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PAIRING: brothers bsf!sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of heartbreak, mentions of throwing up, cussing

AUTHORS NOTE: babies!! this is my first ever written piece!! it’s not perfect but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. i’m excited for this storyline to begin to unfold. love you, thank you for reading <3

Sunlight streams through the curtains, and your eyes snap open. Panic sets in as you realize you're not in your own bed. Scrambling to check the time, the memory of last night's chaos comes flooding back – Jungwon, in a lot worse condition thanks to Jake's encouragement, making it so you had to play caretaker after the countless shots and rounds of beer pong.

You leap out of bed, heart racing. Class starts in twenty minutes, and your professor isn't known for leniency. Grabbing your things and getting dressed in some clothes you had left behind, you rush downstairs, only to nearly collide with Sunghoon, who's looking unfairly good with his tousled hair and that deep, just-woke-up voice.

"What’s the rush?" he asks, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

You're momentarily distracted by his disheveled charm, but the urgency of the moment snaps you back to reality. "I'm late for class," you blurt out, then remember Jungwon, still knocked out in the guest room. "Can you keep an eye on Jungwon? He had a rough night."

Sunghoon nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure thing. you should go before you’re even more late."

Grateful, you offer him a quick smile, glancing around only to see niki and sunoo slumped on the living room couch. you turn back to sunghoon ,giving him a knowing look and bolt out the door, hoping you can make it in time.

You rush through the crowded hallways of your university, heart pounding in your chest. The sound of your footsteps echoes, matching the frantic beat of your thoughts. As you finally reach your classroom, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before pushing open the door.The professor pauses mid-lecture, giving you a stern look. "Late again, Y/N?"

You offer a sheepish smile, quickly finding an empty seat. "Sorry, sir. it won't happen again."

as if your morning couldn’t have gotten worse you feel your phone buzz with a new message. Glancing down, you see it's a forwarded email – a formal wedding invitation from your ex. Your heart skips a beat as you read the elegant script, announcing their upcoming marriage. It's a surreal moment, one that brings a mix of emotions swirling through you.

You're not sure how to react. Part of you is happy for them, genuinely wishing them the best, but there's also that tiny, complicated twinge of... something. It's not exactly sadness, not exactly jealousy, just a poignant reminder of the past.

Leaning back in your chair, you can't help but let your mind wander to Jeno. he was your first everything. Your first love, your first heartbreak, the first person who made you feel like you were truly alive. You remember the way he used to hold your hand, the way he smiled just before he kissed you, and the way he made you laugh until your sides hurt.

Heeseung had always been wary of Jeno. He'd seen the signs, warned you about his antics, and tried to protect you like he always has, naturally, being your older brother, but you don't regret a single moment. Despite the warnings, you plunged headfirst into the relationship. You got to experience love—the highs, the lows, and everything in between.

Even now, with the wedding invitation in hand, you can't bring yourself to feel bitter. Heeseung might give you that 'I told you so' look, but you'll just shrug it off, because to you, love, even when it ends, is something to cherish. It taught you, shaped you, and you wouldn't trade those memories for anything.

Class finally ends, and you make your way back to your brother's house. Opening the door, you find everyone except jay, saerom and jake in the living room, engaged in a random conversations about the previous night.

As you step into the living room, the change in your expression doesn't go unnoticed by Heeseung, his brow furrowing with concern. "What's up?" he asks, his voice tinged with brotherly caution.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of your phone in your pocket. Sighing, you pull it out and hand it to him. "It's Jeno's wedding invite," you admit, watching his eyes scan over the elegant script, capturing the attention of your friends in the room. Heeseung's protective instincts kick in immediately. "You're not thinking of going, are you?" He hands back your phone, his gaze steady on yours.

You meet his look with a resolve that surprises even you. "I think I need to," you say firmly. "For closure." Heeseung doesn't look convinced, but he knows better than to argue when your mind is made up. "Just... be careful, okay?" he says, and you can tell he's trying to understand. You nod, grateful for his concern but knowing this is something you have to do for yourself.

Niki, always the joker, jumps into the conversation, trying to lighten the mood. . "I never liked Jeno anyway, you were too pretty for him, and he’s the clumsiest person to literally ever exist”. You can't help but laugh at Niki's attempt to make you smile. "Thanks, Niki," you say, playfully rolling your eyes. "But let's not get too carried away with the ego boost, okay?"

you glance over at jungwon, who clearly has not made a full recovery and is still very much regretting letting jake feed him shot after shot. it’s then you realize that you have no idea about saeroms whereabouts. that probably makes you the worst best friend known to man but in your defense, you had a pretty hectic morning. iyou catch sight of her walking out of jake’s room. confusion spreads across your face. why would she be in his room?

looking a little disheveled, she freezes as she notices everyone's eyes on her. The not-so-secret secret is out, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink.

"Guys, it's not what it looks like," Saerom stammers, but the knowing smiles and snickers from heeseung and sunghoon tell a different story.

You raise an eyebrow playfully. "you and jake? when did that happen?” Saerom bites her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "Okay, okay, maybe it's a little bit like what it looks like, and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i was afraid you’d be upset since yknow jake is heeseung’s friend and all" she admits. “trust me im more worried about you catching something from jake than him being my brothers friend” you tell her.

heeseung smiles, “trust me jake’s ONLY been sleeping with her”. you snap your head, giving her an offended look, “my BROTHER knew about this before me? ok now im hurt”. Sunghoon laughs, “it was kind of hard not to find out when they both clearly have a thing for exhibitionism”.

“ ok i think im gonna throw up now” jungwon says causing everyone to let out a laugh”.

niki gasps, “SO THIS is why you’ve been wanting to come to every ksana party??? i knew you were still a boring bitch”. “ok who invited him” saerom rolls her eyes. the sudden commotion in the room wakes sunoo, who had still be deep asleep on the couch next to niki. “what’s going on” he says in a groggy tone. “you don’t wanna know” sunghoon tells him.

you turn to him. Once again admiring his look, now put together as opposed to his disheveled state you encountered when you ran into him this morning. you made a mental note to thank him later for keeping an eye out for jungwon.

You can't help but feel grateful for your friends, even in the midst of reminiscing about your past. With their humor and love, you know you'll be able to face whatever comes your way.

later on back at your place, you catch Saerom up to speed on all the details. “that dick invited you his wedding???, what the fuck is his problem” saerom states with a tone of disgust. “i found it odd too but I think it’s what I need in order to finally close that chapter in my life” you say, assuring her.

“you now what this means right?” she presses. “no?” you ask, a bit confused as to what she has up her sleeve. “you need a date!” “yeah no” you quickly reply. “come on babes you can’t show up alone. you need to show him that you’ve moved on too and don’t care that he wasn’t the one for you”. you ponder her idea. it wouldn’t be so bad. it’d save you from the internal embarrassment of showing up to your ex’s wedding all alone, looking like some pathetic loser who came to drown in her sorrows at the sight of her first love being wedded away to a different woman. after more careful consideration, you reluctantly agree. saerom claps her hands in excitement. “where in the world am i going to find someone that’ll agree to being my date within 2 weeks?” you weren’t exactly the popular type around campus, despite being heeseungs little sister.

“i can ask jake, maybe he’ll know someone?” saerom suggests. you’re hesitant and take a moment to really think about your plan here. “we need to find someone you can be comfortable with. you’ll need to hold hands and do couple shit to make it beliveable”. Saerom tells you, a little to excited about the whole ordeal. you swallow, oh boy are you in for a ride.

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meownotgood · 1 year

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kinda funny to me to think about Aki paired with reader who's much more into giving than receiving. showering Aki in praise, helping him with everything, comforting and wiping off his tears, protecting from any sort of danger, prioritizing Aki's pleasure when they're making love.

how confused Aki would be, trying to figure out how to thank them, what he could give to them.

reader doesn't really need anything in return. they just incredible happy because their heart filled with so much affection and love is finally accepted.

this is so perfect anon I love your mind

aki wouldn't be used to it, not at all. he's so selfless; he longs to give everything he has to the person he loves, that's just the kind of person he is. but when you're so obsessed with taking care of him, he doesn't really know how to react... he won't admit this, but all he knows is he really loves it.

it feels amazing to be taken care of by you, to have you comfort him when he's upset and hold him close, stroking his back and cooing gentle words into his ears. the way you seem to only care about his pleasure and making him feel good is so overwhelming, but so perfect. you give him more love than he thinks he deserves.

he's truly so grateful. all aki wants to do is melt in your arms and have you take all his worries away.

#I was actually thinking of something similar to this yesterday #just thinking of aki who loves to be taken care of by you #so he doesn't have to do anything at all #he'd be so grateful he wouldn't even know how to react #but when he gets into it.... he's a little bit spoiled lol #spoiled and needy for your affection #aki really just needs to be taken care of...#ask mags

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envy-of-the-apple · 3 months

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The Loneliest

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

Word count: 3.3k

Synopsis: For the longest time, you always thought you could only see them. And then you met that priest

(Warnings: dark content, manipulation, implied non-con, geto commits elder abuse)

You're not sure what they're called, but you know they aren't good.

Demons, you settled on calling them. They were ugly, disfigured, often garbed in dark, dull colors. Nothing about them was benevolent. You'd often see them sitting on people's shoulders, practically sucking their souls dry. The small ones were easy to ward off. Usually, they'd go away on their own after a few days. A weekend of relaxation was usually all people needed to get rid of them.

From what you knew, no one else could see them. In your younger days, it'd been isolating, terrifying. Now, you are a bit grateful none of your peers could see what you could. How they'd react, you couldn't tell.

You barely even blink when your neighbor asks if you could give her a ride to the temple, ignoring the thing that rests on her shoulders. It's bigger than what you've normally seen, with wings and human teeth. She's an older woman, with kind smiles, rambling about how she heard that the nearby temple was offering body exorcisms, how much her back hurt. You don't mention that the monks and priests or any religious figures are all fakes who lie for money. You've never met a single priest who could see what you see.

You say nothing because it wouldn't sway her either way. Besides, it was free.

The temple was swathed in money, just as you expected it to be. Grand pillars, clean tile floors. Money wasted on gold staircases and shiny vases. On a whim, you followed your neighbor in anyway, passing by the temples' followers. The one thing that you did note, was the significant lack of demons in the area.

You expected the Buddhist priest to be old, an ancient being that pretended to be wise. To your surprise, you were led to a man who might have been the same age as you, if not a bit younger. He was dressed in a monk's robe, he sat on the floor, resting his chin on his arm. A closed-lipped smile was spread across his face, dripping in faux-sweetness.

You obediently stayed silent while your neighbor prattled on about her incident. He nodded along, but it was clear he didn't really care about what she was saying. You knew what he would do. He'd coo at her misery, give her beads that would do nothing, and send her on her way. A harmless waste of time, really. The demon won't stay forever.

There's a twitch of his fingers. The demon leering over her body is suddenly sucked away from her, into his outstretched hand. The only evidence it leaves behind is a single marble.

"Better?" he asks, with no change of tone. That same emotionless lilt.

Your neighbor gushes, rolling her shoulders, saying that she's never felt this way in years. You can only watch the priest with widened eyes as your neighbor is led away by a woman with a tablet in her hand. The ball rolls along his fingers, like he too admires it.

"How-how did you do that?" You finally ask.

For the first time since you entered that room, his eyes meet yours. Brown, almost black. He tilts his head, wordlessly asking you to repeat yourself.

"The demon," you press, "how did you get rid of the demon?"

The smile slips, and he sits up ever so slowly. For a moment, you think you've done something incredibly wrong as he stands to his full height. The priest easily towers over you, you're dwarfed by his unfathomable height. He stops when he's a few feet away, assessing you.

"You can see them," it's a statement, not a question, "the curses."

"Is that what they're called?" You eagerly ask, "Curses?"

The smile is more real now, less manufactured.

"You have a rare gift," he says, "truly one of a kind."

Back then, you don't digest the supremacy of his words. You don't decipher the hidden meaning, the code, the disgust for the others. You were so happy to have finally met someone who can see them, like you could. Something like relief fills your heart, another justification that you weren't crazy. You weren't just seeing things.

His smile grows.

"I hope you continue to come back. I have many answers for you."

Over the coming weeks, you learn about jujutsu. You learn about cursed energy. You learned about sorcerers. You learn about a world you've never heard of before. A world you've always dreamed of. For the longest time, you always assumed you were the only one, that you were cursed.

Now, you know you aren't. Not anymore.

You aren't a jujutsu sorcerer, but you didn't mind. Master Geto (Suguru, he insisted you call him) was patient with you. Understanding. He'd sit with you for hours, even when he didn't have to, answering every question you could have for him.

Out of guilt, you volunteered to find people who have been cursed to help with his cause. Sometimes, you'd have to spruce up Suguru's power, add a bit more science and structure to what he really does. It never backfired on you, so far. Just as he advertised, Suguru was able to collect every single curse you bestowed on him. Each person you brought in would leave refreshed and satisfied.

As you came to spend time with the priest, you learned how wrong you were about him. When you first met, you thought he was a liar, a sham. Now, you know he's everything but. He's patient and caring towards everyone who follows him. He's so young, college-age, and yet he had even adopted two twins from a horrible house situation, taking them in as his own flesh and blood.

On top of all his responsibilities, he still managed to make time for you. You can't imagine it's easy for him. Despite his clear passion, there's a glimmer of exhaustion in his eyes. Why does he spend so much time with you?

You ask him that one day as the two of you walk through the gardens. He doesn't reply for a while, stopping to stare at a blooming bush of roses.

"You remind me of someone," he says suddenly.

You look up at him then, watching his face. A tinge of nostalgia rests across his eyes. You wonder what he's thinking of. School, homework and classes? The endless lectures, the smiles of friends. Maybe he's thinking of even older. Playgrounds and swing sets that squeak. Simpler times where he wasn't something that he is now.

"I do?" you prod, tilting your head. He reaches out, brushing his hands against the petals, careful to avoid the thorns.

He hums, "He is the strongest. More powerful than I could ever hope to be. He stood alone at the summit."

He plucks the rose. The bush gives with a snap. It's a pretty color. A deep red. Almost as dark as blood =.

"It's why I always felt he was lonely," he continues, "No one else could ever understand him. It's lonely to be the only one, yes?"

It was, you realize. It felt so lonely to see things no one else could see. No one else could relate to it, not even your parents. Your friends. You were alone for nearly decades. And then, you weren't anymore.

"Your friend," you murmur, "where is he now?"

Suguru peels off the last of the thorns, leaving the flower glossy and bare.

"We didn't believe in the same things, towards the end. People change. I did, so did he," he pauses, "Sometimes, I wonder what I could have done differently that day. Perhaps we could have stayed together, if I had just changed his mind."

You think about his friend. What their relationship was like. What it would be like to lose the only one who could ever understand you. Now that you had it, you could never imagine to lose it.

"Either way, I don't regret my decision."

He turns to you with a sigh, reaching out to your hair. You stay still as he tucks the flower behind your ear. The petals tickle your skin.

"A change had to be made for humanity. Sacrifices must be made. I don't care if the people I cherish think differently."

The petals tickle your skin.

"I'm glad you don't regret your decision," you tell him softly, "because I'm really glad I met you, Suguru."

He gazes down at you, his face the softest you've ever seen him be. His hand lingers by your neck a lot longer than it should. Still awed by him, you choose not to say anything about it.

"And I, you."

Everything was going perfectly. Until you ruined it.

It was your fault. Your error. There's a set time that Suguru allows you to visit. You always arrive a few minutes later, because you only volunteer at the temple. You still have a job. You too have responsibilities.

But today you arrived early. A fluke. You didn't intend on it, but you didn't think anything of it, Suguru always made time for you. And you didn't mind waiting a few minutes if he couldn't.

The box of sweets jostled in your hold as you tucked it under your arm. By now, you recognize most of Suguru's followers, as well as the fellow monks. They greet you with too-wide smiles on their faces, the same as always. You've grown to not mind them. You pass them by with very little trouble, already knowing where you were headed. Suguru's client room was just around the corner. And you always enjoyed watching him work.

In hindsight, you wish his followers would have stopped you, distracted you from your determination, it isn't like they didn't already know. You would have listened. Meeting Suguru was not a necessity. They could have lied for him. You could have kept the tentative friendship for just a bit longer.

He was already with someone. Eager, and careful not to disturb, you stood just behind a pillar. You don't notice how wrong the scene looks, until you see her. He was with a woman, a bit older. There's a tiny curse on her lower back, latched onto her clothing. It won't matter, Suguru will easily get rid of it. She reminds you of your neighbor in so many ways. They were the same age too. It's why you are confused as to why she's practically kneeling on the ground, her head pressed against the floor, like she's begging. For a woman her age, that position could be a hindrance to her body.

Still, she doesn't get up. You suddenly get this strange feeling that Suguru forced her to do this.

It's ridiculous because Suguru is kind. He's kind and patient and-

"How many donations have you made to the temple these past few months?"

You wouldn't have even thought it was his voice, had it not come from his mouth. He sounded so cold, mocking, cruel.

The woman seemed to tremble even more. She pressed herself harder against the ground, as if pleading to God himself. Maybe to her, Suguru was God.

"Please," her frail voice begs, "have mercy-"

"Manami?" Suguru turns to his trusted assistant. You yourself have spoken few words to Manami, but whenever you caught her looking there was the slightest hint of pity in her eyes.

Maybe this was why.

She sighs, just as clinical as her boss, as if the poor woman's begging meant nothing to her, as did he.

"It's been a 70 percent decrease, compared to the beginning of the year."

Suguru turned back to the woman. She was going to injure herself-why isn't Suguru telling her to get up, why isn't he doing anything?

"You haven't made much of a contribution to the temple," he sighs like this is more of an inconvenience than anything else, "I have no use for an insignificant cursed spirit. I'm afraid I can't help you."

She all but burst into tears, her sobs soaking the floor. You feel the numb sense of horror, misery and pain as her cries bleed into your ears.

"Please-please Master Geto. I-I don't know how much of this I can take."

Suguru regards her for a moment.

"I think I might have a way to solve your problem, then."

Slowly, she lifts her head up. You swallow at her face. Tired eyes, an exhausted look.

"You-you do, Master?"

His answer comes in the form of a snap of his fingers.

It's the biggest curse you've ever seen, larger than a car. She doesn't even put up a fight, screaming and screaming and screaming. When her pitch changes, turning into something more out of horror than pain, you realize that she can see it too.

It's a quick progression. It barely lasts a minute. The sounds of sucking and eating are so loud that it covers the sounds of the sweets dropping on the floor. They were supposed to be a gift for Suguru. You wanted to thank him again. You wanted to reward him for his kindness and patience.

Master Geto only looks in mild disgust at the bloodbath.

"They always die so messily," he sighs, looking at his blood-stained hands as Manami obediently hands him a towel, "Insects, that's all they are."

For the first time, since you've met him, Suguru gives a genuine smile.

It looks wrong. Too wide. Too many teeth. His lips curved into something thin and horrific.

Something evil.

It takes a week of your disappearance for Suguru to inquire why you haven't visited the temple.

You leave the messages unopened. When he tries calling, you turn your phone off. For seven days, you stay away from the temple, away from sorcerers, and away from Suguru.

A part of you still can't believe it. A part of you is convinced that what you saw has to be fake. Because, if it was real. If he had truly killed that woman, if he could control curses to do his bidding, then that meant for weeks-for weeks he was manipulating you. Lying to you.

There was no if. That's exactly what he was doing.

You sat on the couch, watching the TV in mild interest. Usually, at this time, you'd be at the temple, learning about the jujutsu world. Earlier, the lessons would fill you with a sense of awe.

Now, you can't even think about jujutsu without thinking of Suguru next.

Suguru mentioned he had a friend. A friend that was stronger than him, right? Could-could you find him? Could you tell him what Suguru has been doing-

"It's not very polite to ignore a person."

You jump, wide eyes catching his figure right at the doorway. You get up to your feet, watching as Suguru casually steps into your home. Your safety.

"How-how did you...?" You can barely get the words out.

He understands you anyway, and out of your peripheral vision, you see a cursed spirit waddle up behind him. It coughs something out of it's throat. The remains of your door knob land by your feet.

In any other situation, you would have been angry at Suguru's disregard for your property. Now, damage to your personal property was the last thing on your mind.

He wasn't wearing his monk garb (A mere costume, you now realize). He had dressed in a shirt and casual pants. Out of his usual garments, he almost looks normal. Human. The exact type of person he'd spit on.

"You haven't visited me lately," he starts, always one to get to the point.

You shift on your feet, "I've been busy....with work. I haven't had time."

"Really?" He tilts his head, assessing you, a hint of a smirk crosses his face like he knows you're lying. No, he does know you're lying.

When you don't reply, when you fix your gaze on the floor, willing to God or demon or curse that he would just go away, Suguru sighs. His smile dips into a frown. The curse disappears. You feel like the room is a bit less suffocating.

"I...apologize for what you saw," he finally says, "You shouldn't have seen it so early. I should have been more careful."

You blink. For the first time in this conversation, you find your words.

"Do...do you think that's what this is about?" He gives a blank look. "Suguru...you killed her."

You expected some type of reaction. Aggressiveness, anger, defenses, excuses. You got none of that. Instead, Suguru merely hummed in acknowledgment of casual admittance.

"I said it before, haven't I? Sacrifices must be made to change humanity."

"That's-that's not sacrifice," it was like you were talking to a wall, repeating your point over and over again until you bashed your skull in, "that's-that's slaughter."

"You said you were glad with my-"

"You're killing innocent fucking people!-"

"They're not people."

You froze at his tone. Throughout your friendship with Suguru, you've seen him express a variety of emotions. Joy, exasperation, irritation. Never have you seen Suguru angry before.

Never, until now.

He stands up straighter, his hands twitch by his sides as if they're barely keeping themselves in check. His face has gone blank, like he's lost all motivation to fake his emotions now. There's no point to it, not when you know who he truly is.

"They aren't even the same species as us," his words are quiet but you can hear the hatred and that scares you the most, "They are at the bottom of the food chain. Mere insects, parasites, that only create problems. They're not like you or me."

His smile comes back. Just as horrible as when you last saw it.

"They're worthless."

He's no priest, you steadily realize. He's no saint, no hero.

"Get out."

You wish you could have made your words sound harsher, but it was barely a whisper. You couldn't even hear yourself, much less hear the venom.

He sighs, his anger fades, the disappointment stays.

"I understand." He nods, his voice too condescending to not be noticed. "To be perfectly honest, I expected this. You've spent your entire life with those insects, obsessing over their needs when you didn't have to. It's only natural to have an affinity for them. I did too. It's why I know, you'll feel differently in the future."

"Fuck you," you hiss, "fuck you and your fucked up cult. You're a monster, you're a-"

He doesn't let you finish. One minute, he's across the room. The next, you feel his hand slap across your mouth as you fall back into the sofa. Your panic is immediate as he fully covers you with his body, pressing you into the cushions.

Suguru's touched you before. You never noticed. Never cared enough to notice. They were sparse brushes of fingers against your waist, arms, shoulders. Harmless.

Looking back, you wonder if you should have protested more against them. Maybe he'd have less courage to bury his face into your hair, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes. Or maybe it would have just made it worse.

"You're scared," he tells you, but it sounds like he's talking to himself, "It's okay to be upset."

You scream, but it comes out as a muffled sob. Suguru's mouth trails down your cheek. He kisses the underside of your jaw.

"You don't have to be. I promise I'll never hurt you. I cherish you too much."

He's lying. He's a liar. That's all he ever did. Lie to you. Cheat you.

When he pulls back to look at you, he almost smiles.

"I think I'm starting to understand why he left: I let him go."

His grin gets wider.

"I don't plan on doing that with you."

#dark content #yandere jjk #yandere #dark geto suguru #yandere geto suguru #x reader #manipulation #implied non con #hint of satosugu

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Done When I Say

Paring: Sasuke Uchiha x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, free use mention, sex to destress, overstimulation, rough sex, orgasm control, sex work, degradation, name-calling, Sasuke is an asshole but what else is new

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: Sasuke commission, god I hope this isn't too edgy and brooding. It's hard to write for him!

There was no doubt that he knew how to fuck you. With how many times he'd done so he'd learned every weak spot you had. A man like him would exploit them to his full benefit and pleasure, yours was just a bonus that he allowed to happen.

"Again." You heard his order from behind you coupled with the lightning fast smacking of his body against yours. "I'm not feel it. Didn't you hear me whore? Or did you lose your ability to understand words?" He doubled his efforts and pulled your ass a little higher, his cock at least reacting to the sight.

Feeling yourself get fucked by him was a weekly occurrence, it was routine, and so were your orgasms, happening when he deemed it necessary. "I just came. I'm still sore from it." You knew that didn't mean anything to him, he wasn't in the brothel to hear your excuses.

"Do you honestly think I care? I payed you to get fucked didn't I? I payed damn well. So you will do as I say and come around my cock." Sasuke's voice was almost deadly calm. If it weren't for him rutting into you and his cock pulsing with new waves of cum you wouldn't know if he felt good or not. Men like him were always tricky, but made you feel so good, which is why despite his attitude you looked forward to Sasuke's visits after training.

You let yourself go for him, focused on his hands, his cock, his balls slapping your clit, his cum trickling between your legs and onto the futon. The orgasm was borderline painful, ripped out of your sensitive pussyhole by him.

"Stop." The word bolted through your body so painfully. With great effort you forced your orgasm to stop, for your cunt to stop spasming around him.

"You're so cruel Sasuke." He hummed in response, if you could even call it such. He was already on the verge of ejaculation, your body responding so beautifully to him only spurred him on more.

"For someone who craves cock so much you have incredible self-control." That was as close to a compliment as Sasuke ever gave you. "Hold still, don't come." Two commands that he grunted out as he kept fucking his cock into you, the slaps echoing, probably heard by the other people in the brothel, maybe even in the street down below seeing as the window was open.

Your pussy gleefully took his thick, warm cum, as did your womb so happy that it's finally him who gets to claim it. "P-Plea-"

"Yes." That was the only word you needed to make your cunt pulse around his cock once again, finally finishing the orgasm that was interrupted before. Sasuke never moaned for you, he was fully silent even while he emptied himself inside of you, fucked you through it all and then pulled out to let the white mess spill out. "Fucking messy. Can't you even pretend not to be a free use slut? Used for the pleasure of any man who pays you." You were below him, but you served his needs so he didn't mind getting messy with you, "Close your legs, you're making it worse."

You let your body spread against the sheets and crossed your legs one over the other, your back and ass on full display for him.

"Hm. Some other time." You heard him mumble as he got dressed and tossed a coin purse beside you. "Extra. Don't ask why, just be grateful."

"O-Oh. Thank you. Thank you very much" If you had the strength you would have gotten up to greet him as he left. But you did meet his eyes right before he jumped through the window, the moonlight shining over his jet-black hair. It always looked so soft, you wondered if he'd let you touch him one of these days. He left with a nod and you were left there to catch your breath.

When you looked and counted the money you noticed there was indeed extra. More than enough to give you a break from work until he visited again next week.

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faulty-writes · 7 months

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Maybe some headcanons where Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio are hit by a quirk that makes them behave mostly the opposite of themselves for a few days to a week.

Bakugou is kind and gentle towards the reader and so visibly in love. He's become quite the gentleman!

Tamaki is super energetic, extremely romantic, and declares his affections in front of at least his entire class.

And Mirio is so very, very gloomy but he's practically attached to the reader and says they're, "One of the precious few rays of light left in this gray, gray world."

[ I really like this request. Hah, personality changes are the best! ]

Katsuki's behavior shocked everyone, including you. Being his usual hot-headed self, he ended up in a quirk accident that changed his personality. When Mr. Aizawa assured you, the effects would be only temporary, you were grateful because Katsuki acting so…sweet, and gentle was just as frightful as when he was his usual self.

Normally, he would be protective of you, but now it's different. "Here, I don't want you to get wet," he said, holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked. "Nothing will happen to me, but someone like you shouldn't be caught out in the rain," he smiled sweetly at you while you trembled in response.

If someone talked to you in the wrong way, he'd pull you close and say, "Please don't speak that way to Y/n, they mean a lot to me, yeah?" Despite this, his loving gaze resembled his angry one and you tried to believe that the real Katsuki Bakugou was still somewhere inside him.

"Let's cuddle!" he would announce bluntly, no matter who was around. If you didn't respond fast enough, he'd pull you into his lap by force. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

There was more thought put into your dates and he showed a greater interest in your hobbies. He would take you to your favorite restaurant or spend the evening in the dorm reading or watching a movie. He didn't get angry when others commented on how romantic or sappy he was, unlike before.

He could only react in anger when the effects of the quirk wore off and everyone shared the stories of what he did. "What the hell do you mean I did all that!?" He demanded, explosions sounding from his hands. It was only natural for you to smile because you missed the hotheaded Katsuki.

"Stay close to me, I love you so much…you're so kind and sweet and I can't bear to be apart from you!" To say Tamaki's reaction was surprising would be an understatement. It was like his hero persona times a thousand when he talked so bluntly about his affection for you. But his sudden personality change was credited to a quirk incident.

"I got these for you! They're so gorgeous, just like you. I…I just wanted to thank you for being my biggest fan and….love. I love you so much! I don't care who knows it!" He said after marching over to your desk in the morning and presenting you with the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

"Wow, another love letter for you! Guess this quirk accident brought out the more loving side of Amajiki, huh?" Nejire teased. It was clear she meant no harm, but Tamaki's love letters were beginning to get out of control. Since the incident, you must have found one to two in your locker every day.

During training exercises, it was normal for friends to cheer for you, but Tamaki took that to another level. The fact that he shouted your name enthusiastically and formed letters with his tentacles was endearing, but it was also distracting.

"Don't rub it off this time, okay!" He said, pressing a small kiss against your cheek. "I just want to kiss you forever!" he exclaimed trailing kisses across your reddened face. You hoped you wouldn't have to adjust to his lack of shame when it came to public affection.

"T-that's horrifying! W-why would I d-do all that!?" He squeaked out, hiding his face behind his hands as he appeared to be close to a panic attack. While part of you missed the proud and outspoken Tamaki, this version was the one you loved.

A quirk incident transformed Mirio into an emotional rollercoaster in a whole new way, and all the good parts of his personality vanished, leaving only doom and gloom behind.

As a result, he lost all his confidence and motivation, not to mention he questioned his purpose as a hero. "Don't get me wrong…having a quirk is great…but…my quirk is just so lame compared to others and if I don't have a cool, flashy quirk..then what's the point?" You wondered whether those were his real thoughts or if his mind was also thrown back to middle school.

"You're truly my only source of sunshine…the rest of this world is…dull and gray to me…" Mirio sought your company whenever and wherever he could, he didn't care if others were watching when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, almost as if he was trying to hide from the gray world he described.

As his self-confidence dwindled, he refused to attend class and skipped hero training. To your surprise, he began discussing new dreams unrelated to his previous lifelong dream of becoming a hero. These included exploring new interests and hobbies and you could only remain supportive.

"I can't stand this gloomy world without you. If you left…I don't know what I'd do…I'd just wither away," you assumed this was his way of expressing his gratitude that you hadn't abandoned him during the long week following the quirk accident.

"Hah! Wow, really? I can't believe that quirk accident made me think so negatively about becoming a hero and yes, my quirk may not be flashy but I can still save the world," he said after all the quirk effects wore off. Then he poked your nose and with a cheesy grin said, "Thanks for putting up with me! I totally owe you one!"

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d34dlysinner · 8 months

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how would the kings (& maybe some other devils?? idk) react to an mc that has a nice singing voice?

like, mc’s alone, going about their day, singing a tune, & the devil in question overhears them?

ty <3

AHAHAHAHAHAHA *evil laughs bcs honestly I love this...*

Satan:

He just calmly listens until you're done before he makes his presence known.

"You've got a nice voice there.", he says as he smiles at you and even chuckles when you flinch out of surprise. He'll laugh if you act shy after that saying: "A second ago you were singing your heart out and now you're shy after a little compliment?... I'm sure you've heard compliments about your voice before."

Mammon:

He'll confidently walks in and either sit next to you or hold you. It wasn't a surprise to you since he isn't one to sneak around. In fact he's very flashy and loud that you'd notice him behind doors.

"I heard you sing from the room next to here. Continue singing." *He says as he rests his chin on your head. His eyes closing as he continues to listen to your voice.

Leviathan:

He knows he should feel proud and in awe of you singing, but he can't help feeling jealous. He isn't quiet when he gets jealous. He'll just stride into the room and sit down.

Whether you're a bad or good singer, he would be jealous of the confidence you have. It'll be even worse when you have a great voice.

"It's kind of unfair how good your voice sounds..."

He says, but he motions for you to continue. He doesn't want to ruin your fun if singing helps you to keep you entertained. If it's too much for him he'll leave.

Beelzebub:

He listens to you, unnoticed. He'll wait until you're done before clapping and giving you praise for having a great voice.

"I didn't know you could sing." He says as he asks you to sing another song again. He would from time to time even ask you to join him in a karaoke. "It's more fun to sing with an audience, why not join me? We could even do duets."

He would want you to be more open with whatever talent you have, but he won't push you if you're too shy.

Lucifer: (FINALLY A NEW KING CAN MAYBE JOIN THE HC'S)

Lucifer wouldn't hide himself. It's also hard for him to hide himself with how enchanting he looks so the only choice he has is to walk into the room and make himself be known.

He would walk in and walk towards a chair. Sitting on the chair, he would look at you with his golden eyes. His gaze is piercing as he opens his mouth to say:

"Continue. I want to hear more."

He doesn't need to say much and he doesn't mean to sound commanding or threatening, but sometimes it's the vibe or the way he goes about it that makes it seem like a demand/threat.

He would silently listen to you before giving you a little praise

"You should take pride in something you do good... though... I wonder if your voice would be just as enchanting when you're crying.", he says as a few ideas popped into his mind. Maybe he'll use that voice of yours during one of your sessions again...

(And some nobles bcs I wanted to... :D)

Astaroth:

He would keep quiet and overhear you. Not making his presence known to you. When you finish singing he'll stay quiet and leave before you notice him. He'll use it against you in the bedroom.

"You're being so quiet right now?... A great singing voice like yours doesn't need to be silent in times like these.", he'd say as he teases you. He'll smirk down at you when you react to his words. "I couldn't risk you stopping out of being shy... I want to hear more."

Belial:

Honestly he wishes to stay silent and to not bring it up to you since he wants you to be comfortable. But Jjyu blew his cover before he could walk away.

He would try to apologise to you since he didn't mean for you to become flustered.

When you tell him that it's okay and that he's allowed to listen other times he'll feel relieved and grateful.

Sitri:

He heard you from afar. He forgot to compliment you each time because of the workload he has, but he does love listening to you whenever he's busy. Sometimes he'd subconsciously hum the songs you sing while doing some errands. It makes his king wonder from where Sitri hears these tunes.

Bael:

He accidentally walked into the room while you were singing. You'd see that he's stressed and ask if he needs something like some tea or water. He politely declines and apologises for stumbling into the room unannounced. You ask him if he would like something else to keep his mind of his work or help him relax.

He would think about it and ask at times if you could sing for him.

So that's how you sometimes sit in his office while singing for him some tunes.

Andrealphus:

He loves hearing your voice since its a way for him to indicate that you're near him. It's even better when you sing. He would try to be silent and sneakily listen, but it's not really possible in his condition. At first you would be shy to sing for him, but over time you saw how relaxed he became while listening to you. It kind of became an habit to sing for him.

Barbatos and Foras:

The two would stumble on you singing while doing some errands and both of them would praise you and ask you to continue. Even saying that they would leave if it made you more comfortable. Both of them are gentlemen and they wouldn't want to ruin your fun.

Foras would give you some praises and softly applaud you with a smile across his face.

Barbatos would be more romantic and would even kiss your hand or gift a rose for each time you'd sing for him.

Ronove:

He only knew about your singing voice because you wanted him to experience having fun with people. One of his interests was a karaoke, but with his condition of making others insane it was hard to go to an actual karaoke and sing. You both decided that it would be fine to sing in a room. Just the two of you. He's grateful that you'd sing for him each time he asked.

Bimet:

Bimet would hear your voice accidentally and then make a comment about how you could profit from your singing voice if you practice it some more. He would even talk about being your manager if you wanted to do some singing career. You'd think he has enough work, but when it comes to money he always finds a way to make room for more workload. That being said, he would from time to time compliment you if he hears you singing again.

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etheries1015 · 10 months

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Lilia x (Slightly) traumatized reader - When he began to fall in love

TW: Panic attack descriptions, mentions of PTSD

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

Lilia loves jumping out and scaring people. Something about the faces people make and the silliness of it put a smile on his face, he never knew he would find himself stopping faster than he had even begun. It's the one thing that you probably hated THE MOST. You flinch, you duck, you cover your head, and your heart comes to an absolute stop. Perhaps you had some sort of traumatic past that resulted in you flinching at the smallest movement, or perhaps you just aren't good at paying attention to your surroundings, so the suddenness catches you off guard. Or maybe it's just how you are, someone who doesn't take well to being jumpscared, touched without seeing them, or hearing noises or even your name called out that you were not anticipating. No matter what the reason, Lilia vowed never to do it again to you after this one instance, eventually finding himself feeling a few conflicted emotions as time went on...

It was your first meeting, unfortunately. He popped out of a tree seemingly out of nowhere in order to hand you the letter from Malleus, he had seen you coming up and giggled to himself as he planned his "attack."

The second you let out a scream and he recognized it to be genuine, his heart wrenching never thinking he'd hear a scream like that again. It was a scream of pure terror from the deepness of your heart, not a light-hearted "You scared me!" kind of scream, but one someone let out when they felt they were in danger, in pure fear, as if you were in...pain, almost. Immediately his face fell in regret, twisting into grief as he watched your legs give out from under you falling to the ground with your hands grasping your chest and sobbing.

"Don't do that!" You wailed out, body folding in a way where your face began to tuck towards your legs facing the ground as you tried to console your trembling body. You began to sob, and he had never felt worse.

Others call this dramatic, some think; "It's just a prank, you're being ridiculous. I wouldn't ACTUALLY hurt you." However, Lilia never thought of it that way. Somehow, some way, either your past experiences or something else, caused you to react how you did. Not once did he judge you for this reaction, but chastised himself for not being more aware that perhaps others do not take kindly to those types of pranks as the people he is used to surrounding himself with. He quickly dropped down to your level and apologized, hands wavering in hesitation. The last thing he wanted to do was touch you, seven no, he wouldn't want to frighten you more than he had already done.

"I'm so sorry...please, breath. In and out, just like that..." He took a few dramatic deep breaths, making them loud enough for you to follow his breathing in hopes to help calm you down. A minute of this and you began to come to, sitting up slowly and wiping your now puffy eyes before letting out a shaky sigh and avoiding his gaze.

"I'm s-sorry-" you choked out rapidly trying to explain away your reaction, "I know you were just trying to b-be funny, I'm okay it's okay I promise I'm not mad-" Lilia quickly shook his head and slowly moved his hand to rub your back, gauging your reaction to be certain his movements were not making you uncomfortable in any way.

"No, I apologize, (y/n). I will not do that to you ever again, the last thing I want to do is instill another panic attack upon you." He was so kind, so mature, and apologetic. It wasn't often you met someone who was understanding as that, without questioning you or your past or your reasoning. He simply apologized and let it go, and for that you were incredibly grateful for. After this he gave you the letter and you spoke to each other per usual, he gave another quick sorry before disappearing into the wind.

He did indeed keep his promise, finding that he had begun treating you with slight favoritism, and always being there for you whenever he found you in a state of panic. As time went on and he watched you go along with your school life, Lilia found himself gravitating to you naturally. He felt the need to...protect you, to watch over you, perhaps it was his "fatherly" instincts kicking in out of worry for your curious behavior from your first meeting, but it seemed to perhaps be something more. The charismatic Fae found himself behind the scenes giving advice to others around you, suggesting that instead of coming from behind or making themselves known by touching your shoulder or your back, make sure you see them first. To come in with their presence automatically known, something in which the other students didn't fully understand, however, took up his advice with grace and kindness. Lilias explanation for the advice?

"I simply notice how off in space they look at times," He would say, "We wouldn't want to wake someone who sleepwalks, would we? Treat it the same with our dear prefect," He tried writing it off in a joking manor to avoid suspicion. They would shrug their shoulders and simply agree, and you had taken notice that people were not surprising you as often, although the occasional jerk of shock was inevitable at times. Even when he noticed those small movements, Lilias's heart ached just a little bit. He knew you were capable, he did not doubt that you were a strong person who could hold your own, yet he couldn't help himself. Perhaps it was the guilt he was feeling? Although he wouldn't try this hard for anyone else, he found his heart beating a little bit faster whenever you were the topic at hand, and suddenly trying his best to make sure you have a comfortable life at school the best you could with your circumstances seemed to come natural to him.

These subtle changes had not gone unnoticed, of course. Malleus had even pointed out to him how he had never seen Lilia cut his antics for someone before, how he noticed Lilias gaze gravitating to you whenever you walked into the room, how he seemed to shine just a little bit brighter at the mention of your name. Malleus had inquired Lilia about the things he had mentioned to other students, to which he responded with a fond smile as he gazed at your figure talking to Grim and the others.

"Well," Lilia said, "I suppose you can say I may have grown a soft spot for our prefect," He chuckled, "And wouldn't want anything to make them uncomfortable. They are not from this world, so I simply would like to assist in any way I can," He sighed. Maybe one day they can trust me enough to speak about what ails them, although I'm satisfied behind the scenes for now, Lilia thought. Malleus raised an eyebrow at his guardian, an amused smile creeping upon his face.

"Are you saying that our old general has become enamored with a human?" He teased with a hint of amusement in his voice. A light blush painted on the fae's cheeks, with his red eyes widening nothing short of a split second, before returning to his normal haughty expression and a guttural laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous," Lilia turned on his heel, "It's not much different than how I feel about Sebek or silver." Malleus hummed in response to this, but the two fae knew that was not true. He treated you with much more gentleness, much more care, and concern. Again he tried to convince himself that it was perhaps in his fraternal nature, or perhaps the thought he never wanted to hear that scream again or see you in pain as he had that one day. It was the guilt, he also told himself, nothing more. Although, if it was something more than that... "It...does not matter," He hesitated, the smile he had painted upon his features wavering, forcing himself not to turn around to steal another gaze at you. 'When it comes to love...' he thought,

"It's far too late for me."

Maybe in another life, he could hold you in his arms as he wished, and protect you the way he wants to. But for now...watching from the shadows while suppressing these confusing feelings will have to do.

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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how seventeen react to their s/o having a diary of compliments

requested by 🐾 anon: "soft thoughts how svt would react when they found out that their s/o writes diary that is full of their picts and a lot of confessions and compliments such as "he looks so good today!" or "how i adore you" like that"

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seungcheol

as a rule he doesn't so much as glance at your personal things (bc duh, they're personal) but you leave your diary open on your desk when you get a call from your friend and begin pacing around while talking to them. he pops his head into your room, sees you not there, but he notices his name in the book and does a double take. smiles when he sees it's a list titled "things cheol does that make me happy", and glances over at it once before backing away, bc even the knowledge that you made a list like that is enough for him

jeonghan

knew about it, probably secretly orchestrated the whole ordeal and (lovingly) manipulated you into having it by constantly suggesting you should have a diary for him. was still surprised when you actually made one though, finding out when he knocked the journal over on your bedside table while trying to steal your charger again. doesn't tell you that he knows, but does sometimes just look over you n smile all giggly bc wow you love him so so much and he just feels so lucky to have you

joshua

he has one for you too. it was basically a joint project tbh, with both of you deciding to buy diaries for each other on an anniversary of some sorts and just writing in it compliments for each other n put in pictures whenever you think of it. you're under no obligation to tell him what you wrote, but he loves reading his out to you and watching you blush. little does he know that you have "when he reads out his compliments to me" in your diary of things that you love about him <3

junhui

is just so, so touched. thinks that it's the most adorable thing in the world. he complimented you one time when you were lounging around at home, and watched as you blinked and then whipped out the diary, scribbling something furiously. you wouldn't tell him what you'd written, but he'd caught a glimpse of "he called me pretty today" in the book and just laughs, kissing you on the cheek and squishing you into his arms without another word

hoshi

accidentally looked through the diary bc it was on the coffee table and he just thought it was just like, one of those yearly planners or something. pretends to get offended when you (jokingly) yell at him for looking through it bc???? why are you mad it's literally about him??? but he does smile all melty soft and tease you about the fact that you like it when he's all laser-focused while practicing his choreography, earning himself a light slap across the cheek

wonwoo

you've never seen this guy around your things, and you're never going to see this guy around your things, bc he doesn't touch them. still knows you have a book for him tho, or some sort of place where you document the stuff you like about him, and sometimes he'll leave little post-its around the house with comments that uncannily match the things you write about him, like "you look so good today" and "i genuinely adore you so much"

woozi

hmm i'm thinking more of lists of compliments for woozi! he's probably not the best at receiving praise, so to help with that you've attempted to leave little lists of things you've adored the most about him recently. it takes him a while to notice them, dotted randomly around the apartment, and he never mentions them to you but sometimes he smiles just a little wider and comes over and kissed you on the forehead and you know he's seen them and he's grateful for them

minghao

they were all just random little adoring notes, really, but they warmed his heart. things like "i really love him" and "he makes me feel so special" just make him the happiest because it's as if you're acknowledging the extent of his adoration for you, as if you're able to see just how much he loves you, and he loves that so much. tells you how he's seen your diary, all shy and pink-eared, and just smiles even further when you kiss him on the cheek and tell him it's all true

mingyu

his ego just goes Through The Roof when he happens to stumble across your diary dedicated to him. no but honestly, he really just kind of melts with fondness, going all lovely soft and deciding to take you out on an extravagant date right after reading it, refusing to tell you the reason for this spontaneous expensive dinner but also just smiling at you adoringly and giving you cheesy compliments as if you've just started dating all over again

dokyeom

he helped you make your scrapbook that's dedicated to him!! he gave you the scrapbook, the camera you use to take pictures of him, the cute rolls of stickers that you use to decorate it. beams the widest when you tell him you've made another page for him, asks to see it and goes all bright red over the lovely things you've written and the adoration practically emanating from the glued-on photos that you took and stuck in

seungkwan

probably starts crying tbh. it takes him a few accidental encounters with the diary (bc you seriously are so forgetful w your things and keep leaving it out) for the content to truly sink in, but as he's glanced at yet another page with the words "i always love when he makes me smile" on it yet again he can't help but burst into tears on the kitchen island right then and there, making you run to him in panic and hold him as he's an inconsolable mess

vernon

stands there and just . reads the entire thing. he's just so surprised that you have so many things that you love about him, enough for you to have filled almost the entire diary in about 4 months. when you get all embarrassed when he asks you about the diary, he rushes to assure you that it's okay and that he loves it and he was wondering… would it be okay if he made a diary like that for you too?

chan

he started a diary for you first, and it was when you found out about it that you made one for him too. he didn't know about it, though, and you diligently created page after page of compliments and pictures before presenting it to him as an anniversary gift. he gets all teary eyed, touched to the very core, reading through every page just so reverently and so happy that he was able to be loved by someone as wonderful as you.

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esamastation · 7 months

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Shizuroth, in which author had a intrusive thought and instead of waking up in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, Shen Qingqiu Transmigrates again.

Shen Qingqiu hadn't exactly been expecting anything. Dirt, maybe, a forest perhaps - a clearing with a beautiful spring and impeccable Feng Shui preferably, but with Airplane-bro doing the arrangements he hadn't really put much hope into that. Either way, coming out of a plant, he figured there'd at least be soil.

Metal ceiling with bevelled corners and fluorescent lights was definitely not something he'd been thinking about. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever see fluorescent lights again! His new xianxia world didn't even have the concept of electricity, never mind making use of it beyond some lightning-based attacks, and even if he, as an immortal master, lived long enough to see technological progress, why would electrical lights become a thing when night pearls already exist? Never mind glowing talismans and various crystals and gemstones, and honestly, glowing moonlight snail worms in a lantern - and besides, the rules of xianxia basically forbid modern technology, because would it even be xianxia anymore at that point?

And that's completely beyond the point here.

Shen Qingqiu sits up, still staring at the fluorescent light in the ceiling. It's got a slight greenish hue and emits constant low hum of electricity. It looks painfully, incredibly mundane and utterly real.

Maybe it's a dream? He's dreaming of his past life. That has to be it.

Shen Qingqiu looks down and knows none of what he sees. Well, he recognises it - curtains on a frame at each side of his bed, uncomfortable looking chair sitting beside it, a metal bedside table, laptop with sorta janky angular design… Everything looks like it's made of metal, from the walls to the doors to the desk.

It's definitely no room Shen Yuan had ever lived in. It kind of looks like a hospital bed, but in no hospital he's ever been in.

Pushing the flimsy blanket off himself, Shen Qingqiu moves to stand up, only to stop and stare at his bare knees. He's only wearing modern underwear and the fact that his legs are hairless isn't a surprise - Shen Qingqiu's body is perfectly smooth all over, of course, because xianxia - he's used to that. It's their shape that's new.

His knees look muscled. They begin from - thicc - equally muscled thighs and continue onto shapely calves, and - and who has muscled knees? Honestly, they look like something that belongs to Liu Qingge, not him! Liu Qingge would have muscled knees!

Shen Qingqiu wasn't weak, alright, he trained, he practised with his sword, he could handle himself. He was a master of martial arts too, okay! But, uh, he didn't… exactly… look the part. Nor did he want to! That kind of shape took a lot of work to maintain, and with the Without a Cure poison -

Ah!

Shen Qingqiu quickly puts a hand on his - tight, so tight, flat, faintly ripped, definitely muscled, and now that he's looking, is that a noticeable bulge in his very tactical looking boxers, holy shit, okay, not the time - belly and circulates his Qi.

Correction, he tries to circulate his Qi.

It feels like he's trying to stir a pool of fresh cement with a spoon. There's energy there - a great thick mass of energy - but it doesn't flow. It barely even reacts to his crude poking.

This body hasn't ever cultivated - and yet it is practically bursting with power.

Oh, is that how the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body works? That makes sense. Of course, it's new, so it would've never cultivated, it wouldn't have a shaped core. Honestly, he should be grateful that it has any energy at all! He might've come out of his resurrection without any power at all! Having this much energy to mould into a new core is a blessing. And his veins…

His spiritual veins feel a little burnt somehow, but that's not too bad! Probably just a side effect from all this energy roaming freely in his body. Shen Qingqiu's body has damaged spiritual veins too, he's used to working around it. And either way, the Without a Cure is gone! That's already a huge leap forward for him, even if he had to start from scratch.

Running a hand up and down his - washboard abs, holy shit - stomach, and feeling long hair - so familiar he almost didn't notice - falling down his back, Shen Qingqiu looks up and then frowns.

New body doesn't explain the room he's in. It doesn't explain the electrical lights. It doesn't explain -

A hand rips aside the left side curtain with a screech of metal rings on a metal frame, and a doctor steps into view.

It's unmistakably a doctor, with a white lab coat and clipboard, eyeglasses and irritated expression and everything.

"So, you're up," the man says, looking at him down his nose and sniffing. He takes out a pen and turns his attention to the clipboard. "Well then. How do you feel?"

Shen Qingqiu reframes his world with the swiftness of a practised transmigrator and a liar and hangs his head as though it hurts. Hair falls to curtain his face, hopefully hiding his expression. It's surprisingly pale. Hm. "What happened?"

Oh, nice, his voice is almost the same. A little lower, maybe, but familiar enough.

The doctor glances at him. "Confusion," he says and marks it down. "Not a common symptom for you. What else?"

Shen Qingqiu hesitates, unsure, and looks down at himself. He's got muscles on muscles, and his internal energies feel like a concrete truck ready for a pour, but aside from that there's no clues as to what he's supposed to say.

System? He thinks warily.

He gets the mental equivalent of a busy signal. Which is a… really weird sensation, really.

"What else?" the doctor demands impatiently.

Shen Qingqiu, uncertain, asks again, "What happened?"

The doctor narrows his eyes at him and then scoffs. "The assistant misjudged the dosage. I should've never let him handle your injection, but what's done is done. You received three times your maximum, and your body shut down briefly to accommodate."

… What? What is any of that even supposed to mean? Aside from that last point… that sounded far too familiar. "My heart stopped?" Shen Qingqiu asks slowly, pushing his long bangs back from his face.

"Only for a moment - we didn't even need to resuscitate you, your body recovered on its own - a notable new mutation, which has been added to your file, but unlikely to be very useful going forward," the doctor says, looking at the clipboard again. "It's likely only applicable to specific circumstances, and you shouldn't rely on it in the field. Blood loss will kill you eventually, even if your heart can restart itself, so don't count on it even as a last resort."

… Yeah, Shen Qingqiu has no idea what to make of that. "I wasn't planning on it," he says and clears his throat. This place and this guy is starting to give him the creeps now. "I feel fine now. Can I go?"

The doctor tsks at him, marks something down and tucks the clipboard under his arm. "Fine. Your next dose is in two weeks, on the 17th. Don't miss it."

Shen Qingqiu hums, noncommittal, and misses his fan. If these doses killed the new original goods, he's not sure he'd be taking any more, not if he had any choice.

The doctor scoffs, reminding Shen Qingqiu for a moment of himself in a weird way - what the original Shen Qingqiu might've looked like for original Luo Binghe - and turns to leave. "Get out of here then, Sephiroth. Your clothes are in the closet in the back."

"... Thanks," Shen Qingqiu murmurs and then lifts his head, feeling his face go slack in shock. There's a strand of pale - silver! - hair in front of his face and thankfully the doctor is already out of view and can see his reaction, because, what…?

… What did the man just call him?

So, there was a Whole Train of Thought that brought us here.

#Fanfiction #Svsss #Final fantasy vii #Shen Yuan #Shen Qingqiu

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charliedawn · 1 year

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How would the slashers react to nurse y/n that smokes cigarettes? (if you could add Arthur I would LOVE IT💗)

Arthur Fleck :

"...I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me ?", you said when you saw Arthur at your favorite hiding spot.

He laughed—the distinctive smell of cigarette filling your senses as he winked cheekily at you.

"Come on, sweetheart. What do you take me for ? A snitch ?"

He even helped you lit your cigarette and you took a deep breath before releasing the smoke into the air.

It felt good.

It helped you relax after a long day and Arthur seemed to understand as he tapped the butt of his cigarette against the edge of one of the windows absent-mindedly.

"...Don't overwork yourself, nurse Y/N."

You smiled and nodded at his kind words.

"Duly noted."

Arthur wouldn't judge and even though he would feel a little concerned—he'd understand.

Everyone had their way to relax—you just happened to have the same destructive one as him.

Freddy Krueger :

You were out of cigarettes and cursed as you knew only one other person who could procure you some...Freddy.

He was smoking a lot himself and even though you had no idea how he kept finding ways to get some—you were grateful he could for once.

But, when you asked him...he just had to gloat.

Freddy *pretends not to have heard you*: "What's that ? Oh, you better speak up...Didn't hear ya quite well the first time."

You *roll your eyes and extend your hand forward* : "Don't be an idiot. Smoke now."

Context : You had repeated one thousand times to Freddy not to smoke inside and now that you were desperate, he had decided to be a jerk and not give you a cigarette.

Freddy *sneers* : "Yeah nah...Don't think so. 'It's bad for your lungs', remember ?", he teased you before taking a long puff and blowing it in your face.

You couldn't help but cough and he smirked triumphantly, but didn't expect it when you suddenly stole the cigarette he had in his mouth to take a long inhale.

He was shocked for a few seconds before his face split with a large grin.

Freddy : "Ya know...That kinda counts like a kiss."

You rolled your eyes before leaving.

He wouldn't get to you. Not today.

Jack Torrance :

"Give me a cigarette.", you requested and Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but he immediately denied.

"Me ?! Why...I would never. Don't you know that it's forbidden ?!"

You rolled you eyes at his overdramatic expression of disbelief and shook your head before sighing.

"Yeah yeah...I'm desperate, okay ?."

He was about to protest—but reconsidered when he saw how tired you seemed.

"Fine.", he finally answered you before pulling out his pack and giving you one.

"...But, it's gonna cost ya."

You rolled your eyes again. Of course...

Jack *smoking next to you* : "...So even the great nurse Y/N can have a break, huh ?", he joked and you playfully rolled your eyes at him before taking another puff.

"Sorry to disappoint..."

He shook his head with a small smile.

"Not disappointed. Just surprised you're not a workaholic cyborg from another dimension here to abduct us all."

You snorted before taking another drag of your cigarette with a small enigmatic smile on your lips.

"Who says I'm not ?"

Jack *laughs* : "Point taken."

Jason Voorhees :

Jason : "Bad...Bad for Y/N..."

Jason won't necessarily act, but he'll give you the disapproving stare.

His ma' used to be a heavy smoker, so he got used to it. But, it doesn't mean he approves.

Jason *stares at you*

You *stare back*

Jason *scrunches his nose in disgust at the cigarette*

You *sigh* : "Look...I know I should quit. But, I just have to relax, okay ? I spent all morning with Freddy. I need it."

Jason *nods understandingly before standing up and walking away*

He may not approve, but he won't stop you.

He knows what it's like and would allow you to smoke from time to time—if it doesn't become a recurrent thing that is.

Then, he'd have to call on Brahms.

And you don't want that. Definitely not.

Brahms Heelshire :

He's the smoking police.

Smoke kills. And he doesn't want you dead.

Brahms *shakes his head and throws all of your cigarettes away*

You : "NO ! MY PRECIOUS !"

He would actually do a better job at finding the people smoking than the members of staff themselves.

He'd be invested in tracking down everyone with a cigarette at hand.

And since he can travel through the walls, you don't even see or hear him coming.

He'd be deadly and silent. Dawning on you when you least expect it.

You *think you finally found a place to smoke in peace*

Him *waiting in the shadows for his moment to strike*

Michael Myers :

Michael is a blood hound.

He can smell smoke from a mile away.

You can't hide from him, and you can't fight him either.

He'll get you to quit...eventually. Even if it hurts.

Him *walking away with your cigarettes with you—trying to slow him down by gripping his leg and being dragged behind him*

You : "YOU CAN'T ! MY PRECIOUS ! GIMME !"

Michael *no*

You : "But—"

Michael *no*

You : "LET ME—!"

Michael *glares down at you**NO*

No means no. He won't allow you to kill yourself slowly with the toxins while he could do something about it. There are already a lot of things that could kill you, he doesn't need another to worry about.

Michael *throws them in the toilet and flushes them down the drain*

You *in tears* : "NOOOOO !"

Michael *walks away**mission accomplished*

Norman Bates :

Norman *waiting for you* : "Where were you ?"

You *jump out of your skin when you see him standing there* : "NORMAN ! Jesus...You scared the living crap out of me."

Norman *unmoved* : "Where were you ?"

You *smiles nervously* : "I was huh...taking a walk ?"

Norman *hums—unconvinced* : "In the middle of the night ?"

You : "...Midnight stroll ?"

Him *sighs before going down the stairs and gently grabbing your chin for you to look at him* : "Y/N...You know I don't like liars."

You *gulp before admitting* : "I...I was smoking."

Norman *sighs in disappointment* : "I know."

You *look away guiltily*

Norman : "...I told you many times over that those things will kill you. But, if you think you know best ? Keep at it, sweetie. You won't be the one crying at the funeral..."

Your eyes widened at his harsh words and you opened your mouth to reply—but he didn't let you.

He wordlessly went back into the house and you blinked twice before looking at the cigarette you had just managed to hide behind your back before Norman arrived.

You threw it away.

Having a disappointed Norman was the worst feeling.

Bo Sinclair :

You *sigh when you see Bo arriving* : "...What are you doing here, Sinclair ?"

Him *snorts* : "Ain't I allowed outside ?"

You *roll your eyes before taking a puff of your cigarette*

Him *fidgets while staring at the cigarette in your hand* : "...Ain't you gonna offer me one ?"

You *sigh and shake your head* : "It's my spot, Bo. My break. Go get your damn smoke elsewhere. And I ain't giving you my lighter either."

He groaned loudly and you thought he was actually going to give up when he suddenly had a wicked idea and smirked.

"No problem. I'll just find another way."

You were about to ask what he was talking about when you realized just as close he was to you now.

He then grabbed your jaw and opened your mouth so he may inhale the smoke, before you could protest.

You were so shocked—you couldn't move...until he took a step back and walked away nonchalantly with a smug grin on his face.

You *flipping him off* : "BO SINCLAIR, YOU ARE A PIG !"

Him *responds in kind* : "Yeah yeah...Thanks for the smoke, darlin'."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #arthur fleck x reader #norman bates x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jack torrance x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #slashers au #slashers

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velvetcloxds · 8 months

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HSHDHS YES and I can imagine just having dinner trying to comfort Derek touching his arm or something and he flinches so hard trying not to elicit a good reaction cuz Chris is watching😭

MONIQUE OHMYGOD I NEED A DEREK VERSION OF CRAZY STUPID LOVE NOW SJFHDH like it’s one of my favorite rom coms ever and it’s fitting perfectly right about now😭😭 and that pose with Der omg!!

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | D.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: age gap, dbf!derek, argent!reader, "I met you while trying to kill you for being a werewolf but then you helped me get a girl to help me get over my wife and now you're dating my daughter" vibes, fem!reader

Derek wore his fancy jacket, his "this is serious" jacket, his "today you're a gentleman jacket"- how was he to know he'd need more than his jacket and his perfect meet-the-family lines to win over his best friend to let him continue dating his daughter? Dinner was awkward to say the very least, neither your dad nor Derek had acknowledged where they knew each other from before meeting tonight, the night of your birthday dinner, but it was clear there was history there and no one was going to say something first so no one was yet to say anything at all.

Your dad was slicing at his steak in a way that made the whole act seem a little personal, his eyes on Derek's every move as the werewolf tried not to react to you slipping your hand onto his knee like you always did, it was one of his favorite little gestures which is why you were a little surprised when he didn't slip his hand onto yours right away, taking a big gulp from his wine glass in the process

"You two are pretty cozy," your dad noted and you were grateful for Allison's presence next to you to share in a questioning stare because does no one remember you coming home from at least a hundred dates talking about just how amazing Derek was? "What's it been like a week or two?"

"Dad, we've been dating for a few months now," you breathed, not even thinking as you scooped the crunchy carrots from your plate into Derek's, smiling your usual sweet smile and silently asking him to get rid of them for you. "I'd say it would be a little weird if we weren't cozy," you scoffed, thumb brushing over Derek's as you leaned into his side, extremely confused when it made him take in a loud breath of air. You didn't want it to be too obvious when you gave him a little look to ask what was wrong, but it wouldn't have mattered because the man wasn't even looking at you to begin with.

"So, Derek, have you two thought any more about moving in together?" Allison had no idea the terror her question would cause both Derek and your dad looking at her with complete horror as she took another bite of the bread Derek made. "What?" you were curious too, finally being able to meet your boyfriend's gaze and having no idea why he would be so surprised by the question when you talked about it just the previous day.

"Are you okay?" Your question was quiet really, only for his ears but it drew your dad's attention still, the echo of his knife hitting the plate enough to steal your focus. "Are you okay?" you reprised your question to the man opposite of you.

"You're dating my daughter," he wasn't looking at you, eyes burning right into the side of Derek's head before he snapped to meet his gaze, explanation already on his tongue. "You're dating my daughter," he repeated and boy were you lost but by the looks of it you'd be caught up real soon. "You want to move in with my daughter? You?" he had stood up now, plate clinking against the table in the process, glass almost tipping were it not for Derek being fast enough to catch it. "The man who taught me the best way to get a woman to sleep with me wants to move in with my daughter?" Allison swallowed a gasp. You weren't sure who to question first but your dad was moving before you had time to think it through.

"Dad!" you didn't even hesitate before jumping up and moving in front of Derek, stopping the man with your hands firmly on his chest and your face blocking his gaze before he could get close enough to Derek's chair. "Let's take a breath."

"Look, Chris, I can explain."

"Maybe not this second, babe," your tongue slipped, you didn't even realize you'd thrown the petname in there but your dad sure did and it did little to aid your case, even less when Derek stood up behind you, hand falling to your waist out of pure habit as you pushed back a little to stop your dad from moving. "You're the guy he's been playing wingman to?" a little angered nod was all you got in reply. ''And, Der, you're the floozy playboy that's been giving him dating advice?" You couldn't hide your amusement even if you tried your hardest.

"Yes, but this was before I met you and heaven knows not even my best tips worked on her so trust me when I say, Chris, this is different," With his voice back he was brave, very smooth when he took hold of your elbow and guided you behind him. "Look if you want to punch me then I'll give you one free shot but then best believe I'm taking a shot of my own, old man."

"Don't tempt me," your dad was less brave now, narrowed eyes shifting between you and his so-called friend with enough disapproval to write a novel but all he offered was a grunt of defeat. "It goes without saying that I do not even slightly approve of this."

"I don't blame you," your hands gripped his biceps as Derek spoke, you gave a little squeeze to his arms before you peeked your head over his shoulder. "You need time, I get it, we need to talk things out but eventually you'll see that this is different."

"Very," you noted, chin on his shoulder as you nodded, and were it another time anyone would be able to recognize just how cute the gesture was. "He talks a big game, Dad, but he's actually a big uncool softie," you teased and you were happy when Derek smiled, even happier when your dad gave a soft scoff.

"Careful, now," Derek warned and it was entirely not his intent to rub anything in Chris' face but he couldn't even stop himself from pulling you around and into his side, smiling lightly as you looked up at him. "I have a reputation to protect."

"Oh, mister womanizer, how could I forget?" you laughed and stole a glance over the table to where Allison was starting to clean up the dirty dishes. "Why don't you take your brooding self over to the kitchen to help my sister with the dishes and I'll try and convince my dad not to try and murder you again before dessert, " you had no doubt the idea was still very much lingering in his head.

"Yes ma'am," and Chris had to be blind not to notice just how happy you were, just how alarmingly different the little moment between you was to anything he'd seen from Derek before but it would take a hell of a lot more to convince him not to take him out in his sleep.

"So, you had any luck with his advice yet?" It was far too soon to joke about it but you'd not be his daughter if you didn't at least try.

"I need a drink."

#dbf!derek hale #dilf!derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale x yn #derek hale x y/n #derek hale fluff #derek hale drabble #derek hale blurb #derek hale one shot #derek hale imagine #derek hale fic #derek hale fanfic #derek hale fanfiction #right where queue left me #monique's writing events

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thecampjuicebox · 4 months

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Can I ask for how the Baldur's Gate 3 origin companions would react to Tav willingly taking a near fatal hit to save their life when they had only just recently met and then carrying on like they didn't just almost die to save the life a total stranger (even being confused why anyone would make a big deal about it if confronted)?

Yes absolutely! I'll keep these relatively short and sweet in the interest of time (and space). ✨

Astarion

The vampire spawn would certainly be perplexed by the way Tav would so willingly take a hit for him. No one has ever done something nice for him on purpose, let alone out of the kindness of their heart. He'd feel like it was transactional. Maybe he should take a hit or two for them now. And their confusion at his question of "why" would perplex him even further. "You could have died, you idiot. What do you mean you're confused? You're a strange one."

Karlach

I think Karlach's response would be very similar to when Wyll stuck his neck out for her to Mizora. Just purely grateful. She'd very willingly throw herself in front of an enemy to return the favor, or rush to Tav's side to smack some baddies if they needed the help. The Tiefling is so kind on her own, I just know she'd appreciate some kindness being shown to her, regardless of the circumstances. When Tav shows confusion toward Karlach asking why they'd get so close to death for her, Karlach would simply reply with a "Thank you, Soldier. It means a lot."

Wyll

As the Blade of Frontiers, I know Wyll is used to taking the brunt of the fight head on. But when Tav jumps in front of him, phew. I think it would be quite a bit for him to process. The hero becomes the damsel, and suddenly, he doesn't know how to act. He'd be grateful, of course. Maybe even a little apologetic for making such a grave error during a fight. I don't think he'd ask why Tav did it because he fully understands the desire to help others, but he'd be sure to express his gratitude nonetheless.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart is such a headstrong and secretive character with an underlying softness so her reaction to Tav putting themselves in immediate danger for her could cause a whole mix of reactions. Of course she'd be thankful, and probably react the same as when Tav saved her from the pod on the Nautiloid. However, mixed in there, I think would be a sense of guilt. Like Shar would be disappointed in her for some reason. And there would lie the dilemma of "Do I thank this person, or do I brush it off because I didn't ask for their help in the first place?" The question of "why" would absolutely cross her mind, but I think she'd avoid asking to preserve her pride.

Lae'Zel

I just know Lae'Zel would almost be annoyed that Tav would jump to protect her. There's no way an istik like Tav would want to help her, right? It would confuse her, for sure, as I don't think she'd initially think to do the same for Tav. Not that Lae'Zel isn't capable of caring for people, but in the beginning, she's definitely a self preservation type. She'd absolutely insult Tav for their recklessness and the fact that they got themselves THAT hurt in the first place.

Gale

Ah yes, Gale the loverboy. Tav throwing themselves in front of a blade for Gale would start the downhill spiral of Gale falling for them. He does mention at some point that he loves the way Tav looks in battle, and he's incredibly drawn to their musk and the blood on their clothes. So of course he'd be hella horny for Tav after they take a hit or two for him. And of course he'd do the same in return if it meant making Tav happy. He's the sweetest. Wouldn't even question why Tav helped him, but he'd give them a billion and one thanks for it.

✨BONUS ROUND✨

Halsin

Halsin's whole thing is helping people, so it would come to no surprise to him when Tav jumps to his rescue. Not that he expects it from people, but he hopes people would do for him what he'd do for them. He's another one that would start to fall for Tav for that exact reason. Their selflessness, their strength, their willingness to provide aid. He'd give so much thanks, mostly in the form of big bear hugs. Wouldn't question their intentions, would just appreciate the thought of him.

Minthara

Minthara can be an absolute bully at first. She'd absolutely criticize Tav's approach to the situation. "Well if you didn't leave your left flank open, you wouldn't have gotten hit there." and things of that nature. She'd thank Tav purely to save time arguing the logistics of why it was stupid of them to come to her aid in the first place, when she CLEARLY had it under control (She absolutely did not). She'd have a very similar reaction to Astarion when questioning Tav about why they'd assist her, thinking Tav is an absolute idiot.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 headcannons #gale dekarios #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion #karlach #halsin #minthara #wyll ravengard

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vctrvn-ls · 9 months

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How they’d react to you crying |Beta Squad|

Scenario: Imagine they come home and see you crying for the first time bcs smth happened (idk what it doesn’t matter)

U know 3am thoughts as always

edit: not proof read , I accidentally posted it alr so doesn’t matter 💀

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Niko

Would first be shocked. His dialogue filled with oh no's and small gasps before he sits down beside you wraps his arms around you, asking what's wrong. Niko would be so patient. He'd wait for you to calm down, stop crying and get your thoughts together before explaining what was wrong. He wouldnt let go of you, he'd be holding onto you to you until you were stable enough to speak because seeing you cry would hurt him so much. After carefully listening to what you had to say, he'd instantly start coming up with things that would distract you. Food, movie night, shopping, nap, anything you'd want. And for the rest of the day he'd be so so worried for you, even if you had already calmed down completely, he'd still be so concerned because he cares so so much.

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AJ wouldn't freak out, I feel like he would handle the situation pretty well. He'd sit down beside you, ask you what's wrong and if you'd rather be left alone or you'd rather he stay. For AJ the most important thing is working out wether you wanted him beside you, hugging you, comforting you or if you'd prefer to be left alone with yourself until you calmed down.

As I said he wouldn't panic, he'd find the right way to calm you down and get you to explain everything to him. And after that he'd give you advice, help solve your issue or just be by your side for the rest of the night.

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Sharky

The sweetest person. He wouldn't hesitate to come rushing over to you, wiping your tears with his sleeve before kissing your forehead and pulling you into a tight hug. For him comfort comes first. He needs you to know that he's right there with you, that he cares and he's just as worried as you are. And after feeling his love and warmth, you'd quickly calm down and tell him everything. He'd thoroughly listen to all your words and then together you'd come up with a solution to your problem or if something tragic happened he'd express his sympathy with a few genuine lines.

For the rest of the day he'd be extra affectionate (if that's even possible). He wouldnt go over the top though, he already knows what you like and what you don't, so that's wouldn't be a challenge (?)

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Kenny

Poor Kenny would be so shocked to see you cry he'd even put his hand over his mouth and gasp. There would be a looot of oh my gosh's, we know Kenny. He'd pull you into a hug, making you crumble even more. He would be clueless on what to say or how to act, so he'd just sit there, stroke your back and keep repeating "It's okay" over and over. You’d feel so so safe in his embrace and so comforted by his soft tone and genuine concern that in no time you’d end up telling him everything and of course get maximum support from him after you do.

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Chunkz

Now I think Chunkz would be the calmest. He’d act composed, and he would want you to get all your emotions out. “It’s ok to cry” , “it’s alright let it all out” he’d say as he holds you close to his chest. And after some time and some more soothing words, he’d get up and make you a cup of tea (or your favorite warm drink) and the two of you would sit at a table and talk about what happened. He’d definitely give the best advice, or words of encouragement, (depending on what you need) and afterwards you’d fill a shit ton better and very grateful. Chunky we love you!!!

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#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #sharky #ndl #fanfic

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charismabee · 4 months

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Thinking about the Hunted and the Paranoid They'd be such a force to be reckoned with if one of the others got hurt (assuming separate bodies for my convenience). They'd both immediately be in protective mode because a) injured member of the flock, susceptible to preditors, must protect until healed and b) if its not properly treated it might get worse, it might get infected and then they'll die and a piece of the group will be lost and then they'll all start dying and everything will be terrible forever.

So whoever is injured is dragged to the nest or whatever place is currently safest to be fussed over by the Paranoid while the Hunted watches over them. I can see the Hunted being like 'I'll protect you' and sitting on top of them, covering their body like an overprotective blanket while Paranoid worries over them being crushed or suffocated by the protective cuddle. They're fine Hunted is like 90% fluff and feathers. Not that heavy, perfect blanket. Everyone who isn't injured has to avoid them because Hunted will lash out if you get too close to the injured person he's protecting, abs then they get stuck in there with the injured person because they've been scratched.

I can see the others reacting in a variety if different ways to this.

Hero, Broken, Opportunist, and Smitten would probably enjoy the attention.

Hero a bit more bashful and grateful for the help even if its excessive which it probably is.

Broken being a mix of shocked that anyone would be nice to him and mopey about how he doesn't deserve it and what's the point in helping him. He's just going to get hurt again later anyway.

Opportunist takes the opportunity (ha) to get attention and affection and conformation that everyone likes him because let's be honest with ourselves he may act cocky but that man is desperate.

Smitten is a weird one. He's the type to be all 'these five stab wounds are nothing in the face of my dedication and love', but he probably loves being taken care of. He would prefer if it was the princess though.

Cold and Skeptic would just put up with it.

Cold doesn't care enough to stop them, though he will tell them that he's fine and they're being stupid and his broken arm isn't a problem, pain isn't a bad thing, they don't believe that and Paranoid tries yet again to explain to him why pain is bad.

Skeptic knows it's excessive but he also knows it'll soothe their worries if he lets them confine him to the nest for a week. He can do his philosophy in there it isn't a huge deal for him. He gets to pester them about the inner workings of their minds while he's there too, enrichment.

Cheated, Contrarian, and Stubborn would complain the whole time.

Cheated would so be a whiner about the whole thing. He hates being hurt, and he hates being taken care of even more. It's like an admission that whatever hurt him won. Which it didn't. He'd be even more upset if they didn't fuss over him though because that wouldn't be fair.

Contrarian would hate being stuck in one place for an extended period of time. Just knowing he's not allowed to leave makes him want to really bad, plus he gets bored easy and Hunted keeps puffing up and hissing at everyone until they leave so he can ensure Contrarian is safe so he only has these two worryworts to talk to and they're no fun to wind up because they're too busy fussing to react to his japes and such.

Stubborn would hate being seen as weak. He doesn't need to be protected or patched up, he's stronger than that. They'd still get him to let them do it, but like the Skeptic it's only for their piece of mind. He still complains the whole time.

Hunted would hate being injured and having Paranoid fuss over him. He doesn't like staying still. He'd probably sit through it though because he's objective enough to understand that if injured he does need to heal. After all, how will he evade preditors if injured?

Paranoid I could see appreciating the Hunted watching over him. He'd patch himself up tho, no one is getting near him while he's hurt, Hunted helps keep everyone else away though so it works.

#slay the princess #the voices #voice of the paranoid #voice of the hunted #I woke up with thoughts #Going to go back to sleep but I felt I needed to write this out. It possessed me #They're such guys #spinning them in my head #Love imagining them in like a house #Just doing things #They deserve to do things in a house they've been though so much #Hunted does the bird thing where he gets real floofy to scare everyone off #This works on the Hero and no one else #He's doing a great job #edited to fix spacing #I swear I put spaces last night but whatever

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deathbxnny · 10 months

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HEHEHE

Oml i love self aware aus and i crave sahsrau ones anyways

I wanna request a sahsrau of the reader literally writing fanfics about them (lets say they can see what you're doing on your device literally stalking you but we wont talk about that it's just background context), what would be their reaction :0

With Serval, Caelus, Yanqing, Blade

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA idfk if this enough detailed information for u or smth just dm me if theres any problems wowow

I cant wait to see it bbg 🤡🤡👹👹✋

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A/N: Hello there! I've never written anything about self aware au's before, but I'll try my best here! Thank you for the request!<33

Content: Self aware au, stalking ig??, kinda unserious, it is not explained how the characters can see what you're doing, reader is a fanfic writer, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Serval Landau

Serval liked watching you do things on your phone. She found it amusing and her curiosity was endless. Ever since she gained self-awareness, she saw you as her best form of entertainment, even if she was hesitant at first. You weren't aware, that she was essentially stalking you after all.

But she pushed those thoughts away and watched you, as you wrote your newest fanfiction. She liked reading along, mainly because she thought that you were a very talented writer. She was surprised however, when she realised that the fanfic was about her.

She was confused as to why you chose her at first, but then she started becoming flattered. You must like her alot, if you chose her of all people to write about, right? She will definitely read every word and enjoy it too.

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》Blade

Blade didn't care about what you did at first. He was already baffled about attaining self-awareness and being able to see what you do in the first place, that he decided to not even bother with you. Or at least, he tried not to, as he sometimes caught himself looking anyways. Especially when he noticed that you were a writer.

He would sometimes read along and scoff, whenever he thought that you could certainly write something better. But what he didn't expect was you writing a fanfiction about him one day. He was confused, but intrigued, much to his stubborn dismay.

He'd read every word carefully, frowning whenever he felt like he would never do that or he'd react to the situation differently. He became very invested and might even make some changes, when you aren't looking. If you want to write something about him, then you better make it accurate.

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》Caelus

Caelus went through an existential crisis, once he realised that he was suddenly self-aware. He was confused and even a little scared, until he began finding comfort in watching you. He felt very guilty at first, but tried to still his worries by reminding himself that you wouldn't ever know that he was watching anyways.

He found your writing beautiful and often watched you create your work with wide, fascinated eyes, as he read every word attentively. He was surprised and even a little bashful however, when he noticed that you were writing a fanfic about him one day.

He wasn't sure why you chose him necessarily, but was still grateful that you did and read every word of it too. He found it nice of you and hoped to one day somehow express how thankful he was to you in person.

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》Yanqing

Yanqing was very excited to know that he had gained self-awareness somehow. He found it fun and cool, especially when it came to watching you do things on your phone every day. It became his favourite pass time activity and it never crossed his mind, that it might even be a form of stalking.

Instead, he watched you write your little fanfics and read along sometimes, since he found you quite talented. You practically became his favourite author. And when he saw you write a fanfic about him one day, he became so overjoyed!

He was so proud and giddy, that he couldn't stop reading and praising your work. You captured him so well and he was fascinated by how well you understood him as a person. You truly were a rare talent and unmatched at that, in his eyes. He is eternally grateful to you too, that's for sure.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr serval #hsr serval x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #hsr caelus #hsr caelus x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

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I read this one shot about pegging Oscar and now I want to peg him and Lando. I actually think they’d be too shy to ask for it themselves but then when Lando’s girl finds out he’s all blushy and stuttering but admits he’s willing to try (he’s desperate but he won’t say that). Then it becomes a thing where they love doing it from time to time and they’re pros in it by the time. So one time they’re doing it in Lando’s driver’s room and Oscar walks in. For a moment he’s too shocked to look away (you can’t blame him, Lando stuffed with a dildo is a sight for sure). Then ofc he closes his eyes and for good measure covers them with both of his hands and tries to walk away but walks into a wall or trips over sth. After that he has some thoughts and all of them consist of being fucked by Lando or Lando’s girl and fucking both of them too. And because of that he can’t look them in the eyes even more. Because it’s one thing to walk in on someone it’s a whole another universe imagining things like that and getting hard when you see your teammate

ugh i think i know the one u are talking about and it broke my brain.

lando's girl wouldn't even know he's into it. she's used a strap before on her ex girlfriend so fucking someone isn't foreign to her, and she misses the feeling of fucking someone like that. she hesitantly asks him one night, if it's something he's ever thought about. lando, having never thought his girlfriend would even know what that is, panics thinking he left a browser open or something, and tries to sound calm as he says yeah, maybe once or twice. then she's asking if he would actually want to do it or if it's just a passing curiosity. he can tell she wants to do it as much as he does by the way she's avoiding his gaze and twisting his rings around his fingers, he's grateful she's not looking at him so he won't see his flaming red cheeks and the way his eyes are eating her alive, his mind running wild with thoughts of her fucking him. when he says he'd like to try it, she bites the bullet and asks if he wants to look at strapons together. just imagine them looking at all the options and picking it out together, anxiously checking tracking every day until it arrives and then it sits around for two weeks because they get super busy and don't have time to experiment with it at all.

oscar would be sooo embarrassed, not for walking in on them, that's happened enough times he doesn't even react. but once he sees the position they're in, realizes that lando's being pegged by his girlfriend? they're so caught up in each other they don't even notice him walk in or bump into something on the way out, covering his eyes and stumbling out of the room blindly, twisting the lock shot before he closes it behind him so no one else will bear witness to what he did.

he can't stop thinking about it. it was something they joked about when they got drunk, when she said suck my dick and someone said she didn't have one, and she quipped back, i have a pink strap-on thank you very much. he'd thought it was a joke, he hadn't thought much of the blush that rose on lando's cheeks or the way he didn't laugh as hard as everyone else did at his girlfriends drunken ramblings. or when daniel said how lando liked it up the ass and oscar took that as being bisexual and them having a past, which maybe it still was, but now he's rethinking the way lando's girlfriend giggled and swatted at his shoulder.

he can't stop thinking about the passing jokes made now that he knows she actually has a pink strap on. pink from the silicon cock to the straps around her hips. he tries pushing the image from his mind and is successful until he sees them hours later, lando surprises him by slapping him on the shoulder and sliding into the seat next to him, lando's girlfriend nowhere in sight. he's expecting his teammate to ask him not to say anything, but lando just shows him some video on his phone and oscar tries to stop thinking about the way his hand holding his phone was fisted around his cock earlier.

he can barely get through a conversation with either of them, he can't look at either of them without his mind drifting to thoughts of joining them in any way they'd allow. he thinks about the way lando whimpered and asked for more and how he could make lando beg, or maybe his girlfriend could make oscar beg? he's never done that before but every time he looks at her he's tempted to get on his knees before her. or bend her over whatever surface she's leaning on and make her beg. he keeps zoning out in interviews when they walk by, having to ask reporters to repeat their question because he saw her eating a popsicle and lost his train of thought to a new fantasy about his cock in her mouth.

lando noticing he's acting weird and asking if he's okay, if he's getting enough sleep. and the answer is no, because oscar can't sleep without dreaming about them and he wakes up achingly hard every time. he doesn't want to sleep if it means he can't block his mind from assaulting him with visions of his teammate and his girlfriend both begging for him to fuck them. but he just smiles and says he's fine, trying not to short circuit as his teammate squeezes his arm and says to let him know if he needs any help. with what, oscar doesn't know.

#ask #lifeboredme #ln4/op81

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