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hwaitham · 8 months

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𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 al haitham x sub!f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ period sex ﾉ daddy kink ﾉ sweetheart + princess + baby as petnames ﾉ lotsa praise n' haithie is vry doting :3 dis is a rewrite ﾉ repost from my old blog ! any interactions are super loved n' appreciated (∩ˊᵕˋ∩ ྀི)

you think the way al haitham touches you so tenderly and so cautiously—like your skin is as fragile as the petals of the padisarahs he picks for you, like you’re some prey animal with your innocent fawn eyes and twitchy bunny nose—is enough to make you weep.

and, oh, it is; and, yes, you realize you’re prone to tearful outbursts, but when he caresses you like this, with his thumb sowing slick hearts over your clit and his lips hot on the swell of your breast and his leaky cockhead webbed with red as it works your little cunt apart, when he slathers all his love for you—unadulterated, pure—over your spine, how can you expect yourself to not cry?

“crying already, sweetheart?” your lover's lips curve up into a soft smile when you choke on a sob as you nuzzle your cheek over his, a warm pool of crystalline pressing into his skin and drivelling down his jaw. he pulls away to coo at you sweetly, thumbing at the dew of your lashes as he watches on in awe of your emotional frailty. "delicate little thing, aren't you?"

he shuffles around on his forearms into a more comfortable position on top of you, elbows digging into the mattress as he cradles your face within his palms.

jaded cerulean gazes between your eyes, and then your lips, and then he’s kissing you slowly—exploring the concavities of your mouth with his tongue, stealing tiny mewls and the other pretty noises you make in an attempt to distract you from the painful contractions in your tummy.

and when he begins to stretch you open with his cockhead, easing his way in and moulding your puffy walls to his girth, the ache of your cramps dissipate into barely-there pinpricks, the pleasure candied by slow swirls of his hips into your g-spot and his thumb digging into your puffy nub. al haitham’s ministrations coax a sore sob from your throat, your ankles unlocking around his waist in favour of lightly tapping your toes against the bottom of his back because it feels like heaven.

“feels like heaven, hm?” he muses and cocks a brow, drinking up the dreamy glaze over your pupils and the sinful pout of your lips and the adorable twitch of your nose.

“uh huh, feels s’good, daddy,” your voice comes out a pitchy sigh as you cling to him, dainty fingers dipping into his clavicles and the arch of your back deepening when he continues to grind into your sensitive spots with care, lewd squelches of blood and slick making your entire body swell with heat. and you can’t help but be the slightest bit embarrassed by it all, by the mess you make over the towels he’s laid under you and the sticky red that clings to his pubes and the needy aches of your heart because you just yearn for him terribly, curving your body up into his and grappling lazily at the tufts of silver that curl just around the nape of his neck. “you take such g-good care of me…”

the cute sniffles and stuffiness of your voice as you hiccup over your words pull a guttural groan of a curse from him, his head tossed back and cock throbbing painfully as more webs of glistening blood drip and ooze and coat his length, materializing as a creamy ring around the base when it mixes with his pre.

as if to punctuate your words with actions, he leans down to kiss over the hot plane of your chest, running his tongue along a pert nipple, shushing your whimpers sweetly while he pushes his cock deep, deep, deep—all the way until his leaky tip is greeted by the soft sponge of your cervix.

“fuck—well, that’s my job, isn’t it? sweet girl like you deserves all the care in the world.”

honeyed words slip out of your right ear just as they enter your left, and you can all but helplessly tug him closer to your chest with limp limbs—clingy and desperate to feel every inch of his body against yours. he swallows your mewls with soft kisses as he fucks your womb and grinds into your clit, the mingled pleasure and pain coaxing drip after drip of thick red from each clamp of your pussy that seems to get increasingly tighter.

"a-awh, s'okay, 'm not going anywhere, baby." his voice is a gentle croon, sweet and encouraging and the edges to his words are the slightest bit teasing. it makes you whimper—realizing how lucky you are to be able to experience al haitham like this; soft and doting and deeply in love.

with his low groans against the hot shell of your ear, his palms wet over the small of your waist and his cock plunging into you as far as it can go, the bubble that grows in the pit of your tummy finally pops, and you cum—tiny, slurred mewls of daddydaddydaddy buried into his chest and your toes curled and, oh, al haitham thinks it’s so cute how your arms lock around his neck to hold him close, overstimulated as your hips jerk and body jostles helplessly with each rock of his hips, yet still hungry for more, more of him.

“daddy, p-please—” you choke on a whimper, horribly in love with your daddy and blissed out from your orgasm and all that—drunk on his cock taking up every inch of space in your twitchy cunt and dripping hot pre into your womb.

he continues to thrust into you languidly and rub stars and hearts, spell out his name over your clit, his fingers stained as red as the base of his cock. there is no urgency to his movements, no rush to wash over your slow tides of pleasure—he’ll drag it out for as long as he needs to, as he wants to; what’s losing a couple of hours of his workday in favour of tending to the owner of his glowing heart?

“s’okay, princess; daddy’s gonna take all the pain away.”

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #al haitham smut #al haitham x reader #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham thirst #genshin thirsts #al-haitham smut #al-haitham x reader #tw period sex #tw daddy kink #haitham ❤︎

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loveshotzz · 7 months

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My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight

steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader

Melt With You

summary: A cancelled movie night, Steve’s first high, and a realization you weren’t expecting.

wc: 2.7k

warnings: my blog is 18+ but this will be pretty safe for work. takes place in 1988 when Elvira Mistress of the Dark came out. post season four but no mention of the upside down, fem!reader, mentions of weed smoking, mentions of being stoned and being high for the first time, mutual pining, cuddling.

A/N: first I want to dedicate this to @bewilderedbunny for pointing out that Steve Harrington is Bob coded which made me fall even more in love with him. You can also thank @dr-aculaaa for putting this brain worm in my head where it spiraled and then she entertained it again and it spiraled some more. p.s. I know her movie macabre was cancelled in 86 but brought back in the 90’s but let’s pretend.

mini series masterlist -> chapter two 🎃

Steve was close. Too close.

His thigh is warm pressed against yours, long legs spread wide taking up most of the room on the couch. The cedar that clings to the threads of his maroon sweater mix with the old spice that he’s almost sprayed too much of, and you’re surprised at how much you actually like it. You blame it on the joint you both shared, and you do it again when his socked foot touches yours from under the blanket draped across your laps and your heart rate kicks up a few beats. This was just Steve, your new friend. Eddie’s new unlikely friend.

The living room in your apartment is dimly lit in a mess of Halloween colored string lights strung up along your walls that Eddie helped you hang up last week on the first official day of fall. They fill the small space in bursts of warm orange pumpkins and tiny purple bats while Elvira Mistress of The Dark glows from the screen of your TV in front of your couch. The couch where Steve is still sitting too close.

The flicker of your candles dances across your walls and you’re tempted to blow them all out when they keep catching the corner of your eye. Maybe that's why you can't focus on the movie you were so excited about. The movie you raised a big fuss over when the group canceled your weekly night in favor of dates and work. The movie Steve still offered to watch with you saying he had no plans anyway. You really contemplate it when you realize it’s filling your living room with the kind of smell that’s eerily similar to the one embedded in the leather of the BMW you recently started getting more rides in.

When Steve laughs you can smell the berry on his breath from the Red Vines he can’t stop eating, his fingertips glisten from the half finished tub of popcorn on the coffee table. His arm brushes the length of yours when he leans forward to toss the almost empty pack of candy with the rest of the snacks and your stare immediately finds the sliver of tan skin revealed to you when the maroon hem rides up. Stomach flipping when you spot more freckles than the ones that seem to dot the endless expanses of his perpetually sun kissed skin.

“Wow, she’s funny!” He snickers like he just got a good surprise, leaning back into the cushions. “I didn’t know she was so funny.”

The shift in his weight makes the couch dip, bringing you closer to him. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. Why is your chest tight?

Turning your head, you meet his blood shot, heavy lidded gaze and lazy smile that pushes up his pink cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Steve Harrington so content. So relaxed. It might have something to do with the fact that the joint you both shared was his first.

“Beauty, humor and brains? How could you go wrong?” You grin and it makes the amber in his eyes light up.

“Yeah,” He stares at you for a second longer than he’d have the guts to on a normal day before adding with a sigh “tell me about it.”

There was something different about the way he was looking at you tonight, and it makes your palms sweat. The fly away honey strands that stick out wildly by his ears look softer than normal too. Why do you want to find out? Clearing your throat, he raises his eyebrows up at you in an unphased offering of his attention.

“How are you doing big boy? You coughed quite a bit earlier.” His gaze narrows at the nickname letting you know that Steve was still very much in there.

“I think it’s perfectly normal for someone who hasn’t smoked before to cough when they take an accidental big hit,” he challenges, his sock covered toes finding yours again seemingly on their own, “and to answer your rudely asked question, I’m having a very nice time.”

He tries to keep his face straight but the smile that stretches a mile wide across yours makes him snort, the whites of his perfect teeth blinding in the dark when you wiggle your feet with his.

“Good, I wouldn’t want Robin to come hunt me down or something.” You giggle leaning back letting your own high relax you into the couch.

Your eyes find Elvira’s generous cleavage on the screen as you try to ignore the feeling of Steve’s hand touching yours when he scratches his thigh and again when he leaves it there.

“Robin won’t care, it’s Nance you gotta worry about. Worry wart Wheeler.” The nickname rolls off his tongue too easily and makes you both stop, letting the sounds of the towns committee trying to get Elvira out fill the silence before you both fall into a fit of laughter.

It was the kind of laughter that left hot tears streaming down your faces as you leaned even further into each other trying to catch your breath, only for one of you to mutter ‘worry wart wheeler’ when the other would finally be holding it together just to start all over again. By the time it was done, and the last few chuckles subsided, his head had found a new home on your shoulder with his forehead buried in the crook of your neck.

The smell of his hairspray, and the soft flyaways you’d wondered about tickle your nose with his hair pressed to your cheek. Your socked feet stay tangled together as you try not to think about the size difference and that stupid saying you’d heard in middle school, and you definitely try not to think about how the tip of his pinky bumps into the side of your hand and how you don’t hesitate to hook it with yours.

Cozy. Too Cozy.

There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you both when your attention is finally brought back to the movie and you wonder if he’s having the same existential crisis as you at how good this feels. Eddie would never let you live it down. You and the hair?! Steve’s amused hum breaks you out of your train of thought and you already know you’ll have to watch this again when you aren’t so…distracted.

Elvira and Bob are fighting with a monster she accidentally concocted inside of a pot instead of the casserole she was trying to make, and his finger tightens around yours when Bob almost loses the fight before he shakes against you with a chuckle. The longer the movie goes on, the more you start noticing Steve’s similarities to the hunk who stole the Mistress of the Dark’s affections, mumbling an ‘oh my god’.

God dammit, you have a crush on Steve Harrington.

The weed makes the realization floor you more than it probably would on a normal day, because you aren’t blind, anyone could tell you how handsome the former king of Hawkins is. But no one could have warned you about how soft he is, especially right now with sleepy eyes and messy hair that smells like pine and too much hair product. They wouldn’t be able to tell you how big of a dweeb he is, or as Robin affectionately calls him a ‘dingus’. They also don’t know how good of a friend he is to anyone who’s lucky to have him, like refusing to let you spend the night alone and watching a movie he knew you were excited about just because he’d actually listened when you talked about it for weeks, even saving you the first copy in Keith’s possession.

Too bad you’ve barely retained any of it.

As if he could hear your thoughts, you feel the slight turn of his head and the heavy weight of his stare on the side of your face. You try not to give yourself away and keep your gaze locked on the TV where the town has Elvira ready to be burned at the stake, and Bob has to rescue her. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes, the universe just rubbing it in now.

The side of your body he’s been leaning against starts to go numb, and no matter how much you want to stay exactly like this for whatever is left of the night, the need for circulation becomes too much. Your eyes flick down to his that haven’t haven’t wavered and that slow happy smile spreads across his pink lips when they meet.

“You doing okay, honey.” The nickname he’s called you sarcastically in arguments sounds different when it’s wrapped in affection like this.

“Not that I’m not enjoying -,” nerves make your throat close up and you have to clear them out before you finish, “not that I’m not enjoying this. My arm is just kind of going numb.”

Heat rises to your cheeks with embarrassment that you know is misplaced, and his eyes go wide when your words click. His reaction is fast despite the smoked joint that's snuffed out in an empty coke can on the table when he pulls away. The warmth of his body that’s invaded what feels like every inch of yours for the last hour is gone and the tightness in your chest worsens now that you miss it. Stupid crush. Stupid blood flow.

“Oh my god, sorry, sorry, I was just so comfortable I wasn’t even thinking.” There’s stress in his tone that you haven’t heard all night and you decide that you hate it, he’s always stressed.

“Hey,” Your fingers curl around his bicep, and it flexes under the thick material of his sweater when his eyes meet yours, making you forget how to speak for a moment, “if we lay down on our sides we’ll - we’ll be more comfortable?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears after you throw out your suggestion fully knowing there’s gotta be less than twenty minutes left of the movie at most.

“Yeah, we can do that, like, big spoon?” He points to himself, with eyes as red as his cheeks before pointing to you with a small grin, “little spoon?”

You bite your bottom lip to contain the smile that threatens to break across your face, and it only makes his grow.

“Yeah, just like that Harrington.” You giggle and you don’t miss the kind of glint in his eyes that sparkles because of it.

“Harrington? I thought I was big boy?” He mocks with fake offense, clumsily clambering back onto the couch letting himself fully extend.

His socked feet almost hang off the armrest but the problem is quickly solved when he turns onto his side leaving just enough room for you. One of his big hands patting the cushions in an invitation that makes you both laugh.

“I thought you hated that nickname?” you tease, butterflies that never existed before erupting when he watches you with soft eyes climb into the spot next to him.

Your head lands in the crook of his elbow, amber and spice enveloping you while one of his long fingers curl around your hip not hesitating to pull you flush against his chest like he missed you. Maybe you weren’t the only one with a wandering mind tonight.

“I don’t,” he agrees, lips coming up right next to your ear and you wonder if he can feel the shiver that runs down your spine, “but I kinda like it when you say it.”

Your body curls into him when you giggle with a throb in your core that makes your thighs press together. Steve chuckles, hooking his chin over your shoulder and his feet find yours at the end of the couch like they did under the blanket. Grabbing the throw off the floor, you drape it back over the two of you when you both finally get situated.

He feels like he’s everywhere and it’s even harder to concentrate like this, especially when all his fingers are laced with yours now. The pad of his thumb rubs circles on the top of your hand, and you can feel the way his cheeks push up into a grin every time something makes him laugh. You spend the last bit of what’s left of the movie tangled up with him like this, and neither one of you try to move when the credits roll or when the screen goes black.

The air buzzes with the kind of tension that’s laid dormant until there’s nothing to distract you from it anymore in the new silence. His breath fans hot across your neck while the strokes of his thumb get slower, adding a little more pressure to the muscle there, and feels good enough to have your eyes flutter closed.

Maybe it’s the darkness of your living room, or the way the tip of his nose starts to trace the shell of your ear but you get the surge of confidence you need to turn around and face him. Steve doesn’t protest at all, letting you move with the kind of ease that makes you wonder if he was waiting for it all along. The small smile on his face tells you he absolutely was.

The new angle has you looking up at him from under your lashes, while his hand that held yours all night covers the middle of your back bringing you to his chest, getting you just as close as before. Your legs slot together while warm lights flicker across his face, they bounce and reflect off the lingering glaze that coats his eyes. Embers burning in a mossy ground.

It starts to feel like Steve Harrington wants to kiss you, and you’d be lying if your said you didn’t want him too.

“Hi” You whisper, the corners of your lips pulling up because they can’t help it when he looks at you like this.

“Hi” the rich honey of his voice comes out low as he dips his head down to rest on his forearm right above yours.

The tips of your noses are dangerously close to touching, and you swear you hear his breath hitch when your feet find his again. Holding his gaze, you silently dare him to read your mind so you don’t have to say it out loud. You do it first.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You try not to think about how it sounds like something you’d say at the end of a date.

“Me too, I’m uh -“ a puff of hot air fans across your face when he laughs, and you notice his first sign of nerves all night, “I’m glad I didn’t make a fool of myself or anything.”

“I have to say I’m impressed, you handled your first joint like a pro.” Your hands dare to run up his chest, plucking a piece of lint from the threads of his sweater. You feel the way the muscles in his stomach flex for you, and you have to bite back your smirk.

“I had good company is all.” He hums, the blunt ends of his nails scratching along the dip of your back, before whispering “Is this okay?”

Your eyes flutter shut with contentment you haven’t felt in a while, your whole body melting into his with a mumbled ‘mmmhm’

“Does Elvira have any other movies we could watch sometime?” His question makes your eyes pop open, and he tries to look as nonchalant as possible before adding, “you know just me and you.”

“Not a movie, per say but she has a show I like to watch where she does funny commentary on B rated horror films.” Your two feet trap one of his between them playfully to try and ease the nerves he shouldn’t have, earning you that megawatt smile that’s made half the ladies in Hawkins swoon.

So, Steve Harrington wasn’t a mind reader.

“That sounds like fun,” He lets out a relieved sigh that you didn’t know he was holding, close enough now for your noses to touch.

“Yeah? You wanna come have fun with me?” You tease, but it comes out sounding like a double entendre that makes your skin heat up, especially when Steve closes his eyes and groans. The nails that scratch your back freeze as he tries regaining some semblance of self control. Licking his lips, he exhales a breath out of his nose before he speaks,

“Abso-“

His answer gets cut off by the sound of your front door slamming open, followed by the bellowing voice of the only other person who has keys to your apartment.

“I’ve come for boobies and I brought beer! Better late than never am I ri- Whoa, whoa, WHOA, what is going on here?” Eddie’s shock is quickly replaced by amusement, dimples poking deep holes in his cheeks when he grins wildly as he takes in the two of you on the couch.

What was going on here?

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dejwrld · 7 months

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CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism,

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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ssnake-eyes-uc · 15 days

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{Ohh no!! The urges I can't control!! What could have triggered them this time I've got to stop this!! I've got to get out of here!!!}. 'Hey!'. {OMG!! just run!!} *Turns and runs, sprinting away from a confused coworker and towards the parking garage.* {WHEW! CLOSE CALL} *fumbles for my keys, before unlocking car door and hopping into my car.. turning it on and taking a deep breath as static hisses through the radio a familiar voice chimes in and my blood turns cold.* sss-eek sss-ervice sss-illy sss-ervent... Sss-ays sss-nakeYe-sss...

SssssssSssssssSssssssSssssssSssssss...

*I wake up stumbling around in high heels, realizing I'm dressed as a girl..* {Ohh no!!! Not again!! Where am I?}. *I stutter out as a loud voice comes over a speaker connected to the metal door in front of me.* 'Good Bambi Girl! you made it! Now open the mouth of the door into the throat of the room.. taste the air with your tongue and lock.' *my mind blurs as I walk into the room, my mouth and throat opening as my tongue drops out and I drool, my vision now very hazy. The door to the room clicks shut as it dings and an automated voice says 'Zap Cock Drain Obey Drop For Cock! ***POP*** ' As my knees buckle I drop to the floor, my mouth and throat open.. tongue drooling as thoughts of sucking off cock race through my head.*. 'Poor Bambi's brain is still on.. haha! Well her mind will now melt like hot cotton candy as it mixes her little brain into a dumb bimbo wonderland of pink bubbles popping and giggling... Erasing her IQ to nothing... haha'

SssssssSssssssSssssssSssssssSssssss...

*I wake up to the last man buttoning his pants as he hocks a wad of spit on my face and smirks. My mouth now tasting of the gallons of sperm and piss I must have drank a huge mouthful still in my clutches as I gulp it down the taste sparkling and tasting like cotton candy as I smile and giggle. Before realizing someone is still in the room behind me.*

SSSSS-STAND!!!!! SSSSS-SERVENT!!!!!

{sirens ring in my head} *I am propelled to my feet and twirl, spinning around as if a force of divine will made me. That is when my eyes connect with the glaring red embers of eyes, burning in the dark.* Master!!!! *I shout drool falling down my mouth as I helplessly stare into the burning depths of his eyes, my mind erasing as I fall deep into trance.. deeper than I've ever gone. As I see his snake body slither into the light his glistening muscles flexing as he coils around me.. making me a helpless drone a mindless fuck doll as he grips my being and forces his ownership inside me.. my tight pussy gripping him as hard as it can.. craving his dominance filling me.. making me fulfill my purpose as his Bimbo Fuck Doll.* 'thank you master..' *Is all I can whimper as I fall to the floor full of his approval.. my pussy leaking his mark all over the floor as I blank out and hear the last words ever hear again.* 'Bambi's Uniform Locked.. Good Bambi.. your now our Bimbo Fuck Doll for Life!!!' {HHHHEEEEELLLLP.............} *My mind spirals down into a vacant oblivion as I lay there blank my holes open... Only listening for commands, my mind no longer functioning... As my conscious mind is sleeping now forever.. all I hear in the background is a faint static..... Ssssssssssssssss... As I lay limp on the floor*

SSSSSsssssSSSSSsssssSSSSSsssss

GOOD BAMBI BIMBO FUCK DOLL

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dollsbakery · 5 months

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Advent Calendar Door One: ‘Mrs Claus’s Cookies’ - Bakugou x Reader

TW: Light Role-play (One Mention), Light Bondage, Jealousy, Fingering, Pet Names, Praise, Name Calling, Fluffy Smut.

Bakugou gets jealous when his friends ogle his girlfriend, and obsess over her baking.

You're in the Christmas spirit, armed with a piping bag filled with vibrant icing in every shade imaginable. As you delicately squeeze the icing onto your homemade Christmas cookies, your artistic side takes over. Intricate patterns of snowflakes, reindeer, and candy canes come to life on the surface of each cookie. The room is filled with the irresistible scent of warm vanilla and freshly baked treats. With every stroke of your brush-like tool, you add a touch of magic and whimsy to each cookie. It's a delightful and enchanting experience that brings joy to your heart and taste buds. You can't help but feel proud of your edible masterpieces. Humming along to the cheerful Christmas music, you sway your hips side to side, feeling ever so confident in your perfectly fitting Mrs Claus dress. The vibrant color adds a festive touch, while the intricate details and sparkling embellishments make you feel like the star of the holiday season. As you twirl around, the soft fabric gracefully moves with you, creating a sense of elegance and excitement.

As you're busy making Christmas cookies in the kitchen, Bakugou stands by, captivated by the sight. His eyes follow your every move as you expertly decorate every individual festive cookie. The sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air, and he can't resist sneaking a taste of the left over cookie dough when you're not looking. You catch him in the act and playfully scold him, but he just smiles mischievously. He watches with anticipation as you carefully decorate each cookie, adding colorful icing and sprinkles. The joy on your face is contagious, and he can't help but feel lucky to have you. Bakugou’s typically scowling face relaxes for a moment.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ He ponders, blushing as he watches you finally place the final cookie down.

“Can I have one?”

You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Not yet Suki! You’ve gotta wait like all the others do! Besides, you need to go get dressed into your matching costume!”

God, your smile is contagious.

Bakugou pouts, shivering at the thought of his matching Santa costume. Although the sentiment is cute, he knows his friends will never let him live this down.

As you're busy checking over each Christmas cookie to make sure they are all perfect in the kitchen, Bakugou's friends walk in, their jaws dropping at the sight of you. They can't help but oggle at your stunning beauty, their eyes lingering on every curve and feature. Their playful banter and compliments begin to make Bakugou's blood boil with jealousy. He clenches his fists, his competitive nature kicking in as he silently challenges them for your attention. The room feels charged with tension as his gaze never leaves you, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability evident in his eyes. Surprisingly, you don’t even acknowledge Denki and Sero’s appearance. Well, Mineta too but he isn’t really anyone’s friend now, is he?

Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over to his friends, mumbling and grumbling as he does.

“What do you extra’s want?”

“Hey now! We just wanted to see how Y/N’s cookies were coming along! Everyone knows her baking skills are to die for.” Denki drools at the thought of Y/N’s festive cookies, subtly glancing at the baker as he does.

“She looks good. Red’s a good colour on her.” Sero innocently comments, snickering as Denki looks the unsuspecting girl up and down.

Denki's gaze lingers a little too long on your gorgeous self, Bakugou's jealousy ignites like a firecracker. He explodes, yelling at Denki for daring to ogle his girlfriend.

“STOP FUCKIN’ PERVIN’ OVER MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FAT VIRGIN! I’LL KILL YOU.”

The room fills with tension as Bakugou's anger reverberates through the air. His protective instincts kick in, and he's ready to defend his territory. But amidst the chaos, you stand there, a calming presence, reminding him that you're his and his alone. Bakugou growls and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the waist gently and guiding you away from the staring men and towards Bakugou’s dorm.

…

“Her ass is so plump…” Mineta drools. Even Denki cringes at his comment.

“Your fuckin’ weird dude.. but, not wrong.” Denki shrugs, as Sero cackles at his sudden switch.

…

Bakugou, fueled by his jealous outburst, takes you by the waist and leads you to his room. The air crackles with tension as he paces back and forth, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But you, being the calming force in his life, step closer and gently place your hand on his arm. Your touch has an instant effect, as his fiery gaze softens, meeting your eyes.

“Pay them no attention Suki. You’re the only man I want, hm. You know that! Besides, I’ll always be your personal baker!” You giggle.

With each word, you reassure him of your love and loyalty, reminding him that he's the only one who holds your heart. Gradually, his tense shoulders relax, and a sense of peace washes over him. In that moment, you both find solace in each other's presence. Each day that passes makes Bakugou truly appreciate you more and more. You understand his fiery temper. Instead of getting mad at him, you have this incredible ability to calm him down. Your understanding and patience mean the world to him. You're like a soothing balm to his explosive nature, and he's grateful to have you by his side.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stand when other guys look at you in a way only I should.”

Your gaze softens, as you raise a hand to rub his cheek.

“Don’t apologise Suki, we all get jealous. I get jealous sometimes too! The main thing is we both trust each other and know nobody and nothing will ever come between us.”

Bakugou smiles. Softly, he looks down into your eyes and pulls you closer to him by your waist. He looks at you with that one look you’re oh so familiar with. Gently, you nod your head, a silent signal you want him too.

“Hold on, i’ve got something I wanna try.”

Bakugou lets go of you for a moment and turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a lengthy rope. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he takes your hands and gently clasps them behind your back. His usually intense gaze softens as he looks into your eyes, his touch conveying a mix of protectiveness and vulnerability. In that moment, you can feel the depth of his emotions, his trust in you, and his desire to keep you close. It's a silent gesture that speaks volumes, reminding you of the deep connection you share. Expertly, he begins wrapping the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly. He pulls the rope up and over your shoulders, then wrapping them under and over your chest. Finishing his work off with a tight knot, which leaves the rope ending wrapped around your waist, he takes a step back to admire his work.

“Fuck..” He mutters.

“You look so perfect like that”

Blushing intensely, you avoid making eye contact with your typically explosive boyfriend. With a gentle but firm hold, he grabs your face by your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“Be a good girl for me, hm? You gonna obey my every word like a good little slut?” He taunts.

“Yes Sir.” You confidently reply without hesitation.

Bakugou grins and he sits himself on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him and placing you firmly on his lap. He taps your inner thigh, signalling for you to spread your legs. And you do. Obediently, you rest your head back against his shoulder and place either leg over either of his knees, leaving your core exposed.

You can feel the heat of his body against your back, and the rapid beating of his heart matches yours. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he begins to caress your exposed skin with feather-light fingertips.

With a soft and seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His words are a symphony of desire, painting vivid images in your mind and awakening a fire within you. As he speaks, his hands explore every inch of your body, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

His touch grows bolder, his fingers tracing the contours of your curves, teasing you. With each caress, he draws you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. The ropes that bind you become a symbol of trust, allowing you to let go completely and immerse yourself in the pleasure he bestows upon you.

Bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle nips along your sensitive skin. His mouth explores every inch of you, marking you as his own. The sensations overwhelm you, and you gasp for air, losing yourself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.

His hands continue their journey, skillfully slipping down into your skirt, as he begins to rub your clit with soft, quick motions.

As the intensity builds, your bodies move in perfect synchronization, as you begin softly moaning his name. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Bakugou's passionate whispers of adoration and encouragement fuel the flames of your passion, pushing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Bakugou begins to move faster, bringing you to the edge as he quickly moves his fingers away, earning a disappointing whine from you.

“Awh what’s wrong? Was Mrs Claus about to cum? Hm? Let me make it up to you Princess” Bakugou growls and he pulls your panties to the side and stuffs two thick fingers inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moan his name out loud.

With every moan, he pumps harder and faster, his movements never stopping.

“Atta’ girl, cum for me. Cum for me baby, cmon I know you can do it.”

“F-FUCK! KATSUKI!” You cry out, legs shaking as you finally cum all over his fingers.

Finally, the world around you fades away as waves of pleasure crash over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your bodies tremble in unison as you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and in that moment, you are eternally connected, bound not only by ropes but by a love that knows no limits.

As you come down from the heights of pleasure, Bakugou holds you close, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. In his arms, you find solace and contentment, knowing that this intimate journey you shared has only deepened the bond between you. And as you drift into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but smile, grateful for the passionate love that has set your soul ablaze.

…

As the ropes loosen, Bakugou's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. His voice, laced with a soothing tone, reaches your ears.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm gonna untie you now, but take your time. I'm right here."

With gentle precision, he untangles the knots, his fingertips grazing your skin with utmost care. As each restraint falls away, a sense of relief washes over you. Bakugou's voice remains a constant presence, offering words of reassurance.

"You did amazing, Y/N. I'm proud of you." You softly smile and hum.

Once you're free, he guides you to a cozy space he's prepared in advance. Soft pillows and blankets await, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. Bakugou's hands, warm and comforting, guide you to sit or lie down, ensuring your utmost comfort.

With a gentle forehead kiss, Bakugou leaves you alone in his bed for a moment before returning a few minutes later, now paired with a tray with a glass of water and a plate of your favorite snacks, a thoughtful gesture to nourish your body after the intense experience.

"I thought you might need these," he says with a soft smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.

Bakugou's touch lingers, his hands tracing soothing circles on your back, easing any lingering tension.

"I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too Suki.”

As time passes, he continues to provide the aftercare you need, whether it's a gentle massage, stroking your hair, or simply holding you close. His words of affirmation and encouragement create a safe space where you can fully relax and let go, knowing that he cherishes and understands your needs.

In this moment, surrounded by warmth and care, you realize just how fortunate you are to have someone like Bakugou by your side. His unwavering support and tender aftercare make you fall in love with him all over again.

After some rest, Bakugou picks up his Santa costume and sits on the edge of his bed, beside you.

“I suppose I should go change for the Christmas Party now, huh?” He scoffs playfully. You reply with a smile, and a simple nod.

“Go get ready Suki, I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us and my cookies!” You giggle.

#mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #smut

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floralcyanide · 5 months

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⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

― ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ !

∿ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ HERE ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ !

― 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⬎

Fool’s Paradise - XYLØ

❝Turn off the TV, your suit and tie and hair all wrong. I had a bad dream, your face was on a dollar bill.❞

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

❝I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe. ; You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man.❞

All Shook Up - Avila

❝Please don't ask me what's on my mind, I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine.❞

Touch - Daughter

❝Love, hunt me down. I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes.❞

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

❝There's a room where the light won't find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you.❞

American - Lana Del Rey

❝You make me crazy, you make me wild.❞

Us Against the World - Coldplay

❝The Devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes. ; Through chaos as it swirls. It's us against the world.❞

America - XYLØ

❝Real life is make-believe, all that glitters isn't gold to me. ❞

Something - Elvis Presley

❝Somewhere in her smile, she knows. All I gotta do is think about her.❞

Candy Girl - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝I've been a-searchin' all this wide world, now finally I've found my candy girl.❞

National Anthem - Lana Del Rey

❝I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome. ; Red, white, blue is in the sky. Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes.❞

Evergreen - BROODS

❝Since we found out that we're invincible, we've been living in a dream world. ; Only lost to be found, you're my hero now.❞

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

❝Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. ❞

December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night!) - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

❝Oh, what a night! Late December, back in '63. What a very special time for me. As I remember, what a night.❞

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter, watching the chemtrails over the country club.❞

Gold - Echos

❝I've got intentions of gold with my plans.❞

Young God - Halsey

❝He says, "Ooh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends. I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven. ; But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods.❞

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

❝Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, let me love you.❞

Neptune - Sleeping At Last

❝I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth.❞

Meltdown - Stromae, Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip, HAIM

❝Who to trust? Who to love? Who to run from? Who to hug? Respect only comes from the money or your blood.❞

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

❝Bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. Wait 'til the world is mine.❞

Dead End Love - XYLØ

❝I'm still lost in the maze of your mind, I'm never getting out again.❞

Before the Fever - Grimes

❝This is the sound of the end of the world. Dance me to the end of the night, be my girl. ; They will kill us, oh, have no doubt. There are many ways in, but there's only one way out.❞

Golden - Harry Styles

❝You're so golden. I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken.❞

My Eyes Adored You - John Lloyd Young

❝Headed for city lights, climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame. I worked my fingers to the bone, made myself a name.❞

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it - Lana Del Rey

❝There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw. ; Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.❞

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift

❝Everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout. Even when you're sleeping, sleeping, keep your eyes open.❞

We Remain - Christina Aguilera

❝So, burn me with fire, drown me with rain. I’m gonna wake up screaming your name. ; Whatever happens here, we remain.❞

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katzkinder · 21 days

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Servamp headcanons, ice cream edition! Because my grandma got an ice cream maker and we’re all super eager to try it out but then she broke her back (she’s fine, don’t worry)

Mahiru: plain old vanilla. Misono introduced him to vanilla BEAN ice cream though and he’s feeling a little guilty about wanting to splurge a bit for the more expensive, creamier stuff… Kuro is an enabler and his encouragement is the only reason he’s still managing to resist. Just do it Mahi!

Kuro: Cookies and Cream is his favorite, but he’s also partial to cookie dough, or crumbled chocolate mint cookies as topping. He likes both the taste and the texture

Misono: chocolate lol. He’s predictable. His absolute favorite though are those ultra decadent brownie batter type of chocolate ice creams. Yknow the ones. Chocolate pieces, brownie bits, hot fudge swirl… He gets sick off the stuff easily though, so even though he loves it, self control is everything

Lily: vanilla bean with strawberry topping and cheese cake bites! He loves fresh strawberries in his desserts, and often he and Misono will trade bites if they’re getting flavor fatigue. Also very rich but the strawberry helps cuts through the sweetness

Tetsu: a Basic Boi who loves GariGariKun the most. Prefers popsicles over dairy treats. Yeah technically this isn’t ice cream but like. It’s the taste of summer and after bath refreshments. I’m not taking that from him

Hugh: vanilla with hot fudge sauce (and/or blood). He still prefers his chocolate parfaits, or better yet for this scenario, a milkshake

Licht: yknow those ultra sweet cotton candy flavors? If it’s ice cream by itself, he loves that. But if it’s a float, it’s gotta be vanilla in melon soda. If you take him to marble slab or similar place that lets you mix in a bunch of toppings, he will make a beeline for the gummy bears. Gets disappointed every time that they turn hard and unpleasant to eat, even though he already knows the outcome

Lawless: he has two favorites. Coffee bean (distinct from just plain coffee flavor) and moose tracks. I’m not sure what that’s called in other places? Basically it’s vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge. Only goes for this when he’s depressed, if I’m honest. Otherwise it’s too sweet.

Mikuni: haagen daz amaretto almond crunch and their hojicha latte flavor. Forever sad that the former was limited edition and doesn’t make seasonal returns. It was absolutely perfect for his and jeje’s terrible Netflix movie nights (with the occasional appearance by johannes so they could make fun of the bad science together)

Jeje: since Mikuni only buys haagen daz (spoiled pretentious shit) he’s grateful they a rich pumpkin flavor that becomes available during autumn. He also really likes horchata milkshakes for the comforting taste of cinnamon.

Iduna: Tried butter pecan once and was hooked. The crunchiness of the pecans is her favorite part. It’s her go to for when Haagen Daz Creamy Vanilla Pudding flavor isn’t in season. Back home, though, it’s got to be the rather… Unique. Salty licorice flavor. She gave some to shuuhei one time just to watch him gag. She knows what she’s doing to that poor boy.

Freya: the simple freshness of strawberry ice cream is her guilty pleasure. She been thinking of making her own with an old hand churner. It would be fun, right? And it’s not like it would be difficult to get the ingredients she needs.

Nicco: Pistachio gelato, though he also enjoys the tartness and slight bitter aftertaste of limoncello flavor. He likes taking Ildio with him whenever there’s a new flavor he wants to try but isn’t sure he’ll like. Even if he doesn’t care for it, his servamp probably will. Does that make him mean?

Ildio: No preference as of yet. He’s still figuring this whole… Tasting your food thing out

Tsubaki: as expected, he loves matcha and red bean flavors. REALLY excited some of the Hagen daz hanamochi series is becoming a permanent flavor

Sakuya: rocky road. Sweet, crunchy, and a little bitter on the back end from the chocolate. Refuses to admit it but he also enjoys the hanamochi series. He’s stubborn. Whenever he wins a free popsicle he gives the stick to Mahiru, so inevitably when they hang out, that’s what he buys if they stop at the konbini, just for the chance to maybe earn some good boy points with his best friend and crush. And he thinks he’s subtle—

Reblog with your own headcanons! I love seeing what people add to my posts :3

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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I MISS SUCROSE I WAS REREADING ALL THE SUCROSE STUFF THEY READ MY MIND

Sucrose our og candy freak. They definitely have the most personality out of them all and arguably one of the cutest - if you don't mind them shoving their taffy parts (like fingers ya weirdos) down your throat. A little snippet for you and the other anon.

"Awe, did ya really miss me, gumdrop? Really, really? I've worked on a new recipe every day since we've been apart and since you've finally come back I can give you the latest one - ta-da!" Sucrose presents to you what appears to be a cherry sundae topped with copious amounts of cherries, pink tinted whip cream - and their own left eye. The glass was rimmed with cherry red syrup - the same of which adorned the top scoop of ice cream in the general shape of a heart.

"The syrup is, of course, my blood. Chopped up bits of my heart and mixed it into the ice cream batter. Grew the cherries myself and the cream....hm, I'm sure you figure out that part on your own. I'd wink if I still had both eyes."

The candy fiend whips out a spoon from their apron and scoops up a nice serving of the treat, holding it out for you to sample. "Don't be shy, it's only polite if I give you the first bite. If you don't like it or ever think about leaving me again - I'll remake it using the blood and guts of those less deserving of your love that you still decide to share it with."

Sucrose jostles their arm, making airplane noises as they sail the spoon into your agap mouth. " haha, there we go - sound good, gumdrop?"

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere #yandere blurb #Sucrose my oc

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asmrtist-brainrot · 1 year

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(Because Mr. YuuriVoice said "the boys weren't birthed" in a Bittersweet livestream. I know this isn't what he meant... Idk what the fuck this is.)

Listener: What do you mean "you weren't birthed"?

Alphonse: My parents made me in a mixing bowl and added like... An assload of candy.

Seth: I think my Ma just swaddled a switch knife in a fluffy blanket and BOOM - there I was.

Charlie: My folks kinda just... Put a rat in a beanie and shook it around some until I popped out.

Auron: I believe my mother just pulled me out of a filing cabinet, specifically under "Future CEO".

Faust: I fell from the sky into my parent's arms, because I'm a star. (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

Derek: Someone mixed some blood with cheap cologne and summoned his ass into existence

Big Red/Lucien: The devil himself carved me from lava rock.

Finn: Someone wrote some lines in a book and pressed a sunflower between them and I bloomed from the seeds of ideas.

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice derek #shitposts #dari blabs #incorrect quotes #bittersweet

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traveller-of-the-knight · 5 months

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Only a Paper Moon

Prologue AKA The Boy who Saved them

General Moon Knight Fanfic

Ft. Daredevil and Jessica Jones

Tags warnings: Childhood trauma (did you see the picture? You saw the picture, you know it's trauma time!), angst with happy ending, skipable gore (you'll see the trigger warning but don't worry nobody got hurt you'll- you'll see)

Word Count: 1.2k

Chapter Summary: A glimpse of the system's childhood, haunted by a God and a family.

Ao3 link

Chapter 1 will be dropped soon!

Blood-stained candies fell on the ground.

Marc faced the sky, only to see a broken moon, leaking down on earth, all around him.

Its insides were hollow, the crates painted with markers and cheap acrylics making the emptiness of space feel plastic. Fragile like the moon, cracked and exposed for everyone to see the thin cardboard that held everything together, now socked with its intestines.

He closed his eyes, he didn’t want to look at the moon anymore, it was shattered, no one would play with it now. It had no purpose, beyond being destroyed for other’s entertainment. They were now playing over its mutilated guts, accompanied by the sound of plastic wraps scratching the rough surface of the carpet. It felt sticky as dozens of tiny candy bars had been stepped on by children fighting to get the most trophies -trophies that Marc had earned.

But he didn’t care,

he wasn’t there.

He was pushed to the side and attacked by what felt like tiny rocks, meteors falling from the vast depths of space to punish him.

He loved space regardless.

I wonder what it’s like… Being on the moon, looking down on earth, where the city lights of Chicago mix with the faraway stars. Funny, isn’t it? That I feel like I belong more with the stars than with humans… Looking down at myself from the moon, I feel so small. All this pain, my memories, my mistakes, all my worries are unimportant here. Here I am so small that I barely exist -if I exist at all.

And so, he disappeared, floating around, outside of his home, outside of all the judgement, outside of his own body.

He was free.

For now, he was truly free.

He pulled himself closer to the moon, close enough to hear it cry. Something cold was slowly dripping on his forehead from above. It made his bones shiver, as it run down, around his eyes and chicks, so cold he could barely feel them as his own.

He gently placed a hand on his temple, letting his shaking fingertips examine what was poured on him. A silent sob escaped him, making him realize he had been crying all along but still couldn’t make a sound. He then brought his hand in front of his eyes -to make sure his fingers were still attached as the cold had paralyzed them.

TW: Gore

Thank G-d. They were still here, but he could barely make out their silhouettes. One thing was certain, they were painted red. Red that started to blend with his vision, replacing his tears with the moon’s as they kept dropping, nesting for a new home in his eyes. The moon is bleeding down on him stronger than before, he can hear the blood twisting and spilling on him, but he still couldn’t move. He was so lucky to be chosen, to witness such a beautiful spectacle. Blood mixed with cosmic dust of faraway galaxies, now long gone, destroyed by the cruelty of space but still visible from his unimportant planet.

He examined the cosmos above him, he shouldn't, but he did. Inside the moon was a dead bird. Some of its feathers still attached on its rotten flesh so thin now, you could see its skeleton, with hollow eyes and crummy with scabs. It was wounded, an arrow next to its heart, Marc felt it too as the darkness of his glare pierced his very soul.

He couldn’t look away, he wanted but he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Even when he saw it being consumed by bugs, taking slow bites, feasting on his flesh. It was all so loud. So fucking loud. He heard it all from inside his skull, flies in his ears, worms blocking his airway, choking him, tickling his nostrils as he tried to puke them away from his mouth, only for them to be reborn inside his lungs, crawling to be free.

End of TW

"Marc?"

Mom's voice.

Her face appeared for just a split of a second as shadows of little children blocked his vision again.

"Marc?!"

"Marc!"

Another voice appeared.

Roro?

"Marc, look how many candies I got!

Oh. You didn't get any...

That's ok, we can share, you can take the Mars bar, it's your birthday after all!"

Roro?

Roro placed chocolates and soft candies on Marc's palm. Even though it was still stained with blood. But he didn’t care and closed his brother's fist with his hands and held it with his tiny fingers. Marc looked down at how big his hands were in comparison to his brother’s, reminding him he had grown older without him, he experienced more of the world as his brother stayed the same, trapped inside a memory, a fate he couldn’t escape.

"It's ok… It wasn't your fault."

Roro what are you taking about?

...

Oh-

I'm dreaming again.

I’m dreaming.

He’s not real he’s-

"Marc! Marc don't go!"

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ImsorryImsorryImsorry!

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Marc was standing there, in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his classmates, who were laughing and chasing each other for their candies, circling him in the middle, right under the paper moon piñata. He didn't even fully remove the blindfold from his head and kept holding his baseball bat loosely only for it to be dropped when something grabbed his ear and pulled him to the side.

"What do you think you are doing?!"

Roro?

"I didn't spend all that money on you to be ungrateful!"

Roro?

"You looked ridiculous! That's why nobody wants to be your friend."

No. No, this isn’t real. This isn’t real. Mom… Mom could never-

Mum?

What is mum doing?

Did I- do something wrong?

No, no Mom… She-

Mum?

Why is she angry?

Steven no, you didn’t do anything wr-

“Mu…m?” a shaky whisper escaped his mouth, loud enough only they could hear.

“Speak when you are spoken to!”

No! You can’t hurt him! You can’t- I won’t let you! I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!

His cheek was studently throbbing with heat.

Mum? Mum, I think someone-

Shhh… Shhh… It’s ok, you’re ok, we’re ok. We’ll survive, that’s what we do.

Steven?

Shhh…

Let me save us.

Marc gave in. Mom’s yelling was nothing but a distant noise and eventually nothing at all. He was floating again, but this time he was safe, he was protected from the bleeding bird in the sky, he was still free.

…

But what happened to the boy who saved him?

What remained of him is now giving a fight. A fight for survival. Not his survival, but a survival non the less.

“Jake Lockley. What do you think you are doing?”

Blood-stained bullets fell on the ground.

Divider by: @cafekitsune

Jake faced the sky, only to see the moon, reflecting on a broken man, leaking his own blood on the concrete. He closed his eyes and tried to think of happy places. A diner, his cab late at night, a lawyer’s office in a cheap apartment building, his friends safe at the bar and him drinking whisky with a girl with terrifying high alcohol tolerance. He would do anything to keep these images real. Well… almost anything but that’s a story for another time.

Comment to be tagged in the next parts!

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spaceumbredoggos · 2 months

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There has been a criminal absence of recent Yandere Bill Cipher x Reader headcanons, so I made some. Also, the tumblr folks eat this shit up. It’s hilarious. No one cares about my Kenz fic that I pour my heart and soul into, but when it comes to Yandere Bill, you thirst for the man. I am currently only taking headcanon requests (will elaborate later) because art takes forever to make.

All these HC’s also apply to Bill’s Relationship with my self insert OC. Just if they didn’t exist, like tumblr thinks they don’t. Please give So Much for Stardust the love it deserves. I’ll appreciate it.

Bill is very touchy feely to a criminal degree. (That’s as far as I’m gonna go because I don’t wanna have to put a content warning, and I don’t wanna come across as triggering. In my mind, it’s in line with Bill’s character to be that free candy van uncle.)

Does Bill possess Y/N? Does grass grow? Does a bear shit in the woods? That’s one of his favorite things to do. And he’s really good at covering his tracks. You bet your ass Y/N will wake up fucking wounded and sore from frequent possessions.

If Y/N dies, which would be pretty rare given Bill’s obsession, they’re gonna end up as a sinner in hell with their soul owned by Bill. Bill is higher than god himself on the hierarchy of my headcanoned Hellaverse if he did exist (which would be fucking hilarious, but given how much I hate Vivzie for various reasons, I doubt Hirsch would accept a collab since Vivzie has a heinous track record. My recent hyperfixation of the Hellaverse is clearly showing.) Bill would act almost like an overlord this way, and it’ll be sorta like a Val and Angel Dust relationship that’s written better. (I’m skirting around the most taboo parts of this to avoid triggering people including myself.)

Odds are, Y/N wouldn’t die. Bill has plans for them after all. So good luck avoiding his agenda of building a portal. Also, he’ll probably leave Alex Hirsch alone a lot, which may or may not lead to a drought in his Gravity Falls content. Bill’s likely to start a cult at this point to hunt Y/N down, specifically out of all those down bad fankids who’d let him do unspeakable things to them.

Bill will resort to all sorts of psychological torture. Maybe even projecting himself into your video games and other media that you delve into, with various alternate versions of himself (I’m glaring at you, Volo from Pokemon Legends Arceus.)

With every single fandom you hold dear tainted (and he’s gonna do a lot of unspeakable things to fandoms), you will be molded into serving him. If his interpretation from character AI taught me anything (which I no longer support) it’s that he needs total obedience from a slave and would stop at nothing to have that.

Good luck going off the grid to avoid him, because that’s when shit gets 100 times worse. With no contact with those you care about, he’d start driving you crazy. And if you managed the injuries he did to your body when he possessed it successfully, you won’t be able to manage any further injury that happens from your eventual insanity.

Bill has a blood kink times 11. He’ll do anything to make you bleed, but not bleed out. Blood and pain is what he feeds on.

He’s going to be speaking in Y/N’s head all the fucking time. He’ll be mixing his voice directly into Y/N’s own thoughts, taking over their entire fantasies, and quite possibly drive them to the point of dissociating in a psych ward for any sort of relief if they don’t build a portal for him to cross over.

This isn’t a scenario where Y/N is blind to all the red flags, and if it were, there’d still be nothing they could really do. Y/N is powerless, riddled with fear, and trying to flee and fight at any turn. Bill truly has them trapped from the moment he laid his possessive eye on them.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher x y/n #yandere

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months

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roland fortis w/ an old vampire s/o? like she reluctently decided to take him to altus paris for a masquerade ball, and for the first time he sees a giant scar on her shoulder/back, and he's both concerned and curious, but then feels guilty once she tells him it was from the war with the chasseurs. could reader also be a little self-conscious about it?

“Wooow! Look at it all! Everything is so shiny!!”

You grin at you watch Roland look around like a kid in a candy store. You have to agree, Paris was dazzling, but Altus Paris was truly magnificent.

“May I take your coat Monsieur?” Roland seemed to come back to himself abruptly. Remembering where he was, and that he was a guest to this world & already out of place, he suddenly became very shy. He took off his coat and handed it to the man. Fidgeting with his magical mask that was keeping him truly cloaked in a nervous fashion to make sure it was still on.

“And your cloak madam?”

You remove your cloak with much less flourish or nerve, and hand it to the attendant easily. “What’s the matter?” You ask when you turn back to Roland.

“Sh-Should…Should you be showing so much skin??” He whispered. As if someone would hear and realize you were practically naked.

You were, in fact, not practically naked but instead just having your shoulders bare. Still scandalous, for this day & age, but no where near the scandal Roland was adorably, bashfully making it out to be. It was fun to tease the clergy.

“Come on. Let’s get a drink. You do drink, yes? I’ve never asked since we haven’t had the opportunity.”

“I…do.” Roland replied. Face still beet red as you linked arms and headed for the ballroom. “But I probably shouldn’t. Olivier says I get rowdy when I drink. I can never remember. He also says that new born babies have a higher tolerance.”

You giggle again and lead him towards the champagne. “Well then, why don’t we get me a drink and you a ginger ale? It’s all the rage amongst the sobers and mixed spirit drinkers.”

“Another vampire invention?”

“Actually, I think an Irishman made it.”

Arriving at the champagne tower, you release Roland’s arm and reach for one of the glasses near the middle. “What’s that?” You look at Roland with surprise, as his curious expression continued to stare at your shoulder. “You have a scar on your shoulder.”

Panic suddenly washed through you as you remembered the scar in question. You never ‘forgot’ about it, but there were times it wasn’t in the forefront of you mind. And you suddenly remembered why you didn’t like to show skin as well. “It’s nothing. Let’s just drop it.”

“No. Tell me what happened.” Roland insisted, as usual. Following you as you tried to literally leave the conversation. You should have known it wouldn’t work. He was nothing if not persistent. “It looks like an old injury, but a bad one. Were you hurt by someone?”

“Roland, please. Just drop it.”

“Did you fall out of a tree? I feel out of a tree when I was 6 and hit my head. There was blood everywhere.”

“I didn’t fall out of a tree. So please just drop it.”

“Were you attacked? Of course you weren’t attacked. That’s silly. Who would attack someone like you.”

“A chasseur did.”

Roland’s string of uninterrupted questions, more his own mental ramblings than anything, suddenly came to a halt as he looked at you in surprise.

“A chasseur did. During the war….or..whatever they decided was a war, I was attacked. Luckily it was only one and I managed to get away, but not without them shooting me in the back.”

“Coward.” You hear Roland quietly curse.

“Look…it was a long time ago, and I don’t like to talk or think about it. Can we just….enjoy the party?” You down your champagne in one gulp and go back for another.

“Why did you want to be with me then?” It was a startling question, and one you really didn’t know the answer to you. “If someone like me hurt you so badly, why would you give someone like me a chance?”

“Because I like you.” It was as simple as that. His earnestness. His bright light of a personality. Even, though it was perhaps only recent, his ability to change. “I perhaps don’t like your profession, but that is not a person make. Humans have very short lives. They must make decisions for their safety based on limited information and go from there. Usually fear. Which turns to prejudice. Vampire have very long lives, so we can make more informed decisions. Not to say that someone of aren’t still prejudice assholes but….living forever in fear is a very long time to live.” You weren’t sure if Roland understood, but he seemed to accept your answer.

You came back over to him and linked arms. “Would you still like that ginger ale?”

He perked up a little at that, and immediately perked up the minute he tasted bubbles. No, none of them were perfect. Vampire nor humans. But Roland was trying to change and see the world in more greys than before. And, hopefully, seeing the bright lights of Altus Paris for a night would bring even more color into his world.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#roland fortis #vanitas x reader #vanitas no shuki #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas scenarios #vanitas no carte scenarios #vanitas no carte imagine #vnc imagine #vnc scenarios

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uumeboshii · 9 months

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wc: 787

warnings: bl00d is the main theme, bl00dy kisses, making out and heavy petting. reader is gender neutral. lmk if i missed any!

denji didn't know what caused it. he had been sitting on the couch, waiting for you to get back with the snacks refilled and resume your little movie night date, and then it happened. warmth trickled down from his nose and onto his lips, smooth and without warning. he touched his nose, yelping when he felt the liquid pouring nonstop, staining his chin, his shirt, his fingers.

you heard a small commotion on your way back, the room in between you and denji seeming shorter with the quick steps you took, still being careful not to drop the fresh popcorn and candy bars in your hands. then you saw him.

confused, looking at you with his blood-covered lips and hand, opening his mouth slightly to breathe, closing it right back when the blood passed his lips, grimacing. there was something about this that made you want to taste it, too. to kiss him while the blood dripped down and mixed into the kiss. maybe it was the stark contrast of denji’s pale skin and the dark, red blood, or the way he was leaning back, his weight supported by his arm with his muscles tensing up, the veins on his forearm prominent.

putting the bowl away on the nearby chair, you ran to him. “ji, my god, are you okay?” you said, sitting down next to him. he nodded, mumbling something about being just fine and removed his hand out of his face, revealing the mess behind it. he had smeared the blood, mostly to the left. the blood was still flowing down, although not in the same quantity as before. you reached to grab one of the napkins you brought with you, suddenly stopping when a thought occurred to you.

"denji, will you do something for me? now?" you said sweetly, putting the napkin aside. he nodded, eyebrows furrowing. "i want you to kiss me. can you kiss me? i had this... dream one time” this was a little white lie, but he didn’t have to know that seeing him bleed did it for you “and it was just like this, it's fine if-"

a kiss. denji grabbed your face and pulled you closer to him, his bloody lips crashing with yours. your hands immediately went to him, finding support on his chest when the taste of blood entered you, head spinning with excitement. the kiss tasted like metal, and it was very wet, which made it feel so, so good. to you, at least. your teeth sank on denji’s bottom lip, tugging when you heard a shaky moan escape him. your boyfriend’s hands traveled south, brushing the sides of your chest, taking you in his arms to position you on his lap. placing your hand on denji’s neck, you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. the tip of denji’s tongue poked out, begging you to let him feel yours. you allowed him in, the muscle instantly meeting yours, feeling each other. you pressed your chest to his, one of his hands squeezing your chest through your shirt as your hips rolled softly on his crotch.

it was better than your dream. the taste was overwhelming, imprinted on his lips, his tongue; every time your lips moved against each other caused a wave of pleasure to come over you, leaving you eager, and very much needy. denji’s hand was under your shirt, continuing his motions. the coldness of his skin made you gasp, breaking the kiss. he took the opportunity to kiss your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin, leaving red traces as he bit, sucking soon-to-be purple bruises. your fingers hooked on his hair, pulling when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, a breathy moan leaving you, stopping when you felt a drop of something, falling down to your chest. “denji, wait”

“whaaat?” he grumbled, puling apart. on top of the smeared liquid, a new, fresh crimson mark was leaving a trail, crossing his lips, his chin. “i’m... really hard now, can we keep going? i- did i do something?!” he said, very worried, as his hands flew to craddle your face. he didn’t seem to notice his own blood dripping down his nose, again.

“i’m fine, it’s you! your nosebleed. it should’ve stopped, but you’re bleeding again! ji, my god” your eyes scanned the couch, finding the (now crumpled) napkin and grabbed it, dabbing the blood off of denji’s face. “hold this here, and tilt your head, look at the ceiling, i’ll bring more” you rushed off, jumping out of your boyfriend’s lap, and to the bathroom.

“can we make out after?” you heard denji say with a newfound nasal voice.

sighing, you picked the toilet paper, and said

“yes”

i did have a dream about this! it was w a kpop idol lol

#denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #cw blood

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sabtovs · 1 year

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Period head cannons with these anime characters

Tw:like 3 curse words and mention of sex

Characters:nanami,gojo,toji

Nanami

Somehow he knows everything about periods

The moment you say your almost out of pads/tampons my guy will run to the store and buy you whatever you need with no shame.

Whenever you say you have cramp he will bring out his best massaging skills.

If you stain somewhere he will be a little bit annoyed but not show it and help you clean it.

He will let you take out your anger on him or literally just cry on his lap.

Somehow he knows how to use pads and put in tampons better than you.

Literally has a draw full of period products

Mr. Period tracker

You woke up to see Namami sleeping soundly beside you. Not wanting to wake him up you slowly lifted the dovet over you body just to see a red patch of blood right where you were laying. The moment you saw it you were on the verge of crying, jumping out of bed you hopped in the shower with a pad/tampon outside of it. At this point you were crying praying kento wouldn't notice.

Nanami's point of view

The moment he woke up he noticed.

Not wanting to confront you he quickly put everything in the washing machine then put new bed covers on.

When you came out of the bathroom ready to snitch on yourself. You were shocked to see new covers than immediately thanked and hugged nanami.

Idk why but later you just started crying and Nanami was just there acting like a life sized pillow but it was shushing you.

Finally when you stopped crying Nanami decided to make pasteries for you just so you wouldn't be snacking or skittles for ever. (Don't ever compare Nanami to Gordon Ramsay)

Before you went to bed he made sure to pamper you with kisses and he promised to buy more period product the next day.

GOJO

Gojo dosen't know shit about periods

He'll ask Maki,Nobara and shoko (shoko was the only one that gave him real advice).

If you stain anywhere he will make you clean it up yourself but then apologize later.

After he finds out about periods he will randomly just massage you out of nowhere even when you not on you period

If you ask Gojo to buy you pads/tampons he will act like it's a spy mission after going through all that he only bring's one pack and it's not even your size so you just ask Utahime.

If your in a bad mood Gojo will take out all the candy from his stash and pamper you with them.

If your crying he'll make you lay on his lap and just let it all out

When you told Gojo you were on your period you could easily see he was trying not to pout.

Later in the day somehow you forgot to flush the toilet and like 2minutes later you hear "WHAT THE FUCK". You ran to the bathroom just to see Gojo staring at the blood mixed with piss.

You had to remind Gojo for the 1billionth time you were on your period.

After he always tried his best to massage you whenever you said you had cramps but it didn't really help. (Just know he tried his best:(

Now that Gojo knew more about your period going on missions was a peace of cake. (Buying the products) some days he would come back with a bag full of them.

He finds it cute whenever you have mood swings and it makes you even more mad. Also whenever your on you period you always have tea to share so 1 good turn.

He will sacrifice all his blankets just so you could stay warm.

Unlike Nanami he will would actually munch on skittles with you. (Your period cravings are the exact same as his daily cravings).

TOJI

Much like Gojo he never even knew periods existed

Well have a disgusted look on his face the whole time you telling him about it.

If you were to make a mess the vains in Toji's forehead will be very visible but he will clean it. (While gagging)

If you ask him to buy you ( pads/tampons) he will tell you to go yourself. After bickering for like 2hours he goes.

If your having a mood swing he'll let you lay on his lap letting out every thing thought meanwhile he's thinking when it's gonna end.

Also you won't be the only one experiencing mood swings. If your yelling at toji he will tell back at you. If your sad toji would be on they verge of tears.

He actually stole products before because he was to shy to buy them.

Though despite him just being irritated by everything you do at time he will comfort you

It's like when he massages you he's thinking of gojo because his grip is so hard it starts to hurt

Toji will actually get really aggitated if you keep on munching on skittles so he just hides them somewhere you can't reach

If you need pads/tampons in somewhere like the car toji being a supportive bf he will walk to the store 10minutes away and took 30minutes but still stole them.

Toji will get like really sex deprived to the point he starts asking you for period sex

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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doomsday

based on the song 'doomsday' by lizzy mcalpine

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - 'funny thing is i would've married you if you'd have stuck around; i feel more free than i have in years, six feet in the ground'

Warnings - angst; sad vibes, sad reader, death, sad nat but there is some fluff mixed in

Word Count - 1851

A/N - i honestly fkin upset myself with this so i hope at least one other person is also sad because of it - i'm trying to get better at angst but it hurts :D

You’d never known true freedom. Somebody was always in control of what you did, how you did it, where you went. It’s how it had always been; from being thrust into the life of darkness and killing to the life of an Avenger, you’d never truly known free will. Decisions were made for you - you were an assassin and now you’re one of earth’s ‘mightiest heroes’, you roll your eyes at the term.

How are you a hero? Someone with a kill count higher than you could imagine and a river of blood to show for it. Surely a true hero would choose their fate, decide to take up this life of heroics themselves, not be given the ultimatum you were. Use your skills for good or pay for your crimes.

And yet, you were never free to choose that either. Your skills were invaluable, prison was merely a threat for if you stepped out of line.

So you’d made a home over the last few years, something akin to a family. You’d found a love in Natasha you never thought possible, the only time you ever feel free is with her.

—

“Let me take you on a date.” She’d said, so matter of fact you couldn’t believe for one second that she was being serious.

“What?”

“A date. You.” She pointed. “And me.”

You rolled your eyes at her teasing as she just smirked, looking at you expectantly.

“Okay, sure.” You nodded. “When?”

“Now.”

Of course she’d want to leave right now, her almost golden retriever-like energy she fell into around you was a shock but she felt comfortable to be silly with you, playful and cheery, not afraid to make a fool of herself.

“Now?” You asked but couldn’t help breaking into a grin at her smile as she bounced on the balls of her feet slightly in anticipation and the grin never faltered at the way she happily grabbed onto your arm to lead you out when you said yes.

She had spotted a poster for a carnival earlier in the day; you spent the evening under dizzying lights, filling up on candy floss, making yourselves feel sick on the rides.

She kissed you outside of your bedroom door with her lips tasting like lemonade and popcorn, the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

—

Natasha always reassured you that your past is exactly that - your past. It wasn’t you anymore, it wasn’t truly you then; you, like her, were a trained killer. You were forced into the life you lead, knowing weapons like the back of your hand when you should’ve been fingerpainting.

She was coming to terms with the red in her ledger, beginning to realise with your help that it shouldn’t drown her the way it used to - she just wished you’d do the same.

Sometimes you let your mind race, poking around at the insecurities you try to bury. The way you still don’t feel like you deserve a home here, with this makeshift family joking around whilst a movie plays on the TV. The way you still feel trapped by the rules set out by those above you; you can’t make your own choices as an Avenger, you’re told which missions to go on and how to do them.

Natasha helped, she really did, but it didn’t make things perfect. The only perfect thing you know is her and the way she makes you feel but sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’ll be enough.

—

“Babe, wake up.” She rasped, soft lips grazing over the skin of your shoulder from where she held you from behind.

“Nat, it’s early. Let me sleep.” You pleaded which of course she ignored, you expected nothing less.

“It’s the first morning in your new home, how’d you feel?”

“My old room is quite literally next door, darling.” You smiled, rolling over to face her. You stroked some of her stray hairs behind her ear with a quick peck to her lips.

“I know, just go along with it.” She pouted, leaning into your touch as your thumb stroked over her cheek.

“I feel perfect. Waking up next to you is perfect and it’s even more perfect that I don’t have to go back to my room. It’s perfect that I can see our clothes all mixed together from here and our shoes side by side over there - it’s so domestic looking. And it’s perfect tha-”

“God, I wish I never asked.” She groaned with a smile. “It really is perfect, huh?”

“It is. But do you know what’s not? That horrible photo of me that you have taped above your mirror.”

“I love that photo.” She argued.

“It’s me or the photo, baby.” You spoke, squealing with a laugh when she tackled you back onto the bed as you moved to get up to take it down.

“I’m keeping both.” She laughed, tickling your sides mercilessly until you called a truce. “I knew I’d win.” She bragged with a lingering kiss to your lips. “Come shower with me.” She added with a wink and who are you to say no to such an offer?

—

You wiped your forehead where a mixture of sweat, grime and blood had gathered before taking another agent down. He was the last one you could see so you holstered your gun with a breathless sigh before heading towards the quinjet with aching limbs and a bruised cheek.

“Y/N, you on your way back?” Steve’s crackled voice came through the comms.

“Yeah, be there in a sec.”

You were the last to arrive, resting your chin on Natasha’s shoulder tiredly as she kissed your head. There seemed to be some kind of complication, hushed words between Tony and Steve whilst everyone just waited around for them to be done.

“What the hell is the problem?” Wanda asked them, arms crossed over her chest. “I want to go home.”

“Uh, there seems to be a slight…hiccup.” Tony answered.

“What kind of ‘hiccup’?”

“What he means is that because of the security of the building, the detonation has to be done internally.” Steve returned with a sigh.

“So what does that mean?” Sam asked this time but it was clear by the look on everyone’s faces that it wasn’t going to be good.

“The only way we can ensure that this building ceases operation is if one of us goes in to enter the code but-”

“But if someone goes in they won’t make it out.” Natasha finished solemnly.

—

The night was quiet but your sleep was broken. Natasha slept peacefully beside you with her hair splayed out on her pillow, a sliver of moonlight shone through the parted curtains and landed on her face in the most perfect way.

The dream you’d had was keeping you awake, memories of your old life playing in your unconscious mind, so now you lay here with only the sound of Natasha’s even breaths and the whirring of your mind to keep you company.

She was woken not too long later from a sniffle you failed to keep in, frantically wiping at the tears on your face when you felt her stirring.

“Detka, hey, what’s wrong?” She asked, voice so soft and warm with sleep.

“Nothing, it’s okay Nat, go back to sleep.”

“It’s not nothing, tell me what’s wrong.”

She sat up next to you, immediately wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you close.

“I just feel like a monster, Nat. Like, all I did - it haunts me - there’s no escape from what I became.”

“None of that’s your fault. You are such an amazing person, you’ve helped so many people since you’ve been here.”

“It doesn’t feel like enough. It could never be enough.”

“You had no choice, you-”

“I know. That’s the problem - I never have. I never chose to be a killer. I never chose to be an Avenger. I never chose to be a ‘hero’. I was forced into all of these worlds, Nat. I have never had a say in my own life, everything has always been decided for me and it’s tiring. I just want to be free, you know?” You spoke through tears, burying your head in the crook of her neck as she hugged you even tighter. “I just want something to be mine - my choice. No one else’s.”

—

It had been at least 20 minutes of back and forth arguing of who’ll be the one to go and time was running out. Natasha’s hold on your hand had been almost painfully strong the entire time but you’d been zoning out of their arguing whilst you thought about everything. About what you have to do, not only for them but for the world. You were going to choose to be a hero, maybe now you’d start believing the word.

“I’ll go.” You spoke, stunning the jet into silence at your sudden voice.

“We can’t ask you to do that.” Steve answered, being the old supersoldier he is, he was going to be the one to go, he’d planned on it.

“You’re not. I’m offerin-”

“Y/N/N, you can’t go. No, you’re not going, I won’t let you.” Natasha rushed out, holding onto your arm as you stood.

“Nat, I have to. I’m sorry, I am, I love you so much but you know that I have to.” You choked out and fuck it hurt your heart to see the tears roll down her cheeks, you couldn’t bare to look at the tears starting to form in everyone else’s eyes.

“No. You don’t have to do this, anything but this. Tony there has to be another way - find another way.”

“This is the only way and even if it wasn’t we’re running out of time. Whoever’s going to go has to go now or we’ll all end up dead.”

“It’s okay, Nat. I want to do this-”

“No.” She sobbed out, tears salty on your lips when you kissed her.

“Let me choose, for once - let me be free - let me know what it’s like.” You uttered. “I love you - so much. I’ll never stop.”

“I love you too.” She croaked out through her tears, heart breaking at the soft smile you mustered just for her. You wanted the last time she saw your face to be a happy memory, when the pain is easy enough to bear you want her to look back at this moment and see the way you love her - to see you as a hero.

You made your way back to the building as just a small figure to the rest of the team watching from the jet in the air. Natasha’s sobs filled the space and Wanda’s arms caught her at the sight of the building being engulfed in golden flames, thick black smoke filling the air.

She was broken, the space in her heart you had once filled was empty once again. And maybe one day it’d hurt a little less but for now the ring she’d bought only months ago will sit in her drawer untouched, feeling heavier than it should.

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