#someone please come knock me tf out

[littlelovingmouse]

i took a double dose of night time tylenol cold pills and yet i am STILL not asleep

all i can think about is that my throat is sore and my nose is stuffed and if i open my mouth to breathe then my throat gets worse but if i close my mouth i can barely breathe and no matter how i angle my head on the pillow my nose refuses to clear at all

even mindlessly scrolling through tumblr does not seem to work idk what to do

[eddiexmunsn]

cant believe i’m still awake

[alastorss]

AAAA ITS GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!

I love your characterization of Alastor sm ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request reader dropping dead things (people/body parts, deer, etc.) at his door/radio tower? No note, just corpses. He’s gotta figure out who tf if dropping these for him.

a/n: thank you, it's so good to be back!! i really appreciate you and everyone for being so welcoming :')) <3

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"You've been doing what?!"

"I didn't think it was so bad... You're the one who wanted me to make friends!"

Charlie only gawks at you, tugging at the ends of her hair in stress. The Princess of Hell paces back and forth across the room, slowly piecing together why Alastor has been in such a foul mood lately.

"So you thought the best way to make friends with the Radio Demon was to leave dead bodies at his doorstep?"

"He loves dead bodies."

"Yeah, to eat them! Oh god, what kind of message have you been sending to him?" She babbles on, exasperated and flinging her hands around in a panic. "He must think you're threatening him or something!"

"Well..." you make some sort of constipated expression and Charlie stops dead in her tracks. "He might not know they've been from me."

"You've been leaving them anonymously?" The Princess squeaks, unsure of whether that makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse. "What was even the point then?"

"I get nervous!" You argue, flopping back on the couch and laying an arm over your eyes. "I was going to tell him eventually."

Alastor was a different breed of terrifying. He could silence a room just by breathing in it. The wailing souls in his broadcast were enough to command that sort of attention.

When Charlie had given you the task of making friends as a part of her "redemption project" you had assumed he was exempt from the list. He was, after all, fairly secluded despite his cheery demeanour. Very few had ever managed to become his companions.

However, your hopes of avoiding him had been flushed down the drain when you accidentally bumped into each other on the way out on your very first day.

He gave you a look over, scrutinizing you from head to toe until your cheeks burned. Then, demanded something very simple of you:

"Welcome! Please, do entertain me."

His first and, as of today, last words he ever spoke to you. Sure, your methods were a little unorthodox, but you had asked Husk for advice and Alastor's cannibalistic tendencies were as much as the bartender was willing to spill.

When you don't receive any response, you peel your arm away to peer at your friend. She makes another two laps around the coffee table before her face lights up.

"I've got it!"

"I don't like that look on your face—"

"Come on," she laughs, pulling you by the wrists. "You just have to be honest. And make sure he knows you're not trying to kill him!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" You ask nervously. "You just told me he's been in a worse mood than usual."

A sinister smile that could only belong to the daughter of the devil creeps its way across her lips.

Dread. All you feel is terrible dread.

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As much as Alastor enjoys a good meal, this is becoming excessive.

It must be the seventh or eighth body this week. And, as usual, there is no note. No indication of why there's a corpse or a deer head or a rabbit's foot at his door. He can't even sniff out any traces of a soul being here.

He hates charity.

Not even because he does not need it, but because the anonymity is making him think they're gifts of pity. That, or it's a threat on his life. Either way, he loathes the idea that someone is looking down on him.

The demon needs to get to the bottom of this soon. Paranoia is not common for him, but the anxious bubbling in his chest is unmistakable. Whoever keeps leaving the bodies at his door is meticulously clean when they kill. He would hate to be on the receiving end of the blade.

Just as he's about to dump the body in his swamp for later, there's a knock on his bedroom door. He hesitates.

No, he isn't afraid of whoever is on the other side of the door. However, if there were a fight, he would need to get his suit tailored again and he simply doesn't have the time for that today.

He takes slightly too long to decide whether or not the person on the other side of the wall is a threat, because soon enough his ears pick up the sound of retreating footsteps.

Alastor swings the doors open so fast that you yelp.

At first he's confused why you refuse to turn around to look at him. Lacking common manners—he'll have to bring that up to you later. Then, he's confused on why you've shown up to his door at all.

"May I help you, dear?"

A chill creeps down your spine. Charlie and her ideas... they would be the death of you. Preferably today. Right now.

"I didn't mean to disturb you!" You stammer, still not looking at him.

Alastor raises a brow before popping up behind you from the shadows. You squeak, clutching somehing to your chest and shielding it from his gaze. He does a loop around your body and you spin around to keep the item hidden. The Radio Demon narrows his eyes.

"Are you hiding something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You do another spin as he tries to get a peek of what's in your hands.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He feigns offense. Again, another spin.

"Of course not!"

"You see, I very much don't enjoy being lied to. Last time I caught a scoundrel in my midst, I cracked them open like a—"

"Okay, okay!" You suddenly burst out. You turn so slow that Alastor feels himself holding his breath.

When he finally sees what you've been so insistent on hiding, he snickers. Impolitely, mind you.

"Don't laugh," you whine, squeezing the bouquet closer to your chest. Amongst the flowers are little pieces of death—fingers, eyes, ears.

Charlie had decided that one step back in your redemption by collecting body parts like this would result in three steps forward. She allowed it, just this once.

"Are these for me?" He purrs, leaning down until his face is in yours. You'd been warned before that Alastor had no concept of personal space, but you can't help the way it robs the air in your lungs.

"Please don't get the wrong idea," you strain in embarrassment. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For leaving all those bodies here. I didn't mean for it to come across as insulting."

The demon blinks at you in stunned silence for a few moments before he cackles, standing back to let you breathe again. "Why, of course! No hard feelings, darling."

"Really?" You lighten up with a sigh of relief.

"Your little gifts have kept me on my toes," he assures. "Perhaps not my idea of entertainment, but the effort was there."

"I'm glad to hear that," you smile. "Charlie was worried you wouldn't accept my apology or want to be friends."

You seem to catch yourself, eyes going wide as you shake your head.

"N-Not that I'm assuming this means we can be friends!"

Alastor only laughs again, gentler this time. "No need to be so jumpy. I don't bite," he muses. "And tell the Princess she has nothing to worry about."

He takes the bouquet from you, hands lingering over yours for a fraction longer than he meant for them to.

"I would love to be your friend."

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Can I please request a Vox x Female Childish Reader just like the meme that goes...

Random Imp: Hey! Some dude is jumping going off to the bungee swing backwards!

Vox who was currently talking to the other 2 V's: Hah, What an idiot

Female Reader: I'M GOING OFF THE BUNGEE SWING BACKWARDS!!!

Vox: Oh no...THAT'S MY IDIOT!!!

I'm up for any ask that gives Vox a headache

Vox X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None?? I think?? Cartoonish scenarios??

Description: ☝️⬆️

You are so goofy and childish and it's one of the reasons Vox actually fell in love with you

It's so refreshing to have someone who's always looking for fun things to do in Hell instead of being miserable or scared

When he first met you, he assumed you were just stupid, watching you run from a group of hungry cannibals while calling it tag

Almost considered leaving you to your fate but something about the way you squealed in excitement as they caught up to you made his heart flip

So he reluctantly saves you and you've become a thorn in his side ever since

A thorn that he's come to love and look forward to seeing every day, often wishing he could just blow off work to spend time with you

Literally does everything you want to do, even at the price of his own pride, that's how whipped Vox is for you

You wanna play the floor is lava?? He's jumping on the nearest piece of furniture and trying to knock you off your perch

You're playing hide and seek?? Fine! Vox is roping in the other V's and he's literally tearing apart everything to find your ass

How tf did you get INSIDE the couch!?!?!

He's in a meeting with the other overlords and you suddenly start a game of Duck Duck Goose, picking him as the goose???

You bet your ass Vox is chasing after you like you owe him money, the others just watching in bewilderment

You start a pillow fight?? He's going to start a pillow WAR

He wants to fucking WIN

Literally adores your childish nature but won't admit it to anyone, no matter how obvious it is

On the other hand...

You fucking stress him out sometimes, getting yourself into the strangest situations

Vox once caught you playing hopscotch with Alastor, winner gets to keep your soul

WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THAT

Relax Voxie~ I won anyways~

You get yourself into a game of musical chairs with a humongous dinosaur demon??

Vox is still having nightmares of you being squashed by that gigantic ass 😒

One of the worst things you've ever done to him is video call him while you're about to do a bungee jump

He was stuck discussing business with the other V's when you suddenly appear on his phone, immediately cheering him up

What could his cute Y/N want now~?

"Hey Voxie~! I'm about to jump off this bridge and do a flip! I want you to watch me!!"

"You're gonna WHAT!?"

Nearly short circuits right then and there, his screen glitching out from the sudden wave of stress

He zaps your way the moment he sees that you're jumping, grabbing the bungee rope and pulling you up with his own two hands

Vox ignores all your whining and pouting over him spoiling your fun, pulling you into his arms and shaking from the adrenaline rush

You are just so confused, you were only having fun...it's his fault for being so busy all the time that you get bored

He's still trying to get his breathing back to normal when he suddenly touches foreheads with you

He squishes your cheeks together and gives you a tired look

"You...are not leaving our bedroom for the rest of the week..."

"Voxie!! That's no fair!!"

I hope this is what you wanted!! I had so much fun writing it!

[sky-is-the-limit]

Saw you're accepting asks, so I'm sending this instead of going to therapy! A toxic situationship of mine is now love bombing and gaslighting me into getting back together and despite my better judgment, I'm weak and pathetic enough to be seriously considering it. How would the tf141 react? The tf can be platonic and/or unrequited feelings (readers? Cause lord knows im not loveable but thats to be unpackes another day). Sorry, I'm spiraling 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

How Task Force 141 would react to you considering going back to your toxic situationship:

Captain Price:

John would take a straightforward approach. He’d sit you down with a cup of tea, holding your hand as he tells you, ''You deserve better than this, love. Real men don’t treat women that way.'' He’d remind you of your worth, letting you know that no one with any decency would ever put you through such torment. He’d then mention, almost casually, that he had a word with your situationship earlier when he was about to knock at your door—strongly suggesting the guy won’t be bothering you again if he values his hands.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

The poor guy would struggle with his emotions, finding it hard to stay calm. ''Are you serious? After everything he’s done?'' He’d ask, pacing the room in frustration. He’d urge you to see that there are better men out there, men who’d do anything for you, who would kill and die to be with you—men like him. The words would slip out, revealing more than he intended but he’d be too worked up to care about holding back.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

He wouldn’t hold back his anger. ''I’ll just take him out, then!'' He’d exclaim, half-joking but serious enough to make you worry. He’d rant about how the world would be better off without that guy, throwing out threats left and right. You’d have to calm him down but his reaction would make it clear just how much he cares about you and how serious he is about keeping you away from someone who doesn’t deserve you. If sweet, easygoing Johnny is this furious, maybe it's time that you listen to him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon wouldn’t hold back. "Have you lost your damn mind?" He’d ask bluntly, not sugar-coating it. He’d lay it all out, questioning what’s left of your self-worth if you go back to that coward. His words would be rough but they’d come from a place of concern, wanting you to see the reality. He wouldn’t just stop at words, though. Later, he'd find the guy and pin him against the wall, spitting out a dark promise, "If you even think of contacting her again, I’ll send you back to your mother in a casket."

Note: You're not weak or pathetic, you're strong enough to realise that you deserve better. Don't take him back, your feelings are not a charity. Find within you the dignity and self-worth that you posses cause no man has the right to make you feel that way. Please, choose yourself for once. Picture the child you once were, they don't deserve this. One day you will be loved so much that even the though of him will make you repulse, that is, if you even remember him. He's not worth your love, you are.

[sillygoosealert]

LET ME COOK NEOW..What if Bi Han witnessed readers death in the most horrible way but..HE WAKES UP AND READER IS FR LAYING THERE KNOCKED TF OUT😭BACK FACING HIM LFMAOAOA. Anyways Bi Han realizes he needs to be more ummm, loving so he holds reader close and they wake up and are like “you good🤨”

WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING

Hey, are you okay? (◦˘ З(◦'ںˉ◦)♡

RAHH ANGST, however.. there IS comfort this time 💕, description of gore n stuff

Bi-Han is walking into your shared room after an argument

You were standing in front of him just a minute ago, but when he walks into the room, gore is splattered everywhere

He runs over to your body, shaking you as he tries to put your intestines back into your opened stomach

They keep spilling out, every time he tries to look into your eyes they look away, they won't face him

Then when he looks back to your stomach- your organs are..gone?

They're missing, there is nothing left

He has taken all you are, there is nothing left

He tries to look at your face but he can't, it's deformed beyond reconciliation. It doesn't even look like you anymore

He wakes up, your back facing him as he dry heaves

You are snoring, drooling on your pillow, legs spread out as you continue to stay in your own world

Sweat is covering him, but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in

You wake up, to a very sweaty man shivering into you

‘What are you doing..?’

‘Please..please just give me a second..’ he's nuzzling into you, smelling you?

He calms down, keeping his head tucked into your neck

‘Bad dream?’ you are worried now, trying to pry yourself away

He pulls you back and grunts into your neck, so you stay like that for a little

Then he decides you won't die as soon as he lets go, so he retreats his arms and picks you up out of bed

Taking you with him, you dress together

Then he sits you down on the chair in front of the vanity and grabs a comb

‘What are you doing?’

‘Brushing your hair’

‘Why?’

Silence

‘I want to show you..my gratitude for your presence in my everyday life’

‘Why now?’

You think he's going to cry, he's slightly shaking, and he looks scared

‘Because I don't want your last memory of me to be of how much you hated me, and how you wish you were with another man. One that could keep you safe, that can provide for you better than I can…’

Now you're silent

But that's a pretty good reason, you think

‘Oh, yeah, you can brush my hair then..’

‘Okay..’

It’s awkward, and you don’t think he’s brushed someone else’s hair before

‘I can brush my own hair if you just want me to brush yours?’

‘I wanted to brush your hair, I want to be better to you’

You a take a breath, he's trying, for some reason..

‘Okay, take your time, thank you’

‘Okay..you’re welcome..’

It takes him a minute, but he gets out most of the tangles

Then you brush out his hair, giving him a man bun

‘This is..good..’

‘Thank you Grandmaster’

‘You are on a first-name basis with me now’

‘Oh, okay’

Wow, you've been upgraded

Throughout the day he makes an effort to make sure you are comfortable, and also near him

Then night creeps into the day, infecting it with its disease

You are both in bed, looking at each other

‘You were nice to me today’

‘I tried’

‘Thank you’

He says nothing, putting a hand on your shoulder

‘I had a dream..that I no longer had you in my life. It scared me, a lot.’

Oh

‘I won't be leaving you anytime soon Bi-Han, I promise’

‘Can you promise that?’

‘No, but I expect you to know I will try every day to come back to you’

‘Thank you..’

Of course, get some rest, we have another day together tomorrow..’

‘Goodnight..’

‘Goodnight Bi-Han..’

You fall asleep facing each other tonight,

This is SUPPOSED to be awkward and weird, but comforting, I hope that's how you felt 🎀

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Well... at lease we have Wandee & Stand-in?

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 4 of 12 - The geept is strong with this one AKA Yak CAN flirt. Wandee now knows he isn’t the only one with a crush on someone else. AND YET they are SO DAMN CUTE together. I do wonder sometime if Yak is running a counter con with Dee pretending to have a crush on Taem. Meanwhile, mad props on the HPV vax public service! Good for them!!! Now that's my kind of product placement. I do have a feeling the sad bit with these two is gonna be VERY sad and last longer than we like. 

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 eps - It’s a riveting show. Pleasant? No. Riveting? Yes. Tiny crumbs for Ming’s assistant. Joe is best boy. That is all. I LOVE this show.

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 16 - TOO MANY SOUND EFFECTS. Omg get your fingers off those buttons you computer wanking sound dude (you know it’s a dude) what tf do you think this is? Lovely Writer? Also, they left ALL their drinks! Can you not walk and drink at the same time in a BL? Meanwhile not much happened that hadn’t already happened AKA bit of a filler ep. That said, the friendship group stuff is glorious!!! Also this brand of super gentle flirting suits PondPhuwin better than any of their prior rolls. It reminds me of how much I think they suit a historical. There is a gentle dignity to these two. 

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 7 of 12 - I love how kindly the turn down was. But most of the dancing stuff was dull. I don’t know I just find the actor playing Kang pretty vacant of appeal I guess. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - As is not uncommon with JBL I’m being to get frustrated with Yuki the Uke. Sigh. I’m probably gonna stay that way for several episodes given the pacing of this show. 

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - Also frustrating. Willful misunderstanding. We got us some running of the gays but boy is this drawn out. 

Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 3-4 of 6 - The puppy is a bit too much sunshine innocent for me. And the professor is a bit creepy. I don't know, I'm not loving this one like I want to.

It's airing but...

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - mini series staring the I Will Knock You couple Tar & Bom, started but I couldn't find it. I also didn't try very hard.

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS. How?

OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 2 of 10 - yeah I can't find it.

In case you missed it

Crossing my fandoms moment, major Kpop blog ran the following: OMEGA X Hangyeom Talks Jazz For Two, Brotherhood, And More With KpopStarz

Tis the season of remakes? Both Addicted Heroin (August, my love!) and My Love Mix-Up (G4!) are coming from Thailand. I am very excited to see both. I love a Thai remake, often more than the original.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

VBL (Taiwan) is releasing 4 'Special Episode' epilogues to their 4 2023 shows every Friday this month on Gagaoolala, Viki & Viu. Not sure on search terms or how to find these. (Or, frankly, if we need them.)

5/10 – You Are Mine

5/17 – VIP Only

5/24 – Stay By My Side

5/31 – Anti Reset

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/30 Knock Knock Boys (Thai Thurs WeTV & Gaga) - I do love Best and I'm interested in seeing him in a new pairing. That said, I'm not wild about Seng. Still, this looks like a chaotic pulpy mess, I'm looking forward to wallowing in it one way or another.

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

All Wandee Gooday.

Icky no longer allows screen shots or there would have been a bunch from Stand-in.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity

@rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinate wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

There's these tricks, remember:

[shurisbathwater]

𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖨 . ☆

❝ 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂. ❞

Toxic!shuri x black fem! Reader

W a r n i n g s

smut

X t r a s

Filler again as I work on sum

T a g s :

@letitias-fav

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 called Shuri for the millionth time, just for no answer back. You knew she was seeing it all as she declined most of them. After you guys made up last time, she would only come home when once every two weeks or so. It was draining for you, but you also knew that she was getting her pleasure somewhere else though she claimed she ended it. You just missed your lover.

You knew that Shuri can be a compulsive liar even when she was in the wrong. You looked at the lunch you got for her sitting on the kitchen island. You pick it up and grab your car keys. You unlock your door and head to the parking garage.

"Griot, text shuri please." You commanded the ai. "Of course y/n." The robot replied.

You

I picked up some lunch, im otw

Shuri

No need

I'm not hungry

You

I'm already on the way

Shuri

Then turn around tf?

I dont need any distractions rn.

Yeah, she was definitely hiding something. What's going on? Instead of turning around, you continue to drive to the laboratory.

You turned up there in less than ten minutes. You open the car and ask Griot to lock it. It does what its told and you enter the big area.

You took the escalator up to her lab and walked up to the big glass doors. You open the door and look around for Shuri.

There she was, Shuri was at her desk probably writing a formula and something. "Hey." You take a seat at the other side of the desk.

She looks up from her paper and gives you a dirty look. "What did I tell you about coming at unwanted times?" She rolls her eyes as she said it. "I know but..I just missed you." You pouted. She sighs and her opens her mouth to reply- but before she could say anything her phone started ringing.

The contact name was 'Lab partner' . Shuri doesn't have a lab partner, she always likes to work independently. "You never told me about a lab partner?" You furrow your brows. "Dont worry about it." She says as she flips the phone over to its backside. "Pick up the phone? If its your lab partner." You look her dead in the eye.

"Pick up the phone shuri."

She looked away, irritated. "I said don't worry about it." She replies. "I'll be home early." She says , trying to change the subject .

"Mmh." You mumble as you get up from her seat. You leave the lunch on the table and make your way out of here.

Somethings up.

And you need to figure out what it is.

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-𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched your phone that was charging on the night stand, contemplating if you should just call or maybe she was being truthful. It was about to go to midnight, and yet you were up waiting for her. You put your hands in your lap for a second, until you realised you couldn't have self control this one time.

You called again.

And again.

You sigh out of frustration as you call one more time. Third times a charm, right? True- because she answered this time. "I thought you were coming home early." You speak into the phone.

"I am. Gimme like an hour." She grunts. "I cant take it baby." Someone moaned in the background. Your eyes widen as you decline the call out of shock and blink back tears. Here she was, lying to you again and again. But the funny thing is that she knows you'll come back every single time. You called Your friend Riri and she answered in less than a second.

"Do you mind if I come over, Riri?" Your voice cracks.

"Are you okay love? Of course you can come."

You get up from your bed and rushed out of your bedroom. You grabbed your car keys and headed out again.

Once you reached Riri's apartment, you knocked on the door softly. She answers the door quickly. You bite your lip as she looks at you with sad eyes. "Cmere." She puts her arm around you and walks you to the living room.

"And then she..she told me it was over and I actually believed her. I cant believe id let myself be so gullible, Riri." Your voice trembled. You put your head on her shoulder and she wraps her arm around you.

To be honest, you and Riri had a friends with benefits situation. You both wanted eachother but she respected you and Shuris relationship.

She looks at you with sad eyes.

"I'm going to do something i regret, but I dont care." Her brown eyes darken.

ᘛ ᘚ

"Shit, Riri." You breathed out as she gave you sloppy kisses on your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone. She opened your legs and started to rub the spot between your legs. You gasped out of pleasure."Please, Riri." You moaned. Suddenly your phone started to vibrate, and to your surprise it was Shuri.

"Answer." She commands as you grab your phone and answer.

"Where are you?" She asked. "I'm.." you bite your tongue to stiffle your moans. "What?" Riri starts to slip off your sweat pants slowly.

"I'll be home soon." You managed to get the sentence out.

A/n: ntm on the smut ik its ....Chile anyway hope u enjoyed!

[souichieatr]

spiderman! eren hcs

a/n: eren as spiderman bc i miss miles also might make this a series let me know!!!

- before eren gets his powers you guys are friends, friends who "make googly eyes at each other" quoting armin. hes too shy to actually make a move and you can never figure out what he's really thinking.

- he gets his powers when your class takes a trip to one of the biggest science labs ever, he gets invested in one of the machines and bumps into an employee who was carrying a box one of the radioactive spiders escaped and bit him.

- freaked tf out when he got a sudden pain on his hand and seeing a scary spider, he let out a yelp and slapped his hand to kill it not wanting to make a big deal bc you were there.

- the next day was rough, he was brushing his teeth and when he went to put his toothbrush down it stuck to his hand then when he finally got that unstuck his hand got stuck to the wall.

- later that day you and him were in the library you both happen to grab the same book your hands touching AND HIS HAND STUCK TO YOURS. he was soso embarrassed he was struggling so hard to get unstuck he said he had used superglue that day and it must still be some on his hands.

- he snuck into the research lab that night to try and figure out what exactly is happening with him, getting stuck on mostly everything and almost knocking everything over.

- he finally understands (a bit) what is happening and decides to test out all of his powers he goes to abandoned buildings and junkyards.

- he tells armin first about what happened to him, armin is the one who proposes the idea of becoming a vigilante and helps eren in designing a suit.

- this is when they tell mikasa and she helps them make the suit. mikasa compares eren to a spider and says he needs a web shooter and they get to WORK.

- the first time eren saves someone is when a women gets her purse snatched from her (soo cliche) and he tracks the guy down saving the day woo.

- the first time he saved you is when he's swinging around and he spots you walking home with a bag of groceries, youre walking across the street when a car comes full speed ignoring the red light. too fast for you to react he swoops in carrying you to the sidewalk.

"uh are you okay?" he says making his voice deeper coughing awkwardly. handing you the bag he took from you.

"thank you" you say quietly, still in shock.

- he was so nervous when he went to school the next day, are you okay? what if you figured out it was him? did you hate him for touching you?

- he was shocked when you were beaming telling your friends about the guy in a funny suit saved you, he overheard them asking if you were okay bc um thats scary?? but you brushed them off saying you were fine.

- his first really really bad guy got the police looking at him and the captain (your dad hehe) was nottttt pleased that there was a masked man with powers on the loose.

- eren asked you to the dance (finally) and he was so nervous was almost avoiding you the whole week leading up to it, he picked you up and officially met your dad (as eren yeager).

- eren was shocked the police captain was your father, they both greeted each other and your dad let eren in when your mother walked in introducing herself. on the news he saw himself (spiderman) swinging across the city and your dad went on a rant abt how he hated that guy.

"he's not a bad guy dad he saves lives just like you but he doesn't get paid" you say walking in waving to eren. he holds in his laugh at your comment defending spiderman.

"if hes a good guy why hide" your dad shoots back but before you could argue.

"oh hush picture time!" your mom says holding her phone up, shooing you go stand next to eren.

- at the dance a villain crashes in, you watch as eren runs into the hallway as everyone scatters to safety and spiderman appears.

"so you finally show up spiderman?" the villain says trying to grab him.

"you went through all this trouble for little old me, how could i not?" eren says throwing punches.

- eren does obtain the guy and waits until your dad gets there to greet him, you run up to where they both are thanking eren (spiderman) and you dad gives him a stiff nod taking the guy.

"we meet again."

"we do."

not proofread

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop [ELLIE W]

summary: the barista at the coffee shop has you in a grip. even though you hate coffee.

genre: fluff

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first time writing in a looonnngg time so sorry if its not that good! lmk if you want a part two <333

Coffee was disgusting. The bitter-tasting bean couldn't be covered up with even copious amounts of milk and sugar. You hated the way it hit your tongue, spreading over every single taste bud and lingering there. Your face pinched with every single splash of liquid. Dina rolled her eyes every time but you couldn't help it.

There were only two things that made you come back to the coffee shop day after day. The way it smelled was one of the two reasons. Even as a proclaimed coffee hater, you could admit the smell of the roasting beans was good.

The only other reason was the barista that was behind the counter. From the first day, Dina dragged you to this shop, your eyes were locked on the barista. She was in your opinion the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The way her hair fell over her face as she ground the coffee beans and steamed the milk was like a piece of art to you.

You wondered if this was a normal thing to do. To put yourself through what you considered mental torture just so you could glance at the barista every couple of minutes.

Dina knocked your leg under the table once again. You grabbed your cup to stop it from spilling, "Dude, you're staring. Again." You finally peel your eyes away from the auburn-haired barista to look at your friend.

"Is it obvious?" You whisper and she rolls her eyes. Her expression is going to get stuck like that one day.

She puts her pen down, stopping her studying to look at you with a pinched expression, "You remind me of a man right now. Staring at the poor girl just trying to do her job," You lean back in your chair, nibbling at your bottom lip, "We have come here for the past four days, in a row might I add, so you can stare at her. I have spent over 30 dollars in four days on coffee! Stop being a pussy and ask her for her number!" She stares at you, waiting for your reply.

You shake your head. What kind of person does she take you for? Surely she knows you well enough to know that asking someone out is one of the things you would rather die than do. Dina groans at your reaction, rubbing her fingers on her temples to soothe the oncoming headache.

"I, like," You start to explain your side to your friend who has her head rolled back with an exasperated expression pulled on her features, "What if she doesn't like girls?"

Dina suddenly cackles loudly at that, "She has a fucking forearm tattoo!" She noisily replied. The coffee shop patrons turn to look at your table. Dina just smiles at them.

You could crawl up and die.

You peer over your shoulder to see the barista looking at you two with an amused expression. When she catches your eyes she chuckles and goes back to steaming the cup of milk in front of her.

Dina doesn't look the slightest bit remorseful. She even looks a bit proud of herself, "Well, at least she knows we are talking about her now."

"I'm literally going to end your life."

---

You should've ended Dina's life when you threatened it a couple days ago. It could've saved you from facing the same coffee shop alone.

About 15 minutes ago you received a text message from your friend, one that you wish you didn't read until it was too late.

FROM. DI &lt;3 bought some coffee to-go but im studying sooooo hard rn… pick it up for me?

TO. DI &lt;3 no

FROM. DI &lt;3 please :( please :( please:(

please :(

Please.

PLEASEEEEE

TO. DI &lt;3 if i go get it will u shut tf up?

FROM. DI &lt;3 THANK U!!! btw it's under ur name so hot barista knows who u are hehe MWAH!!

You stood in front of the pickup area, fidgeting with your bracelet as you waited for the barista to make an appearance. You check your phone again to see it's been around 4 minutes since you arrived. There weren't any drinks on the mat so you could just grab and go, with no interaction at all. Sadly not. You began to wonder if the barista had decided to quit mid-shift as the minutes continuously went by with no view of her.

You turn around to look at the store hours on a sign sitting out front when the wooden floors creak behind you, "Oh?" You hear a voice.

You turn back around. It was her. Your heart felt like it was about to fall out at the sight of her. She had her auburn hair up in a half-bun and her t-shirt had rolled-up sleeves, showing off her sleek muscles. If you didn't know any better you would've thought you were having a heart attack from how your chest feels.

She looked at you with confusion plastered over her features, "Can I help you?" Her voice was the perfect mix of gravelly and deep. It was perfect. She was perfect in your eyes.

"Um," You scratch your arm nervously, "My friend said she put a to-go order in under my name."

Her laugh catches you off-guard. Your eyes shift around the small shop as you wait for her to explain her sudden onslaught of giggles. Tears prick the side of her eyes as she continues to laugh.

"Uh…" She calms down slightly, holding her stomach, "We don't do to-go orders. Your friend definitely lied to you about that but I can just take your order if you want me to?"

You really should kill Dina when the chance arises. Tonight does seem like a perfect night to become a murderer.

You snap out of your thoughts. Deciding to be a normal person, you reply with a smile, "Yeah… that works too," She motions you to come over to the register, "Can I just get a-"

She cuts you off, "Iced latte for you and an Americano for your friend?" She looks at your surprised face with a bashful smile, "I may not take the orders but I do make them and well… you and your friend have ordered the same thing the past four times. Now five."

You let out a small laugh, "We are both creatures of habit."

She nods, "Me as well," She licks her bottom lip, leaning on the counter, "What's the name of the order?"

She smiles as she gets your name, writing it down on the cups, "You have a pretty name. It will only take me a couple minutes to make these so you can sit if you want to."

You nod as she turns her back to you but you can't help but feel ecstatic at her calling your name pretty. Was this flirting? Or was this just normal conversation? God, this sort of stuff flew right over your head. The last time anyone said anything about you was pretty was when you first met Dina around four months ago. She said your hair was pretty as she sat down next to you in class. But this felt different. Maybe it's because of how undeniably you were attracted to this barista. It made your head spin as you went over the interaction a million different times.

Her calling your name out is the only thing that snaps you out of overthinking.

"Here you go," She hands you the drinks with a smile, "Hope they are good."

You take them, "They always are," She rubs the back of her neck at your words, "Thank you! See you later?"

Was that weird to say?

"Yeah, see you later."

Maybe not.

As you make your way out of the shop, you look down at your iced latte to take a sip when you notice black sharpie on the top.

In awful chicken scratch handwriting was the message of your dreams.

Call me? Ellie xx

With her number right beside her name.

Maybe Dina's shenanigans weren't always bad. She gets spared another day.

next part

[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/witchbaby300/pseuds/theblackestvalkyrie

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

[luringfantasy]

One by One pt.4/7

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine previous main masterlist

Warnings: a whole lot of negative self talk (orange), thighs, slight pet play?, I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part a)

You were absolutely at your limit, you messed up at work last week and spent this one facing the consequences, it was taking a toll on you. You just wanted to be a good employee, someone known for their credibility at work but it felt like everything was slipping from your hands. Why was it so difficult being good at something? You were trying, you were not lazy, yet things were not falling into place, it was frustrating! You just wanted to be a good… g-..

An idea popped into your mind, if you couldn’t be good at work, you could at least be good to Loki, you could be his good little girl.

You left your apartment making a move towards his floor. Wait, was this a good idea? You went there on Saturdays and today was not Saturday. What would he think of you? your problems were not his, you shouldn’t burden him with this. You stopped before knocking on his door re-evaluating your decision to come here, and decided against it, but as you turned around the door opened and Loki's hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him. 

He immediately moved your hair to the side, kissing your neck, making you putty in his hands. “Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait?” he whispered as he lightly bit your shoulder, making you moan in agreement. “Missed you Loki”. His tone was teasing but you said this with utmost sincerity, he paused for a moment taken aback by your display of emotions. wtf, what were you doing? why tf would you tell him that? This was the third time you came to his place, this was not a relationship, this was an arrangement where you were getting punished by him each week because you were too nosy!

No, this wasn’t good, you should leave and never show your face to him, punishments be damned. You started struggling trying to get out of his grip on you, but he wouldn’t budge. Why did you have to make everything go wrong? The thought of you messing up the only fun thing remaining in your life was enough to push you to your limits. tears sprang into your eyes, you stopped struggling against him, now fighting to hide your face, trying to ot show anymore emotions. 

You knew Loki would push you away now, who would want some random person to come to their apartment and cry. and Loki did exactly the same. He let you go, without looking at you, and sat on his couch. you messed up, you need to leave, but the door wouldn’t budge, wow, you didn’t even know how to open a door now, how pathetic!

With the little courage you could gather you voice your concern, “Loki, can you plea- the door won’t open, can you help me?” 

“The door won’t open because I don’t want it to darling. who said you could leave” he said in a teasing tone, but as you turned around to look at him, you couldn’t find a trace of mischief in his expressions, he looked.. concerned?

But as soon as you thought that, his face turned stoic, devoid of any emotion. Maybe it was your imagination. You are a little confused but the look Loki is giving you has turned feral. He is giving you the bedroom eyes. You just stan at the door awkwardly while Loki relaxes into the couch, sitting with his legs spread wide, looking you up and down, analyzing you. 

After a few moments of silence, he commands “Crawl”. You are taken aback by it, so he nudges you a little more, “on your hands and knees pet, be good and crawl to me.” .. be good, yes you wanted to be good, that is the only thing you could do, here's the only place where you could be good, everywhere else you were just useless, you -- “NOW.” Loki's voice cuts through the one inside your head and you immediately obey him. 

Getting on your hands and knees, the hard and cold marble flooring makes it difficult for you knees, but when you get to the carpet, the thick fiber digs into your skin and somehow you prefer the cold marble. But you obeyed Loki and kept crawling to him. You stop near his feet, just shy of touching him, just out of his reach. But he makes a come hither motion with his finger and urges you to come closer to him. Making you sit on your knees between his wide thighs, you knew that if he wished he could crush you to death between them, he was very strong, his thighs were too, but you reminded yourself that you were safe with him. 

You sat there in silence, and then you sat there in silence some more and then some more. Loki was now sitting with his head tilted back, relaxing his muscles keeping his eyes closed. So you sat there. After a while he moved, to pull on his hair groaning in mild pleasure, and you sat there. In a few minutes it seemed like Loki had fallen asleep, and since you didn't want to be bad, didn’t want to disturb him, you sat there for some more time.

During this time, you get more and more impatient and the skin on your knees begging you to not put so much pressure on them. You decided to get Loki’s attention by moving your hand up and down his thigh. But he didn’t wake up immediately. You moved your hand to touch his inner thigh, assuming that touching a more sensitive part of his body would help you get his attention and boy, you didn’t know the attention you were about to get {author note: dear dear, we all know what kind of attention we are talking about here, this is just a figure of speech. speaking of figures, you gotta take care of yours, please go drink water, love you}

ps: all smut in part 4b next

I AM SO SO SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT BEEN POSTING ANYTHING HERE, THANK YOU FOR LIKES AND REBLOGS, MADE ME LOOK FORWARD TO WRITING MORE 💚

TAGLIST: @lokixryss @alyeskathewave @ladymischief11 @tukes @yelkmelk @crimson25

[littledollll]

Hellooooo, before I request anything I just wanted to let you know that your stories are super duper comforting. I get so excited when I see that you've posted, and I especially love re-reading your works when I'm feeling sick, or little or sad or you know...✨️other things✨️

I was reading up on Lucifer (The Sandman's) Wiki page, but the comic version, and I read that Lucifer can choose a soul's destination, and they killed someone by their own will, so that they'd be free from (I think) a demon's service.

Soooo I was wondering if I could request Lucifer x fem reader? They're in love but reader is a mortal, so they beg Luci to kill them so that 1) they can be free from this shitty world but also 2) so that they can be together.

And maybe Luci has to think of the nicest way they can kill their lover? Lots of comfort and angst please hehe. Also I hope this makes sense <333

-🧸 anon

Our forever

Lucifer x human!reader

a/n: random 2am writing motivation I’ve gotten 3 fics DONE ima see what else I can do until I knock tf out☝️

Warning: talk about death, like so much of it, like it’s basically the whole fic. Slight arguing but it’s bc they love eachother awww

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“What?” The look on Lucifer’s face was of disbelief, truly they looked at you as if you were insane to even bring up the idea.

“There’s only so much time you can spend in the waking, and I have nothing here Lucifer. No reason to stay. So- kill me, we found a way to be together forever. You wouldn’t have to leave your realm constantly, I wouldn’t miss you so much, we could have so much time.”

Still, Lucifer looked anything but convinced.

“I’m gonna die anyways! I would preferred not having to wait like 80 years just so I can freely be with you.” You were stubborn but so are they. “Then wait. Why, why do you so freely wish to give up your life for Hell. What’s another 80 years if I’ll have an eternity with you by the end of it.”

“Wont I be like super old? You want to be with a super old me? I certainly don’t want to look any older than I am now for the rest of eternity, thank you!” That was a poor argument, you knew that. But you felt as if this was actually becoming an argument and you sure as hell didn’t want that to be the case.

“I can’t do that.” They quietly replied, hands coming up to cup your face. “Fuck the laws, since when are you anything but rebellious!” You were so set on this idea. Lucifer sighed, they almost looked, sad? “I don’t care about the laws. I care about you, much more than anything else, much more than I’d usually feel comfortable admitting. My darling, I can’t kill you.”

Sure you’ve been together for years, you know how you feel about eachother you know they love you more than anything. But hearing that admission, basically a confession- so openly made you pause. What are you even supposed to say after that?

“You die and then what? You just leave your whole life behind, quite literally. You simply move to hell? What comes after? What are your expectations, what do you want from this?” Being alive for so many eons you’d guess it’s impossible to stop thinking about the future, about any and all possibilities.

“Nothing! I just want to be with you. I don’t care what i have to go through or have to get used to once I’m there. I just want to be with you why is that so difficult to understand?” Why don’t 𝙮𝙤𝙪 understand.

“Hell isn’t me. You need to understand that, it’s not a book trope, it’s not a person who softens up to you. It’s a place meant for sin, judgment and punishment. Hell is not fun, it’s freezing, it smells of sulfur and smoke, there is no such thing as peace and quiet there. I can keep you sheltered inside the walls of my castle. Outside of that, it is just hell.”

“Then I’ll stay by your side, inside the castle, and I’ll learn. Id only have so many years to learn how to live there after all.” You’re not letting this go until they give in or the day you naturally die and they know that.

You knew their mind was running through every little detail of how this could work, of how they’d find the strength to actually kill you, how you could be by their side, how hell could actually be your home.

“Is this truly what would please you?” They searched your eyes for any hesitation, for doubt, but they couldn’t find any. “To start Our forever now? More than anything. I have nothing here to will hold me back, I have a home when I’m with you, Lucifer.”

Lucifer sighed, arms wrapping around you once again. “I, I will find a way, if you truly insist. I will ensure your comfort, that you are to die quickly and painlessly, and when you wake it will be in the safety of my arms.”

“I couldn’t dream of anything better!” You were visibly giddy now that you got your way. “Peculiar little being. Nobody has ever been this excited about death or hell.”

You giggled and spoke proudly, “Death is a friend, and the lord of hell is my lover, I wouldn’t expect to be called anything but peculiar.”

Was it a terrifying idea to Lucifer? Definitely. No argument there. But seeing how you practically lit up when Lucifer complied maybe made it all worth it.

[nahoyasbabymami]

Tokyo Revengers x Mean!Black!Reader

NAHOYA KAWATA SMILEY

Loves being mean too you

Will throw an insult at you any second of the day (doesn’t mean it tho)

Loves watching you fight

Hey how about you try fighting him but ignore how his blush gets darker with every hit that connects

Absolutely loves watching you fight

Please be mean too him he loves fighting with you

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch you’d have more friends-”

Was not expecting a punch too his face and you calling him a punk but….he deff didn’t hate it

Is he blushing?? or is that just blood from the bruises you gave him from the last time yall fought

Everytime your mean too him he’ll be twice as mean back

SOUYA KAWATA ANGRY

Don’t he will cry (do it.)

“what was that for?” STOPPP HES POUTING

You can throw a few insults at him sometimes, just not too much mkay?

He can deff take it he’s heard worse buttt do be prepaired to atleast get knocked upside your head

He likes watching you fight but does get really worried so make sure you let him know you still aight

Don’t even try too fight him he’ll refuse immediately

He blushes hella alot when looking at you so just ignore tht

“What the fuck is you lookin at me for?”

“didn’t wanna look atchu anyway...” i just wanna-

STOP BEING SO MEAN LOOK AT HIMM

MANJIRO SANO MIKEY

What the fuck did he do?

“You don’t have too be such a bitch”

Why was you fist flying at his face? He was just being honest

He thinks your interesting, let him watch you fight

He was glad your in the gang, the way you never let anyone close too you was cool tbh

Forces you too buy him food

“Now why would i buy yo shortass food??”

Ok. Yall are deff fighting

Keep talkin shit and he might actuall start throwin hands

You don’t give a fuck though you still gon say what u gotta say

KEN RYUGUJI DRAKEN

Oh god not another one

He doesn’t have the patience or time for this

He already has too deak with Mikey and Keisuke why you two?

Say sum slick again and you WILL be dealt with

“If you mutter somethin else under your breath-”

Did you just kick him? Was that a joke? that didn’t even hurt get a grip

Atp he’s ignoring you now hes so sick and tired someone get this nigga sum weed or sumthin

Stop getting jumped everywhere you go he doesnt have time for this (he’ll still do it  tho)

He thinks the way you fight is cool ig (kick him again yall gon fight)

BAJI KEISUKE

Tf was you starin at him like that for? what he do? you wanna fight?

“Your lucky we at a meeting”

“Fuck you and this meeting”

Clench yo fuckin teeth and put them hands up, cuz yall finna fight

Now both of yall in trouble this is yo fault btw

He thinks you trynna be him

You always trynna fight him and you ALWAYS GET YO SHIT ROCKED GIVE IT UPP

He still gon fight you though

Come by the dojo so he can teach you sum..you dont gotta go just because he asked though..(BITCH GO)

He wants too get closer too you in his own lil way, like kicking your ass at the Dojo.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

Now he’s crying. What the fuck is wrong witchu

He knows your joking but it still kinda hurts his feelings so chill the fuck out

Now hes side eyeing you

“What i do?”

YOUR HEART

Now you gotta walk away look at what you’ve done

“Shut the fuck up” HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING STOP THIS

He can’t tell if your mean or if you have trouble talking too people

He’s still gonna be with you though

Never leavin your side cuz yall locked in

[silverraes]

10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

big thank you to @buddhamethods for starting this. I thought it sounded like a fun idea and just had to participate because I have Opinions™ :)

I am hitting some of these characters with only the best intentions and some of them out of pure spite

1) Shin (Bake Me Please)

if you've seen me post about this show or if you've seen it yourself, you know exactly why this guy is on here and also why he's the main reason why I just had to join in on this trend

square up, Shin, I'm hitting you with my car for all that bs and also to help with your character development a little <3

(I didn't find a fitting gif so have a pic as a great summary for why he's on here instead)

2) Way (Pit Babe)

listen I love him. after all if evil why pretty? but he's also a b*tch and he deserves to get hit by a car a little. as a treat. he's my pathetic little meow meow and I love to see him suffer (affectionate) <3

I'm also doing this as a public service so that Babe and Charlie can stay in their weird mama & papa boyfriends era without Way pulling his mind fuckery tricks on Babe

3) Kim (Kinnporsche)

hitting him with my car very lovingly simply bc he made Chay sad and we can't have that. maybe a little car accident can get him to actually admit that he's head over heels in love.

(and also because this man is way too pretty and I need to confirm that he's actually human)

4) Top (Only Friends)

listen. I believe that all of the Only Friends characters deserve to get hit by a car a little. all of them. but this man dared to say that he was serious and then went ahead and slept with someone else so. there's that.

5) Xue Yang (The Untamed/MDZS)

the most evil fucker for absolutely no reason. completely irredeemable. has the world's worst reason for being evil. I love him so much.

this guy is so fucked up that he managed to spend 3 years being all domestic with his nemesis only to realize that he actually developed feelings for him after he had already caused his death

there is absolutely no way to fix him but I'm still hitting him with my car for the amount of emotional damage he caused me with those god damn pieces of candy

6) Akk (The Eclipse)

I love him to bits and that is exactly why I'm knocking him tf out. very lovingly and rather softly but enough to give him some time off. because he deserves a break from all of the absolutely godawful authority figures in his life and what they're putting him through

7) August (Last Twilight)

this fucking b*tch.

I don't think I need to explain why I'm coming at him full speed. this is an act of public service, your honor, I'm doing nothing wrong.

8) Phee (Dead Friend Forever)

okay I know we've only had him for one single episode but this man is already stressing me out with the way he just threw away his cigarette bud in the middle of a god damn forest. sir what are you doing.

I'm only preserving the environment by hitting him with my car and getting him out of that forest, really

(also I can't pinpoint why but this guy is sus af and I don't trust him)

(the scene of crime, your honor)

9) Sprite & Zee's mom (Twins)

after @buddhamethods already took care of Zee (thank you for your service), I am volunteering to take out their mom. this woman needs the world's biggest wake-up call and since her own damn son ending up in a hospital didn't seem to do the trick, maybe herself ending up there will help

10) GramBlack double feature (Not Me)

the absolute audacity of these men to not be in love? after all of that?? I'm hitting them with my car because maybe ending up in hospital beds next to each other will finally get someone to admit that that G did not stand for Eugene what the actual fuck

(listen there are barely any scenes with actual Black and Gram together I'm working with the smallest of crumbs here bear with me)

tagging all of my moots. all of you. if you consider me your mutual, consider yourself tagged.

[secretwriterpp]

Interrogation

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader x Dave York (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. An old partner is coming back to haunt Frankie.

This is very violent, I don’t know where it came from, but I had to write it. It’s not for everyone , please read the warnings before reading.

Please reblog and comment!!! I’m also open to suggestions for a part 2. The aftermath.

WARNINGS: Major Warnings!!! Please do not interact if any of this is a trigger to you: Graphic depiction of GRAPE. Violence, torture, verbal and psychological abuse, cursing, blood (loads of it) blood kink, knifes, guns and DEATH.

{Masterlist}. {Chapter2}

The days spent with Frankie and Santi were good. You took care of each other. Frankie was always so sweet with you. You knew he was in love with you, but you wanted him to make the move , but he didn’t. Santi told you it was because he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. Which was bullshit, you had similar past, both military , both going on questionable top secret missions, both killing more people than you would admit to. If he wasn’t good enough , you weren’t either.

That night , Santi was going out at a local bar with his new conquest. He wasn’t supposed to leave the safe house , but he couldn’t stay at one place for too long. You and Frankie fell asleep watching a movie. All night long you hoped he would get up and sit next to you. It was so absurd that he wouldn’t do it. You two were perfectly comfortable with each other, he only had to take the last step. He was only wearing boxer shorts and you were rocking one of Benny’s oversized t-shirt over your panties. It would be so easy to just straddle him and kiss him, but you wanted to be chased. So here you were, both dreaming of the other on your respective side of the couch. You were dreaming about him, swimming in your childhood pool. You were next to him, in your skimpiest bikini and that’s when you felt something grab your hair and pull you out of the water. But that part wasn’t in your dream.

You opened your eyes , you were face down on the floor with someone’s foot between your shoulder blades. Frankie was knocked out not far away from you. A guy all dressed in black brought one of the chair from the kitchen next to him. The man kicked his ribs.

- Catfish! Time to wake up.

He knows him, you thought.

Frankie opened his eyes and instantly tried to get up.

- Calm down my friend , you have two guns pointing at you, plus your little girlfriend is in a bad position too.

Frankie recognize the voice of the man who was pointing a gun at him.

- York? What the fuck ?

Dave York used to be his partner in some other missions he did before he met you and the guys. He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of him. He thought the guy was dead , he even went to his funerals.

- Yeah, I’m alive. What’s more undercover than a ghost, right? I’m here for you and for your partners. The Millers and Santiago. If you tell me where I can find them, I can let you live. Damn Cat, I can even give you a very profitable job if you agree to die like I did.

Frankie scuffed, disgusted by the offer.

- No way Dave, I’m not telling you where they are.

- Alright then, you know the drill. Sorry it has to go this way.

The man asked Frankie to sit on the chair, when he refused , he shot his left knee. Frankie let a small grunt escape his lips, not letting Dave see any weakness in him.

The other man grabbed you by your arm and lifted you from the ground. He was tall and strong. He locked the cuffs on your wrists in front of you instead of in your back. You then knew he had no idea who you were. He probably thought you were just Frankie’s girlfriend, good, you have an advantage. He told you to sit down on the couch pointing a gun at you.

Dave threaten to put a bullet in your knee too if Frankie did not cooperate. He looked at you before sitting on the chair. You both knew Pope was gonna be back soon enough, you just had to endure and survive Dave’s interrogation.

Dave taped Frankie to the chair. So much fucking duck tape. He knew his old partner was strong , he had to be sure he wouldn’t be able to move. He pushed the chair to the kitchen and the other guy shoved you on another chair , facing Frankie from only a few feet away. For the first part of the interrogation, he mostly threw punches at Frankie. He had a busted lip, a split eyebrow and swollen cheekbones , but Frankie was still laughing at his long lost friend attempt at making him talk. He was sore from all the punch to his stomach and chest, he felt weak from the blood loss, but he would never tell where his friends were, he was willing to die for them if he had to.

Dave was starting to get impatient, he was screaming and had his gun pointed at Frankie’s face, inches from his forehead. It felt like he was on the edge of giving up and just kill him out of frustration. In seconds, you made a decision, deep down you knew he wouldn’t shoot him, he needed him for information, but you couldn’t just sit there and hope that you were right. You got up quickly and charged him with all your might, trying to take the gun away from his hands, but you failed. He dropped the gun on the floor and it slid somewhere in the kitchen.

Dave was pissed , he grabbed you by the waist and threw you on the floor , you landed hard on your hands and knees. Immediately, you tried to find the lost weapon but it was dark and you couldn’t see it.

The second guy who was standing in the corner pointed his gun at you but Dave lifted his hand to signal him to stop.

You’re still frantically looking for the damn weapon when the air is knocked out of your lungs , you heard Frankie warn you, but you were so desperate that you didn’t listen to him. Dave’s foot cracked your ribs , you fell on your side crying in pain.

He pushed you over so you are now lying on your back. He grabbed the cuffs by the metal link and dragged you near the kitchen table. You tried to sit up, but he holds you by the throat and slams you back on the hardwood floor. Your head is spinning from the impact. You feel his weight on you, he is straddling you , your eyes are watering , he takes both your wrists in his hands, brings them to your throat and use the cuff’s chain to choke you. Pressing your own hands on each side of your face to suffocate you.

You buck your hips up in a desperate attempt to push him off but he is too heavy and you are too weak to fight harder.

The metal is digging into your skin , the links of the chain are twisting and biting into the skin of your neck , probably taking little chunk of skin as they move. The position is leaving less and less space for air to pass through your trachea to your lungs , you feel your mind spin and your vision blur. You could hear Frankie beg Dave to stop.

- Stop, stop, I’m gonna tell you where they are . Please don’t hurt her.

Dave takes some pressure off of you. You took many deep and distressed breaths, not really listening to what Dave was saying. Slowly, he is backing away from you, looking at Frankie with a wicked grin on his face .

- You’re gonna talk now Catfish? Your little girlfriend here is very brave , is she willing to suffer for you, to die for you, what do you think?

The second guy was getting closer to Frankie , closer to you, what is he doing? Dave still had your wrists in his hands , but now the space between the two of you was just enough so you could make a move. You used all the strength you had left to sit up and headbutt him on the nose as hard as you could . He wasn’t ready for that, you completely took him by surprise. He left his grip on you to hold his face in his hands. You bent down and grabbed the knife strapped on his right side , quickly stabbed him in his thigh then threw the knife at the other guy, full force. The knife flew straight into his left eye, the guy fell right behind the chair where Frankie was ducktapped.

Dave was still on top of you, cursing and screaming in pain and rage.

-You fucking cunt !

He was enraged. You tried to push him off again, but he was sitting with his full weight on your hips. He punched your jaw and took his belt off in one swift move, you panicked , he could see it in your eyes. He smirked at you and then turned to wink at Frankie. He used his belt to strapped you to the kitchen table leg . He looped it between your hands and then around the cuffs and the table leg. You were relieved when he got off of you. He got up , grunting from the pain you inflicted on him. You couldn’t help but smile.

- Okay Morales , she’s not just your girlfriend, she knows what she’s doing. She’s military too? My mistake, I thought she was just an hopeless little girl who I could use to make you talk.

- Fuck you Dave. We won’t tell you where they are.

Dave smiled then leaned over his partner’s body to retrieve the knife from his bludgeoned face.

- Oh yes you will Frankie.

Dave cleaned the blood from the knife on his pants, while looking at you with dark eyes.

-This hurt baby, why do you hate me so much? He said almost in a playful tone, pointing at the bloody hole in his thigh.

Dave grabbed the hem of his long sleeved shirt and took it off. Leaving him wearing only a white tank. He ripped one of the sleeve off to tie it around his leg to stop the bleeding.

Dave came closer to you , you tried to kick him , but he was in a position of power. He grabbed your right ankle and forced it back to the ground, he took the knife he just placed in his pocket , lifted his armed hand in the air , making sure your eyes were following his every move and stabbed you with all his strength at the same place you stabbed him earlier. You don’t think you ever screamed that loud. The pain was excruciating. On his knees next to you, he held the the knife there , putting as much pressure as he could :

-Talk you fucking bitch, where are they!?

You were on the edge of losing conscience, you couldn’t answer him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head but Dave slapped your face so you wouldn’t leave and concentrate on him again.

-Talk!!!

-Fuck you ! you mumbled at him defiantly.

He turned his head to look at Frankie who was spitting every curse words he knew in English and in Spanish.

- You don’t want me to wreck her other leg , don’t you Frankie boy?

Before he could even open his mouth you interrupted him:

- Don’t you fucking talk Francisco!

- Francisco? Ain’t that sweet.

Dave took the knife out of your leg and sat back on his heels. The blood from your wound starting to ooze rapidly around your limb. He took his ripped shirt and tear the remaining sleeve apart.

- You know , Francisco, I love it when there is a tough women in this type of hostage slash interrogation situation.

He held your leg and wrapped the piece of fabric around your thigh, tied it tight to slow the bleeding down.

- Most women would say that they would rather die , you know. They did research about it. I think this one would rather die , look at her.

You were breathing fast, your heart beating even faster. You didn’t know what to do , you couldn’t come up with a plan. You were lightheaded and tired. You looked at Frankie, tears in your eyes. He looked desperate too. He was fighting against this chair this whole time, but he couldn’t get free. Frankie could read your eyes like a book, you were ready to die , it was your time.

Dave stood straight on his knees and reached for the zipper of his pants and slid it down. He pushed your legs open , with his knees. Your eyes widened. The air got caught in your throat. That’s not where you thought it was going. He was supposed to kill you.

- No, no , don’t , please.

You could only whisper the words , the rest of your body was paralyzed. Being a women in your field , you knew it was always a possibility , but you always managed to prevent it to happen.

- So , baby, tell me , would you rather die?

- Hijo de puta, don’t you fucking touch her!

His hands were slowly sliding from your knees down your bare thighs to your hips. His left hand was dragging all the blood from your wound down your leg. Both hands on your hips he pulled you harshly towards him, making your arms stretched completely above your head , still cuffed at the table leg. He took the knife again.

- Pope is coming back soon, he’s in town. The brothers are in Colombia on a mission. Stop York! Please!

He slipped the knife under you panties from the side, you felt the sharp edge of it run through your pubic hair. He turn the blade towards him and cut the fabric easily. You closed your eyes , dissociating. Tears rippling down your cheeks. You couldn’t be present for this , you had to leave.

- It’s too late for that Catfish. Now you’re gonna watch me fuck her and slit her throat when I’m done.

Dave bent down over you, took his cock in his right hand and slid his tip between your folds. You were not ready for him. He wiped some blood from your thigh and used it as a lubricant, running his fingers up and town your pussy. He pushed two fingers inside you , you gasped , you felt like puking, you squeezed your eyes harder, as if you would be further away if you did. You felt his fingers leave you and then he was inside you. In your mind everything was dark, you couldn’t see , you couldn’t hear, you wish you couldn’t feel. Your head was buzzing, only a ringing sound filling your brain like when a bomb detonates too close to you.

With every rough thrust he pushed inside you, your body slid further and further on the bloody slippery floor until your head banged on the leg of the table. The edge of the wood furniture scraping the right side of your face and landing on your shoulder. Each following thrust pushed your shoulder harder against the table. Your hands were now able to move over your head , you ran them everywhere you could in the desperate hope to find something , anything , that could help you.

- Frankie! He said laughing. She’s so (thrust) fucking (thrust) tight(thrust).

The noice Dave was making made you sick, grunting and moaning. He grabbed your face , leaving his bloody handprint on you.

- Look at me baby.

You didn’t, still focused on finding your way out. He slapped your face hard . You opened your eyes for a brief moment , he was smiling. You shut them back , trying to go back to the dark empty space in your mind that made it a little less unbearable. He slapped you again, snapping his hips even harder into you with a loud grunt. He turned again to talk to Frankie:

- She’s stubborn, I like it.

That’s when you touched it. The feeling of cold metal on the back of your hand. You grabbed the weapon , the safety was already removed, you just had to aim. You twisted your body and your arms to have a better angle. Before he could realized what was going on under him, you shot him in the neck. His blood was spurting everywhere , mixing with your own on the kitchen floor. You felt his cock go soft inside you and he fell half unconscious to your right, between you and Frankie. You dragged the table closer to you with your arms and turned on your knees, you got half up and pushed the table up with your back so you could free yourself from it. Dave rolled on his back, holding his throat, it sounded like he was trying to say something but all you could hear was the gurgling sound of his blood coming up in his mouth.

You looked at him and you snapped , you took the knife he left on the ground , you straddle him and you stabbed him in the chest. You stabbed and stabbed and stabbed , screaming , guttural screams from deep down your core. You only stopped when you were too tired to continue, the ringing sound still filling you entirely. Your breathing slowed down and you could hear Frankie talk to you in a soft voice.

- Hey, y/n , look at me.

He was trying not to cry , but he couldn’t control it. What happened was horrific and he couldn’t stop his tears, he was shaking under the tape that was holding him. You looked at him, but not really, you looked through him, without any expression.

- Y/n , please, free me from this chair.

You reached for Dave’s pockets, found the keys to your restraints and freed yourself first. You took the slippery knife and got up, stepping barefoot in the pool of blood around you. You walked behind Frankie , stepping over the first men you killed that night and totally forgot about. You used the knife to cut all the layers of tape that were covering Frankie’s hands and arms. As soon as his hands were free he told you to give him the knife. He then proceeded to cut the tape around both his legs.

You were standing there, fixing the window , looking at the parking lot outside the safe house. Dave’s truck was there. Then Santiago’s truck stopped right behind it.

- I need to shower. That’s all you could think about.

Santi opened the door in panic. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands in horror.

- What the fuck happened ?

You just turned around and went upstairs to take a shower. Frankie was still trying to get out of the chair. Santiago couldn’t believe the state of the kitchen. He was worried for you , but he didn’t know what to do. He looked at his friend, but he didn’t know either.

{Chapter 2}