#like the vibes of the shop yk

[raeforest]

#acnh #acnh build #my acnh #i really did try to make it similar to sophies hat shop #you know in howls moving castle #like the vibes of the shop yk #i guess inspired by it #yea

[maddy-ferguson]

i wish people understood this

#or just listened #if you want to feel good about yourself by not supporting any company that does anything wrong good for you but telling people they need to #stop buying things because the ceo's mother's cousin supports israel accomplishes nothing #when you look at the list of brands that they've been asking people to boycott for a while the consumer boycott targets it's very concrete #reasons not just vibes #and of course you can boycott whatever you want but being like wow i can't believe this person isn't boycotting this brand that isn't on a #single list except for the one i made up in my head. #is stupid #and i get that starbucks is easy to boycott but seeing people be so happy about it when it isn't even on the EXTENDED bds list is #like. okay #like i get it because it's not like people are buying puma shoes every day yk but i really wish people wouldn't pick random things to #boycott and then be shocked when someone isn't boycotting. because no one was because no one that isn't a random user on social media said #you should #and people thinking they can make disney of all companies close up shop............. #and like i say: brf slt

[shewhoeatssand]

Kaneki looks so delicious and snackable for literally no goddamn reason

#no idea what he would taste like but he looks yummy af #I mean this in a LOOKS edible way not really a He Actually Would Taste Great. Aftter taking a look at his diet #I think we can all conclude all his bodily fluids would b gross af #(unless you are a ghoul ofc) #BUT AS A PERSON YOU CANNOT TELL ME HE DOESNT LOOK SUCCULENT #he’s like a candle or aquarium gravel or those cool rocks from the museum gift shop if you know what I mean #copper sulphate solution vibes yk yk #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul

[chaoticsaints]

i can never not think about the fact they put deftones on the gen x channel ....

#sr #saints row #like am i stupid for thinking matt miller would like it and there fore it should be on the blood #or am i stupid for thinking the blood is the 'cybergoth' music channel #but thats why it bothers me bc i know they dont really categorize them by genre but but vibe and #LIKE IT MAKES ME SCREAM BC I LITERALLY BOUGHT MY DEFTONES MERCH AT HOT TOPIC RIGHT #SO LIKE CLEARLY THEY SHOP AT NOBODY LOVES ME YK. WHICH IS A HOT TOPIC PARODY.. #ALL IM SAYING IS THAT IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE OK

[multifandomhoodies]

there used to be a craft store next to the grocery store I always go to. The chain went out of business and it closed down. The building's still there, it's just another empty storefront now. I miss being able to wander around in there. It usually wasn't very business and there weren't many employees and you could just be left alone to look at fabrics and beads and candles in peace. I miss being able to go wander around and ook at stuff and not feel obligated to buy things or being asked by employees. There's not many places I can go now without having to buy something just to sit there

#thinkin thoughts #something something society only has three plqces home work and place that cost money #i want to go walk but i dont want to go to a park cuz its quite soggy out #i dont want to go to a coffee shop bc you cant just loiter without buying something and im cheap and dont like coffee #i dont want to go to a library its just nkt the vibe im going with #id just like to ne out of the house fr a bit yk

[bcneheaded]

💬🥀 — There's screaming... just around the corner there, just beyond this alleyway. Somewhere near the location of Artemis' shop, but far enough away to make the lesser demonic and shadow entities feel a little too brave, perhaps. To make the scouting goons of the demon's rival, a vampire lord, feel a little too at ease.

" 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. " Comes a hoarse whisper; voice low as though murmuring a secret. A strangled whimper, and then something wet spattering to the ground. Whatever it was wasn't human, at least. But did that truly make the pain inflicted any better?

Rounding the corner, one would see the suited demon standing within the empty, narrow street, holding aloft an inky black imp-like demon in his gloved hand... Black tendrils wrapped around the smaller entity's throat, face, and arms... squeezing. slowly burning it with infernally heated tar. He was torturing it. playing with his food, so to speak. "𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." Artemis' voice rings out in a hushed tone, words still level but scathing; biting; sharp within the undertones. He hated this creature. Hated it's kind. Hated his kind... hated them... 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. There's a squelching noise-- black tendrils of tar wringing the creature hard enough squeeze out a strained gargle of pain-- and then there sound of something pouring to the ground. A heavy thump moments later.... and a sigh. Yellow pin-pricks of light stare in disgust at the crushed form of the demon at his feet, it's fetid blood trickling down the pavement-- threatening to soil the elder demon's pristine wingtip shoes.

And then he turns his sharp gaze slowly to meet that of the onlooker, seemingly hiding by the wall in the shadows. He says nothing, for now. He simply stares.

#( open starter ) #( ft. the keeper ) #horror tw #idk just in case ?? that ^^^^ is my catchall btw nodnodnod #i dont!! ever talk enough about his violent and cold tendencies gjfdjgjd #which is fair because I love talking about his positive traits despite his being a demon/twisted essence of what he Was #he kills demons and shadow entities and wraiths and stuff like that all of the time tbh with no remorse nor regard for their existence #he sees them as lesser. Which they are... but still jhfdyghfd #when it comes to them hes very callous and downright cruel and literally like steps on them like bugs tbh #just !! gestures vaguely! #artemis Not being nice and pleasant nodnod #that death stare @ whoever or whatever is watching on is jfjsjhdjs batman voice '' U WANT WHAT HE'S HAVING'' justice for gotham video #vibe yk yk HYGHUJGKFDD #also..... this is very much happening in the abandoned part of that city he lives in or like if in another verse. wherever he has set up #his shop or whatever !! definitely not anywhere near the masses of Living

[reiding-writing]

Okokokok

Cold!reader just looking in to spencers eyes just inches away from his face and saying "i feel things when im with you" after morgan called her ruler of all that is evil and stoic

MAJORITY VOTE [ONESHOT]

/məˈdʒɒrəti vəʊt/

morgan is convinced that you’re incapable of expressing human emotion, so you bring spencer in as backup to consolidate you.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, jokes about lack of emotional vulnerability

spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff || 1.0k || series masterlist!!

a/n: on my productivity game rn 🫡 made this a little less on the nose but still the same vibes yk?

main masterlist!!

“Well well, if it isn’t my favourite robot, get tired of the icy planes of your snow kingdom and decide to come into work early today?” Morgan laughs at his own humour as you walk around the bullpen towards your desk, swivelling his chair in your direction.

“The coffee shop I go to was closed.” You dump your messenger bag on your desk with a loud ‘thud’. Clearly missing your morning coffee had put a damper on your already unenthusiastic mood.

“So we can be expecting even less humanity from you today, got it,” He shoots you a thumbs up with a laugh as he watches you slump down in your chair with a huff, audibly finding entertainment in your misery.

“I am perfectly human thank you very much,” You shoot him a glare across the diagonal of your desks as you unpack your bag for the day and dump it on the floor by your feet.

“No offence, but I’ve seen more emotional vulnerability in a rock,” You groan internally at his response, dragging the palm of your hand down your face. It was too early to be having this debate.

Any time was too early to be having this debate. Why did people constantly feel like they had to bring up the fact that you weren’t open with yourself? If you didn’t know Morgan was being completely unserious you’re sure you would have smacked him by now.

“I am very in tune with my emotions, you can ask Reid.”

Morgan laughs at your comment like you’d just told him the moon was made of cheese. “Please, Reid would take your side even if it was you calling doctor who the worst tv show to ever air, his opinion is completely biased,”

“That is not true, Reid is very logical in his opinions,”

“Thank… You?” You turn your head at the new voice in the conversation, Spencer glancing between the two of you with a confused expression etched onto his face as he wrings the strap of his messenger bag between his hands.

“Reid. Perfect timing.” You get up from your seat with a start, ignoring the pale pink shade covering his cheeks at your compliment. He chooses to take it as a compliment anyway.

You stop a few feet in front of him with your arms crossed tight across your chest and a determined expression on your face. “I have emotions don’t I?”

“I- What?” He blinks at you blankly in response, your question coming completely out of left field and not helped by the fact you’d essentially bombarded him the second he walked into the office and was now invading in his personal space.

“That’s a leading question,” Morgan drawls out his words with a shake of his head. “Leading questions lead to inaccurate results Ice Queen, you’re a Psychologist you know this,”

“Be quiet.” You turn to hush Morgan with a sharp movement of your hands before turning back to Spencer again, the confusion on his face only growing the longer the interaction goes on. “You’ve seen me display multiple different emotions haven’t you?”

“I- …Yes?” Spencer doesn’t look any less confused as he answers your question, but you take it as a win anyway as you gesture outwards to Spencer with a triumphant glimmer in your eyes.

“There. Proof.”

“I already said Reid is an unreliable source,” Morgan rolls his eyes with an amused expression at much you’re going out of your way to prove him wrong.

“Two sources.” you wave your finger between yourself and Spencer. “That’s majority vote,”

“Biased majority vote,”

“Maybe you just need to accept the fact that you’re not as good of a profiler as you think you are,” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Hey woah now-”

Spencer continues to look between the two of you with absolutely zero idea of the context of the conversation, leaning slightly forward to speak over your shoulder to you. “….whats going on?”

“Nothing Reid, you’re fine,” You step to the side and encourage him forward with a hand on his arm, which he follows with no question despite still being entirely confounded at the situation, letting his bag fall to the floor as he takes a seat next to Morgan at his own desk.

“I’m still calling bias, that’s clear favouritism,” Morgan continues to stand his ground as you retake your own seat opposite Spencer, waving his finger at the two of you like a scolding parent.

“What’s favouritism?” Spencer tries to get insight on the conversation, but Morgan keeps his attention focused on shooting at you and not divulging why.

“It’s not favouritism, it’s fact.”

Morgan shakes his head with a huff, reclining back in his chair and crossing his arms. “It’s favouritism…” He was starting to loose his will to debate with you now, something you were definitely grateful about considering you’d now been arguing about your emotional state for over ten minutes.

“Sure sure whatever,” You wave Morgan off with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to Spencer and giving him a short nod. “Thanks,”

He mirrored your nod with one of his own, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed into an awkward smile. “You’re welcome?”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #asks 🫶

[blue-jisungs]

shotaro would be one of those aesthetic couple goals boyfriends who always has cute matching outfits to film tiktok dance covers in </3 (yeah this is huge brainrot for me, fic req if you want 😍)

shotaro as a bf

author's note. crying i love him sm ☹️☹️ i hope you like it zanzan teehee

ʚїɞ taro is definitely the type of bf to have matching things with his partner!! whether it’s clothes, phone cases, jewellry, bags, key rings… he’d love them to be cute n adorable :( kuromi-my melody, minnie-mickey, mario-daisy… you name it :( have you seen his clothes?? like taste,, i want his closet btw. but what i wanted to say is that he’d be down to buy a pink sweater in a millisecond just to match with you ☹️

ʚїɞ he’s so so thoughtful ohmigosh:( whenever he’s passing by a shop and sees something that he knows you’d like (or he just likes hehe), he’ll buy it right this second. same with food, too!! always brings you leftovers when he’s out with the boys or buys you souvenirs from the places they went to when filming content :(

ʚїɞ a big sucker for filming tiktoks and challenges with you, even if you’re not a dancer. he’ll be willing to teach you and guide step by step even if it takes the whole day. and ahhh this cute tiktok’s like yk,, leaving lipstick stains on his face, jumping at each other n all of that… his (and yours) drafts are filled with that. and taro watches them when he’s away from you <3

ʚїɞ he’s a human battery charger. taro is literally sunshine itself, vitamin c and happy pill?! so it’s only normal that when being his partner, he’s spreading that energy around him and it’s kinda… impossible to be sad or mad about anything when he’s here, next to you… smiling like :] and being so adorable… squishable…… cries. but he’ll go to the ends of the world to make you cheer up, everything in his willpower to make that frown upside down hehe >.<

ʚїɞ not a moment is full with him!! taking a spontaneous trip to japan during the weekend? he’s dragging you to the airport. craving a very specific meal that’s all across the town? already hopping in the car. something caught his eye during a walk? he’s running there like an excited puppy. you have a sudden outburst of energy and want to play basketball at 11pm? he’s already ballin’. taro also kind of gives me that vibe of someone who’d order silly stuff online so yeah… on some days you’d wake up to a package at the front door… it being the cat-shaped phone holders, a set of spoons looking like shovels, ice-cube makers in a shape of a lego man… and… more… ㅠㅠ

ʚїɞ speaking of japan, he’d love to talk to you in japanese (even if you don’t understand it) and flirt with you hehe~ he’d definitely try and teach you if you wanted because,, as someone said – the best way to practise your language skills is having a partner who speaks it lmao but yeah he loves when you speak japanese, even tho it’s not perfect it warms his heart <3 and the other way around too, he’d love to learn your native language too!! pls teach him >:)

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

#blue jisungs's requests #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize #shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro x reader #shotaro imagines #shotaro fluff #shotaro fanfic #riize x you #riize imagines #riize fic #riize fanfic #riize x y/n #riize scenarios #riize shotaro #riize headcanons #riize soft hours #shotaro soft hours

[iovesia]

HIII bubs hope all is well.

I enjoyed your age gap Constantine but

what about for Mr. JOHN WICK (After all he's dilf and Lana coded) (｡>﹏<｡)

hello lovie !! and ofc i can (⸝⸝º u º⸝⸝ ) ♡

warnings. implied hyper-fem!reader. size kink. 🦇🤍

i love me a little lana del rey "go go dancer" vibe with mr wick! a little cute, young girl next door— and he's the stoic, brooding dilf.. smth about that dynamic just has me falling to the floor !!

.. he's basically your sugar daddy— i love hate to say it. you're the pretty little thing who he happily hands his black amex card to, so you can shop to your heart's content. he adores the little fashion shows you do for him when you're all dolled up at the end of the day.

now.. i'm not saying you guys have a ddlg relationship— but it has those undertones yk? it's almost a silent agreement between you two that he enjoys being the one in control in the relationship.

john loves to hold onto you all day, everyday if he can.

hand on your thigh when he's driving. on the small of your back when you're at parties. on the back of your neck when you two are out shopping for some cute little lingerie for you.

john loves doing little old man activities— like gardening, cooking, or watching/reading old classic movies & books. he's vv old-fashioned and i think he'd love to do these things with his girl ♡♡

he's a good cook, and 100% teaches you his little tricks. expect a little teasing if you're not too well-versed in the kitchen.

you're his breath of fresh air in his violent world. he often feels like he doesn't deserve such a kind, innocent young girl like you— and he'll need reassurance a lot. he doesn't want to feel like he's manipulating you in some way :(

#love letters. #had more hcs but i wanna save em for laterrr 🤭 #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves x reader #*⠀john wick.

[yae-energy]

╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ All the ways I love you ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : The Jjk first years and their love languages !

✧˖° cast and crew : Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori & Nobara Kugisaki x Black Reader < 3

.ᐟ content warnings : General tomfoolery and mushy mush cause FUCK THE MANGA.

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : It’s been actual decades since I’ve posted any form of writing….I feel so unseasoned LMAO. This is just a quick lil hc post, nun crazyyy 😽

—

Megumi “I’ll do it” Fushiguro : Acts of Service king.

Now one thing about Megumi??? He’s gonna hit you with the “I got it” EVERY. SINGLE. TIME without fail. Doesn’t matter what time of day, doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he’s gonna make sure you don’t lift a finger for anythinggg.

Is he gonna complain whilst doing it? Of course.

But that’s just true Megumi fashion. It doesn’t mean he ACTUALLY hates doing things for you. Whether that be grabbing you snacks or completing mundane tasks for you such as carrying your bag or opening doors for you, HES GONNA DO IT EVERY TIME. You don’t even have to ask.

Def brings a “if he wanted to he would” typa vibe to the relationship and obviously you appreciate it ten fold (despite the tough guy act he tries and subsequently fails to put on. He loves him some you.) And what better way can he show that than through actions?

They speak louder than words, right?

—

Yuji “I love you” Itadori : Words of Affirmation goat

Ok y’all listen here, this boy is a certified yapper through and mf through. ESPECIALLY when it comes to you.

He will never fail to let you— or anyone for that matter, know just how much he loves you and appreciates your presence. You’re like some sort of higher being to him, the best thing since sliced bread if you will.

All day everyday he’s spouting all sorts of “I love you” and “I’m so lucky to have you 🥲” and he’s gonna get emotional EVERY TIME. Like he won some sort of award (the prize being you of course.) And that doesn’t even include the impromptu monologues about how you’ve changed him for the better, and how glad he is to even have someone as amazing as you.

He loves you REAL BAD, why wouldn’t he tell you?

He’d scream it from the rooftops if he could.

—

Nobara “Look what I got you” Kugisaki : Gift giving queen

Now, I personally consider Nobara to be a mixture of quality time and gift giving, but I’m leaning more with the latter because damn is she a great gifter.

Not only does she love spending money (me too girl, me too.) But, she LOVESSSSS you. Two birds with one stone she’d say, because she loves having an excuse to drop a couple dollars and make you happy in the process.

If she sees you eyeing something while window shopping? It’s yours automatically— whether you actually intended to buy it or not. She’s not good with the whole “lovey dovey” schtick, that’s just not her style. But to make up for it, she makes sure that you have whatever you want when you want it, even if you express she doesn’t HAVE to.

SHE WANTS TO, and you can’t tell her otherwise.

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : - @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @ivanari @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : hey guys…ahahaha…

LOOK IK I SAID I WAS GONNA POST A MONTH AGO BUT LIFE WAS LIFING LMAOOO

I also got a new job now so I won’t have AS much time to post and be silly on here (not that I was super active before but yk.)

Anyhow, thanks for reading and putting up with my lying ass 😕🫶🏽

Love y’all BOOTS DOWN

Mwah 💋

- Xoxo, Yves

#saint laurent productions #jjk trio #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro headcanons #nobara kugisaki headcanons #yuji itadori headcanons #nobara x reader #megumi x reader #yuji x reader #megumi x black reader #nobara x black reader #yuji x black reader #Jjk trio x reader

[honey-milk-depresso]

OMGG HI I saw your bohemian fashion and I LOVED IT SO SO SO SO MUUUUUUCH ANIANIJAOJSOJ it was so sweet 🥺🥺

Could you do one with Trey (hehe), Jamil and Vil, but with a mc that dresses in Preppy style? Yk, the pleated skirts, bows and headbands, Channel vibes. I love fashion and the way you described the Bohemian one was so sweet. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING MWAH ❤️❤️

T*EY???? /hj

Fine, fine, very well, I will write for that DEFINITELY no good man I’m TOTALLY not in love with myself 😒.

Also I didn’t think anybody would be reading my REALLY old fics from when I first started this blog, when I was called the long forgotten “coffee leaf depression”, good to know, and this is kept to GN Reader 👍.

TWST S/o who loves Preppy Fashion

Trey Clover

He’s probably a sucker for this kind of fashion. As in, to see on his lover. You look so pretty in pleated V-neck sweaters and tie.

NRC has a pretty preppy kind of uniform given to the students, it’ll only change depending on how the students wear the uniform, seeing your well ironed tie straight and pleated skirt or pants crisp and neat makes him pretty smitten surprisingly, especially when it comes to you.

He doesn’t mind joining in, hell, he probably has a somewhat prep aesthetic stuff in his wardrobe without even realising it sometimes, it just comes to him naturally although he definitely doesn’t have any aesthetic preference and just wears whatever.

But prep is definitely in there.

You two can be a matching couple outside of school, wearing prep and somewhat prep (I’m sure you know who’s who) and you guys just look super cute together that Trey, for once, feels a bit of an ego boost in him as he smirks to himself. <3

Jamil Viper

Always saw him with the street dancer kind of aesthetic, which is probably a bit more rugged and casual which is why you two come as a complete contrast with one another.

But still, Jamil digs your prep aesthetic even if he doesn’t like wearing that aesthetic on himself, he thinks it makes you look cute.

Besides, the two of you somehow make it work when you’re out in the open, some guy in a baggy hoodie, baggy long pants and sneaker heads while he’s out linking hands with his significant other wearing a headband, sweater vest and polished loafers.

Still, you two are absolutely adorable as a couple inside out, your completely different taste in fashion makes you two stand out in a good way! Wouldn’t mind trying your kind of aesthetic, it looks pretty good on him when he checks himself in the mirror after dressing him up. He hopes you enjoy the baggy hoodies though because he personally wouldn’t mind lending you his. <3

Vil Schoenheit

The two of you together look like cute nerd and actual fashion king.

Honestly, Vil thinks your prep aesthetic is perfect even if he’s the kind to wear those V-necks and have “pretty boy” aesthetic, he also likes wearing prep clothing and wouldn’t mind joining you on the matching aesthetic thing when you two go out.

Sometimes he shops with you for clothing that fits your whole prep aesthetic and the best kinds. This man’s fashion taste is god-tier. Any kind of aesthetic he can pull off and has expertise in knowing what is best to wear for any kind.

Prep aesthetics are no exceptions.

He has a lot of fun dressing up with you: wearing checkered pants and/or skirts, nice ties and shiny loafers around town as everyone gawk at the most prettiest couple they have ever seen that they can’t even get jealous. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

#trey clover x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #twst headcanon #twst x reader headcanon #headcanon #fluff #twst fluff #twst x reader fluff #x reader #self insert

[soleilnomoon]

geto suguru x fem reader | issa toxic affair, y'all.

6.2k words (i know, i know), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst city, angst angst city biiitch (yk the vibes) & smut (obvy); feat. cute stuff like a lil' degradation, toxic ass relationship, a lil infidelity, obsessive love & jealousy, lovers 2 exes 2 enemies 2 lovers, public indecency, hand job, oral (f receiving), knife play, a lil bit of blood kink, alcohol, geto is a certified asshole & but reader gets him back, yandere reader bc i love being toxic, gojo makes an appearance! also idk other stuff probably idr ok; also reader is black bc i said she is. this is for @510hz's how to be a heartbreaker collab event (ty so much for letting me participate, i had fun truly). this was inspired by mariana's "power & control"; there's also a lil inspo from "the glory" in there, you'll see. it took me forever but i survived, i hope y'all survive reading this 🤭 (if u see typos/grammatical errors no u didn't)

“you horrify me. but at the same time, / i horrify myself. we are horrible.” – hélène cixous

there’s a name for the disease you have; it’s called foolishness, or, in layman’s terms: love.

your mother warned you long ago, to guard your heart — to ensure that no man could penetrate the thick walls encasing it — yet there you are, a silly, pathetic thing scurrying behind a man who would readily cast you aside if it suited him. you truly did resist him at first; you rebuffed his advances with polite smiles and curt responses, yet he persisted daily and, in hindsight, obsessively.

it’s in his nature, after all.

a man like geto suguru simply does not concede if his pride is on the line — and your initial rejection did, in fact, bruise his ego; although, he’ll never openly admit that.

when he does manage to wiggle his way into your heart, with his charming smiles, small gestures that you somehow misinterpret as kindness, you steadily fall for him. it’s not your fault, not really. geto is just that damn good at figuring people out; and with you, it wasn’t difficult. he found it remarkably easy to sway you, he almost felt bad.

almost.

the first few months are pure bliss; he picks you up promptly for dates, takes you to nice restaurants in the city, pays for spa days and shopping sprees — buys you things you never really allowed yourself to buy on your own, surprises you with lavish floral arrangements that make you cry needlessly over how tragically romantic he’s being. and, suddenly, your heart, which was so strongly protected, becomes vulnerable and falls under his control. it flutters around helplessly in the gilded cage he’s crafted for it — a too-tight fit, where every time you exhale you feel the thick bars pressing tightly and you suffocate — but still, love makes you think that all of this is worth it in the end.

as long as geto calls you his, that’s all that matters.

when he calls your phone, you pick up on the first ring, eager and desperate —to hear the dulcet tones embedded in his voice, the words saccharine and carefully picked; things you’ve always wanted to be told, he whispers them all to you before you fall asleep.

but the thing about geto is, boredom is never too far away from him.

it wraps itself around his arms one morning, slithers along and drenches his skin, completely warping his sense of morality — making him much more severe and uncaring than he normally is. all your cute, quirky traits become bothersome to him; he tires of your laugh, doesn’t care to see that sparkle in your eyes whenever he shows up at your front door, and listening to you drone on and on about things that you like bores him to tears.

when he fucks you, it’s impassively, as if it’s something he needs to tick off his list of weekly duties, rather than something he chooses to do because he genuinely wants to be intimate. you don’t question it at first, but it becomes painfully obvious — and awkward — when he leaves every time, not bothering to kiss you goodnight or even look your way. your mind is cruel one morning, when you reflect on how sex with geto is mostly about him getting off and not you; it never bothered you before, but as the months go on, it starts one of many tiny cracks in his veneer.

the rejection is unbearable — tangible in the way it makes you sluggish and depressed — but you deal with it; you must, after all, he’s the love of your life. you simply can’t imagine being with anyone else now.

geto becomes the very man your mother warned you about, but you ignore it without question.

love is work, you remind yourself for the umpteenth time as you sit in the back of your favorite restaurant, checking the time repeatedly and seeing that he still hasn’t shown. you’re in a modest dress with a slit down the side and you’ve already downed two glasses of wine without him. it’s been forty minutes, the server keeps checking on you, giving you pitying looks despite your smiles and insistence that your boyfriend is definitely on his way.

but the longer you sit there, the less sure of that you are.

eventually you leave; they don’t charge you for a thing and you thank them for their kindness — pity, really — and head home. you try calling geto and get his voicemail again; so you leave yet another teary message, this one more incoherent than the last two, and toss your phone onto your vanity before crying yourself the sleep. you don’t know what to do with this feeling — the hopelessness is eating you alive; or maybe it’s just the wine making you overly sensitive.

geto knows he’s an asshole and relishes in it.

he has his notifications silenced while he’s downtown with a few close friends, partying in an exclusive lounge, drinking until his head grows heavy. he doesn’t remember how he gets back to his place, and barely remembers who he fucked that night, but he does have the common decency to kick them out come morning. he’s hospitable like that. his head throbs as he scrolls through his phone, promptly ignoring the twelve texts from you and the fifteen missed calls. gojo called him heartless last night, which he thought was ridiculous — he has a heart, it just doesn’t always work properly; geto now assumes gojo was referring to his mistreatment of you.

something about that nags at him a little, so he decides to play nice and call you back. the phone continues to ring as he lounges on the plush couch in his living room, causing him to frown; very strange. you normally pick up for him right away, but you’re not answering. he should be concerned, but he chalks it up to you sleeping and decides to try again in an hour.

after his third time calling, annoyance turns into anger which fuels his petty jealousy.

what could you possibly be doing that would require you to ignore him — him — of all people?

“y/n,” he says as calmly as he can while his hand grips his phone tightly, it’s his fourth voicemail, but he doesn’t really care. “i don’t know what game you’re playing at, but i assure you… you won’t win.” he doesn’t elaborate past that, and instead throws his phone at the nearest wall — not bothering to pick it up once it clatters onto the hardwood floor. his anger surprises him; subduing certain emotions is an art for him, so all of this feels very new and uncomfortable.

he tells himself this weakness is only temporary, and that you’ll come to your senses too. except, you don’t. you don’t call him back; you don’t bother texting, and you don’t listen to his voicemails until three days later. when geto finds you, you��re in the middle of rewatching your favorite show for the tenth time, eating leftover pizza in your pajamas.

with his nose wrinkled, geto shuffles through your apartment, taking note of the pile of dishes in your kitchen and the way you’ve completely let go of yourself. he’s appalled that a woman like you has succumbed to the frivolities that accompanies hurt feelings. he even says as much to you when you fail to greet him or acknowledge his presence.

it's when he turns off the tv, that you blink several times, sluggish and confused before realizing that the beautiful man before you is not a figment of your imagination.

“suguru,” you sound his name out like it’s unfamiliar, your tongue thick from keeping quiet these past few days; your mind’s a mess, you’re still reeling from the betrayal of him clearly abandoning you, discarding you like you’re just a toy that he’s long forgotten on the street. he snaps his fingers impatiently in front of your face to get your attention again.

“wh-what is it?”

he frowns again. “what do you mean ‘wh-what is it’?” his mockery of your voice and his accompanying sneer is unbecoming of him, you think, but you don’t say that out loud; instead you put down the pizza you were nibbling and yawn languidly.

“you don’t have to be an ass,” you remark carefully, finally glancing up at him as though you’re seeing him for the first time. love muddled your vision, but now you can see geto suguru for all that he is. a liar, a conman, a shitty human being; but most importantly, he’s still the love of your life. you take that last bit seriously; maybe a little too seriously.

but love has a way of making you foolish in ways that are incomprehensible to others.

geto narrows his eyes at you before his lips twitch and he laughs at your insolence. “okay, that’s fair. i did stand you up, after all.”

you turn back to the tv and shrug, flicking a few crumbs off your shirt. “doesn’t matter. what’s done is done.”

for some reason, your apathy agitates him greatly. your tone is off — detached, devoid of the usual joviality that you have whenever he’s around; he figures that he deserves that, but he knows you won’t be mad at him for long. you never are.

“don’t get ahead of yourself, y/n,” his words drift through the air, venomous and well-practiced — he’s mastered the art of tearing down others without even trying — his annoyance reaches its peak when you ignore him and he exhales loudly, as if the entire situation has bored him to death. “since you obviously don’t give a damn about my presence,” he starts, not bothering to hide his malice or irritation, “i’ll give you what you want.”

which is space. permanently — at least, that’s what he thinks you want anyway. he slams the copy of your apartment key onto the coffee table — something that would’ve made you flinch days ago, but you’re so numb you barely notice.

it’s unbelievable that after a year, this is how you treat him; maybe it’s for the best that he’s breaking up with you. after all, he’d never be able to tolerate you having the upper hand in the breakup. still, it does concern him a bit that you’re not reacting in the way you usually would; did he honestly break your heart that badly that you’ve taken to retreating to the far recesses of your mind? not that it matters to him; you served your purpose and wore out your welcome eight months ago.

he just needed a reason to end it.

once he leaves, you feel like you can breathe again. and after a few minutes, you realize what just happened. you scramble off the couch, heart beating rapidly, palm slick with perspiration as you yank open the door and call out to him.

but he’s long gone; already driven off, ready to take on the world without you.

you wear your rejection like a bruise that won’t ever heal; each word said, each call and text ignored, is like a punch in the same spot over and over.

will you ever be able to move on properly?

it’s not really his problem if you can or can’t get over him, as he’s already moved on within the hour. the thing about geto is, he always assumes he’s the one in control — that he holds all the cards in his hands; but he isn’t. he forgets that you’re entirely too observant for your own good, curious, resourceful, and lethal when provoked long enough. you foolishly grab your car keys and drive to his place in the middle of the night; you ignore traffic lights, drive faster than necessary, swerve in and out of traffic as a fit of madness course through your veins.

love continues to delude you into thinking that there’s a way to fix it all; there has to be, it’s the only thing you can believe in right now.

you think about ringing his doorbell, think about calling and texting, think about just banging on his window and demanding he let you in. but you don’t. instead, you lean against your car, dark, heavy clouds looming over that part of the city as rain comes down hard and practically oppressively.

but you don’t move.

you stand there, shivering; soaked from head to toe, hands balled into fists — his last words playing over and over in your mind, like a song you can’t seem to forget. and every time you hear his voice, your heart shatters a little more; you imagine he’s having fun inside, laughing with gojo and whatever new flavor he’s decided to whet his appetite with. you want to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he’s having a bad week? maybe he didn’t mean to break up with you; but the longer you try to convince yourself, the sharper his betrayal becomes.

the truth is bitter, inedible, and harsh; it clamps around your mind as the remnants of your heart morphs into ash.

you bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood, but you don’t feel it; how can you, after all that’s happened?

eventually, you hop into your car and drive to your best friend’s house — she’s the only one you can go to, now that you’ve realized that geto is serious about leaving you. after pouring your heart out and downing a few more glasses of wine, your best friend takes you by the shoulders and shakes you repeatedly.

“y/n,” she says calmly, eyes soft and warm, “honestly, babe, you need to move on from him. is he worth all of this trouble?” you consider her question, roll your bottom lip in between your teeth before answering properly.

“of course, he is,” you say quietly, and then a little louder, “my love for him is so strong that i actually think i hate him.” you’ve never seen your best friend so speechless in your life, but there she is, unable to formulate an appropriate enough response to talk you out of this.

but the thing is, as soon as those words leave your mouth, it finally clicks; all the pieces to the jigsaw puzzle set perfectly in place. how could you have been so foolish?

you love him so much that you hate him, and your hatred is so strong that it can only be perceived as love. it’s irrational, maddening, incredibly toxic; but you revel in it. you know what you need to do, you just need time to do it.

days blend into weeks, and weeks to months; you sell your soul to get back your dignity, that determination that geto stupidly overlooked continuously fuels your quest for revenge. you disappear from the city, change your phone number, leave your apartment, and become a nonthreatening ghost from geto’s past. he forgets about you every time he sleeps with someone else, forgets about you whenever he goes on vacation, forgets about you as he whispers the same sweet things to another over and over and over again.

his ego is something to be marveled, and he feels a little unstoppable these days.

six months later, geto finds himself at a stuffy gala — one that his company’s holding to legally siphon money from the upper 1% under the guise of philanthropy — and spends most of the night dodging gojo’s questions over another failed relationship.

“you really don’t think you’re the problem?” gojo says in between sips of champagne, eyeing his best friend through his dark shades, and smiling as if he already knows the answer to that particular question.

geto lets out a frustrated groan and rolls his eyes. “i’m not doing this with you.” because the last thing he needs, is gojo killing his buzz. he glances at the people in attendance, dark eyes flicking over each guest, seemingly uninterested in any of them until you walk in.

he’s not sure it’s you at first, as your beauty captivates him in a way that doesn’t make sense to him. you’re in a pair of heels that look equal parts elegant and enticing, a shimmering, gold gown with a plunging neckline and incredibly high slit. the color offsets the warm undertones of your rich, brown skin that seems silky and otherworldly under all the lights in the room. geto blinks several times, almost as if he can’t believe that it’s you. and, if it wasn’t for gojo making comments about how he didn’t realize you had curves like that, geto might’ve believed you were a figment of his imagination.

how the tables turn.

your date escorts you to a table towards the back, one that’s close enough that geto can watch you properly. something about you is different. he’s not sure if it’s the confidence you exude as you smile coyly at some of the other guests, plump lips curving upward whenever another man asks to make your acquaintance. you keep your head held high, graceful, as if you belong with that crowd — even though geto knows you don’t. you’d never be able to come to an event like this on your own, but he isn’t upset about that.

what he’s upset at, is your date’s hand lingering on your thigh, thumb caressing your knee as he leans over to whisper something in your ear; that’s your cue to smile demurely and swat at his hand. the laugh is well timed — you even throw your head back, offering geto a full view of your elongated neck and round breasts that cling to the fabric of your gown. you excuse yourself under the guise of going to the restroom, and walk past geto without glancing at him — it’s difficult, you so badly want to turn and watch his reaction, but you keep strong, hips swaying as you take the first hallway on your left.

he’s not sure if it’s curiosity, jealousy, or insanity that drives him to get out of his seat and stalk after you. geto was done with you, he knew that — you knew that — but there he is, chasing you like some lovesick teen that can’t seem to get their unrequited crush out of their head. thankfully, the hallway is empty, so when he rounds the corner, he finds you standing there, checking out your reflection in your compact mirror. you feign surprise when you realize someone’s there, one that morphs into temporary confusion before you smile sweetly at your ex-boyfriend.

“well, isn’t this a fun surprise,” you say airily, a sly smile tumbling onto your lips as you make your way over to him. he’s somehow forgotten how to breathe while simultaneously forgetting that you always looked like this — overwhelmingly beautiful and alluring — he just insisted you dress plain on purpose. you like that he’s speechless; you like that his eyes haven’t left you since you walked into the gala. when you get close enough that he can see just how long and thick your lashes are, he finally snaps out of his stupor — somewhat.

“y/n,” he says belatedly, a bit of awe and amusement coloring his voice, “i’m surprised to see you.” what he really wanted to say, was that he’s trying to remember why he broke up with you in the first place — because nothing comes to mind. not when you reach your hand to delicately tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, not when you intentionally place your hand on his chest, and call out his name softly, almost like a whisper before you take a step back.

“i changed my number,” you say in order to drive the point home and pluck your new phone out of your clutch. “and i moved, but i’d love to catch up with you.” he doesn’t say anything when you type your contact information in his phone and when your lips brush against his cheek, he’s reminded of just how much he adored you initially. he wants to ask why you’ve suddenly come back, but the words stick to the roof of his mouth — thick and impossible to remove, slowly rotting through his common sense. it must be some absurd act of possession that has him pull you close enough to brush his lips against yours; you relish in the nostalgia of the moment, with memories of him kissing you spontaneously during your dates — after all, you’ve been in this position so many times before.

the difference? your claws are sharper, dipped in one of the most potent poisons in the world — hatred.

but you have a role to play now: the naïve ex-girlfriend, who knew nothing of the world before meeting him. geto’s ego knows no bounds when you part your lips for him effortlessly, back arching as he runs his hand down it; his fingers are cool against your exposed skin and you shiver from the contact. he smirks at that, liking that he can still get that sort of reaction out of you. time is essential now, so you kiss him suddenly — your lips soft, supple, and sweet as ever.

geto uses that opportunity to slip is tongue inside of your mouth and familiarizes himself with your taste. you whimper softly and he smirks, thinking that he’s somehow won you over all over again, especially when you drag your nails down the back of his neck, scratching his skin without a care. they’re much sharper than he’s known them to be, and while the sting is tolerable, it’s also annoying. yet he can’t seem to pry himself away; your body feels perfect against his, and you surprise him once again when you rub your hand against his cock. geto’s never known you to be that bold before — and in public too? your kiss transforms into something much demanding, and before he realizes it, you’ve unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

a heat passes through both of you — and you almost forget yourself as you fall into a familiar dance, kissing him fervently as you wrap your hand around his cock. it stiffens almost immediately, a painful reminder that he’s still impossibly attracted to you, despite what he told himself months ago. you get drunk off of the power you hold over him — the man who mercilessly crushed your heart and left you alone to deal with the aftermath — and have to remind yourself that you’re only supposed to tease him a bit.

his breathing grows uneven, and it’s comical how he’s forgotten that anyone can easily walk in on you two — he just doesn’t care. he’d fuck you in front of everyone just to prove a damn point. your hand strokes faster, twisting as it moves up and down his thick length, his skin hot and smooth, keeping you in a daze. it’s always been like that with you — getting so hopelessly caught up in him that you forget anything else exists.

a voice in the back of your mind tells you to slow down, but you ignore it — the thrill of feeling each jerk of his hips has you moaning into his mouth, breathlessly kissing him like you have all the time in the world.

except you don’t.

the reality of that hits you faster than you’d like, so you bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. you pull away after, almost innocently and lick the blood off of him. the move practically pushes him over the edge, and he has to tell himself that he shouldn’t try fucking you in that hallway. you do your best to catch your breath and blink slowly as you both look at each other. to give yourself a bit of an edge, you swipe your thumb against the tip of his cock and admire the precum on your hand. you bring it up your lips, tongue gliding against your skin to savor the taste of him. it’s a polarizing and captivating experience; something about that makes him want to kiss you all over again, but he refrains from doing so, instead focusing on tucking himself in and fixing his clothes properly.

if you were cruel, you’d take a picture of this moment — of geto with a slightly heaving chest, flushed cheeks, confusion etched on his face as if he doesn’t understand why he let himself get carried away like that. your lipstick is smeared prettily against his lips — red, intoxicating, and ominous.

you smile at that; happy that you’ve successfully integrated yourself into his life again.

“let’s… pick this up again sometime,” your voice has a strange lilt to it — coy and musical, dangerously sultry. his heart skips a beat, and he thinks he’s gone mad; geto doesn’t swoon or obsess the way others do for him. but you’re different now, much more interesting, and mysterious. he knows there’s something wrong with this picture, but he can’t seem to connect the dots just yet.

he doesn’t get another chance to talk to you, as your date keeps you busy most of the night; you don’t bother looking at geto until the end of the event, where you wiggle your fingers at him before leaving.

as soon as you get into your date’s car, you get a text message from a number you’ve memorized by heart and smile as you mentally list all the things you need to do before your revenge can be complete.

little does he know, you haven’t moved at all; you still own your old apartment, but you don’t stay there. you temporarily moved into your childhood friend’s place — a ritzy, luxurious high-rise apartment by the beach — while they travel for work out of the country. it’s all for show, of course; you need geto (and gojo, by extension) to think you’ve somehow elevated yourself financially, that you’re successfully integrated into similar social circles, that you can casually score invites to lavish events that cater to the wealthy elite. after changing out of your gown and into something comfortable, you decide to pay a visit to your old place; it’s mostly empty, save for your old bedroom.

you poured your savings into surveillance equipment, have monitors set up around the room, have hundreds of candid pictures of geto and the people he frequently associates with over the past six months plastered all along the walls. you’ve scribbled out his face in most of the pics, and have drawn lines and arrows, written incoherent notes to yourself — making connections and scenarios so that your contingency plans are unshakeable.

geto texts you again and you smile to yourself, loving the way you’ve already slithered into his mind after one brief conversation with him. he doesn’t realize you’ve been watching him all this time, doesn’t realize that you placed cameras in his home, doesn’t realize that you have unfiltered access to his computer and phone — it pays to have friends who dabble in those things.

you make some tea before sitting on the cushy computer chair as you watch geto stress over you not texting him back; you chuckle and spin around in your chair, elation building up in your chest, rattling that gilded cage around your heart. he’s so stupid, it’s almost too easy; you open the text thread with him, start typing out a bogus response for a few minutes, then delete it and leave him on read.

it takes him half an hour to really lose his mind over you not texting him back, and all you can do is laugh until tears fall out of your eyes.

you want him to fall so hopelessly in love with you, that you become his very reason for living and breathing. then you want to carve out his heart and leave him behind. a perfect plan, really; there are some kinks you still need to iron out, but you know, in time, that everything will go as planned.

uneasiness settles into geto’s stomach over the next few weeks; you barely text him back, and when he calls, you’re always busy. it’s foolish the way he’s pining after you; he knows it’s just because he hasn’t seen you in a long time, but something about you is just so… different. the way you abruptly cut conversations short with him, how you keep rescheduling lunch and dinner with him; how you intentionally let yourself be seen on social media with various men and women. and even when he wants to delete your number and block you, he can’t seem to do it.

because there’s no logical reason why he should be upset. you two aren’t dating anymore, this is just his lust-ridden brain taking hold of his common sense. or, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

when you do manage to see him for dinner one night, you tease him mercilessly and without remorse. at first, geto thinks he has control over the flow of the conversation. you keep blushing whenever he strokes your palm, giggle appropriately when he bumps his knee against yours, and act demure when he gives you permission to order anything off the menu. and you do; the guilt you used to feel is nowhere to be found, instead you thrive in the high that accompanies spending his money frivolously.

in return, you slide your foot up along his leg — slow and tenuous, the first course in your act to capture his heart completely — flirt heavily without restriction and encourage him to keep ordering drinks. geto grows tired of dragging things out and insists you continue the evening back at his place.

“oh,” you say softly and, after a long drawn out moment, your lips curve into a knowing smile.

after you’re both full and pleasantly tipsy, he takes you to his place; in his mind it won’t be long before he has you begging him to fuck you — and then he can finally be rid of this ridiculous obsession. you barely make it through the door because his hands are all over you, tugging roughly on your dress to take it off of you. if you weren’t so determined to see this through, you’d laugh — at his eagerness, at his annoyance with the matter, at your uncanny ability to fool him into thinking that you really want him back.

you lay on his bed, legs spread wide, arousal dripping from your folds as he kisses along the inside of your thighs. normally, geto is an incredibly selfish lover — but tonight, he busies himself with devouring you entirely. almost like he’s trying to make up for lost time. your skin is littered with bite marks and hickeys, but you don’t mind; a few battle scars are necessary in the long run. an unprecedented hunger takes hold of his mind — drives him to eat your pussy with vigor and passion. you roll your hips forward, nipples hard as you moan his name loudly.

he likes how you’re falling apart for him — and only him; you tug on his hair roughly, nails raking against his scalp when he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. you forgot that when geto puts his mind to something, he really puts in work; his cock is stiff, but he chooses to ignore it for the sake of watching you writhe on his bed, hand pulling on his bed sheet as soon as he slips his lithe fingers inside of you. he pumps them in and out, fast and hard; you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming, but you lose your composure quickly.

the orgasm leaves you panting and whimpering, softly moaning when geto continues to lap at your pussy, despite how sensitive you feel. you get on all fours without prompting and rub your ass against his cock. the sight is erotic and has him gliding the tip of his cock along your wet pussy, an act that wholly surprises him, even more so when he barely gives you warning before driving his cock inside of your tight hole.

again, he wonders what is different; he’s fucked you more times than he can count, and yet this feels completely new — as if you’re not you, but someone else. and he’s so close to the truth, yet so far away that you try your best not to laugh, even as he powers into you over and over, his cock thick and imposing as his pace picks up.

he knocks his hips against you, strokes lethal but pleasurable. you hiss when he grabs a fistful of your hair, but you let him do it anyway — you want to bide your time before the big finale, of course. geto’s mind melts the longer his cock is inside of you, your plush, warm walls tight around him, squeezing in a way that has him moaning your name out loud.

it surprises him, actually, but he doesn’t stop himself; if anything, he’s more invigorated as he continues to fuck you like you’re the only one he ever thinks about. and, while it probably is true, you also know geto more than he knows you. he pulls out of you suddenly, half in a daze and entirely hooked on your body, and slaps your ass before telling you to ride him instead.

it's almost too easy at this point because this is exactly what you want.

you take your time climbing on top and rub your pussy along his length, grinding and rolling your hips teasingly. his frustration gets the best of him when he grabs your hips to hold you steady.

“y/n,” he warns, voice low and husky. you like him like this — too consumed with lust to realize just how much danger he’s in.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you say almost a little too convincingly, lifting up before sinking down slowly, his cock filling you up in the best sort of way. he’s in heaven, clearly; the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in, your arousal dripping onto his skin — your pussy is the gift that keeps on giving, he tells you offhandedly. you laugh and laugh and laugh, determined to snatch his soul out of his body every time you impale yourself on his cock.

his nails sink into your skin when he holds onto your hips, lifting his upwards to thrust inside of you deeply.

“you know, suguru,” your voice is breathy and hypnotizing, his eyes are glazed over and unfocused; you place your hands on his headboard, under the guise of holding on so he can fuck you properly, but really you’re reaching behind to grab the knife you’ve taped to the back of it. “you’re a shitty person.” there’s confusion etched onto his pretty face, and you chuckle darkly  as you buck your hips against his and brandish the knife in front of him.

he'd noticed that it went missing from his set days ago, but figured he’d misplaced it.

“where did you get that?” he grunts when you clench your pussy around him, still riding him as if this is a common occurrence for both of you.

you continue talking as if he didn’t ask a valid question and gently tap his cheek with the flat part of the blade. “you broke my heart, turned my love into ash,” you ride him harder, your ass bouncing on his hips, and he’s much more aroused than he should be. which is alarming because he isn’t stopping you at all. “and you went about your life like i never mattered.” that part still hurt, and you don’t think as you hold the knife to his throat, the blade sharp enough that it knicks his skin when you lean forward.

he knows he should tell you to stop, but for some reason, it’s as if he’s paralyzed by your confession. he deserves it, he knows that, but you refuse to have any sort of sympathy for him. a bit of blood drips down his neck and you stab the blade onto his pillow, nearly missing his face. he actually fucking flinches and it makes you laugh again.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” you almost pity him. almost.

geto’s life literally flashes before his eyes. he’s never seen you this ruthless; the soft, demure woman he knew before is gone — in her place, is someone cold and demanding, someone who won’t hesitate to maim him if he toes the line.

his skin blanches and he swallows hard, words lodged deep in his throat. he doesn’t know what to say to you. “i—”

you run your tongue along his jaw, and grin triumphantly when he shivers uneasily. “you don’t get it, do you? you’re mine forever.” he wants to ask what you mean by that, but you don’t give him the chance. “i hate you so much, that i want to watch the life drain from your eyes.”

it’s morbid and unreal, but it feels right. “that’s also a form of love, right?” you’re not making any sense, and you don’t care; you’ve deviated from your plan — you intended to drag things out, but once he started fucking you and acting like he was running the show all over again, you snapped. “you’re mine forever, understand?”

he had every opportunity to grab the knife, to shake you off of him, but you keep moving your hips, keep moaning for him, and keep kissing him like you want to breathe in his essence. he’s trapped and probably will never find his way out; he realizes now, that your return wasn’t a coincidence. it was planned. it’s fear that keeps him on that bad, that lets you keep fucking him until you’re satisfied, and when he finally cums, you smile wickedly and pick the knife up again.

“there’s no one who will love you the way i do, baby.”

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hii! oml i'm like in love with ur writing ajsksemnsns

i was wondering if i could request something? i really wanna see 2 yandere, sadistic, villain whumpers x a hero whumpee ?? maybe a scene where their trying to lure hero in "going home" with them? thank you !! ^^

OHMYGOSH YOU ARE LITERALY THE SWEETEST STOP TYSMMM WAAAA <<33

Okay ik i say this with every piece BUT IMMA BE HONEST i am not happy with this and i am SOOOO sorry if this is not what you were asking of. DONT BE SHY TO BAP ME AND TELL ME IF YOU WNTED SMTHN ELSE HDUIHD BUT HAVE SOME WORDS WOOO (i am also so sorry its so short, it just kinda stopped where it gave the vibes it stopped? YK? HUIDHKHDHH)

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“Leaving so soon?” Villain cooed, their eyes boring into Hero as they froze. 

“They…they won…SuperVillain won..” Hero mumbled, “I’m keeping my end of the deal, I’ll lay off your territory.” Their hand wrapped around their side as the familiar dull ache crawling along their ribs sent electric bolts sparking from pain, “Co-congrats.”

Hero was soon stopped as Villain 2 stepped right in front of them. They jumped, “Whe-when did you get here?”

Villain 2 smirked before cupping Hero’s cheek, brushing their thumb along Hero’s bruised cheekbone, “The least we could do is patch you up, hm?” Hero gulped, wincing slightly from the slight tingle of pain, “I…I just want to go home, I’m really tired,” Hero practically whimpered, jesus they were weak.

Villain 2 pouted, tilting their head gently. “Come home with us,” Villain smirked, “We’ll take care of you, baby-” Hero jumped but relaxed into Villain’s hand as it gently played with their hair, “-No one else will lay a hand on you” They whispered, a fire of jealousy roaring in their chest.

Villain 2 gently moved their thumb, feeling the soft, bloodied skin , “You’re such a pretty little thing…”

Hero’s brain was full of incoherent thoughts layered one on top of each other. They were so confused. Villains were bad, they were bad but… but after getting so hurt, all they wanted was comfort. Without these two Villain’s, they would be going back to their apartment, cook up some food and just go to bed. Alone. Nobody who could just… hold them

They gulped as a tear slowly made its way down their face, “I-I’m sorry-” Their throat felt tight from holding in all this feeling. “I’m sorry I’m so weak-” Villain quickly caught them as they fell, collapsing into sobs. Villain 2 clenched their jaw and glared up at Villain, “I’m going to fucking kill SuperVillain.”

Villain nodded, their fingers carding through Hero’s curls, “Absolutely. But we need to look after our priorities. Once they’re home with us and patched up, SuperVillain’s dead meat.”

They gently turned Hero so they lay on their back against Villain. They tucked a curl behind their ear and smiled, “Don't worry, doll, we’ll protect you. All you need is us. No one else.” Villain reached for their pocket and slid the gun across the ground, nodding at Villain 2 who took it and pocketed it before walking off.

Hero whimpered at the loss of a person but the gentle touch on their chest relaxed them, “Heyheyhey, it's alright, they’ve just gone to the shop quickly, need to get you all strengthened up, you're safe with me, I promise SuperVillain will never hurt you ever again.” They felt something tug at their chest. Hero needed them. The two villain’s are the one and only things Hero ever needed, “Never.”

#THANKIE SMM ANONNNN #AAAA I LOVE ASKSSSSS #hero whumpee #(i have not written that in ages LMFAO) #supervillain whumper #villain caretaker #multiple caretakers #whump aftermath #fluff #kinda? #I THINK I MADE THE VILLAINS TOO SOFT IM SORRY #AM MISSING MY GF AND AM IN UWU HOURS HUIDHDJ #yandere villain #yandere whump #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o #asks my beloved

[luv-kae]

who in jjk i think would smell the best ( not in order )

i was reading a random drabble that briefly mentioned the reader breathing in sukuna’s scent and went 🤔 so jus bc nobody asked, here u go

gojo obvi

* i feel like this is a given cus this is mr. satoru spoiled brat gojo

* so he probably switches between several expensive ass colognes that either has ppl turning heads when he walks by or is too much for other ppl

* n maybe this is too cliche but either way, he just smells like he’s fucking loaded cus ofc he is

* ok lwk he gives me dior sauvage cus hes a little WHORE

* he just might stick w somewhat sweeter scents tho cus we all know he’d breath sugar if he could

* he’s such a pretty boy too so i feel like he also has good smelling hair products

nanami

* even tho ken ken is a big workaholic, i feel like he would try his absolute best to take care of himself when it comes to his hygiene

* like theres no way he spends every waking hour in his lil work suit and doesn’t make sure he smells the part too

* w that being said, he’d probably have like a single, pretty decent cologne that he’d stick w that probably smells warm and like professional idfk

sukuna

* HEAR ME OUT

* i just feel like he’d b kinda like gojo and have a couple expensive ass colognes that he sprays occasionally

* but like idk if he’d b consistent w it cus lets be real, that man dont give not one fuck

* but i also feel like he does care just a smidge but acts like he doesn’t so maybe he is consistent idk

* and i may be biased but i just feel like his cologne unironically smells SOOOO good

* idk the specifics but i feel like smth warm and woody? idk

geto

* ok i went back n forth in my head abt this one

* cus it’s not that i think he’d smell bad at all cus yk he’s big on hygiene

* but i also don’t know if he’d rlly wear cologne or anything unless it was a special occasion

* but similar to gojo, he’d probably have good smelling hair products cus duh

* but like i feel like his signature scent would just b like…him idk LMFAO

* but at the same time, his natural scent would probably b oddly comforting

* like yk how u can tell when someone smells like their house?? and then for some it kinda makes you feel safe in a way?? idk maybe im weird but thats how i feel like he’d smell

* on the other hand, i wanna say he might have like one or two rlly good colognes cus this is the same mf that convinced ppl to join a cult jus cus hes hot

honorable mention: nobara

* one of jjk’s it girls, you can’t tell me she don’t smell good

* she also has a shopping addiction likeeeee the signs r all there

* i feel like she probably has a rlly nice floral perfume or smth

* hate to self insert but i could also see her being a vanilla scent fein like me…

* like i cant tell if she gives me cherry blossom or amber vanilla vibes

idk thats rlly all for rn !

#so many conflicting thoughts abt toji tho #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #sukuna ryomen #nanami kento #satoru x you

[sugar-omi]

any headcanons for what kind of sex toys the boys have? for themselves or their partners. who is the most embarrassed to go shopping for them and why is it derek? (ik cove seems the most obvious, but I think once they start fucking he is all about making you happy. plus he talks in the dlc abt "running out of supplies quickly" so we know he's gotta go like. all the time)

NO BC I HALF ASSED READ WHAT YOU SAID (my cat keeps begging for snacks, someone tell him it's a 1 time thing just for his 2nd bday like calm down Mr. fat cakes🤨) N I WAS ABT TO SAY DEREK THEN I REALIZED U SAID DEREK

anyway so conclusion is I agree. anyway imma go in order of cove, baxter, derek...

cove:

straps/dildos for days. I feel like he's a Little obsessed w stretching you out

mm I'm thinking flogger or smth as well since he likes pain sm

COCK RINGS.

maybe even blindfold as well bc sometimes he gets embarrassed n I think the lights off thing goes a bit deeper sometimes...

would love if you used it on him too but also he'd be so whiny n breathy if you're laid out for him n waiting n reacting strongly to his every touch n move...

omg how do we feel abt nipple clamps

you don't have to use em but I can totally see it for him, he'd look so cute w those

ooo what abt butt plugs, I think he kinda likes the stretch n sensation yk👀

definitely has a few vibes bc he wants to see how you react, how you shake...

he also has weird shaped dildos I'm not ngl to you. not tentacle level, but definitely weird ridges and knots🫣

baxter:

so he's into bdsm right... (I'll add the link here Inna bit)

I've said it a million times, but bondage.

he's a total rope bunny n a rigger. doesn't even have to be the typical rope, will tie you or himself up with long silky ribbons and ofc his tie if you're in a hurry/rlly frisky

basically a fucking vibrator collector

omg he's a vibrating pantie type of man too

another flogger/paddle man

definitely wants you to stuff him w a toy, vibrating or plug, and have him wear it all day <33

I think marking is a thing for him. signs of ownership

so hickeys ofc, but he would not be above collaring 👀 even if it's just limited to the bedroom or the collar is like a NANA situation or jewelry w your initials on it...

derek:

sweet summer child he is🫶🫶

even just flavored condoms/lube flusters him...

stuffing him is the way to go, lots of dildos and butt plugs are good

bullet vibes/magic wands...

highly suggest using a fleshlight on him, he'd be so cute to watch

I also suggest trying to sexual card/board games w him to spice things up, see what happens

also after I said the vibe panty thing w baxter I thought abt cove... have you seen how the girls beg their men to turn it down? that's so cove. all whiny n squirmy m barely able to stay on his feet. ofc he wouldn't be in the middle of the mall but fuck if you don't take it outside (baxter n cove are big outdoor sex men, as if it's surprising... the farthest derek can go is your balcony overlooking an empty beach or your car in the middle of no where, hes shyyy)

#olba #cove holden #baxter ward #derek suarez #smut

[bitzandbotz]

Rolfe Dewolfe Headcanons!

He is my current microwave blorbo (he is rotating around in my brain rn) and I have many thoughts about him!

This post is sfw of course!

He has a huge inferiority complex and some major ego issues. Bro is a little delulu but we love that.

I headcanon that Wolfman (lead singer of The Wolf Pack 5) is his older brother. This is where a large majority of his insecurities stem from, as his brother is far more well-liked and successful than he is.

He struggles to emulate Wolfman’s natural charm and charisma, so his attempts come off as forced and disingenuous as a result… Just ✨neurodivergent things✨

Not a headcanon but he forged prescriptions for pain medication???? Back pain allegedly, according to the Smitty’s introduction tape at least. Perhaps he’s a chronic pain king who couldn’t afford them!

I know it’s heavily implied that Earle is his own entity and whatnot, but I personally prefer the idea that Rolfe is just using his puppet to vent his frustrations with… Well, himself! It’s his own way of trying to tell people he’s self aware, but everyone seems to take his outlandish persona seriously…

Going based on that headcanon, he’d have to have some good vocal range too. His singing voice might not be the best but he’s definitely got some good impressions up his sleeve.

He’s funnier when he’s being authentic and not trying to be funny, if that makes sense. His jokes on stage are all very corny but behind the scenes I think he has his own unique sense of humor that the others often miss out on.

He loves disco. Canon technically, but it’s cute enough to mention. He was probably going to a lot of discotechs back when he was younger, since he was likely a young man during the time period in which disco would be relevant.

Age wise I feel like he’d be somewhere in his 30s-40s. Gray is a common color for wolves but he gives washed up celebrity vibes, yk?

He could wear shoes but he chooses not to wear them, it’s a sensory thing. He doesn’t like how constricting they feel, and I’d imagine it’d be hard finding shoes in his size anyway.

He’s the typa fella to go to sleep with that old ahh nightgown and the long droopy hat and comically flap his jowls when he snores.

Him and Fats bicker a lot but I think it’s mostly playful banter, they’re the kind of friends who start fake beef with each other just for fun. Fats is probably the one he’s closest to out of the band members, since they have a mutual understanding of one another and what makes each other tick.

Absolutely a terrible shopper. Do not send him to the store (even with a list), he will buy the most expensive versions of everything and a bunch of stuff you didn’t ask for (he only wants the best for you but he can’t keep paying 50$ for orange juice 😭).

In denial about his wrinkles. He’s still fresh as a daisy, or at least that’s what he tells you. His rosy cheeks are real though, no makeup needed for those.

If he gets frustrated enough he’ll do that dog thing that’s not a growl but a little bit of a low rumble.

In high school, he was the “weird puppet guy.” It was like every social interaction with him was a dry run for his future standup routines, he’d never talk to anyone without Earle also being involved in the conversation. It was a comfort thing for him, and it made interacting with others easier, but most people thought he was just weird for it. Once again I say ✨neurodivergent things✨

Avid vest and bowtie collector of course. He’s like Saul Goodman if he didn’t wear pants.

He knows how to play some weirdly specific instrument that sadly wouldn’t fit in with the rest of the bands lineup, but it’s something you’d never know until you’re like shopping for a replacement for your instrument and you see him trot over to a fucking theremin and start making some alien invasion ahh music

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