#but i just ignored it until i was already in hell

[mimipolo]

i am begging

the «reuniting with your ex in the games» BUT it’s Nam-gyu falling for Thanos’ ex😭😭

Nam-gyu x reader

|This was fun to write but I'm not totally sure I did the idea justice

|Also guys when I finish all the requests I DO write for other Squid Game characters especially if they're underrated 🤞

It was easy to want to find a distraction during the games, the pressure of just wanting to survive and leave with a pretty amount of cash being the only thing pushing him forward.

But conventionally that's when he noticed you. It was during the 6-legged race, you had already formed a reliable looking group and were encouraging a frantic looking man. He didn't understand how he had missed you throughout the other games but now his eyes always drew back to you like a magnet.

You weren't even doing anything that special, just talking to that bastard's chic that left him broke. It was your soft look of concern for her that had him falter slightly, he was holding his food as he stared in your direction.

He wanted to talk to you, badly.

As he's biting the inside of his lip, considering whether or not you'll ignore him a familiar cheerful voice comes up from behind. Thanos lazily swinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at ma boy?" He asked in a playful tone, grinning dopily as he follows Nam-gyu's line of sight, only to land on. You.

His face screws up dramatically as he looks between the stricken look on his friends face and then back to you. Nam-gyu's about to speak up and ask Thanos to hype him up to go talk to you but he's not given a chance when he's suddenly being dragged towards him by both shoulders.

Thanos leans in to whisper, but he's still comically loud. "Nah man, that's my ex, total priss. Trust me you don't want that." But thing is he wanted it, and bad.

He's momentarily speechless as he glances between you and Thanos, torn between his loyalty and this new warm feeling you're giving him. "Yeah...uh huh." He doesn't mean a word of it, you're definitely going to remain on his mind until he can find another way to get to you. He's brought out his thoughts by a clap to his back. "Right idea man." He says nodding his head with a furrowed lip before spinning on his heel to bother someone else, most likely Se-mi.

He couldn't care less what he was on about, your smile was sweet and he felt eager to get your care and attention on him instead. Nodding to himself with a new found resolution as we walked to his bunk to eat his food.

It was honestly unbearable trying to ignore your prescence, he's high off his rockets but he's still looking up at the ceiling stupidly as he tried not to make it obvious he was actually looking at your way and you're only standing in front of him amongst a vast crowd.

Everyone was on their way to the next game, though the colours seemed to blur and blend together he could make out a stage which everyone instinctively stepped on. What kinda game is this supposed to be? His mind is too jumbled to decipher everything like he usually would and he finds himself easily joining in on Thanos' antics.

Blood smeared the doors and floors, the mocking song that blared from above ringing in his ears. All he really had to do was get into a group with the right number, that's all, if he could understand that at least he'd be just fine.

"Two!"

The child like voice sung out and for the last time chaos erupted. His gaze immediately moves to locate Thanos, they had been in every room together so far so he didn't think this time would be any different.

Apparently he judged wrong.

The purple head of hair making some unexplainable noise before grabbing Min-su by the shoulder and skipping off.

What. The hell.

He wanted to kill him, wrap his fingers around his neck and wring him to death, taking his cross as a reward. But now wasn't the time to fantasize. He was quickly growing irritated, cursing under his breath as he looked for anyone he could easily grab.

And that's when his eyes locked with yours.

You look as frantic as he is, and he's genuinely disturbed to realise that all he's thinking about is that you noticed him in this bloody situation. He's stopped in his tracks but you're rapidly advancing towards him, grabbing his arm roughly and tugging him towards a door, not even bothering to give him the chance to accept. He wouldn't have said no way.

When another desperate player tries to grab you to join their room he quickly comes back to reality, swaggerdly pushing the man away from you and rushing to close the door behind the two of you and locking it.

You're panting. Hair falling out your hairband which you briefly grab and retie. Finally your face rises to meet his eye, finally. His back is pressed to the door still, content on watching you do the simple action of tieing your hair back. Noticing your now slightly relieved gaze on him a helplessly boyish grin forms on his face as he swallows shallowly.

"Hey."

"Hi..."

His minds scattered and he's looking for words to say to you but he's cut off by the announcement that it was safe to leave the rooms. Seeing you lean off the wall to leave he steps aside, if he was sober he would've cringed at how you didn't even have to say a word to him to get him to move. He doesn't care right now, pleased to watch your retreating back profile.

His heart stutters slightly when you turn back to look at him with tired yet considerate eyes.

"Think the game is over, you coming?"

He breathes out deeply through his nostrils as he tucks his hair behind his ears as he speeds up to walk beside you. He was doing a terrible job of trying to suppress the smug grin threatening to reveal itself but you didn't seem to notice and if you did you were mostly unbothered. Instead prioritising looking around to see the remaining surviving players.

When your eyes meet with a certain someone. Sensing the shift in your mood he doesn't know why he's surprised to see a still cheerful Thanos leaving a room with Min-su meekly following behind. His mood clearly shifts when he catches sight of you, quickly approaching the two of you, shooting Nam-gyu a judging look.

"You bitch... who woulda thought you'd end up here when you left ya boy when he was at his worst."

"We're not doing this right now, I'm tired man." He scoffs and crosses his arms at your words, rolling his eyes as he rocks from side to side.

"Convenient of you to leave after the fuck up at the competition."

"Well yeah, you managed to find a new hobby I wasn't a fan of."

You spat the words out bitterly, only getting another tsk from Thanos as he tongued his teeth. Nam-gyu could feel himself sobering up and he was able to recognise he was getting to see you up close, how grateful he was. Even if you were scolding his best friend, that scowl on your face making his heart race.

Unexpectedly those pretty eyes turn to look at him questioningly, looking him over carefully.

"You close with him?"

God knew how badly he wanted to say no to have a chance of gaining your favour but an alliance with Thanos had still done him good until now, even when he ditched him. He bit his inner cheek as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

"Yeah..."

"I see."

Thanos honestly felt offended seeing how reluctant Nam-gyu looked to admit he knew him but before he could throw any sort of tantrum he's being ushered away from you and towards the crowd of disheartened people heading for the exit. A small laugh leaves you as you watch the two, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you watched them. That guy, he didn't seem the type to be around someone like your ex, at least from what you saw today.

Everyone's currently catching their breaths and mourning those they lost. Thanos was occupied with rapping random lyrics at Se-mi and Min-su, meaning a great opportunity to potentially sneak off and see you. He wouldn't ask for anymore of those pills, he needed full focus right now, and this time analyse every curve of your face to the t.

Se-mi spares him a mean side glance as she notices him slipping away, only sighing and leaning her cheek on her palm. She couldn't care less for where he was going but she wouldn't lie and say she wasn't slightly surprised to see the man leave his dictator's side without an announcement.

You're sitting on the edge of one of the bunks, mindlessly staring towards the floor, the small group of friends you had made had been illuminated in the last game and it had left your last source of community disjointed and broken.

Your head perks up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, your brows raising slightly when you find it's the guy from before. You smile lightly at him and he swears he's found the meaning of life.

"We were a pretty good duo in that last game huh?"

"Guess you could say that."

"I was uh thinking. I could try and convince Thanos to let you in our group. I know he's-"

"I'm good."

Your blatant rejection stung more than it should, instinctively tucking his hair behind his ears.

"Thanks though, I appreciate the thought."

"Oh, course."

Immediately he forgets about all the ways he could try and convince you. Spacing out at your oddly gentle sounding words that had him strung on each syllable. He's dumbly nodding as he looks up at you with his hands peaking out his tracksuit.

"You're not as bad as him."

You say honestly, you knew of your ex's right hand but he had never particularly stood out to you until now, and at his luck in a generally good light. Tilting your head at him at his silence you sigh and lean back on your hands.

"You shouldn't listen to him too much."

"Right, yeah."

"What's your name by the way, mines [Name]."

He hadn't realised that you didn't know he already knew your name. It took several on the low eavesdropping sessions but it was a prize he proudly acquired himself. Chuckling sarcastically at himself he realised you had also asked him his.

"Nam-gyu. I know Thanos is a dick and all but you can come to me... If you want."

He had an easy going expression on but his heart was racing and he genuinely feared it might stop right in front of you, he's convinced he's pushed this too far already, obviously you'd want nothing to do with him when he's literally best friends with your ex. Yet you chuckle slightly and give a soft nod in return, a knowing smile he felt he'd been waiting ages to be directed at him.

"I'll keep that in mind, Nam-gyu."

Fucking jackpot.

[pinievsev]

Seriously?.. no.

Pairing: Thanos x m!reader

Request?: yes - no (here)

Genre: crack (literally), fluff(?) I guess, idk, it's Thanos, man.

Warnings: uh drugs (it's Thanos). Lmk if I missed anything

What's this?: Headcanons + a lil drabble at the end (to make up for my shitty attempt at Headcanons) :>

As always, reqs are open, masterlist and guidelines in bio<3

©pinievsev on (almost) all platforms<3

- for one this guy's unserious more than half the time, so you two are a perfect match, looking all serious until you're jumping around

- he finds it really funny when you intimidate someone and as soon as they turn around you flash the goofiest smile, or in general when you switch up quickly, especially when he's high off his ass

- you don't need drugs to match this guy's energy. He could be high as a damn kite while you're sober and you two r' still the same! (He loves that btw)

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- when he first met you, even he was genuinely a bit intimidated, you had more tattoos than him and were taller, oh! and he was high as hell

- but then you flashed him a smile, and a playful "whatchu staring at?" And he was done for.

- he definitely makes you go with him to get more tattoos because he feels "bare" next to you ,in his words, and who are you to say no?

- overall it's a pretty chaotic relationship but there's still a kind of silent understanding to it that others would never comprehend, and you know what, it's fine.

- because once Thanos starts to like you, love you even, it's you two against the world.

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Now onto the drabble! ↓

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“This is bullshit,” you think, lying on the stiff, unforgiving mattress of your bunk. The ceiling stares back at you, blank and indifferent. Stupid children’s games.

You roll onto one side—nothing. The other—still nothing. Sleep, it seems, has decided to ghost you yet again tonight.

Hours stretch like molasses, each second dragging slower than the endless days in this place. Toss, turn, sit up, lie back down—nothing works. It's a war of attrition, and you’re losing.

By the time morning creeps in, you're still there, an arm draped over your eyes, feigning ignorance of the world. Then, a familiar weight dips the edge of your bunk near your feet. You don’t need to look to know who it is.

Your boyfriend, Thanos—Choi Su-Bong. He’s probably already swallowed one of those damn pills, prepping himself for another round of these twisted “games.”

“Don’t start,” you mutter, your voice heavy with exhaustion. His only response is a breathy giggle.

“What’s got your panties in a twist today, ma?” he teases, grinning that maddening grin. Ma. He still calls you that, despite knowing you're a guy. It grated on your nerves at first, but somewhere along the way, you found yourself warming to it.

“Oh, I don’t know!” you shoot back, sarcasm sharp as a blade. Sitting up reluctantly, you meet his gaze. Even through his dreamy, drugged haze, he registers the shift in your tone. His eyes widen slightly. You’re serious for once.

“Maybe the fact that we’re stuck in some—”

“—some random place playing kid’s games for our lives,” he finishes for you, sighing dramatically as he pouts like a child.

You’ve heard him parrot that line more times in the past two days than you care to count.

“Lighten up~!” he chirps, swinging his legs over the edge of your bunk, his voice lilting with that familiar, infuriating cheer. “You’ve got me. You’ll be fine~!”

You can’t help it—a chuckle escapes you. That stupid grin of his, the one that somehow worms its way under your skin and into your heart, does its magic again. Against all odds, it makes you smile.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” you mutter, your voice tinged with reluctant amusement. “The ‘Thanos World,’ right?”

“Hell yeah!” he crows, flashing you a grin so wide it feels like it could split his face.

And somehow, despite the nightmare you’re trapped in, he makes it feel just a little less terrifying.

[taintedcigs]

— morning routine (modern!s.h. x reader)

pairing: modern!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: basically, that scene in greys anatomy where meredith snores and keeps waking up derek but instead of them it's reader who just moved in with steve. (and robin duh) idk how to explain it but i tried to give it a spin idk if i succeeded. this is just FLUFFY AND cheesy. and tbh its only modern!steve cuz i added one (1) stupid twilight joke. SUE ME OK!!!!

warnings: just pure fluff. domestic!steve. tooth-rottingly sweet. cheesy af. some kissing. does snoring count idk. steve is an adorable idiot. also makes a dirty joke bc he is immature (and so am i.) kissing. idk. allude to smut but nothing described at all. not proof-read ignore all mistakes cuz i wrote this mess in like 20 mins and cant read it back cuz i cant do it without criticizng everything so im just gonna post okkkkiii bye hope u guys enjoy it (wc: 1.3k+)

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It hadn't been that long since you’d settled into Steve and Robin’s place. You’d initially been nervous about it, about whether everything would work out or not.

But soon enough, things were already starting to fall into place—especially in the mornings.

A perfect routine.

The illuminating rays of sunshine would seep through the cracks in the blinds, glowing the cozy room you and Steve now called yours. And the overwhelming aroma of the coffee Robin always brewed too early, signaling to you that it was time to wake up.

You stirred slightly, mind slowly drifting out of the haze of sleep until you noticed something—rather someone in your periphery.

Eyes fluttering open, you squinted against the soft light, and you were instantly met with Steve’s warm gaze at you, his head propped on one hand as he lay beside you.

“Steve! What the hell?” you exclaimed, groggily shoving his shoulder with a laugh. “Are you watching me sleep, you creep?”

Steve’s lips curled into a lazy, boyish grin, one that you couldn’t resist smiling back at. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, not even bothering to deny it.

“What are you? Edward Cullen?” you teased.

That earns a good chuckle out of him, eyes crinkling at the corners before he mumbles out a “Mornin', honey.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your velvety lips before pulling back to gawk at you again, cheeks dimpling adorably.

A giggle bubbles up from your chest as you swat at him, though your heart squeezes.

The most dreamy.

“How did you wake up before the alarm?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep.

Steve shrugs, grin never faltering. “I’m a light sleeper.”

“Something woke you up?”

When he doesn't answer, “What?” you press, brows furrowing.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “’S no big deal,” he assures, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s just that...” He pauses, biting his lip to hold back a grin.

“You just... snore.... a little bit.” He squints, pinching his thumb and forefinger together.

You shot upright in bed. “What? I do not!” you protest.

“Yes, you do,” Steve says, grin widening as he clearly enjoys your reaction.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!” he counters back.

“Honestly, it’s adorable that such a tiny person can make such a big sound.”

You gasp, “Jerk!” Swatting at him when he leans in for a kiss. He laughs, dodging your swipe, smile as infuriating as it was endearing.

“You know what’s not adorable?” you shot back. “Those little twitches you do every night!”

Steve blinks, protesting quickly. “I don't do that!”

“Yes you do!” you exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest playfully. “You’re like a human earthquake. It’s scary, Harrington!”

He lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. And before you can say another word, Steve pounces, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his hold. Fingers tickling your sides mercilessly, sending you into fits of laughter as you squirm to escape.

“Stop it! Steve!” you manage to get out between giggles, your attempts to push him away weak from how hard you were laughing.

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Determined to make it up to him, you wore one of those nasal strips every night, for the following week. Convinced it was solving the problem.

Until you wake up, suddenly, and way before your alarm.

And even way before Robin's coffee. To find Steve's spot empty next to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slip out of bed, padding down the hall, curiosity tugging at you.

And of course, there he is, sprawled across the couch. Legs awkwardly dangling over the edge, one arm thrown over his eyes.

Idiot. You could feel a gentle warmth spreading all over your body.

This absolutely selfless, adorable idiot.

“You have got to be kidding me,” your exclaiming voice startles him awake, making him groan groggily.

“You slept on the couch?” You ask, guilt bubbling in your chest. 

Steve hums sleepily, clearly not awake enough to form a coherent response.

“All night?” That poor boy. 

He murmurs something incomprehensible, eyes squeezing shut like he could will himself back to sleep.

“Are those stupid strips not working?” You asked frustratedly, and Steve was quick to shook his head, the motion muffled by his pillow. 

You let out a sigh, narrowing your gaze at him, “If my snoring was always this bad, what the hell were you doing all those other nights?”

Before Steve can answer, Robin emerges from her room, hair a tangled mess and expression groggy. “He usually sleeps on the couch,” she hums, slowly slipping past you to the bathroom. “Sets an alarm and sneaks back into bed before you wake up.”

You blink, processing her words as your head slowly turns toward Steve. He’s sitting up now, looking thoroughly sheepish.

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he says softly, tone so endearing that it tugs violently at your heartstrings.

And that’s the thing about Steve, isn’t it? 

Always putting you first. Always thinking of you. 

You stare at him for a moment, dramatic theatrics melt into something warmer. A smile tugs at your lips, growing wider until you can’t contain it anymore. Walking over to the couch, you kneel beside him as he looks up at you innocently.

Without a word, you throw your arms around him as you begin to smother his face with kisses, one after another, until he was laughing too.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter between kisses, voice filled with affection. “Sweet, but so goddamn ridiculous.”

Steve grins, hands sliding down to hold your waist comfortably. “You know I’d do anythin' for my girl,” he replies, tone thick with sleep and laced with that infamous Harrington charm that makes your heart flutter.

“But, I swear, Harrington,” you warn, pulling back just enough to meet his warm gaze, “if you ever sleep on this couch again, I’m tying you to the bed.”

His brows shot up, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh! I’ve always wanted to try that one!” he teases.

You scoff playfully before adding, “And I’m getting you earplugs!”

Before you can say anything else, Steve suddenly tugs you closer, pulling you onto the couch with him. “C’mere,” he murmurs, voice low and tender. Plush lips pressing kisses all over your face—forehead, cheeks, lips, the tip of your nose—as he rambles sweet nothings in between, each one making your heart swell a little more.

“I love you,” he whispers, words melting into your skin like a promise. 

You can’t help but giggle softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair, “Love you more, you idiot.” 

Steve grins, fingers brushing off a stray strand of hair away from your face. “So…” He trails off, tone turning sly, brows arching in anticipation, “...about that tying up thing?”

You smirk, rolling off of him as you rise to your feet. He doesn’t let his gaze leave yours, chest rising with a sharp breath as he watches your figure. 

Without a word, you saunter out of the living room, hips swaying just enough to leave him frozen in place, staring after you like a statue.

At the doorway, you glance over your shoulder to meet his dumbfounded expression. “Well,” you hum with a sly grin, “are you coming or not?”

His jaw practically drops. “C’mon, pretty boy,” you tease, tone dropping into a sultry hum that makes his eyes darken. “You’ve been really, really bad, and the punishment isn’t gonna be pretty.”

His breath catches, utterly frozen. Then, as if the exhaustion he’d been feeling moments ago has been completely erased, he springs from the couch with a groan. “God, you’re fucking perfect, you know that, right?” he mutters, all with awe and hunger as he reaches you.

Before you can react, he sweeps you up into his arms with an eagerness that makes you squeal. “Steve!” you gasp, laughing as he rushes you toward the bedroom like a man on mission.

Finally, the perfect morning routine. 

[elryuse]

Bite Me & Own Me

Yandere Vampire Gowon X Male Reader

Tags : Vampire Gowon, Body Worship, Biting, Kissing, Dominant, Body Licking, Submission

Words : 4,422 Words

This Is a Commission Story for My Friend @starconstruction again, Thanks a lot for the support Bruv. I hope you like it.

The stadium lights flickered, casting long shadows across the empty seats as Y/n adjusted his earpiece, the faint hum of feedback buzzing in his ear. He glanced at his watch—10:47 PM. The concert had ended nearly an hour ago, but the energy of the crowd still lingered in the air, a ghostly echo of screams and applause. His coworkers had already left for the night, leaving him alone to finish the post-show cleanup. Or so he thought.

As he bent down to pick up a discarded poster, he felt it—the eyes. A cold, lingering gaze that prickled the back of his neck like ice. He straightened, his breath hitching as he scanned the darkened arena. Was someone still here? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head, brushing it off as exhaustion. After all, who would stay behind in this cavernous place after hours?

But then he remembered her. Gowon. The idol. The way she’d looked at him during the soundcheck, her lips curling into that knowing smirk as if she could see straight through him. He’d been embarrassed, sure, but flattered too. Who wouldn’t be? She was Gowon—a rising star, a goddess among mortals. Her beauty was almost otherworldly, her voice captivating, her presence magnetic. Yet, something about her gaze had felt… different. Almost predatory.

“Stop being paranoid,” he muttered to himself, stuffing the poster into a trash bag. But the feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it grew heavier, more suffocating, until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He turned, half-expecting to see nothing, but there she was.

Gowon stood at the edge of the stage, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of emergency exit signs. She wasn’t dressed in her dazzling performance outfit anymore. Instead, she wore a sleek black gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her lips—those damn lips—curved into a sly smile as she stepped forward.

“You’re still here,” she said, her voice low and melodic, sending a wave of warmth through him despite the chill in the air.

Y/n’s throat went dry. “Uh, yeah. Just finishing up. What about you?”

She tilted her head, studying him with those piercing eyes. “I was looking for you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Me? Why?”

Instead of answering, she took another step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. The sound echoed through the empty stadium, each one amplifying his unease. “You’ve been on my mind all evening,” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness laced with something darker. “That shy little look you gave me earlier… it was adorable.”

He swallowed hard, his palms sweating. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just—”

“You were curious,” she finished for him, her smile widening. “Curious about me. About what I’m really like when the cameras aren’t rolling.” She was close now, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral yet intoxicating, like roses dipped in wine.

Before he could respond, a scream shattered the silence. It came from outside, sharp and panicked, cutting through the night like a knife. Y/n’s head snapped toward the sound, his instincts kicking in. “What was that?”

Gowon’s expression didn’t change. If anything, she seemed amused. “Go see for yourself.”

Without thinking, he bolted toward the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest. The parking lot was dimly lit, the rows of cars eerily silent except for the faint sound of footsteps. And then he saw it—his coworker, Minji, slumped against a car, her hands clutching her neck as blood seeped through her fingers. Gowon stood over her, her lips stained crimson, her fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Y/n froze, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “W-What the hell—”

Gowon turned to him, her eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh good, you came,” she said, licking her lips. “I was hoping you’d join us.”

Panic surged through him, overriding every rational thought. He turned to run, but she was faster—far faster than any human should be. In an instant, she was in front of him, her hand clamping around his wrist with inhuman strength. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Her grip was like iron, unyielding and cold.

“Let go!” he shouted, thrashing against her hold.

She laughed—a low, melodious sound that sent chills down his spine. “Don’t waste your energy,” she whispered, leaning in so close that her breath brushed against his ear. “This is inevitable.”

Before he could protest, she struck, her fangs sinking into his neck with a sharp pain that quickly dulled into a strange, tingling numbness. He gasped, his vision blurring as darkness crept in at the edges. The last thing he saw before everything went black was her face—smiling, triumphant, and utterly irresistible.

When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the chains. Heavy, cold metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to a plush bed. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and something else—something metallic and coppery. He struggled against the restraints, his breathing quickening as panic set in.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Her voice came from the shadows, smooth and velvety, before she stepped into the light. Gowon looked even more breathtaking up close, her flawless skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She wore nothing but a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness.

“Wh-What do you want from me?” Y/n stammered, his voice trembling.

She smiled, running a finger along the edge of the bed as she circled him. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to worship me.”

His eyes widened. “Worship you?”

She stopped at the foot of the bed, her gaze locking onto his. “Yes. Every inch of me. And if you do it well…” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “…I might let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing as reality sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward, his lips grazing the smooth skin of her leg. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat through him. He moved higher, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. “Now keep going…”

And so he did, every lick, every touch, drawing him deeper into her web—into her dark, obsessive world where escape was no longer an option.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. The room was suffocatingly dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the cracked blinds. Her silhouette loomed over him, predatory and possessive, her eyes glowing with an unnatural crimson hue. He couldn’t move—not that he wanted to anymore. His body was betraying him, responding to her even as his mind screamed at him to run.

She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips curled into a smile, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. “You look so delicious,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with honeyed danger. “All mine.”

His breath hitched. Mine. The word echoed in his mind, sinking deeper and deeper until it felt like a brand seared into his soul. She didn’t just want him—she owned him. And he knew it.

Her hand reached out, slender fingers brushing against his cheek. The touch was feather-light, almost tender, but the intentions behind it were anything but. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Why is that?”

“I-I wasn’t—” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. He couldn’t finish the lie. She already knew the truth.

She chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and menacing. “Don’t bother lying, darling. I can hear your heartbeat. It tells me everything.” Her nails trailed down his neck, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “You’re scared… but you’re also curious. Aren’t you?”

He couldn’t deny it. There was something about her—something magnetic and terrifying all at once. He had tried to stay away, tried to convince himself that she was dangerous, that she would ruin him. But every time he saw her, every time she looked at him with those piercing eyes, he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Her fingers slid lower, settling on his collarbone. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice softening as if she were marveling at him. “So beautiful. So fragile.” Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “And all mine.”

His knees buckled, and he sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets for support. She followed him effortlessly, her movements fluid and predatory. One leg swung over his lap, trapping him beneath her weight. Her skirt rode up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh. His gaze lingered there, unable to look away.

She noticed, of course. She always did. “Go on,” she coaxed, her voice a velvet whisper. “Touch me.”

His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing her skin. It was warm, impossibly so, and softer than he had imagined. Her scent filled his senses—sweet and metallic, like roses dipped in blood. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“That’s it,” she murmured, leaning back slightly to give him more access. “You’re doing so well…”

Encouraged by her words, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky exhale. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Now keep going…”

He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh. Every lick, every kiss, drew him deeper into her spell. His hands roamed higher, exploring the curves of her legs, the dip of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending waves of desire crashing through him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”

He could feel her watching him, her gaze heavy and possessive. It made his cheeks burn, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. She was everything—his obsession, his tormentor, his salvation. And he was completely at her mercy.

Her other hand reached down, cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Do you understand now?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind. “There’s no escaping me. You belong to me.”

He nodded, his breath hitching as her thumb stroked his bottom lip. “Y-yes…”

She smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin that sent another wave of heat coursing through him. “Good,” she said, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her mouth was demanding, claiming him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He melted into her, his hands gripping her waist as if letting go would mean certain death. She tasted like sin and power, and he couldn’t get enough.

When she finally pulled away, he was panting, his lips swollen and tingling. She smirked, clearly pleased with the effect she had on him. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” she murmured, her voice teasing as she shifted her weight, positioning herself above him.

His pulse quickened, anticipation coiling tightly in his gut. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of what was to come. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her top and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin flawless and glowing in the moonlight. And her eyes—those piercing, crimson eyes—held him captive, refusing to let him look away. “Well?” she purred, running a finger along the edge of her bra. “What are you waiting for?”

He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, his hands trembling as they settled on her hips. She leaned into his touch, her expression softening slightly. “That’s my good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval.

But then her expression shifted, her gaze darkening as a playful smirk twisted her lips. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’re safe,” she warned, her tone laced with mischief. “I still haven’t decided whether I’m going to devour you tonight… or save you for later.”

His breath hitched, his heart racing as her words sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Make me proud,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “And maybe I’ll let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his hands still resting on her hips as she leaned closer, her crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could feel the sharp points of her fangs grazing his neck. She wasn’t just teasing him anymore—she was testing him. Testing how far he would go to survive. How much he would give up to please her.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his shirt before she tugged at the fabric, exposing his collarbone. He shivered but didn’t pull away. There was no point. She had already taken control of every fiber of his being, and he knew it. The realization should have been terrifying, but instead, a strange heat pooled low in his stomach, twisting his fear into something darker, more desperate.

“You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against his ear. “But not entirely from fear, are you?”

He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words came out. Instead, a small, helpless sound escaped him as her tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. His grip on her hips tightened instinctively, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, approving hum.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re learning.”

Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses along his jaw until she reached his neck. He could feel the pressure of her teeth against his flesh, teasing but not breaking the skin. Not yet. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. She’s going to bite me, he thought, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. And I’m going to let her.

“Do you want this?” she asked, her voice a velvet purr that sent a shiver down his spine. “Or are you too afraid to admit it?”

His throat felt dry, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally managed to speak. “I… I don’t know.”

She chuckled, the sound low and dark, and pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made his breath catch, and for a moment, he felt pinned beneath her stare, unable to look away.

“Liar,” she said, a sly smile curling her lips. “You want this. You need this. And deep down, you know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

He couldn’t deny it. Not when her presence filled the room like a storm, swirling around him and suffocating any resistance he might have had left. Not when her touch lit fires under his skin, leaving him craving more. Not when her voice wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her web.

“Please,” he whispered, the word escaping before he could stop it. It was a plea, a surrender, and she knew it.

Her smile widened, her fangs glinting in the dim light as she leaned in again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Her lips found his neck once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. He felt the sharp sting as her fangs pierced his skin, followed by a rush of warmth as she began to drink. His knees buckled, but she held him steady, her grip firm and unyielding. A moan escaped his lips, unintentional but undeniable, as pleasure mingled with the pain, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that left him lightheaded and dizzy.

She drank slowly, savoring every drop, and he could feel the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if she were weaving herself into the very fabric of his being, binding him to her in ways he couldn’t fully understand. He was hers now—body, mind, and soul—and he knew there was no going back.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and her eyes shone with a predatory gleam that made his stomach clench. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue sliding over the crimson streaks as she studied him, taking in the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.

“Mine,” she declared, her voice firm and possessive. “From now on, you belong to me.”

He nodded, his voice failing him as he struggled to find the strength to stand. But she wasn’t done yet. Her hand slid up his chest, stopping over his racing heart, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was equal parts tender and demanding. Her taste—metallic and sweet from his blood—filled his mouth, and he groaned softly as her tongue tangled with his, claiming him all over again.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched his own. He gasped as she nipped at his bottom lip, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin as she pulled back just enough to smirk at him.

“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “But we’re not finished yet.”

Before he could respond, she pushed him back onto the bed, following him down with a predatory grace that left no doubt about who was in control. Her weight pressed against him, pinning him in place, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze of desire clouding his mind.

He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers as she leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them. Her lips brushed against his once more, soft and teasing, before she pulled back to trail kisses down his jaw and neck, stopping where she had bitten him earlier.

“Do you feel it?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper against his skin. “The bond between us? It’s unbreakable now. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you’ll always be mine.”

He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her hands explored his body with a possessiveness that left him aching for more. Every touch, every kiss, every word was a reminder of the hold she had over him, and he was powerless to resist.

“Say it,” she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity as she pinned him with her gaze. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling but sincere. “Completely.”

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. “Good. Now show me.”

Her lips crashed against his again, and this time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was pure hunger, pure need, and he responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, arching up against her. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of darkness and desire that neither of them could escape.

She pulled away from him, her lips glistening with the taste of his blood and his desire. Her crimson eyes gleamed as she took a step back, her fingers trailing down his chest before breaking contact entirely. The air between them felt electric, charged with an unspoken promise that made his breath hitch.

“You think you’ve seen me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, like velvet brushing against his skin. “But you haven’t. Not yet.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, transfixed. She moved to the center of the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The dim light caught the edges of her form, casting long shadows that seemed to ripple with her every motion. He could feel the power radiating off her, a dark energy that made his knees weak.

She began to sway, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands drifted upward, fingers threading through her hair as she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. His mouth went dry as he realized what she was doing—she wasn’t just dancing. She was transforming.

Her body shifted, elongating slightly, her movements becoming more animalistic, more primal. Her crimson eyes glowed brighter, the predatory hunger in them undeniable. Her fangs elongated further, sharp and gleaming, and her nails grew into claws that flexed momentarily before she curled them into loose fists. She was shedding the illusion of humanity, revealing the true monster beneath the surface.

Yet, even as fear coiled in his gut, it was impossible to look away. She was mesmerizing, a creature of darkness and beauty, and he was utterly captivated.

“This is who I am,” she said, her voice echoing with a deeper resonance now. It wasn’t just her words—it was her presence, her very essence that demanded his attention. “Do you still want me?”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he nodded, his gaze locked on hers, unable to tear himself away.

She smiled, slow and dangerous, and began to move again. This time, her dance was more deliberate, more intimate. She prowled closer, her steps measured, each one bringing her nearer to him. The air around her seemed to shimmer, as though the room itself was bending to her will.

When she was close enough to touch, she reached out, her clawed fingers grazing his cheek. He shuddered at the sensation, the cool touch of her skin sending a jolt of heat through him. Her other hand trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching as they went, leaving faint red lines in their wake. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure, and he let out a shaky breath.

“Dance with me,” she whispered, her voice like a caress. She didn’t wait for his response, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. Her arms wound around him, her body pressed flush against his, and she began to guide him in slow, sensual movements.

At first, his steps were awkward, hesitant, but she led him with ease, her confidence infectious. Soon, he found himself falling into the rhythm, his body responding to hers as if they had been doing this forever. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only her, her scent, her touch, her heat.

Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, “You belong to me now. Body and soul.”

He couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her, his heart beating in time with hers, his breaths coming in sync. She was everything—the center of his universe, the keeper of his darkest desires.

Her hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, and he gasped as her fingers wrapped around him. Her grip tightened, teasingly slow, and she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his.

“Tell me you want this,” she murmured, her voice a mix of command and temptation. “Tell me you need it.”

“I… I need it,” he stammered, his voice shaking with desire. “I need you.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she tightened her hold, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “Good boy.”

She released him then, stepping back just enough to strip away her clothing in one fluid motion. Her body was radiant, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. She was both terrifying and breathtaking, a goddess of the night.

She reached for him again, pulling him close, and this time there was no hesitation in his movements. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch, every detail, committing it all to memory. She was cold to the touch, but the fire within her burned bright, igniting something deep inside him.

Her lips found his neck, her fangs scraping lightly against his skin. He tensed instinctively, but she soothed him with a soft murmur, her tongue laving over the spot before biting down. The sharp sting of pain gave way to a wave of pleasure, and he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she drank from him.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and she licked them clean with deliberate slowness. “Mine,” she repeated, her voice firm and commanding.

He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She guided him to the floor, her body moving over his with predatory grace. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her claws pressing just enough to remind him of her strength. She leaned down, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Now, show me how much you mean it.”

And so he did, every movement, every touch, every kiss pouring his devotion into her. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of darkness and desire where nothing else mattered but the connection between them.

As their bodies moved together, she leaned in close, her lips grazing his ear. “You’ll never leave me,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessive certainty. “Will you?”

“Never,” he gasped, his resolve crumbling under her touch. “I’m yours. Forever.”

[basicallyjeankirschtein]

Lost and Found: Toji x Reader x Sukuna SMAU

chapter 2: ditched

summary: it’s time to hangout with all your friends at the movie theatre! wait, where did geto and gojo go? this chapter involves writing if you’d like more context to the situations happening in each pic! if not, the photos can be read standalone

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idiots: toji, sukuna, uraume

my gf 🩷 oh and them…: shoko, utahime, yn, geto, gojo

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you looked around for any sign of your friends. you were more so worried something happened to the two, your anxiety heightened as you bit your nails anxiously.

“maybe i should check if they’re okay,” you said, already sitting up from your seat. shoko shook her head, taking your arm to prevent you from leaving.

“you need to relax. sit down and watch the movie, i’ll go call geto real quick.” shoko insisted, standing up before she sat you back down.

“but you’ll miss the movie-“ you pouted, in which both shoko and utahime scoffed with amusement.

“she’s seen this movie like 4 times, it’s alright. text us if anything’s wrong, sweetie,” utahime spoke, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek before she departed. you smiled at your two friends, unbelievably happy for them and their relationship. (you’ve been trying to set them up for two years!)

“bleh, so gross,” so whined, sticking your tongue out as they kissed. utahime just slapped your arm playfully with a giggle, turning back to the movie just as it was about to begin.

“don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine. just enjoy the movie, if anything’s wrong shoko will let us know!” utahime reassured. you smiled at her, nodding in agreement. you do need to relax! classes have been tough and your anxiety has been acting up, shoko will handle it, right?

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this was the third time shoko has tried calling geto, she even tried calling gojo once! this was getting ridiculous. neither of them were responding to her texts and calls, and she couldn’t see them anywhere in the parking lot, matter of fact, their cars weren’t here, either. she was beginning to worry something happened.

that was until she heard a ding from her phone. she anxiously looked down, expecting it to be geto responding to her, but instead it was a notification that geto tweeted?

shoko scoffed, unbelievably mad. has geto seriously been ignoring her texts and calls to post a fucking tweet? she had to see what was so important he had to post-

“what the fuck.” shoko audibly spoke to herself, her face twisted in anger. no way her best friend since elementary ditched her for some fucking frat boy. some frat boy both of them disliked! and now suddenly they’re ’inseparable’? after almost getting into an argument? what the hell even happened…

shoko was even more mad to see gojos tweet, they ditched them to get kfc? seriously? she scrolled back up, ready to respond to geto, though before she could type out an angry paragraph, her heart dropped when she saw yns response to gojo.

shoko frowned, empathy for her best friend and girlfriend swirling in her heart. gojo couldn’t seriously be that disrespectful, could he? why did they hang out with this man in the first place!

shoko huffed, writing her angry reply to geto,

within a minute, uraume responded to shoko surprise. shoko was familiar with uraume, they helped her study often! they also helped shoko come to terms with her sexuality and ask out utahime, with the help of yn.

shoko thought for a moment, before she decided to open her messages and text uraume about the situation. she didn’t want to ruin getos life- but he definitely deserved some karma for this.

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[swiftfootedachilles]

honestly i was so mad when i watched that orgy scene in s11 and at the whole monogamy situation bc wdym they're not already monogamous without having to talk about it? as if they're not borderline obsessed with each other and also jealous asf and they constantly was being pulled apart from each other through the whole show, how can ian or mickey want somebody else after all shit they went through? i just hope that they didn't actually fuck anyone and just banged in the bathroom or smth😭also when i see fics with gallavich/omc? 💀 saw this from a popular writer and i was like hell nah im not reading ts

no for fucking real those 2 are the most jealous men to ever walk the planet

on one hand i get it. they both had insecurities that made them feel like the other wouldnt want to only sleep with them for the rest of their lives. ian is the only guy mickey canonically dates and has sex with multiple times. mickey felt like ian would eventually leave him like he had in the past also multiple times.

so in the first episode the monagamy conversation seemed normal to me. they literally both specifically say "i dont want you to fuck anyone else" and mickey was obviously just waiting to see ians answer because he wanted to do whatever ian wanted. if he did write down "open relationship," it wouldve been because he thought thats what ian wanted. personally i think he didnt write anything down because he was still trying to grasp the concept of him and ian being a "normal" married couple that communicated heathily and didnt run away and flirt with/fuck other people when they got scared.... plus he actually cant spell monogamy hes a dyslexic with an 8th grade education

so that episode was fine on its own. if they wouldve left it at that, it wouldve been a silly cute moment in their bumpy marriage. but then the writers had to make that stupid ass orgy episode. first of all why the shit would they NEED to be friends with other gay men, and WHY ARE THE ONLY OPTIONS TO EITHER BE THEIR FRIENDS OR FUCK THEM??? IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE. DID THEY NOT JUST DECIDE IN EPISODE ONE THAT THEY WERE GONNA BE MONOGAMOUS?

i actually cannot stand how the writers (and the fandom by extension) cant let gay characters have their boundaries and be left alone. why the fuck do they have to be open to straight sex and orgies and nonmonogamy and being verse WHY CANT GAY PEOPLE HAVE BOUNDARIES. CAN YOU IMAGINE IF THERE WAS RANDOMLY A SCENE IN SEASON 11 WHERE TAMI ASKED LIP 'HOW DO YOU KNOW YOURE STRAIGHT IF YOUVE NEVER GOT FUCKED IN THE ASS BY A GUY?' AND THEN HE ACTUALLY WENT OUT AND DID IT??? YOU CANT IMAGINE IT BECAUSE IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN THEY ONLY DO THIS SHIT WITH GAY CHARACTERS!!!!

the inability to understand that gay people can also have preferences and hard limits actually blows my mind. and if you dont like it youre somehow a prude or dont understand the characters. actually i fear i understand the characters more than the writers do.

and im okay with showing characters experiment! but its very telling that in Shameless, it only happens with queer characters who are pretty fucking firm in their sexual identity and boundaries. why did debbie have to fuck a gay guy in season 11. why do ian and mickey have to be verse why do ian and mickey have to be polyamorous. why did ian have to fuck a woman to "truly know" hes gay. why did svetlana have to all but announce shes a lesbian but still date kev instead of just date vee. why does this only happen to gay characters!!!

the trope of queer men specifically being easy and dtf is why the AIDS crisis was so deadly. because queer men are so open to sharing sex fantasies and sharing partners and sharing needles, right? its just a gay problem, and its better for all of us if theyre dead anyway, so lets ignore it until it goes away

maybe not every queer man needs to be written as a polyamorous verse switch bisexual-under-the-right-circumstances only-married-for-tax-reasons-not-because-they-love-their-life-partner idk! this is a haters only area so if you dont like me hating why are you here⁉️

[yanyan-stuck]

hii!!!! i love your work so much!! }:)

if you're feeling up to it, could the john egbert fans get some food with trickster headcanons? sfw or nsfw, no preference,, tysm!! keep up the amazing work

How about both

Yandere Trickster John Egbert

-Being a trickster would make him even more delusional. If you tried to fight back against him, he would just ignore it and pretend it didn't happen.

-He would turn you into a trickster as well, as quickly as he could. After all, he feels so happy like this and he wants you to feel it too.

-He would almost certainly try to get you to agree to marry him as soon as you turn trickster. If you manage to keep your wits enough to refuse, he'll just keep asking until you give in.

-When in trickster mode, he'll be impossible to pull off of you. It doesn't matter what's happening, he's latched onto you like his life depends on it.

-If you hadn't already been kidnapped when he went into trickster mode, he would tell you all of the creepy things he knows about you, everything cute that he's seen you do. And, with your mind being as addled as it would be in trickster mode, you'd just giggle and find it adorable that he would find that much out about you.

N/S/F/W

-He gets just as much baby fever as every other person in trickster mode would. Luckily, that would include you too.

-Like how I said he can never be pulled off of you, if he's not cuddling you he's having sex with you. It doesn't matter what you would be saying if he hadn't forced you into trickster mode. It would work entirely in his favor that trickster mode lowers your inhibitions entirely.

-As soon as he gets you into trickster mode, he would want to be having sex with you. It's something entirely unavoidable in his eyes. It's meant to happen that he'll ask to have sex with you, and you'll enthusiastically agree.

-He would want to have a child with you to an insane degree, regardless of if that's feasible or easy for the two of you. Again, you'd be feeling much of the same way though, so you can't really blame him for anything he did while in trickster mode.

-If he manages to remember even an inkling of consent that you gave while in trickster mode, it would make your life a living hell when he's out of trickster mode. He'd either see it as permanent consent, or attempt to force you into trickster mode again in order to feed his delusions of you wanting and needing him.

[demonbloodenthusiast]

i remember seeing this post on pinterest AGES AGO

and i scroll past it and then i'm like hold on what was that and i scroll back up but then i accidentally refresh the whole page and can't find it ANYWHERE but i just keep thinking about it for months AND THEN MONTHS LATER i start watching supernatural cause i want the same feeling as i get from my fave wolfstar au fic but i don't wanna read it again cause i'm too sick for it AND I GET INTO THE FANDOM AND REALISE THAT ONE POST I CAN'T FIND ANYWHERE IS ABOUT DESTIEL AND MONTHS LATER I FIND THIS POST AGAIN

the universe truly works in funny ways lmao

[hauntingblue]

CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER (bark), THRILLER (bark) NIGHT

Usopp's outfit is so funny for reals

He got the whole squad laughing

Luffy enablers at it again.... (Robin.... I know.....)

The humor panels so far have been so good!!! God this arc is so funny

HE SAID IT‼️‼️

They look like birds 😭😭

It's just too good... luffy taking cerberus and zombies what can't he do

It's just banger after banger what can I say

Franky feeling for other people because of his guilt complex and sanji lying through his teeth and pulling out the women excuse to seem unaffected... yeah

Look at them.... look how they ate

Omg joyboy reference?? (No)

Sanji is rubbing off on usopp.... also chopper noticing that is sogeking's weapon akdhaksjak

ANOTHER SLAY!!!!!

Their priorities: I'm not strong enough, there isn't enough food, and nami isn't here

Franky going from wanting to kill brook for his jokes to making a joke like his after he hears his backstory... exactly (Robin was already enabling him before the backstory even fdagjsfha)

Sanji is altering his body and actually being on fire to communicate to us how fucking mad he is..... I need more of him going insane I do I do

My god what is he doing ALDJALAJALA

AHSAHAHQHAH THEY ARE THE SAME!!! naaah sanji wouldn't force a woman to be his wife

You cant see me but I am nodding my head in agreement over and over

You don't understand he altered his body to communicate to us how mad he is. He inploded himself and then reconstituted again. Those germa 66 genes are insane

You tell em usopp!!!! The first of many girls you've scared into defeat!!! Akdjqknql

Zoro zombie regressed to not trusting robin akdjaks he's still in there

ROBI-CHO SUPLEX??? HELL YEAAAAAH

There is zosa- [GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT]

Super frapper gong.... he is doing combo shots with frobin... omg.... parents....

Everything is so fun I'm having such a good time reading.... and then zosan angst like damn I am being fed well here

[quietwingsinthesky]

the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?

to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

no yeah i really love how every core 4 member got a real happy ending....except for ej

nini is happily pursuing music in la with her moms' full support

ricky is dating gina, a girl he calls "home". he's finally becoming more at peace with love and how to show it. he's learned how to not run from his problems. his parents are getting back together (???) and his drama teacher wrote such a good letter of recommendation that he was accepted into a community college

gina becomes a literal movie star and was able to change the filming location of her second movie, without any consequences, to salt lake so she can physically be with ricky, the boy she finally got to date after crushing on him since the day they met. she has a permanent home to call her own now. her mom finally showed up to an opening night and she was finally able to portray gabriella

and then ej...is alone (in a wildcat sense) at college, financially cut off from his family, working multiple jobs to afford it. he spends most of his season 4 screentime guiding and helping others (ricky, gina, miss jenn, madlyn) instead of an actual storyline and a lot of his lines were about how he's made mistakes and has to live with them

[satorugojoswiife]

for anyone playing the global release of phantom parade !!

Feel free to use my invite code: e6GUmUWzAPEJ (so we both get cubes lol)

Also feel free to add me to your friends c: I'll follow everyone i can back!! 2u5s28z8sven0

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[hearteyespierce]

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[rottenlittlefink]

Ngl it’s pretty uncanny how much of myself I see in Orel 😭 as an auDHD black girl back when it was still airing/showing reruns, hearing “I hate you Jesus, you rotten little fink” in ‘Innocence’ was honestly a canon event for me and my firsthand experience with being Directly Confronted with religious trauma induced moral ocd lmfao I silently cried for like a Week in my room cus I thought god was gonna kill me for coming across it lmfao

Another episode I caught as a kid was a rerun of “Offensiveness” and the part about eggs coming from “naughty lady places” rly stood out to me cus I was like okay… Im being seen… Go on… Cus u know how when u grow up in a Protestant Christian small town, then everyone thinks animals are inappropriate for like… having udders. And it was the first time i felt like I was given permission to question anything. Side note Miss Censordoll is literally why to this Day I cannot stand seeing anyone drinking raw eggs 😭

[bitchfitch]

For all the teething I've been doing on Pavo and Esti i haven't been able to like, actually write any thing for them recently mostly because I've been Busy.

But also because I'm snapping between like 3 ideas for them at terminal velocity and haven't been able to actually get anything written for them and it's like having pumas bouncing around my skull at mach fuck as though theyre house cats at 2 am when you're trying to sleep,