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You challenge Gaz to a pushup competition. And lose. What did you think would happen?
He keeps at it, though, maybe as a flex. Half-envious and half-curious, you lay on your stomach with your arms folded under your chin and watch him go. Gaz pushes himself up and down at the same even pace. You could always saboratge him, shove him over, but the satisfaction wouldn't last. Especially with his self-righteous ass taking it as permission to be a martyr about it. Wouldn't be the first time.
"Can you do those one-handed?" you ask him.
He glances at you. "Doesn't do much good for my triceps, but yeah, I can handle it."
"So what? Triceps, pff. The point of one-handed pushups is looking cool."
"If you can pull it off."
"Can you?"
"Obviously."
Gaz pushes up a little harder, repositioning one hand so it's centered under him when he comes down. The other hand he puts behind his back. To your disappointment, he continues with ease. He holds his body in perfect alignment despite the sheen of sweat glazing his skin.
"Wow, fine." You make yourself sound as unimpressed as possible. "Of course you can do it with your dominant arm. What about the other one?"
Gaz switches sides without missing a rep, making it look just as easy. You frown.
"That what you meant?" he asks.
"Yeah. Yeah. Okay, that was smooth," you admit.
"It's all in the form. Keep everything straight and taut. Can't do it properly if your body's all loose and jerking around."
"Uh-huh," you say absently. "What about weighted pushups? Like what if there were something on your back?"
"I've done it before. How come you want to know?"
"Just wondering what if I, like, sat on your back while you did it. Do you think you'd be strong enough?"
"Ah, is that it?" Gaz grins. He pauses his reps with his arm taught but slightly bent, bracing him in a plank. "Try it."
"Really?"
"I can take it."
"I'm heavy."
"Mmm, sure you are. Come on."
Gaz lowers himself to the ground. You hesitate, but he's not letting you back out. He's calling your bluff and he knows it.
"Chickening out?"
You huff and push yourself to your knees. "You wish."
You feel like a ton of clumsy bricks, lowering yourself down onto his back. You really try not to think about how your hand lands right above his shoulder blade or how his tank top leaves so much of his muscled back and shoulders exposed or how your ass slides against the firm curve of his lower back. You pray you're not too heavy. But Gaz either doesn't notice or doesn't mind. As soon as you're situated, draped over him sort of on your back and sort of on your side, he resumes his reps. Slower. Like he's accommodating you as you adjust.
You keep as still as you can. Gaz is as focused and professional as ever. But this is a bit more intimate than you anticipated. Damn him for forcing you to contend with the consequences of your actions. It's impossible not to notice and feel his back muscles at work. His strength is impressive. You're dismayed at the very idea that you thought you could beat Gaz in a test of arm strength. Hubris, that's what it was.
"Is this... helping? The weight?"
"Helping my training? Yeah, it seems to be working. You're good resistance."
"Oh. Thanks. Glad to be of service."
"Yeah? You feel alright on top of me?"
Your cheeks go a little pink at his phrasing. "Yeah. Best seat in the house."
"Is it?" Gaz wears a cheeky smirk, though you can't see it. "Keep it there, then. I like a little extra motivation."
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yxami · 9 months
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Bored so that means I write a delusional yandere
description: yandere x gender neutral reader, kidnapper reader, yandere victim, reader kidnaps a rich guy but he turns out to be a yandere, just a stupid idea I thought of
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He felt a smooth fabric slip away from covering his eyes any longer, he quietly winced at the new setting. As his eyes adjusted to the poor basement lighting they focused to scan your figure staring down at him.
He shamelessly blushed at the sight of you, no mask, no cover up, just you in some casual pajamas as if you didn’t have him tied up in your basement. You looked so pretty..
“You must be my kidnapper!! Oh my god, I can’t believe this day actually happened! I mean I thought of these fantasies of someone beautiful like you kidnapping me but now that it’s happening I can’t help but feel shy!” He rambled, pressing his thighs together anxiously. The blush on his face almost seemed inappropriate in this situation.
Especially in this situation.
You had kidnapped this rich guy around the same age as you for ransom because you knew his parents were loaded. Instead of his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline, it seemed like it was pounding for an entirely different reason.
“What are you— .. what?” You stammered, genuinely confused on what he was blabbering about. Fantasies? Beautiful? Shy? Huh??
“I don’t mind if you don’t want to confess right away! I get it! I’m pretty nervous myself right now too.. but I’m really happy you decided to kidnap me! I’ve been waiting for so long” He giggled, happiness shining bright in this poorly lit room.
His toothy grin didn’t even falter when he looked down at his restraints, you swore you even saw it widen at the view.
“You even tied me up in rope! How did you know I would love to be tied up like this? Have you been looking at my diary?” He wished he could cover the flustered look on his face but all he could do was squirm in his chair. Mostly out of embarrassment from imagining you scanning at all his fantasies being written down.
“It’s okay if you did! I’m just a little surprised you took in this much effort to keep me happy” His chuckle only made you want to ask more questions than before.
“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you stared down at the man you had tied up in a chair. A regular wooden chair that could fall over so you added stoppers to the bottom so it was harder to knock over.
“You kidnapping me! I’m so happy someone like you has a crush on me! I’ve always thought of being in this situation..” He mumbled his last sentence with darker blush on his face as he looked up at you with his big doe eyes.
“I don’t have a crush on you! I’m kidnapping you for ransom, cause your parents are loaded” You finally realized what he was talking about, he thought you kidnapped him because you loved him!
“Pff, it’s okay! I totally get what you mean” He winked, a bright smile on his face with blush dusting his face, less intense than before.
You could tell he didn’t believe you and that wink just confirmed he genuinely thought you loved him. Maybe if you pretended you did then it would work out well? He seemed to be some pervert but it’s not like he was hideous.
He was actually very pretty, a little too pretty. Was this guy a model? Oh god, you hoped he wasn’t a model because that would grab the attention of a lot of people and an army equipped with pitchforks would be at your door.
“When you stare at me like that.. I can’t help but get nervous” He looked away, looking embarrassed at how you were practically checking him out with no concern that he would catch you running your eyes up and down against his body.
You weren’t checking him out! Well maybe a little but not the whole time!
“Sorry, I was thinking about something” You gently waved, smacking the invisible worries away and trying to think of something else. “Nobody’s gonna be looking for you, right? I mean other than your parents”
“Who else would be looking for me?” He titled his head in confusion, staring at you again.
“I dunno, fans? You’re not a model right?” You tense up waiting for the answer, hoping he wasn’t some idol that would cause multiple mobs of angry fans.
“You’re so nice” He giggled, his eyes closing with a bright smile at your compliment that you weren’t even aware about. “No, I’m not a model. You won’t have to worry about weird fans or anything” He whispered his last few words, scanning at how beautiful you looked worried.
He only wished it was a concerning thought about losing him and not about getting caught.
“That’s good” You sighed with relief, not knowing you were even holding a sigh in anticipation. “I’m glad, um.. do you want anything to eat? You were knocked out for a few hours so..” You awkwardly asked, still a little nervous for some unknown reason.
“Sure! I’ll eat anything you make!” He gratefully accepted your offer, sounding more like a thankful roommate rather than a victim of kidnapping. “Alright, I’ll get on that” You went upstairs, starting to prepare something that you thought he’d like.
There was a lot of strange things about him, but maybe he wasn’t so bad to have around.. for now?
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sttoru · 8 months
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“SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS.”
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ෆ sypnosis. satoru returns to the dorms with a random child one day, leaving you confused as to who it may be.
ෆ note. uhmmm teenage satoru taking care megumi while in high school … found family… sonsobsobs.
ෆ tags. teen!satoru x female teen!reader (romantic or platonic, up to you). fluff, bits of angst, comfort, spoilers manga/anime, you n satoru are classmates, found family trope.
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“satoru, you can’t just kidnap a kid.”
you stare at the little kid that satoru had randomly brought into your dorm room. the boy, who had a black spiky hair cut, seemed to be around the age a first grader would be.
he was standing behind satoru’s tall legs, looking up at you with an indifferent gaze. he wasn’t talkative either which you hadn’t expected from a small child.
“i didn’t kidnap him,” satoru scoffs, placing the boy’s bag on the floor near the front door, “i actually saved the kiddo.”
“pff, yeah, right.” you dismiss satoru’s dramatic words as you kneel down to be at eye level with the little boy, “what’s your name?”
“megumi.” the kid answers in a quiet tone. he didn’t seem to be scared nor nervous about being brought here by a stranger.
you look from megumi towards satoru, who was staring down at the two of you—laid back as per usual. his hands were in his uniform’s pockets, body leaning against the wall.
the two boys seemed pretty relaxed about everything based on the way they were acting. and there you were, the confused and clueless one of the trio, “did you bribe the child with candy or something?”
“i wouldn’t fall for that.” megumi unexpectedly replies, earning a slight giggle from satoru and a mildly shocked expression from you.
“plus, if i had a choice, i definitely wouldn’t have left with a weird guy like him.” the little boy adds with a blank expression, though you could see the subtle side eye he was giving your classmate.
“hey!” satoru’s grin immediately transforms upside down, “now ya listen here, brat.”
he frowns and points a finger at the child; like a father disciplining his disobedient kid.
the difference between the two being that satoru was failing horribly. the only thing satoru could reply with was a small ‘tsk,’ and a mumble about how ‘little kids these days are extremely disrespectful.’
“respect is earned.” megumi answers matter-of-factly once he had caught on what satoru muttered under his breath.
“hey, hey, hey.” you interrupt before things escalated any further, “that’s enough.”
you were secretly amazed at megumi’s advanced vocabulary at such a young age. not that you’d say that right during a situation like this. satoru might even throw a dramatic and childish tantrum about it and assume that ‘you’ve taken sides’.
“alright, give us a minute, megumi. i need to have a small talk with satoru.”
you flash megumi a warm smile to which he quietly nodded. he seems to listen to your words without hesitation; a great sign that he was getting a bit more comfortable.
“come here and explain this entire thing.” you then whisper to the white-haired man, grabbing his arm and pulling him further into your dorm room.
you noticed the way satoru was still huffing and puffing, acting like a bigger child than the actual one standing at the front door.
satoru reluctantly plopped down at the edge of your bed. he was leaning back against his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“ya know that one guy, right?” he starts off vaguely and in a small voice so megumi wouldn’t be able to overhear the conversation, “the assassin from the zen’in clan that attacked geto and me within the jujutsu barrier.”
“…yeah.”
you saw the slight change in satoru’s expression. it was clear he was not too fond of thinking back to that incident, no matter how many times he may try to act tough on the outside and say that it wasn’t that big of a deal.
not that you’d blame him either; you’ve heard a few gruesome rumours about how that fight went down. you weren’t there when it actually happened (hanging out with shoko instead), so you can only ever imagine the pain geto and him went through.
“well, that’s his kid.” satoru answers with a sigh, cocking his head to the right towards megumi standing in the distance.
your jaw almost drops to the floor at the reveal. you looked from megumi to satoru and back, wondering how he had even found the child.
satoru takes off his glasses, playing with them a little before going on to tell the rest of the story.
he tells you about toji’s last words, the sum of money the zen’in clan offered toji for his child to be sold to them, the inherited techniques megumi has and the fact that toji had left megumi alone with his half-sister to fend for themselves.
after the thorough explanation, you sat there silently on your bed, staring at your socks. there truly weren’t any right words to say to all the information given to you. the only thing you confidently could say was that you were feeling sorry for the kids.
“so..” you clear your throat, tilting your head up to see look at satoru, “you’re gonna take care of him now?”
“and his sis, yeah.” satoru shrugs as he puts his glasses back on and runs a hand through his hair.
“i wasn’t not gonna leave the brat behind.” he adds with a sigh, “enough adults have failed him and ‘m not planning on being one of ‘m.”
you smile to yourself as your gaze lingered on the boy next to you. ‘adult’, huh? you thought to yourself.
satoru’s just a teenager himself, though when it comes to taking care of others, he seems more mature than ever. he’s caring, loving and affectionate, all in his own unique way.
satoru finally looked back to see if megumi was still at the front door. to both his and your surprise, the kid had walked further into your spacious room.
your eyes immediately noticed that megumi had politely placed his shoes near the entrance, along with his jacket which was neatly folded on a chair. megumi had great manners and it showed.
“what’cha doin’, kiddo?” satoru asks as he stands up from the bed and walks over to megumi who had taken an interest in the aquarium you had placed in a far corner.
as expected, megumi didn’t react to satoru’s words and just continued to stare at the fish swimming around; his eyes glimmering due to the lights reflecting off the glass.
“don’t ignore me.” satoru scolds the kid while ruffling his black hair. it wasn’t really a scolding, more of a soft and gentle reminder which didn’t hold much meaning.
you join the two and stand next to satoru behind megumi, “do you like the fish?”
“i do.” the first grader nods at your question, making satoru whine as he took great offense at the fact that a small kid was purposely ignoring him.
“oh, so you can respond to her and not me? ‘m feeling, like, suuuper offended right now. can you believe it?” satoru continues his small tantrum with a pout.
judging purely by personality, you could say that megumi was acting the adult part right now.
“grow up, satoru.” you tease with a sigh.
“you’re taking sides!”
there it was; satoru’s one and only defence which you had heard plenty of times before during his many childish arguments. you just giggle at satoru’s pouting and whining, letting him continue complaining to himself.
your eyes focus back on megumi. you couldn’t see his face from the angle you were in, however you caught a quick glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the aquarium.
the kid somehow seemed more at ease now; he even had a small smile on his face. you didn’t know if it was because of satoru’s bickering or due to the enjoyment of watching the fish in the water.
satoru’s voice slowly trailed off once he noticed the kid—who hadn’t smiled once since meeting him— finally show an ounce of joy.
he parted his lips to say something, however was quickly interrupted by you nudging his side with your shoulder as a sign to let megumi enjoy the moment.
the white-haired male shut his mouth immediately and grinned from ear to ear, forgetting his own tantrum as the three of you now silently stared at the small aquarium.
it seemed like megumi had found his forever home.
and it didn’t seem like he was the only one either.
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jeeaark · 2 months
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Alright. So. I'm not making this triangle conclusion because I like triangles
But because it's the only. the only conclusion I could make
For the morning after. After noticing Babe-
YOU'D THINK it'd go that Lae'zel and friends would never find out because even though I wanted to tell Lae'zel, A SHAME IT DIDN"T GIVE ME THE OPTION. A SHAME THE GAME WANTED ME TO KEEP THIS A DANG SECRET FROM MY TEAM AND JUST HAVE SOME SIMPLE-ASS INTERNAL CONFLICT.
But ohnononono, this magical patch 0 playthrough had other plans. Because for some reason. Babe was talking like we were in ACT 1 again. Babe became a killer coconut again
Babe knew. BABE KNEW ABOUT LAST NIGHT. AND BABE WAS CRANKY (understandably so of course)
And yet. Babe was also still allowing kisses. so. not. not OVER. BABE STILL LOVED THIS IDIOT HALF-ORC.
So. I could only conclude this. This is why.
and totally not because apparently it was a glitch (that they now fixed) all along pff
SO. Maybe just. This once. With this Tav. This playthrough. A Godsdamn Love Triangle friggin' happened alfdjkkasdj
Bonus (Because Greygold had to tell somebody):
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tenkomura · 1 month
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Born For Porn (Yuji Itadori x F!Reader) Part 4
Words: 4.5k // mdni 18+ !!
Prev parts on masterlist
Tw: dark content. Stepcest/incest (undefined), dubcon, sex work, yandere, humiliation, punishment, unhealthy relationships, naive!Reader, possessiveness and jealousy!!, abandonment issues, spit, blackmail, bj, cumshot, piss, spanking, yuji is angryTM like sweet nii-san holding back-- not in this part-- sadist, one slap, alcohol consumption, light waterboarding??, aftercare eventually, more plot than porn
Teaser: “DON'T SAY a word!” He yells then laughs menacingly, rubbing his face. “I am so ashamed of you right now. Your idea huh… pf… you had it planned for a while hm?! Been crushing on Yuta, hm?”
Sorry it took so long. As an unlockable bonus to make up for it, if you convince me I'll post the alternative universe part with prof nanami right after. Always happy to hear you headcanons for bfp but there won't be a poll for the next part since I know what happens ♡
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Yuji hates that you get all dolled up for Hakari’s club. Why do you even do it? Who do you have to impress? It makes him mad. You aren't even doing anything wrong though.
Ever since the last time you filmed content he feels even more protective of you. Seeing you squeal and beg like that in the ropes he tied just unlocked some Pandora’s box. He needed you before but now… He craves it more than air. But how…
“You're not wearing that,” Yuji says, lounging on the couch.
“It's just a skirt?”
“A short skirt. Go change.” It's an order from your brother. You can't protest. “Is this better?” You walk back out with tights on, trying to appease him while keeping your cute outfit. Sometimes it works.
Yuji sighs, “I guess.” He grabs his keys and you get into his car. It was his grandpa’s and he probably loves nothing more than that damn car. He is so passionate about it. It's cute.
He puts on his pre-fight playlist and you feel a pit in your stomach. “You'll win, right, onii-san?” You look over at him, doting eyes blinking so expectedly.
“Pff. Of course,” Yuji shrugs. “I always do. Don't ya worry,” he smiles.
You believe him. He is strong. And he is good at fighting too. He will- you look into your lap seeing his large, rugged hand grabbing your thigh. Yuji gives the flesh a soft squeeze of reassurance and it just stays there with his thumb running back and forth. You think you might pass away. He never before touched you like this, so casually, so self-evidently. You try to not smile. You are so happy.
“Can I drink tonight?”
Yuji lets out a laugh, like you are crazy for even asking. He doesn't like it when you drink but especially when he can't be there the whole time to supervise. “No.”
“Why? I'll be with Choso, Todo and Yuta all evening,” you pout.
“Nah… try again. Something about that was wrong.”
You frown and think. “I'll be with Choso all night?” You are unsure if Yuta or Todo were the part that bothered him. Choso cannot be the issue. You were under the impression you would all be together tonight.
“Better.” He nods. “You stay with Choso and Yuta. Just one drink. Never leave it unattended.”
“Of course not!” You smile. “Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he sighs.
You arrive at Hakari’s club and he parks his car next to Choso's; Choso and Yuta are waiting for you guys, leaning against the side of it.
You jump out and smile from ear to ear. You haven't seen Choso or Yuta in so long because the car shop has been awfully busy lately, Yuji didn't take you to the club and there was just no other opportunity. You stay in touch texting but it's not the same.
“Choso-nii!”
“(Y/N)-chan!” He gives you a quick hug, his stoic face curling into a smile. “You look amazing!” He makes you spin.
“Just stunning,” Yuta smiles so kindly and you hug him too.
“Thank you. You too! You are always so fashionable,” you cling to Yuta's arm as he and Yuji share a fistbump and Choso and Yuji do that bro hug thing.
“Yo, bro,” Yuji nods.
“You ready?” Choso asks.
“Knock out, right?” Yuta grins.
“Yup. (Y/N), go ahead and tell Hakari and Kirara we're here.”
You nod and hurry through the back entrance with the code you have memorize from being here so much.
“You act strange, bro?” Choso catches it immediately. He has known Yuji and you for so long that it just comes naturally to be able to tell his mood but the look on his best friend's face– Choso swallows.
“A bit scary actually,” Yuta agrees.
Yuji crosses his arms over his chest and his eyes become as sharp as blades, cold as ice and filled with so much rage. “I want you to keep (Y/N) away from Todo,” Yuji says in a gruff tone. “I entrust her to you, okay?”
Choso's body tingles and Yuta's eyes light up. Being in charge of you? Oh. They take a shaky breath. That's the stuff.
“We will take care of her,” Yuta slaps his friends back. “Don't ya worry.”
“But why? What did Todo do?” Choso watches how Yuji's face pinches with… anger? No… not just anger there is something else.
“A few days ago, he texted me asking if he can take (Y/N) on a date,” Yuji mumbles through gritted teeth. “How dare he.”
Yuta and Choso share a quick look. Damn… good that neither of them did that. They were thinking about it.
“Shit, bro,” Yuta gasps. “How does he dare!?”
“Right!” Yuji lights up again. “When I beat up my opponent today I'll be thinking of Todo… I swear on God.”
“Jeesh. Calm down a bit.”
They talk business for a bit with Hakari. You and Kirara don't really care about that stuff and wait outside, looking down at the sea of people dancing their hearts away. You wanna go dance too. The music makes you feel so fuzzy.
“Wanna go?” Kirara asks, smiling as bright as a star.
You want to say yes. “I have to stick with Choso and Yuta.”
“Yuji is way too overprotective.”
A moment later the door opens and the three of them walk out. “One drink,” Yuji points at you. “I have to warm-up.”
You nod and kiss his cheek. “Go get em!”
He smiles.
Yuji walks away to the gym and Yuta wraps an arm around your shoulder. “We can make it two drinks,” he winks. “Just gotta stay our secret.”
“My lips are sealed,” you smile.
“Let's go then,” Choso takes your wrist and pulls you away from Yuta, giving Yuta a stern look. Because, what the fuck.
If someone knows what Yuta really feels about you, it's Choso. And the other way around it's the same. Yuta is the only one who knows how Choso truly feels about you and vice versa. They can only confide in each other.
You have so much fun. Dancing with Yuta and Choso, sipping on your drink. Talking to new people. Every time Yuji takes you, you are so happy he allows it.
You finished your secret second drink and put the glass away. Only to have Yuta hand you a shot. Choso's back is turned to you so he doesn't see. You and Yuta drink the shots then giggle. He takes the glass from you, as if you never had it to begin with.
“It's almost time for the fight. I go check on Yuji,” Choso says. He is always with Yuji pre-fight, making sure he has everything he needs. Choso gives Yuta another stern look then leaves.
“Cmon,” Yuta takes your hand and leads you back to Hakari's control center up on the railings. The security doesn't even look your way, you belong to the family.
“Do you need to speak to Hakari-senpai?” You cling to Yuta's arm. That last shot maybe wasn't a good idea. Yuta opens the door to an empty room. “Oh… He must be with onii-san.”
“I just wanted to get away for a moment,” Yuta says and plops down on the couch, legs spread wide and arms extended on the backrest. You sit beside him. His eyes are closed.
“Okay.”
“Hey… can I ask you something?” Yuta peers at you. You can't read him at all.
“Of course, senpai.”
Yuta gets his phone out and turns it toward you. Your heart drops. “Is that you?”
It's the video in the supermarket. You grab the hem of your skirt and freeze up.
“Hm?”
“Y-yes,” you whisper. How did he find that. Yuji made sure– right? But Yuji also said that it could happen… “Will you keep it to yourself?” You say so quietly.
“Oh, but my favorite–” Your squeals and moans fill the room. You posted just a little clip from the squirting video to get people to pay for the subscription. “You used our gift! And liked it so so much… I'm glad.” He smiles. “I'd really love to see the rest of that video. Can you send it to me– or even better– give me a free sub, (Y/N)-chan? Please.”
“No! Yuta–”
“I really didn't take you for a slut,” he chuckles.
Your face becomes even more red. “I am not–” You know it's a lie. You are. You really are. When Yuji says it you love it so much. You love acting like that. It's just that you don't want him to know.
“Who is filming? Do you have a boyfriend? And when Yuji is at work you–”
“No! I'd never do that!” You shout and see the realization settle in Yuta’s soft features.
“Holy fucking shit, that's so fucked up! You and Yuji make these?! That's so sick!” Yuta laughs. He throws his head back, covering his face with his strong hands. “What a fucking hypocrite. When we look at you wrong– but he– HAHAHAHAH.”
Everything is spinning. Is this really happening? Your mind doesn't want to deal with this… you don't want to think so hard.
“We have money problems,” you whisper.
He looks at you for a second then laughs again. “What a fucking hypocrite. Holy shit.”
You take Yuta's hand. “Please, keep it to yourself. Please, Yuta.”
“I want the sub,” he shrugs.
“Yuji is in charge of all that… I can't–”
“Then show me the real thing,” he leans closer. “Our little secret.”
The real thing? What does he mean? What is he talking about?
You have your answer when he kisses you. Your first instinct is to push him away, your hands fly to his strong chest but then… You don't want to think, right? And it's Yuta. If it will make him shut up then it's okay… you have to do it. Yuji will understand… right?
You kiss back, soon the dullness of the alcohol in your veins makes you forget what is happening and only the pleasant feeling of kissing Yuta stays behind. His hands grope and pinch at your body.
He pulls back and attacks your neck with hot, open mouthed kisses. “You're a fucking perv, (Y/N)-chan. I was hoping you’d post anything new every second. Busted so many loads to you– Heh, even before finding the account.”
You don't understand what he's saying. Not a word. Your hand is raking through his hair as his hands ravage your body.
“You gonna suck me off, yeah?”
You flinch, “I have never done that, senpai.”
Yuta pulls back to look at you. He covers his mouth but you see how he smiles in his eyes… his pupils turn to hearts. “Oh. Gosh. You are the cutest.”
You end up kneeling on the floor between his legs. You have no idea how you got there, you have no idea what's happening at all. “I'll guide you through it, sweetcheeks. Just open your mouth wide.”
You do, sticking out your tongue.
“Just be a good girl,” Yuta hushes and pushes the head of his cock against your tongue, slapping it a few times. You look up at him expectedly. And then, he thrusts his cock down your throat, having your sweet little throat gag around him. Your nose hits his curly pubes, your eyes tear up from the strain. He didn't ease you into it at all… Yuji would have.
“Fuuck,” Yuta moans blissfully. It sounds so sweet… you feel tears slip down your cheeks. Your fingers twist his pants.
He pulls back and collects your hair then suddenly gets up and makes you crawl a few paces, tugging you along by your hair.
Your tights rip on the rough carpet. “Yut– mmhhh.” Your mouth is stuffed full of his cock again. He has no remorse, fucking your throat until drool spills and your eyes roll.
You can't think. You don't want to.
Yuji and Choso walk out into the box arena and Yuji looks for you immediately. He can't find you, you are nowhere in sight. He panics. This is so odd… You would never miss the fight.
“Choso, where is (Y/N)?”
“I dont know… I left her with Yuta.”
“Please look for her,” Yuji says with concern. It is just so odd.
Choso leaves, looking everywhere for you to no avail. Then he remembers the control room.
Choso feels his living soul leave his body when he opens the door. It's everywhere from hot to cold and numb.
Yuta has your hair in his fist, holding you in place as he strokes himself over your fucked out face.
“That's it,” he sighs and his cum shoots onto your face, making you swallow the last bit.
Your nose flinches at the foreign taste and you feel so uncomfortable being the sticky warm mess you are now.
Yuta laughs, eyes gleaming as he grins down at you. “Holy– look at youuu. You look so good–”
“Yuta!” Choso barks. “What the hell, man?! Are you fucking crazy?!”
Yuta just grins more and sighs deeply, releasing your hair and petting your head. He turns his gaze to look at Choso, “buddy! Hurry. She'll give you a blow job too if I tell her to.”
Choso blanks. He looks at you heaving on the floor with your hands clawing at Yuta's thighs, almost like you try to get distance between him and you, like you want to push him away but can't. Or is Choso imagining it… he does not know what to think…. you would never do such a thing! Right? There is no way you enjoyed this.
Choso walks over and grabs your arm, pulling you up. “Clean yourself up,” he tells you and grabs the napkins on the counter.
“Oh cmon!” Yuta sneers, making Choso grab him by his shirt. He is still catching his breath. “Don't pretend—”
“He will fucking kill you?! Are you crazy?! Do you have a death wish?! Yuji will go to jail!”
Yuta zips himself up. “He won't kn–”
“(Y/N)? Are you in here?” Yuji walks in as you drop the sticky napkins into the bin. You don't dare to move. No one does. “Are you okay?-- what's going on?” Yuji frowns at seeing Yuta and Choso in the middle of an altercation. Choso lets go.
“What are you already doing here?” He grimaces.
“Knockout first round,” Yuji shrugs.
“Proud of you, nii-san.” You say and try to smile. “I… wanted to get away from the crowd for a moment. I'm sorry I missed it.”
“Yeah? Okay… I wanna get out of here too. I'm pretty tired. Wanna wait in the car?”
“Yes!” You take the keys. “Bye Choso and Yuta.” You just wave and leave. You are shaking all over… you pray Yuji won't notice anything. What will you do if he does? Will he see this as a betrayal? It feels like it to you now. Oh my God… what just happened. You cover your face with your hands only to be reminded again--Yuji will hate you.
You sit down in the car and just blankly stare ahead. You close your eyes and breathe deeply. Yuta's voice rings in your skull. Would you have liked it even more if it was Yuji?
The door opens and he gets in. “Did Choso and Yuta fight?” He asks.
“I don't know,” you say.
You were in the room with them… how do you not know? You are acting weird too. He pulls into the road and wants to put his hand on your thigh again like before. He liked it. He knows you liked it… you smiled like crazy trying to hide it but now you move your leg away, seeming to bring as much distance as possible between him and yourself. You keep looking out of the window too.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” you tell him. Your voice sounds rough.
“Did you cry?”
“No.”
He looks into your lap, taking notice of the ripped Tights on your knees. “Did you fall?” He wonders. “Did you drink more than 1 drink?”
“I had 2 and a shot.”
“That's okay,” he says softly. “You don't have to feel bad about that. I knew you'd drink more.”
You stay quiet. So that isn't it. Yuji thought you may feel guilty for disobeying. What happened? You were so happy at the beginning of the night.
You fumble with the hem of your skirt.
He pulls into the garage and parks at your usual spot. You reach for the door handle but he stops you.
“Cmon… Look at me,” Yuji smiles softly. “I won't be mad if you're drunk.”
“I'm just tipsy.”
“Then what is it? Babysis?” He coos.
Your lip curls as you try not to cry. “Really nothing–”
Yuji frowns. “Did you cry?” He only notices now that your makeup is ruined. “Hey– no– look at me, I mean it, sis.” He grabs a hold of your face even though you fight him as best as you can and turns it. Your eyes meet.
Yuji remembers the napkins in the bin, remembers Yuta's sweaty hair and Choso being so on edge– the overall atmosphere. Your ripped tights. His eyes darken. You squeal and flinch when he climbs over the middle console, trapping you underneath him in the seat with his hand holding your face so tightly it may snap.
He looks at you like you're a rabbit and he is a wolf. You are genuinely terrified, trembling all over.
“Tell me what happened–” he demands with such volume you cry out in fear. “Tell me right now! Did he force you into anything?! Did he pressure you to do something?!” Say no. Yuji thinks.
Say yes. You think.
Yuji prays he is overreacting. He wouldn't know what to even do.
“You're scaring me, nii-san!” You sob, trying to push him away. “Plea–”
“TELL ME!” He pulls your face forward and slams it back into the seat. He knows if his grip tightens any more, your bones will crush. “(Y/N), fucking tell me! Did he touch you!” It's a dumb question… Seeing your face and touching it– he knows what happened. The proof sticks to his palm and fingers now as well.
“I gave him a blowjob,” you whisper, clawing at his shoulders. “You're hurting me–” His grip relaxes. Your heart breaks when you look into his eyes– he looks absolutely distraught but only for a second… then the rage kicks in.
“I'll kill him. I swear I'll kill him!” The volume and sharpness of his voice is frightening.
You remember what Choso said… Yuji will go to jail.
“No! It was my idea!” You shout, lie, simply to protect Yuji… but Yuta too. You can face Yuji's wrath but Yuta would truly die… Yuji would kill him and go to jail and you'd never see him again. You don't want that… you couldn't survive without Yuji. You are nothing without Yuji. It has always been like that.
Yuji blinks. His heart beats so fast and rings in his ears. His limbs go numb. He breathes heavily, “your… idea?”
You nod, tears streaming down your face. “I am–” The slap is harsh enough to sting. It shocks you so much you stop crying all together. You stare at the door with wide eyes. Your cheek tingles.
“YOUR IDEA?!” Yuji sneers but it's more to himself. He gets out of the car and grabs his bag. You too, slowly get out and once you close the door he locks the car and walks to the elevator. Not waiting for you.
“Y-yu–ji?” You hiccup. He does not turn around, taking the elevator up by himself. It takes you a solid 5 minutes to get your legs to work and you eventually make it to your unit.
You walk into the dark apartment cautiously. Does he hate you now? He will forgive you right? He is your big brother… he has to forgive you, right?
“Get in here!” He barks from the bathroom. You walk in, his back is turned to you as he grips the sink, knuckles turning white. His shirt is off, you see his muscles tense. “Get in the tub.”
“W-what?”
He laughs sharply. “I bet you did everything he fucking told you to do. Fucking slut.”
Your nails dig into your palm and you swing your leg over the edge of the tup, standing inside of it now.
He then turns and walks over. “Get on your knees since you're so comfortable kneeling–”
“Yuji–”
“DON'T SAY a word!” He yells then laughs menacingly, rubbing his face. “I am so ashamed of you right now. Your idea huh… pf… you had it planned for a while hm?! Been crushing on Yuta, hm?”
His hand moves to the back of your skull and he grabs a fist of your hair. “Bet you don't even wanna wash his cum from your face, hm?!”
You shake your head in utter horror. You want nothing more than to take a shower. “Nii-san–”
He laughs again. He is high on anger. “I can't believe I wasn't your first– I can't believe you'd do that to me, babysis. I thought you're only slutty with me. With me!”
He squats down and his other hand grabs your face again, pushing at your cheeks until your lips pucker. “You are mine. Mine alone. If you had asked for permission– heck, it would be a whole different story but this…” He shakes his head. “And I was trying to treat you right… holding back and being a good big brother.” He leans his forehead against your shoulder. “I should have just claimed you as mine… Now you're reeking of him.”
“N-no–” You panic.
“Did he kiss you, too?”
You nod, crying at how angry he looks. He spits at you.
“Open your mouth,” Yuji whispers.
You do. He spits into your mouth. Again And again.
“Swallow it!”
You do and he spits again. “You're mine. You're fucking mine,” he mumbles. “But you don't deserve to be kissed–” He spits again. You swallow. “You have a crush on Yuta, hm?”
“No!” You yell. You only love Yuji.
He can't believe a word you say. Not after this. He suddenly lets go of you and you catch your breath but then the water turns on. Yuji switches to the massage setting that lets the water come out of the shower head with a higher pressure. He grabs your hair again and just holds it to your face, drowning you. You squeal and cry, trying to push his hands away.
You can hardly breathe. “Yuji– please–”
“You're still filthy–” He holds the water to your face again one more time, then lets go and turns it off. You cough and collapse, forehead pressing Against the edge of the tup. Your clothes cling to your skin uncomfortably.
“I only like you,” you whisper but it warrants no reaction.
You hear his pants zip and fall to the floor. “I'll make sure you're mine… I'll make sure. Open your mouth.”
You straighten up again. You have to see this through. You open your mouth wide for him, ready to take his cock down your throat like you did Yuta's but instead something warm hits your face.
Your whole body shivers with the realization that Yuji is emptying his bladder on you right now. You cry and scream but he holds you in place.
“Nah uh, if you can suck my buddy’s cock behind my back you're filthy as shit and can handle this. Swallow some too– bet you swallowed his cum.”
You sob and don't dare move as his piss soaks into your clothes, dripping from your face. “Nii-san,” you hiccup. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so sorry.”
“Tsk.” Yuji steps away. “Shower.” He tells you and leaves.
It takes you a moment to muster up the courage to get up and do that. You have to ask him if he will forgive you… Or what you can do so he will. You will do anything. Anything. You will cut your heart out if he asks.
You put on your rope and walk into his bedroom. 15 minutes have passed. “Nii-san–” You watch in horror as he chugs clothes into a bag. “W-what are you doing?”
“I'll stay with Choso for a bit– I can't be around you right now,” Yuji mumbles.
“No! No!” You hurry to him, trying to grab his arms but he won't let you. “No– wait–”
He pushes you off, “I want to break you apart right now!” He raises his voice. “I can't even look at you! It's for your own good.”
Your worst fear is coming true. Yuji is leaving you. You run to the door and lock it, holding the keys in your hand. “No! You can't leave me! You can't go!”
“Don't be so childish!” He snatches the keys from you and you drop down, sitting in front of the door.
“No. No. No. Don't go. Don't go. Don't go!” You beg. You thought you were a mess before but it is nothing compared to now. “I won't let you!”
“Cmon!” He pushes your body with the door and you sob desperately. He is about to slip through the gap he pried open when you attach to his leg.
“I lied.”
It is so faint he almost misses it. Yuji freezes and the door closes.
“Yuta found the account. He said he won't tell anyone if I give him a free sub but you are in charge of all that so I can't do that– then he said he won't tell anyone if I suck him off.” You look up at him still holding onto his leg. Yuji looks absolutely shattered. “I don't want you to go to jail… And I don't want Yuta to get hurt. I'm so sorry– I am so sorry.”
Yuji drops to the ground, bowing in front of you, cowering. He believes you. It makes so much more sense than it being ‘your idea’. He should have known… but his jealousy blinded him. “I am–” The weight of Yuji's anger disperses, leaving shame and remorse. “I am so sorry for what I just did to you, (Y/N). Can you forgive me? My jealousy–” You hug him.
You squeeze him closer. “I don't care about that. But please… don't leave me. Please don't abandon me, Yuji-nii. I need you.”
Yuji strokes your wet hair back, “oh, babysis, I would never… Ever abandon you. I'm your big brother after all. I take care of you.”
“Promise.”
“I promise,” he squeezes you tightly.
He picks you up and carries you to the bed. “I love you,” you whisper.
“I love you–”
You kiss him. It was long overdue. “We're meant to be together, right, nii-san?” You whisper against his lips. He captures your lips again. How he has longed for this… Your soft lips… He needs it more than air.
“I'm yours– yours,” you whisper.
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skzms · 4 months
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okay I neeeeeed to know ALL the deets in the whole minho changbin chan debacle I'm a SLUT for jealousy
heheheh part 4 really did what I wanted it to
so
Imagine you're Minho. You've been dating Jisung for, pff, years at this point. You also have real trouble believing that this beautiful, cheerful, sweet boy chose you to love him, take care of him, be his partner. So God, whenever someone else shows any interest in the best thing that has happened to you - how are you not meant to see red? What if Jisung decides (or, in Minho's estimation, finally realises) there's better or easier to love or gentler or less intense out there than Minho? How will Minho live without Jisung?
Minho's one saving grace is that the people Jisung spends the most time with, Chan and Changbin, are decidedly not a threat. Changbin is probably least likely to have casual sex and is also clearly in Jisung's friendzone and Chan is straight.
And thank god Chan is straight, right, because we all know Jisung loooves being taken care of (in all the ways) by a strong guy and Chan is exactly that - strong, reliable, a little bit rough around the edges. He's Minho but in dreamy, Minho but in emotionally regulated, Minho but ... better (according to Minho's self-doubt). Lord knows Jisung would be exactly his type if he wasn't straight.
But then you tell him that Jisung sucked off Chan. Sucked him off, for fuck's sake? His Jisung's candy lips around Bang fucking Chan's cock? And Jisung liked it? His heart drops into his fucking stomach. Fuck, it would be breaking clean in half if Jisung's arms weren't wrapped around him so tightly right then.
And you drop that on him after Jisung comes home all sniffly and pouty and sad about you fucking someone. Their girl. His girl, who is known for making their other members weak in the knees by just smiling at them and giving them the lay of their lives – before coming back to them and loving them better than anyone.
You always said you enjoyed it when you slept with the other guys, so what was Jisung talking about? In what way would you possibly have been able to enjoy it differently?
He lets that part rest for the evening, but the next day he forces it out of Jisung. And it's not like it was with Hyunjin, where Jisung told him everything with a smirk, knowing he was riling him up in a way that would lead to a deliciously possessive fuck later on. No, this time Jisung was hesitant and looked almost worried, and it was like pulling teeth. But Jisung slowly revealed it all.
How eager Changbin had been. How he'd called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The way you had blushed and flirted with him, too. The way you dropped Jisung's hand like it was nothing. How you had fallen apart on Changbin's lap with your forehead against his. How Jisung almost felt nauseous tasting Changbin in your mouth.
Minho wants to vomit, too. You don't get attached. You make the boys weak in the knees, and you love when they make you cum, but you don't get attached. What was different about Changbin? Did you actually like him? Was it just a heat of the moment thing?
Without going too much into aaaall the detail right here and now, safe to say there is some stuff to discuss 💆‍♀️ and fuck and aftercare out of their system
also shoutout to @lyramundana for being my partner in crime and brainstorming all of this with me ❤️‍🔥
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mouse-fantoms · 5 months
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Thinkin about the boys being like “it’s Halloween, we’re ghosts we have to be spooky!” And Julie is like “…pff good luck 😂” bc I mean just look at them,
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Luke’s like “😠 no we’re ghosts we can be scary”
Reggie’s like “yeah we can be spooky!”
And Julie points out, “…none of you wanted to take care of the spider that was in the garage the other day bc it would come back as a spider ghost and haunt three.”
“In their defense, we haven’t seen a ghost spider before and didn’t want to test the theory.” Alex defends.
Bc Julie can always see them, it takes the spookiness out of everything. They can’t make anything look like it’s floating to her bc she can see that they are holding it, they can’t float or anything bc they haven’t figured out that part of being ghosts. After feeling like they’re out of spooking options they decide to resort to the classic ghost stereotype in media of using a white bed sheet.
They just wait in the garage for someone to come by and spook em but turns out it’s Julie and she once again cannot be spooked and this time she says their downfall was choosing the garage bc since she already links the garage with them she already knows there’s ghosts there so it doesn’t catch we off guard to see “ghosts” in there.
They decide to throw in the towel, they cannot spook Julie at all bc she has a good point and good reasons for not being able to be spooked.
When she leaves the garage she left the door partially open and the boys are like “huh she didn’t close the door kind of weird? Luke you go close it.” As he has his hand on the door to close it all of the sudden in the crack of the door in his vision he see a white figure with a black face who does a “BOO!” cry. Luke stumbles back and falls to the ground out of fear as shouts “AHHHH!” which match Alex and Reggie’s cries who were near the door and who saw the sudden figure appear just as Luke had. They suddenly hear laughing from behind the door.
“Good job Carlos.” They hear Julie’s voice and the white figure, who they now realize is short and has a black sharpie drawn on face opens the door to reveal her. “That was perfect.”
As Alex and Reggie help Luke up from the floor and they’re trying to process what happened they see that the white figure takes off their white sheet to reveal that they are in fact Carlos. They see Julie holding out a high five that Carlos returns with a smile on his face, proud of his part.
“You recruited your brother to scare us?” Reggie doesn’t know how to feel considering he always join in on Carlos’ “paranormal videos” and how much the two have bonded bc of them.
“You scared ghosts with a ghost?” Alex points out the irony.
“You can’t just do that!” Luke holds his heart like he’s trying to relax his breathing. “My life just flashed before my eyes.”
“Your afterlife.” Reggie corrects him with a whisper.
“That’s how you properly spook someone.” Julie smiles.
It takes them a second to collect themselves but once they do they can’t help but laugh and congratulate Julie, she got them good.
Julie explains that Carlos already had the sheet with the drawn on sharpie face ready bc for several years he got Ray multiple times with that same gag. Every Halloween seasons it’s like a tradition for him to spook Ray and even though Ray suspects it his son still gives him a fright bc he always catches him off guard. It was just her idea for him to use it to spook other people which was definitely worth it
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hacked-by-jake · 5 months
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𝗗𝗪 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 "𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲"
Characters: Jake, Richy, Dan, Thomas, Phil, Alan
Warnings: None, I guess. Phil got slightly suggestive but it's Phil so. Oh, and no beta read.
A/n: Hey, look what this is. A little, silly, headcanon thingy. What can I say? No idea how I came up with it. But I was bored. Don't expect too much. It's small and it's silly, as I said. Hope you like it anyway. 💚
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𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘
Oh boy, he would freeze on the spot and be unable to move.
He would stare at the table as if he could set it on fire with his eyes. Although he has clearly heard the nickname, his mind needs a few more moments until it has seeped through every cell of his body and the real meaning breaks over him.
You could swear the man is starting to shake with tension.
He is completely shocked that you give someone like him a pet name and indirectly express your feelings for him.
On the inside he explodes with joy and in his imagination a tear rolls over his cheek which he holds back in reality with everything he has.
Either way, he would be absolutely powerless against the crooked grin which is slowly creeping over his lips, so he does nothing but let it happen.
He has clenched his hands into fists and his cheeks turn slightly red in embarrassment but he has to hear it again.
"Can you repeat it?" he would whisper with broken voice.
You would of course repeat it and it would burn into his memory and he is one hundred percent sure that this is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.
If possible his love for you would increases even further and if you would ask him right now to commit a murder for you then he would only ask which weapon you want him to use.
If he were to stand, his knees would probably give in and he would collapse.
He’s completely at your mercy.
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𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗬
Pah, the hyperactive rubber ball would lose all composure.
He would look at you with the widest grin and you would be worried that his cheeks would tear open as much as he smiles at you.
He would wrap his arms around you to pull you happily in for a hug. Probably the hug is a little too tight.
He would kiss your forehead and then rattle down all the pet names he can think of to test what would be the best name for you and how it feels to pronounce it.
He would continue without interruption throughout the entire day.
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Pff, Dan is a macho.
That man would immediately start grinning like the greatest charmer and would tease you with it.
"Well, see, see, babe it is now, huh? Took long enough. But I’ve known for a very long time that you call me that every night in your dreams, I mean, how could you not"
He would smirk sinfully before placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to kiss you.
Then he would whisper "I love you too, babe" against your lips.
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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦
What should happen? The guy’s a puppy through and through.
He would look at you like he was your pet and you just showed him his favorite little toy and he would be waiting for you to finally throw it so he can bring it back to you happily.
You can swear that you see his eyes getting a little wetter but he would say "I have something in my eye" to distract but you know of course that it’s just an excuse and would have to grin about it.
He would kiss you gently and tell you how much he loves you, of course not without also using a pet name for you.
In his head, however, he already plans that you both move into an apartment together, how you get married and have children and lead the happiest life until the end of your life.
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𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡
First of all, he would warn you and ask you how many times he has told you not to use his police radio at home to "call" him. He has a private phone with which you can make calls very well.
But then he would have to concentrate completely on not grinning broadly and would tell you that in his lunch break would come home so that you can continue talking there.
The rest of the shift he’d be a little grinning idiot no matter what case he’s working on.
After he came home, he would wink at you and confess how much he enjoyed you calling him that and telling you to always call him that.
Of course, you will do it with utmost pleasure. Of course, you'll be using the police radio.
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He would smile cheekily and answer you. But of course not without using the same pet name at the end of his sentence and emphasizing it extra strongly.
He would stop cleaning the bar to come around the counter grab you by your hips.
Of course he would kiss you and then whisper in your ear.
"Babe? That’s fucking hot, I think I can go home earlier tonight, the others can do the rest on their own. We should go home urgently."
It's obvious that he would wink at you.
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Chasing the Chicken
Helluva Boss
SFW Tickle fic
I haven't seen this done yet so I decided to do it
Lee!Asmodeus, Ler!Fizzy
Summary: Fizzarolli gets the Fizz-equivalent to zoomies and Asmodeus is his target.
"Fizzy, baby, calm down, just take some deep breaths, please-"
Out of context, it may have sounded like Asmodeus was trying to calm his partner down from a panic attack. However, with context, you'd see the Sin holding his hands up in defense, and Fizz inching closer to him with an almost feral look in his eyes. And Asmodeus knew this look very well unfortunately.
Fizz lunged, but Asmodeus was faster. He dodged, barely, and ran to the other side of the bedroom. Now they were in the same stand-off as before, just in different positions. This had been going on for about ten minutes at this point.
Fizz's "zoomies" didn't happen often, but when they did, he was a ball of absolute chaos. Most of the imps knew to either lock the office doors or to stay out of his way because once he got running, he could not be stopped, not even by Ozzie sometimes. Especially not when Ozzie was his target.
The jester grinned. "Cluck, cluck~"
Asmodeus frowned. "That is rude- AH!" He jumped back to avoid getting jumped on. This time, Fizz wasn't stopping. He continued to run after him on all fours, even using his limbs to essentially launch himself, while Asmodeus was desperately trying to run around furniture without tripping or losing his robe. When he found himself cornered, he just teleported himself across the room in a quick flash of flame.
"Cheating!" Fizz called after him, having turned around to chase him again. The Sin found himself grinning at this. "We're demons, babe, we don't exactly play by the rules!" He laughed, making it back to their bedroom, shutting the door. He initially was going to lock it but a part of him felt bad about locking Fizz out of the room. All of this disappeared when the door was unceremoniously thrown open, revealing a mischievous little imp. Nevermind. He should have locked the door.
"Fizzy, it's too early for all this, come on now-" He backed up, maintaining eye contact, too afraid to turn his back on the gremlin in front of him. Unfortunately, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up tripping, falling back onto the bed. Fizzarolli wasted absolutely no time and jumped up onto him, startling Asmodeus into giving a short shriek.
Extending his arms, Fizz wrapped Ozzie up and started scritching at his sides, resulting in deep chuckles rumbling from deep within his chest. He could easily break free, but he didn't want to risk hurting his little Froggy, so he just gave up and endured it. Fizz knew this too, and used it to his advantage.
Metallic fingers scritched and scribbled over his sides and tummy. Chuckles turned to deep, rich laughter as Ozzie lay there, trying not to squirm too much. "*snort* pff- Ahahahahaha! Fizzy, cohohome ohohon! Okahahay, you cahaught mehehe!" He laughed, hoping that would be enough. But there was a slight evil look in his eyes. Ozzie didn't know what else he wanted until he felt his hands wander lower, toward his hips, causing a giddy, nervous panic to blossom in his stomach right then.
"Wahahait, wAHAIT- Fihihizzy! Nohohot thehere! I'm nohot gonna doho ihihit!" He turned his head away, knowing exactly what Fizzarolli wanted now.
Said imp only grinned. "We'll see about that, Ozzie~"
He drilled his thumbs into the Sin's hips, wincing a little when his laughter came booming out. But the sight he was gifted with was beautiful. Asmodeus had his head tossed back, the widest smile he'd ever seen, and a brilliant blue blush painted from cheek to cheek. He was squirming a lot more now, kicking his legs out, yet still managing to not hurt Fizz, who was holding on tighter now as to not get thrown off.
*CR-CROW*
Fizzarolli stopped and burst out laughing, pulling his arms back and releasing Ozzie, who covered his blushing face, catching his breath. "Ugh, why do you insist on making me make that sound?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from his hands, yet there was no real hint at being genuinely upset. Fizz grinned, sitting on his chest. "Because it's cute, duh."
Asmodeus removed his hands and looked up at his grinning partner and couldn't help but smile himself. "Well are you finally satisfied enough to calm down?"' "For now." The rooster snorted. "Good enough."
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poraphia · 6 months
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I saw some of your posts about Tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains and I had never heard of it and now I’ve finished it in a day lol. Could you do a hero reader x siren where the hero reader knows Wilbur and siren knows the civillian reader and one day they’re in a battle and realisation and emotional shit goes on. I’ll leave you to decide what happens and whether someone dies :)
"Slow Your Breathing, Look At Me."
pairing • clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader 1958 words • 9.24.23 containing • depictions of weapons, deep wounds, broken ribs, angst, wilbur and reader are heartbroken my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr
"Tell me you're not Siren. Tell me I'm not just some hero that fell in love with a supervillain."
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“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY!” Dream growled. Before he could utter another word, he used his telekinesis to throw a car at the flying Zephyrus.
The Syndicate had robbed the most successful and popularly known bank in L’manburg. Not only was it the bank thousands of citizens used, but it was also where most heroes got their paychecks. Meaning that there was the risk of the supervillains knowing the heroes’ identities. This caused headquarters to send out what Heroes we had available to fight against the Syndicate. Funnily enough, we were only fighting against the grand trio: Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. The other heroes were on the hunt to find the other runaway supervillains who were previously on the scene.
I dodged through Blade’s sharp attacks, using my power of slowing down time to know exactly where his edges would land.
“Haste! I need your help!” I whipped my head around to find Rewind on the concrete. His leg was bleeding out from a nasty slice that nearly ripped to his bones.
“I got you!” I exclaimed. I sped past through the battles and bloodshed, narrowly dodging the flap of feathers and the muffled sound of a honey voice. The world around me was blurry, and I could only make out the figure of Rewind’s body heaving on the pavement. Once I was close enough, I picked up Rewind, holding him close, before carefully speeding past through the fighting yet again. I burst through the doors of a nearby building before running up the stairs as swiftly as I could. In a matter of seconds, we were by Supreme’s side. Supreme patted on the laid-out cushion he had set out before I placed Rewind down.
“Agh, I’m never going to get used to that…” He groaned, softly chuckling. I plopped down next to him as Supreme proceeded with his healing process.
“Pff, you’re going to be okay,” I reassured. He turned to me, a curious tilt turning his head.
“Hey, Haste, how do you control your powers anyway? If that isn’t a complicated answer—” He hissed in pain, feeling the alcohol sting his skin as Supreme cleaned his wound.
“Sorry!” Supreme quickly apologized.
“N-No worries—!” Rewind said through gritted teeth. I softly chuckled at his antics.
“Well, it was kind of a hard process. It took a lot of training to individually control my own speed separate from the world’s speed.” I explained. “It used to be ‘Oh I’m slow and everyone slow!’ or vice versa. But now it’s like… The whole world can be slow and I’m super speed! And if I’m ever holding someone, they can see what I’m seeing too!” I shrugged.
“Wow, I didn’t know it worked like that!” Rewind exclaimed, excitement seeping into his voice. I smiled, flattered that he took an interest in my powers.
“You’re all patched up Rewind! Be more careful next time.” Supreme said, dusting off his hands. We both looked down, not even realizing that the wound was already fully healed. “Thanks for sticking around to talk to him again, Haste. You know how squirmish Rewind can get when he’s not distracted.”
“Hey! Not true—!”
A loud crash interrupted Rewind’s banter. I stumbled over to the edge of the tower, only to see 404 throwing blades at Dream whilst Flame zapped fire under his feet. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I sped down the stairs in a blurry haze before running across the street to tackle 404 down. “What was the command?!” I nearly demanded out of 404.
“It was only for me and Flame! He told us to take down Dream!” He explained briefly, but before he could say anymore, he pushed me off and his focus regained on Dream. Blade’s swords nearly slammed against me as I was about to get up. With speed, I was able to narrowly dodge my guts being spilled. I stumbled back onto my feet, running toward 404 and Flame. I looked behind me, realizing that Blade and Zephyrus were escaping. From the rooftops, I saw Rewind and Felis chasing after them. Turning back around, I realized that Dream was locked onto Siren, who was attempting to make his escape.
“Dream! I’ll cover for you, just get Siren!” I shouted, drawing out my shield. I swiftly ran in front of them, blocking both of them. Flame created a fire in his palms before nearly engulfing me in his creations. I pushed through the heat with my shield, only to be welcomed with daggers flying at me left and right. I slowed down time, carefully taking in how each dagger flew before brushing past each source of danger. I returned time to normal, waiting for their next moves.
A loud thud and a yelp of pain could be heard behind me. As I turned around, I noticed that Dream had Siren pinned against a building. Dream’s hand was raised as he pushed Siren’s body against the concrete, creating cracks surrounding him. I briefly looked back again to clear my way out of 404 and Flame’s attacks but I returned my gaze to the supervillain and hero. Dream was now close to him, a finger etching under his blindfold.
In one quick moment, Dream ripped the blindfold off of his face, and without realizing it, I was slowing down the world to near its max.
No.
No.
No…
I stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed.
The man I had met only a few months ago at a coffee shop.
The man who sat at my table one chilly autumn day after being relentlessly teased by his brother.
The man who I started developing a crush on and would blush when he would order my coffee for me.
He was here,
And he was Siren.
I felt my body charge up with speed, and without thinking, I was running at Dream and Wilbur headfirst. I tackled Dream down, making him lose his power over Wilbur before grabbing Wil and running with him in my arms. Despite the man being nearly double my height, the adrenaline told me I could bench fifty more of him if I had to. I eventually found an empty alleyway to hide in for the time being. As I stumbled into the space, the energy started to drain out of me. Time resumed back to normal as I carefully placed down Wil. I sat myself down in front of him, nearly collapsing. He only groaned in pain, weakly clutching at his ribs.
“Please… Wilbur…” I mumbled through heaving breaths. “Tell me you’re not in front of me right now…”
He didn’t speak. That action alone felt like taking my heartstrings and wrapping them around my neck. My head raced with a thousand thoughts at once, and barely any of them were comprehensive. I just wanted to know what holy being up there in the sky decided that this was my fate. That I had to be a hero in love with a supervillain. I felt sick to my stomach. Without a word, I got up, towering over the frail man. I raised a fist, causing Siren to instinctively start echoing his demand.
“Haste, go—”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, Wilbur!” I angrily ripped off my mask, throwing it down on the ground. “It’s fucking me! It’s (y/n), you piece of shit!” I felt the tears threatening to spill out, and for once, I let them. Gradually, they cascaded down my cheek and onto the concrete near where Wil’s foot rested.
“(y-y/n)..?” He asked, barely mustering the courage to go above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes refusing to leave his giant, glossy ones. My heart was pounding against my chest as if it threatened to break out and punch Wilbur in his stupid face.
I didn’t know how to feel. I felt anger, shock, heartache, confusion, and distress all at once. As I was absorbed in my head, I didn’t realize his hand was etching toward mine, quietly wrapping his hand around my index finger as he sooth my knuckles with his thumb. I shook my head and looked at him.
“I— I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry— I didn’t know either. Oh God, this is all my fault.” He stumbled through his own trembling words. “Dream is probably on the lookout for you now. Y-You need to kill me! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” He cried. I stepped back, shocked at his pleas.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Wil?! I don’t care that I’m in trouble right now, I need to get you to safety!” I yelled back, frustrated. “Contact your healer— Apollo, was it? I-I could hold back Dream I just need you to make it out here alive.” I drew out my shield again, causing Wil to nearly lunge at my legs. He only groaned in pain as he landed near my feet, but he held on tight to my ankles.
“No, (y/n)! He already saw you save me. He’s going to hurt you—!” Wil clutched at his chest again, hissing out swears. “Please, I’m not going to lose you!” He cried. I looked down at him. My chest tightened at the sight of him desperately pleading for my life, despite his broken ribs and body. I crouched down in front of him to stroke his untamed hair. His heaving slowed down as my fingers soothed him ever so slightly.
I sighed, looking at him. “Consider this my resignation from the Heroes of L’manburg. If I have to be put up against someone that I consider one of my closest friends, then call me a villain or weak, but I would never take your life under any circumstances.”
Wilbur paused in his movements. His grip on me started to loosen as I stepped back. “Again, Wil, contact your healer.” He lifted his head up to face me. Tears were running down his face with the expression of a puppy who got kicked in the stomach. I smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll see you at the coffee shop next week, okay? I…”
I wanted to say the three words. The words I had been begging to say the moment I realized that I could imagine a future with this man. Instead, I bit my lip and exited out of the alleyway and onto the street.
“Oh, Dream~!” I sang out. “Guess who’s fucking resigning!” I twirled on one foot, flaunting myself as the ultimate distraction. I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply, finally letting the anger boiling inside of me out.
“COME AT ME YOU SMILEY BITCH!”
Wilbur was sprawled out in the alleyway. His hand shook as he reached to click on his earpiece. Immediately he was met by the worried voice of his brother.
“Siren! Siren, where the fuck are you?!” Apollo shouted.
“I’m in an alleyway a few blocks from where the fight originally was. Dream crushed my ribs and nearly saw my identity.” Wil gasped out.
“Oh, for fucks sake man,” Apollo mumbled. “Okay, I’m turning back around! I’ll see you in a moment!”
“W-Wait,” Wil stuttered. “Get the others too. We’re going to need them.”
“Huh, why?” Apollo asked, concern glossing in his voice. Wil, in turn, chuckled as he flipped his body over. His eyes were fixated on the stars twinkling in the night sky.
“Let’s just say, we have a new supervillain we’ll need help smuggling in.”
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a / n ~ hey hey heyyy hope you guys enjoyed this little angsty thing. i've been writing a lot of angst haven't i? oh well. i am flying through these requests! notes of all kind are super duper appreciated!!
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sg-l · 6 months
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10:08・Satoru Gojo
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Fandom・Jujutsu Kaisen Character(s)・Satoru Gojo Word Count・1.7k Tags・fem!Reader implied, manga spoilers, major character death, hurt/no comfort, angst, gore/blood, unedited
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"I need you to curse me when I die."
Without the sweet sticky Okinawa beverage clinging to your throat after just one sip; those words alone were enough to force the feeling of clawing fingers digging their way out of your throat. The fruit drink just danced with the bile in your throat when the two of them met at the back of your mouth. 
"E-Excuse me-?!" There was no right amount of exclamation you could put into your tone to convey the absurdity of his request, "You want me to what-?"
Satoru seemed immune to the words that came out of his mouth. Perhaps because he had been the one to say them. To you they seemed wildly off the cuff. But to him what was said was as normal as asking about the beautiful weather the two of you found yourself enjoying at the popular vacation area. The Okinawan sun was not bright enough to reason heat exhaustion to explain his otherworldly request. 
"Satoru you cannot just spout some shit off like that and-"
"I'm not spouting shit off." He clarified. Dead somber too. Satoru laid back in his beach chair, tucking his arms up behind his head just to give his skull something to rest on while he stared up at the beauty of this same spot, "When I die, I need you to curse me."
"Pff." Without acknowledgement you shook your head refusing to listen to his words and filled your mouth with another big swig of your sugary drink so it was impossible to answer his ludicrous words.
"You're not listening to me." Satoru gave a light hearted pout as he remained gazing up at the sky.
Such the audacity to act like you were refusing to pick up his dry cleaning when he was simply busy on a Tuesday. The merit of what he was asking versus his tone did not match but what was to be expected from the Gojo heir's flippancy in life.
"I will not." You swallowed the lump of drink as well as bile making its home in your throat. With your lips to the straw you paused before taking another drink, "...I refuse." And when you peaked a glance back at him lounging you expected this to be a test or perhaps a sick joke. One of the other but not the vacant look he was sending off to the sky above the two of you. If it had been either of the above, Satoru would have surely broken character by now. And when that didn't happen you realized he was serious. You lowered your drink from your lips and watched the straw twirl around to the other side of the cup and away from your lips, "...You're Satoru Gojo. Don't act like you can die or some stupid shit. Especially on vacation, what the hell's wrong with you?"
Plucking his shades off his face, Satoru sat up in his beach chair as he was rubbing his eyes, "...What Yuuta Okkotsu did to his young friend was horrific, yes."
"And so why would you ask me to do that? We just got out here, is your brain already that baked? Should we go back inside?"
"It was horrific because that girl had no say in it." Satoru ignored you, leaning forward on his chair with his glasses settled on his lap, "He bound her to an eternity of confusion and pain and suffering, not knowing any better when it happened."
The incident was a few months ago. And either side of it wasn't something you'd wish on either side. The cursed one or the one keeping them tied down to such a painful existence. That fact alone, and that Satoru was asking to replicate such an awful thing with you for some undefined death day he suddenly sprung on you, made your skin prick with goosebumps and the constricting feeling of fingers crushing your throat from the inside out as anxiety over the topic washed over you. 
Falling as sober about the topic as he was, you still gave a little shake of your head but kept staring down at your drink that now made you too nauseous to even think about tasting, "...don't talk like that, Satoru."
"It scares you, doesn't it?" 
What a stupid question. It filled you with almost instant white hot rage when he asked. Whipping your head around this was the moment you were ready to catch him in some twisted joke at your expense; and ready to rightfully chew him out for it. Only to see he was not smiling nor was he jesting over dark humor shared in the Jujutsu profession. Satoru was, by all accounts, as sincere as the day he told you he loved you.
The look of confusion and ailment over such a topic was evident on your face. Not so much on him but Satoru couldn't convey his feelings correctly as it was. He'd had ages to think about this. You, he'd only given a few minutes to think of.
"When I die..." Satoru spoke softly as to not disturb the peaceful nature that submerged them in the Oiknawan sun. His hand extended out to find the sunkissed warmth of your cheek on his fingertips, "When I die-" He reiterated like hearing it once wasn't already enough for you, "-curse me with every ounce of love you have for me. To the fullest extent."
"Satoru I-"
His touch dropped from your cheek. Not leaving you. Only his thumb drawing a soft line along your jaw and oddly enough down the center of your throat. It felt suffocating, feeling his thumb glide over your throat. Forcing it closed in fact but at the same time the sour taste rushed your mouth as saliva pooled under your tongue in the worst way. 
Satoru's touch faded but the thud in your chest felt like it'd leapt in your throat when he drew away to speak, "That way, I'll be there to protect you, even when I fail."
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"SATORU!" 
His name burned the second it ripped from your throat. The hands that held you back were familiar but yet the body they held back was strange to you. Yuuta tugging at your arm to keep you safely within the watching area. Utahime doing the same thing even as she screamed at you with demands for you to keep your senses about you, those noises were dulled to you. In fact you couldn't even hear her. Or the other students behind you. Even the monster in Megumi's body was speaking silent words when his mouth moved on the giant screen before you.
Ringing in your ear deafening but unyielding to anyone or anything around you. They weren't here. No one was here. You stared at the blood pouring from the corners of his mouth as Satoru's torso laid apart from the gooey bloodied waistline he'd been sliced at. Your own blood thumping in your veins while his blood oozed out onto the dirty rubble under his disembodied corpse. Suddenly that dreadful feeling from nearly a year ago blossomed in your stomach. 
Having thought it was tucked away never to be felt again, it was the only thing strong enough to blanket your senses. Putrid, stomach lurching sickness akin to how sweet that drink was that day on the Okinawa beach. Your body ran as hot and cold like the two elements were fighting in your veins that very moment. Petrified in place, it was for the worst of it to come yet. If seeing his body broken into pieces on the ground, out of your reach, wasn't enough to make your skin beg to be torn from your flesh. The sensation of his thumb, so clearly pressing down on your throat in that very moment, overtook you. Like fingers crawling around your throat. Clamping down ready to rid your body of its contents. You made like you were going to throw up just to find you couldn't move even a single joint in your own fingers.
Satoru Gojo lay dead on the concrete out there. But there was no mistaking the hand curling around your throat. Constricting your airways. Burning your flesh. Blurred darkness encroaching on your vision. Slowly blurring out the sight of his corpse on the screen before you. You begged yourself not to blink. Pleaded with your body to not close your eyes. Scared to lose him. Even more scared to reopen them to see what was truly right there for the world to see. If you blinked then you'd remember his face desolate and bloody like it was now forever. But you could not stave off the feeling of being swallowed into awful darkness. You were not as strong as you'd once thought on that sunny beach.
Eyes closed, if only for a millisecond, you didn't need to open them to know what was in front of you also had the death grip on your throat. 
"Satoru-" The name did not match what had come before you. It caused your stomach to lurch into your throat but the fist around your neck ceased it from coming up. Tears welled in your eyes because it now stood above you, blocking the tv with his dead body, letting you only see it and nothing else. "S-Satoru-" Your lips quivered and tears streamed down your cheek while the monster refused its grip on your throat. 
For that is where it would stay. Until you died with it. The twisted cursed beast that looked nothing like him but felt exactly like his flesh. You didn't want this. You never wanted this. But you weren't strong enough. He'd known that when he brought it up. Satoru Gojo had planned on cursing you the very day he fell in love with you. Twisted together, never ready to let go. You couldn't even see his body one last time. The other's screams erupted in your mind for the first time. There was no time to mourn as south was the only way to go in the rush to safety after this plan had failed. You were ushered to run with the rest of the group. To run with the weight of love around your throat.
Leaving a part of yourself there while you took a part of him you never wanted in the first place. 
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ghostieyanyan · 1 year
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I have fun headcanons for a shy, kind MC who secretly hides the fact that they’re a musician and they write their own songs. Maybe they were in a rock band in their original world. Maybe the MC wrote a live song for the Yandere of your choice and they overheard them singing it alone. I was thinking maybe Malleus or Idia personally but it’s up to you
im gonna talk about both so yes!
~Musical!mc~
Yan!Idia x mc
Yan!Malleus x mc
Warning: slight hints of NSFW, yandere, stalking, mention of death
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Idia
he'll totally find out with his hidden cameras.
He would be playing a game and hears music, but not from his game? takes off his headphones and looks for what's playing music? Like we haven't done that before.. pff- He finds that he accidentally left one of the camera sound on but he's not disappointed with what he finds.
there you are, singing your heart out, with notebook and instrument in hand. you looked heavenly. he felt like you were a siren that was calling for him.
he immediately snaps out of it and searches something up... you kinda look like an idol from an anime he’s been obsessed with recently. i mean, you might have to clean up a bit and he very likely has all the things you need for your idol look. plus if he doesn't have it, it'll just buy it or make it for you. Its perfect!
you're perfect..
he just needs to have you, preserve you. kinda like one of his figures in his room.
but before he comes up with a plan, he wants to hear you sing more. he'll likely record your songs, your voice, hey, even your mistakes. he loves them so much.
bet, he has it as his ring tone for just him to hear.
depending on when this discovery happens, before or during chapter 6 is when he takes mc.
if its before, he'll probably wait and get as much information on you as he can. plus more recordings of your voice, you likely be scared when he has you in his hands. like a scared little bird, who's wings are getting clipped.. another reason to wait, your friends will notice when you are gone. overblot after overblot. you poor baby, that's why he has to preserve you, its dangerous out there. so many nasty person with there gross thoughts and slimy hands. you're one to talk...
if its during, then ya, he'll grab you. of course keep you away from these monsters but close to him. he'll likely keep you in a room alone for a bit to take care of those other students but whenever he has free time, hell stop by and visit. he'll show you all the recordings of your music and gives you your notebook and instrument because he doesn't want his personal idol to be so lonesome. sing your heart out like you do when you "think" you're alone. its the same here as it is when you're out there. you singing and him... listening.
it'll probably take a while for you to get use to him so he wont push you to wear the idol outfit but be warn when or if you do, he's not going to let you go. You might not be able to use your legs for a while.
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Malleus
He'd very likely hear it at night on his strolls.
It'll be the dead of night, he'll be looking at the stars and moon shining brightly. then, with his fae ears, he hears a meloty. he told at first it were the other smaller fae in the woods by the Ramshackle dorm. but it was so enchanting that he couldn't help but walk to it. he felt like the sleeping princess to the spindle.
when he finally identify the voice, he was surprised to find the NRC's perfect.
they were looking at the stars with him and he just felt his heart strings pull but he didn't understand this feeling. whenever he’s confused and needed guidance, he'd turn to Lillia.
Lillia explained to him that maybe this small little human has enchanted him with a spell and he HAS to confront them to find out. Cause he'll totally play match maker. So he did.
the next day, he confronts you about it. he starts with telling you that you're voice is enchanting and you've put him under a spell that he cant undo. he asked what type of magic in your world that's so powerful that he cant understand. 
You’d likely laugh on how silly it was, you and a magic spell?
you explain to him that you didn't put a spell on him and that you were just working on your song since you weren't tired that night and you had time for yourself, which for the perfect its very rare to have some quiet time.
he understand, kinda but not really, and requested to hear more.
I'm going off that mc is stage fright shy so they polite say no. which didn't feel right to malleus. i feel like he’s a little spoiled and stubborn so say no to him of all people is weird. but that's okay, its not like you need to know he’s there listening anyway.
he’d likely find out when you practice your songs and makes a schedule. and when you don't follow that schedule, lets just say.. you didn't know it’ll be storming today??
this is also all before he finds out you’ll likely be leaving soon. no.. you cant leave. his song bird CANT leave. if such a thing happens well then, all of twisted wonderland will have to burn. and you don't want that right?
he’ll have you in a big cage, with a small window for light. the cage will be held high up and below you is bushes of bushes of thorns. they look very unpleased. but don't worry, even with the tiny window for light you’ll be surrounded with your favorite flowers and the comfiest bed you've ever seen. anything you need or want will be brought to you say long as you do one small thing for malleus. 
sing.
and if you don't want to? he’ll give you a reason why you cant use your voice...
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yxami · 11 months
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i want my needy malakai :(
Haven’t seen that guy in awhile, hope you enjoy!
description: Malakai x gn reader, Malakai is the yandere masochistic roommate, yandere stuff, mostly fluff
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You brushed through Malakai’s hair with your fingers, watching the movie in-front that the two of you decided to play. He was comfortably laying his head in your lap.
“I just don’t like the guy you work with” He pouted, irritated that your shift today was with that one co-worker. He was tempted to go out and kill him but then you’d definitely get mad. He was still suffering consequences from the last guy.
“What’s wrong with him? I don’t think he’s done anything weird lately” You scratched his head, putting him in a tired trance.
“Mph, I just don’t like him. Why can’t you stay home forever” He opened up his eyes, looking up at you with a never ending pout.
“Unless you’re a millionaire, I’m not staying home” You brushed Malakai’s bangs out his face, neatly pushing them back.
“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to become a millionaire then!” He said, tone brimming with confidence as if he was going to make it happen right now.
“Pff, okay tell me when you are one” You kissed his forehead. “I’m gonna make something to eat, do you want something?” You signaled him to get up, which he did even if he didn’t want to.
“I want some eggs and rice! Do you want me to help?” He turned his body to face you when you got up.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll get started on it right now but tonight you’re making dinner” You yawned, a little drowsy from sitting in a comfortable position for so long.
“Got it!” His eyes trailed you while you made your way to the kitchen. He decided he would take a nap while you made food. He was thinking about bothering you though, that was probably his favorite thing to do.
It probably took you almost half an hour to finish cooking everything. Malakai was able to wake up on his own after smelling a delicious aroma. He got up and hastily made his way to the kitchen.
He saw you serving the rice and eggs into two bowls, neatly packing it with as much food it could hold. He hugged you from behind, holding you from your lower stomach.
“So touchy today, what’s up with you?” You giggled, grabbing two spoon to place into each of the bowls.
“Nothin, just want you to stay with me forever and ever” He kissed the side of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder while he waited for you finish.
“Alright, let’s go eat” You spoke, brushing off his affection, he was either bickering with you or begging to get your attention when he wanted it. You guessed that today was a needy day.
You set the bowls down on the table, sitting in a comfy chair, blowing the steam away from the rice and eggs. You were thinking about making some rice and beans instead but decided not to.
Both of you ate quickly, specifically you because you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Malakai tagged along behind you when you put your empty bowl in the sink and went to your room.
When he laid on the bed he insisted you should lay on him to warm him up even though you had a blanket on your bed already. You wrapped around his body’s warmth, laying on his chest as he rubbed circles onto your back.
“I think you owe me a lot of kisses for cleaning the entire house today” He wrapped his arms around your lower torso, caressing your sides with his hands.
Hmm, you’re right” You smiled before starting your first kiss on his cheek, making a trail to his neck with healing hickeys on it from the last time the two of you did something.
He giggled, feeling your ticklish kisses along his jaw. He brought your face closer so he could feel your soft lips pressing and sucking against his skin. He loved when you marked obvious places on his body, even encouraging you by sneakily offering it up.
If he wanted you to kiss his neck, he’d leave out in the open almost like right now by turning his head. You always thought it was a cute tactic so you indulged in it. You sucked on a part of his neck, bruising the skin quickly.
“And there” You placed the last kiss on his lips, making him want more.
“That’s all? Can’t I get more?” His questions sounded like whines when it came out from his mouth.
“So greedy, I’ll give you just a few more” You pressed your lips against his, warming up the area between your faces. The kiss became more intense as it went on. He slipped his tongue in between your lips, wanting more then just regular kissing.
You cracked a smile with the way his hands grasped at your hips. He felt you slip your tongue in his mouth, rubbing against his, it made him deepen the kiss by pulling you closer, you sat on him now and leaned into it.
Shortly after you panted letting go of the kiss while your tongue felt the cool air in the room. He didn’t want to let go of the kiss, even if he needed to breathe too. He loved every feeling he got when he was close to you, it was addicting.
“Is that good enough, Mal?” Malakai nodded, cheeks burning a semi-deep red. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how you make him feel, no matter how many times this happens.
“Kay’ I’m gonna be right back.. I think I left my phone downstairs” You got up managing to get out of bed before a hand grabbed onto your shirt.
“Don’t go, just stay with me.. you can get your phone later!” His big puppy eyes had you conflicted whether to stay or not. He was an ass when he wanted to be but he could really pull off a look like that if it got him something.
“Fine but if you fall asleep first then I’m gonna go get my phone” You snuck under the sheets, slipping into his arms that tightened around you. You could feel his heartbeat from how close you were to his chest.
“Deal!” He felt giddy knowing that his begging had worked. He was extremely greedy when it came to time with you, he needed all of it. That’s why he refused to sleep right now.
“You’re so warm and toasty.. you’re like a giant heating pad” Malakai tightened his hug, needing to feel more of your body heat. “I love everything about you.. I wanna stay with you forever”
“If you don’t crush me right now then maybe you will!” You managed to grumble out before he loosened his grip on you.
“My bad!” He let go of you, almost missing the adorable expression on your face.
The both of you stayed in bed for awhile, before deciding to play some games. Nobody ended up sleeping so he had you all to himself away from your phone. A day of you only paying attention to him, that was one of the things he wished about before he slept.
He wished for a lot of things from you, the most important two being that you would stay by his side forever and to love him even if he killed people for you.
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honeycloudz · 3 months
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Perfect Storm | Chapter Three: Trapped with Truth and Dare
Content Warnings: MDNI, Mentions of blood on Sanzu (not his), Mentions of a gun, Sanzu teasing but hes also an ass, being stuck in an elevator, Smidge of angst if you squint, Sanzu is a menace while playing truth or dare, Ran teases too, Emotionally Constipated Jealous Sanzu, Fem!Reader has very brief wet dream (I promise Ill do actual smut soon), Mating press
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Today had been an unusually boring day without the normal banter of your coworkers as well as the strange quietness of not having Sanzu around. The Haitani’s and him had gone on a mission with Takeomi, leaving you with the usually quiet Mikey who shooed you away to your office to get paperwork done, just as Mochi and Kokonoi were doing in their own respective spaces. Bored, you sigh, walking to your office ready but dejected for the long day of paperwork ahead of you. 
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You stare at the clock ticking hung above your door, counting down the seconds before you can go home after long exhausting hours of signing documents and crime. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the clock strikes midnight as you let out a silent cheer and pack your belongings into your purse to then make your way to the rickety old elevator. You press the button that lights up beneath your finger and hum contently, excited for your plan to sit back on your comfortable couch and catch up on your favorite show. When the elevator opens, you step into it, continuously pressing the button to the first floor (as if it were to make the doors close faster) and just as they were about to shut- a hand suddenly makes its way between them- startling you. Your hands quickly make their way to your purse, where your gun is resting, on instinct. 
You curse under your breath in anger when Sanzu steps foot in the elevator, dress shirt covered in blood which you knew wasn't his own. Noticing your shift in attitude, he smiles smugly, and to your dismay speaks. “What? Didn’t miss me today princess?” he voices sarcastically. He watches you closely, trying to get a rise out of you. “Yeah, of course, just as much as my gun misses your big ass forehead. All that room up there and still not enough to make one coherent, well adjusted thought.”, you hissed back just as sarcastically, ready for the interaction to end as the elevator slowly descended. “My forehead isn't big” he grunted, turning away from you, picking and choosing what hears as per usual. “Is too” you spat back at him. As he was about to retort back, the elevator shook aggressively and grinded to a halt. “W-what is happening” you questioned out loud in fear to no one in particular. When suddenly the red emergency lights glowed and the audio system boomed with Rindou’s voice, answering you. “Hey uh, i know we would all love to end this night peacefully but unfortunately for you both, you'll be stuck in here for the next hour”- panic set in as you realized you'd be stuck with Sanzu alone - “please don't kill each other in there, we are all working to fix it (you hear slight snickering in the background, probably Ran laughing at your current predicament) dont worry itll be okay in no time”. Rindou finishes, sounding uncertain, not helping your current crisis. “Fuck” you curse out loud, hope dimming quickly. He turns to you, annoyance on his face. “Really?”. He exhales out of frustration, “Well, we are here together whether you like it or not, what do you wanna do to pass the time while they work to free me from hell?” You look at him, anger and shock written all over your face, “Free you from hell!? Go fuck yourself, and go to that corner, dont even breath near me asshole.” You reply and take a seat in the corner, opposite to his. He (surprisingly) listens and takes a seat away from you, “Pff, whatever, take that stick out your ass, I'd like to make it known I don't wanna be here either.” he huffs out. Choosing to ignore his comment, only a few minutes pass in silence, and to your dismay he starts repeatedly tapping the wall with his fingers in a rhythm, the sound getting on your already worked up nerves. “Oh my gosh, ok we’ll pass the time with whatever but you have to stop with that shit”, you glare at him. He laughs back in response, stopping his finger drumming. “Hmm..” Sanzu pauses to think before turning to you and declaring, “Lets play truth or dare”. You look at him, surprised by the childish remark when you notice the mischievous glint in his eyes. After a few seconds of thinking it over you respond, “Sure, but I start”. He nods, giving you the go-ahead. “Truth or dare?” you question, his answer being ‘truth’. With another short pause of thinking you ask him, “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” and for a second you swear you see a look of hurt on him, before its masked with the smug smile he returns quickly, and you feel guilt for some reason. He looks away from you for a moment before whispering “my scars” quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. You frown and look away, thinking when he breaks you out of your thoughts, questioning “Truth or dare?” to change the subject. “Uh.. dare” you boldly decide, quickly regretting it when he dares you to lick the floor. “Yeah I'm not doing that.” you say, unimpressed. “Fine, then it has to be truth!” he retorts. “Well there isnt many dares we can do in here anyway, so lets just keep asking truths”. You respond. And for the first time probably ever, you both agree on something.
“You ever fuck anyone that works here?” Doing a double take and staring at him in shock he only looks back, completely serious. Exhaling you answer, “Good God, and no.” You look over at him and he almost seems relieved? Knowing it's your turn, you ask him something almost equally as strange, “Have you ever practiced kissing in a mirror?” He looks at you weird, then laughs and you feel a small smile making its way to your face. “What? Thats so weird, why do you ask?” he runs his hands through his tuft of pink hair giggling at you. “I don't know, its a very you thing to do, and you didn't answer!” you defend yourself playfully. A few seconds of silence and him looking away is all the answer you need. He continues to look away before he hears you trying not to let a sound out, when he faces you he notices the wide smile on your face, that you tried to hide with a hand clasped tightly around your mouth, clearly you couldn't control it when he hears your laughter. And although its at his expense, he would usually respond with something mean, yet, for a moment Sanzu forgets he hates you. “Yeah whatever, laugh all you want, I was a teenager and now I can get the real thing and more, whenever I please.” He defends himself while you swipe the unshed tears from your eyes, calming down. 
Trying to change the subject, he questions, “If you had to pick someone from our team to fuck, who would it be?” Sanzu continues to ask out of pocket questions to try and embarrass you. Your face heats and your stomach drops and for a moment you think of him, on top of you and you decide to throw the thought of your head permanently. You look away, trying to think and all the comes up are filthy thoughts of him. “Ch-change the question.” You cough out. He leans in, “Nah I think I wanna hear your answer, princess”. He directs his complete attention on you, stare unwavering. A few seconds pass before you whisper “Ran”. For a reason unknown to him, Sanzu feels angry. Not at you for a change, but at Ran as if it were his fault. He masks his irritation by asking “Why him, of all people?” Quickly you respond “He was the first that came to mind” you lied, when suddenly the loud audio system answers, this time by Ran himself.
“Really? I'm honored sweetheart.” He giggles out to your complete shock and horror. “YOU CAN HEAR US?!” you question.
“Yeah, I'm surprised Sanzu didn't tell you.” You turn back at him with betrayal in your eyes and he only shrugs. God what an asshole, and to think you were starting to enjoy yourself even a little bit around him.
“I would've never answered that if I had known they can hear us! I don't wanna play anymore” you huff and cross your arms. “Aww the fun was just starting” Ran teases you, earning a quick shut up.
Sanzu decides to call it quits too, your answer the only thing replaying in his mind. You both stay silent for the duration of the period. Thankfully, before you fall asleep, a tired sounding Kokonoi announces that the elevator will work in the next minute. You stand, stretching and yawning, ready to get home when you notice the grumpy look on Sanzu’s face.
He stands too, and when the elevator dings and the doors open, he shoves past you walking- almost stomping away. You recollect yourself from the powerful push and make your way to your car. The only thoughts on your mind being him and his stupid face, his stupid smile, his stupid laugh too. You replay the soft look on his face in your brief moments of getting along, the thought being soured when you remember how he pushed you.
Exhausted, you finally get home, kicking off your heels somewhere random, not even bothering to undress you hop in bed quick to crash out.
Even in dream land he wouldn't leave you, your sleeping mind conjuring up the vulgar images of Sanzu groaning from on top of you, grabbing the under part of your legs that were wrapped around his torso, to put your knees to your shoulders, effectively trapping you in a once again, this time in a mating press, before he leans in and whispers “Cum for me, pretty girl”, while speeding up and deepening his thrusts, the filthiest grunts and praises leaving his pretty lips. Moans and whimpers leaving your own. “Hngh- Hah, I love those sounds, make more princess.”
A/N: omg? me updating so soon? once in a LIFE TIME, im sorry i think this chapter kinda sucks, forgive me </3, anyway some of you were wondering how my nipple piercing went, and it went fantastic! I really love them and im glad it went well lmao, anyway PLEASEEE send me requests, it can be smut or anything!! holy shit i forgot about the taglist too im just remembering, ill bring it back for next chapter <33 Love you guys, thank you for the support and reading!
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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months
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HI AGAIN!! i saw you said we were allowed to put one or two asks in at a time so i’m hopping on that haha. first of all, with my first husk request, i’d like to say right after i sent that in, i noticed one or two letters you had already done and i would just like to say i’m so sorry if that caused you any extra work!! (well not sorry enough cause i’m coming back to give you more PFF- 😭😭) (sorry i’m crazy, moving on) but if you could give me Lute with the following letters that’d be amazing!! : A, B, G, H, U
thank you sm again!! your work fucking rocks haha, i will definitely be in here more after you do the first two requests i sent, no rush tho!! love ya (/p) and your work 💕
A, B, G, H, and U for Lute
No need to apologize! Slip ups happen all the time. I actually have the switch between windows when I'm updating the masterlist when a new alphabet post is made! Aha!
I hope this is alright, I admit I struggle with writing softer... more domestic stuff for Lute, so this post may be a little short..
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ATTRACTION:
Lute would be interested in someone strong... strong body and strong willed. Though only if your loyalties lie with Heaven. Lute already spends her days fighting.. and it seems she might even be Adam's right hand man.. Woman.. his personal guard, it seems. Be it assigned or voluntary. She is more than willing to protect and fight for you, but knowing you can provide for yourself puts her at ease as well as makes her feel more secure.
BONDING:
Similar to the Vaggie post, you both tend to bond when the pair of you spare together. Lute seems to be very skilled in combat, that sort of thing doesn't happen over night. The only drawback here is that she's likely to go a little hard on you, and perhaps she's a bit of a sore loser..? You might be able to convince her to go out and do something relaxing, though it will take a lot of coaxing to pull her away from her duties.
GIFT GIVING:
Lute doesn't do gifts often. She doesn't exactly know how to react when given a gift, so she might react a little tensely. She does appreciate it, she just isn't used to being cared for like that. Likewise, the thought to give you gifts outside of special occasion doesn't cross her mind. She's more of an acts of service person, anyway.
HARSH:
Lute can be very intense. Heaven and it's plans will always come first for her, which can put a nasty strain on the relationship if time and time again she puts the plans you've made together to the side. She can also get really into an argument if she's passionate about the subject, even sometimes saying something in the heat of the moment.
She's stubborn, too. "Angels don't make mistakes", you know? But you're an angel too.. I mean you'd likely be one, right? Given Lute's obvious disdain for anything sinful. Getting an apology out of her is like pulling teeth, though her tense... well tense-er body language does show that she's having mixed thoughts going on inside of her. Tries to offer peace by doing something for you.
UPSET:
When Lute is upset she tends to... shut herself away, a lot of her feelings being outwardly converted into something that LOOKS like annoyance or anger. She'd much rather spend some time alone letting off some steam.
When you're upset she can be a little... emotionally distant. She's trying to connect, but she's so used to being this war machine of sorts that being vulnerable wasn't something she ever considered. She's trying, and even if she doesn't say much she's listening to you rattle off about what's gotten you in a sour mood.
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cyberpunkhwx · 9 months
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Going to a haunted house with them
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❥Pairing: Ateez x gn!reader
❥Genre: fluff, crack
❥Word count:0.4k
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★Hongjoong:
Tries to be brave for you
Keyword "tries"
Ends up being more scared then you. Clinging to you for dear life.
Will cuddle you whole night to keep you (Mostly him) safe.
★Seonghwa:
Finds you cute af
Coo over you the whole time while you clinging onto him.
"Cup cakes, if you don't let me go we won't be able to finish this. The faster we go the sooner its over, okay?
Tries so hard to be serious.
Woould flinch at the jump scares, but would make sure you're okay before anything.
★Yunho:
UNBOTHERED KING
The only thing that would make him flinch is you're scream.
"WOAH WOAH, babe are you okay?"
Couldn't help but let a chuckle when he find out the reason was a masked guy who taped on your shoulder.
"Wanna go on my back? I can carry you though the rest of the way. You can hug me while we finish it faster ^~^"
Yeosang:
Doesn't looks like it but is actually really scared.
Poker face on the outside.
Sitting himself on the inside.
"You know you can trust me right y/n? I won't let anything happen to yo-WOAHHHHHH"
Please hug him afterwards and tell him he did a good job.
★San:
Will PUNCH them if they make you cry
His taekwando skills would come in use.
Kick them all in the face to save you? Yes
would try to protect you from the bad guys but ends up finding a way to run away
"CMON Y/N WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS HELL"
★Mingi:
Please be strong and tell him its okay to be scared🥺
Would yell really hard if they jump out of nowhere.
"Y/n I think I kno-YAHHHHHY"
Would accidentally scare the shit out of the actors way with his deep voice though.
"Y/n? I think they are gone?"
★Wooyoung:
Be ready for his ELMO SCREAM
Gonna clinging to you for his dear
If you thought he gonna man up and act brave….
YOURE VERY WRONG
Would bite the actors though😃
★Jongho:
Your Knight in shinning armor
Will calm walk through the house as he lets you cling to him for safety
Low-key (HIGH-key) judges the actors for not being scary at all (you didn't agree with him about this)
"Pff they aren't even trying, why are they even getting paid for this?"
"JONGHO STFU AND KEEP GOING"
"I WOULD IF YOU LET GO OF MY LEG!!!"
"I DONT WANNA DIE THIS YOUNG"
"you're lucky I love you🙄"
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Ateez masterlist
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