#destroy me daddy

[freya-fallen]

Yandere Kirei Kotomine and darling using she/her pronouns

CWs: obsessive thoughts, violent thoughts, creepy Kotomine, enabling Gilgamesh, religious iconography, sacriligious thoughts

Word count: 378

Yandere Kotomine is nothing like his servant/King Gilgamesh, despite the close bond the two share.

He delights not in the treasures of the world, but in destruction of all that is beautiful and good.

And you are the purest, most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

You come to his church one morning in a spotless white sundress. The sun behind you is a halo to your silhouette that nearly blinds him in its radiance. He sees a shapely outline and is immediately hungry for more. When the doors shut, your visage becomes apparent.

You're lovely. Your skin looks softer than rose petals and mouth is lusher than the wine used for communion at the Vatican.

His dark eyes flit over you throughout the sermon despite constant reminders he must not give himself away to the sheep. When the time comes, he longs to shove the cracker down her throat and make her choke around his fingers.

He does not give into temptation; Kirei is a man of great patience and self-control.

Over the next few weeks he learns much about her. Her confessions, even as she becomes more comfortable, are pathetic sins. She feels such guilt for unkind thoughts, and for her heavy past.

She finally unburdens herself to him, and he reads in her all that is lovely to him: cruelty that has scored to her soul, crushing violence, sorrow. Her spirit is porcelain, fragile and smooth and perfect.

"Do you want her, Kirei?" whispers the insidious voice at his ear. He faces crimson eyes that flit between him and the precious thing you are. "You should take her."

He hums thoughtfully and gazes at her again. She stands, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "Father Kotomine," she murmurs to get the attention that has been hers from the moment she stepped into his church. The use of his title in her voice never fails to stir him.

How would it sound while she sobs? While she's begging for mercy?

And how quickly could she repair herself after that? Would she be able to? Would she cover her soul in golden lines? Or would she remain shattered at his feet?

Either way, he intended to destroy her until she returned to the dust of creation.

[robo-nonagon]

what does the mouse eat? ⭐️ cheese!

[pockethep]

On a lighter note, the daycare moms probably think Kazuki is a divorcee with a bad relationship to his ex-wife. After coming under hard times because of his failing comedic careers and needing someone to help him care for his daughter he was whisked off his feet by Rei, the Oil Baron.

[7cfc00]

theyre having reunion dinner in hell!

[silence-ofdeath]

“I am alone with my own thoughts and it’s dangerous.”

-cress

[theghostinyourwalls]

Uhhhhm who said that

[funkyboxofinterests]

In case anyone was wondering,,,,, the finale did not destroy me. Nope. Not at all.

[kariighost]

PROFESSOR LEVI PROFESSOR LEVI PROFESSOR LEVI 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[quietwingsinthesky]

it ever hit you out of nowhere that castiel is living in a dead guy's body and the show just does not care. it does not care. jimmy novak might as well not exist the moment he or claire is out of sight. cas stole a guy's body and his face and his life, and we can't ever talk about it or discuss it in detail because of how fucking horrifying it is that sam and dean's best friend just walks around in a dead guy suit. there's not even a human soul in there anymore. it's just a corpse. stone-cold body snatcher indeed.

[freya-fallen]

No thoughts, just wanting to Jack to use me as an ashtray. When he puts the cigarette out 😍😍😍

[dxstopiaa]

Alternate Arrangements

Synopsis: The Akademiya was overflowing with corruption, it was about time the Scribe inflicted some discipline. ❤︎︎

Characters: Al Haitham x Fem!Sage! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW! [i don’t mind who interacts, as long as you are willing to consume such content.] [Hate sex, degradation, teasing, thigh fucking, vaginal penetration, dacryphillia, sort of sadist al haitham? rough sex.] (づ￣ ³￣)づ

If Al Haitham could depict the Akademiya in a single word, he would call it ludicrous. Foolish in such a way to establish their own reputation and knowledge above the requests and pleads of their people.

He knew that plotting against the Grand Sage will be quite scandalous, especially since he had already become a major suspect through the Akasha terminal he had long ago removed. Though he already had decided on a strategy to obtain just the information he needed.

With such authority as his, Al Haitham faced no trouble into accessing the House of Daena’s offices, simply justifying himself with excuses such as he needed some sort of paperwork, or he had left his journal in the library.

While the intricate architecture was worth admiring, he had more important errands to tend to. An elevator to the headquarters led him into the Grand Sage’s assistant’s quarters, your distracted, conscientious state made it even easier for the Scribe to enter without your notice. How naive.

It was only when Al Haitham cleared his throat huskily did you recognise his presence, abruptly standing up behind the wooden desk. Your attempts to greet him innocently were futile, his taller physique already looming over you with scrutiny.

“Oh, Scribe! What brings you here?” You responded, playfully leaning slightly over the table with your palms to support yourself. He only released a displeased hum, folding his toned arms against his chest. You recall the skeptical Sage express his dislike for Al Haitham, describing him as if he was a threat.

“You should know exactly why i’m here, or has that Sage not warned you lately?” The scholar blandly stated, alert eyes scanning over how you looked up close. That lasciviously short dress accompanied with those enticing tights which stopped mid-thigh fuelled his already present animosity.

You noticed his lingering gaze, feeling more fragile under his sharp criticism. Al Haitham stalked closer to you, obstructing the distance between the two of you. You could only cast your own eyes downwards, until he forced you up to look at him once more.

“I’m not asking for much, inform me of the Akademiya’s plans, my patience wears thinner the longer i look at you.” He threatened again, roughly facing your head towards him. Your lack of response ignited the fury in his usually tranquil mindset as the Scribe pulled you flush against his body.

He clenched his jaw, hands snaking down from your waist to your upper thighs as he lifted the intrusive garment slightly. You let out a breathy whine as he tugged on either sides of your panties. Al Haitham chuckled at your desperately pathetic reaction, further pulling the thin material up to stimulate your clit whilst you continued to gasp softly at the pleasurable friction.

“Appears as if i’ll have to force the answer out of you…” He presumed, continuing to relish in your squeamish protests. “I would of never guessed you were such a slut, is this how you seduce the Grand Sage, with such skimpy outfits?”

You were hasty to shake your head in disagreement, uttering a short objection before he cruelly spanked the plush of your ass, your pained sobs alone spurred his arousal further, feeling the fabric of his pants become more restricted.

Al Haitham groaned quietly at the pretty tears cascading down your sinful features, hopelessly restricting your moans with your hand, it wouldn’t have to be this way, with you squirming as he continued to toy with your clitoris, if you just remained co-operative.

You pleaded the scholar to offer you some sort of release, the constant pulling away of his fingers when your breaths became unstable would drive you insane. He remained unmoved as ever, ignoring your begs alongside enjoying how submissive his supposed superior was just from his strokes.

“Truly negligible, i believe this was your own fault, doll, give me what i want and then i’ll consider giving in.” Al Haitham negotiated, running his index finger over your closed, teary eyes. He waited for your reply, which he knew would eventually come from the sheer desperation you were in.

“They’re…building a new deity-” You choked out, mewling at the sensation of his thick cock in between your thighs. The Scribe began sliding his dick against your soft skin, occasional grunts slipping from his open mouth when you squeezed them around him. Such a delicate, supple body just for him to use.

Once he was content, Al Haitham laid you down onto the desk, discarding the documents he would have to rewrite after. He pulled down the loose neckline of your dress, exposing your tits to him, nipples already perky from arousal. You whined whilst he pinched them, caressing the sensitive tissue.

“Not so shy now are we, princess? See what happens when you’re obedient?” The scholar cooed, finding amusement in your flushed expression, so eagerly attempting to shield your face from him. That, he didn’t like, opting to remove his belt to secure your wrists above your head.

All you could feel was his tip dragging against your pussy, trying hard not to grind your hips on him, you didn’t want to displease him, especially since you were so close to getting what you wanted.

Al Haitham forced your legs open, pushing them towards your chest to get a better view of you. Before unexpectedly thrusting in at an alarming pace, your lewd moans filled the room, pain blending into pleasure as he continued to push in and out of you.

You didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate, the tightness in your core becoming more prominent, clamping down on his cock. He groaned loudly at this, twitching inside of you.

“So this is the only thing you’re good for? Lying here pretty taking all sorts of treatment? It’s hard to believe you’ve done this before with how you’re taking me.” The mixture of praise and defamation contributed to the fluttering in your abdomen, panting out his name over and over as you grew closer to cumming.

Al Haitham wasn’t about to let you get away so easily, he quickly pulled out of you, chasing his own release with his hands as you laid limply, whimpering and rubbing your legs together in frustration as he came all over your stomach, shamelessly moaning audibly to embarrass you.

“Apologies doll, you can’t get what you want so soon, you need to be punished for your initial defiance.” He boldly groaned in your ear, torso against yours, the Scribe smirked at you trying to grind against him, harshly kissing and biting your lip, strong hands beside your head.

How naive you were to not notice he had only started the list of what he would do to you.

[trashogram]

Sooooo tired of the idea that a character "following their heart for once 🥺" makes them a good person.

Anakin Skywalker's whole story is literally about that.

He chose love over his responsibility to the Jedi and the people in the universe and ended up killing the very woman he chose over everything and everyone else.

Rose Quartz's story is exactly the same. She followed her heart and escaped her abusive family but was too naïve to deal with and truly understand the consequences of her actions and it led to centuries of war, thousands of deaths, and her son blaming himself for things he wasn't even alive for.

Sometimes responsibility and duty DO come before love. Sometimes you DO have to make sacrifices for the greater good even if it destroys you. Because that is what a good person actually does. A good person puts others their own fucking daughter over themselves and wants to do right by them.

Yes, and at the very least the creators for both of those characters understood that the “following your heart” route for their respective characters would lead to tragedy. That was actually the whole point for Anakin and Rose.

Vivziepop appears to really believe Stolas is in the right for doing terrible things for the sake of his own selfish desires, and yet to make it justifiable to her audience she’s destroyed the story, the characters, and completely abandoned the worldbuilding in Helluva Boss, specifically the class system and commentary, so that Stolas comes out looking sympathetic. I can’t stand it and I can’t stand the thousands of misguided yet hostile fans that accept that BS.

[silence-ofdeath]

[pant--eater]

rewatched A Close Shave and felt emotional for Wendolene and Preston BYE

feat. old woman yuri. the cottagecore vegan girlies who both say no to cheese

[slutfortheeclaymore]

Jesus fucking Christ!!!! I’m bending, folding, kneeling & spreading all at the same time!! 🫠🔥💦

[slxttysadie]

need lots of praise while you rape me tonight. call me your good girl while you force your cock inside my little cunt. tell me how pretty i look getting used like this, how good i feel around your cock. talk so sweet to me while you absolutely ruin me, please please please <3