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twpsyn-who · 1 month

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Soulmate AU in which when you touch your soulmate you swap bodies. It needs to be skin on skin contact and is instant. The only way to get back in the previous body is to touch again, otherwise you're stuck like that.

No matter the body all psychological and physical damage stays with you. That means if you get hurt then swap bodies, you will still feel it despite no longer having the wounds. This is only the case of existing wounds prior to swapping ; if new wounds happen to the hurt body after the swap you won't feel them, but the person in the body when it happens will. A very complicated way of saying that you can't get away from pain by swapping bodies with your soulmate as it will follow you.

There's no known consequences to not changing bodies back once swapped, though some might get sick for a few days after swapping back if they waited a long period of time to change back (say over a month, even longer depending on individual)

Now this but, you know... JeanMarco. And of course they find out during their time in the 104th Training Corps, because there's no way their skin didn't touch at least once in +3 years of training and being as close as they are. It isn't until break when they're able to visit home that they learn what it truly means ; up until that point they used it to swap chores (is the only reason why Jean didn't try to kill Eren during their shared chores- because it was actually Marco all along). At that point they knew each other perfectly.

Of course the whole situation was a little bit awkward for both of them when returning. They probably would end up avoiding each other for a bit because teenager boys and stuff, all until someone finally got the guts to mention the tension and ask them what's wrong- which forces them to talk and stuff. Doesn't matter, this is not what I want to talk about.

But the beautiful battle of Trost and what if, hypothetical speaking of course, they touch skin after Jean gets another ODM? And they're so used with each other by now, they don't even notice until the mission is nearly done anyway. And I don't know man, the idea of Jean dying while in Marco's body? Marco (in Jean's body) saying "I need to find Marco" once the mission is a success and research for his soulmate, just for him to not find him?? Not find him until 3 days later when some of them are assigned cleaning duty in Trost and he finds his own fucking body bitten in half???

The realization that it should've been Marco who died that day, but didn't because he was in Jean's body. The realization that not only his soulmate is dead, but he's stuck living his life. He's stuck living the life Jean can't because he died in Marco's place.

SEEING YOUR DEAD SOULMATE EVERYDAY WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR. Poor Marco would most likely avoy any reflective surface for a very long time, unable to see Jean's face looking at him.

The guilt of lying to everyone, because how does one even begin to explain what's going on? Him lying to Jean's mother to protect her from the harsh truth of the reality- that her son actually died and the one in front of her was a fake.

And the sad truth is that no one would notice because they've been doing it for months already. They knew how to act like each other to perfection. Even if Marco slipped at some point no one would question it because they got many traits from each other already.

#Ok Armin might notice at some point. But I think somewhere later in the series #And only because of something extremely trivial like idk man Jean thanking Eren for something like #You heard of twins switching lifes now I present to you soulmates doing the exact thing but there's no turning back from it #Don't we all love the swapping bodies trope?#Marco crying when he learns of how Jean truly died because //he only got killed because they thought he was Marco//#With the amount the angst thrown at him Marco might as well just stay dead #anyway #aot #jean kirstein #jeanmarco #aot jean #marco bodt #marco bott #aot marco #jean kirschstein #soulmate au #JeanMarco Soulmates AU #Because there's a weirdly big lack of this trope for them and they deserve more #Hey hey. Is just a little scenario. There's 100% a lot of fluff going on during their training days #Lots of shenanigans too while learning to be comfortable in each other's body and stuff. And The Talk man #Everyone remembers that week in which Jean and Marco avoided each other like the worst week of their life #And some watched loved ones get eaten by titans man like it was THAT bad #Shadis was this 🤏🏻 close to starting an intervention because he wasn't paid enough to put up with whatever was going on #Oh nvm Ymir probably knew but that girl knew a lot of shit and said nothing so it doesn't matter. What's another secret added to the pile?#She could tell right away #Ymir takes one look at you and can tell immediately if you're gay or not. That girl got the gift #Marco living a life Jean would be proud of <3 #Also Marco seeing the same exact illusion like Jean saw in canon and being like 'I'm right. Jean was born to be a great leader. I must #follow that path' then joining the Survey Corps because it felt right to do #The amount of times Marco has to stop himself from acting as Titan bait is ridiculous

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raisans-art · 1 year

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Hiii what's your favorite au you've worked on? In any fandom?

yOU

YOU WHO SIT WITH ME IN VC WITH ME CURRENTLY

FUCK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE PITS OF HELL AND BEYOND.

i love you but why

why would you do this.

Fuckin. Read under the cut if you want the absolute nightmare of a post this is.

So to the rest of you who did not get the displeasure of having to sit in call with me for an hour as I agonized o-so painfully over having to choose between children, I will explain that THIS WAS SO HARD.

THIS.

H U R T.

This is gonna be a long post.

So I narrowed my AUs down to 7, which I will list now:

I Was Looking for Someone, One Mountain of a Molehill, Test Tube Zedaph AU, The Human Illusion AU, Softwreck Series, Veernumbra AU, and Excavated God AU.

I was able to narrow further to AUs that I adore with my entire being and I will tell you WHY I love these AUs with my entire being. In no particular order because I physically cannot pick favourites.

I Was Looking For Someone: I love this au. I love this fic. I love it so much it is my child. I will finish it one day. I swear to god. I love writing the language barrier and having Ghost learn who and what he is and where his place is and just loving Someone so much that he remembers them post-mortem and searches so hard to find them. The consequences of being a zombie. The truth that no matter how you've changed and how the world has changed and what you've had to do to survive you will always find your home again and home will always find you under the callouses you've developed. I want to finish that. I love that. I love I Was Looking for Someone. And from how many comments and kudos and hits it has, you all do too.

Test Tube Zedaph AU: Yeah, it got really stressful. Especially at the end. The scheduling I did caused interest to dip significantly in between weeks and that was also discouraging. But I got stressed because I loved working on it and I loved the interaction. It was, for as much as I liked working on Fairly Odd Phil, so much better than it because I just had an all-around better experience crafting TTZAU and seeing people get happy and excited over it. I loved watching in real time as I make a post and people instantly come into the ask box asking follow-up questions. I love my funky little science experiment and his two dads. I love the issues and trauma that arise from that living condition and getting out and learning to be okay and being happy outside of those conditions. The wonders of learning about the world for the first time. The wonder of holding dirt in your hands as you stare at a sunset.

The Human Illusion AU: While you are my newborn, the youngest of the family I still love you all the same. I love the story I have planned. I love all the ways I'm telling that story. It's the first story that I'm posting publicly that I actually have a concept of shot comp and leading the eye and all these filming and animation-making techniques that I'm applying to these comics to make them easier to read and follow. I love the practice. And I love the story. You don't know the story and I love that too. I love showing you this story. I love posting chapter by interlude by chapter. I love my silly little train men. I love my bear cub story. I love making the hisuian language and adding language barriers after language barriers to put you guys in Ingo and Emmet's shoes so you just understand what they understand which is nothing. And I love trying to teach you all hisuian, one word a day.

Veernumbra AU: So, Veernumbra AU in this is special, as some might have a concept of. Veernumbra isn't one specific au, it's a personalized stock au. The rest of the world has its "Florest and Tattoo Artist" and "Coffee Shop" and "Royalty" aus. I have Veernumbra. Nearly every fandom I've been in since its conception has had a Veernumbra AU. I've had Veernumbra AU for what has to have been over 5 years. It'll be 6 years old this year. I have developed this world and concept so much over the years. It means so much to me. It's entirely my own. Which like kinda makes it hard to introduce as an au to a new audience because there's no basis for anyone to go off of. But I also kinda don't care. I love it. It's my baby. It's my oldest, my wisest, my sweetheart to the ends of the earth. I will never not love the time and care I've put into Veernumbra.

Excavated God AU: Dude I loved this story so much I made it an original story that I'm making a youtube series for.

#ask raisans #i was looking for someone #test tube zedaph au #the human illusion au #veernumbra #excavated god au #the living altar: records of an excavated god

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nightmaretherabbitsideblog2 · 1 year

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Abigail "Abby" Lambert

She's a beautiful woman in a suit-

#my art #bendy and the ink machine #boris and the dark survival #bendy and the dark revival #batim #batds #batdr #batim au #my au #remnant ink au #batim abby #batim abby lambert #abby lambert #abigail lambert #batim abigail lambert #batim the illusion of living #tiol abby #tiol abby lambert #tiol abigail lambert

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rozugold · 2 years

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ngl that was also my same exact thought when tommy pulled out the sword i was like: ":0 tommyinnit from rozu's villianinnit au??!!??"

HEHEHEH glad I wasn’t the only one

#these aus plague my brain I swear #there’s a bit in Tommy’s live show that reminds me of future plot stuff I have planned for painted illusions #I was just like :O!!!! -points- au!!#rozu asks #thatrandomhomosexualfan

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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LMAO OOPS Thinking about Akari being straight up from a different world with no idea what pokemon are when she arrives, getting to know them and appreciate them, and then getting killed and becoming one of them. First her body felt wrong with no explanation (Arceus gave her a different body than the one she came from- universe & planet hopping are not kind to humans in comparison to time jumping, and Arceus also wiped her memories to keep her focused on the task at hand) and then she gets killed and her body is once again wrong because she's become a pokemon. Putting up an illusion only grants her the appearance she remembers, not the actual feeling of it (she's Not Great at self-illusions) and then, after she gets her revenge, it also starts failing

this kid is going through it!!!

#Kelp tracks #Zoroakari #Zoroakari au #Poor zoroakari has double confusion on why she feels so awkward #Her illusions are poor because her understanding of who she is is also poor #Not just as her former human self but as who she was BEFORE Hisui #Most human spirited Hisuian zoroark (provided they retain their memories of their human lives) can conjure a passable illusion of themself #Enough that they might even FEEL human to an extent even to themselves #Actual Hisuian zoroark are the masters at illusions enough that they feel human and are only revealed by injury or someone catching them #Zoroakari is an outcast among the outcast

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lightdancer1 · 2 years

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That said I'm also expanding work on the whole idea of 'Death as a Dream'

And in particular both the backstory and the way this one ends up working out. An obvious challenge with this narrative would be that if Death was a dream, when Dream was captured and the Dreaming fell apart and Dreams were weakening with them (which is IMO exactly why Jessamy died to begin with) then Death would see her powers fall apart too. This could either create a greater crisis if it went for the bad route where actual Endless Death died a long time ago and the being people think is the Endless is just a dream created in her memory.

Or it becomes a twisted kind of Kafka comedy where the Endless is actually living retired and was the first one to retire long, long before Destruction....who runs into her on a beach and the two set out to enjoy the post-titles life together. The dream has her power as essentially a Wizard of Oz illusion.....but the flip side of that is that in this case in a technical sense Burgess did get the right figure for the last 3.5 billion years of the universe's history......and that Desire's motivations are slightly broader.

Due to Death essentially faking her own demise and sodding off to live her own life, the other Endless believe Dream orchestrated their sister's death to hijack her realm and add it to his own. They walk on eggshells around him and even Destruction believes it until he finds his actual sister on that beach and then has a moment of rage 251 million years ago that leads, on Earth, to the event called the Great Dying....and then 300 years ago he joins Death after all that time.

And then Desire and Despair have a gift-wrapped opportunity to get vengeance for the sister they think is murdered.....and as the faux Endless's powers fall apart and dying doesn't they realize Death was never dead the entire time, and thus they end up being the ones stuck in a 'what the fuck just happened' while Dream-Death goes to find the genuine article, who decides she's going to rescue her brother after he's spent 20 years in the fishbowl and meaning she might have to retake her title after all.

And THAT is the basis of the family dramas and clashes here, as Death's ability to hide from Destiny means even HE thought she was genuinely murdered and usurped and her resurrection, in a sense, creates as many problems as it solves.

#death as a dream au #has a two edged sword factor #if death is only a dream then the question of if there ever was an Endless would come up #if she was only a dream then Burgess capturing Dream unravels the idea of death and dying #that would be the bad fork of the AU #where Death of the Endless the actual concept died a long time ago and Dream created the dream in her memory to act in her stead #meaning a full-scale illusion and guaranteed 'creation turns on creator' scenario #in that case it might not be the Corinthian that seeks to exploit Dream's capture or to create it #it could end up being Death-as-a-dream who discovers she was lied to about the nature of her existence #and takes it poorly #hence the bad fork #the good fork is that Death got her ideal world and was free to quit being an Endless and actually lived life for 3.5 billion years #and then Roderick Burgess demolishes her nice retired life #and she's pissed #and then the rest of her family reacts to her faking her own death and fucking off from all of them very poorly #except Dream who knew the entire time and set it up with her #because he gave her her own greatest dream in a very literal sense

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polyboros · 2 years

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i need to pick up xbc3 again soon to get back in the groove but my halloween ouroboros fic idea is "what if interlinking and being ouroboros made you share traits with your interlink partner outside of it and also Changed You" aka this is the fic where i catboyify noah

#kbitycus talks #less (body) horror more comedy but still very present ''my body is growing new appendages'' emotion #taion gets wings lanz gets fire. & everybodys Deal is sort of amplified and messy and the lines between interlink partners are blurred #(sena gets mio's cat-eye flashing. this does not bode well. taion vc if i get cat ears too i will lose my mind)#also playing around w concept of moebius physically changing you outside of the interlink #aka what if EVERYONE looked like they were cracking into pieces #my other current xbc3 fic idea is a v simple ''many interlinks one ouroboros'' type au where they all can fuse w each other #mio/sena & lanz/eunie interlinks live rent free in my head especially #but also noah/taion interlink i think would be the starting point there. i'd have to give myself a little refresher on the timeline #& of course necessary scene where all six of them fuse into one guy and it is Fucking Terrifying #the original halloween au also plays into ouroboros becoming inhuman in subtler ways that arent just what they originally had #something something they arent shadowy monsters but there is something off about them still even when moebius' illusion fades #that is still your comrade that is still your friend that is still the boy you saved terms ago but now he is Changed.#there is something sharp in his eyes like the mouth of a snake and his shadow is too long and loops oddly into the others'#etc etc you know how it goes!!!

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wally-franks-stan · 27 days

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#my art #batim naga au #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #batim kyle #kyle tiol #tiol kyle #the illusion of living #batim the illusion of living #batim tiol #naga joey #naga kyle

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orcelito · 1 year

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Also me loosely researching the classical music industry in japan and finding some westerner getting ripped to SHREDS in some reddit post. I was legit reading this comment aloud to my coworker bc I was aghast at how brutal they were being (but also kinda amused bc they were. Kind of right.)

#speculation nation #i say loosely researching bc im not going for 100% realism in my self indulgent band au fanfic #but i still wanna have an idea of what the real life music industry looks like #the original asker was someone who was like 'i wanna combine my dreams of being a professional musician & living in japan. any tips?'#tho like much longer than that. talking about the plan they were thinking of and all that shit #there were ppl who were like 'literally Why Japan'(bc of anime probably)#& then the brutal reply from someone living in japan that tore INTO it #one of the biggest things being that Most people in professional orchestras in japan are japanese. for several reasons #like paying for visas not being smth the orchestras would wanna do. just easier to keep with ppl from japan #this response detailing how they could Possibly go about this if they were legit serious #but then being like 'but thats not why you want to do this is it?' & calling out the weird glorification of japanese culture #and i was just like Dammnnnnnnn #me and the employee both being old anime fans who are learning japanese for the enjoyment of it #but neither of us having any illusions about japan being the end all be all & thus wanting to Move There #id love to visit someday but i dont want to Move There. it's apparently pretty hostile towards foreigners overall anyways #but yeah i almost felt bad for this person. but Also. this response gave me some very useful info for my research #like yes sorry OP that u just got murdered. but this person just supplied the info i was looking for so Hell yes

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illusion-reality-steve · 2 years

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Remorseful Recollections of the Forgotten Family - Chapter 43: Can’t Give Two Pins

He was supposed to be making Illusion's time worthwhile. But he worried that Illusion was as antsy about this silence as he was. He worried that Illusion was regretting this moment. Memory certainly would hate it if people watched him eat. What was that spark that somehow got Illusion to eat cookies with Memory in the past? The spark that made Illusion realize that opening up to Memory wasn't a mistake?

What could Memory do, at this moment, to make Illusion not regret coming out to see him?

Content warning: this chapter depicts verbal abuse, depression, anxiety, and self-destructive behavior

If you struggle with mental health, you are not alone, and it is ok to reach out for help:

https://www.crisistextline.org/

https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/

Places to read my Steve Saga AU fic!:

Wattpad: (x)

Fanfiction.net: (x)

DeviantArt: Table of Contents; Chapter 43

#surprise! the update is one day earlier!#I decided to post the chapter one day earlier because Friday is the eve before Minecraft Live. thought it would be too hectic to post on Fri #my writing #steve saga #steve saga au #remorseful recollections of the forgotten family #rrff #rrff steve saga #memory steve #time steve #illusion steve #fanfiction #gen fic

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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: ITADORI

A/N: Quarterback Itadori with #20 on his jersey realizes he has a little (big) problem with a certain cheerleader turned Chem tutor (who also happens to be just a little bit older 🤭). Anon this one is for you! I hope you enjoy 💋

S/N: I’ve never giggled so much writing a piece. This one was so funny to me.

C/W: Aged up characters (19+), college AU, Mature, 18+

“ITADORI!”

Oh for fucks sake.

Yuji can’t drag away from the pyramid of cheerleaders right of center field.

“Coach?”

“IF YOU WANT TO WEAR A SKIRT AND BACKFLIP FOR THE BOYS THEN JUST SAY THAT?!”

His teammates erupt in a chorus of laughter. Coach Yaga is an ass.

Fact.

But he is also living, breathing, comedic relief.

“I would coach, but they aren’t my type!”

Yuji yells back, eyes still lasered to your back. He knows it’ll sear Yaga’s skin right off the bone.

Whatever.

What’s a few more seconds, right?

You are just so…hot.

In a mind-bending kinda way. An optical illusion. Or desert mirage.

A fresh water oasis in a destitute wasteland. Always just a few more steps away. No matter how long he’s been crawling on his knees.

His knees.

He’d kill to be on his knees for you. Diving head first into—

“SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET BACK ON THE FIELD. PINK TOP IDIOT!!”

“Yes sir!” Times up.

“Dude, she’s a smoke show.”

The team’s starting running back (#14) rests his arm on Yuji’s shoulder. Just as four bodies fling you so far against gravity it is questionable whether you’ll come down.

“She’s perfect.”

“And a junior.” #14 reminds him, tugging his helmet back over his head.

“So?”

“Okay, freshmeat. Someone’s got mommy issues.”

Yuji bursts into full belly laughter. Stealing one last glance at you before pulling his helmet on.

His teammates never fail to remind him that he’s the only freshman in Tokyo University history to make starting lineup.

Not to mention quarterback.

“#14, #20 IF YOU DONT STOP RUBBING DICKS ILL WEAR BOTH OF YOUR ASSES TO THE BONE THIS AFTERNOON.”

Yuji promptly takes position at center field. He knows better than to push his luck. Two-a-days are already brutal enough, he has no intention of making his life harder than it is.

But you do.

You are setting flames to the hoops Yuji has to jump through to get through study hall and afternoon practice.

Why else would you wear those yoga pants?

They’re a second skin, for Christ’s sake.

Might as well be body paint. Outlining every tantalizing, serpentine curve. Pretty, full hips. Plump, tight ass. The mouthwatering, puffy rose between your legs just begging to be watered. By his tongue.

Yuji’s palm digs into his crotch. Trying to force his pulsating length from tenting up into the table. Cursing himself for changing out of his compression shorts.

“Hello? Yuji?”

Your dulcet voice echoes between his ears and curls around his dick. Jerking him back down to earth.

“Y-yeah? Hi.”

Yuji forces an acknowledgement through the sharp edges of his voice box. Sitting fully erect in his seat. Scrambling to find the pencil that was supposed to be mirroring your work on the whiteboard.

Because not only are you a perfect 10 on and off the field; you are a prodigy when it comes to chemistry.

And currently in the middle of trying to diffuse some of your excess knowledge into his very deficient head.

You toss your head back. Your laughter is definitely why tales of fishermen being lost at sea exists.

Light.

Breathy.

Soprano crescendo that’s rutting against the few folds in his brain.

“Why are you so distracted today, Yu?”

“Distracted?” His voice cracks.

“Ha—no, I’m not distracted. Sorry, walk me through it again.”

But before Yuji can retreat back into his daydream, you catch him in the Venus fly trap of your gaze. Tilting your head slightly.

Yuji swallows thickly. Frozen in place. Hand pushing down on his cock with all his might. As if you could see through the table.

Did you know he was staring at your ass? Can you tell how hard he is? Is there drool on his face? Shit, there must—

“Woah, the way the sun is catching your eyes right now, Yu.”

You take a half step to the side, allowing the full beam of light to caress Yuji’s already hot face.

A shaky hand swipes along the back of his neck.

“H-huh?”

“Your eyes are so pretty. Warm. Like hot chocolate with cinnamon.”

Your full lips curl into a soft smile. And Yuji bites down a pitiful whine.

“I—thanks.” You don’t hear him. Because he whispers through a wired shut jaw.

Yuji lets his erection tent up, grazing the table. He fists his base through his athletic pants. Ears fiery hot with embarrassment. His hand glides up and down his clothed cock without his permission.

Did you know?

That you snapped his self-control in half?

And shoved him into the darkest recesses of his mind?

Where his most depraved thoughts (and the King of Curses) lives?

Because all Yuji can see is the way your ass ripples and bounces while you scribble hieroglyphics on the whiteboard.

His mind’s eye is currently picturing him fucking you dumber than he is.

Fist full of hair in one hand. Both of your wrists behind your back in another. Mesmerized by the way your plump, fleshy mounds slam against his hips.

Maybe he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror?

So he can make you repeat how pretty you think his eyes are while he brands the shape of his cock into you.

Then he’ll tell you how pretty you are. Creaming all around his length. Drool raining down from your lips in sync with his thrusts.

Maybe he’ll stick a dildo on the mirror so he can watch your mouth get stuffed while he violates your insides?

You’ll look so pretty. When he fills you up with something warm. A little thicker than ‘hot chocolate with cinnamon.’

“Yu? Are you okay?” Genuine concern knocks his lust-drunk thoughts loose.

Yuji blinks himself back to this dimension. Chest heaving. Cramps blooming from his fingertips to his biceps from grasping his sex so hard. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained blood red. From chin to hairline.

“I-uh. Sick. I’m—I feel sick. Be right back.” He takes off to the male locker room at inhuman speed.

Yuji nearly doubles over the porcelain sink, glaring at his blown out pupils. Olive skin flushed like he just finished a marathon.

He can’t believe he was just groping himself like that in public. In plain sight.

All because you complimented his eyes?!

Who the hell is he?

“Sukuna, give it a rest.”

Yuji hisses poison at his curse. Because he surely wasnt responsible for those lewd actions.

“Oh, I’ll rest you PERMANENTLY you asinine little b—“

“I’m serious. Quit it.”

Yuji darts around the empty locker room. Accidentally raising his voice.

“Quit what, brat?”

“Quit…making me think..things like that.”

Sukuna’s bellowing laughter sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Deafening between Yuji’s ears.

“That’s all you kid. I’m only 10 fingers in. Don’t have that power…yet.”

Sukuna retreats to Yuji’s subconscious. Leaving him stunned. Disbelief crashing into him like tornado winds.

Yuji has never been a pervert.

Sure, he’s had crushes. But he knows how to control his impulses.

He might be dumb like one, but he’s not an actual dog…right?

Wrong.

Yuji dives into an empty stall while his teammates file in. Study hall is complete and afternoon warm-ups are starting soon.

And his neglected, weeping sex is clamoring for attention.

Missing it’s muse — your soft, curvy frame and the ways he wants to fill you.

One hand clamps over his mouth. While the other one tugs his pants down. Thick, heavy length springing free. Sticky and slick with his precum.

His head meets the cool wall. Hips thrusting against his fist. Broken whimpers pushing through the web spaces of his fingers that are digging into his cheek. Choking himself quiet so no one hears his pathetic hormone driven state.

“Mnnhgh f—fuck.” Muffled curses slip past his hand.

His cock is red and engorged. Angry from his abuse. But his hips can’t stop rutting into his hand. Picturing abusing your pretty, swollen cunt.

A hot tear rolls along his cheek, between his fingers. Salty on his tongue.

Curtains start to shade his vision and Yuji’s hands move to cup his bulbous tip. His muscular core tenses and strings of warm, thick seed fills his hands.

The world slowly starts to piece together. His heart rattling in its cage comes to a normal pace. Choppy, incomplete breaths gradually replaced with deep, relaxed ones.

Shit.

He’s in trouble.

Because he needs to pass chemistry to play football. And he needs you to pass.

But he can’t ever look you in the eye again after this display.

After one measly compliment.

How will he act if you bend over in front of him?

Or lean over a little too far?

God forbid you touch his arms or brush against him.?

Then a lightbulb goes off.

Yuji has the perfect solution.

He scrambles to clean up. Putting on his street clothes. Ignoring the quizzical looks from his teammates. He’s going to fix his little problem.

“Coach Yaga?” Yuji is met with an open office door and his coach’s nostrils flaring. Vein along his temple pulsing.

He draws in a steadying breath.

“I can’t play football anymore coach. I quit.”

“….YOU WHAT?!?!”

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