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yoditopascal · 9 months ago

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Like A Prayer (Part 4)

summary: best friends with wade you’re always being dragged into something even when he’s not trying to, what are you to do when you find the fate of your timeline in the hands of yourself, your chaotic merc and an angry wolverine who’s hellbent on drinking himself to death?

content warning: romance, some angst, a little fluff, character deaths, canon-typical violence, smut, lots of cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug and alcohol use, reader insert but with no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, deadpool being deadpool, mentions of poor mental health (depression anxiety and ptsd mostly), scent marking, the honda odyssey scene needs a warning all on its own MINORS DNI

a/n: edited by the ever so lovely karmiccc on ao3! Comments and criticisms are welcome!

tag list: sorry if you weren’t tagged I tried tagging everyone that asked but some usernames didn’t work! @allmyn1ghts @blooket-scares-me @amararosesblog @talanyra @spideybv28 @sadslasher13 @night-spectrum @eveieforeve02

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On Your Left Babygirl

Wade watches from the corner of his eye as your feet drag behind you, the now limp Wolverine was pressing his full mass into the two of you, and you were clearly struggling with the newly added weight.

“One Anchor Being coming right up, on your left, baby girl!”

“This Logan has everything! He can do pretty much anything the old model could plus he even sings musicals! And he’s actually wearing a costume like he’s not embarrassed to be in a superhero movie for once!”

“I don’t understand.”

“You said my universe is dying, because this sad sack of nuts got himself killed. Well, problem solved!”

“Y-you actually think you can replace an Anchor Being with this?” Paradox says between laughs pointing at Wolverine still on the floor. “I wouldn’t have accepted any other Wolverine bee tee dubs, but you’ve brought me the absolute worst Wolverine there is!

“What do you mean the worst one?” Wade asked, walking closer to Paradox.

Just as Wade was less than an arm’s length away from Paradox, you saw the off brand Mr. Darcy reachout and grab something behind his back. You jump forward placing yourself in between the two men just as Paradox drew his weapon.

“Wade watch-!” You don’t get to finish your sentence as Wade watches in absolute horror as you disintegrate into nothing in front of him.

Wade falls to his knees as if trying to catch your particles that were still floating about in the air before disappearing entirely.

The distinct snikt of Wolverine unleashing his claws breaks Wade out of his trance as he watches the Wolverine, now back on his feet, lunge for Paradox with his claws in pure rage before disappearing too.

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Logan groans as he sits up, cracking his neck back into place. He raises a hand to shield his face from the harsh rays of the sun above him as he lets out a sharp hiss from the incoming headache he was starting to get from the combination of the fall and all the alcohol he drank earlier.

Barely starting to sober up, he looks around himself with a grunt as he stands, taking in the environment around himself.

If he had to guess he’d had no idea where the fuck he was. The scene around him was dry and arid like a desert, only this one didn’t seem familiar to him at all. There was all kinds of trash and debris around him like it had been dumped here and forgotten. Taking in a few greedy inhales, Logan scented the air, coming back with only faint traces of smoke, dirt and something else, something sweet and fresh and familiar but still different at the same time.

Turning his head to follow the source of the smell Logan spots you, laid out face first on the ground. He walks up to you apprehensively, not knowing if he could trust you or not but as he approaches he realizes you’re out cold.

Getting a closer look at you now he’s able to take in your features up close. If you were a shapeshifter of some kind like he previously thought, you were a hell of a good one. At first glance you looked just like her, the same hair and big doe eyes that used to look up at him. You were even dressed the same way.

Squatting down to your level Logan’s able to get a much better whiff of you from here. There’s no mistaking a scent, even when Morph and Mystique used to try and trick him back in the day but it never worked because they could never change their smell.

There was no doubt about it, the smell was definitely yours. Shamefully Logan found his eyes wandering down your frame slowly as he drank you in, eyes lingering on your ass for a few seconds before turning you over onto your back, and God, even your face was the same. The longer he looked at you the more he realized you really were her. Only, you had less pronounced smile lines, and were less muscular, having probably only known peace in your life, you had appeared more softer than she had been. Just as his gloved hand was a breath away from caressing your cheek, he’s ripped from his inspection by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground behind him.

Standing to his feet, he looks back at you one last time before looking at the disfigured body of the guy in red from before as his bones snap back into place. He sniffs the air again, realizing the man that had just fallen from the sky. He smelled absolutely rancid to him, stinking of blood, gunpowder and a distinct sickly cancerous smell.

Definitely a threat. Logan concludes as he starts to walk up to him.

Wade coughs as he rolls over onto his back, looking down between his legs as Wolverine walked up to him, stopping right as his feet, “Don’t just stand there, you big ape. Give me a hand!”

Wolverine stared down at him, his hazel eyes swirling with contempt and silent fury as he unsheathed his claws.

“No, I’m actually okay, thank you,” Wade barely finishes his sentence before he’s being stabbed through both his sides, letting out a sharp curse as Logan hoists him in the air like a kebab.

“Where the hell are we?!” He demands.

“I don’t know! It all looks kinda Mad Maxy but that would be copyright infringement, wouldn’t it?!” Wade cries out as Wolverine harshly drops him to the ground.

“Fucking jokes,” Logan scoffs before turning his back to him, walking towards your still unconscious form.

“Hey hey! You stay away from my pookie bear, you hear me?” Wade warns as he cocks his gun pointing it at the back of Wolverine’s head.

“Or what?” He dared the man to continue.

Wade lowers his gun as he realizes how fast the situation was starting to escalate, his eyes dart back and forth between you and the very ready to rip his guts out Wolverine before he curses to himself. After putting his gun away, Wade raises his hands up in the air as a way to appease Logan as he began to warily approach him.

“Look, we don't have time for this alright? If we don’t make it back to that Paradox asshole. Everyone I know is going to die,” Wade starts to explain the situation to him but Logan rolls his eyes as he turns back around, continuing to walk towards you.

“No, my fucking problem,” Logan replies coldly as he waves him off.

Wade felt his blood boil. He was never a patient man, nor a very nice one, but compared to this guy? He was a fucking saint. It was an insult to everyone that his Anchor being replacement had to be such a dick.

“Is that what you said when your world went to shit?” Wade shoots back to Wolverine, stopping him in his tracks again.

“Come again?” Logan growls, turning back to face him.

“Yeah, I heard all about you.” Wade began as he turned around, becoming increasingly exasperated by the situation at hand, ”You screwed up everything, but you really should be thanking me for pulling you out of that bed you shit-“

Wade let out a scream as searing pain shot through his body. Looking down he sees the infamous adamantium claws of Wolverine protruding through his chest.

“Oh, you backstabbing son of a bitch!” Wade grunts in agony as he’s hoisted in the air again, this time on his back.

Fighting back against the pain, Wade uses his own momentum to flip himself behind Wolverine, throwing them both onto their backs on the ground, the blades of the Wolverine’s claws tearing more of his flesh and bone on their way out as he did so. Without missing a beat Wade pressed his guns against Wolverine’s sides and shot out several rounds as the older man let out a guttural scream of pain.

“Are you ready to be calm now?” Wade asks almost mockingly, guns still pressed to Wolverine’s ribs.

He’s met immediately with a headbutt, no doubt breaking his nose underneath the mask.

“Fuck!” Wade swears in pain as Wolverine rolls off him.

Not giving Wade any time to gather his bearings, the older mutant grabs him by his ankles before throwing him into a wall. Wade heard the bones in his arm snap as he crashed through the cement wall, tumbling backwards against a sunken monument that seemed familiar to him. Wade groaned as he stumbled back up to his feet, his arm snapped back into place painfully as he reloaded his gun.

“I don’t want to fight you, Peanut! Doesn’t matter what you did. I just need your help.” Wade called over to Wolverine as he stood across from him in the wasteland.

“I don’t fucking care,” Logan snaps back as he spits out a smoking bullet, the rest falling from his torso, his healing factor working over time to push them out.

“Fuck, this is gonna hurt,” Wade says more so to himself than anyone else, “Alright! Fuck it! Let’s give the people what they came for!”

“Let’s fucking go,” Logan says as he crouches down to his knees, readying himself for whatever Wade was about to throw at him.

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You take a sharp much needed inhale through your nose as the final bone in your spine snaps back into place. Sputtering out a cough you sat up bltrying to block out the blinding light of the sun with your hand as a headache pulsed through your skull. Looking around you slowly take in the dilapidated scenery around you.

Where the hell were you? You thought to yourself as you looked down at your watch to check the time.

The screen was broken, a crack having spiderwebbed across the screen. You weren’t exactly sure when it had broken but from what you could tell from when it had stopped working it was well beyond midnight.

“Oh I’m so fucking fired tomorrow,” You say with a groan as you rise to your feet dusting yourself off.

The sound of shouting and rapid gunfire drew your attention in the distance. Approaching the sound as cautiously as you could, you peek over a mound of rubble to find Wade being held down by an enraged Wolverine with Wade’s katanas and baby knife sticking out of him, reminding you of a human pin cushion.

“Let’s see you grow your fucking head back!” He shouts as he goes to sink his claws into Wade’s throat.

Picking up the first thing you see laying around you run up behind the Wolverine hitting him in the head as hard as you could, breaking the branch in your hands on impact. With a heavy grunt, he stumbles off of Wade onto the ground.The Wolverine clutches his ear as he snaps his head up to glare at his assailant. The rage in his eyes shifts to shock as you stand over wade protectively, glaring down at him with your broken branch raised high and at the ready for you to swing at him again if need be.

Snapping out of his daze, Wolverine gets to his feet and with his claws sheathed going to strike the red suited clown again, when hastily Wade rises to his feet, immediately moving you behind him with his hands raised up in surrender.

“Wait, wait, I can fix it! I know how to fix it!” Wade shouted at the Wolverine not willing to put you or himself in the Wolverine’s wraith.

“Fix what?” Wolverine asks has he slowly starts to lower his fist as he looks back and forth between you two.

“Whatever it is that you did that made you so bad! Those freaks in the TVA, they have the power to end our universe, but they can also change yours!” Wade says pushing you further behind him, not liking how the man was eyeing you.

Logan looks between the two of you incredulously as if trying to understand if what Wade just told him was true or not.

“Well?” He asks gruffly, eyes now completely focused on you.

Realizing he was talking to you and that your answer might be his deciding factor on whether or not to help you, you take a deep breath as you walk out from behind Wade who looks at you skeptically for a moment.

“We just traveled the multiverse trying to find you because of the TVA,” You began with a surprised chuckle still reeling in that fact that you actually did do that as you returned Logan's intense gaze,“Until today I didn’t think any of this kinda stuff was possible… But it is so I believe him,” You said exchanging a look with Wade as you finish, he nods his head to you almost in thanks.

Logan stares at you a bit longer before letting out a frustrated huff as he looks away, sheathing his claws. You nearly let out a beath of relief at the sight until the older man resumed his attention on you two again. The Wolverine looked back and forth between the two of you as he felt his nerves starting to grate again.

“How the fuck do you know this clown?” Logan asks annoyed, his fists were down at his sides but still balled up ready to fight again if he needed to.

Peeking over Wade’s shoulder, you part your lips about to answer him when suddenly you're cut off by a new voice.

“Hey! We fight each other, we lose,” Said a voice from above you all.

Puzzled, you all look up in the direction the voice came from.

“Who the hell is that?” You asked scrunching your face up in confusion as you use a hand to block out the harsh rays of the sun from your vision.

“Dear God its him…” Wade said, astonished.

“Who?” You asked as you and Wolverine share a confused glance.

Above you, on a worn down billboard, stood a man. He was covered in loose fitting dark clothes with a hood draped over him, blocking his face from view.

“That my little chocolate drop is the One. The superhero equivalent to comfort food or molly. White guys’ answer to all the disappointments in another A-lister,” Wade went on rambling as the cloaked man jumped down and landed before the three of you.

“Now that’s a superhero landing!” Wade clapped as the cloaked man turned to point out into the desert

“They're coming,” The man said.

Alarmed, you all look in the direction of his focus. On the horizon you all could see three cars speeding towards you, all three of the giving off serious Mad Max vibes.

“Well they’re definitely driving angry,” Wade joked, though you could tell by the drop in his voice that he was assessing the entire situation very much aware of the danger you two were about to be in.

“I got this,” The cloaked man said pulling down his hood to reveal a familiar face, “Stay close.”

“Aye aye, Cap,” Wade says walking up behind him to wrap his arms around the man before he pulls them off of him awkwardly.

As the cars neared they circled around the four of you a few times, some of the men blew out crude whistles making you cringe in disgust as you clutched your broken branch to your chest. Finally they stopped, their vehicles parked around you, caging you four in.

“Cassandra is going to be giddy when she sees what we caught!” A man with stringy greasy hair grins, showing off his filthy teeth to the group, “You know you can’t run.”

“You see anyone running, dick for brains? You’re not gonna love what happens next,” The cloaked man retorted.

“Oh my god, he’s going to say it!” Wade says smacking one of his katana’s that still protruded from the Wolverine’s chest.

Logan stumbled back a bit with a weak ‘ah fuck’ as you instinctively reached out to steady him. He turned his head to look at you as soon as he felt your hands on him. You held his eyes for less than a second before abruptly removing yourself from him, now focusing on looking at anything else but him.

“Avengers Assem-!” Wade begins to shout as if anticipating what the cloaked man was about to say, however that’s not what he said at all.

“Flame on!”

“Sorry, what now?”

The cloaked man shot out into the sky in a ball of fire. He hovered over everyone for a moment before blasting out a stream of fire directly at the greasy man that had spoken before. The greasy man grins as he holds his hand out, absorbing the flames before he twists his fingers cutting off the cloaked man’s power like a faucet. The man barely had a second to register what happened before he began his miserable descent from the sky. He hit the billboard he was standing on before twice before flopping on the ground, completely unconscious.

“We don’t know that guy,” the Wolverine was quick to say.

“We thought we did,” Wade agreed as he looked over the unconscious man before turning back to the group of thugs.

“Oh but I know you,” A beastly looking man with pitch black eyes said as he dropped down to their level from atop a car.

His dark orbs were fixated on Wolverine, who returned his glare with his own as he bared his teeth at him with a growl.

“Holy shit… Sabretooth… your brother,” Wade said, a hint of excitement in his voice as he looked between the two.

“Ready to die?” Sabertooth asked as he stalked towards them, eyes never leaving Wolverine.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Time!” Wade calls out as he begins to remove his weapons from Wolverine’s body giving him a long winded nonsensical pep talk in normal Wade fashion.

“Shut the fuck up!” Wolverine growls out, shoving him back into you.

What an asshole you thought to yourself with a scrunched up face.

The Wolverine lowered himself into a fighting stance before the two mutants lunged for each other. The two collided briefly in the middle as the familiar sound of metal tearing against bone and flesh rang through the air, before sliding past each other entirely. Both brothers stood on opposite sides of the dry field.

“What is it, girl? Is there trouble at the well?” Wade mocked with an innocent tilt of his head.

You might’ve laughed at the Lassie reference if it wasn’t for the fact that not a second later Sabretooth’s head rolled off his shoulders and right at your feet. You scrunched up your nose again, turning your head away in disgust as Wade picked it up.

“Behold! The head of your precious Queen, Furiosa! I have the Wolverine! I alone control her! You come for me! You come for her!” Wade declares as he raises the head in the air like a prize before he leans over into Logan’s ear, “I’m so sorry. I know it’s pronounced him. I’m gender blind. It’s my cross to bear.” Logan simply rolls his eyes at him.

“Who’s next?” He challenges looking around at the men who were left, waiting for someone to step up to him.

The greasy man let out an amused chuckle before calling out to one of his partners “Toad! You’re up!”

You look towards the other mutant and resist the urge to cringe again as he shoots out his slimy green tongue and pulls a lever. Instantly it activates a giant metal magnet that drags both Wade and Wolverine off their feet and into its pull.

“Wade!” you called out, unaware as a giant sentinel leg comes flying at you from behind, stunning you as it flies towards your companions, carrying you with it.

“Oh fu-“ Was all Wolverine had managed to get out before you and the sentinel leg crashed into him and Wade, knocking out the three of you on impact.

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yndrgrl · 1 year ago

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yandere! dabi x fem reader?

you're a fool to think that you could trick japan's no. 1 mafia boss, yandere! dabi , & get away with it

long ass fic. crime lord x spy. quirkless! au. heavily tatted! dabi lmaooo. extra dark romance. fem! reader. ooc! dabi. picture "diet mountain dew" playing, thanks. manz is OBSESSED obsessed.

warnings: nsfw, depictions of extreme/hardcore sex, sex slavery, obsessive behavior, making "movies," mentions of heavy stalking & panty stealing, sex in front of his men, sadism, reader passes out, light knifeplay,

a/n: uhhh is this too much (i hope not cuz i have a couple more hardcore ones cooking) 😭 also look, i'm finally doing the requests that are long overdue... my fault, g.

"boss, she's here," one of dabi's goons said after he knocked on the large, mahogany door. there was shuffling, laughter, then a muffled "send her in," that followed.

"you heard the man," the other shrugged, opening the door for you. after you, they followed into the room.

your heart was pounding out of your chest & there was a violent ringing in your ear. your breathes were shallow & shaken, yet you had to maintain a calm composure because, in the eyes of japan's most notorious criminal mastermind, you were merely a recruiter for his mob. you're playing the part as a low-life thug/seductress who's in desperate need of money.

of course, that's not the case. you had a good head on your shoulders. you were working for japan's government, a special operation unit ran by a sergeant dubbed "endeavor." your mission is to gather information, find out their next big drug trade, & bust it while keeping your head down. & honestly, it's been going well. you were prepared to fight off dabi's goons left & right because, well... you're a woman, & they are horny, egotistical assholes.

however, none of them approached you. all of them looked scared of you, actually. you felt like a badass, but it was also compromising your mission. how in god's name are you supposed to collect intel of no one will talk with you?

"(y/n), baby, please have a seat," said dabi, snapping you out of your thoughts. you didn't know if you should smile or stay stoic, but your nerves got the better of you & your lips curled upwards.

"yes, sir," you said back. you allowed yourself to notice him, his features. he wore a suit, presumably to look professional even though it just made him look intimidating. with his jet black hair, bags under his piercing blue eyes, & pale skin littered with ink, he had an aura around him, & there's no wonder why or how he's gotten so powerful. his tattoos that were visible to you were mainly on his face & on his hands; there was a bold line stretching ear to ear, dipping in the crevasse of his mouth. it made him look like he had a smile. under the bold line were more intricate tattoos-- flowers, thorns, knives, the works.

"please, call me whatever your heart desires, princess," he purred, & the doors of his lavish office slammed shut. there was no reception in this part of his headquarters, you've already checked. you tried reasoning with your worries, telling yourself that there was no way you've been caught, you haven't even talked to anyone!

you replied, "i am anything but a princess, sir."

"sticking with sir?" he questioned, & you nodded, then he continued, "you can be anything you want to be, no?"

"in the perfect world, i guess i could," you said with furrowed brows. why were you in here exactly?

"no, no, no. that's not what i mean."

"my apologies, what did you mean?" you asked, fighting yourself not to fidget. fidgeting means that your nervous, being nervous means you've done something you're not supposed to, & you haven't dont anything wrong.

"i mean, you," he pointed at you, dragging the word longer than he had to, "you. can be anything you want." he was met with a calculating silence. the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.

finally, you questioned, "why am i here, sir? i'm just a... you know, a concubine." that was your role.

"oh, are you now? what exactly are you doing for my company?" he leaned forward, his face resting in the palm of his hand. he looked bored, yet there was a twinkle in his eyes that said otherwise. it finally sunk in what kind of position you are in. there are two men guarding the only exit, there are three armed men standing behind dabi, & the infamous crime lord himself was sitting across from you, only a desk length away.

"i'm sending men your way so you can grow you um.. company," you told him, & that was the story you're sticking with.

dabi, with a smirk, muttered under his breath with a laugh, "you're fuckin' priceless, doll." with a clear voice this time, he asked, "has anyone touched you?"

what kind of question is that? "yes, sir." no, no one has, you were lying.

he still had a smirk on his face, his bright blue eyes drilling into yours. he fished something in his pocket, his eyes still glued on you. in your head, you kept screaming it was a gun or a knife, he was going to shoot you point blank, you're about to die-

"why do you look so scared, hun?" taunted dabi, finally throwing his hand out of his pocket, & you flinched. this is it, he's about to kill you with a... lighter? wait. he snapped his fingers with the hand that his face was resting on. one of his henchmen quickly handed him something. lighting it, he sneered, "it's just a cigarette~"

he inhaled deep, & blew out a puff a of grey smoke your direction. "you're so jumpy, babe."

"i'm just confused why i'm here is all," you swallowed, your eyes watering slightly because of the smoke.

"i'm considering you for a promotion," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"a promotion?"

"yeah, you could call it that. instead of being some recruiter-prostitute, how does 'dabi's little housewife slut' sound instead? nice ring to it, huh?" he said, breathing in the tobacco & studying your expression.

"i-i'm sorry?" you coughed out, shocked.

"you can be anything, can't you? that's your whole job, am i wrong?" he questioned, eyes darkening. his playful demeanor was gone, & something more sinister glossed over his expression.

"i'm not sure what you mean-" you were cut off by his fist slamming down on his desk, the things on it vibrating & falling off.

"(y/n), do you think i'm stupid?"

"n-no, of course not, sir!" you tried to reason, maybe he was upset about something else.

"do you think i'm fuckin' stupid?" the man scowled, standing up to his feet. his henchmen gripped their weapons tighter, their backs just a bit more straighter. oh, he knew.

"i don't think you're stupid, sir. you're a smart man, i know that-"

"though your flattery gets me hard, it's unwanted right now, doll," dabi told you as he walked towards you while you were just sitting there, your hands on your lap. you picked the dirt from under your nails, the balls of your feet grinding the vintage rug underneath you. your eyes were trained on him in fear that, if you looked away, he'd pounce.

under your breath, you repeated unsure, "hard?" you didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. suddenly, as he was standing directly on your side, he gripped the arms of your chair & forced it to turn. he caged you between him & the chair, him bent down so his face was only inches away from you. you could smell the smoke on his breath, his expensive cologne, & faint iron smell-- whether it was blood or gunpowder, you didn't want to find out.

"you're so bold, spying on me~ i didn't think you'd actually accept the job, yet here you are, thinking you are just so clever, huh?" he laughed in your face, but his tone was still deep.

"y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes wide. he was so close to you, he was a killer with no remorse, that's what they told you before you took this mission. you've heard it all before, & you've taken guys like him down, but they've never caught on to you. you had no plan, all you could do is hope that your crew knew your location.

"of course i know, (y/n)~ i know so much about you, & i must say, i'm such a fan," he started, looking at you up and down. you weren't cowering away from him, but you also weren't confident. you were going to try something, he knew it. "i'm honored to be your next big case. it's such a shame you won't be completing your mission though."

you swallowed thickly, & you gave him your best don't-fuck-with-me glare you could muster. "what now then? you caught me, you gonna kill me now?" you barked, hoping to intimidate him. instead, you were met with a bone chilling smile.

he chuckled, brushing his fingers through his wild hair, "oh no, sweetheart, i'm afraid you don't understand~" you started to search for something under your skirt-your gun- when he tightly gripped your wrist. "don't," he warned as he matched your glare.

the firm grasp you had on your gun loosened & it fell on the floor. he kicked it towards one of his men, who swiftly unloaded the mag & tossed it in the trash. "if it's information you want, you're not getting it outta me."

"wrong again, you get one more chance."

"would you stop fucking with me!?" you screamed at him, ready to oppose anything he wanted you to do. he gripped your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, & your hands shot up & held his wrist as you tried to wriggle out.

"watch your mouth when you talk to me," he warned, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "such a dirty mouth. if you were anyone else, i would've shot you instantly. consider yourself lucky."

"shtawp! le'me go!" you muttered through your puckered up lips, & surprisingly, he listened. once he let you go, you through yourself back into the chair to create as much distance as possible (it wasn't much). "wh-what are you going on about, dabi?"

"i thought i was, 'sir,' doll? what happened? we friends now?" he teased. the man gave you a fake pout & an eye roll.

"you wish. now answer me. what are you t-" he locked eyes with you once again, & you stumbled over your words, "t-talking about?"

he let out a dark chuckle, kneeling in front of you so his face was nearly resting on your lap. "princess, haven't you notice something weird has been happening ever since you took down shigiraki almost a year ago? don't you always feel like you're never alone? things appear in your car out of nowhere? your panties go missing from your apartment? haven't you ever wondered why you always feel so uneasy no matter where you are?"

your expression shifted from confused to terrified.

"you think you're all alone when you're scrubbing those perfect tits in the shower, huh? you really put on a show f'me when you masterbate. so fuckin' nasty, you know. i would love to know who's on your mind when you fingerfuck yourself," he said, licking his lips. his suit pants were tight enough that it was hard to miss the growing bulge. your eyes were teary out of embarrassment. "but i think i know who's on your mind when you do such dirty things."

"y-you don't know anything. m-my crew will be here soon o-once they realize i-i've been caught!" you fought, yet he had no care in the world. he through open your legs & tsked. you were told to wear a short skirt to "make it more believable," & now you're regretting everything. you tried to press your hands in between your thighs to block your clothed pussy out of his curious gaze.

"do you think so? cuz i think that they've completely forgetten about you 'cuz someone gave endeavor an anonymous tip on where my next drug deal will be held. i think that's more important than some captured spy, to be honest," he told you, "besides -men, hold her down- i have a feeling you actually really want this."

his goons, as they were told, held your wrists to the arms of the chair while another stood behind you, his gun looming just barely in the line of your vision. your legs were spread, & your arms were restrained. you thrashed as dabi's hot touch trailed up your calf to your inner thigh. your face was red hot in anger & flushed in shame. to fit your role, you wore a dark purple thong. your body betrayed you, a wet spot staining your panties. "st-stop! you-you're under arrest!"

"i-i-i am! oh n-no! wh-whatever will i do?!" he mocked, & his men laughed like he was some comedian. "please, (y/n), love, drop the fuckin' act. it's cute & all, but i'd rather you'd just stop pretending, i want you to enjoy this as much as i'm going to~" he faux pleaded, but he knew, either way, you were going to love it eventually. he heard your sighs of content whenever you read 'good guy x bad guy' spicy romances, he recorded you moaning his name when you first got assigned to this case.

"i-i really won't tell anyone, p-please let me go," you begged, watching him stand up & take off his blazer. he threw off his tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt, revealing his toned, tatted body. every part of his torso, chest, & arms were inked with dark grey tattoos. on his left pec was your initials in some fancy, grand font-- except it was a fleshy pink. a healed scar.

"you like it? or are you scared? i can't really tell," dabi questioned, leaning close to you. his guard's hands were replaced by his. "(y/n), if you tell me to stop nicely, maybe i will. granted, i'll lock you up until you're ready, but i'd wait. so tell me, with that dirty mouth of yours, what do you want?"

"uhm... w-what are you talking about?" you tried to avoid his inquiries, it shamed you to say the least. if you were to say what you wanted -what you truly wanted- you'd betray your country. you didn't want to answer.

"now, or later?" he repeated, tapping your wrist. "i'm gonna need to hear you say somethin' or i'll just do whatever i want, & trust me; you won't be able to handle it."

you were silent, your eyes darted from his icy ones, to his cold lips, to his tattooed body, & back to his eyes. avoidant, maybe that's all you have to do. he'll get bored of someone quiet, no?

"(y/n)~ sweetheart~ you're making a bad choice by keeping your mouth shut, unless that's what you want. you want me to use you, hm?" he teased, biting his lip afterward. dabi knew that look you were giving him because it's the one he gives you all the time. pure, primal lust. intrigue. but mostly lust.

you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. your heart was beating out of your chest, your voice caught onto your throat. you pondered, just for a moment, & you let your impulse control the outcome; you stayed silent.

after shutting your mouth, dabi smirked devilishly. "you've made your choice, remember that. so don't get too mad at me, 'kay? i give you permission to enjoy this as much as you want, but you probably didn't need my permission," he snickered. the man didn't even let you answer before capturing your rosy lips with his.

his kisses were intense, rough, yet so, so needy for you. in between pants & kisses, he whispered things like, "i've held myself back f' you," &, "god, fuckin' finally." your wrists were once again restrained by his henchmen, while his hands wandered around your body. as one hand cup your precious face, the other groped your tits through your clothes. if one shifted around your neck, the other one would be gripping your hips, bruising you already.

his pierced tongue explored your mouth. saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. his tongue was down your throat as he choked you. your spine jolted when two, long fingers began to ghost up and down your pussy, pushing a little harder over your clothes clit. he hooked the front part of your thong & pulled up. you let out a muffled scream as your panties disappeared in between your pussy lips. they were drenched in your arousal, & now you started leaking onto your skirt & his chair.

he finally released you from his kiss, your lungs burning. you let in a few shallow breaths before dabi bit your neck. he still had your thong wrapped around his finger, & every so often, he would pull upwards, & a scream of pained pleasure would follow in suit. bite marks & hickeys covered your neck. "all mine~" he purred, licking your tender neck.

"let's get these fuckin' clothes off'a ya," snarled dabi through gritted teeth. it was like opening a present for him. he tore through your t-shirt with ease, not even bothering undressing you all the way so the fabric just hung off of your shoulders. he suddenly fished a knife out of his pocket & cut your bra off of your body. he glided the dull side between the valley of your breasts, down to your heaving stomach. he shoved your mini skirt up around your waist & he cut off your soaked thong.

"fuckin' hell, babe. i've been dreaming about this," he groaned, stabbing the blade into his wooden desk. dabi squeezed your plush thighs, his handprints bruised on your skin. what was strange was how his men acted while the two of you were intimate; they were stoic & unwavering, their hardened faces expressionless.

they were under dabi's complete control, & that's just how he is. he knows how to get people on his side, he knows when they're interested, that's why he's such an influential man. "you really thought you could trick me?" he barked, pulling his leather belt out of his pants' loops. he fastened the belt around your wrists. "poor, little (y/n)~ all hot & bothered in front of the enemy~" with your hands bound, your legs were put onto the arms of the chair. once again, you were restrained by his men. ashamed & -quite honestly- turned on, you were splayed out on the chair, legs spread & pussy throbbing.

he undid the button on his pants, & they fell to the floor. his boxers were soon to follow. you were gawking his member, you couldn't help it. it's the biggest, thickest, you've ever been with in your life.

a smug, toothy grin stretched on his face as he watched your reaction. "you look shocked, doll," he noticed. dabi stood right in front of you, the tip of his cock gently slapping your clit. the contact made you jolt every time. "you've never been with someone like me, huh? that's why you're so quiet?"

you nodded sheepishly while you stared up at him with your doe eyes. he coated himself in your arousal before lining himself up with your entrance. dabi, in such a hushed tone it almost sounded sweet, cooed, "it's a shame i'm gonna use that perfect body. i want you to remember you chose this."

"y-yes sir, i-i remember," you replied back. when he whispered in your ear, it sent electricity up your spine, & you'd subconsciously arch your back.

he placed a firm kiss on your jaw, & he praised, "that's my girl~" dabi slid past you folds, diving himself into your entrance. he let out a throaty groan as he through his head back. his adam's apple bobbed, his hair becoming even more disheveled. dabi wasn't a man known for his slow, savory approach; his gentle demeanor was short-lived. he forced his cock into your dripping hole balls-deep. you let out a breathy scream, eyes widen for a second.

dabi towered over you, muscles flexed with every thrust. he pounded you into the chair that, with every thrust, you felt the chair legs wobble underneath you. he shooed his guards away from you because, in all honesty, you were not getting away from him. he's wanted you for too damn long, he's been patient enough.

honestly, it surprised him how slow you were taking the mission. you were behind enemy lines for months, you'd think that you would want to spend the least amount of time there as possible. it's no matter though, he has you right where he wants you. "aren't you worried, (y/n)? you're so quick to trust me," he pointed out in between his harsh thrusts.

every jerk made your tits bounce; he was fucking you so hard that your hearing became fuzzy. he kept hitting your g-spot over & over with the same roughness. "mnh~ t-too fast~ ngh-ahh," you whimpered. did he say something? if he didn't, you didn't even notice. it just was so overwhelming. even though you couldn't keep your mind straight, dabi still kept fucking you like you were some sex doll.

what snapped you back to reality was when a snap echoed off the walls, & your elevation changed. there was a pressure against your chest & a slight pain your back that was soon stretched out. the chair broke from beneath you. your head was cupped by dabi's tattooed hand. he laid flush against you while he folded you in half. your knees were to your chest & your legs rested on his broad shoulders.

at this angle, you could feel his cock in your stomach pumping in & out of your pussy. you let out a scream of pleasure as you begged, "sl-slow down! c-can't handle it!"

"aww~ i'm so sorry, doll face. i can't do that for you. maybe next time though," he joked as though he wasn't pounding you into oblivion. tears of overstimulation & slight frustration welled in your eyes. it was like you were cursed to overwhelming pleasure & moaning out his name forever.

god, did he have stamina. after an hour of raw fucking, he flipped in so many different positions. after the mating press, he put you into missionary with a tight grip on your plush hips. your arousal stained his expensive carpet, not that he cared because he'll just hire someone to clean it.

while he missionary, he let out a hearty groan, & his voice broke for a second. he held you tight as he drained his cum inside of your weeping hole. you thought that would be the end, but he took only a moment to breath before flipping you over to fuck you from behind.

ass in the air, back arched, & your face pressed against the ground, you saw stars that began to cloud your already-blurry vision. he rubbed your sensitive clit while he pumped his cock in & out of gorgeous, pitiful you. you whined for an ounce of sympathy. it was your first mistake thinking he was a normal man, & your second mistake was staying quiet when he so-graciously gave you a choice on how you wanted him.

"you're taking me so well, doll~" he praised with kisses on your arched back. you clenched around him when he said that, & his brow quirked up. "oh? you like that? you're squeezing so tight after i said that," he laughed. "you're such a pretty girl, all cock drunk just f'me~"

"st-stop it, you're b-being so-so mean," you sniffled but you didn't actually mean it... you were kind of a brat, but that's a secret you'd never tell. xoxo.

once you said that, he went more rough than before-- something you didn't realize was possible. you've creamed on his cock more times than you could count on your fingers with both your hands, yet he's only ejaculated once. the white stars started out as tiny dots, yet every time you came on dabi's thick, hard cock, they grew bigger. "g-gunna, i'm g-gunna... cu.. cum," you droned, letting the white stars overtake your vision, & all the sounds you hear became nothing more than a buzz. the only thing you could hear is dabi's laughter as you slowly slipped from consciousness. you squirted all over his cock -something you've never done before- then passed out. you went completely limp as subconscious sighs of pure hormonal ecstasy mixed with your heaving breath.

"uh oh, someone couldn't handle it," dabi tutted, yet he was still relentless as ever, make good of his promise to use you however he pleased. "what time is it?" he called out, & one of his men answered.

"hmm... i think it's about time for the show to begin then~" dabi said, petting your knotted hair as he scratched your scalp (all while he's still inside you, mind you). he came all over your ass a few moments later, then he carried you to his leather couch.

~~~

"where the fuck are we?" endeavor muttered as he stood in front of an abandoned movie theater.

"this is where the tip said dabi would be," his right hand man, hawks, told him. they were both in their tactical gear equipped with war-grade guns & knives at their disposal. soldiers rushed out the back of van in a single file line & they branched off to surround the building. some hid within the trees & branches, others crouched beside the doors to the building, but they were all waiting for one thing; endeavor's command. "should we try contacting (y/n) to see if she's heard anything?"

"we can't," endeavor said shortly, it would compromise the mission if they reached out to you before the designated time. you've agreed to have a twenty minute rendezvous with one of your "co-workers" every three days at three in the morning. your next scheduled rendezvous would be tomorrow.

his walkie-talkie buzzed off, & one of the squad captains said, "team one, in position."

"team two, in position."

"team three, in position."

"team four, in position."

endeavor, after hearing each captain, responded, "team zero, in position. take initiative in three... two... one...!" the burly man kicked open the main entrance door then pointed his gun around, using the flashlight to scan the area.

on his radio, he suddenly heard, "we've found something in theater nine!"

"hold your position, i am on my way. any surrounding teams make your way towards theater nine."

he stepped over debris, ignored any graffiti on the wall, & noted just how dark the atmosphere got the further he went down the corridor. down the hall was a glowing number nine above the very end left door. the fact that there was still electricity running through the building made him wonder how long dabi has been using this place for deliveries. it made him upset that he was right under his nose.

for years he's been hunting this man, this mafia who always seemed to be two steps ahead of him. now? now he had the upper hand. he has the newest, strongest equipment. his men were in the peak physical condition with reaction times as fast as f1 drivers. yet why was it this easy? he couldn't help but wonder.

endeavor reached theater nine, hawks close behind. the rest of his team stayed out of the room for look out. the other teams were already in the theater, fingers on their guns' trigger. it made a few of them jump when the projector started. "there's a man up there!" one yelled, & immediately endeavor turned over his shoulder to shoot at the projector window.

the bullet shattered the window, narrowly missing the shadowy figure. a team was already in pursuit, the captain speaking through their radio to let the others know. the projector was still running, & a voice caught endeavor's attention. his breath hitched, eyes narrowed.

"hello, endeavor~" greeted dabi, shirtless & coy as ever. "right on time, how did i know you were gonna be here?" he taunted, & endeavor noticed dabi's icy eyes darting down then back to the camera. all that was in frame was his upper half, a grand bookshelf in the background. his arm rested stretched out on the back his sofa. the other was in his lap.

"now before you leave & try to take this film for whatever, i wanna give you some peace in mind. my initial plan was just to blow all of you gullible fuckers up, but your cute little spy begged me not to, so you all better thank her. bad news though, you're not gonna see her any time soon," dabi sighed with fake sadness.

whispers erupted from endeavors soldiers. "(y/n)? is he talking about (y/n)?" "fuck... you don't think he..."

"don't get you panties in a twist, she's more than alright. i take good care of her. honestly, i should thank you for sending her right to me. when we get married, i might invite you to the wedding~" he cackled, & a cough was heard through the video. dabi suddenly looked down & yanked something, no, someone up. the back of your head was seen on the bottom of the camera.

"you fucker," endeavor cursed, even though it would fall on deaf ears. he couldn't tear his eyes away from the video. he wasn't even studying it anymore, he was just listening in disbelief.

"i made this movie to... send a message, i guess you could say," he shrugged nonchalantly. he looked back down to you, & his eyes softened. "c'mere, princess," he whispered, & as though you were hypnotized, you climbed atop his lap. "face the camera, show everyone how pretty you are~" & you did as you were told.

gasps filled the theater, nearly everyone looked away & took off their helmets. "oh, my god," hawks said in shock, it just slipped out. he looked at his -self-proclaimed- partner to gauge his reaction. endeavor couldn't tear his icy blue eyes away from the screen. he was as stiff as a statue, breath held.

the camera zoomed out, & there you were in dabi's bare lap, he held your legs wide open. your eyelids drooped, drool made your lips glossy, & you were practically limp in his hold. goops of cum seeped out of your puffy pussy, there was ropes of his semen covered your thighs & lower stomach. hickeys & hand-shape marks bruised your skin. instead of yearning eyes, begging for help, you had a nearly lovesick smile on your face. gently, dabi kissed your head, pecking down to your cheeks & he said hushed sweet-nothings into your ear.

"don't ever try to spy on me again, endeavor. & don't try to save (y/n), she doesn't need it. i promise i'll take such good care of her~"

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can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession · 6 months ago

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Murdoc with a spouse that loves and cares for him very much?

Murdoc with a very loving, and caring GN!S/O

Authors Note: I truly did not think I would get a request so fast, but I'm happy I did

[Other note: sorry is formatting weird, I'm doing this on my phone, cuz my internet on my laptops acting like a bitch. But I really wanted to start working on this.]

Requests: closed

Edited: No :,)

Pairing: Murdoc x GN!Reader

Phase: unspesified

I'll edit the text green tomorrow, rn I need to go to bed... also I might add more later but I am tired af

TW: Kinda angsty, murdocs got issues, swearing, jealousy, trust issues, mentions of murdocs drinking, unhealthy coping, bad communication, if I missed any do tell!

once more, love? who's that?

This man's never met them in his life

But seriously like I've mentioned before Murdoc does not handle kindness well

He doesn't think highly of people and often think they have bad intentions

So he often thinks people are either using kindness as some underhanded tactic

Or that their stupid cuz their nice

I feel like a broken record at this point but Murdoc was not raised in a environment that fostered an environment that encouraged him to care for others, it was kinda a man eat man world, and it made him very self centered

So he has a very hard time grasping at the idea of caring for anyone else but himself

And again same goes with being nice, in his world being nice got him no where so in his eyes those who are nice are incompetent

But either way nice people, caring people, love- make him mega uncomfortable and nervous

So his S/O like I've said in past he's break down some walls

when his S/O starts being real loving and caring at the start of the relationship, it honestly sets off alarmbells for him

He thinks your up to something your not, he's just paranoid

but another part of him soaks it up like a sponge

inflating his already inflated ego

he'll soak up praise and let you be as caring as you want, he's being treated like he deserves in his mind

that's until the voice inside his head starts spreading the little seeds of doubt

his trust issues bubbling up as your love is seeming more unconditional

It's unnerving really, people usually start acting less nice by now...

Your care is making him uneasy

And he'll cope at the start by making fun of you teasing you, and he has the tendency to take things to far at times

He can become aggressive if you make him feel too vulnerable too early in the relationship

it takes time for him to get used to more genuine love

He can't handle romantic or genuine intimacy

It scares him :(

So he copes HARD

Like it's sad to watch

Ways he copes: he thinks you doing things for him is you coming on to him, make fun of you if you say you love him, praise is met with teasing, ect

He doesn't nesisarly not like it, in fact if you stopped he'd get into his own head even more

And there is no short term solution, you just need to be patient and carful, he needs understanding and time

This is probably the first genuine relationship in his life

His relationship experience is mostly hook ups and hollow relationships that never lasted long

This is new and intimidating

The the shitty part is that he doesn't let you know that

His communication skills are trash and is scared to express his true feelings

Your kinda left to figure it out yourself(which isn't that much of an issue, it's obvious to his S/O that he has these issues with how he acts.

It's all about how you approach it, patience is key

As you break down these walls by continuously being there for him when he needs you, when his self destructive behavior gets the better of him

And he ends up piss drunk, hung over in the winnebago, relying on you to take care of him

It with times like these his trust in you grows and the more vulnerable he allows himself to be infront of you

And at some point you'll get their with all the walls broken(for you at least, he ain't letting anyone one else see him vulnerable)

And he'll be a greedy little bastard with your love

Honestly, your love turns him into a bit of a attention whore

But that comes at the price at him being intently jealous

Since a lot of walls had to come down at this point and Murdoc is generally just a very jealous person, he doesn't react well to what he perceives as someone receiving love that is ment for him

Acts like a piss baby, and saunters over and try and take the attention away from that insignificant person and on to him

He'll try and get you away from the person in a way that probably makes him look like a total dick and or if his actions get him in trouble or he can't separate you from the person he just pouts and whines as he attempts to get your attention

Once this man has S/O's love, I don't think he could live without it

"Love could you repeat that for me?" "I love you?" "Yeah, just like that, say it again?"

#murdoc x reader #gorillaz x reader #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz #murdoc niccals #murdoc niccals x reader #gorillaz murdoc #x reader #Murdoc needs to go back to his therapist

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assassin-artist · 2 months ago

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I like your Viltrumite OC and her dynamic with Conquest. They remind me of that meme where a cute girl ordered a beer and a tough guy ordered a sweet drink but the waiter gets their drinks mixed up so they have to switch them back.

I'm pretty sure you mean Yuki, right? Cuz the only time I've drawn Mercy (my only Viltrumite OC) with Conquest was when they were beating the shit outta each other, lol. I wondered why you assumed Yuki was Viltrumite, until I looked back at that drawing of her with Conquest and realized the overlay I put on top of it made her outfit very grey-and-white. Oops! A little bit of Yuki rambling below the cut if you're interested (:

She's not a Viltrumite! She's human, born and raised on Earth. Yuki is one of those OCs where I put her into every AU and every fandom I can feasibly stick her into, lol, so if you look at my Yuki tag then you'll see a loooot of different variations of her. She's usually a good person in every world bc "sunshine and optimism" is like the core of her character in every fandom, but in Invincible I decided I wanted her to be more neutral/self serving instead (: I've got Mercy to be the good OC who wants to protect people, now Yuki gets to be mischievous and work with the bad guys because they're fun company

She's my OC where I just decided that I can do whatever tf I want, so she's an OP mary sue that wins every fight and everyone fears/respects her and all that. Probably the main reason I don't post about her a lot, I know stuff like that isn't always that well received on tumblr. But I don't care that much, it's my art blog and I get to post my super self indulgent OC doodles if I want to..

Her basic lore in the Invincible-verse is that she's immortal and has been around for a few centuries (I haven't decided exactly how long, just at least 300 years or so). She can't come back from the dead like The Immortal can, she just has a healing factor so strong that it's incredibly difficult to do enough damage to actually kill her before she's already healed from it. She can teleport, and mainly uses her dual swords to fight with. I justify her being OP as hell with the fact that she basically doesn't interact with the main plotline, like, at all. She interacts with the characters, but she doesn't really get herself involved with what's going on in the world. She's just goofin off in the background

She basically just pops up out of nowhere, messes around with people, says some cryptic shit that nobody understands at the time but will look back on later and go "ohhh", and then disappears again. Silly jester of a woman that doesn't want to work for any organization because she has no respect for the law or governments, so she's willing to break the rules to do what she wants to do. Sometimes she works with criminals, sometimes she allies with the GDA, but most of the time she's considered an eccentric but unknowable entity.

I just really like the idea of her scaring the shit out of people by popping up behind them at random. The Guardians tell her to get out of their base in Utah but she's like "wait I want one of those donuts" and they just can't catch her. They stopped trying to kick her out years ago. She's kicking her legs up on Cecil's office desk and he just sucks it up bc he wants her help on a mission or something. Silly things like that (:

I like the idea of her hanging out with Conquest, because they're both very lonely people. Yuki, like Immortal, decided a long time ago to not get too close to other people because they both know they're going to outlive them all. So she has a very friendly and approachable personality, sure, but she keeps an emotional distance from everyone. Kinda pissing people off by always cracking jokes and never being able to have a serious conversation about anything. I think her and Conquest would have met before he came to Earth, idk how, I have yet to decide on that other than the fact that Yuki proooobably has gone to other planets before (somehow). I just want him to show up on Earth in season 3 to do his job and he sees her again and goes "what the hell. how are you here" and shes like "huh? this is my planet? what are you doing here?" spider-man pointing meme style

she's really just a daydream-only OC in her Invincible AU because I don't have any intentions of making set lore for her, I just do whatever is fun in the moment. and right now what's most fun is her pestering Conquest but he thinks it's funny and they both get some companionship for a little while

#my art #oc art #my oc #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #invincible #invincible oc #yuki akahoshi #conquest #conquest x oc #invincible conquest #ask answered #anonymous #allie rambling time

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chunkymamatam · 3 months ago

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Any juicy tea from obey me dr? how is living in the house of lemetation or devildom like? how did you spent nighttime there?

God.. These men are a pain in the ass to live with some times. I love them, I do, HOWEVER.. I need them to stop arguing. I'm trying to study and all I hear is something akin to the stampede scenes in Jumanji. It's just Levi yelling at Mammon for his money again.

I manage Mammon's money, so I have 2 of the cards on my person almost always but sometimes I hand it over to Lucifer cuz I am still just a human and realistically Mammon could just take it if he wanted to. the system is basically there's an account that his money goes into and then around 50% goes to his spending account, 25% to his savings account, and 25% goes to his dept paying account. 3 separate accounts, 3 cards, he only has one and I control the others (Via Lucifer's orders /pf). Now all of this context is important cuz why does bro approach me and demand I take off my shirt in the middle of the courtyard. I was flabbergasted and this mf goes "I know you have my cards and I know you hide things in your bras" starts unbuttoning my shit IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COURTYARD where it was VISIBLE TO EVERYONE if they just looked. Bro got 2 or 3 buttons down (Me trying to smack him away the whole time cuz really bro?) before Lucifer showed up with the cards and dragged bro away by his ear. I think it's important to state I'm not scared of Mammon and I wasn't scared during that whole interaction.

Anyway these mfs really just be doing shit to do shit. My days consist of D&D, studying, these assholes and their shenanigans and sleep. I'm having a good time. Its chaotic living there but I feel at home now that everything with Belph is settled.

#shifting realities #shifting to desired reality #reality shifter #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting community #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #shifting #shifters #shifter #shifting reality #desired reality #anti shifters dni #shiftinconsciousness #shifting stories #shifting to obey me

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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Just Breathe, Love. I’ve Gotcha

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Babies come unexpectedly. It’s one thing being alone…thank god he was there • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Implied Sex • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Illness / Nightmares / Mentions of Miscarriage & Other Pregnancy Scares

Requested by: Anon

Y/N stood anxiously outside the house she shared with Daryl as it was practically brand new after the rebuild of Alexandria. She still couldn’t believe she convinced him to live with her above the surface. Nothing wrong with the basement just that things were changing and they’ll need more space.

Daryl finished getting packed for their trip to The Kingdom to help them for a month, but as he approached his bike gesturing with his body language for Y/N to join him…she hesitated.

“Love, cmon. If we leave now we can make it before sunset”

“Uh I can’t get on your bike though”

“What?” Her saying that confused the man extremely. “You’ve ridden on my bike before, what’s stopping yea now?”

“Fuck uh” Just say it. Just say it. “It won’t be safe for me and the baby, Dar”

The silence grew until Daryl simply blinked at his partner before throwing his pack on and getting onto his bike driving off. Y/N frowns thinking he needed to get some air after that news but before she even turned around, Daryl turned his bike around bringing itself into the garage.

“Dar?” She frowns taking a few steps toward the garage when Daryl came running out dropping his pack on the way and instantly engulfing her in his arms.

Y/N instantly latched onto her partner hiding her face in his shoulder as she started to sob happily hearing Daryl go on and on about how excited this is going to be for them. They were finally safe from any and almost every harm the world can throw at them.

They were going to be alright

First Trimester

…Maybe

The longer you get to know Daryl, you start to pick up on some things he does. In this very moment Maggie noticed two when she thought the archer was simply coming to the Hilltop for the community trading. Daryl, just a little, stuck out his tongue when he was in deep focus looking around Maggie’s office in search for one of her pregnancy books and another thing he did was his tiny finger taps when he was anxious. He is a very secretive and normally good at camouflaging, going unnoticed.

But she wasn’t going to stand there long. Only making herself known when she figures out what Daryl is looking for. That the moment he reached for the pregnancy book in her bookshelf, Maggie stepped into the room entirely.

“Find what you’re looking for?” Maggie smiles watching Daryl drop the book quickly turning to her.

“Yeah”

“Are yea gonna pick it up and take it? Didn’t take you for a seahorse, Daryl” Maggie teased watching him pick it up giving her a look. “How come Y/N didn’t—“

“Nah stop right there” Daryl quickly shushed her. “She’s comin’ next week to tell yea herself and she will kill me if she learns you knew from me”

“Oh boy you already fucked up that’s why you’re saying such” She smiles fighting back a laugh and failing. “Who did yea tell?”

“Rick”

“Oh” Maggie gave him a surprised look that quickly morphed into confusion. “Why would she be mad at you for telling Rick? He’s your best friend, brother even”

“Nah it wasn’t cuz I told Rick. It was when we had JUST found out” Daryl went silent after such and it didn’t take Maggie much to connect the dots as she brought herself to lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Y/N is a very careful person. Your baby will make it and be absolutely perfect” She smiles at her friend before bringing him into her embrace feeling him tighten around her. “That baby is so so lucky to have you as a dad, Daryl. I can’t wait for you to experience it”

“Mags…”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve beaten yourself up about it enough and I know just saying that won’t make you instantly stop. But you’ve got to realize…we couldn’t have predicted what happen to have happened. Focus on the now Dixon” Maggie smiles parting from the man as he still hung his head low. “I won’t tell your partner that I know. But she better get her ass here soon so I can congratulate her”

Daryl returned back to Alexandria that night to find Y/N asleep on the couch after waiting a while for her man to come home. He set everything he was carrying down on the table as quietly as he could before approaching his girl and carefully picking her up. The action did cause her to stir just a bit but she didn’t care and brought her arms around his neck to secure her when he carried her upstairs.

“Long day?” She yawns out as he carefully places her on her side of the bed.

“A bit, sorry I was late” Daryl sat on the edge and took off his shoes as Y/N sat up enough to bring herself to lean against him until he was ready to climb into bed. “You gotta tell Maggie the news before it slips out of me” Which it already did.

“Mm. I have to go to get clippings from her for Alexandria’s gardens. Rick thinks we’ll have the water system done in about a month or two”

“You’re not allowed to overwork yourself, love” Daryl placed a kiss on her forehead before fully bringing himself to face her so he could kiss her completely.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him continuing to kiss her man as she brought herself to sit in his lap feeling his arms snake around her waist.

“What’s gotten into you, sunshine?” Daryl chuckles lightly to himself in between kisses feeling her get situated with her legs around his waist.

“Hormones.” Y/N giggles for a second before returning to her kissing. “You want me to stop?” She whispers only for Daryl to carefully bring her on her back onto the sheets as he towers her.

“No”

The next couple mornings were always spent sleeping in after the hours from the night before doing feeding into certain cravings.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, mamas” Daryl laughs kissing Y/N’s bare shoulder bringing himself to sit up watching his partner get up from their bed.

“Shouldn’t you be helping with the bridge plans this morning?” Y/N gave him a smile through the mirror above their dresser as she took one of his shirts slipping it on. “Instead of feeding my cravings” she continues to smile watching the archer get out of the bed shirtless in all his glory bringing himself behind her wrapping his arms around her.

“I’d always rather stay in bed with yea, than work” He chuckles kissing her temple. “‘Sides. We gotta tell Carol and Zeke the news”

“I’m still mad that you lied about not telling Mags. But thank you for getting the book…amongst other things” Y/N continued to smile as Daryl kisses her cheek before slipping away to get ready for the day leaving her alone for a moment.

Her smile faded when she opened the book to a part that talked heavily about complications. These “what to expect when you’re expecting books” have always been informative but Y/N never thought they’d be scary. Or feed into her fears.

It didn’t take long for Daryl to notice her sudden change in demeanor, especially on the drive to the Kingdom. He thought she was upset from their trip of 2 turning into five with Eugene, Rosita, and Rick tagging along. But she didn’t care about them joining and part of her didn’t talk about it with Daryl.

When they arrived, Y/N instantly got out of the car when she spotted Carol stepping out to greet them as Daryl tried to catch up but noticed his friend’s happy expression to the news falter only slightly until it went to warm reassurance when telling Y/N something. She soon pulled away from her to approach Daryl and hug the man.

“I’m gonna take your girl for a few hours.” Carol smiles still hugging Daryl as he instantly looked at Y/N for any sign that she was upset and all she gave was her usual smile that always struck him. “So don’t you dare come tracking us down.” She laughs pulling away from his embrace. “She’s in good hands, they both are”

Daryl trusted her, of course, but his worry still made him give his radio to Y/N knowing he’ll be with Rick when she’s gone and he always has one on him in case of emergencies.

“Be safe” He whispers kissing her cheek as she hums in response before going with Carol outside the Kingdom walls.

They soon found themselves seated behind a log after tracking down a small herd of deer as Y/N kept her eye on them with her hunting rifle in hand while Carol had her bow. She really kept her attention on her friend that glued her gaze on the buck.

What if something bad happens?

What if I get hurt and lose the baby?

What if I lose the baby?

Late term miscarriage?

Freak walker accident?

What if…

What if I die?

What if I die having the baby?

What if I need a c-section and it can’t be done?

What if—-

“It’s normal to be scared”

Her voice caught Y/N off guard in her thoughts as her emotions acted only by showing the tears form and roll off her cheeks. Carol frowns setting her bow down about to lay a hand to reassure her when a gunshot rang through and a thud echoed after.

The two were now looking at the buck Y/N had just shot down and as Y/N approached the down animal she noticed a deer and its baby run off.

I don’t want to leave Daryl and…fetus. I don’t want anything to happen to me Y/N sobbed and without any word from her end, Carol carefully brought her family into her arms holding her until she felt okay enough to go back.

Daryl wasn’t very helpful to the others when Y/N was gone. He honestly hope she had radio’d him so that he’d have an excuse to take off and find her. But she was okay when she came back. From what he gathered. When the two came back he offered to help prepare the meat but instead Carol brushed him off with a look to take care of his woman. Y/N didn’t say anything, didn’t even say anything to Carol, but he knew she just wanted him there in the moment.

Second Trimester

“I’ll be back in a week”

“I know. You still didn’t have to drop me off at the Hilltop like a daycare system”

“You get anxious alone in the house, sunshine. Rick and Michonne didn’t want you over because Judith is sick. Plus you’re helping Maggie with the garden layout designs.”

“Which you reminded me I couldn’t physical help with Hilltop’s” Y/N scoffs in a playful tone resulting in a smile Daryl wished to see from where he was at. Sadly the Sanctuary. “You’re missing out on a lot of movement…”

“She better calm the fuck down until I get there”

“Dead set on a girl?” Y/N smiles leaning against the headrest in the bed of the spare bedroom in the Barrington House, gently rubbing circles on her belly. “If that’s the case then, both your girls miss you.”

“I’ll be back to y’all soon”

“I love you, honey”

“I love you bee”

Y/N continued to smile holding the radio knowing she could continue the conversation with Daryl and he wouldn’t give a damn about his responsibilities at the Sanctuary just to continue for himself. He knew it was risky to take on the task of watching the shithole for a month, but both he and Y/N knew it was hard to say no to Rick. Though the biggest reason he said yes was knowing she wouldn’t give birth in the second trimester.

Shit can still happen but it doesn’t

Well, not literally.

Everything raced in Y/N’s mind as she watches Hershel Jr for an afternoon while Maggie gets a few things done for both her and her son, and the community she leads. Which included creating the farm plots outside the Hilltop walls as long as there were spikes protecting her home and the gardens.

“Your Uncle Daryl just loves seeing you, and I know he’s going to hog you when he arrives” Y/N smiles talking to Hershel Jr as he babbles while smiling up at his aunt. “You’re just…one happy little guy.” I miss Glenn she thought as she looked at his son feeling that awful anxiety return making her face contort to discomfort which the small child instantly took note of resulting in him mimicking her feelings. “No no no, I’m okay. You’re okay” she did her best at reassuring as she carefully picked Hershel up holding him protectively in her embrace quietly shushing his sobs.

A few hours passed and Maggie finally got a moment to herself as she plans to relieve Y/N of watching her son. But while she did expect Daryl to already be bothering his wife since he arrived an hour prior to her break, she was stopped by the archer.

“What are—-“

Daryl shushed Maggie quickly before showing that Y/N was asleep along with Hershel Jr happily laying on her enjoying the warmth she emitted. “Let’em sleep”

Maggie couldn’t agree more as she left him to admire the sight before she came back about an hour later for much needed baby time with her son.

When Y/N woke she noticed no baby and scrambled a bit too fast for her comfort resulting in her pause to hold her belly as Daryl instantly brought himself from the window to sit with her resting his hand over hers.

“Maggie got her son a bit ago. Didn’t wanna wake yea”

“You were supposed to wake me up when you got here” Y/N pouts only for her expression to instantly change to the bandage on Daryl’s thigh as she was instantly shushed by the man which was only going to make her angry.

“Nothin’ too serious just a bit of road rash”

“You spilled on your bike?!”

“Eh more like. Failed dismount” That rarely happens but one can imagine Daryl’s foot getting hooked onto his bike resulting in both him and the ride falling. Better than riding your bike and hitting a hole that sends you launching to your dea—-“Sunshine? You’re staring”

She really couldn’t help the tears that sprung on feeling Daryl’s calloused yet soft hands wipe them away when he noticed.

“I’m gonna be okay. Again, nothin’ serious” Daryl reassures, getting anxious when Y/N didn’t say another word on the matter but he knew she was thinking something. Her mind was never really one to be quiet. “Alright love, come here” he gestures for her to bring herself into his side leaning into him as he brought his arms around her, the hand in front of her instantly placing itself on her belly as she instantly brought her attention to such.

“She keeps kicking me in the ribs…but at least she’s positioned right”

“Good to know about the position…thing. But her kickin’ your ribs don’t sound comfortable”

“Want me to demonstrate?” Y/N jokes causing a small smile to break out when her man chuckled lightly to such before kissing her followed by a ‘no’. “Good. Shit sucks anyway”

Third Trimester

Daryl was already a hoverer. Now it was worse and a bit weirder. At least if you asked Y/N. She always found him somewhere in the room if he wasn’t right beside her and he’s really only hovering in case she “pops”. A word she now hates from what he uses it for.

“Siddiq is at the Hilltop. Should be back in the week in case you po—-“

“You have to stop saying that word. It’s weirding me out”

“Sorry” Daryl frowns watching Y/N struggle to get her shoes on and every time he tried to help, she would swat him away. Only frustrating the man who wants to take care of his pregnant wife.

The usual sigh of defeat is his indicator for him to go ahead and help.

“Do we have any pickles left?” Y/N asks with a pleading pout watching her man’s face change with his thoughts as he tied her shoes. “Or that jam Jerry made with his wife?”

“If this is another weird food combination, don’t make me try it” Daryl scoffs playfully but when he locked eyes with her she started tearing up and it was an instant shot through the heart. “No no please I’m sorry. I’ll try it if yea want me to”

“Yeah?” Her voice cracked watching him nod listening to him reassure her even if her mind was currently a pregnancy fogged mess.

While Daryl got up to get her her craving, Y/N felt that wave of anxiety, but with pain this time.

“Ouch” Y/N winced holding her belly and checking her watch that wasn’t totally rendered useless in the apocalypse where one can barely tell the time. It worked well for timing—-“Contractions?” She whispered to herself feeling the pain come suddenly the second time around. “Fuck.”

The archer didn’t come back immediately because her first “ow” followed by a few others, he didn’t hesitate to radio Siddiq or anybody in his vicinity to get him on. Once he was instructed on what to do while the doc makes his way over, Daryl stepped into the living room finding Y/N flinging her shoes off with a bit of struggle as she gripped her stomach.

“We gotta get you ready”

“Fuck off” She whined. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing” she cries when another painful contraction hit, making Daryl come to her side trying to help her up hoping their bed would make it more comfortable. But she immediately fought him making her cry more when she thought she had hit him too hard.

“Y/N. I’m gonna carry you”

“You’re gonna drop me”

“I’m not”

“But I’m fucking HUGE and in PAIN. You’re only going to irritate me”

“Well that ain’t new. You used to push me off the bed” Daryl scoffs not caring anymore about the love taps he was receiving when picking up his partner.

“Because you are a human heater! But then I’d start sobbing” She states, already doing so as she held onto Daryl when he carried her. He debated taking her to the infirmary instead but she’s fighting him just from moving her from the couch to the bed. It would’ve been worse going from the house to the infirmary.

“I’ve gotcha, love”

“You’re gonna drop me”

“Do you want me to drop you?”

“No!”

“Then I’m not” Daryl tried to fight back his laughter when he finally got her to bed, adding his pillow with her several ones to have her sit up. “I gotta radio Siddiq see where he’s at”

“Please don’t leave me” Y/N sobbed holding onto his arm as she curls up a bit when another contraction struck. Daryl held her arm feeling her nails dig into his as it only made his anxiety worse, imagining what hers was.

“I ain’t going anywhere love” Daryl reassures as he had his radio on him.

The entire time Daryl was on the radio trying to get an ETA on Siddiq, Y/N laid there uncomfortable as the tears build up thinking the worse possible things that could happen without a doctor or at least someone who’s delivered babies being there. She loosened her grip when he started to pull away only to get the things needed that Siddiq was telling him from the other side.

“Siddiq is close and he’ll come straight here” Daryl states setting towels down on the side of the bed by her feet. “Yea need anything? Y/N?” He frowns watching her hold her belly protectively. “Hey? Love—-“

“It’s gonna hurt…I-It’s already hurting but once she’s—-“

“Yeah but once she’s out then it’ll get—-“

“Oh it won’t be the same. It won’t be the same” Y/N started to laugh nervously concerning Daryl a bit given she was still crying and her contractions were getting closer. “What if I tear?!”

“Stitches”

“What if I bleed too much and—-“

“We’ve talked about that but not in the sense of this” He gestures to the situation. “We have solutions to these problems”

“Not if I die!” Y/N snaps suddenly and before Daryl could even reassure that anxiety, Siddiq knocked on the door making himself present along with other supplies needed.

It was about time and Y/N wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready this entire pregnancy because of everything that could go wrong and how much pain it’s going to become. Her grip on Daryl worsened, at this point he thought she was going to break his arm.

“You have to push on the next contraction, Y/N. Okay?” Siddiq’s words just went straight through her head, all she felt was the pain and Daryl’s hand squeezing hers. Which led to—-

“I-I can’t…” She sobbed to Daryl as he gently brushed away the hair sticking to her face. “It’s hurting and it’s getting worse. What if—-“

“Hey…just breathe, love” Daryl reassures bringing his free arm around her shoulders looking only at her as if it was only them in the room. “Breathe with me, alright?” And so she did while squeezing his hand every breath that was difficult to fulfill. “You’ve got this, sunshine. Just a few more then a lifetime with our girl”

Oh how the pain was all worth it in the end, and the anxiety simply slipped away…

The soft cries filled the room and both of their eyes were drawn to the little girl being held up wrapped in a towel. Y/N started to sob as Daryl pulled away for just a moment to cut the cord before being handed their daughter. He was already teary-eyed but now the archer was sobbing when he held their daughter and finally handed her to her mother.

Just breathe Y/N smiles through tear filled eyes at their little girl. Oh this beautiful little girl she held her close gently placing a kiss to her forehead.

“You did perfect, mamas” Daryl kisses Y/N’s forehead feeling him bring himself back to holding his partner as she held their little one.

“Thank you…”

“For?”

“For helping me bring this beautiful little girl to the world”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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misteria247 · 9 months ago

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A continuation of Jimmy being terrible at flirting cuz they rot my brainnnn-

Okay so I mentioned that the horrible flirting goes on for a hell of a long time. Part of it is because Jimmy's a fucking train wreck who can't just say haha I think you're hot Turner wanna go on a date? But the other part is that Timmy can't figure out if Jimmy's flirting is genuine or if he's possibly having a stroke. It doesn't help that like Timmy's already come to terms that he's stupidly head over heels in love with this idiot.

Timmy while good at flirting himself, can't for the life of him figure out when someone's romantically interested in him. Like this boy for all his emotional strong points and whatnot can't seem to process it when it's directed at him. So here's Jimmy desperately trying to flirt while Timmy's like-

"Haha thanks buddy you're a great friend!"

Because he's as dense as a fucking rock. Leaving them in this weird in between of will they won't they. It goes on for ages, until finally Timmy gets a revelation from the most unlikely places.

He gets it from his parents.

He's just sitting at the table one day, SpongeBob's making krabby patties while Cosmo and Wanda are just hovering over Timmy. Cosmo gives his wife a look and goes-

"Are you a baker cuz you've got a nice set of buns hun~"

And Wanda she's giggling and swatting at her husband saying to quit it. And Timmy's he's watching his father's lame attempts at flirting and thinks-

'Ugh Cosmo's flirting is something. Maybe he took a page out of Neutron's book-'

And immediately it hits him like a fucking brick to the face. Like I'm talking Timmy just freezes in his seat, eyes going wide, jaw dropping kind of deal. Just thinking about all of Jimmy's weird behavior as of late and analyzing everything he's said to him and long story short he tips his chair backwards and fucking falls out of it and onto the floor. Que his parents startled shouts and SpongeBob busting into the room asking what's wrong only for Timmy to shout in a high pitched voice full of nervous awe and disbelief-

"HE'S BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THIS WHOLE TIME OMFG ARE YOU KIDDING ME-"

This moron proceeds to go from giddy, to awed, to dumbfounded to nervous wreck in the span of a minute. Honest to God scaring his friend and parents. Once he's processed it he immediate does what he does best.

Avoid it till he figures out what the fuck he's gonna do and how he's gonna approach this entire situation. And you'd think that Timmy realizing this whole thing would help things out a bit but NOPE.

Instead it's worse.

Because Timmy flirts back and it's nervous like and now Jimmy's the one who's confused and floundering. The tension is thick, so much so that everyone's finding it hilarious and obnoxious.

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strippinjimmy · 2 years ago

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how about leon bringing up recording him and female reader having sex all the time and she finally says alright fuck it let’s do it and they film themselves and the whole time he can’t stop talking and praising her bc he’s just so excited and aroused. like he’s just telling her what to do, wanting to change positions to record new angles, and she’d eventually take the camera/phone and film him while instructing him on what to do and he goes crazy for it. like his mouth falls open and he’s blushing and whimpering as she tells him to stroke himself while staring up at her??

she look like a star, but only on camera—

your brain holy shit // no proper aftercare because i can't come up with anything cuz of some assignments that were long overdue I'M SORRY have some crumbs // 18+ MDNI // sex tape, voyeurism, deepthroating, blowjob, striptease, mild degradation and praise, femswitch!reader switch!leon (can be any leon lol) // (NOT PROOFREAD, lmk if i've made a mistake) 780+ words, 4.5k chr.

"It'll be one for the books," Leon placed a hand on your shoulder tilting your back to face him, arousal and desperation were apparent in his eyes, giving you that puppy-like look. "It's only a matter of time before they call me back for another mission. Please?" He pleaded. "Fine, fine. Only because you asked nicely." You groaned a little, only pitying him for those hellish missions they assign him— or that you've been more than eager to try it out, you were just too scared to approach him about it. Leon was more than surprised at how you complied, but he didn't want to lose the chance.

He quickly grabbed your phone, clicking the camera icon before hitting record, licking his lips at the mere sight of you stripping infront of the device, maintaining eye contact with Leon. "Yeah.. like that." His voice was hoarse, thick with anticipation with each passing moment. You threw each layer off to the floor until you were fully exposed, never looking back at the mess you made.

Getting on your knees infront of Leon as he stared at you from the screen. Your hands tugged on his fly before unzipping it, sliding it past his knees down to his ankles. He'd managed to capture that look on your face everytime his length unravels from being tucked away, glistening with globs of pre trailing down the shaft; your eyes never fail to widen at the endless thoughts of treating him, every time you admire his cock would be just like the first time you did. .

Though lightly intimidated, you licked your lips before pressing it against his tip, looking into his eyes while sliding your mouth up and down across his length. Your mouth turned back to the tip, slowly but surely taking each inch in. "Yeah.. such a good girl, mhm.." He moaned assuredly. Leon had to lean back a little — one hand pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail while the other held the phone, leaning against the headboard to better the view on the recording.

Thrusting you in, chanting endless 'you can take it's while your eyes bulged, tears flooded down your face while your mascara turned your skin ashy. You quickly got up the moment you felt his grip on your head loosen, turning around to lie on your back while your mouth was left open, Leon immediately understood what you were going for, his cock slowly but surely had been reaching your throat. "Hungry fuckin' cockslut, taking me nicely— so fuck-ing well." He growled, pushing further in you, making sure the camera caught your throat bulge over his cock deep in you. "Fuuuuck, y'gonna take it.." He panted, roughly thrusting into you, feeling your throat flare over his length. "Fuck! Gonna cum, oh- fuck, fuck!" Leon gritted his teeth, feeling himself tense up as his orgasm came washing over, slimy spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat before pulling out, slapping the tip on the roof of your mouth before pulling back. "My perfect little girl," He cooed, you coughed up for a moment or two before pulling yourself together, as well as Leon.

"My turn-" You purred, grabbing the phone from Leon before sitting infront of him, heightening yourself just so you could watch all of him. Hitting record, you instructed him. "Want you to touch yourself." You murmured behind the phone, watching Leon raise his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Hm? But baby—"

"Touch yourself for me." You demanded.

"Whatever you say.." He strained his words, watching his dick grow hard just over the mere thought of all of this going on had gotten Leon feeling giddy again. He palmed himself, watching you record everything. "L-like this, baby? Like what you see?" He mumbled, clearly excited over your plan. "Exactly.. exactly like that, yeah." You nodded in approval. Leon's eyes darted around the room before staring into the camera, he'd just stare at you from below, savoring your naked body while he touched himself, hands wrapped around the length, stroking himself. "Mmh, baby.. wanna touch you." He murmured, eyes glossed with desperation. "Not yet—" You replied with a smug tone.

"Hm-hngh.. wan' you.. touch.. mmh.." He babbled incoherent pleas, his voice only getting coarser each and every second he got closer and closer. "Fuck.. mmh yes.. ngh.. g'nna cum again.." His mouth was slightly agape, muttering sweet nothings to himself as he shot up a thick load all around his abdomen. "Fuck..! Hah.. you.." He panted, looking up into your eyes like a lost puppy. "Mmh.. Did I do good?" He asked, still catching his breath. "So good, my good boy.." You cooed, rolling down the bed to watch the masterpiece of a video you two just made.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon smut #posts

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i-yap · 1 year ago

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Disorders batboys s/o have( dick and jason ver)

Im a psychology student and i think everyone in this world has some symptoms if not full blown disorders. I also struggle with GAD and I have worked in 2 psychiatric hospitals so far in one I got a lot of readings+ 2 months , 8hrs on weekdays hospital shifts in 4 sectors. I don't mean to offend anyone but if you have a certain disorder it does determine a lot of your personality traits and therefore make you incompatible with certain types of people. this is just a " oh I think the batboys could take care or be compatible with someone with this disorder enough to not hamper their healing "

Anyways..(im so scared to post this)

Dick grayson- mood disorders (major depressive diroder. bipolar disorder, seasonal depression, burnout)

Dick is this silent mother hen sort of figure. he loves taking care of others, it fills him with altruistic feelings and helps him feel needed. Someone with a mood disorder needs someone they can go and be sad with without feeling judged. Dick understands that burnt out feeling really well. He understands how sometimes you just want to let your feelings go through you. He is warm sunshine personified, joyful calm and reliable. He likes taking care of you, the small quiet moments. He will find small personal ways to make your mood a little more bearable however he can without overwhelming you.

"he comes back from his crime fighting to find you in bed. he recognizes your mood instantly. slowly approaching you and gently kissing you awake .

"hey baby ", "youre back dickie" "mhm how long have you been in bed?" " I don't know" "I'm starting a bath, would you like to join me" "I don't really feel like moving" "ill carry you" ."

Jason todd- anxiety disorders ( generalized anxiety disorder(gad), phobia, panic attacks, separation anxiety disorder(sad))

gad- the fact that jason literally fights crime every night and is super impulsive/doesnt care about his safety, so seeing you almost ripping your head off from worry for him not only warms his heart ( he thinks you hate him and struggles to believe that YOU could give someone like him any attention but here you are) but also makes him take better care of himself for your sake. he hates seeing you worried but he loves calming you down. holding your hands tight, replecating meditation style breathing and mindfulness practices. kissing you overthinking head. hugging you when you stress cry, giving you massages.

Phobia- he understands triggers better than anyone else, he will be your big bad protector making sure to help you avoid the item that's causing you phobia. holding your hand and hiding you behind him if you have social anxiety, making sure to avoid triggering environments if you have agoraphobia, killing all snakes in the world if you have a phobia of them( he seriously suggests it but you stop him cuz it'll hurt the ecosystem)

Panic attacks- he has them too, either you have learned a way to deal with them and teach him or he has learned a way to deal with them and helps you . if he hasn't before meeting you, he has a new much stronger motivation to learn techniques or medication that can help deal with them for your sake and therefore also accelerate his healing

seperation anxiety-.. he has it too so like.( ik its more common in kids but adult sad is also a thing) both of you are clingy, its a win win for you two , fuck the rest of the world

again this is just my opinion okay? don't make mental health a taboo , if this post was about batboys x blind! y/n no one would have an issue. mental health is a condition and sometimes its out of our control, it depends on so many factors. Its nothing to be ashamed or scared of.

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 20 days ago

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I'm all of a sudden really interested in spiders. Might I have one about a Spider-Toon reader x either Connie or Shelly? Connie, because I can imagine the reader being released around Halloween and put in an episode with Connie, cuz they're both spooky themed. Shelly, because I'm pretty sure a spider toon won't sit well with parents. Leading to them making stuff up about them and telling their children.

(probably just gonna be "the giant spider is will bite you and spiders are dangerous, remember?")

This will eventually lead to spider reader being avoided by children, some running away. Slowly being forgotten, only being remembered as some monster.

I think at this point, Shelly might notice and might relate a bit? not the "being seen as some monster" (yet), just "being slowly forgotten," at which point they can both comfort each other or smt.

Spider Reader With Connie And Shelly!

Hey, dear!! I did both, since I did say you can request up to 4 characters in my pinned, haha, while this took longer, I wrote for those two! I hope I did this right? I got kinda motivated for this one too sksks- here you go, thank you for requesting! <3

I remember reading a theory on Twitter about Shelly potentially scaring kids with scary dinosaur/prehistoric life facts (like with Toodles and kinda Scraps) and also maybe the way she explains it might make kids bored or make them uninterested even though she is so passionate about it all and it hurt sksksksk

-Anna

-You still remember how excited you got when Halloween came around, it was the time where you would be introduced to the kids and the special episodes would come out where it included you as well! You really hoped the kids would find it fun, would you gain any fans? Would some kids think that you are cool? You could only hope and wait as those episodes released and Gardenview had gotten special decorations and your own floor with the rest of the Halloween toons! You couldn't wait to greet the kids or even see them having fun with various activities on the special floor!

-But once it opened and the kids came flooding in, you noticed that.. you didn't particularly have any fans. They would swarm around Connie or your other Halloween friends instead, it.. really hurt. Did you do something wrong? You acted normally and kind during the episode.. you didn't know, you were confused which turned to you being very upset as you would watch as kids visibly feared you if they happen to pass by you or anything. They would cheer at the others or even at Connie about how cool she looked and her ability to turn invisible while you just watched. Safe to say that you isolated yourself to not witness any more of that.

-You hid and just.. wished this day would just end already and of course all the other days, this whole thing would be for a whole month before you and the others would have to be put somewhere for a whole year, until the next Halloween. It wasn't like many noticed, Connie and your friends did but they needed to tend to the overly excited kids for now before they come find you, especially if it was the first day and you know how kids get excited for this stuff, even being dressed for the special floor with so many activities. You really wished kids didn't fear you or thought you looked so creepy, wasn't that the point of this event? To look scary? Were you too much? Was it your fangs..? Your eyes..? Was it the floor's lighting making you look creepy?? You didn't know.

-Once the day was over and the Halloween toons went to their rooms, Connie tried.. er.. kinda entered your room to check up on you. What? You didn't get up to answer her or anything when she knocked! She gently poked your back as she asked if you are okay and sat besides you, hands on her face as she rested them on her lap. Eventually you told her all about it, no one really approached, they were actually creeped out by you, was it because you were a bug? Were bugs that disgusting to kids..? She thought about it and just sat besides you, gently patting your back. She listened to you talk about it all, watching as you cried. While she didn't have the best advice, she did told you that she has an idea for tomorrow. You trusted her even if you didn't feel confident about it at all.

-The next day you watched as other different kids would come visit though it wasn't until Connie randomly appeared besides you and placed an arm around your neck and just hunched forward, floating in the air. Her arm felt cold around you as you slightly shivered though she just waved with a sneaky smile at the kids coming to see her. Many swarmed around you, others hesitated before walking up towards you both. It got you holding your breath, as you couldn't really read their expressions.. at least they didn't look so.. scared. Concerned? Might be the right word?? Connie just looked like her confident self as usual.

-Connie just introduced you to the kids so they aren't so afraid of you. She said that you are the best spooky Halloween toon as you creeped them out which made the kids slowly agree, you couldn't help but shyly smile at them and watch as they warmed up to you. You figured that either their parents said anything to them, maybe thinking that.. you are going to do harm?? But no? Or it could be that some kids didn't manage to see the episodes and just came running here in Gardenview whenever they could. In the background, you saw Delilah with her crossed arms as she looked around, observing, her eyes landed on you and Connie as she noticed the amount of kids around. She seemed relieved before turning to say something to Arthur, who nodded with a smile.

-After that, you would even have your own fans! Some kids legit thought you were a really cool looking toon and a few even expressed how they really wanted to meet you after seeing the episodes, it genuinely made you feel happy. Some kids that visited even were fans of bugs and thought your fangs look so cool and fitting for Halloween, keeping the spookiness high around here. Thankfully, a lot of parents calmed down and allowed their kids to even visit you and interact with you, seeing how you interacted with the kids nicely and seemed fun. You didn't look dangerous or anything, even if it seemed that way, it was all a misunderstanding!

-Connie just kept an eye out for you as she smiled. She was glad to help you out and you have this new respect for her. She still likes to check up on you after the days, even if she enters in the most unhinged ways, though you clearly learned to expect her to come. You two chat and just catch up and just have fun together doing random things or even just wishing each other goodnight. (Does she even sleep..?) You are eager to thank her properly once the Halloween event ends in Gardenview and none of you are tired every single day from kids visiting, always wanting to make sure everyone has a fun time here.

-It really did made you happy, watching as kids come up to you with these cute costumes, it made you smile. You would even walk around, watching as many of them participated in lots of activities around, having laughs or even getting spooked by some decorations or hidden pranks. You liked to visit your other friends and even interact with the kids together with them, making sure they have fun or even take a picture as you try to pose as best as you can for the kids to keep these memories with them. Some kids even has the courage to hug you, it really melted your heart as you pat their heads with a smile.

-After this, you tried your best to come with a gift for Connie, since she helped you so much and made sure you felt okay after a tiring day. She likes to keep it in her room, even if it has like.. nothing much. She likes to keep it safe there and pats your head as she thanks you for the gift, finding it adorable. You and her definitely grow even more closer after this whole experience and she has fun whenever you are around. It has become a daily thing of you two just hanging out and doing all sorts of things together to pass the time, until the next Halloween event.

-You definitely were not the most popular, having very little to no fans at all, you would watch as kids went to other toons, excited to see them and be fine interacting with them while they didn't even dare approach you. Kids are brutal, staring constantly with fear in their eyes or even straight up crying, you always went away to hide from them when they acted like this towards you, upset that your appearance always caused them to act like this, it wasn't like you could change your appearance or anything nor your features. It affected you greatly.

-The mains were always the most popular out of everyone, they would almost always get all the attention from the other toons, well.. could you really blame them? They were so much cooler and interacted with the kids like it was nothing. It's like they knew exactly what to do or say, even comforting those that weren't feeling the best too, always making sure they had fun and had a smile on their little faces. Even if they had so many fans, they would handle it so well, you kept wondering if you could ever do the same for the little fans.

-There was someone.. who wasn't as popular like the rest, someone who still had fans yet her floor would be often empty. Someone who was a main too. It was Shelly. Shelly would always be kind and supportive, she would teach about dinosaurs and prehistoric life in a passionate way, her floor having a few fun activities you find yourself liking. You.. couldn't really say the same to the children, though. You watch as they would get bored or want to see other "better, more fun" mains. You know the smile she forced way too well, it was painful to witness.

-When the time for Gardenview to almost close for the day came closer, Shelly would actually have already started taking care of her floor as no visitors were there, next to her toon handler. Funnily enough, it was either her floor or your room where you hid from everyone else, even the toons. Shelly's floor would be your usual pick as you don't like to hear the toons being called out of their rooms because a kid wanted to meet them, no one really picked you. At least her floor, you could hide somewhere and you would listen to Shelly's soft and passionate voice as she talked about dinosaurs or anything else, while not aware to the kids, you definitely would catch the way her voice got a little lower or slower as she tried to stay positive about everything if the reactions weren't the best.

-Once, you managed to fall asleep in the corner you stay at, behind some boxes with plastic fossils inside for the kids to dig out of. A small high pitched scream woke you up once as Shelly found you and totally didn't expect you to hide there. Her toon handler came rushing before relaxing at the sight of another fellow toon, her handler went back to work as Shelly gently asked why you are hiding there. She remembers your name and isn't really afraid of you, she saw you as another friend of hers like the rest of the toons. You.. hesitated to answer, you felt like telling her but at the same time you didn't want pity. You just told her that you are fine and you just wanted to sleep. Before she could question you with concern, you made your way out of there, saying that you will get some sleep in your own bed now and apologized for scaring her. Shelly could only watch with worry.

-This interaction stayed with her, she knew you weren't the most popular at all, it wasn't like Shelly really watched you interact with a fan or anything now that she recalled it. That made her frown instantly, she had a lot of questions too but she knew it would be too much to ask you everything. Like.. why were you on her floor? Why not on your room? Was something on her floor she missed or anything? She felt worried that you were also hiding from everyone.. is that why you didn't go to your room? The poor girl overthinks instantly, she even talks about to her toon handler when no one is around, knowing she can rely on her.

-The next time she spots you around, she waits until the day is over before slowly heading to your hiding spot, only to not find you there. She looked around and found you in another hidden spot. You notice her but don't have the energy to get up or anything, everything just hurt you at this point, watching as everyone else had fans and kids were disgusted by you no matter what you did. She walked closer slowly as she had a worried expression but you just looked away a bit annoyed, you hated being pitied. Even though Shelly wanted to ask you things, she slowly sat next to you and just waited in silence. The more she looked at the place and felt the floor, she must have realized just how uncomfortable it is for you sitting here for so many hours, even the whole day.

-Shelly feels like she knows you will avoid her if she asks about you so she offers if you want to hear some facts instead. She then immediately froze as she looked away, thinking that it's probably not the time at all and was about to apologize to you, though, you saying a quiet yes made her pause before giving you a small smile. She really is passionate for this sort of thing and you find yourself listening to her, you find that it's easy to digest and understand, she probably did it that way so the kids can understand better. You really find yourself wondering about why Shelly isn't more popular with the kids yet you just sit and listen, finding yourself being distracted from all those negative thoughts for a good while.

-As time went on, you found yourself always on her floor and she would always go to your spot to talk and chat with you, even bringing you food if you don't want to interact with anyone else. You didn't dislike them but you didn't have the energy to eat with them or anything. You found comfort in her presence and you open up to her one day about everything, making some of Shelly's thoughts and questions finally have an answer. She felt so sad for you and it showed in her expression. Shelly.. opens up to you about how similar it feels to her as well, finding herself relating to you a lot. Yes, she had few fans but even they got fewer and fewer as they gain an interest in other cooler or more interesting toons.

-You and her definitely grow closer as time goes on, she invites you to do activities with her, away from everyone else if you want. Whether it's teaching you fossil digging or reading books along with you, getting you a matching pair of a dino costume or anything else, you find yourself joining and going along with her. It takes a while but you finally have a smile on your face, it makes Shelly smile as well and feel proud. She really finds comfort in your presence and company too and she hopes to spend more time with you in the future as well. She always makes sure you feel okay and taken care of and she is very happy she got to know you better and better. Shelly really hopes you have future fans and she hopes she can help you and support you as much as she can.

Thank you for reading! <3

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bomber-grl · 1 year ago

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Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Leo was most definitely intimidated by you at first sight 😭

I mean all attractive people are, not to mention how mysterious and cool you seemed

Leo knows a baddie when he sees one

Well anyway, the only way the two of you could have possibly crossed paths was by someone else or you orchestrating the whole thing

Ofc again, it’s my girl Annabeth

She’s been at camp the longest and has a reputation so ofc she’s the one who always introduces reader and love interest

Well, it was only after annabeth needed help from the Hecate cabin and Leo was involved because he was the problem

An invention of his went rogue (luckily not because he built it wrong) but yk

Well once you do annabeth thanks you in her own way and when Leo has the chance to speak he just..can’t?!!

I mean not only do you seem cool but gah damn u look like a goth baddie

Home boy is stunned and can only manage a stupid as joke/ pick up line which even he asks himself, why???

Well while hes internally committing he heard the least expected thing

Which was you of all people laughing

You’re usually quiet and kept to yourself so seeing you like this was like when the clouds move and lets the sun shine in-

Cringe ahh mf , really this generations Shakespeare

Well he’s so shocked then the two of you just stand there like 🕴️🕴️

And if he manages to have his inventions go rogue every other day and needs your help specifically, well let’s just say it’s a coincidence

The two of you inevitably get close and the more he hangs out with you the more he falls in love

On surface level you’re dark, mysterious and most of all, intimidating

But now? You’re so easy going, it’s like the two of you have known each other since fetus days

Eventually you two get together because of an adventure that ended with you two getting closer and more open.

Once Leo is your boyfriend- he’s insufferable

I mean he’s his usual goofy, flirty(?) self and he’s so cringe but you love it all the same

Best believe Leo is head over heels for you and when it comes to your magic and stuff he’s particularly keen

especially when you randomly give him a crystal necklace for whatever reason and suddenly you hear Leo going around camp casually mentioning that his witchy s/o got him something

Which, yk endearing but still a lil embarrassing

Leo is always there to help you when you’re making potions, spells, it doesn’t matter

I mean at times he’s a bit spooked at what you can do but he’s still by your side regardless

Now, when it comes to your family on your Greek side- he’s scared

I’m mean, you’re probably scared too depending on if you’re a guy considering how basically every daughter/ female family of Hecate hates men

(You’re probs exempt cuz ur mom Hecate but still)

Bro is spooked, he does NOT want to be a guinea pig

And speaking of your mom, Leos timbers and shivered at the thought of meeting her and her not liking him

I mean it’s not all that important but depending if you’re especially fond of your mom then he’s shivering and timbering

Anyway, Leo is so lucky to have you by his side especially since sometimes he can forget how strong you are

(Also ik hecate is a minor goddess in the books and her children are shown to be weak but i refuse to acknowledge that as child of Hecate)

If you ever try and read his palm or do his birth chart he’ll probably just nod along and not know what you’re talking about 💀

Gotta love Leo

And if any animals that are sacred to Hecate approach you two he’s scared shitless (looking at you snakes)

Not to mention how crows can literally speak, no thank you

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blurredpurplemint · 1 year ago

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Ooo can u do jealous bi han scenario/one shot?

i didn’t have inspiration at first but it suddenly came to me, like, ok why not. was supposed to be short but is kinda more than i anticipated (0.4k words). lot of dialogue cuz i suck at description lol. not proof read (will do it later, maybe, i’m tired, its 3 am, i have school, i’m talking way too much, gn)

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you've been tasked with organizing the cleaning tools and supplies as it's your responsibility to take care of cleaning the backyard today.

while absorbed in the task, you failed to notice someone entering the room.

“so this where you were…”

caught off guard, you dropped what you were holding.

“by the gods! you- wait. how did you know i was there?”

“unimportant.”

you sighed as you picked up what you had dropped.

“i swear you almost scared me to death…”

“death may be imminent for you depending on your answer to my oncoming question.”

you paused, reflecting on his words with closed eyes and furrowed brows, then shook your head.

“ok… what have i done?”

you replied as you continued with your task.

“don't assume I overlooked your actions with that foolish monk.”

you quickly turned around to gauge his expression, and you could discern his anger beneath the mask. the least you could said was that you were doomed.

“who? raiden?”

“the other foolish monk.”

in an instant, everything made sense in your thoughts.

“ohhhh… kung lao! haha…”

“is this amusing to you?”

“it's just that... i don't understand what you're accusing me of.”

“quit feigning ignorance; you know exactly what I'm referring to.”

you huffed.

“if only!”

you pivoted entirely to confront him.

“why not be more direct about what I've done wrong? it could help us make progress. just saying.”

“what was the reason for him holding you earlier?”

“ohhhh…”

you recalled the events from this morning.

“explain.”

you waved your hand at him, dispelling his concerns.

“it was nothing; i just lightly twisted my ankle, that's all.”

“what?”

he nearly rushed to you, but you halted him in his tracks.

“bi-han, i said "lightly." it was truly nothing, just a slight twinge of pain. that's why kung lao got a bit carried away and assisted me.”

he huffed, swiftly raising his chin in disdain.

“he didn't just assist; he practically enveloped you.”

“if you had witnessed the entire scene, you would have observed me leaping out of his arms.”

“i should consider tearing his arms off for this.”

“huuum, sexy~”

“alright, I'm done dealing with your attitude.”

you began to laugh at his irritated expression, prompting a deadly glare from him. he then turned away to leave.

“oh come on! don't give me the cold shoulder now!”

you spoke amid laughter.

he halted, slowly pivoting to cast upon you the most exasperated expression.

“oop- no pun intended!”

his sigh was so deep and prolonged it caused the room temperature to plummet by at least five degrees which elicited a shiver from you.

you shrugged apologetically, wearing a sorry smile, and approached him slowly. softly chuckling, you ran your hand over his torso, eliciting an eye roll of annoyance from him due to your feeble attempts to soothe his nerves. he subtly made sure you weren't limping.

“don't be upset with me. you're well aware that I have no interest in him.”

he didn't respond but glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow, prompting a smile from you. you couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

“you are incredibly cute when jealousy surfaces, grandmaster.”

“i am not.”

“oh yes, you are!”

you spoke as you gently tapped his torso.

“whatever you stance, i’ll leave you to it. i have duties to fulfill.”

he said as he walked past you, intentionally bumping into you to clear his way. you let out a small whine in response to his abruptness.

“bi-han! we are not done here!”

“in my perspective, we are.”

you sighed, crossing your arms. you knew he was thickheaded before, but now he's just downright childish.

you watched him leave, but he suddenly halted in his tracks and spoke without turning back.

“i will meet you tonight… we’ll dine out.”

you gasped in excitement, placing your hand over your mouth to suppress your laughter.

“ow… you big softie <3”

he grunted and shook his head, immediately regretting his statement.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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Uuuh uuuh uuuuh I got a request!

Remember that drabble you did about Mc from the new obey me game keeping a painful distance from the brothers cuz they are not the same brothers as the one form the og game?

What about a reversed perspective for this one?

How does the brothers feel about an mc who's clearly into them and clearly keeping distance?

obn!brothers reacting to a distant mc

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: oooh this was so fun! and i really think that they'd just think mc was a freak lololol. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come stop by!

please please please reblog

➳ lucifer just doesn’t understand. sure, it’s not like he wants this random demon to be all buddy-buddy with him and his brothers, but sometimes you act in the oddest of ways. sometimes you seem to be able to practically read his mind, leaving him with a strange sense of familiarity, but other times you won’t even look him in the eyes. he knows he can be harsh, but surely it wasn’t to that extent, right? it’s not like he wants you to be buddy-buddy with them, but he has to admit he wants to see that sadness leave your eyes when you look at them.

➳ mammon scratches his head. that was the second time today you’d done that. the two of you were just having a nice conversation and then you’d suddenly shut down, eyes going a million miles away. you’re a strange one, that’s for sure. and the way you kept your distance from them was just plain hurtful. mammon was once a great angel and you won’t even talk to him half of the time! even despite all of his gracious attempts to try to get to know you better. all for your benefit, of course, no other reason.

➳ levi hesitates to approach you sometimes. not because he doesn’t like you, but because you don’t seem to like him very much. you jump when he talks to you, as if you’ve seen a ghost, and when you think no one’s looking, extend that to all of them as if you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. at first, he’d kind of thought it was angel/demon prejudice, but as time goes on, it really doesn’t seem like that’s the case. and whenever someone tries to ask, you play dumb, an act that convinces no one, except for maybe diavolo. but he’s always been an odd guy too.

➳ satan can’t figure you out at all. you’re hardly scared by his outbursts, or at least hide it well, and you sometimes talk to him as if you guys speak comfortably all of the time. you also have his tastes figured out, recommending him books that are weirdly suited to him, but at the same time, you seem cautious towards him. like you’re trying not to get too close. but again, it doesn’t seem like it’s due to his anger. you’re often nicer to him then compared to when he’s more levelheaded, and it’s kind of nice but also confusing at the same time.

➳ asmo watches you move around them, suspicion rising in his bones. you’re just so attuned to him and his brithers–acting before they speak, sensing what they need before they do. it’s like you can predict their movements, and he’s not excluded from the treatment. you know his favorite brands even though he can’t remember telling you them, cook his eggs just to his liking, and even understand his complex closet organizational system without him having to explain it. yet you pretend you don’t, asking questions he’s sure you already know the answer to, and it just rubs him the wrong way, there’s something off about you.

➳ beel thinks you’re pretty nice. you understand the pull of their sins without passing judgment, help them out when needed, but you maintain a coolness, a distance he can’t quite bridge despite his efforts. and sometimes, you’ve got this look of grief in your eyes that makes him wonder if you’ve lost someone too, but you never open up about it, dancing around your past with the help of solomon. he wants to get to know you better, connect with you, but sometimes, that seems like the last thing you want.

➳ belphie wants to hate you, he really does. how is he supposed to accept this random demon in their house, all up in their business, just because stupid diavolo commanded it? ridiculous. but you grow on him over time and he finds himself wanting to get to know you better despite his best efforts, something you don’t seem to want, except for every now and again when you’re strangely soft with him. he doesn’t get it and definitely doesn’t get you; what kind of demon is so nice anyway?

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icrypop · 6 months ago

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hey!!!!! Its me again!!! Wanted to ask for a reader who acts like art the clown from terrifier w/ Yan sbg cuz I just watched the 3rd one at the movie theater, basically reader is just autistic asf and doesn't rlly talk, they can they just don't, and they also kill the phantoms in extreme gruesome wnd sadistic ways, also instead of laughing at the phantoms normally while she tortures and kills them she acts like a mime and does the action of laughing or being surprised( Art the clown does this too) reader also draws extremely disturbing pictures of hacked and mutilated dead bodies, (+ Yan parents and maverick too, if you can><) also reader is pretty much frickin immortal, just like Art, if y don't know who art the clown is just search him up bur I'll put in a pic of him for u!

Hope this helps! I understand of u can't do it tho!

TERRIFYER READER x YANDERE SBG

SBG Gang and parents, ft. Maverick

Warnings:

TEHE okay I had to get some help from a friend who's seen them all so I hope I did this request justice :') ANYWAY, working through requests, im sorry it's taken so long, life got crazy and I forgot I had tumblr for a hot minute.... Requests will be getting answered, thank you guys for the paitence <3

-Writer Icy♡

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Reader's Traits:

Non-verbal communication: Reader rarely talks, preferring exaggerated mime-like actions to express themselves, mimicking laughter or shock in eerie, exaggerated gestures.

- Phantom Slayer: Reader kills phantoms in gruesome, sadistic ways—severing limbs, performing mock surgeries, or creating scenes reminiscent of horror artwork.

- Artistic Outlet: Reader draws grotesque depictions of mutilation and death in their sketchbooks, which both fascinate and horrify those around them.

- Immortality: Reader sustains grievous injuries but never seems to succumb to them, making them an unstoppable force in the Phantom realm.

- Dual Persona: In the real world, Reader is quiet, strange, and intensely focused on their art, drawing people in with their mysterious aura.

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Yandere Gang's Reactions:

Ashlynn:

- Protective Fascination: Ashlynn is utterly entranced by your unpredictability and your silent demeanor. Your artistic abilities, though morbid, make her feel like she’s the only one who truly “gets” you.

- Defense Mode: She often steps in to explain your behavior to others, shielding you from criticism or fear, even as she secretly revels in how unsettling you are to everyone but her.

> Snippet:

Ashlynn knelt beside you as you sketched yet another grotesque image of a dismembered phantom, her eyes flicking between the page and your blank expression.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she murmured. “Keep drawing, I wanna see it when you're done.”

When you mimed a theatrical bow in response and nodded, she chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against yours. “Don’t ever change.”

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Tyler:

- Adoration Bordering on Obsession: Tyler is captivated by your silent strength. He finds your phantom-slaying methods disturbingly beautiful and sees you as a perfect partner in their fight to survive.

- Jealousy: He can’t stand the thought of others being drawn to your mysterious charm and often positions himself as your shadow, claiming to be your protector.

> Snippet:

Tyler watched, spellbound, as you silently mimed cutting your throat in response to a phantom’s attack, then dismembered it with terrifying efficiency. When it was over, he approached cautiously, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“What a badass,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Your just lucky no one’s scared of you”

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Taylor:

- Playful Curiosity: Taylor adores your eccentricity and miming antics, treating you like a puzzle she’s determined to figure out. Your gruesome kills intrigue her more than they scare her.

- Defender in Public: Taylor is quick to defend you when others question your drawings or your unsettling behavior, even if it sometimes unnerves her too.

> Snippet:

“Seriously, this is brilliant,” Taylor said, holding up one of your sketches. “I mean, yeah, it’s creepy as hell, but… who else could think this up?”

When you pantomimed shock, holding your hands to your cheeks, she burst out laughing. “See? Like, c’mon not even horror producers can make this like they do!” She giggled as you pretended to blush, blowing a playful kiss before going back so scribbling intestines strewn across the page.

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Aiden:

- Unsettling Connection: Aiden is the only one who truly matches your darker energy. He’s both disturbed and enamored by your methods, seeing you as someone who understands the chaos within him. You both enjoy shredding through phantoms and smiling like little maniacs. You’ve gotten a couple frightened looks from Logan from time to time.

- Possessiveness: Aiden doesn’t let anyone get too close to you, guarding you like a treasure he’s unwilling to share.

> Snippet:

Aiden leaned against the wall, watching as you silently dismembered another phantom with surgical precision. “You’re terrifying,” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk.

When you mimed laughter, he stepped closer, brushing a hand against your arm. “Terrifying… and mine.”

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Ben:

- Unwavering Devotion: Ben is your biggest cheerleader, seeing your quiet nature and violent tendencies as proof of your uniqueness. He’s completely enthralled by your duality—terrifying in the Phantom realm but calm and composed in the real world.

- Silent Support: He doesn’t question your methods or your art, instead offering quiet comfort and encouragement whenever you seem withdrawn.

> Snippet:

“You’re talented.” Ben wrote, flipping the notebook around as he watched you finish off another phantom. You glanced up, halting you’re movements to dismember the phantom slowly. When you mimed a shy smile, he grinned back and scribbled down a quick and messy, “You’re crazy and talented.”

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Logan:

- Controlled Admiration: Logan respects your abilities and your artistic mind but worries about how far you might go. He’s fiercely protective and always keeps a watchful eye on you, even when he struggles to understand you.

- Conflict: He occasionally clashes with the others about your well-being, insisting that they need to help you find balance rather than enable your darkest tendencies.

> Snippet:

Logan stood over your shoulder, peeking at your latest sketch, his jaw tight. “It’s amazing, but… is this really what you want to focus on?”

You tilted your head, miming a shrug before turning back to your work. His hand rested on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Just don’t lose yourself in all this, okay?”

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Parents' Reactions:

- Adoration for Reader’s Unique Skills:

The parents are endlessly impressed by your unmatched ability to deal with phantoms. They view your gruesome methods as a necessary evil, marveling at how you can handle what no one else can.

- Hyper-Protectiveness:

They grow obsessively protective of you, taking every precaution to ensure your safety both in the real world and the Phantom realm. They may even suggest or enforce stricter boundaries on your interactions with others, including the gang, to maintain control over your safety.

They are fiercely protective of your unique abilities, often stepping in to defend you from others who might criticize or misunderstand you.

- Justification of Behavior:

They believe your artistic depictions and sadistic tendencies are simply a reflection of your brilliance and the trauma of the Phantom world. They see it as a necessary outlet and refuse to allow anyone, even the gang, to question or judge you for it.

They see your quiet demeanor and gruesome art as a sign of depth and creativity, choosing to support you unconditionally.

- Direct Involvement:

The parents actively support your behavior, providing you with tools, materials, and even strategies for taking down phantoms. They may also subtly manipulate the gang, ensuring that their focus stays on protecting you rather than trying to "fix" you.

- Fear of Losing You:

Seeing how much danger you put yourself in while fighting phantoms, they secretly harbor a deep fear of losing you. This fear often manifests in obsessive planning to keep you safe, including discussing ways to trap you in the real world or even the Phantom realm to monitor you closely.

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### **Specific Opinions:**

- Admiration Cloaked in Denial:

Your parents admire your strength and efficiency, but they rationalize your sadistic tendencies as a coping mechanism rather than addressing it. They refuse to see you as anything but perfect.

- Pride in Your Independence:

They often express pride in your independence and ability to protect yourself, even as they secretly plot ways to make you more reliant on them emotionally and physically.

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Your parents’ actions and opinions fuel the already intense dynamic with the gang, creating a volatile environment where everyone is vying for your attention and control while claiming it’s all for your safety and well-being.

Maverick:

- Maverick is intrigued and slightly unnerved by your behavior but ultimately respects you as an ally. He’s in awe of your ability to keep the phantoms at bay and often seeks your advice on survival tactics to which you do your best to show all the while silently laughing when he falls on his ass a couple of times. It’s an…experience to say the least.

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Your sadistic, efficient methods make you a key player in the group’s survival. The gang grows more and more dependent on you, their possessiveness increasing with every phantom you kill. In their eyes, you’re their protector, their artist, and their soulmate all in one. Nothing—not even death itself—will take you away from them.

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