#flinching slightly from the movement but just trys not to react to it

[h0ll0w-gr0v3]

( cue HABIT literally just slightly kicking the bowl to DIS. *doesn't spill it, but he does just kick it. Sarcastic ass bitch who doesn't want to do this.* )

TAKE THE FUCKIN BLOOD, YOU BETTER DO THIS RIGHT.

– REGARDS, HABIT 🐇☠️

.. Oh.

[sturnsdarling]

boyfriend

{insp by @sturnioz au} smartand'mean'!reader goes to one of fratboy!matt's freshers parties, and has a run in with a boy that doesn't end well.

vibe check: violence, angsty vibes, nasty frat boy grabs reader by the face, fluff, protective!matt, aggressive!reader, descriptions of blood and fighting etc, smoking

1.3k words

A/N: this idea is based on this post that I saw. literally foaming at the mouth over this dude, they are THEM. also can you tell i have a thing for boys who will beat people up for you? yeah.

love and cigs, merc

The music was thumping against your skull, crowds of people around you as you moved your way through the party. Matt had called you about ten minutes ago, drunkenly telling you that he missed you and needed to see you, and after a good five minutes of calling him cringe and bullying him lovingly, you made your way to the house.

It was freshers week, so there was party every night at Matts frat, hoards of new, fresh eyed faces just waiting to be corrupted by the imfamous Sturniolo frat. It was awful, and not your scene at all, but part of being Matt's girl was participating in frat culture, even the bits you hated.

"hey, sexy, where you goin?" speaking of things you hated...a wide eyed fresher grabbed your wrist, pulling your attention away from the entrance to the kitchen.

You turned back to face the boy, brows furrowed in disgust, "not interested, dude, fuck off" you spat, pulling your wrist from his grip and attempting to walk away.

He was relentless, and shuffled after you, quickly stepping in your path and blocking your view of the kitchen. He cooed, grabbing your hands in his.

"don't be like that, baby, you're too pretty to be mean" He said, peppering touches up and down your arm.

you squirmed, pushing him off you with a groan, "I said, I'm not fuckin' interested" you repeated yourself as he stumbled backwards.

The boy chuckled, pressing his tongue to his teeth as a white hot rage of rejection washed over him. He came forward, grabbing your face in his fingers and squishing your cheeks together, his face inches from yours. Your hand came to his wrist immediately, trying to pry his gross fingers from your face.

"you fuckin' bitch, think you can touch me? embarrass me in front of everyone, no wonder you're here alone" He said, his breath hot on your face.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw Matt, charging through the crowds of people to get to you. A smug smile formed on your squished face as you looked back to the pig in your eye line, "actually, asshole, I'm here to see my boyfriend" you said, words muffled through your teeth.

"boyfriend, huh? who's that then?" The boy chuckled.

"me" Matt spat from behind the boy, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him down onto the floor with brute force.

Before he could even attempt to get up and fight back, Matt was holding him by his collar just above the floor, feet on either side of his hips, pummelling down into him, mercilessly clocking him across the jaw over and over again. The boys blood was splattered across the hard wood floor, and everyone at the party had formed a circle around the three of you.

You took a few steps back, shaking the feeling of disgust out your brain as you felt two large hands grab you by the shoulders from behind. You flinched, but as you turned, you were met with the deadpan face, but concerned eyes of Chris.

"you okay, kid?" He said, nodding slightly.

you nodded in response, "I'm alright" you said, following his movement as he ushered you behind him.

Matt was still going, he had lifted the boy up by his shirt, holding him inches from his face, "not so big now, are ya? puttin' your hands on my fuckin girl-" Matt was cut off by a swift punch to the face from the boy, the whole crowd reacting in sync

You inched forward instinctively, but Chris held an arm out to stop you, shaking his head, you reluctantly listened and stayed put.

Matt laughed, blood pooling out his nose and down into his mouth. Matt moved his hands up to the back of the boys head, raised his leg at an angle, and cracked the bridge of his nose off the corner of his knee.

The boy hit the floor with a thud, and was out cold almost immediately. Matt didn't stop, he laid a swift kick into the boys rib cage, and spat the pooled blood in his mouth down at the limp freshers body. The whole room was silent, the only sound being the heavy breaths of Matt, and a few small whispers about how insane he is.

"fuckin' freak" he said through gritted teeth,

Matt looked up from the boy and took in the sight around him, the entire party all gawking at him like he was a derranged animal. His eyes found yours instantly, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw you stood with Chris.

"take this as a warning to everyone in this fuckin' house" Matt yelled, turning as he spoke, "that girl..." he pointed to you with his ring covered, bloodied hand, "is mine... and if you touch her...well" he paused, looking down to the boy who was just about gaining consciousness on the floor. Matt grinned, baring his bloodied teeth to the room and gesturing with his arm down to the boy.

You moved out from next to Chris and strode over to Matt, wrapping your arms round his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands found your face immediately, pulling you deeper into him as he ignored the burning pain of your face pressed against his bleeding nose, your warm kiss acting as a soothing balm to his burning anger.

you and Matt were on the curb, after being instructed by Chris to go cool off.

Matt took a long drag of his cigarette, dried blood covering the bottom half of his face as his bruised knuckles bent on their hinges, his long, slender fingers holding the straight between them. You were leant on his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from your lips as you attempted to decompress.

"they all think you're insane now" you muttered.

Matt chuckled in response, shaking his head, "I don't give a fuck what they think", he turned to look down at you.

you shifted your head on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes, "do you think i'm insane?" Matt asked with a cocked brow.

you smiled, laughing softly, "yeah" Matts eyes widened slightly as he toked his cig, "but I like it" you added, leaning up to him as he pulled the straight from his mouth.

You captured his lips in a kiss, his cigarette smoke filling your mouth as you pressed your tongue against his. He let out a small groan, mostly of pain but also of pleasure, reeling in the way your mouth felt against his. You pulled away with a breathy chuckle, keeping his eye contact as you took a drag of your cig.

His eyes flitted between yours, slightly bloodshot and fluttery. You couldn't help but smile, he was so beautiful, even (especially) with a split nose and bloodied face.

"so" he grinned menacingly, "boyfriend, huh?" his tone was teasing, but his heart did a little flutter as he spoke the word.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, looking away from him, "you're ridiculous"

"you're the one that said it, not me" Matt taunted, watching your side profile as it was illuminated by the butt of your cigarette, refusing to indulge him in the satisfaction.

You were so beautiful, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he meant what he said at the party and a thousand times before, you were his.

"hey" Matt said, placing a finger under your chin and moving your face to lock eyes with him, "I can be your boyfriend" Matt smirked, his words soft, "if you'll let me"

A small smile formed on your face, your eyes flitting between his in a triangle between his lips and piercing blue iris', you bit down on your bottom lip, "okay" you nodded slightly.

"yeah?" Matt beamed, raising his brows slightly.

"yeah" you nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

Matts eyes fell to your lips and in an instant, your mouth was pressed against his once more. Your tongues pressing and pushing against one-another's desperately as he pulled you up and onto his lap.

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[sorrowedpickle]

Of the fittest

Wednesday Addams x g!p!reader

A/N: I was eating ham while making this

Warning: g!p, p in v, ooc!wednesday, bottom to top reader, top to bottom Wednesday

The clicking sounds of her type writer were the only things you could hear besides your heartbeat in your ears, your breath catching in your throat at every little movement one of you would do due to your sensitivity.

Your breathing shallow as you stare at the back of your girlfriend, it was slightly hunched over but straight up as her fingers moved elegantly across her type writer you gave up on focusing on long ago.

How could you focus with her pussy wrapped around your cock like something perfectly molded just for you, she had made sure it would fit her perfectly. Many times she had took her time to make sure you fit just right and were able to slip in with no worries.

Your hips buck up toward her, desperate to be deeper only to feel her quickly pinch your thigh with her well manicured nails. It was a sharp pain, though not too painful to the point it had you wanting to pull away.

“Hold still,” Wednesday snaps, her type writer sounds pausing and her sharp glare looking back down at you. You whine softly, grip on her hips tightening before shifting to get a little more comfortable.

Her walls warm around your shaft as she returns to writing, purposely squeezing herself around you as a way to torture you while she casually went back to doing what she was.

It was somewhat of a punishment for bothering her all day with your neediness, wanting her to bring you away from prying eyes and fuck you until you saw stars. She had made you wait all day and now she was going to make you wait a little longer while you were inside of her.

She had told you to wait an hour. Just an hour and you could do what you wanted, even then you knew you’d have to go at her pace but you didn’t care as long as you got some kind of release.

But it was starting to get hard, the way she had been moving around and squeezing her pussy to tease you for what felt like a lifetime was really getting to you as your hands as her tightly, most likely creating dark shapes onto her pale skin in the process but she didn’t seem to mind.

Your head throws itself back against the railing of her chair, groaning quietly as she continued to work on her novel while you dick was oh so casually buried deep inside of her. It was both intoxicated how she’d ignore your pleas while also frustrated when she’d force you to stay still and get mad when you wouldn’t.

Wednesday herself was regretting her decision of having you inside of her while she worked. It was meant to be a punishment for you but it seemed to tables were turning onto her as your cock twitched inside of her with your occasional bucking of your hips.

“Weds,” you whine, trying to pull her further onto your hard cock. “Please.” Your whine gets a little louder when you see she doesn’t react and you seem to get even more desperate as you shift.

She ignores that as well, knowing you just wanted the attention she refused to give you. “Wednesday, please, just fuck me already.” You whine even louder, as you stare down at the skirt that covers your view of her ass.

She ignores your plea and making you whine even more as you pull her further up onto your lap and pulling her down more forcing the cock into an angle that was deeper and had her seeing stars, she flinches slightly and her typing stops as she holds back a moan, gripping the edge of the table.

She quickly recovers and her head snaps back to look at you, a glare on her face as her eyes lock onto your desperate ones.

It was a warning, that much you knew but you didn’t care. She had been torturing you for half an hour and you couldn’t take it much longer.

Your hand reaches up and you grab her shoulder tightly, making sure she can’t resist as you quickly stand up. The sound of the chair hits the floor with a clattering noise as you push Wednesday into the table, shoving your cock further into her throbbing pussy.

Her body tenses and she claws at the table, eyes wide as she stares forward while her pussy squeezed tightly around you. You breathing was rigid as your front presses up against her back, hand keeping her waist pressed up against yours.

She shivers slightly at feeling your hot breath against her flushed ear. You were going to regret this later, she’d make sure of it. But first, she wanted you to finish what you had started.

You sit up slightly, hand pressing into the small of her back to keep her pressed into the table while your other hand gripped her hip tighter, pulling her closer to your pelvis if it were even possible.

“Fuck,” you whisper, voice shaky as your hips start to move. You start soft, allowing her to adjust to the feeling before taking it up a notch when the sound of her breathing increased as well.

You’d pull out to the point she thought you’d actually leave before slamming back into her making her gasp quietly, hands gripping her table tighter as small breaths leave her at your continued actions.

She felt so good, especially after being inside of her for so long and not being able to move at all. It shocked you, really, you thought it couldn’t get any better after getting used to the feeling of her. But no, every movement gave you a new feeling that shot through your body like electric bolts.

It was tantalizing, addicting even and you wondered why you hadn’t thought about what it’d feel like when you first met her. You couldn’t get enough.

Your head is down, pressed against her shoulder blades with your mouth agape with your hands roaming under her shirt to feel the warm skin buried underneath, hands playing with the hem of her bra before a sound you had never expected to leave Wednesday leaves her.

A whimper. The sound quiet and barely noticeable but you noticed it. Before you could even process it more leave her, nails digging into the wood as her ass pushes back against you for more.

And more you give her, pushing her further up onto the table only to have things knock all over the place while she pushes her type writer to the side with a kind of strength you or herself didn’t know she had to be able to push the heavy thing.

It’s not questioned though, you were too busy fucking yourself into her to really care at the moment as you scratched down her back under her checked shirt with face buried deep into the fabric as you listened to her soft noises.

You didn’t want it to end. The feeling of her wet pussy gushing against your cock, the sounds leaving her mouth getting slightly louder the rougher you get, the sight of her back arching under you or her hair starting to get a little frizzy as you fuck into her. It took everything in you not to cum instantly, not so quickly anyway.

You wanted to savor it all, keep it in your memory for later when you weren’t together or just to have there for when you were bored in class. You just wanted it.

And that you would do, having her fuck back against you with the same amount of neediness as you as you bit down onto her clothes shoulder to muffle your moans as her pussy engulfed you.

Her sounds got louder, whimpers and soft moans making you shudder and the feeling in your belly starts to grow bigger as your teeth bite down harder onto her, wanting more noises of pleasure to leave her.

Her legs begin to shake, forcing you keep her up by hips while one hand reached down and began rubbing her clit in fluid motions that had her body jolting as a loud moan left and her grip on the table tightened.

The feeling of her cumming onto your cock was insatiable. Her warm velvet walls getting even more warmer around you as your thrusting became more sloppy while you moaned loudly into her shirt, face burying itself deeper into her as you finally came into her, hot liquids filling her up as your hips twitched slightly.

Both of your breathing was heavy as you laid there against the table, your body pressed firmly against her as your cock stays buried deep inside of her. Not exactly caring about the sensitivity but wanted to keep the warmth of her around you there for a bit longer before pulling out into the cold and dark world.

You wanted to stay like that for a bit, out of it. One, because you were out of it and needed a moment to collect yourself and two, because you knew you were in for one hell of a punishment after. So, it was best to enjoy the feeling and moment while it lasted before being denied and in pain for the rest of the night.

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[moon-buggg]

SCP au drabble

set a week after YN gets taken to the facility, basic au info here

warnings: yn was kidnapped by an offbrand scp foundation after they didn't get killed by Moon and thats whats being discussed and im not sure how to tag that. Yn is a little emotionally dumb, flirty sun

no word count because I wrote this in the tumblr post maker in a frenzied haze

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"You are stuck here... because of us?" Sun asks, carefully, tentatively. His, frankly, absurdly tall body hunches over so he can be at eye level. Under any other circumstances, you'd be terrified of the strange creature trying to comfort you. As is, his presence is incredibly comforting; the sole friendly face in a sea of questionable actors.

"I mean, pretty sure they expected Moon to kill me," Sun flinches just slightly, ears tilting ever so slightly back, "so I don't think I was ever meant to leave this stupid place, anyways."

You'd fallen asleep in the darkness of what you now know as Sun and Moon's room, and had awoken to several researchers and armed guards preparing you for a barrage of tests. Those first few days had been a horrible mess of exhausting tests and tedious interviews as your white-coated captors tried desperately to discover what made you different.

Why you'd survived.

They still hadn't found anything, but at least the tests seemed to be slowing down ever so slightly. After an uneventful introduction to the more passive, daytime version of the thing they expected to kill you, it was decided that you'd be allowed to visit him once every other day.

Jury seemed to still be out on if it was worth risking another encounter with Moon.

"It's not your fault," you add after a beat of silence, "or Moon's for that matter. You're both trapped here just as much as I am."

A soft, crooning sound rumbles out from Sun's chest as he slinks back into a seated position that leaves him still about a head taller than you. Gentle lights pulse across his fur, barely visible under the harsh fluorescent lights. He seems to struggle to find the right words, before giving up.

Carefully, as if approaching a startled animal, he reaches out a hand. When you don't react to the long claws coming at you, he continues. Turning over his hand to keep those sharp claws decisively away from you, he runs his knuckles over your head in a clear attempt at a comforting gesture.

It's startling how much it works.

"Oh starlight, far too kind for a place like this." His voice is soft and quiet in a way that makes your face feel warm. You choose not to think about it too hard. "You shouldn't be locked away."

"Neither should you." The words are harsh and automatic, and seem to startle Sun who draws back as if burnt. His glowing fur brightens significantly, its starting to get uncomfortable to look at, actually.

He recovers quickly.

"There you go," the words are teasingly chiding, "proving me right starlight." He reaches a long claw out again, this time using his knuckle to gently boop your nose.

He bends, using his long neck to crowd into your space. It's hard not to feel a little threatened by those big teeth so close to your face, and Sun's widening smile does little to help. Seems like you can't help but feel flustered today.

"At least you'll have me to keep you company." His voice is just a bit too hopeful, like he's desperate for you to agree. Poor guy seems utterly starved of positive affection. The urge to comfort him is hard to ignore, so you don't.

It's easy enough to thread your fingers into the long mane of fur that frames his face. The feeling is distracting, it's so warm...

Movement brings you back to the moment as Sun leans ever so slightly into your touch. Right, right, you had a reason for this.

"We're in this together," you say in what you hope is your most sturdy, comforting voice. Sun's presence has done a lot for you in the few days you've been here so far, and you want to do your best to be a comforting presence to him in return. You don't miss the way his fur seems to glow brighter and hotter at your words.

Acutely aware of where your hands are, you realize that grabbing a giant monsters face out of no where probably wasn't your best idea.

"Sorry!" you quickly release Sun's face, your own face hot with embarrassment, "Sorry! I shouldn't have just grabbed you like-"

"We didn't mind, starlight," he interrupts, pulling back out of your personal bubble. His hand ghost over where you touched, smoothing the fur back down, "no, don't mind at all."

[bohbee]

Do you think you could do some genshin characters reacting to you flinching during a fight? 👉🏻👈🏻 Im not picky with which characters as long as Childe is included

Flinching During an Argument, Genshin.

Part 1?

Masterlist

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Wanderer.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, misunderstandings, past abusive relationships, insecurities, yelling, blood (unrelated), potential harming.

Notes: There are some kinds of spoilers for The Wanderers but yeah >:). Sorry for not writing for a long time, there's been a lot of stressful things happening in my life right now but I'm trying to write more :). There will be more parts to this I just don't know when.

Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)

The room which was usually filled with laughs and smiles now had a dark aura. Both occupants of the household argue with each other, in a fit of rage and hurt. "Ajax please just listen to me! I could've lost you!" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes, a shudder left your chest as your boyfriend's eyes darkened towards you. His boots took a step forward and he pointed his finger toward you.

"You always underestimate me!" A vein popped from his forehead, the air getting thick causing your heart to speed up. "Ajax I di-" He cut you off with a shout causing you to back up into the wall "No! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED THROUGH TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT"

He went to push the hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand swayed in front of your face causing you to cover your eyes, frightened of his next course of action. Your knees buckle slightly. Childe's movements came to a halt, and his annoyance quickly left, now filled with shock and pain.

"Dove... I-" he started to speak, his hands gently grabbing yours, delicately not to strike for negative emotions in you. As he moved your defense, he winced at your fear-struck face, tears he caused painting your skin. "I would never... ever harm you... I'm so- so sorry" He opened his arms slowly, trying not to frighten you, offering for you to hug him, and you pounced into his grasp. Small sobs emitted from your throat, "I'm sorry- I just don't want to -hic- lose you, and I-" your rambling was cut off by a small hush from the ginger.

"I would never leave you... I was being unreasonable, let's just drop it for now, come on I'll take you to the bedroom."

The rest of the day was filled with soft hums, and both of you enjoyed each other's presence. "My dove?" Tartaglia's voice was soft, you looked up to meet his eyes questioning him. "C'mon let's go to a restaurant.... let me treat you?" He said, well more of asked... still not knowing how much you were willing to do. "Of course.... let's go."

Diluc

Nothing was different from today than any other day, you went on commissions and came home to your loving husband. However, the crimson irises begged to differ. "You need to stop being so reckless! You've come home yet again with a new bloodied bandage!" His tone was deep, filled with irritation and worry. Though, that didn't do much but annoy you. "Luc, please listen to me, love. This is a part of working for the Guild!"

His eyes shot toward yours, pure frustration filling his pupils. "Every. Day." He started, his body slowly getting up from where he was sitting. "I. Have. To. See. You. Get. Hurt." His body was slightly in front of you, a two-foot gap in between your bodies. "EVERY. DAMN. DAY.!" His booming voice shook the air, causing you to flinch and stumble onto the ground.

A few seconds of silence went by until he kneeled to where you fell. "I am deeply sorry, I- it was never my intention to frighten you, my love." His eyes were filled with shame and insecurity, his gloved hand reached out to you slowly. You softly grabbed it allowing him to pull you up and into a hug, watching for your injuries. "I'm sor-" you started but your husband shushed you "No need dear, I must be the one to apologize. I was being rash, just promise me that you'll be more careful?"

You nodded softly and hugged his torso a bit tighter, the both of you stood in the common room for a while before he broke away from the embrace. "Why don't you let me re-bandage your injuries and then after we can go for a walk?"

As the day continued on, the well-known couple could be seen walking down the paths of the outskirts of Monstadt. Hand in hand, soft delicate smiles painting both of their features.

Kaeya

Sadly, petty arguments with Kaeya always happened, it was all fine though. None of it really went far, that is until now. The two of you were in his office at the KOF building, snapping at each other. Snarky comments and shouts were heard throughout the whole building, though no one dared to enter not even Lisa nor Jean.

"You are being unreasonable!" you shouted at the blue-haired male who only scoffed back, he stood from his seat and turned his back away from you. "For the last time, now listen real closely and get it through your more than thick skull." He slowly turned towards you, his deep frustrated tone quickly shutting you up. "She was NOT flirting with me, just because you're insecure does not mean you get to PROJECT your feelings on me nor the poor lady who was being nice."

His words made you wince, stepping back in shock as you look up into his eyes with hurt, no more than hurt..... betrayal "oh." Your head bobbed in a quick nod as you went to leave the room. "W-wait.... (y/n) shit... I didn't mean-" he chased after you. The people in the city watched in shock which only rubbed the salt more in your wound.

You finally made it to your home, your boyfriend rushing in behind you. No words were spoken, his strong arms yanked you into a hug as you sobbed into his chest. "I....... I am so so sorry snowflake......" your loud cries pulled at his heart strings. After gathering your emotions, you went to respond, feeling guilty for the situation. "You were ri-" his soft lips slammed onto yours, effectively stopping your words. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

The two of you made an executive decision to take some time off together in which Jean more than happily approved of. The two of you were now in the amazing city of Sumeru, sitting together in the Grand Bazaar. Your head laying on his soft shoulder as both of you watch the amazing dancers.

Wanderer (Kuni)

You and the umbrella hat male were walking down a trail in the outskirts of Gandharva Ville, when suddenly a random root appeared from nowhere, which caused your body to fling forward into the ground. The Wanderer turned around slightly shocked, he laughed slightly and swung his hand to help you up. But the sudden motion frightened you and caused you to cower backwards. "I'm sorry!" you yelped out while closing your eyes, preparing for the hit that would never come.

Kuni looked at you shocked, no words left his mouth, he was truly stunned at the scene in front of him. You soon opened your eyes and looked to the side embarrassed, "I- uh- sorry heh, that's embarrassing.... well lets uh continue." You stood up and brushed your pants off and walked past your "new" boyfriend, expecting him to follow you. Though his next words, stopped your movements.

"What......" he paused before slightly hanging his head in shame "I know I used to... treat you unfairly....... just know that I am trying to get better." he muttered before walking to you and gripping the back of your shirt. "I don't want to lose nor hurt the one I love...." he mumbled before he slowly and awkwardly hugged you from behind.

"I know you are trying.... don't think I've given up on you Ku.... I trust you."

Over time, the two of you slowly dropped your walls with each other, becoming closer than ever. He was a completely different person than the one you used to date. Same face..... same body.... same soul..... just different purpose.

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I hope this is good :), I love you guys... also dude why are genshin characters written so WELL gah damn!

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers

It was genuinely so much fun to figure him out. (If I would care, it would almost be scary how many of my own habits I projected onto him, but o well...) I hope you will enjoy this little thing!

Toby Rogers

One word: Unstable. That is all you need to know about him. His movements, his moods, his sanity. All of it is unstable. Wishing you good luck would feel condescending at this point. So I´m just gonna laugh quietly to myself as I leave the scene of the crime. You are aware that this man is a disaster waiting to happen, right? Oh well, you are done for anyway. Byebye~!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He comes closer to you, leaning down to get on eye level with you, as you struggle to stand up again. Faster than you react, he already grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. Beneath his googles you know he is staring at your face, and even though you can´t see his eyes, it gets uncomfortable quickly. He leans further into your space, leaning to your neck. His fingers, jerking slightly, brush aside your shirt, as he pulls down his mask. Then nothing but pain, as he buries his teeth in your shoulder. Licking the blood away, he bites down again. Carefully circling the indents of his teeth, he whispers something about scars. Later he clings to you, demanding head pats and cuddles, and every once in a while, he will scar you again with his teeth.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

The scream ends in a gurgle, as he slams down his hatchet again, and again. And again. Again. He won´t stop. Blood is splattered all over the floor. It´s dripping from his hair and face. When his movements stop, he turns to grin at you widely. The wound on his cheek distorts his face even further. Hatchet still in hand, he grabs for the corpse with the other hand, and drags it over to you. You´re shaking as he simply drops it down in front of you. Rolling on the balls of his feet, he almost looks like a child. Nothing left of the rage, he had relished in only moments before. He looks like a cat who is proudly showing off his prey. You notice how his face suddenly seems to shift at your lack of an reaction, and you quickly lean over to inspect his kill. Thank you, you mumble out as you look over the wound, slightly poking them to get your hands bloody, because you know it will make him happy. No problem, that´s what a good boyfriend should do, no? Watch out for his partner? And you are mine after all! His sentence ends with a little laugh, as he crouches down next to you, to explain to you in detail how he slaughtered the other.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He flips faster than you can predict. Sometimes, he seems amused by the way you flinch away from him, whenever he moves to fast. Mocking your reactions to him, and setting you off on purpose. His laughter, a rasp that must hurt, echoing through the little cabin. There is no escape from him. Other times, he looks at you with worry. His eyebrow furrowed, as he slows down on purpose. You can see how he clenches his teeth, trying to suppress the jerks of his body. Something, that is not only not really possible, but also puts him in a terrible mood. You don´t mind the laughter or the worry. Because what you really hate, is the anger. Because sometimes he rages, when he sees you flinch away from him. He is up to your face, screaming, spit flying into your face. His grip becomes so tight, you swear, that you feel your bones creak. In those moments, you always fear, that he will always grab his hatchet next to put an end to it all. You hate it.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

You were shaking again, standing in the middle of the cabin, when you felt how his arm snaked around your waist, only to pull you flush against him. He was breathing against the back of your neck, as he seemed to relax. After a moment he also wrapped his other arm around you, only to rest his entire weight on you. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled away from you after a few minutes. You blanched, when he pulled you towards his bed. A happy smile on his face, as he pushed you down, climbing to lay on top of you, as close as possible. Obviously in the mood to cuddle, no matter what you would say.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Whenever he had a nightmare, you would be awake long before him. His sudden jerking of limbs right next to you, pulling you from sleep. Every time you would slowly sit up, not touching him, and instead wait for him to wake up by himself. Shuffling back to lean against the wall, you wait. When he would finally come to with a big gasp, he would look around panicked. It would only take a moment, before he grabs you, and burrows his face in your lap. Big sobs shaking his body. He would talk, but stutter heavely, thrills and whistles would make it hard to understand him. Never mind, that he was still slurring his words from sleep. This would be the only time, he would be vulnerable in front of you. Straight from a nightmare, he would use you for his own comfort. Talk to you, till he felt better, about whatever his brain had cooked up that night. It was easier to placate and comfort him on those nights. You had learned that the hard way.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He doesn´t seem to register the punches, the kicking. Ignores the screaming. He laughs when you bite him. Cooing at you, proud for you to marking – maybe even scarring – him like that. He bites back as well. Drunk on joy of how you seem to reciprocate his feeling for you. This is not a game, that you can win. The look in his eyes tells you, to appreciate that he sees your fighting as a game, that he enjoys scuffling with you. Because if you already can´t win the game, you would certainly loose the fight. And the consequences would be gruesome.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He loves the hunt. You can see it in his eyes, how much he enjoys it, whenever you try to turn away from him. To run. To escape from him. He adores the chase. His eyes glinting in delight, when he jumps up to chase after you. His feet carrying him securely across the uneven forest ground, while you stumble. He knows, that you won´t escape him, and deep down you know the same thing. His confidence let´s him be calm, while your panic clouds every thought. The woods around the cabin are familiar to him, while you struggle not to fall. No matter where you turn, you know he will still be on your trail. You can hear him whistling behind you. And when his weight suddenly slams into your back, his knees pressing into your back, as you hit the ground. He lets out a delighted hoot. It´s only slowly, that he will get off from you. Pulling you from the forest floor, absent-mindedly patting dirt from your clothes, as he pulls you back to the cabin.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He leans over you. At the moment you are still sleeping. Completely unaware of the intruder in your home. He can´t help himself, but to reach out, and softly caress your face. You won´t wake up. Not yet. You are a surprisingly heavy sleeper, as he just finds out, and it suits him just fine. He looks around your room for a moment, shuffling through your papers, rummaging through your pictures. There is a smile on his face, but soon enough, he looses interest in that. The source of it all, after all still sleeps right there. You scream, when you wake up. His face is covered, as you kick and scream, desperately trying to get him off of you. He doesn´t budge. He easily pulls you from your bed, and before you know it, slams your head against the edge of it. Your screaming stops as you dazedly look around. Everything seems to swim and dance. You mumble out something like that and he just laughs quietly, as he lifts you from the ground, half-dragging you from your room, out of your home. You don´t know it yet, but it is the last time you´ll ever see it.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He looks at you laying on his bed. Still unconscious. You´re breathing peacefully, blood dripples down your face. Not that you notice it. With a quiet sigh, he stands up to get a wet cloth. Carefully dabbing at your wound, he wonders why he even took you in the first place. His tongue clicks, more annoyance than tick, as his head rolls to the side. Settling back down into the chair to watch you, he drums his fingers anxiously on the armrest. He already knows how this will end. No matter, what he will try or attempt, how much he wants to trust in you. There is only one possible ending left for you and him. You will leave him. You will betray him. And he, in a fit of rage will kill you. It´s almost sobering, and he chuckles slightly. He always set himself up for disappointment, but he doesn´t mind. It´s always nice, while it lasts. You twitch, seems like this story is about to start. He doesn´t know the middle, but it comforts him, that he already knows its end.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

You had noticed, before he came for you, that the people you would get closer to, would vanish. They would become the victims of gruesome murders. His murders, as you had to realize later. The rage he felt, upon seeing you with someone else, drove him, to murder them in a gruesome fashion. It calmed him down tremendously. Toby would later talk to you, about his murders. Seeming almost proud, as he looked at you. Either not caring, or not recognizing the horror you would mirror back at him. Wide eyes, short breath. For him, you looked excited. And so he kept talking. Happy to share his stories with you. While you slowly realize, that you won´t get away from him alive. Not with how easy killing seems to be for him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

You watch his every step. But that isn´t surprising. You just woke up in this place one day. Him chattering endlessly into your ear. If the situation was any different, it would be easier for you to admit. Toby is actually quite sweet, when it comes to you. He has his mood swings were he is annoyed and in general aggravated by everything, but you also noticed, that he distances himself from you before that. You see, that he quiet literally bites his tongue, and just waves you away instead. His entire behaviour just tells you how much he adores you. He tends to sticks close to you. He listens attentively, when you say something. You´re always touching somehow, with how he tries to cuddle up to you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He was picking at his cheek again. Pulling at the edges of the wound with his fingers, when he clasped his hand in his lap to stop himself from ripping it open even further, he unconsciously started to prod it with his tongue. Toby was nervous. Terribly so. His eyes track your movements almost lazily. He perks up when he notices, who you are talking to and his teeth grit. When blood suddenly pools into his mouth, he opens it again, and carefully feels out, how much of his tongue he accidentally bit off now again. Not much. Lucky. It would be a lot easier if he could approach you. Felt confident enough in himself, to simply go up to you and introduce himself. He ticks. His head rolling to the side, as he clicks his tongue. It repeats several times, before it finally stops again. The stress is slowly getting to him, which only makes everything worse. After all, he is very aware of how he looks – his hair is disheveled, his clothes always dirty, there is a giant hole in his cheek and he looks like he hasn´t slept in days – and the habits he has – the ticks, so many of them, the stutter, and quite frankly the social ineptitude – that approaching you can only become a disaster. So he thinks of something else, as he watches you disappear behind your door, checking the lock quickly, as he leaves. It´s not a very good one. It would be easy for him. And well, once you´re with him, it can´t be that bad, right? With a grin, he hounds down your newest suitor, happily whistling, as he already plans to come back tonight.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

It´s hard for him to control his emotions in any manner. He tries sometimes. Leaves, when he feels, how his emotions nearly overrun him. But it never works. His mouth is often so much faster, than his mind can keep up with. He talks about blood and guts, and how fun killing those guys were. How much fun it was. All the while not even realizing, that you aren´t enjoying what he talks about. Sometimes he simply sits down next to you, refusing to say anything, as he simply watches how you move. He knows, that he will say the wrong thing again, when he opens his mouth. It´s inevitable for him. He can feel the tension building up in his body, and the sudden way, that it releases again. Sometimes it´s just a click of the tongue, a slight twitch, and other times a full body shiver. He never could hide, mask like other people did. With his body, his emotions. And over time, he stopped trying. He grew more careful, sure, but he was always true to himself.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You look at him. He is shaking, as he tries to take deep breaths. You can see, that he is trying to say something, but it seems like he has problems forming the words. His brows furrow, almost like he is in pain, and then he violently twitches. His head drops down to his shoulder, there is a loud crack, and you flinch away. You can see, that he suddenly looses his balance, and drops to the floor. His attempts at speaking stop, as he simply rides out the ticks. For a moment you wait, breath held, to see what he will do next. He is slow, when he pushes himself back to his feet. You can tell, that he is still angry, and his stutter is worse. „Go away!“ He points to the room, he shares with you, and you don´t try to fight him on it. You leave. Slide down the door. Only moments later, you can hear things breaking, screaming. It doesn´t stop. His crying gets louder, as he lets out his frustrations on the furniture. Nothing will be left standing in his path. You are safe in the room. Still scared.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You try to run, when he leaves the hut for the first time. You can´t believe, that this is supposed to be your new home or whatever he calls it. It makes you sound like some sort of stray animal, that he picked up on the way. It aggravates you. When you finally get the damn lock on the door open, you don´t wait for another moment. You´re out of the door and running. The forest is not familiar to you, you don´t even know, if you´re close to your actual home. A giddy laugh almost escapes you, that is tragically cut short, when the handle of a hatchet just barely misses you head. Ducking, you stumble forward. Turning to the side, you can see the man – What was his name again? Toby? – watching you. Though, you can´t see his eyes through his googles. He stands still for one moment. In the next, he is already upon you. Throwing you down to the floor, his weight enough to immobilize you. „Not now. Let´s play later, kay?“, with that he simply starts to drag you back. The hand around your ankle like a vice, as he slowly, but clearly not bothered by you, makes his way back to the hut.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

You swallow. Completely unnerved by the way, he is looking at you. Wide eyes staring at you. Almost lazily, he makes clicking sound with his tongue. It´s strange to someone act like this. You carefully try to move further away from him, hoping that a greater distance will lessen the absolute terror you are feeling at the moment. It doesn´t work. Instead a smile slowly grows on his face. His eyes bright. The gaping wound on his cheek wrapping to accommodate the change. You shudder. He lowly starts to talk. His voice nothing but a whisper. He stutter, you notice, and if you would actually listen to what he says, you would notice, that sometime he interrupts himself with a strange term or phrase. But you don´t, so you only notice his stutter. Not that you are focusing on that either, as he slowly crawls over to you. Closer and closer, till he can reach you again. His fingers twist themselves into the hem of your clothing, as he keeps talking to you. His eyes unwavering. Looking at you. Maybe even through you. You don´t know. All you can focus on is the way he holds on to you. Careful. Afraid. Not willing to let go. Never letting you leave.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You have stopped to answer him for quite some time now. No matter what he says, you seem to ignore him. At this point, he is sure, that he said something to upset you, but he doesn´t know what it was. And he can´t ask you either, because you are giving him the silent treatment. Well, he talks enough to fill the silence between the two of you by himself. And you always had been a good listener. Though recently he started to notice a saccharine smell clinging to everything, like rot or mould, in the hut. He shrugs it off, and helps you to the living room. Unmoving. So still, but he hefts you up anyway to carry you over. He absent-mindedly wonders, if you would at least eat something today. He talks to fill the silence. The smell of decay his most loyal friend. And you. Or whatever is left of you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Sometimes he does wonders. He looks at you, and imagines a world where the two of you could have met differently. Before long though, he will shake his head again, forgetting this flight of fancy, as he focuses on what he has. There is no use for him to cry over lost opportunities. There are already so many things, that he doesn´t know. So many things, that he had forgot. He will watch you, stay close to you, in this little hut, that he calls his home. Sometimes, he will wonder again, when you cry yourself to sleep. But instead of wondering for long, he simply takes you in his arms to shush you back to sleep. There is nothing he can do about it now. He doesn´t regret taking you. Because he knows, he would have regretted it more to let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Some days, Toby will flinch away from loud men screaming with rage, without knowing why. He will look at some girls, and wonder why they seem familiar to him, as if they remind of someone he once knew. When he works, he sometimes hums something under his breath, without knowing the words to the melody. Even then, he is sure, that when he tries to sing you to sleep, that the words would be in a language he had forgotten a long time ago. He is reminded of a past, that doesn´t exist any more for him. Toby has lost many pieces of himself. Too many. He can´t give anything of himself away any more, without becoming hollow. So, when he gave you his heart without knowing, he had to keep it close. No matter what.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

There is a heavy clump in his chest, pressing down on his lungs, as you let out another anguished wail. He was fighting against his won tears, as he tried to calm you down, but nothing was working. He couldn´t even remember what had upset you so suddenly, or when you had started to cry like this. He coos at you, pulling you into his arms with a hug. Peppering kisses across your face – over the bridge of your nose, your eyes, before pressing one deeply to your forehead – while he carded through your hair. Even if he didn´t understand why you so sad, he knew that the two of you would get through this. Together.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Before long, you notice, that his mood tends to be... unstable. It´s not something, that is very surprising at first – the whole man seems to be the definition of unstable – and yet it is still something, that you notice quite often. Because no matter what you do, he will still lash out without rhyme or reason. Sometimes at you, sometimes when he quite literally recoils from you to leave the room. It´s quite – at least that´s one word for it – strange. Another thing, that tends to draw your attention is how he clings to you. No matter where you go or what you try to do – When he is there, he will hold onto you. Most days he will try to fill the silence with his talking, still always keeping an eye on you as if waiting for your approval. On other days, he will be quiet, but his hand will be fisted into your sleeves, as he simply holds on. The strangest thing, though, is how used you get to him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He was gone again. You didn´t know if it would only be hours, days or maybe even weeks. You look over the little hut, he called home and you called far less favourable things. You think about it for a moment longer. Then decide „Fuck it!“ and bolt. You don´t if you will run directly into his arms or if you will actually get away. But event then, he could still catch up to you. Doubt floods your mind, but for the moment you are free. You would laugh, if he didn´t remind you so much of yourself at the moment. Because no matter how much you wanted forget, you could never quite do it. Leave behind the days on which you would basically barricade yourself into your room to avoid all possible contact with other people, and instead of doing something – anything – productive, stare at your wall for several hours. You understood him in that moment, and quite frankly hated yourself quite a bit for it as well. You sat down next to him, and wondered if he would even care in this state, if you simply walked out of the door.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

It happens quickly. Like everything with him does. Without warning or any prompting. No sign for you. Nothing. One moment, he is still cuddling up to you. And while you are uncomfortable with it, you still let him do what he wants. He is talking about something or the other – you aren´t really listening to him – while you pet his hair slowly. Tousling it one way and then another, as you hum every once in a while. You could almost call it peaceful. And in the next moment, he is screaming. Cursing loudly, he lashes out. You shriek in fright, when he goes for your face. The pain is sharp, when his fingernails cut your cheek open. He is nearly spitting, as he yowls in anger. He throws himself away from you, as you start to sob quietly. Tearing at his hair, he flees from the room. Later, he will apologize. All soft again. „Sorry, sorry“, he wont´t stop repeating, as he wipes the dried blood away, and presses a soft kiss to your face, which he cradles between his palms. „Love you“. Still you can´t help but to notice the slight tremor running through his limps from now on.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Toby likes to bring you gifts. Sometimes, at least. It´s never something grand. Little things, that reminded him of you, that he presents to you with a smile. It´s almost cute. Though sometimes, when he thinks you aren´t looking, you see the mask fall. How his eyes take in your reaction. He is manipulating you. You know that. Doesn´t mean, you know how to stop it. He likes to think, that he is a good boyfriend. He adores you. But worship? Revering you? No, thank you. He likes to be close to you. Likes to hold you. Likes to play fight with you. He likes the quiet moments, and the screams. But some days, he hates you as well. He knows that. It´s nothing, that he can change. He could never worship you. You and him are too human for that. Just mortals. Just people. But that is what he loves most about you. Being human.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He had forgotten, when he had started to follow you around. Has it been a week, a month? Maybe it had been summer back then, he muses, as snow melts on his gloves. He doesn´t remember the first moment, he saw you. But he does remember, that he always recognized you. No matter how much time had passed. He always felt like he knew you. Maybe he did. He wouldn´t know. He has forgotten so many things, that were supposed to be important. A low growl escapes him, as you entertain another idiot. No matter how often he cleans up, there always more of them vying for your attention. Seems like tonight will be busy for him again. He wonders if you would like to hear all the stories, he collected while watching over you. Though, they might be a bit bloody for your taste. He clicks his tongue, a low whistle following, as his eyes follow you again. Maybe one day, he will make sure, that no one else can get your attention except him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He watches your every move carefully. Afraid, that he accidentally hurt you again. He knows, that he feels pain different than you do. He knows, that you deal with some things differently than he does. He knows all of that. So, he watches you. He sees it, when your eyes go glassy. When your facial expressions start to dull. He sees it. He knows something is wrong, when you lean in close to him. Sighing almost wistfully, as you intertwine your hands. You never done that before. He tries to break you out of this mood. Maybe you need something new to entertain you? Maybe some fresh air? It´s not like he adores you like this too, but he worries over you. When your spark does not return to you, he gives up. Instead, he simply leans closer to you, holds your hand like he always wanted to, and tells you of his day. You don´t flinch, and he doesn´t mind.

[fourthavecafe]

Can you write a scenario in which sukuna discovers that your bellybutton is ticklish and he’s all confused about it and teases us about it ☺️ thank u

Sukuna lounges lazily his crimson eyes gleaming with their usual cruelty as he regards you. His gaze is sharp, predatory as if he’s perpetually amused by your presence. Today is no different—or so you think.

You shift in the bed adjusting your posture when suddenly Sukuna’s eyes narrow, catching the briefest flicker of movement near your stomach. His curiosity piques though he doesn’t show it outwardly.

“What’s this?” he asks, his voice a low growl, as one of his hands brushes lightly over your belly. You flinch instantly feeling a ticklish jolt you can’t suppress. His brow arches, clearly confused. “Did you just… twitch?”

You blush immediately, feeling heat creep up your face. “N-no! I just, um, wasn’t expecting it.” Your words come out too quickly and Sukuna, ever observant picks up on the subtle lie.

“Is that so?” His grin widens in that familiar, wicked way. Before you can react two of his four arms swiftly pin your wrists above your head leaving you completely exposed beneath him. You squirm heart racing as his other two hands hover dangerously close to your midsection.

“Sukuna wait,don’t—!” Your protest is cut off by a sharp intake of breath as his clawed finger brushes just below your belly button. A soft giggle escapes you, much to your horror.

His eyes flash with dark amusement. “So… you’re ticklish here, huh? Pathetic.” He leans in closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper “How adorable.”

Without warning, his fingers trace delicate circles around your bellybutton, the lightest touch sending you into a fit of giggles. His grin only grows more feral, the sadistic edge returning as he watches your helpless reactions with glee. You try to wriggle free but his grip tightens, keeping you immobile beneath him.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little tickling?” His tone is taunting dripping with mockery. He revels in your giggling gasps, his fingers never giving you a moment’s reprieve. “Look at you, so weak. I haven’t even started and you’re already falling apart.”

“S-Sukuna stop!” you plead between laughs your body arching involuntarily as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your bellybutton.

“Begging already?” he chuckles darkly. “How amusing. Let’s see how long you last.” He presses down slightly harder his fingers moving with infuriating precision, finding every sensitive spot as your laughter becomes uncontrollable.

Your cheeks are flushed, eyes squeezed shut as the laughter overtakes you but Sukuna? He’s having the time of his life watching you squirm and giggle under his hold. His other two arms keep you firmly in place, rendering any attempt to escape utterly useless.

“Ticklish little thing” he coos mockingly leaning down until his face is mere inches from yours. “You won’t be getting a break until I’m satisfied.”

[kasiers]

a/n: my october spooky szn contribution

haunted houses with satoru would be chaotic in the best and worst ways.

you knew the moment he suggested that you both hit up one of the biggest haunted houses in town, a smug grin already formed on his lips. after all, satoru did think it would be hilarious to see how you’d react. 

as you both approach the entrance, you feel the eerie vibe instantly. fog billows out from the doorway, and creepy music is playing from hidden speakers. the sound of distant screams echoes through the air. you glance at your boyfriend, who’s looking down at you, wrapped around his arm, eyes glinting with excitement. 

"you’re not scared, are you?" satoru teases, which promptly makes you lightly smack his arm.

"oh hush it, not even close," you shot back. although the ominous groans from inside the house made you slightly doubt your words.

as soon as you stepped inside, the lights flickered, and a creepy clown jumped out from behind a curtain. you flinch and jump back, tightening the hold on satoru’s arm for support. he just laughed, completely unfazed, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jump back himself.

sure enough, you both kept going and a grotesque figure lunged at you from behind a door. this time, you manage to keep your cool, but satoru slightly flinches— a tiny movement that you definitely notice.

"hm? what was that?" you hum, raising an eyebrow.

he scoffs, waving it off like nothing happened. "please, nothing can scare me, there was a fly."

you roll your eyes, knowing better. he underestimates the haunted house, thinking he's above getting startled. but as you make your way deeper, the rooms get darker, the sounds creepier, and the tension starts to build.

as you both move forward, you enter a narrow hallway with mirrors on both sides. the reflections are distorted, adding to the confusion. satoru walks ahead, confident, until a hand reaches out from one of the mirrors.

"holy shi—!" he jerks back, eyes wide in shock. for the first time, you see actual fear flash across his face.

you burst into laughter, ignoring your own fears now as you clutch your stomach. "oh, so nothing can scare you, huh?"

"that... that doesn't count," he huffs, trying to regain his composure, but his cheeks are slightly pink, his pride clearly taking a hit.

the haunted house only gets worse from there. in one room, animatronics start to malfunction, moving erratically and making strange noises. your boyfriend nudges you ahead, insisting you lead the way, though he claims it's because he's "letting you have the spotlight." but when an actor covered in blood jumps out of a coffin with a blood-curdling scream, he’s the one who yells.

"not a word," he says quickly, glaring at you when you give him a smug look.

then, you reach the grand finale. a pitch-black room where eerie whispers fill the air. you can't see a thing, and every sound makes your heart race. you feel satoru shift closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. you glance up at him, surprised, but he looks dead serious.

"what?" he mutters. "i wouldn’t want them jumping at you."

suddenly, something brushes against your leg, and both of you freeze. a gust of cold air whooshes past, and his grip tightens. "wh… what the hell was that?" he stutters, his voice a little higher pitched than usual.

you snort, trying to hold in your laughter. "you’re scared!"

"i am not!" but he’s looking around like he’s expecting a ghost to pop out at any second.

just when you think you’re in the clear, a deafening scream erupts from the shadows, and this time, satoru practically jumps out of his skin as he screams out yet again. he grabs your hand and pulls you forward in a hurry, not even bothering to hide his panic.

by the time you stumble out of the exit, both of you are breathless. you bent over, hands on your knees as laughter bubbles up uncontrollably.

“satoru you…” you gasp, pointing at him. “you yelled louder than the ghost!”

the young man straightens himself, running a hand through his white locks as if to shake off the embarrassment, but his cheeks are flushed. not from fear, obviously, but from the totally unexpected jump scares. he shoots you a glare, “did not!”

you raise an eyebrow, still laughing. “did not? satoru, the scare actor looked confused because you screamed louder than they did!”

he rolls his eyes, pulling you closer as the two of you walk away from the haunted house. “next time, we’re goin’ to have to go trick or treating. no jump scares. just pumpkins and candy.”

you laugh again, nudging him playfully. “i’ll make sure to bring earplugs in case you start thinking the parents giving out candies are scare actors. 

he groans, but pulls you closer, “you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d definitely throw you back into that haunted house.”

[fir3ylolol]

star-studded cast

pairing: MK11 Present!Johnny Cage x MK11 Young!Johnny Cage x MK1 Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: you fuck 3 johnnys. that's it, that's the whole plot

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, anal sex, anal penetration, oral sex, face-fucking, cunnilingus, eating out, foursome, 3 on 1, dirty talk, slightly degrading, praise, dom/sub, switch!reader, gentle dom!Johnny Cage, cocky dom!Johnny Cage, sub!Johnny Cage, choking, double penetration, cuming inside, multiple orgasms, biting, hickeys, afab!reader, gn reader, porn without plot, there is 0 plot in this

a/n: 100 follower special! again, out of my comfort zone a lil, but fun to write. so older johnny is john, younger johnny is johnny, and mk 1 johnny is cage. a little confusing, but you'll get it. thank you for all the love I've gotten in the past week (!!!) of writing, and i can't wait to see what's next :)))

word count: 2.00 k

Ao3

You're sat in Cage’s lap on the large bed, his wandering hands groping at your chest, his quiet moans in your ear. In front of you is Johnny, hunched over you, with a firm grip on your jaw as he kisses you, tongue deep in your mouth. Then there’s John, who you can see seated across the room in a chair, piercing eyes locked on you as he palms himself over his jeans, bottom lip between his teeth. Cage starts kissing your neck, a shiver traveling down your back, which earns a groan from Johnny, who is becoming increasingly jealous. His hands travel down, dipping below your waistband with calloused fingers. You groan at the feeling, which he relishes as quietly as he can. Which is not at all, as he says, “Wow, you react that strongly to just me touching you? Desperate much?” Cage shoots daggers at him slightly, scoffing as he says, “Just shut up and enjoy getting to be with someone this hot.” Their bickering causes John to stand up, walking closer to you, wanting to be a part of the action.

They shut up, knowing that fighting won’t get you anywhere. Cage helps shift you off his lap, setting you on the bed beside him. Johnny helps hurriedly removes your clothes as your legs dangle over the edge, when all men pausing to admire you in front of them, your dripping wet and eager for more. It only lasts so long though, as John kneels between your legs, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He gently kisses against you, teasing and making you jump. He laughs into you, vibrations drawing a long moan from your lips. Johnny climbs onto the bed to your right, helping to pull of the last of your clothes. Cage shuffles to your direct left, and starts to play with you more, twisting at your nipples and leaving hickeys down your neck and chest. Johnny rushes to pull his pants off as well, faster than you can blink, freeing his cock with a bounce, nearly smacking you in the face. Reaching a hand up, you wrap your hand around him lightly, and begin to slowly stroke him, teasingly slow. He whines at the feeling, desperate for more than just your hand.

John’s mouth latches around your clit, gentle but firm, as he dips a finger into you in curling movements. His tongue and finger moving at the same speed as his hand that’s in his pants, still pleasing himself at the sight and feeling of pleasing you. Cage has thoroughly decorated your chest, hickeys blossoming in aggressive purples and reds, and gets up to kneel. It’s his turn to take his cock out, weeping and throbbing angrily. Your other hand teases at Cage, whimpers falling from his lips as he flinches repeatedly at how sensitive he is. But you take Johnny into you mouth quickly, earning a loud groan as his hands dart down to your head, pushing you down further. You gag, but that seems to encourage him more, holding you steady as he thrusts into your mouth, spit starting to drip down your chin. You pull away, taking a deep breath and turning your head to take Cage, biting his lip at the speed you’re already going. Your hand returns to Johnny, fast and sloppy movements. Cage lightly holds your head, trying to get you to look at him. And look at him you do, teary eyes lock with his as you moan around him, causing his grip to tighten.

John is licking with ferver now, and you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. You pull off of Cage, much to his disappointment. But he’s held over as your hand returns to him. You cry out, thighs clenching around John and your hands move in jerky pulls. As you cum, you fully trap John inbetween your legs and squeeze the cocks in your hands. After a few seconds, you let go, legs going limp. John stands up, looming over you. He speaks quietly, but firmly, “Can I fuck you, baby?” You nod, head slightly dizzy, as John grabs your hips and flips you over. He helps make sure you’re stable before he pushes in, thick head stretching you out deliciously. You’ve let go of the other two by this point, but Johnny is infront of you again, wide smile and lust-filled eyes. He gently taps at your lips with his cock, and you open up, tongue lolling out. He wastes no time in grabbing your head again and fucking your face. You’ve adjusted to John more, and he speeds up, hitting deep inside you with rolling thrusts, his hand darting down to play with your even more sensitive clit. Quickly, they reach the same pace, filling you up almost entirely. Cage is still on the bed, jerking himself off to the sight of you. You catch his eyes, your own watery and full. You pull away for only a second, managing to get out, “Go faster for me, love,” before returning to Johnny. Cage speeds up, whimpering and leaning in to whisper praise in your ear.

“God, you look so pretty, so good taking dick like that. I’m at your mercy baby, just wanna help you feel good.” His words shoot through you, causing you to clench around John. He leans forward with a groan, hands digging into your hips. “Shit, you feel good ‘n’ tight around me, so fucking wet.” Johnny is more rushed, sloppy and takes only a few more seconds before he cums, a loud whine as he shoves himself down your throat and squeezes your head between his hands. He pulls away panting, leaning down to kiss you sloppily, spreading more spit around your mouth. He backs up, lightly smacking you on the face before sitting down. Cage scrambles up to face you and starts making out with you. He almost relishes the feeling of you lurching forward into him, happily humming into your mouth. John reaches his other hand out, wrapping around your throat firmly, but not too tight. He’s using the grip on you as leverage, pushing you back into him to go deeper. He only last so much longer as he squeezes you instinctively, cumming deep inside you with a shaky moan. That doesn’t stop his hand as he draws you to finish again, trembling. His grip loosens as he pulls out, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You lean into Cage, head dizzy and legs shaky, as you crash your lips into his. He gladly accepts, open-mouthed and desperate. Out of everyone here, he’s the only one that hasn’t finished. Not for much longer though, as you break away, resting your head on his shoulder. You whisper hoarsely in his ear, “You’ve done so good, love, so good for me. And since you were so good you get a prize.” He lights up at that, happy to have pleased you. “A-and what’s the prize?” he whispers back. You meet his eyes, smiling widely, “How about fucking my ass, huh?” His eyes go wide, before capturing your lips in a very messy kiss, full of mumbled, “Thank you” and “You’re so good to me.” You point to your purse by the door, and he dashes over, scrambling through until he finds a palm-sized purple bottle of lube inside. He walks back over, grabbing a pillow for you to support yourself and tucking it under you. He pours the lube on you raised ass, and you hiss at how cold it is. He kisses you back apologeticly, using his fingers to spread the lube on you. Hesitantly, he pushes a finger inside you, eliciting a groan from you and a whimper from him. Slowly, he pushes in and out, stretching you out and adding another finger, and then another. The other mens’ eyes are locked on the two of you, watching with anticipation.

Finally, he returns to kneeling, lubed-up tip pressing against you. He places one hand on your hip and one hand on your shoulder, shakily asking, “You all good? All ready?” You look over your shoulder, smiling, “Go ahead, baby, I’m ready for you.” He presses in, slowly sinking in to let you adjust. He whines out, grip on your shoulder tightening as you moan out. He bottoms out, panting at how tight you are around him. Letting you adjust, he waits for a nod, and starts to move. He quickly loses himself in it, whines and whimpers near constant. You feel yourself unraveling further below him, knees buckling slightly.

Suddenly, you feel him stop, and watch as Johnny slides below you. With a cocky smirk, he looks up at you, “Thought you could have all this fun without me?” You feel him rubbing along your wet pussy, pushing in with one smooth movement. A symphony of pleasure echos through the room, as you’re filled up with thick cock. Cage is whimpering quietly, almost completely stilled at how you feel around him. Johnny is starting to move, grip on your waist tight as he bucks into you. Cage starts moving too, alternating with Johnny. You’re almost constantly full, bouncing against both mens’ cocks. Your fucked-out face with tear tracks and half-lidded eyes, is held by John, turning it to the side to face him. He smiles at you and says, “Such a sweet thing, such a slut for us. You like being full of dick, huh? Want some more?” You nod, bouncing harshly from the thrusts pushing through you. He taps his cock against your lips, and as you open your mouth lazily, he helps guide himself in. He holds your head lightly, fucking your face at the same speed as the other two. You’re finally, and completely full, moaning out around John at the feeling. You hear Johnny speak from below you, his smirk can be hear clearly, “God, you like this so much, what a good whore you are. You feel so good around me, squeezing me for all I’m worth. It’s like you want us to use you.” Cage whines out from behind you, “H-hey, don’t speak like that. You’re so nice, so kind and lovely, for taking us like this. Mmh! Shit, I’m gonna cum, can I cum in you baby?” You nod, well as much as you can with dick in your mouth.

Cage falls apart, rapid thrusts paired with nails digging into you. Johnny is flinching under you at the feeling, his finish not far behind. Then, Cage cums, a loud, heady whine ringing through your ears. Before Cage can pull out, Johnny latches onto your chest and cums, high-pitched moan stifled. Both of them slowly pull out, whimpers at the feeling.  Johnny shuffles out from under you and Cage moves to the other side of the bed, both of them laying down in exhaustion. John pulls out, grabbing your chin as he strokes himself in front of you. “Oh, you look so good, dear. Just a little bit more and you can rest, ok?” You open your mouth, tongue falling out. He bites his lips at the sight, moving faster and faster until he thrusts into your mouth. And as you wrap your lips around him, he cums, a firm grasp on your head. As he comes down and pulls out, he helps steer you to lay down. Luckily, this bed is massive, and you all fit, and John lays down shortly afterwards. Cage curls into your side, and John into your other. Ever the consistent, Johnny whines about being left out, but you pat at your chest lightly. His eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, as he lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. John reaches for a water bottle on the nightstand, and passes it to you. As you gulp down water, you think about everything that just happened. And as you take a breath, you manage to rasp out, “So…when can we do this again?”

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Red Hood was furious. Beyond that, actually, and he could tell that Nightwing shared his sentiment. Danny was technically the new worker in the alley and had basically been adopted by all the working girls and boys, which is why he had yet to meet him. Apparently, he would scare him off?

Anyway, Red Hood would be out for blood as soon as he got Danny dropped off at The Club. The poor kid was still in shock, cowering in on himself, letting the jacket hide him as much as it could. He could tell the kid was anxious to have Nightwing following behind him, but he was glad he was bearing with it. He needed the insurance that someone wouldn’t try to take Danny while he didn’t have eyes on him.

When they did get to The Club, he and Nightwing watched as Danny walked inside with his jacket still wrapped around him. The kid was bombarded by several of the people still there, though they all backed off when he flinched, gently guiding him to a chair. Lucy was the one to come out and greet them.

“Thanks for bringing him back,” they said, their voice soft.

“It was no problem, Lu,” Red Hood shook his head slightly, his posture relaxed.

Lucy shook their head in denial. “No, I mean it. We were all so worried when he didn’t come back! The others had lost sight of him and came in panicking.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Nightwing stepped up next to Red Hood, “what happened?”

Lucy worried at their bottom lip, glancing at Red Hood, who nodded, before answering. “We always make sure to keep within sight of each other, just in case someone steps outta line. It’s for our safety. That, and keeping in lit areas. I wasn’t out tonight, but there were seven others on the street with him. There must’ve been a few seconds when they didn’t have eyes on Danny and he was nabbed because none of the others said that they saw anyone else out around the time he disappeared.” They met both vigilanties' eyes behind their masks. “Who was it, Hood?”

Nightwing was hesitant to tell, obviously having an idea of what would happen to the BJ. Red Hood had no such reservations. He knew the names and faces of everyone in Crime Alley, including the addresses of those who have them. They all know his rules and the punishments for not following them. “Go back for the night, Nightwing.”

“Hood-”

“No. Plausible deniability and all that.” he waved off, following Lucy as they led him into The Club. “Tell Batman I sent ya early because Alley business came up.”

“It’s no place for a Bat,” Nightwing sulked, “I know. Good night, you two!”

“Goodnight, Nightwing!” Lucy waved as the man grappled away. They turned back to Red Hood before opening the door. “Who was it?”

“Mr. Jameson in apartment 25 of the Katt Building near the middle of the Alley.”

They hummed and opened the door. “I’ll pass it on to everyone.”

The group of fifteen were comforting Danny, helping him clean up and offering an ear to listen to. Danny, throughout it all, was staring mostly blankly at the coffee table in the middle of the commons area. He only really reacted when someone gave him a dog plush. Though, that was only small, hesitant movements to take the plush and pull it close to his chest, Red Hood’s jacket still hiding him as though he were a child hiding from a lightning storm. And that’s what he was, a child hiding from the outside world because it hurt him.

Red Hood had to admit, though, that the guy’s cute. He was really hoping to meet him under better circumstances. Regardless, he took off his helmet, the domino underneath keeping his identity mostly safe from getting out, though he trusted everyone here to keep the secret if they ever found out. He knelt on the floor in front of Danny, keeping his movements slow and telegraphed as he made sure to stay in Danny’s line of sight. “Hey there, hun.”

Danny didn’t respond. He didn’t even move. His breathing had slowed back down to a normal pattern, though, and it seemed to be slowing even more.

Red Hood made sure not to touch him or get too close. “Hey, can you hear me?” he asked, “Blink if you can.”

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, very slowly, Danny blinked. Red Hood smiled at him.

“Good. I’m not gonna ask ya what happened, okay? None of us are. We’re gonna take care of the guy, though. He won’t ever bother you again, ‘kay?”

Again, his blink was slow, but tears slowly fell from his eyes as he did so. Relief seemed to wash over his expression as he relaxed into the couch, the jacket and plush being held slightly looser.

“Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go somewhere else?”

The response was quiet, barely a whisper that Red Hood almost missed, “Somewhere else.”

Not too surprising. “Where do ya wanna go?”

“Home.”

“Where’s home?”

Danny didn’t answer as he pulled the jacket around the plush in his arms. Not a good sign, but it was an unfortunately common one for Crime Alley residence.

Red Hood thought for a second, mostly for show, before saying, “I’ve got a safe house you could stay in to recover. No one but me will know where you are if you don’t want them to. You’ll be able to stay as long as you want and you can leave at any time. Sound good?”

“Can Lu or May or Jakey know where it is?”

Not ideal, but anything to make him feel safer. “Of course they can know.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to tell them?”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“We’ll touch base then,” He slowly stood back up. “Let me or one of the others know when you’re ready to go and I’ll take ya to the safe house. No rush. We’ll go at your pace.”

Stepping away for a second, he put his helmet back on and turned on his comms. He listened to the conversation he’d tuned into, knowing that Oracle would make him known if the others didn’t stop talking in a moment.

Sure enough, after about thirty seconds, she muted them all and said, “Red Hood, nice of you to join us.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he muttered, ‘Nothing particularly nice about this situation.”

“Oh?” Oracle asked, “What’s going on?”

“Ask Nightwing for details.” he said, “I’m not gonna answer calls for the next few days. Everyone stays out of Crime Alley until I say.” “So normal rules then?” He hummed in response. “Alright. Goodnight, Red Hood.”

Red Hood turned his com off completely, turning to face the kid on the couch and lean against the wall. Danny’s was gonna be okay. He was going to make sure that he’ll be okay.

Part 2 Part 4

[weebsinstash]

hi! I cannot understand Val’s personality at all, and you’re my favorite writer for him, so I was wondering if you could tell me how he’d react in a situation where his darling is being harassed at a bar he’s not at? Like darling obviously has a tracker on their phone and they know it, but they also can’t leave the bar because that risks them getting kidnapped

maybe Val has already started calling them and leaving voicemails because they no showed, so you know that if you don’t call him and have an immediate reason for not responding you’ll probably be in for a very painful night, so you tell whoever is harassing you that you need to go into the bathroom, and it’s very obvious that they followed you but aren’t in the bathroom, so you just take out your phone and finally answer one of Val’s calls, and you make it obvious your crying, but you also hold the phone away from you so it doesn’t seem like you want Val to know your crying.

after that I’m kinda stuck on how he’d react, but if you’d rather not add to this it’s fine, this was part me wanting a response and part me wanting to tell someone my ideas

If it makes you feel better I also find Val's personality to be levels of inconsistent however I kinda interpret it being inconsistent because he's um an extremely emotional person and also an alcoholic addict and he's constantly pinballing between "oooo this will make me money" to "oh you've pissed me off PERSONALLY therefore I will rain fire upon you", like we have several instances of Valentino potentially sabotaging his business for kicks and Vox has had to reign him back in, and he still gives Angel actual fucking black eyes even when there's still filming, he doesn't even care about not leaving marks since everything will heal eventually

I feeeeeeeel like... it really depends on how his darling grovels to him and explains what is happening. You ditched him, you're out at a bar, you were ignoring his calls, and now you're telling him you're with another man. An abusive man would usually automatically assume "oh you're in a bar? Fucking slut trying to find other men, this is what you fucking get" but since we're having, you know. The Yandere Talk, I feeeeeel like.... it goes one of a few ways

One is he's absolutely pissed in general, at you, at the guy, just misfiring rage and snapping. You're bawling ti try and explain your situation and he snaps he can barely understand you because he can't regulate his anger and, it isn't INHERENTLY being mad at you, he's mad he can't understand you, but he's horrible at communicating that, so he shows up to rescue you and (unintentionally) has you trembling in fear of him because he's speaking to you like "where the fuck are you hurt?! Show me? Ugh, this bruise is huge, it's so fucking ugly, UGH-" and he's like not blaming you but is being so terrifying about it that, you're pretty convinced you'll be hit by him at any moment and maybe it would be you FLINCHING HARD at a sudden movement of his for him to, finally take a second to begrudgingly take a few deep breaths and his tone finally softens and he can stop freaking you out even more than you already are

Option 2 I see is that you answer the phone when he's in the 'love' of the love and the hate he switches between, so you catch him in the middle of one of his "baby you know I care so much about you, it just makes me a little wild when you leave me waiting" sort of voicemails. You finally pick up and you get this slightly catty "ohhhhh, look who it is,you remembered how to answer your phone! I missed you" and the second he can tell you're crying, you're just like, hearing all this stuff in the background and he sounds like he's been drinking but when is he ever NOT drinking "awwww, baby no, that's terrible! *heels clicking wayyy to fast for him to not be literally power walking his stiletto ass somewhere* I'm sure Daddy will be able to get everything sorted out *car door slams* and I'll show this lowlife fucking freak exactly what he deserves *moves the phone away from his mouth to HOLLER at his driver to 'get a fucking move on or I'll fucking kill you'* so don't you worry, ok baby? ❤️ make sure you stay on the phone with me, mhm? *click click click of him loading bullets into a magazine* so what's this motherfucker look like, he's uglier than me, right--"

And then I guess another unique outcome would be uh. You pick up the phone and he's just instantly shouting screaming fuming at you so much that he's like screaming for a few solid minutes before he's finally like "are you even gonna say anything you dumb whore?!" and that's when he finally hears your voice but it's not even your voice, it's your breathing, like you can barely even get any air out, like you're having a panic attack, you can barely even raise the volume of your voice above a whisper and your voice just keeps cracking and shaking, "v val" and like, the very first SYLLABLE out of your mouth he knows something is BIG WRONG because you sound TERRIFIED and you can barely even speak, "some-someone's outside the bathroom.... he says he'll hurt me... I don't know what to do....!" and like that's it. It takes Val from 100 to 0 real fast. He goes from "if you're not on your way home in five fucking minutes-" to "what did you just say" and he's completely quiet as you're like struggling to speak, "i-i'm in-in a stall, but he's... OUTSIDE.... WAITING..." and you just sob with a hand over your mouth but he can still hear it and he's already on his way

Do you think Val knows how to fight and I mean like BRAWL. Valentino's still on the phone with you and he can barely even hear you and he suddenly hears the man's voice, he's come INTO the bathroom now, he's OUTSIDE your stall, antagonizing you, scaring you, grabbing the top of the door and shaking it like it's nothing. You're SCREAMING because you're in A FUCKING STALL and he could either rip the hinges off or just like COME UNDER OR OVER and then you're done for so you're like TERRIFIED WAILING I mean shrieking like a murder victim because oh god oh god oh god you're gonna double die--- and you just hear the door to the bathroom get kicked open and the guy is just like RIPPED away from your stall and CHAOS follows. You hear all these thudding, smashing, crashing, breaking sounds and when you finally hear nothing but Val's voice telling you to come out he's just standing there covered in blood and the dude is on the floor with his face an unrecognizable SLUDGE because Val grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the edge of the sink until it was knocking teeth out of his mouth. Valentino is over here, reaching for you looking like that scene from The Witch of Mercury

Except unlike in Mercury you're like, only temporarily in stunned silence before you're like, RUSHING to be held by him because you're just scared and bawling and he SAVED YOU and you're so happy you didnt get hurt. Like the duality of him touching you to comfort you but probably getting blood on you maybe even ALL OVER YOU because he's just touching you that much and you're clinging to him that much

I feel like there are times where Val may intentionally NOT save you to use it as some sort of punishment/lesson to manipulate you with later but I feel like the ways in which he would knowingly allow his darling to be hurt are nuanced and contextual. He'd pay a guy to mug you and rough you up to teach you a lesson about leaving the studio on your own, or set up a fake kidnapping, but you come back into the studio ACTUALLY hurt? Stabbed, limping, whatever? He's furious. No one gets to hurt you. Everyone in this entire fucking circle of Hell should know who you belong to by this point and if they're hurting you, they're disrespecting HIM

..... and also you're his cute widdle baby and he doesn't want his boo getting hurt, at least not in a non fun non sexy way 🥺❤️ see sweetie, this is exactly why you should listen to him at all times and never argue with him on anything ❤️

[sukiipjs]

✮ AM I DREAMING

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 683

↳ summary - you get needy as you sleep so nick decides to help you get rid of that feeling bothering you 😸

↳ contains - smut, biting kinda?, oral, dry humping, wet dream, slight somnophilia, slight overstimulation?

↳ song - you were a dream by artemis

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a deep sleep washes over me, my eyelids heavy and my arms wrapped around nicks torso, my head nuzzled onto his shoulder, sliding down to his chest. nick sleeps beside me, laying on his back, head up to the ceiling.

as i get full into that sleep, my hips start to buck up on nicks body. a pent up hardness straining in my pants being nudged onto him. small moans and whimpers slide from my lips as i grind myself of nick, my arms resting and weak across his chest.

nick starts to ruffle the blanket that drapes over us as his eyes blink open, first thing he hears and sees is me next to him, whining in my sleep, my hardness rubbing against him. a small grin moves onto his face, seeing me desperate and basically begging for his touch.

he lets out a small laugh, my small breaths gasping out of me. he scoots me over a little, turning me over onto my back, making me let out another whine. he smiles down at me, biting his lip a little, he turns to his side, resting a hand on my waist, slow to trail it down to my hardness as he watches how i react.

a gasp strains my voice as he grips onto me, his palm moving against my crotch. he moves on top of me, moving down by my legs as he slides down my light sweatpants, letting myself spring out in front of him, an irritated tip, needing his touch. he lets his hand grip onto the base, i moan out, my head leaning back into my pillow.

my eyes shoot open, legs shaking as i see nick smiling at me, between my legs. he leaves kisses on my inner thighs, “am i dreaming?” my eyes heavy, trying not to let them roll back just at this touch. nick lets his lips hover over my skin, then letting his teeth gently bite me, “ow, it’s pinching not biting,” i flinch a little, his hand beginning to stroke me up and down.

“well whatever, you’re not dreaming dumbass” nick laughs, moving himself up, hand still on me as he presses our lips together, my moans going into his mouth as he speeds up, “what were you thinking about? hm?” he smirks, staring at every movement my face makes as he works on me, all i do is whine, my teeth clenching at his touch.

“aww” he mocks, slightly tilting his head at me, staring at the way my mouth curves, the way my eyes wrinkle as they close. he moves himself back down, his mouth closer to my dick and leans his head back onto me. my back arches so little, a gasped moan leaves my lips as his lips wrap around me. those perfect lips.

he starts bobbing his head on me, more than i can handle right now but fuck am i loving it. my legs threaten to close but nicks hands on my thighs keep them apart, my hips starting to thrust into his mouth at this point.

i feel his mouth vibrate against my skin as he trys not to gag but his eyes never leaving me as i try not to close my eyes again. those eyes staring at me are both so hot and so intimidating, “oh fuck-“ i moan out before i buck into him, letting myself go as nick takes his head off me, catching his breath, swallowing.

his hands leave my thighs and he crawls forward to me, letting his arms hold me as i relax for a moment. i try to scoot my arms down to pull my clothes back on as nick rests his head by my chest.

“goodnight,” his eyes close, a soft smile staying on his face so unintentionally innocent. i try holding back my smile but i let it go as my hands go to hold him closer to me. “love you,” i whisper near his ear, “i know” he whispers back before i close my own eyes, savoring that feeling of him on me.

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[awkward-walking-potato]

sssoooooo.. I have this OC. They were experimented on for many years, and their appearance is grey skinned, somewhat skinny with white voided eyes, and no mouth. How would Logan react to the new recruit for the X-Men and their appearance? (ps, they have good agility and are very capable of fighting :3)

Eyes of the Void

The morning air was brisk as Logan stood outside the X-Mansion, arms crossed over his chest, eyes squinting at the sky. Charles had mentioned a new recruit—a mutant who’d been through hell, experimented on for years. Logan had seen a lot in his time, but the details Charles hinted at made his gut twist. He wasn't easily unsettled, but something about the description of this recruit got under his skin.

The black SUV rolled up to the mansion gates, and Logan straightened, feeling that familiar sense of readiness. He didn’t like surprises. He liked to know who he was dealing with, what they could do, and how to protect his team from any potential threat. But Charles had vouched for them, and that was enough for him. For now.

The door to the vehicle swung open, and out stepped the recruit. Logan’s brows furrowed as he took them in. Their skin was ashen grey, thin yet wiry in a way that suggested hidden strength. Their eyes—white, voided, devoid of any color or light—were the first thing he noticed. No pupils, no irises, just blank, staring spaces where human eyes should be. Most unsettling, however, was the absence of a mouth. Logan had met plenty of mutants with physical mutations, but this was different. They looked otherworldly, like something out of a nightmare.

Still, he didn’t flinch. He’d seen enough to know that appearances didn’t mean everything. It was their abilities that mattered.

“Logan,” Charles said telepathically from inside the mansion, “I trust you to handle their introduction to the team. They’ve been through a lot, and they’ll need time to adjust.”

Logan gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving the recruit as they approached him. Their movements were fluid, almost unnaturally agile, and it became clear to Logan that despite their appearance, they were capable—maybe even more than capable.

“So, you’re the new recruit,” Logan said, his voice rough but steady. “Name’s Logan. I’ve seen a lotta folks come through these doors. Some with mutations that mess with their minds, others that mess with their bodies. Don’t care what you look like. Just care if you can fight.”

The recruit tilted their head slightly, as if studying him. There was no way to gauge their emotions with those blank eyes, but Logan didn’t need expressions to read people. He could feel their tension, their wariness. He knew that look—the look of someone who’s been pushed past their limits, experimented on until their body and soul were stretched thin.

They raised a hand and signed something with quick, efficient gestures. Logan blinked, not following the sign language, but he understood enough to know they were trying to communicate.

“You don’t speak, huh?” Logan grunted, then gave a small, understanding nod. “We’ll figure it out.”

Without a word, the recruit crouched down, then launched themselves into a backflip, landing effortlessly on the nearby fence post, balancing with the ease of a seasoned acrobat. Logan’s brow lifted. They were fast—damn fast. The agility they displayed wasn’t just impressive; it was near-superhuman.

He walked closer, his sharp gaze assessing every movement they made. “You move like you’ve been doin’ this your whole life. Where’d you learn to fight?”

They tilted their head again, and Logan had a feeling he wasn’t going to get an answer—not in words, at least. They jumped down from the fence, landing silently in front of him, and suddenly lunged into a sparring stance. Logan instinctively braced himself, ready for whatever was coming.

The recruit struck fast, a blur of grey limbs and precision. Logan blocked the first few hits, but he could tell they were holding back. They were testing him, just like he was testing them. He let them land a few more strikes, each one sharp and calculated, but none with the intent to hurt.

“Not bad,” Logan grunted, stepping back and shaking out his arms. “But if you’re gonna be on this team, you’ll need to hit harder than that.”

The recruit stopped, standing still as if waiting for him to continue. Logan took a breath and regarded them, his tone softening. “Look, kid. I get it. I’ve been where you are. You’ve been through hell. Don’t mean you gotta do this alone.”

The recruit blinked, their expression—or lack thereof—remaining unreadable, but there was a shift in the air between them. Slowly, they nodded.

Logan didn’t reach out to touch them; he knew better than to invade someone’s space when they’d been hurt. But he gave them a small, reassuring nod. “You got potential. And this place? We’ll help you figure it out.”

They turned to look at the mansion, then back at him, nodding once more.

“C’mon, let’s get you settled in,” Logan said, turning toward the mansion. “You’ll fit in here better than you think.”

As they walked side by side toward the entrance, Logan couldn't help but glance at them again. Their appearance may have been jarring at first, but he could already see past it. What mattered was what lay underneath—the strength, the resilience, and the determination in those movements.

No matter what they’d been through, Logan knew one thing for sure: this recruit was ready to fight. And with a little time, they’d be a damn good addition to the X-Men.

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Better Off Alone (TWS!bucky drabble)

Summary: The Winter Soldier lets you free.

Warnings: Angst

WC: 931

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The dim light of the warehouse flickered above, casting eerie shadows over the cold concrete floor. You sat on the ground, wrists aching from the tight restraints around them. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to steady your breath. You'd been chasing a lead—a stupid, reckless lead—and now you were in the hands of the enemy.

The Winter Soldier.

He stood in the corner of the room, shrouded in darkness, the metallic glint of his left arm the only indication he was there at all. Silent, still, like a ghost waiting for a command. You’d heard stories about him—the deadly assassin, the man who never left anyone alive.

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the fear, but your mind kept racing. How had you ended up here? One wrong step, one miscalculation, and now you were at his mercy.

“You’re better off without them.”

The low, gravelly voice startled you, and your eyes snapped open. The Winter Soldier was speaking, his words measured and cold. He wasn’t looking at you, though—his eyes were fixed somewhere far off, as if he were talking to himself more than you.

“What?” Your voice came out shaky, betraying the fear you were trying so hard to hide.

His gaze finally shifted to you, blue eyes piercing and yet strangely… empty. There was a hollowness behind them that sent a shiver through you. He took a step closer, and the air between you seemed to tighten with tension.

“They left you,” he said simply, like it was a fact, not an accusation. “Abandoned you the moment things got difficult.”

You shook your head, confused. “No, they—”

“They’re gone,” he interrupted, his voice firm, almost mechanical. “And you… you’re better off without them.”

His words echoed in the vast emptiness of the warehouse, hanging between you like a blade. You didn’t know what he was trying to do, but the way he said it, the finality in his tone—it was almost like he believed it.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you shot back, your voice stronger now, though fear still coiled tightly in your chest. “Or about them.”

The Winter Soldier didn’t react, didn’t flinch. He just watched you with that blank, emotionless stare. “I know more than you think,” he said quietly. “I know what it’s like to be left behind.”

You froze at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. It was barely a whisper, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. But there it was, a crack in the cold, unfeeling facade.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your heart racing faster now, not from fear but from something else. A strange, unsettling sympathy.

He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he turned away, the heavy silence filling the space between you again. His metal hand clenched into a fist, the sound of metal scraping metal making your skin crawl.

“They told me I was better off too,” he finally said, his voice dark. “Better off without the memories, without the pain. Without… them.”

You could see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched as he spoke. Whoever they were, whoever he had been talking about, it haunted him. You could see it in every movement, every flicker of emotion that he tried to bury.

“And were you?” you asked quietly.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. The look in his eyes was devastating, a storm of anger, confusion, and something deeper. Something broken.

“No.”

The word hung in the air, sharp and bitter.

He turned back toward you, walking closer this time, the weight of his presence almost suffocating. But there was no threat in his movements. It was as if the dangerous, relentless assassin was momentarily gone, replaced by someone… human.

“They took everything from me,” he continued, his voice low and raw. “Everything I was. Everything I loved. And now… I don’t even know who I am.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. You had come here prepared to fight a monster, an unstoppable force, but what you were facing now wasn’t that. It was a man, lost and shattered, desperately trying to find something—anything—that made sense in the chaos.

“Why are you telling me this?” you whispered.

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something—a plea, perhaps, or a sliver of hope. “Because,” he said softly, “if you don’t get out of here now, if you don’t leave them behind, you’ll end up like me.”

You blinked, stunned by his words. The Winter Soldier, the ghost of a man you’d heard was incapable of mercy, was warning you. Not threatening, not manipulating—warning.

“You’re better off without them,” he repeated, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “But you need to leave. Now.”

Your heart pounded as you stared at him, trying to make sense of what was happening. But there was no time. You didn’t understand why, or how, but you knew this was your only chance. You nodded slowly, and he stepped aside, giving you a clear path to the door.

You stood, your legs trembling as you moved toward the exit. But before you left, you paused, turning to look at him one last time. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond, didn’t move. He just stood there, a shadow in the dark, watching as you disappeared into the night.

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

TW: Panic attack descriptions, mentions of PTSD

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's far too late for me."

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

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bewitched - cha hyunsu x reader ☆ - chapter 2

the soldier, or chanyoung as you now know, fires off multiple shots at the surrounding monsters, causing them to flinch and fall back.  as the monsters try to recover, chanyoung takes advantage of the situation by trying to back up the truck and leave the area. unfortunately, the monsters are quick to recover and begin to attack the truck head on. he manages to take out a few of the monsters, but there are far too many for him to handle on his own.

you hold your breathe, this doesn't seem real.

"miss, we have to go. theres too many of them here, i can't take them all down. its just not possible." he spoke urgently to you.

you nodded in agreement, understanding that you could both possibly die if you didn't escape soon. the sound of the monsters clawing at the truck's exterior sent shivers down your spine, you wanted to get out of here, fast.

chanyoung's eyes scanned the area over and over again, searching for any kind of escape route.

"there has to be a way out of here, there has to be!"

he muttered to himself, fingers drumming on the steering wheel anxiously.

"BANG!"

you almost fall out of your seat and yelp as a monster with multiple arms and claws crashes through the window, missing you by a few centimetres.

"this is it, i'm going to die. i'm going to die and i don't even know my own name."

you gnawed on your lip anxiously, closing your eyes and accepting your fate.

suddenly, a hissing roar shook the vehicle, as if something had heard your thoughts and sought to save you. before you could even react, the clawed creature that was previously minutes away from killing you, suddenly retreated, disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. the truck abruptly shook once more, as if something was moving around outside.

you and chanyoung exchanged a glance, both equally perplexed and on edge.

"what... what was that?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

chanyoung brings a finger up to his lips, as if to silent you. your mouth runs dry as he slowly grabs his gun from next to him, placing his finger on the trigger incase of danger.

he sits up slowly, looking out the windows. his eyes stop, widening a little. you follow chanyoung's gaze out of curiosity, eyes landing on a figure standing outside the vehicle. it was a boy, he looked young. perhaps his late teens or early twenties, you weren't so sure.

chanyoung's fingers wrapped around the door handle, the metal cold to his touch. with a soft creak, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the vehicle, his gun still clutched in his hand.

the young boy stood motionless, his expression unreadable as he stared at chanyoung. the soldier approached him slowly, gun still pointed in his direction, wary of any sudden movements.

"who are you?" chanyoung demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

the young boy didn't respond immediately, his eyes flickered from chanyoung's face to the gun pointed at him. a moment of hesitation passed before he spoke up, his voice surprisingly calm.

"my name... my name is hyunsu."

chanyoung studied the young boy, hyunsu, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

"why are you here?" he asked, still holding his gun trained on hyunsu.

hyunsu met chanyoung's gaze, a flicker of emotion running through his eyes.

"i was looking for... someone," he answered calmly, his voice betraying no hint of unease.