#you know what i shouldnt be the only one cursed

[literaila]

keeping secrets

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: you and satoru avoid each other

warnings: actual fighting, sad everyone, hurt/little comfort (sorry)

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*

year four.

"did megumi give you a permission slip?" you ask satoru, leaning against the side of the couch, peeking at his phone. "it's for a field trip, but i haven't seen it. he says he set it on the counter." 

satoru glances at you. then back, and shakes his head. 

"he didn't give you anything to sign?" 

"not recently." 

you sigh. "i don't think he lost it." 

satoru's lip quirks. "you think i'm hiding it?" 

"i don't know. did you accidentally eat it?" 

his eyes roll. "i have better taste than that." 

"well, can you help me look for it?" 

satoru sighs, head hanging back for a moment, then he throws his phone down, groaning as he stands up. after he stretches, he half-heartedly moves a pillow, pretending to look under it. 

you snort. 

but satoru doesn't look back at you, and moves to the table, to look at the stack of papers there. 

and, admittedly, things have been a bit off. 

you tried to ignore it at first--ignore the way satoru avoided your eyes, or kept himself five feet away from you at all times. you tried to pretend that it wasn't happening. that he wasn't giving you short responses, or only joking with you in dire moments (like when something you say goes over both of the kid's heads and they stare at you weirdly).

honestly, you hadn't even noticed anything was wrong until you'd realized that it'd been a week since he fell asleep with you. since he even bothered to come out of his room after putting the kids to bed. a week since he tried to squeeze you to death, or grossly kissed your cheek. 

and... it shouldn't be weird.

no rule says that he has to spend a specific amount of time with you, or cuddle in your bed, or smile at you, or... do anything that your best friend probably shouldnt do. 

but it's weird. 

it's strange because your relationship with satoru has stayed relatively consistent, an upward slope for the past six years. you've grown closer, but never farther. 

and, in the depths of your mind, usually when you're lying awake at night, you recognize that there's one single moment when it switched. that everything changed a specific morning, and you haven't been able to rewind it. to take it all back. 

and you could just blame the alcohol for your confession, you probably should. 

but then you'd also have to blame your sixteen-year-old self, the girl who'd been attracted to satoru in the first place. the eighteen-year-old who agreed to tie her life to his and take in the kids, or you now, still cursing yourself for falling in love with him.

it's not like satoru made you. 

if intoxication is to blame, so is your heart, your soul, for starting all of this in the first place. 

you'd decided to not blame anything at all, in the end. everything's fine. 

"find anything?" you ask him, a bit cold in the room, feeling that same tension that's been there. those unspoken words, infinite amounts of distance.

you try to ignore it, really. 

"just the receipt for tsumiki's violin." 

"tsumiki's what?" you ask, blinking at him. 

"i didn't tell you about that?" 

"satoru, you can't just buy them things on a whim--" 

he holds a hand up, stopping you. "she said it was for school," he says, giving you a quick grin. "plus, she's pretty good." 

"there's no way she's good." 

"you'll see," he says, "when we go to her recital." 

"what?" 

satoru shrugs, then he turns around, organizing the piles of papers into neat stacks. it almost makes you want to check him for a spider bite, a fever, remnants of poison. no way your satoru is doing that. 

not that he's yours. he hasn't been yours in years, hasn't been your anything ever. 

"oh, here," he says, eventually, handing you a paper which he already signed--of course--and shaking his head. "museums," he grumbles. 

but he doesn't give you the chance to respond, turning to walk down the hall--towards his room--before you can even chide him for forgetting about it. 

so, yeah. things are fine. 

*

"where's gojo?" megumi asks, as the two of you walk through the door.

the house is empty without satoru there. colder, dimmer. and, of course, there's no one to irritate the boy right when he walks in. 

you try not to wince at the question, or spiral into your own question of 'where's gojo?'

"uh," you lock the door, then unlock it. then lock it again. "he's on another job." 

"again?" 

you give megumi a bland smile, taking his backpack from him. "guess they think he needs more practice," you say, trying to tease. 

it falls flat. 

"did he get in trouble?" 

"i don't know," you shrug. "probably." 

honestly, it's not like you would know anyway. satoru doesn't tell you anything these days. 

it's probably what bothers you the most, because if he's not saying anything, then neither can you. you can't ask him what he thinks about tsumiki's new friend, or if megumi should be eating more, or if you're just making everything up, probably going insane--

"when's he going to be back?" 

"he said probably tomorrow. maybe the day after if it takes longer. i can't remember where they sent him..." 

megumi looks mischievous. his eyes are bright. "so we can make those miso brownies? since he's gone?" 

you laugh, ruffling his hair. "sure, when tsumiki gets home." 

he nods, satisfied, and turns around. then he looks back at you, eyes trailing over your expression. 

megumi looks at you quizzically, like he knows something you don't. "do you miss him?" 

you roll your eyes. "do you miss him, megumi?" 

he doesn't even think about it. "true," he says, then walks into the kitchen, grabbing something from the fridge. 

maybe you miss him, you think, but only a little bit. it's not like he's been gone long. 

just, you know, forever. 

*

"hey," you lean against the desk in the office. satoru must be filling out a report, which should make you blink twice, but really it's him being out in the open that surprises you. 

most days he goes to hide in his room. he locks his door and makes sure that you wouldn't dare to walk through. that you have no means to interrupt his solitude. 

"oh, hey," satoru answers, not bothering to look up at you. his voice is low, familiar, and creates goosebumps on your skin. 

seriously, why is it so cold in this house? 

"i'm surprised those haven't gone missing yet," you gesture toward the papers, trying to be casual.

he snorts. "yaga said that if i lost them again, i was fired." 

"he said that two years ago." 

satoru nods, still scribbling. you want more than anything to just see his eyes for a moment, for him to look at you and grin like you're used to. 

but you know he won't, so you tap your fingers against the desk. "do you have a second?" 

"sure. what's up? megumi do something?" 

"no, the kids are fine, i, um--" you pause. it feels ridiculous to have to ask him this, to not know the answer. it feels ridiculous to be nervous around satoru. you haven't felt anxious, or worried about asking him anything since you were sixteen and realized that it didn't matter. "shoko texted me about that work 'meeting' that's happening on friday. do you want to go to that? i just need to know so i can tell her..." 

"meeting?" 

your smile is teasing, not that he's looking. "i think she meant party." 

"on friday?" 

"yeah. she said that the booze is free, and i think nanami's going, so i thought..." you hint, not even sure what you mean. 

i thought we could talk. i thought we could go together and maybe everything would go back to normal. i thought that we were friends, if anything, and that you cared about me--

satoru hums. "what about the kids?" 

"tsumiki has a birthday party that night, and megumi likes the sitter from last time," you wince at your accidental mention of that night. "or he can come, i guess, but he'd probably hate it." 

satoru snorts, nodding in agreement. you watch his hands freeze, then resume. 

he's thinking the same things you are, you know. he's thinking about how stupid you are, how ridiculous it is to imagine him being in love with you, caring about who you are or how you feel. 

you just know it. 

"so..." you whisper, after a second. "do you want to go?" 

you feel like you're standing on uneven ground. how can this be the only real conversation you've had with satoru this week? 

how can you miss him this much when he's literally right there? 

"i don't--" satoru makes a face, finally looking toward you. he sets down the pen. "i don't think so. but you can go and i can stay here with megumi," he suggests easily like he's not rejecting you. "we can have a guy's night." 

"megumi hates guy's nights." 

satoru has a cheeky grin on, but it's half-hearted. barely there. 

like a glimpse of him in a peephole, a moment where he's not hiding completely from you. 

he doesn't say anything, though. he doesn't even bother to come up with a better excuse. 

it's clear as day that he just doesn't want to hang out with you, even in a crowd of people.

"that's okay," you hum, eventually, trying to keep your voice steady. "i don't really--" 

"no, you should go. you haven't seen nanami in a while. you can have a night out," he says genuinely, but it sounds more like i need a break from you. 

"yeah," you try to laugh. "i--um, okay. if you're sure." 

he nods, looking away again. he hasn't touched you in weeks. your skin is almost molding, going completely stale. "i'm sure. we'll order dinner, so you don't have to worry about the brat complaining." 

"okay." 

"okay," satoru answers, but it doesn't mean anything. 

and it's not okay. 

*

the two of them walk through the door, and megumi looks... pleasant. he's got the makings of a smile on his face, a little jump in his step. 

it's one of the only times you've seen him look like the ten-year-old he is, instead of someone who's concerned about economic collapse. 

it makes you smile a bit, even if just the sight of satoru sends pangs down your chest.

"hey," you say, hand on his head as he lingers by you, eyes meeting yours in greeting. you look to satoru, who's pretending to wipe away a smudge on his glasses. "where were you guys?" 

"we were--" 

"gojo took me to that old hospital by my school," megumi says, "there were cursed spirits hanging outside. he let me and my divine dogs deal with them," he says this almost excitedly--as excited as megumi gets--and you can see it in his eyes. that little twinkle of pride. 

your eyes widen, but you smile, trying to be genuine. it's difficult because you've been lying for weeks. "really?" you ask, trying not to look over at satoru accusingly. "how'd it go?" 

"good," megumi, moves to the sink, washing his hands. "they're getting better at scenting them out. it didn't take long." 

"that's great." 

"megumi didn't need any of my help," satoru adds, giving you a short glance. "he's got good intuition." 

megumi looks at satoru with a glare in his eyes, but you can tell that he appreciates the compliment. 

you can tell that he's completely fine with this, that the two of them are going to act like it's normal, but you can't.

you try to ignore it when megumi looks between you and satoru, a slight furrow in his brows. he knows something wrong, you know. but you're not going to admit that. 

you swallow. "do you have any homework you need to finish, megs?" 

"uh..." he pauses. "i think so. reading?" 

you smile, hand on his back as you lead him out of the room. "okay, how about you go work on that? i need to talk to satoru real quick." 

he nods immediately, looking eager to leave--both the room and the tension. 

as soon as he's gone, you turn to satoru, narrowed eyes as you observe him. he's already smiling because he knows that he's in trouble. because he knows that you're angry. 

because, even if he hasn't actually spoken to you in weeks, satoru has always read you so well. he's always known what you're going to say before you say it. 

but you can't care about it. it doesn't mean anything to him. 

“you can’t do that,” you say, almost whispering. “not without asking me.” 

“i knew you’d say no.” 

you laugh, looking away from him. “exactly.”

“he’s fine,” satoru reassures. he shrugs, because why should he care about your concern? “he did good, and there’s not a scratch on him. i’m sorry for not telling you but—“ 

“no buts, satoru. you can’t take megumi out on missions like he’s a student. he’s not. and you definitely can’t do it without even telling me," there's a burning in your chest. your head is clouded over with anger. 

just looking at him--at his ridiculous smile and stupid perfect face--makes you clench your fists.

how can he stand there and act like you're a team? 

“it’s not a big deal. i was there the whole time—and he didn’t need me.” 

“i don’t care!” 

satoru rolls his eyes, his arms crossed. “i think you’re overreacting.” 

“i’m not," you say, trying to get him to look at you--actually look--but he won't. it makes your chest hurt even more. "you’re not telling me things—fine, whatever, keep whatever secrets you want, gojo. don't bother talking to me. but you can’t keep secrets from me about the kids.” 

“secrets? i’m not—“ 

you shake your head, hands in the air, trying to clear all of it away. you want the past month to go away, the past six years. “megumi’s just a kid. he’s ten. he can’t be going on missions, not until he’s ready.” 

“i think i’ve already proved how ready he is.” 

“well, maybe i'm not ready. he’s a kid.” 

“yeah,” satoru says, obviously. he scoffs. “yeah, he’s a kid. but he’s also a jujutsu sorcerer. you can’t separate the two.” 

his voice is all-knowing and his stance is firm. you know that you won't convince him otherwise--know that he's right, to some degree, but this isn't about megumi. 

this isn't about cursed spirits or jujutsu. 

“yes, you can," you say, clenching your jaw. "he doesn’t need to be seeing that shit right now. not until he decides he wants to. practice his technique with him all you want, but you can’t just take him to exorcise a curse with you.” 

“like i said, he’s fine.” 

“it’s not about that! it’s about you doing something reckless—again—and acting like there aren’t any consequences to your decisions. he’s my son,” you hiss, “he shouldn’t be going anywhere i don’t know about. you shouldn’t be making decisions about him behind my back.”

you shouldn't be pushing me away, you shouldn't be ruining this--

“so you want to lock him up here?" satoru asks, laughing at you. his teeth are sharp and he is still. "you want to take away his ability to defend himself?” 

you scoff. “are you kidding? you think me saying i don’t want you to get him killed is equal to me—“ 

“he was fine. if anything—anything—had been there that megumi couldn’t handle, i would’ve taken care of it. i wasn't going to let anyone touch him. that’s why i was there! and he didn’t even need me," he's boasting, swearing to you--you can feel it as he rolls his eyes at you.

“you know what he needs, satoru? he needs you to treat him like he’s a little boy and not some experiment for you to play with.” 

“i would never—“ 

you cut him off, “bringing him out into the open, where anyone could see him, could hurt him, and making him deal with your cursed spirit is not okay.” 

“i didn’t make him deal with anything," satoru swears, chin up. 

you snort. the two of you are standing in front of each other, arms crossed, head guarded. your muscles are tense like something is about to attack you. “oh, so he asked you to go?” 

“well, no, but—“ 

“then you made him! you put him up against a monster and treated him like a student, like a 16-year-old, and not your son.” 

the words feel nice to say. some version of the truth that's much better than whatever this version is. if satoru won't talk to you, you'll talk for him. 

you'll make every assumption, every bad perception (because he's supposed to keep you from worrying, he's supposed to be there to calm you down, to save you from that spiraling). but if he's not going to try, neither will you. 

satoru’s eyes grow hard. “what?” 

“why can’t you just let him be a kid? why do you have to push him into these things—“ 

“we talked with megumi about who he is,” satoru grinds, “he knows about the privilege of his strength, and the fact that he has to work to use it—“ 

“a ten-year-old shouldn’t have to work for anything!” 

he laughs at you. you can't see his eyes, but you watch his face as he tries to hide his expression, trying to keep his voice low. the kids are still in the house, so you shouldn't be yelling. but you can't bring it in yourself to really care. 

“what do you think the point of him living here was? why do you think we took him in?” 

you gape at him. “are you kidding?” you ask. “are you serious? we took him, and tsumiki, in because you’re responsible for killing their father! because they didn’t have anyone else, and that’s your fault.” 

“you think i don’t know that?” 

“well, i thought you did," you say, stepping away from him. some part of you wants to push him out, make him leave. the other part desperately wants him to stay--to say he's sorry. "but you just said that the only reason megumi is here is so you can teach him! when i agreed to this i thought you were facing the consequences of your actions, doing the right thing for those kids because you could. i thought you wanted to take care of them! to keep them away from our awful, messed up world.” 

satoru is staring at you with his jaw clenched. 

you continue, without consideration for the consequences of your words. “i didn’t think that you only wanted to keep megumi here so you could train him, like a dog.” 

“that’s not what i said.” 

you shake your head, a bitter smile on your face. “well it’s what you meant, and clearly you have no regard for his feelings or the way that curses might affect him—“ 

“don’t act like i did it just to mess with him," he interrupts, harshly. "it’s not a joke. i want him to be strong, i want him to be able to take care of himself—“ 

“and i want him to have a dad who isn’t so selfish!” 

“what?” 

“did you even think about it? what about the nightmares he’s going to have?" you wonder, rhetorically. "what about the fact that he’s different—that he’s already struggling to relate to other kids in school? what about him, satoru? why is it only about you?” 

what about me? you don't say. 

“i didn’t bring him for me—“ 

“you want a replacement. you want someone else to deal with everything, while you sit back and watch. i know what you’re trying to do—“

“really?" he points at you, the other hand clenched in the air. he's laughing again. "you can read my mind? you’ve already been let in on my plans—“ 

“don’t you wish that you’d had the opportunity to be just a kid?” you demand. “don’t you want that for megumi?” 

he shrugs. “sure. but it’s never going to happen.” 

“well, clearly, because you won’t let it.” 

“he gets to be a kid every day. god forbid i take him to see one curse, to understand how to use his powers, to protect himself, and you treat me like i wanted to kill him.” 

you laugh. your mind is a minefield, and everything he says ruins another part of it. 

all you can think about is him, him as a teenager, him with you, telling satoru you love him and him having nothing left to say--

but you scoff again, shoving yourself further away from him. “do you know how many times i’ve wanted to go back to when i was ten and just got to live my life? do you know how often i think about how everything could’ve been different?” 

“this isn’t about us."

“yes, it is. it is, satoru, because i didn’t get that chance and neither did you. and you just took away megumi’s chance.” 

“i didn’t take anything away," he says, softly, like he's trying to convince himself. 

clearly, you've struck a nerve. 

“he’s never going to be able to look at the world normally, but he doesn’t need the burden of saving people before he’s even in middle school.” 

“why is being strong so bad?” satoru asks you, demanding something more. why am i so bad? “why do you treat it like it’s a curse? like it’s going to hurt him?”

“look at you!” you respond. “look at suguru, and me, and shoko! look at any jujutsu sorcerer and ask them if being strong is worth it—is worth screwing your life over.”

satoru looks taken aback. he steps away from you. 

“god, it’s like you think that we’re a different species," you tell him, never having felt like it's more true. "you’re human, satoru. you might be the strongest, but you’re still human, and you still have nightmares like all of the rest of us.” 

he shakes his head at you. 

“why do you want that for megumi? why push him into this right now?” 

“i want him to be able to take care of himself. so that he doesn’t die like our colleagues, so that he doesn’t make the wrong choice like—“ 

he stops, his voice breaking before he can continue. 

and maybe you know what this is really about, but if satoru doesn’t want to tell you how he feels, if he wants to pretend like it doesn’t matter— 

fine. you will too. 

“it wouldn’t make a difference. he’s already—his life is already messed up.” 

satoru looks at you, his eyes ablaze. “don’t you think that if i was him, if i could’ve been stronger, if i could’ve saved all of those people—don’t you think i would do it in an instant? don’t you think i know that because i wasn’t strong enough, people died?” 

this is the thing you've feared since you were eighteen, a brand new person responsible for two little lives. you've feared satoru's moral commitment since before you met him. since you saw him destroy a curse in an instant and realized he was different than everyone else. 

“megumi isn’t you! he doesn’t need to be taught to take on the responsibility of everyone’s lives—“ 

“you can’t say that i’m selfish, that i don’t care, and then say that i care too much,” he says, shaking his head, unable to look at you. 

he hasn't been able to look you in the eye in weeks. 

“you’re both!" you say, almost yelling. "you’re everything. and you don’t think! you haven’t thought for a moment about what megumi might be feeling, who he might want to be—“ 

“and you have? what about what you want him to be?” 

“i want him to be happy! i want him to grow up better than i ever did. i don’t want him chasing a bunch of cursed spirits around on the weekend like it’s a normal thing—“ 

“it is normal. for us, it’s normal. for him, it’s normal.” 

you sigh, a weight on your chest, a burning in your throat. “well, maybe it shouldn’t be.” 

you're not going to start crying now. not with satoru watching, not when he gets to know just how much you care. 

satoru scoffs. “so you’d just have everyone defend themselves--" 

"i don't know how you're arrogant enough to believe that you can save everyone--"

"--you’d just forget that we’re strong for a reason, that we--“ 

“but you’re never going to be strong enough, satoru. never.” 

satoru stares at you. he doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t hesitate, and doesn’t bother to argue. 

and after a moment he turns around. you reach your hand out to grab him--hold onto him and keep him here, because this isn't finished, and you're not done with him. you haven't even started. 

but you run into a wall. you look down and your hand is dangling idly in front of his arm, stuck in the air. 

you can't see satoru's eyes, but you can feel his heart--your heart--as it skips a beat in realization. 

but then satoru shakes you off, pushes you infinitely farther away from infinity, and keeps going. 

he walks out the door, slamming it shut.

you stand there for a moment, watching. you wait for the door to open again, for satoru to come back, for him to laugh--tell you that everything's fine, that it'll all be fine. that it's okay if you're angry, that he doesn't care. 

but after a minute, he doesn't return. 

and after another, you have to lean against the counter. your hand burns--but maybe that's just your imagination. you're pretty sure that infinity has no drawbacks, that there's no consequence for touching, for not touching satoru. 

pretty sure. 

but you still look over your skin, trying to see if he's left some mark. it would be nice to have some evidence of what he's done to you. you clench your fist, but the feeling doesn't go away. 

and maybe it's not your hand. maybe it's your chest. maybe it's these weeks of feeling separated, feeling miles apart from him, feeling like it's all your fault that any of this has happened. 

you... you can't even remember what you were arguing about. 

you feel like a kid again, hiding yourself in your room just so your parents don't have to deal with you. you feel like that little girl who hid in the cupboards, trying to escape the monsters that no one else could see. you feel like that smaller, reckless version of yourself that left home at the first chance, who knew she wasn't allowed back. 

are you allowed here? you wonder. is it going to happen again? are these monsters--real and fake--too much for your family to handle again? 

you exhale, trying to catch your breath again. none of this feels right, normal, easy. 

should you--should you call him? should you wait for him to come back? 

is he going to come back? 

the slam of the door is still echoing throughout the house when they creep down the hallway, making sure their footsteps are soft, but also loud enough for you to hear. 

maybe you've only been standing there, waiting for satoru to turn around, for thirty seconds. 

but it feels like an hour. 

"mom?" a tiny voice asks, and both of them are turning around the corner, taking hesitant steps towards you. 

you have to swallow. you need some water, an icepack maybe, to get rid of the burning feeling in your throat. the telltale signs that you're going to cry--that you've suffered blows to the core, and you can't backtrack now. 

but you don't want to cry in front of them. you refuse to. if you didn't want to cry in front of satoru, you won't cry in front of the kids. 

so you turn around, swallow again, and fill a glass of water. 

you chug it down, wanting it to wash away that feeling, that ache. 

you can't say anything just yet because then you'll actually fall apart. 

megumi and tsumiki watch you, both of them silent as they wait for your direction. for some solution you should have. 

you take a deep breath, then turn, almost faltering when you see the worried look on both of their faces, the concern in their eyes. neither of them should have to worry about this. 

god, how could you forget that they were there? that they could hear everything? 

how could you make another mistake? 

"hey, guys," you say, clearing your throat. you want to be nonchalant, and casual, but you've never been either a day in your life. 

"where did gojo go?" 

"i, um," you take another sip of water, because that feeling crawls up your throat, makes itself known again. "i think he went on a walk." 

"is he okay?" tsumiki asks. 

"are you okay?" megumi follows. 

"yeah, he's fine. he's good. i--he just needed some space, you know? um... a break." 

"from us?" 

your eyes widen. "no, no, no. of course not, never you guys. he's... just been busy this week. working a lot. and, i, well, he's good. we're good." 

megumi leans on the counter next to you, looking at you very closely. "are you okay?" he repeats. 

"i'm good, megs. it's..." you smile. "it's fine. um, did satoru get you anything to eat while you were out? i'm not sure what we've got, but i can make something if you--" 

"when is he going to be back?" 

you stop, sighing. you shouldn't have taught either of them how to read emotions, or how to eavesdrop. you shouldn't be speaking to anyone, or trusted with anything. 

"i'm not sure, buddy. he'll be back when he's ready." 

"is he going to stay out all night?" tsumiki asks, worried. 

"no, i'm sure--" you stop again. "gojo will be back in time for bed, okay?" 

they're both staring at you, waiting for you to say something profound, something to make it actually okay. 

but you have nothing. is satoru going to come back? is he going to stay somewhere else? you know he'll exhaust himself just to avoid coming home-- 

this is why you shouldn't have moved in--

this is why you never should've agreed to this, allowed himself to burrow a hole in your heart, in your soul-- 

"hey," megumi takes a step towards you. and then, before you can blink the tears out of your eyes, reassure him that it's fine, his arms are around your waist. 

he nuzzles his face into your side, squeezing tighter than you thought a little boy could. 

theres only a second of this before tsumiki's on your other side, and squeezing just as hard. 

your hands fall on both of their backs, and you take a breath that feels more like never breathing again. your lungs won't fill, and your chest is incomplete

but they stand there with you, and eventually, your heart begins to match theirs, and their little hands keep you together. 

you can't cry, but you really want to. 

*

satoru's entire body feels different. 

he knows what it's lacking, the changes he's made in a short period of time--giving himself no time to acclimate, no pause where he slowly adapts to the differences. 

he misses you. 

it's been like this before--when suguru left and satoru couldn't bear to look at himself in the mirror, nonetheless you in the eyes--but it's never felt so severe. 

because you're right there. you've been there every day, waking him up, making the kids breakfast, laughing when megumi bullies him, smiling at tsumiki's attempts at mediating. 

you're there in the morning, in the afternoon, and every night. you're right there for him--and he can't say a word. 

he doesn't want this, this thing to be real. 

denial is his favorite emotion, and recently, he can't even muster the strength to go through with it.

and now, he feels even more hopeless, lacking, never ever enough. 

but he walks through the door because he has nowhere else to go. he has no other home--besides the three of you. 

it's dark outside when he comes back, and the door is unlocked, so he knows that you've been waiting. that you had to deal with the aftermath of shouted voices and scared children who he felt lurking behind a wall before he got the chance to think about any of it.

he needs to talk to you. satoru knows that, he really does. but he's not sure what to say. 

he could apologize for tonight--could tell you that he won't make any more decisions, that he won't wreck this thing you've built--but it's not enough. 

he should probably apologize for the last seven years. for letting himself grow attached to you, and then continue to hold you at arms length. he should probably apologize for being himself, for being less than he could be. 

but those words feel too rotten to say aloud. 

so, when he walks up to your door, waiting to feel your obvious presence--to see it, like he always does, the wall of cursed energy that you are--he feels like running away again. 

you don't even need to know that he's home. satoru could go to bed, and he could probably pretend that nothing happened in the morning and you would follow along. 

but he doesn't want to do that. not to you. 

and he needs to see you, needs to say something before he figures it all out--should he leave, or stay? should he continue to push you away to protect you? should he tell you all of it? 

it doesn't matter, he knows, because he probably won't be able to do any of it. 

and for the first time in years, satoru makes sure to knock before he opens your door. just a small repetition of his knuckles, but he might as well be breaking down a tradition. 

there's no answer, but he's not waiting, so he creaks the door open, looking for you immediately. 

and he sees you, lying in bed. 

and he sees your shoulders shaking slightly, with you curled up in the fetal position, and he can hear the sniffle before the door is all the way open. 

there's no choice, he knows. he's not going to let you cry yourself to sleep without saying anything. he's not going to leave you alone. 

you don't turn around, but satoru knows that you must know he's there. he walks across the floor, sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting for you to turn to him. 

and yell, maybe. tell him to leave again. tell him that you don't want to look at him anymore. 

but you don't move. your shaking is slightly stifled, and satoru can tell that you're trying to keep your breathing low, to keep him from noticing you cry. 

it's foolish, really, because satoru hasn't missed a single detail about you since he was seventeen. 

he doesn't say anything, but it's a natural reflex to tap your legs, to stand and slip off his shoes, gently pushing you off of the edge of the bed, towards the middle. 

and then he's laying there, curling his limbs around yours, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. 

immediately, there's a release somewhere inside of him. that yearning--that ridiculous need is finally satiated. 

satoru swallows. he needs to say something, he knows, but he's not sure what. should he apologize right now? should he tell you that he hates it when you cry--that he never feels more desperate to be more than in moments like this? 

should he whisper that he loves you, just to get it off his chest? 

but you cough, body shuttering as you relax into him, never pushing him away. and your voice is so small when you say, "you can't leave." 

satoru feels the pieces of him crack into even more. 

he tries to hold you tighter, but you move in his hold, turning so that you're facing him, and you nuzzle your face into his neck--trying to hide, but making sure that he's there. 

your hands cling onto him, leaving marks.

he can feel your tears against his skin, your entire body on overdrive. 

"you can't leave," you repeat, voice breaking. satoru feels it against the very outline of his soul. 

"okay," he says, quickly. "i won't." 

"i can't lose you too." 

he pales, body going still. his heart might stop for a moment. "you won't. i'm not going anywhere." he sighs. "i'm sorry." 

"i can't--" you're still crying, and you begin to shake again. "i can't do this without you. i won't." 

"you don't have to." 

"you can't leave, satoru," you say, leaning up to meet his eyes--yours glistening with years full of hurt, a lifetime of secrets and unsaid words. "please don't leave." 

"i won't," he repeats, feeling a bit desperate. what can he say to prove to you that he's not like everyone else? that he would trap you within his atoms, if he could? that he would stay in this bed, holding you, even if it meant nothing, forever? 

there's nothing, he knows. nothing but the truth. but that doesn't come out--it can't, now. it's not the right time. 

so instead, satoru wipes the tears from your face, even though they're replaced immediately, your breath coming in short, short bursts. he wraps his arm around your back, pulling you back to him again. 

"i'm sorry," you whisper against his skin, so quietly that he can barely hear it. 

"i'm not going anywhere," he answers. 

and, just for tonight, it's enough. 

he'll fix the rest of it tomorrow. 

*

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[weixuldo]

Like a Drug

Toxic!Anakin x Reader

a/n: hihihi, this one is a pretty long one shot ahh sorry! its based on this ask from @hanasnx ! (Though I did change the promp a little) I just wanted to also update that It is officially finals week- so I'll be slower than i alr am SORRY!! but i have been working on the next xhapters of allow me and enigma when i get breaks!! I hope u enjoy! ALSO! Please don't stay w someone if they act the way anakin does in this fic- this is purely a scenario for fictional purposes, never let anyone do anything he does, to you.

Anakin has a very peculiar way of showing his love; well you call it love other people call it an unhealthy obsession... you finally realize how fucked up the situation is and leave- but the real question is how long can you stay away?

warnings: cursing, toxic bf ani, smex, cumplay, agressive behavior, mention of blood, fights, alluded sexual harassment, anakin is obsessive and posessive. (he's does some fucked up shit)

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“Get up” Anakin’s stern voice rang as he gripped your upper arm. 

You jumped at the unexpected contact- why was Anakin here? 

“Ani! You scared m-” you started to laugh before he tightened his grip.

“Now.” he growled. 

You looked back at your friends sitting across the table from you; their eyes were wide. Before you could say anything, Anakin started to pull you up. 

“Let go of her!” one of your friends demanded. 

He snapped his head towards her and only loosened his grip on you to stomp to the other side of the table. His tall frame towered as he glared daggers at her. 

“The fuck did you just say?” he spat.

She went pale and looked down at her lap. 

“That’s what I thought. Anyone else have any smart comments?” he huffed, before promptly pulling you out of the restaurant. 

Before you made it all the way out the door you mouthed an “its ok” to your friends before following your boyfriend outside. 

“Anakin, what the fuck?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. 

He continued towards his sleek black camaro (he loved to drive through the city at night, music blaring and his hand on his property, your thigh). 

“Don’t fucking ignore me Anakin!” you shouted, gaining the attention of an older couple who were heading inside the restaurant. 

Your cheeks burned as you caught their stares, but honestly you were used to this shit, it wasn’t the first time you and Ani had made a scene in public. Anakin always did this- he would get pissy over some irrelevant thing and you would get into an argument. 

He stopped and turned with such anger.

“You really wanna know? You shouldnt have to fuckin’ ask why I’m upset! If you ever thought of anyone but yourself you’d see how fucked up it is of you to get dinner with those bitches who want to break us up” he screamed; his beautiful blue eyes dark with rage. 

You knew Anakin hated your friends. And you knew they hated him.

“You know they don’t like me and always try to get you to leave- Meanwhile those sluts cant keep their legs shut; they’re probably just jealous cause I’m the only guy who gets to fuck you and they have to find a new one every night!” he spat. 

Most of your friends were in stable relationships, but of course Anakin didn’t bother to remember that. 

“How am I selfish Anakin? I just wanted to grab dinner with the girls and you didn’t even come up. I told them not to bring you up after the last fight” you sighed, exhausted from Anakin's irrational moods. 

His sculpted jaw clenched and his right eye twitched. 

“It's the fact that you still even allow their company, it’s disrespectful.”

You shook your head and huffed in disbelief. 

“Anakin, you are absolutely unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable… Do you even hear yourself right now?!” you screamed. 

“And not that it should even fucking matter, but how did you even know I was with them?” 

“I have your location- you know that” he stated as if you asked if the sky was blue. 

“I know that, but how about them?”

He knew where they were because he made several alternative snapchat accounts and pretended to be someone from school who was just looking for new friends.

He spent nights pretending to be an excited freshman who was wondering where the science building was. He used remix to send your friends snaps that made it look like he was on campus or hanging out downtown with other students. And eventually he gained their trust enough for them to turn on their snap map for him so he could “make sure they were safe” if they went somewhere, since it's “dangerous for us college girls down here”. 

“Intuition.” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “No way, you probably chipped their phones or some psycho shit cause you’re fucking crazy Anakin!” 

“Well if you just goddamn did what I told you we wouldn’t have to have these conversations or be in these situations” he replied dryly. 

“How many fucking “rules” are there for me to follow?! Everytime I go out or do anything, you find something to nit pick! It's exhausting! I don’t even know why I’m still with you?!”

“Get in the car.” he demanded. 

“You’re insane if you think-”

His whole demeanor shifted and he sighed, “baby, please… I’m sorry, let’s talk about this”. 

“No, Anakin- i’m done with your bullshit” you said, heading back towards the building. 

He felt his scarred eye twitch, but he needed to subdue his temper (just until he could take it out on your pretty pussy).

See, Anakin Skywalker was a master manipulator. He knew that no matter how much you fought or how insane he acted- you would always come back.

This was clockwork for him. You’d fight, he’d act vulnerable, you would fuck, and then you’d be good for a while. A perfect system. Never failed. 

He called your name with a desperate plea- he had no problem acting needy if it got him to where he needed to be, plus this gave you the illusion of having power in this familiar situation. 

You hesitantly turned around to meets his gaze; his beautiful blue eyes glassy with his brilliant manipulation. 

“Baby, I’m sorry- I just worry about you..” he spoke softly as you subconsciously came closer. 

Soon his strong arms were wrapped around your waist and his scent flooded your senses. 

“You know I can't control my feelings sometimes- I just love you too much- I can’t lose you too…” he whispered into your hair. 

You knew exactly what he was referring to with the “too”- his mother. He was very close with her, growing up she was all he had. A few years back she passed away and it took a big toll on your lover.

You never wanted to admit it, but you knew he used that to guilt trip you into staying or to get you to feel bad for him. 

You hated him. 

But you couldn’t stop…

You held him tighter and grabbed his shirt fabric, “I know Ani… I know”.

You were now crying too- You knew this was unhealthy- toxic even; but you just couldn’t quit him. 

You felt his strong arms lift you up and he carried you towards his camaro; you knew what came next… He’d comfort you, fuck you, then you would act as if no argument ever happened.

A cycle you had gotten all too familiar with. 

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“F-fuck” Anakin stuttered as he slammed his cock into you; intensive sounds of your bodies colliding, ricochet off the bedroom walls. 

“You feel s-so good Baby- doin’ so good for me” he praised as he thrusted in and out of your plush walls. You were lying on your back as he held one of your legs over his shoulder so he could hit even deeper. 

The glorious feeling of his calloused hands along your smooth stomach made you shiver. When you first started dating Anakin he told you that he would please you so well that no other men would be able to compare.

he was right…

No man could navigate your body the way he does, read your tells like he could, no man could make you cum as well as Anakin could.

He slowed his hips for a moment making you whine at the lack of movement from his thick cock. 

“Look at me baby”. 

You blinked your doe eyes open, tears falling from the corners. He observed your features before his eyes softened. 

“My girl, my pretty girl… always so lovely” she smiled before tenderly kissing you. 

“I love you more than anything” he whispered against your plump lips. 

This.

Moments like this were why you stayed: he could be kind- he was sweet- he did care. 

You were about to reciprocate his statement but were cut off by his hand tightly gripping around your throat as he continued snapping his hips into yours.

You squealed with each powerful thrust- it was ok, you’d tell him later. 

His swollen member was blushing red and as hard as could be. He absolutely adored having you below him, taking his dick like a champ- he remembered how proud he was when you were finally able to take all of him. 

A particularly hefty thrust sent his neurons firing and he knew he was almost at his end. He sloppily bucked his hips into your pelvis as his breathing became more erratic. 

“I’m gonna cum- w-where do you want it sweet girl?” he half stuttered, half moaned.

You patted your chest and gave Anakin a knowing look. 

With that he was gone, his brows knitted together in ecstasy and his hips lurched forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he quickly slid his dick out of you to aim for your chest. 

Barely one pump in, his warm seed coated your chest. You watched as his abs and thighs contracted with each wave of pleasure. Some of his damp curls stuck to his forehead, he had a sheen of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. 

What a beautiful sight. 

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Anakin’s fingers tucked some wild strands of hair behind your ear as you slept peacefully beside him.

Last night cut it a little closer than he normally would have, but it all worked out because here you were, still with him- fast asleep in his bed. 

He grabbed your phone and began to go through your messages (an unhealthy habit he picked up a few months back), his fingers immediately moved to the new notifications from your friends.

He opened the pinned group chat and read the messages from last night. 

Where r u? Where’d he take u?

Are you alright?

WTF was that?!

Anakin rolled his eyes; your friends were always so dramatic. But he smiled when he saw your response. 

“Guys i'm good, ani took me home and we talked things out- he’s just been really stressed out lately, it's nothing to worry about!”

You were his good girl and he’d spoil you today for your loyalty. 

He continued to scroll passively until he got to the newer unread messages. 

y/n, can we all please talk when you get back- we’re worried about you

Yea, anakin doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions

We hate to see you in this situation

Babe, he’s toxic- u need to dump him

“...u need to dump him”

Anakin almost threw the phone across the room- no way these bitches were telling you to dump him?!

He was the only one who took care of you, he was the only one who knew what was best for you- who did these girls think they were?!

Before he could stop himself he took out his own phone and copied all of their numbers down so he could send several nasty message to the girls basically telling them to back the fuck off and being unnecessarily hateful.

After he blocked their numbers, he decided it was time for a shower, so he left you with a kiss and headed to the bathroom. 

The emptiness of the bed made you wake. For a moment, you began to search for Anakin but the shower in the other room indicated where he was. 

You smiled and cuddled further into his sheets. The warmth of the blankets began to pull you back into slumber but your phone interrupted the notion. 

It was one of the girls you had gotten dinner with last night, what would she be calling this early for?

“Hello?”

y/n, I’m sorry but you need to come back now, I don’t think it's the best idea for you to be with anakin-

“Wait, slow down… why?”

She sent you screenshots of the messages he sent and you almost dropped your phone.

“What the fuck?! Anakin sent this?”

Yes, this morning- I really think you should get out of that relationship y/n- I’ve been telling you this! He’s trying to make you dependent on only him- it's not healthy!

You took a moment to regain your thoughts and quickly said a goodbye when you heard the water stop running. 

Why would he be so cruel? You knew he had his issues but he’d never been so explicitly viscous before. Maybe your friends were right, you had been manipulated so much that you were defending his toxic behavior. This had to stop. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him for long (he would just pull you back in). So you quickly began to gather your things so that it would be easier to leave after you talked with him. 

You almost had everything packed when the doorknob turned to reveal a fresh Anakin; his hair was still damp from the shower and his skin had a glistening shine from the residual steam. He had such a big smile… you hated this, but it needed to be done. 

“What’s going on princess?” he frowned when he saw your bag was already packed. 

“Anakin… I have to go” you said hurriedly. 

He moved in front of you and held up a hand, “Woah, can we talk about what’s going on? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?” he asked (genuinely worried). 

With a sigh, you looked him in the eye, “Anakin- we can’t keep doing this- we aren’t good for eachother”. 

He felt his chest tighten. 

“Was it your friends? Did they put those thoughts in your head?! I told you they weren’t-”

“Anakin! Please, enough! I saw what you said to them- Why the fuck would you say that? You’re not acting like the man I fell in love with… You’ve changed so much” you said with watery eyes.

For a moment he looked as if he were going to punch something but eventually he let out a breath and defeatedly stood to the side. Your words seemed to really hit him. 

“Angel, I do what I do because I love you- you know that. I know I’m messed up- but I’ve been working on it, Truly” he promised.

Tears fell as you shook your head, “I know Ani, but it's not fair to me- I can’t keep doing this! We always end up fighting and you always get upset”

“I DON'T!” Anakin unintentionally shouted, making you shrink away from him. 

“This is what I'm talking about Ani, I don’t wanna do this- no, i’m not doing this anymore. I’m leaving” you said, grabbing your things and heading for the door. 

He called your name but you ignored him, you almost got to his front door when he grabbed your upper arm. 

“Let go!” you shouted, snatching your arm from his hold.

“Please, just leave me alone” you cried as you walked out of the house and headed for the uber you sneakily called while he was still in the shower. 

As the uber drove away, you saw a confused and hurt Anakin standing in his driveway.

You put your head in your hands and cried… 

It needed to be done.

It had to. 

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A few months later

The early autumn air nipped at your skin as you haistilly exited the rowdy club. You shivered and crossed your arms after checking the time. 

10:34 pm

You had only gotten to the damn club 30 minutes ago and you already wanted to leave. You and some friends had gone out to reward yourselves for a hard week (and to hopefully get your mind off of your ex).

Some guy in the club had gotten a little too handsy fior your comfort- he attempted to put his hand up your dress and grope your breasts while you were just leaning over the bar to order another drink. You slapped him across the face and made your way outside to get some air. 

You wanted to leave; as you stood by the curb you felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at your eyes. 

Fuck. 

The sensation of alcohol warmed your tummy and clouded your thoughts. Warm, strong hands protecting you from any other man who dared to look at you. Fierce blue eyes warding off any unwanted attention- 

No. 

You physically shook your head and opened your phone to distract yourself. There was no fucking way you were thinking about him right now. You scrolled to your uber app and looked up rates for a ride back to your apartment. 

$40, $35, $47, $32, $43

The rates were through the roof, no way you were going to pay that just to get a few blocks home. 

Almost instinctively, your hands moved so that your thumb was shivering over Anakin’s number. 

What were you doing?!

You were about to swipe off when you realized: you weren’t willing to take an expensive uber, but you also didn’t want to walk that far in heels and at night. Maybe you should call him… at least you know him and he does owe you a favor anyways. 

Fuck it. 

You unblock and dial his number. 

Ring…

Ring…….

Ring………..

Voicemail.

You groaned. You knew very well what he was doing- he was making you call several times so that you would look desperate. He loved doing that shit. You dialed again. 

Ring…

 Rin- 

“Hey sweet thing, finally came to your senses?” he said, smugness dripping off his every word. 

“Anakin- please come pick me up” you sniffed. 

“And why would I do that? Why would I do you a favor after you’ve been such a bra-”

“Ani- someone tried to touch me- I wanna go home” you cried. 

The other end of the phone went silent. Anakin’s eye began to twitch and his grip on the phone tightened. 

“Where?” he gritted out. 

“What? I’m on fourth street, over by the old mill-”

“Where did he touch you?” he interrupted. 

You took a breath- maybe you shouldn’t have called Anakin, you knew he was going to cause a scene- but at the same time a dark part of you wanted him to become violent with his passion for you. 

“He put his hand up my skirt and started groping my breas-”

“I’m on my way” is all he said before finally adding-

“That fucker is dead.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, Ani was coming. 

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Anakin’s knuckles were a fiery red as he dealt several blows to the man who had dared to touch his girl. His vision clouded by rage and hatred; how dare someone try to touch what was his. 

Sure, you were broken up (or so you thought); but anakin saw it as just a small break- You were getting back together- he knew it.

All he was waiting on was your call. 

Once he was satisfied, he stood up and shook the blood off of his hand. He looked over his work; the man’s face wa bloodied and his lip was cracked (there was also possibly a tooth missing but Anakin didn’t really give a  fuck). 

He leaned over and spat, “Don’t ever touch someone who isn’t yours again”. 

He made his way through the crowd of stunned onlookers who all began to back away from him as he headed towards the bathroom. Once he got there, everyone stepped out and allowed him to walk in with no hesitation (They didn’t want to get on his bad side in any shape or form). 

He leaned on the sink and examined the cut on his cheekbone. 

Whatever. 

He turned on the faucet and washed the blood from his hands; no need for his beautiful girl to see the blood of a fucking perv. 

He dried his hands and exited the building to collect you from outside the building. 

You stood there, arms crossed, his jacket draped over your shoulders: his Angel. 

“Hey, sweetheart” he called in a soft voice as he put his arm around you. 

You looked at him with big eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He kissed your forehead. 

You nodded and hugged him closer to you.

“It's all taken care of, let's get you home”

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“I knew you’d come back” he broke the silence in the car (well, the radio was on- but you hadn’t spoken since he left the club).

“Anakin, can we please not talk about this right now? '' you said quietly. 

He glanced at you and put a tender hand on your thigh. 

“Angel, these past few weeks without you have been hell… I’m sorry for how I acted- I love you”.

You knew this was just another way he was trying to manipulate you- he definitely don’t attempt to better himself, but you couldn’t help but indulge him- after all… you missed him too. You placed one of your hands on top of his and met his eye. 

“Ani- will you take me to your’s?” you asked shyly, as if you hadn’t spent countless nights in his bed. 

He smiled and rubbed his hand along your leg, “Of course darling”. 

“Maybe I can help relieve some of your stress too,” he added with a deeper tone. 

You mentally sighed- of course he wanted that; but you also wouldn’t mind having him near you again, so you politely nodded with a smile. 

He squeezed your thigh, “That’s my girl, I knew you couldn’t quit me that easy”

You turned your head to look out the window at the bright city once more… He was right- you just couldn’t quit him.

***

Once again anakin is completely fucked up in this fic- pls dont romantiscice this behavior in real life... other than that- I hope you enjoyed the fic lmfaooo. I haven't really written ani as an actually problamatic character before, its mostly just like rude or grumpy ani lmfao. but ty for stopping by!!

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[redsaurrce]

LOVE SHOT -DOSE 3 <Kiss me here>

synopsis 💉 Where jk becomes the part of an experiment where he wasn't supposed to take the love shot but ends up taking it in high dose and gets obsessed with yn by mistake

pairing 💉 YANDERE Scientist!jeon jungkook x Scientist!fem reader

genre 💉 scientist!au , smut (minors DNI)

word count 💉 3K

warnings 💉 - kissing, profanity, jungkook is horny AF, cumming, fingering, boobplay, nippleplay, neck biting & kissing, manipulative man in da household y'all

DOSE 2

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"Jungkook I suppose you won't have another episode any sooner, how about I go and buy an inhaler for you?" You said and got up from the sofa to leave but just in time he got ahold of your wrist.

He gulped as he looked up at you with a twisted expression, "I can't believe you still dont get it Y/N, this isn’t any normal fever or breathing problem that I am having... normal medicines or devices won't make any difference, the only thing I need is your presence, your touch, only you. Who knows what'll happen to me once you leave me here alone."

You blinked, "Jungkook, it'll hardly take ten minutes, why are you overreacting?"

"Overreacting!? Am i?! Y/N, I am the one going through this so I clearly know what I need right now. I can't believe this myself either but just the thought alone of being separated from you even for a moment is causing me heavy discomfort in my heart." He said and you could feel pain in voice.

You bit your lip in guilt, you shouldn't have been so harsh with your words, you sighed.

"I'm sorry i should have maintained my demeanor, you are already suffering, i-i shouldnt have said something so hurtful." You gritted your teeth as you mentally cursed yourself.

Jungkook decreased the distance between you and him, he released his grip from your wrist and cupped your face, "Yes, those words were indeed hurtful but you know what hurts me more right now?" He asked you as he caressed your right cheek, you looked up at him and saw him, his expressions slowly becoming sadder.

"What?"

"To see you sad- It hurts me the most, so i hope to reconcile and let you know that none of us are at fault and it was just an accident that you and I have got caught up into, instead of wallowing in sorrows, why don't we work on solving the problem we have at hand right now?" He said as if an adult was consoling a child.

You nodded slowly, "You're right, i'll no longer bring this up, we should probably focus on solving it."

He smiled.

Wow, that was so easy to get you on board! Jungkook thought to himself, not to mention how he had masked on an evil smirk with a friendly smile in front of you.

Jungkook was not in his right mind, that's what he thought at first when thoughts of kissing you, holding you tight, sleeping with you started flooding his mind.

He wasn't sure when and where things got twisted, the dose which was supposed to act as a cupid became much darker, as if it began to bring out a new Jungkook out of him, turned him much more sly and lustful.

A Jungkook which he never thought to become, but now he wishes he never goes back to his old self.

His old self who didn't even possess the courage to confess to you while now, he kissed you merely within a day of taking the dose, he's much more bolder now, much more twisted.

He knows it too.

And he loves it.

Meanwhile you hated it. You hated how Jungkook ended up being a victim of your curiosity, from your point of view, you saw this as something Jungkook hates too. He probably has someone he likes but look at him here stuck with you, unable to stay without you.

You may hate it but he has all the more reasons to hate this situation more than you, that's what you thought, it made you feel so guilty and bad which is why you couldn't say no when he said, "Y/N, let's sleep together."

"Huh?" You raised your eyebrows, did you hear that right?

He sighed, "You're probably thinking that I hate all of this, i know you feel pity for me.. its written all over your face."

Your eyelids fluttered at his observation, you pressed your lips thin, "You're right, i guess."

He held you by your shoulders and said, "And i think i have a solution to this. "

Your eyes at once went wide, "You do?"

"I think.. so? I'm not really sure if this will work but there's no harm in trying it out right?"

"Okay, so what is it?" You asked him.

"I just asked you to sleep with me a moment ago, right? Well, I'm just trying to put the pieces together. You see, my symptoms do not vanish through any antidote, nor through anything whatsoever except you." He licked his lips and continued, "So what if the cure is the ultimate step between us? That is having the extreme- I'm talking about sex, I can't think there's anything else more intimate than that?" He tilted his head and waited for your answer.

You took a moment to think over this, it seems like a plausible solution yet you saw loopholes in it. Like for example if instead of you, if Jungkook saw any celebrity at that moment... how could this solution work out?

You've realised what a mistake it was to even come up with this experiment- ugh! You just can't stop with the regret. "Alright! Doing something is better than doing nothing. Let's just get it done and get over with it."

You said and went inside your bedroom, Jungkook was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect you to fall for his logical lies so easily but then again, he knew he was using your weakness for his gain.

Your weakness being guilt and regret and his gain being the pleasure that was about to come tonight.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts and walked towards your bedroom, upon entering he almost fainted seeing you shirtless for the first time ever.

You sat there on the bed quietly looking at him, just a bra and a panty on you, yes.. it was awkward because you never thought you'd ever sleep with a colleague, evenmore to think it was Jungkook you were talking about.. whom you have never seen as anything more than friends.

You already undressed yourself because you thought it would be easier for him to have you in this state from the get-go!

Meanwhile Jungkook looked at you from head to toe, you looked so fucking beautiful and he just couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He gulped hard as he approached you, "Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?"

"Mmm.. it's been quite a few years." You answered.

"How was it?" He asked.

Your eyes naturally twitched at the thought of your ex, you really don't want to remember it but yet you couldn't deny that "It wasn't bad."

He smirked, "Is that a challenge for me? I hope you say "it was best" the next time someone asks you the same question." He said confidently while pulling up his shirt.

You looked at his bare body and my oh my! Look at those chiseled abs! No wonder he looks so confident.

"The condoms are in the drawer." You said and climbed up further on the bed until you sat against the bed rest.

He took them out and stuffed it inside his pocket and got up on bed.

He crawled towards you like a predator aiming for its prey, he started kissing your legs and thighs and sniffed at your pussy like a dog.

He could feel the twitch in his pants already, oh just how tempting were you!

He licked your inner thigh and it tingled from the cold sensation of his wet tongue.

He kissed over your clothed pussy and continued kissing your abdomen till he reached your chest area.

He brought his right hand and hovered it over your bra like a feather, you let out a tiny moan when he fingers scratched your cherries from over the fabric.

In no time they became hard, he used his thumb and index finger roll them like a screw and then squeezed them hard. You whimpered from the pain and just then he pulled down your bra exposing your beautiful breasts. He kissed them softly and started to lick them gently until he squeezed them hard again with his incisors.

You closed your eyes shut and straightened your legs from the sensation, he took this opportunity to use his hands to slide down your panty and started fingering your pussy.

While his teeth were squeezing and chewing on your nipples, his fingers were deep inside you mirroring the movement of scissors.

You moaned and he could feel his soul leave his body by how beautiful you sounded just then.

As soon as he felt your juices were leaking, he brought out his fingers and smothered the juice all over dick. His dick which was also leaking mixed with your cum, he took them and rubbed it all over your face.

You were too busy to feel disgusted as you no more had the presence of the surrounding, it was just you and the pleasure Jungkook was giving you.

He knew that you were enjoying it, afterall you looked like you were ignorant of the world at that moment. He moved up and licked your entire face clean with his tongue and when every drop of juice was in his mouth, he opened your mouth and started placing sloppy kisses on them.

Meanwhile he quickly teared off the condom packet and put it on his dick before going inside your vagina.

The first time he thrusted in, you gasped and as a result you swallowed the cum that was inside your mouth.

He thrusted again deeper and your back arched at the pain, he now slid his dick in and out of you continuosly until you went numb. Just as things were getting even more intense, he suddenly felt the crook of his neck had started to burn.

He stopped altogether and clenched his teeth at the pain, you wondered what made him stop so you looked at him.

All of a sudden you felt sobered up from the daze of pleasure, you immediately asked him with wide concerning eyes, "What is it?"

"My- my neck, it's really hot Y/N, can you please touch it- no- please kiss it?" The pace of his breath became faster.

"O-ok." You quickly leaned in and blowed some air and kissed the area.

Jungkook sighed as he instantly felt relief, "Thanks a lot.. I think the solution of having sex failed--" He hissed in pain as the same burning sensation returned again but this time on his dick.

His eyes grew wide, wow this loveshot really is a big deal huh? It sure knows what Jungkook's fantasies are.. even though he was in sheer pain, the happiness of how to overcome the pain overjoyed him.

You asked, "Jungkook what's wrong?"

"Ah-ah my- my .." He pointed downwards and you looked at his member, it really did look red like it was flaming up.

"Will it be alright if I kiss there?" You said in worry.

"I- I don't know, please hurry up." He said in pain.

He removed the condom at once, you gulped and quickly bend down to kiss his dick. Yes, as expected the pain was gone and it takes a few more seconds for the redness and hotness to vanish... so he thought of using this information to gain a bit more than just a kiss.

He started to pretend, "Ah- ah Y/N it didn't work, can you please lick it?"

You blinked at his absurd request but he looked quite in pain so you tried to forget everything and started to lick his cum covered dick.

Jungkook was having heavenly pleasure as he placed his hands at the back and relaxed at the work you did for him. As soon as you heard his sigh of relief, you looked up to look at relaxed face of Jungkook.

"Is it gone?"

"Oh yes yes! Thanks a lot Y/N, I can finally sleep in peace tonight."

-

After washing up last night and lying next to Jungkook- who was sleeping soundly, you couldn't help but ponder over a long time of how to reverse things and if it still was a good idea to roll this out in markets. What if people start misusing them?

In the morning the door bell woke you up. You yawned, just who the hell is there so early in the morning? Oh where's Jungkook?

You stepped out of your bed and heard shower noises coming from the bathroom. Must be taking a bath!

You went to open the door in half sleep-awake state but the sleepiness soon evaporated the moment you opened the door, the person standing in front of you was the last person you'd ever like to meet on Earth.

Your ex-boyfriend Park Jimin.

"Y/N, i broke up with her." Were the first words that came out of his mouth.

As if you cared! Did he seriously destroy your sweet sleep for something so useless? You rolled your eyes, "And? Why exactly are you here?"

He gulped, "I am here to ask you something. Why did you warn me that day when i left you for her? You said its okay if I'm breaking up with you but i should date anyone but her, why did you say that? Did you see this coming?"

You scoffed, "You're here for something i said years ago?! And why do you even want to know, dont you already know why you both broke up. Now stop bothering me and go away!"

"I'm not done yet, if you give me the answ--" Jimin paused immediately as soon as he saw someone coming in his line of sight behind you.

"Who's he?" Jimin asked you and you turned back to see. Your eyes went wide as you saw Jungkook standing there with wet hair and just a towel wrapped around his waist.

He walked towards both of you when he spotted an unknown male figure.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Y/N's--"

"His name is Jungkook." You quickly cut him off before he could say something absurd, you looked at him with threatening gaze, "when you are going to introduce yourself, please state your name first before taking mine." You said shooting lasers off your eyes and then turned towards Jimin, "Anyways, you should get going now."

He knit his eyebrows, "Why are you so eager on sending me away Y/N? Won't you offer even a glass of water?"

"Hey hey mister, if she says go away, you should go away." Jungkook stepped in between you both.

Jimin poked his cheek inside with his tongue, "Are you her boyfriend?"

"No, he-" You were quick to deny but Jungkook cut you off, "and what if i am?"

Your eyes went wide again, just why the hell is acting like this!?

Jimin took a glance at your face and scoffed as he looked at Jungkook, "Well, you aren't so why don't you step out of our business, ah- i forgot to introduce myself, I am Park Jimin, Y/N's ex-boyfriend." Jungkook's pupil shook at Jimin's words.

Jimin saw that.

He smirked and then looked at you, "Y/N i won't ask anymore about me and Ningguang, but I'd appreciate if you could give me a dose of loveshot. I heard from one of my friends whose brother had volunteered for the experiment. As soon as i heard your name, i knew it had to be you."

You sighed, "Why do you need it? To get Ningguang back?" You scoffed, "Why don't you bring her to the lab tomorrow to register her as a subject?" You smiled sarcastically.

Ningguang? It seems Jimin and Ningguang were lovers or something? Jungkook thought.

The bulb in his mind immediately lit up as soon as he saw this as an opportunity to get rid of Jimin, he interrupted, "Uh actually we do have a sample in the lab, right Y/N? Let me bring me it."

You frowned, "Why would you?"

"Y/N you do know that possibility of errors decrease with increase in number of subjects right?" He said.

"But-"

"Hushhh." He kept a finger on your lips, "We should help him out Y/N, didnt we take the oath of showing equality to everyone who needs our help and not involve personal feelings? I'm sure you didn't forget it already, did you?"

You sighed with a sour expression, "Fine whatever."

Jungkook smiled and went inside to bring the tiny bottle of 5ml dose and a new injection.

"Here, may you and your lover get together just as before, that is our one and only goal of the shot." Jungkook said as he handed items over to the Jimin.

"So you were a scientist too, thanks anyways, I'll keep you guys updated about our relationship, if thats what you wanted as you are not asking for money in exchange of this." Jimin reasoned.

"Precisely. Ah, just update only me, no need to bother Y/N, she's already busy because of me..so you can update just me, here have my number." Jungkook said and punched in his mobile number in Jimin's phone.

Once he was gone, it felt like Jungkook could finally breathe. "Well.. thankyou." You spoke and Jungkook looked at you in question, "What for?"

"Well, for him to text only you, I don't want to get involved anymore with him so.."

"You're so adorable, ofcourse i could sense from a mile away how you badly you wanted to smash the door on his face." He chuckled and so did you.

"But why did you even give the shot to him, what if something goes wrong?" You asked as you walked back to your room.

"Relax Y/N, it's the safe limit 5ml dose that I've given."

You tched, "Yeah yeah, and please put on a shirt."

"Ay ay captain!" Jungkook chuckled while putting on his shirt.

Meanwhile Jimin was now sitting inside his car.

He clutched the packet of the injection tight and said to himself, "Who said I'm going to use it on Ningguang?" He smirked as he glanced at your apartment for the last time before he drove off.

DOSE 4

AYO JIMIN THEN WHO???👀

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[yeonjun4beagles]

fwb jjun who makes you watch while he fucks a girl infront of u because u were flirting with his friends~

im gonna put my own little twist to this hehe

"ugh why are you calling me, jjun? youre not supposed-", that's when you realised that it wasnt a phone call, but instead a video call and on the screen was the dick youre very familiar with, standing tall, red and angry, leaking precum. "hello, baby~ miss me?", yeonjun purred, lazily stroking his hard on. "you couldve texted me if you were horny, jjun. i would be there anyway", you chuckled, seems like the little game you played with his friends earlier worked. "oh but i dont need your pussy tonight, y/n. i have my own", yeonjun said as he moved his phone to show a girl, naked and sprawled on the bed, his bed. "what the fuck, jjun?"

"you shouldnt have acted smart earlier, baby, or this couldve been your pussy im filling up right now", yeonjun spat as he entered the girl, her moans echoing in the room. "fucking fake ass moans", you cursed under your breath, as you ended the call. yea sure, you and yeonjun werent exclusive, you guys fucked other people but that was behind each others back. never in front. what you didnt expect was to receive another call from him, and another, another, until you picked up the call.

"what do you w-", "dont you dare end my call again, baby. youre gonna fucking watch me and imagine this is your pussy im filling up so good, you hear me? if you still want my dick inside you after this, that is", yeonjun gritted, his hips meeting the girl's so hard, hes practically shoving her into the mattress. "fuck you", seething, as you sat your phone down next to you. why does he has to be the best fuck you ever had? fuck him. "eyes back on the screen, baby. need you to look at me, okay? fuck, not even this pussy is as good as yours, you know? fuck i would love to fuck you right now instead of this bitch but youre such a brat, baby", yeonjun stammered, you just know hes near with how whiny his voice is getting. "jjun, do you wanna cum, hm? too bad you cant cum in me, handsome. you shouldve just fucked me instead of her~", you cooed, playing along with his game, trying to push his orgasm nearer. "fuck, y/n, yes, yes, nothing, no one can beat your sweet pussy, baby", yeonjun whined before suddenly ending the call.

and seconds later, your phone lit up with a notification from him, with a picture of his cum on the sheets along with a text. "my cum is only for my sweet brat </3".

#mimi!! <3 #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts

[oscpaistry]

Oh.

Ft :: Jude Bellingham and sensitive f! reader.

Summary :: You were acting normal and arguing with Jude. But in Jude's eyes you were being 'disrespectful' towards him. He began to yell at you, and forgetting how sensitive and traumatized you became because of your parents.

Warning :: cursing

A/N :: just me being sad and writing things that remind me of my childhood. This is based on a true story between me and my mum.

"But i didn't do anything." You replied while standing in the middle of the living room, arguing with Jude. Picking at the skin of you nails.

"Yes you did Y/n!" He shouted at you, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"What did i do then?" You said, with more loudness in you voice then expected. *Fuck fuck fuck. Sorry.* You thought to yourself. You know you fucked up, because you should never raise your voice at Jude. You stood there, nervousness running through your veins while waiting for Jude to respond. Jude's eyes widened at your tone.

"Well first of all, you're being fucking disrespectful. Second of all, you're always just sitting around and do absolutely fucking nothing. And did i already mention how fucking difficult you are? You're so fucking lazy Y/n. Im always doing things here. Im always looking out for you. Im always there for you. But you? You're just here for nothing. You're so worthless and unloved. And you're such a fucking crybaby. You always cry over the smallest thing! God, Y/n. I dont even know why and how i fell in love with you. I hate you!" He shouted at you.

Hearing those words made you're heart ache, your breath being heavy and tears forming and threatening to fall down your face. The only thing you could do is fiddle with your hands, look down and nod. You stood there defenseless. You let out a big sigh and looked up at him.

Before speaking you felt a big lump in the back of your throat.

"Oh." you could here the shakiness in your voice, the word almost being incoherent. You just left the living room and went to the toilet. You locked the door and sat down on the cold, hard floor. You breathed in and out deep and fast, trying not to break down. Too late.

Tears streaming down your face, knees pulled up too your chest and your head resting on your knees. All you could hear were the sniffles and muffled crying of yourself.

After a half an hour you finally calmed down. Again, you breathed deeply inhaled and slowly exhaled. You stood up, wiping the tears of your face and fixing you clothes a bit. You walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights. You looked into the mirror and you eyes red and puffy, your nose red and the tear streams imprinted into your face. You took a cloth and wet it with cold water. You put the cold rag on your fave to redeem the redness and puffy ness in your face. Few attempts later of trying to clean up your face you finally looked into the mirror and saw the only thing that was red right now were your eyes. You sighed and left the bathroom. You hoped that Jude would've left or went to sleep because you didnt want to see him. You walked into the kitchen to make some coffee, but guess who's sitting there. Jude. Jude was scrolling through his phone for awhile, not noticing your presence. You look at him with teary eyes. But you noticed his leg bouncing up and down, one hand on the table and tapping on it with his index finger, his eyebrows knitted together. Asif he was worried, or guilty. You wiped some tears away and walked in.

" 'm love" he said quickly and put his phone down. You ignored him. You continued making your coffee.

" 'm so sorry. I shouldnt have said those things." He replied, hearing the worrying tone you the ignoring part of you broke. You turned around. You inhaled and exhaled before talking.

" You shouldnt have said those things. I dont even know-" you couldnt even finish your sentence before the lump in your throat came back.

" I dont even know what i did wrong. All i did was reading the foul things on the media about me. Saying i was some kind of fat girl and body shaming. But-" you replied, tears rolling down your face.

"I know darling. You didn't do anything. Im sorry. I was angry with my teammates and i decided to take it out on you." Jude replied, hearing his shaking voice made you the saddest. You stood up when you heard the coffee machine stop working. You grabbed a spoon and went to your room.

You sat on your bed and drank your coffee. Trying to forget the mean words he said to you.

'i always forgive, but never forget.' was the message you sent to english boy.

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3:41 am rn, currently crying bcs this is how i got/get treated everyday.

#tumblr2023 #inlovewithvirgil #football #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham drabble #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham blurb

[josibunn]

hi take these danny hcs i’ve been going crazy over him AGAIN :( a little ooc nsfw a whole buncha sex, fuck condoms ur goin really raw (don’t take that advice be safe) “momma” used ina beast boy way ^_^

soft dom danny who always gives you about three,,maybe four chances before he takes matters into his own hands. you’re almost always so good, obeying his rules, but damn if it isn’t fun to push him over? “baby,” he’s warning u in a soft tone, again, watching you claw at the sheets and bury your face into a pillow, trying to discreetly move some of his length out of you but he caught it right away. “stop runnin, ok? shouldnt have been so needy while I was working. you asked for it, and it’s the last time i’m tellin’ you.” he’s holding your hips and guiding you back on his length, taking his deep strokes. you’re a babbling mess and youre only nearing your second orgasm, and you knew he wasn’t letting up anytime soon, especially since you’ve interrupted his paperwork to grind on his clothed cock. you were just so overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but scoot and squirm around, he was stretching you out and he knew it :(( “what’d I just tell you, hm? didn’t I just tell you to stop fuckin’ runnin?” he grabs your by the forearms and pulls you up, shoving you back on his length with your head still buried in your pillow, no control over your body as he slams deep inside you. you’re moaning out, feeling yourself about to cum 10x harder with the new force hes exhibiting. “maybe this’ll teach you to stay still, yeah? betcha won’t do it again,” he watches you drool onto the pillow and your eyes roll back into your head as you gasp for air, and youre emptyheaded, too fucked over to comprehend what he was saying.

soft dom danny who loves morning sex but fuckin hates quickies. hates them so bad, would rather be late and take his time with your beautiful body than rush it and leave you unfulfilled. but on the rare occasions you guys diddle around in bed for a little too long and fuck up your schedules on an important day (or some shit), he’ll take you in the shower and kill two birds with one stone. your hands are flat against the wall of the shower, standing on your tip toes as your boyfriend pounds into you from behind. your moans override your boyfriends as he curses, his thumb digging into your hip as he continues to fuck the sleep out of you, and you think you’re gonna fuse with the tile. the hot water falls off his spine as he leans forward to play with your clit, rubbing fast and pressing circles onto you that make you moan high into the air, brows furrowing and mouth going slack as you grab onto his wrist for leverage. “danny fuck!!” you moan out, he’s too focused to catch it, his own release creeping up on him as he curses close to your ear.

soft dom danny who love love loves anything to do with your period. loves taking care of you in anyway he can. you get so moody and he just loves babying you. “cmere momma,” he’s pulling you into his chest as you whine, allowing him to scoop you up. he’s already got the essentials; heating pad on your stomach, food on your left and water on your right, his fingers cock n mouth. you just say the word and hes on it, rushing to your side to meet your every demand. “is this good princess? does it hurt?” you’re both laid on your sides, dan slotted between your legs with his cock buried deep inside you. “n-no, s’deep but it feels good,” you sigh as your head rests on a pillow, holding his shoulder and the back of his head. you’re moaning out into his mouth with each slow stroke of his cock, he’s holding your leg up to pound that cervix just how he knows you like it, eyes low but never closed bc he loves how soft, and pretty and mushy you are like this, taking in your facial expressions and searching for any signs of discomfort.

soft dom danny who’ll let you do allat talkin everywhere else until he gets you home and alone, he’d never embarrass you in public or in front of your friends. of course you already know what’s coming, dropping “are you mad at me’s” and “am I in trouble?” almost every second of the car ride, and all he does is hum an answer and keep his eyes on the road. and before you can even step into your apartment and take your shoes off he’s forcing you on your knees, one hand with all your hair in his hand while the other shuts the door and pulls his cock out. “you thought you’d get away with that shit? hm?” you’re gagging on it, gripping onto his jeans as your eyes rolled back and tears mixed with makeup stream down your cheeks as he forced you to deep throat him. “who wears the pants? who’s the boss? your little friends know ‘the boss’ is getting throat fucked like some dumb whore right now??” all you can do is take it and hope for mercy, or at least that he goes easy on you, god knows you tested enough patience. he was so nice to you too, and you just kept pushing it :(.

that being said, soft dom danny who has a lot, way too much patience with you. your boyfriend is so sweet to you, getting you any and everything you could ask for, once in a lifetime dick, everlasting love. and what do you do? you’re blowing up his phone while he’s at work, making his rounds. he only checks it when he has a few seconds in his truck, seeing the flux of needy messages, pictures and videos. you’re sending pictures of you in his clothes, videos of you in said clothes humping his pillows and rubbing yourself, voice memos of you moaning his name. “danny please,,please baby I miss you so bad :((“ you’re moaning, and he’s sat in the drivers seat with a hard cock, replaying it and contemplating on fucking his fist in broad daylight or making an “emergency” stop to his house and fucking the daylights out of you. so there he was, work uniform still on, shoes and all-didn’t even take out his bun-holding your neck either other hand and your back with the other as he plows into you, forcing you to collide with the marble countertop of his kitchen with each animalistic thrust. you’re moaning out, all you’re in was his shirt-no underwear, this wasn’t your first time doing this to him, and you wanted to be ready. “can’t keep fuckin’ doin that shit baby, got a job to do,” he pants, throwing his head back and cursing. “j-just..missed you baby,” you moan weakly, and he rolls his eyes at the smile that was evident in your voice as he squeezes your neck.

soft dom danny who is never not in control. he’s waking you up, he’s tying your shoes, he’s looking both ways to keep you safe, he’s guiding you while you ride him. this was your chance to “be in charge” but you still didn’t have it all the way down :( one hand holding your thigh while the other held the small of your back, guiding you slightly as you shine and moan around his cock, your arms wrapped around him bare body as he watched you, knowing you were close to giving up. “you’re doin’ so good sugar, look at you go. gonna make daddy feel good? hm?” he licks his lips as you nod frantically, his cheeks pink as he smiles, feeling you clench around him. “m-m’gonna cum,” you squeak and he nods knowingly, “you wanna keep goin or let me help you,” he coos and you grow shy as you tell him to do it, “s’ok baby you did so damn good, m’proud of you,” he’s giggling as he wraps his arms around you and rocks you on his cock, fucking upwards into you.

soft dom danny who definitely DEFINITELY has an oral fixation. just danny in general like he’s sucking and biting on your lips, sucking hickeys onto your body, sucking your titties, everything. loves nothing more than tongue fucking you into another realm. he’s moaning, whining as he eats you out. definitely a “I do it for my own pleasure” type of guy. “danny, b-baby I can’t! I can’t please,” you sob, but he just prows your legs back open. “yes you can, just give it a little more baby i’m not through with you. be good for me” you just taste so good on his tongue, and he says one more but we know one more is definitely like four more.

I hope u enjoyed this!! sorry i’ve been gone I have such shit writers block >_< also I changed my theme since it’s that time

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#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #danny cooper #danny cooper smut #intruders 2015 #rory culkin x reader #x black reader #charlie walker smut #danny cooper prompt

[4pfsukuna]

Todo headcannons/drabble

The lack of love yall show Todo is INSANE, but its alright… imma do our himbo hottie some justice

Warnings: lil bit of smut, mentions of Todo being a much cause he for sure is.

Being Todos girlfriend was… indescribable.

You two meet senior year of college you were a fashion major and wanted to explore one of the most fasionable places in the workd…japan.

The only love on your mind was love for clothes not romance with any men.

So when a big beefy man is standing in the door way you barely pay him any mind even though hes flexing every muscle you pay him no mind.

He thinks its love at first sight from your beauty alone and he was going to introduce himself but the sweet intoxicating aroma of your perfume makes his brain short circuit and forget about stranger danger… and boundaries… and introductions. 

IT’s not until “my beautiful tiger lily a flower as delicate as you shouldnt be carrying such a heavy load allow me” to an unaware you whos more focused on where to get lunch from.

Hes talking about you carrying all the fabrics you have thats overflowing your bag from class  and not just any bag but your denim telfar and it all happens so fast.

Hes grabbing your bag thinking hes being a gentlemen (mans is delusional okay) but youre from new york and the last time a man touched your bag he was halfway down the train platform with it and your laptop.

So off pure instinct you swing as hard as you can.

This is no cliche experience where youre the first woman who can put him on his ass, no! The man is a brickhouse you basically punched a wall. The pain shoots through your hand faster than the curses can fly out your mouth and Yuji, poor poor Yuji is witnessing it all has to come to the rescue.

“I am so sorry about my— him” he apologizes as you craddle your hand to your chest fighting back tears. That was a punch that would have caved a man's chest in.

You have to wear a cast for 3 weeks and Todo takes it upon himself to become your personal servant and he seems more than happy to? You make not to ask Yuji what was wrong with him…again and if all men were like him.

No man is like Todo Aoi.

The man may wbe delusional but hes smitten. For the next 3 weeks he’s at your door 8am sharp ready to make breakfast and aid you in whatever you need and ogling every morning when you open the door at the different ways you style your hair and clothes.

You swear He almost faints the day you open the door and you two have on the same matching nike swishy joggers. He paired his with a white tee while yours with a black graphic tee tied up and a bucket hat. 

You’re also convinced he has stars in his eyes when he realizes its his tee that he left 3 days ago on accident not wanting to get messy while making you onigiri.

Oh yes this man cooks! and will cook 3 meals a day which isnt a shock look at how big he is?! He takes advantage of your dominant hand being in a cast and your lack of knowledge on how to use chopsticks to feed you. 

Of course you put up a fight but if a fine ass 6 foot 4 pure muscle chef wants to buy your groceries cook and feed you… who were you to deny?!

He listens to your music while he cooks but loves meg thee stallion. 

Back to you wearing his shirt He notices you didnt care youve known him for only 2 weeks and when your fashion mind got ahold of something your brain knew no limits. 

He loves hearing you talk about fashion and clothes and accompanying you on your shopping hauls, using carrying the bags as an excuse. So a few weeks later when your hand is fully healed and he’s still opening every door, carrying every bag and feeding you with chopsticks at a restaurant he just had to bring you to, your forced to realize you actually enjoy spending time with him.

Not only is he a foodie as much as you he takes the best pictures… Because he stares at you so much he knows all you’re best angles… all of them… And because he’s a native he knows the best photography spots.

Its when he takes you to a lounge restaurant that has music and food when you learn alot more about Todo, this man never said how much he loves to dance!

You call it his lil dancey dance which he IMMEDIATELY corrects and tells you “its the boogie woogie”

Dancey dance, like you said.

It’s almost 3am when the two of you leave and although you two had been drinking sake all night he seemed completely sober and maybe it was because he was so big. 

He goes completely tender, heart doing flips when you use his bicep as leverage to guide you down the street. It makes him feel like a man and with you being as strong willed and stubborn as you are, allowing him to lead,  makes him feel honored. 

Pulling a cherry blossom from a tree you two were walking under and it feels like a scene from a movie as you smell it and smile up at him his strength making more shower around you two. To him though this was how his world always looked when you were around.

Delusional or lover boy?

Todo is a heavy sleeper so when you Wake up to the sound of the alarm wrapped in his arms dressed in his tshirt your scarf on your head you’re shocked. What shocks you more is his usual bun isnt bunning his hair is sprawled around his face over his shoulders, long lashes touching the tips of his cheeks and has his lips always been this full and pretty? Were you catching feelings? Oh you were fucked.

For the rest of the day you can’t help but be awkward and sometimes you appreciate his obliviousness because he assumes you’re being strange because you’re hungry and goes to try a new recipe that he couldn’t wait to cook for you and you busy yourself with fashion…things.

You actually become submerged and your eyes can’t leave the screen not even when he request you taste what he’s made. You open your mouth leaning over to take whatever he made in your mouth not questioning what it would be until you notice it’s his fingers. He always fed you with chopsticks its when you make eye contact with him that— are his eyes in the shape of hearts?

You try to avoid him after that you didnt come to japan for romance you came for fashion. But of course hes not going for that this man knows your schedule, your habits, your hiding spots and your period cravings he would find you anywhere and he’s not letting you go until you tell him why you’ve been avoiding him.

Okay maybe he’s not that oblivious. So when you admit you’re feelings and tell him about your crush he’s back to heart eyes and the first thing out of his mouth is “let’s get married”

The man is Delusional. But the more you spend time with him after officially becoming his girlfriend you realize he’s delusional not dumb. 

Certified munch™️

Will eat you like the last meal before war.

Will suck your soul out of you like a crab leg.

He speaks sign language… with his tongue… on your clit.

And when your in the brink of conciousness thats when he pulls all 9 inches out. Nothing about this man is small or skinny.

Hes so… tender though. Has a worship kink and honestly youre not suprised. He wants to worship and caress every inch of your body every curve.

Hes also a jealous man, how dare another man think hes worth of your smile.

Jealous sex with him is always 12/10… its like hes trying to prove himself to you all over again pulling out tricks hes never done before.

Its when his jealousy goes to far putting you in an embarassing situation that you almost end his life.

You want to fold his clothes with him in it but…

The only thing better than jealous sex was angry sex and you commanding him trying to over power him  is the moment his soul no longer belongs to him. 

“Youre such a jealous man” you hiss riding his length one hand pressed into his abs for leverage the other switching from his bicep to his shoulder leaving the indent of your acrylic nails.

“And you know that yet still… baby fuck” he grunts his head in your shoulder trying to hold onto his release but your just so tight and warm and the squelching sounds mixed with your heavy breathing has his two brain cells fighting to form a sentence.

“Fuck… dont ever do no dumb shit mmmm like that again” you snap grabbing the nape of his neck pulling him up by the hair there and he almost cums like that.

He loves when you take control as much as he loves you taking your anger out on him his thumb goes to play with your clit knowing hes not going to last much longer.

“Like this” he smirks applying pressure and your hands slip but hes there to catch the pace pushing his hips up to match the rhythm you set. 

Your neighbors are not happy about your all night sessions but they wont say anything to the giant.

Aftercare is nothing less than special warm rag, massage, lofi music, the curtains open just enough to have the city lights on you and whatever 5 star meal he concocts up to make sure you eat before bed.

Tojis been a tenderoni for you since day 1.

#todo aoi #aoi todo #todo x black!reader #todo x reader #todo x you #todo x y/n #Todo x black y/n #Todo x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanart #jjk x black!reader

[seahagart]

Sorry if you already answered this but who is Drifa's goddess?

She worships the goddess of wilderness (nothing canon in game) Basically since she's a paladin and paladin's follow an oath rather than picking a pantheon at the start, i thought it'd be interesting if her oath is to her temple, she was the protector of her temple for the past 15+ years which is dedicated to the Lady of Frost, Goddess of the Wilds, Maiden of Snow. Essentially goddess of the wilderness, snow, and survival.

Huge Drífa lore dump under the cut.

She was left at the temple while all of the other members slowly left, one by one, when their godess called to them to do so. Each one that left has never returned. Eventually the guardian of the temple passed, leaving Drífa to wait her turn and keep the temple until her goddess instructs her otherwise. She has waited for a long time... Eventually she stopped keeping track of how much time passed, and fell into routine.

Drífa appreciates nature, but in a 'respect what could kill you' way. She does not love animals because they're cute and fuzzy, she appreciates them because of their tenacity, and their skills. She worships the circle of life, that the strong live while the weak perish, and it is her duty to protect this. Meaning hunting is normal, but to kill for the sake of killing is deplorable. It is her duty to keep the shrine, make offerings to her goddess, and protect the way of life on the mountain. Hunters who come to collect for their food on the mountain are fine, but outsiders who come into her territory to take more than they give are dealt with.

She is cold, ruthless, territorial, but she is also kind, gentle, giving. Drífa can't help herself sometimes. She takes in a hunter who should be facing the consequences of his grave miscalculation aka he didn't respect the mountain and should freeze or figure a way out... but she gives him shelter. She should just kill the bear that keeps taking the food from her traps, and she curses it plenty, but it was a brutal winter, she sees the bear has cubs, so she lets it take her prize when she shouldn't.

When Drífa has her child, she sees this as a gift from her goddess, her next lesson in survival. Raising young. Drífa softens even more. She would not think about putting something out of its misery, or striking if it meant she will have food... But now she has a boy who loves birds and pleads with her to help it. So she does. Then its the fox still alive in her trap, she has a soft spot for foxes as she likes them for their cleverness, so she nurses it back to health when she knows she shouldnt. She gives more time to her child and neglects the offerings, the shrine, and soon is too focused on playing with her child she doesn't hear the footsteps in the snow. They are attacked, her child is separated from her, and ultimately is never recovered. She spends weeks searching only to find scraps and blood. She returns, heart broken, and brings swift death to those who did this, the warriors that moved into her shrine while she was gone. All of them are put outside as a warning to those that enter her territory. She never sees other people after this. She knows this was a punishment from her goddess, she was losing sight of her duty as the temple keeper, she wasn't respecting her place in the world, and now had to survive the worst: grief. She decided she would overcome this, just like everything else, and would survive because that's what she is meant to do.

She is taken from her mountain by the nautliod, her temple crushed and destroyed. She believes this is the sign from her goddess, forcing her to leave the mountain and pursue her next step. Eventually she is with others for the first time in years, and she sees this as a sign that she is meant to be with them, protect this group, until she can figure out what her goddess is telling her. Drífa slowly gets more socialized, learns more common, talks more, but remains the quiet, stoic presence in the party. She is starting to wonder if her goddess is punishing her because these people have so many problems.... She continues on, helping where she sees fit.

Eventually as part of her quest line, she is reunited with her son who was saved by some 'do gooders' aka saw a battered young boy in the snow and took him, not realizing mama bear was on her way to get him. They took him many villages over so Drífa couldn't track him, and eventually her son gets better, and after a few years begins his own quest to find his way back to the mountain and find his mom to see if she's alive. After much searching, he hears about a big orc in town, and he thinks maybe it could be a lead, so he shows up to demand answers, ready to do whatever it takes, only to have his bow pointed at his mom. It takes them a moment to recognize each other, but obviously after that they have a beautiful reunion. Drífa thanks her goddess, because clearly this was a reward for her well done work, and because she learned her lesson, etc.

Now the party members get to find out that mama bear is actually a mom and has a son and if they romance her, they will be a step-parent... lol

#drífa #bg3 #thank you for the ask btw!!!

[heivexl]

AND THEY SAID SPEAK NOW | enha hyung line x fem!reader

synopsis: you and enha as speak now songs

warning : suggestive themes in jakes, no smut, cursing

lhs : enchanted

vanished when I saw your face

there you were again. in another college party you didnt even enjoy. the music blaring, the people dancing, the lights shining. forcing your laugh as you conversate with another person at this party on the balcony of the party house. its funny though, all your life you wanted to be popular, so the day you get invited to join the popular girls why do you hate it so much? if this is what you wanted why are you complaining now? maybe its because you lost the only person you truly loved, and all you need these days are their presence. but how do you get it back when you-

lee heeseung?

is that him?

why is he at a college party? he hates parties

nobody knew you had a secret. in midst of being influenced by your new friendgroup you had lost your bestfriend. you didnt even realize how you 2 have changed until one day you realized you two havent talked. texting him you saw your message was never delivered. he didnt want to be friends anymore. to you and heeseung, you guys were perfect together. you both had mutual feelings for one another but decided to graduate before persuing one another, but before the month of graduation he had blocked you. now your seeing him at your college party for the first time in 2 years? all those nights you spent wishing for everything to reverse, begging for him to come back to you, how his face, name, voice, personality has never left your brain, and now hes right infront of you.

when you two saw each other it was like being a deer in headlights, you both didnt know how to react to seeing each other

“y/n?” he mouthed

“heeseung” you mouthed back smiling

you saw the way his eyes shined when he saw yours. there was a glimpse of hesitation but reluctantly he walked towards you.

“you party now?” i ask smiling, he shook his head smirking “no, my girlfriend is here and im accompanying her” he said yelling over the music

oh.

that hit a nerve.

how could you be mad though, you were the one who threw your relationship with him away…

“how have you been?” i asked not knowing how to continue. he took a deep breath in and looked down at his feet “ive been alright, you seem happy” looking away ashamed you shook your head “not really.” thats when he looked up and tilted his head “i sound like a asshole but i really do regret being greedy and wanting to be popular when i was just fine being myself with you, i completely threw away what we had for something im not even happy with when i was happy with you. hell i was in love,” you admitted turning your head towards him to see his lips slowly curve up as the music lowers down “hey, dont worry. i was here all along waiting for you.”

“what?” “i was”

“i spent nights wondering who you loved, debating whether i should move on or not. i prayed every night that you didnt move on and as selfish as it sounds, still in love with me. i even would spend days walking back and forth in front of your door debating on if should knock or just leave you alone.”

“heeseung, your girlfriend!” you said suddenly remembering his mention of his girlfriend

he looks taken back as his eyebrows furrowed together “girlfriend?” he asked

“you said you were here with your girlfriend heeseung”

he started laughing leaning towards you resting his forehead on your shoulder

“i meant girl friend, friend thats a girl y/n”

you shouldnt have but you felt relieved with that. you smile rubbing his back

“it sounds stupid but i havent had been able to move on from our situationship since that day i blocked you. i thought that wouldve helped me distance myself from you.” he said looking down at you holding the sides of your waist

“heeseung, why do you keep speaking in past tense?”

“because i have you now.

have you moved on from us?” he lifted your face with his fingers to look up at him

quickly shaking your head he hugs you.

“i was enchanted to meet you again.”

pjs : speak now

don't wait, or say a single vow

you shouldnt be salty as you thought finishing your makeup. but how couldnt you be when your boyfriend-

sorry, ex boyfriend

is getting an arranged marriage?

your ex, jay. was forced to break up with you and marry her for his parents company. as much as you hated it and was heartbroken when he broke the news to you and as much as you hated it, he hated it more, you both were eachothers first true love. a love where you know you 2 are meant for eachother but of course when you and jay felt finally were happy he had to get married to her.

when you arrived at the venue, you saw jay’s fiancee talking to jays friends with both his and her parents. you could see the disapproval in jays parents eyes as they saw the way she treated his friends wondering how she would treat their son. when they saw you they smiled and waved, waving back you sadly smile. you knew you couldnt be mad at them. this couldve broken their whole career that they worked so hard for, they apologized many times and as much as you wanted to say it was okay, you knew it wasnt. jay’s fiancee looked over at where her future parent in laws were looking, you swear you could see fumes coming out of her ears. she stomped towards you and mumbles so no one but you could hear

“leave my wedding, jay already broke up with you. i dont know who invited you but leave.”

you look over at jays parents with confused looks on their faces, you turn your attention back on his fiancee and walk away. you were too drained to fight with a snotty girl who clearly didnt deserve your ex. walking to the exit of the venue you sit on a bench hidden away in front of the exit of the venue processing your thoughts. you felt a presence sit near you “hey” he said shakily. you look over at him and press your lips in a line “you look nice” wouldve been nicer if you were the one who was getting married to him. “thank you.” he said chuckling, leaving silence between you two. he sighed “im really sorry again. i never meant for any of this to happen” how could you be mad at him? “dont worry, ill move on and youll be successful, i know its for the better” jay swore he felt his heart stop at the words of you moving on, or even the thought of it. “youll be there?” he asked, it was a dickhead move to ask you to see him kiss any other woman than you then be legally married to him taking his last name but he wanted you to be there so he could see your face while marrying her, yknow…so itll seem like hes getting married to you. “id love too” you said sarcastically making both of you laugh “but your wife uninvited me” he looked at you with wide eyes “first of all shes not my wife…but what?” you nodded your head “she uninvited me when she saw me” he breathed deeply “can you just sneak in? ill cover you up if she gets mad at you.” you look at him and see his eyes of plee

“fine.”

so now your here sitting front row on her side so jay can see you, sitting next to jays mom. when the priest says “speak now or forever hold your peace” you close your eyes not wanting to see whats gonna happen after, suddenly you feel jays mom poke up and clear her throat. you look at her with wide eyes, does she…

she glared at jays fiancee and nudged you harder. you stood up and everyone gasped. jay looked at you and smiled while his fiancee stared at you. you swore she could’ve exploded on the spot “i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl.” you heard jays mom and dad laugh as jay runs towards you grabbing your hand running to his changing room “lets run away now, ill meet you when im out of my tux in the back door” you ran to the back as he changed and when you saw him he carried you bridal style as you two ran from the venue.

“im so glad you were around when they said speak now.”

sjy : i can see you

what would you do if they never found us out?

he brushed pass you as you tried to get into your office making you roll your eyes. for the longest time the office established and joked that you and jake were mortal enemies. but how would they react if they knew what you and jake really feel for each other? you both dont even know but what you two both know is that those touches and glances dont go unnoticed. those times he waited for you outside of your office when everyone had already left. those teasing moments, enemies dont do that.

enemies dont kiss either.

you dont remember how it happened but he knocked on your office door with files you had sent him that were apparently wrong.

“now i have to go in and fix this shit!”

“why dont you do that and shut the fuck up then?!”

“you did this on purpose huh? so i can come into your office”

“and why would i do that?”

“because you like me.” he said faintly

“what?” you asked lowering your tone

just then his lips interlocked with yours

you two were interrupted by a knock on your door. his lips left your lips as his forehead rested against yours “keep this between you and me yeah?” he mumbled before walking out the door smirking at you.

what the fuck just happened.

the next few weeks he acted as if nothing happened in public some faint touches here and there and being around your presence more but nothing else. but in his or your office you surely werent enemies. you both kept it professional on the outside but the confused looks from your coworkers at you and jakes rather peace between one another.

the next week jake kept his distance from you, which made you want to hate him even more. you rolled your eyes whenever he left a room or space you were in, he was probably playing you. tonight your office was hosting a party for the workers to relax and hangout.

you showed up a bit late, walking in you talked to a few people sipping your drink from here and there. you didnt notice but someone had their eye on you throughout the whole party.

when you were standing in a random place in the party jake walked up to you and handed you a note

“meet me tonight.”

you hate to admit but you listened. you looked for him in the party but couldnt find him. suddenly you noticed a familiar back… walking up to him, he turned to you and you looked observing his outfit. he was wearing his dress shirt, dress pants and his tie, jacket hanging from his arm. “stop looking at me like that” he chuckled before putting his jacket on your shoulders. “whatd you need?” he stared at you for a second before kissing you, yes you kissed him back…😔

“w-what?”

“i like you. i dont want to be someone you hate anymore. i dont want us to be known for hating each other i dont want kissing you to feel like a secret mission, i dont want those faint touches you give me on my shoulder, arm, or back of my neck when your hating me for anyone else.”

“why didnt you tell me sooner? i thought you hated me.” you chuckle

“what would you do if they found us out?”

“hate you even more”

“exactly”

you both laughed, maybe those secret missions arent so secret anymore,

psh : timeless

the kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime

you and sunghoon were walking in the street when you noticed a antique shop and dragged sunghoon in. “what are we doing in here?” “i dont know, it just feels right to be here right now” he chuckles at your explanation “your weird.”

the bell rang as you opened door, you saw a cardboard box with a sign “photos 25 cents each” and picked up a random photo as sunghoon wrapped a arm around your waist looking at the photo with you its was a couple laughing infront of their first house “this will be us in the future” you both laughed and picked up another photo. when you were talking a older lady walked up from behind the counter, “do you two need help?” the lady asked as you two shook your heads “we dont get young people like you guys around here often” she looked over at the photos you and sunghoon were looking at “these are actually me and my husbands photos” you and sunghoon looked up at the lady letting her continue. “as much as i would like to hold onto the memories, my husband told me i should sell some of the photos to prove to people love is true and real.” “can you tell us more?” sunghoon asked

the lady nodded and lead you both to a space where there was a lounge area while holding the box of photos. “me and my husband met in 1944 on a crowded street, and the war was about to happen, but we felt so bounded. when he departed we stayed strong, we wrote to eachothers every day and prayed he would be safe and come home to me. i believe you two were suppose to find his box, this shop. how long have you been together?” she asked

“2 years” you replied and the lady smiled you picked up another photo of her and her husband in their teens holding hands in a driveway on their way to a dance. “this reminds me of when we went to our first party together” sunghoon said making all 3 of you laugh. she pulled out a book of letters “i was forced to marry another man, but he still wrote to me. unfortunately i couldnt write back but i was still his and he was still mines. one day he sent me a letter of him coming back. i left and ran to him as we reunited.”

“man i wish we had a cool love story too”

“that you get married to another man?” he teases

“sunghoon!”

“i mean we had proof of our relationship in 3d photos…”

you all laugh and she looks over at you “sometimes theres no proof you just know.”

you nod and smile at her, as you both thank her and left you clinged to sunghoons arm “am i still weird?”

“maybe not…that was nice”

“it was”

“hey…”

he looked over at you raising his eyebrow

“maybe we didnt meet in a crowded street but we did meet in a…

crowded room!”

“crowded room!”

you both said at the same time giggling after

“and about that ‘marrying another man’ your always gonna be mine.”

“im perfectly fine with that, i mean who will love me when my hair is turning gray?” you said as he laughed

“we should really get on that cardboard box of the life we made”

“then what?” he asked

“youll say ‘oh my! we really were timeless!’ ” you said sarcastically

so there you two were setting up your camera

“do you think were timeless in every universe?”

“no doubt.

who will love you when your hairs gray?”

#Spotify #heivexi #enha fluff #enha heeseung #enha imagines #enha smau #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen smau #enhypen heeseung #enha #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #jay x reader #enhypen jay #jay #jake x reader #jake sim #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #heeseung #heeseung x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ideas for a scenario where the Reader meets the Creepypastas? Perhaps Laughing Jack, Slenderman, and Ben Drowned if that's okay with You?

Meeting Laughing Jack, Slenderman, and Ben! (platonic)

or as i like to say; reader being the main character and being spared by the silly monsters!! very heavy on the hcs in bens segment with the "hes stuck in electronic devices" thing i got going on with him eheheh platonic for the simple fact that this is a meeting post!

SLENDERMAN:

would it really be a meeting with slenderman if i didnt bring up his pages? i think i made a joke post somewhere where your vibe alone intrigued the entity enough not to krill you on the spot... and given how i sometimes write slenderman to be a curious creature, i think it would be fitting that we revisit that idea! though, i dont think you would properly meet on your first encounter; no i dont think you guys formally introduce yourselves to one another until a few days/weeks after the event, when you notice that hes taken to following you around and sticking to the side.. honestly in a weird way its endearing, youve gotten the attention of this old forest monster... creepy but cute! like a stray puppy but if the puppy was like ten feet tall and faceless! thanks to you looking into him on the trusty internet you already know who he is; but you decide to go talk to him anyways. probably go into his woods again after he initially lets you escape... kind of slowly cocks his head to the side when looking down at you and listening to you tell him your name... you kind of jump when you hear /his/ voice in your head telling you that he already knows your name.. friendship.. if you can even call it that, starts off as just him observing you and learning your routine for the first few weeks... youre going to have to make the first big moves in order to get that man to do more than watch

LAUGHING JACK:

whenever i think of scenarios for the reader meeting jack, it always circles back to one main idea. i personally think that jack is in some way tied to his box. you know, the box to his jack. that box.. i think its like a cursed object, like you get it and jack is going to start messing with you not long after. usually i imagine the reader purchasing him at a garage sale, and then the antics ensue... imagine waking up one night and seeing this giant clown leaning down to your face, his cone nose lightly poking the tip of your own nose... you shouldnt be blamed for being even just a little spooked! and.. well next thing you know you have this clown roommate. i think not freaking out is key in making sure you dont die? i mean lj thinks krilling is mostly a game thanks to isaac and usually the victim is well... scared, naturally.. perhaps being outwardly calm dismisses any idea that theres a game going on. shrugs, thats the only decent idea i have... now go domesticate that clown! make him your best friend! or your malewife if thats what you want! just know hes going to be attached to you by the hip; a friend who wont leave him! how fun!

BEN DROWNED:

sure i could say that you go to a garage sale and buy the DS ben is on but thats boring and jack already has the garage sale idea... so im going to be a little different here. i have a headcannon that about 80% of the time ben is tied to a device, but he does have the ability to hop around if theyre linked up in some way... i think a hard drive could work, how he got into one we dont know... but lets say you find a random one, and against your better judgement you decide to plug it into your computer... and oop...! you have a virus.. but no matter how hard you try to look for it you cant find anything... no one can find anything, but your computer is acting so.. weird... its not until it starts leaving notes that you think that someone is doing something... you think its some dark web stuff going on.. what could they want? you guys talk back and forth. at first its just you trying to figure out what the person wants, but over time it turns into just simple chatter... though theres still a tenseness. youre still convinced its someone remotely messing with your computer until that 20% of the time where ben isnt confined happens... needless to say youre absolutely shocked to find a random teenager in your room at your computer, getting water absolutely everywhere mind you! definitely going to need a minute to process whats going on; but honestly i think ben is less of a kriller and more of a troller, at least in my mind... does lead to you trying to find out what happened to him, and perhaps try to find a way for his soul to move on.. funky sibling dynamic, i think

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman x you #slenderman imagine #laughing jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ben drowned imagine

[rewritingcanon]

for the ask ship game: drastoria, jeddy and romione

romione: i feel like i shouldnt even talk and let the books do the talking for me. the slowburn was ferocious. the relationship building ate every other hp couple up. with each installation the verse puts out that includes them in it they’re even more in love. it makes me want to rip my hair out that so much romione content is sidelined for other ships and only exist as a side pairing to other ships. ron is so clearly the only one who makes sense for hermione and vice versa hermione to ron. i have never seen a good argument from a romione anti about why they shouldn’t be together or how they would not work out realistically. i can chalk every argument up to classism, a critique of ron’s portrayal in the movies, or a misunderstanding of character flaws that are exacerbated by PUBERTY and the general emotional instability of an average teenager. you look me in the eye and tell me you have never tweaked out when you were teenager. you look me in the eye and tell me that having magic wouldnt make that worse. i’ve actually already made an essay-long post about romione so lets not even get me started on it LOL

drastoria: i’ve already screamed about my reasons here.

jeddy: jeddy is hard because teddy and james sirius are mostly fanon so it’s difficult to ascertain whether they would make sense or not based on personality. we basically know nothing about teddy’s personality and get a handful of lines from james in the cursed child. they seem both to have a rebellious side— james opting to disobey his parents to have a good laugh and the rita skeeter article written about teddy at the quidditch world cup final (which could have been complete slander knowing skeeter) but from what little we do know— teddy is very close with the potter family (lily basically calls him family), presumably since he was born or at least very young since they consider each other family. teddy is also six years older than james. going off that alone, if teddy was around when james was very young, or even when he was born, then no, jeddy doesn’t make sense. it would be a bit creepy, no? fanonly, i’m 50/50– i’ve read some pretty shit jeddy fics but it comes with the territory of liking scorbus so i have to suck it up 😭 but yeah, its a no from me.

#romione #drastoria #harry potter #hp #ron weasley #hermione granger #pro ron weasley #hpcc #cursed child #james sirius potter #teddy lupin #jeddy #<- tagging bcuz im open to discussion on what people think lol #hpng #hp nextgen #hp next gen #rewriting #ask #ship game

[sh1-n0bu]

Hi love

I stumbled upon ur blog and ahh love ur writting i wad thinking maybe if ur requests are open that u could write a lil smth IF UR FREE OFCI

was thinking scaramouche x reader argument (angst to fluff :the ansgt shouldnt be brutal bc i dont hsndle it well)

Or if ur not comfy writting that u could doo

Scaramouche x reader scara accidentally confesses to reader??

Dont overwork urself and remember to eat <3

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: just a cute fluffy fic<3333, a bit of a namecalling and cursing but then again it’s scara we’re talking abt, yearning, scara don’t knowing what to do with feelings, i say traveler so you can think of it as either sibling you want, it’s more from scara’s and 3rd pov

notes: hi hi hi! absolutely loving the fact i’m getting requests ehe~ i thought of going with the argument one but i’m afraid it might get a bit too dark bc i absolutely love angst😔 i’m sorry luv. but i hope you don’t mind this one cuz i literally started working on it right as i got it lmaoooo. also the song mentioned is “rises the moon” highly recommend

“wait, hold, pause. you’re telling me that you keep staring at [name] is because you love them??? as in??? love love?????? as in romantically??? “holy shit i’m feeling emotions” way??? as in-“

“godDAMMIT TRAVELER YES! I LIKE THEM OKAY!” this was definitely not how scaramouche wanted his secret infatuation with you to slip out. so if you’re wondering just what in the name of all the dead or alive gods’ is happening then let’s rewind a little bit.

—

you were always with the traveler and their stupid little pixie. constantly supporting them, helping people, traveling around teyvat, making friends and some enemies and accidentally stealing the the heart of a certain bowl-cut head.

he first met you during his plan in mondstadt to ambush the traveler. just as he was about to strike them, your claymore was thrown in front of him, blocking his path and the astrologist managed to escape with the traveler and the chatty girl. immediately sending electro strikes to your presumed location only to find a scorched jacket instead.

the second was during the delusion factory incident. when the balladeer charged at the weakened and drugged traveler, you appeared once again, protecting your companions and clashing against the harbinger. even after the traveler passed out and the drugs was starting to make you see hallucinations, you still fought earnestly. and that was the first impressive thing about you. the second being, you, a lowly mortal being able to fight toe to toe against a hundreds of years old merciless harbinger like him. and the third was how incredibly loyal you were. while he shot electro made weapons at you, the balladeer had briefly wondered if you were his friend, would you have protected him just like how you were protecting the traveler and their pixie.

the third time, he was no longer a harbinger but a god. the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom. since he has ascended to godhood, he would have followers and he had proudly asked you if you would become one. but you were headstrong and still disgustingly loyal to yourself and to your friend, the traveler. the everlasting lord has never felt more jealous of someone since his disposal as a failure.

after the battle ended and the dust cleared, his gnosis was taken away.

how dare they! how dare those weak, disgusting pests! how could the world be so cruel! why does it keep taking away things that are rightfully his! it wasn’t fair!

as he fell from the destroyed mechanical robot, the broken puppet felt himself being caught and cradled in someone’s arms. he was too tired to even care but he hoped it was you.

the fourth time was when he met you as the wanderer. not the manipulative, blood thirsty harbinger but simply as scaramouche, the wanderer. the boy who regained his heart. at first you kept your guards up. anyone who isn’t stupid would. yet slowly your little group began to feel more and more like a group of friends just traveling around the world together. paimon, traveler alongside yourself taught scaramouche about the humane side of things, while he would help with battle tactics, training and sometimes keeping guard during the night. it was oddly… sweet.

during your travels together, the purple eyed eccentric learned more about you. you liked slow dancing under the stars sometimes, you didn’t like the hot sun of the afternoon, loves to make silly, meaningless little things such as flower crowns and wood carvings. hates how your friends or companions would injure themselves during a fight. it was all so very strange but so, endearing.

one night, the traveler couldn’t fall asleep due to nightmares plaguing their mind and you hummed a gentle song to them. something about closing their eyes, going to sleep and the moon will surely rise again. he wondered if you would sing to him if he were to cry in his sleep or grew restless due to nightmares.

the wanderer would watch as you chide the traveler and paimon for walking into danger like idiots as you clean their wounds with the gentlest touch. he thought of how you would treat him if he was injured.

scaramouche saw how the traveler and their companion would joyously yell your name and throw themselves at you shouting “catch!” as you three would reunite with a hug after doing some commissions separately.

he wanted to be the one to be hugged by you instead. he wanted to push the traveler and their loud pixie away and throw himself into your arms. how warm you would feel, how you would remind him of a warm summer night filled with laughter and story telling, how he wanted to close his eyes and drown himself in your everything. your smile, gentle humming in the night, silly little antics, weird 3am thoughts, your kiss until every sense and thought of him is just filled by you and only you. only you and no one or nothing else.

scaramouche soon understood what this longing feeling was. it was called “love”. but how can a puppet ever learn to love? aren’t puppets just a hollow being made only to follow their orders and entertain? would he be no longer a discarded puppet if he were to feel emotions? would scaramouche be seen as human if he fall in love with you?

and he concluded that he was no puppet. he was no hollow husk of a being for he had a heart. he was no being made to entertain for he had cut his strings. he was no puppet for he had emotions. he was scaramouche. and scaramouche fell in love with you.

ever since he realized his feelings and his desires, he would always stare at you. his mind filled with daydreams of how it would feel like to kiss you. his body feeling a little colder without you to gently hold him. his heart feeling twisted whenever he sees you smiling at someone that wasn’t him. his hand feeling empty because you weren’t linking yours with his.

dammit all. he was hopelessly, foolishly in love. and that is where it leads to the current situation. the traveler noticed how the wanderer would always stare at you whenever you didn’t notice and they decided to confront him of it. turns out it was the complete opposite of what they were thinking. sadly it seems like the victim in questioning shouted a bit too loud because now you were standing beside them in your sleepwear, wide awake and clearing your throat.

you woke up because these three idiots wouldn’t stop chattering in the middle of the night and your light sleeper self had woken up. just as you were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and grumbling curses under your breath you heard scaramouche’s not so secret confession. now don’t get me wrong, you had feelings for the purple eyed male but due to all four of you traveling together, you didn’t want to make things awkward. well, seems like that just got thrown out the window.

“ahem” three different reaction happened all at once. scaramouche looked like he wanted to bury himself right then and there, paimon gasped dramatically and the traveler gave scaramouche a knowing smirk. that little shit.

“traveler, paimon could you two please excuse us for a while?”

“sure. but don’t get too heated you two” oh that little pesky traveler. you’ll get them back for this. after waiting a while for them to disappear out of sight, you faced the tomato faced scaramouche. he didn’t know what to think, say or what kind of an excuse to come up with to save his life. so he tipped his head down, hoping you won’t see his red face but that hope was squashed when he felt you hand on his cheeks. tilting his head to look at you, he saw a smile on your face.

with the moon shining on you and him and the soft glow of crystalflies floating around, you looked even more ethereal. if true beauty were to be sculpted, it would be you. so incredibly flawed, humane but so incredibly otherworldly.

cupping his cheeks in both of your hands and tilting his face, you lowly whispered if it would be okay to kiss him. all he could do was nod like a meek, shy boy. and when you finally, finally kissed him after his months of longing it felt like all of the crystalflies around were now floating around in his stomach. his mind getting filled by the thoughts of only you and him in this moment and his heart racing miles a minute. when you pulled away, he chased after your lips like a depraved man. throwing his arms around your neck and pulling you back towards him, it felt like everything was right.

he is scaramouche. and he fell in love with you.

—

bonus:

“awww, two lovers connected by fate. PAIMON WANTS TO BE INVITED TO THE WED - bonk”

#nobu.writes #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin x reader #scaramouche x you #no beta we die like rex lapis #x gn reader

[smolweeblets]

Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

~~~~~

Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

#fade valorant x reader #fade x reader valorant #fade x you #fade x y/n #fade x reader #valorant x reader #hazal x reader #hazal eyletmez x reader

[okkotsyui]

| FAMILY LINE :: 007 - rin itoshi x reader

a/n :: decided to try a fully written one :p

⟢ ISAGI groaned before pocketing his phone and turning on his heel. he hadnt meant to be so cruel to yn, but he absolutely hated the thought of his sister with his teammate - the teammate that he hates the most. but he knew that she was right. he couldnt keep making her decisions for her, it wasnt right of him to keep interfering with her life anymore. isagi had to come to terms with this, or hed risk losing his family.

unlocking the front door to his house, isagi was welcomed by the stern gazes of his parents, arms folded in front of their chests and a slightly pissed off look on their faces.

"you care to explain why yn came back from her date so upset?" his mother asked, staring down her son, who in turn looked away. before he could speak, however, she cut him off, "if you try to blame itoshi for this, then think again. i know that he didnt do anything to her, so dont lie to me". isagi sighed, his only defence completely flattened.

"it was my fault. i said some things that were too far and i shouldnt have" he said, eyes burning holes into the floor by his feet. his father sighed before calling his name and pointing upstairs.

"shes in her room. go and apologise to her for ruining her evening, and youll also apologise to itoshi. what you did wasnt fair" the man said, before walking off into the kitchen, followed by his wife.

after walking up the stairs and making his way towards your room, he was stopped by the sound of sniffling. mentally cursing himself for making you cry, he hesitantly knocked on the door. "yn? i wanted to apologise to you, i didnt mean to be so horrible. can i come in?" there was silence of the other side of the door, before isagi heard a small "ok". opening the door, he was met with the sight of you curled up on your bed with your face hidden in a pillow, small sniffles and sobs occasionally sounding from your lips. carefully approaching your curled form, isagi sat on the corner closest to you. placing a hand on your head, he silently brushes through your hair before speaking up. "i know what i did was awful, and as your brother, im meant to keep you happy. but im clearly not very good at that, seeing as ive made you cry. if being with rin really makes you happy.." his voice began to trail off, causing you to raise your head and look your brother in the eye. isagi returned your gaze before sighing, "if rin makes you happy, then i guess i have no other issue with the two of you going out." he finished, a small scowl on his face at the thought of rin. you failed to suppress your laughter, falling back down and hiding your face in your hands as your body shook with laughing. isagi stared down at you with a confused look on his face and a slight pout. "whats so funny?" he asked, flicking your forehead. "you" was your response, slowly regaining your breath after your laughing fit. "i hate you" isagi groaned, walking over to the door.

before he could leave, you quickly grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt. "thank you, yoichi. rin does make me happy, and im glad you said its okay" you smiled at him. your brother returned your smile, muttering a quiet "of course", and took his leave.

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King of Shadows- open roleplay- shadowpeach

OG Wukong and Macaque get sent to a Role Swapped Universe while battling a minor demon with a taste for forbidden spells.

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Golden eyes slowly opened, a throbbing headache echoing in the owner’s head and body as they sat up. “Ow… why the hell am I in Macaque’s dojo?” the golden monkey muttered in confusion before the last events flashed through his brain and he let out a long stream of curses getting to his feet and letting a wave of golden magic cover his form. It was a simple spell to hide his minor cuts, small tears in his clothes, and the golden blood he was not going to explain to random strangers. He then cast a secondary spell that would render anyone unable to notice him unless they were already intuned to his magic aka Mk and his group. ‘You’d think letting Mk have a week off to get therapy would give Mac and me time to just get into the flow of things again but no the first demon we encounter uses forbidden spells and then sends us spiraling through an unknown portal.’ the golden monkey thought before swiftly booking it out of the dojo and up into the rooftops of the city scanning for anything that was a large tip-off to what was going on. He saw the date on one of the homographs screens and mentally cursed. ‘Okay, I got dumped at some point before Spider Princess shows up. Just great. Just my monkey luck cashing in again. This is going to end up in some sort of fight. At least I know when and where I am, small miracles Wukong.’ The golden monkey, Wukong, mentally went over in his head and he ran easily jumping and flipping over the rooftops with the ease of a seasoned acrobat.

Wukong came to a stop hearing a familiar sound before the scent of pears mixed with paper and noodles wafted to his sensitive nose. “Shouldnt you be at home right now Kid?” Wukong asked aloud turning to face the teenager only to be met with an angered Mk wearing a plum purple jacket and dark pants instead of his usual orange jacket and red pants. ‘This is a red flag… Mk doesn't own anything that is majorly purple.’

“What are you doing back here Wukong? Come to try and convince me to be your student again? Well, hard pass!” Mk sneered before attacked the golden monkey.

“Hey wait- damn it Kid!” Wukong easily dodged the strickes he did not teach Mk. ‘Those strikes are similar to Mac’s style.’ Wukong thought falling into a familiar groove of dodging the staff until he finally caught the staff. “Will you stop trying to hit me and listen for a minute Xiaotain?!” Wukong snapped using the teen’s birth name to snap him out of the anger.

“Don’t you dare call me that!” Mk shouted yanking the staff out of Wukong’s grip and sending a wave of purple magic at the monkey.

Wukong braced bringing his arms up as the wave passed him but caused his many spells layering his body to shatter in a flash of gold. Crystalized golden irises set in demonic red sclera looking at the teen in shock, golden blood trailing down the golden monkey’s light cuts along his arms and left side, his normal attire messed up with tears and slight burns, shocks of icy blue and white colored fur broke up the golden fur like small veins while a thick golden crown rested snuggly on the golden monkey’s forehead worn with age and battles long forgotten by time. The teen gapped at the golden monkey in stunned stupidor. “That…. That was just supposed to knock you away… not… not do what ever it just did.”

Wukong didn't have time to process what the kid was saying before a wave of dizziness crashed into him his ears ringing while his vision became spotty before he blacked out.

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Crystallized demonic red sclera with molten gold eyes cracked open seeing familiar stonework glowing with faint purple runes before the owner of the crystal eyes shot up hissing in minor pain from the many cuts that had been cleaned while something thick was around his throat. ‘A collar?!?’ Wukong thought as he looked to see he had been changed into a dark pair of pants and a dark purple silk sash around his waist.

“Well, this is just humiliating.” Wukong frowned as he got off the cot and examined the doors and walls. “Magically resistant… but not impervious,” Wukong noted as he pulled his fist back and punched the door sending it off its hinges with a small smirk on his lips.

‘Someone didn't take into account my natural strength and underestimated me.’ Wukong thought as he looked about for a way out and proper clothes or at least a shirt to cover his top. “Why did i let myself get so fat to begin with?” Wukong muttered lowly idly poking at his chubby sides and stomach self-consciously. Compared to mortals he looked to have a ‘dad bod’ from what he had over heard Mei and Mk comment the one time they saw him shirtless. He shoved those thoughts aside as he made his way to the staircase and began to climb the stairs straining his natural senses for anything hint of Macaque. ‘Where are you Mihou?’ Wukong thought picking up speed wincing slightly as his bare feet touched the cold stone stairs. ‘Damn it. Why are the burns acting up now!?’

The Golden monkey reached the landing of the new floor picking up a faint tickle of shadow magic down the hall. ‘There!’ Wukong steadily made his way down the hall coming to the last door at the very end of the corridor. He grabbed the handle and easily twisted the metal to break the internal lock pushing open the door to a pitch-black room that made his fur stand straight on the back of his neck. “Moon?” Wukong cautiously called before helping as a cold and rubbery mass wrapped around his ankles pulling him inside as more of the mass immobilized his limbs.

“Well well well~ you're definitely not Shihou, far too strong to be him.” a familiar yet slightly darker voice spoke from the pitch-black darkness. “Just who are you?”

#lmk au #fanfiction #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #sun wuking x macaque #lmk rp #six eared macaque #sun wukong x macaque #lmk wukong #role swap au #dark universe

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AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH delusional post from me again augh still thinking about monte cristo's design.... the way there's just these cracks on his face that runs down like tears, and from it, on his left eye is like that. normally, Servants bleed and get hurt before disappearing to golden ether to return to the throne, having finished their roles in a grail war but Idmond has these cracks in his face that goes far beyond any normal injury you'd see on anyone.

what he used as fuel for the fake tokyo- to create 10 million inhabitants to set the stage- was his very own soul. it was neither flesh or blood or anything simple... it was the soul itself in which he took from his own so as to set the hunting ground to be as real as possible, for an immersion to be set for the sake of one person alone. a spirit origin receiving resources from chaldea is not enough. and so he takes his entire arm but that too isnt enough, and so gouges his eye out along with the contents all the way a little past his forehead.

and so you see darkness. and so you see shadow. the flames engraved into his being. and so you see his own void.

knk collab automatically comes to mind... despite it being years already its really something else once enough time has passed. its just so scarce but it would be so interesting and amazing if we had more monte cristo and shiki conversations!! they dont even have a line for each other in the game! i think thats so?? grr???

dantes was originally summoned by goetia as a shadow of himself and in ogawa heim, his primary objective was to collect such curses and grudges to remember who he is as he was summoned simply completely to be nothing more than a tool. a husk of himself and yet had his own fateful encounter with a star... and it allowed him to be far more than that- allowed him to be a tiny light of hope and got to witness a star's determination... and as for void shiki she had her own encounter with guda and refers to their encounter as a dream- an ephemeral dream that she was elated to have because she is void and thus she shouldnt have any personality and in that meeting alone, summonable void is just so happy- (the Root herself) bc guda gave her awareness and her own ego when she embodies nonexistence itself and thus even should this be a fleeting dream it was one that gave her happiness nonetheless.

and so monte cristo becomes a little like shiki... fleeting now as flame like a dream, an existence that has met guda and were at first 'empty' from the start...and deadass fell in love because both are beings with one of them were robbed of happiness in the cruelest way possible and so knows love and hate more than anyone else/have nothing from the start and is literally the origin of nothingness and just this fateful encounter with a star one who cannot ever turn away from someone in pain no matter the circumstances reached out with a hand- was enough to change them both and???? wtfff im going insane AGHHHHHH

sidenote: roystbrave sensei again with a shiki-dantes comic that makes me insane i need more of them as i only know the one art of ryougi sharing her cigarette pack to dantes AGHHHHh

#fgo #i dont wanna tag this as knk i fear i dont habe enough shiki info i was just referring to my barebones info of knk #as well as info from fgo im sorri #edmond dantes #fate grand order