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bitchface24-7 · 22 hours ago

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HIS CONCUBINE(S) - VIKTOR X READER + JAYCE

synopsis: you followed Viktor to Zaun as he heals the ill and hurt from their pain. You’re his best friend, one of his partners, and now you’re a concubine. You're also Viktor’s right hand, the second leader of the commune. You couldn’t ask for a better life.

warnings: suggestiveness, getting walked in on, persuasion (damn, there goes this timeline), Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m (+ Jayce 😏)

p.s. again, this came up in conversation with @darlingmel (they changed their user) our convos are wild. If anyone wants to chat and fan girl/boy about arcane and our lovelies, I'm all for it :)

This wasn't expected. Everything that occurred before this very moment wasn't expected. But it’s nothing you'll ever complain about.

You two have built a commune, a safe haven for the people of Zaun. As Viktor heals them of all illness, aches, and pains. He's all powerful, he's kind, he's inspiring.

He's yours.

When he left the lab you secretly followed him. He caught you, obviously and quietly asked, “Why’d you come with me?”

You easily replied, “Because you need me.”

And he didn't refuse. He didn't deny it, and with that, you two made a safe spot for people who just want to live their lives in peace.

Viktor's changed a bit, but you still love him. It’s a bit staggering sometimes, but when it’s just you two it’s like nothing changed.

Except for the fact Viktor is much more touchy now.

A hand wrapped around your waist, on your hip, a hand gripping your bicep, your thigh. His hands moving up and down your sides, your back, a hand casually placed between your thighs.

The two of you are showing more skin than ever before. Viktor with his blanket dress held together with leather straps and a pin, you with your loose bottoms that sinch around your waist and cover your genitals, your legs completely exposed, with a small loose top to match.

Everyone knows your importance to The Herald. Your place at his side.

Everyone knows you're his partner.

Your other partner is about to find out as well.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The two of you are making out like teenagers in your shared space of the commune. Groping and caressing each other desperately, Viktor takes off your loose shirt and gazes appreciatively at your chest. He flicks a nipple and you gasp in pleasure, he can’t help but smirk at you.

“So sweet for me, so needy. So perfect.”

You grind your hips against his and appreciate his body, his smooth purple skin, the metal bits attached to him, his tiny waist, his long hair.

The two of you are so consumed in each other that you don't hear someone enter your space, until you hear a gasp and a massive crash.

The two of you pull away quickly and look to the side, and see someone you didn't think you’d ever see again; it’s Jayce.

And he's gapping at the two of you.

“Jayce, you came.” Viktor states, his voice smooth and happy. You look to Viktor and he nods as you get off his lap, his handmade gown undone and pooling at his tiny waist; his chest bare for the world to see.

You casually walk to Jayce, the only part keeping you modest being your loincloth. Your chest is exposed, your jewelry tinkling as you walk to your other partner, the one you thought despised you two. The one you thought was lost to you two.

“Jayce, you’re here! I never thought I'd see you again!” You exclaim as you rush up to hug him. He's dirty, smells a bit off, and looks exhausted.

He's still handsome.

He slowly hugs you back and you feel him shiver as your shoulder gets wet. Oh… he's crying.

That won't do.

“Come with me, let's get you cleaned up.” You say sweetly as you guide him out of the commune, slowly tying your top back on. Jayce looks over his shoulder to stare at Viktor, who just lightly smiles at him and nods softly, “Go. I will be right here when you come back.”

Jayce goes without a fight.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You hum as you set the bath up, steam slowly spreading across the room. The scent is nice and light, a bit sweet as well. A nice mix of lavender and vanilla.

Jayce slowly undresses and hesitates when removing his leg brace, you help him and guide him into the warm fragranced water. He groans as he sits and appreciates the warmth of the water, helping his sore muscles.

“Do you need any help at all?” You ask quietly as you watch Jayce carefully, he looks at you and his lips thin in contemplation. “I can wash my own body. I'd need help with my back and hair though.”

You nod and hand him the soaped up cloth as he washes his arms, you get a cup and fill it with water, asking Jayce to tilt back his head; he does it easily.

A lathered hand of shampoo starts to massage his head and Jayce whines, pushing back into your hands, your eyebrows furrow, “What happened to you Jayce? You're different…”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you're not. You're tired, you're hurt, you're leaning into my touch like a cat appreciating the sunlight.”

Jayce sighs sadly, “I don't know. I fell into a cave, my hammer fell onto my leg, I felt like I was going insane.”

You quietly look at him as you rinse the shampoo out of his hair, adding conditioner, and taking the rag to wash his back as Jayce just sits there.

The silence is broken by a whisper, “What is this place?”

“This is a commune for peace. To be healed, cared for, to be hidden from the war.”

Jayce inhales sharply and looks to you over his shoulder as you rinse his back, “What do you all do here? I saw a garden and… a forge.”

You smile as you tilt his head back and clean his hair one last time, “We’re self-sufficient. We cleansed the soil for prime gardening, and we make everything ourselves.”

“Why a forge?”

“Because we miss you Jayce. We love you, and we wanted a reminder of you; even when you're not here.”

Jayce’s exhale is choppy at your statement, “You two looked pretty cosy.”

You laugh at his indignant tone, “No need for jealousy Jayce, there's only two people Viktor wants by his side, and the other finally came to us.”

Jayce looks at you like a kicked puppy as you lightly kiss his cheek, “Time to change your clothes. I won't let you wear those dirty rags anymore. Its time you experience some comfort after what you've been through.”

Jayce lets you dress him up like a doll without fuss before leading him back to the commune.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor truly hasn't move from his spot. He only gets up when he sees you and Jayce. He sashays toward you two.

“Come, relax. I believe a long sleep is what you desperately need Jayce.”

Jayce huffs a laugh as Viktor puts a hand on his shoulder, slowly crawling up to cup his nape. Running his fingers at the back of his head. Your hand is still clasped into one of his.

He slumps into the bed, and damn near passes out in milliseconds. His eyes peer open as you and Viktor take a spot on each side of the exhausted man.

Viktor is carding a hand through Jayce's hair as you trace his face lightly with the pads of your hand, dragging them down his neck and chest.

Jayce sighs in content as you two take care of him. He's needed this, desperately.

“Sleep Jayce.” Viktor quietly states as he plays with his hair, “We’ll be here when you wake up.” You sweetly add as you look to your other partner.

Jayce's eyes slowly shut as his breath evens out, the two of you don't stop lightly touching him until you're certain he's asleep.

“He came.” You quietly say, your voice tinged with awe. Viktor smiles lightly at you, “He did.”

“He’s staying.”

“He is.” Viktor consents to your demanding tone. As if he'd let Jayce leave. He's his other partner, he won't let him out of his sight.

Hopefully Jayce complies.

If not... You'll make him.

He belongs to the two of you after all.

😏😏😏 oh to be Viktors concubine as he's the herald.

p.s. Your outfit is inspired by Chel’s from “The Road to Eldorado” (2000)

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mawlbone · 3 days ago

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not on theme but what if......

pregnant ghost, pregnant nikto? pregnant krueger?????????

(i need them pregante)

WADDLE - GHOST, NIKTO, KREGUER

SNIPPET: A little peek into the domestic lives of these soldiers and their partners learning to adapt with a little one on the way.

[CW: amab reader, afab characters, and afab terminology usage, no reader’s pronouns mentioned, trans pregnancy, anxiety attacks, vomiting, cramps, slight rutting, and implied sex, and physical and mental health issues mention.]

[COMMENT: Thank you for the request! Sorry about writing this so late, I wish to do the shorter asks to clean up my drafts because I am mentally exhausted everyone. Also since I already wrote about pregnant Nikto in “Cracked Cradles”, I advise new readers to read that to get some context for his part. And special thanks to fish for giving me more brainrot for everyone. And there is angst because unfortunately these men are so miserable.]

Before the deep dive, there will be a lot of personal headcanons and thoughts given to each character that I will discuss before divulging into the ask to give more context as to how they will act during pregnancy in the order above. But I will TRY to keep it short and do a whole post about it later to save you the trouble! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

For all what is considered “Simon” or “Ghost”, I wholeheartedly believe at the end of the day, he’s the kindest character in COD because of his upbringing and how he treats people he feels personally responsible for.

If you look back in the Modern Warfare 2: Ghost “Dead Life”, a lot of details are dropped of his childhood such as his father’s abuse, Tommy’s bullying and drug addiction later in life, and how it was only really having his mother defending him from everyone else. In this type of environment, it’s quite easy, hell even understandable for someone to become resentful and lash out. I won’t blame him if one of his main reasons to joining the Air Force was to escape the house once he was old enough.

But despite having to come home to his mother’s distress after his service to the news of Tommy’s newfound drug addiction and stealing to further fund it… He decides to take a long break and still decide to take care of the boy, now man that once too contributed to his troubles along with his father and get Tommy help and kick his father out of the house and declare he’ll be the one taking responsibility for them now as simply Simon.

He’s rational, he understands that his father is the root of everyone’s troubles such as introducing Tommy to drugs in the first place and constantly distressing his mother with his infidelity. And people may think this show of selflessness is only in 09’ Ghost but even 22’ Ghost, he is quite caring such as constantly joking with Soap with his dry ass humor to lighten up the tension during operations. Even dropping his professionalism when worrying about his sergeant during that specific scene when Soap collapses and didn’t hear a response from him with such a soft tone. All of that as if the nickname, “Johnny” wasn’t enough haha as Ghost too. Simon’s kindness never left him even after all his trauma.

He’s such a sweet boy.

Nikto and Krueger, while there is not a lot of detail for both of them canonically, I cry miserably at this, I do imagine both of them led quite lonely childhoods and joined armed service to find some purpose in their life. If not, possibly having some passive suicidal behaviors that never got really checked for their psych evaluation because the higher ups just need bodies at the end of the day to train, not humans.

Look, Nikto is considered still so useful and effective that the bosses declare him too valuable to waste which is scary to think about, so I won’t be surprised if Kreuger has some issues of his own that he keeps covered underneath that mask of his. I’ll write a whole analysis for them later too like Simon’s because I love them too! But this is already getting too long, so hope you enjoy domestic life with them.

Ghost

Being with Ghost means that you will have to deal with death constantly at the steps of your door with the life he leads. So he will be the type of person who absolutely will refuse to get pregnant unless he’s retired or has some 30 step plan in place to keep himself safe during it. Listen, he’s older and more experienced now, therefore that means he made a lot of new enemies and he already lost his family once, please don’t make him go through it again with you.

Though it doesn’t stop him from contemplating the family life with you still whenever he sees a family on the streets while you’re out on a walk together, it makes not exactly bitter, but somber if more so than anything wondering if he’s depriving you of that type of joy. He really likes his job, it practically defines him but staying at home and having a family again sounds a bit too good for now.

When he does get pregnant eventually after years of reassurance from you and preparation with the help of Price and Laswell to help him conceal his identity even further and moving somewhere quiet, Ghost will desperately try to be at peace throughout the duration of his pregnancy because he doesn’t want the baby to suffer from all his mood swings, and have issues because of all his hormones screwing with him.

Alongside this point, I do think the Rileys has a history of mental troubles and the last thing Ghost will want is to carry it down further to his baby. It’s not exactly that he’ll hate his child or his late family if they do inherit it but he will rather they led a much more happier life than he did without feeling like a burden all because he was greedy to have a family again.

He’ll heavily latch himself onto you whenever a nasty thought keeps cracking against his head. Getting all insecure and dealing with horrible intrusive thoughts wondering if he’ll repeat his father’s cycle of abuse onto his baby, it doesn’t help that he already looks so much like him. He will probably beg the baby to look more like you than him because the thought of seeing a resemblance to younger him makes him ill enough to lose any appetite for the rest of the day.

But months of watching you kissing and talking to the bump all while praising him for practically just existing makes his heart feel lighter about the matter when you stroke over his stretched skin and tell him how gorgeous he is still. His favorite however, that makes his heart unbearably warm is when he wakes up in the morning to see your sleepy head pressed against his tummy cuddling into the baby unconscious every time without fail. He doesn’t tell you about the countless photos he took of that moment with the golden light bathing you in warmth and illuminating that shiny ring on your finger.

During the pregnancy phase, you’ll have to move your shared bed to the corner of the room so he can feel safe while sleeping with the wall and you pressed again him, protecting and keeping the baby and him warm from the outside world. One of the many little things you had prepared for him to sooth his worries and insomnia, and when it gets so bad due to your husband’s anxiety, you’ll resort to taking Ghost into the car and driving endlessly throughout the night on long roads and around neighborhoods until the ride lulls him back to the gentle embrace of sleep fogs over his eyes once more. A large helping of sticky toffee pudding also gets him at ease enough to rest happily with how much he been craving sweets lately to end off dinner.

He becomes much more relaxed as he gets further along his pregnancy after his mind becomes more secure, just ditching the pants and wearing loose shorts and shirts around the house because he had enough dealing with soiled clothes due to his leaky chest and numerous bathroom runs because the child keeps kicking onto his bladder to annoy him for not giving her enough attention or when they just miss you too.

So you’ll have to deal with grumpy Ghost who become more needy and squirming to fit underneath your shirt to feel you skin to skin with him, badgering you to help him with his aches because it’s too uncomfortable and he’s tired! He becomes much more playful and all smiles when you decide to work from home so you can watch over him during the last few weeks until his due date. Long slow days where you get to see him sleep more and become louder, already preparing dad jokes and all that jazz.

But it’ll only be his misfortune one day when he laughed too hard at his own lame joke, leading his water to suddenly burst like a broken dam as you watched in pure dismay, as you lead him out the door with the bags to the base’s hospital with your now sheepish husband.

Nikto

Personally, Nikto in my interpretation has endometriosis and therefore has much more issues with getting pregnant in the first place with the additional pain onto him. So in “Crackled Cradles”, it was basically luck that he was able to get his daughter in the first place with more than enough affection to heal his pain away with the amount of pampering he gotten while pregnant.

With the newest addition in the family now, he’s perfectly content with you being out of his sight while he’s bonding with his baby and doing some housekeeping when you’re stuck in your home office for hours on end, just crying to yourself silently that you cannot be with Nikto despite only being a few rooms away because you have deadlines to meet. But hearing the happy cries and the warm raspy voice of your precious family just outside your door motivates you enough to continue on, even if you have to endure the droning old instructions that your superiors have to repeat continuously.

Days where he peeks into your office to drop off lunch and for some kisses or hearing your daughter crashing in on her walker babbling for some attention from you too, only for her to be dragged back outside as her protests fade away by Nikto’s hand dragging her car back outside.

Even with the abundance of affection, that doesn’t stop him from constantly pawing at your pants though as he whines and demands for another baby from you. You’ll find him begging, all teary eyed for one during his birthdays, anniversaries and even during the holidays because he wants more little you’s running around the cottage. It makes you sigh at his baby fever, especially when it gets the worst during his periods as he drag his bottom against your thigh to relieve his aches, trying to tempt you into knocking him up again, praying for hopefully more than one this time. He became so greedy and it’s your fault that he became like this after keeping him all sweet and warm, so take responsibility why don’t you?

If you wish to be mean to him, you can put on a condom on last minute to ease his aches and watch him sob when he feels rubber instead of you as he curses you for being to horrible to him. Thrashing and scratching up your back because while you’re relieving all of his bad aches, he truly wants another baby so he doesn’t get lonely too once you two grow old, he doesn’t like the idea of an empty nest in the next few decades.

So you shouldn’t be surprised the next night after tucking your daughter to sleep when you have to face your dear husband sitting atop of your bed, glaring at you to kill you twice before you turn your head to see his knife embedded into the empty box of condoms besides him. “Do it properly this time”, you’ll hear him growl as you feel cold sweat begin to drip down your back. It’s not exactly that you wanted to be mean to him, it’s that you will rather save him from the heartache since he’s already at a high risk during pregnancy. But you feel that’s too late to say as you watch Nikto begin to stalk towards you.

It’ll only be a few months later when you are met with a positive pregnancy test in your hand with Nikto with a smile so smug, he practically looks like the cat that ate the canary. You should had already learned to never mess with a dedicated soldier, especially if you are married to one. You don’t exactly have the heart to scold him gently that day for risking his health once again when he’s beaming so brightly at his bump once again.

You decide to hold it in and now just enjoy watching your daughter sleep in between her father’s legs for nap time, trying her best to lay her head as light as possible on her sibling when you came out of your office to check up on them, worried about the long silence for too long before joining their cuddle pile. You’ll take any chance for them to rest, as you gathered more cushions surround them as you continuously had to guide Nikto to go nap as well after spending too much time making matching clothes for the baby already.

Though his skin is already marred with heavy scars from the torture he had experienced, it’s not exactly he’s insecure of them much anymore with the new stretch marks littering about his arms and thighs after his first pregnancy when you made no shame in showing your appreciating by smoothing over the leftover flap of his stomach and helping him bathe and taking over his scarred skin. It makes him feel satisfied with this new life, even if he’s reduced to be more “harmless” now.

He doesn’t get what you mean when you say he looks “beautiful” when he feels all sweaty and disgusting from the labors of pain, but all that matters is the opinions of his children and you in his life, so he’s quite content even if it gets a bit busy and you have to work overtime sometimes to free your weekends to spend time with them, but life is good. He’ll have to get a bigger bed soon to fit everyone later and perhaps do some renovations on the cottage later.

Kreuger

For all what is known and isn’t known about the ever changing operator, under cold lights and the sturdiness of his form, he’s ever so reflective in the way those tiny green toy soldiers. You’ll watch dark beady eyes gaze upon you when he comes crashing into your clinic. And there you’ll become fascinated with the way his back muscles fold under your hands like cheap plastic. There’s no label for this, that’s just how it works between you, him, and the silence that envelopes you all into nothingness in the long quiet. So as long as no one knows what happens behind the closed doors of your office, this standstill will continue between you and him. Even when the heat becomes unbearably nauseating when teeth meet flesh.

It’s a familiar tango, there’s no rush for you to evade the cloak he surrounds himself with. Always rummaging through your file cabinets to help himself to your snacks, you had since learned to order more of his favorites for him. Greedy bastard… He’s cute enough to get away with it when he sleeps so soundly atop of you, with his head buried within your neck or in one of the clinic’s bed while you work. But you had been getting a bit worried with how he’ll been more sleepier nowadays. You’ll get an answer a few days later when you hear the familiar sounds of boots hitting tiles, only to be jolted at your disgruntled partner staring at you before sliding the positive test onto your desk.

There’s very little things that Kreuger can keep himself attached to. Constantly switching jobs and names entirely, except for skin and bones. It’s a shame that he keeps resting from his loneliness, he rather not open himself up for a knife to be rammed inside his chest. So forgive him if he’s a bit awkward, foolish at worst with how he tries to talk without sounding like an automated machine. He rather not leave himself all exposed but years of exposure under your hands left him trusting enough to tell you. If he wasn’t, he would’ve ran away long ago.

Arrangements had to be made immediately for him as he heavily insisted on keeping his career and the baby, but it’s fine, you had already understood this long ago when he first begin crashing into your life. Kreuger had always been adamant on having the freedom to move around, so if anything, it’s quite nice to see him more standstill if anything, all curled up and hogging the sheets. You’ll deal with the earful from your superiors later for taking him off the field for a bit.

And with how elusive Krueger is, it shouldn’t be a surprise that his pregnancy is too a mystery as you held his practically nonexistent bump. Feeling over the alabaster skin, you’ll move your hands to his newly formed love handles instead and squish the side of your hips as he complains about how much your child had been squeezing itself into the back of his stomach and them giving him back pains. You’ll laugh though when you gently poke the child to feel them and watch as they push against your hand all annoyed for bothering them. Before Kreuger deciding to grab your own to hold instead.

He’ll heavily complain about how clumsy he feels nowadays, unlike his agileness before, he more or less been could be taken as a penguin on olive oil with how much he has to hold himself onto you now. It makes him unbearably angry sometimes with how bad his legs cramp up and you’re not there to hold him. He doesn’t like anyone else touching him and he already shuns away from most of the base anyways, thankfully his silence is enough to scare most people off anyways. So you’ll try your best to massage his aches away and help him tidy up his scruff when he becomes too tired to do anything.

Eventually when he reaches his third trimester, you relocated him back to your home with him to be more comfortably situated. No longer is he confined to the cafeteria’s slop or your cabinet to fulfill his strange addictions. Here in your kitchen, he can thrive on making his fancy little sandwiches with all types of breads, cheeses, and jams filling up your cabinets now. And other small finger foods like hard pretzels to eat throughout the day. He would rather not deal with the nausea from a full stomach nowadays. But the child seems to be delighted by the taste of apple juice nowadays as Kreuger bemoans about how they are the most active whenever he’s drunk some to satisfy his cravings and kicking him excitedly before resorting back to his spine out of all places.

Desperately needs some quiet or ambient music playing whenever he goes because he doesn’t look the fogginess of his brain screwing with him and despises vomiting, so often you’ll have some gum of smelling salts for him to cool down. It leaves him a little too raw for him to deal on a regular basis. You regularly go on your knees to massage his swollen feet and put socks on for him when he cannot anymore.

While Kreuger huffs and puffs all he wants about the pain, you’ll hear him speak little endearments to the child and catch him sleeping outside with a blanket over his stomach in a porch’s chair, letting the cool evening breeze rock him to sleep. You decide to make yourself cozy and settle beside him in another chair, watching how soften his face had become without the harsh lines of anger and that net casting his face into obscurity. His face become more rounded now, sharp lines turned puffy from sleep and more weight holding onto him. He’s more human than he ever been, no longer that statuesque toy soldier you once knew before. The moment would had been endearing if it wasn’t for Kreuger’s noisy snoring scaring away the birds.

Even with a few rough patches here and there, you’ll watch Kreuger pace around the house carefully as he holds his bump and asking you to rearrange the nursery around to fit his preference. With full drawers and the sight of your sleepy husband partaking in this joy of picking out what he wishes is peaceful. You’ll have to hire someone to help you both for the birth later with how Kreuger’s lack of identity will cause trouble for the baby later, but in the present moment, you’ll simply partake in watching your man trying to choose between the two different floral sheets to align the crib with.

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running-with-kn1ves · 16 hours ago

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Can you do a fem human x yandere alien crime lord(thats slimy both figuratively and literally)? Pretty please? With a cherry on top? ��

A/N; i feel like he wasn't SLEAZY enough, but I had fun writing this one-- I feel like he's the type to worship the ground you walk on but gives you nothing but a towel to walk around in when you need clothes, if that makes sense.

Synopsis: You’ve been dealing with the same excessively sweet and debauched alien at work for over a week. You knew he was dangerous, but him robbing your workplace was not on your bucket list.

CW: Robbery, Kidnapping, guns, Yandere themes, Reader is done w/ this guys shit.

“And what can I do for you?”

You barely looked up from your desk, already painstakingly aware of who wore the shiny coat standing across from you.

“Oh I’m not too sure… what is it that you think I’m here for?”

The plastic divider separating you from outside lifeforms was not enough to keep you safe from the acid-dripping, razor-toothed, tentacled aliens coming to ask for one astral need or another.

You put down the dull nail filer, barely lifting your eyes from the desktop game sitting on pause on your computer to look at the same alien that’s come in for the fifth time this week. His fake, proficient smile did the opposite effect he was going for; instead of safety, you felt an aura of eerie and subconscious distrust. Pushing aside the unease, you focused on the nuisance he was.

“Asking for another loan again? Perhaps something stupidly obvious that a felon like you would want, like the code to the bureau’s safe? Please.” You were on the verge of reading him to filth if he tested your patience again. “I suggest you leave before I call security. Again, Demetrius.”

“Really, beautiful, I know you’d rather jump over this divider and come get me yourself; so why don’t you?”

He was leering at you, pressed against the divider to get as close as he could. His fingers left wet prints on the transparent plastic, as if he was eternally sweating. From within the dark pools of his eyes you could see something akin to fascination-- interest, delving into temptation and desire. The blacks of irises, from too many eyes to count, were all trained on you. They didn’t even glaze over to the file drawers stuck with bills and coins from hundreds of different planet currencies, nor the large vault in view of your desk.

“Why don’t you pursue someone inside your own species,” You snap, flipping the ‘open’ sign above your desk to ‘closed for break.’ “I’ve already told you, I’m not interested in affiliating with criminals wanted by the authorities-- whether it be on this planet or another.”

You whispered the last part, not wanting to cause a stir with all of the heightened senses the rest of the creatures of the room used to their advantage.

“I promised you I could get you interested, one way or another,” He smiled in a kind of skeevy way, as if he knew you’d fall to his whims by the end of the conversation. “Now I’m here to deliver that promise.”

You squint your eyes, annoyed confusion leaving you curious-- and slightly tense for what he was planning.

With the press of his wet hand, the plastic of your barrier from customers began to dissolve, steam rising from where his handprint was ingrained.

“I’d duck if I were you; I’d hate for one of my associates to accidentally shoot in your direction,” Demetrius whispered, opening up the side of his latex coat for what you knew was a gun.

His incessantly slimy hand added volume to his slick-backed hair as he pushed it back, the dark violet only a slight contrast to his dull mauve skin.

“Stay right here, okay? It’s safer; besides, I don’t want to have to scour the building looking for you when we depart.”

It happened too fast for you to even get a snide remark out, the alien throwing you a mischievous look that you didn’t know how to interpret.

Demetrius turned around and took only a few steps away from your booth, lifting a small single-shot pistol above his head, aiming it at the chandelier hanging delicately from the alabaster ceiling.

The sound of the gun going off physically made you jump, glass and gold raining from above onto patrons. Some of them screamed, others fell to cover themselves with their tens of limbs and protected their hairless scalps.

“This is a stick up! Put your hands where I can see em’, and your wallets and bags on the floor!”

The familiar, western-style terminology threw you off. There must’ve been a human in his team, one that knew the inner workings of the intergalactic bureau, of what was to be expected; you wondered if it was one of the warehouse guys.

“You heard the man. And you,” Demetrius pointed to your coworker sitting in the booth beside you, his hands up and his three eyes widened in fear. ‘Me?’ He asked with his expression.

“Open this door and take me to the vault, “ He aimed the gun straight at the alien’s forehead, straight for his middle eye. “ You know which one. And no dilly-dallying, there’s plenty of other employees here who are still alive for me to ask.”

The alien, a creature far too old to be in such an apprehensive event, slowly rose from his chair. He opened the keypad door with his frail hands, watching Demetrius with worry and a scrunch of his flappy brow.

Demetrius opened the door the rest of the way with a rough hand, leaving a wet mark against it as he strode through. He had nothing to disguise his face unlike his ‘associates’, fully aware of the security system tracking his every move. He bathed in the pride of still never having gotten caught, and yet so obvious in his maneuvers.

You knew he did some shady stuff, but to realize he was one of the more notorious crime leaders of an organization around the galaxy-- maybe you should have just let him take you on that date. He’d find out how boring you are as a human, and never would’ve dared to mess with your place of employment. Compared to all the other inhabited planets, Earth’s bureau was poor and barely held enough money to keep itself standing!

You watched as he strode toward the iron circular door at the back, looking agape and wondering if pressing the red button on your desk would do any good at this point.

“Demetrius, wait,” You found yourself speed walking toward him as another one of his goons came in through the open keypad door to the staff office. “Can’t we just work this out? Zark is shaking in his loafers over there, afraid you’re going to kill him; and so is everyone else,” You wringed your fingers, wondering if he liked you enough to not shoot you for talking while he was in the middle of a robbery. “I just-- we don’t have anything, really. We’re understaffed as it is, most of the people who work here are half a decade away from death-- I doubt there’s anything back here you’d even want!”

Demetrius’s fellow robber pulled forward another human, this time her arm in his grip as he pointed some kind of inhuman weapon at the vault.

She hesitantly moved toward it, pressing down the buttons on the safe keypad as slowly as possible.

“You’d think with all these different species mingling someone would’ve developed a weapon to break into safes by now….” You mutter, watching as Demetrius slides his cat-like eyes toward you.

His wide mouth rested in a serious frown, the heartless and almost smug expression of a criminal-- of course, which turned up in an obnoxious grin when you were the only one capable of seeing his face.

“We've already done the work. Everything here is coming with us.” He leered at you when he said this, scanning your business-casual outfit as if he weren’t truly paying attention, rubbing his chin with his unoccupied hand.

The vault popped open with a crisp sound, having been sealed shut since you had started working at the bureau; not enough money came in or out for anyone to need to open it.

Demetrius looked inside, seeming content with the little bit of foreign cash and multitude of safe deposit boxes that could easily be broken into. He turned back to you as his colleagues brought duffle bags and began stacking.

“There might not be much here, but it's enough to set you up on Aurelius. Get you a nice apartment below mine that we can share; mine's really just for business, you know,” He slid on a pair of black, lacquered gloves that stopped at his wrist, paying hardly any mind to the frightened bureau workers around him. “And from there, I can take you on a real date. Unless, this was enough for you to fall for me?”

He snickered, as you tried to peer behind him, wondering if your own locked safe of meek life savings would be spared.

“Wait-- Aurelius? Like, lightyears away Aurelius?! The planet you’re WANTED on?”

“Pshh, I’m not gonna let the mere threat of ‘jail time’ linger over my head and stop me from going home. Besides, you’ll fit right in there. You can meet my family!”

He smoothened the sides of your arms with his now covered hands, the slimy excretion of his skin blocked by a thin layer of leather. The fabric protecting his hands was cold, but you could feel a radiation of warmth coming from within him; from the open of his collar, a thin, shiny chain dangling with scripts you weren’t familiar with, the black attire underneath his intense coat far nicer and alien-esque than you realized; well, he was a full-fledged leader of an interplanetary crime boss after all.

Which meant this mini robbing scheme was ultimately useless to him. It really couldn’t have been all for you… could it?

“But why would I--”

“Well, obviously you’re going to need somewhere to stay. And after you realize how perfect we are together, it’ll begin to feel like home;” Demetrius put his hand to your cheek, moving you closer towards him as you continue to squeeze your hands. “And what better place to live than in a place we can share together? And-- Sorry, but there’s no way I’m staying on this garbage of a prehistoric planet; you’ll like Aurelius much better.”

Leaning down, he brought your cheek against his, squishing your face. He was warm, wet, and far too close for comfort. You didn’t expect the contact and even let out a small yelp as his cheek pushed against your own. The wet silk coating his skin made your cheek tingle, his scent that of a chemical and sandalwood mixture; he must’ve put some kind of men’s cologne on beforehand. You had firsthand experience knowing how... Oddly, some aliens could smell.

“We’ll live in luxury, with more extravagancy that you could ever get from this life,” He gestures to the rest of the bureau with the pistol in his free hand. “I’ll have you all to myself.. And me to you.”

You try to push away from the perspiration of his body, your cheek now slick with a substance thicker than sweat.

“Is this how you planned on ‘getting me’ the entire time? Thinking that robbing where I work and lifting me off my feet would work just like that?” You wipe your cheek with a disgusted grimace on your shirt sleeve, hands entrapped in Demetrius’ as he watched you.

“Yes, yes I did. And you know why?” He gleamed at your inquisitive stare. “Because you don’t have a choice.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, ready to shoot back at him.

“You never did. But I waited until now to let you know-- to prevent you from doing something stupid, like trying to run away-- which would only end up getting your coworkers here killed.”

He whined the last sentence, as if he were a child who didn’t want to do something but you were making him.

“So, with that, why don’t we head to the ship, have a few drinks, change into something more comfortable.. Let these boys do the rest of the dirty work, huh?” Demetrius grinned the depraved smile you had gotten accustomed to. You watched the gold tint in his eyes grow more potent, the small details of gold in his lilac skin burning just a bit brighter.

Slinging a heavy arm around you, Demetrius turns you around toward the exit, leaning close as you hear the scrambling of a scuffle from behind, your elderly coworker letting out a rasp of fear.

“It takes five months to reach Aurelius, there sure will be a lot of time on our hands. But, I can think of a few things that’ll help it pass.”

You feel the entirety of your body shrivel up at the look on the aurelian’s face, secretion from his smooth skin making it so his cheeks had a glistening sheen, his eyes watery and black-- focused solely on you-- on holding your gaze.

The sounds of a few women screaming rings throughout the spacious, marble building. Another bullet is released, slightly muted as it fires into something solid.

His blunt teeth were pearlescent beams coming from his wide mouth, so trained on the way your blouse was a thin cotton in his hands, thin enough he could feel the tepid skin underneath with just a gloved hand on your shoulder. A hand that was slowly lowering itself to the middle of your back, then its curve.

You stopped in your tracks, going rigid and on the verge of turning your feet to race back around-- but the cold steel digging into your abdomen made you think twice. Demetrius grabbed your hip at the sudden change, determined to find a reason to bring you closer. You were unknowingly doing him a favor, truly.

You were quick to start moving again as the goons belonging to demetrius watched you halt. Through the glass doors to the outside of the bureau you saw something big and gleaming-- a meteor-sized obsidian rock sitting in the middle of the road as its front ‘doors’ opened.

Demetrius says something about your fiery behavior being enticing, but that it would get you killed if you didn’t listen to him. Your eyes glazed over, letting his voice travel to the back of your mind as you focused on the loose way he held the cold metal of the gun close to your stomach.

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cei1ne · 15 hours ago

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—You suffer from anemia yet your boyfriends as supportive as ever, just in his own way

დ .•*”Summary: You suffer from anemia but you don’t let it stop you from becoming a hero, yet, your boyfriend’s a stubborn mess and forced you to rest.

༺ღ༒Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Anemic!Reader

☆࿐ཽ༵Tags: High school; Relationship; UA; GN!Reader

＊*•̩̩͙Warnings: Cursing?; Anemia; Overprotective boyfriend

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Word count: 3.8k

‧͙⁺˚*･A/N: Someone requested this but it was anonymous and my tumblr was bugging lately! It just got deleted but I still had lots of fun writing this and I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading this! And I didn’t know if they meant headcanons or Scenario so I just did both!

Headcanons: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Anemic!Reader

1. Worry Masked by Irritation: Bakugou would constantly mask his concern for your condition by pretending to be annoyed. He’d grumble about you being “too weak” but would secretly go above and beyond to ensure you’re healthy.

2. Diet Control Freak: He’d take control of your meals, researching iron-rich foods and sneaking them into your diet. If you tried to resist, he’d shove a plate at you with a snarky remark like, “Eat this before I lose it.”

3. Hyper Awareness: Bakugou would become hyper-aware of your signs of fatigue or dizziness. If you so much as swayed while standing, he’d immediately drag you to sit down.

4. Loud Protector: If anyone dared to tease or question you about your condition, he’d explode (figuratively and maybe literally). “You got something to say?! Say it to me!”

5. Gentle in Private: Though Bakugou is explosive in public, in private, he’d show softer affection. He’d tuck blankets around you, carry you to bed if you overexerted yourself, and grumble softly, “Don’t push yourself, idiot.”

6. Hates Seeing You Weak: Seeing you too tired to get up genuinely unnerves him. He’d pace, bark orders, and eventually sit by your side, silently holding your hand.

7. Acts of Service: Bakugou would do small things like fetching water, helping you stand, or taking on your chores. Of course, he’d act like it’s no big deal. “You’re lucky I’m not a total asshole, huh?”

8. Research Master: He’d secretly learn about anemia from every available resource and even consult Recovery Girl or doctors. He wouldn’t tell you about it, though; he’d just start doing things that showed he knew what he was talking about.

9. Training Adjustment: He’d modify training sessions for you, subtly encouraging you to take breaks without making you feel weak. He might even offer to spar lightly to “keep you on your toes.”

10. Blunt Reassurance: If you ever felt self-conscious about your condition, Bakugou would bluntly shut you down. “You’re not weak. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

Got it! Here’s the extended version of the scenario, which will build up to at least 4,000 words with added details, inner thoughts, interactions with other characters, and expanded scenes.

Rest is for the Weak (But Not for You)

The morning started like any other. The dorms buzzed with activity as Class 1-A prepared for the day ahead. You had been one of the first to wake, though not because you were particularly eager. A familiar heaviness sat on your chest, and your limbs felt as though they were weighed down by lead.

It was nothing new. This was your normal.

“Y/N, you doing okay?” Mina’s cheerful voice rang out as she caught sight of you rubbing your temples. “You look kinda pale.”

You gave her a small smile, brushing it off. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.”

“You sure? I can grab you something from the cafeteria real quick if you need it!”

“Thanks, Mina, but I’m good,” you said firmly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

She hesitated but eventually nodded, skipping off to join the others. As you gathered your things and headed toward the training grounds, you could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on you.

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Bakugou.

He didn’t say anything, but his narrowed eyes and furrowed brow made it clear he’d heard the exchange. You pretended not to notice and hurried to catch up with the others, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue.

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The training session was supposed to be routine—a series of combat drills designed to test reflexes and stamina. You had been paired with Midoriya for a sparring match, something that usually wouldn’t faze you.

But today, every movement felt sluggish. Your punches lacked their usual strength, and your dodges were just a fraction too slow. Midoriya, ever the observant one, noticed almost immediately.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked, concern etched into his face as he blocked one of your weak punches.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, dodging to the side as he retaliated.

But the dizziness was getting worse. Your vision blurred at the edges, and the sound of your own heartbeat roared in your ears.

“Y/N—”

“Stop holding back!” you snapped, cutting him off.

Midoriya flinched but complied, though his hits were clearly pulled. You hated it—hated the pity in his eyes, the way he seemed afraid to fight you properly. You wanted to prove you could keep up, that you weren’t a liability.

And then your knees buckled.

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“Oi! What the hell are you doing, Deku?!”

Bakugou’s voice rang out across the gym, loud enough to make everyone pause. You barely registered the sound of his boots stomping across the floor before he was standing between you and Midoriya, his crimson eyes blazing.

“I-It wasn’t his fault—” you started, but Bakugou cut you off with a sharp glare.

“Shut it, dumbass,” he growled before turning back to Midoriya. “What the hell were you thinking, letting them push themselves like that?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to respond but quickly decided against it, his expression shifting to one of resignation.

“And you,” Bakugou snarled, rounding on you. “What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve hurt yourself!”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, trying to push past him.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. He grabbed your arm—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

“You’re not fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re done. Sit down before you pass out.”

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Bakugou practically dragged you to the edge of the gym, ignoring your protests as he deposited you on a bench. The other students watched from a distance, their whispered conversations filling the air.

“Bakugou, you’re overreacting,” you muttered, crossing your arms as he crouched in front of you.

“Overreacting, my ass,” he shot back, his tone sharp. “You’re pale as shit, and you can’t even stand up straight. Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

You glared at him, but the dizziness made it hard to keep your head up. Bakugou noticed immediately and let out an irritated sigh.

“Tch. Stay here,” he ordered before stomping off.

When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a water bottle and a protein bar. He shoved them at you without a word, his scowl deepening when you hesitated.

“Eat. Drink. Now,” he barked.

“Bakugou, I don’t need—”

“Don’t argue with me, dumbass!” he snapped, his voice louder than necessary. “Just do it!”

You flinched but complied, taking small sips of water and nibbling on the protein bar.

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When the session ended, Bakugou didn’t give you a choice about walking back to the dorms together. He hovered close, his sharp eyes scanning you for any signs of weakness.

“You didn’t have to walk me back,” you muttered, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

“Shut up. You’re lucky I didn’t carry your ass,” he shot back.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. But as you reached the dorms, Bakugou’s voice softened.

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/N,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his demeanor. “I do take care of myself.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. “If you did, I wouldn’t have to babysit you all the damn time.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the exhaustion caught up with you, and you leaned against the wall for support.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant, his hand on your arm as he steadied you.

“See? This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he grumbled. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

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Once inside your room, Bakugou made himself at home, pulling a chair up beside your bed as you sat down.

“You’re not staying,” you said, giving him a tired look.

“Like hell I’m not,” he retorted, crossing his arms. “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do something stupid.”

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re an idiot,” he shot back, though there was no real heat behind his words.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the tension gradually fading as the weight of the day settled over you. Bakugou’s presence, as much as you hated to admit it, was comforting.

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The silence in your dorm room was a strange thing. Bakugou wasn’t one to enjoy stillness, yet here he was, sitting in your chair like he belonged there, arms crossed as he glared at the wall. The occasional sound of his foot tapping against the floor was the only thing breaking the quiet.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said finally, unable to take the tension anymore.

“Too bad,” he replied curtly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You’re seriously overreacting. I just got a little dizzy.”

He turned his sharp gaze on you, the intensity in his crimson eyes making you freeze. “A little dizzy? You couldn’t even finish training without almost eating shit in front of everyone.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you muttered, looking away.

“I’m not saying it to piss you off, dumbass,” he snapped, leaning forward slightly. “I’m saying it because you’re being reckless.”

You stared at him, surprised by the raw frustration in his voice. Katsuki Bakugou was never one to sugarcoat his words, but there was something different about the way he spoke to you now—like he was genuinely afraid for you.

“I just don’t want to hold anyone back,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugou’s expression softened for a moment, though his scowl quickly returned. “You’re not holding anyone back,” he said firmly. “You think I give a crap if you can’t keep up sometimes? You’re not weak, Y/N.”

The words caught you off guard. You’d always thought Bakugou saw weakness as unforgivable, that he’d look down on anyone who couldn’t match his relentless energy. Hearing him say otherwise left you speechless.

“Tch. Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m just telling the truth. Now shut up and rest.”

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Despite Bakugou’s insistence that you stay in bed, word of your condition had spread among your classmates, and it wasn’t long before a few of them came knocking.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Mina burst into the room, her usual enthusiasm dampened by concern. She carried a small bag of snacks, which she set on your bedside table with a flourish.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Bakugou interjected from his seat, his voice dripping with irritation. “Now get out.”

“Bakugou, be nice!” Kirishima appeared behind Mina, giving his friend a pointed look before turning to you. “We just wanted to check on you, Y/N. You scared us a little back there.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, guilt creeping into your tone. “I just… overdid it.”

“You think?” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, we’re glad you’re okay. Just take it easy, all right? And don’t let Bakugou boss you around too much.”

“Too late for that,” you joked, earning a glare from Bakugou.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Mina and Kirishima finally left, though not without a promise to check in on you again later. As soon as the door closed, Bakugou let out an irritated huff.

“They don’t know when to leave,” he grumbled.

“They’re just worried,” you said, leaning back against the pillows. “You don’t have to be so rude.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need a damn audience while I’m trying to take care of you,” he shot back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Trying to take care of me? Is that what this is?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing again.

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That night, long after Bakugou had begrudgingly left your room, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His words from earlier echoed in your mind.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.”

It was such a simple statement, yet it meant more to you than you could explain. For as long as you could remember, you’d been battling the fear that your anemia made you a burden. You hated the idea of being someone others had to take care of.

But Bakugou didn’t see you that way.

You weren’t sure when he’d started paying such close attention to you, but his protectiveness was undeniable. It was infuriating at times, but it also warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t ignore.

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When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of food.

Groggily sitting up, you saw Bakugou standing by your desk, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“What’s it look like?” he replied, setting the tray down on your lap. “You’re eating before training today.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You made this?”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just eggs and toast. Not like I cooked a five-star meal.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked up your fork. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, looking away. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

As you ate, you noticed how he lingered by the door, his usual impatience replaced by something softer.

“Are you gonna watch me the whole time?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he shot back.

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Over the next few weeks, Bakugou’s concern for you became an undeniable part of your routine. He started carrying snacks and water bottles with him during training, shoving them at you whenever he thought you looked tired. He adjusted his own training schedule to keep an eye on you, even if it meant sparring with someone else so he could watch from a distance.

And while he never outright said it, his actions spoke volumes.

One day, after a particularly exhausting training session, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the gym, your legs dangling over the side as you tried to catch your breath. Bakugou appeared beside you, handing you a cold water bottle without a word.

“Thanks,” you said, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip.

“Tch. Don’t mention it,” he muttered, sitting down next to you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the gym fading into the background. It was moments like this that reminded you just how much Bakugou cared, even if he’d never admit it.

“You’re not weak, you know,” he said suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” you said quietly, using his first name for the first time in weeks.

He didn’t say anything, but the faint smile that tugged at his lips was enough.

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nanamis-bigtie · 3 days ago

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I put together a list of my favorite gender neutral (including afab and amab) & nonbinary reader y/n fics. It's mostly Nanami-Higuruma-Kusakabe but there are sporadically other characters and fandoms interwoven. Not all of fics were labelled as such by their authors but I read them all and can guarantee they fall into either gn or nb category. I'll be updating the list whenever I find something that will occupy my head rent-free. If you found my rec list helpful, show creators from it the love and feedback they deserve ❤

JUJUTSU KAISEN

↬ "how long have i been asleep?" by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ “open your mouth for me, baby” by @ohnococo ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ “sorry for the cuddling. i’m usually not that clingy.” by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ a calm weekend at least by @/clumsyraccoon ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ a lesson in humility (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami & gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ accidentally saying ‘i love you’ during sex by @webism ↬ higuruma x gn reader, nsfw

↬ better together by @finitehearts ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ beyond the surface by @honey-decadence ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ blindfold by @husbandograveyard ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ blowing nanami one shot by @teddybeartoji ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ brat (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ bruises off the peach by @lale-txt ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ cockwarming by @husbandograveyard ↬ toji x afab reader, nsfw

↬ confessing to you by @lale-txt ↬ gojo, higuruma, nanami x gn reader

↬ deception (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ yuta x afab reader, nsfw

↬ dom drop by @nagumoan ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ drunk sex by @husbandograveyard ↬ shoko x afab reader, nsfw

↬ ecstacy (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ yuta x amab reader, nsfw

↬ fighting turned confession by @dreamkidddream ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ first kiss by @lemonszesty ↬ higuruma, shiu x gn reader

↬ good boy, atsuya by @finitehearts ↬ kusakabe x gn reader, nsfw

↬ good boys go to heaven by @ohnococo ↬ higuruma x afab reader, nsfw

↬ helping hand by @ohnococo ↬ geto x gn reader

↬ here with you by @ohnococo ↬ ijichi x afab reader, nsfw

↬ in a long distance relationship by @lale-txt ↬ naoya, nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ just a phone call away (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ keeping warm by @lemonszesty ↬ higuruma x gn reader

↬ look at me (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ love potion by @ohnococo ↬ sukuna x afab reader, nsfw

↬ only one for me (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ itadori x afab reader, nsfw

↬ overcumming overtime (ao3 link) by @/bladestar ↬ nanami x nonbinary reader, nsfw

↬ pleasure by @dreamkidddream ↬ gojo x gn reader, nsfw

↬ pretty please by @lemonszesty ↬ gojo, higuruma, toji x gn reader, nsfw

↬ relax, baby by @toadtoru ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ respond with cruelty (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ sukuna x amab reader, nsfw

↬ sacrifice (ao3 link) by @/theracoonslair ↬ sukuna x afab reader, nsfw

↬ safe house by @lale-txt ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ sex toys by @hauntedhokage ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ sleep tight by @ohnococo ↬ higuruma x afab reader, nsfw

↬ somnophilia by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ taking care of you by @lemonszesty ↬ kusakabe x gn reader

↬ the suffocation of fear by @arvandus ↬ kusakabe x gn reader, nsfw

↬ the way to man's heart by @ohnococo ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ this must be the place by @ohnococo ↬ ijichi x afab reader, nsfw

↬ waves on distant shores (ao3 link) by @/theracoonslair ↬ higuruma x gn reader

↬ what the cat dragged in by @lale-txt ↬ gojo x gn reader

↬ working with you by @/clumsyraccoon ↬ kusakabe x afab reader, nsfw

BLUE LOCK

↬ new tricks by @umemiyan ↬ shidou x gn reader

DEMON SLAYER

↬ bite the hand by @lale-txt ↬ tengen x afab reader, nsfw

↬ love drunk by @seedsofagony ↬ rengoku x gn reader, nsfw

↬ overwhelm by @seedsofagony ↬ haganezuka x gn reader, nsfw

↬ string of pearls by @seedsofagony ↬ tengen x afab reader, nsfw

↬ work hard, play hard by @seedsofagony ↬ haganezuka x gn reader, nsfw

MY HERO ACADEMIA

↬ diner vignette by @mx-paradox ↬ mirko x gn reader

divider by saradika. if you write gender neutral/afab/amab/nonbinary reader (especially with nanami, higuruma or kusakabe) or know someone who writes, please feel free to share links with me ❤

#fic recs #jjk fic recs #gender neutral reader #gn reader #afab reader #nonbinary reader #nb reader

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cece693 · 8 hours ago

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Batman's Code of Ethics

pairing: bruce wayne x gender neutral reader tags: batman's code of ethics, sad ending for the batman, divorce, relationship conflict, vengeance

You first met Bruce Wayne at a fundraiser in downtown Gotham—one of those glamorous events where champagne sparkled and conversations danced on the knife’s edge of philanthropy and pretense. But it was the little moments that made you fall in love with him: how he paused to listen intently when you spoke, the gentle way he rested his hand against yours, the subtle but steadfast warmth in his gaze.

That warmth was what drew you in. It was what bound the two of you together in a promise—one that, in time, grew to include your son, Jason Todd. From the outside, you were Gotham’s picture-perfect family. But beneath the veneer of limousines and charity balls was the knowledge that every night Bruce put on the cowl, he wrestled with the darkness that consumed his city. It didn't bother you in the beginning—you knew Batman and Bruce were one; you couldn't ask him to leave the suit behind in favor for your family. But when that call came through—saying that Jason had gone missing, changed everything

Your heart has never felt heavier, not in the far corners of childhood loneliness nor in the quiet heartbreak of the many nights Bruce spent alone on the streets. You never knew grief could taste this bitter—tainted by the helpless anger now threading through your every breath. The walls of Wayne Manor seem to loom around you, suffocating and full of shadows. The place once felt like home; now feels like a mausoleum.

Outside, rain spatters the windows, each drop a dull percussion to the cacophony in your head. You’re standing near the fireplace, hands balled into fists, knuckles white with tension. Across the room, Bruce stares at you. His posture is rigid, arms stiff at his sides. The family painting you had commissioned is hung on the far wall, and seeing it cause fresh tears to fall. Jason, your son—dead.

“I can’t believe this, Bruce,” you say, voice shaking with rage. “He was our son. Our boy. And you’re telling me there’s nothing you can do?”

He closes his eyes briefly, as though trying to steady himself. “You know I want justice,” he says, voice low and rough. “But I have—Batman has—rules.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood. That single phrase, Batman has rules, ignites something in you, the memory of your son’s laughter mixing with the image of his lifeless body. “Do you think I care about Batman’s rules right now?” The words rip from your throat. “Don’t you dare throw your precious code at me! This isn’t about your crusade—this is about avenging the murder of our child.”

Bruce’s jaw tightens. His hands clench, the only outward sign he’s losing his carefully placed composure. “Gotham can’t fall into anarchy. I made a vow never to cross that line—”

“I can’t believe you’re more concerned about crossing lines than ending the one monster who took him from us!” you shout, voice echoing in the large room. “That clown…that monster is roaming free—he’ll do it again, Bruce. He will. And you won’t do anything?”

Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the tension. The fireplace flickers, and for an instant, you see every etched line on Bruce’s face—the strain, the sorrow, and the anger. He steps closer, each footfall echoing in the hush.

“You think I’m not doing anything?” he hisses, voice tremoring with a swirl of agony and indignation. “Every night, I go out there, I chase him, I stop him from harming someone else. But I don’t kill. Because if I do it once—just once—there’s no going back. The city will have lost its symbol of hope. I will have lost myself.”

You hurl the words at him, your voice trembling, “Symbols don’t matter more than life! More than Jason’s life! Don’t you want the Joker to suffer? Don’t you want to see him punished for what he did?”

“He’ll be punished by the law,” Bruce insists, though the confidence he’s trying to project is thin. “He’s going to Arkham—”

“Arkham?” you bark a laugh that feels like it tears you open from the inside. “He’ll escape again. He always does. You know it. I know it. And the cycle goes on, more people die, more children are orphaned, more families are broken. How many more Jasons? How many more nights do we have to grieve?”

He breathes hard through his nose, turning away as if to gather the scattered fragments of composure. “It’s not that simple—”

“Maybe it is that simple,” you say quietly, your initial anger collapsing into sorrow. “Maybe I just have to accept that what you wear at night means more to you than the life we built…than the son we raised together.”

You see the pain slice through him like a physical wound. He’s trembling, fists in tight knots at his sides, face set in grim lines. “Don’t do that,” he warns in a near whisper. “Don’t question how much I loved him. Don’t say this is about not caring. God, you know I cared. I love him. But I refuse to become the very thing I despise.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” you ask, voice breaking. “Just stand by and let the system fail us again? Let the Joker walk free in six months, only to put someone else in a grave? I…I can’t do this. I can’t keep standing by.”

He takes a step closer, the space between you so thick with tension it’s almost tangible. Then he hesitates, gaze flicking over your features, and you see it clearly—a snap of anger flaring in him.

“You don’t understand me,” he spits in frustration. “You never did. You fell in love with the man behind the mask, but you never understood why the mask exists in the first place.” His voice is a tremulous roar in the hush. “You claim to know me, to love me, but you’d see me become a murderer?”

Every word that leaves his mouth strikes with precision, forcing your eyes to sting with tears you fight to keep at bay. “I’m not asking you to become anything,” you manage, voice raw. “I’m asking you to do what any father—any husband—would do. I’m asking you to show the Joker that he can’t take everything we have without real consequences.”

Your pleas dangle in the silence. You wait, though your heart already feels like it’s shattering. Bruce’s lips part, but no words come. You see the torment running through his mind, the moral lines he’s drawn over and over again since he first became the Batman. And you see the part of him that wants to agree with you, that wants to break the Joker and end the nightmare. But that war rages behind his eyes, and you realize he will not cross that line, no matter how deep the wound.

The hush that ensues is deafening. Finally, Bruce tears his gaze from yours. In that final, wordless moment, you understand each other too well. His morality—his vow—stands as an unbreakable wall between you, between him and vengeance, between your love and the path that would bring you both finality.

You brush past him, feeling the heat radiate off his body even as the chill of his rigid stance sets in. The only sound is your ragged breathing and the patter of the rain outside.

Days turn into weeks, and you sleep in separate bedrooms. Though you both wander the Manor’s halls like ghosts, you barely speak. And when you do, conversations are clipped and tinged with bitterness. Alfred’s gentle attempts at bridging the gap only highlight the chasm.

Gotham’s nights still see Batman swooping through the city, chasing down criminals, returning them to Arkham. It’s all the same routine that took your son away, all the same cycle that left Jason’s place at the dinner table forever empty.

The day of Jason’s funeral arrives. You stand in front of his headstone—Jason Todd Wayne, beloved son. Bruce stands next to you, silent as a statue. The city’s skyline is stark behind you both. The weight of finality sinks in: he is truly gone. And the man you love, whose eyes reflect unspeakable pain, remains as resolute as ever in the vow that distances him from you.

In that moment, sorrow merges with conviction; you realize you can’t be with him like this. You can’t reconcile yourself to it. You can’t keep watching him throw criminals back into Arkham only for them to escape. You can’t watch him refuse the final step, the step you desperately believe in, to save another family from this torment.

You quietly take off the ring Bruce gave you—polished titanium, etched with your initials. You slip it into his hand, fingers closing over his palm, and brush away the tears that fall freely now.

“Bruce,” you whisper, voice thick with grief, “I can’t stand at your side after this. What you’re doing, how you’re not ending it. Maybe it’s noble. Maybe it makes you a hero. But I can’t live with it. Not after Jason.”

He looks at the ring, the bright metal in his gloved hand. He doesn’t speak, his throat too tight with emotion. You think for a moment he’ll protest—that he’ll reach for you, try to fix what’s broken—but he doesn’t. Perhaps he knows, deep inside, that his unyielding lines will never coincide with yours now.

Months later, in a quiet lawyer's office, the finalization of your divorce is as cold and pragmatic as signing any legal form. The media never gets wind of it—the Wayne name shields such intimate heartbreak behind well-guarded gates. You walk away from the building's room with finality. Nothing left to say.

You remember Bruce once whispering, We do what we must for Gotham, for justice. But for you, the definition of justice had changed irrevocably the day you lost Jason. There is no bridging the distance between your brand of justice and Batman’s unwavering line.

In the hush of your new apartment, boxes half-unpacked, you find a small photo of you, Bruce, and Jason on a rare sunny day by the Manor gardens. Jason’s grin is broad, unstoppable—the future once felt so boundless. You press the photo to your chest, letting the wave of grief pass over you like a slow tide, your tears falling onto a cardboard box top.

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lovesick-desires · 13 hours ago

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VALETUDINARIANISM

YANDERE!VIKTOR X IMMUNOCOMPROMISED!READER — CHAPTER THREE

‎‎‎‎PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⇠ ✩ ⇢ NEXT CHAPTER [THE END/COMING SOON]

ABSTRACT: On arrival to the commune, you learn their blissful ways of life that could be yours: one without pain or suffering. However, that wouldn't last for long... CONTENT WARNINGS: major character death, yandere behavior, mass death, coercion, murder, self-hatred (Viktor), god complex (Viktor), swearing, mentions of apocalyptic outcomes, mentions of war TAGS: gender neutral reader, major season two spoilers, minor canon divergence, utilization of other canon characters in the plot, use of Google Translate for Czech, no descriptors for reader, no use of "y/n", slight JayVik if you squint, maybe ooc Mel and Jayce (not sure), lack of Viktor in this chapter but dw he will be more prominent in the next one, semi proof read (N)SFW?: SFW WORD COUNT: 3.2k+ VIKTOR'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: delusional, protective

Through the decrepit streets of the Undercity, The Machine Herald sauntered beside you, leading you back to the commune. The cerulean light from the midnight moon basked both your forms, its crescent body hanging among the twinkling stars that were meticulously dappled over the canvas of the midnight sky. With the bottle of pills clutched in your digits and his cane in his, you two walked in silence in the nightly solace. The cacophony of Zaunite nightlife and bar fights dissipated as the symphony of nature faded in as you two drawing closer to the commune.

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad, maybe you were just overreacting, maybe... just maybe, Viktor was right.

"Are you afraid of me, miláček¹?" Viktor muttered, his voice percolating his lips. His whisper garnered your attention, your gaze flickering up to the man beside you.

"Fear is... not exactly how I feel, Machine Herald. I'd say... uncertainty would be better." You carefully replied, your words well thought-out. This elicited an affirmative hum from the healer, the clicking of his cane following.

"Rozumím²," Viktor muttered, halting at the gate of the commune before you two. His kaleidoscopic eyes shifted to meet your gaze, a soft glimmer in them from the moon above. "You are uncertain of the future then, yes?" He added, his voice warm as the corners of his lips turned upward. You stood beside him as you gave him a small nod.

"You can understand my... reluctancy, right? I mean, this whole thing it just feels like it's—"

"Too good to be true, yes?" Viktor interjected, rotating his torso to face you. "I thought so too. I thought that things could never get better for me due to my weak, fragile, human form. I felt that I was going be six feet under before I could even turn 35, to be honest." He lamented, his gaze shifting to his cane. The healer stood in silence for a moment, his digits squeezing around the cane in his palm. His brows knitted together as his gaze hardened.

"I was bounded by the limits of my flesh and bones, the blood pumping through my veins, my viscera within, and in short, my humanity." Viktor muttered, somatophobia evident in his tone. "It was nothing but a hinderance to my true potential. Therefore, I sought to better it by any means necessary." Viktor declared, gazing out at the commune, fixing his posture as he gazed upon his creation. With a reluctant hand, you place it upon the healer's shoulder, garnering a soft gasp from him.

"Are you... glad you did?" You questioned, looking over at The Machine Herald.

"Glad is... not exactly how I feel, I believe that empowered would be better in that use." Viktor proclaimed, taking a step closer to the commune as your hand slipped from his shoulder. "Before, I felt powerless and febrile, but now, I feel as if I can do anything. I have healed so many people, so many ailments and disabilities." Viktor added triumphantly. With this, his colorful eyes gazed back towards you, a soft smile graced his pale lips.

"And I hope you become one of the people I have healed. I believe it will be... glorious" Viktor spoke softly, his voice laced with honey.

To this, you nodded, smiling softly back.

Two days had passed since you decided to give the commune a try. It had been a fresh breath of fresh air in your aching lungs, seeing people live so peacefully without fear or pain. The more and more you saw, the more you wished to join them. However, you gave yourself three days to make sure you were certain. This was a big life decision after all. It was an idyllic little commune, or so you thought.

You were helping some of the soup kitchens prepare food for the nightly supper when you felt an all-familiar burning in your lungs, causing a series of coughs to erupt from your throat. Others looked at you with concern and worry, one of the commune's chefs came up to you, assisting you into a chair as you dug in your pocket for your pills. Soon enough, your fingers wrapped around the pill bottle, fishing it out with ease as your throat burned with agony. Opening the bottle, you quickly pulled out one of the five, leaving the last four. You figured there was no need to refill them at this point as you most likely would never need them again in a days time.

Slipping the pill under your tongue, the chef rubbed your back with concern, others gazing at you with concern and whispering among themselves. Over the course of the next minute, the pain slowly seized as you took some deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" The chef questioned, his brows knitted together in concern. With a sniffle, you nodded your head, watching as the other members went back to their tasks, talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers. You could feel the judgement from the dissipating crowd as you rose to your feet, brushing it off.

"I-I'm okay, thank you." You spoke to the chef, adjusting your posture.

Besides the occasional judgmental individual, you felt like you could fare well in this commune. People were so nice and accepting, the land and food was plentiful, and you felt like you could genuinely get better if you accepted Viktor's blessings.

A flash bright light from outside followed by a loud bang filled your senses, causing your blood to run cold. Something was very wrong. Rushing out of the food tent, you gazed out at the center, concern brewing in your chest. A large eruption could be seen from the orb as if a large hole had been blasted through it. Remnants of the orb floated in the air amidst the eruption.

Looking around at the commune members who seemed to be just as confused, the fingerprint markings on their bodies from Viktor's healings began to glow a bright white. One by one, people began to collapse, dropping to the floor like flies with eyes wide and mouths agape. Your breathing quickens as you watch everyone collapse one by one, some still on their knees as soft beams of golden light emit upwards from their markings.

What the hell is going on?

You gaze back at the orb to see a man sneaking out of it while wielding what appeared to be some sort of large hammer. His golden eyes looked around frantically as his chapped lips let out soft gasps as he seemed to be running from the orb. Without thinking, you ran after the mysterious man, your legs sprinting to catch up as you chased him towards the edge of the commune, to get some sort of answer to this madness.

"Wait!" You cried out, alerting the man whose boots slid against the dirt road to a halt. His head snapped back to your direction, his deep brown hair laid in thick strands on his tan forehead.

"How are you not turned into—"

""Who are you? Everyone just collapsed! What was that loud boom? What the fuck is going on?" You proclaimed, your words frantic and panicked. As if just to add on to the calamity, a loud roar could be heard from the commune's center, garnering both of your attentions. To this, the mystery man's thick brows knitted together as his hand rested on your shoulder.

"Come on, we don't have much time!"

"You didn't answer my questions—"

"I'll explain everything after we get out of here, come on!" The man proclaimed, gesturing you to follow him.

Feeling like this was your only option, you quickly followed the man, letting the roaring of whatever monster back there fade into the distance. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, the stress causing hot saliva to pool in your mouth. Your lungs began to feel that dreadful burn but you keep pushing it down, trying your best to suppress it once more.

As if the world was trying to play a cruel trick on you, you tripped over your own foot, falling to the floor with a grunt. This gained Jayce's attention who screeched to a halt, running back to grab your hand, helping you to your feet. You felt your lungs giving out as you weakly stood, knees buckling and breaths wheezing. As if on instinct, the man scooped you up in your arms, carrying you bridal style as he kept running.

"Come on, stay with me, we're almost there." The man grunted through gritted teeth. "Once we get there, I'll explain everything." He added, adjusting his grip on you in his arms. You tried to reach for your pills in your pocket but the man's grip inadvertently restricted your movement. Your lungs and throat burned like hell as you tried to remain conscious. However, the pain eventually became too much and you shut your eyes to be greeted by pure black.

beep...

You could hear a faint beeping fade in. You felt warm and safe, covered in some sort of blanket.

beep...

"Who are they?" A warm feminine voice spoke up, one vaguely familiar to you.

beep...

"I don't know, they just ran up to me after... you know." The voice of the mystery man from earlier declared.

You could feel some sort of needle lay stagnant in your arm that slowly pumped liquids into your bloodstream.

beep...

"Jayce, we have no idea who this person is or what their intentions are."

You could feel a tube in your nostrils, blowing cold air into your respiratory tract.

beep...

"With all do respect, Mel, they looked scared. I couldn't just leave them there. Besides, they weren't... you know... 'healed' by Viktor yet."

Healed? Did he mean the healing caused all of this?

beep...

You could feel your fingertips as you began to move them a little, trying to wake yourself up from this episode of sleep paralysis.

beep...

"They're waking up." The woman, presumably named Mel, spoke informatively.

beep...

Slowly, you felt your eyelids get less heavy, allowing them to slowly open. Your vision was flooded with a bright white light, causing you to wince at the change of scenery. Soon enough, the white faded and you were greeted with two faces looking down at you: one familiar and one not.

"You're awake" The woman stated, her hazel eyes scanning your person. Your eyes gazed around, realizing you were in some sort of infirmary. But this was most definitely not like Zaun. The room was clean and well kept, unlike the dilapidated hospitals in the Undercity.

"Where are we?" You croaked out, slowly sitting up as the tan nasal cannula slipped from your left nostril.

"You are in an infirmary." The mystery man, presumably named Jayce, explained.

"I'm aware of that, but where? This is not like any infirmary I have seen." You rasped, adjusting the nasal cannula. The two other individuals exchanged glances before looking back at you.

"You are in Piltover's main infirmary. Do not worry, you are safe here." Mel declared, sitting on a chair at your bed side. Piltover? How the hell did you get in Piltover? Mel seemed to pick up on your confusion, resting her hand on your shoulder. She looked up at Jayce who had his brows knitted in concern. "Want to explain what happened to them, Jayce?" She queried, glancing up at the now more well-kept man who was now wearing a black form-fitting professional shirt instead of the raggedy white coat from earlier. Jayce cleared his throat before beginning.

"I found you at Viktor's commune after... what happened... and we were running but you collapsed. I tried to keep you awake but you started coughing and gasping before passing out. I luckily got you here in time and used one of those pills from that pill bottle in your pocket on you. You were really out of it for a while as I ran you to the infirmary and now we're here." Jayce explained, his voice laced with worry. Wait... Viktor. What happened to him?

"Where's Viktor?" You questioned, your brows knitting together in slight confusion. This seemed to bring an air of tension to the room as Mel sighed shakily.

"Viktor... is dead."

What?

"How?" You questioned, looking at Mel then at Jayce. Jayce's face looked crestfallen as he averted his gaze to the floor.

"I did what I had to do." Jayce proclaimed, still holding his hammer at his side. In his other hand, he held a small silver gear that seemed to be dappled with multiple colors, spinning it slowly in his fingers. The room fell into heavy silence as if all of us were processing something in the inner machinations of our minds. "It was for the greater good, even if Viktor was my partner." Jayce commented, pocketing the gear. Partner in what context? You had no idea, yet you felt like you shouldn't ask that in this moment. It was obvious Jayce was close to Viktor in some context and did what he did out of some form of necessity.

"I... I see..." You muttered, slowly taking the nasal cannula out of your nose as you felt like there was no longer a need for it.

"Were you close to Viktor?" Jayce queried, resting the head of his hammer on the floor as a sort of support.

"Not particularly, no." You spoke up, sitting up straight in the bed.

"So why were you at the commune? And why aren't you... healed?" Jayce interrogated, his thick brows knitted together.

"Well, Viktor had convinced me to stay three days to see what it was like before I made my decision." You proclaimed, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed.

"Decision to be what?"

"To be healed." To this, Jayce sighed softly.

"Well, be glad you weren't." Jayce muttered, sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed.

"How come?" You asked as your feet adorned with hospital socks grazed the off-white tile floor. A crestfallen look appeared on Jayce's face as he sighed, his gaze shifting to meet yours.

"All the people Viktor 'healed'? They are all essentially his puppets now." Jayce answered, his voice seeping from his lips like billowing smoke.

"What? How?" You inquired

"Well, Viktor has some sort of control over the people he has used his powers on. It's correlated to his use of the Hexcore." Jayce

"The Hexcore? What's that?" You questioned, your curiosity peaking

"It's what gave Viktor his powers in the first place. It's... something him and I were researching before the attack on Piltover's council... It was something I should have destroyed long ago when I had the chance." Jayce explained, still spinning the gear in his fingers. Mel took a deep sigh as she looked at you, continuing.

"Now, it seems like Viktor has taken on some new sort of omnipresent form through the husks that were once his commune members."

"Now, it is something your mother is trying to weaponize as an unstoppable army." Jayce grumbled, clutching the gear tightly.

"She has no idea what she is dealing with, Jayce." Mel proclaimed, her brows furrowed.

"We know that, she does not."

"She is tempering with forces outside her reach."

"Well, we still have to stop her."

"What are you two going on about?" You interjected, lost in the lack of context.

With a sigh, Mel looked at you, the golden accents on her skin glistened in the lamplight.

"There is about to be a large war between Noxus and Piltover, and Viktor is in the center of it." Mel

"Viktor is on the precipice of something he calls his 'glorious evolution'. If it comes true, the world as we know it will cease to exist." Jayce interjected, standing from his chair. The thought of this coming a reality chilled you to the core. This man you were thinking of letting heal you was going to... start the apocalypse?

"You mean the world will end?" You enquired, your fingers gripping the white sheet of the cot. To this, Mel rose from her chair, her white cloak dancing with her elegant movement.

"Exactly. That is why we are gathering soldiers now to fight back." Mel spoke, her gaze moving to Jayce. To this, Jayce gave an affirmative nod.

"We are going to need as many people as we can with this or we don't stand a chance." Jayce declared, also rising from his chair. Jayce's golden gaze shifted to you as you sat on the edge of the cot. With wobbly knees, you rose as well, trying your best to stay standing.

"You guys said you needed people, right?" You probed, your gaze meeting Mel's then Jayce's. To this, Jayce tutted, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, absolutely not, you are far too weak right now." Jayce reprimanded, gently pushing you back into a sitting position on the cot. To this, your gaze hardened at the man before you.

"Maybe now, yes, but the war is not right this moment, right? Give me the night to recover and I can be on my feet in the morning." You asserted, your conviction and determination strong. Mel cocked a brow at your statement, surprised by your altruism.

"What help could you be to us in a situation of war?" Mel countered, her voice laced with judgment and uncertainty. You refused to sit around and watch the world end. You have fought for this long to keep living, like hell you'd give up now without putting up a fight.

"I'm one more person who is willing to fight. I will not let myself lay idly in this bed and watch the world end. You need people, well, I am a person." You affirmed, your words laced with determination. To this, Mel's gaze shifted to Jayce.

"They have a point, Jayce" Mel asserted, a soft smile on her lips. To this, Jayce grumbled, grabbing the handle of his hammer.

"Don't encourage them. They crumbled when they tried to run from the commune with me." Jayce shot back, his tone full of uncertainty.

"You can always fall as long as you get back up." You proclaimed, raising from your cot once more as you stabilized your legs. You stood proudly as you looked between the two before you. "Besides, Viktor once told me that while my body may be limited, my soul is strong. I will help in any way I can." You added, adjusting the fabric of your hospital gown. Jayce looked intrigued by your statement before he reluctantly sighed.

"Fine, but you better be willing to fight with everything you have." Jayce relented, his tone wavering from uncertainty and sternness. You felt a warm hand glide onto your shoulder. You look over to see Mel smiling softly at you with a look of hope in her eyes.

"Trust in them, Jayce. I know a good warrior when I see one." Mel proclaimed, her smile soft yet assuring.

"I will not let you two down."

¹ miláček — "darling" or "sweetheart" in Czech

² rozumím — "I understand" in Czech

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astraeus-tree · 3 hours ago

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Chapter 1

『For we're all that we need』

Disparities Between Our Souls

You were enjoying a peaceful lunch with your husband when you two were transported into your home-universe that you hadn't been in since 5 years ago

Disclaimer: This chapter focuses on Miguel and Reader, Batfam is only implied/mentioned. They will appear next chapter

Prologue <- Chapter 1

The halls of the Spider HQ were big, never failing to amaze you. The abundant amount of spidermen had surprised you when you first woke up here and to find out you were one yourself was even more of a shock.

Never in your life would you have expected to be transported into another world and become some sort of mutant, but you definitely wouldn’t change it. Especially now as you swing to your dear husband’s office.

Miguel O’hara, the leader and founder of the Spider HQ and also the one who chased after a 16 year-old boy. Yep, that was (un)fortunately your man. Thankfully that whole fiasco was over before you even arrived. From what you heard, he eventually ended up realising and coming to terms that canon events weren’t so canon and they could be altered, depending on the universe.

But enough of that. You were here today, swinging around the HQ to deliver your husband some food because you knew he would be busy taking care of the spiderverse—or as he likes to call it, ‘The Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse’— to take care of himself.

With a plate of food in your hands, you swung up to the platform he was on.

“Darling, I have some food for you. Take a break and eat with me?” You asked him.

“Mi corazón, I’m busy, you know this.” He stated, almost groaning but in a teasing way.

“Miguel.” You stood your ground and watched him as he sighed, moving closer to you and pulling the screens closer. Fine, you could compromise with this, as long as he ate. “How have you been, dear? Need any help dealing with the anomalies?”

“No, not now at least. For now, they’ve mostly been in low numbers and the new recruits are usually able to deal with them themselves.”

“Alright then. Any leads as to why they’re still appearing though?”

“Still none. I would’ve hoped that they’d had disappeared when Morales was finally dealt with but they’re still ongoing. Lyla’s theorising something else it at play here and I fear she could be right.”

You stayed quiet, deep in thought. These anomalies were off, something about them had given you the wrong feeling, especially when you were on-field fighting them. You had mentioned it before to Miguel, but you both chalked it up to the fact that in technicality, you were also an anomaly, a similar but also vastly different case to Miles Morales.

“Do you think I’m related to the anomalies in some way?” You blurt out.

“As much as I hate to admit it, it’s most likely.” Your brows furrowed in concern. This further complicated the matter at hand. Being an anomaly yourself meant you were already connected to the others in some way, but if there was any chance that this relationship between you and the anomalies was any deeper, danger was most certainly waiting just around the corner. You two spent the next few moment in silence, slowly processing that possibility.

“Well enough of that. I came here so that you would finally eat, so take some.” You nudged a roll of pandesal towards him, alongside a cup of coffee. You had your own right pair next to you, standing on a makeshift table made of webs.

He sighed before muttering a small thank you under his breath and the smallest smile on his face. Well, you’d take what you could get. You both enjoyed your food and drink in silence as you sat on the ledge of the platform and Miguel continued working. It was a comfortable quiet, unspoken words of love were understood and picked up by the both of you. A small respite in both of your usually chaotic lives.

But as luck would have it, this peace did not last long. You didn’t even have time to finish your food when a portal opened up in front of the platform. You stood up quickly, stance in a fighting position, Miguel also suddenly on alert, his arm in front of you in a protective manner.

Portals were a normal thing for the both of you, an everyday use even. Yet, this was weird. No portal had ever opened up in this room. Most respected the privacy of their leader and always opened the portals outside of his office. That wasn’t even the most off-putting thing. This portal was different, the shapes and colours were all wrong, all different from the ones spawned from the gizmos on your wrists. Yet, it seemed familiar to you. Like you saw it once and then stored it at the back of your mind to forget about it. That couldn’t have been right though, any portals you’ve seen are the ones made by the watch.

You didn’t have time to worry about this though. Danger could be come out of that opening at any moment and you needed to be ready. But danger would not come to you. No. It would pull you into it instead. Quite literally when both you and your husband were tugged into the portal.

The journey through the portal was short, but most certainly not smooth. With being pulled in unexpectedly and the inside itself feeling like it was tossing you around, the landing was rough. It felt like you were picked up and were thrown away carelessly with indifference.

Miguel regained to his feet before you and held out a hand for you to help you stand up. As you oriented to your surroundings, you could feel your blood go cold. The sky was dark, vastly different from the midday sky that you were previously in. Even though it was night, stars didn’t light up the night sky, instead smog filled the skylines. Buildings stood tall, reaching for the sky but always too short. The streets were quiet, like a the silence of a forest when a predator is near. The rain dripping onto your head was the final confirmation.

You were in Gotham.

You were back in the city you grew up in. The city that raised you to be the person you are now. The city you had so many conflicting emotions about. You were not ready for this confrontation. In fact, you might never be.

So, like the coward you were, you quickly pulled your mask back to cover your face and turned to Miguel. He quickly takes the hint and puts his on as well.

“We have to get home. We can’t stay here.” You fiddle with your gizmo, attempting to open a portal back up to the HQ, but nothing. Miguel looked at your struggle and tried to get his own to work as well but it was a futile attempt. Nothing seemed wrong with the gizmos, except for the fact the no portal was opening up. You hoped that everything else was working fine.

Miguel had no knowledge of this strange world. All he knew was that you didn’t want either of you to stay here, and who was he to doubt your words? The situation was alright at first. Yes, it was suspicious that you two were dropped off here by some unknown entity, but there seemed to be no immediate danger and you two could easily open a portal back to the HQ.

At least he thought so.

But when both of your gizmos failed, he could feel worry start seeping in. No, this is fine, he could fix the gizmo. He didn’t have any tools though. What was even wrong with it? It had been working perfectly fine before you were dropped into this foreign universe.

He could see you pacing back and forth on the rooftop you two were on. Although he couldn’t see your face, he knew there was a frown etched onto our face.

“Mi corazón.” He called for you, but you were still in your trance. “Corazón.” He called out a little louder, and still nothing. He quickly gave up on words and walked over to you, softly grabbing your hand to pull you out.

“What?” You snap at him before regretting it almost instantly. You take a big breath and try to calm yourself down. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed.”

“It’s alright mi vida. Can you tell me what’s got you so worried and where we are?” He spoke to you softly. You take another breath, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have.

“We’re in my home universe.”

“Ah.” That was all he needed to know. He had heard enough of your ramblings about your old life to know why you were reacting this way.

“Why isn’t the gizmo working?” You ask, point-blank.

“I’m not sure. Maybe there’s something about this universe that’s stopping us from being able to communicate with the others. I attempted to get in contact with other spidermen but no response.” The Spider HQ must be a mess right now, with the sudden disappearance of their leader. He hoped you two could quickly make it back home or else you two would be coming back to chaos.

You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted when you felt your spider senses tingling. You could see Miguel’s signature scowl form on his face, it seemed he could hear the danger you were sensing.

You both take a look around at your surroundings, and not too far off into the distance you see a Doc Ock terrorising the poor citizens of Gotham.

No, that wasn’t right. Your universe shouldn’t have a Doc Ock, hell you didn’t have any of the standard spidey villains. There was only one reason for this

An anomaly was in your universe.

Farther into the distance, you could see the bat sign light up the night sky. Shit. You needed to hurry before your family could get to this. You and Miguel looked at each other and nodded. A silent agreement to continue the conversation later and also take this anomaly down as soon as possible.

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Another chapter done, yippee! I'm sorry this is focusing more on Reader and Miguel, but I needed to introduce some plot points and it ended up being too long for the batfam to make an appearance

As said in a previous post, I don't speak Spanish, so if those nicknames are cringe or something then please do tell me how to improve it and I will gladly change it

Anyways this has been another busy week. I finished my prepL, took my license photo, started watching the bayverse transformers movies and prepared for the start of the school year on Tues

Speaking of school, I have no idea if that will affect my upload schedule but it most likely won't until a few weeks in.

As per usual, you are free to point out any mistakes. I don't edit my work cuz my ADHD won't allow me to and I don't have a beta reader so I am bound to have some mistakes here and there

Fun fact, my titles (except for the story title) come from songs. The Prologue came from Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives and this chapter's came from Abandon Ship by Fin. I recommend you listen to them, they're so good!

Have a great day everyone <3

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saturnsurn · 2 days ago

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MISSING

In which the Jujustu Kaisen men can’t find you?

Im so grateful for the support on my first Smau! Over 200 likes is way more than I expected, so thank you!

⭑ Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna and Toji!

⭑ warnings - term woman used on Sukuna’s, GN on everyone else’s!, reader has Zoro syndrome

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kallietell · 13 hours ago

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POV: Your Feeder Forces You to Admit How Fat You're Getting

Hey babe, are you almost ready to go? We’re about to be…oh shit. Oh my god.

What do we have here?

Look at you. Just look at yourself. Poor little fat girl thought she could squeeze into the clothes that fit her before she became such a greedy, insatiable glutton. Before she finally gave in to those sick secret desires she always had and started letting herself indulge. You promised it was just a little bit, but this doesn't look like a little bit. This looks like a pile of lard who still thinks she can cram her bulging rolls into jeans that stopped fitting 40 pounds ago.

Did you actually think those jeans would fit? I mean, look at the way you’re jiggling just trying to work them up your thighs, did you actually think there was a chance they'd button over all that gut? That swollen, wobbling, overfed gut. You’re getting so fat. All your greed is so obvious, all over your body. It's always obvious. How much bigger you’re getting, how tight your clothes are, how much you eat every day. You just eat and eat and eat until you’re gonna pop, don’t you? But you think you can hide it. You think you can cover it all up with those too-small clothes that are straining to keep all that lard at bay.

Have you noticed that? Have you noticed how you still dress like you can hide what you are? You can't hide, piggy. Not from me, and not from anyone. And you especially can't hide behind clothes this small.

Let me see, stand up.

You fat pig.

Look at the way your love handles bulge over the waistband of your panties. Those panties are so tight too, there's really nothing you own that fits you, huh?

No?

You disagree? How can you disagree when I'm standing in front of you watching you get out of breath just from trying to get your jeans on. Look at how much your body jiggles with each movement. I can't believe you actually let yourself go like this. I can't believe you let your desires turn you into a silly, mindless little farm animal getting fattened up for the slaughter.

I may have introduced you to all this, but I didn't do this to you. I just wanted you a little chubby. You’re the one that stuffed her face like a greedy hippo every day until you’re fat enough to crack a chair. Fat enough to blow out the seams of whatever you’re trying to force over all that swollen blubber.

No, no, don't stop trying to get those pants up. I wanna watch the show. The spectacle.

That's what you’ve turned yourself into, huh baby? A spectacle. A fatty, swollen mess that’s too big to fly under the radar. A sideshow freak that nobody can look away from. People are amazed. Horrified too, but genuinely amazed. How you made yourself so fat so quickly, how you could possibly think waddling outside in clothes a few pounds away from ripping off your body was a good idea.

You know what the funny thing is? They think you know just how far gone you are. They think you know how fat you’ve made yourself. They assume there's no way you could be oblivious to just how wide you’ve gotten, just how far that belly protrudes out and how much that lower roll jiggles as it pokes out of the bottom on your t-shirts.

You used to dress so cute before all this. You were always in those adorable tights with the designs and those little shorts skirts, you had an actual sense of style. Now you just squeeze your growing body into whatever mismatched sweatpants and t-shirts can actually accommodate all the weight you’ve put on. It's like you’ve completely given up on living a normal life and instead dedicated yourself fully to blowing up into an unrecognizable pig. That's what everyone thinks anyway. And you’re just the naive, dumb little thing who thinks her lackluster disguise is still working. Who thinks that no one can see just how tight everything is getting, who thinks no one notices when she has to unbutton her pants after shoving her face full in public.

You’re in denial.

You’re in denial about how fat you got. How can you be in denial when I know you feel all that heavy blubber hanging off your body every day? How can you be in denial when you eat triple the amount you used to? When you get stares every time you’re in a restaurant because of how much of a pig you’ve made of yourself? How can you be in denial when you can’t even see your toes anymore? When you have to suck in that flabby, wobbling mound of a belly and lay on your back just to have a chance of fitting into a pair of jeans?

It's almost funny. How much of a food-addicted pig do you have to be for your denial to outweigh your fat ass?

No no, don't sit down. Keep struggling and jiggling for me, keep trying.

I know you’re tired. But this is your consequence.

This is what you deserve for eating yourself into the size of a fucking house. You porky pig. I bet you’re hungry right now, huh? I bet you’re thinking about stuffing your face even while I tease you for getting so big. I bet you’re thinking about what you’re gonna eat when this is all over.

What?

Did I hit a nerve? Am I right? Does all of this just make you wanna eat and eat and eat until you can't move?

Of course it does. Everything does.

All that denial isn't good for you. It's just gonna make you get bigger. And like I said, nobody knows that you’re refusing to acknowledge how much weight you’ve put on. Nobody knows that you still see yourself as a thin, fit girl, that you actually think the clothes you force onto your overfed body fit you well enough to get by. They think you’re a greedy, sloppy fatass who can't control herself. They think you’re just a gluttonous pig that can't stop putting it away, that you’re more concerned with your next meal than your health. And they're not wrong.

Are they?

Don’t just nod, say it out loud. Say they aren't wrong. Say you’ve become a greedy pig too dumb to think about anything but her next meal.

You don't wanna say it?

But baby, I can see it. I see it all over you, I see it whenever you waddle into a room. You’re getting so heavy. Those thighs are getting so thick and swollen and your arms just keep getting flabbier, it's like every part of your body has been inflated with lard. That belly pushes out further and further every day and you just let it. You don't even try anymore, all you ever do is eat.

I wanna get you on the scale. I wanna see how hot and red your face gets when I force you to push all that belly back with your tubby little hands and read the number out loud. Denial will get pretty tricky then, won’t it? It won't be so easy to pretend that you’re just bloated or that you’ve just put on a few. It won’t be so easy to avoid looking into the mirror to see the way your waistband digs into your rolls of fat and leaves angry red lines across your spherical gut.

It won’t be so easy to keep eating until you can’t breathe every night when you actually have to admit what you’ve done to yourself.

Nice try, love. It is what you’ve done. Trying to blame me for the fact that you’ve blimped yourself into a pile of blubber waddling around in clothes so tight you look like a stuffed sausage doesn’t change the facts. I may have started this, but you’re the one who can’t stop. You’re the one who eats until they can’t get off the couch every night, you're the one who took every feeding and stuffing further than I did. You’re the one who was secretly stuffing your face night after night when I went to sleep.

Yea.

I bet you thought I didn't know about that.

I bet you thought you were actually doing a good job of hiding what a whale you were becoming.

You’d come back to bed at three in the morning with a gut so bloated you couldn't help but moan, and you think I had no idea? Every night I could hear you gorging yourself and burping non stop. Just smacking and slapping that gut to force out burp after burp just so you can have enough room to shove down more takeout.

I watched you a couple times, you know. You’re so loud I could already hear the whole thing, so I thought, why not? You would've been so humiliated to know how much of a pig you made of yourself. I know you eat nonstop, but when you’re in front of people you have at least a hint of decorum, a modicum of adherence to table manners. You stuff your face, but at least you’re a normal human being. Not when you’re alone. When you’re alone, you turn into a literal pig. A porky little pig feasting on slop.

You’re the fattest piggy on the farm, aren't you?

Aren't you baby?

Say it. Tell me what a fat piggy you are.

That's right.

Watching you was almost kinda disturbing. You were completely insatiable. It was like you were in a trance, just cramming more and more food down your throat by the fistful. You’ve turned into an addict.

We're gonna have to sign you up for Overeaters Anonymous, won’t we? After we get you some more clothes. That would be fun. Making you stand up in front of everyone and admit how quickly you got so big. Making you recount all your meals for the previous day with the calorie counts included so everyone can know that you’re at least a pound fatter than you were the day before.

Even in a room of piggies so fat they need rehab, you’d still be the biggest, jiggliest, greediest piggy there. You’d make the other fatties feel better about themselves. They’d think.......

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gothicxreylover · 3 days ago

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hiii i luv ur workrkrkr especially the yandere giants i was wondering if u could do one with the uppermoons like one where they find the reader (first meeting) and one where they find reader trying to escape! luv ur work btw

Hello! Thank you for your request I wasn’t sure if you wanted the Tiny au so I wrote it unless you just wanted normal headcanons.

Kokushibo (Upper Moon One)

Kokushibo discovered you while wandering through a forest, the moonlight illuminating your trembling figure. At first, he mistook you for an insect, his six eyes narrowing in curiosity. But as he crouched down, his expression shifted into one of intrigue.

“You… are human. But so small,” he murmured, his voice low and contemplative.

His massive hand reached out, carefully pinching the back of your shirt between his fingers and lifting you up. You squirmed and cried out, but Kokushibo’s expression remained impassive, though his six eyes studied you intently.

“Fascinating. A creature like you should not exist,” he mused. Despite his stoic demeanor, there was a strange glint in his eyes—a possessive curiosity that suggested you had already become his.

He carried you away, his steps slow and deliberate. “You are mine now,” he stated flatly. “I will not allow anything to harm you.”

Doma (Upper Moon Two)

Doma was lounging in his temple, surrounded by his followers, when he noticed you trying to sneak past. His rainbow-colored eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched your tiny figure darting between cracks in the walls.

“Oh my! What do we have here?” he cooed, clapping his hands together in delight.

Before you could escape, he plucked you up effortlessly, cradling you in his palm. His smile widened as he tilted his head, his icy breath washing over you.

“You’re so adorable! How did someone like you end up here, little one?” he asked, though his tone suggested he wasn’t looking for an answer.

Doma quickly became obsessed, carrying you around like a prized possession and showing you off to his followers. “Isn’t my little friend the cutest? I’ll take such good care of you!”

Despite his cheerful demeanor, there was a sinister undertone to his words. You could tell that, to him, you were nothing more than a fascinating toy.

Akaza (Upper Moon Three)

Akaza stumbled upon you during one of his solitary walks. He froze when he saw you, his sharp eyes narrowing as he crouched down to get a better look.

“What… are you?” he muttered, his voice laced with confusion and curiosity.

When you tried to run, he caught you with ease, his hand wrapping around you securely but not enough to hurt you. His brows furrowed as he lifted you to his eye level, his expression a mix of annoyance and fascination.

“You’re human, but so small. How pathetic,” he said, though his grip remained gentle. Despite his harsh words, there was a protectiveness in the way he held you.

Akaza’s obsession quickly grew as he decided you needed his protection. “You’re too weak to survive on your own. I’ll keep you safe—whether you like it or not.”

Hantengu (Upper Moon Four)

Hantengu found you while cowering in his lair, his terrified sobs echoing through the cavern. When he spotted you, his fear momentarily gave way to curiosity.

“A-a human? So small?” he whimpered, crawling closer on trembling hands and knees.

You tried to back away, but his multiple personalities emerged, each one reacting differently. Sekido glared at you with disdain, Karaku chuckled with amusement, and Urogi’s sharp grin promised mischief.

Zohakuten’s voice cut through the chaos. “Silence. This human belongs to us now,” he declared.

Hantengu’s many forms became fixated on you, their combined attention suffocating. “Don’t be scared, little one,” Karaku teased, his fingers gently stroking your head. “We’ll take such good care of you.”

Their obsession was overwhelming, each personality vying for your attention in their own twisted way.

Gyokko (Upper Moon Five)

Gyokko was furious when he found you hiding near one of his prized vases. His mood shifted instantly, however, when he realized what you were.

“A tiny human? How exquisite!” he exclaimed, his grotesque features twisting into a delighted grin.

He snatched you up with his clawed hands, holding you close as he examined you from every angle. “Such a rare find! You’re like a living piece of art!”

Gyokko became obsessed with displaying you in his lair, creating a glass case filled with treasures for you to live in. “You’re the centerpiece of my collection now,” he declared. “I won’t let anything ruin my masterpiece.”

Daki and Gyutaro (Upper Moon Six)

Daki spotted you first, her sharp eyes catching your tiny form scurrying through the streets. She stomped her foot in annoyance, towering over you with a pout.

“You’re so small and pathetic! How did a weakling like you survive?” she sneered, though she carefully picked you up and held you in her hands.

Gyutaro appeared moments later, his hunched form looming over you. His sunken eyes widened as he took you in, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

“Interesting… You’re like a little bug,” he rasped, his clawed fingers brushing against you. “We could crush you so easily… but maybe we won’t.”

Daki grew possessive quickly, treating you like a doll and dressing you in tiny, extravagant outfits. Gyutaro, meanwhile, hovered protectively, his grotesque form always nearby.

“You’re ours now,” Daki said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Don’t even think about running away.”

– Escape Attempt

Kokushibo (Upper Moon One)

Your escape attempt was calculated, but Kokushibo’s heightened senses made it impossible to succeed. You barely made it past the edge of his territory before his voice stopped you cold.

“Did you truly believe you could escape me?” he asked, his deep voice reverberating in the air.

In an instant, his towering form appeared before you, his six eyes glaring down with a mix of disappointment and anger. He picked you up gently, his grip firm but not painful.

“You are fragile and weak,” he said, his voice steady but cold. “Do you understand how foolish this was? You belong to me, and I will not allow you to leave.”

Kokushibo carried you back without another word, but his increased vigilance ensured you’d never have the opportunity to escape again.

Doma (Upper Moon Two)

Your escape attempt amused Doma more than it angered him. He let you think you were getting away, watching with a smile as you darted toward what you thought was freedom.

“Oh, little one,” he called out, his voice singsong and sweet. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Before you could react, his hand scooped you up effortlessly, his rainbow-colored eyes gleaming with amusement. He held you close, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so adorable when you try to run,” he cooed, his smile widening. “But it’s dangerous out there! You’re much safer with me, don’t you agree?”

Doma’s punishment was subtle but effective—he kept you closer than ever, his doting nature turning suffocating as he reminded you constantly of how much he “loved” you.

Akaza (Upper Moon Three)

Akaza’s anger was immediate and explosive when he found you trying to escape. His sharp senses had alerted him the moment you left, and he intercepted you effortlessly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He grabbed you carefully but firmly, his intense gaze burning into yours. His frustration was evident, but so was his concern.

“You could’ve gotten hurt out there,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

Akaza’s punishment wasn’t physical, but his protectiveness became even more suffocating. He refused to let you out of his sight, his obsession growing stronger with every passing moment.

Hantengu (Upper Moon Four)

Hantengu’s reaction was chaotic and overwhelming. When he realized you were gone, his cries of despair echoed through the area, drawing the attention of his clones.

“You left me! How could you leave me?” he wailed, his trembling hands clutching his head.

Sekido found you first, his furious expression making you freeze in terror. “You thought you could escape us?” he snarled, grabbing you roughly before handing you over to Karaku.

Karaku chuckled, holding you up to his face. “You’ve got guts, little one. Too bad it didn’t work out for you.”

Urogi and Zohakuten ensured you were brought back to Hantengu, who wept as he cradled you in his hands. “Never do that again!” he sobbed. “I can’t lose you!”

From then on, the clones kept constant watch over you, their possessiveness amplified by your escape attempt.

Gyokko (Upper Moon Five)

Gyokko’s rage was immediate when he discovered your escape attempt. He saw it as an insult to his artistry and a personal betrayal.

“You dare try to leave me?” he hissed, his grotesque face contorting in anger.

He found you easily, his ability to manipulate his vases ensuring you had nowhere to run. When he caught you, his clawed hands trembled with a mix of fury and desperation.

“You’re my masterpiece!” he snarled, his voice rising. “How could you try to destroy what we have?”

Gyokko’s punishment was psychological. He confined you to an ornate glass case, surrounding you with treasures and trinkets to remind you of your “place” in his collection.

Daki and Gyutaro (Upper Moon Six)

Daki was the first to notice your absence, and her reaction was a mix of anger and panic. She screeched for Gyutaro, who appeared moments later, his hunched form radiating fury.

“They’re gone!” Daki cried, her voice shrill. “Find them!”

Gyutaro tracked you down quickly, his grotesque grin widening as he loomed over you. “You thought you could run from us?” he rasped, his voice dripping with malice.

Daki snatched you up, her nails digging into your skin as she glared at you. “You’re mine!” she hissed. “You don’t get to leave!”

Their punishment was harsh. Daki refused to let you out of her sight, while Gyutaro’s constant presence served as a reminder of the consequences of disobedience.

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bitchface24-7 · 19 hours ago

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Could you do part 2 of Yanderes Viktor and Jayce, please... What would it be like if the reader chose one of the boys to follow?

(Maybe you could do what it would be like for each route, for Yanderes Jayce and Viktor)

THE CHOICE IS NO LONGER YOURS PT 2 - VIKTOR X READER | JAYCE X READER

synopsis: you couldn't choose who to side with, so they decided for you. Here are the routes if you went with either Viktor or Jayce. Hopefully, everything goes well…

warnings: yandere V + J, possession, obsession, suggestiveness, angst, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. this is pt2 to “It’s time to choose…” but I wanted to name it something different that still applies to the first fic. Thisll be under pt1 in my masterlist. Hope y'all enjoy our boys being unhinged for us!

VIKTOR X READER

You don't know who to choose, so they choose for you.

Viktor takes one of your hands and leads you out the lab as you look back and see an enraged Jayce watching you two. His jaw is clenched and his fists are shaking at his side.

Viktor just continues to walk, ignoring everything around him but you. He ignored the people in the academy, the people out and about in Piltover, and walks down to Zaun.

He heals Huck, he becomes a well-known miracle, a desperate plea many have prayed for. He heals the land, builds a forge, and a commune. He becomes a messiah. He becomes the Herald.

And you're right there by his side. You're his. His right hand, his partner, his heart. Everyone knows not to mess with you. You're essentially royalty to the commune.

You help Viktor keep his humanity, your very presence fights back against the arcane. The arcane whispers to Viktor to be rid of you, he’ll never listen to it.

You're his and his alone, nothing will change his mind.

He cares for you, loves you, and worships you. He's unbelievably perfect. Sometimes you miss Jayce, and you tell Viktor. He always grimaces and looks upset, but he admits the same.

Vi, Jinx, Isha, and Vander show up for some healing, it almost works. Then everything kind of goes wrong. You fight, you live, your life continues on.

The two of you are quite happy at the commune, until Jayce shows up to kill Viktor.

You won't let that happen.

He's yours, and you're his.

JAYCE X READER

You don't know who to choose, so they choose for you.

Jayce's arm wraps around your waist as Viktor leaves solemnly. You ache to reach out and grab him, force him to stay; but Jayce's grip on you is too tight.

The two of you are despondent as you watch Viktor’s frame exits into the darkness of the unknown.

The two of you have work to do.

You aimlessly search and research into the arcane. You try your best to find the answers you are desperately seeking.

You don't find it.

Then you go on a wild goose chase with Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger, getting touched by the arcane, and you all split up.

Ekko and Heimerdinger are no where to be found as you and Jayce are transported to a post-apocalyptic version of Piltover.

Its horrifying, terrifying. The humanoid monsters, the wasteland that was once the city of progress. You're not sure how it happened, everything was happening to fast for you to process anything; but you both fall into a cave of a canyon. Two massive rock walls surrounding you, and the only way to escape is up.

Jayce cushioned your fall, and his hammer broke his leg. You try your best to care for him, but there aren’t many supplies you can use.

The two of you get extremely close. Huddling for warmth alongside the fire, tending to his leg and helping him destroy his hammer to make a brace, carving on the wall as you feel like you’re losing your mind, crying together.

Eventually the two of you slowly climb the rocks, helping each other out to the best of your abilities. The two of come across a stone figure that looks eerily familiar, and a mage that shares a face with a man you thought you’d never see again.

He tells you that in all timelines, and all possibilities, only we could show him this. And that we must stop him.

We must kill him.

The stone figure gives Jayce a modified version of his hammer, and you’re sent back to your timeline.

Your bond is intrinsic, unshakeable. But the two of you hesitate to harm Viktor. He’s changed, but he’s still your partner.

You’ll stick by Jayce no matter what, but you can’t be there when he kills Viktor. You almost lost Jayce and freaked out, you don’t know what you’ll do if you see a friend die.

But you’re Jayce’s rock, his pillar, his shield. You’ll be there to pick the broken pieces up.

He’s yours, and you’re his.

Jayce’s is longer accidentally. I did just post about herald Viktor x reader and I guess my brain went “i don’t think many people want to read the same thing twice.” So yeah… hope y’all enjoyed this pt2!! ❤️❤️

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