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Release the Sky~

for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

“You only mad cause your fav character died” no, the ending was garbage and poorly written, rushed and threw all that amazingy built story to the trash. Dabi dying hurts, but what I’m more mad about is the way his death was utterly meaningless, the way his bonding with his family never focused on HIM but focused more at Endeavor and his atonement, how we were never shown a decent chapter to end the Todoroki family arc, nothing but only Endeavor’s sorry ass being supported and forgiven by his family (except my goat Natsuo). How we are shown so little of the society actually changing, and this series was about how everyone can be saved yet all the villains (who were abused victims of this society) died and never got justice.

His death makes me angry of course. But even angrier, the way all of this was so so poorly executed, it’s like the author got lazy, wrote 5 chapters and just called it a day. Disappointing

What I think Dabi did for money when he was homeless.

When he ran away from the facility AFO had him in, he would hussle old ladys would of money. He would do this by useing his scars and face that he was homeless and very sick and needed to go to the doctor. After he got older that trick didnt work anymore so when he was training his quirk. To see what changes happened to him from AFO. He tryed his hand a petty theft. he never got coaght and ended up stoping when people didnt want to work with him because of how his quirk burned him and was to unpredictable. Much like his personailty. When his scars got really bad he tryed his hand at scaring people out of money that worked for a good while and got him a good bit of cash. But what really got him money was when he was before the LOV when he was 20 or so. Dabi found out that rich mutant lovers would pay to sleep with him.

SHOUTO DUMP!!!!!!🍰🩷🩵

Mourning

A crying child

An enraged adult

Beaten and bruised

Traumatized

You can hide your face away

But it won’t help

You won’t heal

At this point, do you even care?

You beautiful, broken man

An empty husk

Drowning in your own chaotic misery

You’re ruined 

The world will pay for what it did to you

All The Better To Eat You With

Kinktober 2022 - Day 1: Predator/Prey with Doctor Stephen Strange

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After seeing you wearing the Cloak Of Levitation, Stephen wants to play Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - roleplay, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, rough sex, biting, oral sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, costume kink, innocence kink

It started as a joke. It was around Halloween and you were trying to figure out a costume. You were joking that if he just let you borrow the Cloak Of Levitation you could be Little Red Riding Hood. The Cloak flew onto your shoulders happily and you posed as you batted your eyelashes animatedly. Well now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about you, all innocent and sweet, with him as the Big Bad Wolf. 

So he bought you a little present. A short skimpy red and white checkered dress with a matching red cloak. He also found the red spike heels and pair of white thigh high stockings you wore with your naughty nurse outfit. He then laid it all out on the bed with a note and waited for you to find it. The only thing he wrote on the note was “Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?”

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Ominous mists || POV Bucky Barnes

Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn’t sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.

Warnings: None at this point.

Words: 548

Authors: Beast

A/N: I’ve decided to create my first Bucky’s POV story, hope y'all enjoy it.

“Who do you think you are?” Asks the voice deep inside his head.

I don’t know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they’re glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.

The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn’t mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.

He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.

Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.

“You’re nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed,” voice is getting louder and louder with every second.

SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You’re not real.

This time, however, the voice doesn’t seem to disappear. “Murderer. You’ve killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?

He gets up from the ground and hits the tree’s trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn’t pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.

But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You’re nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don’t ya worry, they’re coming for ya.”

He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He’s afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter’s trap. Are THEY really coming after him???

“Are you okay, sir?” An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. “Do you need help?”

He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.

“MURDERER.” The voice keeps humming. “MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!”

He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn’t care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn’t know anymore if he’s a human being whether a machine without emotions.

But there’s a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn’t recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.

“… till the end of the line…”

At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way…

Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.

MY NAME IS BUCKY BARNES!!!

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