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Normal convo- 141

3 a.m. at the base when they are all bored.

R/N: What's my magic trick?

Price: yes

R/N: Not killing myself

Price: fuckin' christ

Price to Ghost: What's yours?

Ghost: Staying alive...

Price: I'm done with this fuckin' team

*He walks away*

Soap and Gaz: But we had a magic trick :(

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏. ݁٬ ࣪ ، ָ࣪ .🌹 ، ₊ ˖  ་ ݁

yandere Majestic boy Israfel obsessed with chubby!fem!reader <3

Author Note ཐིiཋྀ : This is My Original character Israfel Astaroth. i've been thinking about making my own yandere oc from a long time ago but i always found myself being nervous, and now i decided to. the dark theme will be using for my yandere masterlist also btw hehe ;).

🦇 Original Character Short Introduction :

Full Name : Israfel Rose Astaroth. Age : 26. He loves Vampire Gothic Style. If you want to know what he looks like, he looks like the thumbnail in the middle man. thats how i potrait him to look like. Love Interest : You.

🦇 Warning : Doxxing, his crazy fans hired a hitman to kill you, Massacre, obsessiveness, Unhealthy behavior, blood, this called yandere for a reason, i've warned you. this is a Yandere Fiction. Reader skin color is not announced. just him being crazy that he slaughtered his fans for you. and maybe some misspelled word. lmk if i miss anything.

• Israfel is a Majestic boy who is a Sucker for his chubby!fem!reader. everyone is a sucker for him, but him? he's a sucker for you. like real real, motherfucking sucker.

• would die for you. and killed for you too. dont mess with his girlfriend or they'll be dead in just a few days.

• i mean come on.. this guy has reputation and power, not to mention Israfel is a Clever guy too, but when he's with you? he's like a little boy with his favorite pillow he doesnt want to share with.

• he has TONS of fangirls and fanboys, he always come in a model poster, he always get the image of a perfection, but when people find out who is the person that have been there for him behind the stages, and how they look like, they're feeling really execrate.

• some people start doxxing you, and share your internal information, makes you feel scared and ashamed, some of them even send a hitman to kill you.

• when israfel find out how people treat his darling, he's on full rage. this is the time where the beautiful and blessed rose show its poisonous thorns.

• when i said 'thorns' he really become a character development. from a Big Star Model to a motherfucking Serial Killer. he'd kill his fans, and mostly, those bastard that doxx your information and those cheap hitman.

• after he slaughter them all, he's going to you, you were all scared and begging for mercy. but israfel just laugh, his bloody hand grab your cheeks gently, and his lips kisses your forehead. "its okay. no one will hurt you again."

• he hugged you with his body that is covered in blood, while you see a piled of dead bodies behind him, rotting.

• just like half of him now. for sure the rose petals now are already withered. but his poisonous thorns will always be strong, for you. to protect you. his walking snuggle ball <3

🌹 ּ ᮫ ˵ ִ ۪۫ ☾ "just dont leave me okay? you know you meant a lot to me. say to me who dared to look down on you and i'll slit their throat open, just for you <3."

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𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

Ghost's kisses drew more and more persistent with each second, pecking at every corner of your mouth he could. He treasured your lips like it was the last good thing in the world, always making sure to never leave a single spot untouched by his softness. His love for you showed in these moments.

"Thought I'd never get ta' see your lips again," he muttered through bated breaths, hands gripping the side of your face, gentle not to hurt you. He gave you another short kiss before pulling back, taking the time to look into your eyes. He brushed a hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "Or your face."

"I think you're my weakness, ya know?" he said with a chuckle. When his face returned to normal, his expression darkened. "And no one can know that, got it, love?"

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Hiii, it's my first time here !! I wonder if you could ask my question, if possible of course of Yandere Geralt of Rivia...

Imagine a scenario where the reader is from our world and went to Geralt's world, then the reader find him at him and tells his story and asks for help to return to his home... Of course, as time goes by, Geralt becomes "sick with love " for the reader to the point of becoming Yandere.

Note: the reader sees Geralt as best friend or older brother.

Thanks for your request ♥

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You were simply relieved you weren’t alone. 

There were a lot of terrible things that could happen to you, reaching from being mauled by a monster to cut down by a sword, and so, so many gruesome things more. Whatever Geralt saw in you, you were glad it didn’t make him leave you alone to your misery, no matter how strange you were.

Truthfully, you weren’t even a good choice as a squire, but aside from grumbling about your unhelpfulness when it came to battle, Geralt hadn’t driven you away. Despite being rough around the edges, he truly was the hero you needed in your predicament, and for that, you were thankful. 

Whatever you could do, you did, may it be fetching water or helping set up a tent. While the life of a traveling witcher was nothing you wished to pursue forever, you put up with everything you could so that you wouldn’t end up on your own again. The first week spent stumbling through the wild and running from monsters had been enough bad experience in this world for you. Now, your mind was only on one thing: Getting home.

It probably was a luxury to have Geralt’s help in not dying and achieving your goal, but all the more, you were relieved that whatever power made you fall into this strange world had enough mercy to send you this angel of a man. No matter how many dirty, uncomfortable looks you got for being with him whenever you two came into a town, you would endure them, knowing Geralt was the key to make this situation just a memory and send you back home to your family.

Home. It sounded heavenly. 

You sighed deeply, slowly awaking from your slumber. It couldn’t have been long that you fell asleep, the campfire still burning lively next to you. You still felt tired, but something was different than usual. Heavy even.

Pulling down the blanket you had wrapped yourself with, you saw the big arm laying around you, making you realized the heat of a second body in your back. Geralt never slept closer than necessary to you, but without the need to guess, he was definitely sleeping right beside you, spooning you from behind. 

With a flushing heat rising to your face, you were too embarrassed to say anything, even though his arm alone was too heavy to fall asleep with again. He might have accidentally fallen asleep next to you after having some drinks before bed and mistaken you for someone to cuddle up to. But waking him wasn’t an option. Geralt struggled with his sleep enough as it is; you wouldn’t dare to interrupt him and cause a scene. But the reality was very different from what you assumed. 

You heard him take a deep breath as he buried his face into the nape of your neck, not shy to pull away the fabric covering you and pushing his face into your skin. As you listened to him mutter your name, you felt a cold shudder run down your spine, but you tried not to make him notice you were awake. “[Name], [Name], [Name]...” he mumbled, and you bit your lip. The way he said your name always made it sound reproachful, despite you not remembering what you did wrong that day. 

“Look at you, letting your guard down. Don’t you know that I...”

His voice trailed off as you felt him shift suddenly. You reacted quickly, pretending to be fast asleep with your eyes closed and lips slightly parted innocently. Geralt let out a small chuckle before you felt him reach over you, dragging his thumb over your lip. “What are you dreaming about? Your heart is racing.”

Realizing you forgot the first thing about Witcher - their heightened senses - you didn’t know how to help yourself other than stirring a little in your sleep, putting on a frown. Sure enough, that made him halt in his tracks and back away a little, as if he feared you waking up. Only when you settled down again did Geralt relax as well, returning to his spooning position. 

“Seriously...” he kept muttering. “How am I supposed to go on like this? Every time we meet a Sorceress, I am afraid she will have a way to send you home.”

Something about his words gave you a sad impression. Almost as if parting would hurt him, but you weren’t sure if this was just your impression or if the tiny bit of his past that he told you about actually gave him this fear. In your eyes, Geralt was fearless and kept his composure no matter what, but what if you had misjudged him?

“I’d like to keep you all to myself. Lock you up and never let you go. Maybe when we get to Kaer Morhen, I could--”

This time, his voice halted suddenly, and he rose again from behind you. “Are you awake?” he asked, quiet still as if he was hoping you were asleep after all. You simply remained in your pretend sleep, taking an audible breather and hoping it would fool him. He remained in this careful stiffness for a while before he finally drew back. Immediately, you were surrounded by the chilly air of the night as his body disappeared, but before you dared to attempt to move around, you heard more of his mumbles.

“No, I can’t. I shouldn’t... It’s not right...”

What couldn’t he do?

You were ready to blame all the gibberish you had just heard on the mead you two had before bed, but the questions didn’t seem to stop circling your mind. Geralt seemed to fall asleep somewhere a bit further away, while you felt wide awake now. You couldn’t believe that Geralt - of all people! - could have developed any kind of feelings for you. But why else would he be worried about your return? Why would he say those things about locking you up?

Way too freaked out, you tried to make sense of what you had witnessed. Certainly, he didn’t want you to be awake as it went down, but now that you knew, you were left conflicted. Part of you kept getting goosebumps as you remembered the feeling of his face pressed into your shoulder and his words echoing in your ear. The other part tried to justify it with any and all reasons like the alcohol, loneliness maybe. There was no sleep for you after all, and Geralt kept stealing irritated glances at you the following day until he finally asked, “Are you okay?” 

You flinched after being suddenly addressed, not even your exhaustion able to tear you out of your thoughts that still pondered about the last night. “Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, and he contemplated your response for a bit before replying, “There’s this place we should go to next. Maybe we can find some books on portals there.”

“Sounds good,” you chuckled. Nervosity spread inside of you as you hoped he didn’t mean the place that he was talking about last night. 

“I grew up there. You might even be able to sleep in a bed for a change. Kaer Morhen is also safe and...”

After that part, your mind simply shut off as the word kept repeating over and over in your head. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen. Kaer Morhen.

Kaer Morhen, lock up, never let go.

“...and it isn’t far from here,” he finished his explanation, looking at you as he waited for an answer while you could feel the horror showing in your expression. The red flags were so abundantly clear by now, but you absolutely refused to think this way about him. He wasn’t a bad man, he would never... or?

There were a lot of terrible things that could have happened to you on this journey, but you had put all your trust into Geralt to keep you safe. To help you. To be a companion so you wouldn’t be lonely. And until the end, you hoped Geralt wouldn’t turn out to be the monster or the sword you feared so much.

But who could tell what he’d do when he finally had a taste of living out the things he desired?

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I have no reason why, but I rlly wanna hug him. I just feel like he gives good hugs tbh :/.

❤️❤️❤️

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How would Poseidon and Thor react if their darling was their opponent’s Valkyrie?

~ cherrycakeintensifiques

Uuuuuuhhhhh love it, love everything about it

The drama, the DRAMAAAA

Thor

Thor was… Unimpressed, as per to say, when he saw his opponent enter the arena

Such a grandiose entrance and for what, a mare human

This fight, why did he agreed to it? it’ll just be as boring as every other in his past

Maybe with the help of this human’s valkyrie, Thor may find some form of entertainment in this

Wonder who’ll ……

What?

What is his s/o doing here, did they come to wish him luck? How sweet of his little bunny…

…. Where are they going

Why are they?….. Are they.. his valkyrie, his….

Thor’s pupils dilated, the hold on his Mjölnir tightening, he had never feel such strong hit of emotions

Rage, betrayal, hurt, disgust

How could this pathetic, disgusting human bond with his s/o, how could they throw away their life like this

Thor didn’t know what to do, he wanted to let go and crush this worm, beat it till there’s nothing but a splash of blood left but….. His s/o, if he kills that human his s/o will..

No, he needs to think straight, he won’t allow this humiliation to proceed any longer

This round shall be canceled and after he’ll need to have a serious talk with his s/o

Poseidon

This, this impudent excuse of an opponent, this “thing” was not even worth his eyes

Poseidon sighed, such an inferior beings, all of them, everywhere

But hearing the familiar tapping of feet against the stones of the arena caused him to tear his eyes from the floor and towards the sound

That gentle footwork, those light steps, he’d knew it wherever he was

His precious s/o, the only worth of his gaze stood before him….. Standing by the side of that “thing”

What was the meaning of this, how could that valkyrie make his s/o participate in this farce

That inferior, pathetic dirt even has the audacity to talk, to look at his s/o

With his eyes locked on his target his feet moved with heavy steps

The fight haven’t even started, yet Poseidon already approached his supposed opponent and with a forceful hold grabbed his s/o’s arm, pulling them behind his back

Pointing his trident threateningly at his opponents neck when he tried to utter a complaint

Then his bloodthirsty irises turned to Brunhilde, standing behind the audience on the human side of the colosseum

The atmosphere was thick, it was hard to breathe, Poseidon was tense

The moment was broken only when his s/o let out a small groan, their hand holding his as his grip on their wrist got tighter and tighter

Poseidon blinked releasing the pressure from his fingers

After he turned and left the arena without a word, dragging his s/o along

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literally not going to argue with a man who’s covered in blood. whatever you say gorgeous

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yandere Buddha, Poseiden, and Thor fall in love with a sea goddess darling that already has a husband.

Maybe add a "please" next time but I get what you mean!

I also decided to make it that the husband is a mortal, just for that extra bit of spice.

Yandere! Buddha:

Before Buddha joined the Valkyrie's side, you were one of the Gods who openly protested against the destruction of humanity. Buddha already had his eye on you but this only confirmed deep in his mind that you...you were absolutely perfect. You were always so graceful and elegant, taking everything in stride. When the God's side jeered and hissed at you, you still kept your head high and winked playfully at the human's side. When Buddha announced he was fighting for humanity, it was you who greeted him first.

"I knew you were different," You smiled kindly, "I'm glad the power of being a God didn't go to your head."

Your praises brought a smile to his face, and he chuckled at your words.

"I could say the exact same to you." He retorted. You shrugged, "I mean, of course I would. My husband is a human after all!"

....H...Had he heard you correctly?

You had a husband? Buddha's heart fell in his chest but his face remained it's usual relaxed expression. You thank him again for his allegiances and leave him standing by himself in the middle of the hallway. He chomped down on the lollipop in his mouth and a small muffled "crack" could be heard, his eyes hardening and brimming with the ugliest emotion a human and a God could have...

Jealousy.

- Buddha isn't against humanity, he's just got a thing against your husband specifically. This is shown whenever you bring him around and such and Buddha will always smile at you and nod his head respectfully to your husband but...something is off about his aura. Something that makes your husband anxious but nod back with a timid smile.

- Pathetic. Puny. Weak. Unfit. Unworthy. UNFAIR. These were all the words that would pop into Buddha's head whenever he saw you with your lover. The way you smiled at him, the way you laughed at his jokes, the affectionate kisses and embraces that he wishes so badly to be his.

- What attracted you to him? What is it that you saw in him? While Buddha appreciates the uniqueness of all mortals, this man was absolutely the most boring and normal person he's ever met. So how...how could he have captured your divine heart?

- Was it just because he was human? If so, Buddha used to be human too! He wonders if he still was one, he would be the one by your side. He would be the one who gets to wake up next to you and hold you tenderly in his arms.

- But he wouldn't be able to protect you, as well. In fact, neither was your husband. The more Buddha thought about it, the more angrier he got. He's glad that you chose to fight for Humanity but if HE were your husband, he wouldn't have made you fight. He would've volunteered himself instead, regardless of his power or strength or not.

- During your match, he glares at your husband as he cheers you on and watches you fight instead of being in your place and doing it himself. Every injury you receive, Buddha blames it on your husband who yelled your name and was clearly concerned...just not concerned enough to switch places with you.

- Buddha would have done so if it wasn't for Brunhilde, who seemed to notice his behavior was rather odd as of late, so she kept near him to keep an eye on him. So instead, Buddha just glares at your so-called "lover" as he silently calls him a coward in his head.

- Buddha would try to break you two up, he knows he shouldn't be meddling in your relationship but he'll try to plant seeds of doubt in both your mind and your husband's until one of you can finally see reason and break it off with the other.

- "Humans don't live as long as we do, you know?"/ "It must be hard being married to a Goddess, it must be hard to understand her at times." are all things he says.

- He wouldn't outright kill your husband, maybe set him up to be killed, but never kill him himself because he knows that if you ever found out, you'd never forgive him and that risk was too great.

- So he'll be patient, manipulating the both of you with doubt and planting new insecurities in hopes to make your relationship crack and crumble. If not, he could always play the long game and wait for your little human to die...wouldn't it be a shame if you expected his puny little soul to come to you, only to find out it mysteriously went to Niflhiem?

- It would be so devastating for you, poor thing. Don't worry, your beloved ally Buddha was here to comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on. Unlike your husband, he has all of eternity to make you his.

Yandere! Poseidon:

You and Poseidon may have been sea gods, but you two were extremely different in how you ruled your shared element. You represented the beauty of water, the elegance of the calm waves splashing along the coast, and the balance between all life and plants that grew. Poseidon was the harsh tidal waves and tsunamis that destroyed everything in sight, the harsh storm that sunk the ships of many, and his love for you was as deep and dark as the trenches that lay at the very bottom.

"Poseidon, I wish to have a word with you." You spoke through gritted teeth. The prideful God only stopped walking away from you but he turned his head to the side to silently let you know he was listening. You cut to the chase, "My husband nearly had another fatal accident when he was sailing. I had made it so the conditions were safe and peaceful for him, but suddenly it all changed without warning. Were you responsible?"

"Yes." He responds truthfully and instantly, unfazed by your irritated expression, "That is the risk you take when you have a mortal lover, humans die everyday."

"So do sudden changes in the sea happen everyday the exact moment my husband is too far from me to help?" You shot back.

Poseidon smirks and then turns his head forward, continuing to walk away from you.

"If you're so concerned about your husband, maybe tell him to avoid the seas." He responds coldly before thinking to himself, and the Goddess that watches over it.

- Poseidon knew about your husband from the start, he was there to witness your disgusting little love story play out in front of him and trust him when he said he tried to stop it. Tried to stop YOU from making the biggest mistake of your life.

- He knew mortals had a short life span and that, in God years, he wouldn't have to wait horribly long for your little human pet to die but it was unbearable. That rotten worm shouldn't even be able to breathe near you, nevermind, share your bed and feel your love.

- The God of the Sea had harbored feelings for you for so long, he did not pine and yearn for you in silence just so some wretched little ant can have you!

- It really is unfortunate for your poor husband that the one God who was practically obsessed with you had a burning hatred for humanity as well and he'd make it known without any shame.

- Everytime you call him out or speak against him for it, he doesn't address you, but your husband as he glares at the trifling little welp and says: "Must you always have her fight your battles, shrimp? You're her husband, aren't you?"/ "Poseidon, I am talking to you."/ "And I am talking to the useless little worm that you chose over me!"

- Poseidon is indeed petty because while he does love you, you've also badly injured his ego. Why not him? He was strong, powerful, and beautiful. You both even ruled over the seas, together, you'd be such a beautiful and powerful couple! But no, you had to be foolish and pick a mortal as your lover.

- Poseidon will end that human's life span whether you like it or not because in his mind, he is not the interloper in the relationship. It is your husband that is standing between him and you and the God of the Sea doesn't take kindly to obstacles that keep him from your side.

- He wasn't surprised like other Gods when you had chosen to defend humanity. He was disgusted and dissapointed, but not surprised.

- He will not interfere in your battle at first. He's rather smug whenever the God you're fighting with lands a hit on you and he shoots your husband a look. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic that the only thing the measly being can do is yell words of encouragement. When an injury seems a little too brutal, Poseidon will then interfere in the fight, DARING the other gods to oppose him.

- "Remember this moment, (Y/n). Remember how it was me who stepped in and not the husband that claims to love you so much. Think about this every night you lay next to him about how I had to save you and he was ready to stay on the sidelines and willing to watch you die."

- You are his. He is yours. This not a delusion that his mind created (even though it is), it is a cold hard fact. One that you and your disgusting cowardly lover need to see. He will not stop until he has you or until your lover is dead, or both.

Yandere! Thor:

Thor always felt his icy indifference melt when it came to you, someone who wasn't easily intimidated by his aloof demeanor and actually seemed to enjoy being around him. Perhaps your conversations where one sided, perhaps he didn't seem as excited to see you as you saw him, but you knew. You knew he had to love you, right?

Apparently not, because you only viewed him as a close friend and as a result, he was invited to your wedding ceremony as a guest of honor. For all those countless centuries of "friendship" you two had shared, centuries that meant more to him than mere friendship. Yet, he still attended your seaside wedding and to at least get a glimpse of the God who had stolen you away. Only to realize it was no God, but a human.

A small insignificant human.

You had the God of Thunder at your feet but you kicked him aside for some weak little human!?

He's cold and icy, per usual from everyone else's perspective, but you sensed something was off about it and how it wasn't his usual behavior. You always knew Thor better than most people. Yet, you brushed it off in favor of getting married to the small insignifact little lover of yours, and Thor watched with rage boiling in him as you both sealed your vows with a kiss.

His kiss.

The one he should've shared with you.

- Unlike the other two who try to interfere with your relationship, Thor will not. He is a man of honor and will respect your marriage...to the best of his ability.

- And unlike the other husband's from the last two scenarios, the one you had was a fighter. A good and strong one at that, a bit reckless for his own good, but it's what balanced you two out. Thor hated to see it but even he couldn't deny that he somewhat the appeal from your perspective.

- This human was better at expressing his emotions, had long winded and endless conversations with you, and was not afraid to show his affection to you. If...If Thor had been a little more like him, a bit more expressive...then would you have chosen him?

- He'd've changed a long time ago if he had known, he would've done anything to go back in time and stop living in this Hell. He so desperately wanted you but he simply couldn't have you, not when your husband was in the picture.

- Yes, he planned on waiting for your husband to die but it felt like every single kiss and every single action of love you two shared made time painfully slow and that his heart wanted to leap out of his chest, to tell you everything in hopes he wouldn't have to wait as long as he has to.

- Thor was not good with his feelings, only able to express them freely on the battlefield. But the battlefield of love was a bit harder for him. His storms were violent and there was a pain no magic or healers could fix, a pain he was convinced would heal if he only heard the words "I love you, Thor" from your lips.

- Loki is no help, because he tries to push Thor into snapping for his own sick amusement. I mean, his own cousin and Prince of Asgard allowing his crush to be stolen away from some human who can fight good? Please, it was hilarious to think about but also, he was curious as to how what Thor would do if he just...gave him a little nudge off the edge.

- Ragnarok's arrival was the perfect time to do so. You opposed humanity's destruction and joined their side, unsurprisingly, but your husband wouldn't fight alone. He presented the idea of being chosen a champion of humanity to Brunhilde and while you were upset he did so behind your back, it was just another reason you loved your stubborn human.

- When Loki found out about this, he presented the idea to Thor who just frowned. Your husband was a man of great bravery, it was no wonder you adored him, but Loki just snickered as his stupid cousin didn't realize this could work out in his favor.

- "After all, you're too much of a goody-goody to ruin their odd little union but...it would truly be a shame if something happened to her husband if he just bit off a bit more than he could chew going against a God. (Y/n) couldn't even blame you, not if she thought you were forced to fight him."

- And he had a point. For once, Loki made sense to Thor, perfect sense. So he managed to convince his father to have him face off against your husband first.

- He stared at you, your face conflicted for it was your dearest friend against your beloved husband. He then looked at your husband, who had a determined look and a sad smile on his face. Thor already can see his soul being sent to Niflhiem, how you'd need someone to comfort you and how Thor would pretend to feel remorse but was only doing what his father expected of him, how you'd be too vulnerable and upset to be angry and collapse in his arms.

- You will finally be mine, he thinks to himself as he charges towards your poor spouse.

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Would you do a buddha ror x f reader noncon?

YANDERE ! BUDDHA . ( ror )

-> major tw !! non-con !! please skip if the topic makes you uncomfortable !!

-> very quick drabble : super short - kinda .

taglist : [ @night-ace as requested !! ]

your body faced the wall, your hands helplessly holding onto the concrete as large palms fondled your breasts roughly.

his face was nuzzled onto your shoulder from behind, huffs and groans leaving his lips as he thrusted his hips against yours from behind, his cock shoving itself in and out of you, leaving you breathless.

your eyes were glossy with tears as the god fucked you needily, praises leaving his lips as he did so, he was insane. his obsession with you was overstepping boundaries, but he didn't care, you were his and his only. his to enjoy, all to himself.

no one would've suspected him to be so vile, you could've never seen yourself in this situation, yet here you are, getting taken advantage of by a powerful god.

"you feel s-so good," buddha moaned out, his lips pressed against your skin, his cock slamming in and out of you, fucking you like a dog in heat. but what you hated the most, other than the man, was how disgustingly good it felt. your body betraying you, getting wet around him, sucking him back in, this isn't what you wanted, not at all! but your body was being fooled by the pleasure he gave.

small moans left your lips, they were strained, not wanting to give him the the pleasure of hearing you cry out. you just couldn't, you dignity was already broken, you could at least try and save yourself from the shame.

a loud grunt came from behind you, the god's body pressed flush against your own, his arms caging you against him, making you feel claustrophobic. your eyes shut in displeasure feeling a warmth fill your cunt, his cum painting your walls. a small sob left your lips at the feeling, but buddha saw it as a sob of pleasure, he kissed your neck, still holding you close, before moving his lips by your ear.

"all mine."

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Hi! Can get some more yandere Buddha?

Ofcc (I don’t support Yandere behavior or any actions in this it’s only for fictional entertainment), VERY MUCH OOC don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of the warnings below or yandere behavior in general!! (Semi inspired by a TikTok post 😓)

“My strange addiction..”

Warning: Yandere behavior, obsession, violence, gore, cannibalism, etc

He was absolutely enamored by you. You were in his mind 24/7, running in circles, getting rid of his other thoughts, just you. And only you. The thoughts were only getting worse and worse. He needed you. He needed your touch. He needed everything about you. He needed to be with you always. He loves you so much.. but you don’t love him back. He worships the very ground you stand, walk and touch. He wants to cut off a part of you and eat it if it meant that he could always be with you. . . he realizes that maybe he needs help.. these thoughts weren’t healthy for him or you. But he couldn’t help the thoughts when you were just so perfect and mesmerizing and he just needs you to be his. It doesn’t matter what he has to do for you to be his.. he’ll do anything. He’ll sell his soul to you, give you his heart, mind and body if it meant that you could always be his and he could always be yours. He just needs to be yours or he might just lose it. He loves you too much for it to be healthy. He’ll murder, kill and maim anyone who treats you wrong. Nobody was to hurt what was his. You were going to be his and only his one day.. no matter what it takes.

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HelloHi,i don't Remember if i alredy sent you a request like this (i'm Sorry i'm being so forgetfull lately)but i would like to request an headcanon for Jack the ripper and buddha finding their female lover cutting herself, how would they react?? How would they help her? Please can you make It angst to fluff comfort, ?

Byeee, i know what i'm requesting you Is a lot so feel free to decline byee have a good day/night ,

I've seen your other request too so sorry I'm writing this only now

tw: mentions of autolesionism

The bloody Jack the Ripper is appealed by the sight of blood, yet, unexpectedly, it shocked him the fact that you were willingly hurting yourself. It's the first time he doesn't find himself being attracted by the sight of blood, he is instead worried about your well-being.

Jack doesn't like your colour either - it's not the usual brightness you emanate, that love he likes so much, but it's not fear either. It's a feeling he can't identify, a grim color that scares him. It scares because it is unknown, oppressive and he doesn't how to deal with it.

After tending your wounds and making sure you are stable enough, Jack will offer you a cup of tea to discuss over. He wants to understands what's making you feel this way and make sure you know you can rely on him.

The lollipop Buddha was eating slips from his lips the moment he sees you harming yourself. He can't mantain his usally relaxed demeanor, not when you are the one who's getting hurt.

After he has made sure you are physically alright, he will trace back to every single thing that had happened in the past months that could have driven you to hurt yourself - in the meantime he's also constantly keeping an eye on you, just in case you were to do it again.

Buddha tries not to appear too worried - but the whole thing is actually eating him inside. He keeps thinking about how he could have avoided this if only he had been more careful. It's not his fault, yet he can't help but blame himself for his negligence.

He has never have to deal with this but, you can bet, he is ready to help you reach enlightenment with him.

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Hi love

Maybe can you something for buddha with a pregnant reader? Thank you so much!

of course! hope you like^^

At first he can’t tell wheter you are kidding him or not and can’t help but be a little surprised. He literally drops the jar of candies he was holding to the ground and stares at you for a couple of minutes, before asking you if you were being serious. He is happy about it, of course, but he needs some time to realise the news.

After this first moment of disbelief, Buddha is really excited - he doesn’t show it, but you can tell that he is looking forward to the moment he will hold the baby for the first time.

He is 100% supportive and willing to do anything in his power - which is a lot - to take care of you. He is ready to make all of your wishes come true, even the most absurd ones. And if you crave for some strange combination of food, he will probably try them out too, while if you ask him to give you all of his candies, this man will share every last one of them with you.

Buddha doesn’t really like the other deities, but he won’t hesitate to ask for their help if you aren’t feeling well and are in need. You and the kid come first, and he will do everything to let you know,

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not my man chishiya having to go on a journey of self-discovery because he refused to run with his hands outside his pockets

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Could I request a Raian Kure with an fem s/o who he sees again after disappearing not by choice, but they do keep in contact. Maybe she returns with baby girl. Bonus if Erioh is completely taken with her like Karla. (og sent from sol-chibi-writer)

A/n: @sol-chibi-writer no prob! (Sorry this is so late, my laptop deleted my go draft and i got caught up in appointments and essays, so i only had time to re-write this a few hours ago.)

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Whatever Raian was expecting, it wasn’t her running into the Kure home. Her irregular footsteps, her voice, her cheesy slacky grin, he hadn’t seen those in almost a year. It can’t be her, she left, but it is.

Normally Rain wouldn’t let anyone this close, but here he was, being hugged to death by her. It had to be her. The grip on his upper back instead of lower, the slight smell of dying but not yet dead flowers, the scars on her forehead all confirm it. Only she knew where that one ticklish spot on his back was, and she was pressing it now the way she always did.

“I’m back, I’m back, it’s me Raian, it’s me”

“(Name), where the hell did you go? Why did you go! WHY!” Maybe Raian should be relieved she’s back, but he’s mostly pissed. (Name) left almost a year ago and, sure, she called, but she promised to be back in April! It’s fucking October now! “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO YOU ROTTEN-” Thank god she kisses him then because he had no actual insult planned there.

“Look, Raian, I didn’t want to leave, I got kidnapped. They took all of my stuff, and their home base was in fucking Hicksville, Michigan. I got out after about two months, but with the injuries and the, other thing, I couldn’t come back until about now.” Okay, that might be a semi-valid excuse to not have answered the phone and calling him from a payphone instead, but what injury could hold (name) back for that long? Raiain had seen this woman catch bullets and run on broken bones. She didn’t get that injured.

“Why did they kidnap you? And what “other” fucking thing?”

“Well, a) because I was, err am, was, your girlfriend, and b) I, ummm, kinda,” she’s stalling. The last time she stalled was never.

Bad sign.

“I, uhhhh, waskindasortapregnantandgavebirthandwehaveadaughternow.”

Pause.

What.

“We,” he motions to both of them, “we have-have kid? You-Y-You were pregnant?” Smooth, he knows, but the fuck? When?

“Yes. You needed a kid to help with the whole ‘Kure clan strength’ thing. Erioh said I was a good candidate because I was strong enough. We both agreed to not use protection once we both found out we were clean. You came in me. That’s how children are made.” (Name)’s slow semi-patronizing explanation, combined with her how unhooking what he thought was a backpack to reveal it as a backwards baby carrier, makes the situation fully sink in.

“How old’s she?”

“Four months. She has your eyes, and your annoying tendency to bitch whenever I leave the room for longer than an hour.” There’s no venom in either of their voices.

“She got a name yet?”

“I was thinking we could decide together, but-” Whatever (Name) was about to say is drowned out by the people running in.

“See, I told you, Reichi! (Name)’s back!”

“She is, Henzo, so you were right. Gramps, she’s holding a baby. (Name), is the baby-”

“Yep. All black eyes, just like her daddy over here.”

“Let me see her! Quickly! Hello, my great-great-little granddaughter, hello!”

“Give me my fuckin kid back!”

“Watch the language, (Name)!”

“Shut it Henzo! That’s our kid gramps just stole, she’s allowed to swear if he doesn’t GIVE US THE FUCKIN KID BACK!”

“My beautiful great-great-granddaughter.”

“Let me go, Reichii!”

“Fuck you!”

“Watch the fucking language!”

Whoever this child ends up taking after, she’ll certainly have a delightful family to deal with.

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headcanons about fred w/ kids

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sorry i kinda went mia- but i’m working on a bigger fic- so yeah:)

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ok first off- he loves kids. he just does-

even though there is a little tiny urge to kick them over 🙃

anyway- toddlers are his favorite

he loves how curios they are and how excited they are about everything

one day in the shop, a little kid walks in and their eyes are just wide about everything

fred is so excited

he shows the kid all around the store and helps them look around

the kid comes to the store a lot from them on and basically just sees fred as a big brother

omg at hogwarts hsjsjsjsjwk

he definitely pranks them but if he sees one that needs help, is homesick, or just lost he’ll always help them.

especially homesick kids beacause he probably knows what it feels like to miss your parents:(

he probably thinks about baby names

HE PROBABLY THINKS ABOUT BABY NAMES😭

give me a fred please

moving on-

he definitely wants a big family

he’d be a great dad honestly

molly was a great mom i think but he’d probably learn from her (and her mistakes) to be the best frickin dad everrrr

just saying, he’d be amazing :)

ok but now- ✨fred’s kids✨

ok but what if fred had twins

like identical to him

he calls them his little trouble makers😭

“what have my little rascals gotten into this time?”

fred with a daughter✊

he’d be so overprotective it’s not even funny

like he’s be ready to throw hands at her partner if they came home for christmas break

for legal reasons this is a joke

he probably cries when he sends them to hogwarts

“they’re not babies anymore🥲”

brb gotta go sob

in conclusion, fred wealsey as a dad>>>

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Just watched Turning Red and supportive dark haired dad of few words that cooks has to be my favorite gender