#tw.death

[pricklenettle]

Illustrations for the second chapter of Something Rotten!

@wingedflight did an excellent job writing the tragic spiraling decent in this one, go read it!

#danny phantom #my art #dp #invisobang 2023 #maddie fenton #mr. lancer #tw.death #poor danny is in for a rough time #hamlet au #red huntress #valerie gray

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Courtship

Yandere Pickle x Afab Reader

TW: creepy coworker and yandere behavior

Buy me a coffee?💕

A sigh escaped (your name)’s lips as she meandered down the street towards her home. She hadn’t planned on being at work for so long, but her boss peer pressured her into staying past her shift… and now she paid the consequences.

She clutched her lunchbox to her thigh for more of a sense of security through the dimly lit streets. (Your name) just had to pass by this alleyway and she was in the clear…

A low groan drew her from her musings, her head snapped toward the dark alleyway. The hair on her arm stood straight up in pure fear. (Your name) was certain her heart just went still for a straight minute.

“H-hello?” She meekly asked the dark abyss of the alleyway. This was like something out of horror movie and she would be the first idiot to die… she should just walk away. Curiosity always killed the cat.

And then another pained whine came from the darkness… was it an injured animal of some kind? Her heart ached at the thought. Maybe she’d shine a light down the alleyway to see what made those pained noises.

(Your name) pulled her phone out of her pocket and activated the flashlight on it. She then shined the light down the alleyway, her eyes wide at the sight before her.

It wasn’t a dog that groaned in hunger but a man. A man covered in jagged scars sat curled up beside a dumpster. His large, tanned body curled up into a ball. His golden eyes filled with fear when he looked at her. Was he homeless?

(Your name) slowly made her way toward him, careful not to scare him even more than he already was. Her eyes softened at how he cowered when she neared him.

“It’s okay… I won’t hurt you.” (Your name) continued to tip toe towards the large man until she was only a few feet off him. He only trembled in response, his golden eyes studied her in anticipation. And that’s when a loud growl from his stomach reached her ears, a sympathetic smile on her face.

The young woman slowly reached into her lunchbox and handed him her uneaten sandwich. The man’s eyes widen in surprise before he hesitantly took the sandwich from her.

Now that she could see his face a bit better, she realized this man was bewitchingly beautiful. It was as if he was from another world.

The man hesitantly sniffed the sandwich before he gingerly took a bite. His eyes lit up at the taste of honeyed ham and swiss, his abnormally long tongue darted out to lick the sauce from between the sandwich.

(Your name) could only stare in wonder at the odd man. Was this the first sandwich he’s ever had? He was taking apart each layer of the sandwich rather than eating it all together. Despite how bizarre this was, it was also kind of endearing.

(Your name) quickly handed him the fresh fruit and vegetables to try to put something else in his bottomless pit of a stomach. How long had he been hungry? She felt horrible for him…

(Your name) watched the man scarf down his food like a starving animal. His body language no longer showed fear, an expression of relaxation on his face. She wondered if he may be mentally impaired.

(Your name) sat with him for a bit, his putrid scent was a bit much for her to handle, but he seemed so lonely.. how could she not feel bad for him?

The man turned his completely attention to her. His head tilted to the side while he studied her pretty face. His golden eyes and mannerisms reminded her of an owl.

(Your name) sat with the man for a few more minutes until she decided to leave. It was getting late…

“Good bye, mister. Take care, okay?” (Your name) smiled brightly at the man, the man tilted his head off to the side. Poor guy… she hoped he stayed safe.

The man’s golden eyes watched the young woman leave. Pickle purred, his golden eyes studied her small form.

The primitive man slowly trailed behind her, the giant careful not to alert her of his presence. Pickle didn’t want to scare his future mate!

He wondered if he should start courting her since she had courted him… maybe some fruits would do? She seemed to like fruits!

Poor (your name) had not a single clue in the world of the trouble that was about to brew in her life.

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Small rodent and avian carcasses were left on her step. It was a bit difficult to differentiate what they once were since their bodies were so mangled, but she was able to piece together what they were due to the feathers, blood, and fur that was mixed all over her doormat.

This was all so incredibly strange... Were these left behind by the local cat? Was it a token of appreciation for feeding it? (Your name) had not a clue on who or what could’ve left this on her step. She didn’t think a cat was capable of such brutality, but it was hard to imagine another human, leaving this too…

(Your name) grimaced when she picked some of the remnants of the small animal carcasses, a few guys spilled out when she did so. This was so gross.

The young woman scrunched up her face and distaste. she then began to clean up the mess and discard the carcasses into her trashcan. She would probably have to bleach her whole front step to get the putrid odor of death away after work…

“Meow!”

An orange tabby cat mewled at her. Its little orange body brushed against her in a soothing manner. She smiled a bit at the fluffy feline before she bent down to run her fingers through its small head.

“Hello, tiger. I haven’t seen you in a bit.” The cat simply purred in response, its tail rubbed against her legs to scent her. (Your name) indulged the cat a bit until she knew she had to leave for work. “Sorry but I have to go to work. I’ll see you later!”

(Your name) gathered up her belongings and hurried down the street to walk to work. The orange tabby sat on her step, it’s tail ticked back and for like a clock. It’s small pink nose sniffed the few remains she didn’t scoop up in interest. The cat then began to lick up the bloody remains.

Pickle whined from his spot in the forest. She didn’t like his gift… was it not to her liking?

Pickle snarled, his bloody canines flashed under the light as he watched the cat lick up the remnants of his gift. That wasn’t for that animal… it was for his mate. Perhaps she would like something bigger?

Pickle observed the local cat that (your name) doted on. He’d start with that creature that hogged her attention… then he’d set his sights to bigger game.

Pickle stalked forward toward his prey, but the cat tilted its head at him. The tiny animal sauntered over to him and brushed its head against his leg.

It dumbfounded Pickle. The Neanderthal scooped up the small house cat and stared at it. The cat’s purrs never ceased as it maintained eye contact with him.

The two creatures blinked at each other until the cat leaned forward and licked Pickle’s nose. Pickle furrowed his brow at the rough feeling but didn’t entirely reject the gesture.

Pickle changed his mind. He was fond of this tiny creature that purred like him. Pickle sat on the grass with the cat now in his lap. The cat rubbed its head over his palms to pet it.

Pickle would find something else to hunt… something much larger. He didn’t think (your name) would like if he harmed her companion.

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“So I was wondering if you’d let me take you out on a date yet, (your name)?” (Your name) sighed and glanced up from her computer at her manager, Kenji. He was a nice looking man but (your name) had no interest in dating anyone at the moment. She was quite happy just caring for the local cat and tending to her indoor plants.

“Sorry, Kenji. I don’t have any interest in dating.” (Your name) bowed her head a bit to Kenji. “Thank you for the offer-“

Kenji sighed, the young man leaned his beefy forearms onto her cubicle wall. His dark eyes narrowed a bit before he muttered, “you’re going to end up alone. You’re still young and pretty. Don’t you think you should give this a chance? You might not get another.”

(Your name) furrowed her brow at Kenji in confusion. What on earth did he mean by that?

As if Kenji could read her mind, he chuckled. “Everyone thinks you’re a bit odd, (your name). You daydream an awful lot and you feed the cats. The other workers all think you’re going to end up being a cat lady.”

(Your name) frowned and turned her attention back to her computer, which made Kenji click his tongue. The brunette then went on his way.

Kenji swore he’d get her attention soon… he’s liked her for awhile now. And he’d do anything for her to notice him… anything.

Kenji smirked. Thank goodness she lived in isolation, it’d be easier to corner her since no one would hear her screams….

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(Your name) made her way home, unaware of a presence following behind her. The young woman walked down the dimly lit streets toward her house with no awareness of her surroundings.

Pickle scuttled around in the shadows. His eyes narrowed at the man that followed (your name). His nose sniffed the air, his head cocked to the side in confusion. Was this a challenger?

Pickle quietly stalked forward behind the man. The man too focused on following (your name) to notice the Neanderthal behind him.

(Your name) eventually made it onto hee quiet street. The young woman hummed a cheery tune, unaware of the Kenji who was just a few feet behind her.

The man made a move to grab her but he was soon pulled into a giant, muscular chest. The man almost screened but a large hand was shoved over his mouth.

Kenji slowly looked up, his dark eyes wide in horror at what held him like a snake. This was the caveman from the news…

Pickle tilted his head in curiosity. What was this small man planning to do with his mate? Pickle may not have been from the modern world but he was familiar with the laws of nature. And this man didn’t have good intentions for his mate…

Pickle bared his fangs at the man, his golden eyes glowed like a burning fire under the street lights. Pickle was terrifying… and his sudden appearance may have caused Kenji to urinate himself a bit.

Pickle turned his head to glance at (your name) who made it safely to her house, far enough out of ear shot now to what was about to happen.

Kenji tried to swing his fist up to punch Pickle but Pickle simply snapped his head off to the side. Pickle cooed a bit at the dead body now in his arms.

This was his competition? How disappointing…

Pickle carried Kenji toward the sewers. The caveman threw his body into the manhole before he jumped in after.

Perhaps he’d leave more gifts for (your name) later? He wondered if she’d like a pelt… he could show off his nest skills to her! She’d be so thrilled to se show hood of a provider he was!

But first he’d take care of this body. Pickle was feeling a bit peckish after all…

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(Your name) hummed as she watered her various tropical plants in her home. The inside of her house felt much like a tropical rainforest for the various rare plants in her home.

(Your name) owned various orchids, a few vibrant flamingo flowers, and some lovely begonias. But her favorite was her monstera. She babied that plant the most. The young woman considered at her most prized possession since it was her largest plant.

She felt so at peace taking care of these plants. Her plants are better company than most people. She found it hard to be around other human beings, since they were always so conniving. She knew that at least plants would never betray her or try to harm her.

(Your name) hummed as she continued to tend to her plants. Unaware of Pickle who sat perched on a tree branch outside her window. The Neanderthal has recently found a way in through her bedroom but he preferred to wait until she wasn’t home.

It was much easier for him to find places where they could store young and to scent the outer perimeter of her house when she wasn’t around. Pickle made sure to keep her home extra safe.

The various plant life was a plus to him. It made him feel like he was at home himself… he was so flattered that his mate was so understanding of him.

Pickle would be sure to be wonderful to her once she accepted the last part of his courtship.

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A few days have gone by and Kenji was no longer at work. (Your name) and her coworkers thought it was very strange. He never missed work.

A few had tried to call him, and one coworker even went to his house, but there was no reply. It puzzled them all. Where could he have gone?

Kenji was a bachelor so he didn’t have any roommates or a girlfriend. And no one in the office really knew his family either… it was a shame.

(Your name) felt bad about being relieved from his absence. She no longer was harassed on a day-to-day basis for a date. A part of her feel guilty, but the other part not so much.

(Your name) continue to type away on her computer, unaware of the caveman that sat on the rooftop of the building across the street from her. His golden eyes studied her as she worked diligently on her assignment.

Pickle placed his chin in his palms, the caveman purred. His mate was so cute… she seemed much happier now that the weird man was gone.

Pickle glanced down at the fresh bear pelt beside him. He would leave this for her at we home today and then he would start to bring her many more until she accepted him.

Spring time was coming soon and pickle was determined to mate.

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A few weeks have gone by since the disappearance of Kenji now. It was spring now… and he was still missing.

Missing posters of Kenji were now set all over the city. There was absolutely no trace of him anywhere. (Your name) felt as if he was a ghost, because he disappeared into thin air.

The police broke into his apartment to find a body, but nothing was found other than old food and all of his belongings. There was talk that he might have been murdered or kidnapped. But who on this green earth would want Kenji of all people?

This matter didn’t help the young women feel any safer in his community anymore. In the last few weeks she felt as if there was always a pair of eyes that were on her. No matter where she went or where she was, she felt like she was being studied like a lab specimen. It made her skin crawl sometimes.

(Your name) clutched her lunch box close to herself and bit her lip. She didn’t feel safe anywhere she went. Her home no longer felt safe. She swore some of her belongings were missing and it drove her insane.

(Your name) had only a handful of panties left now… which was odd since she had just bought some new ones recently. She even took apart her washer to examine if they were lost in one of the crevices but to no avail…

But who would steal her undergarments? Kenji was no longer in the picture so it couldn’t be him… and he was the only man who was interested in her… she should stop thinking about this.

(Your name) wished she could shrug it off but she couldn’t. Especially with the various animal pelts left on her door step.

Who was bringing her bear and deer pelts? She couldn’t bring herself to throw them away but she has just been shoving them into her garage. She didn’t know what else to do with them… she would feel bad if she threw away someone’s hard work.

(Your name) sat on her door step with her orange tabby, Tiger. The cat purred while she pet him. Lately she had noticed that the cat had put on a few extra pounds… has someone else been feeding him?

(Your name) patted Tiger’s little tummy in wonder. She didn’t have any neighbors around so it was strange that the cat had gained some extra cushion…

And that’s when a rustling in the bushes drew her attention. (Your name) snapped her head towards the bush, a giant man stepped forward. His golden eyes transfixed on her. It was the homeless guy she met months ago…

(Your name) glanced at the pelt in his arms in shock. Was he her stalker?!

Pickle gave her a toothy grin. The Neanderthal set the pelt in front of her before he began to dance. (Your name) could only sit still in shock while Pickle continued to dance before her.

Then it all clicked. Pickle was not a homeless man. He was the Neanderthal from the news a few months back… and he wasn’t stalking her. Pickle was courting her.

(Your name) froze when Pickle paused his dance, the Neanderthal cooed softly at her. His long fingers tilted her chin up to look at him.

And that’s when he licked her nose just like a cat. His eyes filled with wonder.

(Your name) remained frozen, even when he scooped her up into his arms to carry her into her garage where the various pelts lied.

Pickle finally had her… he finally had his cute little mate.

#baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere imagine #female reader #yandere fic #yandere #yandere baki #pickle the caveman #pickle x reader #baki pickle #pickle baki #baki the grappler pickle #baki fanfiction #baki fanfic #tw.yandere #tw.death #baki dou #tw.stalking #horror short #horror short story

[navybrat817]

Hey, lovelies. Wanted to share a personal update. TW: Death

My mother-in-law passed away last week. This was a woman I knew for over 21 years. She lived over 800 miles away (and actually planned to move closer so she could be near her grandkids), which was why I had to make a long drive over the past weekend to try and pack up her place this week and get other affairs in order (which is going to be a lengthy process). Her service was yesterday and we plan to drive back home this weekend so the kiddos can get back to school and daycare Monday.

My hubby lost his father a few years ago and has no siblings. This loss of his mother has been, understandably, tough for him and family overall. The kiddos don't fully grasp what has happened. Between this and other things, I'm trying to stay strong for everyone.

As always, I write when I can and won't answer any fic update questions. Once they are ready, I'll share once available and hoe out when time allows.

Love you lovelies. Please take care! ❤️

#navybrat rambles #personal #personal update #tw.death #love you lovelies #are you reading my tags? #go drink some water #stay hydrated my friends

[vmpyria]

ok respectfully you’re writing is absolutely ethereal😭. Anyways I have a prompt that may get you to write something for the SF fandom (I’m very fixated on it and I can’t find decent content lol)

~ok so yk how Sal is on that killing spree to free everyone from the red eyed demon thing? What if the reader had been living there and now he has to kill them? Idk I just feel very angsty today

(have a lovely day 💜)

SAL FISHER X READER: the end.

i am putting a gun to my head, this was agony. i did some small research on how it feels like to be stabbed so my description is a bit detailed. i tried to expand on the feelings sal felt as he did this :( i hope i did the scene justice and i hope you enjoy! reblogs & replies help me be motivated!

TW — murder, blood, depictions of stabbing and death. angst.

sal’s chest felt heavy.

this felt like a scene straight from his nightmares, but no — it was real.

his eyes were clouded with tears, his lip quivering. his tears stained his skin and the inside of his prosthetic. he stood over the corpse of soda and faced chug’s bloodied corpse.

“i—i’m sorry.” sal stuttered.

in his hand he held the knife.

he wanted to die, he wanted to stab himself just like how he stabbed the others.

first, he lost larry. larry, his best friend. his brother. the demon was beginning to take over him leading him to do the did the only thing he could — drank himself to death to avoid having his soul taken away from him.

then, terrance.

the little boy broke the heartbreaking reality to him.

to save them all, he had to kill them.

sal didn’t want to, he didn’t want to hurt them. his friends, his family.. but, it was either save them by killing them or lose them to the demon’s power.

the world wouldn’t understand, but at least he did. at least he knew that this was the easy way out.

sniffling, he stumbled to the door of chug’s apartment and then walked out.

his grip on the knife was tight, the the sudden realization of what was next almost made his collapse.

you.

you were next on his list, you.

his girlfriend, his everything, his confidant. you. he had to kill you next.

his stomach twisted, the anxiety, the fear, the grief, the pain. it was all too much, he felt nauseous, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

he wanted to be with his mom.

he wanted to be cradled by her, to have his face pressed against his mother’s chest as he wept away the fear of this nightmare. he wanted her to gently pet his hair and reassure him — ‘it was just a nightmare, dear. it’s okay, mommy’s here and she’s not going to let anything bad happen to you.’

but no, his mom wasn’t there. she wasn’t going to hold him, she wasn’t going to tell him he would be okay. she wasn’t there.

and now, you weren’t going to be there either.

you had been the one he cried to when he felt the grief of his mother’s passing, you had been there. you had always been there. you listened to him, you held him, you cried with him.

and now he was going to lose you.

who was he going to cry to after this? his dad is dead, larry is dead, you’ll be dead soon. who was going to hold him and reassure him he did the right thing?

you weren’t gone yet, but he was already mourning.

the walk to your apartment felt like he was walking to his doom, which honestly felt like he was.

he had sobbed as he went up to the floor you lived in, he moved his prosthetic to wipe his tears and now he was in front of your apartment door.

it was time.

opening the door with the spare key you had gifted him during your first year anniversary, sal stepped inside.

the apartment smelled like you, he could smell the sweet candles you had set up around the house, they were vanilla scented.

he always loved the smell of your apartment.

“hello?” you called from your bedroom.

sal froze at the sound of your voice, soft and his favorite. he loved your voice, he could fall asleep to you just rambling.

you entered the front area and saw sal, a bright smile spread on your lips almost immediately. “sal!” you said happily.

you could tell he didn’t seem lively, the knife was in his back pocket, hidden from your view.

looking at his hands, you saw the blood that stained them, then you noticed a bit of blood on his mask. “sal?!” you said in alarm, walking closer. “are you hurt? are you okay? what happened?” you asked, concerned for him.

he’s going to miss you, so, so much.

he was going to miss the way you smiled, the way your eyes crikled, the way you pursed you lips when you focused on something, your laugh, the way you lit up the room, your hair, you skin, your style, your art, your music taste, your everything.

he was going to miss how you always shared snacks with him, how you always called him at night while he was in the suburbs, how you would arrange study dates. how you would hold his hand tightly and point out every single thing you liked, how you cared about him.

he was going to miss how you—

“sal?” you asked, standing in front of him , your eyebrows furrowed up in worry for his wellbeing.

he wasn’t going to miss this, what he was going to do to you.

“i love you.” sal said, his hand reaching to his back pocket.

you laughed, “i love you too! what’s happening?” you smiled, an eyebrow raised in confusion. sal’s hand gripped the base of his knife.

“please forgive me.” he whispered, you could feel his heavy gaze behind his mask, the way his voice cracked, was he crying?

you looked down at his hand, watching as it reached for the back of his pocket, you then saw the blade that peaked from behind him, stained and bloodied.

you stepped back, “sal? sal— what..what is going on?” you asked, letting out a nervous laugh as you stepped away from him.

you heard a muffled sob come from him, “please, y/n. please forgive me, this is the only—way.” he said, you could hear the pain behind his voice, he was now gripping the knife by his side.

“the only way for what? sal, s—sal, please put the knife down, what’s going on?” you asked frantically as you tried to step away from him.

sal’s vision was cloudy from the tears, his already broken heart shattering as he watched the fear in your eyes. “the d—demon, it..i need to save you, please..” he sobbed, stepping closer.

you pressed against the wall and watched desperately as sal stalked closer to you.

“i love you, y/n.” sal whispered.

he stood in front of you, his shoulders shook as you stared at him. you were at a loss for words, your eyes were wide in fear, tears quietly streamed down your cheeks.

sal’s grip on the knife got tighter, his knuckles turning white. “say it back—“ he sobbed, “p—please, say you love me.” he cried.

he was begging, pleading for you to say your words to him.

“s—sal—“ you stuttered fearfully, “i love y—you, i always have.” you sobbed, your gaze moving down to his knife.

“please don’t—“ you pleaded, sal gulped and shook his head. “i know it might not look like it..b-but i’m saving you, i promise.” he stumbled.

he didn’t want to do this, he didn’t have the strength to lift the knife and puncture your stomach.

you stared at him fearfully, you never understood much of the paranormal activity, you only knew a surface level of information, but you trusted him.

how silly.

he’s about to kill you, but you trusted his word. he had always been the person you most relied on.

a sudden punch was felt against your abdomen.

one, and another, and another.

you didn’t register the fact he had stabbed you yet, the adrenaline rush hiding the agonizing pain that would soon take over.

looking down, you watched as sal removed his knife from your stomach. your blood was oozing out, staining your clothes and then you felt it—

it felt like a searing pain in your skin, your organs had ruptured at the impact and now you were left in agony.

a choked cry left your lips as you tried to cradle your wounds, your knees feeling weak, and then your screamed. a gurgly guttural scream, one that displayed the agony you felt as your wounds seared.

you collapsed on the floor with a heavy thud.

sal stood over you, he was taking off his prosthetic.

dropping it down to the floor, he sank down to his knees and he was quick to hold you. he could feel your warm blood staining his shirt as he held you.

your hearing was muffled, you couldn’t make out what he was saying, you could hear your blood streaming through your body and your pulse.

it hurt so much you couldn’t even speak.

your breathing got fast, you felt yourself gasping for air. your chest hurt, you couldn’t breathe— your mouth began to fill with a metallic liquid.

blood began to spill from your mouth, your coughs were gurgled.

your body was moving with every sob that came from sal. his grip on your was deadly. he didn’t want to let go, he wanted to savor the warmth of your body one last time.

now he was weeping, his sobs were loud and guttural, he wanted you back. he wanted you to hold him, to tell him you were fine.

he had envisioned himself growing old with you.

he even thought about marrying you when he finished his studies, he wanted to have a family with you. it all sounded so stupid now, but he was envisioning the life he could’ve had with you.

he babbled various ‘i love you’s’ as he held you.

his voice was muffled for you.

you were so tired.

your eyes got heavy, your strength was depleted. you didn’t want to move, you didn’t want to speak.

you couldn’t.

it hurt, everything hurt so much.

your airways filled with mucus, your breathing got nasally and scratchy.

you weakly held sal’s hand for one last time and then your eyes slipped shut.

two more breaths passed and suddenly it all stopped.

sal sore that time stopped.

your grip stopped and your body went limp.

looking down at you, sal let out a sob, his face was tear-filled and red. his heart was broken.

first his mom, then larry, then his dad and lisa, everyone — and finally you.

the people he most deeply cared about were gone, and it was all because of him. he did this, the guilt that overcame his body was immense. he thought about stabbing the knife deep into his abdomen and twisting it, to feel the same pain you felt.

but he was scared.

deep down, he was just a small child, one that grew up alone, the only people that accepted him were gone.

now, he was left alone.

just how it started.

#sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sal fisher x you #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face #tw.dark content #tw.death #x reader #angst #no happy ending

[prttykittes]

:3 anon

tw:nerco(fucking a dead person), kinda angsty, gn ready (you/yours)

OK so after a bit of time, i’ve finally got a grasp on necro. And after a bit of debate i decided to use Zhongli.

reader is from Liyue so they will be wearing a traditional hanfu from the Song Dynasty.

The Archon war left so many nations in shambles and in disarray. You fought so hard for your people. But in the end you couldn’t make it. Zhongli was right beside you when you passed. He made sure to comfort you as you faded from existence. His arms wrapped around you as the light in your eyes faded. He kissed your forehead before kissing your body admiring its beauty. His hands caressed your face and body as he continued to whisper in your ear of your lifeless body about how much he loves you. His hand slowly began to take off your pibo and your beizi from your body. He admired the lovely stitching and designs on the fabric before softly pushing up your Ruqun exposing your body to him. he lays his head down on your body one more to maybe just maybe hear a heartbeat once more. He kisses your wrist and goes up your arm to your lips. His kiss was so tender and genuine as if you were still alive. He began to softly cry and beg for forgiveness from you as he begins to make love with you one last time. It was so soft and gentle. The soft thrusts he did as he cries and says sorry as he kisses your forehead. You felt so cold. His face buried in the crook of your neck to inhale your sent. you smelt like tea and roses. It only fueled his sadness as he continued to fuck your dead body. “F-fuck, i’m so sorry love. I..I can’t leave you. I’m so sorry. Forgive me..” His hands were shaking as he came inside on you. He kissed you once more before burying you on the hill where you first met. On your gave he places his own pibo that you gave him for his birthday before leaving.

first time writing necro. I was planing on making it more like fucking a bullet wound but i decided not to cause i need to write more angst.

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Woah, this is sad, damn. Good job, :3 anon!! I have no idea what to say tbh,

#kittytail #kittypussy #:3 anon #anon: :3 #tw.nercophilia #tw.nerco #tw.death #sad smut #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #genshin smut #zhongli x reader smut #zhongli x reader angst #angst

[orchid3a]

aria my bby my twin hear me out again !!!

in an au that shin didn't disband the black dragons and the gang became something like bonten, what if the big and powerful gang leader fell in love with a girl he took as payment for her boyfriend's debts? at first you hate shin because you deem him as the reason of your doom, but he's so attentive and treats you so much better than your ex boyfriend did, and you're so confused bc how can the hands of an assassin feel so soft caressing your skin?

INTOXICATION - S. SHINICHIRO

synopsis: Your ex-boyfriend sells you to his loan sharks... Something goes wrong

pairing: yandere!mob boss!Sano Shinichiro x f!reader

tw: yandere, death, implied manipulation, smut, breeding kink, swearing, implied past marathon sex, implied past toxic relationship dynamics (y/n and her ex-bf), mention of prostitution, violence (not toward y/n)

wc: 1378 words

tagging: @haitaniapologist @rnht @qiqi-tutu @momoewn

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note: put the whole ariussy for shinichiro 😼 i'm here to convert everyone to yandere!manipulative!shinichiro

no proofreading

english isn’t my native language

reblogs and comments are appreciated

MDNI 18+ CONTENT AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT

Homo homini lupus est. A man is a wolf to another man 

There is no better phrase to describe your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, who just told you the mess he pulled you in. That dickhead, no other name can sum up his idiocy, had a huge debt with the wrong people, and since he didn’t have all the money to pay them back, he sold you to them. He sold you, his girlfriend, to the infamous Black Dragons, one of the most powerful and dangerous gangs in all Japan.

“How could you! I trusted you! I threw away everything, my whole family, my career and my friends for a fucking idiot like you!” You shout crying, the weight of the situation crushing your spirit. Your whole life was thrown away because he couldn’t pay them back.

He ignores your screams and cries while he hurries preparing a bag with his clothes, ready to flee and leave you to your unhappy fate. However a knock makes both of you stop in your tracks. You weren’t expecting guests today…The same couldn’t be said for that idiot.

You summon all your courage and you open the door, still not prepared for whatever Fate has for you.

Four men enter your home, they are all tall and not seem so friendly and open to dialogue. You gulp and one man, who you think is the leader, turns his attention to you. His dark hues show no sign of mercy, but on his face there is a gentle smile that gives you shivers. How can he smile when his eyes are so empty?

One of his companions, a man with a scar on his right eye, smirks darkly when he sees your boyfriend.

“Where do you think you are going? We just arrived, so drop that bag and hand over the money.” 

(b/n) gulps trembling like a leaf as slowly he puts the bag down, before starting babbling some bullshits and you roll your eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader.

“I think the miss here doesn’t know the whole situation, it’s rude to exclude her. Waka can you explain everything to her? Benkei you hold our friend here, Takeomi, you start searching for the cash.”

A white-haired guy, who you assumed is Waka, comes closer and with bored eyes he starts explaining what happened. The tall buff guy, Benkei, holds your boyfriend who starts begging for his life, while the guy with the scar, Takeomi, trashes your house in search of money.

You nod at whatever he tells you, but your eyes are focused on the leader, who feels your gaze and comes closer to you.

“Shin, I told her everything…I’m gonna help Takeomi.” Wakasa says and leaves you with “Shin”. 

But before he can talk, (b/n)’s screams and grunts grab your attention and you turn towards him. You freeze as you see Shin’s companions, Waka and Takeomi, kicking and punching him while Benkei holds him.

“Pretty girl” - Shin’s hand grabs your chin making you turn towards him - “Good girls don’t ignore their interlocutor when he is starting a conversation.” His honey voice is hypnotizing and you nod completely ignoring (b/n).

Shin smiles and tilts your head, his black hues bore into yours, you gulp unsure on what to do.

“Pretty girl, do you know where the money is? Your boyfriend borrowed too much money and now we need it back, ya know. He tried to sell you to us, but I’m a gentleman and I would never let a scumbag like him sell his girl for his mistakes.” 

He is a charmer for sure, he knows how to use his words and what is your weakness and how to exploit it to make you do what he wants. 

“In the wardrobe…there is a safe hidden by his clothes…the code is his birth date. It’s xx - xx - xxxx” You spill everything as if Shin casted a spell on you.

Your words make him smile, he pats your head and turns his attention to his companions.

“Kill him” The tone of his voice is cold as the ice makes you tremble, Shin gets in front of you and his big pale hands cover your ears to muffle the shot.

You couldn’t see or hear the pitiful cries of your boyfriend, you were too focused on the man in front of you, a man full of mysteries and secrets.

That night he took you with him, despite his friends’ complaints, and you let him take you. You had no one, no money, no house to return, now Shinichiro, or Shin, was your only home. 

It has been a year since you met him, and he treated you better than your ex did. Never once he shouted at you, ignored your feelings or invalidated them. 

At first Takeomi and Wakasa, his second-in-command, wanted to throw you in one of their brothels but Shinichiro didn't agree. For him you should be in a more suitable place, his arms. You know that he isn't good for you, he literally kidnapped you and killed your ex, yet there was something in him that made it impossible to run away from him. 

Were his dark, indecipherable black eyes or his warm deep voice? The way he holds you, he is warm and feels home more than anybody else. 

Shinichiro is warm, affectionate and gentle. 

The headboard is slamming against the wall, yet Shin doesn't seem to slow down his speed. He has been fucking you for hours, or so it seems, you lost the count of how many times he made you cum. Your legs are over your ears, Shin is deep inside your pussy. Your eyes roll back as Shin hits a particular spot, this angle lets him hit you deeper than before. 

" S-Shin 's to-o mu-much." You moan helplessly, your head feels light and your vision is turning white, feeling so close to your climax. 

"Pretty girl one more, just one more. I need to make sure my pretty baby gets pregnant" he murmurs a gentle smile adorning his beautiful face. 

You nod and Shin smiles, still thrusting into you, his hands caressing your sides while he drowns you with praises and gentle words.

“My pretty girl, you’re doing so well” - his dark eyes full of love and lust bore into your watery (e/c) ones - “I love you baby, make me a daddy. Come on pretty girl! Fuck!” he hisses before pressing a kiss on your quivering lips .

“ ‘m cl-close Shin! Please!” you moan, feeling closer and closer to cum.

“Fuck baby me too! Let’s cum together.” he groans and his hips are still thrusting into your abused pussy.

His rough thrusts, gentle coaxing and loving gaze made you cream all over his cock, your vision turns white and mewls leave your mouth. Shin follows you after, pumping his seed inside your womb and securing it, yet he doesn't slip out. He slowly lays your legs at his hips, then he flops on you nuzzling his cheek in your neck.

Too tired to do anything, you can just stroke his black hair, mumbling a small “I love you” before falling asleep, lulled by his heartbeat and his soft kisses over your skin.

Shinichiro always wins, there is no battle he can’t win. What he wants he gets, he will use any means to get it, even using people. It was a child’s play to persuade your ex to get that money, after he “accidentally” was fired from his work. Not that Shinichiro actually threatened the manager to fire him or he would have received a bullet between his eyes. No, he is a gentleman.

It was love at first sight when he first saw you, he still remembers how beautiful you were wearing a white dress and dancing in one of his clubs. You looked so pure and innocent. He couldn’t tear his eyes from you, and in that moment he knew you two were meant to be together. It was easy to obtain information about you and the rest is history. Now he has you and he will never let you go. You two will be together forever until death comes between you. Not that Shin would let it happen.

#✒️ - aria writes #🎀- vitium #tw.yandere #tw.manipulation #tw.breeding kink #tw.death #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #tokrev x you #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #shinichiro smut

[ndcultureis]

tw death

nd culture is not planning to die anytime soon, but sometimes the thought of going to sleep and never waking up is nice. because sometimes you’re just. tired of it all.

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#neurodivergent culture #mod milo #tw.death

[ofallthingsnasty]

a/n: Someone asked for more of Doflamingo's family pet - unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, but as I actually keep a physical list of all the asks I need to get to, it hasn't been lost! I hope this finds its way to you, anon 😘💖

tags: heavy dehumanization, weird pet metaphors, unreliable narrator, noncon, violence, minors dni, death (not yours), fat gn reader, vomit mention, read the tags and read them twice, just some thoughts

word count: 1.1k

Doflamingo thinks himself a good owner.

You're clean, well-groomed, clothed, fed and loved. Entertained, too. He stuffs you into your crate only at night - even if he has to leave you behind (which he rarely does), you stay with the rest of the family, not in that little cage. He's responsible. Loving. Tender.

But even he can forget about some things.

Maybe it should have been obvious, since you haven't been neutered. But to his defense, it's rather easy to forget that you, when stripped down, are just a mammal - blunt little teeth, yappy antics and bug-eyed, watery stares fool him so easily, make you sexless and too cute to have any needs of your own. And with his frequent appetites sated and you chewing through the leather of his newest chaise, you're just his mutt, feisty but spoiled. And really, who likes to think about their precious little darling dog being aroused? Not him, that's for sure. You're supposed to be something soft to spoil, something to lighten up his days.

Unfortunately, his pesky habit of kicking you whenever you drool just a little too much on his expensive pants (among other things) leads to the discovery of uncomfortable truths. One peculiarly placed hit, and something happens that he never expected - you yelp in pain, and then it climbs out of your throat, grotesque and breathy. A moan. And suddenly, something occurs to him. Makes him go down the lane of unsavory thoughts he never wanted to have when it comes to you.

He has neglected you. Greatly.

In all these years, he has been nothing but selfish - always enjoyed someone hanging off his arm, someone to warm his bed - while you had gone without, never had the possibility to get some relief. That's why you're getting winded over a simple kick to your crotch, poor, pathetic little thing. It's so wrong, so fucking depraved - he didn't train you to be so needy, to have to find pleasure in something so brutish. Yet here you are. Writhing in pain and something else as you try to shield your most sensitive parts from further intrusions.

He's suddenly going silent, brooding above you. Something needs to be done, he realizes.

The answer seems obvious - he should get you someone you can play around with, to let off steam, to indulge in the cruder parts of your nature. At first, the thought is appalling, but the more he ruminates and lets different scenarios play in his head, the more he sees that it has to be done. And it could be quite a bit of fun for him as well, if done correctly.

Arrangements are made almost too easily.

It's only fair that he gets you someone from that heap of trash you called your home. Maybe you even knew each other, before he found a place on his lap for you - it matters not, as long as the specimen is someone you would have fucked way back when he first took you. Doflamingo figures the man is up to your tastes, picks someone who looks healthy and strong. After all, he only wants the best for you - if he gets to pick his entertainment du jour, why shouldn't he at least get you someone appealing? (He also doesn't need any suspicious activity on Dressrosa, especially because he doesn't intend to have the man turned into a toy. He has his own visions for this - but that's not for little lap dogs like you to know.)

The male is taken, Doflamingo's room prepared and you - naive, stupid, and stunted that you are - follow him as you always do and walk right into his trap. It's nothing elaborate, really. But it does the job. Just the bound male, a flick of his wrist to restrain and oh-

He can play with the two of you like puppets. Of course, you're all confused. He rarely (if ever) uses his powers on you, so the sudden restraints feel like some sort of betrayal. Your big eyes question him, looking somehow even more pathetic underlined by your fat cheeks. He doesn't know if he should tut or laugh at you, that's how delicious your expression is - and it gets better and better as he tears your flimsy, carefully picked out pants apart. You are so utterly shocked, so taken by surprise it looks like you're short-circuiting. Only when the bigger man pounces on you - because Doflamingo is making him do so - you try to kick, bite, scratch, suddenly coming back to reality. But poor little fat pup, you're breathless and limp after a few minutes of struggle against his restraints and heave out your tears when your breath leaves you behind. Your fat ass up in the air, you can do very little with the way he's holding you in position.

You have to let it happen, even as the snot pools on the floor.

It's for your own good. And to his great amusement. He keeps you like this, makes the man mount you, fuck you, defile you - keeps intently watching the scene in front of him, the way you blubber and cry out. It's kind of cute, really - you're both crying. Like some grotesque version of two young lovers taking each other's virginity, you're both stuttering out apologies and clutching what is closest to you, even if that is your ass in his case.

It gets boring rather quickly, though. And rather tiring on the hands, too.

So he lets the male go - who gets cross-eyed faster than he can realize he's been freed because there is suddenly a pistol aimed directly at his forehead. If he was crying before, he's downright hysterical now. It doesn't leave you unfazed, either - Doflamingo's precious little mutt is suddenly deadly silent, too afraid to squeak out even a tiny moan. A precious sight to him. Especially when the man finally pumps his load into you, his orgasm flat and fast and unsatisfying, because it's ripped from him entirely due to the way his body functions, not because this is in any way enjoyable to him. Doflamingo smiles as the male huffs out a sigh, weighing himself in a moment of false security and-

He pulls the trigger.

You scream - but only a second later, only when the man goes limp above you, only when blood and brains splatter all over your back. You scream and scream and scream until you're hoarse, until your voice gets wet underneath the vomit that suddenly leaves you. Doflamingo would click his tongue at the sight if he wasn't so busy laughing at your predicament. Really, he had forgotten how fun it is to terrorize you a little, had forgotten how quaint it can be when your stupid face goes from empty stupidity to sheer and utter fear, the kind one can taste on their tongue. You can be so entertaining when pushed a little and he can't help but revel in the tiniest sliver of nostalgia as he looks at you, beaten down and traumatized like the day he took you.

Still, he's getting you neutered the next chance he gets.

#btw he is neither responsible nor loving nor tender. this is as always terrible horrible doffy vision™ #doflamingo x reader #one piece x reader #tw.noncon #tw.death #tw.pet play #/doflamingo #/one piece

[iwaasfairy]

ETCHED IN RED | RUST Part 2

tw. dubcon, yandere, kidnapping, mention of murder, power imbalance wordcount. 1.5k

read part 1 here or see the valentine's masterlist

millions knives x reader

Everything else has an almost imperceptible coat of dust— it’s in the air, in the way the sand and dirt creeps through the crevices and lingers. You push yourself up from the warm bed to peer through the spaces between the rickety shack. Your sister still sleeps tight, with her pillow wrapped tight under her arms— and the soft snoring of your parents in the other room also stays steady. One split second you choose against better judgment not to wake her. Have you ever seen a God?

The blanket clings to you while you stir, but slips off when you get onto your knees. A small sliver of light whips around in the distance, quiet, as a hum fills the air. It flickers distractingly through the narrow windows, breaking through the cracks in the door.

It looks almost biblical.

The light that shines above the town, as the earth rattles beneath. You softly tiptoe around the sleeping person as you rub the sleep out of your eyes, open the door to the cold midnight air. Something’s in the distance. Vague and big, it coils in the darkness as if looking for something, and a heaviness settles into your stomach. Have you ever met a God? 

Without a single thought, you set off towards the tower, trying to quiet your steps so as not to attract attention. It’s not a stretch to guess that whatever it is, it’s here for your plant. One you, and all the people nearby, need. The heavy rattling, the drilling noise gets louder and louder, until you’re sure that it’s right upon the town.

You slip through the door and sprint up three steps at a time until you reach the platform, taking a single deep breath as you take in the faint glow. The plant’s tired, you know this. She’s uncurled herself just barely, face hidden within her hands— sometimes you try to reach out to her. You place your hands on the tank, press your head against the glass. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” you promise, and as if hearing you, understanding you; the beautiful leaves slowly seem to bloom a little more.

A frightening mechanic screech fills the night, and whoever wasn’t awake before, surely startles as the entire town shakes. The building with it. You stumble to your knees and turn, just in time to watch the metal roof being ripped off and the bladed, robotic arms to slither in. The man lands with no sound, and blue eyes zero in on you— as you stand to place yourself between him and the plant. The whirring appendages sprouting from his back drip in blood, and it’s only then that you can hear the screaming and crying from outside.

“You can’t take her- she’s sick,” you say, wrapping your arms around it as if in a desperate embrace. Your bottom lip wobbles in the silence, one you fill with a plea. “She’ll die if you take her.” Barely half of his face is visible from underneath the hood, but he towers, and his mouth corners flatten when you shake your head. “Please don’t hurt her.” Crying continues, as your palms heat up. As light gets brighter and brighter in the cold room, and your eyes widen.

You turn to see that the plant’s opened up, and her hands are pressed back against the glass in response to yours— heat surging through your body as you gasp. Though your body stands between him and his prize, he too drops his shoulders, and the mean snarl that was on his face vanishes. It doesn’t last long, before she tuckers out— but it’s enough for you to stare back at him in shock, mouth falling open at the stunning display. Small orbs of light still rain down around you. “The plant—” You don’t get to finish, before one of the arms wraps around you and yanks you towards him; not disemboweling you in the process. The other arms pick up the plant and pull you all out of the building, through the mess of shacks he’s destroyed.

“Wait, please! I-” you try to fight against the blades, but it’s no use. You only cut your skin open further, being dragged through the street kicking and screaming. “Stop, my family! Let me go!” Your arm is caught within a hand, as your sister hangs on with all her weight and almost pulls your hand clean off, planting her feet. She’s crying, and her eyes are bloodshot and frightened. You’re hurting. “Aw, aw!” You say her name, try to cling onto her fingers as hard as you can. Until you go blue. But it’s no fair fight— and as soon as sweat makes you slip, you’re out of her reach.

As you watch her wipe blood splatters off of her cheeks, crying out for you.

He’s moving too fast. The image of your destroyed town doesn’t stay for long enough for you to print it into your mind.

+

The furniture is cold when you touch them, dragging yourself around the room with a monotone sigh. Aside from that blue haired freak who glares, or the Doctor, Knives doesn’t get a lot of company. They rushed off in some state earlier, where Nai had barked at you to stay where you were— but you don’t doubt they’ll be back soon. You’ve seen what the blond can do. You’ve seen what’s left behind when someone tries to steal his precious plants. The camp is cold and metallic and clean, and you’ve learned that he doesn’t feel these things the way you do.

Instead you’re stuck in this room, and wait for the alarm to stop blaring soon. You place yourself on the well-kept leather seat, and softly press a few keys of the organ— jumping when the door slams open too violently. You cling onto the instrument as you turn, only to stare in confusion. Your mouth cracks open, and you frown. “Where’s master Knives? Are you here for the plants?”

He’s got almost the same face, but it’s not him. Hair too long, eyes too gentle. He’s got mechanical parts where Nai doesn’t— as he stands in the door disarmed. “I’m here for-”

“Vash, step aside.” The deep voice fills the room, and the golden blond aims his gun now at Nai. You can’t help it, you hurry over to his side. Knives at least, has shown that he doesn’t have the intent to harm you. This stranger however, keeps glancing between the two of you with frightening precision. Nai’s quick to pull you behind him out of direct reach, and tangles his hand with yours as you stare. They must be twins, your mind supplies. He squeezes your smaller, softer hand in his, then glances over at you. “Are you hurt?”

“N-no, I’m fine.” When you manage to get over your shock at the intrusion, you want to pout. It’s not like you trust him. He stole you, locked you up- you have every right to be angry. But still. He’s kept you from the Doctor’s experiments. And if Legato or any of the other ones had their way, you probably wouldn’t be so cared for. Dolled up. How should you understand this? You cling to his arm, as you peek your face from behind him. “What’s happening?”

The deep voice sounds again, and then the extra appendages come out gleaming in the low light, careful not to nick you in the process. “Vash is just leaving, pretty. Don’t worry.” He brushes a quick hand over your head, before pushing you down to the floor behind the couch. “Stay there.” They’re both back down the hall quicker than you can blink, leaving you behind in the otherwise empty room with only your heart thumping in your chest.

+

Your legs get yanked further down the bed, as almost luminescent eyes stare down at you. You wish you could say you were asleep, but Legato turned out to be right. Even master Knives has urges— that are now being inflicted upon your body as he nestles between your legs again. “Nai, promise me- I want you to go check on my family. I want to make sure they’re safe.” He’s ignoring you, circling your nipples with playful fingers before he leans down to kiss you all over. “Knives~”

After he sucks another hickey into you, he gets nose to nose with you, before dipping to kiss you there too- and biting your bottom lip as he groans. “You’re so whiny.”

“You promised. If I stayed with you… you’d take care of them. My sister and my parents will worry.”

His handsome face is always so awfully blank. In sharp contrast with the brightness of his eyes, and all that you can convince yourself to see in them. It’s so much easier to sacrifice yourself, when you know that you’re doing the right thing. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and pout. “You took the plant… All I want is for them to be okay.”

“They’re taken care of,” he mumbles robotically, before raising a brow. “I promise. Wouldn’t lie to you.” The hands instantly start roaming again, as his thighs push yours open to create more room for his hips, and the way he’s pushing inside you ever so slowly. The low groan he lets out is rumbly, cockhead stretching you around him so that your back arches. The wetness between your legs is hot, and ever since the first time, he’s wanted to be inside you as much as possible. The slick sounds fill the room as he sits back and watches his cock slide into you, squeezing your hips tight.

You cling onto him when he bottoms out, and forces another kiss onto your mouth. Whispers your name as he pulls out, and fucks back into you with a grunt. You can’t help but be grateful that master Knives isn’t all that bad.

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#tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.death #knives million yandere #🍯honey.pot #trigun smut #dark content

[smallestapplin]

A hero’s journey

Note : this was written by @bellafragolina who asked me to post it here, so please direct all love to her!

Cw : angst, blood, major death. No spoilers.

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Link can see memories in your eyes. The tears that stream down your face each have a moment captured in their sparkling reflection.

He sees you, sat next to the fire with the old man, a guitar splayed across your lap. Your face was smooth and curious, and you understood his confused signing. You translated for him, and at the behest of the old man, followed him around as he discovered the plateau and worked through the shrines.

You marveled at the abilities of his Sheikah Slate always made him smile. The powers of the runes were magnificent, but Link didn’t feel the same wonder as you. Which is what made you so interesting to him. You weren’t from Hyrule, you had explained. His amnesia paired with your foreignness made you both a strange pair, but Link liked you. And you liked him, just him, even after discovering who he was from the old man.

Link sees your face scrunched in concentration. He’s pressed against you, teaching you to hunt. You weren’t the best with a bow or a sword, but Link was patient, and you were determined to learn. And you let him get close, let him discover how to touch someone again, how to pinch strangely rounded ears and grab hands. And you showed him how to be touched. Your fingers in his hair, legs pressed against his whenever you sat, your body near his for warmth through chilly nights.

You let him lie upon your chest. Link fell in love with your heart around the same time he fell in love with you. The weight of the world rested on his shoulders, but you lifted it with ease, letting him find peace and relaxation and true rest in your arms.

Link’s arms tremble, struggling to hold you upright. His hands are sweating, and shaking. They’re red, stained by you, staring at him with those eyes full of every moment you’ve ever had with him.

You’re only still standing thanks to the sword still glowing within your chest, perfectly piercing. Link can’t find it in himself to move, to look away from your face as the darkness, the Calamity flakes away like dried blood in the water he’ll desperately scrub his arms clean in.

Your eyes carry each night spent tangled together. Each battle is spent back to back, you shooting while he fights with sword and shield. They hold the unveiling of the Master Sword, how you held him after the sword nearly killed him.

Your pride, your kindness, your love, all of it pours from you, onto Link.

The moment everything is clear, the moment you are you again, Link pulls the sword back. It makes a horrible, wet noise as it slides out of your chest. You collapse to the ground like a rag doll. Link tosses the Master Sword aside without a care, racing to kneel at your side.

A pool of blood immediately forms beneath you. Link is digging bottle after bottle from his Sheikah Slate inventory. Fairies spill out into the air, their pink dust frosting over your scrunched face. You’re gasping for air, choking on the potions Link pours down your throat.

But the wound won’t heal.

Link cradles the back of your neck, another bottle at your lips. He doesn’t remember feeling so scared before, so helpless, hopeless.

“Sor-ry.” His raw throat grinds out, desperate for you to know that this isn’t what he wanted. He wanted his house in Hateno to be filled with your dumb jokes and laughter. He wanted roughhousing and kisses and love. You taught him about those things.

Kisses in the dark, comforting and new and scary and good. Hugs and bodies intertwined, no expectations but to stay and to hold. He wanted a wedding like Bolson’s, eventually. He wanted to confirm to you that yes, he loves you. He has all this time, and he wants to love you properly now.

So many plans, so many dreams.

And now you lay bleeding out on the ground because he couldn’t protect you.

Promises of ‘together’ fall away, slipping out of his grasp as you spit up blood and potion, red red red all over.

You must be suffering, his failures weighing heavier on you than anyone. You, who shouldn’t even be here, who was dragged here because of him. Link whimpers your name as you smile.

You smile, and Link loves you desperately.

But love is not enough this time. And even as Zelda places a hand on his back, body still warm from heavenly power, Link feels devoid. All is gone.

All he cared about, anyway.

#besties tag #loz x reader #botw x reader #link x reader #legend of zelda x reader #tw.death

[anya-anya002]

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ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ! ᴀʟᴇx ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔: age gap relationship, your best friend’s dad, discussions of being a mortician, discussions of death…

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𝟸𝟶:𝟺𝟻

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 *𝟸 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢*

The scent of ‘Pink’ perfume filled your nose as you entered Mara’s bedroom. Her constant spraying of the citrusy scent was headache-inducing, yet she clearly didn’t mind. Mara sat on the bench in her window with a brush and cranberry white claw in one hand. Her dirt-colored eyes were much like her father’s, they glittered in warm, soft, pink light much like how gold tells you it’s in soil.

Your eyes cast down to your beat up converse where your toes wiggled awkwardly. Mara hummed along to the bubbly, feel-good pop song that played.

“Y/N,” Mara said. A small crescent-shaped grin formed on her lips as she took a sip of her seltzer. You narrowed your eyes before taking a seat right next to her.

“What?” You asked but she just cheesed even wider, a ghoulish grin. Unfortunately, her skin gained a few more wrinkles which made you cringe. Mara then rested a hand on your lap before speaking,

“I heard Anderson would come,” she smiled as your eyebrow then raised. You scoff,

“Yea? And you’re happy about it for…” you said. You had no clue as to where this was going, but nonetheless, you entertained it.

“I’m happy because Emerson told me that Anderson likes you,” you felt all the blood in your body drain like slicing open a bottle and watching its contents crash onto the floor. You looked at Mara like she was from fucking Mars:

Anderson, meaning Anderson Durr, the guy who ate a fucking maggot senior year of high school.

“Oh really?” You asked. Your eyes nearly rolled out your skull; why the fuck did you entertain this shit? You sighed and crossed your arms and legs.

“I’m serious Y/N/N! He likes you.” Mara said, sitting her brush down in her lap and can only the sill.

“He ate a maggot Mar, and not in a cool way,” you said, apparently it was now her turn to give you a look.

“Oh, so there’s a cool way to eat maggots?”

“Duh, you lie and say you ate maggots in like a semi-acceptable place like a cemetery or something, not the trashcan of your buddy John’s house.”

She blinked, then looked at you; this time it was you who was the “martian.”

“Ew Y/N,” Mara grimaced before turning back to the glowing vanity mirror that sat across her on an ottoman. Picking up the flat iron instead and running through her long, chestnut hair that couldn’t be any straighter if she tried. The soft lavender sheets brush against your hands as you wait.

“That’s how I feel about Anderson,” you quipped, digging in your purse and pulling out your vape. Mara’s eyes rolled and before she could respond, the door opened. You hastily shove your nicotine back in your pocket upon getting a glimpse of Mr. Turner. He wasn’t too dressed up, ironically, you didn’t think he even owned a pair of shorts let alone shorts and a baggy tee.

“You girls ready to go?” He asked.

Your eyes were glued to his bicep, following this one vein that ran from the middle of his brachia to his wrist. You were speechless, your gaze full of amazement while Mara groaned loudly, throwing her head back dramatically as Alex shook his head.

“Daaaad, why couldn’t we have gotten dressed at Y/N’s house?” Mara whined, now powdering her face with foundation as her father rolled his eyes, shifting his gaze towards you.

“Because Mrs. Y/L/N said they wanted no one there until 10, anymore questions princess?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe and trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes. You turn to the window to see the sun beginning to make its slow descent while the two joked behind you.

“It still would’ve been more convenient,” she pointed out, to which you turned to shrug at her. Your eyes trying to return to Alex as you join in.

“So you wanna be setting up the party?” You asked again, rhetorically. You got an abrupt snigger out of Mr. Turner before Mara leaned back and groaned, sticking her bottom lip out as you giggle along.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑

𝟸𝟸:𝟷𝟶

𝚈/𝙽’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

Unsurprisingly, your parents did a damn good job for a pair of overworked lawyers, they out did themselves once again with games that had prizes like a mini Keurig or a really popular face cream that the neighborhood moms have been raving about for days. All while the chocolate fountain your mom must’ve dug up from the garage oozed with cheese fondue. You could smell the white wine she put in the sauce. At least they both seemed happy.

You leaned against the back of the house, completely enthralled with with a “tense game of cornhole” between your father and Mr.Turner as Mr. Durr, Mr. Camden, Ms. Erickson watched the two men become sore losers for 20 minutes.

Mara was busy playing wing lady…when you didn’t necessarily want or need one.

And by the looks of it, Mara was becoming more interested in him. She tugged on the straps of her bikini bottoms, leaning on the snowcone table while the blonde scratched the back of his head awkwardly. The maggot-eater’s eyes constantly tried to meet yours, yet you avoided him, turning your sights back to the riveting cornhole.

“You’re cheating’ Turner! There’s no overhand throws!”

“Christ Y/L/N, this isn’t beerpong,”

A laugh couldn’t help but come out of you as the two men turn to you, Mr. Turner’s gaze was more quizzical. You froze, clearing your throat, and then weakly waving. A tooth smile crept on your face as everyone chuckled and achingly reverted back to the game.

A grin began to grave Mr. Turner’s face as he tossed a bean bag into the ‘50’ point hole all while holding a bottle of ‘Blue Moon’ and hooting out hollering when it went all the way in. His smile big as he pumped a fist high into the air.

Never in your life had you seen someone, let alone Mr.Turner, this pumped for a literal block party game of cornhole.

To your father’s dismay, the two of them were tied. And for some reason, they both decided that to break said tie is to see who can throw the farthest. Your mother stood at the grill, scoffing and tutting at the two men bickering over who, what when, and where they’d even throw the bean bag.

Mrs. Parks-Turner shook her head as well while watching everything go down with Mr. Hannigan and Mrs. Jones. The three were throughly amused by the fools before them. The two men’s argument became a match of who should’ve won in the first place.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟼

𝚈/𝙽’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝟶𝟸:𝟹𝟻

The party had long since died down as you kicked your feet in the pool as you hum tired and slightly tipsy as your heels sloshed against the surface of the water. In the backyard, everyone and almost everything from the party was gone— save for your father, Mr. Turner, and the cornhole set up your mother had told him to put away three hours ago. But the two still tossed their bags. The soft thuds of the bean bags fill your ears, followed by a whispered curse from one of the men, usually your father.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as the thunks continued for 20 more minutes. The two of softly quarreling as you kick at the water more.

“You didn't make that,” your father pointed out, only for Mr. Turner to grumble in response. The ‘thwuaps’ against the wood followed as you watched a floating leaf glide atop your submerged feet.

“And you still have 50 points,” Alex teased before another, much louder ‘thonk’ filled the backyard.

After a few more minutes of them two tossing, sipping beers, and shit-talking, your father decided to call it a night.

“Fuck, you won this game, Turner,” your dad said, sucking his teeth at the score and sighing loudly.

“Y/N,” you turned your head to the two standing before the cornhole board. Your eyes crept to Mr.Turner, the beer had made his cheeks and nose all red. The swim trunks he wore were slightly damp, making the print in his shorts more noticeable.

"Sweetheart, make sure to show Mr. Turner out please," your dad finishes before strolling into the house through the house through the sliding glass door.

Your head then whipped to Mr. Turner who's now strolling towards you, still cradling his beer as he plopped down right next to you. The lukewarm pool water that hugged your ankles was quite pleasant as Alex looked at you with a soft grin.

"I heard you're talking up the same field as mine," he said. He was beaming with excitement as you nod in agreement.

"Yea, I wanna be like a coroner or like, the person that mainly works 'behind the scenes', y'know, you said, your fingers idly plucking at the blades of grass. Mortuary Science, it wasn't your first choice for a degree but it was Alex who made you run to it. You weren't too used to death, hell you've never even been to a funeral until last year.

He laughed his chest bobbing up and down as yours became icy. Your eyes shut tight before he breathed.

"That's truly a dream, Y/N," he said, the guards of his beer bottle fill your ears while you sigh.

"What we do is, we bring solace to those in mourning. Yea, we look at dead bodies and yea, it's pretty cool. But, we bring people back to life in a way-"

"You're Dr. West?"

He laughed loudly, the glass bottle still clutched tightly to his chest as a crooked smile appeared on your face. That laugh alone defrosted any cold you felt inside.

“No. Say, for example we get someone who was in a car accident, and their face has a large gash. Our job, is to give them their humanity— their personhood back. To reconstruct them back to what their family remembers them by,” he said, his gaze at the glimmering pool lights deepened as you gawked at him in utter adoration.

“Our job isn’t always ‘weirdos’ or ‘death obsessed freaks,’ it’s for the families of the deceased,” he finished. Your eyes big and glossy as your heart sped up.

“Yea? Is it a hard job?” You asked, your curiosity peaked as Alex took a swing of his beer.

“No job is truly easy, as much as I could and would love to write about the intricacies of human anatomy, there are days in which I can’t say is mature or natural,” he paused, his stare now blank as his eyes grew glossy as he gazes at the starry night sky. His legs slowly kick within the water as you breathe.

“It’s not a big city or anything so, yea, you see people you know every now and then and you try and put your feelings aside and do anything for them, but then you have to stop or you’ll become a perfectionist,” he said, his eyes reddened as he took one more swig of his drink.

“So, what— how do you— what do you do during that time?” You asked him, utterly dumbfounded by his words as he takes a breath.

“I can’t not embalm them, their family needs to view them before they fully go,” Alex said, looking at the big, golden moon as you could continued idly kick at the still water.

“Is it, is it possible to be a mortician if you’ve never experienced grief?” You asked shyly. You felt your heart crackle as he set the bottle of beer down.

“Of course you can, it’s not about death itself, it’s about empathy,” Alex said, his voice soft as you nod slowly.

“Y/N?”

“Yea?”

“Do want to know who I had to embalm on my 27th birthday?”

You looked at him, both your giggles had stopped and Alex’s glossy eyes were becoming pink.

“Who?” You asked, the silence was thick, tense, and palpable as he shook his head mournfully. A small, silly smile cracked on his face as if he heard a joke. However, there’s no joke to be told.

“My favorite uncle, he died of sepsis,” he whispered. Your eyes widened as he covered his eyes with his palm. His breathing now heavy as you gawked at him in disbelief.

“He was an old man, lived a good life, but…seeing him, all bloated and stinkin’, it did something to me. He was partially decomposed from the summer and being in his apartment for two weeks.” Your eyes were bigger than the pool lights as he continued. His voice laden with sorrow as you press your lips together tightly.

“But, his face—I can’t ever forget how…pained his face was. And to imagine that—that was his last moments on this earth; pain.” He said, looking at the crisp, blue water as a tear trickled down his cheek.

“And, I embalmed him, did his hair real nice and put on his favourite mustard crushed velvet suit, but I just…couldn’t, I couldn’t bring myself to touch him up or even set his features,” he said. Somehow, his voice stayed still while he lamented.

“Vivienne had to finish the rest— I couldn’t take it anymore I had to hide in the bathroom,” Alex whimpered towards the end, his tears damn near tricked down his chin. His breathing ragged, you’d never seen anyone cry like this. Your heart wrenched as he attempted to shield himself from your sight.

Trembling, you scoot closer, your eyes locke on the reddened tip of his nose that had a fat tear hanging of it. Your fingers twitched as Alex tried to calm himself, your mind screamed to do something. But, how does one comfort anyone on something they’ve never experienced?

You decided to wrap your arms around him.Pullling him in by the shoulders and breathing just as raggedly as him, like the embrace stole your breath.

“You made him look the best before his send-off,” you whispered, caressing his shoulder blades as he continued to weep. His face buried deep in your chest as muffled sniffles filled your ear.

“Yeah, I did,” he croaked. You smiled at him as your fingers idly brushed against his back more.

“And knowing you, you probably picked the best floral arrangement for him,” you whispered, your eyes big in confusion while you continued your shot at comforting Mr. Turner. His sobs finally died down.

“Yea, his girlfriend told me everything I needed to know for the memorial,” he said, his eyes red andand stinging from all the crying as you pluck a napkin from your paper plate and dabbed away at the remain tears.

“I'd say that's all that matters,” you coo. Mr. Turner pulled away to look at you. His eyes were still glossy and bright red as he gazed into yours. The look you gave him was one of pity, face soft as the soft splashes of the pool and shrill chirps of crickets fill the quiet yard.

“I mean,” you stammer. Ripping your eyes from his while your stomach twists in knots.

“If I were to die…it’d be nice to know that my remains is truly in good hands,” you praised, then cringing internally at the statement while awkwardly rubbing the backs of his shoulders as he cracked a grin.

“Dare I say it, it seems quite intimate,” you said. To which Alex’s head shot up, his big brown eyes looked into yours as the knots in your stomach twisted tighter.

“Intimate you say?” you nodded, your face scorched at the way your hands were firmly wrapped around his shoulders as you stared deep into his eyes again.

The crickets, splashes, and gusts of a rare breeze fill the yard once more before you spoke,

“To know that I'm putting my image or memory in the hands of someone who knows me, it means a lot,” you said. Alex blinked, his arms still snaked around your lower waist as you shuddered.

“It is isn't it?” he said, his eyes softened as both of you grew lost in each other.

“Yea,” you breathed, watching him look down at your lips for a moment before returning back to your eyes.

“So,” he coughed, trying to ease your apparent tension. You turn back to the sliding glass door only to see the lights were then off.

“So, being a mortician is…not always just organs and cool tools?” you said. Not necessarily asking him, yet Alex nodded in agreement.

“Yea, its not very glamorous honestly,” he joked, his arms still around your waist like their only job was to hold you.

“But, I think you'd make a wonderful addition to the Parks’ home? If that's what you want,” he finished, his voice hushed.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and perplexing at him.

“I mean…maybe you become, my student— of sorts,”

As soon as he finished his words, you felt like doing backflips or exploding into batches of sugar. You gasped in surprise as Mr. Turner leaned in close. Your heart boomed in your chest while he came closer. Cool breath brushed against your face and lips as he pulled your hips in close.

“You'd really do all that for me?” your voice airy as your grip on his shoulders tighten in anticipation. Your face burned as the yellow moonlight glittered against the bright, blue pool water,

“Of course, I would,” he finished. A grin formed on your face as your lips inch ever so close. His plush pink lips ghosted over your lip gloss-covered ones as you sighed. And then, during the quiet excitement that buzzed between you, he kissed you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you lapped up the taste of beer on his tongue. Your hands crept up his spine as you melted within his arms, shuddering beneath him while he reached a hand towards your cheek.

Both your lips moved in sync as your bodies pressed together tightly. The air was dense as you tangled your legs with his.

You both were completely entangled in the little world you created for each other. His hair brushed against the side of your cheeks while his thumbs stroked your cheek.

Everything was…fine, even great dare you say.

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[chrisdrysdale]

Helpless..

+18 MINORS DO NO INTERACT

dark!mean! steve rogers x innocent!fem!reader

Summary: Steve.. wholesome, pretty, kind. You thought

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EAT, dub-con, non- con with certain kinks, stalking, crying kink, kidnapping, drugging, knife kink, aggressive sex, murder, death, a lot of blood, harm to reader.

Reblogs are very appreciated

word count: 5.2k

dividers by: @orbitia

You really don't know how you got here, it was definitely your fault you put so much trust in him. You gave him your life.

You met Steve completely on a whim. It was your first college party, which you didn’t really want to be there but your best friend / dorm-mate, Georgia, who practically dragged you there. You were miserable at the start but one screwdriver from her and you were ready to party.

You had already spotted Steve from across the room, he looked... out of place. He had a bigger build, and a heavy beard, he looked much older than everyone else. He had is eyes on you the entire night, watching you constantly, your every step and move, every person who danced with you... who touched you. Steve watched as you walked back over to the bar and ordered another drink, carefully watching as the bartender dropped another 2 pills into the drink and giving Steve the nod. Time to save you.

Steve had already contacted the bartender, give you two drugged drinks, then make a third for Steve to save you from. Trust building. Steve walked through the crowds, reaching you just as the bartender hands you the drink, Steve slaps it quickly. ''Don't drink that'' he says to you, loud enough so you can hear him over the music. You look at him with shock. ''What the fuck grandpa! I wanted that'' Steve took you by the elbow and dragged you away. You squirmed at hit him ''What are you doing!! Let me go!'' He brought you to the corner of the room before letting go of you. ''What the hell was that?!'' you shouted at him. ''He drugged you and the two guys standing beside you noticed. They were ready to take you, and I think he might have drugged your first drink'' You were a little in shock by his words, your eyes hazing open and shut. ''Really?'' you asked him, now only realising your words are a little slurred. He nodded. ''I can help you if you like?'' he spoke softly to you with a gentle smile. You held back onto his muscly forearm and nodded with a slight whimper. ''Please?'' He nodded and took your arm again, looking back at the two men standing behind Georgia. Georgia spotted you leaving, and moved forward a little ''Hey where are you g- Hey! get your hands off me!!'' She shouted as the two men who were with Steve, grabbed her and began dragging her back, unfortunately you were too drugged and hypnotised by Steve notice.. or even hear her screams. He shuffled you out into the the hallway, the music now muffled and all you can hear is your panting and you heart pounding out of your chest. You shakily looked at Steve. ''W-where are we going?'' he took your hand again. ''Somewhere safe', I promise''

He begins walking with you again before you reach his car. 42 minutes. That's how long the drugs take to kick in, and Steve's been timing you to line up with is plan. You should drop any second now. Then he felt it. Your hand lost pressure around him, soon you were behind him instead of beside him, your feet dragging. ''Si-ir.. I don- do- fe-'' and then you hit the ground, your body falling limp.

Perfect

He leaned down and threw you up over his shoulder and began walking towards his car. He arrived there and dropped you into the back of the car before getting in the front and driving off. Steve kept an eye on you the whole time, he spent the last 3 months watching you. He wasn't going to fuck it up now. Steve began stalking you when you first started college. An old friend of his who's a professor called him up to tell Steve all the about the girls in his class. Steve decided to take a look for himself, when he got there he was a bit underwhelmed, until he spotted you. You were gorgeous, so young and pure. You shirt tightly around your breasts, and your pretty navy slacks, hugging your hips nicely. You had to be his.

Steve then pulled the ''I'm her dad''' trick to get your dorm room number and location. Then it was just a waiting game. Camera and microphones set up in your side of the dorm. He heard about the party last week and instantly got his men involved, bartender, party-goers and security. This was his only chance to make you his. Steve pulls into his driveway and carries you inside, bringing you into the pale white and simple spare room. He took a wipe and began cleaning your face and hands from the sticky alcohol as you stayed still on the bed. He finished wiping you and gently brought his hand to your chest, touching your breast lightly, running his fingers over where your nipple would be, he groaned as he saw your nipple, perk up through your top.

Your face contorted as the drugs began to wear, Steve stepped back and placed himself into a chair. Your eyes open and you slowly began to sit up. “W-what happened?”

Steve got up and moved the chair to your side. “You were drugged, and you wanted to be safe, so I brought you to mine” You sat up fully and rubbed your eyes, whining as your stomach cramped and twisted. You looked up at the man, tall, blond, piercing blue eyes, muscular. He was.. perfect

He rested his hand on yours. “What’s your name little one?” You told him your name and he smiled. “That’s a pretty name, I’m Steve” he smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve”

You slowly got up and huffed. ''Thank you for helping me.. would you be able to drop me home?'' ''No'' Steve said straight out, causing you to look at him with confusion. ''I'm sorry?'' ''Your friend Georgia.. she didn't come home last night, you shouldn't go back in case something happened'' When the words registered in your still-slightly-drugged head you burst out sobbing. ''oh no, sweetheart'' Steve awed, sitting up beside you, opening his arms for a hug which you gratefully accepted, hiding away in his chest as Steve gently stroked your hair. ''She's gonna be okay.. all okay, I'd say she just went home with one of those silly college boys.''

You sniffled and sat up to look at him. ''You really think so?'' he nods. ''I do'' You sat back up and away from him. ''Okay thank you... C-can I stay here until she's found?'' Steve smiled. Perfect

''Of course you can, I have a basement room, it much better.'' you nodded, slightly confused on why you can't stay in the room you're in right now. You nodded and looked back at him. ''Do you have spare clothes I could use?'' ''I do, love, but first lets get some food into you'' He helped you up and led you downstairs to his pearly white kitchen, sitting up on the black leather stool, you looked around in awe as Steve slid the plate across the counter top. ''Here, love. Spicy breaded chicken with pepper jack cheese and jalapeños on white wrap''

Your... favourite?

''W-wow Steve... that's my favourite.. th-thank you'' Steve looked at you happily. ''No way! that's my favourite too.'' You chuckled softly and dug into the food, moaning at the taste. Keep it together, Steve

''Mhmm Steve! this is so good! The best one I ever had!'' You smiled at him before eating again. Steve began washing the dishes and you finished your food and brought he dish to him ''Thank you Steve'' you spoke before going back and sitting on the stool.

Once Steve finished up the dishes he left and came back with one of his t-shirts and a small pair of shorts. ''Here these should fit you'' ''Thank you'' you walked the bathroom and got changed, you came out tugging at the shorts, that ended up being a little too big for you. ''They okay?'' he asked.

''Yes, they are. Thank you''

''c'mon lets show you to the basement''

He put his hand on your back and began walking you to the door, you began walking down with him. Steve pulled the string to turn on the lights, the crackly noise of the lights, running through the room and the sound of water dripping down the walls.

He let you wander into the middle of the basement, your socks soaking with whatever liquid was on the floor. ''Steve are you sure this is th- Steve?'' When you turned around Steve was gone, already walking up the stairs. ''Steve wait!'' you began following him up the stairs as you nervously chuckled. ''I think this might the be the wrong basement'' Steve gave you an evil laugh before open the door. ''Oh no sweetheart it's the right one. I'll be down in the morning''

You began to tear up. ''N-no no you can't leave me here, I can't sleep here!'' Steve turned back and harshly grabbed your forearm and began dragging you downstairs and throwing you on the floor. ''Stop being fucking ungrateful and accept that I'm helping you. Goodnight''

Tears began to stroll down your cheek as you moved you knee closer to your chest. ''Please Steve.. don't leave me down here'' you sobbed out as Steve smirked at you. ''I will you see in the morning'' he said flat and clear to you, like you were stupid, before turning and walking up the stairs and locking you inside. You felt like your chest was closing on it's self. You couldn't breathe. Once you heard the door locked you jumps and ran up the stairs. ''PLEASE NO!!'' you banged hard on the door and screamed at the top of you lungs as you sobbed hard. Steve was fed up at this point, he stormed to the door and gave it one hard bang. ''HEY! shut the fuck up''. A small sorry was whimpered from your mouth as you slowly went back down the stairs and laid on the floor, gently sobbing yourself to sleep.

Steve woke early and made your favourite breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and marshmallows. He slammed your door open and walked downstairs, gently kicking you with his foot to wake you up, as your eyes fluttered open, he knelt in front of you. ''Good morning, breakfast?'' You look up at him and reply ''Y-yeah.. please''. Steve helped you up and brought you to the kitchen counter. Twiddling your thumbs as you sat quietly, you looked down at your arms, noticing the bruises forming from where he grabbed you in the basement. He slid the plate over to you and instantly begin eating. Once you finished you looked up at him. ''Did they find her?'' ''Im sorry?'' he looked at you dumfounded. ''Georgia.. did they find Georgia?'' Steve sighed and looked at you. ''Not yet but they have hope.'' you nodded again ''but can I go home?''

''No, but i'll make today good for you'' you nodded, not responding verbally. He sat on the couch and patted the seat beside him for you. You slowly walked over, still pulling the shirt down over your legs. Once you sat down, Steve smiled at you. ''Tell me sweetheart, you have a boyfriend?'' You blushed and shook your head. ''No, Sir- Steve I don't... never have had one'' Steve smiled at you. ''You ever get asked out?'' you shook your head again. Steve couldn't believe how innocent you were. ''I find that very hard to believe, you're very beautiful. I'm sure all the boy wanted you'' you giggled nervously and played with with the shirt again. ''Are you a virgin, sweetheart?'' you gasped loudly, shocked that Steve would ask such a personal and intimate question. ''I - eh yes'' Steve smirked. Perfect

He patted his lap gently. ''C'mere sweetheart'' you slowly sat on his lap, your body staying very tense. He began to stroke your back gently. ''Relax sweetheart.. I just want to help you'' ''H-help me? with what?'' ''Your virginity'' You completely tensed in his arms, why does he want to help you with that. Mom always said to wait for the right person... or even wait till your married, not just some random guy who you met last night. ''I - don't.. I don't think that's a good idea S-Steve''

''I know Georgia wasn't a virgin, don't you want to be like her?'' how did he know that?

''I - em.. I guess.. she did she had a good time... a really good time'' Steve smirked. ''Well why don't we have a really good time too?'' You thought about it for a minute. I mean he did save you the last night and gave you a place to sleep. ''Okay.. Let's do it'' Steve began stroking your bare thigh. “You trust me princess?” You nodded and he slapped your thigh making you scream. “You have to speak”

“I do.. i do trust you” Steve turned you slightly so your back was against his chest and he tapped your knee gently so you would spread your legs, has he began to gently stroke the inside of your leg. You shuddered, so sensitive it was crazy. ''Sweetheart? Can I take your clothes off?'' ''Yes..''. You leaned forward a little bit and slowly pulled your top off, and instantly, your nipples hardened. From the cold air or Steve? You really don't know. Steve spotted your nipple, and instantly his cock got hard, groaning as your ass pressed against it. ''So pretty honey'' He awed at you, gently bringing his hand up your tummy and to your left nipple, gently running his thumb over it make you whimper. ''You're so sensitive'' you pant softly ''Sorry Steve''

''Don't apologise.. makes you better'' Steve gently traced his hand down your tummy, slipping into the shorts he gave you. You gasped loudly as he passed your panties. ''S-steve.. I don think I'm ready'' you mumbled, turning your head to look at him. He scoffed and grabbed your chin, making you look forward. ''Shut up.. you're ready'' you whimpered at his words, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

Steve hand moved further, his finger tips grazing over you clit, making you moan loudly. One of your tears landed on his hand and he looked up at you. ''Look at the little cry baby... so desprate for cock that she's crying over it'' You cried harder at his words, not knowing that's what he wants. Steve cock grew harder with your cries, so suddenly he flipped you onto your back on the couch and knelt in between your legs. ''You want cock, I'll give it to you, greedy little bitch'' You pushed away slowly, crying more but Steve pulled you back and held one of your thighs down with his knee. Steve quickly unbuckled his trousers and shimmed them down along with his boxers, allowing his throbbing cock to come out. You looked down and gasped when you saw the sure size of him. More and more fear ran through your body as he got closer to gently leaning over you. You might have been a virgin, but you knew well enough that you needed more prep if you were gonna take him fully.

''S-Steve! No! please don't you're too big!!'' You cried harder and squirmed, Steve now getting frustrated by all your movements. You sat up a little bit but he slammed your shoulder back down. ''You wanted this honey.. hurts my feelings that your trying to push me away'' ''I said I'm not ready!! Please Steve d- OH MY GOD OWW'' Steve got fed up and slammed into you, bottoming out instantly. Giving you no time to adjust, Steve began dragging his cock almost all the way out and all the way back in again at a fast pace. ''You like that baby? taking my cock like a good little slut?'' You cried harder and harder with each thrust, the pain of Steve stretching you out was too much for you to deal with. You watch as Steve moved his hand to your breast and slapped the left one hard, making you scream. ''Steve please'' you begged him, trying to push his arms away. ''Please what princess?'' he then began to pretend to listen to you. ''Fuck you harder? As you wish'' He slammed back into you moving impossibly fast, then you clenched around him, making Steve gasp. ''Fuck princess, you gonna have your first orgasm?'' you clenched again. ''Yeah you are, c'mon let me see it, give it to me, slut'' You cried and moaned, as your first real orgasm washed over you, the sensation being new, and painful at the same time. Steve moaned loud before leaning over your and trapping you in his arms, as he went deeper and deeper inside you.

''Fuck that was so hot baby, gonna let me fill you up?'' Your eyes went wide when you registered what he said. He couldn't release in side you! You weren't on birth control! ''No No Steve you can't! I'll get pregnant'' Steve chuckled softly, he wanted that, he needed that. ''Yeah baby.. gonna fill you up'' Steve's movements got quicker, now imagining you dripping his cum, mixed with your blood. Steve panted heavily before tugging at your hair. ''Shit coming!!'' he yelled before groaning loudly and spilling inside you making you scream ''NO!!'' but it was too late. Steve quickly pulled out of you, sitting back to admire the view, just as he imagined it. You, dripping with his cum, mixed with your blood. He panted before kissing your leg. ''Good job, princess''. You trembled on the couch, your mind not understand what was going to happen next, but what did was.. unexpected.

Steve leaned down and brought you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. You were so confused, you whimpered softly, your body still trembling and Steve just placed a light kiss on your forehead. ''Sh sh sh baby, It's okay. I have you''. Your body surprisingly relaxed and slowly fell to sleep. You might have been confused but Steve knew exactly what he was doing. You woke up later that day, down in the cold and wet basement again, but their was a note. A little letter from Steve that wrote ''Gone to work, back at 10'' You sighed at the note, not even knowing what time it was. You moved slightly, the pain from between your legs shooting through your whole body. Then all the memories came flooding back....

For the next few days, you began to look at Steve... differently. You began doing what he says more acceptingly, being nicer to him, being a ''good princess'' for him like he called you. He began letting you sleep upstairs with him, he even gave you a little blue bunny you called flopsy. You were really beginning to like Steve, you even began calling him Stevie.

There still hasn't been any news on Georgia, Steve would get kind of mean every time you brought her up, but even if she was found. You weren't sure if you want to go back to your home. You were happy here. You woke up this morning and Steve was still asleep, you looked over at him and giggled, gently slipping into his arms and snuggling against his chest, flopsy pressed to your chest. Steve felt you against him and woke up softly. ''Good morning princess'' you looked back up at him and kisses his chin. ''Good morning Stevie'' he loved when you called him that. Steve gently ran his hand up and down your naked back as you smiled at him, making his cock stir against your leg.

Steve smirked down at you. ''Wanna try something new today baby?'' you nodded eagerly. You loved it when Steve taught you stuff. ''Why don't you try sucking my cock today'' You nodded nervously, it was the one thing you and Steve still haven't done.

Once you nodded, Steve pulled back the crisp white sheets and rolled onto his back, his hard cock resting against his abs, as pre-cum dribbled out. ''Go on princess, you're a big girl, you can do it yourself'' You slowly brought yourself down in between his legs and lowered yourself to your stomach, face to face with is cock. You sat up a little bit and wrapped your hand around the base and brought the tip to your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

''That's it princess good job'' Steve moaned out softly. You moved down a little bit, taking more of his cock into your mouth before bobbing your head up and down. Steve groaned as you kept going, but noticed after a while that you weren't going any further, but Steve wanted you to, so he sat up a little bit and placed his hands on the back of your head and pushed you down, making you scream around his cock, the vibrations making Steve moan. ''That's it princess, keep going further and I'll cum'' You tried your best to go down further but you just couldn't. He was too big for your little mouth. Steve got annoyed, so quickly he threw his hands onto the back of your head and pushed you down, ignore your screams as he bucked into your face, fucking your throat for a while before coming down it with a loud moan. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off, watching as you panted as the cum dripped out of your mouth. ''Good job princess.. clean yourself up, I'll go make breakfast'' you waited until he left before you got up to clean yourself, gently wiping the little slits of blood that had formed at the corners of your mouth before going downstairs with one of Steve's work shirts on and flopsy against your chest. You sat at the stool, and looked over at him. ''What are you making, Stevie?''

''Just some scrambled eggs and toast'' you nodded, fiddling with flopsys ears. ''sounds yummy''

Steve turned to you with two plates. ''I hope so, dig in baby''. He sat in front of you and both of you ate in a comfortable silence. He wiped his mouth as he finished before speaking. ''Tonight..'' he started with making you look up at him, your mouth still full with eggs. ''Ari, an old friend of mine will be coming over for dinner, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. He will be coming home with me so I will need to have cooked a meal and I've left a dress for you to where upstairs, is that understood?''

''Yes Stevie'' he stood back up and went to your side, stroking the side of your face. ''and if you're good, I'll treat you tonight''. You blushed and picked up the plate, bringing them over to the sink as Steve went and got changed for work. He kissed you goodbye before leaving, and showed you were all the food was for a roast chicken dinner to be made for tonight.

As the evening rolled around, the dinner was on and you were finishing your hair as the doorbell rang, letting you they were here. You rushed downstairs and swung the door open, smiling but then your stomach dropped when you saw your old professor Mr. Levinson standing at the door. ''H-hi gentlemen'' you smiled holding out your hand to him, introducing yourself. ''Hi there, It's lovely to meet you, Steve has told me lots about you'' Steve smiled and kissed your cheek. ''smells wonderful darling''

You led the two men inside, and got them two beers and you finished touching up dinner. The timer went off and you took the chicken out of the over and brought it to the dinner table. ''Wow princess, it looks lovely''. Steve praised you as he picked up the knife to cut it. You rushed back to the kitchen to bring out the sides, placing them around the chicken. Both the men began to serve themselves and once Steve had his portions he served up yours. The two men began to talk about life and work, as you sat in silence, slowly eating your food. Like a good princess.

Ari then turned to you ''So tell me, lovely. How did you and Steve meet?'' you blushed heavily and looked at Steve before looking at Ari again. ''At a party, he saved me from a drugged drink'' Ari smirked softly, knowing exactly how that drink got you. ''He's a really hero'' When you all finished eating, you picked up all three of the plates and brought them to the sink. You didn't hear him but Steve pressed up behind you and whispered in your ear. ''Say your feeling tired and go up to bed, I want you stripped and awake when I get up there... you'll get your present then''. you nodded and went back to the table. ''I think I'm going to head to bed guys, I'm awfully tired'' You faked yawned and looked at Steve. ''That's alright princess'' You walked over to Steve and kissed his cheek and saying goodnight before heading to the stairs. ''Princess?'' Steve called you back ''Aren't you going to say goodnight to Ari?''. You nodded shyly and walked back over, kissing Ari's cheek ''Good night Ari'' ''Good night, lovely''. Ari replied to you, and Steve nodded at you giving the go ahead to go up now. You walked up stairs and took your dress off, laying perfectly and pure on the bed. After about 2 hours of waiting you heard Steve walking upstairs. You sat up on your elbows and smiled as the door opened, but jumped back when you Ari still with him. You began to cover yourself with the sheets but Steve shouted at you to stop. He then knelt in front of you. ''It's okay princess, Ari is just going to watch me give you, your present and then he will go home, okay?'' you whimpered and looked at Ari, leaning against the door, biting his lip. You whimpered more and Steve pinched your bare thigh. ''You only get your present if he can stay here, you don't get it if he leaves.... Okay?'' You nodded and Ari took his place in the chair, unzipping his pants as Steve pushed you back on the bed. He spread you thighs and brought them onto his shoulders, before licking a strip up your pussy. You moaned loudly at the new sensation. ''Oh my god Stevie!'' you moaned loudly, before hearing Ari moan from the corner. You look over at him to see him looking you dead in the eyes and he gently stroked his cock. Steve then slapped the inside of your thigh. ''Eyes on me, like a good princess'' Steve made you cum twice, making Ari cum all over his stomach with a deep groan. You panted heavily, your sweaty back stuck to the covers of the bed. Steve wiped his face as Ari cleaned himself up and walked to the door. Steve showed him out as you crawled into the bed, forcing yourself to stay awake until he came back. Steve rushed back up and stripped off, getting beside you and holding you close. ''Rest princess.. I'm here now''

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed but the smell of fried bacon coming up the stairs. You creeped down slowly and sat at stool. ''Hi Stevie'' Steve quickly turned around to you and smiled. ''Hey princess, good timing, breakfast is just done!'' he handed you the plate and you began eating.

Half way through eating you looked up at Steve. ''Hey Stevie..'' you waited for him to look at you before speaking again, which he did. ''You think I can go for a walk today?'' Steve thought for a moment before speaking. ''Yeah I think we can go for a walk when I get home from work'' Steve finished eating and stood up as you frowned. ''No, I-I-I meant can I go for a walk while you're at work?'' Steve laughed and shook his head. ''No princess you can't'' you looked at him offended before standing up ''But why not?'' ''Because I said so, It's not safe, now shut up and be good''. Anger ran through your veins, but then.. a plan was formed. You sat down and acted like the good princess he knows. He kissed your cheek before walking out the door, but the second the door closed, you made a run for it. You rushed upstairs and got your clothes, making sure they were right for the temperature, before heading out the door. You made it about two feet until you felt Steve's hand wrap around your arm and drag you back to the house. You kicked and screamed as he dragged you in the door and to the basement. ''NO NO!! STEVE PLEASE NO!! I'LL BE GOOD!!'' he through you on the floor and turned on the lights. ''Well I can't believe that, stupid little slut couldn't even be good for 12 hours'' You began to cry hard, now realising this is your life. ''You can- can't keep me here forever.. people will look for me.. li-li-like Georgia'' Steve scoffed and laughed ''Oh please, I had her throat slit the night of the party, she was a threat'' You gasped a cried harder, everything now falling apart, you looked up at him with anger. ''My parents.. yeah my parents they'll look for me'' Steve shrugged ''dead'' You didn't know any other emotion but anger right now.. and that's when you pounced. You jumped towards his legs and hit his knee cap making him stumble before digging your nails his calf, making him scream. You were too focused on harming him, you didn't notice take out the small pocket knife from his jeans. He flipped it up quickly and slashed down your back making you scream in pain. ''WHAT THE FUCK!?"~ Steve kicked you onto your back and you screamed in pain as your open wound hit the hard concrete. He slashed both arms and you cried. ''Be fucking quiet!'' You kicked and screamed more as he began to tug at your jeans before slicing just as your stomach to pull your jeans off. Tears streamed down your face as he took his cock out and plummeted into you with a loud groan. You cried as you looked on the floor and splatters and pools of blood. Steve rocked his hips hard and fast and each time you screamed from the pain he'd make another slice on your body, either on your stomach or your thighs. You sobbed softly as you watched Steve's face contort, knowing he was getting close ''P-please Stevie? Stop it all..'' He moaned and brought the knife close to your neck and you gasped, wide eyed. ''Shh shh shh princess, it's okay, it will all be over soon'' Steve pressed the knife into your skin, and gently cut your throat, blood spewing everywhere as your mouth filled up with blood, choking as you tugged at Steve's arm. ''It's all gonna be okay'' Steve kept thrusting into you and he came and pulled out as your eyes closed and your body fell limp. Steve sighed and stood back up pulling out his phone and calling someone. ''Hey Kemp, yeah I got another for you, don't worry, she's already dead and a little pre-sliced'' ''You're doing the lord's work, Rogers. One of my guys will be over soon. Thank you'''

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 26- Role play with Steve Kemp

953 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

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A/N: Guys, i'm back with a dark fic, like...this movie makes me go out of my comfort zone in my writings, but it's really funny to explore it. On bad days like today, it's almost...the biggest escape from reality. I won't ever do what i'm writing but yeah... gosh... this is dark

Enjoy

Cloudy

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TW: DARK FIC due to the movie. Do not read if it's make you uncomfortable because in this we have: hint of cannibalism, blood play (just a little), scalpel that cut skin and other stuff of the body. Mentions of member being chop off, mention of people being kidnap and held captive.

SMUT: dom!reader, oral (reader receiving), p in v (wrap before you tap it), a hint of breeding kink, role play (scientist and surgeon) dark role play due to the movie.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Don't read it if you're not comfortable. read at your own risk.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

You put on your old lab coat and put your hair back. You smile at your reflection.

There’s a knock on the door. “You’re ready Doc?”, asks the surgeon.

“I am, just a minute”, you replace your lingerie set, so the surgeon can perk some of it. You go out and the smile he has on his face make you shiver.

“You look delicious”, he says in a sultry voice. He offers his arm, and you take, letting him lead the way to the block. “So we have a big operation on our hand”, you nod and looks around. The leg and arm are still good so you know you can work on it.

You smile, when the surgeon holds you against him, making you feel his arousal. “I dreamed of it all week.”, he murmurs, you push your ass against his hard on and he growls.

“Let’s get to work, Doctor Kemp.” He turns you and kisses you hard.

“Yes, my dear scientist”. You kiss him back and he opens your lab coat, revealing your dark red lingerie set, he takes a scalpel and cut the bra, making you gasp. He cut you slightly and licks the blood, humming in pleasure.

“You do taste as delicious as you look”, you smirk and take the scalpel from him, cutting his bicep slightly licking there.

“So do you baby.” You take a step back and goes to the two body parts and looks at the flesh, cutting some and putting in the little tube, you want to try micro food, to make droplet of their flesh so its look like fish eggs.

Steve can’t focus, he wants to fuck you raw and hard. You have your lab coat open, breast out and you smell so good. He grabs your waist and rubs against you. “Baby, please”, he whimpers. You chuckle darkly and pats the little cushion under your desk.

“You know what to do if you want to have a taste, surgeon. I have work, you can put your dick later in my pussy”. He gets on his knees, taking his shirt off, he knows better to not let you have a glimpse of his chest. He rubs his face on your inner thighs, breathing you in.

You stay focus, cutting and preparing your experience, hopping this time it will work, you were so close last time.

Steve kisses your covered mound and you sigh from pleasure. “Good boy.” You tell him, making him proud and confident by going further.  “Mmh, Steve. I need my favourite surgeon, go cut some of that leg muscle for me please?”. He does as you command, his hard on leaving him with a big tent under his surgeon pants, making your smile. He cuts some of the muscle and brings it to you, before taking his place back, flushing his face on your covered pussy, kissing and licking it.

And it goes on like this for hours, at least that how Steve feels it. He’s hard, you’re focus. You did stroke him a little for relief, but it didn’t help him. He’s a whimpering mess at your feet and you get wetter at the sight. “Go on, put my panties on the side and eat me out baby, I’m almost done. “He’s quick to do just that, sucking on your clit moaning louder than you. You hold his hair with your glove, and you push him more against you, making him suffocate on your mound. You pass your legs on his shoulder, making him prisoner of your sex and he moans, loving the lost of air in his lungs.

There’s a scream, not from you or for Steve, he’s more red and ready to pass out, but he didn’t tap out just yet. You smirk devilishly at him. “Seems like the poor girls woke up… you think wish one is more devastated by the lost of her member?” he groans for an answer, and you moan softly. “Yeah, the arm girl I think that too.” Steve taps twice on your leg and you let him go, he’s panting and covered in your slick. “Takes your pants off and lay on the table.” He does as he told and lays there, cock hard and purple, almost black. He’s licking precum like a broke faucet. “Look at you, Surgeon Kemp, so desperate to have my pussy around your dick.” He whines and nods. You straddle him and sink in in one go, making him choke oh his moan and almost cumming right here and there.

You take a spoon and digs in your new experience. “Say aaaah, baby, tell me how it tastes?”. You rock your hips and feed him the false eggs fish. Steve moans and ruts against you.

“So good babe, so fucking good, we’re gonna make so much money with that.” You smile and bounce hard on him.

“Yes, fucking yes, we did it!”. He holds your hips and fuck your from under, both of you chasing your highs. He cums first, being oversensitive and overstimulated by the lack of touch and the warmth and tightness of your pussy. You kiss him hard, testing your new product and you on his tongue, making you cum.

You both pant and giggle. “Fuck, love when you the mad and mean scientist.” Says Steve with dreamy eyes.

“And I love how you obey me…see everytime we do this role play we found new way to sell our products.”

“Perfect combo.” He murmurs, starting to move again. “Now let me fill you up until your’re leaking me for days, my dear beloved mad scientist”. You chuckle and take another bite of your new research, kissing him and sharing it with him.  

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[ndcultureis]

TW: death of family

nd culture is questioning if its normal to continually wonder throughout childhood what will happen when ur family dies

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#neurodivergent culture #mod milo #tw.death

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

Imagine Your OTP #468

Person A will sometimes buy B little things from the store that made them think of them, or find pebbles and leaves and other bits of nature that they think B will love, and B keeps everything they've ever gifted to them in a little drawer.

Bonus: After B passes, A stumbles across the drawer as they're going through their stuff and, unaware that B had kept everything, immediately bursts into tears.

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