#They just want to scare people but can't control the hunger

[baa-whatever]

This is how it went, right?

[nicksolemnlyswears]

You write Coryo sooo well. We saw Coryo with an innocent reader, but what would happen if the reader is as wicked as he is and they fight for control?

summary: coriolanus finds his match

pairing: young! coriolanus snow x capitol! scientist! reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, breast play (some slapping too), overstimulation (f and m receiving)(mostly coryo really), very little dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex (please don't do it like them), perv! coriolanus always, slight cum play, pain kink aka masochism also i think some sadism too, is that all? i think so, oh no wait, physical violence and borderline dub non-con. basically it’s angry sex

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long! most of it was written a when the request was sent but i've just managed to come back and finish it. hope something like this was what you had in mind. i'll be working on the mentor pt. 2 this next week!

requests open ✨

You and Coriolanus are extremely competitive. It both scares and annoys the rest of the laboratory.

You and Snow share many similarities. Both need to be successful and get the things you want no matter the cost.

Being a year older than Snow, you were already working under Dr. Gaul at the university. Learning about his cheating ways made you lose any respect you could’ve had for him.

More so, you did not appreciate being pushed to the side as Dr. Gaul raved on and on about her new star pupil. The one that changed the game.

Whenever he walked into the room your face would fall into a scowl. You avoid him like the plague whenever Gaul doesn’t assign you to work with him.

The other student's whispers reached his ears about how your cold aura is because of him and his excellence. About how you think he’s better than you. Coriolanus took it in stride, he loved that he had that effect on people.

Being the top two students you're forced to work together constantly, which leads to learning about each other's ambition and story. Still, you don't hesitate to screw each other over to get the upper hand.

It’s the very own hunger games right in Dr. Gaul's lab and she knows it. She takes any opportunity to pin you against Coriolanus and get the best scientific outcomes. Gaul manipulates the situation, lying about what Coriolanus thinks about you and vice versa.

Dr. Gaul thrives from the tension that resides in the lab when you and Coriolanus are forced to work together. While you and Coriolanus break your backs and spirits she sits back to watch and see how far your minds will soar.

So much anger can only lead to two scenarios: violence or sex. Well... three if you mix violence and sex.

You want to get rid of Snow but Snow wants you by his side. You can't be a threat if he holds you close and predicts each one of your movements in his game of chess. He wonders what it would be like to have someone who would kill for him.

Coriolanus makes it one of his goals to seduce you and make you submit to him. He wants to make you another weapon in his arsenal. One that will kill for him when prompted to.

One late night, you work from his apartment, brainstorming ideas for the next Hunger Games. Usually, you would do this from the lab, but after one of the experiments escaped, the lab had to be fumigated and cleaned.

You pace the living room to calm your anger. You're pissed off at the blonde man that sits on the sofa. His legs spread wide as his head leans back on the backrest.

For hours, all he's done is undermine you and shoot down all your ideas, calling them stupid and unnecessary. Tempting you to wrap your hands around his pale neck. To feel his adam’s apple bob under your strangulating touch.

He knows you're angry. It's exactly what he wanted. If he pushes your buttons long enough you'll lose your resolve and it'll be his moment to strike.

"You're joking, right? We bring your idea to Dr. Gaul and she'll laugh in our face. I didn't take you for a clown," Coriolanus taunts, standing from his couch to stretch his stiff muscles.

Whipping around you stalk towards his tall figure, pushing his chest angrily. Coriolanus pushes his tongue agains the inside of his cheek to control his temper.

It's a stupid thing that wouldn't get arise out of you any other day, but you've had enough of Coriolanus inability to listen and accept that other's ideas are better than his. "You're such a piece of shit, Snow. Clearly you don't fucking need me since your ideas are so brilliant. Fucking insufferable know it-" you exclaim, continuing to push him back.

Coriolanus strikes like a scorpion would, fast and precise. His peacekeeper training kicks in as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand while the other comes up behind your neck. His lips smash against yours roughly, forcing you into a heated kiss.

You're frozen in your spot, arms going limp from shock. You don't have time to process Coriolanus actions as he pulls away from you. He waits for your reaction tentatively. This will either go terribly wrong or brilliantly well.

You stare at him with burning cheeks, anger seeping into your bones. How dare he kiss you when you're trying to make a point. Your anger is not something to take lightly.

Ripping your hands away from his loose hold, you bring one up to slap against his cheek.

Smack!

The silence is deafening. Coriolanus now sports a cheek as red as yours. Your chest heaves in anger, eyebrows furrowed and calculating eyes.

He holds his stinging cheek with his hand as his face morphs back into anger. Coriolanus never expected his goal to be easy, but he won't bury his enraged feelings for you.

His mouth opens to shout at you to leave yet you surprise him, pulling him by his shirt to deposit a kiss on his lips. Reacting quickly he grabs your hips, so you're flush against him.

It's your choice to kiss him not his. You'll be damned the day you take Coriolanus' lead.

Coriolanus' body is burning hot. Flames of anger and frustration licking at him the more deeply you kiss him. You try pushing your wet tongue into his mouth but are met with resistance, biting his lower lip harshly lets you slip it in but not without effort as his tongue wrestles yours for dominance.

Things continue to escalate quickly as Coriolanus pushes you down the hallway to his bedroom. It's not a question whether this is happening or not. You've held back too long to stop now.

Wandering hands touch any body part they can reach. His fingers tangle in your hair, hand finding your front to squeeze at your tits. You moan into his mouth, giving him the pleasure to lick at your mouth.

Coriolanus slams you against his bedroom door when it closes, letting some steam off. You frustrate him like no one ever has, he's resorted to imagining you in lewd and degrading situations before he does something he regrets.

In that same vein, you rip open his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere, annoying Coriolanus even if he now owns more shirts that he needs. Your nails drag down his chest, causing thin red lines to decorate his pale chest. The palm of your hand presses on the tent of his slacks, feeling how hard he's become for you.

You chuckle into the kiss in a teasing manner. Typical man aroused by the smallest bit of attention. Coriolanus shuts you up, grabbing your ass and pressing you into his erection.

Anger mixes with arousal as you and Coriolanus bully each other to submit. It's not sweet and delicate. It's animalistic and boderline painful.

The kiss is sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongue as Coriolanus sits on his bed and you climb over him, straddling his lap. It's rushed, giving the illusion you're afraid of being caught fucking the person you hate most.

There is no time to get naked. With his shirt ripped open, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his neatly ironed pants. You barely lift your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.

His neck tilts back as you leave bruises behind, teasing his pulse point with your tongue. With a tight grip on the outside of your thigh Coriolanus get his cock wet with the juices that drip from your cunt. You'd just made fun of him for being aroused when you're in the same condition if not worse.

Your hips stutter at the sensation of the blunt head of his cock, prodding your entrance. He wants you to say it, 'Fuck me, Coryo.' You'd rather be dead first.

You force yourself down Coriolanus cock instead to stop the teasing. “Ahh,” you moan in unison. Stilling for the first time since he kissed you.

He feels your breath hitch on his neck when you take the last inch of him. Such a slut taking all of him in one go.

“Coriolanus,” you groan as he forces you to bounce on top of him. You hate to admit how long and thick he is. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head each time it drags on your walls.

You hold onto dear life. Arms around his shoulders and head nestled on his neck. Coriolanus' fists your skirt, guiding your movements on his cock.

“It’s Coryo,” he groans. Hearing you say his nickname will be the biggest form of submission. It means you've given yourself to him.

“Coriolanus,” you repeat intentionally, pulling away from his neck to look into his angry eyes. With your fingers on the side of his neck and your thumb tilting his head up you force him to look at you head on.

“Insufferable girl. Must you always fight me on everything,” he seethes, grasping your hips to slam down on his. You make his blood boil.

You wince when the rounded head of his cock hits your cervix, red fingernails digging onto his shoulder. “Yes, I’ve been working too hard to let you get away with everything.”

Coriolanus is determined to set the pace, pushing into you and using your hips as a handle to pull you up and down. You're bound to have bruises in the morning.

It's uncomfortable the way your skin becomes clammy with exertion. Leaves you no choice but to unbutton your white school shirt, giving Coriolanus a glimpse of your lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Your nipples poke through the sheer material, teasing Coriolanus as they beg to be set free. They temp him with every rise and fall of your chest, a sheen of sweat decorating your skin like glitter.

It drives him nuts to know you're wearing the provocative garment under your shirt everyday in the lab. Hidden from him like treasure. Were you hoping he'd see you like this or do you like fucking around with any other student in the lab?

His thoughts anger him further, ducking his head he catches your nipple through the flimsy material. His teeth nip at your stiff peak, earning a seductive whine from you as his hold slips due to the slippery material.

Unconsciously you give in to the instruction of the blonde man, bouncing your hips to his rhythm. Too busy relishing on the pleasurable pain on your chest.

He leaves wet kisses on the swells of your breast, sucking bruises into them. If you were to be fucking any other man they'd know he was here.

His licking up your neck make you clench around him. His hips stutter and you grin, repeating the motion repeatedly. You have to make him cum first to prove he is a disappointment. Like all your other loser boyfriends that never made you cum.

He spanks the globe of your ass harshly, making you jump from the sting and suppress a whine. He's catching onto what you're doing and he's going to prove you wrong.

Biting the spot between your neck and shoulder, he increases the pace he's set. He's confident his self control is better than yours and he's going to make you cum around his cock.

“If you were smart enough we could help each other,” Coriolanus speaks between groans. One of his hands splayed on your back coming up to undo the clasp of your bra.

“I’m smart enough to know you’ll take over completely and I don’t share,” you pant with hooded eyes, letting the flimsy undergarment fall off your arms as you wrap your arms around his neck.

With your tits bouncing freely in front of his face he takes one into his mouth. Sucking the plump flesh and teasing your nipple with his tongue.

You pull him further towards you, your hand on the back of his blonde head, grinding down on his cock. Fuck, he's making you see starts, you can't remember a time you've been fucked this good.

With your head tilted back, moans slip past your lips, letting Coriolanus know you're losing yourself. Taking the opportunity, he flips you over and slams you on the bed. With your legs spread around him he can take a good long look at your cunt.

You're a mess. Wrinkly skirt, flipped up onto your stomach, cunt flushed and smeared with a cream he wants to taste. Your panties pushed to the side but soaked with your arousal.

He pinches your cunt with two fingers, seeing your lips press on your swollen clit and creamy white slick drip down your slit. A cynical grin on his lips.

"Never seen a real pussy before, Coriolanus?" you taunt, meeting his gaze.

"Next time it'll be your mouth I'm fucking. See if that will keep you quiet," he threatens, pushing his cock back into your weeping cunt. He bottoms out in one swift movement, a breathy moan in the back of his throat.

"Oh my god," you cry out, fisting the sheets. Without the burning of your thighs you can fully concentrate on the way his cock abuses your hole. You're done for.

"Not god, just me," Coriolanus mocks, thumbing your clit.

You close your eyes, memorizing how he drags slowly out of you before snapping his hips back into you. His hand on your waist, preventing you from sliding up on the bed with each one of his bruising thrusts.

Coriolanus is awfully quiet as he admires the creamy white ring that forms at the base of his cock each time he pushes into your puffy cunt.

If only your mouth was as sweet. He's determined on getting your lips and warm tongue around his cock. Once he makes sure you won't bite.

Not one to make things easy for him you repeat his name over and over again. "Coriolanus, Coriolanus, Coriolanus." Your taunting spurs him on, gives him an end goal as he fucks wildly into you.

The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching are deafeningly loud. For extra measure, Coriolanus paws your tits, the fatty flesh bulging between his fingers. Letting go he delivers a swift slap to the skin. Red flares up and your pretty cunt squeezes him until he can barely move.

You've gone quiet, face morphed into one of pure pleasure. You're as sadistic as he is. Pain gets you off. He should've known. Great minds think alike.

“Now you're quiet. Huh? I would've done this a lot earlier had I known my cock was the answer," he huffs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

His pace is relentless, bullying the spongy spot inside of you. You're not sure how much more of this you can take. With each thrust his pelvis slams against your clit. His thumb inadvertently rubs circles on your hip.

“You’re just a perv that needs his dick wet,” you barely manage to say between moans. Your hands have released the tight hold on the sheets, coming up to hold Coriolanus' sides.

“And you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?” His gravely voice asks in your ear, licking the shell of your ear.

Your silence produces a dark chuckle. You know you're going to cum any time now, staying silent is not an option. “Only when it’s convenient for me,” you lilt. You keep challenging him, pushing your luck.

Coriolanus meets your fucked out gaze. His blonde hair falls and sticks to his forehead in a way that makes you hate him even more. If he was unattractive it would be so much easier.

Sneaking his hand between your sweaty bodies he thumbs your sensitive clit. “Co-Corio-” You can't pronounce his stupidly long name as he furiously abuses your clit and bullies your walls.

“That’s more like it,” he grins maliciously.

Your peak approaches with an intensity you can't handle. Coriolanus overstimulates you as your cunt clenches around him, forcing his cock to remain still inside of you. Your whole body shakes with each wave, your legs trapping him on top of you as he takes in the throes of your orgasm.

Your eyes scrunch close and your mouth opens in a silent plead. Coriolanus is hyperaware of the tear that slides down from your wet eyelashes. He cleans it off with his thumb, tasting it as his tongue wraps around the pad of his finger.

Sweet taste of victory.

Slipping his cock out of your pulsing walls Coriolanus drops on the bed beside you, catching his breath. His cock is achingly hard, covered in your slick cum. The tip flushed red and leaking pre. He had his victory doesn't matter if he got to cum or not.

You're no quitter though. You might not be able to walk tomorrow but you have to prove a point. You're not getting pushed around by the man that is Coriolanus Snow.

Ignoring the post orgasmic twitching of your cunt you straddle Coriolanus, pushing his chest down when he tries to sit up.

"What're you doing?" He asks alarmed, holding your waist to stabilize you from your shaky legs.

"You didn't get to cum, Coriolanus," you shrug cheekily, grabbing his aching cock and lining it up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as you slide down it's length one more time.

"Fuck," he curses, throwing his head back on the mattress. This isn't an act of service. This is torture.

Your fluttering walls milk him for all that he is worth. Your hips grind down on him, his pelvic bone and thighs getting soaked. The slick noise coming from your pussy and his cock is obscene. Erotic in its own right.

He tries pushing away but you put your weight down onto his hands, giving the illusion you've immobilized him. Coriolanus could've escaped any moment, but the ache in his balls stopped him. He's thinking with his dick.

His heavy balls are tightening despite how much he's holding back and thinking of anything other than the woman on top of him. His body tells him to give in and to fill you up with his cum, like it's supposed to be.

“Gonna cum, Coriolanus?” You ask, scratching down his taut abdomen. “Who’s quiet now?” You chuckle, throwing your head back as you ride him.

The only control he has in his possession resides in closing his eyes to shut out the pornographic view of you on top of him. Tits bouncing, pussy sucking him up, pretty face with a mean smirk.

Knowing all he needs is a push you lean down to give him a couple of encouraging words, "You feels so good, Coryo."

You swear you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Grabbing his hand you bring it up to your chest, placing it on your breast. "So big and thick. I've never had anyone this big stretching me out. I want your cum in me, Coryo. You won. You deserve it."

A gravely moan rises from his throat, thrusting into you he shoots his cum deep into your cunt. His blue eyes open and all they find is your wicked grin.

"Fuck, wait," he pleads when you continue to grind on his dick, keeping his cum in you, forcing it deeper inside.

After the torture you put him through, his cock head is too sensitive, almost painful. You're determined to get another orgasm out of him though.

“Want me to stop?” You ask in faux concern, continuously gyrating your hips, causing more friction against your walls and his tip. “Just ask.”

Coriolanus glares at you. You're getting off from his pain. If look could kill you'd be 6ft underground by now. All of your encouraging words from before a lie to get him like this. He might've won the battle, but you'll win the war.

His jaw is tense as he hold back whines, shuddering when you clench around him. Teasingly you slide up his shaft until the tip in the only part inside before you push back down.

Coriolanus' grip on you is bruisingly tight but not enough for you to stop using him as your toy. Your orgasm builds the more he holds onto you. He spanks the outside of your thighs, but this isn't a game. Three taps will not get you out.

Leaning into him you press your lips against his. Burying his hands on you hair he kisses you back harshly, holding you to him and biting your lip when you try to pull away.

The sting of his teeth digging onto your lip and the taste of your blood throws you over the edge. "Fuck," you squeal against his lips as the waves crash against you.

The whine of your name that comes out of Coriolanus' lips is something you want to remember forever. The clenching and unclenching of your orgasm triggers him to bust, your pussy essentially milking him of every drop of cum as he paints your walls white.

Lightly but firmly he pushes you off of him afraid you'll pull another stunt like that. You fall of the bed beside him, his cum trickling out of your pink center down onto the sheets. You push it out of you, enjoying the sensation of it trickling down your entrance.

For a moment you're clearheaded and don't hate Coriolanus. The raging dumspter fire in your chest extinguished, leaving smoke and weak flickers of fire behind that can be reignited at any given moment.

“We can add your suggestion to the presentation. Putting trackers on them is a good idea,” Coriolanus mutters next to you, looking strictly at the ceiling.

You giggle and shake your head, “And all it took was to fuck you. You're like all other men aren't you?" Your words are accusatory but your tone says otherwise and Coriolanus allows himself to crack a smile.

“Is it so difficult for you to say thank you?" He asks turning his head to look at you.

"To you? A little," you say scrunching your nose and laughing once more.

Coriolanus enjoys your laugh but loves your drive and determination even more.

A toxic relationship sprouts from this moment. You’re tools to help each other succeed in your endeavors. Love takes a while to develop but once it does no one can tear you apart…except for each other.

“You two are getting along today,” Dr. Gaul hums as she walks along the lab. She's missed any argument and jeer that might materialize between you and Coriolanus.

You take the lead to respond to her observation, “We’ve come to an understanding. Coryo-Coriolanus and I. All this bickering can’t be good for the work environment. It's highly unprofessional."

Coriolanus' lips quirk into a half smile as his nickname escapes from your lips. Progress is being made.

Dr. Gaul is blissfully unaware that just five minutes ago you were in the bathroom, getting your ass spanked bright red by Coriolanus because you wouldn't listen to him. After, he fucked you over the sink with a hand clasped over your mouth to keep your smartass comments from coming out.

"Hm," is all Dr. Gaul says, hoping this new arrangement doesn't take away from your performances.

You shift uncomfortably in your station, focusing back on the screen but unable to ignore Coriolanus' seed pooling in your panties.

*peaks head around corner* heeeyyy hey, sorry i disappeared for a while. i had a very interesting december and january has been just as busy

*nervous glance* what did you think of this pairing? very different from the other more innocent reader. i quite like her she's feisty. i'm sorry to the person who requested this if its not what you expected. did you want more plot? i can do that too if you want.

well, bye *waves*

the mentor pt 2 coming soon^^

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

Rin Okumura: NSFW Alphabet

A-Aftercare

After a night of 'the Devil's Tango," Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, drooling all over his pillow and sleeping like the dead, but that's just most of the time. If he manages to stay awake long enough, he probably loves pillow talk—telling each other how much you love each other and maybe complaining about his day and Yukio, who's up his ass more than usual. He's also always looking for a way to show off one of his only talents, 'cooking' so if you express any form of hunger before he falls asleep, he's quick to jump out of bed and prepare you a meal worthy of a Queen.

B-Body Part (On you & him) Rin honestly loves everything about you. Though if you ever asked him this, he'd probably think it was a trick question and get nervous and anxious, not being able to think of anything on the spot. Though if you clarify that it isn't a trick question and that you're just simply curious, he'll take the time to think about it before deciding on your face. Yeah, boobs are nice and all, but your face has your eyes that he loves staring into and that beautiful smile he loves to see.

On the other hand, when it comes down to what he loves about himself, for a lot of life, Rin thought he was nothing more than a violent monster, and when he was found out to be Satan's son, those insecurities just worsened. He's hated his hands for a long time; they seemingly brought violence everywhere he went. Yet, one day, when you held his hands without fear and commented on how much you loved them, he could swear he could die happily knowing that you loved something he despises so much. He likes his hands now, knowing that you love them

C-Cum (what he does with it & what it tastes like) Unfortunately, Rin does not like the invention of condoms; he complains that they don't feel personal enough, even though he's already balls deep inside you. He won't wear them willingly; you have to practically force him into one, but he won't cum in you. He knows you have a life and doesn't want you to be stuck carrying Satan's grandchild, especially while you're still in school. He'll pull out and cum all over your ass; the sight sends a shiver down his spine every time, but there has been an accident or two where he has cum inside you to riled up to realize he was cusping orgasm. His awkward chuckle and the rubbing on his back of his neck almost makes your anger go away…almost.

His cum is not necessarily bad either. In fact, it's as enjoyable as it can get swallowing down seed. He has a healthy diet and makes his own meals, staying away from the artificial stuff. The only notable difference is that it's a lot warmer than others, even cusping the phrase 'hot'. Also, there's a ton of it, like it should actually be illegal to spew as much cum as he does.

D-Dirty Secret (Does he have own) Rin is probably a slight hypocrite—just a slight one. He teases and joshes Shima for saying and doing perverted things about women, proclaiming that he's too much of a' studly womanizer, but he has definitely jacked off to a pair of your panties before. How he got his hands on them is a mystery, but he's taking this secret to the grave unless his big, fat mouth spills it while he's blabbering on and on.

E-Experience

Despite Rin's attractive, boyish features and the talents of a professional chef, he has no experience. He gets no play, has never gone on a date, no bitches, nothing. Not only does his unnatural temper and strength scare away lots of girls, and most people aren't lined around the corner to date the son of Satan himself, especially due to his blue pyrokinesis that he's still trying to learn to control.

F-Favorite Position Rin's favorite positions are anything that allows him to see your face; if he can't see your face, then he's a bit huffy and fussy. "Missionary," though a little plain, always gets him shooting blanks like no other. What can he say? He loves the intimacy. Though he's also not against holding you up against the wall with ease due to his demonic strength and fucking your brains out as you go limp in his hold.

G-goofy

Rin hates silence along with sitting still; it's almost like he's allergic to it. If it goes quiet for more than 2 minutes, his leg starts bouncing, he starts getting fidgety, and he overall becomes fussy and annoying. That being said, he hates sex that is silent because, in his mind, when someone is silent towards him, they're mad at him or they don't want to be around him, two things he dislikes very much. So he makes it his personal mission to ensure you're always having a good time when you're in bed together. Your laughter from any slip-ups that may occur makes it all worth it, and he'd embarrass himself to the end of time just to hear those giggles once more.

H-Hair Before getting into a relationship with you, Rin never bothers to shave down there unless it's actually starting to bother him. He didn't think he'd be getting a blowjob on a random Friday night, so why bother? But now that you've entered his life, he takes a step back, realizing how unappealing spitting out pubes mid-sex can be and making it a practice to keep himself clean down there.

I-intimacy Rin definitely loves intimacy and being romantic with someone, even if he sometimes makes 'alpha male' jokes with friends (Shima) about how it's lame; he's a deep sucker for all the mushy mushy. Every day he wants to spoil you with gifts for staying by his side even when his brother didn't, but there's not much a broke high school student can buy as this rich preppy school, so he makes it up to you in other ways. By making you lunch, rubbing your back, ensuring your hands stay interlocked the entire time he fucks you into his mattress in mating press, leaving sloppy shuddering kisses down your spine as he fucks you doggystyle, and making you cum over and over by means of his mouth and hands (which he's surprisingly good at, not to brag about it).

J-Jerk Despite being raised in a church and having the most talented, unshakable-faithful priest as a father figure, Rin beat his dick like no other. There's not much privacy in the church, so he had to ensure absolute silence unless he wanted everyone teasing him in the morning at breakfast, but jacking off always helped reel in his uncontrollable temper. He's an ex-wire now, and honestly, he's always just a bit too tired to think about touching himself, and besides, he has you now. But if you're even not in the mood when he's desperate, he will resort to his primitive ways with a tight grip around his length and moaning to and grunting to his hearts content now that he's lives basically alone in the abandoned dorms (excluding his brother and maybe you).

K-kink Rin definitely has a food play kink; he loves eating, and he loves you. Combining his two favorite things together is a recipe for success. He'll hide it under the guise of baking something together, all shy and jittery while trying to be smooth like usual, but it ends with your chest covered in his spit and the residue stickiness of honey and chocolate blubbering about how much he loves you. Also, he has a super huge praise kink when you tell him just how good he did at something; he thinks his heart will fall out of his chest and his dick might burst out of his pants. He brushes off your comments dismissively at first about how it was no big deal for him, but if you compliment while in his demon form, his tail will wag like a little puppy, and you'll see it since he never tucks it in.

L-location Despite Rin's sporadic and energetic behavior, he knows when reckless things are just a bit too reckless, and this is one of them. Getting caught fucking you in mid-public would definitely paint him in a more perverted light than Shima, and having to explain what's going on while you're both trying to cover up is more than enough to keep the lovemaking to the safety of your room, but if you're pushy enough, you can persuade him into a bathroom stall or even a storage closet. What can he say? He can't deny you.

M-motivation Seeing you in your Cram school uniform, the shorter the skirt and the tighter the shirt, the better. He also likes to see you kick demon ass, your biggest hype man, and when you're both done, he pulls you away with him already knowing what he wants to do to celebrate.

N-no (what he won't do) He won't use his flames on you or have anything to do with his demonic powers. He is quite literally terrified of hurting you with something he possesses, and he even has nightmares about you hating him and being engulfed in flames, screaming, and crying. He's also iffy with threesomes; he's kind of possessive, even if he won't say it, and if you wanted one with Suguru ("Bon"), he thinks he could burn his classmate to ash as he's already unsheathing his sword.

O-oral Rin loves both equally; he's never going to be one to turn down a blowjob, but giving to you has just the slightest tip over the edge. Hearing you moan and squirm his name as he holds your hips down with his effortless strength, your squeals and cries light a fire in him that doesn't hurt anyone (except for maybe you when you're overstimulated by belief).

P-pace Rin's pace is usually sloppy and quick; he knows he should slow down and take his time with you, but time isn't on both of your hands. The threat of Yukio coming into their shared room is always looming, and besides, you haven't complained through any of your orgasms yet. Yet, on days he knows he has you all to himself with no worry about Yuki appearing, he takes you nice and slow to show you his appreciation.

Q-Quickies Rin is a big, big fan of the art of a quickie. Sometimes schoolwork is a lot, and along with the additional pressure of Exorcist training and grueling mission hours that leave you both exhausted, there isn't a lot of time to take you to bed, peel off your clothes slowly, and really go to town with the foreplay. He prefers if you suggest them, so he doesn't seem pushy, but if you agree to one, no matter who asks first, he'll take you to the abandoned dorm male dormitory and do you in against the wall in the first room he sees, maybe even in the hallway if he's really restless.

R-risk Rin isn't always into into risks despite his volatile and reckless nature, it really depends what the bad outcome of the risk could be. So if it's anything that potentially lets anyone beside his friends at the Cram school know he's the son of Satan let's just say he's wont be jumping with enthusiasm like he usually does.

S-stamina Rin stamina depends on his emotions largely, if he's in his normal human-goofy self he gets like two maybe three rounds in before he's out for the count and 5 seconds away before passing out on your boobs, if he's in his demonic form snarling and growling like a wild beast his stamins and endurance are unlimited and you could do 7 rounds pass out three times, voice hoarse, sheets soaking wet with sweat cum and he's still ready for another round.

T-time

Rin's round last maybe 10-15 minutes at a time of just one of your normal fucks, not including the foreplay. Foreplay included could stretch the session up to 20-30 minutes of total time, and for the scenario of quickies he can bust his load in 5-8 minutes tops.

U-unfair Occasionally Rin will tease but it's mostly likely not done on purpose and it's with his words and not his action. Sometime he's just says the cheesiest thing ever that'll make you all shy and flustered and he'll stand there confused but smirking nonetheless assuming his his lighthearted compliments swayed your hearts. Now when you tease him Rin melts into the floor: when you tug him along like a little puppy away from his friends to show him something or touch dangerously close to this crotch as you two sit side by side his eyes turn into his hearts and his mouth goes dry as he tries not to get a boner.

V-volume Rin is moderately loud when he's on top of you and his words dirty talk consists of lots of profanities (little potty mouth), groans and sweet nothings as he fucks into you gummy walls, but when he's on the bottom with your weight on his lap you better believe he's whimpering and moaning like a dog in heat as you ride him deeper into submission.

W-weird fact Like mentioned in the anime and demonstrated many times, grabbing and touching Rin's tail makes him basically paralyzed. So while not really unknown, it is weird how something so simple can render him so defenseless to all your perverted whims. Whenever you do it and give him a knowing smile crawling near him, he only whispers out an anxious "Be gentle" with his voice cracking and his face beet red.

X-ray Rin isn't big, but he's isn't small either he's like the perfect size. He's a grower definitely about 3 inches when he's soft; but it doubles to about 6.4 inches when he's hard, maybe 6.8 if he's rock solid with arousal. His tip is blushes red like crazy when he's needy and he leaks like a broken faucet. His balls are cute and very squishy and they don't hang to low either. It's perfect just like him.

Y-yearning On a scale of 1–10, Rin lands about a 6.5, maybe a 6.8 if it's been a rough week. It's not always on his mind, like a perverted deviant, but staring at you for too long, or more specifically, the swell of your skirt or your breasts within your blouse, can definitely cause stray thoughts to appear. What can he say—he's a hormonal teenager?

Z-zzz Like mentioned in 'Aftercare' (A), Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, and when he does, there's no point in trying to wake him up. He's basically a drooling, snoring corpse, but you do notice that his tail instinctively wraps around your leg and ankle to keep you from getting very far away from him, even in his sleep.

[beatleszeppelin]

Kidnapped With Bucky

Chapter 2: Awoken by Nightmares

Summary: This chapter starts with Bucky in bed, sleeping peacefully. Doesn't last too long though, obviously. He finds solace in Reader after a nightmare that leaves him shaking; they talk and she offers for him to share the bed, but...

Warnings/Includes: Nightmares, subtle body dysmorphia, scratching at skin, mild panic attack, and a disappearance (dun dun duh)

Word count: 1800

A/N: Hope you like, and I hope you stay til the end, cause we are just picking up. Prev chapter: Wet Hot Shower

Bucky's room is warm, and it's like trying to sleep in the middle of summer. He sleeps next to his bed on a duvet with a light pilly blanket on top. It doesn't cover his feet. He doesn't mind; he'd wake up roasting every day if it did.

His pillow is comfortable, however. The only comfortable thing he has in his room. It's navy blue, the same shade as his childhood cowboy sheets. 

Bucky is asleep, face smushed into that navy pillow, his hands curled up next to his face. Breathing softly. He looks peaceful; looks is the key word here. 

He dreams, however, of people he once knew leaving him and getting hurt just out of reach.

His eyes open groggily, and he shakes where he lies. Slowly, he closes his eyes as if trying to fall back asleep, but when he closes his eyes, he sees it all again. This time, he sees more, some real and some not.

Bucky sits up fast and grapples with his clothes. His boxer briefs are twisted to the side, and his thermal henley is too big, suffocating him as it stretches far past his hands. He looks like a child… he feels like a child. 

The clock shines at 3:40 am, and he needs to go back to sleep. Everything gets harder to control when he doesn't get sleep. It becomes impossible for him to handle the bright lights or hunger. He becomes physically unable to smile through Stark's incessant comments about him being the bad guy or being a baby, and even the comments about Steve being a golden boy get to him more. And lastly, Steve. Steve doesn't talk to him like a person anymore. They don't do any of the things they used to do when they were little. And harder and harder it becomes to not break down in tears when treated unlike an equal to the person he's always been there for. 

He can't even control his own body right now, shaking in his sheets. His knees tuck into his chest, and he scrunches his nose up as if to sob… but he's too tired to manage tears. So, he lays down.

He can't stop the shaking. He isn't cold; he's pretty hot, actually. Sweating and red. Either way, the shivering that rattles his teeth won't stop. He rolls up his sleeves to combat the heat, but his cool metal arm catches his eye, making him cover it back up with the oversized shirt.

His room is far too quiet, with no sound except the occasional settling of the new building that makes him jump.

3 o'clock ticks by without any sleep progress. This is the third night he couldn't find enough hours of rest, and he has already sobbed like a baby in the shower because of it. He can't imagine what will happen after another waking night. So, he squeezes his eyes shut until he sees stars.

What if he can't sleep? What if he can't control his crying or his anger? What if no one can trust him? He already can't trust himself.

Bucky stands up, not even thinking about what he is doing. He needs help. He wants someone to watch him sleep when he's too scared to be alone. Or at least give him some noise to sleep to, T.V., or breathing to drown out his thoughts.

He opens his door and paces down the hall; he doesn't thoroughly think it through, knocking on Reader's door every so slightly. Just two small taps with his flesh hand.

No answer.

He immediately regrets the gesture. Deciding to go to the kitchen and, grab some water and maybe try to sleep again. So, he gets a bottle with a twist cap. He fills it to the brim. Loudly slurps water from the top before closing it tightly and reluctantly returning to his room. 

Walking by, he sees the dent he'd made in the wall. The chair tucked neatly under the table like nothing had happened. He's willing to bet it was Steve.

Ever since he came back, or maybe since Steve got big, got the serum, it hasn't been like it used to be. Bucky used to be the big one. Bucky used to help Steve fight when he stood up for people he didn't know. He helped Steve with his homework when he was out sick. Hell, Bucky used to sit at his bedside praying he'd get better 'til his knees were black and blue. Steve didn't know that. Been almost a hundred fucking years since they were those kids, though, and Bucky hasn't felt big in nearly as long. 

The last time he helped Steve was because he almost killed him in the first place. He wouldn't have to pull him out of the water if he wasn't the one hitting him with his inhuman arm. 

Bucky tucked his hand into his shirt and scratched at the seam where metal hit his skin. 

He finished his water, refilled it, and returned to his room. His piteous padding filled the hall. He passed Reader's room and thought about knocking again; instead, he cursed himself for trying to ruin her sleep in the first place just because he was awake.

"Buck?" Reader spoke with full volume from right behind him.

He yelped and threw his water. Thankfully, it was closed, but the sloshing sounded as it rolled across the hall floor. 

She looked down at what had fallen; by the time her gaze was back on Bucky, he was curled in on himself, body pressed tightly against the wall, like a child clinging to his mother. "What's wrong," she asked, bending to get his water. 

He didn't hear her at first, his body rattling, and his eyes were fixed on the floor. "I don't…" he whispered, moving his head up to look at her, but his eyes were still zoned out. He finally broke the lack of contact when he looked at her and said, "had a bad dream."

"Did you need me when you knocked earlier?"

His ears got hot when she mentioned it, "I don't know what I needed," and his eyes welled up with the reply.

"I'm gonna touch your hand, okay?" He reached out with his flesh hand. And she held it gently. "Do you want me to take you back to your room? Or we could talk for a while? Or should we go to my room?"

"Yeah," he nodded, seeming out of his daze.

"Here's your water." She handed back the blue bottle and led him through the dark hallway. 

Bucky stood in the doorway, bordering in the dark and light of the glittering fairy lights that bordered her ceiling, just sipping his water. He stood in awe of the lights, looking slightly confused.

A second passed, "looks a lot nicer than my room," he said.

"Yeah?" She sank into her bed, covered with a fuzzy yellow blanket.

"My room's dark," he whispered.

Reader patted up by her pillows, "You can come sit if you want."

He forced his face into an awkward smile.

"I like your outfit," she smiled, "I don't think I have ever seen you in pajamas before." She pointed up and down at his too-big henley and peek of boxer briefs from underneath. "You almost look comfortable," she chortled.

He looked down to see the same thing she did… one of his socks was scrunched up, opposite to the one rolled sleeve. 

"Are you hot? Do you need the fan on?"

He leaned on the door frame, "No, I don't need anything…"

She hit a button and turned on the oscillating fan; it had a pleasant hum.

"I need to get me one of those. My room's too quiet."

"Too dark, too quiet; sounds like you're living in a fucking cell." Her smile faded when she saw Bucky's face. The warm glow of the lights bounced off of his red face. "... Sorry."

"'S true." He hung his head.

The tone had shifted, leading her to her next question, "Can I ask what the dream was about? You can say no."

He ran his hand through his hair, "It was nothing. I mean, it's not real, just someone I knew. An old friend got taken by a man. They were speaking Russian tonight, but that changes from night to night. She was so close, and then gone…"

"Just a dream." She held her arms out as an invitation, to which he accepted.

"Never feels like it," he closed the gap between them. "I don't know how to be more helpful." His head dropped onto her shoulder. She could tell it was out of exhaustion.

Reader ran her hand up and down his arm, feeling the cool metal under his shirt. "You just need to sleep."

"What will that do for anyone," Bucky asked groggily.

"It would help you. If you start by helping yourself and feeling better, maybe you could start helping others. I'm sure it'd help Steve a fuck ton not having to worry about you every time you left the room."

"I always tell him I'm fine." Bucky's weight was now being fully supported by Reader.

"Do you believe that?"

He tentatively shook his head.

"I promise, one night of sleep will make a world of difference." She readjusted, but he pulled his head back. "You can sleep here if you want," she said softly. "My bed pulls out into a trundle, and you're gonna love it. It's hard as a rock, just how you're used to."

He smiled.

"Go get whatever you need, like a pillow or blanket or whatever you have." She shooed him out. She knelt to pull out of the bed, and he lingered for a while before returning to the pitch-black hallway, where she no longer saw him. 

She pulled out the bed and cleaned some stuff off the floor, like a project she had been working on earlier, and some clothes that weren't quite dirty yet. Then she sat back on her bed.

His water bottle lay on its side next to her, waves forming every time she moved.

Bucky has been gone for a while now; his room is only two doors down. She starts to think maybe he just went back and fell asleep on his own. That would be great.

But maybe he needs his water.

She takes his water out to his room. She doesn't want to bother him, but his door is open. Reader looks in and sees his floor bed unmade. His navy pillow, which he loves so much, is now thrown across the room by his closet.

She started walking back, past where she'd seen him in the first place. But Bucky's gone.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Vampire Eddie Munson x Reader 🦇

Lil fic I wrote last night, will maybe turn this I to a full fic, idk.

Eddie adjusts to being a vampire, he also finds a rarity in the supernatural world. His soulmate. You.

Minors dni. 18+, implied smut. Soulmate au

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work

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Eddie tries to adjust to being a vampire as well as he can. The ability to turn into a bat isn't something he is jumping for joy about.

The little fuckers were the reason he was a vampire in the first place.

The fact he can't go out during the day takes effort in getting used to, no Hellfire or Band practice, sitting in a darkened room until the sun went down wasn't something he could just snap into.

The worst part of all was the cravings for blood, the first few weeks when he woke in that private government hospital, his throat parched and his insides aching with hunger he nearly tore the room apart to satisfy his cravings for blood.

The fact he was a vampire terrified him, at first he couldn't wrap his head around it. This was stuff of stories right?

Bad enough fucking one-dimensional monsters exist but vampires? It blew his mind.

Slowly through the help of blood bags he gained control over his cravings. Well, the use of blood bags and the ability to take blood from humans occasionally.

He'd use his power to make the humans dazed during the feeding, then forget straight after.

It wasn't exactly easy to explain to his friends and Uncle Wayne or Jim Hopper how he curbed his cravings.

They were having time adjusting to him being like this too. Not so much his little sheeples but Jeff and Gareth, they didn't understand why he could only see them at night.

One of the people who did understand was you and on a particular night, a rare night when his cravings were a little intense you had offered some of your blood to keep the bloodlust down.

Eddie had heard about vampires finding blood that tasted unlike any other, of vampires bonding with those they fed from.

It was a rarity but it happened. Eddie had been a vampire for a while now and hadent felt any of that yet.

Until he tasted your blood, until your hands tangled in his hair and little moans left your mouth.

It felt like he was in Nirvana or some shit, everything felt heightened, your body flush against him sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

It was erotic and intense and Eddie found himself craving not only your blood but you.

He wanted to kiss and taste every inch of you

The first time your desire for each other over whelmed the both of you, Eddie had never came so hard his life, the way you clenched around him, sending spasms of pleasure through his cock.

The first time Eddie came, his eyes turned black and he sunk his teeth into your throat. You almost blacked out from how good the orgasm felt, how he was buried inside you balls deep and high on the taste of you.

It was just sex you both told yourself, sex and blood for Eddie... Yet Eddie grew protective over you, your feelings grew deeper.

The bond between you two deepened in a lot of ways, you could communicate telepathically.

Your emotions became intuned with each other, Eddie hated anybody hurting you or causing you upset.

Hated when others looked at you like you were a piece of meat, like they deserved to be in your presence. You were his and he had no problem with using his intimidating reputation to scare assholes away from you.

Well that and a flash of his fangs helped too ;)

You were his and he didn't like to share.

A vampire in love, it was poetic or some shit wasn't it? A rare twist of fate according to the research that Nancy did.

You were his mate, his soulmate and he was yours and he had no intention of ever letting you go.

💕

[animeyanderelover]

Can I request a yandere HxH main 4 having a darling who's turn into a demon nezuko from demon slayer and they wanted to turn there darling into a human again

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, delusions, paranoia, overprotective behavior, isolation, abduction

Darling is turned into a demon

Gon Freecss

🎣He bursts out in tears when he comes to visit you only to find your motionless body covered in blood, barely alive. The first thing he has to do is get you to a doctor! That's the only thing on his mind as he picks you up and wants to dash to the next hospital, the next doctor, anywhere where someone can help you! His emotions muddle his brain and his rational thinking as he doesn't notice the strange aura around you, not until you wake up. Initially he's relieved when you regain your consciousness, until he takes one good look at your face, precisely your eyes. Gon has grown up spending most of his time in a forest, the glowing eyes looking back at him remind him of a wild and hungry animal, sharp canine glistening with your salvia. That's when it clicks in his mind and is the reason your teeth only scratch his skin, the red blood flowing out of the minor wound causing you to go crazy. Only when he holds you back and calls out to you do you come back to your senses, the tears in your eyes breaking him.

🎣Gon tries his best to go about his day with you as mundane as he can, even if only to soothe you who is scared. He goes even more delusional as a way to cope as he soothes you, tells you that you're still the same (y/n) and that he will find a solution. Yet he contradicts himself more than just once. You're kept away from people as much as possible although you with your hunger for human flesh you do your best to do so yourself. Gon on the other hand is terrified that if others were to find out about you, they would try to kill you. Sometimes your determination to avoid humans waver though although simultanously you get depressed because you know that they would fear you. In such moments Gon tries to comfort you, tells you that they just don't know you. If he knows that you're immune to sunlight, he would still try to take you out as much as possible though, even if you're always kept close. He's smart enough to know that he needs an exorcist to help you.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀A short moment where he didn't keep an eye on you and in the next he finds out that you were attacked, the culprit gone. They can run as much as they want to though, Killua will still find them. His darling takes priority though and differently from Gon, Killua notices that something seems and feels off. Your whole place is drenched in lingering and odd Nen, traces of it he can even sense on you. You're still alive and weren't killed either which raises Killua's suspicion. Instead of taking you to a hospital, he takes you with him and surely that proves to be the right decision when you awake and try at first to tear your teeth into his biceps. If it would have been any normal person, you would have killed them with your increased strength but Killua isn't any person. He can't bring himself to hurt you though, instead keeps on pleading desperately for you to snap out of it as he holds you down. There's only minor comfort when realization flashes in front of your eyes before he knocks you out again.

🪀Killua never leaves you alone anymore from that moment on as he blames himself heavily for the fate that has befallen you. You've lost your humanity, are afraid of the sun and crave human flesh at times although you do your best to control your urges. Your obsessed boyfriend never fears you, he's the bigger monster between the two of you and has killed far more than you ever will after all. What breaks his heart is the way you clearly are disgusted by yourself though, barely speak anymore or show your face which only awakes more urgency inside of him to help you. He's relentless in his chase after the person who transformed you into a demon as their fate is essentially either going to be death or helping you and then dying. They will meet an early demise no matter what for what they have done is something the assassin can never forgive. The same counts for everyone who, despite all odds, still finds out about you and tries to hurt you. They will be immediately silenced.

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️This one singular event in the earliest spam of Kurapika's obsession is the very thing that fuels his overprotective paranoia and leads his feelings down into the dark abyss. The primal fear to lose anyone he loves again has Kurapika entering a paranoid frenzy when he finds you lying in a puddle of your own blood, clinging onto your life. His eyes are burning red, tears are staining his cheeks and his chest hurts as he has troubles breathing. He suffers from an emotional meltdown, too terrified to even bring you to a doctor as the one who attacked you not only got away but is unknown to him either. His initial emotional overload keeps him from noticing the first signs about you as the only thing replaying in his mind in that moment is taking you, keeping you, protecting you. When you go out of control and nearly tear a chunk of flesh out of his shoulder, Kurapika sees himself forced to tie you up. He stays with you the entire time though, trying to reach you until you finally regain your senses.

⛓️You might have noticed the cracks inside of him before already but now Kurapika is completely broken. You're isolated and kept inside his house the entire time and he stays with you the entire time. You're freed from the ropes after a while though, after he is somewhat convinced that you won't try to run away from him or attack him but even then he always accompanies you. He's incredibly paranoid that someone will find out what happened to you and attempt to hurt you which is why he will silence anyone who might find out as his fear has him turning deranged. He will tell you the very same thing if you ever start missing socializing with others as he essentially drills the belief inside of you that they might try to kill you and that he's the only one who can help you and protect you from others and yourself now. He has to find an exorcist as soon as possible to return you to your human self, a goal that becomes nearly if not as important as hunting down the Phantom Troupe for Kurapika now.

Leorio Paradinight

🧳Leorio with his advanced medical knowledge would be the first one to do a checkup on you as soon as he finds out that you were assaulted and left wounded. So even if he might not be as sharp as his friends when it comes to detecting subtle changes in Nen, your anatomy and circadian rhythm and the change in it will give you away. He gets hurt as soon as you start attacking him though as he can't bring himself to manhandle you in any way, even if it's to defend himself in that very moment. The guilt is too heavy for that as he starts crying and attempting to get through you, unable to believe that you're fully gone now. You leave deep scratches on his skin, tear his clothes apart yet he doesn't do anything. Mere moments that are without a doubt a few of the most terrifying ones in his entire life because he was afraid to find out that you were completely gone end with you regaining your sense and starting to cry when you see what you have done, Leorio crying with you.

🧳His abduction is the least forceful because Leorio is going to be the most gentle about it. Yes, he is still traumatized and very much paranoid about the situation now but he tries to respect your own feelings more than the others do who prioritize what they believe is best for you. You're the one who is affected so Leorio tries to find ways to protect you and help you whilst still trying to give you as much support and happiness as he can. Considering that he's training to be a doctor, he would probably be quite good to draw conclusions out of the hints and the information he gets and find out more or less accurately what has changed on you. He attempts to do his best to cheer you up as much as he can because seeing you so utterly distraught breaks his heart. He knows that he can't help you though so he starts searching for an exorcist with the help of his status as a Hunter. He doesn't care how much money it might cost him, he will find a way to return you.

[aj-ixsstuff]

Mafia Price

Have I ever played cod mw before? No. Will I still write for the fandom? Yes, yes I will.

You were only meant to be his daughter's nanny. But it turned out to be so much more then that.

He told you the very night you took the job that he was dangerous but you never believed him. He was so kind to you, so attentive and thoughtful. How could he ever dream of hurting anybody?

After a few weeks of working, you finally saw it. You'd just put Lily to sleep and planned on sitting down and catching up on tv before mr Price came back. However, you were interrupted by the bloodied man stood in the living room.

Once he caught sight of you, his eyes softened. Cleaning the dried blood off his hands, he stepped closer to you, cupping your face.

On impulse, you stepped back. He seemed visibly hurt by your reaction. He never wanted you to be scared of him.

Instead he held his hand out. "Come sit, Doll"

Upon taking it, he led you to the sofa. Still holding your hand, he faced you.

"I told you I was dangerous, love. There's people out there who want me dead, to hurt the people I love to make me suffer. I can't let you go home alone anymore."

You were confused. "I'm sure you could find someone else to nanny Lily if I die. She's still young after all."

He looked deep into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

"Darling, it's not just Lily. I couldn't lose you."

His confession flustered you. Turning red and shifting slightly to avoid his intense gaze.

He cupped your jaw, turning you back to face him. He was handsome, refined, intelligent. His large and built frame, soft and hypnotic eyes, shaped and pristine beard. Everything in you was screaming. Deep down you harboured feelings for him. But he was your boss, a mafia lord. You never could've imagined him feeling the same way about you.

"Doll... come back to me."

His voice knocked you out of your trance. God knows how long you were staring.

"You understand why I can't let you go home alone anymore, don't you?"

All you could do is nod dumbly. You didn't trust your voice.

"Excellent. Go upstairs, you know which ones mine. Get yourself settled."

"Where will you sleep? And what about my things?"

"We can go collect your things tomorrow." Putting his hand on your lower back, steering you towards the stairs. "Lets get you settled and I need change into something with a little less blood." Chuckling lightly.

You let yourself be led towards Prices bedroom. Still light-headed from the shocking revelations you've been told.

You enter the room, immediately inhaling the scent. Just like Price. The room was large, lived-in but still tidy.

Grabbing two sets of fresh clothing, Price hands you a shirt and a pair of boxers. His clothes. Before heading to the ensuit to change himself.

Once out of view, you bring the shirt to your nose, vanilla and sandalwood. Comforting, safe yet authoritative. You could get use to this.

Stepping out of the ensuite, you took in the large and very shirtless man. He was well groomed and sculpted in all the right places.

"Hey, Doll." Again, dragging you back to the real world with his deep and gravely voice. "Go get changed."

You stood, his bed was comfortable. "But Mr Price-"

"John. Call me John, Love. Get dressed now, questions later." He pulled you into a hug by the arms, pressing his lips to your forehead in a feather-light kiss.

As you were changing, you thought to yourself. This man is dangerous. He has an army of men under his control and he kills to satisfy his hunger for power. But that's Mr Price. John is caring, loving, attentive.

As you exit, you see him laid on the bed. He looked so relaxed, peaceful. Upon hearing you, he got up and ushered you under the covers. You went without argument, feeling exhausted after the days events.

He turned to leave but didn't get far before you called out to him.

"Stay?"

"Always."

He hopped into the bed next to you, you curled up to him, resting your cheek to his chest. You felt safe in his arms. Protected. He would make sure no harm would ever come to you. He would burn the world down to see you smile.

[brucewaynehater101]

man, my *pressing ask only to go wait holy shit!!* is getting out of hand

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Ranger and DigiDestinedhood hammers home to the team that as good as saving people is, secret identities are a paaain, but a nessecery pain

But they would never trade it for the world

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Tim arguably has it easier than everyone else when it comes to identity shenanigans. He has no powers, and thus no expectation to become a hero himself.

Inheriting Drake Industries and maintaining it will be a chore. However, if he plays his cards right, he can get digimon on his playrole to act in his stead when he can get away with remote work

The company still has motives to profit, but when it comes to it's non-profit organization and welfare departments? Policies to keep them at top quality are aggresively enforced.

It will also heavily invest in technology, particulary regarding the internet in ways that benefit his team's mission and the digital world

A good percentage of remote workers aren't even physical, but nobody except seven needs to know that

Plus Drake Industries will grow like never before. He can spout loads of bullshit to the press as to how but his team knows the truth

The Digital World and his Digital employees

The Batfamily are the main source of his worries, but he's got things under control

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What Tim doesn't have to worry about is passing for (wholly) human. Becoming a Power Ranger of the Digivision negated his 100% human percentage, but minus some scares and precautions here and there, nobody will realize he's an unordinary human boy

He can provide support and even ways to help them hide their more extraordinary traits, employ Digimon support, but there's only so much he can do

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Thorn can't help being frightened whenever Luthor is their foe, when Superman is front of him congragulating on a job well done

When Superman questions his frozen still state, he just says that he's a huge fan and can never believe it when he sees the super

"But I understand that I should see the man under the cape, not just the symbol, and I'll do my best to do so."

And he thought just seeing them on the screen or in the distance was bad

It's a frightening, but easy to take of the kryptonite when in Ranger form, and his friends and people are in danger, and embrace his powers to save the day, clumsy as he is at it

It's going to be a long time coming when he stops wearing kryptonite under his clothes, in his pockets outside of training, no matter how much better his body feels without it, and let himself be witness to so much agony in his civillian life

When Superman asks Data Ranger is also a Kryptonian?

When Superman stares down Thorn with both of them knowing full well they know that the other knows that they know?

"You're my clone"

Thorn can taste his death through the very kryptonite he's indulged a life's comfort in. Compared to what's more likely?

He'd much prefer that

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Speedster metabolism is a straight up liability when you're trying to keep yourself secret

Bart wasn't pretending he didn't exist persay, just one of the more instrumental parts of himself

The Flash family was sniffing around since news about the Vaccine Ranger and the speed force first popped up. Please stay away thank you. And thank you Batman paranoia!

Sucked how the most crash parts of his life circled around to being mode--- oh hey his favorite store just opened!

Bart had to be very, very careful not to speed. Which was utterly mode in his books but it's crash in the long run

Tl;Dr?---he liked this time and world's slang---Tim is having him and Thorn live at his place since they're homeless otherwise, and the press sucks! But living with Tim comes with a rad allowance he can spend on all the food and snacks he wants

Tim was working on getting revolutionary food preservation tech and other tech and GMOs made so Bart would never want for anything that satiated his hunger and taste buds again

but for now he'd have to settle for shopping

"How many parties are you buying for?" the cashier asked

"I've made it a career," he jested

And if he used the speedforce to give him a tip of bills adding up to hundred with a note of "keep the change :D --signed party boy"?

Sue him, Gotham was mode!---No offense Tim---people needed all the help they could get here

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Cassie arguably has it harder than the rest of her team from a certain view

What's stopping Zues or anybody else affiliated with him in anyway from flying down from the heavens and declaring her own divinity for everyone to hear?

What's keeping her from being forced into a spotlight or duties at the wave of a hand?

Pouring through texts for anything---anything!---that could conceal demigodhood, she mentally noted down anything that boosted luck as well. Knowing anything, she'll need it

She looked up to see that the digimon helping her were barely making more progress than her

So much for the ✨Age of Information!✨ she thought

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Tl;Dr --- The Digital Division don't want their civillian identities compromised because it could compromise their allies

And they aren't to inclined to willingly share their identities to anybody outside of the Digital Division

If they manage to not compromise their allies, the prospect of being forced into another superheroism identity and thus be forced to juggle three secrety identities is something they don't want

Also rip Thorn with his unreliable narration. Lies and mental illness are a bitch!

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Hey maybe the team expands the Digital Division to have its own social worker department of sorts aimed at helping the community

Maybe it's the start of the digital world and real world coming together as one, or maybe a different approach is taken

One must wonder the public and real world's reaction to the existence of the digital world

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Also Bart and Terriermon would probably use a bunch of Digital World slang in the future addition to real world future slang, where as the present Digital World uses their own terms, another way of displaying their displacement in time

Also Tim would probably have Bart and Thorn stay at the Drake Manor since they're a bit homeless and maybe he arranges Helena and his parents to meet if they haven't already so Cassie can have an excuse to come and stay over whenever

Thorn and Bart staying at Tim's place is great! I like the addition here of the Digital Division kind of treating other heroes as pests. They are basically trying to shoo away anyone who's trying to figure out their identity.

I bet Batman is going nuts. He can't really track/follow them into and out of the digital world. Maybe he tries to get Oracle to help? Wonder how that would go.

I'm also vibing with the digital employees and Tim continuing to be the CEO for D.I.

Overall, the concept is cool as hell!

[poppystain]

𝐼𝐓'𝐒 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝑇𝐎 𝑁𝐎𝐓 𝐵𝐄 𝑂𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 )  tv  drama  series   /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ in all my fairy tales, the witch is always the one that's pretty. ❜

❛ who told you all princesses are kind and pretty? ❜

❛ she hates everyone apart from herself. ❜

❛ who cares about destiny? if someone shows up when you need them, you call that destiny. ❜

❛ my father's soul is dead, but he's physically alive like a zombie. ❜

❛ don't forget any of it. remember it all and overcome it. if you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows ❜

❛ you remind me of someone i used to know. a woman whose eyes completely lacked warmth. ❜

❛ i want you to be my safety pin. keep me under control so i won't explode. ❜

❛ there's something we always say to patients who recover. "hope i never see you again." ❜

❛ you're not avoiding me. you're just running away because you're scared. coward.❜

❛ but today, for the first time, i suddenly thought maybe i was just running away because i wanted to. ❜

❛ you see, when life is unbearably hard the easiest way out is to run. ❜

❛ some things can't be torn apart no matter how hard you try to do so. ❜

❛ how can you define a relationship in just one word? every encounter we've had was awfully dramatic, being an inch away from death. ❜

❛ every moment we crossed paths, we surprised each other. if such coincidences, one after another, somehow led us here, how would you define our relationship? ❜

❛ it'd be such a cliche to say that we're destined for each other. ❜

❛ i hope you read a lot of fairy tales and wake up from your dreams ❜

❛ don't look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. look down at your feet that are stuck in a filthy sewer, accept your reality. ❜

❛ do children have to be useful to their parents? ❜

❛ what do you think i really wanted, satiating my hunger or feeling someone's warmth? warmth—this is what i truly wanted. i didn't want to be just fed. ❜

❛ your lies carry a sense of sincerity. it makes me want to believe them. ❜

❛ it's fine even if it's fake. putting on a smile isn't so hard to do. ❜

❛ is everything yours once you set your eyes on it? if you can't make it yours, you would even destroy it to get your hands on it. ❜

❛ you call that love? that's just obsession and greed. ❜

❛ don't bother wasting your emotions on me. i don't deserve any of that. ❜

❛ i'm sorry for running away when i was the one who liked you first.i regretted it the moment i turned away. ❜

❛ i'm done with being someone who is needed by others. ❜

❛ but the heart is a liar. it stays quiet even when it's hurting. ❜

❛ if you want to be fashionable, you must be uncomfortable and stubborn. ❜

❛ "get lost." do you know how many times you've said that to me? ❜

❛ last night, it sounded like you were begging me not to leave. ❜

❛ last time i ran away, but today i thought i should stay with you. ❜

❛ i think that's why we're meant to be. you're patient and i'm volatile. ❜

❛ like a bomb and its safety pin, we go hand in hand. we're meant to be together. ❜

❛ i feel like you're taming me. ❜

❛ i keep doing things i wouldn't normally do because of you. ❜

❛ he doesn't have anything to offer. i must've thought i could be the one to fill up his empty life. ❜

❛ she has the face of an angel, but there lives a demon inside. ❜

❛ if you keep a secret to yourself, you end up getting frustrated. you need to tell someone in order to relieve your stress. ❜

❛ your rationality can never win against your desires. ❜

❛ she's very lonely, but she doesn't want anyone to know that so she pushes people away. ❜

❛ i told you that i can no longer hold myself back. i guess i can't run away anymore.❜

❛ i dreamed the impossible dream. i should've known my place. ❜

❛ you were like a firecracker to me. a one-time event. i had my fun, so it's time for you to get out of my life. ❜

❛ i'm not a firecracker. i'm a bomb! i don't disappear once i explode. i blow up and kill everyone! ❜

❛ you're not taking me away from him. he now has one more person who will stay by his side. ❜

❛ i don't care who it is. i will not forgive anyone who messes with my family. ❜

❛ are all parents automatically forgiven for all the bad things they did before they die? ❜

❛ the one who neglects and turns a blind eye to the abuse is worse than the abuser.❜

❛ when i see you smile at me, i forget everything else. ❜

❛ stop pretending like it doesn't hurt. stop pretending like you're okay. ❜

❛ you pretending to be okay and me seeing that masked face will make me walk on eggshells around you. it'll suffocate me. i'll be tormented. ❜

❛ the one that torments you can also be the one to save you. ❜

❛ if you can't erase it, you just need to cover it with something better. ❜

❛ you belong to yourself and i belong to myself. ❜

[pe0ple3ater]

Hello! As per request, here is my full analysis on Cellbit and his turn to cannibalism!

Before you read, here are some things to keep in mind!

This is only my interpretation, you're allowed to disagree. If you do, I'd really be happy if you, respectfully, added to the post! I want to hear your thoughts and analysis. Or you can DM me! Let me say it again, you will respectfully disagree with me. If you're rude, I'll ignore and or block ^^

I am just some guy, I don't have all of the answers. I'm only a casual watcher of Cellbit and only know his lore from what I've read! I may be wrong! However, I have taken a lot of time reading up on him and watching as many videos and clips as I can hehe

This dives into some heavy shit., such as Cellbit's negative feelings about himself, delusions, and unhealthy relationships. You need to be aware while reading this!

It's written a bit like a fic, because I can't help but be dramatic

Enjoy!

An exploration of Cellbit, violence, cannibalism, and love.

The first we know of Cellbit is the Hunger Games event, made canon by his conversations with Bad.

Cellbit was young, a child soldier thrown into these harsh games for the pleasure of faceless watchers because it was either die in the streets or die trying to get some quick cash and possibly win.

The whole situation is fully out of his control; this is the beginning of his spiral.

Keep in mind that he's a child. These conditions are not what he should be dealing with. His mind is forced into a survival mode where he has to do whatever he can to stay alive.

He has to kill people to survive, and then when things get bad, he has to eat people to survive. It's what he has to do. He has Bad, the first person he’s ever looked up to and has wanted to make proud, showing him how to butcher a body and what parts taste the best.

Cellbit has to do this, or he'll die.

It's out of his control.

To deal with the disgust, the fear, the self-loathing, and the trauma. His brain forces him to convince himself to like it. It's easier to enjoy the things that scare you than to be constantly disgusted and afraid by them. He convinces himself he likes it all, the blood, the killing, the cannibalism. It still makes him sick; deep down, a part of him knows he's wrong. He hates these acts and feels disgusted; he manages to drown it out with the screams of the people he has to kill.

When they win, and he looks over to see Bad smiling tiredly at him, ragged and flushed with victory and pride, it solidifies that enjoyment in his head. He won, he did everything he had to, and he feels good right now, and that means that everything he had to do to get here is good as well.

He's a child, remember that.

Next, he's in prison.

Another situation where he has no control other than what he can force himself to have.

The phone becomes a comfort, a lifeline he uses to force the people around him into respecting and fearing him.

People being scared of him feels good, incredible.

No one has ever really been afraid of Cellbit before. If they're scared of him, they can't hurt him. He learns to manipulate people, and he garners the respect and control he’s been grappling for. He becomes some twisted form of friends with Felps, someone who respects and fears and helps him. It's good, he's settled.

He keeps trying to escape because that's just another thing he can control.

Then he meets Pac, and maybe he falls in love, but at this point, he is an amalgamation of trauma and violence. He has never been in love or been loved, not by anything but the hilt of his knife. Pac is like him; he can see it in how he throws himself at situations that scare him. Cell can see the flash of interest in his eyes when they look at each other. Cell wants to have him. He makes Pac afraid of him; he controls him because if Cell can control him, maybe he can keep him. It’s what he’s learned to be true of himself.

They plan to escape, and they try to leave him alone. Cell's control on the situation slips, and he lashes out against the people trying to take it away. He feels nothing when he kills JV other than rage and his blood on his hands.

He needs to restate his control over Pac. He needs Pac to be his forever, in some way. So he eats his leg.

He likes eating people, and he likes Pac. These wires are crossed in his head. All Cell has ever known is violence; every time he's cared about someone, it's always ended in pain. He doesn't know any other way to be. He hurts Pac, and he eats his leg so that Pac will bear that mark forever. He will never exist without the mark of what Cell did to him. He will never escape from Cell’s love, and Cell will always hold that over him. It makes Cell so happy; he thinks he loves Pac, and now Pac will always know how Cell feels about him.

He kills Felps. It hurts. He doesn't want to, but he can't leave any ties to be found; if Felps hates him, it's easier.

They escape, and he gets left behind. He does what he needs to do to survive; finally, his life is his.

He gets "better," goes to therapy, and tries to fix himself. He learns that he is fundamentally wrong and that his brain doesn't work as it should. He understands that he is a monster, and Cell can't look at himself in the mirror for a long time. He stays away from people, mostly.

He goes to Quesadilla Island, and for a while, things are okay.

Pac is there; every time Cellbit looks at Pac, the broken part in him purrs and claws at his throat, and the new parts of himself he's trying to establish shrink away in disgust. He apologizes and makes promises he doesn't know he can keep. Mike glares at him, he’s always been the angry part of Tazercraft. Pac looks at him wearily, leans away when he gets too close. Yet he accepts him without much fight. Cellbit tries not to think about other times he accepted him without a fight.

Cellbit has a fragile control over his life.

He spends many days barely holding himself back from hurting Roier. He loves him, and no matter how many times Cellbit tells himself it's not true, he will always be made of violence. He forcibly files down the parts of himself that he knows hurt people. He tries so hard. He dreams of Roier under him, chest open and heart bared to him. Waking up from those dreams he’s filled with pride and love. He curls around his husband and sobs into his chest, and Roier tries to reassure him that it's okay; he knows Cellbit would never hurt him. Cellbit keeps himself on the brink of exhaustion; if he's too tired to think, he's too tired to hurt people.

He still tries not to look in the mirror.

He kills the Fed workers when the eggs go missing. He hates them. He eats at the raw flesh like he did so long ago because he needed to do this. He can't control where their children are, but he can control these worker's deaths, make a statement that he knows the Feds will see. Cell and Cellbit are not two separate people. They never have been, they are the same, and Cellbit has never felt more himself than when he ripped into those fucking bears. He goes home, cleans up the blood, vomits, and lays awake, wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.

Cellbit hates himself, Roier kisses his cheek and climbs into bed. Cellbit hates himself. He selfishly clings to Roier and lets himself be loved in a way that doesn't hurt. Cellbit hates himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and thinks about ripping into his husband the way he had those innocent workers.

Cellbit hates himself, and Roier mumbles that he loves him.

[leviiackrman]

WHAT DOES YOUR SOLE LOOK LIKE & TYPES OF CANNIBALISM;

I was tagged by @faerune @chuckhansen + @corvosattano to take this uquiz for some kiddos, and I also threw in the most recent uquiz tag cus I’m slow tehe! Thank you sm beloveds🤍

Tagging (anyone and everyone cus idk who’s done what lmao): @risingsh0t @bbrocklesnar @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @arklay @captmactavish @shellibisshe @simonxriley @queennymeria @marivenah @nokstella @mrdekarios @thedeadthree @jacobseed @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan @dameayliins @carlosoliveiraa @shadowglens @fenharel @alexxmason @tekehu @malefiicarum @brujah @solasan @arthrmorgann @garaviel @baldurians @jendoe + @nightbloodbix

A BIRD IN A COVERED CAGE;

They left without you. Put you out of sight and therefore out of mind. You sing every morning like nothing's changed, talk to the walls to keep yourself company. Just you, the darkness and your own denial that you are completely alone. Nurse your wounds, get yourself some water.

RITUALISTIC CANNIBALISM;

eating others as a religious act, a form of human sacrifice or tradition in the name of a deity. you care a lot about your grades, or used to as a child, and would cry if you got a b in English. you are a people pleaser. you are good at self discipline. you desperately want to achieve success, in whatever way that means to you, and feel the need to devote your life to something you find bigger than yourself, in order for your life to have meaning. you probably had an eating disorder. or an anxiety disorder

BLOOD IN A LAMBS WOOL;

You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.

SURVIVAL CANNIBALISM;

eating others to prevent starvation and not as a part of a cultural practice, usually as a result of an emergency or a famine. my sweet baby angel, you have not been touched by the darkness. I'm sorry if this scared you. you are a normal person with normal person problem. you want to get married. you dance with your friends. and you would never ever eat them (right?) it's surprising what can happen to a person, when pushed to the extreme though. have you ever wondered about that?

A PILE OF BUBBLES, AN IRIDESCENT MESS;

Well aren't you just all over? You're appealing but you're fragile, one wrong move and you lose all that you are. You were meant to be stepped on, broken, but the joy you bring to onlookers is unmatched. Do with that as you will and take very good care of yourself, have a snack.

AUTO CANNIBALISM;

the practise of eating parts of ones own body. you consider yourself an introvert. private and reserved. you don't like asking for help, even when you need it. secretly your biggest fear is being abandoned, which is why you abandon others first. in the end you will be your own destroyer. you stay in a dark room, curled up like a worm, eating yourself.

DOG TEETH;

You're vicious, but you're afraid. You have to make the first punch, and make sure your opponent can't land one. But you need to stop seeing everyone as an enemy. The only one being violent is you, your anger and your defensiveness is killing you. Take a nap, rest your head and clear your mind. Come back in the morning.

FILIAL CANNIBALISM;

the eating of one's own offspring. eating offspring has been documented in a variety of mammal and bird species – as well as fish, insects and spiders. hunger and quality control are among the many reasons proposed for this counterintuitive survivor of natural selection. you think of yourself as a logical person, and you probably went through a hardcore atheist phase. you consider this logic a virtue. to you, logic and emotion are two opposites, where one is superior to the other. wait until you find out that logic is an emotion. you are a great problem solver. your partiality towards objectivism though, is often less helpful than you realise. you have a hard time taking criticism.

[h7jfangirl]

TODAY'S TGS UPTADE ✨

Okay, so... I can't lie, watching Jekyll being a chaotic bastard it's the hottest thing I ever seen

Of course Hyde it's the one controling the body here, but also their are the same person

Something that Jekyll forgot

This whole scenario would be terrifying if Hyde wasn't part of Jekyll.

So, reading Hyde's words we can realise that he didn't feel all the action from last night, so of course, with now Jekyll getting his feelings of love back, Hyde gets the extreme of them; Lust towards Laynon... Or at least he acts like that, but only to piss off Jekyll in this page (I mean that Hyde is in love too). So of course he would want to get something private and deep with him

And then we have the other side. Jekyll is scare like if Hyde could actually STEAL Robert from him, which it's kinda sussy that Henry talks about Laynon like something of his, that he owns, at least to Hyde (I think my man still has some 🚩🚩🚩 to fix)

And also Jekyll being a hyprocite because he talks about Hyde as if they didn't came from the same mind and soul and talks about Hyde's flaws like if that was all he is. But Hyde belives that Laynon will like him too for who he is as his own without Henry, and also asking to Jekyll about his own flaws. Edward it's clearly using this to make Jekyll feel bad and think that Hyde it's better than him.

He just casually talk to himself out loud while doing shit with people. Love it

Hyde, Hyde, the cop it's watching, Hyde, Hyde Oh my god he can't hear us my boy it's going to PRI--

Just kidding, I wonder how this is gonna turn now. Will Hyde be able to convince the cop to not arrest him? Would he run away and fix it later? Would he go to prision? Who knows!

Now, after what we saw in this new page... I have a question:

It's Hyde evil?

Hyde stole a umbrella to a lady that was just walking, kick some kid's ball when the little one was about to cach it, and just grab a cup

In the begining of the comic Hyde made some mess up things that werent actually meant with evil

He gladly stab someone with a umbrella, but it was to save Creature from being burn alive

Then he set the street on fire, it was a accident and he didn't even expect it to happend but he looks proud of it and even laughs

Of course, the next day he realised he fuck up but dosen't like to admit it every much. He it's emotional, and has exciment when he see chaos, but at the same time he knows that theres limits

Then, talking about Jekyll "betraying" him with the officer. Hyde put him killing a random dude like a example of how even with that Jekyll wouldn't be able to bring Hyde to the law

And the most recent one was Hyde actually hurting a man in the face, actually enjoy it

But the thing it's that the comic itself tells us that Hyde isn't exactily the evil inside Jekyll. The whole freaking chapter 10 it's a non stop show to gaslight and mocking at Hyde and all his idea of who he was

So, Hyde it's not evil? He wants to be, and his actions brings chaos but not that harmful, except the time he burned the street but that was not intentional

But then if he is not the evil? Why he wants to be evil? Because Hyde it's in a constant searching for power, in this page he acts smug while bothering the people around him, and also thinks about taking Laynon too so he can feel powerful over Jekyll again. If Hyde dosen't feel powerful he would literally fall deep down to the darkness of his own mind, but if he can ruin someone else by doing that, then he will take it. Hyde himself said it in chapter 12 "I will take Jekyll down with me!" The right moment he is told about that chance to ruin Henry, even if it was forever

Hyde finds comfort of being the evil twin because that's the only way he knows to feel the senses of control while feeding his constant hunger for acction and passion on his life, and that actually worked it for two whole years, until Henry puts him a stop for just two weeks. If only Hyde waited, he could had his delusional life back but he didn't, and now him and Jekyll will going down together

Because they keep forgeting that they are in the same boat.

[goodnightmemes]

SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You will be accorded all the help we can give, but during your stay, you will obey protocol. Is that understood? ❜

❛ You act like insanity is catching. ❜

❛ You are hereby required to surrender your firearms. ❜

❛ Then, personally, I'd have to say, screw their sense of calm. ❜

❛ It's as if she evaporated straight through the walls. ❜

❛ Seems like something you'd notice from time to time. ❜

❛ Sanity's not a choice. You can't just choose to get over it. ❜

❛ It's 11 miles to the nearest land and the water's freezing. ❜

❛ This is a mental institution, for the criminally insane. Usual isn't a big part of our day. ❜

❛ I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. ❜

❛ You have outstanding defense mechanisms. ❜

❛ You misunderstand me. I said you are a man of violence. I'm not accusing you of being a violent man. That's quite different. ❜

❛ Since the schoolyard, you have never walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoy it, but because retreat isn't something you consider an option. ❜

❛ Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, huh? ❜

❛ Jesus, are you ever sober anymore? ❜

❛ Are you real? ❜

❛ I'm just bones in a box. ❜

❛ Please. I need to hold on to you. Just a little bit longer, please. ❜

❛ You have to let me go. ❜

❛ I thought your investigation was finished. ❜

❛ I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect, listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him. ❜

❛ Do you know what she was afraid of? You. ❜

❛ I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does. ❜

❛ What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book. ❜

❛ I don't give a damn about by-the-book. I just wanna know what the hell's going on. ❜

❛ Lot of places to hide a body here. ❜

❛ I've had enough of killing. That's not why I'm here. ❜

❛ A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. It's like they're scared or something. ❜

❛ How do you believe a crazy guy? ❜

❛ That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Crazy people, they're the perfect subjects. They talk, nobody listens. ❜

❛ Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. ❜

❛ What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? ❜

❛ Don't you know how lonely I've been? You're gone. You're dead. I cry every night. How am I supposed to survive? ❜

❛ I buried you. I buried an empty casket. ❜

❛ My [name]'s dead, so who the fuck are you? ❜

❛ You should have saved me. You should have saved all of us. ❜

❛ The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time. ❜

❛ Why didn't you save me? ❜

❛ You need to find him. You need to find him and you kill him dead. ❜

❛ Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right? I mean, why would anybody want to? ❜

❛ What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! ❜

❛ Stop me, please, before I kill more. ❜

❛ You told me I'd be free of this place. You promised. You lied. ❜

❛ They say I'm theirs now. They say I'll never leave here. ❜

❛ I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice. ❜

❛ This is a game. All of this is for you. ❜

❛ You're a fucking rat in a maze. ❜

❛ I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening on this island. ❜

❛ Would you mind taking your hand from behind your back, please? I wanna make sure that what you're holding won't hurt me. ❜

❛ That's the genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. ❜

❛ Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. ❜

❛ You're smarter than you look. That's probably not a good thing. ❜

❛ The brain controls pain. The brain controls fear, empathy, sleep, hunger, anger. Everything. What if you could control it? ❜

❛ You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. ❜

❛ Seen any walking nightmares lately? ❜

❛ You can't stay here. I'm afraid if they come looking for you, they might find me. I'm sorry, but you have to go. ❜

❛ You're as violent as they come. I know this because I'm as violent as they come. ❜

❛ If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn't you? ❜

❛ If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? ❜

❛ You don't have a partner. You came here alone. ❜

❛ You know, I've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. ❜

❛ I'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And I'm not going to give up without a fight. ❜

❛ Did you know that the word "trauma" comes from the Greek for "wound"? And what is the German word for "dream"? Traum. ❜

❛ Wounds can create monsters, and you...you are wounded. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it? ❜

❛ You go there and you'll die. ❜

❛ You blew up my car. I really loved that car. ❜

❛ Tremors are getting pretty bad. How are the hallucinations? ❜

❛ Get out of here. This place is gonna be the end of you. ❜

❛ Your delusions are more severe than I thought. ❜

❛ After everything I've seen here, you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy? ❜

❛ You've created a story in which you're not a murderer. You’re a hero. ❜

❛ I wish I could let you just live in your fantasy world. I really do. ❜

❛ I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way. ❜

❛ I trusted you. I risked everything to come in here after you. Everything! ❜

❛ I told you not to come in here. I told you this would be the end of you. ❜

❛ If you ever loved me, please stop talking. ❜

❛ I need to know you've accepted reality. ❜

❛ You tried to help me when no one else would. ❜

❛ Which would be worse, to live as a monster...or to die as a good man? ❜

[xitsen]

Came here because of the “They don’t deserve you” comic, staying because that wendigo fairytale AU looks SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED. I am in LOVE with Alastor’s design especially!! And Charlie looks super adorable. Any thoughts you’d like to share about the AU? If not that’s totally fine, no pressure. Looking forward to seeing more from you!

🥹♥️ Thank you.

And well uhh. 25 random facts?

1. Everything in this au(except flashbacks obviously) is going on nowadays!

2. Charlie, her family and Alastor don't really show up to people but if they do, the person usually doesn't make it alive haha.

3. Charlie never saw a human. She knows that she looks similar to humans but doesn't know how exactly.

4. Magne family and Al live deep in the forests which people from the nearest villages don't go to. Some of them(usually old people) are scared because of the disappearances in the forests, but others don't go there simply because of dangerous animals.

5. If you know something about the Appalachian mountains and their reputation... Well, I can say that the place where everything is going on has the same vibe.

6. I haven't decided yet if Vaggie, Angel, Husk and Niffty are alive or not. They may be mythical creatures as well.

7. Fauns are gods in this au but they're kinda cursed. Before the curse fauns could shapeshift to humans and have fun with them and also freely use some magic but now they... I would say they can't. They also have different powers but using them has some consequences so Charlie usually doesn't use them at all.

8. Fauns can't but Alastor can! He can shapeshift to his human form or to any other person. But for short periods.

9. To shapeshift as other person he needs to eat them =D

10. Alastor is hungry. And he's hungry for human flesh only. All the time. And that's his curse. He can't really control himself if he doesn't eat all the time. But he keeps an eye on his schedule lol.

11. To use any of his powers he has to eat more. For example, by default, he can be in human form for half an hour and for that, he needs to eat a full-grown adult. But if he wants more, he needs to eat more than that.

12. Alastor can mimic other people's voices. But again. He needs to eat them first.

13. Alastor has different strategies for hunting. It's really not common that people to go to the forest if they're not forced to do so. He can whistle, and call for help with the voices of people who he ate or with his own voice. If someone who he wants to attract is a relative to one of his victims he will shapeshift and pretend to be exhausted/wounded. And because no one has ever found the bodies of these people the relative will run to help.

14. Alastor usually doesn't touch children. Usually.

15. He also prefers to not touch police or people who look for disappeared people in big groups because it's useful for him to make people think that it's safe here if you're not alone.

16. He doesn't like dogs, dogs know where he is and it makes it harder for him to hunt.

17. He lives near his house at the swamp.

18. Sometimes Charlie steals apples. Well, she doesn't know that she does because in the forest everything belongs to everyone. But she loves to explore new places and sometimes steals people's food. That's actually how she met Alastor lol.

19. Charlie says that Alastor grows the best apples she has ever tasted. But he will never tell her his secret technic.

20. Alastor doesn't feel hunger for animal meat but sometimes just cooks for himself in his house.

21. When they first met Alastor tried to eat Charlie, lol. Even if they're kinda close now he still thinks about how she tastes. He thinks about it a lot.

22. Alastor doesn't have that big connection to his shadow as og Alastor does. They're... Not "friends" here. You'll see.

23. Charlie is about 25 in human years. And about 2000+ years in general. Alastor is about 35-40. But it has been years from the moment of his death. Or of the moment of his new life.

24. Alastor can't really die. His punishment is to exist forever with his sins and guilt about them. He doesn't regret it tho. Well. Usually, he doesn't.

25. Fauns don't age. Their body just stops at some point but this point is very random. And they don't die. That's their punishment as well.

That's all that i remember for now lol. Thank you for your interest!!

Here's a lil spoiler for Alastor's past comic ;>

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Because I'm struggling to write this Slasher request, have this while I work on it.

I'm putting both English and Korean lyrics, only because why not.

For those of you who have no clue who's Danielston III, he's an alter of Donnie from my crackfic.

Tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, MC's ankle is restrained, tranquillizing, kidnapping, fake identity

Drunk-Dazed by Enhypen - Yandere Danielston III

Beautiful and brilliant. My glittering vision is a diamond. 아름답고 황홀해. 반짝이는 내 각막은 다이아몬드.

Danielston III roams the market's streets, squinting his eyes at the festival's bright lights. Such a crowd for a holiday about mining uranium.

In a world with no rules. Everything's been turned upside down. 규칙 없는 세계는. 전부 뒤집혀 뒤집혀 서있어.

It's nice knowing that he can walk through these paths without a single person noticing with this commoner clothing on. Then again, few people know what he looks like.

Turning up the party, now. My feet up in the sky, wow. Turning up the party, now. 하늘엔 내 발이, wow

The people seem to get louder every second, a crescendo of intensity. Danielston walks faster, wishing to exit the noisy area and opt for a more tranquil one.

People going ha, ha, high. Ringing in my ears is la la, loud. 사람들은 ha ha, high. 내 귓속에는 la la, loud.

The laughing and chatting seem to only get more annoying, burning into his ears: it's agonizing.

It's blinding, baby. His light, shining. 눈부셔, baby. 이 조명, shining.

But there it was. The reason he came to this torturous event in the first place; is to lay his eyes on the one he admires once more. His obsession, it poisons his heart.

We're in love with this carnival. We're in love with this carnival.

His mind is plagued by them completely. He's utterly swallowed by these dark thoughts.

Honestly, I'm scared. The world's drunk in a swirling glass. At the edge is my burning heart. 사실 무서워 난. 출렁이는 잔속 이 취한 세계. 그 끝엔 목이 타는 내 맘.

It's not the first time this has happened. Oh no, this has been going on for years. He's always been terrified of his feelings. But...

But I just wanna stay. But I just wanna stay.

He's never tried to get rid of them.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He loves watching them, staring at them for hours. Oh but he especially adores listening to them. Their voice could lull him to sleep on restless nights.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He wants to eternally be encompassed by them. He wants to run after it and capture it for himself.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

He can't stop it. He doesn't want to stop it.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Fangs glowing red. Can't control my body, dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도. 붉은빛 송곳니도.

And yet today, he can't seem to control his own body. He wants to take them home, and take them to the palace.

Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

And maybe he will, tonight: right at this very moment.

Mmm, call me out from across the line. Everything changes, everything crumbles. Mmm 경계선을 넘어 날 불러 날. 모든 것이 바뀌어, 모두 무너져.

They call out to him, holding a bag full of items they've bought: happy with the products they found. A complete contrast to his dark demeanour.

I reach past the locked door. Pain welcomes me, a feast of thirst. 잠긴 문 너머 손 뻗어 난. 고통이 날 반겨, 갈증의 향연.

He smiles and heads in their direction, his heart burning with hunger. He wants affection, he wants to indulge himself in their kindness.

Honestly, I'm scared. My reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar. The pitiful truth behind this mask. 사실 두려워 난. 거울 속의 내가 낯설기만 해. 이 가면 뒤 초라한 진실.

Why are his feelings so powerful? He doesn't usually act like this, even the times he's met you before. Is his cold behaviour finally breaking?

But I never escape. But I never escape.

Maybe it's a sign to give in: that he shouldn't hide his feelings anymore.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He greets them, plastering a façade. He acts normally as the demons of his mind reminisce the same thoughts over and over.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He grips the tube of glass laying in his pocket, eager to be used.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

Their so nice to him, sweeter than the cakes he engorges himself on at the palace.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

Ugh, the fact they're so unaware of his intentions, piercing an evil thought into his mind. They don't see the killer swirling around them.

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

His hand suddenly jolts outside his coat pocket, holding the tube of liquid. The needle attached to the barrel stabs into their neck, enabling the drug to flow through.

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Light that’s been given to me. Flames of a torch, ah. 나에게 주어진 그 빛. 성화의 불길 ah.

He walks into a chamber, his formal attire fluttering behind him. He eagerly skips to a person sitting on a bench, grinning with delight.

'Till I own it, I'ma ride. 주인이 될 때까지 I'ma ride.

Thank goodness his plan was a success! Otherwise he would have to do something drastic.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He stands in front of them, a lovesick look adorned in his eyes. His foot briefly clinks the chain attached to their ankle.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He made the perfect decision. Taking them home to his palace is such a delight!

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

"My sweet, aren't you excited? You get to see what the king looks like!"

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

He blabbers on even more. The love he's retained for so long seeps through. "I can't wait to show you the inventions I've made! I haven't been able to show you because of well...This royalty situation."

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

The room is cold, just like his heart. But their body is so warm, like his mind.

I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 난 나를 깨워. 심장을 태워.

He pauses and takes their face in his hands. Odd for someone who revolts by physical touch of any sort. He smiles warmly, his stare softening.

Fill my dreams oh oh. I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh. 난 나를 깨워.

"You were always so lovely. You disregarded the fact I am a monster."

Fill my dreams oh oh. 심장을 태워 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh.

His mouth briefly ghosts their forehead, silently stating that they can never escape his wrath.

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THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT HIGHLIGHTING EVERY GODDAMN LINE IS WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH.

Anyway, I hope this will keep you guys fed while I TRY to get this Slasher request up and going.

If you couldn’t tell, I love Danielston III so much.

- Celina

[madwomansapologist]

Morpheus with a Scarlet Witch reader hcs ?

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synopsis: when people look at you they see a animal unhiged, but for the first time you meet someone who wasn't affraid of you.

warnings: a little bit of angst

ps: thanks for your request my love, time to write for our favorite emo boy! I really want to write something like this, thank you for requesting.

• You we're affraid of yourself. Your power kept getting stronger and stronger and everytime you think that it cannot get worse you realize you we're wrong

• And all those problems made you overwhelmed. The amount of energ you spent on trying to control yourself just made you tired and exausted and it just made everything worse. You mind just keep yelling at you, you didn't have a single moment of peace

• Your friends are affraid of you, even those ones who are really strugling to help you, and you can't blame them. You made your mistakes and even being obvious that you don't have control over your powers, it still your fault

• You we're almost breaking, and then you saw him. Morpheus just appears in your room, his presence was so warm and soft, and told you stories about other lives. When you woke up it was clear for you: you dreamed with a really pale man

• Morpheus knew about your powers and, at the moment you were able to create live, all his brothers understand that your name means problems. They could end up you, but Morpheus saw something different every night on his realm: your eyes. You we're... he didn't know why he made this, but he knew all need was help

• And so he did. Every night, he came to your room and told you stories about power and people who learned to control it. Every day, you wake up with a good feeling. What a strange, but great, dream

• Morpheus did reveal himself for you, but you didn't believe. You we're so many things, it wasn't hard to think that you went mad. But even tho you kept repeting to yourself that you should call someone for help, it was so real

• Morpheus didn't stop helping you, he just start doing that during the day. You both go out and now he was able to be a kinda of teacher, mentoring you throught your powers

• You now we're able to control. To create great things. To fight your enemies and protect your loved ones. To not be feared by your friends

• Morpheus spend time with you. At first just as a teacher, but the friendship start without both of you noticing. It was so easy to talk to him, to listen to him, to be with him

• You had power, but you only we're powerful after having control over them. And damn, how powerful you are now. Not having fear about nothing, because you are the one that should be feared. Thats how peace looks like?

• You understand that you are not a equal to Morpheus, you can't even imagine how his life was, but you wasn't affraid of him. He never scared you, and you never scared him. And this, the chance of being yourself without fear of what you may cause, was intimacy

• And intimacy is the best way to love

• When Morpheus dissapear and no one could find him, even you, all your fears came back to you. All you could do was imagine what was happening to him. Days of searching became months, months became years, and you kept imagining all the fear he was feeling, all the pain, the torture, the humilliation, but one day something change. Seeing his realm, helping Lucienne to clean the place that was Impossible to clean, the amount of dreams and nightmares that just evaporate: what if there was no one to look for? Death didn't show up anymore, none of the Endless did anything, maybe there was no Morpheus to find. Maybe there we're no live on the being that once was the love of your life

• All you felt was a hole inside you. A hunger hole ready to eat anything besides your pain. All those fears, all that pain, was turned into a mass of caos and creation

• Morpheus was in front of you, waiting for you, loving you. Morpheus was no more just a dream, he was yours again

• And when the moment came you would be able to see what was really happening. You will learn that your name was less important than a tittle that you will hear coming from a witch's mouth: Scarlet Witch

• Inside a cage, powerless, Morpheus was looking for you. Waiting for the moment he would be able to touch you again. Morpheus just need time, and time is not a problem for beings like you both

The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. It is her destiny to destroy the world.

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