#I can't look at it for too long but I also can't leave it to rot in that folder for forever | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

shomatoriashi · 11 hours ago

Text

03/03/25; 12:10am

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem!reader | jd!sung jinwoo x veronica!reader

notes: i fell in love with heathers the film and musical when i watched it a few years ago and have been dying to make an insert loosely based on it. i wasn't able to find the right character to be the j.d. to my veronica!reader-

until now.

this will be my birthday fic for jinwoo, and warnings will be put in place in case you readers wish to skip this story.

summary: wishing to come out of your comfort zone during your university years, you befriend a group of queen bees who seem to rule the campus with their wealthy status and beauty, rendering you to be nothing more than their servant as you are subjected to do their bidding as their unwilling gopher- but that all changes when a transfer student with haunting, grey eyes appears, turning your world upside down in the darkest of ways.

notes + warnings: unedited; dark content; purposeful ooc-ness (out of character) to help with fitting the narrative; power dynamic / bullying; death of major character(s); s-icide mention; suggestive themes; attempts at forced intimacy (not by jinwoo); alcohol use

alternate title: meant to be yours

{ i was meant to be yours | we were meant to be one | i can't make it alone | finish what we've begun | you were meant to be mine | i am all that you need | you carved open my heart | can't just leave me to bleed...! }

cha hae-in was bathed in a golden glow as she walked with confidence throughout the halls of the humanities building. with each step she takes, she catches the attention of numerous male students, with the young woman seeming to bask in such attention as she tosses aside her blonde hair just to give off that added touch.

being the star runner of the university's track team, hae-in had a body that millions of women envied and a personality that was too saccharine sweet to be considered genuine. she shows her kindness in ways that were only fit to benefit her. being the sole daughter- an heiress of a multibillion dollar company, it came as no surprise that she surrounded herself with people who would do anything for her-

which unfortunately included you.

heaving out a sigh, you run a hand through your locks of hair while trailing your gaze away from hae-in and towards the women settled next to her, yoo soohyun and blanche alicia. soohyun worked part-time as a model, while alicia was also an heiress to her family's own company. this is where your 'friendship' with these dazzling young women felt too much like a joke.

you had no special upbringing and would not inherit any riches from your parents. you were simply an ordinary woman who lived an ordinary life, being the sole child of parents who worked normal office jobs. you spent most of your school life hiding in the shadows, making decent grades in hopes of getting into a decent university so you could obtain a decent 9 to 5 job.

that had been your ultimate goal for as long as you could remember-

yet it all seemed to change the moment you turned 18.

you look back on your utterly boring life and felt as though it had been wasted by your apathy. you knew that you were simply going through the motions and felt a bit disappointed in yourself, which was why you made a promise- no, an oath to come out of your comfort zone.

you would enjoy your university years by befriending and associating yourself with people whom you would normally despise, basking in their glory as you would use their status to get into parties and try to... live a little.

which was why you found yourself living in the shadows of cha hae-in and her lackeys for the first semester of your freshman year.

being lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the way hae-in had casually slipped behind soohyun and alicia. she takes advantage of your distracted state and casually sticks her slender legs out in front of you-

making you trip as you land unceremoniously against the concrete sidewalk.

the wind was knocked out of you, and you felt your cheeks burning with humiliation. tiny scratches were seen on the palm of your hands from where you had fallen, yet what hurt more than the cuts was how your sense of pride had just been torn apart into smithereens.

"oops, sorry. i guess you were just walking too slow for my liking." hae-in began to giggle before looping her arms together with soohyun and alicia. "well, we're off to our appointments now to get our nails done, and since the salon was all booked up, i wasn't able to make an appointment for you." soohyun's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and you were left to wallow in your embarrassment and misery while fighting off your tears.

as your supposed friends left you behind, you were so caught up in your own intrusive thoughts that you failed to see the startling pair of glowing, lilac eyes taking in your form...

{ ... }

resting your cheek against the window, your eyes stare blankly at the scenery as hae-in began to gossip profusely with alicia and soohyun chiming in.

"i heard hwang dongsoo and kim chul were going to host a party at their fraternity tomorrow night!" soohyun was grinning now, and you swore you could practically hear her purrs of content (acting very much like a spoiled cat who's had her fill of cream). as she rests her cheek against the palm of her hand, you could see the purple ombre hues of her nails.

alicia joins in with her giggles, tossing her hair back while showing off her own perfectly manicured nails painted a baby blue with sparkles. "i honestly cannot wait. dongsoo has quite the reputation when it comes to throwing the craziest parties!"

hae-in simply smiles in response, her hands gripping at the steering wheel as she stopped at a red light. from the glow, you saw that her own nails were painted in a classic french manicure style, the white tips curving along her nails that made her already perfect hands appear even more ethereal.

your hands end up curling into fists, feeling the edges of your own uneven nails form crescent shaped marks against your skin.

as soohyun and alicia continue to rave on and on about the party, hae-in manages to silence them with the mere snap of her fingers. "why be so excited for tomorrow when we can have our own little pre-party tonight?"

alicia's eyebrows furrow as she runs a hand across her thick strands of hair (a motion you had come to realize she would do whenever she felt anxious). "but hae-in, we're only 18. we're not allowed to consume and purchase alcohol until we're of age. that's why dongsoo's party is such a big deal to us."

"oh i know that, but i have no intention of paying for anything." you catch the way hae-in's eyes gleamed mischievously while meeting your horrified gaze from within the mirror, "after all, that's why we have our little wallflower here."

she says your name, coating the syllables with a thick, syrupy sweetness that made your stomach drop with anxiety, "why don't you be a dear and... fetch us some wine coolers at the convenience store?"

before you could answer her, hae-in weaves through the streets with a calculated expertise, quickly approaching the glowing sign of the nearest convenience store before parking her sports car at a corner parking lot. she was grinning at you along with her lackeys, with their voices cooing at you to just do it.

fighting back the nausea, you toss open the back door and slam it shut, clenching your fists upon hearing the sounds of their laughters echoing from within the car. forcing down the anxiety and the impending nausea left in its wake, you enter the convenience store, their automatic sliding doors feeling very much like a death sentence.

the variety of colors seen in the products that decorate the aisles momentarily overwhelms you. your breathing comes out in uneven breaths, shutting your eyes for a few seconds before taking in the scenery. the cashier was a young woman who looked to be around your age, and she was currently focused on a magazine while blowing bubbles with her gum.

okay, perhaps luck was on your side after all. you couldn't get much luckier than having the most distracted person manning the cash register. knowing that you had to act fast, you head toward the back of the store, eyes assessing the drinks that lined the fridges. as you were searching for the wine coolers, you became achingly aware of the store's entrance sliding open as a new customer walks in.

a quiet string of curses escapes from your parted lips as you found the shelves that held all of the wine coolers. opening the fridge, you grab three glass bottles in a variety of flavors, planning to hide them beneath your hoodie when a dark figure seen from your periphery catches your attention.

he was tall-

by far the tallest man you had ever seen, dressed in dark pants and a jet black trench coat. he towers over you with perfect locks of ebony hair and full lips tilted up in a smile, and you found yourself caught within his grey eyes. for a brief moment, you were stunned, unable to say a word when this perfect stranger trails his gaze towards the bottles of alcohol in your hand.

"what do you have there?"

the sound of his voice breaks through your reveries, and you struggled to come up with the right words to say. "uhm, i... this is just- i-i'm just-"

amusement was seen in his gaze when he takes the wine coolers away from your hands. "you have freshman written all over you, sweetheart." he chuckles while holding the bottles close to his side, "let me guess..."

leaning down to reach your height, you had to hold back your shivering when he manages to whisper in your ear, "your friends set you up... they made you steal these bottles, right?"

words failed you as you were unable to respond to him, yet the way you thickly swallowed was damning enough.

"relax, i'm only here to help you, sweet thing." the terms of endearment he kept referring to you with made your knees clash together in response. as if he had hypnotized you, you felt as though you were caught up in a trance, allowing the perfect young man to lead you toward the cashier.

the woman looks away from her magazine, meeting his grey eyes as his charm seemingly made her laziness disappear. she sits straight up in her seat, swallowing her gum in the process as her shaky hands scan the bottles of alcohol. "u-uhm, i need t-to see your i.d. to make sure y-you're of age to purchase these."

truthfully, had you not been so awestruck yourself, you would have laughed at how silly this cashier was behaving.

a rich chuckle was heard coming from the devastatingly handsome man, "but of course." he reaches into the pockets of his pants to pull out his wallet, extracting both his i.d. and a sleek black debit card. from your observations, you knew that his name was sung jinwoo and that he was 20 years old (a mere two years older than you.)

the cashier's gaze lingers a bit too long on his license before shaking her head, "t-thank you so much, sir!" taking his card, she swipes it, allowing the payment to go through before returning them to him. jinwoo thanks the cashier and takes the bags filled with alcohol, walking out of the convenience store with you trailing behind him.

a haughty voice calling our your name makes you stop dead in your tracks. as if sensing your discomfort, jinwoo takes a protective stance in front of you, his cool gaze meeting hae-in. yet whatever annoyance that once twisted her perfect features all but melts upon seeing jinwoo.

trying to act coy now, she brushes aside her golden blonde hair, allowing her grey eyes to morph into a much more seductive look. "oh, who's your new friend?"

a bitter taste fills your mouth at the sight of hae-in flirting with jinwoo, and you felt a strange sense of red hot anger burning through you. somehow, you could already feel the dread making a deadweight settle at the pit of your stomach as you were certain that jinwoo would fall to his knees for her-

so imagine your surprise when he shoves the bag of wine coolers into her unsuspecting hands. "introductions aren't necessary, i know that you're the sole heiress to cha industries."

your eyes go wide upon seeing the shocked look on hae-in's face, with her taking a step back as she struggled to find the right words to say, "w-well, if you know who i am, then that should give you all the more reason to hang out with me..."

she was practically ignoring you, pulling out her claws with every intention of sinking them into jinwoo.

yet he further surprises you the moment he grips at hae-in's wrist, "sorry, but i'm not interested." his smile was achingly polite when he releases hae-in's hand, "i paid for your drinks in full and would like to have..." jinwoo purposely trails off before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "her as compensation."

"HER?!" hae-in's shrill voice of disbelief echoes throughout the parking lot, her nostrils flaring in response all while refusing to meet your gaze. unfazed by her outburst, jinwoo simply gives her a kind smile before leading you away from her. "if you'll excuse us."

your head felt like it was in the clouds now, your gaze taking in jinwoo as he was nothing short of a savior within your eyes. with your attention solely focused on jinwoo, you didn't see the way hae-in's eyes burned with hatred for you-

how she bit down so harshly at her bottom lip that it was enough to draw blood.

with soohyun and alicia seen hesitantly getting out of her car, hae-in could practically taste something metallic within her lips the moment she sees you getting into jinwoo's sleek vehicle. running on autopilot, she allows her feelings of disdain for you fuel her, calling someone she knew would be all too willing to help with her endeavors. she waits a few seconds, feeling a smile spread through her expression when he picks up on the other line.

"tomorrow, when you see us at the party, i want you to completely ruin this pest for me..."

{ ... }

admittedly, your mind was still spinning the moment you got into the car with jinwoo, your eyes drawn to his hand as he meticulously wove through the streets of the city. knowing that you had to say something to convey how grateful you were to him, you cleared your throat and hesitantly began.

"uhm, jinwoo... what happened back there, just- thank you, for helping me."

he looks back at you from his periphery, grey eyes shining with mirth while giving you a nod and a hum. the silence was deafening as jinwoo continues to drive for a few more minutes before turning into a parking lot. choosing a random spot, he parks the car before shutting off the engine, allowing his keys to swing back and forth as he focuses his attention on you.

"that girl is clearly not a true friend, so why even bother hanging out with her?"

jinwoo's question causes your stomach to sour slightly in response. letting out a shaky breath, you play with the ends of your hair, trying to find the right words to explain your situation to him. gathering your thoughts, you decide to be honest with him. "i've spent most of my life simply breezing through it."

you could see jinwoo lift an eyebrow in response to your words, but keeps quiet, silently beckoning you to continue. "i am an only child, yet had always been mild mannered. i made good enough grades and was able to attend university with some scholarships. looking back at my simple life, something inside of me changed with a desire to... to live a fuller life. that's why... i associated myself with cha hae-in and her groupies to begin with, constantly living in their shadows just for a taste of something more-"

"like parties and stealing alcohol?" there was an almost mocking tone heard within jinwoo's voice, making your cheeks burn with a bit of shame. you couldn't find any words of protests to try and defend yourself, but jinwoo's sudden laughter makes you visibly relax.

"it's okay, i was young and foolish when i was your age too, and that wasn't too long ago." the sensation of his palm gently cupping at your cheek was what made you practically melt into him. he was smiling at you, grey eyes appearing as dark as onyx from beneath the night sky-

only to suddenly flash a glowing, lilac hue for a brief second before returning back to its hue of endless darkness. "if any of them hurt you, come find me."

before you could respond to his command, jinwoo takes out his keys from the ignition while opening the door, "come on, let's go get some ice cream. i found this great parlor not too long ago, and it's located within this exact shopping center."

the promise of delicious ice cream banishes the memory of his glowing eyes and biting words as you got out of his car and joined him, feeling your breathing hitch the moment he takes a hold of your hand and leads you towards the ice cream parlor.

{ ... }

jinwoo's words kept echoing within the confines of your mind, making you lose your focus throughout the day. he had given you his number the night before, yet you were still too hesitant to reach out to him.

you didn't want to seem desperate or needy-

yet the more irrational part of you didn't care.

you wanted to be with jinwoo regardless of the consequences.

with your thumbs poised over jinwoo's name saved on your phone, you were about to give him a call when your phone came to life, alerting you with a call from hae-in. as a habit, you pick it up immediately, letting out a silent string of curses as you answered, "h-hello?"

your name was heard on the other line, void of the prior anger you had witnessed from the night before. "hey it's about time you picked up! you didn't forget about dongsoo's party, right?"

you ignore the pinpricks of anxiety at the mere mention of the party, reminding yourself the reason you had befriended such an awful girl like hae-in to begin with. letting out a shaky breath, you clutch your phone even tighter, "you... aren't mad at me?"

a series of melodious laughter was heard coming from the other line, "you mean what happened last night? please, i can get guys who are more devastatingly handsome than that lanky toothpick. all is forgiven, sweetie, so come meet us all at the frat house, okay? we'll be waiting~"

hae-in hangs up the call, letting you know that she would not accept no as an answer from you. clenching your eyes shut, you take a moment to even out your breathing and strengthen your resolve, jumping out of bed to get ready for the party.

one party-

just one party-

you would take this chance to attend this single party before cutting off all ties from hae-in and her toxic world.

{ ... }

the atmosphere of dongsoo's event was stifling to say the least. the moment you entered the fraternity house, you saw no signs of hae-in or soohyun and alicia. not interested in partaking in any of the debauchery that was bound to happen, you decided at the last minute to simply mingle for a few hours before leaving.

you managed to find a secluded area near the dining room and kitchen, searching for a bottle of water when a booming voice was heard calling your name. stopping your search, you trail your gaze over the general area where your name had been called, only to stiffen significantly upon seeing dongsoo's towering figure making his way towards you.

"there you are, babygirl, been lookin' everywhere f'you." his massive arm captures your wrist in a tight grip, making the panic set in as he pulled you away from the kitchen and towards the stairs. "where are you taking me? let me go!" you attempt to pull your arm away from his grip, but he was too strong, practically dragging you along.

your heart was pounding, its palpitations nearly choking you as the anxiety and adrenaline courses through your veins. your pleas for help goes unnoticed as they were drowned out from the music and hundreds of people conversing and laughing together. your deepest fears were confirmed the moment dongsoo finds an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut before locking you within the room with him.

"y'know, y'don't look half bad... you're pretty in that stuck up type of way..." you tremble, nearly gagging when you could smell the powerful scent of vodka wafting off of him. a shudder of disgust runs down your spine when you felt his wet tongue lapping at your skin. tears of desperation were streaming down your face now, and in a latch ditch effort to get this fucking pig away from you, you gave his abdomen a swift kick.

thanks to his inebriated state, dongsoo immediately falls to the ground, letting out a grunt before vomiting his brains out just seconds later. the scent of bile reaches your nostrils, causing you to recoil before unlocking the door, making a mad dash out of the room.

tears kept streaming down your face, and you were solely focused on getting out of this place when a flash stops you from moving forward. you look toward the direction, only to see three familiar girls with their phones aimed at you, taking what had to be a plethora of pictures.

"hehe, say cheese sweetie!"

with hae-in's words echoing within the depths of your mind, you shove through the crowd and manage to escape from the house party. your sobs echo throughout campus as you blindly searched for a way home.

due to your tears nearly blinding you, you didn't see the dark figure that suddenly appears in front of you, causing you to crash against a hard chest as a voice calls out your name. "hey hey, calm down, it's just me...! what happened?"

you were still sobbing when jinwoo was felt framing at your cheeks, eyes filled with concern for you as he takes in your bloodshot eyes and face damp with tears, "what happened? who hurt you?"

all you wanted to do was forget, clinging to the front of jinwoo's coat while burying your face within his chest, "n-no, don't make me t-talk about it! i-i just want to forget, j-jinwoo, just please, take me away."

needing no further urging from you, jinwoo takes you in his arms and begins walking, keeping you pressed against his chest. surrounded by his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, you felt safe and protected in his embrace, not daring to let him go even as he unlocked the door to what you assumed was his dorm.

pressing gentle kisses against your hair, jinwoo takes steady strides within his dorm room, leading you towards his bedroom while placing you on top of his mattress. he was about to tuck you in and let you rest when the sensation of your arms wrapping around his neck halts his movements. your tears had finally dried now, and you wanted nothing more than to have jinwoo-

"stay." you tell him in hushed tones, tightening your arms around his neck, "please stay."

letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo remains hovered over you, pressing a deep kiss against your lips before descending upon you. how you found yourself so intimately intertwined with jinwoo was a mystery. one moment you were basking in the sensation of experiencing your first kiss with him-

and the next, you felt him piercing through you, your bodies tangled together in a dance of intimacy that takes your very breath away. never once did jinwoo stop kissing you, feeling his hands caressing at your skin in such a reverent manner that takes your very breath away.

time became a lost concept to you when jinwoo finally lays beside you, wrapping his powerful arms around your waist before bringing you closer to his naked chest. pressing another lingering kiss against your temple, you felt your walls slowly crumble in response when you decided to tell jinwoo what had happened during the party.

"i think hae-in had every intention of using dongsoo to hurt me tonight... to hurt me in... immeasurable ways."

jinwoo tightens his arms around you, and you could hear the way his breathing becomes even more labored in response to your confession. you take his silence as a means to continue, wishing to soothe his concerns, "but i was lucky. dongsoo was nearly blacked out drunk and i was able to fight him off of me and escape."

"so you ran out of the house and into me." jinwoo finishes your story through gritted teeth, earning a nod from you. "y-yes... so despite how fucked up it was, i'm okay... i'm okay."

you didn't even realize that you had began crying again until jinwoo wiped the tears from your eyes, focused solely on comforting you as he takes you even deeper into his embrace. while he comforts you, jinwoo was able to distract you from the wisps that escapes from jinwoo's growing shadow, not even seeing the glowing lilac quality of his eyes while he silently commanded his soldiers to do his bidding-

all for your sake.

{ ... }

the party had ended when dawn came as hae-in walks with her friends back to her car. she giggles, basking in the memory of your teared stained face while taking another swig of alcohol from the glass bottle.

"that'll show that bitch for daring to make a fool of me!" hae-in twirls around soohyun and alicia, basking in their giggles while taking turns drinking from the same bottle of alcohol.

as their laughter continues to echo throughout the area, they remained blissfully unaware of how their shadows lengthened, revealing three ant-like monsters from the depths. hae-in was the first to react, feeling the strands of hair stand from the back of her head when she turns around to face the looming figure.

it was over before she could even scream as the scent of blood thickens within the horizons.

{ ... }

with jinwoo by your side, you felt like you could finally face hae-in and cut ties with her for good. by some miracle, you were able to go through the motions of your day, finishing up your classes with jinwoo texting you during your free time.

it was now late in the afternoon, and you were waiting with bated breath outside of your university's cafe. jinwoo remains by your side with a bored expression on his face, taking casual sips of his coffee before speaking to you,

"i thought you said that hae-in usually gets her lunch here?"

"she does." you tell him with a sigh, getting out your phone as you looked at the text you sent a few hours ago to come and meet you. yet it remains unread even now.

is it possible that she could have blocked you?

where could she be?

not only had your texts remained unread and unanswered by hae-in, but by soohyun and alicia as well.

"what is going on?" you ask no one in particular, yet still received an answer from jinwoo.

"come on, we've been waiting here for thirty minutes, and it's clear that they're not going to show up." jinwoo was standing in front of you now, hands lovingly framing at your face before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, "perhaps they wanted to enjoy a trip away from campus or something, using their connections to get some free time?"

you end up smiling upon hearing his explanation. after all, it made perfect sense to you, and it was something you could see hae-in pulling off with ease. giving jinwoo a nod, you loop your arms together with his, "lead the way, jinwoo. i'm starving and could use something delicious and hearty to eat."

basking in his rich chuckles, jinwoo places another kiss against your hair while grinning down at you, "and i think i know the perfect place."

{ ... }

three months had passed, and you failed to even realize that they were missing-

that hae-in, soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo had not been seen ever since the night of the party.

investigators had flooded the university with questions of when they had last seen the group, yet the copious amounts of alcohol they had consumed during such an event made their memories hazy as to what had happened that night.

with zero leads and the case steadily turning cold, the authorities were pulling at the seams for any clues with each prestigious family breathing down their necks to find their beloved children-

yet you remained blissfully unaware of their respective absences, basking in your newly found life of peace while remaining by jinwoo's side, trapped in a rose-colored lens as you failed to see the lingering darkness that trails behind jinwoo with each step that he takes.

{ ... }

despite only dating for a few months, when jinwoo asked you to move in with him, you said yes to such an offer with zero hesitation. the only thought that ran through your mind was how much you wanted to be with jinwoo, filling your days with daydreams of how jinwoo would spoil you as you woke up next to him.

with the boxes of your belongings unpacked, you trail your gaze towards your boyfriend's own boxes. none of them had yet to be unpacked, and jinwoo had even strictly told you to let him deal with it-

to never open any of those boxes as he would take care of unpacking his own belongings.

yet you, so stupidly in love with him, wanted to be a good girlfriend and help out your lover in some way. ignoring his own words, you unpack one of jinwoo's boxes at random, slicing open the tape with your scissors only to suddenly freeze in response.

settled within the box were some clothes stained a deep red, the faint scent of iron wafting off of the fabric causes the bile to travel up your throat. your hands were shaking, picking up what appeared to be a slender dress in what was once a champagne gold in hue. your mind immediately goes back to the horrific night of that party all those months ago-

with your mind painting a vivid image of hae-in wearing this exact dress.

what felt like ice courses through your veins, turning your body cold as you shivered in response to the sudden revelation. you didn't need to further explore the contents of the box to know that soohyun, alicia, and dongsoo's bloodstained clothes were tossed haphazardly into the box as well.

there was a sudden shift in the air as you felt the sensation of jinwoo's hands releasing your tight grip on hae-in's ruined dress. "i thought i told you to leave the unpacking to me?" jinwoo's voice was heard softly cooing in your ear, his tone void of any malice as they dripped with adoration for you.

"but i suppose i can't hide it from you any longer." he sighs, taking your limp form into his lap while burying his face within your shoulder. "you know i had to do something to all those people that hurt you, right? you know how much i had fallen for you when i saw you at first sight?"

your body trembles in response to his confession, making you dimly aware of his words when he lets out a sigh, "i didn't think anything would happen the moment i transferred here, yet... the sight of you was enough to bring me to my knees. i had seen you trailing behind those rotten women with your head bowed low, had seen how they saw you as something meant to be forgotten."

his reverent touch was felt against your hair now, with his lips trailing down your temples before pressing a lingering kiss on your skin, "i knew then that i had to claim you as my own, to somehow protect you from their selfishness."

jinwoo's breathing becomes ragged now when you felt him gripping at your chin, "when you came to me that night, running straight into my arms with tears running down your face, i had seen what they had done to you. i had every intention of killing each and every one of them a painful death from how they had wronged you-

but the sight of your crying face stopped me... and i chose to comfort you instead; keeping you in my arms while allowing them to disappear by other means."

there was a crazed expression seen glimmering within jinwoo's eyes, with those irises flashing violet as his hands continue to frame at your face, "so i got rid of them with the intention of staging their deaths as mere suicide, just to protect your happiness- just to protect your peace. you understand where i'm coming from, right? that i did it all for love- that i did this all for us."

your lips remain parted when jinwoo finishes his confession. you knew that this man wasn't normal, that he was a monster you had foolishly fallen for. you knew that he was capable of destroying you, or taking your life away with a simple snap of his fingers-

yet there was a single thought that runs through your mind, repeating itself over and over again in a neverending mantra-

for how could you ever reject a monster who loves you so deeply?

knowing what you were getting yourself into, you lean closer to jinwoo to capture his lips in a searing kiss-

sealing your fate with jinwoo as you willingly tied your life together with his.

end notes: lmao this totally wasn't inspired by the indie horror film piggy either lmaooo what do you mean??

and happy birthday jinwoo 🙂‍↕️ i hope you enjoyed this unhinged story dedicated to you.

ps - if this ends up sucking really bad, i apologize and won’t write stories like this ever again 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #sung jinwoo x y/n #jinwoo sung x y/n #yandere x reader #solo leveling x reader

110 notes · View notes

classjezter · 24 hours ago

Note

We all know that all the bots would freak if baby op even got a scratch, but how would they react if he got like, BADLY injured? (I live for the angst)

I love a good angst too >:)

They’d obviously all be distraught and guilty on varying degrees over whatever happened and not being able to protect their now tiny leader, how they all individually handle it under the cut 🔽

Elita’s first reaction would be anger and violence on whatever or whoever is responsible for this, but she’d have to push her emotions aside to focus on getting Optimus the care he needs, now that she is the active leader of the Autobots. She’d be strict and commanding, demanding answers and making sure the team is doing everything possible to help. But beneath her tough exterior she’d be deeply shaken, and struggle with the weight of responsibility and guilt for letting this happen under her watch

B-127 would be distraught, blaming himself on the inside for not being fast enough or careful enough to protect Optimus. He would hover around the medbay, and refuse to leave Optimus’ side, still talking to him softly for hours even if OP can't respond. Though he’d try to stay positive, his normally cheerful personality would become more subdued, and he would struggle with feeling helpless

Wheeljack would be overwhelmed with even more guilt, believing that this injury is just another consequence of his own mistake. He’d bury himself in work, trying to be useful by fixing equipment, modifying medical tools, or finding some way, anything to help. He wouldn’t talk about his guilt to the others, but the way his fins dim and the way he avoids looking at Optimus would say it all to those close to him

Ratchet would immediately go into medic mode, suppressing any emotions and focusing on stabilizing Optimus. He would be sharp, efficient, and intolerant of any distractions as he always is with one of his patients. However, after the immediate danger passed, the weight of the situation would actually hit him. He would feel a deep sense of failure because even if he could heal Optimus, he’d hate that he couldn’t prevent harm from coming to him, and seeing a tiny, helpless Optimus injured would shake him more than he’d ever admit

Jazz would try to keep the situation from feeling too grim, trying to downplay what happened and repeatedly saying that of course Optimus was going to be okay, but even he wouldn't be able to keep his attitude up for long. He would linger around the medbay, keeping an eye on the others and making sure they were holding up. While he wouldn't say much, his presence would be steady and comforting. He'd make it a point to be there when Optimus woke up, ready with a reassuring smile for the little guy

Prowl would blame himself in a more analytical way, going over every possible scenario that could have prevented the injury, and try to implement rules or procedures around the base to avoid this from ever happening again. He’d become even more rigid and focused, trying to compensate for the failure with heightened vigilance. However, he would also find himself keeping a close, silent watch over Optimus, trying not to overwhelm him like the others, providing a sense of quiet stability. Optimus trusts him, and Prowl would take that unspoken trust seriously

Ironhide would absolutely destroy whatever or whoever was responsible for this in the first place, and nothing could get in his way. Afterwards he’d be deeply upset but wouldn't show it in a loud or dramatic way. Instead, he would stand guard near Optimus, making sure nothing else could happen to him. His protective instincts would kick in stronger than ever, and he’d become even more wary of threats. He wouldn’t really voice any emotions, but the way he would gently check on Optimus, adjusting a blanket or just watching over him for hours without break, would speak volumes

#baby prime #baby prime asks #transformers #transformers one #transformers au #tf optimus prime #tf bumblebee #tf ironhide #tf elita one #tf ratchet #tf wheeljack #tf prowl #tf jazz

92 notes · View notes

bitter-me · 2 days ago

Note

Hello! could you do Asaba Harumasa with A Loid Forger!Male!Reader who is his Fiancé? (For real not for a misson) And could you do like some general headcanons of it please?

Spy X Executive Officer

Harumasa Asaba | M. Reader as Loid Forger [SpyXFamily]

----------

"You gotta be careful. Because there's someone else back home who'd be heartbroken if anything happened to you."

----------

General Headcanons

First of all, the moment you two met Harumasa knew you are a spy. Come on now, he's responsible for Section 6's reconnaissance for a reason. In the main story he literally recognized the mercs are closing in on them by their shooting pattern alone. Are you kidding me.

Secrets out and from then on he'll rub it in your face that the Twilight was caught by an Executive Officer and through this process of endless teasing and "accidental meet ups" you two gotten quite close.

Yet despite making teasing the absolute daylight out of you his main mission. Harumasa would always comes to you for help with some missions of his. Come on! He has Twilight on speed dial! What kind of person would he be if he didn't abused use this power? The amount of times you have to pretend to be him for a meeting... too much to even bother counting..

Harumasa seems to have developed a habit since you two got together. One of which is how he looks like a wounded animal whenever you have to "be in a relationship" with someone. He's joking of course. But always seem to jump at the chance whenever Harumasa saw it.

But then again.. you're also using him for your own work as well. HAND has a lot of useful information and Departments. Having an insider on speed dial just make things ten times easier. In short both of you are using each other.. until it became something more as you two craves more with each interactions.

"You're cheating on me! I know I don't have much time, yet you--" "Darling, I am not seeing someone behind your back, it was a mission. We have this conversation before."

Endless teasing. Just endless.

By the way, are you a cat person? Well it doesn't matter you are a cat person now. Say hello to your son/daughter. Harumasa canonically has a cat, so..

Would jokingly as you to teach him some espionage with the excuse that it'll help him be a "more outstanding scout." You didn't, of course. Espionage is your thing. As if you'll let him steal your thunder like that.

Oh no. Harumasa isn't in the office again. He must have taken a sick leave. But how could he get another one? What? He has a doctor's note?

Yes, he would probably, maybe, say "please" a lot, just to get you to write him a doctor's note. Hey! Not his fault that your public image is a Psychiatrist! That just makes your notes 100% legal! And you are this awesome boyfriend of his right? So.. please~ he promise to give you kisses if you do write it~

Although Harumasa seems to know he can't use this trick a lot and uses it sparingly.

The proposal? It's the grenade proposal. I'm sorry but it's cute and it kinda fits ZZZ's world building. Both of you are running from the Ethereals and have gotten cornered. What a bad day it was. You were just about to propose when Harumasa got a call for a mission, since you don't want to waste any time. You decided to help your lover so that you can finally propose when all of these are done. But no, the universe hates you and decided to do this instead and damnit! You lost the ring! Cornered with nowhere else to go you spotted a grenade not to far away. Acting out of instincts you took it, pulling the pin and saying your vow as you put the "ring" on Harumasa's finger.

He ruthlessly tease you about the proposal though. Saying something like "Took you long enough. And here I thought I would die first before knowing the feeling of a ring on my finger." and, "A grenade pin? Seriously? How come those men and women you "marry" for a mission gets an actual ring while I--you're actual lover--only have this? I'm hurt!"

In the end you did get him an actual ring. As he deserved.

----------

Despite usually being seen slacking off. Harumasa works hard on his missions. After all, there's a reason as to why he's a member of Section 6. Naturally.

Yet he's not invincible. Harumasa knows that better than anyone else. Which is why he is now lying in the hospital bed with a sore throat and a heavy chest. It felt as if he were to somehow lie in a wrong way he'll start coughing out a lung. But he doesn't have to worry. He has [Name}. And that man would go full on doctor on him in a heartbeat.

"You're an idiot sometimes." [Name] sighs, sitting on the chair by his lover's bedside. He can't believe Harumasa had willingly injected that thing. Onto him like that. Sure, he understands. Harumasa can't let that thing exist in the world. But seriously?! Did he even think for one second what could have happened to himself if he weren't this lucky?! What if it's a one time thing?!

"You idiot." He whispers underneath his breath.

Harumasa really has to be careful.. because there's someone else back home who'd be heartbroken if anything happened to him.. and that person, is him. [Name] Forger.

For all of his time as a spy. No one had ever made him feel so.. complete. The thought of settling down never crossed his mind. But with Harumasa.. he might just consider it. But..

How is he supposed to settle when the one he loves is constantly on death's door?

[Name] snapped out of his thoughts the moment he registered the warm feeling on his hand. Harumasa's on top of his. Turning his head towards him, [Name] saw Harumasa giving him a reassuring smile. "I know.. but I'm your idiot."

"Don't worry too much. I'm not going anywhere. After all, no one cares more about my life than me."

#seme male reader #top male reader #zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zenless zone zero x male reader #zzz #zzz x reader #zzz x male reader #x male reader #asaba harumasa #zzz harumasa #harumasa x reader #asaba x reader #harumasa x male reader #harumasa asaba #spy x family #loid forger #spy x family twilight #spy x family loid

126 notes · View notes

pricegouge · 2 days ago

Text

an increase of interest and sweet, encouraging asks and also these posts (i, ii) have led me to do the unthinkable: write a little extracurricular for haul, can you even believe it?

went in a bit of a different direction here. i've gotten a lot of asks about past victims and while i don't really wanna get too bogged down in the specifics of their time with the boys, i thought it might be fun to see how different price is from simon when he's hunting so. here's a different doll not knowing what's good for her.

cw: prostitution, coercion, kidnapping. implied murder. unedited cause i'm freaking out to be touching this again lmao. MDNI

You know something's wrong with him. Beyond the pale, beyond the knowledge you could never introduce him to your mother. That you're used to, well-versed at. It's something worse, something unsettling. something that clings to you long after he leaves, the very cells he sheds infecting, spreading.

Within and without.

You'll be like on of his soon if you're not careful - that pack of rabid dogs that follow him. It disturbs you, how easily you can see yourself among them sometimes, glinting eyes and too-sharp teeth. One more desert predator, runt of the pack and yet a par of it.

Better never to know. Better to leave it like this - small doses. Better to let him fuck you in a truck stop shower so you can scrub yourself clean after, pretend you remain unchanged by him. Ignore all the evidence suggesting otherwise, the undeniable ache and the trail of come he always leaves to trickle down your thigh.

You should know better, but it's hard to remember when his thick cock is driving up into you in one slow drag, splitting you open cruelly just to hear you cry about it.

He like them, your tears. Too much, probably, but you like the drag of his tongue on your cheek too, hot even in the tepid spray of hard water. You feel the rough scrape of his beard at your temple and wonder - is he actually infectious, or were you always predisposed? Was this something you were always capable of? Letting a customer add your services to their tab? Take you out back with their to-go bags and their travel-sized toiletries? You like to think nit, like to blame John and that strange quality of his, the way he can somehow manage to make you feel less-than and wanted for it all at once, sells you some unspoken promise of betterment if you just play along.

You sweat you know better, but you've said that before. It's how you wind up back here, always back here, his bulging bicep wrapped around your throat as he grunts in your ear.

He's pressed against your back as closely as he can be, so tight you imagine the runoff can't even slip between you. But that can't be right because he's slick against you, streams of soap finding their way down your spine through the follicles of his thick chest hair, coating your skin to let him work against you in slick, slow grinds. You can feel his belly settled against the small of your back, forcing you to arch your spine just so, let him fuck in deep to the very end of you, cock head leaking against your cervix.

He'd asked you if you were on some sort of contraceptive once, much too late for it to have mattered. You'd told yourself you wouldn't take his money again when you'd caught the look of disappointment on his face, but you'd told yourself a lot of things.

It's hard to feel shame, in the moment, at least. And maybe that's the worst part - the fact that you ache for him when he's away. Empty, hungry. But if there's something wrong with him that means there's something wrong with you, right? That means the long nights spent with your fingers stuffed in your cunt just wishing for something thicker are just as bad as this: bellied up against a dirty shower stall with a strange man's cock buried so deep inside you you're sure it'll take this time, that seed of doubt that makes you want to climb in his truck when he inevitable offers. Why settle for lot lizard when you could just be his?

Of course, he never phrases it like that, never admits he'll keep you. And maybe he won't but he'd take you Arkansas, maybe, where his plates are from. North, where he's headed tonight perhaps. Usually you see him returning form out West and you wonder… He doesn't have to keep you. You don't need to hear him say it. Cause whatever's wrong with him, it's catching.

But he doesn't ask, not when he's still panting like a bellows in your ear, rocking his hips against you aimlessly as he works you both through it. He doesn't ask when he slips free and immediately cups his callused palm against your cunt, groaning when he feels his own spend leaking onto his hand. He certainly doesn't ask when he makes you lick it clean, salt and the heavy tang of grease which Irish Springs will never fully cut through. You think maybe he'll ask when he goes to shove the money in your hand, as is his usual. But he doesn't, so you do, your own stomach acid boiling up your esophagus as you try (and fail) to keep the desperate edge out of your voice.

And John, well. You did know there was something wrong with him.

"What's is to you?" he grunts, hand snapping back out of your reach when you go to take the proffered money.

"But… you said -?"

"Know what I said. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he soothes, a balm for the fear you hadn't even been able to voice. "Just… maybe it'll look different now?"

"How do you mean?" you hedge, and John steps closer, blots out the flickering overhead light. Behind him, the door to the shower room opens and rapidly closes, the soft pad of boots treading back down the hall confirming your would-be voyeur had wanted nothing to do with this scene.

At least your reputation remained undamaged.

"I mean. I'll keep you fed. Clothed. Keep you out of the elements. You really gonna make me pay on top of all that?"

"Oh," you wilt. "I guess not."

John's eyes crinkle when he grins at you encouragingly, that same deceptively endearing quality that had first drawn you to him all those months ago. He pulls you against himself, lets you bask in the warmth of his soft, furry chest as he continues to soothe your fears. "But don't worry, not gonna let you put yourself in a bind, hm? You still got something saved from my last visit, yeah? And if you ever need some more, we'll find you some work." He swats you on the ass before you can protest, leaning away to collect his flannel. "Now get dressed. Running behind schedule and I'm already gonna have to skip a stop in Oakley."

"That why you didn't take the time to stretch me open properly?" you ask, cheeky - testing your boundaries. You're pleasantly surprised when he just huffs a laugh, leans close to grown in your ear about how he'll never have to stretch you open again.

It's surreal following him out, ducking behind his broad frame to let him weather the stare of the would-be voyeur. John doesn't flinch so neither do you, head back to your post behind the till with the same confidence you've seen among his boys. A runt still maybe, but part of the pack now.

"Where're you off to?" John asks when he sees you slinking off in the wrong direction. You wait until the other driver disappears down the hall to unlock the register, grinning at your partner as you lift a few hundred from it.

"I know what 'some work' means," you say by way of explanation, and frown when it fails to earn any sign of chastisement.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, love," John warns instead, eyes rolling warily to the overhead security camera.

You wave him off, a loose fiver fluttering free of your fist. "Take this," you order, shoving the hills into his chest. More spill free but the ducks to collect them as you pull up the feed on the laptop behind the counter. "Retired truckers don't know much about security," you impart wisely.

"That so?" he drawls, voice rich with a humor you don't quite understand.

"Yeah, word to the wise - always have a live feed backed up to a separate, private location." to illustrate the importance of this, you cut the feed and then proceed to delete all evidence of the night's recording. It won't stop Roy, the owner, from knowing who's shift if was but it would keep John safe from all but that other driver who apparently already knew enough to keep his head down any way.

When you peel yourself away from the screen, John's eyeing you with a sort of appreciation that makes your tummy flip, a low simmer of excitement building just there, just where you feel him most when he's inside you. Infecting. Spreading. "Clever doll, you are," he praises as you step back around the counter. He hands you your loot back, now properly shuffled into a neat stack. "I'll have to remember that. Now go on out to your car and get what you need. I'll just be a minute, he says, nodding to a display of beef jerky like there's nothing of more value to him in the whole store.

It seems to take him forever deciding, but when he comes back the other trucker still hasn't left.

#that last line is kitschy but whatever #haul #john price x reader

99 notes · View notes

ktvminn · 3 days ago

Text

Choi Su-bong x Reader smutshot

warning : use of drugs, sex, alternate universe

disclaimer : Please be advised that this contains explicit content and is intended for mature audiences.

The Club

The bass thumps in your chest, a relentless rhythm that mirrors the frantic beat of your own heart. The club is a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and bodies pressed close, a humid, intoxicating swirl of sweat and perfume. You're riding a wave of something - maybe a little too much of something - and the edges of your vision are fuzzy, the music a vibrating hum rather than a clear melody. The air is thick, almost palpable with a charged energy that hums along your skin. It feels electric, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.

You're at the bar, swirling the remains of a vibrant, neon-colored cocktail when a voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the noise, sending a shiver down your spine. "You look like you're about to melt into the floor, doll."

You turn, and there he is. He's tall, imposing, with eyes that gleam with an unnerving intensity even in the dim light, like a predator sizing up his prey. His hair, a shocking shade of purple, is slicked back, and his lips are curled into a knowing smirk, as if he understands exactly what's coursing through your veins. It's him, the rapper everyone's been whispering about - Thanh, maybe Thanos, you can't quite place it, but the hushed whispers around you confirm it's him. He moves with a confident swagger that seems to carve a space around him.

He's leaning against the bar, one hand casually shoved into his pocket, the other holding a drink that looks suspiciously like pure liquor, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He's radiating a raw, magnetic energy that makes your skin tingle, a cocktail of danger and allure that's intoxicating. He's a storm brewing, and you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the center of it.

"Maybe I am," you manage, your voice a little breathy, the words catching in your throat. The drugs are swimming through your system, making everything feel heightened, amplified, every sensation a thousand times more intense. It's a reckless feeling, the kind that makes you do things you might not otherwise consider, a push beyond your usual inhibitions. A thrill courses through you, a heady mix of fear and excitement.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through you, a low growl that seems to settle in your core. "Well, melting's no fun. It also doesn't make for a very interesting evening." He takes a slow deliberate sip of his drink, eyes never leaving yours. "How about we find somewhere more... private to, shall we say, cool off?" He throws a glance towards the back of the club, his eyes locking with yours, a challenge in their dark depths, a promise of something even more thrilling, more reckless. His smirk widens, a silent invitation that sends a thrill through your body.

You don't hesitate. The word 'private' is enough to electrify your senses, sending a jolt of pure desire straight to your core. Your mind is a haze, your inhibitions melting away with every beat of the music. You want him, the way a moth is drawn to flame, the danger adding to the forbidden pleasure. Your body is buzzing, a needy ache nestled between your thighs, a fiery craving that demands to be sated. You nod, a slow, deliberate movement, a silent agreement that sends a shiver of expectation down your spine.

He leads you through the maze of bodies, his hand lightly brushing against the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine, each touch sending waves of heat throughout your body. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but a thrill, a dark, forbidden excitement, coils deep within you, a secret anticipation that fuels the fire burning within.

He pushes open the door to the bathroom, the noise of the club fading to a muffled drone, the sudden quiet only heightening the tension between you. The fluorescent lights are harsh, casting long, unforgiving shadows, exposing the raw energy in the room. He leans against the sink, arms crossed, a predatory gleam in his eyes, watching you like a hawk studies its prey. He seems to be savoring the moment, his gaze lingering on your face, your lips, the curve of your neck.

He takes a step closer, his eyes raking over your body, a slow, possessive exploration that leaves you breathless. He stops just a breath away, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with something unspoken, a low growl that resonates deep within you. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through you, the gentle touch belying the raw intensity in his gaze. "And you're ripe for the taking. Tell me, are you ready to be taken?"

He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your ear, the scent of liquor and something darkly sensual filling your senses. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look, doll." His words are a promise, a challenge, and a command all rolled into one, and your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic rhythm against the pounding bass of the club.

Before you can react, his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding, a sudden, all-consuming kiss that steals your breath. His tongue sweeps in, exploring every corner of your mouth, leaving you breathless, your senses reeling. He pulls you up against him, his hard chest pressing against yours, each touch setting fire to your exposed skin. You can feel every muscle in his body, strong and solid against yours.

You groan, deep in your throat, a sound of pure desire, and he responds, pulling away just enough to whisper, "Like that? Just wait, baby. This is just the beginning." His voice is laced with a dark promise, and your body trembles with anticipation. He presses another quick kiss to your lips, his eyes glittering with a savage intensity. "We're just getting started."

He takes you by the hand, pulls you towards the nearest stall, and the door slams shut with a resounding bang, cutting off the rest of the world. The small space is instantly charged, the air thick with unspoken desire. He grabs your head, his fingers weaving into your hair, yanking it, making you gasp, a thrill of pain mixing with pleasure. "You're going to beg for this, aren't you?" he growls, his voice a low rumble, the question a statement. He leans in close, his breath hot on your ear, the scent of him intoxicating.

His mouth closes over yours again, more insistent this time, a carnal demand that doesn't allow any room for thought. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, a battle for dominance. His hand slides down your body, finding the curve of your hip, pressing you against the cold porcelain of the toilet, your breath catching in your throat from the shock and the anticipation. He pulls back slightly, his eyes glinting with something predatory, a mixture of hunger and dominance that leaves you breathless.

"Open up for me," he commands, his voice a rough, velvet whisper that sends shivers down your spine, and you instinctively kneel before him, a submissive, yielding gesture you barely recognize in the haze of your desire. You feel his fingers grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze, and you see the hunger there, a raw, demanding need that mirrors your own, a desperate craving that burns in the depths of your soul.

His mouth is everywhere, hot and wet, trailing down your throat, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He makes you moan, a desperate, pleading sound that vibrates in the small space, the sound itself another fuel on the fire of his desire. He reaches for your clothing, yanking it off with impatient hands, leaving your skin bare and exposed, a vulnerable offering to his hungry gaze. He pauses, his eyes drinking in your nakedness, and you feel a thrill of vulnerability, excited by his undisguised desire.

He pushes you further down, and his lips find the soft skin between your legs, his tongue exploring every delicate fold. Your eyes flutter closed, your body convulsing in anticipation, every nerve ending alight. He licks and sucks, his teeth grazing lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through you, each sensation a new wave of raw, unfiltered desire. You grip his hair, moaning his name, the sounds echoing in the small, enclosed space, the sound itself becoming a part of the dance.

"That's right," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction, the sound a growl of pure pleasure. He raises his head, his eyes dark and demanding, his lips glistening with your moisture, a primal image that sends shivers of exhilaration coursing through you. "Beg for it, baby. Tell me how much you want it."

You do, the words tumbling from your lips, raw and unbidden, a pathetic plea that only fuels his dominance. You feel a deep sense of shame, but the shame only amplifies the thrill, the forbidden pleasure in your own degradation. He watches you, a smile playing on his lips, a mixture of amusement and lust in his gaze, and you feel a rush of pure, unadulterated desire.

He pulls you up, his hands grasping your hips, his grip firm and possessive, each touch a burning brand on your skin. "Now it's my turn."

He lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist, the movement urgent and desperate, a primal dance of need. He pushes against you, and you feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against your core. He drives into you, deep and fast, and you cry out, your body arching into his, the moment of penetration a rush of pure, intoxicating pleasure mixed with raw, animalistic need. He doesn't slow down. He keeps going, relentless, changing positions, driving you against the wall, then lifting you onto the sink, each movement rough and demanding, a testament to his desire. He spanks your ass, the stinging sensation a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing pleasure between your legs, the contrast heightening your senses. He pulls your hair, bites your shoulder, his mouth moving down your body, leaving marks that you know you'll still feel tomorrow, each mark a reminder of this moment, this raw, untamed desire.

The bass from the club throbbed through the thin bathroom walls, a distorted heartbeat matching the frantic rhythm of your own. He pushed you against the cool ceramic tiles, the shock of the cold momentarily grounding you before the heat of his body took over. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, and you met his intensity with a feral need that surprised even yourself. The air crackled with unspoken desires, heightened by the drugs coursing through your veins.

"God, you're so hot," he growled into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You arched into him, your own nails digging into his back, the sensation a delicious blend of pain and pleasure. A guttural scream tore from your throat, lost in the thumping music and the echoes of your own raw want. He surged deeper, harder, and the world narrowed to the feel of him inside you, the frantic gasps escaping your lips.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice thick and slurred with lust and maybe something else. The words barely penetrated the fog in your mind, the only thing you really understood was the burning fire between your legs.

You managed a breathless, "More... please, more." His low laugh was a dark promise as he obliged, pushing you closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment. A frustrated moan escaped your lips, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

"Look at me," he insisted, his eyes dilated and reflecting the frantic light of the bathroom. You met his gaze, and it was like looking into a mirror of your own madness. The hunger there was primal, possessive, and you felt a thrill of submission. He pushed again, deeper this time, and your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body convulsed, every muscle clenched, a cry ripped from your throat, high and uninhibited. The sound seemed amplified by the tiles, a testament to the wild abandon of the moment. He followed quickly, his guttural moan a delicious vibration against your skin, his body shuddering as he released a torrent of seed deep within you.

He didn't pull away, keeping you pinned against the cold tiles, your bodies slick with sweat and the residue of your combined release. You were both panting, ragged breaths echoing in the small space. He kissed you then, a deep, greedy kiss that tasted of desire and something wilder. His tongue explored your mouth, his hands tracing the curve of your spine, igniting new fires where the embers still smoldered. You moaned into his mouth, unable to get enough of him.

"Holy fuck," you managed to gasp between kisses, your head swimming.

"Mmm, yeah, 'holy fuck' is right," he murmured, pulling back to look at you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. His eyes held a possessive gleam, making your skin tingle. "You were spectacular," he purred, his voice laced with a knowing satisfaction. "But..." he trailed off, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip, "...I think we're not finished yet." He lowered his head, his lips trailing a path down your neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin before finding the hollow of your throat. "Not by a long shot," he whispered, pressing against you, his still-hard cock throbbing against your thigh, "We need to work for this good shit." He paused, his eyes holding yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "What do you think? Another round?"

You could only nod, your mind completely blank except for the burning ache in your core. He took that nod as an invitation, lifting you slightly to reposition himself, his breath hot against your ear, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the sweet undertones of whatever you both had taken earlier. The bathroom faded away and you couldn't tell who was who and your legs were quivering from the thought of more of him.

#thanos x reader #player 230 x reader #choi su bong #thanos #choi seunghyun #top #top x reader #squid game #smut #heavy smut #tw drugs #sex and drugs #drugging kink #strip club #rough kink

45 notes · View notes

whatonearthisgoingon · 3 days ago

Text

Demon Giyuu AU

I've been obsessing over Demon Giyuu and SaneGiyuu, so have a little rant/fic about the idea.

There is also some past SabiGiyuu mentioned, but it's minor. Word Count: 2,151

Okay, so Giyuu is on a standard mission against a Lowermoon or minorly powerful but not ranked demon, when out of nowhere someone in the Upper 3 comes along as a reinforcement for the first demon.

Giyuu tries his absolute hardest to kill the demons, to the point where he unlocks the mark. In the end, with the combination of the Uppermoon and lower ranked demon, Giyuu eventually looses, but he's not dead yet, barely conscious and struggling to move. The Upper demon he's against, is pretty impressed with the fight Giyuu gave, and gives him blood, Giyuu too weak to fight back against it. The two demons leave, not waiting to see if Giyuu survives.

Giyuu, feeling the changes, calls Kanzaburo to send a message to the Master and the Hashiras, before eventually passing out from exhaustion as the transformation starts.

Eventually the Hashiras find Demon Giyuu where he's relatively calm for a recently turned demon. He found a stream nearby and is calmly sitting in the water. He found out pretty early that he can control the water, so he's making it form into a multitude of pretty shapes. The Hashiras approach with caution, but their guard is soon dropped as Giyuu brightly talks to them, stating how he's happy they found him.

The only Hashiras who aren't convinced are Sanemi and Obanai. So what does Sanemi do? He walks up to Giyuu, and slashes his own arm open, the Marechi blood dripping down. Sanemi: "You're still so human, right? So surely this has no effect on you, huh? Go on, you know you want it!"

Giyuu is trying his hardest to resist, backing away as Sanemi merely gets closer, taunting him with the blood. Giyuu's eyes are transfixed on the wound, and his breath is becoming more labored as he tries to resist the demonic urges. Eventually, he's able to turn away from Sanemi, refusing the blood; that's enough to convince the other Hashiras of Giyuu's trustworthiness, just as it worked for Nezuko.

As the night is still high, they bring Giyuu back to the Water Estate, where the Master is waiting. They have a long discussion over Giyuu's new condition; how he can't be in the sun, the Blood Demon Art, how missions with non-hashiras should be avoided, a supplementary beef and pork diet to hopefully substitute any cravings for human flesh, etc. After the big topics are discussed, the biggest question arises; who will stay with Giyuu, and make sure he doesn't go crazy and hurt anyone for the next few weeks or months, as he has only recently transformed? Who is strong enough to keep him in check? All eyes turn to Sanemi.

Sanemi: "Why is everyone looking at me?" Obanai: "As much as I hate to admit it, that prick is stronger than all of us, minus you and Gyomei. But I think we can all agree that Gyomei won't be the best at watching a demon." Sanemi: "I'm not watching over the demon fuck- I hate him! There's no way that I'll be taking care of him-!"

-----------------------------------------------------

Giyuu watches as the door shuts when the last Hashira leaves, leaving him and a fuming Sanemi in a room alone, after the Master commanded Sanemi to stay with Giyuu. It's quiet for a minute, when Giyuu finally speaks.

Giyuu: "Do you have a certain type of tea you like? I can make a pot-" Sanemi: "Shut the fuck up, this is all your fault." Giyuu: " ...... I'll just make myself one then.." He says as he stands up and walks out.

Sanemi eventually joins Giyuu, because he has nothing else to do, and he's stuck with the damn idiot, so why not have some tea while he's at it. The two sit in silence, drinking tea, until Giyuu speaks.

Giyuu: "I don't have much set up in my estate, so we can live together in yours." Sanemi: "Excuse me?" Giyuu: "Well the Master said we had to stay together, so you can watch me- so I presume we'll be staying in the same estate?" Sanemi: Loudly sighs. "Whatever you dumb shit, sure. My estate or whatever. Just don't make a mess, you hear me?" Giyuu: "Of course."

Giyuu goes quiet again, just drinking his tea, but he has a small smile. He doesn't know how to explain it, or why he's feeling it, but he's really happy that he gets to hang out with Sanemi now.

When tea is over, they pack up some of Giyuu's clothes, and they go to Sanemi's Estate before the sun rises. While Giyuu is putting his stuff in the guest bedroom, Sanemi goes around his Estate, making sure all the windows are shut and covered with curtains. There's no way he'd let Giyuu see him doing something nice or caring for him like that, so he rushes to get it all done before Giyuu is done unpacking.

Later Sanemi goes to bed, as does Giyuu, as they had been up all night dealing with demon nonsense. The next night, they go on their first mission together.

As they are now eating meals together, going on missions together, and living together, the two start growing closer together. The animosity and tension is still there, but it has become to change. Rather hating Giyuu's whole dumb face, Sanemi specifically hates that dumb, stupid, disgustingly pretty, blue eyes. Giyuu's opinion on Sanemi's anger has shifted from one of irritation to a minor annoyance with a small hint of fondness to it; it's what makes Sanemi, Sanemi.

One night, Giyuu is calmly sitting in his room, reading something, when he hears a yell and a crash from Sanemi's room. He gets up and goes to Sanemi's room, finding him freshly woken from a nightmare.

Rather asking questions, Giyuu just sits down, gently taking the shaking Sanemi's hand. He's quiet, and just sits there, being a comforting presence as Sanemi's racing heart rate slowly lowers. Sanemi squeezes and relaxes his hold on Giyuu's hand many times, Giyuu's presence grounding him.

After a few minutes, Sanemi does something surprising. He hugs Giyuu. Giyuu is shocked at first, but doesn't fight against it, hugging Sanemi. They sit like that for a few minutes, until Sanemi mumbles a quiet "Thank you."

That night, Giyuu lays back down with Sanemi, holding him in that hug, his hands wrapped around Sanemi's waist. The two fall asleep together as the sun rises, and they are still holding each other when they awake in the evening.

They have a meal together, acting like nothing happened, then go on the night's mission. When they return they do their usual routine of a meal, getting ready for bed, etc. But this night, Giyuu follows Sanemi to his room for sleep. Sanemi, although confused at first, doesn't argue, letting Giyuu lay down with him. He would never admit it, but last night was the best he'd slept in years.

This routine continues, neither man willing to bring up the developing intimate relationship between them. It's easier to stay quiet and let it happen. But over the next month, they grow even closer. Hugging and hand holding around the house is becoming common. They pick food off each other's plates. They cook their meals together in the kitchen, or over a fire on missions. They spar together at night when they don't have a mission.

A few times when the two are talking and are close together, there is a want for more, when the two's faces are only a foot or so apart. Sometimes when they hug, the hands trail a little lower than they're supposed to.

Sanemi is pissed at these feelings. Giyuu is a man- and he's not even a human man. He's a demon. A relationship like that would be an abomination on two levels. They'd be executed for this shit, Giyuu much more instantly than Sanemi would. Sure, they could run, but neither of them want that, do they?

Giyuu on the other hand, is less mad that he likes a man, but that that man is Sanemi. Because he knows why its Sanemi specifically. Sanemi... Sabito... The aggressive personality, the purple eyes with so much emotion behind them, the scars formed in battle from strength and courage. He fell for the same person all over again. And just like all of the other people Giyuu loved, Giyuu is scared that something drastic will happen to Sanemi.

The two continue their "friendship," while both holding these feelings inside of them, refusing to speak to each other, too scared of how the other will feel, and how the world will react.

Some of the Hashiras started noticing the shift in the two's relationship. Iguro notices that Sanemi isn't irritated by the mere thought of Giyuu anymore. Shinobu notices that Giyuu's fascination over Sanemi has only increased into a shared friendship; she is very happy for Giyuu. Mitsuri is happy that there is less tension in Hashira meetings now, because they are getting along.

The only Hashira who really notices that the two men long for more, is Tengen. And he's pretty sure he is more accepting of that idea, than the two men infront of him are.

-----------------------------------------------------

Ubuyashiki: "I trust Giyuu to be by himself now. He has been a demon for about 5 months now, and has proven that he is safe to be around, and safe to be on missions by himself." Looking at Sanemi and Giyuu "Sanemi does not need to watch over Giyuu constantly anymore." He pauses then smiles. "If the two of you.. wish to separate, Giyuu can return to his own estate."

Ubuyashiki says that with a certain tone, and a soft smile on his face, suggesting that he knows the two will most likely not want to separate. He makes it clear that this is an option, not a requirement. He dismisses the meeting, and Sanemi and Giyuu return to the Wind Estate.

Sanemi: "So? Are you staying or going?" Giyuu: "Well.. I mean, all my belongings are here anyway.." Sanemi: Nods a little "Yeah, they are.. but.. you want to stay here still?" Giyuu: "Do you want me to leave?" He says with a slightly sad tone Sanemi: "No!" Realizes he was way too quick and loud with his answer. "I mean, you make my life easier, help with cooking and cleaning shit.." Giyuu: Smiles a little. "Well, I'll go get started.. I'll make sure there's some ohagi for dessert.." Sanemi: "Yeah whatever, I'm getting a shower.." He walks off, not letting Giyuu see the smile on his face, now knowing that Giyuu wants to stay. After living together, fully on their own choice, for a few weeks, Giyuu decides that it's finally time to talk about what the two of them are. On a night without a mission, Giyuu takes Sanemi outside to the backyard of the Wind Estate, at around 11:50 pm. They're sitting quietly looking at the scenery under a full moon, when Giyuu speaks up.

Giyuu: "Sanemi, what are we?" Sanemi: Confused. "What do you mean?" Giyuu: "Well.. we've been living together for a few months. We go on almost every mission together. We eat meals together. We hug and hold hands. We sleep in the same bed. Is it wrong of me to assume there is something more than friendship between us? We are acting like a couple." Sanemi: He freezes up for a minute, not responding. His first instinct is to tell Giyuu off, 'How dare you think of me as a fag.' 'What on earth are you talking about.' But he doesn't. Instead he thinks about his words, before responding. "What do you think of our relationship? How would you react if a name was put on it?" Giyuu: He's quiet while he considers, then sighs. "I.. I wouldn't mind the title.. But if you do mind the title, then I think we should try to distance ourselves into a normal platonic relationship, because that is not where we are at right now." Sanemi: He considers Giyuu's words, then softly whispers. "I wouldn't mind the title.. saying we're.. together" Giyuu: He finally looks at Sanemi, then takes Sanemi's hand in his own. "Well, can I say 'I love you' then, Sanemi?" Sanemi: Laughs a little as he turns red in the cheeks. "Maybe give it a day, but sure.." He smiles, still avoiding eye contact with Giyuu; if he met his gaze, he would probably explode. Giyuu: "Alright.." He stands up, letting go of Sanemi's hand as he does, then turns to the door. "I'll be in bed. Take as long as you need." Looks inside and sees as the clock strikes as midnight. "And, I love you.." He says as he walks inside. Sanemi: Laughs "You're a fucking dick, Tomioka!" He smiles fondly at Giyuu's antics, before quietly whispering once Giyuu leaves. "I love you too.."

#sanemi x giyuu #giyuu x sanemi #sanegiyuu #giyuusane #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #minor sabigiyuu #sabigiyuu #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #alternate universe #demon giyuu au #fanfiction

41 notes · View notes

sunrisecaminus · 2 days ago

Note

Hi hi! I read a few of your posts and love the way you write. I was wondering if I could request a fav duo of mine Knockout and Breakdown x nonbinary reader. SFW or NSFW, wherever your creativity takes you!

I had a blip of a dream where KO and Breaks were analyzing the aftermath of an emergon mine and come across the reader half buried in the rubble outside. Half dazed and panicked, begging, asking the two if they see anyone else in the rubble and if they can get them out (they are a ranger who was helping a search and rescue, and have no idea if anyone else made it out after them). I can't recall what happened next, but the reader lost half of their left leg and was recovering, going to physical therapy when the duo wanted to stay and check up on them. Feeling guilty that they passively caused the accident and help the reader recover.

But the thing is... what would happen during their time together? Love? Friendship? A new understanding of earth?

The reader, best to my meory, was very loyal, honest, selfless, and kind. Though they had the vibes of a punk, think tattoos and piercings along with the spiky jacket - the hard shell to keep their very sweet and soft side safe.

Thank you! 💗

Message - Not me listening to sad music while writing this. I got a bit too deep in the story. Sorry if it gets a bit sad ;-; (ALSO LOOK AT THE SCREENSHOT!!! IS KNOCKOUT DOING A uwu?!)

Breakdown x Injured Reader x Knockout SFW

Summary - Knockout and Breakdown take care of a Cybertronian search and rescue soldier. All three get together after a rough night.

Warnings - Hints of Depression

Fanfic Type - Hurt/Comfort

You have been stuck in the Medbay for far too long. Your leg was shredded, your chassis ached, and one of your servos needed surgery. Laying here in bed and doing nothing was one of the worse things that could happen! Well…except you being blasted by an energon mine that got you in this mess in the first place. It doesn't matter! You need Knockout to hurry up with the fixing so you can go back out there to help others. Your duty was to rescue and protect, the job meant everything to you, as the war has made you lose so many comrades. Cybertronians everywhere were dying by Autobot hands and needed someone to hold them when they travel to the Allspark. Everyone needed someone to care for them, and that was what you were going to do once you GET OUT THIS BED!

Knockout has a chart on how many times you have tried to desperately break out the Medbay. Breakdown is basically a bouncer now, making sure you stay in bed and force you into it when you try to leave. It was annoying for them both, but now it has become a regular task for them, so they have now known you personally for a few months. A Decepticon who wants nothing more than the comfort people around them. It was spark breaking to tell you there was no survivors at the mine. Nothing could make you guiltier, knowing you couldn't be by those soldiers to help them rest or even maybe save them. After the news the first week you were hospitalized, you didn't say a word to anybody. You had to load in everything in your processor and tried not to be disturbed to help yourself heal mentally. Breakdown was a soldier you knew more than Knockout, so Breakdown had to tell Knockout himself who you were and your function was. Knockout saw you as a naive child, nothing more. He couldn't care anymore about the people he lose everyday, so many lives lost because he couldn't do his job right. You only got one chance to save someone's life on the operating table, and in war, most of the time it is a failure. He could understand your pain, but honestly he wants you to be like him and shut the guilt out before it hurts more people. Being a Doctor, Search and Rescue, or anybody that has the job of saving another life…is hard.

Megatron has more than once told Knockout that you were a lost cause, telling him to shut you down and throw you out the airlock when he had the chance. He was going to do it the first month…but hesitated. Knockout hates himself for not ending your life sooner, as you have been diagnosed with PTSD and depression from the incident. Unfortunately, you have been so nice to Breakdown whenever you weren't trying to break out of the medical bay. Breakdown told you many stories of fun times to help you forget what happened, and it helps a lot. You tell him stories about your days in training, and how people usually were goofing around. Knockout couldn't take Breakdown's friend away, so he sucked it up and hid you. After the second month passed, you were in a private medical lab to hide you from Megatron. Knockout lied to him about getting rid of you and slowly give you successful surgeries to repair you. Nothing can give them more pleasure than to see you smile, knowing you are one step ahead to get out and do your job again. Having a free hand to do stuff with, you help Knockout with folding stuff and reading new edition medical books when he is busy. He doesn't have enough time to learn more about being a medical doctor when Megatron is keeping him at work 24/7. Knockout may be a sassy know it all, but he actually goes in stasis only 4 to 5 hours daily. Knockout rarely has time to sleep, and needs to keep going on missions or testing some chemicals that Megatron wants him to have.

It has now been five months, the leg surgery is tomorrow and you see Breakdown coming in after a scouting mission. He gives you the news that Knockout is going to be late for dinner today (you all have been eating together everyday now to catch up on things). You understand Knockout's busy schedule, but it was still sad to see him not be able to do things he likes now a days. "I have had it with Lord Megatron and keeping him away from his birth! Let me speak to hi-" You were going to sit up when Breakdown puts a hand on your shoulder and leans you back on the pillow. "Nope, he would kill all three of us if he figured out you were alive y/n. Keep yourself at bay." He hears you give him a joking huff and grabs his servo with yours. You look up at him and give him a supportive pat on the servo. "Once I heal, I will dump a whole bucket of scraplets on that man." Both of you get a little chuckle, knowing damn well you would never do such a thing.

Breakdown gave you food and both of you started to drink what you had when the topic got serious. Breakdown asks you if you really would want to go back to being a search and rescue. You put the cube down on your lap, looking at him like he just asked you a simple math question. "Of course! It was one of the many things in my life that I pride myself in doing." Breakdown looks down at his energon he didn't drink. "No I mean, what if you get into another accident? You won't be able to live next time it happens." You stop to think about what he said. Well yeah, it was a surprise that anyone could find you the first time. Knowing you could even live with your injuries was lucky. Some would even say you were given a chance by Primus. "I can be more careful next time." Trying to comfort Breakdown was the best you can do. The war is nothing, but death. There is always a way for you to be injured again even if you don't go back to your job.

"No you won't." Breakdown and you both hear a stern tone and look to see Knockout, who had just come back from Megatron's talk. He gives you a glare. "Don't lie, when all you have been doing was injure yourself every time you try to leave this place." You didn't know where this was coming from. Knockout usually wouldn't say anything or make a snarky comment to you whenever you say you were ok. He doesn't seem to be in the mood for light hearted responses from you. Breakdown gets up and sets his drink down. "Knockout what happened?" You see Knockout's expression changed from serious, to grumpy real quick. "Nothing, but I don't want to hear anything about you, y/n, wanting to go back to your old position again." You put your free healed hand up in surrender. "Look I was just saying I can do lighter jobs! I can stay clear of mines for now and just go back to the basics. I use to just come into battle fields after they ended to find people. I can start doing that again." You tried your best not to get on Knockout's bad side. You have no idea this would trigger him. You never saw him angry before. He walks over to his desk and tosses a few files next to the computer. He does not sound anymore calm than he was a few minutes ago. "That will just turn into you doing dangerous stunts again. I am not stupid." Breakdown walks to him from behind and sets a servo on him, about to say something, but got interrupted by Knockout turning to face you. "Y'know I have the authority to take you out of the position? I can right now sign your time of death and send you out of the solar system to keep you from trying to destroy yourself again?" Your optics turn narrow, giving him a serious look. "You better not! I can't leave when I can do something for our peopl-" Knockout interrupts you again. "Stop caring about lives that don't matter anymore!"

…

It has been a few days after the argument. Your surgery was delayed and the only person who has been visiting you was Breakdown. You still have no idea where Knockouts anger came from. Breakdown tries to tell you he didn't mean it, but you told him you didn't want to hear it from someone else. You wanted to talk to Knockout about it, but he has been avoiding your room ever since. Your leg has been needing another dose of medication to stop it from hurting. The pills were next to the Medbay birth, in reach for you to grab. You sleepily try to grab it with your free servo, hissing when you feel your leg stinging from rubbing against the blanket. Your digits nudge the medicine bottle, when it drops to its side and rolls off the table. "Frag". You look back up at the ceiling, now having to wait for a few hours before Breakdown can come back in. You wish you could get Knockout's attention, but him not being in the room is going to be hard to get him here. You already tried to com him, but he won't answer. You thought first that it was because he is still in a sour mood, but honestly the Star that human's call a sun just came out of the clouds, he probably just got back to sleep after a full night of missions.

Closing your optics, you try to get yourself some rest as well, but you hear footsteps walk in the room. It was odd because Breakdown shouldn't be here this early in the morning. Thank primus they were light footsteps, because you would assume Megatron found you if they sounded heavy. You feel your servo being gently grabbed by another. You open your optics to see Knockout next to your side, having the medicine that was on the floor in his other servo. You don't know if you should speak, his face shows he hasn't really slept good (worse than usual). He looks at you with his red pupils and his expression goes soft. "Hey…" You gave him a supportive rub on his servo with your digits, motioning to him to continue. "Y/n…how do you do it?" You gave him a look of confusion, lifting your head just a bit to show him that he has your attention. He stops looking at you and looks down at your leg, grabbing a cup and opening the medicine bottle. "How do you not feel…empty after so many lives taken from you." The feeling of sorrow and love washes over you. Was this why he was mad? Was he jealous of your hope? You let go of his servo and press your hand against his cheek. "Oh Knockout, you think I haven't lost my will yet?" He looks up at you, his ears twitching a bit of hearing your words. You give him a soft smile. "When I find people who haven't perished yet, I don't try to prolong their pain anymore. I use to…but now, I try to hold them and say whatever they want to hear before they pass. Some mechs just need to hear how proud their mentors are, how they will meet their friends again in the Allspark, others just wanting to be promised to have a respectful burial." You rub your digits on Knockout's upper cheek. "My job is to give them closure…nothing more."

He gives you a look of understanding. Breakdown walked in as you were talking and now has his servos on Knockout's shoulders for support. Knockout lets a sigh out. "I just wish you could give the same care to yourself." You nod. Honestly you needed to hear that. There has been no self care for you in years. It was just other people that was your priority, but having a break to yourself was always seemed useless to the cause. Breakdown, Knockout, and you eat together, finally back together after a bit of a bump in your relationship. You think for a moment and look to Knockout. "Were you angry from what I said or was it something else?" Knockout smiles to himself, knowing his anger was from something dumb. "No, Starscream told Megatron I do nothing and is just lazy. Megatron talked to me about demotion, but I saved it by showing him my paperwork." You look back at your energon cube and think for a second before looking at Breakdown. "Hey that bucket of scraplets wasn't too bad of an idea after all."

#maccadam #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #knockout #knockout x y/n #breakdown #breakdown x reader

34 notes · View notes

starstruck-sillies · 3 days ago

Text

I have no fucking clue how long I've been fronting for or when the hell that happened, but I have WORDS to say rn.

I am PISSED at created systems. I genuinely can't stand them. I just. GOD.

"I made an alter to cope!" Either that alter formed in a way you *thought* you were doing intentional but weren't, or it's not a fucking alter. You don't just fucking will them into existence. You can't just create dissociative parts because "you feel like it" and even if you could, what the fuck are you doing??? Why would you deliberately do that to yourself. Don't fucking encourage dissociation, that's an awful fucking idea that WILL hurt you. You're actively making things worse for yourself and giving others tips on how to fuck themselves up too. What the FUCK

"I made an alter because I was lonely!" You're maladaptive daydreaming, that's not the same as a fucking alter. Also, ALTERS WON'T FIX LONELINESS. Can they be a good support system when you can't turn to anyone else? Yes. Do they make you less lonely? NO. It's genuinely so fucking lonely to be a system. I was isolated for so long my brain couldn't grow right. I was so isolated for so long my brain made alters just to be able to live like that. And you know what? It didn't make me any less painfully alone and desolate. It didn't help. At all. If anything I was even more lonely. ALTERS ARE NOT REPLACEMENTS FOR SOCIAL INTERACTION, STOP TREATING THEM LIKE THEY ARE. Even if you could somehow make alters, they wouldn't make you any less fucking lonely.

"I made an alter to help my existing system!" Triggering a split deliberately is a horrible fucking idea, possible or not. Once again, you can't just make an alter, and even if you could, DON'T FUCKING DO THAT TO YOURSELF. This one genuinely perplexes me bc like. You're suppose to know what it's like to have alters. Why would you want more of them. (Note from Milkyway; this isn't to say this means you're faking having a CDD, in fact I think it could be a similar thing to wanting more trauma for one reason or another, which is a fairly common trauma symptom, especially in CDD systems, as well as one we experience. This doesn't mean it's at ALL a good idea to indulge in or encourage these thoughts, but this one likely does have a reasonable cause)

"I made an alter because I like the vibe of this character/species/other thing!" ..What?? I???

I just fucking HATE created systems they piss me off so fucking much. I can't fucking stand that they take something from OUR DISORDER and then make it look like some quirky fucking identity. Out of all endos, I hate willos/tulpas the fucking most. Get out of our damn communities and leave us OUT OF YOUR BULLSHIT.

-Reesa (IWC I am VOLATILE rn)

#I AM PISSED AND I WANNA SCREAM #first time in MONTHS I switch in and I'm full of fucking anger #I have so many words I wanna say and most of them are slurs /j #anti endo #syscourse #osdd system #syspunk #system #systempunk #osdd #traumagenic system #osddid #actual system

33 notes · View notes

radioactive-earthshine · 2 days ago

Note

Hi! Im sorry if this is a silly question but I was wondering if you know what the Flash diabetes thing is? I've seen it around occasionally but never found out if it was a canon one off thing or a fanon group theory because on one hand I can kinda see it making sense although it would probably have to be re-worked to fit a speedsters bodily profile (in terms of their hyper-metabolism and all) but then on the other hand I'm reminded of the times I've read YJ fanfic and out of nowhere Bart is taking ADHD medication and I'm like.. he would not be able to take ADHD meds and actually feel a difference for more than maybe 3 seconds as seen with general painkillers and medication when he had the knee surgery with nothing. I just can't help but feel like, in canon, neither of these theories/situations would be possible but then again fanon is meant to be fun,, not serious etc. How do you draw the line?

Hello!

I have NEVER heard of it phrased as "Flash diabetes" but looking over the meat of your question it appears this is more about their metabolism, so I am approaching this as a metabolism question rather than a blood-sugar question.

When it comes to speedsters and their metabolism in the comics, it is very inconsistent and it honestly depends on the writer and what would be most exciting or inconvenient the most in any given scenario.

On one hand, the prevailing canon is that speedsters heal FAST. Their metabolism is so high they can get over broken bones, lacerations, even gunshots very quickly. We even have instances of them getting over drugs very quickly or drugs just not impacting them the way they should, because they metabolize them too fast for them to work.

The biggest in-comic example of this is Bart's famous knee surgery in Teen Titans v.3 when they were unable to put him under ANY anesthetic because his metabolism would negate its effectiveness.

Teen Titans (2003) #3

(Side note, the amount of laws broken in this scene would have probably shut that entire hospital down, licensees would have been lost, and Cyborg probably should have done jail time or at least been kicked out of the tower because holy shit the ethics.)

Teen Titans (2003) #4

This scene is one of the more poignant and famous examples of speedster metabolism being a medical foil as much as it is an advantage in combat and it is extremely dramatic.

We also have a more recent example of drugs just not working properly on speedsters, from Bart yet again in more recent publication history.

Young Justice (2019) #16

Sedatives or maybe even some sort of anti-psychotics only stayed in Bart's systems for so long before they wore off well before they should have and he was able to just leave.

If these are pushed out of his system prematurely, then it is extremely unlikely any ADHD medication would work on him unless they were specially made for speedsters which is not outside of any realm of possibility in a comic.

However... because these are comics and because these sorts of foils are variable and depend on whoever is writing them we also have some evidence that certain things do work on speedsters... but in heightened ways such as caffeine which makes no sense and yet...

The Flash (2011) #3

Barry had an espresso and got so hopped up and jittery he lost control of his vibrating for a while and ended up through multiple floors. How caffeine works on them, and in extreme ways, but other drugs don't, is something maybe a biochemist can answer which I am not.

We also have decades of publication going back to the silver age of Barry and other speedsters interacting with drugs, poisons, alcohol and them not working or not working properly and the above examples are just those I knew I could cite easily because I think about them a lot.

So returning back to the question of if ADHD medication would work... I feel like again in the comics they wouldn't work how they are supposed to unless they are specialized because even the caffeine did not work how it is supposed to.

But again this is fanfic and fanon so anything is possible and with this particular subject it wouldn't be too outside of canon to have ADHD meds work. Again any writer could also explain them as special speedster-strength medication then it is good to go.

I hope this sort of answers your question?

This is for the comics and the comics alone, no other form of media.

#bart allen #barry allen #my meta #speedsters #flashfam #the flash #dc comics #again this is for the comics and the comics alone

43 notes · View notes

mia-can-yap-too · 2 days ago

Text

Colors

Who? :- Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

Warnings:- Fluff, kinda OOC

♫:- Disco — Surf Curse

Truly appreciating life can mean looking around yourself, noticing the colors that are woven into every moment of your life. Colors in themselves can have a lot of meaning. Orange can mean the color of the sky when the sun sets, it can mean the leaves of trees starting to wither when autumn rolls around or even the cat you see on the way to your morning commute. Blue can mean the sea you swim with your friends in during summer, the blueberries on the muffins you like to treat yourself to or even the violas you see when you pass by the local flower shop every now and then. Life truly is a colorful experience.

Then why is your canvas still blank?

You have been sitting in your school's art studio for a while now, staring at your still white canvas. You've been demotivated recently, needing to paint but finding no inspiration, no will to do so.

Its been like this for a while now, you spending your last few days before summer break glaring at it, hoping that maybe if your stare was intense enough, a painting would appear right in front of you. You have tried almost everything you could think off; taking a stroll through the more scenic areas of your city, painting still life hoping it would light up the spark in you again, but alas, none of them worked. Lady Luck must have been ignoring you lately.

You are on the verge of tears when Miss Bachira, your arts teacher who also happens to be a renowned artist, taps you on the shoulder. Quickly, you gather yourself up before turning to her.

"Y/n," she smiles, "I would like to have a chat with you, if you do not mind."

"Oh." You blink. "O-of course, Miss."

She gestures for you to follow and then promptly leads you to her office.

"Please, take a seat," her friendly tone still present.

Have I done something? What if I've been hogging the art studio for too long? Am I gonna get in trouble? Or is it my art instead? Is THE Bachira Yu about to tell me how shit of an artist I am? That it was never gonna work out for me? That its so bad it can be deemed an abomina--

"I've noticed that you've been having trouble painting recently", she starts, calmly.

"Oh, yes, I think I've uh.. hit an art block, probably," you answer, trying not to make your nervousness evident in your tone.

"I see, it happens to the best of us. Though that is not entirely the reason why I wanted to talk. I've noticed that there is a lot of potential in you, and I would like to help you by guiding you through your difficulties and giving you a nudge in the right direction when needed. In other words, I would like to tutor you over summer break. Of course, you can say no if you already have plans or if you simply wish not to, I would understand," she looks at you with expectation in her eyes.

You can't believe it. Bachira Yu, one of the most wonderful artists in Japan, wants to tutor you?!

Your shock must be evident, as her smile turns even warmer than before.

You realize she is still expecting an answer.

"Yes, I would love it if you tutored me, thank you so much for the opportunity, Miss Bachira!" you beam.

Maybe, Lady Luck had other plans for you after all.

It has been a couple of weeks since summer break started. Your tutoring sessions with Ms.Bachira have been going quite well, too. Seeing her in her element, listening to her talk about her passion as she guides you through her thought processes for her paintings have ignited a spark inside you as well. It makes your fingers itch for a paintbrush, to pick up paint from your palette and smear them onto your canvas until your emotions and thoughts are conveyed on the canvas. Yet, still, your earlier issue persists. Miss Bachira tells you to give it a little more time, to take a moment to live your life so that you may take inspiration from it. Until then, she teaches you various art tips and helps you perfect your style.

You knock thrice before entering her studio apartment, not bothering to wait for her to answer the door as she now keeps it unlocked for you. You enter her studio, placing your bag in its designated spot. Looking around, you realize Miss Bachira isn't in front of the painting shes been working on, like she usually is.

"Miss Bachira?" you call out. "Are you there?"

You wait ten minutes before deciding to go look for her. It's not like she would have minded, as she often asked you to go fetch things for her.

You look in the main bedroom (after knocking, of course) and the living room before heading to the kitchen.

Inside, you spot an open refrigerator door. Confused, you go to close it when a hand touches your shoulder. Startled, you scream, which in turn, makes the perpetuator scream as well. Turning around to get a better look, you see a boy your age with familiar golden eyes and fluffy, brown hair with yellow highlights.

He smiles brightly at you. "You scared me, silly," he laughs.

You eyes are still wide open from the shock.

"You okay?" He tilts his head at you.

"Uh, yes?" you say puzzled. "You are...?"

"Bachira Meguru. Buuut you can just call me Meguru, since you probably call my mom Bachira and it must be pretty weird to have to call two people Bachira, right? I mean, I wouldn't know but I don't think tha--"

You cut him off, because you're sure that if you didn't, he would never shut up.

"I didn't know Miss Bachira had a son." His smile is still as bright as ever. The similarities are undeniable.

"I get why you wouldn't, I'm usually off at Blue Lock, a football camp. You must be Y/n, the girl my mom's tutoring. She's told me a lot about you!"

You blush, flustered. "She has?"

"Yeah, totally, you're definitely her favorite student," he chuckles. "You were looking for her earlier, right? She's just gone to get some paints she ran out off, she should be back soon, though!"

You nod, "I see, thank you for telling me, Meguru."

His smile seems to brighten even more as you call him that. "No problemo~! Hey, I was about to eat some ice cream, do you want some, too?"

"Oh, sure, I guess."

"I only have chocolate though, its the best, my monster agrees," he says pulling out two bowls.

You furrow your brows. "Monster?"

"Yeah, my monster, its my best friend, and its telling me that you have a monster too."

"Oh? Do I need to be exorcised or something?"

"No,no, its a good monster. My monster seems to like yours. I think we're gonna be good friends."

"Well, as long as I don't get possessed or something, sure," you smile back at him.

It was then, that Meguru realized, that he liked you too.

As the days pass by, you and Meguru grow closer. It started with him idly sitting in the studio, sometimes throwing a football against a wall and catching it as it bounces back as you paint with his mother. Smiling whenever you two made eye contact, making faces behind his mother's back in order to make you laugh and the occasional compliment on your art skills.

Soon it turned into you staying at the Bachiras for longer than usual. Playing video games together (you were an undefeated champion), trying not to laugh when you two drew portraits of each other (he named his masterpiece 'hyperpigmentation'), even attempting to bake cookies for his mom (you both ended up burning them). He tries to teach you soccer, and you try to teach him how to paint. You talk about your childhoods, why you chose art and he chose soccer. You listen when he tells you about his monster

He doesn't tell you how much he wants to kiss you all those times.

You don't tell him how much your'e starting to like him.

It was when you two were playing Uno, he asked you out.

"Hey, Y/n," he says as he picks up a card.

You hum in response.

"Theres a new Attack on Titan movie out, wanna go watch it with me? I'll buy tickets for us both!"

You blink, surprised. "Huh? You wanna go with...me? Are you sure you don't wanna use that ticket on someone else?"

"Of course I wanna go with you, silly! Its fun when you're around!"

You're blushing, no one has ever said that to you before. "Really? Its quite fun where you are around too, Meguru. Sure, I'll go!"

"Its a date, then!"

You both are too consumed by your own heated faces to notice the other's.

You both meet up an hour earlier than the starting time of the movie. He holds your hand as he drags you two to a nearby photo-booth.

He doesn't tell you about how he was panicking to his mother about how to style his hair (she convinced him to do it as he usually does) , whether to wear his overalls or yellow shirt instead (he chooses the shirt) and which pair of shoes to wear (he ends up wearing his usual pair).

You don't tell him how you were pacing in your room, worried if it was only you who were considering this as a date and whether or not this was casual for him. You don't tell him that you used your expensive perfume and spent hours on Pinterest for outfit inspirations.

He pulls you into the photo-booth after you both grab props from the stall outside. The first picture startles you both, neither being ready for it. Next one is of both of you in cat ears. Then come the mustaches, corny peace signs and heart glasses. When the last picture comes around, you gain a sudden burst of confidence and face Meguru to kiss his cheek.

His face turned red. "Where did that come from?" he asks, nervously.

"I-I'm so sorry, I should have aske--" you start, ashamed.

"No,no! Don't be sorry, its okay! I liked it, actually," he interrupts you.

In return, he kisses your cheek as well, even though there is no picture for it.

You take the pictures, a soft smile on your face as you examine them.

Meguru doesn't tell you how beautiful he find you then.

You don't tell him how you'll cherish these photos forever.

After the movie, you both find yourselves walking side by side, holding a popsicle each. Your free hands brush each other every now and then as you both recount your favorite moments.

"I really liked today," you say, seemingly out of nowhere.

"I did too!" His signature grin is on his face. "We should go out together more! Maybe we should go to the arcade next time, I'll win you all the plushies! Or maybe to the park, I could teach you how to play football! Or maybe we could have a picnic! Actually--!"

"Calm down," you laugh. "We'll do all of those one at a time, okay?"

He intertwines your finger together. He knows it might ruin your relationship, but he needs to do it now, or else he'll never find the chance again.

It doesn't take long for you notice him looking at you.

"Yeah?"

"Y/n." His face is more serious now.

You listen intently. You notice his golden hues shining. You want to tell him.

"I really like you."

A faint blush sits on your face. "I really like you too, Meguru."

"No, not as friends, as something more." He hesitates, trying to find the words. He knew from the start. When you didn't judge him for his monster, when you didn't make fun him when he couldn't stop talking, when you didn't run away when he wanted to hang out. He knew when he constantly wanted your attention on him, wanted you around all the time, wanted you.

"I don't know how to do this but I want you to know," he looks away as he rubs his neck. "I've liked you for a while now. I want to hold you, kiss you and hang out with you everyday. You make life fun, you make me feel seen, make me feel like I'm worth hanging out with. I know there are other people, people who are normal, who don't have monsters, who aren't weird like me. And it would make sense if you don't feel the same, cuz you can do so much better but--"

"Meguru, don't say that," your tone is stern and you hold his eyes in a glare. "Don't ridicule yourself for being who yourself. You are kinder, funnier and better than most people in every way. I like you too, dummy. I thought the way I was blushing so much was an obvious hint, actually."

You both laugh. This time when he wants to kiss you, he does.

This time when you hold your paintbrush, you actually paint. Because now you know how colorful life can be from experience. Yellow is Meguru's hair when you run your fingers through it, the duck plushie he won for you at the arcade and his shirt that you mended for him. Red is your cheeks, the red velvet cake he likes to eat and the strawberries from the picnic. Golden are his irises, his laugh, the way he makes you feel. Blue is the color of the violas he bought you. Brown is the chocolate ice cream you sneak out to eat together.

This time when you finish your painting, it becomes the best one yet. He knows that too.

#mia wrote this #blue lock #bllk x reader #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #bachira x you #bllk bachira #bachira fluff #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru x you

25 notes · View notes