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this is so deep guys

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I think about this scene daily

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Summer found Rick(bot)'s hair color settings :3 It has audio.

CW: flashing colors

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Didn't think I'd take this animation this far, but the result was worth it! I learned a lot from this

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title; faithful servant of mine

summary; you are the personal servant of your master, and he can’t help but abuse your devotion to him.

cw; emotional manipulation, implies noncon, manipulation, power dynamics, unexplained illness, sexual themes, top yandere x bottom reader, yandere themes

warning; contains nsfw

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I don’t like OOC things (Livesey is far from a bloodthirsty killer monster), but this warning is no less important….

“ If you smoke, I’ll rip out your adam’s apple “

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It seems that Livesey is tired of repeating the same thing… “Dear Squire, let me warn you… Don’t force me to resort to more drastic measures. I don’t like being teased.“

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BIG MOOD

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Scrooge eating pussy you say 👀

yes I do say

Tags: MDNI, Scrooge x Fem!Reader, Scrooge eating pussy, face-sitting, boss/employee relationship, implied other stuff, implied feelings, that's it, that's the fic

clarification: I haven't watched this movie, he's just hot

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"You're making quite the mess you know."

You're not doing this correctly if he can talk like that, with you hovering over his mouth. Glancing down, you can see those blue eyes staring up at you. And it's true, there is quite a mess running over the bottom half of his face.

"I can't help it."

Hands rise to curl around your thighs, tugging you down closer. Scrooge's voice is tart but there's warmth in it too."I can't have a maid that makes messes. That wouldn't be proper."

Fingers move into his hair. You sometimes forget you were still supposed to come in and clean. Supposed to.

Lately, it has always divulged into something like this instead of proper work though.

Your knees settle on either side of his head, lowering yourself fully before he can speak again. Something he approves of from the groan he gives, and only further confirmed from the half-lidded gaze he fixes you now. Hands dig into the meat of your thighs, while his tongue drags along your cunt.

A gasp rises out of your throat. Your free hand digs into the headboard, and you give a slow roll of your hips down against his face. From the way his fingers dig harder into your thighs, attempting to pull you even closer, you'd say he approves of it.

It's that small encouragement that is all it takes for you to start grinding against his face. Using his nose as leverage against your clit, while he groans up into you. Your forehead rests on the cool headboard after a few more moments, and both hands move down to grip his head while you rub yourself over him, chasing after your pleasure.

When you cum, you can feel him licking at your slit. Lapping you up like a fine meal while you ground yourself against him, gasping and moaning out his name.

You roll off, panting and gasping, your face flushed, and sweat beading on your forehead. A quick glance at him shows he is in a similar state. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are red, but he's grinning. You hadn't seen him this happy in ages, and yet a quick roll with you, he'd be far more relaxed and even smiling at people.

It was a little unnerving still sometimes.

The realization and the implication that your boss just really that intimacy wasn't lost on you, so maybe that's why you had continued to let him do it. Or maybe it was because he simply made you feel good.

There's a horrible amount of mess along his face still too, that even his nose is shining in the evening light. His gaze flicks to you before he's rolling to crawl over. Hiking up your skirts again, he tuts. "Such a mess. I'll have to show you how to properly clean up." His tone is full of mirth, while he lowers his head between your legs once more. His eyes gleam with greed when he eyes your slit once more. "And I will show you, my dear, even if it takes all night."

You have an odd feeling you'll both be messy by the end of the night. And that like the night before, you won't be returning to your shabby apartment. His arms will envelop you, holding you tight once you're both spent.

In his arms, with him snoring behind you, you know the truth of it. Something he won't say, out of his own fears, so you simply rest your hands on his own.

It's a truth you're starting to share too. And someday, you might be even able to tell him.

Because you know he won't ever say those three words first.

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This will never NOT be funny

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you cannot tame the monster you created

my hero academia / the umbrella academy / the last days of judas iscariot / “climbing” lucille clifton / “1Q84” haruki murakami / susan montag / smoke signals / “who am i without my anger?” ask polly / “dirty valentine” richard siken

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At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t want to let him in… but you have to.

Prompt: yandere Dabi + “You have to invite me in.”

Word Count: 1577

Notes: yandere, noncon kissing, implications of future noncon, descriptions of flashback teenage romance

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There’s someone tapping at your balcony window.

At first, you thought the sounds were the start of summer rain, and you welcomed the inevitable cool air it would provide. But the taps were too distinct, too separated, too human to be soft sprinkles of water dotting against the glass.

No, it wasn’t rain. It was a person. A person that wanted in. You weren’t dumb: why would someone want in your room in the middle of the night? To hurt you or rob you or kill you or…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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A/N: short scenario I dont really remember writing but am glad I did :0.

Male! Yandere x Servant Gn! Reader

"What is wrong with you?" Your body jerked forward as you were torn into a bedroom. The door slammed shut, the man holding onto your wrist pulling you into his chest. 

"Flirting with the Count? Spilling wine on his pants in front of me?" 

The man behind you scoffed, quickly untying your apron as you fumbled backward into him.

 "Sir, wait--!" 

You urgently tried to pry his hands off but were quickly restrained. His fingerprints left bruises on your overworked skin, marks of obsession and jealousy. 

"Quiet. Don't want anyone to hear us. Unless you want them to know I'm punishing you?" He watched you turn away and wince. "Hmm? Do you want me to invite my guests in and let them watch? Watch me touch you--" 

You squirmed and whimpered as he grabbed your face to kiss you. His lips pushed you against the door as your head hit the frame, his body forcing itself against yours as a hand crept up your clothing. The man's tongue slid against yours, hot breath mixing together.

"Please," you talked between his rushed kisses. "I have to… have to get back to the kitchen and…prepare."

Your head pushed against the door with a loud thump, as you were sandwiched between it and the aristocrat on top of you. You were terrified of those who could hear outside the room, who were probably listening to you be shoved against the wall and devoured.

 "Why would I let you go after you made a fool out of me?" His lips kissed every inch of you, sucking your skin to leave love bites on your neck and shoulders. You could feel how sensitive your flesh was, feel how his teeth grated against your skin as he unbuttoned your collar. "You didn't even react when I touched your leg under the table,

so naughty."

"What was I supposed to do," you half protested, half-moaned, tensing up as you tried to keep your mouth shut. Your tongue was forced to slide against his as the lord desperately pushed himself on you.

Picking up your leg, he began to grind against the other. The man sucked and bit your lip as he feverishly kissed you, trying to hurry before his disappearance from downstairs was noticed. 

"You shouldn't have made yourself so tempting, now everyone wants a piece of you… but I won't have that." He gripped your thigh and huffed in your ear. "The count was practically undressing you with his eyes, and you let him." 

"But I-!"

"Don't deny it you little flirt. You're trying to get his attention because you wanted me to notice, huh?" He smiled against your neck. "Well, I've noticed. And I'm not letting

 you go without being reprimanded. Can't have my little servant running around with some bastard…"

He gripped you harder and clenched his teeth when saying the last part, obviously upset. The man took out his frustration by nipping at your neck.

"That would never happen! You don't know what you're saying--" You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away. But his red lips and possessive eyes showed your escape wouldn't be that easy. 

"I'm a man, I would know! They won't stop until they have you! Especially, with your sweet little voice, tempting them." He looked at you with a lovestruck gleam, stroking your cheek. He softly melted for a brief moment. As he slowed, taking in all of you. But the tender second turned hard and cold, as he changed to look down at you with an upset frown. "But you'll learn to stay where you belong. And tonight showed me you need a little more training."

You gulped, feeling his thumb stroke your throat as he kissed your cheek. 

"Now, maybe your punishment should start on the bed."

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CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

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you cant just say you have a hack for drawing pinstripes and not tell us jude cmon

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Ok so for Gotham Jervis, BTAS and Arkhamverse Riddler, and Scarecrow

He got caught and he sees Heroine just standing when he is being put into police. He is annoyed but she just smirks and send him a kiss before walking away.

"Blowing a kiss~"

So you got BTAS Jervis too because I misread the ask and wrote that first. Whoops!

Tw: suicide mention, unhealthy villain dynamics, hypnotism/mind control

Gotham Jervis:

- The look on his face is nothing short of offense. How dare you! How... Oh, this won't do. His hat knocked off, a black eye forming and him in cuffs in the back of a police vehicle. And you just strutting away as though you had the last word.

- You think you're going to just leave him to rot in Arkham? No, no dear. He simply must pay you a visit.

- He has eyes and ears outside of the walls of this asylum. And, unbeknownst to you, they are all upon you wherever you go. Maybe you'll notice something strange. Someone staring at you too long when you're on patrol. You think you hear whispers when you pass by a couple who look a little too glassy eyed.

- Why would you ever suspect him? He's put away and it's not like he has a whole network he can just, snap his fingers, right? Don't be silly.

- But it's why he knows where you are exactly where you are once he's escaped. You might think you're ready for him, but the moment you spot him checking out his pocket-watch nonchalantly- He looks up at you and blows a kiss. And your skull gets cracked over with a pipe from a goon he had hidden to the side.

- When you awaken, your clothes have been changed to resemble something out of Alice in Wonderland. He assures you it was all ve-ry clinical. "Why be crass when you're going to be here for quite some time?"

- He's going to hypnotize you into playing his games. Nothing overtly sexual in nature but definitely humiliating and making you kiss him on the cheeks, things like that. Just until you manage to find a way to break free and kick his ass as per heroes do in this kind of story.

Btas Jervis:

- At first he wonders if he imagined that. It's not unreasonable to wonder- but the knowing look in your eyes as you walk away...

- He's a little goofy about it? Were you flirting or just mocking him? It's not that you aren't attractive, no no, that's not it-

- and now hes thinking about how attractive you are and if maybe he would like to actually kiss you. He does come to the conclusion you were likely mocking, but you are quite the lovely young woman and- oh well you would look so adorable in an Alice dress!

- You've left him in quite a vexing position! He supposes he'll just have to... oh, I don't know, something *silly* like abduct the other heroes you usually work with, put them under mind control devices and wait for you to come and rescue them.

- Yes, he could have gone straight after you first, but he's not stupid, oh no! How could you listen to his offer if he approached you on your playing field first instead of his?

- "A kiss from dear miss to give me something to reminisce.... or else your friends walk to the abyss."

- The other heroes line up to swan dive into the Gotham river, your heart leaping to your throat. Could you stop them in time?

- If you give him the kiss, hes all smiles and rainbows. There. And now he doesn't have to wonder!

- Off you go, dear Alice, you'll all have to do this again soon!

- You're left trying to explain to your companions what the hell just happened as he makes a speedy getaway.

BTAS Riddler:

- Flush from the neck up. There's a mixture of feelings- furious you beat him but incredibly flustered that you made the gesture. You're a beautiful woman, he's not naive to that.

- Genuinely, he tries to forget about it. Tries to cast it from his mind. He has far too much to focus on for your meddlesome visage to distract him. He might even succeed for a time.

- It's not until you show up again that it all comes flooding back and he's determined to see you beaten and in awe of his brain. At least, that's the idea as he leaves you stranded in one of his little mind games. It was designed for Batman. Think you can take on the task, lamb?

- You do well... For someone trying your hardest, he supposes. You think he's watching you the whole time on feed, leaving him defenseless once you can reach him. One of these things is true.

- "I've always been an excellent multitasker." He sighs as you enter the room you thought he was in and you note it's a feed from somewhere else, "Ta-ta, my dear, I'm afraid we'll have to continue our little dalliance another time! Remember: The fox that chases two hares catches none!"

- And you might wonder just what that means until there's a news announcement that flashes over the screen that tells of the Riddler striking and cyber attacking a satellite that's shut down half the power in the city. He deliberately created a new problem so you'd have to abandon chasing him.

- He has a feeling the two of you are going to have so much fun!

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- He's immediately red in the face and pissed. Did you see- No! No, you did NOT win this! This was just round one! HE will be the ultimate victor in this. HIS intelligence far surpasses your own- don't shove him in the police car, he's not done!

- This is one of the few topics his therapists are going to get out of him ad nauseum for several weeks.

- Seriously, he's going to get an extra round of sedatives after he lists every single way in which You are intellectually inferior to Him and you only caught him out of pure dumb luck and cheating.

- He gets to work the moment he can steal a writing utensil to use on the walls.

- are there moments he thinks about kissing you? Its hard not to, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you'd have to concede he was your better first!

- Plus get through his death traps. Yeah, there's several of those.

- "Not so cute and darling NOW, are you? What- no, I'm not saying you're cute, I just- how dare you interrupt me while I'm trying to kill you!"

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- His face is completely stoic at first. It's difficult to read his emotions, particularly after the mauling by Killer Croc and surgery on his face.

- Yet if you look back you could almost swear he smiles for a moment. It's unsettling to look at.

- His revenge is slow cooking and you might almost forget about the incident entirely until you're face to face with him again.

- And, all too late for you to register, he doses you with the newest batch of fear toxin.

- "This is a special strain. Created just for you. I hope you're honored."

- non-lethal (in that you probably wont try to kill yourself) but deeply unpleasant and representative of your worst fears. Curled into a ball, sobbing. You might even beg for it to stop.

- it's then he approaches you as a terrifying figure, the rough texture of his "lips" kissing the corner of your mouth. He injects the antidote into your system.

- "Good girl. You took that so well. I can't wait to test the next batch on you as well."