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ijwrff · 7 months

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Hey, I was wondering if I could request a Yandere Antisepticeye x (Possibly masc) reader where the reader is Jackies sidekick, kind of, and Anti ends up kidnapping the reader to brainwash them into loving him

We love Yandere Anti in this household. It was fun writing this! I always love getting to write yandere stories on any of my blogs XD I may have beefed up Anti's powers and capabilities but whateeeeeva. It's fanfiction for a reason.

Tw; swearing, violence, blood. Nothing crazy, just yandere-typical stuff.

Taglist: @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,797

Being Jackie’s “sidekick” was more fun than you thought it’d be. Running around and helping people with the little things here and there, mostly. A stolen purse, maybe even just calming down a verbal argument. People worried about the business, and anything like that was typical for your usual day with Jackie. Even if you weren’t officially a sidekick, it didn’t matter too much to you. You were his friend, and are able to keep him company while he’s sitting around, wondering what to do next.

When you met his brother, Anti, they couldn’t have been more different. Anti didn’t really want anything to do with you, and his attitude pissed you off. Especially when it was directed at Jackie. But time went by, and his mood never wavered, always coming off mean, mischievous and completely uncaring about those around him. You had raised your voice a good few times, and threatened him when Jackie wasn’t there if he was being a serious problem.

It only made Anti laugh, but it was far from a nice laugh. It was malicious, borderline psychotic. You hated that damn laugh…the “I’m better than you”, the “Are you stupid?” the “You’re wrong,” one. That one he was doing right now. He did it a lot, but Jackie wasn’t here yet so you weren’t afraid to call him out on it.

“Seriously, what kind of grown adult laughs like a disney villain?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to keep excessive profanities out of your mouth. He already said them enough, no need for you to curse him out. Not when you didn’t know when Jackie was getting here. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and bother me?” You sipped your drink, and looked around the cafe Jackie told you to meet him at.

“Better things to do? No, not really. Why, you got something going on?” His smirk never left his face. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that look off it…but you were helping a hero. It didn’t exactly pay much, but you doubted Jackie would want to work with you if you mangled his brother’s face. As much as you would like to right now.

“I’m waiting for Jackie.” You took another sip, then looked at your watch. He didn’t specify what time you’d be meeting, just soon. Usually he specified, but since he didn’t you figured better head here asap in case it was something urgent. “Where the fuck is he…?” You wouldn’t rush him, but you didn’t want to spend any more alone time with this annoying prick for any longer.

Speaking of which…there weren’t many people here. It was just barely getting dark, so maybe there was something else going on in town that you didn’t know about. You laughed quietly and swirled the remains of your drink at the thought of Jackie inviting you here just to show up in a parade. It wouldn’t be the first time…and probably not the last, either. That’s probably where he was, or caught up helping someone. You just hoped he wasn’t in trouble.

When you looked up to see Anti, he was already looking at you. “Creep…” Your brow twitched in irritation, and his smug look only got worse. “What? The hell are you staring at?” He didn’t even say anything, but it was maddening. “Whatever, I’ll text Jackie I’m meeting him somewhere else. Piss off already.”

“Go right ahead.” He said as you got up and grabbed your jacket to leave. He didn’t make any attempt to stop you, which was a little suspicious, but you shrugged it off. Though you didn’t get very far, when you heard Jackie’s phone ringing from behind you. He was already here?

You spun and stopped dead in your tracks. “The hell are you doing with his phone?” Approaching him quickly now, something felt off about the air. That smug look seemed…almost inhuman at this point. You looked around, and noticed not a single person there. Not even the noises of birds, crickets…anything. Something in you yelled “run” but you had to know. “Why do you have his phone?” It was weary, and only caused a loud and sinister laughter to come from your only company right now.

“Might have stolen it. Might have beat him up. Might have done…worse.” He dangled the phone before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it with his foot. “Now are you coming with me or not?” He held out a hand, seemingly wanting you to take it, but also making clear he didn’t expect you to. “Better hurry up. He’s coming.” He pointed behind you, and when you did he cackled.

Turning, you were met with the sight of Jackie. But not regular Jackie, he was crying and bleeding profusely. You went to run up to him, but Anti’s arm stopped you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Anti’s voice didn’t even sound like it had all the other times you’d seen him. Almost glitching out. Was this a dream? Or like a really messed up nightmare…after what you saw next, nightmare definitely seemed more fitting.

Jackie crawled towards you, until his body started to grow and shift. What he became was something twice your height, and vicious laughter emanated from him. It still somewhat sounded like Jackie, but the creature’s mouth wasn’t even open. The sound was all around you, and you were so focused on his body shifting, that you didn’t notice the world around you dissolving until there was nothing remaining. You, this creature resembling Jackie, and Anti who still held your arm in a vice grip.

“Time to choose~!” Anti practically sang as the creature crawled closer and closer to you. “Stick with him, and lose your life to someone you loved, or…” He spun you around, and even he looked warped, with glitches forming all around him. “Stick with me, and stay alive. I can love you better than he ever could.” He pulled you towards him by the back of your neck.

All around you, voices and images of people chanting started at a whisper and got louder as they progressed. “CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE!” They screamed. It only made the decision harder, and if you had stopped and thinked about it at the moment you might have chosen differently. You tried to look at Jackie, or what he became, and had to close your eyes. It was too difficult to look at.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock.” Anti waved a finger in front of him to get your attention. “As if anyone could even comprehend protecting you to the capacities I can. Make the right choice, I know you will.” His eyes left yours to stare behind you. He grinned, and tilted his head to look at you better as the creature reached you.

It grabbed your leg, causing you to scream and try and kick it away. But it was no use, the thing was huge and its one hand could easily grab the entirety of your waist. If it put any more pressure on where it grabbed, the bones would break. The voices only grew and grew, until you could swear your ears began to bleed. It was the least of your concerns, and all you could do before it broke you, was scream:

“YOU! ANTI!” You weren’t sure if it was admitting defeat, or a plea for help. Either way, Anti effortlessly sliced the creature's arm off, and it disappeared altogether. You scrambled back, and all but fell into Anti’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Your heart was thumping against your chest and you closed your eyes, not wanting to believe any of it was happening.

When you opened them you were back in the cafe. Anti was sitting across from you and looking confident as ever. His hands were folded under his head as he leaned forward to be closer to you. Everything in you said it was real, but there was no proof. It was as if the whole thing never happened. You looked around, frantically, but there were so many others in the area. There was no way it was real…right?

As soon as you thought about it, they were gone once more. Your eyes widened and you were standing up from a chair that was no longer there. Knowing that the creature could come back, you rushed to Anti’s side. If he protected you before, he surely would this time, right? “Where are we?” Was all you could get out.

“Just somewhere. And nowhere.” He shrugged, and said “You’re right. I will protect you.” He grinned and you backed away from him. Could he read your thoughts? That was impossible though…this whole thing was completely impossible. You wanted to wake up, and right now.

He sighed, and turned to face you fully. He looked even more warped than before. A gaping wound on his neck, eyes glowing green, and a smile full of teeth that could tear you to pieces with no effort at all. “It’s alright…I wouldn’t hurt you. But those people? Out there? They would.” He pointed and an image like a projector screen played of people walking around in the city. Fights, weapons, anything. The stuff you wouldn’t even let Jackie break up.

“But you chose me over him. You know what that means?” He walked closer and you felt like backing away, but something behind you was preventing it. His voice, his hair, his fangs, his eyes. You didn’t want to see any of it. Not even that tattered tank top he always wore. “It means…” When he reached you, he wrapped one hand around your throat. You felt the sharp points of his nails, and sucked in air.

“You’re mine, now. I’ll keep you here as long as I have to, so you can see it too. That you love me, that you never loved him, any of it. Before you know it, you won’t even remember anything other than me. I’ll be sure of that.” He leaned in and his breath hovered over your mouth, “No matter what I have to do. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll be here. With me, for me, and only me. Your life before now will mean nothing.”

Whatever he was…you were terrified. He could break you, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do it either. All you knew now was how much you wished you never went to the cafe that day. He tricked you. Betrayed you, and Jackie might never know. Put on display for someone you weren’t even sure was human. Until the day you could be free…you were stuck here. Freedom will come in one way or another…

Even if you have to die to reach it.

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye

@cryptid-candy: Oh hell ye! I request of you, oh might bard, Part two to the anti x reader x dark. Perhaps some more possessiveness and marking? Perhaps reader decides to get possessive back and it throws the boys off guard oWo

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oohhh, this was fun ;3 Hope everybody enjoys!

Honestly, you should have expected it. Going to a costume party with the both of them, both looking good and with their mostly undisguised looks, they would get flirted with.

It makes a green demon fester and grow within you, and not the kind you want.

You know it’s stupid being jealous, but still.

They look good, and you want it to yourself. Not that they’re dressed in anything unusual.

Dark has chosen the dark suit with the popped collar that he knows you love, letting his eyes be black all the time.

Anti’s pants and shirt are tight, and you’re sure that he has done that on purpose to tease you.

Neither of them have had to use much power to look more human, since it’s a costume party. Honestly just an excuse for your friends, and friends of your friends, to dress up and get drunk.

But that also means that neither Dark or Anti needs to disguise themself much (other than Dark silencing his ringing and them both stopping their glitching), and they look extra good.

Which you are used to keeping to yourself, but now everyone can see it.

Black eyes, wound, and all.

You’re only wearing a very standard stereotypical vampire costume, black cape, white billowing shirt, and fake pointy fangs, and though you have gotten some attention and compliments, it’s nowhere near what they’re getting.

They keep getting compliments on their ‘demon’ costumes, a few people laying it on a little too thick. Your close friends know to stay clear, but other people don’t. Dark and Anti don’t seem to care much about it; but you do.

It’s not that you aren’t used to see them flirted with, but it gets annoying after some time and the amount is frankly ridiculous, and even you have your limits.

When get back from getting yourself a new drink, and spot a man dressed as a shirtless, vest-wearing cowboy putting his hands on Dark and Anti’s arms, you’ve had enough.

Moments later you appear behind Anti and Dark, moving them so you can push yourself in between them, effectively moving the man’s hands away. You plant a kiss on Dark’s cheek as one of Anti’s arms comes around your waist.

“Ah, here you guys are, I go to get a drink, and I almost thought you left without me.”

“You don’t get rid of us that easily.” Anti jokes, and you roll your eyes, focusing on the man, pretending it’s the first time, and that you haven’t been staring daggers at him as you moved across the room.

“And hey, who are you?” You put on a clearly forced smile, but the cowboy doesn’t seem to mind to much, giving you a grin in return.

“Adam, howdy.” He tilts his hat at you, and in another time and place you could have found it charming.

Not now however.

Not that Adam seems to pick up on what you want, as he smiles at the three of you, eyes clearly checking out all of you.

“Cute costume, but I gotta say your friends here have gone all out. That grey paint has gotta be a pain to get off. You’re gonna need some vigorous scrubbing, and maybe even help to get that off at the end of the night, right? And that wound makeup can’t be easy to get off either.” Dark raises an unimpressed eyebrow as Anti snorts, and you roll you your eyes as the very not hidden intent and meaning behind those words.

“My boyfriends you mean. And they’re good.” You scoff at Adam.

“Clearly.” Adam gives Dark an unashamed once-over, and you so want to punch the dude. “Good luck dudes.” Adam pats Dark’s and Anti’s shoulders, then grins at you before turning around and walking off, gone in the crowd in seconds.

Good riddance.

“I have half a mind to just hiss at him.”

“Darling-”

“That’s hot.” Anti grins as both you and Dark shoot him a look. You huff.

“Now my de-” Whatever Dark was about to say is stopped as you yank Dark by his hair into a kiss. He makes a noise of surprise which he quickly suppresses as he kisses back. Anti chuckles next to you, his grip shifting so he can squeeze at your hip.

“Not that I mind the show, but what was that for?” You break your kiss with Dark.

“You’re mine.”

“Ohh, we’re gonna have fun tonight aren’t we?” Anti grins, you just roll your eyes as you turn around and take a hold of the back of his neck.

“Shut it.” Anti’s eyebrows raise, but he lets you pull him into a kiss. You have half a mind to push him towards the nearest wall, but are stopped as you feel Dark’s fingers on the back of your neck, and his breath in your ear.

“Darling, people are staring.” Breaking the kiss with Anti, you do realize that people are indeed looking, but they’re quick to look away as you look around you.

“Good.”

“Hoho, someones in a mood.” Anti remarks, and you roll your eyes at him again.

“Whatever, lets go.”

“What, why?” Anti tries to question as you take their hands in yours and start dragging them towards the door.

“Because as much as it might be needed for some people to understand, I’m not about to give them a full show.” Dark and Anti exchange a glance as you drag them towards the front door.

Taking a deep breath when you get outside, you all move to a sufficiently dark spot out of sight from the party.

“Dark, take us home.” He puts his arms around you, and you turn around to pull Anti against your front, which makes him grin.

For longer distances you prefer Dark’s teleporting, as Anti’s sometimes causes static electricity in or on your body, and you prefer not to accidentally zap anyone. And while you would like for them to feel you tonight, that is not the way you want to go about it.

In seconds you find yourself standing in your living room, Dark against your back, Anti against your front.

You shake yourself, not quite used to the teleporting still, and then pull Anti into another kiss.

You start to walk backwards, forcing Dark to move with you as you drag Anti with you.

Sensing where you want this to go, Dark leads your steps with his hands on your hips, pulling and pushing every so slightly to get you to change your direction to avoid bumping into furniture or the wall.

Anti follows very willingly and somehow you manage to not break the kiss as you walk, only stopping when Dark kisses the side of you neck and whispers into your ear.

“We have arrived.” Breaking the kiss, you push yourself away from the two of them, unclasping your stupid vampire cape. You look as both of them just stand there and watch you get costume off.

“Strip.” Dark raises a brow as Anti laughs and glitches. He elbows Dark and grins at him.

“Seems like we’re in for it tonight.” Dark frowns, but shrugs his jacket of none the less, as Anti takes of his t-shirt.

Having started before them, you’re the first one to get fully naked, Anti not far behind since he hasn’t got a very complicated outfit. Not that Dark’s is very complicated, but when he folds his clothes up neatly as he undresses, it takes longer for him to get everything off.

Which you have very little patience for, so when he’s just in his shirt, and start to carefully unbutton the few buttons left, you take the two steps you have to go to get close to him, and rip the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. You hear them clatter as you wrench the shirt of Dark and let if fall to the floor.

“Darling, that was hardly necessary. It was a good shirt.” One of Dark’s hands comes to rest on your jaw.

“I know how to sew.” You push at him so he falls backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly at the force of the push.

You follow him onto the bed as he moves upwards so his back rests against the headboard, and you climb onto his lap. You wind your hands into his hair, and kiss him hard.

Dark grunts, quick to return the kiss, growling as you tug on his hair, his hands moving to your rib cage.

The bed dips behind you, hands appears on your hips as teeth start to dance along the side of your neck.

Anti’s touch causes sparks of arousal to curse trough you, so you grind your hips down on Dark, where his own grows to meet you. Anti’s dick rubs against your ass as he keeps nipping at your skin, leaving bites and bruises in his wake.

“Feisty.” Anti comments against your skin, and you break your kiss with Dark to turn to him.

“You don’t know half of it. Lube.” Dark’s mouth, now unoccupied, goes to dance along your collar bone.

“And commandin’.”

“You’re welcome to leave.” Anti raises his hands up, grinning as he does so.

“Alright, alright, your wish is my command.” Lube appears in one of his hands from seemingly thin air.

Trusting that he will hardly need instructions, you turn your attention back to Dark. His head as moved down lower than before, kissing and licking along your chest, and though his mouth feels good there, you want it back on your own instead.

With a hand on his jaw, you move his attention back up, and kiss him just as one of Anti’s now lubed fingers enter you from behind.

You moan into Dark’s mouth and grind down on Anti’s fingers, and by extension Dark’s lap, and you feel Dark’s hands on your ribs squeeze.

As good as that feel, bruised ribs is not what you want, so you move one of his hands to your hair, the other to one of your hips, since Anti is only holding one now with his other one working in and out of you.

You feel Dark’s tongue against your lips, and you open up for him, your tongue coming out to meet his.

Dark’s hand in your hair tugs, and you moan into his mouth once more.

Not to be outdone in the fight for you attention, Anti adds another finger to your hole, and fuck, that feels fucking good.

You settle into a rhythm of grinding down on Anti’s fingers and Dark’s lap, Anti occasionally making a hickey or bite mark on your shoulders.

It feels so good, pleasure singing down your spine as the room is filled by chocked of moans and groans, mostly from you.

You’re getting warmer every second, chasing that high, but you don’t want to come just yet.

And you can hear Anti’s breathing getting heavier, and you can only imagine how his hard dick must feel, as like this it’s not making any direct contact with you, even as his fingers pump in an out of you.

It feels good, but you want more.

So, you stop kissing Dark so you can turn around and look at Anti, making him stop in his tracks, fingers stilling inside of you with the fiery look you send him.

“Fuck me.”

“Now that’s a command I’m goin’ to follow.” His fingers leave you, and is replaced with his cock. You moan, letting your head fall back on Anti’s shoulders as he presses close inside of you.

Seizing the opportunity, Dark starts to kiss along your neck, sucking a particularly size-able hickey on one side, just right next to one Anti made earlier.

Fuck, the sting of that feels so good that you can’t help but grind down, right down on Dark’s lap, and down onto Anti’s cock.

They both moan, and you grin at the ceiling.

Just like it should be.

You’re the one making them moan, and they are making you moan too.

Not one for being slow, Anti sets his own pace, his hips pumping in and out of you rapid pace.

With every trust he moves you against Dark, stoking your arousal and making Dark twitch against your front.

He’s not inside any part of you, but it must feel good, as he growls against your neck, and then starts to move against you, pushing up as Anti pulls back, and moving his hips down as Anti pushes into you.

And fuck, does this feel good.

But still, some part is missing, so you twist your head co catch Anti’s lips with your own.

The kisses are breathy and the angle of it is going to give you a chink in your neck, but you don’t care as you kiss Anti, catching his breathy moans with your mouth.

Not to be outdone, Dark moves down your chest, pushing you slightly backwards towards Anti so he can get his mouth on your nipples.

Dark’s tongue at your nipple his warm and wet, and your hand in his hair urges him to keep moving, while your other goes to Anti’s hip to do the same.

Anti breaks the kiss to nip at your ear, and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

“Look at you, being so good for us.” You gasp at a particularity harsh trust from him, and though normally his words were more than welcome and true, something about that irks you now.

God damn it, this isn’t quite right.

You were supposed to be the possessive one this time.

Because you always are.

You just don’t have the reason to show it off most time.

Something needs to change about this situation, even though Dark’s tongue against your chest, Anti’s dick going in and out of you, and both of their hands on you are making you feel so good.

Lifting yourself up, and stopping them both with your hands on them, you let Anti’s cock fall out of you, and Dark’s mouth dislodge from your chest.

“Wha- whoa!” Anti tries to question you, but you twist around and push him on his back instead, quickly moving to straddle him.

“My turn.” You line up his cock and sink down on him. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and then, lifting your hips up almost all the way, you slam back down on him. Anti groans, his hands flying to your hips as you set a fast pace.

“Fuckin, fuck!” Dark chuckles behind you, but you pay him no mind as you drag your nails down Anti’s chest, making him hiss.

“Such crude words.”

“Fuck off, like you don’t swear. Fuck.” You clench purposefully around him on the next down-stroke, grinning as Anti throws his head back. “And you’re not the one who has their partner riding their dick like a god damn stallion.” He gasps out as Dark hums, and you lean forward to bite along Anti’s neck, careful around his wound, only slowing down slightly with the new angle.

“Perhaps not, but I must say I’m quite enjoying the show.” You can hear the grin is his voice, and the unmistakable sound of Dark jerking off.

You don’t doubt the view is nice back there.

Your ass spread out, Anti’s dick going in and out of you as you bounce on him and press him into the mattress.

Anti swears, moans, and groans with each new hickey on his skin. After a little time he gets his senses back enough to push back up into you, working with you at the rhythm you have set.

You don’t know how long you can keep up this rhythm, but by the way Anti’s thighs starts to shake, and how he chants your name over and over again, and how his grip on your hips tightens, you won’t need to do it for long.

And it’s just seconds later that he comes, stilling as he fills you up with cum. You gasp at the sensation, and then give a particularly hard bite on the side of his neck, making Anti choke on thin air.

You lean back up, admiring your handiwork beneath you. Anti’s green tinged skin is littered with hickeys and bite-marks, and though you know they won’t last as long as you would like them too, they will stay long enough for your jealousy and possessiveness to be stoked somewhat.

Getting off him, your turn around, being met by the lovely sight of Dark with his hand on his cock, jerking himself off at a much slower pace than what you just did. He lets go of his cock, opening himself in a clear invitation.

You shuffle over, Anti’s cum still leaking out of you as you sink down on Dark’s cock with a moan.

Your pace is not as fast this time, but still far from slow as you move your hips up and down. Dark’s hands settle on your hips, moving with you. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and though you try to kiss his neck, Dark catches you into a kiss instead.

You almost frown into the kiss, but then get an idea as Anti appears behind you, his hands settling just above Dark’s.

“You might be content on watchin, but I’m not.” With that statement, Anti’s hand slides down your front, and fuck, his hands feels good there.

He plays with you, stoking your arousal even more, making you clench around Dark’s cock, which in turn makes him moan into your moan.

At a particularity skillful move with his hand, you bite down hard on Dark’s lip without meaning to, and he stops your hips, breaking the kiss so he can lean back, touching his lips where you can already see some blood starting to gather.

“Fuck, sorry.” Dark rubs his fingers with the blood in-between them against each other. Grasping the distraction to execute your idea from earlier, you move your hand to yank at Anti’s hair, giving him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Hair.” You let him go, making eye contact with him before looking at Dark, who is watching you both.

Almost as quick as lighting, one of Anti’s hand finds its way to Dark’s hair, and yanks his head back with some force, making him look up at the ceiling. Dark moans loudly, and you grin.

“Rude.” He remarks, only making the weakest of attempts to get Anti’s hand out of his hair.

“The tattle tale is at it again.” Dark huffs at Anti’s words, but that is broken up by a groan as Anti yanks at his hair.

“It’s only fair Dark, I told you one secret of his, and now he knows one of yours.” The sigh that gets out of Dark is mostly put on, and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Grinning, knowing you got him where you want him, you slowly start to move your hips again, and lean forward to kiss along his shoulders and neck.

“Darling, what are yo- Ah!” You bite down on the side of his neck, and let him feel your grin against your skin before lapping at it with your tongue, and then speaking.

“There is not enough marks on you.” Dark moans as Anti laughs, and you continue to let your mouth wander over Dark’s front, and your hips speeds up as you do so.

Anti’s unoccupied hand pushes your hips down and up with your set rhythm, and Dark’s hands on your hips flex and grip hard, surely making bruises there for you to see in the morning.

The moans and groans that Dark makes as Anti keeps his hand in Dark’s hair and every so often is frankly obscene, and it gives you another idea.

Slowing down your hips, one of your hands joins Anti’s in Dark’s hair, tugging so Dark and Anti moves Dark’s head into a slight tilt. You kiss at a spot at the edge of Dark’s jaw and just underneath his ear, and then start making a hickey just at that spot.

That seems to be what does Dark in, as just seconds later he cums, filling you up as you still around him, his orgasm pushing you over to your own.

Your thighs shake as you draw in sharp breaths, Dark doing the same, the only somewhat calm breath in the room being Anti’s.

“That was fuckin’ hot.” You laugh somewhat shakily as you get off Dark, and Dark glares at Anti. Well, as good as a glare as he can with Anti’s hand still in his hair.

As Anti lets go of Dark’s hair, you let yourself fall down on the bed next to Dark, throwing an arm over your eyes.

A hand dances along your thigh and you hum, which quickly turns into a moan as two fingers is showed inside you. Moving your arm, you’re met with Dark’s eyes on you.

“It’s only fair.” His tone is teasing, and your breath hitches as his fingers stroke against your still sensitive insides.

“And you say I’m crude.” Dark hums, but pulls his fingers back out of you at Anti’s words.

“They like it.” He takes a long lick of his cum covered fingers, both his and Anti’s cum mixed inside of you and on his fingers.

And then for some reason he offers those fingers to Anti, who for some reason, actually takes what is offered, and gets them fully into his mouth, sucking loudly, even adding some tongue which he swirls around Dark’s fingers.

Dark looks at Anti as he lets go of his fingers and leans back, licking his lips.

“Seems like someone got an oral fixation.” Dark observers, wiping his fingers on his thigh as Anti grins.

“You both do.” That makes them both look at you, taking you in where you’re still laying on the mattress, your arousal already building up again. “Fuck, all three of us do.” Anti grins, moving to curl up into your side, his head on your chest.

“Someone bein’ a tattle tale on themselves now?” Dark mirrors him on your other side, hand coming to rest just above your navel.

“Fuck yes.” Dark huffs out something close to a laugh, and Anti glitches next to you as he giggles in a way you know only means trouble; the delicious kind of trouble you are more than happy to get into.

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timbertumbr · 1 year

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Board Pranks (Anti X Reader)

Day 18, "Ouija board gone wrong" and "their husband." Honestly, this is gonna be a shit post.

It was a rather dull night so you decided to spice it up with some spoopy ouija board. You set up the board before turning off the lights and setting up those fake candles around the room before sitting in front of the board, hands gently on the planchet.

“Is anyone here?” You called out into the dark. Silence fell over the room for a few moments before the planchet move to the word yes.

“Oh cool. Wanna hang?” Another beat of silence before it moved to yes again.

“So, how have you been?” The planchet shot across the board to spell.

“Dead,” You snort.

“Okay, besides being dead?”

“Bored,”

“Same, hey you know what would be fun? If you revealed yourself and we had a rave party,” silence before the planchet moved once more.

“Say it,”

“Okay? I invite you, spirit into my home,” A giggle echoed through the room.

“You made a huge mistake, smiley face,” . . .

“Did you seriously spell an emoji?” Your question was unanswered as the board was flipped and something was knocking off your fake candles. Suddenly, your laptop came to life showing static before showing a grey image of a well. Slowly something crawled out of the well and towards the screen before Anti had his face pressed up against the screen with a bloody hand…

“That’s copyright infringement,” You said pointing at him, he froze for a bit before sulking.

“BoO, yOuR’e No FuN,” He whined, crawling through the screen and landing with a thud.

“Yeah yeah, and make sure to clean up whatever’s on your hand,”

“BlOoD,” You gently grab his wrist and sniff his hand.

“Ketchup, I’ll go grab some snacks and we can get this Rave started,”

“FuCk YeAh!” And thus you and your husband raved the night away.

#x reader #egos x reader #septic egos #egos #ego #jacksepticegos #anti septiceye x reader #anti septiceye #antisepticeye x reader #anti #antisepticeye #anti x reader

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the-wild-ego · 1 year

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Insecure HCs - Part One

Requested: Yes. @musingsofmessa asks Hi again, @the-wild-ego 🙂 May I request another Anti x Reader? I was wondering what Anti would tell his darling for her to feel better about her body image? I have a lot of stretch marks and a big chest, so it kinda makes me self-conscious. So, what do you think he'd say to help his darling feel better about herself? I apologize if I'm bombarding you with these. 😅 Anti's just my favorite boi.

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye//Reader, Chase/Reader, Henrik/Reader, Angeliceye/Reader

Pronouns: None

Warnings: Insecure!reader, stretchmarks, thicker bodies, mental health, etc.

A/N: I don’t mind a bombardment of requests, I just feel bad that it’s taken me so long to write about it... I hope it's okay that I turned them into HCs... If you would like me to add more for this fandom, let me know… Enjoy!

Antisepticeye:

If he noticed you were feeling down, he’d crack jokes first.

“Come on, babe, you know I love your hungolomghnonoloughongous.”

If you weren’t smiling and laughing by the end of his stupidity, he would place both hands on your shoulders and look at you with the sincerest look that he can muster.

"Babe, did I cause this?"

He would always blame himself first, believing he wasn't giving you the attention that you deserved, or that he was away for too long.

"No, no, it's not that... it's just..." you would say, not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. It's just what you believed sometimes. Especially when new stretchmarks would appear.

As you trailed off, he would pull you into a hug, running his hands gently along your back. You wouldn't need to say anything else.

He would start by tugging off your shirt, kissing your stomach and shoulders as we went. Departing for a moment, to grabbing a shirt of his for you to wear.

"Here, for you." he would say, sliding the shirt over your head. He would kiss parts of your face as they appeared. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Lips. Chin.

He'd help you slide out of your pants and gently lead you to the bed.

He lays down first, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you there. Maybe playing with your hair or running his fingers over the stretchmarks that were visible to him. Anything to relax you.

His love isn't spoken, but he'll show you how much he cares for you through other means.

Chase:

Chase would start with kissing you the second you started talking bad about yourself.

"I just don't feel like I'm good eno-" Kiss.

"I'm too bi-" Kiss.

"My face looks fun-" Kiss.

You would frown at him, and he'd cup your face, pressing his thumbs against your downturned lips.

"What do you mean? You are my oceans, my lakes, my rivers, you are a long refreshing drink after 1 million years in a dry ass desert. You are the Sun that dries away my tears, the smell of flowers after it rains, the-" and then you'd smile and he'd smile back, eyes alight with mischief.

"What?" you'd ask in that oh-so-innocent voice that he loved so, so much.

He'd move his hands down to your waist before lifting you with the upmost ease. He loved how you squeaked and held onto him for dear life.

He would walk you to the bedroom, gently laying you down in the sheets. Then, he would unceremoniously drop down next to you, pulling you into him and pulling the blankets overtop both of your heads.

There he would hold, kiss, and just love you until you felt better. Reminding you between kisses and soft touches that you are enough, if not better for him.

Henrik:

Henrik has to work. A lot. So often times you are having to battle your insecurities on your own.

But after those hard days alone, Henrik can see it on your face, just how upset that you are.

Henrik won't say much, mainly because he understands those insecurities. He understands that you can't always fight them off and tell yourself that it'll be okay.

He'll leave you on the couch for just a moment, placing all of his belongings back into their respected positions.

Then he'll turn back to you, holding out his arms until you crawl into them, hiding away in the safety of your lover.

"I know, my dear." he'd whisper softly, squeezing you just enough to get his point across. He'd hold you there, swaying with you gently until you broke down.

Whether it be to cry or to shakily tell him how you feel. He'd sit with you, listen to your woes, and troubles. He would offer advice where you wanted it and listen where you needed.

Then, he would stand and make you a cup of something hot; tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you preferred to drink for comfort.

And he always somehow managed to make it just right, as if you had made the cup of steaming liquid yourself.

Angeliceye:

Angel would want to shield you from anything that hurt you. Mentally, physically, etc. anything that he could do, he would.

If you were feeling especially sad, he would wrap you into his arms and cry with you. His wings taking on a mind of their own and wrapping the both of you up into the safety of their feathers.

The soft brushing of feathers against your back usually helped to calm you down.

"I-I just don't feel like I deserve... this." You'd whisper, and Angel would pull back, confused. You didn't feel like you deserved a hug?

"No... Not that, just everything. Everything that I've been given. Everything that you've done for me..."

He would frown then, the expression foreign on his face. Twisting his beautiful features into something that looked... wrong. A frown didn't belong on his face.

"You deserve all that and more... You are the light of my life, Y/N."

You smile shakily and begin to pull away, but he holds you firm, pulling you back in.

When those tears began to form again, he would wipe them away diligently.

"Please do not cry, my love... Talk to me." he would whisper. Spending the night listening to you. Letting you relieve all the stress that you felt from the day.

And he would hold you until you felt good enough to truly pull away, but no sooner than that.

You were made for each other, he would say.

His words of affirmation were something that always left you feeling warm and fuzzy. And he constantly reminded you that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

#antisepticeye x reader #chase brody x reader #angeliceye x reader #anti x reader #chase x reader #angel x reader

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imperiuswrecked · 1 year

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Scrolling past the Namor x white!reader drama.

They really can't stand it when people call them out for their blatantly racist depictions of a sexually aggressive MoC x white!reader smut. Not just for Namor but for fandom in general. It always happens when it comes to brown/black characters.

Seeing people argue in comments "we can't write poc!reader or that's appropriating" ok so don't? Maybe let fans of color have their say, maybe let fans of color set the terms instead of ignoring or speaking over them so you can get your kink itch scratched? Maybe stop making it all about white fans for once?

I will never write or read x reader fics but the way people treat Namor is terrible.

#namor #my ramblings #anti x reader #mcu namor

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todtart · 2 years

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loving parasite (anti x reader)

Description: Anti is a demon that feeds off your fear... sometimes he feels a little bad about it. But most of the time he’s just an asshole. Fluffy ending.

Notes: i feel like i say 'this is an odd one' for all my fics but here it is again. this is an odd one folks. gender neutral as usual :) WC: 1.6k

There is no choice in what someone requires in order to live. Fish eat fish, and the animals of the forest feast on each other, whether it is mindless or noble is really only up to the opinions of the viewer. The animals don't get to have an opinion.

Humans, as the rare exception, do have a little choice due to a society of plenty. Sure they can't eat sunlight––they cannot eat dirt and hope to divine some sort of energy that fuels their bodies. But they can, however, choose if they want to eat meat, vegetables, or different types of grain. They can choose if they want to have eggs in the morning, or toast, or salad. It's a wonderful life to live with choice.

Anti was not human. Undisguised, it was rather easy to tell he wasn't human. His skin a little too green, his eyes bloodshot, and his neck leaking a steady, slow drip of blood all gave it away. The glitching of his voice, the impermanence of his body––you knew he wasn't human.

He had no choice on what he fed on.

When someone doesn't have a choice, they are still given options on how they react to this prison. You can lean into it or you can fear yourself; you can accept what you need to live, or live in fear of your surroundings, always feeling shameful for something you can't control.

Anti, being Anti, leaned into his dependence on others' fear. And you let him. You didn't mind. Being constantly anxious was a crushing weight on your chest and muscles, but you were going to be anxious anyway, so if your anxiety could be put to some sort of use you figured it was best to do as Anti was: lean into the situation.

He followed you around like flies around flesh, eating the salt of your sweat just as they did. Each of your interactions, no matter how innocent or easygoing, drew dread like breath from your lungs. You stumbled, laughed nervously, stammered, and couldn't move fast enough. You couldn't think of good conversation starters or even normal responses. All that time, Anti stood at your side, looking more or less like a human. He still had too many teeth, and he didn't have a shadow, but he looked mostly human. That was a requirement for when he wanted to follow you around.

You let him do this, let every one of your anxieties be the subject of a voyeur, because you still knew part of him was good. At a cafe, he'd sit with you after you ordered your coffee, his attention at last returning to the people around him as his eyes darted about.

"You come here on purpose?" Anti asked, leant back in his chair, his arm resting on the back of it and his legs spread wide.

"It's not usually this crowded," you mumbled, trying not to clutch your cup too hard as you hunched over the tiny table.

He raised a brow and sipped at his coffee. It was too hot for you, but not for him.

"Oh, ye didn't come here jus' for me?" A wicked grin formed behind his cup.

You chuckled softly.

"I'd just go to a nightclub for that."

"Aww. You're so nice to me."

"I'm nice to everyone, dear."

He knew that, of course, but he liked to believe he was special.

Across from him, you yawned, and annoyance ticked at his brow.

"Why're ye always so tired? Ye drink enough coffee not t' be."

"I didn't sleep well last night," you said, "and being around people zaps my energy away."

"Yer around me all the time," he pointed out.

You laughed and shook your head.

"First of all, you're not a 'people', and second of all, you do make me tired. You're not exempt from my exhaustion."

"If you don't want me around, you can just say so." A sneer twitched at the edges of his lips, petulant as a child is to a mother.

"Anti..." you pushed out a weary sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Calm down."

He did, but only in a way that proved he was still annoyed with you. He set his coffee down and crossed his arms, pouting as he leant back in his chair and refused to make eye contact.

The situation, of course, gave you a fair deal of anxiety, and by now you knew he was doing it on purpose. It was sweeter when he was the one making you sweat. At least that's what he said.

Sometimes you questioned why you let a demon follow you around. Apparently, today was one of those days.

By the time you were home, it was 3 in the afternoon, and you were already hoping to sleep the rest of the night. The only things standing in your way were nightmares. If social anxiety wasn't enough of a plague to follow you around in the day, nightmares woke you from dead rest, pleas and shouts already leaving your lips. These two things working in tandem made you a buffet for Anti, and he often spent several hours of the night curled at your side. Whether he was just watching you suffer or causing your suffering, he was there, and had the kindness to bring you down from panic attacks in the middle of the night.

Today though, you were tired. Not the kind that can be solved with sleep––the kind of exhaustion that shows up as thirst and heat in the day, that makes you fall asleep in the car, that makes you want to pass out on the side of the road if only it'll go away.

For the next nine hours you flitted between watching television, working on your latest project, eating, and cleaning. At the end of it all you were left collapsed on your couch, your cheek squished into the cushions as you stared at the TV. Anti, who had left for several hours, returned at this time.

"Yer still not asleep?" He asked, and though his brow was creased and his voice was rough, you could tell from the way he knelt in front of you that he wasn't angry.

Some part of you wanted to cry from even the slightest hint that you didn't disappoint him.

"I haven't gotten to it," you said, your voice muffled through the blankets.

"I thought you said you were tired today."

You opened your mouth to speak, but a yawn came out instead.

"I am –" you began, only to be cut off by your own yelp as Anti rolled you into a burrito in your blankets.

"God," he grunted as he hoisted you into his arms, "do I have t' do everythin' myself?"

"I was getting to it!"

"Don't lie to me, doll. You were festerin' there. Yer glad I had the good graces to pick you up, right?"

It wasn't a question, and it shouldn't have sounded sweet, but you had little control on when you blushed. Your embarrassment only worsened––as it always did––when you remembered Anti could sense this flux of emotions.

You let out another yelp as he faked dropping you, only to catch you again with a sharp laugh.

"Good doggies don't keep their masters waitin' for an answer, do they?" He asked, and as you looked up, you found his eyes swarming with black.

"N – no," you stammered out.

"So?" He grinned. "Am I right?"

"... yes," you grumbled, your gaze darting away.

"And?"

He jostled you in his arms again.

"Thank you."

"Aww. Good puppy."

When he kicked open the door to your bedroom you nearly jumped, but the blanket you were nestled in kept you firmly in place for when he set you down on the mattress. You wiggled back and forth as he kicked off his shoes, eventually freeing yourself from the blanket and settling beneath your comforter, where he joined you in the dark.

"Go to sleep," he said softly, reaching out to grab your body and pull you flush to his. "I don't eat exhaustion."

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Don't apologize. I hate that shit."

You wanted to apologize again, but decided against it, and instead tried to relax in his hold.

Ten minutes later you were still awake.

Twenty minutes.

Fourty minutes.

Fourty-five.

"Are you still not sleeping?" He asked, his muffled breath hot on the back of your neck.

"Not really."

He sighed deeply and shifted his arms around you.

"Why not?"

"I'm... scared," you mumbled reluctantly, curling in on yourself.

"I can taste that, why the fuck are ye scared?"

It was his question, one you wanted and one you never wanted to answer, that broke your shell.

"I'm so tired of nightmares, Anti," you finally said, your voice cracking in the still air. You thanked the dark––and your position––for Anti not being able to see your expression.

He took in your words before his hands withdrew, resting instead on your hips so he could manually turn you to face him. Every now and then he showcased an incredible amount of strength even in close, awkward positions. A strength that always left you blushing.

"I'll jump into your dreams tonight," he whispered, taking your hand and pressing it to his cold cheek, "and I'll fight off any bad dreams that dare look at ye."

"R – really?"

He'd teased you before, but not like this.

"Yeah," he murmured, and kissed the palm of your hand. "But you gotta watch a horror movie wit me tomorrow."

You chuckled, a warm grin breaking the stiffness of your pallid expression.

"Of course," you said softly. "I'd like that."

A warm sensation so unlike your anxiousness filled your chest, nearly boiling over when he tucked you beneath his chin, keeping you close to his chest.

You fell asleep and dreamt of a giant cat wandering around a town you swore looked like a town from a level of Hitman 2.

#anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye #jse egos

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riotlain · 2 years

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Egos with a s/o with bad luck

bc in saiki k theres a character with god awful bad luck and its silly to me

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Wilford

You barely managed to dodge his gun multiple times

Near death is normal for you

At first Wilford thought you were clumsy

Then you told Wilford about your god awful luck

He didnt believe you at first

Then when you guys were cooking 4 plates fell on you

Dr. Iplier wasnt a fan of you coming over so often

Wilfords luck is average but it doesn’t average out yours

Date nights are usually inside

Last time you went out you got hit by a hearse

Captain Magnum

You 2 met when you were literally drowning

You bowed your head telling him about your constant misfortune

Captain has seen many things

Bad luck? It’ll be fine!

First day on the ship a storm hit

Then the map to the treasure got lost

Captain was very concerned

Captains usual good luck was evened out by your atrocious bad luck

Now its a 50/50 chance of finding anything good

Host

Host knows about your bad luck

At your first meeting he ended up spilling coffee all over you

He tries to use his powers to counter your bad luck at times

Doesnt always work

“Sorry I’m late Host! I got struck by lightning.”

Hes good at patching you up whenever you get hurt

You guys have simple dates

Sitting in the library together and reader

Just hope a bookshelf doesnt fall on you-

Septiceye Egos

Anti

He definitely didn’t believe you at first

And then when he saw it in action he was concerned

But when he saw that you laughed he laughed too

It became sort of a game

How many near deaths can happen in a day

Record is 13

Shneeple

He met you bc of an accident

That accident was that you got struck by lightning

He loves you so much

But boy you give him a heart attack at times

Always there to patch you up

Dates are casual ones where you guys cuddle on the couch and watch movies

You arent allowed in the hospital he works at lol

unless its an emergency

Marvin

Marvin doesnt really want you around his potions

Last time you were around them you had 3 different potions fall on you

The result was you being a tiny cat for a day

He then decided to make a potion of luck for you

Made your luck average

As in youd have something horrible happen and then a good thing happen

The usual i guess

Battle Egos

Phantom

You were at Phantoms bar after a rough day

And at the bar the seat under you broke

And then you had multiple drinks spilt on you

He decided to walk you home. He felt kinda bad-

Now that yall datin he tries to make it so you dont end up near dying everyday

Maybe putting a soul with usually good luck in a charm

It kinda works

And its fairly pretty :]

Natemare

Natemare laughed when he heard of this bad luck of yours

He thrives off bad vibes and fear what can he say

Then he saw you literally literally get electrocuted

He was shocked (lol) to see you just laugh and apologize

He literally steals one of Phantom's souls

He needs some goodluck for you man

Bones

Bones also has bad luck...

So it cancels out kinda

That or its 2x as bad now

Like literally it could be a sunny ass day

And then it just starts storming like crazy

Unlike him tho, you just laugh it all off

I think Bones has anger issues of sorts

So seeing you all fine with looking like a soggy cat has him confused as shit

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thecosmosstuff · 2 years

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Anti HC's

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Tws: None

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-Anti is literally such an attention whore. He will do ANYTHING for attention, and if he doesnt get it, he acts out sort of like a toddler would

-Anti refuses to tell his S/O that he WANTS physical affection and will instead make up stupid reasons to why they should cuddle/hug, so instead of asking to cuddle or hug he will be like "I will die right now of a heart attack if I do not get a hug, I can feel it in my non-existent soul"

-Loves to make mischief, will constantly prank you like always, he wants to create as much havoc as he possibly can

-Will give you random trinkets he finds, whether it be he bought it, he stole it, or just found it on the ground, sometimes you'll wake up with the most random things on your nightstand. Like a bolt, or a screw, or a bracelet, or a tin foil ball, its so random

-Doesn't sleep but will pretend to sleep just so he can have you in his arms, he will stay still for hours holding you as you sleep, just so he can admire you. Not that he would EVER admit that, no, he has far too much pride.

#anti x reader #antisepticeye #septic egos #anti headcannons

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yeh-spookey-betch · 2 years

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🌸🌸 ~ With aAnti??

The glitch left not less than 8 individual hickeys and bite marks as he just ravaged your neck, his hand pulling at your shirt while the other snuck up under it and raked his nails down your chest, stopping at the soft flank just above your hip to squeeze and massage your flesh there.

"Who do you belong to??" Anti growled, pulling your hips to press against his as he pinned you against the wall, facing away from him. He loved the way your ass felt against his clothed arousal.

"I swear, baby I wasn't flirting, I just didn't want to be rude--"

"That's not what I asked, baby... I said 'who do you belong to?' A simple answer. Not a trick question."

"Y-you....." you whimpered as he leaned in to kiss one of the bites he'd left, getting a good sniff of your hair while he was at it.

"Good, darling. Don't forget it." He chuckled, but he was far from done with you.

#antisepticeye #jsegos #jacksepticegos #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #thanks for sending something in!

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Wilford (+whatever other egos you want) react to reader singing when they had never heard them (not jokingly) sing?

This applies to people with all types of voices. Whether your ability to sing is good or bad, their reactions would still be the same

━MARKIPLIER ☆

He relates to you being nervous about singing around him at first. Mark quite litteraly has put out a full ass musical number out there for millions to see before, so he understands your nerves

━DARKIPLIER ☆

After hearing those sweet sweet lyrics slip past your lips, Dark broke into a cool and loving smile. He had to resist the urge to pull you into his arms and spin you around in a delicate ballroom dance

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

It depends on what mood you catch him in. Don't get me wrong, he won't insult you or cut you down baised on your ability to sing, but he might be a little dismissive if you present them to the glitch when he's grumpy.

Other than that thought you might get to see his compulsive ADHD side come out.

"Whanna start a bahnd!"

"Oh fuck yeah."

━WILFORD ☆

He won't even miss a beat. Joins in with you, successfully filling in any gaps in the lyrics you leave behind.

Tells you that you should sing more becuase and I quote "I've only heard the voice of an angel twice. Once just now, and the other when I almost went into the light."

"You did wha-"

━YANCY ☆

You have Yancy falling in love all over again. It doesn't matter if your singing is total shit or a melody from the heavens; Yancy just slowly sits down and stares at you with stars in his eyes.

"That was-" [*sniff*] "-beautifuls (Y/n)"

━ENGINEER ☆

He just beams at you before pretending to be a backup dancers while scatting to the rhythm under his breath. It's a goofy moment that makes the both of you hurt out into laughter at the end.

━ACTOR ☆

"You have...talent. I can't belive this. Quick someone get makeup in here. We need to get this future star ready for their headshots. Quick people! We don't have all day let's go!!"

━ILLINOIS ☆

Claps for you at the end with a proud smile, so happy that you were comfortable enough to share such an intimate part of you with him <333

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Fruit

This one is based off an RP I did, and it's just, so fucking cute. Enjoy playing Fruit Ninja with our favorite little glitch demon.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: knife, bomb (both digital) Words: 918

It’s been a long day, and you have a hyperactive glitch bitch wanting attention, and possibly something to do. You lay down, face down on the bed as he floats above you, upside down, poking your shoulder with one of his claws. You grumble, flipping over to face the one stabbing you gently in the back.

“What?” “I’m bored! I want t’ do something!” “Then go do something! I’m tired!” “T’at’s no fun if yer not doin’ it wit’ me…” “Well, you can take a nap with me, or you can go do something else without me.”

“Fine…”

He glitches away, and you’re left alone in your room. You try to sleep, moving around on the bed as you try and get comfortable. Moving pillows behind you, wrapping yourself up in blankets, anything to find that perfect level of comfort. And eventually you find it, snuggling into your self made nest on top of the mattress. You hear him glitch back in, laying on the bed next to you. You can tell he got lonely, and he’s actually trying to let you sleep, but you also know he’s getting restless.

His constant glitches are quiet, a white noise hum in the room. Your eyes are blocked by a blanket wrapped around your arm, but you feel him shift around on the bed, trying to get comfortable as well without disturbing you. It’s sweet, seeing as he doesn’t need to sleep. You wonder to yourself as you lay there, waiting for sleep to eventually consume you how he makes it through the night, seeing as most of the time he snuggles up with you, and is always in the same position when you wake up.

“You don’t have to be in here with me, baby.” “I don’t like bein’ away from my acushla, it gets lonely…” “What do you usually do when I go to sleep at night?” “Wait, like w’at I’m doin’ right now.” “All night? You just wait, all night? I’ve seen you struggle to sit still for five minutes, how do you manage to do it for eight hours??” You perk up out of your nest, rubbing your eyes as you gaze moves across him in confusion. He seems to shift uncomfortably on the bed, as if the topic is not one he particularly wants to talk about. Puzzled, you reach out your hand, holding his with a tight squeeze.

“Baby, you don’t have to stay with me, not in the quiet. I can’t imagine how bored you are, just for me. It’s sweet, it’s incredibly sweet, but we’re gonna fix that, okay?” He blushes with a bit of a small smile, eyes finally meeting your gaze. A nod with three squeezes of your hand, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Happier with what you’re looking at, you escape from the warmth of your fleecy cocoon, getting up and heading to the living room with him in tow. He rubs the back of his head nervously, head tilted as you grab a tablet out of his stash of snacks.

“W’at’re ye doin’? I t’ought t’ose were fer eatin’...” “They have other uses too. Here, I’m just finishing getting this one set up.” You plop down on the couch, patting the seat next to you. He hops up into a crouch, watching the screen from over your shoulder. You open the app store, and you start downloading a bunch of games onto the tablet, and you can almost see the cogwheels turning in his little demon brain. You giggle as he continues to watch you, head resting on top of yours.

“You can play on your tablet all night without waking me up, that way you’re with me, but not bored. Either use your finger like this, or you could probably zap in and play in the actual app. Like, possess it, like you do for my phone sometimes.”

His face lights up, and he opens up the first game with a hesitant poke of his claw. The app opens up, and he tilts his head at it again, dragging his finger around as a cursor follows it. “You slice the fruit with the different blades to score points, and try not to hit the bombs, otherwise it’s game over.” “Really??”

Before you can answer, you’re cut off by him glitching into the tablet, the screen going black for a moment, reading AntiOS, a knife going through the neon green apple logo. It boots back up, and you see a little animated chibi version of Anti standing at the bottom of your screen. You giggle, picking up the tablet as you move back to the bedroom. Propped up on a pillow, you see him scroll through all the different blades, before landing on a green pixelated blade.

He exits out of the menu and opens up a game mode. Your eyes get heavy as you watch his little chibi character glitch across the screen cutting the fruit with his knife, a glitchy green trail behind the blade. A bomb explodes as he accidentally hits it in his overeagerness. You get the other fruits with your finger as you scrub the soot off his face, his little arms making grabby hands for head pats when you pull away. Three taps on his floofy hair and he’s back to cutting fruit, avoiding the bombs much better now.

Your tiredness finally gets the best of you, falling asleep as you watch your favorite digital demon become the world’s most efficient smoothie blender.

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Prisoner-Part 8

This one ended up being longer than I planned for it to be XD But it was very fun to write, so I hope you enjoy these twisted demons as much as I do!

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Tw; swearing and blood (yandere typical stuff)

Word Count: 1,680

“YOU FUCKING WHAT?” Anti went to lunge at you, but Dark stopped him. Anti fought, and thrashed at him, as electricity emanated from his body. “LET ME GO!” Dark had his arm wrapped around Anti to prevent him from doing anything rash. You were grateful for that, but it was still terrifying.

“Anti. Calm down.” Dark’s words were TOO calm. It only served to make you more afraid…something was seriously wrong here. Dark’s aura was everywhere, and you felt his energy. Angry, sad, but composed nonetheless. Then it shifted into something…different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was quite frankly terrifying.

“I-I’m sorry…I want to go home. Now.” You said, trying not to show how completely anxious you were at that moment. Would they even let you go home? What was waiting for you when you got there? You weren’t even sure how long it had been…was your boyfriend worried about where you were? Surely it had been at least a few days.

“If that’s what you wish.” You looked up to Dark to see him smiling. A guarded smile, trying to hide his real feelings from you. What was even more concerning, was how Anti stopped fighting Dark to glare. As they shared a look, something clicked and Anti stopped fighting altogether. “I will grab your things, and you’ll be back to…your boyfriend.” He nearly spat the word.

Anti walked a few paces, then completely disappeared. But you were more excited than anything. You could go home! You missed your boyfriend so much…but you barely had time to think about it with how crazy and chaotic this whole situation was. They were…really gonna let you go? After all this, they were going to send you back home? It didn’t click right, but you had hoped it would be fine.

Dark walked closer, and he looked a little TOO composed. You kind of crushed his heart…you felt bad initially, but you loved your boyfriend. All you could do was hope Dark and Anti would understand. Your time with them…has been hit or miss. They’re angry, they’re excited, they’re quiet, they're loud. You never knew what you were getting yourself into with them. To think they’d be livid was no far stretch, but if it meant you could go home…then you’d deal with the confusion and guilt. It’ll be okay!

When Anti returned seconds later, he tossed the few belongings you had here at your feet. Dark looked irritated at the action, but walked up to carry those belongings to you. A scoff from Anti, as you stood there confused and maybe even a little nervous, while the two displayed their opposite personalities. One being collected, the other…being completely unpredictable.

However the second you blinked after picking up your belongings, you woke up at home. This was it! You were really home! The excitement was overwhelming. You really hope you didn’t lose your job from being gone so long…and hopefully J wasn’t mad if you weren’t answering his calls or texts. Speaking of which, your phone was ringing while it charged next to your bed.

You jumped up to grab it, and smiled wide when you saw J’s name pop up. He was calling you! It seemed like it had been weeks at least since you talked to him. Even a little giggle left when you answered the phone. “Baby! Oh my god I’m so sorry, I missed you so much!” You couldn’t help but laugh, especially when he laughed too.

“What are you sorry for? We talked last night right before bed!” He laughed again, and said back, “Though I also missed you too! One day we’ll be able to live together and spend every single morning waking up, cuddling in bed.” J sighed happily at the thought, but you were too confused to reply just yet.

“Last…night?” You frantically checked your phone. He was right. It had only been one night's rest since you went to the void…since you saw Dark and Anti. It couldn’t have been a dream…you remembered everything so vividly. “Uh, sorry. I’m just being a bit silly…” You let out a nervous laugh, and hoped he’d drop it.

“You don’t sound so good, want me to come over?” He sounded as concerned as ever, “If something’s going on you can tell me.” You could practically hear the worry in his voice, and the pleading eyes of him that always convinced you to tell him anything and everything. “It’s okay. I’ll come over anyways, I can make you breakfast and we can talk about it!”

With that he ended the call, and you didn’t know if you should be relieved or nervous. How could you possibly tell him? That those two demons held you captive and wanted to court you? Both being terrifying in their own ways? There was no way to logically explain it, and J wasn’t one to believe in demons and that kind of stuff. You didn’t necessarily believe either, at least…not as much as you believed now.

You sat and waited, knowing he wouldn’t be too long. Trying to think of a way to explain it without sounding crazy proved to be difficult…but you couldn’t lie to him. You loved him, but if he said something like what you had to tell him, you wouldn’t know what to say or do either. Maybe it was just a dream…a really weird one that made you feel helpless. What if they were real and tried to come after you for turning them both down?

With a knock at your door, you ran up to it and swung it open excited to see J after so long of being held by those demons. Even if for him, it had only been a few hours. You had a smile on your face, and were fully prepared to tackle him to the ground right there in your doorway. However what you saw, you never could have been prepared for.

Dark and Anti were there, with Anti holding J tightly around the back of his neck. J looked awful, blood dripping from his nose and forehead, and bruises covering his arms. It made you take a step back in shock and terror. That feeling only intensified when you saw the wicked grin on Anti’s face. If you had any doubts he was a demon, they were laid to rest. It was hard to believe anyone or anything can look so…wistfully happy and evil having hurt someone.

“W-What are you doing!? Don’t hurt him, please!” Tears fell down your face, and Anti looked angry as can be, hearing your words. You didn’t want this! You loved J, was it even really him that you talked to on the phone? Or was it a trick from these demons? Part of you hoped it was the real J, but you couldn’t be too sure. Not at all.

“Just proving a point, darling.” Dark spoke, with a small smile on his face. But even his smile was warped and twisted. It might have been warm in any other circumstance. But the two of them had hurt your boyfriend. The man you loved so dearly. “We told you, no one can protect you better than us.”

You backed up further and further, until your back hit the couch in the living room. “Stop…please…” Was all you could say as they threw J down to the ground in front of you. He couldn’t even speak, with his busted lip and glazed over eyes. He was still alive, his grunts of pain and labored breathing proved that. “J!” You screamed and almost went to kneel down and help him, but one look from the demons stopped you.

“Anti.” Dark said, and gave the other demon a look. You couldn’t decipher it, but when Anti smirked it meant nothing good. “Go ahead.” He continued. Go ahead with what? Something told you neither you, or J would make it out of this safely.

Anti made direct eye contact with you, with that evil smirk on his face. He pointed one singular finger towards J, in the shape of a gun. He let out a “bang” sound and a ray of lightning shot at J’s head, causing it to burst open. The blood splattered all over your room, and your own clothes and skin. It all happened so fast, and you fell to the ground screaming. You had to look away, the sight too gruesome to even look at for half a second more.

Anti came closer and picked you up roughly, “It’s either me or him.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else is allowed to be with you like that.” He rubbed your back, but it was anything but soothing. “You’re coming with us, you have to make your decision.” He chuckled, and you just continued to scream and sob.

Dark approached, but you could barely see him or Anti through your tears. “You don’t need to make your decision now, we still need to spend more time with you.” He reached over and put a hand on your head. You flinched at the action, and he frowned. “No one will ever hurt you. That’s our promise to you.”

No one would hurt you…how messed up is that? They may not physically hurt you, but you were in turmoil. You didn’t want to accept that J was dead. Even if they didn’t ever physically hurt you, they just proved that they’d hurt anyone who was special to you. With that thought, you had no choice but to go with them. If they could kill J, they could kill anyone else in your life. You couldn’t live with that…

You became emotionless, and simply nodded. “Okay…” was all you said. It made them smile, but you felt…nothing. Only small traces of fear. They would take you back to the castles, and “protect” you as they put it. But all you wanted was to be in J’s arms again. Kiss him, hug him, anything. But he was gone.

And he was never coming back.

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