#pure confusion and terror

[vampireonastick]

Made another phone background from the new chapter, except this time it’s a series of Sigma’s reactions to the constant bullshit happening around him

Stay strong king, you’ll get outta this alive. I’ll save you myself if I have to

[yandere-writer-momo]

Part 2 🖤I made the demon king a black man. I don’t see many Yandere POC OCs 🖤

Yandere Head Canons:

Defying Destiny

Yandere Demon King x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero (mentioned)

TW: imprisonment, kidnapping, stalking, uncomfortable themes, sexual themes, Somniaphilia, Dacryphilia, etc.

Part 1

You woke up wrapped in the silk sheets of snow unfamiliar bed. Your eyes wild and your heart raced in your chest like a startled animal. Where were you and where was Reinhardt?! Why were there candles everywhere in this dark bedroom? Was Reinhardt planning to… oh god you were terrified.

You felt a sob rack through you when reality set in. Had Reinhardt stolen you away to live out some sort of sick fantasy instead of going through with his quest to slay the demon king? No… Reinhardt wouldn’t bring you to such a luxurious home. But who on earth brought you here?

“I see you’re awake, my delicate flower.” Your head snapped to the doorway to see the silhouette of a large man. You felt your blood run cold and a shiver run down your spine by his presence. That raspy baritone voice belonged to a stranger.

You flinched when the man suddenly slapped his clawed hands on the end of the king sized bed. Your eyes met gold for the first time and you seeped your heart stopped in your chest from pure terror. There was no mistaking who your captor was… he was the demon king.

“What’s the matter, saintess?” He chuckled as he reached a taloned finger out to hook around a strand of your hair. “Cat got your tongue?”

You felt tears stream down your cheeks when he flashed his long fangs at you. He was bewitchingly beautiful with his burnt umber skin and golden eyes. There was no doubt he was a demon and that fact terrified you. What did he want from you? Was he… was he going to kill you?

The demon king sighed at your shivering form before he moved himself to sit beside you. His hand moved to hold yours. “It’s alright, darling. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You sniffled when he began to wipe away your tears. “W… what?”

“I’d never hurt my saintess.” The demon king gave you a toothy smile. “My beautiful, merciful saintess… my salvation.”

You gasped when he brought your right hand up to his lips to press a tender kiss to the back of it. “It’s so wonderful to finally have you here with me… you’ll be safe here.”

“I’m just a bit confused about all of this…” You felt so small under his intense gaze, like he was about to pounce on you at any second. “Who are you and why have you taken me?”

The demon lord chuckled as he rose up from the bed to stand at his full, intimidating height. His curved black horns nearly added another foot to his height which made he give you a smirk. “Why I am the Demon King but you can call me Amon.”

The demon king- no, Amon, bowed his head to you. “And I took you to save you.”

You were surprised to see a tray of freshly made food in front of you when Amon snapped his fingers. Your stomach growled at the delicious sight, but you were hesitant to accept… Amon quickly caught onto your hesitance and took a bite of the food for you. “Don’t worry, it’s real and completely edible. Only the best for my saintess.”

You shyly took a bite and smiled at the taste. It was lovely…

Amon smiled warmly at you, his golden eyes studied your satisfied smile in pure joy. He was so happy to please you!

Amon ran his talons through his long black hair with a smile. “I’ll take care of you from now on. You’re safe here.”

As the weeks melted into months, Amon kept his word. None of his demon nor monster henchmen were mean towards you, unlike the hero’s party. Sure Amon was never far from you, but his company was much preferred over Reinhardt’s. Amon would bring you meals and made sure you had fresh clothes. He pampered you like a beloved pet.

Though it was never officially stated, you were Amon’s lover. And thus, you treated as such by his subjects. They’d wait for you on hand and foot. You received various expensive clothing and jewelry, they were eager to make you smile. It was such a stark contrast compared to your treatment prior…

You often gazed out your window at the volcanic city below. It was fascinating just how different monsters and demons lived from humans… so why did the humans want to destroy them so much?

You jumped when Amon entered the room to wrap his muscular arms around your waist, his nose pressed onto your shoulder. A few of his box braids tickled your skin. “I missed you so much… I just wish the humans would leave us alone. I grow tired of the hero and his party. They’re so much weaker without your barriers and healing. To think they never treated you well. What a bunch of losers.”

You turned to gaze at Amon in interest. “What is it that they’re after? Why do the humans hate your people so much?”

Amon gave you the softest of smiles, a bit of his fangs peaked out from under his lip. “Our magic stones. Monsters and demons produce enough magic stones to fuel humanity for eons… they’re worth a lot of money to humans.”

Amon pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, his gold eyes stared expectantly up at you. “You’re the only human to ever question their greed and motives. You don’t wish to be bound to a destiny thrust upon you by the world.”

Amon bent down on one knee and pressed his lips over your palms and fingers. “Join me. Together we can defy our destiny. You don’t have to be a Saintess forced to marry the hero and I won’t have to be a page in the history books.”

You felt a blush on your cheeks when he tilted his handsome face at you. “Let’s watch the world burn together.”

And now you had a choice to make. To fulfill the destiny predetermined for you or to defy your destiny.

[bunnis-monsters]

The mating bond of a prince

Yandere!Demon Prince x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 17th

Oct 16

Oct 18

summary:

warning: dubcon, kind of angsty, breeding, mating, marking, possessive and obsessive behavior

a/n: I wanna do more with this concept, but here���s a snippet for monstertober because I’m behind ><

Demons were said to be cruel creatures incapable of love or empathy, soulless beings that fed on fear and misery… and for the most part, that was true.

But what humans didn’t know about demons was one simple fact. There is only one person that they will ever love and care for…

Their mate.

Every demon was born into the world with one thought in their mind.

To find their mate.

Soon, other thoughts would pop up from time to time. They had to eat to continue the search for their mate, tear down humans cities to help their species thrive so their mate would have a comfortable place to live once they found them.

If they didn’t fight to end human civilization, where would their mates live and raise young? Taking their beloved back to hell with them was out of the question!

This was how the demon king managed to help demon numbers increase and keep his army growing. If each demon was born with the urge to procreate and create a good nesting ground for their mate, they could be easily controlled.

He just hadn’t expected his son, the prince of hell to be bound to a human.

The prince had recently conquered a small village. As he went about killing the men, his entire body began to throb.

In the distance, he smelled something that had his head spinning. One of the small cottages was on fire, that heavenly scent coming from inside.

He felt his body being pulled towards it, so he completely ignored the humans attempting to kill him and walked towards the cottage.

Breaking down the door was easy, but being enveloped in your overwhelming scent made it hard to think.

The second he saw you, injured and barely confused as a fellow demon stood over your fragile, human body, he felt something he had never felt before.

Protective.

Within seconds he was shirking your body, his claw drenched in the demons blood from ripping his throat out. Why was he doing this? You were just some human woman, but his soul was bound to you.

He couldn’t let you die.

When you woke up, you were somewhere strange… some sort of contraption beeped next to you, the beeps increasing in frequency as you sat up and looked around… only to spot a demon by your bed.

All you felt was pure terror.

You stared at the creature whose specifies was responsible for the deaths of so many of your friends and family, who killed innocents in cold blood. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to speak.

“Please… let me go…”

But when the prince looked into your eyes for the first time, his body felt like it had been set on fire.

He loved you, and you were his mate.

Not once in his life had he ever looked upon another creature with such fondness and care. The prince made his way to your bed, kneeling by your side and taking your hand.

“My love… oh, my darling do not fear… here you are safe, you’ll be treasured for all eternity…”

He kissed the back of your hand, your gut burning with anger and shame. This thing had taken you as some sort of… bride?

“W-what about my family?”

The words finally came out after a few days in the hospital. In this time, you learned that demon society was far ahead of the human one, with machines that could monitor your heart rate and medicines that kept you from being in pain.

It was… comfortable.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold. “What about them? They are humans, they will be culled like the rest.”

You clutched your blanket in your fists, your eyes welling up with tears. Something about you crying made his chest ache, and the prince reached out to caress your cheek.

“Why do you cry? Are you not comfortable?”

The demon could not comprehend your feelings towards your loved ones. He simply saw them as pests that needed to be eradicated, and could only feel love for you, his mate.

“They’re my family, I love them!”

Your sudden exclamation had him raising an eyebrow, his tail twitching. Were they really that important?

The prince knew that every human from your village was already dead, there was no way your family had survived. But to placate his mate, he wrapped his tail around you, using his soft black wings to encircle you and bring you close.

“I’ll have my men escort them somewhere safe. You may not see them, but they will live.”

This lie made you relax, and you settled into his arms. You felt like you could finally rest, and slept like a baby for the first time since you had been taken away.

The prince wanted to take things slow, but news that his mate had turned out to be a human woman spread through the kingdom until it reached his father.

He was called in to meet with the King, who was displeased, but mildly amused.

“I hear you’ve taken on a human mate, my son. You know how the royal court will react.”

The prince nodded, standing tall and confident in front of his father. “I am prepared to defend my mate to my dying breath, as would any demon.”

“That’s all well and good, but a human mate is an eyesore. You should hurry up and get her pregnant, there will be less danger once an heir is produced.”

Everyone knew that demon blood was powerful, being the dominant trait in every pairing. Once she was pregnant with the heir to the throne, not a single creature would dare to touch her.

It had only been a week since you had been home from the hospital, staying with the demon prince when suddenly approached you.

“My love…”

His lips peppered across your neck, hands holding onto your waist before sliding to your hips. “I wanted to wait… to give you time to adjust…”

You froze when his tail moved between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. “But this is the only way to keep you safe… please, don’t be afraid… I’ll be gentle.”

The pieces slowly came together as his tail played with your cunt, rubbing against your panties before slipping under them and toying with your clit.

His hand was on your belly, eyes darting between your face and thighs. The way he moved his hand around your stomach…

He was going to breed you.

You squirmed for a bit, letting out an uncomfortable whine, but settled down when his clawed hand danced across your chest, groping one of your breasts as his face buried itself into your neck.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, love… this life is comfortable, isn’t it? I can give you a life of peace and safety, where you don’t have to fear war or pain. You’ll be taken care of.”

The very thought of some human male touching his lover made a growl rumble in his chest. You’d be staying with him, that wasn’t an option… but he wanted it to be something you chose yourself.

It felt sinful feeling wet from the demon playing with your fat pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of your as the tip of his tail continued to stimulate your clit, your juices flowing down your thighs.

He said your family was safe… was it so bad to let this demon take you as his mate? You were tired of long nights full of screams from people running from demons, of days without a proper meal as you rationed your supplies so you wouldn’t have to leave your home.

Couldn’t you live a comfortable life? You’ve suffered enough…

So you let him pin you down, watching as his fat cock rubbed against your leg. You had never seen a man naked before, so you were unsure if the size was normal… but you knew it had to be bigger than average.

His wings fluttered as his cock rested against your thigh. It nudges you, his tail lifting from your cunt to your tits, playing with them.

“I love you… more than you could ever imagine. You never have to want for anything again. I’ll give you everything…”

The pain of him taking your virginity made you cry out, your nails digging into his forearm. It didn’t hurt him at all, and he simply cooed, his wings soft as he dried his best to comfort you.

“Shh… shh… oh, my love I know it hurts. It won’t be for long…”

His lips pressed against your forehead, sweat already beading down. It wasn’t easy trying to take something so large inside of you for the first time…

The second you eased into it a bit, he pulled back out and slammed into you. He hadn’t meant to be rough, but he had struggled to control his urge to breed you from the second he realized you were his mate.

“I love you…” he murmured, gripping your hips as he fucked you, his teeth lightly gracing your neck. He wanted to cover you in bites and hickeys, claiming you completely.

He wasn’t done with you until your belly bulged with his cum. You smelled so much like him that he was a sappy mess.

You were exhausted, sore, and in need of a bath… but your demon mate curled around you protectively, kissing all over your body.

Within a month you were confirmed to be pregnant, and were moved into the palace as a princess.

You’d live a life of comfort… but were practically betraying your species by baring the future demon prince.

The current demon prince would soon be king, and you his queen.

An honor and the biggest shame.

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[saints-who-never-existed]

I want to think a bit more about this but right now I just want to say that I'm blown away and delighted by all the thoughtful replies this has gotten already! :)

I hope it didn't come across as condescending in any way - lord knows there have been plenty of times I myself have struggled to parse the funky wee accents and unique dialects of my own countrymen...

And I also hope I haven't given the impression that some mystical new level of understanding is unlocked when one happens to know one's Liverpudlians from one's Mancunians because that's certainly not the case.

Really, I just like thinking about language and locality and all the possible influences that could have on character - nature vs. nurture and that sort of thing. :)

I've been thinking about Terror character/actor accents and origins again today and I'd love to hear some non-British/otherwise outside perspectives on the subject at some point - might even attempt to make a poll about it.

I'm just curious!

Do you find the different accents in the show difficult to understand at any point? Are some more challenging than others? Do you think having more context on different character accents and origins would change anything about your understanding/interpretations of the show and the relationships within it?

[babyfoxflower]

The One That Outsmarted Him

Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: 18+, MNDI, Yandere! Alastor, Murder, Blood, Kidnapping, Groping, Implied Noncon

You.

You were the only person to ever escape Alastor ‘the Bayou Butcher’ Hartfelt. It was honestly slightly humiliating that the one to outsmart him was a silly girl. A petite woman who he could have easily overpowered and slit her throat. What a pretty little throat yours was.

Once the humiliation wore off though. Alastor started having different feelings about you. Admiration, respect, and strangely, for him, infatuation. In other words, he was in love with you. You were going to be his. Whether you wanted to or not. He’d track you down, chain you up so you couldn’t escape, and love you for the rest of his life. Even if you managed to escape, he’ll just hunt you down again.

Alastor hummed as he opened his trunk, in there laid a brown sack that squirmed around and made muffled panic noises.

“Someone wake up from their nap? Don’t worry, ma Cherie. You’ll be out soon,” he cooed as he stroked his large hand over the outline of a human body.

He hoisted the sack over his shoulder before closing the trunk. He carried it all the way down to his basement, where there was a comfy queen sized bed with a chain ready for his darling.

He gently dropped the bag onto the bed, causing a little bounce. He opened it up and there you were, looking so adorable and confused.

“There she is,” he chuckled as he pulled you out of the sack.

Your hands and feet were bond and there was a gag keeping you from speaking. As soon as you saw who your captor was, fear consumed you and you started to fight the best you could in your state.

“Now, now, I’ll untie you. Just let me get the chain.”

Alastor picked up the chain that was attached to the wall and placed it as gently as he could on your neck before clamping it closed. It had enough room for you to breathe but was still sturdy enough to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

He then untied your wrists and ankles before removing the gag.

“Please, don’t kill me! I didn’t tell anyone about that night!” You cried out.

“Shhh,” Alastor placed his finger to your lips, “It’s alright, my love, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Memories flashed back of you coming in the station after hours to get something you left behind. You heard something in the recording room. Curiosity got the better of you and you entered only to see the famous radio host who happened to also be your employer stabbing a man to death.

The smile, the horrid smile that was on his face as he carved into the unknown man. Just the pure ecstasy Alastor was clearly experiencing from such an atrocious act. It was so terrifying that you nearly fainted. However, all you could do was stand there motionless, face twisted in terror.

Once the man was dead, Alastor laughed, “Thank you for the entertainment, ol’ chum.”

He began cleaning his glasses with his handkerchief, his face still covered with the crimson liquid. When he put them back on, he turned and saw you.

“Oh dear, looks like we have a little witness. Y/n, you just had to show up at the wrong time,” He tsked.

“Please, Mister Hartfelt…” was all you could manage to say.

“I try not to make it a habit of killing women, but I guess in this case I have no choice. Sorry, Sweetheart. But, hey, I’ll make it quick. You’ll barely feel a thing,” he said as he approached you.

Tears started streaming down your cheeks, “Please, don’t kill me. I won’t tell anyone.”

“A real shame, you were such a hardworker and quite a charming lady,” he raised his knife.

Out of desperation, you did the one thing you could think of in that moment, you kissed him. Alastor took a step back, shocked. Out of surprise, he dropped his knife. You seized the opportunity and ran away. You escaped with your life.

Now what could he possibly want with you? It was true that you didn’t tell anyone about that encounter. You only quit by letter and never went back to that radio station again.

“I brought you here, ma Cherie, because I love you,” Alastor pressed his lips against yours.

“What!?” You said into the forced kiss.

He reluctantly pulled away, “I love you and I’m going to keep you forever.”

“What!?”

“I assure you that you will be safe and provided for, my love,” he smiled tenderly as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

The look on his face was of a smitten schoolboy. Pupils dilated, face flushed.

“How can you love me? You hardly know me. I worked for you but it’s not like we ever talked much. Not mentioning that you tried to KILL ME!”

“I know, but that was in the past. Let’s focus on the future instead,” he wiped your remaining tears away, “I love you and will never hurt you now or ever. That’s a promise.”

Suddenly, he lifted you up and laid you down so that your head was on the pillows. You let out a squeak that he found absolutely adorable. He took off his leather gloves and let his hands explore your body.

“What are you doing?”

“I apologize, I just couldn’t resist getting to touch my bride,” he said before cupping your breasts in each hand.

“Bride!?”

Alastor ignored your outburst and forced you into another kiss. His hands massaged your chest. He moaned at the feel of you underneath him, how soft you were. The fact that you were all his now, oh, he was going to savior this moment.

He held you down as you kept trying to push him away. How cute, you were playing hard to get. He continued to kiss you until you eventually kissed him back, you didn’t want to but it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop until you did.

A string of saliva formed at the bottom of each of your lips as he pulled away, “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”

“Wait, I’m a…”

“A what, my love?”

“A virgin.”

You regretted saying that as it only seemed to make him even more aroused. He licked his lips even. A hunger rose from deep inside of him.

“Oh. Isn’t that lovely? I get to be the first and only man to make love to you,” he smiled a slightly psychotic smile.

“Wait!” You pleaded as he began removing your dress.

He suddenly stroked that special place between your legs which led you to moan uncontrollably. Your body betrayed you.

“Don’t worry, ma Cherie. I will be gentle. I promise,” he gave you a reassuring kiss before unbuckling his belt.

[tswkento]

university au! where once, at a party, sukuna was decent enough to scare off a creep who wouldn’t let you free and ever since then you’ve been stuck to him like a glue.

that night he was so bored out of his mind that decided to leave the party early and he couldn’t help but hear your ringing voice over the muffled music from the house.

“i said no! let me go, please!”

sukuna’s steps deteriorated from his car as he glanced back, spotting two figures hidden in a dark corner. you, with your back against the surface as you stared up with terror on your face, and some dude he had no idea about, towering over your figure and trapping you with his arms around you.

cursing under his breath, sukuna shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and quickly approached, his booming voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“back the fuck off.”

the dude managed a somewhat menacing chuckle, “or what?” but his eyes were a little too late to recognise sukuna’s imposing figure as he visibly jolted away from you and stumbled upon his feet in an attempt to escape his wrath.

you let out a relieved sigh and looked at sukuna before suddenly leaping at him with hug; arms eagerly wrapping around his middle as you buried your snotty face in his chest while sukuna’s own features distorted in utter confusion with a sprinkle of pure disgust.

his arms hung beside him awkwardly as he grumbled,“the fuck are you doing?” for a tiny thing like yourself you sure had some strength to your limbs as you crushed him in an unexpectedly warm embrace.

you gazed up at him, the bright beam of your lips completely overshadowing your previously fearful expression, “you’re my hero, sukuna!”

silence took over for a second before he roughly raked his palm over his face, cursing once again as he willed himself to be a little more patient since you were a girl.

“for fuck’s s—” sukuna muttered and, as gently as he could(not really), gripped your shoulders in an attempt to unlatch you from himself. but you persisted on fucking trying to merge with him through whatever this was and hugged him even tighter. “enough. let go, you brat.”

his twitchy disdainful expression probably worked because once you peered up at him your courageous act seemed to deflate and you stepped away with a pout on your jutted bottom lip.

seeing no point in having further interaction, sukuna just shoved his hands into his pockets once again and strode away from you and the ongoing party behind you, unaware of your dreamy eyes following his figure as you took your time building up some more bravery to follow him.

he didn’t stop when he heard rushed steps behind himself, continuing on his journey to get back to his dorm room, but when mop of your hair appeared before his eyes sukuna couldn’t help the irritated sigh that escaped him.

“d’you prefer sweet or sour stuff?”

he ignored your question, noting that you started walking backwards as you tried to get him to look at you. he already knew it was gonna end badly.

“okay, what about cakes? you like em?”

“ohh, maybe you like spicy things!”

“or maybe—” was the last thing to come out of your mouth before sukuna yanked you into himself, preventing you from tripping over some rock you didn’t care to notice, too engrossed in annoying the living shit out of him.

he leaned closer to your face while yanking you by the collar of your jacket like one would with a stray kitten, grabbing in its nape, and raised his brows questioningly, “are you gonna leave me alone?”

you frowned with a petulant bite of your lips, the crease between your brows deepening, and clasped your hands behind your back with an unsure look, “i just wanna know what you like so i can show my gratitude.”

sukuna’s eyes squinted as he quickly scanned up and down your figure, mind assuring him that maybe you could show him your gratitude with something other than a sweet treat, but since the sincere innocence on your face in no way matched his unholy thoughts — sukuna decided that he’d just let go and hope that you’ll eventually get bored of him.

he clicked his tongue at you and let go of you, and you seemed to get the message; you didn’t follow him, didn’t run after him, so sukuna forgot about you the next day.

and the next day you waved at him in the hallway.

sukuna didn’t even spot you at first, he only noticed when one of his teammates pointed at you: excitedly waving your arm with that childishly hopeful shine in your big eyes and a sunny beam that intimidated him to no end. shaking his head in annoyance, sukuna just walked forwards, blindly unaware of the lovesick look in your eyes.

[slvttyplum]

halloween, the night of terror, especially in your house. the dim lights and cozy atmosphere as only the light from the window shined on your face.

your phone ringing, distracting you from your thoughts as you peel your eyes from the tv, an unknown number. maybe it’s choso; he still wasn’t back from the store yet, but why call from another number? no time for more thinking.

answering the call was pointless and quite annoying—nothing but static and what sounded like heavy breathing. about to hang up, a deep, raspy voice calls out to you, causing a double take from you.

“hey… open the door.” nothing else was said; your face was covered with pure confusion. how odd.

“choso?” peeling the comforter off of you and making your way to your bedroom door, one hand on the knob while your other hand was firmly on the phone.

nothing else was said.

groaning to yourself as you hung up and threw your phone on the bed, choso wasn’t one for pranks, let alone making you feel uneasy knowing you were home alone at night.

opening your door quietly as you make your way to the front door—maybe this was just a weird misunderstanding or choso getting lost in translation—those were your exact thoughts until a note on the front door caught your eye.

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

internally screaming in terror, running back to the bedroom, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck.

your heart dropping to your ass when you see the sight right in front of you.

a dark silouhette in your bedroom walking towards you with that fucking mask, the mask that everyone recognized. the masked man right in front of you, hanging a few inches above you.

no words spoken, well, that was until...

“run.” the man spoke, and you did exactly that.

running wherever you saw fit, your mind overloading, not knowing what to do.

running towards the front door, but mr. ghostface knew you like the back of his hand, so close behind you, you could feel the heat from his body.

your hand on the doorknob and his covering yours, his other hands sliding up the side of your body to your neck, finding himself sliding a finger over the hickey your boyfriend placed on you a few hours before.

swallowing thickly, closing your eyes tightly as you feel him move his body closer. pushing his body against yours as your body is pushed on the doorknob in front of you.

his hand traveling back down to your side and to the front of you, sliding his hand in between your legs and quiet whimper as you feel his fingers rub against your core.

he couldn’t wait; he wanted to take you now. removing his hand from yours and pulling down your shorts, revealing you were wearing nothing underneath.

“you were prepared... just for me.” moving his hand back in between your thighs and slowly sliding a finger inside of you.

warm wetness covering his finger, softly breathing out. his mouth so wet, craving your pussy on his tongue, pushing another finger inside of you, pumping you full.

his other hand sliding up to your tit, squeezing it as he keeps fingering you. your mouth dry as you moan, grabbing his arm that caressed you, moving your hips as you went with the flow of his fingers.

your shorts lay around your ankle, and the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. there was nothing else on your mind but the fact that two quite big fingers were stretching you out and hitting every spot inside of you just right, not missing a beat.

mr. ghostface, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down his jeans along with his briefs carefully, making sure not to mess up the flow of his fingers inside of you.

his dick out, touching his belly button, cum leaking from his tip, and your backside, along with you dripping on his fingers, turning him on so much he’s breaking a sweat under his mask.

your soft moans are turning him on so much; he’s heard them so many times yet he still gets feral over them.

rubbing your ass before lining himself up with your entrance and taking his fingers out, sliding himself in.

a loud moan slipping past your lips, his hand taking yours and putting it behind your back as he pushes deeper inside of you.

the tip of his dick pressed on your sweet spot, making your body tingle and your mouth wet, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth.

the feeling gone for a few seconds before it’s there again, but with an even stronger presence making you moan again.

your other hand pushed against the door, trying to hold up half of your weight, but the pressure that built up in your stomach was making it impossible.

your legs quivering as he got faster, his grip on your hand getting harder. the sound of his body slamming against yours, turning the both of you on even more.

his speed only getting faster, the pressure in your stomach pleading to be let go, trying your hardest to keep it together, but his dick slid in and out of you just right.

“fuck, keep squeezing like that.” the voice behind you was trying to keep his composure, but he was failing miserably. your pussy had him on his toes; it had him squeezing your hand so tight you thought he was going to break it.

the warmness inside of you sending chills up his spine as he threw his head back, giving your ass squeeze pushing deeper, balls deep inside of you.

swallowing thickly as he tries to hold out for a little longer, but you were making it impossible, squeezing again around him, sending him off the edge.

groaning as he finishes, not realizing he finished inside of you. your body jolting with pleasure, and both of you finishing at the same time.

the grip he had on your wrist now loosened.

trying to catch your breath and smiling, your vision blurry and your pussy aching while turning around and looking at the man in front of you.

“that was amazing; i didn’t think you could do it, choso.”

choso quickly lifted his mask with a nervous smile.

“how’d you know?”

laughing as you pull up your shorts, looking at him up and down, the sight in front of you getting you hot all over again.

"howd i know that my boyfriend would come fuck me with a ghostface mask i set him up with? just a hunch... or maybe i just know my man."

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Ravaged

Summary: A symbiote bonds with Y/n against her will on a mission, and while the symbiote is getting the other heroes out of its way it decides to take something it knows its host wants.

Authors note: italics are Y/ns internal thoughts. Bold italics are the symbiotes internal thoughts.

Warnings: non con-ish (neither really want it while R is in that state, but both eventually do give into their desires), bottom/subby Nat, smut (fingering, tendril penetration)

Word count: 4756

Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Halloween 2024 Masterlist

   As you, Tony, Nat and Steve make your way further into the laboratory some movement on a nearby table catches the geniuses attention. He heads over and the faceplate of his helmet comes up to allow him to see what he spotted with his own eyes. Curiosity gets the better of you and you head over to see as well.

   “Whatcha find?”

   “Don’t know kid, but whatever it is, its reactive”

    You look at the small dish of blue liquid-like substance and as he points to it, to your amazement, the liquid moves. It almost jumps back as if trying to keep its distance from him, as if it had a mind of its own, which was ridiculous.

   “Woah, that's weird”

    “Very” he replies, but before he can have JARVIS run a scan, Steve interrupts

   “What's weird?”

   You point at it just as the billionaire had, “This thing Tony found”

   “Watch it!”

   You turn back to Tony, confused by what he meant, but you quickly find out when you feel something latch on to your hand. Startled, you looked down to see whatever this goo was now holding onto you, and quickly spreading.

   “Oh shit!” Tony exclaims as he watches you try to shake it off only for it to move further up your forearm.

   “What the hell?!”

   Your shout gains the attention of the Russian, who rushes over to see what the fuss is about. She's not sure what she expected, but seeing some strange goop slowly engulfing one of your arms wasn’t even on the list of possibilities

   “Y/n!” she immediately moves to help you but Steve quickly grabs her, “Rogers, let me go!”

   Steve, sensing this thing is far more dangerous than first glance might lead one to believe, shakes his head, “I can’t do that”

   Her secret feelings for you outweigh her rational mind currently however, and starts to struggle in his grasp. She helplessly watches as you, in sheer desperation, grab at it with your freehand. To her horror and yours, this backfires, and now the thing latches onto that hand as well. 

   “Oh fuck!”

   “Tony, do something!” she shouts, practically clawing at Steve's arms as he wraps them around her torso in a bear hug to prevent her from pulling any sort of maneuver to make him let go

   Tonys panicked face looks at her before he makes the faceplate cover himself once more, “What can I do Nat?! I don’t want to be grabbed by it too!”

   You hold your arms out in front of you with a look of pure terror and stumble backwards as the thing reaches your shoulders. Your hip bumps into a nearby desk which causes you to falter, and as you stumble Natasha notices how the blue substance begins to practically seep into your tactical suit. Your underarms and chest start to quickly take on that same bright color and odd texture just as small tendrils of it creep up your neck. She can feel her heart in her throat as it seems to be taking you over, and just then your eyes finally meet hers

   “Tasha..” you whimper, feeling it begin to encase the back of your head

   That snaps her out of her panic induced docile state, and with little regard for what he might think or feel she hits Steve's forearm with a widow's bite. He lets out a shocked sound as he seizes and she uses that to her advantage. An elbow to the sternum has him falling away from her, and she uses her other arm to clear his hands of her as he stumbles backwards and falls to the ground

   “Natasha, what the hell!?” Tony shouts, clearly shocked by her actions, but he opts to stay where he is between you and her instead of going to help the soldier

   “She needs help”

    “She needs a hazmat team, or to be seen at area 51!” he replies, only partially joking, “We don’t know what this is Nat!”

   “Or what it's doing to her!” she stresses, eyebrows knitting in further turmoil as she watches you fall to your knees behind him, “Tony, please!”

   He glances back at you just in time to see your head droop down, you gaze going to the floor as the goo covers your head entirely, and that's when everything goes black for you. You can still hear, and somewhat see, but it's more like it's an out of body experience than it is your own. You don’t even have control over your own body anymore, everything you tell it to do, every way you try to fight back, goes ignored

   “Shit” he mutters, but this time as Nat moves past him he does nothing to stop her

   She approaches you cautiously, noting that there's not an inch of you not covered by this mysterious substance. And though she saw how ruthlessly it took over you she can’t help but reach out. When it doesn’t react the same way as it had with you she lets her hand touch your shoulder. The goo feels nearly solid now and cool to the touch, and though it does nothing to her, it unnerves her. It almost feels like it hums beneath her palm, reacting to her in a way she can’t currently understand

   “Y/n?” Your head snaps up and looks at her, and she feels her stomach drop as wide golden eyes meet her gaze

   “We…Are Ravage” a deep gravelly voice replies, startling her enough that she quickly scurries away from you

   The creature that controls you takes this opportunity to rise to your feet then, and to everyone's shock you're now at least 3 feet taller than you were before. Your broader now too and your arms and legs have more muscle

   “Jesus…” Steve breathes out, finally having freed himself from Nats bite

  You take a step forward and Tony does the same, “Woah there, uh, big guy. We need our friend back”

   You tilt your head slightly before answering, “No”

   “We weren’t asking” Steve says, moving his shield in front of him as he walks towards you, “Don’t make us do this the hard way”

   A dark chuckle leaves you, and it's so unlike you that it has a chill running down the Redheads spine. She feels every muscle in her tense as Steve steps up to you, and she knows this isn’t about to go well

   “Just let her go. No one has to get hurt”

   “Thats no fun” you respond

   Steve raises his shield as if he's about to charge you with it but before he can you raise your arm. A long tendril of goo springs out of you and slams into him so fast that even his enhanced abilities couldn’t help him avoid it. He goes flying to the back of the room, crashing into desks and computers as he goes.

  Tony immediately takes flight, hovering just a few feet off the ground as he aims his repulsors at you, “Hard way it is”

   “Tony, wait!” Nat pleads. She knows you're still in there, and she doesn’t want you hurt, especially when she has no idea what this thing may have already done to you

   But Tony doesn’t listen, instead he blasts at you a few times. Each one hit you and you stumble back slightly, but aside from some small dent in the substance covering you that then easily fix themselves, theses no damage done

   “Ah, shit”

   You quickly move your arm towards him, sending a whip like tendril his way. It slams into his midsection and has him colliding with a wall. He fires a few more blasts at you but they do just as much good as his first ones had. You turn to him, and he watches in awe as your left fist morphs into some kind of blade. But before you can use it, Caps shield collides with you and sends you backwards

   “Steve!” Nat stresses, still worried about the you inside, but he ignores her and catches his shield

   Before you can stand he rushes you and the metal collides with you once more. A deep and foreboding growl leaves you as your hands grab the edge of the annoying round disk, and you push back with a strength Steve wasn’t expecting. True, you were a supersoldier just like he was, but you had come along decades later and the formula used was nowhere near as potent. 

   Put kindly, you were strong and a force to be reckoned with, but you still paled compared to Steve. When the two of you sparred, you could keep up, but his hits were always harder and he could always lift more than you at the bench press. But now, you were starting to push so hard that he could feel the treads of his boots starting to slip. Whatever this thing was, it enhanced you in more ways than just tendrils and goop weapons.

    “Tony! What the hell is this thing?!”

   “I don’t know yet! JARVIS is still running scans!” he replies, moving out of the way of one of your tendrils

   Natasha watches on, torn on what to do or how to help. Whatever this thing is, she wants it off of you, now. But even if fighting you is the only way to help, she doesn't want to hurt you and so she hesitates to get involved. Her hands have only ever brought harm to others, but when she fell for you she vowed that her hands would only ever be kind to you. She’d only ever touch you in tender ways, with love and care, and so now she's very conflicted. But when a tendril wraps around Tony's leg while another hits Steve hard enough to send him and his shield sprawling she knows she has to get involved.

  She takes a step forward and lets loose a widow's bite. It lodges itself in your shoulder and she expects you to act like Steve had earlier. Instead the goo near your shoulder twitches only slightly and your gaze snaps to her. A large tooth filled grin spreads across its face and it slams Tony into the ground before sending a tendril her way.

   This causes your consciousness to finally stir from within, “No!”

   But she had easily dodged the tendril and sent another widow's bite your way. The creature ignores you and her bite and as it steps closer to her its hand shifts into a blade once more. It lets out a growl as it rushes at her and you struggle to regain control as she does her best to parry and dodge

   “Don’t hurt her!” 

   The creature only hisses in response, but to your surprise it does take a step back as if contemplating how to disengage. It doesn’t get the chance however, as Steve and his shield slam into you once more. The hit breaks its concentration and Tony is able to free himself from your tendrils grasp. He sits up in time to watch Steve block a hit from your bladed appendage

   “Got any ideas?” he asks, feeling like he's in a losing battle, and so were you

    “Yeah” Steve grunts, “Keep hitting it”

   “Right, because I hadn’t thought of that”

   Just as he says that the creature overpowers Steve and rips the shield from his grasp. There's a collective moment of shock and silence before the creature slams Steve with his own shield. At first the heroes aren't too worried, he's taken hits before, but then you're slamming it into him again and he's stumbling backwards, blood dripping from his nose

   “Steve!” Both Tony and Nat shout as they move in to attempt to help. The creature sends a spiked tendril out in both directions to keep them busy as it slams Steve again

    “Not as strong as you think” it seethes, fueled of the slight jealousy it can feel in your subconscious 

   You had to admit, watching this thing use your body to one up Steve when you know how cocky and confident he can be, did feel good. And while that should, and would normally have you feeling guilty, you find there's no such emotion now. You only feel

   With another hit Steve falls to his knees and afraid for his friend's life Tony makes a beeline away from your diversion and straight for you. This creature is smarter and faster than it would seem however and before he can reach you it flings Caps shield at him. It hits him square in the helmet sending the shield bouncing off to embed into the wall as he sways of course and hits the ground hard.

   “Tony!?” Nat shouts as she runs over to check on him. She turns him on his back but gets no movement from the suit of armor, “Hey, come on Stark”

   While she does her best to pry his faceplate off one of your large hands grabs Steve's shoulder and lifts him up to be eye level with you, “Who's the better model now?”

   His eyes widen as he realizes at least part of you is still in there and conscious, but before he can say or do anything your fist is meeting his face. One solid punch after a shield beating is all it takes to knock him out cold, and you release him to fall to the ground with a thump

   Nats attention snaps away from the billionaire and over to the soldier, “Steve?!”

   A growl rumbles in your chest as you turn your attention solely to her, and for the first time in a long time, Natasha feels afraid. She has no idea if you’ve just killed her two friends, and she has no idea if the Y/n she knows and loves is even alive anymore within the creature that's done it. And now she's alone here with it. But she has no intention of allowing this creature to see her fear. So she stands and steps away from where Tony lays and readies herself. 

   But you can read her, you always could, and you can see she's afraid, “Just leave her alone. She isn’t a threat.”

   The creature ignores you again however and rushes at her, dodging the kick she throws your way and the widow's bite before grabbing the hand that throws a punch. She stumbles slightly but tries one last time to hit you with her free hand. You catch it as well however and let out a dark chuckle

   “No! Let her go!” you demand, doing your best to fight it

   “Relax” it whispers to you, “We will not harm her. She is yours”

   “What?” you ask, clearly confused and when you look back you find Natasha is now pinned to the wall, both of her hands held above her head in one of your massive ones

   “I am attuned to you as I am now part of you. I see what you feel, and I see your inability to act on it. It's sad, pathetic even”

   “Hey!”

   “But I am here now. You have me. And together we can take what you want, and you want her.”

   “What? No. I…I don’t…” you stammer trying to deny how badly you want the redhead. If you ever were to have her you didn’t want some weird sludge to be the driving force behind it 

   “You want to ruin her for anyone else so she can be yours, always.”

You want to deny these thoughts, but you can’t. It seems that in your connection the creature now has access to things you’d rather no one have access to. Thoughts, feelings, desires….it knows them all. And it's willing to help you. But doing it this way, this was wrong. Natasha deserved to be treated right, not fucked in some lab up against the wall against her will by some weird creature using your body

   As you mull it over she squirms in your grasp and looks deep into the soulless eyes, “Please, I didn’t want to hurt you. I…I just want Y/n back”

   “She is here” it answers, “And she is unharmed”

   She watches as half its face peels away to reveal yours. She can see you aren’t fully with it as your eye is glazed over and you have no reaction to seeing her, but she is elated to see your face once more and to see that you appear to have no injuries, externally at least.

   “She's okay?”

   “She is. She merely slumbers while I have control”  

   Nat swallows the lump in her throat as your face is hidden away from her once more, “When will she have control again?”

   “When we are done with you” it answers, making a chill run through her, and she's not too sure she wants to know what exactly that means

   “What? No. I didn’t agree to this. I don’t want this”

   “But you do”

   “No. Not like this” you stress, “I want her to want it too. To enjoy it as much as I do”

   “She wants it. I can feel it.” it replies, “And she will learn to enjoy it, as will you” 

   “No! Wait!” but the creature is done listening

   Instead it leans down and gets closer to Nat's face, “My host cares for you. Deeply.”

   She stares at the creature a bit lost on what this has to do with anything, but elated to find out her feelings are returned, “She does?”

   “Yes. I can feel it. I can see everything she wants to do with you, everything she wants to do to you” it explains, “We are going to make you feel so good”

   Oh. Oh no. As much as she wanted you, this isn’t how she wanted things to happen. She wanted you, not some life form that's using you as a puppet. And she wanted it only after having a discussion with you about her feelings. She also wanted it in a bed, not up against a wall in an old AIM lab where two of her teammates and friends lay either unconscious or dead

   It wraps a tendril sound each of her ankles and pulls her legs apart. She lets out a gasp, “Wait, please”

   “Relax. Y/n is here” it coos, “We will not hurt you. She wants this. She wants to take care of you.” 

   She liked that idea, as long as it truly was what you wanted. But that's the thing, she couldn’t be sure. For all she knew this thing had drained you of your life and was just toying with her now. She had no proof you were even alive let alone reciprocating her feelings

   “She wants to make you hers, completely” it tells her, bringing its free hand to brush hair from her face, “She wants to love you, and to ruin you”

   An involuntary whimper leaves Natasha, and she does her best to look away from the creature. But it uses its hand to gently grab her chin and lift her gaze back up

   “You want that too, don’t you?”

   “I…I...” Nat stammers, trying to think straight, “Not like this”

   “No?” it questions, watching in amusement as she shakes her head and takes a deep breath to calm herself, “I’m not so sure”

   It lowers its head to the nape of her neck and starts to place gentle kisses against her flushed skin. She wiggles a bit in its hold but despite herself she moves her head away to give it more access. It takes advantage of this and begins to give more kisses, messier ones, and it brings its free hand to possessively grab her hip. She does her best to stifle another whimper and she prays the creature doesn’t notice how her heartbeat quickens. It proves it does however when it immediately lets its tongue run over her pulsepoint 

   “See?” it whispers to her, “You like this, and you want more”

   She's not sure if it's the creature or you that's able to read her right now, but she really hopes it's you. Afterall, you've always been able to see past her walls and decipher her true emotions. So why would now be any different

   “I…I want Y/n”

   “I want you too, Tasha” your voice finally replies, causing a relieved smile to break out across her face. 

   She was worried she’d never hear your voice again let alone hear you admit that. And if it was anyone other than you in there, there's no way she’d allow herself to be in this position. She would have fought back by now, freed herself and killed whatever asshole had tried doing it. But it is you, and now that she knows that for certain, she finds herself willing to give in despite the circumstances

   “You're in there, right? And you have some control?” she asks. If this was going to happen here and now, which apparently it was, she at least needed to know you were present 

   “I am, and I do now” you reply as the creature still kisses her neck

   She lets out a low hum of approval, “Okay”

   The creature takes this as its queue and it swiftly replaces the hand holding hers with a tendril and pulls its head from her neck in order to get a better view. Its now free hand grabs her suit's zipper and slowly begins to pull it down, showing off her bra clad chest and abs. Its tongue lulls out at the sight, and you're both overcome by the urge to see more of her. Your hand easily tears her bra from her body, showing off her now hardening nipples to you, and to Nats embarrassment she can feel arousal pooling in her belly at the show of strength. 

   “So beautiful” you whisper as the creatures hands begin to palm her tits, “And all ours”

   A moan slips past her lips at the possessive growl and her cheeks heat up as she replies, “Yes, all yours”

   You surge forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that takes her breath away, and she eagerly opens her mouth to the creature's probing tongue. Your one hand moves to grope her ass while the other slowly moves down to the waistband of her underwear. She moans into its mouth and momentarily forgets her hands are bound as she reaches out for you.

   You let out a throaty chuckle as you break the kiss, “Poor thing, so needy”

   “Detka(baby), please” she whines, the feeling of your fingers so close to where she wants you is almost too much for her, “I need you”

   “Aww don’t worry” you coo, “We’ll take good care of you”

   Just then your hand slides past her waistband and into her underwear, and she moans as your long digits tease her folds. A pleased sound rumbles in your chest as you feel just how wet she is, and she squirms in anticipation as your thumb begins to rub her clit

   “Please” she begs, doing her best to thrust her hips forward. An almost sinister smile spreads across your face then, and without warning you slip a finger inside her and begin to thrust, “Oh god!”

   “Such pretty sounds” you whisper, letting your other hand move back up from her ass and to her tits once more. You squeeze her plump mounds and watch the way her face contorts in pleasure at your movements, “Doing so good for us”

   She moans again and her walls clench down on your finger just as you find the perfect spot inside her, “Fuck! Right there! Please!”

   “What are you begging for, pretty girl?” you tease, increasing the speed of your thrusts

   “You…I…oh god, please” she stutters, feeling the coil in her belly beginning to tighten, “Please, I’m so close”

   “Already?” you tease again

   “Yes!” She nods, blushing even harder than before, “You feel so good, please!”

   “Go ahead Tasha, cum for us”

   She does as she's told and cums hard, shuddering in your hold as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm. This proves to be a tough task however, due to the way her pussy tightly spasms around you. After a few more thrusts her whimpers tell you that she's become sensitive so you gently pull yourself from her. You make a show of bringing your finger to your mouth and cleaning it off with your large tongue

   You moan at her taste, “You taste so good”

    “Fuck” she groans, obviously haveing been affected by it

    You grip her hips possessively as you lean in for another kiss, and Natasha can feel herself getting worked up once more as your large tongue invades her mouth. The kiss quickly becomes a heated makeout session as you grope and paw at her ass, and she's honestly starting to get lightheaded. That's when she feels something that isn’t a hand enter her underwear and her eyes snap open

   “We aren't done with you yet”

   “Oh fuck” she whimpers, both turned on and worried by the girth of the tendril that prods at her entrance 

   “Don’t worry, you can take it” you tell her, as if reading her mind, “And you’ll love how it feels”

   “Oh! Y/n!” she moans as the tendril spreads her open and slides in, reaching even deeper inside her than her finger had, “Feels good! So good!”

   “Knew you’d like it” you reply, letting your tongue travel up between the valley of her breasts as the tendril starts to thrust even faster, “My host likes it too. My connection to her lets her feel everything as if it was her inside you”

   Upon hearing that Nat moans loudly, and her pussy clenches down around the tendril hard, making you moan as well, “Fuck Tasha”

   “Don’t stop detka(baby), please don’t stop”

   “Not gonna” you reply, grunting at the feeling of her throbbing around you. You can feel your own climax quickly building, “I want you to cum with me”

    “Yes! Fuck!” she pants, 

    “Cum, now” the creature's voice commands, and just like that both you and Natasha fall head first into your orgasms. 

   Her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs open as pleasure like she's never felt before washes over her, and you both let out a series of moans as the tendril continues to slowly move inside her. In that moment all she can focus on is how incredible this was, and how she loved getting to share this moment with you. Even if she was sharing the moment with whatever this thing was

   Speaking of, it leans down to kiss her once more and she of course returns its affection, squirming slightly as the tendril pulls out of her. As the kiss continues she feels the ones around her legs and hands lower her down and release her so she eagerly wraps her arms around you. And that's when she realizes it's your form again, not the creatures and it's your lips against hers now.

   She sighs and practically throws herself at you, “You're back”

   “Technically, I was never gone” you joke, trying to make light of everything, “Just like he's not gone now, just resting”

    “You're okay though, right?”

   You nod, “Yeah Tasha, I’m fine. Are you?”

   You pull back from her slightly to look over her disheveled appearance only to blush when you realize her suit is still unzipped. You quickly move to help cover her back up and she lets out a chuckle

   “I’m fine, better than fine actually” she admits, blushing again

   “Told you she wanted it”

   You ignore him and share a smile with the woman infront of you before a groan pulls you both from your little bubble, “Oh my god, the guys!”

   You pull apart to see Tony sitting up and opening up his faceplate to rub his forehead, while Steve shifts around, “Ugh, what happened?”

   “Y/n hit us like a truck” Tony replies before remembering your state, he looks over to Nat and is surprised to see your back to normal, “Wait, what?”

   “Long story” you tell him with a sheepish smile, “Lets just say, Natasha tamed the beast”

   “I am not a beast!”

   “Oh hush”

   The Russian cheeks heat up again and she elbows you, “Yeah, you're welcome. Now can we get her home and run tests?”

  “Uh yeah…yeah. Just give me a minute…or twelve” he responds, walking over to Steve who has yet to sit up still before slumping down to the ground beside him

“Babies”

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[solxamber]

how about Octavinelle students with a half shark!reader headcanons who is just intimidating but nice towards them , looks like they have insane bloodlust but they're really nice , they don't talk to anyone but them cuz they're scared of accidentally hurt them (cuz when they accidentally feel someone else's blood they're mouth breaks into massive fangs)

If thus is too hard , ignore it , goodluck on your studies

Octavinelle with a Shark! Reader (HCs)

hi, i loved the ask its so cute <3

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul first meets you with his usual shark-like grin—until he sees the sheer predator energy radiating off you. He freezes mid-sentence, giving you the most awkward, watery smile. The only thing running through his mind is "I might have miscalculated."

But then you flash him the smallest, softest smile. The disconnect between your terrifying aura and kindness breaks him completely. He's staring, struggling between his business instincts and his desire not to get eaten.

“You’re quite… unique,” he says, trying not to sound nervous. “Thanks. You, too.” Azul.exe has crashed.

He soon realizes you’re not out to maul him, which makes him infinitely curious. He tries to study you, politely of course—like he’s about to offer a very lucrative loan agreement.

When he notices you only speak to him and the Tweels, he secretly feels way too smug about it. If anyone else tries to talk to you, you just give them this blank, shark-eyed stare until they flee in terror.

Azul loves it. He may be business-minded, but your intimidating presence is great for his stress levels. No more annoyances!

However, the day you accidentally get blood on your hands while eating, you smile—full shark fangs, gleaming and sharp—and he almost faints. He looks at your monstrous grin and says, voice cracking, “I-It’s… uh… a lovely smile, truly...”

You’re so worried about scaring him off, but Azul low-key thinks it’s kind of awesome. You become his VIP intimidation service—though he swears he only uses your friendship “for mutual benefit.” (Sure, Azul.)

Jade Leech

The first time Jade meets you, he knows something is off. Your posture is way too relaxed for someone exuding that much bloodlust. It intrigues him immediately. You smell like danger, but you talk like a librarian.

Jade is completely unbothered by your scary vibes. In fact, he leans in closer whenever you give off that silent, intimidating energy, like he’s trying to encourage it.

“You’re quite the curious one, aren’t you?” he says, tilting his head with a sly smile. You just blink, utterly confused by his calmness.

When he realizes you only talk to him, Floyd, and Azul, his interest skyrockets. It’s not every day someone ignores the rest of NRC while picking him as their favorite conversation partner. He takes it as a compliment, in his strange Jade way.

One day, you accidentally get a whiff of someone’s blood. You’re trying so hard to hold back, but your mouth stretches into a horrifying grin—rows of massive, sharp fangs on full display. Jade just stares in pure, gleeful fascination.

“Incredible,” he murmurs. “I didn’t know you were capable of such expressions. Show me again sometime.”

You panic. “Jade, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Hmm. I disagree.”

He is not even remotely afraid of you. In fact, he makes it worse by offering you little challenges—like opening oysters with your teeth or biting things just to see your fangs pop out. He probably offers his hand as a joke to see what you’ll do.

“Would you like to try it?” he says, stretching out a finger. You choke on air. “Jade, I’m not biting you.”

He just smiles, not withdrawing his hand. “How tragic.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd immediately latches onto you the moment you meet.

“Whoa! You’re like a shark! A big scary one!” he says with a grin, not remotely intimidated. In fact, he gets right in your personal space, poking at your cheek like he’s sizing you up for a fight.

When you don’t react aggressively, just awkwardly shuffle back, he finds it hilarious. You’re big, you look like you could eat people whole, but you’re nervous around others? It makes you even more interesting to him.

Floyd becomes obsessed with you. He’s glued to your side, acting like you’re his personal shark pet. He drapes himself all over you, throws an arm around your shoulders, and teases you relentlessly.

“C’mon, show me the teeth! I know you’ve got those big chompers in there.”

One day, you accidentally taste blood after someone near you scrapes their hand. Your fangs break out in full force, and you’re grinning like a nightmare creature. Floyd stares for a beat—and then bursts into laughter.

“There it is! Ahahaha! I knew you had those! Do it again!” he yells

“I-I can’t just do it, Floyd—”

“Why not? C’mon, chomp! Chomp!!”

He’s utterly unhinged about it. Floyd starts trying to coax out your fangs like a maniac, probably waving his hand around, daring you to bite him just to see if he can provoke you.

“Bite me, bite me, bite me!” “Floyd, no!” “Floyd, yes!!”

Despite his chaos, he’s weirdly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he switches moods instantly—grinning one second, deathly serious the next.

“Hey. Don’t bother my sharkie, or I’ll bite you.”

In the end, Floyd loves every part of you, terrifying fangs and all. If anything, he thinks you’re the coolest friend ever, and he never misses an opportunity to drag you into trouble—because, hey, what’s better than two scary creatures teaming up to terrorize people?

Masterlist

[snail-noodle]

"my my my... what do we have here?"

you shivered in fear at the gigantic being before you. you and your cookie friends had tried your best to seal the rift in the tree with white lily cookie. however, your actions proved pointless. white lily cookie's powers were still too weak and your time had run out. you all watched in horror at the towering cookie grinning down from above.

"it's been so long since we've seen new faces! we were starting to get bored being by ourselves in here..." shadow milk cookie smirked as he took a look at each cookie standing before him. when his eyes had reached you, his gaze stayed far more longer on you than the others. you trembled from his piercing stare, a small whimper escaping from your lips as you backed away and hid yourself behind pure vanilla cookie.

shadow milk cookie chortled at the pathetic display. "Oh, how I have missed the faces of fear from you cookies! Never gets old!" now that the rift had opened big enough for him to pass through, shadow milk cookie stepped out of the silver tree that had kept him and the others imprisoned for so long. the smaller cookies screamed in terror as they scrambled to get out of his way. every footstep he took practically shook the earthbread beneath their feet.

"pure vanilla cookie!" fear clouded your mind as you tugged your leader's arm in desperation. "what are we going to do?!" anxiety gripped your heart when he hesitated to think of a solution. one of the most powerful beings in all of cookiekind has just been unleashed and is ready to bring chaos to the world once more. just how on earthbread will any cookie be able to stop such beasts?

before pure vanilla cookie could even think of an answer, you cried out in alarm as you were suddenly lifted into the air. the other cookies screamed your name as you watched their forms grow smaller and smaller. you gasped as you were face to face with the grinning jester.

"what a cute little cookie you are." he eagerly examined you as if he were a child that had been given a new toy, turning you this way and that. "it's been ages since i had a little pet to dote on. you'll make a fine addition to my collection!" your mind raced as you tried to understand what you have just heard. a collection? a pet to dote on? what on-?!

your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a snap of... fingers? confused, you found yourself locked inside some sort of bird cage; the bars were thick enough to keep you from escaping. shadow milk cookie cooed as he watched you attempt to break free. "no-!" you tugged and pulled at the bars keeping you in.

"no! y-you can't keep me in here! Please!" you cried out to him in desperation. shadow milk cookie only giggled and shook his head, "ah, ah, ah! you're staying right by my side, my little cookie." you shuddered in fear as he began to summon his powers once more. shadows seeped out from your surroundings and from his body. multiple cold blue eyes stared at you and the cookies still down below.

"now, my dear..." with a clap of his hands, monsters of every kind stepped out from the shadows, ready to obey their master. with a manic grin, shadow milk cookie spread his arms out in grandeur to the cookies below. with a perfect view from above, you could only watch in horror as your friends were surrounded at every side by monsters of different sizes.

"let the show begin!"

[bettysupremacy]

idk if you write for finnick.. but could you write something where it’s the beginning of the quarter quell and he can’t find her? Just pure panic as he runs around the cornucopia?

I’ve never written for him before but I love him! idk how I feel about this but I hope truly that u like it.

Icy hot terror is all Finnick feels when the timer hits one. Loud and disorienting, the bang ripples against the water in vibrations that rumble under his feet.

Where are you?

The sun blares disgustingly into his eyes and skin, an obvious manipulation of the gamemakers sick amusement, but he ignores it, plunging into the only water he’s ever dreaded to tread. You’re not in sight. He’d told you to stay away, to swim, to run as far away from the cornucopia as you could. Don’t risk it, he’d shaken your shoulders, listen to me I’ll find you.

The water is warm and gross against his skin. It’s not as refreshing as the district four that he’s familiar with. It’s hot and fake. He comes up gasping for air, letting the terror settle into his bones as he pushes against the current of a manipulated riptide. Katniss climbs the stone so he does too; pushing his feet deeper into the ground with every step he takes. His breathing is labored, jagged as he runs. He can’t find you, but he will. He can’t find you, but he can find a weapon.

The cornucopia glistens in the sun, never lacking the weaponry he’d expected from it. Bows, arrows, knives, he eyes a backpack stuffed with supplies. Could he lug it with him? Probably not. He diverts his eyes to the trident beside him. Perched in its stand, it gleams in artificial sun as the grip molds to his fingers. He squeezes the deadly lifeline.

The sound of metal on metal scrapes behind him. Katniss. He turns quick, flashing the bangle around his wrist tauntingly. “Good thing we’re allies, right?”

She breathes hard in front of him, eyebrows pulling as she pauses in bated confusion. The weapon doesn’t lower. “Where did you get that?”

“Where do you think?” He gravels, quick enough to be considered panicked. “Duck.”

She listens, dropping to the floor hard enough to sting the weeping palms she balances on. The sick squelch of his trident in the fallen tribute is covered by her hands tight over her ears as she waits for the boom. The gong sounds, and then a scream. An unmistakable scream. It settles in his stomach and throat thickly, sweating his already wet hands. You didn’t listen.

“Finnick!” The voice screams. Sobs. “Finnick! Finnick!”

The sound is nightmare-ish. Something the gamemakers could never manipulate that accurately, and deep down he knows it’s the sound you’ll wake him up from if you ever gets out of this arena alive.

“I’m coming!” His feet hit hard against the gravel as he sprints. His breathing dries his throat quick. “I’ve got you!”

“Finnick!”

“I’m coming-“

The moment skids to a halt as he finds you. Trapped in the arms of a larger, broader tribute, you struggle for air as he headlocks you. He considers doing something rash, but Katniss behind you shakes her head. Like she can see it in his eyes. It’s a slow, quiet moment, hunter quiet as she stalks closer. Finnick eyes her wary to give her away.

“We can talk about this.” Finnick rationalizes slowly. “It’s the beginning of the game.”

“So?” His arm tightens around your neck. Your squeak breaks Finnicks heart.

“Finnick.” You strain.

“Give the viewers what they want.” Finn pleads. “A show. You can’t kill her so quick.”

“I don’t see a bargain being made.”

A bargain? It’s the first ten minutes and he stands next to a gleaming cornucopia filled with sharp armory. He could get something better than a simple metal trident. Throwing knives, poison, a machete. Finnick suspects the victor is doing what he pleaded. Giving the audience a show.

“Take my trident!” He nearly crashes, cool demeanor dropping as he watches you tap the man’s arm in panic, your air slowly constricting. “Give me her.”

It sickens Katniss; the ability to kill someone for views. To feed into the capitals agenda. This is a necessary kill, she reasons, this isn’t for her own survival. This isn’t a selfish homicide; this is Rue in the net, Prim on the stage. This is the girl she could save. Katniss’ fingers loosen, letting the elaborate metal fly from her grip. It hits the nameless career in the back. Her target.

The moment slows in Finnicks eyes. Katniss stands far, arms hanging limply at her sides. She stares at him, grateful for the thankfulness in his eyes that eases her burdened chest.

“Y/N.” He gasps as the man falls hard on you. He runs, helping you from under the heavy weight. “I’ve got you now.”

“Finn.” You weep, hands in his as he lifts you. You stumble, crashing into him hard. He hears a sob in his tribute suit. “I’m sorry.”

“I told you to listen to me.” He doesn’t anger, but this feels close to it as he grips you tightly. “I told you to run.”

You heave, greedy for fresh air, but your lungs are infiltrated by the heady scent of salt water. His hand calms the coughs that rake through your chest, guilty for his scolding. It’s a quiet moment in the calamity of the bloodbath, a stolen moment that he can’t afford to prolong another second.

“Cmon,” He eyes you, hands cupping your face, then falling as he looks up to Katniss. “Let’s go find Peeta.”

[heian-era-housewife]

Synopsis | Sukuna gives you a lesson in Heian Period courtship. Will you find these strange customs to your liking?

Content | reader x sukuna, mostly fluff, some chasing/mention of fear, nicknames "dove", "little one".

"Ryo?" You began softly, still clutching the small poem he had left for you earlier that day. "Was dating -err- I mean courtship a lot different in the Heian Period?"

"Substantially so," he replied as he laid out your shared futon over the tatami floor.

"Was it...romantic?" You asked, climbing beneath the cotton sheets.

"For the time, yes. Though you would not have enjoyed it."

"How do you know? Did you enjoy it?"

Sliding in beside you, he took the poem from your hands and set it gently to the side, brushing stray hairs from your face as he answered. "I never engaged in such pursuits. Romance was unthinkable," he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, "before you."

"But you wrote poetry, didn't you?"

He could tell you weren't going to let this go. Heaving a sigh, he continued. "Poetry was used for many things. Heian seduction involved elements of fear, pity, and token rejection. In romance, the poetry typically came later."

You blinked. Fear? Pity? Surely he had misunderstood your question. Reading the confusion on your face, he offered a different approach.

"It may be easier...to demonstrate," he hesitated. "But as I already mentioned, you might not enjoy it."

"Try me."

Sukuna's eyes darkened. A predatory sneer crept across his features. It was as though a thousand-year craving were finally being satiated. With two little words a sleeping beast within him had come unleashed. He was free to prowl, and you were his prey.

He lunged at you with explosive force. As if on instinct, you dodged his advance, rolling from the futon and scrambling to your feet. Heart pounding in your ears, you ran from the room, steps falling fast and heavy as he took chase.

You weren't sure why you were running. It was only a demonstration, right? Besides, Sukuna would never hurt you. But you couldn't shake that look. The way he shifted from gentle lover to carnal predator. An irrational fear was taking hold.

Fear! You thought. That was the first part he had mentioned of Heian Period courtship. With gripping realization, you allowed your fright to overwhelm you, finding it both alarming and exhilarating.

Easily catching up to you, Sukuna rounded the corner quickly pinning you to the nearest wall, hot breath panting down on you as he eyed you hungrily.

"I've got you now, little one!" He growled. "Next I'm going to-"

"hnnh..." A pathetic whine escaped your lips. With his face mere inches from yours, Sukuna stopped. His eyes softening as he recognized the terror he had caused.

"My dove," he cooed, gently caressing your face in stark contrast to his actions mere moments before. "I never meant to startle you."

The whiplash was astounding. You questioned his sanity.

Dropping to one knee, Sukuna held your hands in his, sincere apologies spilling from his lips. Looking up, his eyes met yours in a gaze of pure pity.

Pity! You nearly shouted. Sukuna was taking pity on your weak and fearful state!

"Oh my gosh..." you said slowly, the point of his lesson having landed a direct bullseye. "Heian Period seduction was insane."

He broke into a wry smile, glad you were finally connecting the dots.

"Does this mean..." he gasped dramatically, "that you're rejecting my love??"

Token rejection. The final courtship component.

"But alas!" You played along. "How could I take such a cruel lover?"

"Let me show you!" He urged.

"Be gone!" You ordered.

"I insist!" He demanded.

"If you must," you cried, falling theatrically into his arms, laughing.

~~~

Back under the sheets of your futon, Sukuna eyed you thoughtfully, a soft twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" You asked.

"You enjoyed that more than I imagined," he conceited.

"I suppose I can see the appeal," you admitted, reaching for the small parchment beside you. "But, if it's all the same to you, I think I prefer the poetry."

"Me too," he whispered, kissing you goodnight. "Me too.

Please feel free to check out the video that inspired this little story. ⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ While the video is relatively lighthearted and informative, there is mention of nonconsentual actions and use of the "r" word in a factual context.

[clare-875]

Not You (Levi x Reader)

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Summary: Levi has a nightmare that he loses you and he doesn't handle it well Warnings: angst, fluff, descriptions of blood and death, reverse comfort Note: The above image does NOT belong to me [AOT Masterlist]

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It was one scream. Piercing and sharp as it rang through the air, but Levi knew instantly who it was. His heart rate picks up, pure panic reaching the depths of his mind, prompting the movement of his body as he runs. His eyes dart around him but all he sees is darkness. Where were you? Another scream echoes through space threatening hysteria. His body moves, it had come from his right. He runs faster, sweat drenching his form. His limbs are heavy, as though he trudged through mud. His mind was pacing, pushing away the thoughts of the worst. He curses the way he seems to have forgotten something as simple as movement as it feels like eons until he catches a glimpse of a struggling shadow. His breath gets caught in his throat, his feet now stuck to the ground by some invisible chain that he can't wretch free of. His heart races so fast he can now scarcely breathe and he doesn't know how to escape the oncoming terror.

"LEVI!!" Your voice is shrill pushing through the restraints of your panic and pain. It seeps through the sobs that rake through your body, it drips with fear and dread, just like the blood that pours from you. Crimson adorns your figure; it's all Levi can see. It falls from your hands that try to pry away from the Titan you are in the hold of, it falls from your temple seeping into the white of your eyes, it breaks from your skin under the weight of its hold. Your gaze is frantic, panic-driven; it's horror. "[y-y/n]?" Levi's voice is lost in the phobia that fills him. His breath shakes and stutters as he tries to move, but again he fails. Why why why why. It's all that fills him, the same words on his mind. Why were you here? Why were you dying; he had sworn to keep you safe. Why can't he move? "L-LEVI, PLEASE-!!" Your voice is helpless under the weight of your oncoming demise as it pleads him to move. He tries. He has never tried so hard to get his slack limbs to move as much as he did now. He tries to push against the agony and restraint and yet nothing.

"[Y-Y/N]!!"

His voice is a roar across space as your eyes look at him in pure devastation. "W-why, why won't you save me?" Levi's heart drops to the floor at your utter devastation and the sobs that lace your words. The heavy feeling of your voiced disappointment churns in his chest. No. "I-" Levi tries to speak once more but now it feels as though the restraints on his form have gagged him of speech. No. God please no. "You said you'd save me, you promised-" Your voice is interrupted by another agonising scream that has Levi losing his mind. He struggles to connect his mind to his body and yet no matter how much he cries in silence there is no movement. Levi feels hot tears of pure panic reach the rims of his eyes, threatening to break free as he bears witness to the series of events he has seen too often in his life. But not you, please not you. "L-Levi," His eyes are forced upon a sight he wished he died before he'd see. The Titan evidently has had enough of its malice as it squeezes hard against your form, causing your body to collapse under the hold. In the silence the final wheeze of your voice, "Save me."

Levi's gasps are erratic as his eyes shoot open meeting darkness. His confused state is dangerously out of control as he grasps at the bed sheets beneath him for stability, squeezing them so tight he almost tears it. His mind reels trying to catch up to reality, but the events of what has happened in his mind are still eerily sure in his head. He tries to control his hysteric state, pushing his hands into his face breathing shortly before trying to slow them down. Was it real? Please no. No no no no... Levi's hand has never darted so quickly to the figure that should be beside him; beside him asleep. Only, his hand meets a coolness that has his heart jolting harshly in his chest. His eyes dart to his side, gaze wide, mind frantic. When he sees that no one is there, that you aren't there, that's when he loses it, he is lost in hysteria.

Levi flies out from his bed unstable, eyes darting in the darkness of the room. His voice is lost within him out of fear at the lack of response he might find. He turns on the lamps in the room to see the empty space around him, he moves quick across your shared bedroom ripping open doors and racing across space. "[y-y/n]" His voice is breathless, barely heard as he unsteadily rushes across the rooms. He checks the office, he checks the bathroom, he checks every crevice no matter how stupid it might be. He needs to. He needs you to be alive; to be here. "[y/n]!" His voice is louder now but is met with silence. The only response that reaches him now is the dwindling remembrance of your voice; your words. "You promised me." Levi shakes his head, hand raking through his locks harshly. "Please." Levi goes for the door handle, intent on ripping apart headquarters to find you, to prove he hadn't failed you. "Save me." Tears threaten him as he goes to open the door only for it to open abruptly.

It revealed you.

You look up in surprise, having got yourself something quick to drink in the middle of the night from the kitchen. It had been a long internal debate; you knowing the effects of PTSD upon both of you. It brought horrendous nightmares, ones that had you questioning your reality; your sanity. But Levi had finally seemed to be asleep long and well enough for you to slip briefly from the bed beside him so you could quench your thirst. Evidently, you were wrong. Levi looks at you in shock, rigid form and tears lingering in his eyes. He looks tense, more than you have ever seen; as though one wrong move might cause devastation. You find yourself rigid as your eyes turn behind him to where the room you had left is now pulled apart as though there was a struggle. Your gaze meets your lover once more as your mind connects the dots.

You move forward hesitantly. "Levi?" He turns to you then, finally breaking free of the turmoil he had faced in such a short period of time. You move forward seeing the shock, the dread, the relief pouring from him. You reach out gently and he instantly responds to your touch as you hold him against you and he puts his arms tight around your form. His hands shake subtly but his embrace is taut and you let him be. He lets himself breathe. He lets himself catch up to reality. He begs to whatever being is up there, that they don't take you away from him. You stay there for long moments, him just matching your breathing, inhaling your sweet scent and losing himself in the soft caress of your touch. Him, gripping onto his sanity.

"Levi?" You say softly once you have stayed in his tight embrace for several long moments. You feel his limbs slowly start to slack as he releases you of his form, but barely lets you an inch out of his grasp. "Are you okay?" Levi can barely look up to you as you meet his shadowed gaze. "I'm sorry, I just went to get something to drink. I didn't think- What happened?" Levi's hand is within your own as you squeeze it gently, hoping to provide some comfort to his blatant pain. Levi's voice shakes but drips of grief and exhaustion as he speaks to you. "Just don't- don't die... not you." You look up at his defeated form, so uncharacteristically vulnerable, so utterly embodied by the emotions you know he tries so hard to hide. You pull him to the couch in the room as you sit beside each other. "I won't."

The both of you know that there was no truth to your words. Anyone could die when beyond the walls; it seemed death would come even when you were within them. But Levi allowed the contentment of your words to seep within him. He allowed your hands to gently caress his raven locks and allowed the warmth of your body to bring him back to his reality. He pushed away the lingering words you spoke to him in the depths of his dreams: the disappointment, the echoing screams. He never told you all of what happened in his nightmare but you could guess well enough. You found all the answers you would need in the way he muttered under his breath until the morning sun shone past the far-off horizon.

"Not you..."

[taojjang]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ riize when you're restless because of a nightmare

genre: fluff reaction! ⁠♡, pairing: bf!riize x implied fem!reader (usage of petnames princess and pretty girl), warnings: slight fear, crying, nightmares/night terrors, angst if u squint

♡⸝⸝ waking up your boyfriend after having a frightening dream

shotaro . . . groggily opens his eyes to the sight of you anxiously tugging on his arm.

he sits up and asks, "what's wrong honey?" he can't help but frown as you shuddered, telling him about the nightmare that ripped you out of your slumber. shotaro hates how helpless he is when you experience night terrors, it's almost like torture to see you waking up in such distress.

he sits up and pulls you closer to his chest, brushing your sweat-soaked hair away from your face. "i'm sorry i couldn't help you, honey... do you need water? should i go make you a snack?"

eunseok . . . jolts awake at the feeling of your hand on his stomach.

after blinking away his sleepy vision, he notices the look of pure distress on your face. once he saw 2:51 am on the bedside clock, he knew you'd probably dreamt of another nightmare.

"did you have another nightmare, darling?" eunseok asks, reaching to rest his hand on your cheek. all you can do is helplessly nod, silently pleading for comfort. he sleepily pulls you down to lie your head on his chest and leaves a soft kiss on your temple. "none of it is real. it'll be okay, sweetheart. close your eyes."

sungchan . . . figures you're just a bit restless as you cuddle closer to him.

but as the dip in the bed grows deeper, he opens his eyes to find you kneeling beside him with tossed hair and a stressed frown. he worriedly places his hand on your thigh, carefully stroking your skin with his thumb.

"i had another nightmare," you complain, resting your hand atop his. sungchan tightly blinks away the urge to close his eyes and holds your hand. "yeah? do you wanna talk about it, princess?" you breathlessly tell him about the petrifying dream you'd just woken up from. once he notices you getting worked up while explaining, he shushes you and pulls you into a warm hug. "it's over now, let's sleep, hm?"

wonbin . . . snaps out of his sleep when you shake him awake.

"what, baby? what happened?" he's still blinking and trying to adjust his eyes to the dark room as you cry to him about your scary dream. once he sees the tears streaming down your face, his eyes soften and you earn his full attention.

your fear is slightly dissipated by the cute pout on wonbin's face as he listens to your rant. he's holding your hand and looking into your teary eyes, trying not to cry himself. once you're finished, he urges you to lie back down and cuddle so you can finally sleep peacefully. "maybe if we cuddle, you won't have those dreams anymore"

seunghan . . . has concern plastered over his face as you jolt out of your sleep.

he immediately sits up and places his hand on your back. "was it another nightmare?" you force a weak nod as the horrifying scenes replay in your mind. seunghan pulls you into a hug, resting his head atop yours after leaving soft kisses there.

"my poor angel... it must've been so scary," he coos as you rest your head on his shoulder. seunghan won't stop easing comforting words into your ears until you start feeling sleepy again. once you tell him you want to rest, he lies the two of you back down on the bed and holds you suffocatingly tight. "i'll keep watch for those nightmares. if you have another one, i'll hug you tighter and squeeze it away!"

sohee . . . is confused as to why you're suddenly cuddled up against his chest and whining.

sohee was falling asleep while watching reels on his phone when your sudden movement woke him right back up. he taps you on the back and asks, "what? did i bother you?"

sohee has to hold back a smile when you tell him you're scared of a nightmare you'd just woken up from. he feels somewhat accomplished that you're seeking comfort from him since you're usually quite self-reliant. he grins and puts his phone on the nightstand before holding you closer with both arms. "those dreams can't hurt you, pretty girl. let's sleep."

anton . . . takes a while to wake up lol

but once he hears your whines, he's immediately springing up to hold you. he worriedly looks down at your frightened frame and notices the tears dripping onto his sweater.

"why are you crying, my love?" you explain through hiccups that you had a scary dream and anton immediately melts. he rests his head atop yours and runs his hand along your arm. "i'm so sorry, love... is there anything i can do for you? do you need something to drink?" you want to reply, but the only thing that leaves your lips are light sobs. he figures you just need a warm hug as you cry onto his shoulder. anton holds you and whispers gentle shushes until you run out of energy, falling asleep in his arms. he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking the both of you back into bed, making sure not to let go of you until sunrise.

[velvrei]

a/n: ik i should be doing requests but i had to share this with the world

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introducing wade & logan to chappell roan

the three of you were sat on the couch in wade and logan’s apartment, watching the television until a commercial regarding the rising stars in music, and being the dramatic one you are, you almost screamed when chappell down came on.

both boys looked at you with pure terror in there eyes.

“what was that?”

“why are you screaming?”

you just wanted to get their attention so you laughed, and explained. “that was chappell roan. i absolutely love her.”

“who is that..?” logan asked, slightly confused, as wade nodded his head in agreement that he didn’t know who this woman was.

your mouth fell open. “neither of you know who chappell roan is?” both boys rolled their eyes, knowing they now unintentionally signed up for a day of education about chappell roan.

by the end of the lecture, each boy had come to a conclusion of their favorite songs.

logan’s favorite was after-midnight, because wade made a comment on how the song would be his theme song. logan acted like that comment annoyed him but logan actually smiled at it.

wade’s favorite was femininominon because he claimed it “followed the same speed of his brain” then wade continued to go on a rant about how he read this thing where that happens a lot with people with faster brains, which caused logan corrected him and said adhd.

the interactions between the two made you laugh, but you were happy you were able to share that music with them.

[sanemislittledemon]

Teaching you a lesson

what happens when Sanemi overhears a group of demon slayers talking bad about you and after he goes to find you. He has to teach you to love yourself.

Sanemi X plus size reader

MDNI

Warnings : NSFW, body image issues, bullying, body shaming, extreme dirty talk, Sanemis foul mouth, mild breeding kink

Sanemi was coming but from a long day from training, the sun was setting in the distance making the light glow from this sweat soaked skin, accentuating his scar ridden body. His ears perked up with he heard his girlfriends name from the group of younger demon slayers when he was turning a corner, Sanemi quickly moved back as to not be noticed ’ who the fuck was talking about my girl? ‘ he asked clearly irritated

“ did you see that girl that hangs around lord Sanemi? “ one of them said “ yeah! Why would a hashira hang around a girl like that when he could have anyone he wanted “ another scoffs “ she’s so fucking big! Like a cow, I bet he’s just with her because he pities her “ one says causing the group to laugh and make vulgar hand gestures. Sanemi feels the veins in his forehead pop and his body ran cold then fiery hot. Before he knew what he was doing he was already behind the three younger slayers “ the hell did you just say? “ he asked his voice like cold death making the three jump “ l-lord Sanemi when did you get back from your training ? “ the first asked

Sanemi grabbed him up by his uniform shirt “ come again you little brat “ he spat angrily before continuing “ if I heard what I think I did you brats are dead meat “ all of the slayers wore a face of pure terror “ lord Sanemi I-I don’t know what you thought you heard but I-I “ the second one started but was cut of before he could finish by the pissed off hashira “ DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME YOU PISSANT “ he yelled at the other slayers before shooting all three a look that made their blood run cold “ I’ll kill you three right here “ he says voice low “ Shinazugawa? “ a voice came from behind the group making Sanemi shoot his head around ready to fight but his eyes fell on two fellow hashira the other that said his name, a hashira a short man with choppy black hair and a snake around his neck. one of his eyes blue and the other yellow, bandage wrapped around his mouth and wearing a black and white striped hoari. The other hashira a women with pink hair tipped with green, a uniform top similar to his own and green striped socks “ the hell are you two doing here? “ Sanemi asks “ we could be asking you the same thing Shinazugawa, what are you doing to these three? “ Obanai the serpent hashira asks making Sanemi turn his hand back to the three one hand still fisted in one of their uniforms “ teaching these idiots a lesson “ he growls before snapping his hand back to the hashira “ they dared to badmouth my woman “ he finished

“ you mean Y/N ? “ Mitsuri the love hashira asks

Obanai sighs “ Shinazugawa, I know you’re angry but we can’t afford to lose anymore demon slayers “ he walks to Sanemis side followed by Mitsuri “ what did they say about Y/N? She’s so cute! Who would badmouth her! “ she squeals in her normal obsessive manner while blushing ear to ear. Sanemi feels his grip tighten “ I don’t want to repeat it but I think you can guess “ he replies darkly making the serpent hashira nod in understanding but the love hashira is still confused “ I don’t get it “ she whispers to Obanai making the man sigh “ we’ll talk later “

“ p-please lord Sanemi, we didn’t mean anything by it “ the third person says clearly scared,

The man in question snaps his head back, his dark eyes got impossibly darker “ these two just saved your sorry life’s, but if I hear anything again “ he cut himself off before dropping the slayer on the ground, taking his wooden sword and breaking it while swinging at the three demon slayers, knocking them out. “ Shinazuawa you didn’t have to do that “ Obanai says to the man, who throws the broken hilt down before replying “ next time I’ll destroy them “

Mitsuri was still concerned “ Shinazuawa, what ever those people said please don’t let it make you love Y/N any less “ she said with a burning passion in her eyes, typical for the love hashira. Sanemi looks down at the three with a sadness flashing in his eyes “ that would never happen “ he replies with a low voice before running in the direction of the wind estate. Sanemi ran faster than he probably should have catching the attention of passing demon slayers with the look of confusion on their faces but he didn’t care the only thing he cared about in that moment was getting to his princess. The only person that brought him joy besides his little brother genya of course.

He should have seen it, the way the other lower ranking demon slayers were treating her. Sanemi finally put the pieces together in his head about why she never wanted to do things out in public with him or the other hashira. He storms into the wind estate with a fiery rage but it’s not directed at his sweet and beautiful girlfriend but at those damned no names and himself for letting her suffer in silence like this. She was been hurt by these other demon slayers and he was too stuck up his own ass to see it. Sanemi runs through the wind estate looking desperately for her until he found their bedroom, he pulls the door open to discover Y/N standing in front of their full length mirror, staring at her mostly naked form with tear stained cheeks. She notices him quickly “ Sanemi what are you doing home?! “ she yelled at the man as she’s trying to cover her body with her discarded uniform. Sanemis eyes bloodshot with anger as his eyes rake over her rounded figure barely covered by the uniform she’s holding to her skin, the scene before him rips a growl from his chest.

The man slams the door shut before storming over to her, his towering figure making Y/N’s breath stop for a moment. She jumps when Sanemi puts his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly while he pulls her to their bed “ sit “ he commands letting go of her and walking back to the mirror picking it up to move it in front of them. Sanemi glances back to her “ if you take your eyes off this mirror you will be punished, understood? “ he asks in a calming manner that made a shiver go down her spine but Y/N nods in response.

Sanemi then drops to his knees, pushing her to lean back on the bed, he starts to kiss slowly up her thighs “ beautiful “ he mumbles into her skin. The man leaves marks as he moves closer to her heat, slowly kissing and licking. Y/N is forced to watch herself in the mirror as the man paints her skin in purple marks and whispers praise into her rounded thighs before making his way to her stomach “ fuck baby so soft “ he groans

“ I’m going to mark every part of your perfect fucking body “

Sanemi bites into your skin making his way up to her breasts leaving marks around them but making sure never to touch her sensitive buds. Kisses his way to her neck leaving a mark there that has Y/N shaking “ S-Sanemi please” she moans out weakly. The man finally pulls back looking down at the art he’s made of her body, marks littering her skin “ fuck baby “ he moans slowly moving his eyes across her fucked out body. Sanemi then backs away completely and she watched through the mirror has he moves in behind her moving her body so she’s laying against his chest forcing her legs to spread with his own exposing her core to them both. Her eyes move over her body taking in all of the marks the man left on her skin from her plush thighs to full hips and stomach to her breasts. “ embarrassing “ she whispers earning a swift smack on the thigh “ I will not allow you to insult something that is mine “ he replies then moves his hand down her body. His eyes dropping between her legs

Her core glistening “ your slutty fucking body is too honest “ he laughs as he drags his finger tips up her core. Sanemis eyes lock with hers through the mirror while he continues rubbing up and down her core without ever touching her clit “ P-Please Sanemi “ she begs while bucking her hips into his hand making him stop. The man brings his fingers to her lips and roughly pushes them inside “ you are going to take what the fuck I give you, understood “ he growls and uses his other arm to smack her plush thigh. Sanemi pulls he’s fingers free bringing them down to her breast circling one of her hard buds ripping a moan from her throat that makes his cock throb against her back. Sanemi grinds into her “ you fucking feel how hard you make me? “ he moans into her neck

Sanemi keeps grinding his hips into her as he removes his hand from her breast, bringing it back down to her core. She’s panting against him, shivers rack her body as he rubs her gently before letting his fingers find her entrance circling it teasing making a whimper come out of her lips and her legs to shake. He grabs her face with his other hand making her look down at his fingers through the mirror as he puts two fingers inside making her moan loudly.

“ fuck yourself on my fingers like a good girl “

Y/N let’s out a sigh as she works her hips against Sanemis hand, feeling his long rough fingers go deep inside her core. “ fuck baby I’ve barely touched you and you’re this wet? “ Sanemi moans locking his eyes with hers. His eyes dark and possessive “ I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock “ he says taking the lead and fucking his fingers into her faster making embarrassing noises fill the room. Hand rubbing her clit as he fucked his fingers into her curling them at just the right moment hitting her weak spot, making her throw her hand back against his shoulder “ what did I tell you “ he growled before forcing her head back into place. Eyes opened looking at how the flush from her face stretched down to her chest, eyes focused on how her chest heaves and her stomach clenches from the pleasure Sanemis fingers were giving her. Suddenly the man spreads them inside of her opening her up slightly, stretching her for something bigger, the thought has her drooling “ look at this pretty fucking cunt “ he growls in her ear his hot breath ghosting over her neck making her shiver in his arms.

“ going to cum for me? “ Sanemi asks as he fucks his fingers in her deeply making the woman whine unable to answer. Sanemi smirks and curls his fingers hitting her sweet spot “ then watch yourself release all over my hand “ he commanded and with that her stomach tightened as pleasure overtook her, they both watched as liquid spilled over his hand and the mirror leaving her panting in his arms. Y/N slowly moved her eyes up to meet his only to see the shock and arousal reflected there. “ fuck baby I didn’t know you had that in you “ he marveled as he pulled his fingers free moving them up to his mouth, she watched as he took them in and sucked all of her essence off of them.

Sanemis eyes shot back to hers clearly aware of what this was doing to his girl, he smirked “ don’t worry baby I’m not done yet “ he moved his legs so she could move, Sanemi guided her to the floor on his knees, the man made a show of slowly removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring free, it’s big with a thick vein running up the underside of it her mouth waters as pre-cum beads at the tip.

Smirking Sanemi says “ go on you know you want it “ before he guides it to her waiting mouth, circling it before pushing the tip in. Y/Ns closed her mouth around it and sucks ripping a moan from the man above her, Sanemi tastes salty from training but that just makes her core throb with need. Y/N tries to take him deeper into her throat what she can’t fit she uses her hand, jacking him off in time with her mouth, paying extra attention to the vein on the underside of his cock making the man groan loudly and rub his hand through her hair just the way she likes it.

“ fuck that’s enough baby “ he says pulling her off his cock and into his lap, kissing her deeply and rubbing his tip against her slit. He nips her bottom lip gently before grabbing her hips tightly and filling her up completely with his cock making her scream before both pleasure and slight pain from his size. Sanemi wastes go time in fucking deeply into her so deep she swears she can feel his tip kiss her cervix.

“ so fucking tight “ he moans into her mouth as he grips her hips harder and forcing her down on his cock while fucking his hips up into her making her whole body shake. Sanemi releases her mouth opting to lick at her breasts sucking more marks into them before taking a bud in his mouth licking and sucking on it hard while he sets a punishing pace with his thrusts. She feels her stomach tighten with pleasure as he abuses her sweet spot “ that’s it baby take my fucking cock “ he groans licking her hard bud making her scream

“ louder! Make all of them hear how good I make this pussy feel “ he moans into her skin

At his words she feels pleasure shoot up her spine as she cums around his cock at this Sanemi fucks into her harder before cumming inside feeling her with his warmth. But before she was able to catch her breath Sanemi flips her over onto her knees, pushing into her again making her scream with the overwhelming pleasure. The man sets a punishing pace making sure she takes every inch of him as he reaches forward to grab her hair in his fist pulling her face off the bed so he can hear her beautiful moans.

Sanemi leans forward to bite at her neck “ have you learnt your lesson? “ he asks with a growl in his throat

“ w-what lesson? “ she asked breathlessly

Sanemi bites her neck harder making her whimper “ listening to options from assholes that don’t matter “ he says between thrusts “ i better not ever see you thinking negative about something that’s mine again, understood? “ he asks as he smacks her rounded asscheek

That sends her over the edge cumming for the third time as he quickly follows filling her to the brim with his warmth. The couple stays like this while they catch their breath, panting and covered in sweat. Sanemi was the first to move, slowing pulling out of her letting the woman fall onto her stomach beneath him. Sanemi sits up running a hand through his sweaty hair “ fuck I went overboard “ he says

He moves her over to her back taking in her fucked out face and the flush that runs down her neck “ are you okay baby? “ he asks Y/N doesn’t trust her voice so she just nods he smiles down at his beautiful girl as he rubs his hand across her cheek “ how did I ever get go lucky? “ he asks making the woman blush

“ come on let’s cuddle before bathing “ he says before moving off the bed putting the mirror back in place and picking up Y/N and putting her back on the pillows, she normally would protest but her body wouldn’t let her put up a fight with the hashira. He moves in beside her cuddling her to his chest “ we may have a brat in a few months “ he comments making her blink up at him before the realization hit but to tired to yell at him so she decided to ignore him making a mental note to stop by the butterfly estate in a few weeks before letting sleep take her, Sanemi smiles “ I wont let anyone hurt either of you “ he promises