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peachsayshi · 3 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) - dad gojo x reader

papa's scary face is how your daughter describes it. the difference when her usually bubbly, bright father morphs into somebody else. the expression he makes when she accidentally walks in on you and satoru having a serious argument. when she catches him coming home from work with his shoulders taut and his brows furrowed.

satoru's daughter is the light of his life - his little peace of heaven on earth. that's why he is so terrible when it comes to discipline (a lecture you constantly have to give him). she has never been on the receiving end of your lover's scary face. isn't familiar with the hardened muscles he express when serious, or notices the angry twitch of his jaw when frustrated.

it's rare, but these moments happen. satoru may possess godlike powers, but he's still inherently human. his very essence the same that make up you and your daughter.

you're surprised when you see her quietly tiptoe her way towards the sofa, towards you and her father. her energetic aura dwindled by silence. her bottom lip is tucked tightly between her teeth, her beautiful round eyes varnished with tears ready to fall.

satoru's face instantly drops with concern. his body immediately growing protective with his arm lightly slipping away from around your waist.

"you okay, mochi?" he asks sweetly, his brow quirking at her arms tucked behind her back.

you both know that she's hiding something.

"I did something bad" she says quietly, her worried voice so small it makes satoru spring to his feet to meet her halfway.

he crouches on his knees, his height daunting compared to hers. he lightly tugs at her frosty pigtail, and she sniffles ever so slightly to keep her brave face in place.

always trying to hold a strong front, just like her father.

"what did you do?" he asks with a gentle smile, watching her shift from one foot to the next.

" I..uhm...I was playing with your toys," she mumbles, unable to meet his gaze as she keeps her own firmly on her pattering feet. "I know they're yours. I know I have’ta ask first. I was tryna to be...uhm..."

"careful?" satoru completes, tilting his head in an attempt to make contact with his hesitant daughter who still hasn't figured out all her words just yet.

"yeh that..." she grumbles to reveal what's behind her hands.

you press your fingers against your lips when you see it.

satoru's favorite pair of sunglasses.

a limited edition pair from one of his favorite high fashion brands. he splurged a stupid amount of money of it. even kept the packaging because he hyper fixated on the details. the frame was extremely delicate, which is why he rarely wore it. but he gushed over it for almost a year since it's pre-release was announced.

his daughter, however, has a habit of sneaking into her father's room to steal one of the many pairs of shades that your lover wore. she enjoyed "modeling" them, and would flash poses in front of your bedroom mirror while sifting through his collection like they were treasure.

you and satoru have caught her doing this many times before, and while the both of you found it adorable, you realized that your daughter wasn't very careful when handling things.

she scratched the lens of another pair that belonged to her father. bent the temple of a second, which he hasn't been able to fix.

so, when satoru received these specific shades, the two of you sat her down to try and explain that she couldn't freely just loot around his stuff without asking for permission.

right now, those very shades where split into two in his daughter's hands.

satoru's jaw goes slack when he picks them up from her tiny palms, his cheeks tinting a slight red from surprise.

"im sorry, papa," she timidly begs, bringing her now empty hands to cover her eyes. her body heaves, you can see that she is trying really hard not to cry.

satoru allows the shock to settle for only just a minute, before he places the broken sunglasses by his side. there's something else that washes over him - relief.

he circles his arms around her wrists, tugging them away from her face but she keeps them fiercely in place. he chuckles with ease, shaking his head in disbelief as he loosens his grip to grab her waist and pull her into his frame.

"silly girl," he teases. "it's okay, papa's not mad, I promise..."

"but I didn't listen to what you 'n mama said-"

"I know," he sighs calmly, "and you know that was wrong, right? not to listen?"

she nods her head yes, her hands still covering her face.

"Eyes on me, grabby hands..." satoru lectures but she shakes her head no.

"Don't wanna see your scary face," she awkwardly admits, and you can't help but bite back a smile.

she's far too innocent to understand what those expressions. to young to acknowledge that they weren't always bad. that they were, in fact, normal. and that one day she will bare the cross of these complex emotions herself.

"scary face?" satoru huffs, "you think daddy has a scary face?"

she drops her hands to her side swiftly, revealing her guilt and wet cheeks. she furiously shakes her head no, taking in a large inhale as she wipes her face with the back of her hands.

it makes your heart ache watching her try to comprehend the weight of her small feelings.

"nu-uh," she reassures, "but-but sometimes..."

satoru kisses her plush cheek three times over to interrupt her eyes, "I am not mad at you, mochi," he consoles, "just promise you won't do it again."

"pinky swear!" she yelps as she searches for his long, slender digits. the relief brings the color back into her face, the pale sheet of white bloomed with a tiny blush. she hooks her pinky around satoru's, the size different so prominent, before eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck. "m'sorry, papa"

"it's okay, baby," he coos as he kisses her forehead.

the scene is heartwarming, and while satoru maintained his cool, you can still read the disappointment on his face.

the pair slip away from each other's arms, your daughter picking up the broken shades as she patters her way back down the hallway to give you both some privacy.

satoru gets up, his hand clutching his chest as he turns to give you a pathetically sad expression.

"how much does it hurt?" you tease, watching him drag his feet back to you.

you grumble when he collapses into your chest, burying his nose into your neck as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

"this is the worst heartbreak of my life," he groans obnoxiously, and you raise your own brows in surprise.

"I thought our break up was the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced," you chide, twirling the strands of his soft hair between your fingers.

"seriously? you want to bring that up now? while I'm in mourning?"

you giggle when he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck, nipping at your skin tenderly before exhaling with sorrow.

"ugh, she's got me wrapped around her fingers like taffy," he moans like he can’t believe his own defeat, "did you see her face? how can I even get mad?"

"I know, my love," you coo, consoling your own crybaby.

Minutes pass in silence before satoru finally ponders that, "maybe, I can find another pair online or something-"

"papa!" your daughter chirps, interrupting the moment as quickly as she graced it.

satoru untangles himself from your embrace, sitting upright to see her pigtails bouncing as she scampers towards you both. her steps hit the ground fast. he doesn't even have a chance to answer before she climbs on his lap, her eyes still a little glossy from shedding her tears. she wipes away the rogue strands of feathery hairs that stuck to her temple, before showing off what's in her hand.

"I fixed it for you," she beams, her face hopeful and optimistic.

Satoru picks up the glasses from between her fingers, noticing that she had used one of her washy tapes to stick the bridge back together.

It was blue, and had little ducks on it.

You can feel an eruption of laughter bubbling in your chest, but pure love bleeds through Satoru's eyes, completely moved by her gesture.

"Aww, mochi," he gently replies, tracing his thumb over the tape.

He arches forward to kiss her nose, while she seeks another embrace between mumbling into his ear that she loves him.

You simply melt by their side.

Satoru doesn't wear the glasses anymore, but he still keeps them. Bringing them out every once in a while to show his daughter that he still loves them.

Even though they sit quite lopsided on his handsome face.

[requests are closed]

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x female reader #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #dad gojo #satoru gojo x reader

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mellowwillowy · 3 months

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"Stop the wedding!!"

So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)

All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.

"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!

"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.

"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.

"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"

"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.

"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"

"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.

"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"

"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.

"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.

"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.

"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.

"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.

"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"

And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.

"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.

"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!

Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.

And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"

The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!

"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)

Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."

"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.

"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"

Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"

The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.

Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)

"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.

Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.

Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.

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sharkiethrts · 10 months

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[𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡'𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨]

𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘢𝘯

g/n reader

: both jing yuan and reader are young children here, jing yuan is pining (ineffectively) at the reader

: approximately 465 words (chat gpt said so)

Jing Yuan is late again. At this point, it is a familiar routine: he'd run in with sweat beading up at his forehead- Jingliu would throw a faded hankie at his face, urging him to wipe it off with a glance before nagging at him- "what's your reason this time?" "Did you oversleep?" "Did you go to eat your breakfast at Mr Zhang's store again? The queue is too long there. Go eat at the canteen instead- you children are too whiny about soldier rations."

The truth is, Jing yuan never oversleeps and he always skips breakfast. It isn't a military regime he put himself on at all, no. If Jingliu knew that the brat in front of him was skipping breakfast, she would order the senior guards to eat breakfast with him. He would have to suffer from indigestion for the next few weeks (the senior guards adores picking on the apple-cheeked boy) until Jingliu is finally convinced that the brat will listen.

But he won't ever listen because Jing Yuan has a long route to take that he can't afford to miss. Your route. Well, not your route. It's the route through Cloudford. For context: where Jingliu expects him to be at every dawn is miles away. But this lovesick boy remains stubborn, he travels the route to Cloudford with a boyish grin- a blush would bundle up at his round cheeks when he spots you in your familiar attire, your uniform stained with food crumbs from your rush.

"[Name]! Wait up!" And when you do stop, a pretty sight is granted to you- perhaps a morning call from the Eons? There's no way anyone can remain nonchalant and sleepy at the sight of this messy haired, toothpaste decorated face, "Are you heading to class? I heard that your Master brought over some swords he specifically commissioned from the Artisanship Commission! I saw! Let me spoil you in a bit of the fun- one of them is fully jaded, and another-"

He definitely rushed to see you.

"Shouldn't you be going to yours? Miss Jingliu would kill you if she knew that you're all the way at Cloudford right now, Jing Yuan."

His eyes crinkled from the widening of his smile at the call of his name, "She'll survive! Let me walk you there-"

"Jing Yuan. Your cloud knight training?"

Oh eons, did you not hear his plead this morning? Jing Yuan turned slowly, adjusting his attire- trying not to slouch in fear. Getting scolded in front of the other Cloud knights is not as embarrassing and as tear-jerking as it is in front of you. Not to mention, his master knows all the grimy details under his sleeves.

And there she was, in her glory- her sharp eyes piercing his through one strike. He bends over immediately, face apologetic- catching glimpse of your smiling face, clearly amused by the scene taking place in front of you.

"You have toothpaste on your face, boy," Jing Yuan's face flushed red at the newly learned information. Ah crap, did you see that? He glances at your face briefly- yeah, you definitely did. Curse his heart- he was so excited to talk to you he stumbled at basic cleanliness.

"I think it makes him cute, you shouldn't have told him, Miss Jingliu," You hum. You are one of the few unaffected by the intimidation his master poses- your frequent rendezvous with Jing Yuan hyper-exposed you to Jingliu's more reasonable sides.

"[Name], go to class. Your master is waiting for you," Jingliu turns to him, and he immediately regrets not shifting his gaze down at his feet earlier," As for you," she waits for you to go, "Confess soon. I don't want to keep chastising you on your... inconvenient hobbies."

A smile blooms at his face at that.

"Yes Master! Duly noted!"

#jing yuan #honkai star rail #jing yuan hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #jing yuan imagines #jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #jingyuan #jingliu #young jing yuan #jing yuan fluff #honkai star rail fluff #jing yuan x you #hsr x you #star rail x reader #sharkie works ; all honkai #sharkie works ; jing yuan

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violet-eng · 6 months

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Neuvillette NSFW Headcanons.

NSFW +18 kamino eru did the 🎨

Since his work is exhaustive and drains a lot of energy from him, most of the time he is a bottom.

He lets you ride him because he knows you like it - and he doesn't have the strength for that.

When he's bottom he cums fast.

He's very, very, very vocal. You are going to hear him say your name many times, he murmurs, moans and pants a lot.

He always tells you how good you are at taking it.

He asks for more, he asks for it with tears in his eyes when you guys are on your third or fourth orgasm.

He cries during sex? YES, he cries because he likes doing it with you, because of the overstimulation you cause in him with your circular movements on his fat cock.

He cries and whispers "I love you, sniff sniff".

You ask for one more round, you lean over him and he accepts -with tears rolling down his eyes- even though he is almost drained. He would do anything for you… when he is bottom.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore," he would say, shiny pearls rolling down his cheeks. "Just a little more, Neuvi, please" you would say back.

---WHEN HE'S ON TOP.

If he had few judgments that day, he will come home early and if you didn't run away… pray, because you will be tied to the bed until dawn. It's now his turn

Neuvillette has high histamine…seriously, high. He is fit. And if his day at work didn't take much of his energy, then he'll pour it all out on you…and not just the energy.

He's good at pregame, he'd sneak up on you from behind while you're in the kitchen and start with wet kisses on your neck.

Lubrication is not a problem for him… Hydro vision…

He has a breast sucking kink.

He is a god, literally a god when eating pussy, like a starving man.

He grunts as the head of his fat cock begins to enter your tight, steaming little pussy. He growls a lot, it's almost animalistic.

Lots of compliments, damn, he praises your body a lot, especially your pussy for the way it sucks him.

His thrusts are soft: Neuvillete not only has sex, no… he makes love, and he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Missionary is his favorite position when he decides to be on top, because he can see you cry for him, ask for more, he can also hide his face in the crook of your neck and let you hug him while he speeds up the pace.

He whispers a lot of "I love yous" as he cradles your cheek with his hand.

He likes it when you caress his hair while doing it, he also caresses yours.

He does it all... night... long... and then goes back to work the next day.

He avoids cumming inside because he knows that you are both busy and don't have time to raise children.

AH.... but when he's in heat!!!!! Gurl, look for a place to hide yourself…

He is a dragon, and he smells when you are ovulating.

That thing about not having children because you don't have time for parenting… it was a lie… Neuvilette in heat has a powerful breeding kink

If he is in heat, he notifies that he will not go to work, and at the same time he tells your boss, because girl… you are not going to leave the room for at least two weeks.

His cock grows at that time, perhaps twice its size, and his seed load the same… Hydro Dragon must make sure he has offspring, right?

He thrusts you without warning - almost always -

Puts you in mating press pose almost all the time, because that way he can get deeper

Dirty talk, but for real... who's this man? This ain't the soft Neuvi you know:

"Loving what your man's cock is doing to you, uh?" "You look so nasty from up here, awful, how is that you were a lady before this, moaning like a slut?" "Beg, y/n, beg for my cock in this danked pussy of yours "

Growls, roars, whimpers, calls you his, uses your name with a low low looooooowwwww and sexy voice.

His voice … Archons … the tone of his voice descends to levels that when he bathes your ear could make you cum asap.

He is rough, ambitious, energetic, intense, you feel that at any time he will break you in two.

Finds your point G almost immediately, and will not stop hitting it with its great, fat and long cock, even if you beg him to stop because of overestimulation.

Doesn't go slowly, moreover, you feel as if he was only faster, fuck, how much stamin does he have?

The thrusts are so strong that it is as if you felt it in your throat

He relies on the back of the bed for more power and stability, and you can see his muscles tense in that pose, attractive as fuck.

Leaves you marks. Many … marks. In the breasts, the thighs, the neck, the groin, the shoulders …

Doesn't stop. He loves your cock drunk face beneath him, and tilts his head while appreciating the view.

"Look at that face you're pulling. Looks like you love my cock, eh?"

He's aggressive, yeah, but when he rubs your clit he's just oh so lovely and tender. And that fucking kills you.

Touches the buldge that shows through your belly, where his fat cock hits your cervix, and it only makes him go faster, and faster... you almost faint a couple of times.

Cums a lot, inside of you of course, he wants to see your swollen belly with his child, and ensures that it stays inside of your abused hole.

And that's only for a day... the next 13 days... gurl... you better grab a wheelchair.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #neuvilette smut #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette fanart #fontaine

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emo-batboy · 1 year

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Okay what is this I keep hearing about Harvery Dent and Bruce Wayne being caught kissing???? Storytime?

Okay so this is probably a much longer winded story than I’m sure you expected but here’s my whole explanation of Harvey/Two-Face in the Battinson universe:

I always like to imagine that there is a distinct difference between Harvey and Two-Face. In this world, Harvey is regarded as an accomplished man suffering from DID who is forced to live in Arkham to keep his second personality, Two-Face, behind bars. Meanwhile, Two-Face is a notorious crime boss and master manipulator. They share the same body, yes, and it almost impossible to tell them apart sometimes, yes, but Bruce is the only person that can reliably tell who is in control.

You see, over the years, Two-Face has become an expert at pretending to be Harvey, so much so that the guards at Arkham just refer to them as Dent now. There have been several incidents where doctors believed Harvey was somehow cured of his DID and they gave him more privileges due to “good behavior,” only for Two-Face to bash a prison guard’s skull in while trying to escape.

But the one person he can’t fool is Bruce, the man who knows Harvey so intimately that he can examine his facial features down to the micro expression.

They thought they would get married one day, Bruce and Harvey. It was sickeningly sweet. They were so madly in love. Then the accident worsened Harvey’s condition. Bruce will never forgive Two-Face for taking his true love away from him.

Bruce visits Arkham once a week to see Harvey. Only the guards know about their past relationship because the two can’t stop giving one another heart eyes while they play chess and tell each other about their day. They’ll talk for hours, and it’s no secret that a pretty, Bambi-eyed, lovestruck Brucie Wayne will pay off any guard to see his “friend” for another fifteen minutes or so.

But sometimes, Bruce walks into the room, sees Dent’s face, and immediately storms out. Because it’s Two-Face. Posing as his former lover, wearing his lips and cheeks and nose, but the eyes are just wrong, all wrong, and he’s giving Bruce a smile that isn’t even close to Harvey’s gorgeous smile. And it’s sick. The guards can’t tell, the other patients prisoners can’t tell, no one else can tell but oh, Bruce can fucking tell.

On other days, Bruce will be talking with Harvey one second, only to stop mid-sentence, scowl at him, and say, “Give him back. I’m not talking to you.”

Two-Face breaks into a grin. “I can never pull one over on you, can I, sweetheart?”

“Shut the fuck up. Where is he?”

“He says he loves you, and you look very nice.”

Bruce has been held back by the guards several times for this very reason. He blames himself that they can’t hold hands during visits anymore. Instead, they talk through that stupid fucking glass, but at least they get a private room. The guards now know that even if pretty Brucie Wayne looks sweet and delicate when talking to Harvey, he can also throw a decent punch.

On good weeks, it’ll be nothing but soft words and smiles.

“I finally bought those chocolates you recommended,” Bruce says.

Harvey smiles. “Did you like them?”

“I did. Thank you.”

On bad weeks, Bruce will leave with hot tears streaming down his face, and the guards will treat Two-Face just a little harsher than necessary as they escort him back to his cell.

Sometimes, it’s a mix of both. Even rarer are the days when Harvey comes back right before Bruce leaves to say goodbye to his angel. Those moments are the most tender because they all know Harvey has trouble taking control back. But he did it for Bruce, just to make him smile again before they parted ways.

One day, however, a guard thinks he can flirt with Bruce. He makes a move when no one’s looking and receives an answer in the form of a black eye. Only a day later, he gets maimed by Dent and lands in the hospital. Bruce learns about it during his next visit.

“Your boyfriend’s other half tried to kill that guard last week,” another guard tells him.

“The one that grabbed my ass?”

“Two-Face put him in a coma.”

Bruce chuckles and picks at a loose thread from his dress shirt. “What you makes you so sure it was Two-Face?”

No guard tries making a move on Arkham’s favorite visitor again. And the star-crossed lovers keep seeing one another and confessing their undying love. Even after they accept their fate. Even when Bruce tells Harvey about Selina and how he’s slowly falling in love with her too. But something is holding him back.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Bruce whispers.

“I don’t either,” Harvey says, tracing his love’s hand through the bulletproof glass, “but I want you to be happy.”

“But I’m happy with you.” Bruce was always a crybaby, but he hates crying in here the most.

“You can be happy with me in here. But I can’t bear to be the reason you’re not happy out there.”

After a bit more convincing, Bruce finally agrees. Before beginning a new relationship, he tells Selina about him and Harvey, tells her that it’s non-negotiable, and she accepts it.

The next time Dent breaks out of Arkham, Selina gets a visitor. “Break his heart, and I’ll drown you in the pier,” he says.

Selina smiles as her hoard of cats purr against the stranger. Maybe they can tell just like Bruce can. Or maybe this is Two-Face doing Harvey a favor. Either way, she doesn’t particularly care.

Selina gives him a once-over and nods. “Likewise.”

Anyway, yes, that is my BruHarvey lore. Hope you enjoyed :)

@bruciemilf this is right up your alley, bestie

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semiweirdshipper · 1 year

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Killer reactions to a reader who had their pants pulled down while they were on a hook. (Part two).

Evan

He heard one of his traps being dismantled near where you were hooked and swiftly went to investigate. He had imagined your team mates would have pulled you off by the time he arrived, but... Apparently not.

"No, no- stop!" He heard you shout, turning the corner just in time to see Jake tearing your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You were struggling and shouting, trying desperately to cover your naked crotch.

Rage boiled deep inside his gut at the disrespectful, offensive display. How dare Jake treat one of his own members this way.

Releasing a loud, bear like growl, Evan chased after the unsuspecting coward, cornering him into a trap and killing him. By the time he passed by your hook, he heard you crying softly and slowed in his tracks. For some reason, he didn't know why, he couldn't find it in himself to just leave you like this...

Turning around, he kept his head lifted and slowly approached you. At the sight of him, you flinched and cried harder, and it put a rod in his chest. "Want me to pull em up for ya?" He asked as calmly as he could manage.

You sniffled, looking at him in baffement and humiliation, your voice a quiet whisper, "Yes please."

Evan did it fast, stepping up to you and leaning down to pull your pants up. Once he was done, he took in your humiliated stance and reached out to gently cup your chin and tilt your head up, "I'm sorry they done this to ya, but it ain't so bad."

He brushed your cheek gently for a moment before letting go and turning away, "Keep your head up, darlin'."

Max

Everyone knew that he was an extremely sensitive person, and some times people tried to take advantage of that- like the times when survivors would flirt with him or get in suggestive poses; they knew he couldn't handle it without getting flustered and angry, his ability to focus shattered.

But this... This was different.

"Oh Max," Kate had whistled, "(y/n) here has something they wanna show you." And then she yanked your pants and underwear down.

Max had immediately flinched and gone to cover his eyes, the sound of your loud, horrified screaming causing him to hurt on the inside. Why were they doing this? You were hooked, they should be helping you, not... Not this.

Unable to look at you, Max took in the sounds of your loud cries, whimpers and whines and realized that this wasn't something you were purposely a part of. Your team mates were taking advantage of you like they constantly tried to take advantage of him, and he could tell how much it was bothering you.

Officially too shy to even look at you while you were half naked, Max ran off and did his best to kill Kate and the other two survivors. At the end he found you hiding by the shack, the hatch just a few meters behind him.

Dropping his chainsaw and hammer, Max stood aside and gestured to the hatch. It took you a few minutes, but you finally came walking out, your body tense, shaky and nervous. You couldn't make eye contact with him.

"Thank you," You whimpered gratefully, "I-I'm sorry about the..."

Max shook his head and uttered a soft growl. When you looked at him with a smile, he blushed and closed his eyes. For the first time, he wasn't flustered.

Ji-woon

He returned after hearing excessive screaming from where you were hooked, his chest flaring in anger at the thought of someone touching what was soon to be his. He worried that you might be being assaulted, and when he arrived at your hook, he cursed in Korean at the sight of you.

Your pants and underwear had been pulled down, and you were panicking in a struggle to cover yourself. Ji-woon saw red. "Who did this?" He demanded to know as he sprinted up to you.

You gasped, crying harder as you shook your head and looked away, utterly humiliated and afraid, "Élodie did it."

That monster. "Did she touch you?" Ji-woon asked, his teeth baring in dangerous rage.

Relief flooded him when you shook your head, but still... This was unacceptable. "I'll pull them up, yes?" He softened his voice while gesturing to your pants.

"Please." You whimpered, shaking lightly as he bent down and pulled your pants up.

Once that was done, Ji-woon looked at you and smiled, one hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek. "I promise," He grinned at you with an almost endearing, psychotic blush, "I will get you revenge."

And then off Ji-woon went, leaving you in a pit of shock. Later after you got unhooked, you would discover Élodie's hooked body mutilated and... Pantsless. Revenge achieved.

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Elliot wouldn't deny that he had preferences. You weren't very far up on his list of favorite survivors to torture, and more often than not he subconsciously allowed you to escape him. But some times there were trials where he had to hook you at least once to please the Entity.

This was one of those trials.

Having sensed odd commotion from the area you were hooked, he went to investigate only to go immobile in shock and disbelief that soon melted into pity and frustration. The other survivors had pulled your pants down thus leaving you exposed, humiliated and vulnerable.

Whenever you noticed his presence, you brutally shook your head in embarrassment, anger and shame, your hands trembling as they covered your privates. You refused to look at him, your shoulders hitching with small, quiet cries.

Rules be dammed, Elliot lifted his arms out, summoned four chain/hooks and carefully used them to grab hold of the edges of your pants. You startled at this but otherwise remained still, watching the hooks with breathless awe as they worked your pants back up your legs.

Yanking your pants up the rest of the way yourself, the hooks around you disappeared with a clatter. Elliot stared at you with his usual monotony, observing the nervous yet grateful expression on your face as you offered him a timid, thankful wave. Hmp.

Elliot left with a light smirk. Perhaps now you would be more open to accept his offers of pleasure.

Wesker

When he finds you, all he can do is stand there and stare. You were one of the more efficient survivors- one that always gave him a run for his money. To see you this unhinged, this defeated and vulnerable... It, well...

It made him furious. Compared to you the other survivors were ants, and the fact that they felt the need to take advantage of you in such a state made his blood boil. How dare they.

"Stop staring at me," You screamed at him, your face flushed, body shaking and hands covering your exposed crotch.

Blinking behind his sunglasses, Wesker mentally shook himself from his thoughts and slowly began to walk forward, "My, my... I didn't take you as one to so easily break under pressure."

"Go away- don't come any closer," You shouted, your voice so passionate and defensive and true.

God, you had no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Wesker smirked, "You know, requesting help is not a crime. You should be smarter than that."

At that, you had gone silent, your eyes on him and filled with distrust, embarrassment and anger. For a few seconds you were hesitant, but then you quietly mumbled, "Will you help me? Please..."

It took all of his effort not to grin. "Since you asked nicely," He nearly closed the space between you as he bent down and pulled your pants up. "I must say," He whispered lowly, looking you in the eye, "You are exquisite in more ways than one, (y/n)."

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

He's good at reading auras even from far away, so when he hears a shout and senses your ill distress, he follows. And soon he comes to the wild scene of you frantically trying to cover your naked crotch while Nea and Nancy raced away in a hurry.

They had pulled your pants down, he realized with a swell of empathy. You weren't the only victim of this particular method of humiliation and immaturity. Many times now the survivors had taken advantage of his lack of speed and succeeded in pulling his own pants down.

You had never done anything like that to him before though. In fact you were a rather kind, modest person- a rare one that he envied and respected. Just like him, you didn't deserve this type of childish torment.

As he walked forward, constantly emitting monstrous growls, you trembled and shook your head, stuttering in fear, "N-no please. Stay-stay away, please. I'm sorry- just please... Stay away."

And when he was right in front of you, you really began to panic, "No please! I'm sorry, please. Please stay away. No!"

Using one hand, the Executioner grabbed an edge of your pants and sloppily drug them up until you were able to reach them yourself. Once you had them back over your hips, he stepped away and quietly observed you.

You bore an expression of gratitude and surprise, your eyes glossy as you gaped at him, "Thank you."

Nodding once, the Executioner left you in search for Nea and Nancy. Don't worry (y/n), he was going to get you some revenge. Maybe later you both could share your stories.

(A big thanks to the lovely EroismPro and Enigma-System for helping me choose what killers to use- give momma Weirdo some smooches you two, *mwah*, I love you! Also, shout out to any other interested viewers, I'm happy to make a part three, so if you want then just leave a comment on which killer you'd like to see in here. Thank you so much for reading).

#dead by daylight #fanfiction #slashers #reader insert #evan macmillan x reader #max thompson x reader #pinhead x reader #albert wesker x reader #pyramid head x reader #silent hill #resident evil #hellraiser #reader x killers #Ji-Woon Hak x reader #slasher fanfiction

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munson-blurbs · 11 months

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Eddie x Henderson Cousin!Single Mom!Reader Collaboration with @corroded-hellfire 💚

Summary: After your mom kicks you out for having a baby, you move back to Hawkins to live with your cousin Dustin and Aunt Claudia. You've always been able to manage on your own, so when your childhood friend Eddie offers to help, it isn't easy to let someone take care of you.

WC: 4.8k

A/N: This was requested by our amazing friend and fellow sister wife, @b-irock! We hope we did it justice.

Also, Reader's race/ethnicity is never mentioned or described. Though she is Henderson Cousin!Reader, she can be interpreted as either a biological or adopted cousin.

Hawkins, Indiana: 1976

You’re standing underneath the monkey bars, hoisting your five-year-old cousin so his chubby hands can grab on to them.

“C’mon, Dusty! You can do it!” You cheer him on. “Just put one hand in front of the other; I’ve got your feet.”

Sure enough, he grunts and grumbles, but little Dustin eventually makes his way across the equipment while you grip his dangling legs.

“I did it! I did the monkey bars!” He cheers when he reaches the other side. “Can we do it again?”

You’re about to begrudgingly agree when you hear commotion from across the playground. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the sandbox, where a curly-haired boy sitting with a shovel and a castle-shaped bucket; a blonde boy, smaller than him, stands intimidatingly over him.

“Jason, stop!” The curly-haired kid calls out.

The blonde kid—Jason, you surmise—simply sneers. “Jason, stop!” he taunts, voice absurdly high-pitched. He laughs when the other boy’s lower lip wobbles. “What’s the matter, Freak? You gonna go cry to your mommy—sorry, your uncle?” And with that, Jason steps on the castle, crushing it beneath his sneakered foot.

You bring Dustin back to the ground before marching over to the scene of the squabble. “What are you doing?” you demand to know, staring right at Jason and crossing your arms over your chest.

Jason doesn’t answer, posing a question of his own. “Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you bite back. “You must be really boring if you have to spend your time picking on people, huh?” Before he can respond, you take a few more steps towards him. “Here, let me make things more exciting for you.” You pull back your leg, kicking up a spray of sand into his blue eyes with a triumphant smirk.

Jason howls, crying as soon as he feels the tiny granules hit his face. “Owww!” he blubbers, fat tears streaming down his cheeks. He tries to run away, but his eyes are still closed, so he trips and falls over the edge of the sandbox.

“Now look who’s crying for his mommy!” You call out as he picks himself up and traipses across the grass. You can hear the other kid giggle, and you turn back to him. “You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, ‘m okay now.” He picks up his shovel and starts digging again. “I’m Eddie. Y’wanna play with me?”

You introduce yourself and gladly accept his invitation, calling your cousin over so he can join. Eddie doesn’t seem the least bit upset about playing with a five-year-old; he spends most of the time crafting elaborate stories about the brave knights and dragons guards that live in the castles he’s building. The three of you play until the sun begins to set, signaling that it’s time to return home.

“Come back tomorrow and we can keep playing, okay?” Eddie says as you all part ways.

“We’ll be here!”

That’s how you made your first friend in Hawkins.

Not only did you come back the next day, but you went to the park as often as you could to play with Eddie. Sometimes Dustin would join you or sometimes you’d just ride to the park on your bike yourself. After the fifth time the two of you had spent playing in the sandbox and on the playground, Eddie comes up with a question for you.

“Every time you come here you have pigtails. Why?”

“Huh?” You frown and turn your head from side to side as if that would give you a better view of the hair on the sides of your head. “Oh, I dunno. They’re easy and they keep my hair out of the way while we play.”

“I’m gonna call you Pigtails,” Eddie tells you, a proud smile on his cherubic face.

“I’m still gonna call you Eddie.”

Eddie laughs and there’s a buzzy feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before.

You became great friends with Eddie. Not just at the park, but you started biking to one another’s houses, eating lunch together at school, and even having pretend adventures in the lush woods of Hawkins. But one day when you were thirteen, you had to tell Eddie that you were moving away because your parents are getting a divorce. He was sympathetic to the pain you were going through, but devastated at the fact that you wouldn’t be there for him to spend time with anymore. His favorite part of the day is seeing you and he feels like it’s being ripped away from him like a stubborn sticky bandaid.

Your new town wasn’t a bad place to live. You had nice neighbors, made friends easily at school, and noticed how much happier your mom was. But there was no Eddie.

Hawkins, Indiana: 1986

Ten years later, Hawkins becomes your home again. Having your mom and stepdad kick you out of the house wasn’t great, but you didn’t want to be there if they were going to treat you like shit anyway. Just because you have a son now, they’ve decided they want nothing to do with you.

“What will people say?” Your mom often wondered aloud. As if strangers' comments mean more to her than her own daughter and grandson.

Hawkins is a better environment to raise Jett up in, anyway. Better schools, nicer town, friendlier people. Plus, it’s where your favorite aunt and cousin still live. Aunt Claudia welcomed you to come live with them with open arms. She was nothing but loving and kind and gracious. Dustin was excited to have a baby around—he’d never really interacted with any before. Your younger cousin, after making sure you knew he was truly psyched about you both coming to live with him, asked why you weren’t going to live with Jett’s father, though. You know it’s just an innocent question. Curiosity always gets the better of Dustin. It’s hard to think about, but you told him the truth; Byron is a total douche and wants nothing to do with having a son.

You’re sitting in the rocking chair, feeding Jett his afternoon bottle, when there’s a knock at the door. Dustin’s on the phone with his long-distance girlfriend, Suzie, and Aunt Claudia’s at work, so it’s up to you to answer it. You throw the burp cloth over your shoulder and adjust your son so that his head is fully supported in the crook of your elbow.

Peering through the peephole, you see a tall, lanky man standing in front of the door. He’s got a shopping bag in one hand and he’s tapping his Reebok-clad foot against the floor.

His hair is much longer than the last time you saw him, and a five o’clock shadow covers his cheeks, but you’d still recognize him anywhere.

“Eddie?!” you ask excitedly as you use your free hand to open the door. Despite your exhaustion, a huge grin tugs at your lips.

His soft brown eyes light up. “Holy shit, Pigtails! Dustin told me you were coming back, but I didn’t realize you were already here” He looks down at the blanket-swaddled bundle in your arms. “Is this…”

You nod. “This hungry little guy is Jett Henderson,” you announce proudly, bouncing gently to keep your son in good spirits. “Named after the badass Joan Jett, of course.”

“Grunge girl, huh?” Eddie cocks his brow and smiles, offering Jett his ringed pinky, which he readily grips on to. “Hold on, I have something in my van for you.”

Before you can ask questions, he’s bolting out to his car, returning with something clutched in his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t get to wrap it…” he mumbles, but you just shake your head and take it from him.

It’s a tiny onesie, the white Metallica logo printed on black cotton. You feel your eyes well up with tears, already overcome with emotion at the sight of your old friend, and now he brings you a gift?

“This is…you didn’t have to…” you choke out. You lightly bounce Jett, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re comforting him or yourself.

“‘Course.” Eddie smiles, letting the baby hold his finger again as he muses, “I can’t believe my Pigtails is a mom.”

My Pigtails. The descriptor in front of your nickname makes all the difference, though you try not to let it show.

“Eddie! You’re here! Did you bring the DM—” Dustin loudly calls from behind you, startling both you and Jett. Your baby boy immediately starts wailing; it’s quite an impressive feat for someone with such tiny lungs. Dustin cringes when he realizes his mistake. “Shit, I’m sorry—”

You shake your head “‘S okay,” you mumble, speed walking towards the spare room you and Jett share to try and stop his cries. It most certainly is not okay, but you don’t want your cousin to feel guilty. He and Aunt Claudia have already helped so much by taking you in. The last thing you need is to alienate them.

There’s a gentle rap at the door, and you murmur, “Come in.” You assume it’s Dustin, but Eddie stands there instead.

“Hey, Pigtails? And Jett?” he starts timidly, looking at the screaming infant in your arms. “Would you both wanna hang out tomorrow? Go to the playground or somethin’?”

No, you want to shout. No, we don’t need your pity; we’re doing fine, just the two of us. But there’s a hopeful look in Eddie’s bright eyes that makes him impossible to refuse. “Y-Yeah, sure. Ten o’clock?”

Eddie furrows his brow. “Kinda late for a baby to be awake, right? Plus, those no-good teenagers always cause mischief at night in that park.”

You laugh. “Ten o’clock in the morning,” you tell him. “Think you can get up that early?”

“For you two? Of course.”

Eddie knocks on the door at 9:45. You’ve been up for hours by this point, but from Eddie’s bleary eyes and the coffee cup clutched in his hand, you’d venture that he hadn’t been awake all that long.

“Good morning, stranger,” you greet him. “Look at you up and about before the crack of noon.”

“I’d flip you off if I couldn’t see that I’m being watched by an infant.” Eddie nods his head behind you and you look over your shoulder to see Jett in his baby swing, swaying gently from side to side as he watches Eddie with eyes more alert than your friend’s.

“Yeah, and he’s a snitch,” you say, turning back to face Eddie. “He’ll rat ya out first chance he gets.”

“I’ll have to stay on his good side then.”

“What’s up, Eds?” You side step so Eddie can come inside, which he does as he takes the last swig of his coffee.

“Thought I’d come by and give you guys a ride to the park,” he says.

There’s a giggle on the tip of your tongue and you have to bite your lip to keep a smile at bay. Eddie has always been one of the sweetest people you know. It’s no surprise that he was thoughtful enough to pick you and Jett up. There was just one little problem.

“I really appreciate that, Eddie.” You pick your keys up off of the counter and toss them to the sleepy man. He manages to catch them despite fumbling them twice. “But you’ll have to give us a ride in my car because I don’t think your van has the appropriate equipment to secure a car seat to.”

Eddie hangs his head, making some of his curls sway from side to side. Now, you do let out that giggle. With a sigh, Eddie picks his head back up.

“Duh. Gotta make sure your mini me is safe.”

“My mini me?” you ask as you unbuckle Jett from his swing. He whines in protest, his swing being his favorite thing in the world. But once you begin to walk, the calming motions quiet him again.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says. “He looks just like you. Look at him, he’s gorgeous.”

You’re not sure if Eddie realizes what he implied or not, so you don’t say anything, just hum to yourself as you slip the strap of Jett’s diaper bag over your shoulder.

“Here, let me get that.” Eddie swoops in and takes the bulky bag from you, hefting it onto his own shoulder. “Christ, what the hell did you put in here? Rocks?”

“Diapers, wipes, spare clothes, bottles, burping cloths, pacifiers—”

“Jesus,” Eddie cuts you off. “That’s more than I’d need for a week’s vacation.”

“Not all of us can turn our underwear inside out and wear them for a second day, Eddie.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie says, exasperation dripping in his tone. “You’re never going to let that go, are you? I was eleven and I didn’t bring enough pairs on the camping trip. I regret ever telling you that.”

You let out a giggle that has Eddie practically swooning as you reach your car. The gentleman that he is, Eddie opens the back door for you so you can situate Jett in his seat. In a less gentlemanly fashion, he stares at your ass as you’re bent over into the car.

The drive to the park is quick, even with Eddie “slowing down” because there’s precious cargo in the car. It’s still faster than you would’ve gone, but it was a definite improvement for him. The park is mostly empty when you arrive. A few ladies are speed walking in velour tracksuits, there’s a dad trying to help his son fly a kite, and there are two other parents with their small children on the playground. The sun is bright so you slip a little ball cap on your son. It’s one Dustin bought for him, a perfect miniature version of one of the many hats he wore over his curly locks.

“Have you ever brought him here before?” Eddie asks as the two of you make your way towards the swings.

“No. He hasn’t seen a whole lot of Hawkins, to be honest.”

“You’re not missing much, buddy,” Eddie tells him.

There are two baby seats on the long swing set and you tuck Jett into one with his blue and white blanket around him for extra cushion and protection. Your son looks up at you with what you take to be an unimpressed glare.

“Don’t look at me all grumpy, mister,” you say to him. “You don’t even know what these things can do.”

Jett lets a few drool bubbles spew from his mouth in response. Eddie chuckles as you playfully roll your eyes at the boy. Jett slides his stare from you to Eddie, and it seems like he locks in on your friend. Eddie gives him a little wave, but the infant just keeps on staring.

“Maybe he likes my hair,” Eddie suggests.

“Maybe he just likes you. Hard to imagine, I know,” you tease. Eddie starts to make silly faces at your son, and a smile tugs up the corners of his little precious mouth. Jett seems enamored with Eddie and you can hardly say you blame him. “Do you want to push him, Eddie?”

“Huh?” Eddie ceases his goofy faces and looks back at you.

“The swing,” you say, gesturing towards your son in the seat. “Do you want to push him?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. As long as you don’t mind.”

“I’m the one who suggested it,” you remind him with a playful smirk. He gives you a teasing shove before walking behind the swing set.

It’s the most apprehensive you can ever remember seeing Eddie. The concentration on his face makes it look like he’s doing the physics in his head of how hard he should push the swing based on Jett’s body weight and the current speed of the wind. Finally, he gives the swing a small push and your son begins to rock back and forth.

Jett looks a little alarmed to be moving at first, but he quickly realizes this is the same sensation as his swing at home, just front and back instead of side to side. It makes you strangely emotional to watch Eddie push your baby on the swings. It’s a surreal thing. Sometimes it seems like you had two lives; one before you left Hawkins and one after. This is the collision of those two worlds—and the very best parts of those respective worlds, too.

“Does he like it?” Eddie asks you.

“Jett,” you say, bending down to be closer to his eye level. “Are you enjoying yourself? Is Eddie doing a good job? Or do you want me to fire him?”

“Ha ha, you’re so fucking funny,” Eddie deadpans.

“Hey,” you tease with a smile. “Watch your goddamn language around my kid, you motherfucker.”

Well shit, you think to yourself. I want him to be a motherfucker if the mother he’s fucking is me.

“You hear the mouth on your mom, Jett?” Eddie asks. “You’d think she grew up with some trailer park trash kid as one of her best friends.”

“Hey,” you say, tone turning serious. “You’re not—”

“I know,” Eddie cuts you off, giving you a shit eating grin. “Just wanted to get a reaction out of you.”

“Like the time you told me that Shaun Cassidy was quitting music for good and almost gave me a heart attack?”

“Exactly like that.” The devious smile on his face should be annoying, but it’s somehow sexy. “I hope you have some better taste in music now.”

“Oh yeah, my taste in music has definitely matured. Once you become a mom, you automatically start loving all the oldies. That’s something they never tell ya about until you get pregnant.”

“I’ll loan you Wayne’s Elvis records,” Eddie quips.

“You assume I don’t already have my own,” you joke.

“Jesus,” Eddie says with a sigh. “I’m the only hope poor Jett has at growing up with a sense of what good music is.”

“Do not infect my child with Metallica.” You like Metallica, but wanting to get a rise out of one another isn’t a trait exclusive to Eddie.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie tells Jett as he gives him another push. “I got your back, kid.”

Eddie’s offer to have Jett’s back is put to the test on the ride home. The little boy is less than enthused to leave the playground and, combined with his missed naptime, begins wailing at the top of his lungs as soon as he’s buckled into his carseat.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, trying to maneuver the straps around Jett’s shoulders as he writhes and wriggles. “It’s okay, baby. I know, you’re so sad, but it’s okay.” Though you keep your voice as even as possible, you might as well be shouting with the way he’s screeching.

“Let me try something,” Eddie says, crouching down so he’s at Jett’s level. He clears his throat and begins to sing.

Baby, let me be

Your lovin’ teddy bear

Put a chain around my neck

And lead me anywhere

Oh, let me be…your teddy bear

Jett’s cries stall a bit, though his sniffles are like aftershocks rippling through his body.

“Keep going,” you whisper, and Eddie nods.

I don’t wanna be a tiger

Because tigers play too rough

I don’t wanna be a lion

Cause lions ain’t the kind you love enough

At the last line, he reaches out and tickles Jett’s pudgy tummy, and your heart soars with relief as your son giggles.

“Y’like when I sing, huh?” Eddie laughs along with him, standing up and facing you with a grin. “Another point for Team Eddie.”

You muster up a smile and slide into the passenger seat while Eddie starts the car. Why was it so easy for him to calm Jett down, but it takes me forever? Am I a bad mom? The thought gnaws at you the whole ride home, and when Eddie drops you back off, you grab Jett and dash through the front door before the tears can fall.

The next day, Eddie approaches your front door hesitantly. Yesterday when he’d come by, you were in a good mood and eager to head to the park. But after the way you left the car with Jett and didn’t say two words to him before going into the house, Eddie’s not too sure what’s going on. He pokes the doorbell with a ring-clad finger and waits as he hears shuffling footsteps on the other side.

“Oh, hi, Eddie.”

His relief was palpable when you don’t seem upset at him for anything, but he’s as equally concerned because he’s sure he’s never seen you this disheveled before. Hair pulled back from your face, an oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants, and large dark circles under your eyes. To him, you still look absolutely beautiful, but he is also aware that these are signals of exhaustion.

“Christ, Pigtails. You look exhausted.”

“Thanks, Munson,” you mumble. “You really know how to flatter a girl.”

Eddie shakes his head as you step aside to let him in. He’s about to tell you that’s not what he meant, but despite your tiredness, there’s a playful glint in your eye that lets him know you’re just teasing him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says. “Here, give me Jett so you can go nap. Is he in his swing?”

“No, m’fine, Eds.” You take a step forward but your body decides to be a traitor and show just how exhausted you are by having your knee buckle. Eddie’s right there to catch you, gripping you tightly and righting you on your feet.

“You were saying?” Eddie strolls over to where your son is laying on his playmat on the floor, legs kicking in excitement when he sees him. Carefully, Eddie picks up the baby and holds him against his chest. “Come on, Pigtails, you need to rest. Jett looks pretty eager to spend time with his favorite uncle anyway.” As if trying to prove, or disprove his point—Eddie isn’t sure which it is—Jett dribbles some drool on the shoulder of Eddie’s gray Iron Maiden tee.

You want to protest further, but you don’t have the energy for it. “Fine. Only let me sleep for half an hour, okay? And if he starts crying or making a fuss, wake me up.”

“I’ve got it taken care of,” Eddie assures you. “Don’t worry.”

The words do nothing to calm your nerves more than telling someone to stop crying would make their waterworks cease.

“Have you ever watched a baby before?” you ask.

Eddie tilts his head from side to side, as if considering your question. “Well, no, but I watch over Dustin and his friends all the time and I think that’s prepped me for any possible scenario here.”

“Well,” you say with a sigh, running one hand over your face. “I let Mike watch him while I ran to the neighbor’s house yesterday, and that scared me more than this does. Just don’t be afraid to wake me up, okay? Even if you think it’s something stupid.”

“We’ll be fine,” Eddie assures you, smacking a wet kiss to Jett’s cheek. “Go ahead, Jett—tell Mommy that we’ve got it all under control.” Jett, of course, says nothing, and Eddie shrugs. “He, uh, pleads the fifth, I guess. Seriously, go rest.”

“Thirty minutes,” you sternly remind him, and he gives you a little salute as you walk to your room. All of your nerves are swimming in your stomach; it feels wrong not to have your baby right by your side. What’s left of your rational brain reminds you that Eddie is capable of watching him, and he’ll wake you up if there’s an emergency. The sleepiness overtakes you. Just half an hour, you reassure yourself, feeling your eyelids grow heavy, your exhausted body sinking into the mattress…

When you open your eyes again, you feel refreshed. Too refreshed for a measly thirty minute rest. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when your glimpse of the clock informs you that you’d been asleep for over two hours.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you grumble, wiping the sleep from your vision. Why didn’t Eddie wake me up? you silently wonder as you pad towards your door. Oh my God, did something happen to Jett? Is he hurt? Sick? Are they at the hospital? Why wouldn’t he tell me if something was wrong?

You’re about to call out his name when you spot something on the floor. It’s a trail of Polaroid photos leading out to living room. The first one shows Jett grinning at the camera, orange baby food smeared over his face. The caption at the bottom reads, “Don’t worry, Mama! Eddie’s got this!”

The next one is just Eddie in his black Metallica shirt, arm outstretched to take the photo, and Jett in his matching onesie. Then there’s Jett with his hand in a gigantic bowl of popcorn—bigger than him—with the TV remote laying on the other side of him.

Eddie and Jett are having a staring contest in the following picture; Eddie’s deep concentration is juxtaposed by Jett’s absolute cluelessness. “Baby’s first staring contest—he won” is written in Eddie’s messy scrawl. There’s a few more of Eddie mimicking your son’s adorable facial expressions, though your favorite is when they’re both showing off a wide, open-mouthed smile.

You pick up another one; it’s your son wearing Dustin’s Camp Know Where hat, D&D manuals strewn around him. “Planning the next sadistic campaign for Uncle Dusty.” Then another from your cousin’s room where Jett is sitting on his cluttered floor, lightsaber in hand.

Jett wearing sunglasses. Jett with a battered copy of The Hobbit—probably Eddie’s own copy—opening it and looking at it as though he’s actually reading. Jett’s hands tangled in Eddie’s curls while he grimaces to pretend that it hurts (at least, you hope he’s pretending; your son has an iron grip these days). Jett holding a pen to Eddie’s arm mid-scribble, as if he’s giving him another tattoo. This one is right above the litter of bats, and you have a feeling the newest addition is Eddie’s favorite.

The last Polaroid before you reach the living room is of Jett sitting in the driver’s seat of Eddie’s van with his hands on the steering wheel. “Ready to hit the road!” You giggle, tears welling in your eyes at the relief that Jett is okay and from the sheer joy of seeing him so happy.

The sound of Eddie talking to Jett interrupts your thoughts, and you crane your neck to listen.

“And then she totally kicked sand in that little punk’s eyes! It was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen.” He pauses and clears his throat. “Shit, don’t say ‘ass.’ And don’t say ‘shit.’ But, anyway, she’s always looked out for the people she cares about. I’m not surprised that she’s basically the world’s best mom. Pretty cute, too. Always kinda had a little crush on her.” He whispers that last part, but you still hear it.

Slowly, as not to interrupt their moment, you ease your way into the living room from the hall. Jett’s the first one to see you, over Eddie’s shoulder, and his face lights up in glee. It’ll never get old to you how excited your son gets just by seeing your face. Eddie looks over his shoulder to see what the baby is looking at, but does a double take when he sees you standing there.

“O-Oh,” he stutters. “Hey, you’re awake. How was your, uh, nap?” There’s a pink tinge to his cheeks as he stands up, hoisting Jett up onto his hip.

“Was good,” you say. “Longer than a half hour, though.” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him as you walk forward to scoop your son out of his arms.

“Sorry, I just thought—”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure him. “I saw your little photo shoot. Looks like you two had fun together.” Jett babbles happily in your arms as you bring him over to his playpen. All of his favorite toys are in there so he should be fine on his own for a few moments.

“We had lots of fun, didn’t we Jett?”

The words barely leave his mouth before your lips are on his. Eddie’s stiff against your skin, clearly not having expected it. It’s not long before he sinks into it though; cupping your cheeks in his hands and deepening the kiss.

When you pull away for air, Eddie rests his forehead against yours. You take the moment to notice how beautiful he is this close up. The freckles, his dark eyelashes, his dimples. He’s just as beautiful as when you first developed a crush on him all those years ago.

“It’s always been you, Eds,” you speak softly against his mouth. The grin that grows on Eddie’s face is euphoric and more than a little contagious.

“Pigtails, I’ve been waiting ten years to hear you say that.”

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Jada kingdom blasted through the speakers of your car, you got off early from work deciding that you would surprise your boyfriend with his favorite, KFC, a movie and some Chic-fil-A for yourself. It was snowy and you were hype, snow was either non-existent or did to much when it came to New York, so the slush of the ice below the tires of your car reminded you of how lucky you were to have a light snowy winter, just in time for the new year. The only problem was, as you parked your jeep already walking towards his door,his keys linked to the ones for your car, the door didn’t unlock.The locks were changed.

Strange.

You put aside your immediate anger for this man and taught yourself patience, so it took you a while to figure out how you wanted to react to this, the rock next to his doormat and the key that is usually under it posing as the devil and angel on your shoulder. You could either fuck his shit all the way up, or invite yourself in, but there was no key to your surprise.. dusting the snow off of your uggs and hands,adjusting your light blue bodysuit and white puffer jacket. You adjusted your small white beanie with a sigh.You completely understood what this meant.

The bitch is a cheater.

Being rational wasn’t your thing but neither was being dumb. You honked your car horn a couple of times and watched his windows, seeing the silhouette of a long skinny leg, with toes painted black, and an anklet resembling the one he gave you for Valentine’s Day…You heard the door knob shuffle, and wondered if your hearing deceived you because the front door remained still, and to your surprise he attempted to sneak the girl out of the back door which was diagonal from your jeep that you sat alerted in; door still open and legs hanging out, making eye contact with her as she mumbled something to herself.

Now, you didn’t expect your intuition to be spot on like this, in fact you hoped he had just changed his locks because something happened and he forgot to mention it to you.

“Shit” she said holding her head down covering her face with her gloved hands in shame, she knew she had wronged you and it took you a second to realize who it was, until her slimmer familiar figure approached the side walk, and stood in-front of you.

“Bro why is she talking to her…”

He questioned as he paced around his living room, grimacing as he rubbed his hands with his face. He was still shirtless, pajama-pants hanging off oh his thick and muscular pelvis which revealed his recently trimmed happy trail, you could tell he liked what he did by how hard his dick was…He claimed you were his first love, took your virginity and loved you like no one else, but still fucked someone you trusted with your whole life, the future godmother of your kids even.He fucked up the best thing in his life.

What a dumbass.

Your eyes widened with shock as she profusely apologized without any pause, ”Y/n I’m so sorry I know he’s your boyfriend and stuff but I couldn’t help it and he left his jacket in Sasha’s car and I was close to his house and I am so so sorry I know you would never do something like this to me and you’ve took care of me my whole life and-“

Tears couldn’t help but welt in your eyes as the snow on your now damp lashes made them all the more sensitive…no word could describe how you felt, the hatred and heartbreak made your nose flush with even more red considering it was already colder than jack frost’s balls outside, you couldn’t keep it together and you wanted to do nothing but ruin her life after you realized..

“ONYANKOPON YOU’RE FUCKING MY LITTLE SISTER?”

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mamayan · 6 months

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Dear Yanny,

I am desperately humbly requesting a yandere Giyuu being yandere, very very yandere, with a relatively willing darling AFAB/fem reader and a side dish of bedroom spice.

I am in tears.

Sincerely, Desi <3

Let’s do a yandere profile then for Giyuu! I’ve been wanting to try out this format for a minute now.

☆Giyuu Tomioka★

YANDERE PROFILE || OPEN TEMPLATE!

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Implied kidnapping/imprisonment • Yandere • AFAB! Darling

Type

Overprotective!

This yandere type is obsessive and possessive of their darling, but they believe that their actions are justified in the name of protecting their darling. This yandere type may infantilize or cross boundaries their darling lays down. They intentionally or unintentionally take away their darling’s independence.

Giyuu is constantly in a state of worry for you, he’s thinking of you at nearly every second of the day and when you don’t consume his every waking moment, you appear in his dreams. Did you sleep well? Have you eaten? Did you eat enough? Have you gotten sick? Was someone rude to you? What if you’re hurt?

This type of obsession leads to tailing/stalking/monitoring. He watches you at any and every moment he can, and when he can’t then someone he trusts is. Giyuu learns all your habits, likes and dislikes, fears and dreams, and will insert himself into your life. He doesn’t need to be loud or boisterous, in fact his calm demeanor and presence allow him to seamlessly blend into your world without raising any alarms.

This leads to possessiveness forming. His attachment deepens over time and a sort of ownership forms. It stems from his detailed knowledge of you and even your private life which you’ve never shared with him personally. He sees himself as someone who knows you completely, thus making him the most important character in your life.

He doesn’t understand why you’d spend time with anyone else but him. Those “friends” don’t know you hate that food, but they ignore your indirect ways of steering away from eating it. He knows you dislike it, and he’s happy to eat your favorite food with you, even if he doesn’t love it personally. He’s unafraid of stealing you away too, pretending nonchalantly to have been just passing through with a bag full of your most adored goodies, inviting you away from whatever situation you find yourself uncomfortable in.

Giyuu is a gentleman, even in his most unhinged state of watching you sleep at night in your home you were sure you locked up tightly before bed. He’s not going to be mean or hurtful, his yandere tendencies stem from lack of control in life and deep loss.

Breaking Point

Once “danger” threatens their darling.

Giyuu’s instability would worsen over time, not immediately. It would coincide with his feelings for you. The more he falls in love, the more he begins to stress about that love being taken away in some tragic accident. He’s lost his best friend and sister, how can he lose you too? He’s always being protected by those he cared about, shouldn’t he be the one to protect you then?

Giyuu would ponder and even be consumed by guilt once he realized how powerless he truly is to keep you completely safe. You had a life to live, how could he be so selfish as to tie you to him by a short chain and never let you go?

He won’t take action until a threat is posed… even if that threat is only within his own mind.

It could be a demon nearly harming you, a person that is mean towards you, or even you being clumsy and hurting yourself which could set this trigger off. The longer he waits, the more the line of danger becomes skewed. In the end, he’s giving in to his own paranoia. There’s no way to truly escape this break.

Lucidity

Giyuu is actually fairly aware of how wrong his feelings for you have become. What was once innocent and pure has become warped and twisted into something entirely off. He shouldn’t think of you 24/7 nor should he be keeping such a detailed account of your life. It’s completely wrong of him, illegal, invasive towards you, and he feels immense guilt for it.

At first.

At first, he’s consumed with anger and disgust towards himself. He’s one hundred percent lucid at this point and fighting back against his urges and desires. He loves you, how can he be thinking and doing these things?

As time goes on however, his fight with himself becomes a losing battle. He wants you, needs you, has to keep you close. It’s more than he can take really, and in the end, isn’t he pitiful? Won’t you stop struggling? He adores you, he truly only desires your happiness and safety…

In his arms, of course.

Perception of Darling

Complete adoration!

Giyuu is not the sort of man to worship his darling in a religious sense, because humans are flawed and he wouldn’t truly love you if he ignored your flaws right? He loves those too, so Giyuu falls under the category of adoration.

With complete adoration is how Giyuu views you, his beloved darling.

He struggles not to constantly pamper and even mildly infantilize you, though he doesn’t view you as incapable. It’s the opposite in fact, shouldn’t someone as capable and smart as you be spoiled more? He thinks so at least. He wants to take away all your worries and struggles, all of them, because he wants to keep you safe from more than just outside threats.

He wants to protect you from the ones inside too. He knows what depression and anxiety feel like, how they can destroy you from the inside out, and he doesn’t want you suffering from the same thing.

These feelings are pure but his actions can reflect something different.

In his quest to rid you of all troubles, he can unintentionally make himself a trouble, one which he can sadly not rid you of. His simple solutions may even complicate things, like telling you to quit your job and rely on him financially when you complain of a co-worker. He struggles to listen at times, in his desperation to keep you happy at all points in time, and this can be frustrating.

Whether you are screaming at him in rage, crying in fear, or trembling with anxiety… he still thinks there’s no one more adorable and lovely than you. It’s difficult for him to feel anything but love and patience for you, even if he’s the cause of your outbursts.

It’s not that he believes you can do no wrong, it’s just that he could simply care less. As long as you don’t harm yourself, or try harming him (though he understands that much more), then there’s really not much that would cause his perception to waver.

Love Language

Words of affirmation

Giyuu enjoys words of affirmation the most from you. He enjoys all other love languages too, but in a way he somewhat forces quality time (stalking or kidnapping), acts of service (you breathing), receiving gifts (your presence). Physical touch would be a close second, but Giyuu can actually go without it should you not like it.

It’s your words though he cannot receive without you willingly giving it to him.

What he wouldn’t pay or do to hear you tell him “I love you” or “I forgive you” because he does feel guilty taking you. The guilt just doesn’t outweigh his overprotective instincts which drove him to take you in the first place.

Tell him he’s wonderful, compliment his hair or eyes, or tell him you’re grateful for his presence in your life. All will make him melt, his heart softening into silken tofu by your sweet words.

He also loves your voice, so you speaking at all makes his heart flutter. When you decide to utter kind words with that voice?

He’s gone.

Ability/Danger Level

Giyuu is as dangerous as he is pretty. Not to you of course, but to any and all who may or may not pose a threat to you. This includes family and friends too. He’s not above harming or even killing for the sake of protecting you, though he’d never reveal his actions out of his own volition.

He likely will get blood on his hands, especially since it becomes easier to take people out without you noticing once he’s kidnapped you. How can he allow someone who has harmed you to continue living and breathing? Even if the damage was only psychological, he views it as a trespass against his own and it will be met with violence or some similar horror.

He really doesn’t feel any guilt either, though he does have a strong moral code, especially for children. But that weird man who tried sexually harassing you?

The world can go without that sort of scum.

Punishment

Light/Non-scarring

Giyuu is likely one of the most patient yanderes out there, but he’s not without some temper. The quickest way to find yourself over his lap with your ass in the air is to try escaping or harming yourself.

His punishments, even when he’s in the worst of moods, will never be anything terrible. The worst you can expect is isolation.

This will seem fine at first, even enjoyable if you truly wish to get away from him, but over time it will wear you down to a sort of fragility you wouldn’t expect. It’s horrible being alone, maddening to a point you may break down and beg. He’s not able to bear hearing it, so he’d either lift the punishment as you having learnt your lesson or hide away.

A lesser punishment he might use is spanking or privilege revoking. He might ban you from the garden or walks you enjoy or put you over his knee and make your poor bum burn for a little. He’d never hit you anywhere else though, and of course, never use anywhere near his full strength in spanking you. It’s honestly little taps to him, but you might disagree when it hurts to sit later.

Giyuu may even be inclined to deny you sexually/or an orgasm if you are sexually intimate.

Reward

Constantly

How can he not? He wants to spoil you rotten, so much you can’t even fathom living without him and all he provides.

Giyuu absolutely rewards you with freedoms as his darling too, and you’ll learn to truly appreciate them as time goes on in captivity. The more accepting and loving you are towards him, the more freely he takes you out and allows you to do things. He doesn’t think you incapable as a human, which means he doesn’t mind TV, books, or entertainment as long as you aren’t using them to escape.

He’s not stupid and proves rather difficult to manipulate. He may let you play your game to let his guard down, but know once you make a move he’s showing you how futile the act is.

He’s happy to spend money on you though, whatever you like too. He’s a simple man and doesn’t really spend much on himself besides the basics and necessity, so he’s actually happy he gets to use his money for something besides collecting interest. Let him decorate you, or get all the fancy tools for your hobby you’ve always wanted. It’s not hard to get him to “reward” you. In fact, it’s harder to make him stop.

Style

Kidnap!

Try as he might to resist it, he wants nothing more to chain you to his side. That’s not possible though, he’s got obligations to attend to, but he can lock you in a gilded cage.

Treatment

A delicate flower~♡

He’s actually a bit hard to read when you first meet him, but he melts like ice on a hot summer day in your presence. Others may complain about his personality, or lack thereof, but you wonder if they’re talking about the same Giyuu that you know.

He never shuts up? He’s always bringing you fresh bouquets, sweets and snacks, any and all items that catch his eye which he thinks you’ll like. He’s detailed and incredibly considerate, and this doesn’t change when you’re taken captive either.

Though he won’t allow you to leave him, he can still give you… space. Your own room if you request it, a little garden, your space, as long as it doesn’t involve straying too far from him.

He’s not controlling in a sense of depriving you of basic human abilities, like cooking or using tools. He knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, and he’s careful not to make you feel otherwise.

He really tries. It’s not always perfect though. When you’re cooperative and willing, he has an easier time letting go of the reigns, but when you aren’t? He’ll lock doors and drawers like one might with a small toddler, his mistrust will show through his actions.

Intimacy

Sexually attracted~

Giyuu’s feelings for you are pure in a sense, but he’s a man with wants and desires…that just happen to all be directed at you.

He craves to hold and caress you, and he’s a bit embarrassed to admit he’s done so while you’ve slept. Your defenseless sleeping expression invokes both envy and adoration. He wishes he slept like that and also wishes you’d never sleep any other way. It’s intimate to him, cradling your slumbering form in his arms, pliant and sweet for him to gaze at until the sun rises. His anxiety for you is quenched when he holds you like so, and he enjoys the peace it brings him emotionally.

If you reject his physical affection, Giyuu is surprisingly one of the few yandere types to respect that boundary.

Don’t be mistaken though, he’s not above manipulating your feelings if there is a chance you’re only rejecting him due to the circumstances you’re in. It’s understandable to be frightened in the beginning, he’s not pushy in asking for anything from you that you aren’t willing to give to him.

But he knows he’s an attractive man, and feels nothing walking shirtless before you, or training while you can see. He’s seductive in how he’ll speak to you, lowering his tone and softening it, making you lean in closer to hear him. That’s when you’ll smell him, a clean and masculine scent that will confuse your mind and body because how can someone evil smell so good?

It won’t be hard to succumb to his advances if you’ve been intimate before you’d been taken. He’s detailed, remember? Confident he knows you inside and out, and that includes your weak points. Where to whisper or breathe to make you melt, where to touch to have you gasping, and how to deep he needs to thrust to make you scream. He’s well aware of how much pressure and time he needs to spend between your legs, how to lick your drooling cunt to have you shake and spasm, where to curl his fingers to make you tear at his locks.

No, Giyuu would never force any sort of intimacy on you. He makes it terribly difficult not crave it in fact.

Freedom

Minimal to none—

While in his presence, feel free to ask for walks, dates, or shopping sprees. He’s fine with taking you out so long as you act normally too.

Otherwise expect nothing. No freedom. Your cage may be luxurious and beautiful but you will never leave it, not without his supervision. He won’t budge either, there’s no convincing him something is safe or acceptable. It’s one of the few times you will see him stern and unbending with you, nothing you do will make him cave.

Begging and pleading may even irritate him enough to punish you as well. Why do you want to leave so badly? Is he so terrible to you?

Habits

Sleep watching

Giyuu spends an abnormal amount of time watching you sleep, even at the expense of his own rest. This won’t ever actually affect you, as he never outright tells you he does this, but if you figure it out or wake up unexpectedly to catch him… it may make you nervous to fall asleep.

Sexual Kinks (for non-platonic yandere)

Marking/Praise/Edging&Overstimulation

Giyuu felt these urges mildly before he met you. He’s aware he likes being told how well he’s performing, holding off an orgasm for him or his partner, or making both himself and his partner a mess with overstimulation.

It’s so much worse now though. He can’t help how desperate he becomes with you, how needy and near feral it makes him to just think of filling your pretty pussy up with his cum. It’s sad almost how you turn him into such a pathetic man. He wants to brand himself on you, it wars with his need to never hurt you too, so he settles by sucking bruises into your skin and occasionally biting you. He’s vocal when you’re both intimate, he tells you how much he adores you, what he adores about you (everything), and how good you are for him. His precious pearl, his ocean and entire heart, he’s not the least bit ashamed as he grits his teeth and cries your name as he comes apart. Giyuu loves teasing you and himself too, working you both so close to the edge before stopping, leaving you both whiny and desperate for one another. He needs you to cling to him, to beg for more, to take it too.

His kinks aren’t one sided. He wants you to mark him up, in the way he wishes he could bring himself to do to you. So drag your nails across his skin, make him wear a collar of your bites and kisses around his neck, pull his hair and bruise him. Anyway you show ownership of him is welcomed, though the amount of dominance he’ll accept from you is dependent on your acceptance of your new life with him. He’s less inclined to release the reigns of control when you’re still adapting, cautious and fearful it may be a ruse to trick him and escape. He’ll relax eventually, and even begin to crave the times you tie him up and torment him like he does to you. Deny his poor aching cock again and again, make him beg for you and worship your sweet cunt as you ride his face, and then deny him again just because. He’d even accept if you just stopped there, leaving him painted red and panting, exhausted but not finished. He’d be entirely grateful if you took mercy too, rode his pretty thick cock until he became delirious and keep going even after he’s cum, moving your hips like a goddess on his lap while he pleads for rest and mercy. He can cum multiple times, but it borders on painful after the third, he won’t complain much though if you test his limits.

He’s happy to return the favor, but Giyuu’s favorite way to overstimulate you both is deep hard sex, holding your gaze as he fills you over and over, your pussy oozing his white hot load each time he pulls out to put you in a new position, before he plugs you right back up. Giyuu likes to cum pressed as firmly against your womb as he can, and he likes when you cum around his cock. It feels to most complete to him, and he cherishes the pleasured look on your face.

If it ever becomes too much, a quick way to make him finish is to praise him too. Tell him how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he is, how you like what he’s doing. His hips will always stutter in surprise, blue eyes widening as he gasps and tenses, cock twitching and threatening to spill just from your lovely voice complimenting him.

Boundaries

The front door—

How can he protect you if you run away? He draws a solid line at the doorway. You will not be crossing it without him or else.

Leniency

Strict

Unsurprisingly for an overprotective yandere, Giyuu is incredibly strict.

You’re health and safety are top priority for him, so from when you wake up to when you fall asleep, he’s got all of it tracked.

Your daily needs are monitored like your exact location in his home. He likes having eyes on you at all times. He won’t enforce specific meal plans, but he makes sure you are eating enough, you’re getting enough vitamins and nutrients, and doctor visits are regular. He even knows your menstrual cycle.

You will be asking him for any and all things, he keeps that under tight control. If you want to bake bread or grow a garden, it will all be done through his means.

Overall Rating

89/100

Giyuu Tomioka is an incredibly dangerous yandere!

While he poses minimal threat to you as his darling, he’s a risk to the outside world and your surroundings. He’s sure in his carnage in the name of protecting you, and he’s lucid about it too, which makes him quite threatening.

You’re chance of escape is little to none, and the punishment following it will surely make your teeth ache.

Snippet

“You’re trying to leave?” His tone is soft, no true indication of his mood to those unfamiliar with him.

You were familiar with him though, and his words made your blood run cold. You weren’t trying to leave, you had only wanted fresh air in fact, but the position you were in now made that difficult to believe even to your own eyes. Balanced on the flat surface of the kitchen counter, you were struggling to open the window due to the cold having frozen it outside. Once you had gotten it open, like an animal you’d stuck your head out immediately. It was an instinctive reaction in all honestly, you just wanted the cool air on your skin.

You should’ve gotten him to do it though, he would’ve, you knew, but you’d wanted to do it yourself. To have the little moment all to your own. A foolish goal in the end, as this was where it took you now. He’s not looking at you, just leaned against the entryway with his arms crossed and a cool expression painting his features, head tilted slightly down.

“I’m not!” It’s too quick a denial to absolve you of suspicion, especially as you scramble down with a face appearing impossibly guilty. “I just wanted to open the window,” you explain, but the nervous rise of your voice and the way you look frightened only make his eyes narrow a fraction. He doesn’t believe you. You need him to believe you, because your punishment for escape is always his silence. It’s damning to your senses that crave company and interaction, his patience greater than your own.

“My love, I swear, I really, truly wasn’t,” you stepped closer, heart rate picking up as anxiety tickled your senses. “I would never leave you,” you whisper, coming up to him even as he gazes down at you with eyes pooling with disbelief and suspicion.

He’s unable to resist pulling you into his arms though, wrapping you up close to him and appreciating your softness in his grasp. It helps as you wrap your arms around his neck, press yourself impossibly closer, and whimper in his ear. His grip increases a fraction, a shiver going down his spine while one hand slips further down to cup your ass and lift you.

His strength amazed you at times, and terrified you at others.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, whispering promises of never leaving his side and loving him forever against his lips before he silences you with a kiss. His soft lips warm and coaxing as he takes you out of the kitchen and towards your shared room in the house. His hold becomes a bit too harsh as you’re laid on the bed, his weight blanketing you. His eyes are darker than usual, deeper pools of blue you worry might drown you as he slips his hands beneath your skirt, calloused fingers running along the soft flesh of your thigh as he spreads them. A burning need deep in his gut to remind you where you belong.

“Who do you belong to?” It’s so light against your lips you nearly miss it.

Until he tears your underwear off, a yelp elicited from you at the sting on your flesh from where he tugged and tore them.

“You!”

He easily slips between your legs, fingers sliding through your folds, finding your puffy nub and applying pressure until you’re moaning.

“G-Giyuu…”

“That’s right. You belong to me, don’t you pearl? All mine,” he’s pressing into you, two fingers opening you up despite your entrance weeping for all of him. Still mostly clothed you grip his sleeves, whining because it’s not enough, his lips hushing you again. He swallows all the little noises you make, tongue invading and stealing your ability to think as he fucks you with his fingers. Each shlick of your pussy has you heating further, the lewd wet noises he elicits making your legs tremble around his waist.

He breaks the kiss, rubbing and stretching your gummy walls before curling his fingers and vigorously attacking your poor g-spot, his lips tugging into a smile as you shatter for him.

You’re left limp beneath him, the orgasm he tore from you too quickly made you dizzy as you pant and gather your mind again. Giyuu is already sliding the tip of his cock through your slick before you can recover, pressing forward once he’s lubricated enough to slip past the tight first ring of muscle into your warmth. His cock spreads you perfectly, opening you up and leaving you gasping for air due to the sensitive inner walls being stimulated further.

It’s desperate and messy how he fucks you, intertwining your fingers and pressing them beside your head, kissing and marking your neck up while repeating under his breath how you’re his.

“Mine too—!” Your airy cry has him sinking even deeper, a groan coming out at your own claiming of him.

“Giyuu—,” he wants nothing more than to brand your soul with himself.

“Yours,” he nods, looking into your eyes as he bullies his cock against your poor cervix, using his thighs to press you up further, almost in half while he fucks you.

“All yours,” he moans, burying his face in your neck while he stuffs you full, the room heating as you did, your core tightening around him while your body edges on the beginning of another orgasm.

He stops just before you can cum. His weight and warmth immediately leaving you as you cry out in denial. Your wide gaze on his cooling expression, his jaw taunt with tension.

“Giyuu…?”

“Not till you learn.” Your confusion must show on your face.

“That you’ll never be safe unless you’re by side.”

He didn’t believe you.

“But I—,”

“Shh… I know, my sweet pearl.” He’s blanketing you again, warmth returning to your body but his eyes remain cool.

“You’ll learn eventually.”

Something dark swirls in those depths, your gut telling you to run but…

There’s no where to go.

Dividers hand drawn by @benkeibear !

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runningthroughthegarden · 11 months

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you were never are mine pt3

summary: fake relationships with your enemy are never a good idea. but this one was.

word count: 1.3k last part!!

as soon as jack left, you broke down into tears once more. sure you hated him before, but somewhere along the way the line between real and fake began to blur. you found yourself falling for him. and now, it had been ripped away.

jack found tears spilling out of his eyes on the way home. as soon as the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back. he didnt know why he blew up on you but he knew you didnt deserve it. he never truly hated you, just frustrated you could never be his. but now that frustration had become reality.

the next few days were awfully silent. a few months ago you wouldve been overjoyed by this fact, but now you felt like a piece of you was missing. the very first premiere was in just two days so you knew you had to pull yourself together.

the day leading up to the premiere you did anything and everything you could to keep jack out of your mind. on the other hand, you were the only thing going through jacks mind.

sitting in the makeup chair, you felt all your nerves catching up to you. this will be the first time you see jack since that night. not only would it be the first interaction since then, but all eyes would be on you. this event was the day where you and jack officially announce your ‘relationship’ to the world. sure there had been many sightings of you two, but this would make everything official. his hurtful words replay in your head. you had thought that maybe he was falling for you too, but you had never been so wrong.

stepping out of the car, you are met with screaming and flashing lights. immediately forgetting about any worry, you feel a sense of pride wash over you. all your hard work had payed off. you giggle walking over to fans, signing and chatting. you were so distracted you didnt see jack coming up beside you.

he was distracted for a moment, taking in your appearance. he thought you looked absolutely stunning. seeing you smile and laugh with your fans, a true genuine smile. he continued on, beginning to chat with fans and sign posters.

finally noticing his presence, you turn to look at jack. you hate to admit that he looks amazing. you couldnt help but stare, the moment was interrupted by your assistant letting you know it was almost time to walk the carpet. you collect your thoughts for a moment as your makeup artist touches you up. smoothing down your dress you smile walking onto the carpet. you pose for photos, feeling the most confident you have in weeks. that is until jack enters the carpet. you lock eyes for what feels like an eternity, feeling every emotion come over you. he walks over to you, sliding his arm around your waist. you look up at him while he begins smiling at the camera. shaking off your nerves you do the same. the photographers go absolutely insane.

“jack are you guys a couple?!”

“y/n over here! what made you fall for him?”

“jack!!! y/n!!!”

“you guys are stunning together”

laughing off your nerves, you are quickly escorted off the carpet and to your very first interview.

“y/n, listen i wanted to-” jack begins but is quickly cut off by the interviewer.

“jack! y/n! how lovely it is to see you! so when did this happen?!” the interviewer asks, very excited to see you two together.

“well we obviously met during the filming of this movie but we really connected towards the end. we started hanging out and it just felt natural to be together” you link your hands together, leaning into his side.

“so jack, what attracted you to y/n?” the interviewer asks.

“everything really i mean” he begins, looking down at you.

“she just has these gorgeous eyes that you could stare at forever. she’s one of the most positive people ive ever met. theres never a moment with her where im not smiling or laughing. she just brings this energy that you cant help but feel comforted by. y/n is one of the most hard-working people i have ever met, she has such a burning passion. i could talk about her for forever.” he finishes, beginning to rub circles on your hand with his thumb.

“wow, i mean to have a love like yours. i’ll let you guys go but i hope you have an amazing evening” the interviewer ends.

you suddenly feel overwhelmed and anxious. from jacks words to his comforting hand, knowing he didnt mean any of it. tearing away from his side you rush into the building trying to collect yourself. tears threatening to spill, you take a few deep breaths. jack quickly finds you, rushing after you. you see him and sigh trying to make a quick escape. he reaches for your arm pulling you in.

“y/n please just talk to me. i didnt mean any of what i said that night-” jack begins.

“i don't need your apology jack. please don't make me feel more stupid than i already do.” you look up at him, tears blurring your vision.

“what do you-”

“im in love with you jack. i think i have been since the beginning, of everything. these last few weeks i just, ive never felt happier. you make me happy. since that moment in your car, i was head over heels and there was nothing i could do to stop it. somewhere along the way it wasnt an act for me anymore.” you explain, tears rolling down your cheeks.

silence falls over you as jack only stares. feeling enough embarrassment you begin to walk away.

quickly pulling your arm, jack smashes his lips against yours. you immediately melt into the kiss reaching your arms around his neck as he pulls you in incredibly closer. every emotion you have ever felt in the past few months is poured into the kiss. pulling apart with red cheeks and pink lips.

“im in love with you y/n” jack confesses.

“and im so sorry for that night. i wish i could take it all back, i didnt mean any of it. but i meant every word i said to that interviewer. i am so utterly and hopelessly in love with you.”

“so much for being enemies huh” you smile up at him.

pulling him in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. the whole enemy act was overrated anyway.

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vampiresareqt · 8 months

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WHY Iñaki HAS BEEN Luffy SINCE THE BEGINNING!!!

A summarised history of Iñaki Godoy Jasso and his parallels to Monkey D. Luffy

I'm sure Iñaki tried to keep his composure so hard. (Our Cry Baby) But on his way home he broke down in tears and laughter (Such a Joyful boy)

Just to make this video even stronger; Iñaki's goals as a child were to make people laugh and to use his genuine smile to make others smile. He CRAVES freedom too!

And at one point he even wanted to become a competitive eater, 'cause HE LOVES FOOD!

REACHING HIS GOALS

Source: [x]

How much did he want to reach his goals? He was once bailed on by one of his partners in a play where he had the role of the mischievously grinning Cheshire Cat (Also fitting wtf) He was like 8???

And while he was panicking at first, he improvised his way out of it, saw the smiles and laughter of the crowd and DID NOT WANT TO GIVE UP. He felt the freedom of acting and expression and the joy of seeing people laugh. He literally said he wanted to continue acting CAUSE OF FREEDOM!!!

He later pursued comedy, 'cause of his love of cheering people up...

If you don't really remember the significance of "freedom" when it comes to Luffy,

youtube

"Sometimes, an honest smile is more than enough."

He values smiling and making others smile. And just like Iñaki, one of Luffy's key assets is his wide smile! So when Iñaki did his research on Luffy he didn't want to make it too complicated at first. He narrowed him down to that smile we love and aimed to perfect it. And of course, as the smiley person he is it came naturally.

This also kinda parallels Luffy's "Don't care about the story, just get me to do something." mindset. In this case, Iñaki going for an audition kind of blind, then simplifying Luffy's character and then building on it with 100% determination is so reminiscent of our boy. He ended up appreciating and admiring Oda-Sensei so much after getting involved. And making him laugh came naturally to him as well.

Helping people is important!

He loves doing charity things. Especially knowing his little sister endured a lot of hardships, he as a young child did a campaign against bullying and to raise awareness... "The Jasso-Godoy Family are the group leaders of CAP Grupo Mexico in Mexico City, Mexico and their own non-profit!!!"

"Mia is beautiful the way she is. Any way she is, I'd still love her. If there is someone at school... or anywhere, be nice to them, okay? I am her brother."

Watch the heartwarming video below!

He is very flexible in ways he can do so many things, versatility, but also physically, he loves jumping around and doing tricks and even when he gets hurt he smiles, cause he learned from it and had fun...

In this video he is introducing himself and talking about his versatility. Saying "Whatever you want me to do, I'll be at your service." So if you have goals in your movie or show, he will do his utmost best to make it a reality.

Hope I translated it correctly...

Always a Pirate

He has also always had something with the sea and pirates... Foreshadowing

In the same TikTok he was talking about his mischief he showed us a pic of him as a kid, where he is wearing a pirate themed Spongebob T-Shirt. EVEN THE POSE IS VERY LUFFY!

In one of his Insta posts, while he was on his 80 day trip around the Caribbean he posted an even older pic of him and his sister Mia WEARING PIRATE OUTFITS.

I immediately said he bares a striking resemblance to young Luffy smiling.

UNCANNY!!!

So in the end...

Even without mentioning any of these childhood things Iñaki experienced before finding One Piece. Just that short audition clip made Oda laugh instantly and overwhelmed Oda with Luffy vibes. JUST FROM IÑAKI'S GENUINE ENERGY!!!!!

So people saying Oda's Haki predicted Iñaki is like... I could kinda believe that. Or maybe the reason why the Live Action did not start production till about 4 years later, is because we had to wait for Iñaki to grow up to the same age as Luffy, 17, for Oda to meet the person who best represents his beloved main character.

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williamswifey · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; you and bella’s love story told through taylor swift’s ‘the story of us’.

content warnings ; angst

a/n ; this is a multiple part fic !! i will link the other parts below when they’re published <33 sorry for ghosting u guys, ive been so busy :(

masterlist

i used to think one day we'd tell the story of us

you and bella had been the internet’s power couple for years. countless interviews, photo shoots, and social media posts had your relationship broadcasted nationwide.

you thought they were the one, but you were wrong. oh, how you were so wrong.

how we met and the sparks flew instantly

you and bella had met at a movie premiere a few years back. you were there in support of your friend, they had been invited by the producer of the movie.

they didn’t know anyone there, and you noticed them immediately—their personality was brighter than anyone you had ever seen and you just knew you had to meet them.

lucky for you, they had been thinking the same thing. the rest was history.

people would say, "they're the lucky ones"

you remembered looking at your social media comments, usually flooded with support of you and bella. there were always edits popping up on your for you page on tiktok, and you knew people loved you and bella together.

i used to know my place was a spot next to you

bella was the first person that you never doubted. you knew they loved you, it was set in stone. whatever you needed, they were there with open arms.

until they weren’t.

now i’m searching the room for an empty seat

when you and bella split. your world was turned upside down. you were so good at putting on a brave face—but truth be told, you felt out of place.

you didn’t know where to go, you had lost your special place in bella’s heart.

'cause lately i don't even know what page you're on

it wasn’t like you and bella were on terrible terms. they still texted you every so often, and sometimes commented on your social media posts.

but they broke up with you, not the other way around. so what exactly did they want from you?

oh, a simple complication

you and bella’s relationship began to crumble after an argument one day. they had a tough day at work, and came home to find you on the phone with your friend.

you were giggling at something your friend said and hadn’t even noticed bella got home. jealously soared through them like a burning blaze, and they asked you to get off the phone

well—not asked. demanded.

miscommunications lead to fall out

bella wasn’t a very jealous person. sure, sometimes they got possessive—but it was never overbearing or something that posed as a threat to your relationship.

it was like something snapped that day. bella didn’t even hear your side of the story, but accused you of cheating on them. it was so absurd, you were at a loss for words.

you loved bella. you’d never cheat on them, where did they even get an idea like that?

however, bella took your silence as an unspoken answer declaring your guilt. they told you they loved you, but they needed space, and went to stay with a friend for a few days.

when they came home, they sat you down and apologized. still, they said that they needed to work on themselves and needed time away from you. they left you in confused tears, as they closed the door and never looked back.

so many things that i wish you knew

when you and bella split, the media knew immediately, even though the two of you agreed to keep your breakup quiet.

you were still in disbelief of your abrupt breakup. just a month ago, things were perfect. but now? everything fell apart.

you just wished you could explain, but something deep down told you that something had been wrong in your relationship for a while, and this situation had been the perfect time to end things.

so many walls up i can't break through

while you and bella kept things friendly, you were unable to get the answers you desired. why did bella end things so abruptly?

you knew them better than anyone. and you certainly weren’t dumb enough to believe the reason they broke up with you was to ‘focus on themself’.

now i'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking

you had been invited to an award show. bella had been invited to the same one. it was awkward, at first—especially because all the paparazzi could talk about how you two had both attended the award show—but separately.

it caused your heart to ache, and you missed bella. they looked gorgeous, as usual. you tried your best to fake a smile, and it was working.

the award show had been going smoothly for the most part—until dinner. while most award shows had designated seating—this award show was disorganized behind the scenes, with no seating chart.

normally this wouldn’t bother you. normally, you and bella would be together, and it didn’t matter where you sat.

you could’ve been sitting in the parking lot eating cold pizza, and you’d still be happy, as long as you had bella.

the room was crowded, with so many familiar and famous faces in the area. you had spoken to a few of them, making small talk and mindless conversations.

after a few rounds of small talk, you grew bored. you leaned against the wall and took a sip of your drink, your eyes landing on bella, talking with a group of people.

you watched them speak with such rigor, such enthusiasm. you wished more than anything that it could’ve been you.

and i'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?

bella seemed unbothered but your breakup. they acknowledged you as if you were simply an aqaintance, and not someone who they’d known for years.

did they forget you knew everything about them? did they forget they knew everything about you? did they suddenly erase you from their memory?

you couldn’t lie and pretend you didn’t talk bella’s socials. you saw them living their best life, making new friends, getting new offers.

it was killing you to see bella so happy. you were happy for them, but a small part of you—the worst part of you, wished they weren’t.

you wondered if bella was like you—putting a brave face on for the world and breaking down at night.

it bothered you that you’d never know the answer.

i don't know what to say since the twist of fate, when it all broke down

you remembered your relationship with bella. it wasn’t perfect, but what relationship was?

was it your fault? had bella been going through something and you hadn’t noticed? your brain swirled with insecurities.

your life was picture perfect, down to the very last detail. but alas, your life’s track got derailed. everything snapped like a rubber band under too much pressure.

and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

you scrolled through your photo album of bella. photos of them sleeping—you thought they were the most angelic sleeper ever, photos of them you had taken off-guard and giggled about with them, and photos of the two of you together.

you thought bella was the one.

maybe they were it for you, but you hadn’t been it for them.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 5 months

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Behind the Scenes:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Seungmin and Felix (Chan is slightly involved ig)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: *bondage*, video taking, i got flustered reading this 🫠 AND IM WRITING THIS

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

“HYUNG!” Seungmin screeched when Lee Know stuck his finger in his armpit again.

“Hm?” The older asked innocently, boba eyes blinking slowly and a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“You know what you’re doing.” Seungmin whined, shoving at Minho’s hand.

“Aweee. Seungminnie is too ticklish~” Minho cooed, watching as the younger visibly short-circuited, eye twitching as he blushed up to his ears.

“Ugh. Don’t do it again.” Seungmin threatened, stifling a giggle when the older mocked him.

Lino decided to find a new victim, choosing the person who looks the most unlikely to try and wreck him back.

He was in his tickle monster mood, and he was thriving.

“Yongbok-ahhh~” Minho teased at the boy’s side with his finger.

Sadly for the dancer, however, Felix had been watching the whole scene with Seungmin while posing for the concept pictures, since that’s what the group was doing.

And Felix was already frustrated with how things were going, as the pictures weren’t coming out the way he hoped, and he had to do multiple retakes.

He called for a break, snatching the handcuffs off of his belt.

It was a look for the comeback, but it would certainly work in his favor to have his hyung vulnerable for some stress relief.

Lixie stuck his tongue in his cheek, slowly approaching the nervous older, who giggled and shrunk under the younger’s intense gaze.

“Please! I’m sorry we can talk about this! AHH!” Minho shrieked when Seungmin grabbed his wrists from behind, successfully immobilizing the oldest.

Felix snapped the cuffs snug around the cat’s wrists, making sure to attach them round the pole above the begging older.

The second he was open and vulnerable, Seungminnie ducked down and squeezed at Minho’s sides, already coaxing loud giggles out of the older.

“plehehehease! noho tihihickling!” Minho giggled, shrieking with laughter when Lixie joined in silently, wiggling fingers into exposed armpits and watching him squirm and try to yank his arms down.

“Awe. Poor hyung. Should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a brat.” Felix chuckled darkly as Minho blushed a bright red.

“nohoho PLEASE AHAHAHA!” Fingers in the bunny’s sides turned into fast digging in the crevices of his ribs, leaving the oldest in hysterics.

“FELIX! FEHEHEHELIXAHH STOHOHOHOP!” Minho tried to sound stern, but the wide smile on his face and hysterical laughter didn’t help one bit.

“Hey! I’m here too!” Seungmin immediately ducked his arms down to tickle at Lino’s hypersensitive thighs, leaving the older thrashing and screaming.

Lee Know’s knees were shaking and on the verge of buckling due to the intense sensations, and he was practically bucking in every direction possible to escape the two pairs of hands tickling him to pieces.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t escape. He had to stand there and endure it all, at least until the two lers decided to granted him some mercy.

“MIHINNIE! LIHIXIE! MEHEHEHERCY! PLEASE I CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT!” He screamed and thrashed as the fingers lifted off his body for a split second just to descend onto other, more sensitive spots.

Tears of mirth welled up in Lino’s eyes. He tried to contain it, he really did.

However, once they started to flow down his cheeks, they didn’t stop.

“HAHAHAH! IHIHITS TOOHOO MUHUHUCH! IHIM SAHAHARRY I WOHOHONT DOHO IHIT AGAIN!” Minho let out a frustrated scream when the fingers never let up, only managing to keep him consistently in incoherent laughter.

They finally granted him a minute’s break, watching as the oldest slumped against the poll.

Seungmin continued to poke at his side after the minute though. He made sure to have Felix squeezing harshly at the other side as well, and the contrasting tickles threw Minho into another round of laughter.

“What are you doing to him?” Chan’s voice drifted from behind the three boys, breaking off into giggles when he sees his eldest kid in such hysterics.

“Ahhh. I see. What did he do this time?” Chan crossed his arms and grinned when Minho tried to beg for help, but was cut off when Lixie dug into his armpits again.

“Go ahead. Tell him.” Seungmin’s eyes narrowed as Minho threw his head back, and Minnie made sure to protect the older’s head against the pole.

“IHIHI WAHAS BEHEING A BRAHAHAT! IM SOHOHORRY PLEHEASE HELP ME!” Minho managed to make out through his choked laughter; he was starting to reach his limit.

“Hmm. I actually have a better idea.” Channie started, following by pulling out his phone.

“What are you…ohh. Okay, I see you!” Felix grinned as Chan snapped pictures of the poor boy, who screamed with laughter when Seungmin attacked his hips.

“Ouuu Minho hyung! Smile for the camera, baby~” Felix teased.

“IHIM AHAHALREADY LAHAHAUGHING!” Minho squealed.

“Oh these are for the museum! Why are you so cute?!” Chan exclaimed, continuing to change angles just to fluster the poor boy.

“Oooh! Take a video! STAYs will love it. So would you, hyung. No no, don’t try to deny it.~” Felix cooed when the bunny’s blush only deepened.

Chan clicked start, and that’s when the two lers really went all out.

“Hello STAYs! Look who decided to be a brat today~” Chan smiled at poor Minho from over the camera

“NOOHOHO! SOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP! STOOOOP! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT!- ” Lino’s hysterical laughter turned into desperation, sobs of laughter racking his whole body as the two boys switched between spots, so fast that he started to see stars in his vision.

“Oookay! I think that’s seriously enough guys, he might actually die.” Chan wiped the tears off of Lino’s exhausted face.

“please…noho mohore…” He breathed out, body still jerking from the agitation.

“Oh my god, did we go to far? Hyung i’m so sorry we got carried away and-” Felix worriedly started to ramble.

“It’s okay…I-I didn’t mind.” Minho shyed away from the three boys’ cooing, face turning an adorable shade of pink.

“Posted!” Chan suddenly chirped, staring down at his phone.

“CHRISTOPHER! hey-GET THESE OFF OF ME, YOU BRATS!” Minho yanked at the handcuffs, screeching when the three ran out of the room in boisterous laughter.

[10 Minutes Later]

“Hyung? HAHA what happened?!” Changbin giggled when Minho shot him a grumpy look, shaking at the handcuffs yet again.

“Can you just get these off-”

‘Ding!’ Came the notification from Binnie’s phone.

The rapper pulled out his phone, staring at it for a few seconds before bursting into giggles.

“Dang. They really wrecked you, huh?” Changbin sent a cheeky smirk at the older.

“Huh?” Minho frowned.

Binnie showed him the video that was posted on Chan’s official Instagram, and Lino groaned as the view count skyrocketed.

“Hoorah. Now can you get these off? Please!” Minho whined.

“Fine fine, just stay still.”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

also this is the fic with the two lers everyone wanted 🥺

idk about this one it seems too…rough ig

#midzywannabeitzy #kpop tickle #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee! minho #ler chan #ler felix #ler seungmin #poor minho

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rosiesmuts · 2 years

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Your New Favorite Cocktail

Male reader x BLACKPINK Jennie

Words: 2,300

Follow up to: Roadside Assistance

Next: For Your Eyes Only

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After your roadside rendezvous with Rosé, it was inevitable she would tell her other members you were in town. The next day, it is no surprise when your first notification of the day contains two words, a single picture of Jennie in a bikini, and a location tag to a private beach somewhere on the big island.

“Cum quickly” the text message reads.

Quickly setting off to the coordinates of the location tag, you look around, but are still unable to spot Jennie. After giving her a call, she walks towards you sporting an orange halter top, black bikini bottoms, and a large gummy smile. Before you can even say hello, she hands you her phone.

“I need to take Instagram photos, so you’re my special photographer for the day” she tells you with a wink.

The first pose goes on without any trouble, but a sly smile appears on Jennie's face as she slowly turns her body towards you and slides her thumbs into her top–bringing her hands inward to expose her tits to you. As you stand there slack jawed, she fixes her top while laughing and makes her way to the next photo spot. Another successful photo and she turns around, bends over, and moves her bottoms inwards to show you her ass. One more successful photo and she lowers the front part of her bottoms to show you her glistening slit. This pattern continues as she flashes a different part of her body after each snap you take.

“What do you think of your payment for being such a good photographer?”

“You’re driving me crazy here Jennie.”

The incessant flashing and the sultry look now on Jennie’s face has your member pitching a visible tent in your trunks. Thankfully it doesn’t take long for Jennie to walk towards you, grab her phone out of your hand, and fervently peck and lick at your torso and abs on her way down to her knees.

“I can’t have you taking photos of what I’m about to do next.” Jennie looks up at you with lust filled eyes.

Jennie uses her dainty hands to rub all along your cock from the outside of your trunks making you even more desperate for relief.

“Look how hard you are from just looking at me. Do I turn you on that much? What if I did this…”

Jennie continually teases you as she briefly lowers your trunks to expose your dick, only to raise them back up again. She continues to use her hands to rub your shaft while rubbing your tip along her lips–your nylon trunks being the only thing separating you and heaven.

At your absolute limit, and knowing that Jennie wants nothing more than to treated like a sex doll, you wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. Jennie once again tries to rub your clothed tip against her lips, but you quickly lower your trunks and stuff the entirety of your cock into her throat in one swift motion. Jennie's eyes immediately open wide and begin to water as she attempts to push back against your thighs, but you hold on to the back of her head–Jennie was able to take your cock into the depths of their mouth better than any girl you’ve ever met before. It’s been far too long since you’ve had your cock buried deep into Jennie’s throat so you continue to hold the back of her head as you rhythmically thrust in and out of her needy mouth.

When she eventually stops pushing against your thighs, she wraps her hands around your butt to pull you in deeper as she relaxes her throat and holds her nose against your abs. Her face turns red after keeping herself locked in for a minute, so she releases her hands and takes a deep breath when you withdraw your rod completely from her throat. Though there was no makeup to be ruined, you look down at the beautiful mess you've created with drool and tears scattered across her face. When she starts to cough, you decide to sarcastically ask, "What's wrong Jennie, too rough?"

The question seems to light a fire in her as she regains her composure and takes a hold of your cock with one hand to slap it against her flat tongue while she uses her other to pull against the elastic on her bottoms to show you her absolutely drenched pussy.

"Look how wet you’ve made me. Now fuck my face like you mean it."

With both parties fully prepared for the ravishing of Jennie's mouth, you hold the sides of her head with both hands as she stares up at you and takes you all the way into her throat. The way your cock easily slides into her neck makes you think her mouth was designed as your personalized sex toy as the crashing of your cock into her throat synchronizes with the crashing of the waves into the beach.

“Make me fucking gag!” Jennie orders you when you give her a brief respite. Turning her hair into an impromptu ponytail, you use it as a handle as you begin to fill her mouth and throat with your rock hard cock. The insane amount of satisfaction never gets old as you can visibly see each time you enter and exit her throat. With anyone else, you would have expected them to tap on your thighs, but you knew Jennie was too proud as she begins to gag when you piston in and out as forcefully and fast as you could–the saliva in her mouth gathering so quickly, some starts to leak out, staining her orange halter top. You can feel your orgasm forming so you pull your cock out of Jennie’s mouth–leading to a loud, audible gasp.

“Paint my face!” Jennie orders you as she uses both her hands to provide a corkscrew motion on your shaft while she closes her eyes and uses her tongue to flick under your head. After you let out a loud groan, she moves her head back to await the upcoming torrential of semen. Blast after blast completely coats her beautiful face as she smiles and giggles as she feels each one warming up her skin.

As she kneels below you, she blindly reaches down for her phone and takes a selfie. “How’s the picture look?” she asks as she hands you her phone. She was somehow able to expertly take a perfectly framed selfie even with her eyes closed–her doll-like face completely covered in your spunk.

“Jennie I don’t think you can post this one publicly”

“Don’t worry this one is just for me” she laughs as she wipes her face and takes her phone back from your hands.

The intensity of your orgasm causes you to take a seat, and Jennie pushes at your chest so that you’re laying flat on your back. You watch as she steps out of her bikini and hovers over your face–her body facing your feet as she has already become so wet that her nectar drips down to your tongue before she even lowers herself.

The pungent, yet sweet taste of Jennie has you grabbing at her soft, supple thighs to plant her drenched lips on to your mouth. You bury your face deeper as your lips latch on to hers, slurping away like an rabid animal–it doesn’t take long for you to be come drunk off her addictive taste. Her sexy moans that invaded your ears only helped to urge on.

“You’re still not hard? Rosie told me that you're into this--you’re really getting kinky aren't you?”

Jennie starts to lean back, completely burying her snatch into your face, then wraps her two small feet around your cock. The coarseness of the sand on her feet provides a different sensation than the usual smooth feet that you are used to, but the pain adds to the pleasure as your cock quickly becomes erect again. Your only regret is that you aren't able to see Jennie using her feet while you hungrily lick up and down Jennie’s juicy slit. The longer this goes on, Jennie’s feet start to slow down as she grinds her hips, nearly suffocating you, as her moans grow louder and louder.

“Ah fuck that feels so gooooooooooooooood…” Jennie’s moans stretching out her words.

Your hands reach up to squeeze her soft thighs as her juices start leaking out of her wildly. The incredible flavor of her pussy never waivers, nor does the intoxicating scent of her nectar leaking all over your face. Her feet have completely stopped moving as they provide a tight grip around your cock and she buries her nails deep into your chest. Knowing she was close, an assault of her sensitive nub with your tongue, combined with a harsh squeeze of her thighs caused an ear piercing shriek, followed up by her body squirming and writhing on your face as an obscene amount sexual secretion nearly drowns you.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuuck…” Jennie stretches out another loud moan “...when did you get so good at this?”

Jennie’s body slumps over, leaving the two of you in an inadvertent sexual position. Before you can give her another taste, you feel her two lips wrapped around your cock again. Her soft thighs now surround face with her eagerly slurping away. Wanting to return the insane pleasure she was providing you, you dive back in to lick between her folds–cleaning away her fresh tasty juices. With Jennie now in full control, she used both her hands to fondle your balls while bobbing her head up and down, easily gliding you in and out of her throat. The moans of pleasure she occasionally let out while you enthusiastically try to match her pace only provide you more satisfaction when they vibrate all around your cock. When she releases your cock to a loud pop, you inadvertently thrust up your hips hoping to continue feeling the incredible feeling of her warm mouth, but she completely removes herself from your body.

“You can’t cum until I ride that fucking cock.” Jennie exclaims as she stands over you and removes the remainder of whatever little clothing she was wearing to begin with. You took a moment to gaze at her incredible body. Tight abs, soft yet supple thighs and breasts, but your eyes were locked in one particular part of her body–the wet, smooth, and slick lips between her thighs that was your inevitable destination.

She takes your cock in one hand and slowly starts to lower herself–her pussy getting wetter and wetter the further down she guides herself. Without giving her a chance to adjust, you place your hands on her hips and wildly start to thrust upwards into her tight snatch.

“Ah - fuck - Wait! - Shit it feels so good.” Her moans increase in volume as you begin to quicken your pace.

“I thought you always wanted to be treated like a sex doll?” you ask Jennie, knowing that she was in no capacity to provide you an answer. As you continue your relentless assault on Jennie’s pussy, her eyes roll into the back of her head and drool starts to leak out the side of her mouth. Moving your right hand to circle her clit with your thumb, and at the apex of a particular hard thrust, a deafening cry leaves her mouth as her tight walls constrict around your shaft, bathing your cock in her juices.

“Did you cum already Jennie Kim?” asking her with a slightly disappointed voice.

When she is too busy catching her breath to answer you, you slap her ass to snap her back into reality. ��Y-Yes” she says with an almost eerily shy voice.

After gently caressing her face, you give her words of encouragement, “It’s okay, but now it’s your turn. Ride this fucking dick.”

A naughty smile emerges on Jennie’s face as she braces her hands on your chest and prepares herself to accept your challenge. Your member never left the warmth and wetness of her throughout this whole adventure, and rather than starting off quick right away, she slowly grinded her hips allowing you to feel every texture of her inviting walls. When she starts to bounce up and down, you find your hands exploring every inch of her soft body, starting at her thighs, until they find their way to gripping her perfect handful of breasts. Her brown nipples were perfect targets for you to pinch and squeeze as she continued to envelop you with her tight grip.

“I fucking love your cock. God, you feel so fucking deep.”

Her vaginal walls squeeze you as she varies her movements, switching between bouncing up and down to gyrating her hips, providing a constant change of pace. It didn’t take long for Jennie to work you close to climax as she rides you so intensely, you have no need to ever thrust upwards.

“Jennie, get off, I’m gonna fucking cum!” you scream out as your hands fall into the sand.

Your declaration only seems to encourage her to ride you even faster as the sound of her ass clapping against your thighs grows louder and louder. The sugary sounds of her moans and five more bounces occur until you are no longer able to hold out any longer. Painting her beautiful face was nothing in comparison to finishing inside as Jennie’s pussy forcibly extracts every ounce of cum that remained inside of you. She rolls off you to attempt to suck out any remainder, but every drop was deposited inside.

“T-that was amazing” you try to speak through heavy breaths.

“I hope you aren’t done yet.” Jennie states as she continues to stroke your cock.

Your ears perk up, but your whole body feels exhausted even thinking about going one more round.

“Jisoo-unnie is waiting for you. She’s heard us talking about you and has been dying for her turn…”

A/N: Uh. I have nothing this time so hello!

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i could go rabid for some yandere! jesse pinkman rn. imagine he knows that the people he loves are jeopardized and end up dead, so he is absolutely sure that you are kept a secret. he tells no one about you, not even mr. white, and (somehow) has a way to keep you out of the public eye—whether he has you physically kept within his house or if he finds a way to manipulate you into relying on him for safety, falsifying threats and isolating you. he’s so sweet and soft to you and so unforgiving to anyone who poses the slightest risk to you

something that would also be interesting is to think about how yandere! jesse would act toward his darling in that period of life when he has lost everything and is completely numb. his life is so dark and you are his only glimpse of what is good and kind and pure. he will give everything to protect that. imagine he goes out drinking and comes home wasted and so numb that all he wants to do is have you hold him while he cries. even if you are a hostage, you reluctantly oblige because you can see the good intentions in even the most morally questionable people

just my word salad thoughts of the night. i adore your writing, btw :)

ANON….ur mind >>>

If only he had the words to describe how truly terrible the world could be. It would give, just to see the look on your face when it takes. It was almost if something higher enjoyed placing these kinds of people with him and putting him in these kinds of situations. This had been a reality that Jesse was forced to accept, and it made him not believe that you were even real.

No matter what hurdle appeared right in front of him, no matter how aggressively the winds blew, you remained an unmoving part of his life. He wanted you so terribly, but did he even truly deserve you? If he held you the way he wanted to, would he be pointing you right down the road to your demise?

If he loved you any less, he'd call you a fool. You're everything he's ever desired, and on top of that, you won't drop that extended hand. You wanted to see him get better, and everytime you told him that he'd practically burst into tears on the spot.

Somehow, you always managed to stay out of danger. With his help, of course! Slow of a process it was, but he did his job well. When he was done with you, even just glancing out the outside world through a window was an alien concept. Contacting parents, friends, colleges, and anyone else in between was heavily discouraged at the beginning, progressing into you not being allowed to contact anyone at all, no matter the reason or circumstance. Just to keep your name from hitting the poles and coakrboards with big and bold text saying "MISSING", Jesse would make sure to routinely send out cards and text messages on your behalf. Never a call, less he learn that hearing their voices brings out some form of nostalgia in you, igniting an immediate desire to go home and leave him behind. Before long, you're chalked up as thinking you're "too good for the family", and are written off for good (not before some angry retaliation from your loved ones, of course. This would probably be the only time Jesse accepts a phone call, just to listen to their words, using just how terrible they're speaking to justify such snakeish maltreatment of his romantic partner).

He'd be so understanding when you're upset at never being able to speak to anyone again. He sees the pain in your eyes, and he tells you that he get's it, and pulls you against him with a, "fuck them for dropping out on you". You don't have to feel to bad, Jesse understands. He's lost people, too. He just doesn't want one of those people to become the one he can't live without.

You wouldn't know about cooking, about Mr. White or Saul or Gus, and they wouldn't know about you either. You'd be a very concept, a concept people use to mock him while under the belief that you, a loving partner, is something Jesse doesn't have. Unbeknownst to them, he has you right by his side.

When he does home, he gets to see you all doe-eyed, staring at him with your leg chained to a ventilator. When you cry, spit and scream, break the dinner plates and slap the forks out of his hand, sure Jesse can admit that it hurts him. But he knows you wouldn't be breathing without him. Something brought you to Jesse as a test to see if he could truly protect you, and Jesse will gladly take all of that abuse and more just for the end goal he sees.

Jesse just couldn't leave you all on your own.

He couldn't leave for Alaska without you, either. He just wouldn't be able to live with himself. Your desire to follow him (or lack thereof) is not relevant to him; he needs you. He needs you more than he needs anything else, and he'll grab you and force you into his trunk if need be. Surely, you understand that when you didn't die off, you made it so that Jesse would do anything to keep you.

When he tells you that if you didn't die before, you'd surely die without him now, he wasn't particularly lying. Jesse's seen true evil, looked it right in the eyes and watched it kill without remorse. He's seen it all, done it all, and so, became the judge and jury when it comes to your sentencing. Life imprisonment, living to justify his own sins and traumas in whatever home he finds for the two of you.

He wasn't the man you knew before, not even close. He was cold, hollowed out, and seeing him smile was a rare occurrence that used to happen on the daily. This wasn't your Jesse, but you were still his beloved. You were still you, and that was all he needed.

With Jesse in your lap, his head smushed against your thigh and your hand gently massaging his one shoulder and petting his hair as you listen to his barely audible sobs, perhaps this was all you needed too.

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