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cupidsyndrome · 2 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ME AND MR WOLF.

🏹 MURDER, FALSE ROMANCE. 985 WORDS. 💌 nothing worse than a wolf in disguise. careful not to be fooled. 🩷 cw. human!alastor. suggestive. straight up murder. alastor needs his own warning.

freshly moved from the countryside, it’s easy to feel oh-so out of place here– amidst the dimly lit speakeasy that your friend has been urging you to go to. you vaguely remember hearing the song it’s a sin to tell a lie some time ago over the radio: this time, it’s live. you can feel each chord reverberating in your very own body, heart playing along the beat. humming along to it as your eyes desperately search for your friend that seemed to have disappeared– the smoke lingering in the air makes it hard to see, to even breathe.

a couple making their way out bump into you, sending you stumbling towards someone. to keep your balance, your hands instinctively find their way to the stranger’s chest– it’s an awkward situation, to say the least, and the way his gaze drops to your hands with annoyance makes you want to bury yourself 6 feet under.

“my apologies,” you try, stammering.

the stranger seemed more relaxed at that, eyeing you up and down without a care in the world.

“no need, sugar.”

you frown at that– something about his voice felt familiar, “i think i know you.”

his face falls at that. uncertainty tainting his face as one his eyes twitches. have you done something wrong ? the atmosphere feels suffocating as you struggle to find the words to explain yourself– he doesn’t bother helping either, hard gaze stuck on you.

“i.. i must apologise again, sir. knowing would’ve been the wrong word. i’m a listener of your shows.”

a scoff.

then, a full-on laugh.

as the sound of his laughter fills the air, mingling with the lingering notes of the jazz band– your stomach churns, something akin to feeling butterflies. it's a warm, rich sound that washes over you, momentarily easing the tension that hangs between the two of you. his laugh attracts the dirty looks of a few other customers– he doesn’t mind it.

“well, darlin’,” he muses, a playful twinkle in his eyes, “if you’re a fan, then i reckon we’re practically ol’ pals !”

the night went on, with the stranger– alastor, you’ve learned– never leaving your side. the hours slipping away in a haze of laughter and shared drinks. the once-crowded room now dwindled as patrons found themselves wandering into the moonlit streets. with the fading strains of down hearted blues, an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. would you ever have the chance to meet him again after tonight ? would he even wish to ?

but alastor seems to be more understanding of your silent dilemma than what you would’ve thought. he leans close, lips brushing against your cheek– velvety voice making you an offer. and so, you push your doubts to the side, eagerly nodding to accept.

on the walk to your house, his hand finds your waist, keeping you close to him. it’s comforting, and you start to think that you could get used to this, someday.

[...]

you tell him to make himself home and he does, oh-so effortlessly. as his coat gets tossed somewhere on your couch– he rolls off his sleeves, forearms adorned with lengthy scars that makes your face twist in worry for him.

“goodness, alastor! those must’ve hurt.”

he offers you a smile, gloved hand twirling a strand of your hair.

“you should be worryin’ for yourself, cher.”

the term catches you off guard, and a blush blooms across your cheeks, the warmth spreading like wildfire. it catches you so off guard that your mind won’t even try to comprehend his words. there’s red signs flashing through your mind but you don’t pay attention to any of them as you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the man standing before you. he’s too charming for his own good, you think– even worse so for yours.

“what’re you thinkin’ about ? focus on me.”

as your back hits the wall, you stumble over your words. he’s close– too close for this to be considered respectable between two strangers. his left hand is on the wall, a few inches from your head, as his right hand grabs the point of your chin: keeping you in place, right where he wants you to stay. you find it difficult to breathe– imagination running wild, conjuring up scenarios that leave your mind dizzy with need.

his lips finds yours in a heated kiss, a collusion full of passion that threatens to consume you whole. each movement fuels a primal need– and you can’t help but moan at the feeling, the heat of his body radiating against yours in waves.

the hand that once grabbed your chin now tightens around your throat, cutting your airways in a grip that feels foreign– yet pleasurable for the most part. still, it makes you uncomfortable and you whimper: wishing to let him know, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t know just how strong he was. alastor breaks off the kiss and relief floods through you for a moment.

your eyes flutter open.

the illusion breaks.

the man standing before you looks like alastor, but doesn’t feel like the man you’ve met earlier. his facade crumbles off in an instant– a chilling bored gaze never leaving yours. the sudden panic filling up your eyes doesn’t faze him, as he continues to strangle you with a vice-like grip.

lungs burning, you try to gasp for air as his left hand joins the deadly embrace. when you realise that the monster wouldn’t take mercy on you, your fingers start tightening around his forearms the best you could– nails digging into the very same scars you’ve pitied him for.

the realisation puts tears into your eyes– what a fool you’ve been.

and as the world begins to blur, mind falling in and out of consciousness, you’re met with the mocking smile of the very same stranger you’ve brought home.

“have a good sleep, sugar.”

#cupid's arrows #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel scenarios #alastor x you

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cupidsyndrome · 3 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ STILL INTO YOU.

🏹 FLUFF, COMEDY. 634 WORDS. 💌 meeting hanma was one of the worst things that ever happened to you-- it also happens to be one of the best. 🩷 cw. suggestive. hanma needs his own warning.

shuji hanma is a piece of shit.

that much you’re sure of– the rest, not so much.

you meet him at eighteen, freshly graduated from high school. you’re on your way to glory– future written in gold ink, college was merely another stepping stone before falling into the comfort of adult life. the cliché of it all is laughable at best. to celebrate, someone– a friend of a friend, you think– throws a party. it doesn’t take much to convince you to go; to let all the stress for the exams out. the celebration isn’t much, but it’s still enough for a kid like you.

laughter and chatter fill the space with rhythmic beats making your heart feel funny. an odd sound mixes into the music– you remember it all too well from the way it made you frown (“hey, that’s not a part of the song.”, you had dumbly stated to someone).

then, he was there.

ominous harbinger of chaos– his mere presence making the whole world stop. you’ve heard about him in hushed tones, sacred whispers echoing in the locker room. while his lanky figure didn’t strike you as particularly frightening, the insolent grin etched on his face told a different story– what the fuck ? was the first thought that came to mind. the crowd parted like the red sea, watching him with a mix of curiosity and discomfort as he navigated through his own self-made path– predatory gaze searching for a prey that’ll serve him as tonight’s feast.

someone steps on your foot and you gasp.

it’s a small gasp, really– but in the deadly silence of the party, it makes you stand out like a sore thumb. everyone turns to the sound– you– and you seriously think about dropping dead on the spot. his eyes catch yours, sealing your fate. that’s when you know you’re done for. he smiles. you’ve had plenty of people smile at you before– you’ve seen it all, truly. the polite smiles, the awkward ones. all of it.

you’ve never seen one like his.

carnivorous smile glinting in the light. just for you. it’s unsettling– you can’t help but wonder if that’s how those poor deers you’ve seen on tv feel when going against the big ol’ lion. it freaks you out and before you even think about getting away– a rough hand grabs you by the chin; mindlessly moving your head to the light, to see you better. everyone slowly but surely gets back to their own lives, now that his victim for the evening has been chosen.

“pretty,” he whistles, his breath uncomfortably close to your face. “got a boyfriend ?” a wave of warmth washes over you. the idea of lying crosses your mind; about answering yes, but what good would it make ? you’re sure one of your classmates would shamelessly throw you under the bus if you do, anyway. you shake your head, lips trembling– from fear or anticipation, you don’t know.

“good.”

while he lets you have your space for the rest of the party– he’s always there, looming behind you; mouth hovering over your neck, as if ready to bite any moment. shots pile up as conversations unfold between the two of you. he does most of it, actually– you end up finding him more interesting than what you thought.

(a moment or so later, you’re bending over for him– hands desperately gripping onto the sink of a stranger’s bathroom.)

fast forward to now, you’re a few years older and unable to sleep, eyes twitching because of the very same man. it’s almost four in the morning, you’ve got work in about three hours– and as your boyfriend continues to snore without a care in the world, you’ve realized you’ve got fucked in more ways than ever anticipated.

what a piece of shit.

#cupid's arrows #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma smut #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #tokrev scenarios #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader

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cupidsyndrome · 4 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ THE OTHER WOMAN.

🏹 HURT / FALSE COMFORT, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. 675 WORDS. 💌 it's easy to forget the ring on his finger whenever the two of you are together. 🩷 cw. suggestive. mentions of cheating. ran being manipulative, reader being delusional.

ran haitani has a wife.

you’ve known it since the beginning– he told you all about her. marital struggles laid bare before you– heated arguments, desire for divorce, you’ve heard it all. ten months have passed since the day you’ve started fooling around with him– ten long months where you’ve continuously believed in his words. you know it’s a bad thing to do, a bad thing to wish upon another woman; you can’t help it. not when he’s always so gentle, so nice with you.

you’ve met his friends. you’ve even met his brother. you’ve seen how their gazes shifted from ran to you– full of confusion, perhaps even a little bit of judgement. but as he makes you sit on his lap, looking all proud of his possession– you find it hard to care. ran haitani is nothing if not an enigmatic man. it’s easy to get lost in him– trying to solve the puzzle of his words, searching for hidden meanings behind each promise. clandestine meetings and poisonous gifts become a routine you’ve grown accustomed to.

he’s always there. when you leave work, ready to pick you up. when you’re on your day off, ready to whisk you away on yet another one of his rendezvous.

the lines between an affair and a relationship got blurry some time ago, when he introduced you as his girlfriend (you were always his ‘friend’, before that day)-- your heart had skipped a beat that night. it’s a foolish thing, falling in love. delusions eat your mind away, offering your heart on a platter for a man you could never truly have.

the nights shared with him are the worst. the divine ecstasy shatters when your eyes open, and the ring dangling around his neck taunts you. jealousy tugs at you, begging you to do something– and you succumb to its order. your teeth sinking into his neck, imprinting a scarlet mark of your own. it doesn’t faze him– nothing ever does. does he know the meaning of it all ? you’re unsure– it’s hard to tell with him.

i love you.

everything comes crashing down on a random friday. you’re getting home from work– sitting next to him while he silently drives. the confession spills from your mouth before you can even stop yourself. you’ve thrown up the words, your body purging itself of that sinful secret.

ran doesn’t answer– doesn’t acknowledge you.

it’s hard not to notice the way his body had stiffen, hands flexing as his jaw hardened. you want to take it all back, you want to beg him to forget about what you’ve said. you’re just as frozen as he is. vision blurring, hands tightly gripping onto the seatbelt. the air is thick with tension and you’re dreading the moment you’ll have to get out of the car.

the engine stops.

you’re home.

“what do you know about love ?” the bite in his voice makes you jump. it makes you feel like an idiot– like a child, and maybe that’s what you are. you’ve never seen him like that– fox eyes that you’ve grown so used to feeling suddenly oh-so foreign. it’s humiliating. “don’t ever say that shit again.” your throat tightens and tears start streaming down your cheeks– it’s only when you hiccup that you realise just how miserable you are. you hear him sigh, and you’re preparing yourself for whatever he has to say.

his hand reaches out for your face, slender fingers gently wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, baby,” there it is again– that softness reserved for you. “that was mean of me, uh ?,” he asks and you shake your head. it’s an automatism– no, you’re not mean, you’re right. as you uncontrollably sob, you find yourself wishing to comfort him. “it’s just– don’t make this weird, okay ? we’re good, let’s keep it that way.”

you agree.

ran haitani has a wife and your heart aches for the day he’ll finally keep his promise. until then, being the other woman isn’t as agonising as not having him at all.

#cupid's arrows #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #tokrev scenarios #ran haitani scenarios #tokyo revengers scenarios #ran scenarios #tokrev angst #ran haitani #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran smut #tokrev smut #ran haitani smut

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cupidsyndrome · 4 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ A COFFEE SO SWEET.

🏹 FLUFF , COMEDY. 728 WORDS. 💌 in this game of cat and mouse, it feels like you're always losing. enough is enough. today, you'll win ! 🩷 cw. none.

getting involved with dazai wasn’t ever in your plans. if you knew that getting a coffee on that fateful day would turn your life upside down– maybe you would’ve converted to being a tea person. you’ve heard once or twice the waiters complaining about a freak that kept creeping around, flirting endlessly with each and every person that had the misfortune of setting foot in the coffee shop. you remember how their words made you weary of coming back.

but the coffee’s just too good for you to pass on, and the exact same day you chose to come back– you found him, sitting on one of the barstools; mindlessly chatting away with anyone that would lend him an ear. if it wasn’t for the bandages that decorated both of his wrists– you wouldn’t know that this man was the supposed freak.

you didn’t have time to react– his head turned straight at you; brown eyes full of curiosity staring back at you, a mischievous glint in them. something in you went on alert, legs ready to run away.

you ignored it.

instead, you sat next to him. that was your first mistake.

your second mistake was coming back the next days while expecting to see him. he was always there– always dropping whatever he seemed to be doing to talk to you. you tried to reprimand him about it once, which he had laughed about (“belladonna, i’d rather talk with you”, had he say). belladonna. not letting the word get to your head seemed to be more difficult than anticipated– while the fact that he pretty much threw that word at every woman he had encountered remained like an on-going reminder. it didn’t stop you from blushing, the same night after you went home. that was your second mistake.

your third and final mistake came in the form of an endless dance of uncertainty that dawned upon you each time you talked with him. subtle glances and unspoken words slowly became a normality between the two of you– something you cursed yourself over for. his demeanour hasn't changed at all, which, possibly, made things worse for you.

you’ve thought about asking him– taking the lead and, in the worst possible outcome, having him laugh at you. putting your pride aside had never been a problem before, but in this game of cat and mouse; you’ve had enough of doing so. red cheeks, stammering whenever he looked too long at you with those damned eyes of his– all losses on your side.

a little bit over a month has passed ever since you first set your attention on him.

tonight, he’s walking you home. the sight of your apartment keeps getting closer and closer, as your deception can only grow. was he truly to blame ? you’re the one who got the wrong impression– you’re the one who keeps setting yourself up for disappointment. he chuckles at something you’ve missed and you can’t help but stare at him, momentarily stopping the both of you. the city lights look good on him, you think. his lips stretch into a smile.

“you gonna kiss me or something ?,” he asks. you know it’s meant to rile you up– you shouldn’t take it to heart. something within you snaps as bravery becomes your very own entity. it’s now or never.

now or never.

your hands push his cheeks together in a not-so attractive manner, his lips puckering from it. It all takes him by surprise– his eyes growing almost comically. you’re almost there. you can feel your breaths getting tangled and a mere gust of wind would result in your lips touching. as he stands there, letting himself get handled like a doll..

a burst of laughter overtakes you.

it’s so bad that you physically have to hold onto him. it takes about five minutes or so for it to die down and as you look up to him to apologise, the sight makes you fumble over your words. he’s blushing. God, he’s fucking blushing. your words get stuck in your throat as his gaze avoids yours like the plague.

“don’t play with my heart like that, belladonna,” he mumbles, his voice not as confident as it usually is– arms digging into his pockets, desperately trying to make himself smaller.

it makes you smile.

looks like being the mouse isn’t all that bad.

#cupid's arrows #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai scenarios #bsd scenarios #bsd fluff

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cupidsyndrome · 4 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ CARELESS WHISPER.

🏹 ANGST , HURT / NO COMFORT. 639 WORDS. 💌 in which after days of searching for him-- he's finally there. now what ? 🩷 cw. none (except for the usual mentions of murder that go hand-in-hand with geto).

you’ve lost countless hours of sleep trying to get there. now, you’re unsure of what to do. you’ve thought about it again and again; unable to find answers to your own torment. you can feel him– well, not exactly him but his energy, overflowing through every nook and crack of the old house. you notice it doesn’t have the same warmth it used to have; it all feels too cold to even be his.

a shadow catches your attention in the corner of your eye. you freeze, your heart almost jumping out of your chest.

it’s him.

he looks better than the last time you’ve seen him; hell, he somehow looks healthier. your appearance seems to take him just as much by surprise– cat-like eyes widening just enough for you to notice it. the both of you spend a long time analyzing the other– still never commenting on it. it almost brings a sense of comfort. the higher-ups told you that he was a lost cause: nothing more than another curse user to get rid of.

you’ve heard of the atrocities he had committed. you’ve seen the atrocities he had committed. why is it still so hard to believe any of it was ever real ? looking into his eyes– you’re only seeing the boy you love. the same one you grew up with, the same one you’ve shared your first kiss with. while his body had grown distant, the familiar tenderness held in his gaze remained there; unaffected, never-changing.

the sight brings tears to your own orbs.

his arm reaches out on instinct.

“don’t,” it comes out as a plea. don’t make this harder than it needs to be, is what you actually mean. he gets it– like he always used to, when it comes to you. he gets it. it doesn’t stop him from taking a step closer, that’s when you notice he still wears the fragrance you’ve been desperately trying to remember for the past few weeks. “don’t– don’t come any closer, i will..” you’ll what ? the words die off your tongue, unable to find the strength to fool him (nor yourself).

he’s close, so close.

if you decide to meet him halfway you’ll be done for. you know it just as much as he does. the consequences, the warnings– it all falls on deaf ears as you take the final leap of faith. whether you’re falling into your own salvation or damnation doesn’t matter. all that matters is the way his calloused hands cradle your face oh-so gently– affection running so deep that your soul feels the soothing of his touch. his tongue darts out to wet his lips; and the fleeting thought that he might kiss you makes you blush. if it wasn’t for the underlying atmosphere, it would have been devastatingly romantic. a part of you thinks it is– no matter what.

you can tell he’s hesitant.

his lips press into a thin line as he lets his thoughts wander. his thumb grazes your bottom lip– it’s a habit of his (“it helps me think,” he once said). you have to remind yourself you’re not seventeen anymore and this house isn’t your dorm. his mouth opens– as if he was about to say something, and only now you realize how eager you are to hear anything he has to say. how eager you are to hear his voice. he chuckles at your expression, adoration adorning his features. you smile at him– and then, there it comes.

‘i’m sorry,’ he doesn’t dare say the words, only mouthing them. you get it.

‘i love you,’ you mouth back.

he lets go of your face after that, turning around and leaving like nothing happened– like he's so used to do. you can only stare at his back as you accept your faith.

freedom isn’t always a gift– sometimes it comes with a curse.

#geto x reader #geto x you #geto angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #cupid's arrows #jjk angst #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #geto suguru

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cupidsyndrome · 5 months

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✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹ㅤ UH-OH ! ARE YOU LOST ?