#g: psh

[philhoffman]

New photos of Phil at the premiere of Hideous Kinky in New York City, April 1999!

#BEAUTIFUL BOY 🌹🌹🌹 #philip seymour hoffman #psh #* #I’d only seen ONE photo from this premiere before. his pretty red curls <3 #the most gorgeous I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #g*tty images you will never win. I will always defeat your watermarks

[cavsthighs]

everyone be fucking quiet for a second

#*laughs* im in danger #g #rowey #gluke #please excuse the christmasness. im having a minute. #there are so many more of these i just chose the piniest ones because i love to suffer #also g looks. SO fucking comfy i wanna squeeze and snuggle him like a teddy bear. so does Lu-- #lukes christmas sweater game is weak as hell by the way. psh

[tqyzilla96]

2023 seinfeld episode where George dates a "health guru" and he starts swearing off red dye 40 for her. Until, he finds out that one of his favorite drinks had red dye 40, and he gets into an argument with her because he won't stop drinking it. They end up breaking up and he goes back to eating red dye 40.

#J: I thought you said that had red dye 40 in it and you weren't gonna eat it- how come you're all of the sudden eating red dye 40 again? #G: Red dye 40? psh- I figured if we're gonna die anyways why should i limit myself. Red dye 40 red dye shmourty. #seinfeld

[nevalizona]

Stevie Stephanie don't make an oc that comes from Washington challenge😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#every stinkin' one lately #fun fact! Genevieve was from Oregon originally #but i was like psh i should have her come from the best state actually #let me clarify** best state in the pnw lol #tbf only like 2 or 3 of my m3 ocs are from wa- the rest are from somewhere else i think🤭 #but im going to start making g*a ocs soon and u can bet your behind a handful will be from wa #what can i say- im really loving my state rn lmao #stevie.txt #text #m*fia game #game about morally gray folks

[boyfhee]

IRRESISTIBLE ⌇ PSH

g fluff, est. relationship w kissing, petnames bc im a weak woman, maybe suggestive idk wc 0.5k note calling all the hoonists

you sense it from a mile away, the pleading eyes and needy pout on your boyfriend’s face as he steps out of the bedroom, sauntering towards you lazily with his steps laced with hope and hesitation. 

a sigh falls off your lips as you close the book you’ve been reading, putting it on the table behind you. “don’t you even dare, hoon,”

it’s only been three hours. 

“what?” the couch sinks in a little as he sits opposite to you, pouting even more. it’s been three hours since he woke up, three hours of him following you around, hoping for a kiss. “i can’t believe you’re keeping me from getting my beloved kisses,”

“giving me that face is not going to work,” your words are stern with hints of certainty and rejection, a tone sunghoon doesn’t fancy. and much to your disappointment, your words only make the pout on his face morph into a frown.

“c’mon, just one kiss, please,”

“last time you said that, we ended up making out for thirty minutes and you got late for your schedule,” and ironically enough, it’s the same scenario right how— him asking for a kiss before he leaves for whatever schedules he has for the day. truthfully, kissing him isn’t a problem, the process is. 

it’s the way it feels. 

“i’m a changed man now,” he sounds a little too prideful when he says that, trying his best to convince you, clearly vexed by this whole situation. “stop playing hard to get, sweetheart. i know you want to kiss me too,”

“fine, just five minutes,” is what you both settle on when he nods at your words, leaning in towards you, tracing his thumb over your lips ever so gently. “and keep your tongue to yourself,”

“mhm, whatever you say,” you know he’s going to do it anyway, and you can’t be bothered to comment back. you’re too busy savouring the moment as his lips graze against your jaw, trailing down to your neck before you hear him chuckle softly. “see, i knew you couldn’t wait to kiss me. i look very kissable, i know that,”

and you just roll your eyes, pretending to disagree although the smile on your face says otherwise. he’s irresistible, you know that, he knows that. he feels it in the way your head tilts back, an invitation for him to continue. “bragging about yourself makes you very unkissable, hoon,”

the tip of his nose brushes against your neck, fluttering kisses pressed all the way down to your collarbone. “then, shut me up,” 

and you do, pressing your lips against him; a kiss that deepens when his hands settle on your nape, pulling you closer. you’re reminded again— it’s the process of kissing sunghoon that is the problem. the feeling, his lips on yours, how intoxicatingly sweet it feels and how you end up drowning in the taste, despite all the refusal from just a few minutes ago. 

you feel him smiling against your lips, a sign that the history is repeating itself, because his hand is on your waist, tongue brushing against your lips, his phone is buzzing on the table just a few steps away— probably a call from sunoo. another scheduled attended late, but sunghoon doesn’t care because you’re in his arms, and it’s not long until you finally give in.

just like he wanted. 

#—approved. #k-labels #enhanet #hyfenet #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon imagines #i am going INSANEEEEE i want this so bad #sunghoon kiss me

[astralnymphh]

i can't fucking sleep i keep thinking of this fucking pic it's giving gf!ellie getting all preppy to meet ur parents, this white top paired with black jeans that aren't ripped to distress, her nicest black boots that she polishes herself, acting so innocent and pure-hearted knowing damn well she was squeezing the blub of your thigh under the tablecloths' concealing nature, pinkie sticking out to graze your veiled clit. oh she'd annoy the fuck outta you, so bad, you had to yank her across the hall by the collar into your old bedroom, scolding her with a pout. finding it cute, she just ignores your words and seals you quiet with her lips, groping your ass, flipping you over, fucking you with a hand muzzling all those moans while her finger scissors you open and abuses your g–spot, sodden in your dripping wet pussy, jerking your clit wildly to get you squirting all over her arm and the poor wooden floor, elated by the fact everyone else in that house might hear, admittedly. sucks her fingers clean of you with a pursed prideful grin whilst walking out, whispering from her wine-warm lips, "psh, made you a dumb slut for my fingers, are you really that easy?"

should I write a smut on this.. maybe make it my 1k special when I get there?

(img from angel gbc on insta)

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams concept #ellie williams pictures #ellie williams headcanons #gf!ellie

[star-my]

Ateez Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @thecarnivaloflies for creating their own rec list that I gathered some of these from!

OT8/Multi

☆ Arranged Marriage with Prince!Ateez scenarios by @nateezfics | Prince AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k

☆ Black Ocean series by @bvidzsoo | Pirate AU, Siren AU, Royalty AU | 14-40k each

☆ Hooked by @songmingisthighs | SMAU Uni AU, Fake Dating AU |

☆ boyfriend!ateez discovering you write smut scenarios by @eightmakesonebraincell | SMAU |

☆ Rating BFF!Ateez as Valentine's dates by @bluehwale | SMAU |

☆ Blue Bird by @seonghwaddict | Mafia AU | CS + JWY | 7k

☆ one more rep by @cheollipop | PT AU, Model AU | CS + JWY | 7k

☆ time of love by @desayunho | SMAU Neighbours AU | CS + JWY |

☆ Arriba by @teeskz | Uni AU | KHJ + JYH + CS + SMG + JWY | 13k

☆ Splish Splash by @atozfic | Uni AU, Athlete AU | PSH + JYH + CS + JWY | 20k

☆ Light it Up! by @cybrsan | Hala AU, Dystopian AU | KHJ + PSH | 4k

☆ Triple Threat by @huihuiheart | CS + JWY + CJH | 6k

Kim Hongjoong

☆ Wanbelyn by @songmingisthighs | SMAU, Doctor AU, Single Parent AU, Nanny AU (Ongoing) |

☆ Marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3 | F2L Uni AU | 13k

☆ guns and roses by @baekhvuns | E2L Mafia AU | 6k

Park Seonghwa

☆ mr & mrs park by @baekhvns | E2L Mafia AU, Single Parent AU, Nanny AU | 50k

☆ bodyguard by @baekhvns | S2F2L Mafia AU, Bodyguard AU | 38k

☆ just friends by @baekhvuns | R2L Model AU | 37k

☆ paradigm + paradigm, pt 2 by @yoongiseesawmp3 | F2FWB2L Coworkers AU, Bar AU | 12k

☆ facade by @gamerwoo | S2L Arranged Marriage AU, Royalty AU, Assassin AU | 26k

Jeong Yunho

☆ your hand by @smileysuh | Coworkers AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 7k

Kang Yeosang

☆ badboy!yeosang by @ateezmakemeweep | High School AU, Bad Boy AU | 18k

☆ entropy by @in-san-ity | S2F2L Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 21k

☆ crash landed on you by @atozfic | S2E2F2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 20k

☆ Graveyard Dares and Bitemarks by @harmonie-writes | F2L Vampire AU | 5k

☆ Sweeter than Candy by @hwalyn | E2L SMAU (Ongoing), Uni AU |

Choi San

☆ lowkey by @arafilez | FWB2L | 3k

☆ the law of attraction by @yuyusuyu | F2L Uni AU | 3k

☆ perfidy by @in-san-ity | S2F2L Uni AU, Mafia AU | 21k

☆ Will you join me? by @kyun-toast | E2L/R2L Mafia AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ after all, you're my wife by @astayinwonderland | Arranged Marriage AU, Mafia AU | 3k

☆ texts with ateez (+ crush san) by @baekhvuns | SMAU

☆ the scentist by @k-hotchoisan | Neighbours AU | 5k

☆ it's you series by @minisugakoobies | BFB AU, Roommates AU, Secret Relationship AU | 9k+

☆ The Art of Climbing the Corporate Ladder series by @ennysbookstore | S2F2L Coworkers AU, Office AU | 29k

☆ Obvious + Claiming by @huihuiheart | Established Relationship AU, Hybrid/Omegaverse AU | 4k

Song Mingi

☆ preying on you tonight by @bvidzsoo | E2L Werewolf AU, Witch AU, Uni AU | 29k

☆ Genesis by @songmingisthighs | S2F2L SMAU, CEO AU |

Jung Wooyoung

☆ upstairs neighbour wooyo series by @mangiverse | SMAU R2F2L Neighbours AU |

☆ tits out by @captain-joongz | BFF2L Uni AU | 7k

☆ body talk series by @jungkxook | BFF2L Uni AU | 28k+

☆ All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss by @cocobeanncteez | F2L | 3k

☆ Two Can Play by @huihuiheart | Werewolf AU | 2k

Choi Jongho

☆ zemblanity by @in-san-ity | S2F2L Mafia AU, Bodyguard AU | 24k

#ateez fic recs #group: atz #member: ot8 #type: fic

[lemmetreatya]

Not Eren being all "babe, can you sit on my face, I'm so pussy-deprived right now!" when you're on hold with someone on the phone. And even when you bring it up he's all, "psh, those things always take forever. We'll be done by the time they're back" You are not done by the time they're back.

he’d be so annoying with this shit like he just wouldn’t care whatever you were doing, if he wanted his pussy then he got it 🥴🥴

contents: smut, oral (f!recieve), fingering, eating out, cunnilingus, fem!rec, cumming, orgasms

“You’ve been placed on hold.”

This was about the seventh time you’ve heard that phrase since Eren convinced you that you needed to use his face as a seat — which you weren’t too phased about — but still! You had a call to take!

Yet according to Eren, that was more than enough time for him to have a quick meal.

“God, Renny, right there. Like right fucking there.”

You continued to rut your slick cunt against Eren’s face, his mouth not missing to suck fearsomely on the bud of your clit.

“Taste so good, baby. Love your pussy so much. Addicted.” He muttered into your folds, his tongue and nose stained with the juice of your love.

To elevate some of the pressure off of him — to return the favour — you fumbled your hand downwards towards Eren’s crotch, your ass splaying beautifully in his face as you palmed at his semi hard cock.

“Mmmg…” He vibrated into your core, your pussy automatically flexing over his tongue at the sensation.

There was a euphoric feeling of wanton as Eren reached up to spread the meat of your cunt apart so that he could eat into you better. At that, your mouth hung ajar and slack, stray dribble seeping from both of your swollen lips.

“Ouuuhh, I’m gonna cum over your face, Ren. G-gonna fucking cum everywhere and mess your face with all this wet slick baby.”

You could feel the familiar bubbling in your stomach at your impending orgasm, your rutting becoming so embarrassingly desperate as you chased your high on top of your beau’s face.

Suddenly, the line from your phone crackled and a voice spoke out from the receiver.

“Hello, sorry for the wait. How may I assist you?”

You replied, but not in accordance to the greeting over the phone. Instead, you felt your climax wash over you as you came in accordance with Eren’s tongue lapping at your exceedingly sweet juices.

“Fuck, Eren! Fuck, fuck, yes, uh.”

The man continued to milk you through your orgasm, his own hips slowly rutting into your hand that had a hold over his bulge. The person over the receiver however, wasn’t as clued up.

“H-hello? Is everything okay?”

Utterances of pleasure skewed from underneath your sighs. Your head hung low as you tried to catch your breath but in post nut clarification, you slightly turned your head in Eren’s direction.

“I told you we wouldn’t make it.” You softly groan, however there was no bite to your words.

The brunette on the other hand only looked up at you with a wide grin, his face glistening with the moist of your fruit as he licked his fingers clean.

“Oh, I knew we wouldn’t. Just didn't wanna wait to eat you out.”

You playfully slap the thigh of his leg before reaching your hand out to your phone that was still on call.

“Hi, yes, hello. Sorry for the wait.” You instantly pried in a sweet voice into the receiver. You look back to give Eren a quick look before sitting yourself back down onto his face.

The person on the other line clears their throat.

“Ah. Is…everything okay now?”

Feeling Eren dig his fingers back between your folds, you let out a soft sigh of overstimulated pleasure.

He couldn’t just ever behave.

“Yes, everything's fine.” You squeeze out. “I was just slightly distracted.”

#eren jeager smut #eren x reader #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren x y/n #eren x yn #eren x black reader #eren x fem!reader

[onmyyan]

hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #gabe delmont #ashley hunt #ricky delmont #Marcos delmont #manny delmont #diego dumas

[goqmir]

GEORGE: She Glimpsed me, Jerry!

JERRY: She glimpsed you?

G: Glimpsed!

J: Wait-wait-wait-- the girl from the game store Glimpsed you? The one buying her first precon?

G: I was seein' so much tomorrow I witnessed the second coming!

J: On the first date? I thought she was coming over to try out 60 card for the first time. Didn't you start her out with something simple? Boros?

G: It was her deck! Says her friend helped her make it. Psh.

J: Women. Combo players! The lot of 'em.

ELAINE looks up from her newspaper.

E: So, what was it? Shardless Agent?

G: ...Violent Outburst.

ELAINE clicks her tongue.

J: Landfall?

GEORGE squints his eyes.

G: What do you think? I was up to my ass in Omnath!

J: Shame.

A beat passes.

J: Seeing her again?

G: Psh. Yeah right.

KRAMER enters the scene. AUDIENCE cheers.

K: Any of you three have a copy of Crashing Footfalls?

#mtg

[moralesmilesanhour]

Random Miles G. Headcanon that I want to take root: It's been canonically confirmed that 1610!Miles has an Eidetic Memory (photographic) by the director. I headcanon that 42!Miles has an Echoic memory (auditory). If he's dealing with the Sinister Six cartel in Earth-42, then once Mephisto speaks, he can't trick young blud no matter how good his outward disguise is or if he's using a voice modulator. Nobody can mask their voice to fool 42!Miles. Remember that scene in ITSV where 1610!Miles has to ask Peter what are the last two digits of Doc Ock's password, because he couldn't remember since Peter said it so fast? Well, 42!Miles would have only needed to hear it once. Psh, get those two boys in the same room and nobody will be able to lie effectively ever again. They'll have the receipts. What do you think of the headcanon? Feel free to add or modify.

Woahhh I didn’t know this that's so cool! I like the idea of Miles G being more on the auditory side of things. [Nature documentary voice] It makes sense for his darker environment, where everything is on fucking fire

#hell yeah anon #keep these cool tidbits coming!! #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles g morales #asks #spiderman across the spiderverse

[contentloadingandstuff]

Lisa x Male!Reader Oneshot - Library Duty

CW: Male!Reader, not proofread. Just a silly and short fic.

“Tale of Winter, Tales of Winter, Tales of Winter…” You guide your finger along the bookshelf. “Oh! Here you are.”

You pull the dusty volume out, and give it a few rubs with the back of your hand. The cover is plain, only the three words written in golden font standing out from the washed-out green background. 

You turn away and walk towards the stairs back to the top floor of the library. You jog up the steps, and you see two familiar figures behind the receptionist’s desk. Lumine and Paimon are writing something on the machine Lisa, now seated in the background and sipping tea ordered a while ago. They seem to be too absorbed to notice you standing in front of them. They look up at you simultaneously, and Paimon clears her throat.

“Hello, sir! Are you here to borrow, or return?” Her voice is just as squeaky as always. 

“To borrow, specifically - to borrow this book.” You place the tome on the desk, looking over to Lisa. She sends you a wink.

Her mischievous smile is just begging you to do something amusing. Just as always. Hm, why not humor her a little?

“Do you have a library card here, sir?” Lumine asks.

“Hm? Oh, I don’t. But you got me interested… What are the benefits of having one?”

“You can borrow books for longer, and you have early access to new publications. Also, you automatically join Miss Lisa’s book club, and you can attend its gatherings on Saturdays at 7 PM.” The floating fairy almost sounds like a salesman. You smile. 

“Then I would like to make one, please.”

“Alright… May I have some identification?” Lumine looks up at you.

You pat your pockets for a moment, before sighing theatrically. 

“Sorry… I left it at home. Can I just tell you all you need to know from memory?”

“I suppose that can work, sir.” Lumine pulls out a fresh piece of paper, and hands it to Paimon. The creature pulls out a jet feather from the inkwell, and places it against the paper.

“Your name and surname, mister?”

“Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz.”

Both of them stop and look up at you in surprise.

“Brzęczyszczykiewicz.” You repeat, barely containing a laugh. “Grzegorz.”

Paimon’s mouth hangs slightly open, but she shakes her head and focuses again. 

“Hm. I see.”

She puts the quill on the paper, clearing her throat.

“Gsh… gshe… psh… pshe… be… bshe…” Her small face turns and twists, steam nearly coming out from her ears due to how fast her brain cogs are working.

“Brzęczyszczykiewicz.” Lisa is covering her mouth with her gloved hand, her body tense from how hard she tries to keep quiet.

“Agh! Traveler!” She throws the feather on the table and crumbles up the paper. “I, um, I mean. Traveler?” 

She turns to her companion.

“Can you write it on the typewriter, please? I’ll go and put those books back!” She motions to the bin of returns, and before Lumine can protest, the floating lavender melon is already gone.

Lumine sighs and rubs her forehead. She types a few words on the sheet before she shyly asks:

“Your name and surname, sir?”

“Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz.” You say it with pride and confidence.

“Grzh… How??”

“Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz.”

Lumine is sweating visibly. “Can you… Can you spell it out sir?”

“Sure thing. G-r-z-e-g-o-r-z B-r-z-ę-c-z-y-s-z-c-z-y-k-i-e-w-i-c-z.”

Muttering to herself, she punches in a very rough version of the word. When she finishes, a bright smile of satisfaction creeps up on her face. The girl looks up at you again.

“Where were you born, sir?”

“Chrząszczyżewoszyce, powiat Łękołody.”

Lumine’s arms fall limp, and her expression turns to one of defeat. She hides her face in her hands. All of a sudden, Lisa bursts into laughter. You join in with a chuckle, and Lumine looks up at you two in pure confusion.

Lisa gets up from her chair. She walks towards the desk, and bends over it. “Don’t worry cutie, we were just messing with you, right Y/N?”

“That’s right.” You lean closer to her, your noses just millimeters away from each other. “Y/N… I like how it sounds coming from your lips.”

Lisa smiles seductively, and moves her hand to gently lift up your chin. “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. You like hearing that, don’t you, my dear?”’

“Mhm.” You look each other deep in the eyes.

Lumine, her face now beet-red, fakes a cough.

“Um… do you… still want that library card, sir?”

Thanks for reading!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #fluff #genshin impact lisa #lisa minici #lisa #lisa x reader #lisa x male reader #lisa x you #lisa x y/n #lisa fluff #crack?

[mochiimadness]

Hi! Can i request a headcannon for rottmnt where the guys find out their s/o is a huge fan of horror & mystery. Like for example buzzfeed unsolved and movies like the conjuring and/or it? Thank you!

Neon Leon

Leo’s a huge horror skeptic

“Psh, ghosts aren’t real! It’s probably just the wind.”

Which means for the most part, he isn’t afraid to watch horror movies or read scary stories

Which is great for you!

He won’t object to watching them

But

He also, well, a huge-

H u g e

Critic

“That isn’t even possible!”

“How did he catch up to them, he was walking!”

It can get to be a bit much

If you’re fine with that, cool!

Critique with him, you two will end up laughing at most of the movies and stories

(Mikey walks by and sees you two laughing at the scariest thing he’s seen and is convinced you two are possessed-)

If you’re not okay with that, just let him know!

He won’t take offense

Realizes his critiquing can take away from the horror atmosphere

He’ll tone it down and instead opt to laugh quietly at some scenes

Is absolutely down to lay down with you and scroll through some buzzfeed unsolved articles

“Maybe I’ll end up on there one day! I’ll be famous, baby! Just make sure they put the best photo of me.”

Leo no

He does get a bit freaked out with horror movies based on real events

Tries to laugh it off

“C’mon, it can’t actually be real.”

He’ll manage to keep up his unphased image at first

But the second the scary scenes come on, he’s clinging to you

Will try to play it off

“I just thought maybe you were scared- ahaha…ha…”

You’re not fooling anyone Leo.

Please give him a hug.

Don Tron

One word

✨Theories✨

He loves to theorize about the paranormal and such

Will share his theories with you

“BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS NO GHOST ALL ALONG??? WHAT IF IT WAS- A DREAM?!”

D o n n i e

He’s so excited to share his theories with you, especially since you listen

You two regularly have a horror movie/reading binge at least once a week

It’s one of y’all’s favorite thing to do

You’ll both curl up with some pillows and blankets

Snacks and drinks within arms reach

The highest quality screens he has

And ofc he has note pads by him

If you also love theorizing, he sets up a space in his lab for you two to record your theories

Y’all probably have a podcast or YouTube channel

And you both wear hoodies with horror puns and references on them.

He still gets scared and will knock over a bowl of popcorn or too-

But don’t worry, Shelldon helps y’all clean it up

Speaking of Shelldon-

He joins y’all every now and then

His fans whirs loudly when he gets scared but he’ll deny it.

Donnie sometimes grabs your hand when he gets really scared

Just hold his hand and tell him it’s alright- you’ll throw hands with any monster

“You can’t hit a ghost-“

“Watch me.”

Mystic Mike

Mikey likes watching horror movies every now and then

But can he handle horror???

N o

It’s okay, he’ll still try to be brave with you

“With my s/o with me, there’s no monster we can’t beat!”

Two seconds later he’s popped into his shell

Just pick him up and put him in your lap

Scratch his shell gently and he’ll pop back out after a moment

Mikey definitely clings to you during movies, and keeps a blanket wrapped around you both.

He does much better with reading horror

Loves to read buzzfeed unsolved with you

“Hey wait a minute- I’ve seen that guy!”

“W h a t?!”

He’s definitely seen one or two ‘missing’ people

Usually they’ve just been mutated

If you want, he’ll introduce you to them!

You two usually curl up on his bed and read horror stories together

He even gets a few scary scrolls and books from the Hidden City library for you two to enjoy

More often than not, they’re mainly illustrated- like a comic book.

Mystic horror books are on a whole different level

Sometimes the books come alive and try to eat y’all

Other times, they sort of work like a mystic 3D hologram-

Using magic to show the events of the story happening around you

You two get so invested that you both shriek when the monster suddenly appears in front of you both

10/10 for practically being in the stories yourself

Big Red

Oh sweet, sweet Raph…

He can’t handle anything horror to save his life

He’ll try to tough out watching a movie or two for you

But he always ends up shrieking and nearly breaking your tv- or his dads projector

(Okay, he has broken his dads projector repeatedly)

He thinks you’re the bravest person ever for enjoying horror

If you want him to watch a movie with you, you’ll usually have to coax him into it

Make the couch super comfy and cozy- with his favorite blankets and pillows

You’ll have to keep a light on- or get fairy lights

He’ll sit with you in his lap, with his arms around you

This way he can hold onto you when he gets scared

(Also so he can hide behind you)

He’ll be so happy if you get him some noise cancelling headphones

The movie will still scare him, but he’ll be able to handle it a bit better.

If you’re reading some buzzfeed unsolved or horror stories,

He’ll gladly sit next to you with a book of his own, or his phone

While he won’t read it with you, he’s more than glad to spend time with you

You both get to enjoy time together while doing what y’all like

He usually falls asleep with his head in your lap while you scroll through buzzfeed unsolved, or watch movies on your phone with your headphones in.

He may feel a bit guilty over not being able to enjoy horror with you

So he gets you a poster of your favorite movie

Or asks Splinter if he knows one of your favorite horror actors so he could get a signature for you

“I uh- know ya really love scary stuff, so I got ya a signature from that one actor you like!”

Sweet boi

He’s trying.

Thanks for requesting, I hope you liked it!!

This was pretty fun to write ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

Updated and edited as of July 2023

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[canislupus-exe]

Just For You | eddie munson

>> gif credit to @/66cm on tumblr <<

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mirror sex

word count | 2,272

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (mom, dad, grandma etc...)

summary | so like eddie smut where he tells the reader that shed look really good in a skirt and the reader is like psh no yeah right i could never and theyre kinda being jokey about it but then later the reader surprises eddie in his trailer wearing a skirt and fishnets and he gets super horny and fucks her within an inch of her life? i just think it would be really good okay...

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly to the song playing over the loudspeakers. The gentle clang of the hangers on the rack was somewhat melodic as you sifted through the clothes, trying to find something that fit your taste. Most of the jeans were obnoxiously blue, but you kept looking in case something caught your eye.

There was a nice pair that looked like they’d fit comfortably, and a major plus, they weren’t that incredibly saturated blue like the rest of the items on the rack. You pulled them out and draped them over your arms but continued looking in case there would be another pair you liked.

As you pushed aside another hanger of blue jeans, you paused at what was behind them. A black skirt hidden in the jeans section. You wondered how it got there. Maybe a girl asked her boyfriend to buy it for her but he said no and didn’t feel like taking it back. You pulled it out, you weren’t even sure why. You never had any interest in skirts, but something in your brain told you to look at it closer. 

“Ooh, I bet you’ll look great in that!” A store worker said from behind you. You jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to see you. But why was your heart still beating so fast, as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to?

“Oh, y-yeah. Thank you..” You replied with an awkward smile.

“You should get it!” She said before walking away. You should’ve put it back, knowing full well you wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt like this. So short and promiscuous. Your (g/n) would kill you. But you couldn’t stop staring.

“Woah, a skirt (Y/n)? That’s out of character.” Your boyfriend said with a smirk. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. There’s no way I’m buying this thing.” You replied.

“Aw really? Not even for me?” He asked, holding his hand over his heart and making those puppy dog eyes that he knew chipped at your willpower. You shook your head and hung the skirt back up.

“No way. You know I don’t wear skirts.” You replied. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. Still, though, it would look great on you.” He replied as he leaned on the rack. 

“In your dreams Munson.” You said as you started to walk further down the aisle.

“Oh trust me, it will be.”

>><<

You paced the floor of your room, biting your cuticles to preoccupy yourself. Why were you still thinking about that damn skirt? It didn’t make any sense. You didn’t wear skirts, you didn’t like wearing skirts, the thought of wearing one never even crossed your mind. But this one… it was like the minute you set your sights on it, it crawled into your head and kept itself there. Sunk its claws into your brain and stayed attached for dear life, like a parasite.

Sure, you might’ve been overreacting, it was just a skirt after all, but it was starting to annoy you. It kept popping back up whenever you’d least expect it. Thinking about putting it on, the soft fabric against your legs and hips. You were romanticizing it.

It didn’t help that Eddie kept pestering you about it. He was constantly telling you how hot it would be if you wore a skirt. He said he didn’t mind, and you would be desirable in anything, but you could tell he wanted to see you in the damn thing. It didn’t surprise you of course. People often want what they can’t have, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t starting to sway you.

You looked out your bedroom window at your car, then at the phone sitting by your bed. You gnawed on your cuticle a bit harder. You weren’t actually going through with this, were you? 

You picked the phone up, hesitating only once. You dialed the number you knew by heart, half of you praying that he wouldn’t be home to answer. It rang once, then twice, then— he picked up.

“Hello?”

“What are you up to?” You asked with bated breath.

“I was just about to walk out the door when you called. I need to run a few errands.” He replied. You bit your lip.

“How long will you take?”

“Mmm. Probably an hour tops, why?”

“I wanted to see you today, I miss you.”

“Alright, I can swing by your place to pick you up before I-“

“You can’t. I-I haven’t showered yet. I’ll just be there when you get home. I still have my key.” You replied. You could hear him laugh.

“Alright. I’ll see you soon then.” He said. You wished him goodbye before hanging up. You sat on your bed, still nervously biting your cuticles. You were really gonna do this, huh?

>><<

Your hands shook as they smoothed over the surface. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. It was just a skirt. A skirt that you knew he liked. But still, your heart thumped in your throat all the same.

You looked in the full-length mirror. You liked the way it fit you. You liked the whole outfit. One of Eddie’s cropped Megadeth shirts, the black skirt that was just slightly too short, and nothing but fishnets underneath, a touch you were sure he’d enjoy. You were surprised by how much you enjoyed it.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?” You heard Eddie call from the living room. He was already home. Shit. You thought you had more time to psych yourself up.

“I-In here.” You called out. Your voice was high-pitched from your nervousness and you felt like your heart was lodged in your throat.

You faced the door as you heard his footsteps approaching. You wrung your hands together, doing your best to keep yourself from throwing up. You saw the doorknob turn, and he was in the doorway before you could process it.

He stopped. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead, he just stared, slack-jawed and speechless. You bit your lip and covered your exposed abdomen with your arms.

“H-Hi…” You mumbled. He took a step into the room.

“Did you-“

“Yes. I went back and bought the skirt. Y-You kept nagging about it and it was starting to get on my nerves so I just bought it to shut you up because I know you like it. You do like it, right?” You asked, making eye contact for the first time. He approached you and moved your arms so he could place his hands on your waist.

“Of course I like it. You look… wow.” He pulls you close to his body, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against you. If you doubted him at all, that certainly reassured you.

“My shirt… The fishnets… You went all out for me? Didn’t you?” He asked, leaning over and slowly beginning to kiss your neck. You whimpered and nodded.

“I wanted you to enjoy it. T-To enjoy me.” You whispered. He laughed a quiet, low laugh that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, this is just the beggining of my enjoyment of you. I’m gonna enjoy you all night long sweetheart.” He replied, biting your neck. You moaned quietly as his hands now began to trail under your skirt.

“Do my hands deceive me? Nothing underneath the fishnets?” He asked. Your embarrassment grew tenfold as you looked away.

“Tsk tsk tsk. When did my girlfriend become such a slut? Or is this just for me?” He asks.

“It’s just for you…” You whispered.

“Hm? I didn’t quite catch that. Say it a bit louder.”

“It’s just for you Eddie.” You say, much louder than before. He smirked and grabbed your ass.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He replied. He kneeled before you and kissed the lower half of your thigh. You covered your mouth and looked away, too embarrassed to keep looking at him.

He trailed his kisses up your thigh, biting occasionally until he reached your hips. His hands crept under your skirt and you could feel them hovering right between your legs. You heard a tear and inhaled went you felt his hand graze your bare pussy.

“Eddie! Did you tear my fishnets?” You asked, looking down at his smirk-ridden face.

“I didn’t want you to take them off but I still needed access. I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry.” He replied. You were going to scold him more, but your words were cut off with a gasp as he lifted your skirt and ran his tongue along your slit.

His breath was hot as his tongue continued to tease you with no mercy. Licking gentle stripes along your pussy and pressing kisses on the skin, but never getting his tongue past your folds.

“Eddie please.” You whined.

“Please what?” He asked. 

“M-More. I need more.” You breathed out. He pulled his head out from under your skirt, a smirk still plastered on his face.

“Oh, I’ll give you more baby.” He replied as he stood up. You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned you around. Your eyes widened as you saw yourself in the mirror. What was he thinking?

His hands burned hot against your waist, pulling your backside close to him. You whimpered, feeling his clothed cock press against you and only flustering you further. He kissed your neck before pulling away. You would’ve protested had you not recognized the sound of him pulling off his pants. You bit your lip and reached to pull down your skirt, but were stopped by Eddie’s hands on yours.

“Don’t. I want you to watch me fuck you in that skirt.” He said. You sputtered out a noise of surprise and felt yourself get wetter just from his words.

“Sit down.” He demanded. You swallowed and did as you were told, gently kneeling so you were at his level. He pushed your back down so your ass was on full display for him.

“Eyes on the mirror sweetheart.” He said. You bit your lip and nodded, looking into the mirror. Your hair was unkempt and you looked like a mess, but you fixed your eyes on him.

He brought two fingers to his lips, coating them in his saliva. He pressed them to your entrance and you shuddered. He licks his lips before pushing them inside of you. You close your eyes in pain, balling up your fists to distract yourself. 

He worked his fingers in and out, stretching your walls so you’d be able to take him. The pain slowly faded into pleasure and you began to moan quietly. His pace started to pick up and you began to drool from the feeling, but all too soon he pulled them out. You whined but stopped when he pulled you onto his lap. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his cock nested between your thighs.

He lifted your hips and pressed his head against your entrance, practically teasing you. It didn’t take long for him to push it inside, groaning as your tight walls enveloped him. He pushed in further and further until he was finally completely bottomed out inside of you.

“Fucking hell. You take my cock so good baby.” He groaned. You whimpered as he hooked his arms under your knees. You made a noise of confusion but it quickly turned into a loud moan as he lifted you off the ground. His arms were locked under your knees, his cock reaching much further than before.

“Like that sweetheart? Look in the mirror. I told you, I want you to watch while I fuck you. If I see you looking away, I’ll stop, got it?” He asked. You nodded furiously, begging for him to move.

He pulled you up and thrust his hips at the same time. The feeling of his cock pounding inside you made you moan loudly. You’d never felt his dick this deep inside you, and it was making you go crazy. Drool trickled down the corner of your mouth as you could barely string together a coherent string of words to form a thought, let alone a sentence.

“You look so pretty in the mirror baby. So pretty taking my cock. My pretty girl.” He whispered in your ear. You whimpered, feeling him fuck his cock into your g-spot.

“Ohhh, that’s it isn’t it baby? That’s the spot that makes you so fucking tight around me. Fuck yes.” He groaned out. 

Your eyes were drowsy, but knowing he’d stop if you looked away, you kept them on the mirror. You watched his cock pop in and out of your pussy, your walls clenched tightly around you as he fucked you senselessly. The sight of it seemed to bring you even closer to orgasm.

“Yeah baby, that’s it. Watch me as I make you cum in your pretty little skirt. The skirt you’re wearing for who?”

“Y-You.”

“Say my name.”

“Eddie.” You moan out. He pounds his cock into your g-spot even harder.

“Again!” He moans. You open your mouth but can’t speak. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and all you can do is moan and gasp. Finally, with one final thrust, you’re sent over the edge.

“Eddie~” You yell, your body shaking as you clench around him. The sight in the mirror brings Eddie to his own orgasm, his hips sputtering as he cums deep inside you. You pant and moan at the feeling, leaning your head back into his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“You’ve got to wear this again.”

“Don’t worry, I planned on it.”

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[boyfhee]

PROMISE ⋆ psh

prompt ·  “you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.” “i love you.” requested

g · fluff warnings · kissing wc · 0.7k

note · why is looking for pics on pins is the hardest part of writing a fic. btw the hyunjin is not skz hyunjin i promise that's like the only name i could come up with

“i can’t believe you turned hyunjin down,” your friend pipes up from behind you during the self study session, bringing up the same topic for the fourth time in the past twenty-minutes. “even i felt my heart flutter at his confession, he was even promising you the world and all,” 

“just because he said that doesn’t mean i should date him,” and you reply with the same eleven words that you’ve been telling her for the past twenty-minutes as well. “besides, i like someone else,” you turn around, making sure your words reach her loud and clear, and your gaze travels to the back of the class, setting upon sunghoon, who looks away instantly with a rosy tint dusting his cheeks. 

and then you don’t see sunghoon again, at least not for the next two hours. when the german lesson rolls by, you decide that skipping it would be better. you’ve simply taken that course for extra credits thinking it would be easy and so far, that language has only proven you wrong. which leads you to sitting on an old wooden bench in the school backyard, enjoying the consoling winds with sun rays kissing your skin just as gently, your fingers busy running over the tiny words and patterns engraved by the alumnus. 

you look up the second you hear footsteps approaching your direction, a little worried that some staff might’ve spotted you sitting here instead of being in class, but the sight of a familiar figure eases your thoughts, making your lips curl up in a soft smile. 

“sunghoon?” you shift to your right, an action that tells him to sit next to you, as if he wasn’t going to do that already. “skipping classes again?” 

“you’re one to talk,” he chuckles, and you feel a thousand butterflies in your stomach. it’s almost unreal, the way you feel when he’s around you, it’s like you’re underwater, and you could breathe. “i have something for you,” 

but sunghoon manages to help you swim out to the shore with his words, pulling out a small something from his pocket, which you fail to recognise until he takes you hand and places it on your palms, a soft gasp escaping your lips as the smile on his face grows wider, cheeks quite literally flushed red. 

“this—” 

“you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.” you agree you’ve been mentioning the kuromi keyring you saw at the store to sunghoon quite frequently, but you didn’t expect him to buy it for you, especially since it’s official merch and well, also expensive. “i love you,” 

you didn't expect him to say those three words either.

and sunghoon is quite taken aback by his own words, eyes open wide as his heart started beating like it’s going to come out of his chest. he just hopes you don’t hear it beat crazily at the sight of you, although the flustered look on his face gives away how his feelings are spilling around everywhere, and the way you glow in sunlight, the way wind ruffles your hair, it’s doing nothing but making it harder and harder for him to pull himself together.

“before you say anything, this is not how i planned to confess. i don’t think i even planned to confess right now, i thought i had all the time in the world to do that, but then hyunjin asked you out this morning and. . .”

a second passes, and then another, you tilt your head to take a better look at his face, his sun kissed eyes catching your attention almost instantly with the way they gleam with surprise and hesitation. “and?”

you manage to breathe out, words as quiet as a whisper, his hands brushing against yours as you shift closer. 

“i guess, i’m just scared to lose you, perhaps a bit jealous ever since he confessed to you, but again, i can’t blame him. it’s impossible to not fall for you,” his eyes meet yours, it’s quiet, just the sound of summer being the music before you break into faint laughter, his laughs joining you and spinning in the air the next second everything goes silent once again.

you feel a certain nervousness pooling inside of you as his hands slides into yours, a touch that sets all the butterflies free. “i can’t promise you the world, but i promise you all the love in this universe, even beyond,” 

“i don’t need the world, hoon,” you lean towards him, one hand intertwined in his while you proceed to hold his face with the other, smiling against his lips before his eyes flutter close. “just having you is enough,” 

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[sorcerersseestars]

his eyes, your ears [i]

gojo satoru x reader  

part i part ii part iii

summary: Gojo Satoru is, undeniably, the most powerful sorcerer alive, but he certainly wouldn’t be as efficient without the help of a fellow sorcerer. You’ve been overlooked up until now – but what will happen when the world gets wind of your abilities?

pairing : Gojo Satoru x gn! reader                                                         

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, jjk spoilers (w/ possible inaccuracies & possibly ooc gojo)

word count: 5.6k 

“That Gojo motherfucker, I’m going to kill him next time!” A raspy voice shouts, each percussive word causing smoke to billow from his volcanic head.

You watch closely as a curse with a broad, trunk-like frame turns to their partner. You can’t help but wince when their whiny, grating voice reaches your ears: it is painfully distorted, and it seems as though you shouldn’t be able to decipher their words. 

A few flowers pop up in their hands as they speak. They bring them close to their face, inspecting their handiwork, “.ecno tsol ydaerla uoY .ytsah os eb t'noD” (“Don’t be so hasty. You already lost once.”)

The volcano curse glares at his counterpart and crosses his arms. “So the Boss was right before! Whatever! Doesn’t matter, though. I know all his sneaky abilities now. He won’t stand a chance!”

“,ogoJ ,niaga toidi na er'uoy fi uoy pleh t'now I” (“I won’t help you if you’re an idiot again, Jogo,”) Hanami sighs while releasing the petals from the flowers. They are carried by the wind; they float delicately in the gentle breeze.

“Psh, like I’ll need it,” Jogo huffs, but his eyes betray him. Recalling his past run-in with the world’s strongest sorcerer has blown his pupils wide. “I won’t let him live again. No sorcerer has bested me!”

“.ereht t'nsaw dik taht fi uoy desicroxe evah dluow eH .devil reve s'taht tsegnorts eht s'eH .lanoisuled eb t'noD” (“Don't be delusional. He's the strongest that's ever lived. He would have exorcised you if that kid wasn't there.”)

Jogo can only grumble under his breath at that, his giant eye shifting from side to side to avoid catching Hanami’s gaze.

The Jujutsu world is strife with discord, but there is certainly one thing all sorcerers and curses have no choice but to agree with – that Gojo Satoru is undoubtedly the strongest of them all. And he seems to have it all: unparalleled use of curse abilities, his household family name and a hefty inheritance to go with it, unique beauty and height that make others green with envy. His crystal eyes that never fail to take breaths away at first (and second, and third) glance; eyes that one could drown in and still never fully appreciate their complex beauty. And there's something lurking below the surface, something that forces him to veil his crowned jewels: the Six Eyes.

His kaleidoscopic eyes that twinkle even in the dark are more than just objects of beauty. They hold a different sort of beauty, too – a deadly, demented sort. They are all-seeing, all-knowing. It is near impossible to escape once his sights are set; they process information at a much higher, deeper level than what is normal, even among sorcerers. The universe's secrets are all but at his fingertips, if only he sheds his blindfold.

You're not even close to broaching his inhuman strength. Nobody is. But strength isn't your focus: brute force isn't your forte, and your cursed techniques aren't offensive, so you avoid combat as much as you can. Instead, you gather information. First and foremost, you're a tracker, but the other role Yaga commonly assigns to you nowadays is far more exhilarating – espionage.

Your sensitivity to cursed energy is very sharp, and you can pick up even the most faded and faint of residuals. Until now, for you, Yaga’s assignments have been fairly straightforward – stealthily track dangerous curses, pinpoint their location every so often, and relay this information to Gojo. Rinse and repeat. It wasn’t always easy, but you were fairly good at it. Ever since Gojo’s disturbing discovery of highly intelligent curses, however, your work has changed.

It all started with a meeting with the higher ups. 

You were randomly summoned by the higher ups. Meetings with them weren’t uncommon, as you often reported on the amount of curses you had encountered within a certain period of time, but those were only held every few weeks, with the last one being just last week. It just didn’t make sense that your presence was being requested again, so you were suspicious as soon as Yaga sent you to see them.

When you entered the room, wrinkled faces turned toward you, their saggy and sunken eyes following your every motion. Whispers quickly broke out and quickly found their way into your ears. You really shouldn’t have been able to hear their utterances so clearly, yet you did. “Are you sure about-” “Our source said that they-” “-useful against those curses.”

A throat clearing from within their group caused the whispers to cease. You honestly weren’t surprised that they shamelessly gossiped about you while you were stood waiting, but it still managed to get under your skin. Despite your irritation, you managed a small bow to your audience. Silence stretched out too long for comfort; you felt their eyes studying you.

“Good evening,” You said coolly. “May I ask what the purpose of my visit is? I reported to you not but a week ago, so I assume it doesn’t concern my current duties.”

Glances were exchanged, and the silence continued for a few more long moments. You inwardly sighed when the infamously corrupt and stubborn elder, Gakuganji, rose to his feet to address you.

“You,” Gakuganji glared up from under his eyebrows. “You have been hiding something from the council.”

You could only crack a sheepish smile, “Sorry, sir, must be a habit. It’s my job to stay hidden, is it not?”

“This is not the time to be joking,” Another elder frowned deeply. “If the rumors are true, then you have been most irresponsible.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know what you’re referring to,” You said, and tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Let rumors be rumors.”

“Don’t lie!” Gakuganji spat, leaning forward slightly. “It’s useless when we already know. You’re under our control, and you’ll use your ears-”

“Yoshinobu, calm yourself,” Another higher-up, this one appearing middle aged, warned. He then addressed you directly. “The council has decided that your concealment of your inherited technique is highly irresponsible. Not only could this have been useful to our collective causes in the past, but it also now makes you a liability. You know much about our society, and could easily listen for more – if the recently emerging special-grade curses discovered this, it could spell doom for our society.”

“Exactly. There’s a reason I kept this to myself,” You frowned. “Only a handful of people are even aware this ability exists, and I planned to keep it that way. You can at least understand this, yes? As you said, this would be bad in the wrong hands.”

You said the last part pointedly, keeping direct eye contact with the councilman through every word.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked calmly, but your gaze was cutting and fierce.

Their expressions remained unchanged under scrutiny of your eyes; the middle aged higher up simply looked on as he spoke his next words, “You will track the highly intelligent curses – namely, Jogo and his accomplice. You will find their meeting places and listen in on their conversations. Collect as much information as possible, and report back every week.”

You had simply blinked slowly, not wanting to believe his words. Your surprise quickly melted away, exposing your red-hot anger; you had to force yourself to contain your voice, “And why will I do that? That’s stupidly dangerous. I’m not even special-grade, and you know that.”

“No, you aren’t,” An elder smiled smugly. “But this isn’t really up for discussion. Your parents were kind enough to divulge information about your hearing abilities, after all. And others, of course...you have been most secretive. That’s not exactly conducive to a productive member of this society, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your head snapped up at that; an icy dread had washed over you. You shook your head, then spoke firmly, “Keep them out of this. They’re not even sorcerers anymore.”

“They are as equally responsible for not disclosing your abilities to us,” The same elder smirked again. “So, please…indulge us.”

You had grit your teeth, then let angry words slip out, “You bastards…”

“Just do as we say and all will be well,” The middle aged man said. “You are not expected to engage with the curses. Your sole duty is to track them down, listen in, and record their conversations. You are not to discuss this with anyone outside of this room. Understood?”

Your mouth twisted as you considered his words. You didn’t like how this was sounding, but you really didn’t have a choice. “Fine. Yes, I understand.”

That was the end of the discussion, and the beginning of your downfall. 

Keeping secrets from Gojo has always been impossible. He’s always seemed to know your secrets before you even had the sense the hide them. It was nice sometimes, when you were too scared to spill the beans on yourself, but otherwise his ability to read you was terrifying.

For someone so goofy and seemingly laid-back, he sure has a keen eye for secrets and especially secret-keepers. You’re not quite sure why exactly nothing can slip by him – what exactly grants his this perceptiveness? Is it due to his observational skills, his emotional acuity, his Six Eyes? You often wonder about it, but this answer will most likely evade you until the end of time.

With new secrets swirling around in your mind, you’re avoiding Gojo as much as possible. You’re scared that you won’t have the strength to keep this secret from him, even though you have to – your family might be in danger otherwise. You’re trying to stay away from Jujutsu High, but there’s not much you can do with Yaga summons you: that’s why you find yourself on campus despite your elusive wishes.

By the time you have a second to breathe, you’ve already met with Yaga and visited your dear friend Shoko in the infirmary. Lately, she’s been expressing the urge to restart her habit of smoking cigarettes, even though she quit years ago and has been doing well with it since. Or at least, so you thought, until you accidentally discovered the distinctive red and white box of Marlboro cigarettes in her handbag. You’re not a snooper – you had been rifling through it to find your phone you slipped in it during a night out.

Ever since that night, you’ve been subtly and not-so-subtly trying to wean her off of them again through various methods. So far, the most effective way to stop her from lighting up is to bring her a piping hot cup of coffee. Whenever you find yourself on campus, which doesn’t seem to be very often these days, you always make sure to deliver the caffeine. With the coffee, you carry the hope of stamping out her nicotine cravings.

You’re coming back from one of these routine trips to her infirmary when you develop a wanting for the bitter drink yourself. A cup of it sounds really nice right now – you’ve only just returned from an exploratory scouting mission. You’ve been tracking the curses’ movements for a couple of weeks, taking few breaks as to maintain your knowledge of their specific location, and your lack of rest has been catching up to you.

You head back to the kitchen, nodding hellos to some students you recognize along the way. When you arrive, you’re pretty much dead to the world and don’t bother to check if anyone you know is there; you immediately zero in on the mugs. After you grab one, you turn around, wandering over to the fridge to check if they have your favorite creamer.

Electricity crackles through your nerves as you spot a tuft of white hair from behind the other side the fridge. You turn on your heel, abandoning the thought of brewing a cup of coffee, but he calls out your name before you can take another step.

Damn. You really should have checked.

His wide smirk greets you first. You feel irked by his expression, and feel even more annoyed when your mind drifts to thoughts of how attractive he is.

Gojo approaches you cheerfully, ignoring the frown etched into your features. “Avoiding your favorite sorcerer, sweetheart? I’m wounded.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “No, actually, I just saw Shoko a few minutes ago.”

“Ouch. Doubly wounded!” Gojo feigns a broken heart, clutching a hand to his chest. “During working hours?”

“Yeah, jealous?” You ask, your lips pulling into a small smirk. He ignores your deflection.

Even through his blindfold, you can feel his gaze searching your body. “What, are you wounded or something?” 

You shake your head, mouth quirking into a half-smile despite yourself. “No, just figured I’d stop by and see if she needed some coffee. She’s always itching to have cigarettes these days, so I thought maybe caffeine could help.”

“That’s good, I thought you’d turned weak again,” Gojo admits sweetly, as if he were complimenting you. You sigh, trying to not let his jab get to you. Of course he’d say that – did you really expect something different?

He continues his douchey behavior with a sickly sweet smile. “You haven’t been calling me lately, sweetheart. Miss me?”

You hold your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes vigorously. You groan, “You’re such an ass. You really haven’t changed since high school, have you?”

“Hey, I’m not the one with avoidant tendencies!” Gojo exclaims, raising his hands to defend himself. “Now tell me, sweets, have you not been on any missions lately? It’s been such a pain to track down these curses myself.”

He speaks so casually that you almost spill the truth. He’s just waiting for you to indignantly tell him he’s wrong, that you have indeed been on missions. He’s fishing for information, but you’re not going to take the bait: two can play at this game.

“Stop calling me those nicknames!” You frown, crossing your arms. “I don’t track curses exclusively for you. And, besides, I’m sure you have other people to help you out.”

He pouts. “But they’re so baaaad, it sucks. I have to do it all myself.”

“Boohoo, the strongest sorcerer is finally getting a challenge,” You scoff.

“You’re so cold these days, (Y/N)-chan,” Gojo shakes his head. 

He leans forward a bit, invading your space a bit too much for your comfort. You want to back away, but you’re afraid it’ll make you look weak or submissive, so you stand your ground.

You are definitely in the hot-seat. You feel like it too – sweat springs to your skin, and you take on a flushed look, as if you’ve been exerting yourself.

“So, you are gonna tell me why you haven’t been helping me out anymore? I thought that was your job, sweets. Isn’t it?”

The higher-ups words ring in your head. You are not to discuss this with anyone outside of this room.

“Oh,” You say weakly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It usually is, but I’ve been assigned some pretty dry work.”

This piques Gojo’s interest – you can tell by the subtle way his head cocks to the side. “Oh, really? Even more boring than usual? That’s hard to believe. You better tell me all about it.”

Although his words are lighthearted and teasing, your palms start to feel damp from perspiration. He knows something’s up.

Your mouth opens and closes as you consider what to say to not rouse further suspicion. Your visible hesitation, however, doesn’t do you any favors.

He eyes you curiously, his near-constant saccharine smile faltering. “Is something going on?”

You shake your head a little too eagerly. “What? No, of course not.”

Gojo sighs, a knowing smile creeping into his expression. “You’re such a bad liar. Always have been.”

“It’s really nothing,” You say quickly. “But do me a favor and don’t ask me again. Please?”

Gojo lifts his blindfold, turning one glittering, intense eye on your form. You swallow, composure crumbling under the scrutiny of his gaze.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” Gojo continues. “You look rather nervous to me.”

“Only because you’re putting me on the spot! Look, it isn’t a big deal. It’s not like I’m actually figh-” You cut yourself off quickly. “I’m really not supposed to talk about it. You understand, yeah?”

Gojo shakes his head, large hand languidly dragging down his face to completely slide his blindfold off. “That’s never stopped you before. Keeping secrets from me now, doll?”

His eyes twinkle with amusement, but there’s a darker emotion stirring below the surface.

He leans in closer. “You really shouldn’t be doing that. It’s a dangerous habit.”

You feel yourself getting lost in his eyes – your head begins to swim with dangerous thoughts, and your breath comes short and fast. You avert your gaze, finally tearing your eyes away from his captivating crystals. Shame rushes through you when heat floods your cheeks.

“I’m not the only one with secrets, Satoru,” You say quietly. “But...there’s nothing I can do about this one.”

Gojo says nothing, but his lips twitch as if he’s considering how to respond.

“I could make you a cup of coffee, though,” You offer. You’re not sure why you ask – you know he won’t say yes.

He adjusts his blindfold back over his eyes, expression staying scarily unreadable. He leans into your space even more, making your breath catch in your throat, before firmly gripping your shoulder with one hand.

“You know I only like sweet things,” He refuses your offer lightly, before his tone lowers. “You better call me the next time you find something, yeah? It’s your job, sweets, I don’t care what anyone else says.”

“But-” You begin to refute, but Gojo cuts you off with a finger held in the air.

He’s only inches from your face now. You’re both glad and disappointed that his blindfold obscures his eyes – you’d be an embarrassed, blushing mess, but you’d be able to see his eyes up close again. Regardless of the covering on his face, his closeness has you holding your breath.

You can’t keep your gaze from drifting to his lips, which have quirked up into a smile that you find difficult to read.

He lets out a soft sigh, which you can feel fan across your face, before he clutches your shoulder more tightly. “I gotta go now, but remember what I said.”

There’s an sudden rush of air that swirls around you, the force of it causing you to gasp and shut your eyes. When you blink again, the pressure on your shoulder has been released, and the space in front of you is empty.

You had started scouting weeks ago, but it was finally time to get close enough to observe them more thoroughly. To be honest, you were worried about it – you had never been consistently around such high-level curses before.

You start out overly cautious, and not very effective; your roaring heartbeat overwhelms your sensitive ears, and thus hearing their words from afar proves difficult. You hate every second of it. The fear that courses through your veins chokes you, and whenever they stray to your direction, you can only hear your own frantic footsteps as you run away like a scared child. 

Despite your concerns, as the days crawl by, you have dared to venture closer. A few steps here, and couple more paces there, and you quickly become their shadow. You are terrified most by one detail: within the last few days, you have begun to enjoy spying on them. The adrenaline that used to fill you with only dread now makes your heart soar, and as you jot their words down, a strange sense of pride wells in your chest. 

You are getting comfortable. Too comfortable. Comfort is dangerous for a sorcerer, and you know that – it leads to the ever-fatal complacency. But, you’ve ignored all the signs since you are finally excited about your work again.

So, here you are, the closest you’ve ever physically been to these awful curses. Up until now, you’ve rarely even seen glimpses of them from your great distances away. For today’s spying session, though, you had decided to climb a tree, and you can now peek at them rather well from between the sweeping branches. Your ears appreciate your efforts: their voices are so clear and loud from this short distance. When you close your eyes, it seems as though you’re sat between them. You can quickly write down their words with ease – even Hanami’s strange piercing tones are readily decipherable.

“I hate this,” Jogo rasps out, his voice gruff and dripping with irritation. “That boy won’t leave us alone. I could destroy him, you know...”

You tilt your head curiously at this call-out. Jogo often complains about his ‘Boss’, but never has used his actual name. There are many diminutives of his name he has picked – Boss, boy, idiot, crack-pot fool – but he limits his vocabulary to anything but his real name. You have noticed this, of course, as you have physically recorded every instance of it, but you haven’t thought too hard about it until now.

Hanami exhales loudly, then turns to Jogo, “.stbuod ym evah I” (“I have my doubts.”)

“He told me that I stood no chance against Gojo Satoru, but he was wrong! I’m here, ready to pulverize that pipsqueak the next time I can get my hands on him!” Jogo boasts. “Boss knows he’s weaker than him, so he told me I wouldn’t win to make himself feel better about it. That’s a bit pathetic, don’t ya think so, Hanami?”

“...” Nothing can be heard except for Hanami’s heavy sigh.

“Obviously, since I’m on Gojo’s level, then I could tear Boss to pieces,” Jogo continues, an eerie smile full of teeth stretching wide across his face. “Get-”

Your heart drops into your stomach.

“,t’noD” Hanami cuts him off abruptly, rising sharply. “.gninetsil eb yam ohw wonk reven uoY .eman sih kaeps t’noD” (“Don’t; don’t speak his name. You never know who may be listening.”)

“Who cares?!” Jogo spits, rearing his spewing volcano-head dangerously close to Hanami’s fire-prone body. “He thinks he’s so cool by making us not say his name. He’s just as arrogant as that sorcerer.”

Hanami doesn’t respond, but you can see their mouth morph into a firm line. They shake their head lightly; they are unphased by Jogo’s anger, having been exposed to it too many times.

Your breath comes short and fast as you try to convince yourself that your ears are wrong. No. There’s no way. There’s no way, but the sinking feeling in your gut doesn’t subside.

“You act like the world is going to explode if I say his name,” Jogo scoffs, making his exasperation clear with a loud puff of air. “Geto shouldn’t care so much. You see how much he likes hearing his name being heard, anyway. What a brat he is.”

You have to cover your mouth to quiet the ragged breaths you’re taking. Your ears are never wrong – you should have known. The sound of your rapidly beating heart fills your ears, blocking out any further words from Hanami and Jogo.

A hand is still clasped to your face from shock as you begin to whisper to yourself. “Geto…is still alive? How…?”

Tears are streaming down your face, and you’re having trouble holding back the sobs that threaten to rip from your throat. You’re coming dangerously close to compromising your position, but you can’t find it in you to care. You need to leave, you need to run away, you need to go, but you can’t. It’s as though your limbs are glued to the tree; you can’t move.

Gojo. He’s trying to take out Gojo.

You suddenly feel the coarse bark scraping your skin as you clamber down the thick branches; hot blood springs to your skin due to your carelessness. Your breath is stolen from your lungs when you land hard on your feet with an audible thud. The force of the fall causes your legs to buckle from underneath you; your arms shoot out to catch yourself, but you still collapse to the forest floor. You’re making noise when you shouldn’t, but you aren’t registering any of your actions. You can’t think of anything except of how you need to get away, of how you need to warn Gojo.

Your heartbeat slowly fades from your ears, and you stiffen at the sound of approaching footsteps. They’re far, but not far enough.

“,gnihtemos draeh I raews I” You hear the flower curse mutter. “.ereh s’gnihtemoS.” (“I swear I heard something. Something’s here.”)

“Probably just another wild animal, like last time you freaked out,” Jogo says disapprovingly. “Are you seriously worried? So touchy just because I said his name…you worry too much, Hanami. And if not, I’ll incinerate this whole forest. There’ll be no place to hide.”

You scramble to your feet, your instincts screaming at you to do what you do best: run.

You’ve never run this fast in your entire life. With each frantic stride, your legs push you as far forward as they can; you’re practically flying. You don’t slow even as your hands dig into a pocket of your jacket to get ahold of your phone. You don’t risk taking a single glance at it; your hands messily speed dial his number before you can even think about it.

You’re vaguely aware of shouting behind you, but you don’t dare to turn to look to see if they’re closing in. You allow yourself to concentrate on the sounds behind you for a few moments.

“–I should go first, I’m better!”

“!ti wolla t'now I !seert ym lla ot erif tes ot gniog er’uoY” (“You’re going to set fire to all my trees! I won’t allow it!”)

“Fuck your forests, Hanami! You can’t stop me!”

You startle as a voice erupts beside your ear. “Ah, finally calling me on missions again? You must be bored, (Y/N)-chan. Don’t flirt with me too much, okay?”

“Satoru!” You gasp, barely able to choke out the words between your heavy breaths. “He’s back, he’s back! And the two special-grades–”

“Two special-grades? Where are you?” Gojo asks, his prior teasing lilt fading away rapidly. “What’s happening?”

“He should be dead, but he isn’t!” You cry, voice cracking. You’re vaguely aware you haven’t answered his questions – your overwhelmed brain can only spit out your unhinged thoughts. 

“I need you to send me your location. Just do that for me, okay?” Gojo asks, a note of urgency threatening to overtake his calm words. “Okay, (Y/N)?”

You nod even though he can’t see you, and then hang up – you don’t have an ounce of concentration to spare right now. You only really have one opportunity to do what you’re about to try to execute: cutting off your cursed energy. It’s a skill that you’ve honed over the years, but it takes so much effort and precision that it’s risky to rely on. At this point, though, you have little to no choice. If you don’t escape now, the chance of your survival will plummet.

With a jolt of newfound energy, you sprint to your left, closer to where the curses are headed. You will your cursed energy to wash over you, coating your surroundings in a thick wash of your distinct energy signature. Almost immediately, you notice a pool of glowing molten rock closing in fast. Everything within its path sizzles as it’s eaten away to nothing. Your breaths come fast – that could be you if you don’t hurry.

A thundering of heavy steps approaches dangerously fast. They’re crashing through the forest with little grace, probably squashing all plant life underfoot – you have to assume its the hot-headed Jogo. You have to abstain from that kind of clumsiness if you’re going to fool them. You need to do this, and you need to do it well, otherwise it will be for naught.

You take a deep breath, your brow creasing and forehead beading with sweat from the amount of concentration you’re pouring into this task. Within seconds, you cut off access to your pool of cursed energy. Everything is so quiet. It’s never this quiet. You can hardly hear them now – you’re not sure if this comforts you or terrifies you.

Without further thought, you eye the encroaching lava one last time before veering off to the side, moving quickly but carefully. There will be no cursed energy trail left behind, no residuals to follow, but you have to ensure there isn’t any physical evidence of your escape, too. 

There’s no way for you to be sure they’ve lost your trail, but you slow after a few minutes regardless. You make your way under a huge oak tree, crouching low under its expansive branches, hoping it’ll conceal you enough to allow you to quickly send Gojo your location without being disturbed.

You unlock your phone, opening the text conversation between you and Gojo, your thumb shakily pressing the “share your location” button. You wait impatiently to see your pinned location pop up.

It never does. It’s only then you notice two words that make you curse under your breath: NO SIGNAL .

There’s a great rustling from only tens of feet behind you, and you can feel heat begin to lick your back even from here. Jogo roars, “I know you’re there somewhere! You can’t run forever, dirty sorcerer! Let’s see just how quickly you’ll die – take this!”

Before you can react, a cluster of red-hot insects pelts the undergrowth in every direction. Your eyes desperately try to track the insects, but without your cursed energy to guide your sight, you are practically blind. You miraculously dodge the majority of them, but one grazes your right arm, and another singes your left calf. You clutch a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream of pain that is likely to escape otherwise. 

You double over, gripping your right arm like its your lifeline, before you snap out of it. You need to get away, you need to go, or else you’ll die.

You rush to your feet and then you’re off like a rocket, brushing past scratchy brambles and running head-on into several overarching branches. There’s no time to pause and rub at your aching soon-to-be-bruises or burns; every time you trip or stumble, you immediately push yourself up and continue your frenzied pace. 

You’re being louder now, you know that, but you can’t help it. Ever since your heightened hearing dulled, the primal part of your brain has taken over, focused solely on the flight. Your run-in with Jogo’s insects has only solidified your fight-or-flight response. Right now, only one half-lucid thought springs to your mind: another distractor to lure the curses away. 

You rip off your jacket, pour as much cursed energy into the fabric as possible, then fling it as far as you can away from your path. It’s a heavy jacket, and with the energy you’ve imbued it with, you easily throw it significantly further than should ever be possible otherwise. 

Once that event is over, you continue to mindlessly tear through the thick vegetation. You try not to think about your bloody, burning calf. You keep going even when your lungs burn horribly, even when they feel like they’re threatening to collapse. There’s also this horrid metallic tang in your mouth that won’t go away – maybe your lungs really are collapsing.

You feel it rip through your body before it reaches your ears: there’s an absurdly loud rumbling from behind you that vibrates through you – it sounds as if the forest is eating itself alive. When you risk a glance behind, you are horrified to see chunks of the forest disappearing into nothing, and thick new trunks cascading into the air, towering higher than any of the other trees. You can’t take your eyes away from the monstrous structure. If you can see their branches, then they can see you, then they can hunt you–

All at once, your feet fall against nothing; there is no satisfying thump against solid ground. Your arms immediately stretch out, anticipating a crash to the ground, but you don’t catch yourself. For many long moments, there is nothing. No sound, no sensation save for your body ripping through the air. It would almost be peaceful if your one-track mind wasn’t wondering if Jogo and Hanami had gotten you, if they had indeed caught up, if they had destroyed you instantly, if this was the end, if you were dead, tumbling into the endless abyss of the afterlife.

You collide with the ground. Sharp gravel digs into your skin upon impact, causing pain receptors to instantly send signals to your brain that you are definitely alive. The world whirls around you violently, dizzying you immensely. When more pain blooms around your body, this time more intensely, you realize you’re rolling down a mountainside. Suddenly you remember the bolded warning on the debriefing: “steep slopes on the edge of the forest; steer clear”.

Well, fuck, are the last words that come to your mind before your head jerks up and instantly rebounds back down from a particularly harsh impact. Darkness encroaches on your vision, filling your eyes with patches of dancing spots. They persist even as you slow to a stop, even as blood from your forehead trickles into your vision, obscuring the world through a film of red. 

There’s a faint ringing in your ears, and it sounds familiar. Your eyes roll to the right, honing in on a blurry object that’s flashing. You can’t distinguish the caller ID, but you know who it is regardless. You reach out weakly, but your arm can’t quite reach. You summon all the remaining strength you have to reposition yourself, to move, but your consciousness is slipping away. You’re barely aware of liquid dripping down your face – whether it be blood or tears, you can’t decipher – before you fully succumb to the darkness.

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