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amiracleilluminated ¡ 11 months ago
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bubbles-for-all-of-us ¡ 4 months ago
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Even if the sky was falling
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Part II
warning: fighting, blood, sexual tension if you squint, fire and angst… 😈
request: had this thought about azriel xteacher!reader fem or gn if you prefer and reader teaches nyx so the IC interacts with the reader a lot and all love her and think she’d be perfect with az but he’s too much of a wimp to make it official but they are still flirty. basically fate makes him man up when nyx’s class is attacked and reader is trying to protect him and then az saves the day.
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Nyx, as much as he was brave and outgoing with his family, turned into the shell of himself when exposed to people he didn’t know. And while he loved to learn and genuinely was a curious kid, school hadn’t come easy for him. “We would be nowhere close to where we are now if not for Y/n”, Feyre mused once the conversation had once again slipped to Nyx over dinner. “She puts lots of care into looking after him”, Rhys nodded along, “He loves her too”. That had of course peaked Azriel’s curiosity. He didn’t sense danger but you could never trust anyone, especially a stranger, fully. And this was his family he was talking about. One he had sworn to protect.
That’s how the spymaster had found himself slowly walking towards the school. There had still been hours till pick-up time, but he wanted to see you in action. Working that magic of yours and magic he had seen. It had been a beautiful day in Velaris, the sun high in the sky, warm breeze rattling the leaves. The laughter was impossible to miss. It was infectious. Bumping off every surface. In the middle of it stood you, surrounded by ecstatic faces as they swarmed you. Like little bees trying to land on the prettiest of flowers.
Azriel still struggled with the concept of care and love. His imagination was wild but he could never imagine a happy childhood. A warm and safe home. He had that now, yes, but to have that from birth? To be loved from the first breath you take. That was foreign to him. So he stood there watching how you spun around in a circle. Clapping your hands to the nursery rimes the kids were belting out. And your smile had made Azriel smile too. Slightly. Ever so slightly making him smile.
“Uncle Az”, Nyx's excited voice had caught up with Azriel when he had finally crossed the schoolyard. With no effort the spymaster had caught the boy with one hand, lifting him onto his shoulder. “Have you been good today, bud”, Azriel patted him on the stomach, making Nyx nod eagerly, “I was, I was really good, right Mrs. Y/n”, his eager purple eyes trailed back to you and Azriel felt as if a goddess was now in front of him. You had been pretty from afar, but up close….
“I don’t know them broccolis, didn’t make it to your mouth did they?”, you raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest. “You didn’t eat your broccoli?” Azriel looked back at his nephew who was sending silent daggers your way. “They smell like Uncle Cassian’s farts”, the boy whined. The silence felt for a moment as Azriel turned to glance at you, for some reason feeling the need to apologize for Nyx’s words only to catch a big smile. And within the heartbeat, both of you had burst out laughing. “Go get yourself a bun, you little devil”, Azriel shook his head, letting the boy down.
The promise of a sweet bun had delighted him but Nux still turned to you first. Running to hug your knees as he glanced up at you. “Till tomorrow, Y/n”, he mused, that Rhys’s smile on his face now. “You say hi to your parents from me”, your fingers threaded through his hair. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, you mussed, bending down to cup his cheek before kissing the top of his head, watching as he ran off towards the stand, Azriel’s shadows twirling alongside him.
“So, the day has come”, you mussed attention now fixed on the Illyrian in front of you. “I have no idea what you are talking about Mrs. Y/n”, Azriel's firm tone found you. “I saw you in the field, the tree was big but you were bigger”, You narrowed your eyes at him. And he thought he was smooth out there. “You sure know how to flatter a male”, Azriel mussed, crossing his arms over his chest, the toned tattooed muscles gleaming, “Nothing rubs my ego more than being called big”.
You let out a gasp, clipping him on the side with one hand, “Watch your mouth”, you shushed him, “There are kids here”. But now standing so close to him, you could feel the way your heart picked up. He was beautiful. Mother, every woman in Velaris probably had brought herself to an orgasm just thinking about the spymaster. “What would they say if they knew what their teacher was thinking about just now”, his words felt like a cold bucket, yet your cheeks bloomed red. “You’re no mind reader”, you scoffed, “Ego pressing on the little brain?”. Azriel caught your wrist, pinning it behind your back. Another gasp slipped past your lips as his chest pressed against you, “But I can smell it”, he mussed, “Come have dinner with me”. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Nice try”, you muttered. “I’ll fly you over myself if I have to”, Azriel warned. “Maybe you’ll have to come more often”, you made sure the enfaces the third to last word, causing Azriel to let out a lower chuckle, “You’re dangerous”, “Yet you are here”, you beamed at him.
It had stayed like this. This push and pull. Push and pull for weeks. Azriel had become accustomed to picking Nyx up almost every day. It was his easy pass to see you. Even if every time he walked through the gates he was met with an eye roll from you. And while you loved to prod and poke each other there had always been a sense of ease. As if finally someone had seen him. On some nights Azriel even found himself sharing the gruesome side of his job. And it had been your soft hands that had coxed him back to safety. Your eyes that had managed to see through the debris and find the truth beneath it all.
A light smile hadn’t left his face ever since and now as he finished the last bits of work for the day, he couldn’t wait to go get you. Drop Nyx home and spend the evening together. Just you and him. That was until something flashed across the sky. Azriel frowned pushing his chair back. Just he didn’t make it far as a loud explosion rattled the buildings. Alarms rang through the city as people started screaming outside. He was about to rush through the doors when his shadows slammed right into him. Bringing with them the sound of screaming. Children screaming. Women screaming. And a familiar voice there. Your voice and his whole body ran cold.
Everything had died down after that, all Azriel heard was static as he winnowed in front of a burning building. Some figures draped in black swirled around the school. Daggers in hand. His soldiers were already there, falling like stars from the sky. But all Azriel could think of was you and Nyx, somewhere there in the burning building. His feet moved faster than his mind as he hit the jammed door with his shoulder, breaking it in the first time. The ashen face of an elderly woman was the first thing he saw, and a litter of kids with faces shoved against her skirt in hopes of breathing as little fumes as possible.
“Come on, my man will keep you safe”, he reached out, steadying her and then counting up the little ones. “Who else is here?”, he asked through the crackling. “Upstairs”, she sobbed, “Please”. Azriel’s head snapped to the stairs. The broken down stair that had no doubt made it impossible for the ones upstairs to leave.
He could feel heartbeats. Racking through them to find a familiar one. And then a scream tore through the walls. Nyx’s name and… He was winnowing up. Ripping door after door he searched for the place you both had to be in. Eyes burning from the smoke. “Hand him over”, a thick voice snarled. “Fuck yourself and bend over”, you wheezed. Azriel’s boot came in contact with the center of the last door. And there you were a broken glass in hand as you shoved Nyx behind you. And an ill-looking male with a bloodied sword in front of you. Azriel’s shadows swarmed him, drowning the male in the dark as they pushed through every possible way into his body, the screams filling the small space. You turned back, clasping your hands around Nyx, pressing his face into your chest so he would not have to see it. It was in the infamous spymaster in front of you, in his real and lethal form as he stepped over the body trashing beneath him. His fingers that so carefully held you now gripped the jaw of the man who had threatened your life, Nyx’s life.
“You owe me a handful of breaths”, Azriel muttered against his ear, “And I will make you pay for them. You’ll wish you never breathed at all”, the coldness poured out of him. And if not for the coughs that slipped from Nyx’s lips you were sure that Azriel wouldn’t have moved from his spot. But his head snapped to the side, the complete darkness leaving his eyes. His shadows moved around you, offering you both oxygen. In two steps he had crossed the distance between you two. In two steps that had made you curl deeper into yourself as you held onto Nyx.
Azriel's jaw flexed as he watched you recoil from him. He felt your fear, it was all over. “I will not hurt you”, he muttered, “I’ll just get you both out”, his voice was back to the honey cone smoothness, as his hand wrapped around your shoulder. “Uncle Az”, Nyx choked out. “Try to breathe as little as possible, buddy”, Azriel’s palm cupped the back of Nyx’s head, “it will all be over soon”.
It felt almost like waking up from a nightmare. The fog cleared up. Air returning to your lungs. The light of flames was replaced by the sun. There was much more noise here. The screaming. You blinked to see parents looking for their kids. Mother’s weeping. “Mom”, Nyx pushed against your chest but you clung to him, “Daddy”, his voice broke. You felt him trashing in your arms but you couldn’t let go. Warm hands slid over your hands, gently pulling them apart, “He’s safe, you kept him safe”, Azriel’s voice flooded your mind. You watch Nyx’s trembling legs crossing the distance between him and his parents. The high lord falling to his knees as he wrapped the little boy in his arms. Your legs bucked, only to be met with a firm grasp on your hips as you collapsed into Azriel’s embrace.
“I’ve got you”, he muttered, “You are safe, my love, no one will hurt you”. You looked up, feeling the sting in your eyes, “Azriel”, you breathed. “I know”, he nodded, brushing the strand of your hair away from your face. You watched him for a moment, dizziness creeping in. Until your gaze darted down slowly, where warmth had been gathering all this time. “What is it?”, Azriel asked as his eyes followed yours. You heard the breath hitching in his throat before his palm pressed against your abdomen. Somewhere deep in your consciousness, you knew that you should have screamed out. But as you watched crimson seeping through his fingers you almost felt as if this body wasn’t yours.
“Y/n, my love, can you hear me”, Azriel’s worried eyes watched you, “Fuck”, cursing he looked around in panic, “Fuck, someone, please we need a healer here”. You felt Azriel’s hand slowly brushing against your back as he lowered you onto the grass. “Keep your eyes on me”, he pleaded, “Let me see your pretty eyes, I missed them so much today, did you know that?”, he was rambling you noted, something he never did. But you nodded anyway, “I missed you”, you muttered right back as his eyes snapped to the side. He was searching for a healer you did not doubt it. “Azriel”, you breathed out, but he didn’t budge. “Az”, you muttered, bringing your shaky palm to cup his cheek.
“Don’t you dare do this to me”, he whined through gritted teeth. “Come closer”, you muttered, feeling the way his hand dug into the wound on your side. But he followed your wishes this time, leaning closer till your foreheads were pressed together. “Tell me something you haven’t told me before”, you muttered, feeling your eyelids getting heavy. Azriel nuzzled against your cheek and you could feel his tears brushing onto your skin. “I love you”, he breathed, “I’m in love with you”, that was enough to make your heart leap up, tugging at the feeling so familiar, ancient, and deep. “And I love you”, you smiled at him, “Even if the sky falls and till my last breath then”, you felt him pulling back then, pulling at the thread joining you as one. You tugged as hard as your body allowed you, watching his golden eyes till your eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. Till you were sure the whole earth rattled as Azriel screamed.
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blackorchidcoven ¡ 1 month ago
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Pick A Card
Your Demons
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Pile 1 Spider Nightmare
Song: Venus By Shocking Blue 
“ Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire”
This energy is so intense. You’re definitely an intense person. This pile is very personal, I don't expect it to resonate for a lot of people because it’s so particular. I get the energy of someone who talks a lot, who rambles on and on. There’s also this tension… You really love attention. I hate to break it to you but someone has cursed you. I don’t know everything but it’s happened and I have to tell you. That’s why you’re being drawn to this post and to the occult world in general. Deep down inside, you know who it is that’s done it. That bitch! It’s because you have characteristics that they envy and they cannot forgive you for this. It’s so twisted. This may be weird but this pile reminds me of a family member of mine, someone I love dearly and would literally die for. I love this pile. Your life has been hard and it’s not your fault. It always has been since the very start but you never let that stop you cause your loved ones never stopped loving you. You have a strong bond with your loved ones. This is important. Never let them go. This person who has cursed you is unfortunately wedged deep into your family. Maybe they married in, maybe they work for or with your family in some fashion. No matter what, they are lurking. 
The image for this pile, the “card” is freaky. It depicts a little girl freaking out as a giant spider with a creepy cat head runs wild. I actually see this spider cat as a protector but the little girl is too young to realize. She is just scared. The cat is guarding her, and who knows… whatever the cat is hissing at could be even scarier than itself! 
Cats are independent, intuitive spirits. 
So, you who picked this card is the little girl. The cat is your guardian in some form. It comes across strongly. Whether you have one as a pet/familiar/spirit guide, or someone named Cat/Kat/Catherine or someone in mind with other feline attributes 
(wear animal prints, have whiskers/facial hair, wear cat eyeliner, have long nails/claws, are feisty 😈  & playful) 
Sounds crazy, but cats are! 🐱 
In this circumstance with my family member in mind, I’m the cat. 
The cat feels creepy sometimes but all you see is cute, so it’s hard to spot them. It’s sad but it’s easier to spot who cursed you rather than who is protecting you. You have just begun to think of life in a spiritual way. You are so excited but this person is ruining it for you, this gives it away. They try to scare you. They live a lie. They aren’t like you and you know it. You do not share the same values. You should get away from them. Cut them off. 
This person has become a detriment to you. They are flesh and blood but spiritually they are demonic. I’m sorry but they are. They’re corrupt. They’re into satanic culture and dark society. They want to watch the world burn. They’re made of something you are not. This person just hangs on. They’ve almost been told goodbye many times but it’s never truly manifested. It will but I know it will take a little while but be quicker than you think. I’m thinking around spring you’ll swear you see change even though you feel like you’re imagining it but by the end of summer everything will be taken care of. You’ll see. 
Energies: 
Cancer ♋️ 
Hallucinations 
Mass Hysteria 
Childhood Trauma 
Nightmares 
Femininity
Girlhood 
Goosebumps Books 
Love ❤️ 
Vintage 
Tradition 
Stereotypes 
Comic Books 
Action 
Art 
Curses 
Woman 
Witch 
Beef 
Jealousy 
Venus 
The Past 
Scorpio ♏️ 
Cherished
Spring 
Divine Intervention 
Pile 2 Swamp Queen 
Song: Beautiful By Christina Aguilera
“Don't look at me
Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly it's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down, oh no
So don't you bring me down today”
Okay, you’re your own worst enemy. 
This would be my pile 😂 
Okay. We get it, you also have a lot to say like Pile 1. 
You have a constant internal monologue going on, you’re the star of your own movie. I sense The Star Card for this pile. You are dreamy, spiritual and weird. You’re obviously magical. There’s something strange about you. You are seriously different. You’re not what’s considered normal. You worry so much about whether you come across as normal or not but you don’t have to worry any longer cause I’m going to clarify it for you, you fucking don’t. You are weird. You do not conform to society’s expectations but not because you don’t want to, you just weren’t born to. Most who pick this pile wear makeup, false eyelashes, wigs, dye their hair, have acrylic nails…This is not to hide who you are but actually to accentuate it. You use vibrant colors and exaggerate your natural features so gorgeously! You go! You're not afraid to show your true face though. You’re seriously into skin care/self care/self love and it shows. You glow. Everyone acts weird around you. You’d be surprised why… it’s because you’re beautiful 😍 
I do not sense any denial or skepticism from this pile 
😆 
Everyone already knows … 
It’s almost awkward 😐 
You do not value appearances whatsoever and this is your true beauty. I sense a lot of empaths in this pile that are just now discovering that they’re empaths maybe even because of this reading! 
You’re earthy. 
I sense a lot of dark skinned queens here. 
You’re a reader. You read books for sure but you read people too. You mind your own business and that’s beautiful too. Maybe you mind your business too much, people want more from you. They want to see you more, talk to you more, hear you laugh more and see you smile… You have many admirers. I mean tons. You had humble beginnings and that’s shaped you into who you are today. You are so mature, too mature. Some want you to relax more and have fun. Some are critical of you and want you to “act your age” they want to dumb you down to their level. They want to party with you, get you drunk and dance 🪩 
This is not anything like you. 
Ignore these kinds of individuals because they want to change you. This isn’t who you are, if it was then so be it. You’d rather curl up on your couch with a book and a cup of tea 🍵 so do that! 
This all sounds so good, then how are you your own problem?
 You’re stumped. 
You’re stagnant. 
A running theme in your life is waiting cause God is teaching you the virtue of patience my friend. 
Ground yourself. 
Notice everything. 
Get comfortable but remember to work hard now so you can relax later. 
Stop procrastinating. 
Do your best. 
You’re idolized behind closed doors. You light up this world. 
No one would know an angel like you could have been through hell but that’s the truth. The dark side of this reading is everything you’ve overcome. 
The color of this reading is bright green. Slime green like the swamp monster in the image. I see severe chronic incurable illness, sicknesses, nausea, actual vomit. There’s this disgusting and grossed out feeling I get. I get that you feel like a monster maybe cause you don’t “fit in” like I said. You cry about being a misfit. 
You put on a happy face. You hate showing people your vulnerabilities but you do so gracefully. You feel nervous a lot, like all the time pretty much. You stay on an even keel of worry. You feel like it’s hard being human, and it is so you try to overcompensate. Just chill out. Your overthinking is a gift and a curse you’ll learn. The present moment is a gift 🎁 so enjoy it. 
Energies: 
Gemini ♊️ 
Confidence 
Insecurity 
Acne 
Grease 
Iconic 
Makeup 💄 
The Present 
Reality Check 
Money 💰 
Plastic Surgery 
Shots 
Needles 💉 
Alcohol 🍷 
Mirror 🪞 
Lips 👄 
Mouth 
Voice 
Throat Chakra 
Sexuality 
Seduction 
Submission 
Scorpio ♏️ 
Scorpion 🦂 
Snake 🐍 
Mistake 
Self Harm 
Self Destructive Tendencies 
Junkie 
Addiction 
Flaws 
Weakness 
Pastel 
Accurate 
Monster 
Shadow Self 
Ego 
Virgo ♍️ 
Aquarius ♒️ 
Pile 3 Wishbone 
Song: If I Die Young By The Band Perry 
“If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh, oh-oh”
I see red. 
I sense male/masculine energy. 
This pile likes my energy so that’s why you’re here. You like how I talk. We could be friends. Oh. 
You’re angry. 😡 
You’re into conspiracy theories and the apocalypse. You may be religious. You are dying to state your individuality against the other piles. 
You’re vulgar. You swear a lot. 
You’re like, “Fuck you, get to my pile!” 
You are into horror and gothic things. 
I see myself as a teenager so you must be pretty darn damaged. 
You speak negatively to yourself. You abuse yourself. 
You hate yourself. You feel like no one understands yet the ones who do are as bad as you and can’t help you but at least they make you feel less crazy, right?
This is a rough pile guys. 
I’m so sorry for who this is for. It’s definitely for my younger self. I’m having flashbacks. I’m uncomfortable. 
I have to be honest, this is the work of the devil. 
I bet if you are another pile scrolling down out of curiosity you probably could see it clearly but when you’re knee deep in it, you cannot see it and even act like it’s “cool” 
It isn’t. 
I don’t even know what to say. 
Someday you’ll realize why the devil was after your soul so bad, you’ll realize the richness of who you are and maybe you’ll turn around or maybe you won’t. 
I sense deep regret. Someone who’s eating their words and really anxious 😥 You absolutely beat yourself up. You cry a lot. 
You're young aren’t you? 
Just because I said male/masculine energy doesn’t mean some women cannot be involved… You on your period? I’m teasing but really, are you? 
I sense mars energy. 
Dark humor, sharp features and tall frames. Warrior souls, brown eyes and hardy laughs. A taste for spicy food, picky when it comes to partners and the moral compass of a saint. 
You may be scary on the outside but you're a little ray of sunshine on the inside, aren’t you? 
Seriously. You got a good soul. 
I sense Leo ♌️  energy. 
People want to be like you. 
You choose what you say very carefully. You tend to obsess about what you say. 
I sense a blocked throat chakra. 
You may have nightmares you’re choking, this is a result of it. 
Pray on it. 
Manifest it. 
Open it. 
You’re actually really loud. 
In energy and volume. 
You have massive energy. 
You may be big physically, if not then you wear wild outfits that get everyone looking & complimenting.
No matter what you look hot 🥵 and sexy. 
You get rid of people in your life if they cross you and now you’ve come to a point where there’s no one left. You’re devastated and lost all hope. 
You feel like an alien 👽 
This is how the devil wants you to feel
Hang on. 
Survive. Then thrive. 
God will give you opportunities to move on. I know you’re ashamed of yourself right now so move slow. 
Be a sloth 🦥 
You feel like a joke.
You also feel numb. 
I pray for you, I know you’ll be given a fair chance as I was. You just have to wait. 
All of our stories are different yet still similar. 
I felt like nothing could get through to me, but that was my story until God moved mountains. 
I was in a pathetic place so you should listen to my testimony. I was mad at the world until I realized I’m a part of it, that I matter. I realized not everything is as simple as it seems. We as beings are not as simple as we think we are. 
You are not ���bad” like you say and think you are. You are the author of your own life. You're the writer but God is the editor. If you wanna be bad then be bad if you want to be good be good but the beautiful thing is that we all have different definitions of good and bad. 
So define yourself. Then you’ll be happy. 
Your demons are real and the literal devil is after your soul. Don’t panic. 🫨 
I sense that it’s just spiritual at this point. 
You’re not possessed (yet) 
Nothing is attached to you but the devil is attacking your subconscious. Either God is making you walk through hell (and it gets deeper my friend) or you’re trying to swim in the deep end, I trust you know which is which. (I know you do)
So if it is out of your control try to view it as a learning experience no matter how unbearable it may be (I have done this and it sorta helps) 
If it’s in your control, be vigilant. Stay aware. Remain observant. Question everything. Ponder existence. You will be rewarded. Expect change and you’ll be good. 👍 
Make decisions that make you happy.
Energies:
Aries ♈️ 
Resistance 
Stubborn 
Cross 
Religion 
The Holy Trinity 
Blood 🩸 
Bones 🦴 
Memories 
Crying 😭 
Weight Loss/Weight Gain 
Change 
Transformation 
Roses 🌹 
Encouragement 
Hormones 
Teenager 
Adolescence 
Leo ♌️ 
Lion 🦁 
Copy Cats 
Regret 
Mistake 
Redo 
Restart 
Delete 
Space 
Advice 
Friendship 
Guidance 
Similarities 
Red 
Summer 
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muffinsin ¡ 4 months ago
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hi hello hola bonjour aloha 😵😵😵😵
OKOKOK SOOOOOOO ........ i know this request is weird BUUUUTTTT could u maybe possibly do the dimitrescus being with someone (as in, having an s/o) thats a humanoid arachnid??? If im spelling that correctly? rahhh idk
like, imagine those spider-people with like, agile spider legs on their back, sharp fangs, multiple, red/purple/gray eyes, dark fluffy hair, red/purple/other markings, etc etc. I think it would be funny since theyre literally flies dating a spider .. which eats flies
u can use doctor octavius as reference for the spider leg placement if u didnt understand, or like, angel dust??? Its up to ur interpertation, really, but id prefer if they did have normal human legs .. and features .. since a giant spider with a human head feels unnatural .. giggle, giggle
AS ALWAYS!!! take care!!!!!! Make sure to take breaks inbetween requests!!!!!
WITH MUCH LOVE AND LESBIANISM 😈😈😈😈 (the gayness directed at the dimitrescus .. not u, becauze .. i dunno u .. and thats weird)
-- 🐾🧃, AKA JUNGLE JUICE 👽👽👽
Piece out! (Not peace, i require violence)
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Hell yeah!!🙌 Funnily enough, I think there was once talk of an arachnoid reader on this blog, but the idea got lost somewhere. I’m happy to dive back into it now!👀 Let’s get into it!
Masterlists
Bela
What started out as a sudden introduction in the forest, soon became more
Back then already, Bela was- unsurprisingly- intrigued by you
After all, your appearance alone is enough to make most double check whether they saw right
And she was certainly no better
Though, at the very least you did the same then, not quite believing you ran into one of the infamous Dimitrescu daughters
During your first interaction, time almost stood still as the two of you inspected one another-
you, standing in place when you ran just moments ago,
Bela, stilled with her sickle held in her hand, as though frozen like a deer in the headlights upon running across you
- it was a cute moment, even, in itself. Both of you, stunned by each other
Where you saw a pair of strong, piercing golden eyes, she saw multiple pairs of eyes
You watched then as she studied them almost, her own flickering across your face
The two eyes at the center of your face, human-looking in every aspect but their colour
A dark grey, she originally thought
In time, she would find and adore the specks of red and purple in them, only found upon closer inspection. But more of that later
Then, more eyes, stretching across the side of your forehead almost
5 of them, some more slit than others, some smaller, some larger
She shivered at the sight, but even you saw the curiosity shimmer within her back then already
It was clear to both of you that neither was mortal. Not entirely so, at least
Where you saw her regal, almost gothic and Victorian dress and the sickle, she spotted torn clothing
A villager, or at the very least that’s what you used to be
Only was your clothing torn and almost webbed shut again, the strings keeping your cloths together so fine they couldn’t possibly be any fabric or wool
While her fingers held the sickle tight, your long ones moved slightly, as if restless
More things were apparent immediately, such as,
Your long, strong legs allowing you to stand tall, nearly the same as Bela
Something unusual, certainly
And then, of course, the other pair
The strong, somewhat thin pair of arms or legs- Bela could never quite tell- sprouting from your back
The fuzzy, dark hair falling down your shoulders and back, a little too untrimmed, a little too wild for even the villagers’ standards
And the strange marks stretching across your bare arms
Neither of you attacked one another, then
In fact, neither of you moved, until the sounds of the angry mob of villagers faded away
You don’t entirely remember most of what happened after, only remember begging her to take you with her
Despite its reputation, you knew working and living at the castle must be better than starving out at the forest
And, holding the same curiosity in her tone, she agreed and took you in
Only were you no mere staff member, dusting this and that
You were Bela’s favorite
And everyone knew
You worked for her only, didn’t take orders from even the head maiden
The two of you spent more and more time together, chatting and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves
Your- nature- certainly made your work more challenging and fun
As such, at times, you would hold onto the walls with the limbs stemming from your back and climb high to the ceiling to dust even the top of the shelves
Often- surprisingly often given how busy she was- Bela opted to join you
Not in cleaning, of course. You’re sure she thinks it’s below her
Instead, she’d often- and still does- swarm halfway, as if sleeping on an invisible mattress in the air
She’d watch you work, talk occasionally
At other times, she’d trace your limbs gently when no words were exchanged
And, unsurprisingly, the ever growing bond and fondness between the two of you leads to something more
While Bela was the first to initiate things, you proudly claimed the first kiss from her
Upon being in a relationship, she found out more about you still
Like the sharp fangs in your mouth, which she loves to trace and feel dig into her skin
She loves the webs you spin, her fingertips occasionally dragging against the light silk
Sometimes, a fly of hers gets stuck
That, she loves less
And still, you always take care of the little insects, ensuring they won’t be trapped in some of the smaller webs you leave
At times, you quite intentionally web her, your spidery silk-like web trapping her arms above her head, her body fondled by the many limbs you possess….
Alas, we’re trailing off, but of course, your nature, body, and abilities are appreciated in all aspects
The bedroom being one of them, too
Though, Bela loves nothing more than cuddling up together, too
Especially when held in your arms, all of them wrapped tightly around her
It’s perfect to her, and often a blanket or two will be thrown in the mix in winter
Once, you suggested wrapping her up in your webs to keep her warm, which she quickly shut down
You learn, she doesn’t like feeling like prey, dislikes the feeling of being stuck like…well, a fly in a web
Speaking of, insects are strictly off the menu for you
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t encourage you to hunt, though
Often, you spin your webs at the forest surrounding the castle, hoping to bring back a catch that might earn you the favor of her younger sisters and mother
At other times, Bela all but swoons when you trap a particularly delicious maid and deliver her to her as a snack
Still, there is one thing that amuses you to no end…
She loved you, wholeheartedly. And she loved your arachnoid nature, too. She loves every bit of you
So you can’t explain to yourself why your partner is so terribly scared of spiders
The small critters truly do a number on her, prompting screams and shrill squeals, shivers and so on
Always, you ensure there are no spiders in the castle. No webs but your own
…Your lovely girlfriend and her sisters, suffering from arachnophobia
The thought always makes you giggle
Cassandra
Looking back, you can hardly believe your luck
Not only did you survive Mother Miranda’s experimenting, the depths of the village, the infamous basement of castle Dimitrescu and its residents, but also wooed one of them
Having Cassandra sleeping soundly on top of you, your limbs wrapped around her, you allow yourself to think of how you first met
Her eyes, a dark golden light in the dark, piercing you the very same day you were sent to the castle basements
And it seems, you awakened curiosity within the sadist
Of course, a being like you would
Something so rare, someone so unique
While you were originally made to be her newest plaything, a failed experiment handed over, Cassandra had no interest in killing you
Not that this stopped her light torture
Though, looking back, you can’t help but giggle. Even then she showed you affection in her twisted ways
Like when she’d stroke a dagger along your limbs, the touch strong and grounding, her breath fast
She has always been so very curious about you
Your eyes are her favorite part of you
She loves how unsettling they look
Sometimes, she whines; she wants to pluck them from you so very badly, to hold and kiss, to preserve and carry with her always
You have learned to understand and love her twisted affection, her rough words and the gentle, almost romantic meaning behind them
While you could easily get lost in her dark golden eyes, the same goes for her and your eyes
Sometimes, she likes to just stare at them when you cuddle, her eyes desperately trying to meet all of yours
It’s an admittedly adorable sight
And even during your first introduction, when she had grabbed your face harshly, she easily got lost in your eyes
While originally chained to the moldy wall of the basement, you’re upgraded fast
You become her obsession, her pet, her favorite horror in the castle
An honor, really
You know when she calls you her horror, it’s the most romantic thing she can express with words
She loves every part of you, too
Early on already she experiments with you, your cooperative nature catching her slightly by surprise
As such, when she lifted and prodded, cut and sniffed and what not, you always took it as an opportunity to talk to her
Early on, you find out more and more of Cassandra
Later, you learn she often rambles mindlessly when utterly absorbed in her experiments, games, and torture
As such, early on already, you listened as she rambled about her sisters and her hunts
Your presence was always a refreshing one, really
Cassandra is bold
As such, when she noticed just that, and how much she had grown to care for “her experiment”, you were moved from the basement
Quickly, your relationship turned from one of a captive and their tormentor to desire
She clearly desired you, her breaths ragged around you, her heart beating fast, her lip bit, her hands touching up on your limbs eagerly
And you had no reason to hide your attraction, in turn
To this day, you like experimenting with her
In a way, it’s allowing her to get to know you more
Often, her experiments mean working out new techniques to spin webs
At other times, she wants to see how precisely you can control the limbs stemming from your back
With a nice routine of spending nearly every day together, it’s no surprise when you eventually made a move on her
One Cassandra eagerly accepted and returned
She isn’t one for terms, and has never been. You’ve never been her prisoner. Never her friend. Never her partner
Always, you are what she feels
You’re her love, her passion, her horror, her excitement, her desire, her sadism
Due to this, there has hardly been a change after you’ve asked her to be your girlfriend. To her, you’ve always been what you are to her
You’re her partner, despite how she doesn’t like naming what you have
Her favorite couple activity is spending quality time together
She loves to hunt together
Her favorite game?
To chase prey into your web
She laughs loudly when it happens, her pupils wide, her hands twitching
If you ate humans and raw meat as she does, she would grant you the first bite, sometimes
As such, she likes to watch you wrap her prey up and carry it home for her
Her second favorite activity is to experiment with you, and do art together
She likes it particularly much when you spin a web and allow her to direct you, the silky threads assuming a shape to her liking
As it comes to experimenting, she finds it particularly fun when the two of you get to chat, one of your limbs holding onto her or handing her tools
The others are usually made to hold down whatever poor soul has caught her eye and is now to die
But really, her bright smile and manic crackle of laughter seems to make all your remaining morals drip away
Other things she loves is to use your webs to create obstacles when she trains
She knows she can’t achieve Daniela’s speed and precision as it comes to flying and the swarm, but likes to practice either way
And you like to help her by putting webs in her way
Only sometimes does she get stuck, growling and grumbling to you and herself when she’s…well…a fly in the spider’s web
Oddly enough, this doesn’t bother her, yet when even the smallest little spider is near her, she freaks out
Usually, that means you get to flick it away, hunting it down and only granted a rest when you present your love with the creature’s body as proof of its passing
You shake your head, smiling fondly at this, before returning to stroking your long fingers through dark hair. Less thick, more combed and cleaner looking, yet nearly matching yours in color
She hums in her sleep. You know, she will awaken soon, ready to hunt or plead with you to please play with the maids with her
It’s so very fun to see them stumble and cry in the webs, she insists
Daniela
To say Daniela was intrigued by you at first sight would be a vast understatement
Obsessed, more like it
Having been dragged to a lord’s meeting after countless experiments done by Mother Miranda, it’s the first and ideal opportunity to meet everyone
Including the stunning woman by the tall lady’s side
Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, you learn
Daniela’s eyes are on you the instant you’re revealed to the lords
Gold with specks of green, piercing and curious, obsessed and eager
They flicker across you, your face and body, until they move back and flicker across your face, seemingly searching for eye contact
Eye contact, which proves difficult with the many sets of eyes you have
Oh, but she immediately gets lost in them
You flinch in surprise when she moves, fast, uncaring of the audience the two of you have
She’s pushed against you in an instant, her hands cupping your cheeks
Her skin is nearly as cold as yours, her palms cool as ice
She studies your eyes intensely
While she finds specks of red and purple, you find light shades of green hidden within the pools of gold of her eyes
Both of you immediately seem to fall in love with the sights presented to you
While you’re introduced as nothing but a failed experiment, Daniela immediately sees more in you
She begs, out loud as though she has no shame-
and maybe she doesn’t
- and she pleads:
“Mother, I must have them, please!”
And, you learn early on, Alcina Dimitrescu seems incapable of denying her youngest any wish she has
And in turn, it seems Mother Miranda has difficulty denying Alcina
As such, you’re handed over promptly, officially made Daniela’s property
She’d scoff at the title. You’re hers, though
You’ll be her best friend! Her love! Her soulmate!
She’s not wrong, at the end
For the first time in your life maybe, you feel free, even as you officially “belong to her”
You receive your own wing, even, though it’s near her own
You’re a little surprised at this, though now know that you’re given the entire wing by Alcina Dimitrescu to ensure no intruders would past the deadly webs and manage to find the precious youngest daughter
You’re quite proud of that, too
You like knowing you’re what stands between Daniela and any potentially dangerous intruders
You like knowing your webs will catch them should they sneak where they shouldn’t be
The only things she asks for are honesty, affection, genuine interest and respect
Things you’re eager to give her
In return, you receive time and space, love and affection, honesty and eagerness, care and happiness
While the two of you seem to start out as friends, more builds up between you fast
Daniela, bold as she is, is the first to initiate things, to steal looks and kisses, lingering touches and more
You eagerly give in, and the two of you become impossibly close
As such, you often sleep with her curled in your arms, your arms and legs wrapped around her, your limbs keeping her pressed close to you
She loves cuddling, loves holding your hands while your other limbs are wrapped around her
At other times, she likes to fight for fun with you
It’s a game to her, to evade your webs and limbs, to tackle them only to be smacked away by one of the long, strong limbs stemming from your back
Sometimes- usually- she wins
At other times, she ends up webbed by you, giggling when you make use of the opportunity to place small kisses all over her face
When she hunts on her own, she often takes you with her
She likes to race you, seemingly ignoring that your strength is not your speed, but the tactics and strategic placement of your webs
In the end, she likes to compare who captured the most prey
Often, it’s you, due to the many small animals getting lost in the webs
Though, she usually claims the larger and faster victims
Afterwards, she likes to indulge in snacks with you, often stroking along one of your limbs absently
When you’re spinning your webs, she likes to stay close and watch, occasionally freaking out when bits of her get stuck
She’s whining and snarling then, unable to free herself until you cut the webs loose and tug them from her
Despite liking your webs and being in your arms, Daniela doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being stuck in your webs
Too often has she lost herself as a fly in some spider’s web…
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female-hysterics ¡ 8 months ago
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Stormkobra-5 asked:
sets food down carefully* Fuck or die scenario, you say?!?!
Okay, picture THIS!!!
You and Steven have been been crushing on each other for MONTHS, okay??? And neither of you have made a move yet because you’re both Shy As Fuck™️ or smth, and you end up trapped in some ancient Greek tomb on a mission— my nerd brain is thinking of stories where stuff like this actually happened in some myths I can’t remember which ones atm but— after decoding the inscriptions on the temple that state the victims must either consummate OR get crushed by a ceiling of spikes that descends if they don’t within like an hour or two or smth 🙂🙂🙂 Indiana Jones style traps I guess XD
IDK I haven’t thought of any actual scenarios tbh just the PORN—
Alternatively, I offer you Steven trying an aphrodisiac and he turns into a total dom, and I’ll leave your imagination to run wild 😈😈😈
Oh jeez... 🥵 I honestly don't know which one I like better.....🥴
Dom Steven has my heart SO
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Steven taking the aphrodisiac innocently, not realizing what it is, and by the time you do realize what it is he is gone. His eyes are both soft with adoration and burning with pure lust while his hands effortlessly strip you of your panties and yank your shirt and bra down enough to free your breasts.
"I just have to feel you, love. Let me just come inside your tight little cunt, take the edge off, yeah?, and then I'll fuck your throat like a good girl," he all but growls in your ear while bending you over his desk, sending a small tower of his books toppling over, and your head is spinning at his words and you are positively dripping for him.
He does exactly that, fucking you deep and hard until you are seeing stars until he spills inside you with a hurt sound deep in his chest, and then you are on your knees with his hands fisted in your hair and his cock buried in your throat while you drool and choke and moan his name. Steven seems to twist you in every position possible, even some that leave you flushing in embarrassment, but he is ravenous for you. His touch desperate, words filthy as he grunts them into your flesh, and you can't help but notice how hot his skin is. How his hands tremble against you, how his eyes are glazed, and this heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest. You are worried for him, but with each orgasm he drags from you your brain become more and more fried.
Everything eventually becomes a blur at one point and you are lost in a sea of heat and euphoria. When you come back to reality you are a sticky naked mess, body limp and laying sideways on the destroyed bed with Steven curled up behind you, and you dimly realize that he was still holding himself inside you. His breathing was even, skin cooled down to a more reasonable temperature, and his heartbeat is a strong steady beat.
"Was a bit rough, wasn't I?" He suddenly whispered against your shoulder and your throat is raw as you try to croak out a response.
You feel him twitch inside you and then he slowly starts to roll his hips in slow sensual waves that make your eyes roll back in your head. His hand moves up from where it was resting on your breast and curls around your throat gently, tilting your head back until you could pant against his open mouth, and you didn't even have the energy to grasp at his arms as his hips continued to snap against you deep and slow. He groaned against your lips.
"A little longer, love. Let me fill you just a little longer."
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theshipperqueenisnotdone ¡ 9 months ago
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As much as I love Lucifer (Gosh, that sounds weird without context 😭), I don't think y'all remember that he is the DEVIL IN THE BIBLE! Because I don't see any of you taking advantage of his title, like calling [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] a nickname that has to do with being Lucifer's lover.
Oh, what do I mean by this? You know, calling them nicknames like:
The Devil Bride/Groom/Nearlywed
The Fallen Angel Bride/Groom/Nearlywed
The Devil Sweetheart
Lucifer Darling
Devil Favorite Sinner
The Queen Of Hell (Move away lilith! Give up your crown now! There is a new Queen of hell now! >:D)
The Sacrifice Bride
The Devil Pet
Hell's Beloved
The One Who Get The Devil Wrapped Around Their Finger
There are numerous nicknames you can use to refer to them! Let's get creative! He's like the devil himself! And [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] is his partner! Let's bestow upon [character you ship with Lucifer Morningstar] a grand title! Get imaginative and come up with both cool and cringy titles! Let your creativity run wild with these titles! 👿😈
Side note: if you want to make it Interesting, by adding mpreg/pregnancy, you can use:
The One Who Bare With The Devil Child
The One Who Is Carrying The Devil Child
The One Who Give Their Seed To The Devil(if you want mpreg lucy)
And even more!
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kimetsu-chan ¡ 1 year ago
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I’m dying—
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I don’t even know what I did to them— 😭
@aceofstars0 I turned basil into a robot— bc he reminds me… of a robot—although it looks more like some random square dude
@silliestsakura I let you be nice and cute
@rion-isnot-an-ai hanako’s eepy
@shycroissanti this is where it starts to get weird— she has triple chins, (I’m laughing uncontrollably while making this post. I LOOSE IT whenever I see Irina)
@larz-barz it’s my understanding that cats lay in the weirdest positions—
@cloudymistedskies *NOM*
@kiyokatokito *blinks cutely*
@naramaiz okay, Amari is also pretty wholesome. She just wants a cookie
@night-mince0 😈
Like I said, I REALLY let my imagination run wild—
please give me your opinions 🥺
okay but Amari’s actually really cute—
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phoenixeclipse-lmkau ¡ 14 days ago
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Empressnight_30 asked via Ao3:
I hope the reader has genuine romantic feelings for Macaque and Wukong. I never liked the idea of Stockholm syndrome in Yandere stories. The reader still has their freedom but always comes back to them because they truly love them.
There is a nice, happy balance in their relationship. Shadowpeach is still yandere for reader and will have no problem getting rid of “pests” that hurt their darling.
Now my naughty self 😈 can't help but think about reader taking advantage of Macaque and Wukong’s “Would anything for their darling.” In alternative one-shot, reader asked them to touch her. Maybe reader was hit by some lust spell, and they are still lucid, or her desire for them is too much to hold back anymore.
Reader would ask Wukong and Macaque to squeeze her breasts, and they would happily do it. Then, as days passed, reader kept asking them to grope her body. Then, one day, she asked them to take her and let your imagination run wild after that😈😆
>>>
Oh Reader gets genuine feelings for them. Not only does she escape several times but she is able to return to her own world on more than one occasion. The monkey duo does NOT appreciate that obviously. They don’t get any say in the matter on any of these occasions.
But Reader always ends up back in their arms, one way or another. It’s slow and they hate having to wait for her. (In one instance thinking that she’s even dead) but she still comes back around to them.
However its in these times of separation that she begins to truly love and miss them. The way they cared for her, kept her company and the way they showed her just how much they loved her.
Technically because they kidnapped her she has Stockholm Syndrome but in no way did the warlords harm her in any way. They aren’t cruel to her, give her space and allow her to roam the island all she wants. The endgame is Shadowpeach x Reader but in the way that Reader is willingly with them. She could have chosen not to join the journey, she could have chosen to return to her world, she could have chosen to stay away from them, but in the end it is her choice to stay with them and to return into their arms.
She truly loves them and even when she’s talked to about all of this, at the end of the day they stay together. Even with their possessive behavior, she loves them.
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Now for the lust potion? I do quite like this idea. Something that could definitely happen at the end of the day. Love the way they have to hold off until she finally tells them to take her and fuck her~
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scratchandplaster ¡ 9 months ago
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Ben, do you know what hypnotism is? 😈
[Masterlist] | Ask game
Let's say it takes place after this, and Sam is still weirded out.
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"That's when you believe you're sick all the time, right?" 
Sam managed to catch him alone again, a more than tricky endeavor when one's world is limited to a few acres of grass. Only the stupid act of slicing their entire calf open on a rusty nail got them out of work early today.
"No, not even close. And don't argue about semantics: I don't care what he calls it, I care about what exactly he did!"
"I don't know what you're trying to get at." Ben led them towards the water to find shelter from the sun. Under the broad willow's treetop, he stopped, Sam still limping behind him.
"The thing! The thing Shepard did at dinner."
Ben glanced back: "The thing? You really have a way with words."
It was hard to keep balance, especially with the thickly wrapped leg staying suspended in the air, as Sam slid down to sit their back pressed against the tree trunk. The sad attempt at a lunge was interrupted by Ben's well-meaning hand, but quickly slapped away.
"One second you are up and talking to me, and in the next it was like a switch was flipped off. And don't you tell me that wasn't fucking weird."
The last thing they needed was an army of mindless farmers at Shepard's beck and call. Sam considered themself immune, naturally, having studied all the tactics used for recruitment. Still, the unsettling air didn't fade.
"Oh, come on. I was just doing breathwork," Ben deflected. He was rarely getting tired of explaining, though Sam really gave their best to change this fact.
"Don't 'oh, come on' me, you have to be a bit more specific today."
"Huh? I told you about the morning yoga. It's just like that, but for your mind."
"Cool. Great." Sam was jittery, now that running far away from this circus wasn't even an option anymore,  "So he walks around and does that to all of you?"
As horrifying as it seemed, they just struck gold. Literal brainwashing -imagining the view count, the sponsors mauling each other to shreds for the ad space, made them bite down on their lip in a confusing mix of wild excitement and fear.
Ben, as usual, tried to calm their tirade down. Sam's tendency to exaggerate the little details about his life started to become a near daily nuisance.
"Everything you say sounds so dramatic, of course he doesn't. There is nothing he can do without you engaging in it. Or do you see Birdie threatening us to do the Crescent Moon at gunpoint?"
"Whatever," they spit, "even if you're doing it voluntarily…why?"
"It helps me calm down." Ben shrugged and tapped a finger against his temple: "When I have trouble focusing, for example, it sorts out all the thoughts tumbling around up here."
Adderall manages that too. Though Shepard can't grow that shit on a field, can he?
They watched him subconsciously rubbing the thick sleeves of his sweater over his forearms. Despite the sunny conditions, he refused to wear a tee. 
"I know that it looks funny from the outside, but it's like…when someone reads you a bedtime story. Also helps against pain."
Pain was a thing Sam already had enough of, even without Shepard's help. Their calf itched under the gauze.
"So lets say that you're hurt: he tells you that you're not and that's it?"
Ben nodded affirmatively: "Pretty much."
"Be for real-"
"Oh, dear," he kneeled next to Sam, allowing their leg to rest comfortably on his own, "Look, don't tell him I told an outsider private info, but William and Shawn's aunt sometimes ask when the cravings start again, it distracts from the itch. Dad provides an important offer for many here. You don't need to understand, only to accept it."
Cravings? Local man cures binge-eating?! Nothing to snack on around here except dried dates and royal jelly, I would go crazy too.
"I mean, you're on edge all the time. Wouldn't hurt you to give it a try!"
If Shepard Cohen ever dared to test his voodoo shtick on them, Sam swore that his own murder would be the topic of their next episode.
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loveroftoomanyfandoms ¡ 2 years ago
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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 6: Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, tiniest bit of D/S undertones if you squint, Matt is a little shit who likes to turn Reader on at inappropriate times 😈
Word Count: ~3,100
A/N: None.
"...The Mass is ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," the priest at Clinton Church intoned at the end of Mass a couple of days later.
"Thanks be to God," Y/N -- along with Matt and the rest of the parishioners -- responded automatically.
"Please join us in singing the closing song, 'On Eagles Wings', number 280 in the Gather songbook," the head of the church choir stated. "Number 280, 'On Eagles Wings'."
Y/N sang along as the recessional proceeded, waiting until the priest had passed before gathering her purse and following Matt out of the pew. 
"I'm kind of nervous," Y/N admitted as they headed towards the back of the church.
Matt took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Having flashbacks to our youth?"
Y/N huffed out a breath. "More like I'm about to see your mother -- who is a nun , mind you -- for the first time in 20 years, especially after the things we did to each other last night… and this morning."
Matt chuckled. "Trust me, angel, my mother knows I'm no saint. You, however, she might be surprised to find out has a dark side…"
He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "... My good girl. "
Y/N's face heated as she sucked in a breath. While their first night together had been soft and slow, the previous night had been wild and passionate. Y/N had encouraged Matt to 'let the Devil out' , and boy , had he -- in the best possible way. 
He had whispered filthy praises into her ear while he had taken her from behind, the hand that had been carefully wrapped around her throat restricting air to her lungs also holding her upright against him as he had thrust up into her. "Fuck, you're a dream, Y/N, taking me so well," he had murmured. "Such a good girl, moaning so prettily for me, letting me know how good I'm making you feel. Used to imagine us together just like this, angel -- on our knees in the library at St. Agnes, having to keep you quiet while I stuffed you full of my cock so Sister Bernadette wouldn't overhear and know what we were up to..."
Y/N had let out a breathy moan and clenched around him in response at the thought of Matt's long, thick cock dragging slowly in and out of her, his hand over her mouth muffling her whimpers of pleasure as he whispered what a good girl she was being for keeping quiet while they waited for Sister Bernadette to pass by...
Matt had chuckled darkly and slightly tightened his grip. "Oh, you like that idea, don't you Y/N? You like the thought of possibly getting caught down on your knees with my cock deep inside you, my name the only prayer on your lips while I'm filling you up? Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good, huh angel? Want to show everyone that you're mine and mine alone?"
The delicious pressure inside of Y/N had built up to a pinpoint, shattering as she came with a weak croak of Matt's name.
Matt had continued to thrust into her in just the right spot, quickly triggering a second orgasm before spilling inside her with a groan.
After they were both spent, Matt had immediately switched into protective mode, making sure that he hadn't squeezed Y/N's throat too tight and accidentally left bruises. "Never want to hurt you," he had murmured as he rained gentle kisses where his fingers had been minutes before. "Wanted you for so long, so fucking lucky that I finally get to be with you. Love you so much, my beautiful angel, want to be with you forever."
Y/N had sighed blissfully, boneless from the back-to-back, earth-shattering orgasms Matt had just given her. "Mmmm, me too. Love you, Matty." 
Matt had then cleaned her up and made sure she drank some water, then had pulled her into a cuddle as they had fallen asleep together.
That morning Y/N had woken up to Matt latching onto her like a koala and snoring softly into her neck. She had kissed him awake then stroked him to hardness before taking him into her, still slightly sensitive from the previous night.
They had made love slowly again, Matt's hands gripping Y/N's hips as she rode him into oblivion.
Y/N quickly looked around to make sure that they hadn't been overheard by any of the other exiting parishioners. "We are in church, " she hissed.
Matt gave her a kiss. "It'll be fine. Like I told you, my mother will be absolutely delighted to see you again… no matter what sort of kinky fun you got up to with her son the previous night."
"Matthew!"
Matt chuckled and planted a kiss to the side of her head. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, angel. I'll stop."
They exited the church and headed around the back of the building to the church offices.
Y/N waited as Matt knocked on the door of the inner office where Sister Maggie had told him to meet after he had called her and said that he needed to speak to her.
"Yes?" Sister Maggie's voice came through the door.
Y/N stepped out of the doorway so Sister Maggie wouldn't spot her as Matt opened the door and walked in. "Hi."
"Matthew, it's good to see you. Is everything okay? It sounded urgent on the phone." Sister Maggie sounded worried.
Matt cleared his throat. "Yes, everything is fine. Great, actually."
"Then what did you need to see me about? It's not like you to just pay me a social visit."
"Well it's more like someone else needed to see you…" Matt's voice grew louder. "You can come in now."
Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door, then walked in. 
Sister Maggie gasped. "Is that -- Y/N ?"
"Hi, Sister Maggie," Y/N replied.
Sister Maggie walked over and wrapped her in a hug. "It's so good to see you, my dear."
Y/N hugged her back. "It's good to see you too. How have you been?"
"Oh, same as usual for the life of a nun." Sister Maggie stepped back. "Look at you, all grown up. How have you been? Are you back in New York?"
"I'm well. And yeah, I moved around a bit for work after college but I finally made my way back here about 5 years ago."
Matt grinned. "Y/N's a librarian at the Heiskell Braille and Talking Book Library." 
Sister Maggie shook her head fondly. "I'm really not surprised that that's the career path you chose. You were always in the library reading -- even more so after Matthew came along. I used to be able to hear you reading aloud to him when I would pass by."
Y/N smiled. "Yeah, those were some of my favorite memories and really influenced my decision to go into library science -- and special services in particular."
"See?" Matt added. "Despite what Sister Bernadette always said, I actually was a good influence on Y/N."
Sister Maggie huffed out a laugh. "You were both good for each other. So is that how you reconnected? Through the library?"
"Sort of," Y/N replied. "We bumped into each other at White Cane Day at the Lavelle School for the Blind on Wednesday -- I was there promoting our library services and Matt was a guest speaker. We talked for a bit then wound up having dinner together that evening, and well, it's been like no time has passed."
Sister Maggie smiled softly. "You two were always inseparable. I'm glad to see nothing's changed."
Matt smiled and took Y/N's hand in his, giving it a tender kiss. "Actually one thing has changed. We finally admitted how we had felt about each other, and luckily -- for me at least -- still do."
A bright smile spread across Sister Maggie's face. "I always suspected you two had feelings for each other."
Y/N laughed and gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, Matt did say that you had expected that I'd be your daughter-in-law one day."
Sister Maggie's eyebrows raised. "You know I'm Matthew's biological mother?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah, he told me."
"I told her everything," Matt added. "Even about me being Daredevil."
Sister Maggie looked even more surprised. "And you're okay with him going off and fighting criminals almost every night?"
Y/N shrugged. "I'm less okay and more understanding about it, although I did tell him to not do anything too reckless or stupid and actually get himself killed."
Sister Maggie sighed. "Hopefully he'll listen to you. Murdock men are so damn stubborn." 
Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Oh, don't I know it."
Matt shook his head, a playful smile spreading on his lips. "I knew it was a bad idea getting you two in the same room again."
Y/N gave him a gentle nudge. "Oh, hush, you."
Matt chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the temple. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Sister Maggie smiled at the two of them. "I'm really happy for you both. I couldn't have chosen someone more fitting for either of you." 
Y/N nodded at her. "Thank you." 
"We should probably get going," Matt said as the church bells chimed the half-hour. "We're Zooming with Y/N's aunt in a little while."
Sister Maggie nodded. "Okay."
Y/N gave Sister Maggie another hug. "It was really good to see you, Sister Maggie."
"You too, dear," Sister Maggie replied, giving Y/N an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so happy that Matthew found you again. Take good care of him for me, okay? And come see me again soon so we can catch up."
Y/N nodded. "Thank you, and of course I will -- on both fronts."
She and Matt bade Sister Maggie goodbye and walked back to the front of the church so they could hail a cab back to Y/N's apartment.
As soon as they made it back, Y/N got her laptop from her bedroom and set it on her coffee table. "Ready?"
Matt nodded, although he looked somewhat nervous.
Y/N gave him a quick kiss. "Love you."
"I love you too, angel."
Matt moved out of frame while Y/N sat and started the Zoom meeting.
She smiled as her aunt appeared on the screen. "Hi Aunt Ruth." 
"Hi," Aunt Ruth replied. "How are you?"
"I'm good. How's your wrist doing? Did you wind up seeing the doctor for it?"
Aunt Ruth nodded. "Yes, it just wound up being a touch of tendonitis, so she told me to take it easy for a few days and prescribed some medication for it. I'll be fine soon though."
"That's good to hear."
"How was your week? Didn't you say you were exhibiting at a library conference? How did that go?"
"It was at a school, and yeah, actually…" Y/N looked over at Matt, who gave her an encouraging smile. "It went well. Really well, in fact, because I met someone -- well actually, it's more like I found someone. An… an old friend, someone I've missed terribly."
Aunt Ruth gasped softly. "You mean…"
Y/N turned towards Matt. "You want to join me?"
Matt took a deep breath and sat next to Y/N on the sofa, taking her hand in his.
Y/N gave Matt's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Aunt Ruth, this is Matthew Murdock, my best friend from while I was at St. Agnes. Matt, meet my Aunt Ruth."
"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Y/L/N," Matt said politely.
Aunt Ruth nodded. "It's nice to finally meet you too, Matthew."
"Matt and I ran into each other at that school I was exhibiting at on Wednesday," Y/N explained.
"Quite literally," Matt added with a chuckle. "Never been so happy to accidentally bump into someone though."
Y/N smiled over at Matt. "Me either."
Aunt Ruth nodded. "Well now, Matthew, I've heard a lot about you as a child from Y/N, but why don't you fill me in on the rest of it."
Matt cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter. "Well, ma'am, you already know that I grew up at St. Agnes with Y/N, but after I left there I went to Columbia University, where I graduated with my Master's degree in law, then I opened my own law practice with my college roommate here in New York."
"Matt's handled some pretty high-profile cases over the years," Y/N added. "He and his partner helped take down a mob boss a few years ago, and he's gotten several people exonerated after they were falsely accused of some pretty serious crimes."
Matt nodded. "My partner and I believe in helping the innocent rather than taking cases from whichever client has the most money -- although we do also take on cases that will pay the bills, of course."
"Hmm." Aunt Ruth looked impressed. "So Y/N said you ran into each other at that school event? Do you have a child who's a student there?"
Real subtle, Aunt Ruth, Y/N thought.
Matt just smiled and shook his head. "No, ma'am, I actually don't have any children. I had been invited there to give a speech to the students on not letting their visual impairments define who they are and to show them that they could do anything they want to do and be whoever they want to be as long as they work hard and put their minds to it."
Y/N gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "That was a beautiful speech, by the way."
Matt shot her a smile. "Thanks. Anyway, when I read Y/N's name in the list of exhibitors I knew I had to go talk to her, and in my haste I accidentally bumped into her." 
Y/N let out a light laugh. "I still maintain that I bumped into you, but the point is that we talked for a minute but since the exhibits were about to open we decided to have dinner together so we could catch up."
She took a deep breath. "We had a nice, long talk, part of which was about how we had felt about each other as kids and the fact that even though we had both grown as people and had had other relationships over the years our feelings for each other never went away." 
Matt squeezed her hand encouragingly.
Y/N smiled up at him. "So needless to say we've decided to see where this goes."
Aunt Ruth nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Well then, I can safely presume that you'll be accompanying Y/N when she visits me next month, correct, Matthew? I'd like to get to know the man who has had my niece's heart all these years."
Matt nodded, relief visible on his face. "Yes, ma'am. I can definitely do that."
"Good. Now, I have to run -- I've got my pokeno group in an hour and I still need to make something to bring -- but I'll see you both soon."
"Have a good time, Aunt Ruth," Y/N said. "Love you."
"Love you too, dear. Matthew, looking forward to meeting you in person."
"You too," Matt replied.
"Bye now."
"Bye." Y/N ended the call and turned to Matt. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Matt shook his head. "Actually, it went way better than I expected."
He gave her a kiss. "So when exactly are we going? I'll let Foggy know that I'll be out of town."
"Labor Day weekend. I was going to fly out the Friday afternoon before and come back on Labor Day. Would that work for you?"
Matt nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I don't have court scheduled for that week and the office is closed on the holiday."
"Okay. I haven't booked my flight yet, so we can just book together now if you want."
"Yeah, that sounds fine. Do I need to get a hotel or anything?"
"No, Aunt Ruth has a guest room. Any airline preferences or whatever?"
Matt shook his head. "Whatever you choose is fine with me."
"Okay." Y/N's phone buzzed with an incoming text. "Oh, wait a second."
She picked it up. "Aww." 
Matt tilted his head curiously. "What is it?"
Y/N shook her head. "Aunt Ruth. She said, 'I've hated seeing you so heartbroken all these years and have been praying for you to find peace. I'm glad you found Matthew again -- I'm looking forward to meeting him properly'." 
"Well that's nice of her."
Y/N huffed out a laugh as her phone chimed again. "Yeah but now she says, 'Also I can't wait to rub the fact that you're dating a handsome, successful attorney in Marisol Vaughn's face at Pokeno later. Might finally shut her up about the fact that her daughter's husband is a dentist.'."
Matt's face turned pink. "Ah. I see."
"Fair warning, we're going for her birthday, so don't be surprised if she winds up having a birthday dinner of some sort just so she can show you off."
Matt grinned. "That's fine. I can handle meeting your aunt's friends if it means I have her approval."
Y/N did a quick search for flights out of New York and pulled up the ones for Labor Day weekend. "Okay, here's one that leaves JFK at 4:30 Friday afternoon and arrives in Miami around 7:45…"
Matt nodded. "That's fine."
"For our return flight… afternoon okay? Leave at 11:30, back around 2:45? Or did you want to take a later flight?"
"No, morning is fine."
"Okay, one second…"
Y/N got their flights booked then shut her laptop. "Alright, that's all set."
She smiled. "Now I just need to meet Foggy and Karen and then all of the important introductions will be complete." 
Matt gave her a soft kiss. "They're excited to meet you."
"I'm excited to meet them too."
Matt stretched. "I've got some stuff I need to do before court tomorrow, so I should probably head out, but I'll call you later?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah, okay."
She stood and walked Matt over to the door. "Hey, if you happen to go out as Daredevil tonight… Be careful, okay?"
Matt nodded and gave her a soft kiss. "I will, I promise. Love you."
"Love you too."
Y/N let Matt out and locked the door behind him, then went to change out of her church clothes and into something more comfortable before settling into bed for a nap, already missing the feel of Matt's arms around her.
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tomatoswup ¡ 2 years ago
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hello! your writing is super good and im glad your requests are open!! it's not a suggestion including an oc, but im using my trisona as a reference.. what about vash's relationship with a person who doesn't want to have a romantic relationship, but still ended up falling for him? i have a hc that he's like this too, but imagine both wanted to have something else and being scared to hurt each other :(
hehehe hello anon~ and thank u for serving this beautiful piece of ANGST😈,,,you gave it to the wrong fiend hehehe jk its in the right hands :D I kinda wrote this with the thought that between this person and vash that it isn’t just based on really the original thought of love (affection, physical touch,etc) but more based on the thought of a more emotional love? SORRY IF I MADE IT TOO ANGSTY ITS JUST IN MY BLOOD TO MAKE THINGS A TAD BIT SADDER😭😭
Vash totally respect that this person isnt trying finding any romantic involvement.
Even if he likes them the same way and thinks the same about not wanting a relationship, he would try his best to protect them.
Because he cares about them.
Just maybe this connection between them doesnt have to be a romantic one, but a more emotionally/platonic based one.
Vash's relationship with this person would be very...particular. In some senses, it could be seen as a mutual partnership in the eyes of others, but to both Vash and this individual it would be more than that. And maybe that doesn't have to have a label or name to it.
Even if both didn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship but they still fell in-love with each-other, they would try their best to support eachother, more if they both share feelings about one another. You could look at it more at a emotional intimacy stance than a physical one.
They’d be by Vash more in his times of need whenever he’s in moralistic dilemmas, if those nightmares of his got the better of him, or if those depressive thoughts made their rounds.
And maybe because of who Vash is, as both individual who wouldn't want anyone he cares about hurt and his life as the Humanoid Typhoon, that he would try to push them away as much as he can.
But they can't necessarily let him go, can they?
Of course, dealing with feelings they never expected to have about the blonde himself would be nerve wrecking at first. But I feel like the more they come to realize those feelings, this person would find their own way to deal with them, or at least find another way to express them, just not in a romantic sense.
Probably by supporting him emotionally instead of physically really.
But perhaps it's fate or luck, or maybe it's something not made for this reality, but maybe for another. The fear would always be there, as long as Vash is on the run.
In a different prospective, Vash would still love to spend his eternities with this person, if it were all different, even as friends, lovers, or a platonic other.
There isn't much they can do, but understand, trust and survive with each other in the Wild Wild West, even if it means having to sacrifice the thought of being something more.
Life is hard no doubt, and the both of them understand it, but there was too much going on for the pair to work. Like I said,
Perhaps in another world everything could work out, and where not everything could be so complicated.
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themistressdomme ¡ 9 months ago
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oh hey you 🤭🥰 my weekend off was lovely thank you!! i rested a little bit, i’m off this weekend too and i’m going to be drinking both days so we’ll see how that goes 🫣 how was your weekend?
you think i would give in first??? oh mistress, you’re so incorrect 😉 you think a few little neck kisses and light touches are going to make me crumble?? let’s see how you hold up when i don’t make a sound… even if you pulled lightly at my hair, i’d just roll my eyes or even giggle a little at your attempts to distract me. i have a feeling you would give in first… i’m sure i could make that happen 👀
i like to think i have a wild imagination… i can’t help it, it runs wild when i’m being a slut 😉🤭
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Oh, my little bouquet, back and feeling a little bratty, hm? Your faux innocence makes me cackle.
Oh, sweet thing, I do love a challenge. You think I'm going to give in because you won't make your pretty little noises for me, hm? Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. I'll start doubling and tripling my efforts at teasing you, and I will be relentless until you finally give in and make a cute little peep.
Try rolling your eyes at me, sweet thing, see where that gets you 😈 There's nothing I enjoy more than putting a pretty brat right back in place.
Ah yes, the wild imagination of a perfect little slut, hm? I'd love to pick your brain about that
Drinking both days?! That sounds lovely, sweet 🥰 Make sure you drink lots of water too, especially before bed, to avoid hangovers and feeling icky! I had a good weekend too, thank you doll. A little bit of work, a lot of relaxing xx
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thegreatobsesso ¡ 1 year ago
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Happy STS!
I'm having a tired brain day and failing at coming up with a good question, so just give me something you wrote recently. A few lines you think I'd get a kick out of, a few lines you got a kick out of, whatever. Share something tasty with me 💜
I love you! You've left me some amazing comments about Riley/Nauxial so here's an intensely spoilery, extremely tasty bit at comes at the very end of book one. 😈 It's more than a couple of lines but I kinda want you to know this happens. The context is that Nauxie has just finally gotten his wish and taken the body of someone close to Riley, with her help. So he's alive and outside her head for the first time in the story!
Riley POV
“You’re so quiet,” he said, looking into her eyes fondly. He reached up, caressed her face. “I’m no longer privy to your inner workings and I miss it already. Tell me what you’re thinking.” 
He spoke to her like a pet. He always had. She had no desire to share her thoughts for his amusement, so she reached behind his head and pulled his lips to hers. 
It surprised him; that was good. It only took him a moment to recover himself, and when he did he gripped her tighter. She opened her mouth and pulled him closer; let her magic out and sent it around him. He felt it as he slipped his tongue against hers. It drew a ragged breath from deep in his - Mark's - lungs. She moaned softly into his mouth before he could start to think. 
An echo of him was still inside her. She could still feel it. Just a single thread, ready to snap. His burning blood; his relentless hunger. 
His magic. 
She’d spent enough time hunched over Petri dishes the last few years to know what Extraction felt like, and had enough practice in shifting fields to know she could reach it on her own. She could probably only sustain it for a few seconds, but a few seconds was all she’d need. 
She clamped down and pulled. 
And when he jerked back, his lust already doused by the shock, it was too late. She was all through every cell in his body. He’d let her in, just like she did him, all those years ago. 
“You can’t,” he gritted out, even as his skin shriveled and greyed before her. “You need me.” 
“I need your power,” she said, setting the spell loose and tearing it out. 
It ripped through her, changing her into something like the monster he’d been - powers she’d never known and could never have imagined, running through her veins, shorting out her cells, overcoming her body. Her muscles threatened to burst with the strain. 
Maybe it felt like this for Callie; maybe just a little bit like this, with Peter’s solitary power. Nauxial had them all and more. 
He drained out of Mark’s eyes and the body that held him crumpled to the ground. 
In that sliver of a moment where his soul - or whatever it was that made a person alive - was suspended between life and death, she turned back to her own power, now buried underneath a teeming mass of stolen ones. She found his dying spirit, took hold, and flung it far beyond the in-between place where he might be able to reach her, into whatever lied beyond, into what she hoped was absolutely nothing or worse. 
The work wasn’t over; every power he’d ever gained was burning in her body, churning like a wild sea. She bent over, breathed, and directed it. She saw where it fit and led it to intertwine where it belonged; she drew in deep breaths and changed. 
An unnatural amalgamation. A monstrous mess. Everything he’d been, inside her now. Twisted. Violent. Wrong. 
When it was done, the air smelled different. The world around her looked small and malleable. If she raised her arms and let herself go she could reshape the earth, or break it beyond recognition. She was the monster now. 
That was for Mark, she thought, as her synapses fizzled and Nauxial’s mangled magic settled into her bones. It was made of pure spite; it tasted sweet, like revenge. 
She breathed in the new world and wondered, distantly, if it would be the last human thing she’d ever feel. 
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starstruckkittensweets ¡ 2 years ago
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Star. I'm back.
I- I'm on like episode 131 and it's after the T family has their nice lil hospital convo with the top 3, ya know what I'm talking about?
So now I'm here. With thoughts. About a certain crispy pretzel man. Yes. Yah. You know what I'm thinking. I have yet to search his x reader tag and I'M AFRAID STAR. GIVE ME COURAGE.
I do not understand how I'm feeling towards him after not having ever liked him. It's the villain perspective that gets me😭 it's what happened with Zeke and then I freaking SIMP AND I CAN'T.
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BIRCH IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO THIS ASK AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE! I swear I didn’t mean to leave you hanging for so long 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
But on the other hand... *ahem* Dabi x reader tag *ahem*
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Oh my dear, we have so much to discuss. The villains are always the ones to simp for, and I know you’ve been through the same thing with Zeke 😂 Do not be afraid my dear, search the tags and let your imagination run wild!
Come to the dark side, we have cookies and Dabi and smut! 😈 and also a side of traumatic pasts and tears and overall angst but I promise it’s a good time all around 😅
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nytb ¡ 2 years ago
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Poll Time
I know I didn't take the last poll into consideration (I did because you did get the frankfurt ruling the world and Alexia love story; but you didn't see me doing the Villain storyline regardless now did ya😈)
So... what if... (I won't finish said sentence because - let your imagination run wild)
Based on this picture, what are you voting for the "Hero to Villain" series?
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moonless-if ¡ 3 years ago
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👾 <3 👾
hell or high water - the rescues
We can make it out alive Under cover of the night No one here is safe Trees are burning ravens fly Smoke is filling up the sky We are running out of time
sooo because this is a song on the unknown one's playlist, i'm hesitant to explain too much about it since he's a mysterious RO due to.... plot reasons.
but the vibes are on point and the lyrics serve as a bit of a peek into TUO's past 👀
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