#he'd go on a rampage.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I was doing some VOD watching as a bit of fact-checking / research for something I'm working on and got absolutely bodied by this thing Fit said to Ramon:

"You are my light my boy. Without you I would be covered in darkness."

[roboyomo]

anyways on the topic of azranix being weird and devoted to each other. this is still such an azrael to kenix post to me

[shadowfloofster]

"Phil would go on a rampage against the code if he lost Chayanne or Tallulah!" "Forever would do anything to get his son back like Jaiden is!"

Okay but do you know who'd not do either of these? Bad.

He'd be upset over Dapper's death but he wouldn't try kill the other eggs or players, he wouldn't go on a revenge plot and spend every second planning to kill the code, he wouldn't try desperately to get him back.

No. He'd spend every waking second protecting the other eggs. Preparing armour. Preparing sharepoints for everyone on the server to carry. Going into dungeons or dangers areas if an egg is going. Keeping watch over everyone. Preparing to stock up any new eggs and preparing to help in a moments notice.

Sure he might want to kill the code, partly for revenge but first priority would be keep the eggs safe. He might want to get Dapper back, but first priority would always be to protect the remaining eggs the best he can.

I don't feel like he'd work with Cucorucho or the federation to get Dapper back or protect the other eggs. He knows they're not trust worthy. Working with them could only lead to problems. It'd take time away from preparing to protect the rest of the eggs.

[xitty]

Ahahaha, so the line Yuzuru is saying here is something like "when you run away like that, as if afraid to die, it's like I'm torturing a little rabbit and I feel bad ("my conscience hurts")" (so he's chasing Hajime? I only saw a screencap of that one line).

THEN WHAT IS THAT EXPRESSION, YUZURU?? It doesn't look like your conscience is working tbh. :P

Remember, Yuzuru was banned from the tag/hunting game the rich families play (wtf btw... at least they are doing it among themselves) because he got a little too excited.

Who approved Yuzuru for this Chanbara Night show???

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then – fishing! With nothing better for my boy and my enby to do, I sent them over to the local fishing spot at the lovely Lake Lunvik via their various teleports and had them start fishing. Smiler got a nice salmon, while Victor caught a Discus AND the “Wise Wolfman” tablet! Not that he can read it properly, as the runes are secret werewolf language script, but still – cool to have! He also got up to Fishing level 7, which was nice, and developed a Like for the activity – hey, he may not enjoy EATING fish, but catching them is something else. :p

-->Meanwhile, Alice, feeling the rage after enhancing her smell and scavenging for goodies again (again with no luck – how was it Victor was luckier with his fishing than she was with her scavenging when it came to werewolf artifacts?), super-sped her way to the top of the Howling Point to have a private spot for a potential rampage! I had her do some howling, yet more scavenging (she picked up some Plathinum, at least), stomping around angrily, napping, and grooming herself, and eventually she went over the edge into a proper RAMPAGE! Which, as per usual, consisted of her doing some more scavenging just to see if she’d dig anything cool up, before regaining control and going back to normal. XD Look, if you’re not the kind of werewolf who enjoys spooking people, rampages are kind of a whole lot of nothing. :P

-->With Alice having gotten in a lot of werewolf practice (enough to get an ability point, in fact! I picked up “Natural Healing” just so I could unlock the “Immortal” ability for later – once I can get her and Victor to be immortal like Smiler is, I’ll go ahead and turn aging back on for the save), and the hour getting VERY late, I decided it was time the gang headed home. Alice and Victor had a nice "home again" makeout by the front door, then Alice sped off to bed while Victor and Smiler cuddled in the front entrance. :) I was feeling very content indeed with the day –

-->And then I looked over, saw the entire wind farm was broken, and grumbled to myself as I got Victor to Repairio the lot as Smiler paid the bills. XD Smiler then got put on mechanism-making duty while I had Victor make some eco upgrade parts – or, at least, try to make some eco upgrade parts. The first attempt ended with him in a fight with the fabricator, and the second attempt ended with him getting spooked by the house making weird noises. *shakehead* Not a good night for Victor there. I gave up and had him go to bed just as a refreshed Alice was getting up – SHE got sent to pick up volume three of the vampiric encyclopedia to read in the séance room, only to discover that it was a bit too advanced for her understanding yet. Ah well, she tried.

And that is that for this particular episode! Next time, we check out Spring Tuesday, which also involves the trio getting their occult on -- only this time we're focusing on VICTOR'S brand instead of Alice's...

[arcxnumvitae]

If they weren't quite so lucky

He was back again in the manor with the sickly sweet stench of fae blood filling his nose and Mhoirbheinn moved like a man possessed with rage. His weapons were an extension of him-- none were spared from the warpath he marched down. Soldiers and servants alike all fell before him with nary a care as to whether their injuries were fatal or not.

All Mhoirbheinn saw were those overly decorated hallways, the ones that he had always been afraid to walk through, lest he accidentally break something and earn the ire of the lord. All Mhoirbheinn heard was the laughter of the young lord, a sound so lighthearted in its cruelty. And all that Mhoirbheinn saw was the corpse, their hair a continuing shift between black and blue. One moment staring blankly at him with her dark eyes from her place on the floor, the next his lightless eyes the same as Bal's.

He moved as he did that day years ago, indiscriminately swinging at all who crossed his path. Whatever screams or pleas left in his wake fell on deaf ears.

[drowzyscatterbrain]

my brain is straight up having delulu9000 episode to cope rn

so many self insert situations, man

tooth rottingyl cute, silly, angsty, even spooky......

daaaaaamnnn...

[greencarnation]

I just found out that Taika Waititi supports Israel and I'm surprised - or not - to find absolutely nobody talking about it.

It doesn't matter that he's signing off on a genocide if he's in a cool show you like right?

[tiramissyoucake]

Hear me out, Omnimark told Atom Eve “I've always hated you” and my mind keeps thinking that the reader of the Omnimark universe rejected it because she knew Eve's feelings for the Mark of that universe, if she had confessed to the reader she would probably have rejected it with “I don't want to get between you and Eve” or “I don't want to hurt Eve's feelings, she's my friend and I'm sure that if you gave her a chance you won't regret it!” And from there, Omnimark developed hatred towards Eve by ruining his girl's head and preventing them from being together 😭😭

GOOOODDDDDDD. HERES AN OVERLY EXCITED BLURB

It was like a knee jerk reaction, seeing her of all people invoked a deep-loathing he thought he satiated ages ago, but no. Breaking her leg wasn't enough, she needed to die here as well.

"I've always hated you." It felt so good to admit it out loud, to the rubble, to the crushed asphalt, to whoever was around, he remembered it like it was yesterday.

"I really like you, Mark." A spark of hope. "I really do... but... don't you think you deserve someone who can keep up with you?" Your nervous expression made him melt. Wait. What?

"... keep up with me..?" He echoed, blinking as if that would clear up the confusion. "(Name), I don't understand."

His hand held yours tightly. You squeezed it gently. "I'm no hero, I'm not even affiliated with the GDA—"

"I don't care about that!" He quickly shot back, you didn't let up. "But you should! Mark, you need someone who... won't be a burden on you, someone strong like you.. like, I dunno... Eve..?"

... Eve? What the hell did Eve have to do with this? You couldn't hold back a small smile as you came closer. "Between you and me, I really think she likes you... so you should go for it!" Your tone was so sweet, so happy to give him away to someone he didn't want.

"(Name), please-"

"I know it's weird, but please, Mark. Give her a chance. She's my friend and doing this with you..." Your hand loosened. He could feel you slipping away. "It doesn't feel right, you know how close we are! Her parents know me and everything!"

Always throwing away your happiness for others, his hand stood there in the air as you parted from him. "Trust me, it's better this way! For you two. And for me!"

'You two'. Him and Eve. Like it was pre-established in your head, like there was no chance to argue or change anything. He wasted no time after you left.

That heartbreak earned him a bloodbath, he was always calm and collected, never put his emotions before his job but he earned it, first was Eve, naturally, he was sure you'd be sad over your 'friend's passing but what kind of friend makes you give up happiness for them. Blinded rage, he didn't care if you claimed that you denied him of your own accord.

He wanted you. You. You. No one else.

Whatever members of whatever pathetic heroes team remained were next, as if first blood wasn't enough he went on a red-hazed rampage, he needed to let out the full extent of his anger before he'd come to see you.

And when he did, he looked like a nightmare, breaking into your home, blood that you knew wasn't his dripping on your floors as he approached you. "I confessed to you." He pants, fists clenched. "I laid my heart out for you." He leaned down to your trembling form, his hand outstretched. "I want your answer, not Eve's, no one else's." The blood soaked your cheek, labelling you an accomplice.

"... Eve.. where..." Oh, poor thing. You were so scared you couldn't get the words out, he shushed you and hugged you close, the metallic stench of blood filled your nostrils. "It's ok, no one will bother us, you can answer me honestly now."

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Reparations

Yandere Ogre King x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, big ogre cock, briefest mention of muskiness, size difference, sex slavery, overstimulation Word Count: 517 (Sorry I am writing so little, I hope this helps!)

The day before war broke out, the ogres unified. All 12 major factions and all 3 minor factions had been brought together under one identity by the brilliant leader, Brackwar Brolth.

No more infighting or warring between the ogres. All had been convinced to come together for their own safety and the well-being of their race as a whole.

The human kingdom, Unlith, was unaware of this when it launched its surprise attack. They thought they were attacking one strong ogre tribe. They ferociously attacked what was formerly Skroul territory.

At that point, the ogres had unified in treaty but had not yet bolstered their combined defenses. Worse, they had been celebrating and were cut off guard.

The humans plundered and slaughtered through several ogre towns, and while they defended themselves, they were no match for a coordinated attack by Unlith forces...

And then the entire might of the newly forged ogre kingdom bared down upon them, and they were quickly decimated. But they had lost brothers and sisters. Blood had been spilled, homes destroyed.

They brought full-on war to Unlith and the humans it held. So fiery was their rage and so destructive was their rampage that Unlith's king surrendered within a month.

The ogres accepted but demanded reparations. They had lost a lot of people and demanded replacement. They needed warriors, miners, smiths, and builders. They promised that while the given humans would not be allowed to leave, they would be treated well, just like any ogre. They would also be expected to serve as a mate for one of the brave ogre warriors who had fought in the war. 

And that was how you, who had just completed your apprenticeship and started your own smithy, came to be a drooling incoherent babbling mess moaning into the broad chest of your ogre husband, Brackwar himself, as he pounded into you while he made you ride him. Despite the huge size disparity between you and the muscular behemoth that was forcing himself into you, he never once hurt you and was always careful to avoid injuring his tiny human spouse.

Life wasn't all terrible. You got money from your work and got to do what you had trained for. But when you weren't working at the forge, you were taking massive loads of cum from the ogre's musky cock. He was completely devoted to spending every spare second he had tending to your hole with his dick, never missing an opportunity to empty his large nuts into you.

You'd often go to bed with him gently rocking his dick into you and you'd typically wake up to the same thing. If the two of you were both free at the same time, you'd soon be forced to cuddle and take dick while he doted on you and said things like, "you're prettier than any ogre." Afterwards he'd clean you up and snuggle you while you recovered your senses, commonly fucking you right back out of them.

There would certainly never be any escape for you so it's a good thing you learned to enjoy ogre cock.

[iqxatlantic]

                                      " you too ! "

super short head canons of kaiser being a cheater wuh oh (and reader being a giiirlboss <3 but not rlly cus they end up fawking..) yes there's smut so users be aware!! oh, there's some bits of non-con/dub-con btw! oh oh and literally cue "you too" by chase atlantic.

cheater!kaiser who realizes he fucked up big time. "wait — [name]. süße! don't be like that. y'know she's jus' a friend" he tried to convince you.

cheater!kaiser who's getting his ass absolutely roasted right now. "I'm sorry that your father never loved you," you spewed out. literal VENOM. "And you saw your mother on the TV too much, oh. doesn't mean you can do this." you continued.

cheater!kaiser who realized you weren't playing around anymore. you were genuinely done with his shit. hell, he should've known he shouldn't have ended a conversation with "i love you" even though he knew it wasn't true (it ended up being true LOL)

cheater!kaiser who found himself on his knees begging you to stay and you couldn't leave him. "you're all i have!" he'd whimper out. "then go get more from that other bitch you're cheatin' on me with." you'd retort.

cheater!kaiser who's now trying to get physical in hopes to repair things. you couldn't push him off. so all you could do was run that venomous and hurtful mouth of yours that once slid out the sweetest things ever.

cheater!kaiser who'd shut you up by crashing his lips onto yours. he knew it was disgusting but, hey. it works. by the time he pulled away, you were less angry..? "ew, i don't wanna have your side hoe's taste lingering in my mouth." you spat out. god do you ever stop?

cheater!kaiser who has you pinned on the floor as he's pressed up against you the way his lips are pressed against yours. his tongue exploring your mouth like it was your first time together.

cheater!kaiser who has you out of breath, carries you to the bed for some cushioning. he continues his rampage on your sweet lips as his big hands are desperately trying to get your shirt off — in which he ends up ripping the shirt.

cheater!kaiser who just decides he'll buy you a new shirt later continues to cover your delicate skin with harsh markings. you pulled him by the rattails, "you must looooo-ove doing this with the other girls you're sleeping 'round with huh?" you snarled.

cheater!kaiser who shuts your pain-inflicting words n noises with a higher pitch loving tone. his big big fingers were teasing along your folds now.

cheater!kaiser who genuinely cannot get enough of you as you're whining, crying, whimpering, all the above on his fdick or fingers. thrust after thrust, your sweet noises filling the room. were they filled with anger? yea, probably. did he care? na. for your and his pleasure.

cheater!kaiser who can't remember why he cheated in the first place as it hit him like an arrow in the heart, you were just perfect. loving, a bitch as well LOL, puts him in his place... perfection. you were the absolute ideal of a partner in his head.

cheater!kaiser who whispers gently, "give me a second chance, liebe. i'll change" into your ear in which you let out a hefty "more than second now. you havent changed at all" guess he's still oughta fuck the anger out of you.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: omg hi bbys um ive been very freaking busy lately and i've been stacked with lots of drafts... i couldn't rlly get anything out so i was like 'i needa do something" and came up w this im so sorry.. it's like 2 a.m. pls let me slide w this one ughhh im still salty over getting broken up w so shhh... yes this was a somewhat reflection of what happened just minus the sex and stuff bc it wasnt even close... wiasdjsaj i'll get out more soon just trust me... i wanted to like do one for valentines but i couldnt get anything in my head so um i def slacked off also this is all yap YIKESSS but i heart kaiser sosos much omg this wasnt proofread btw also fyi when reader's calling the other woman a hoe, bitch, and other really nasty words its cus she knows that reader was w kaiser ^^

[inkivaari]

Ok... but here me out thragg...🫦

Smth that been in my brain is how he tells the viltrumites to go and mate with the humans and gets upset when they start to fall in love with them

Now thraggs not the type to fall in love persay however I think the man is the type to be come obsessed with you and well your cunt 😭

Serving your planet by stopping an genocidal alien conqueror/emperor by simply letting him fuck his baby in you 😭

Also works for conquest but thragg 🫦

Anyway good morning!

a/n: oh anon.... oh ANON......... okay okay let's think about this for a while, tbh idk about thragg, i can't unsee the freddie mercury memes but it's okay- disclaimers: sexual content, dubcon, f! reader, overstimulation, pregnancy

thragg doesn't love you. doesn't love any of the keepsakes he's taken from other planets, and leaves to lounge around his palace until he chooses to mate with them. but it was clear who his favourite was. he'd go on rampages when he couldn't find you in the concubine's chambers, bellowing your name through the halls as he resorted to following your scent, that creamy sweet aroma that haunts his waking and sleeping.

he finds you wherever you are, in the gardens, in the pool, on the roof, wherever his vixen of a wife wants to hide, pins your hips down without a word and devours your little pussy, not caring when you sob with overstimulation and your sweet clit begins to sting when he sucks on it mercilessly. he's not even thinking about your pleasure, this is entirely selfish: if he goes too long without your cunt in his mouth, he'll drive himself mad.

he isn't stopping until you physically cannot give him anything further, until all he can taste in your pussy is his own desperate spit. and that's when he takes you.

even the sight of that pussy has him snarling, the scent has him panting, the taste brings all his blood thrumming and rushing to his huge veiny cock. he doesn't care if you don't produce young at the same rate as his other wives of different species. this cunt is a diamond among lumps of coal. a glass of fine wine beside puddle water. he isn't just pussywhipped, that would be putting it lightly. i wasn't lying when i said you haunt him. it's only his iron discipline and all-consuming ambition for the empire's expansion that can rip him away from you most days.

your cunt was the only one he used for business AND pleasure. it was a foreign concept until he'd got you. breeding was an exchange. a woman exchanged her people for her womb. but you? well, he had a feeling you would have given him ownership over your body even if he hadn't given you the ultimatum. which made his heart thrum with cruel desire.

breaking you was a delight, and he could do it over and over again and never get bored! you would take it over and over again, making those sounds that bounced around his head and echoed in his meditation night after night. he never cared all that much if his wives enjoyed copulation or not. but you? it fed parts of him he didn't know were starving, when you begged him for more, to go deeper, harder, to cum inside you, please, you'd been so good...

when you became pregnant, which didn't take very long, he became protective. he knew his other wives were jealous of the attention he poured freely onto you, so he'd have you moved into his chambers full time, under constant surveillance, under lock and key and armed guard. it was for the safety of his heir inside your womb, which is what he told himself. but a part of him wanted to keep you all to himself, to watch your precious body develop under his seed's influence, for your cunt to sweeten with each passing day, for you to be lying in his bed patiently awaiting his arrival, warm and naked and all for him...

it wasn't love. it was not. but it stung of something sadistically similar to you.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere!emo boy x reader 🖤

a/n: first scenario! reader is mentioned to be cutesy and wears pink, while this dude is going through a hormonal rampage. All characters are depicted as seniors! 18+!

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He hated this fucking school. Hated it so fucking much. He hated the other students, the snobby teachers, the shitty teaching. All of it. Everything except for you.

Sweet funny little you. Just sitting next to him playing on your phone. He was sitting in his chair, feet propped against the desk with the teacher not even bothering. She was done with his bullshit too.

Taking a quick glance at you, he still remembered how you stared up at him while you were collecting your purse's things. you bumped into him by accident and the purse fell due to you not really holding it.

He was planning on screaming at you, maybe give a punch in the nose but he froze when he looked at your face. Stared into your eyes. So pretty and innocent.. it was decided. He didn't need to know anything, you were his right then and there. Ignoring how you tried running away as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to sit with him at he lunch table.

that's how you got stuck with your new best friend, Riley sandserson. The schools goth and biggest asshole. Always bitching about something or being an overall insult to nature. Sassily flicking his hair away from his face, sometimes even managing to smack somebody with it.

Most avoided you because if they wanted to talk to you, they had to talk to Riley first. And Riley thrived on it. Getting to have you all to himself was an amazing feeling. Clinging to you like a barnacle onto a ship, kissing your neck sometimes or giving it a little nip. Letting out a loud laugh when you'd swat him away. He wanted to stuff that pretty cunt full of his seed..

But back to present matters, he watched you play your game, smiling a bit with how focused you were. Admiring the new ruffle skirt and pink cardigan you were wearing. Oh god, he loved you alright. "Hey, doll face" you looked up from your phone. Staring into his green eyes.

Fuck he could feel another boner coming on. "Gotcha somethin" he quietly passed a hello kitty doll towards you "saw it 'n thought you might like it" "thanks Riley.. I love it" you smiled and hugged your new friend, he was definitely stealing it back later when he'd break into your house again. He tapped his cheek, you seemed hesitant before placing a kiss on it like he demanded.

'i give you something? Thank me for it by giving me a big kiss.' you took it seriously and you're glad you did, because who knows what would happen if you didn't. Spotting his bloody knuckles as you pulled away, you fretted over him. Going into your bag to whip out some pink bandaids.

"Goddamnit what did I say about getting into fights? You'll get your shit rocked one of these days Riley I swear to god. you should be more.." he let your voice drone on, not even Paying attention as he grinned stupidly. He let you place them on with a blush on his pale acne covered face.

God you really wanted to punch him sometimes, to teach him a lesson. But hey, Atleast he stopped bragging about his latest fight and how he dislocated his opponents shoulder and broke their fingers..

What were you going to do with him?

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[wordsofwhimsy]

˚｡⋆ ೀ ༘˚ Out of My Mind ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Death, mild gore, very mild 18+ topics

Tags: Obsession, reader matches his freak

Word Count: 1,723

Synopsis: Based on this anon request! Shout out to you anon really brightened my day with that message

a/n: i was going to wait until I finished the “Shattered Affections” series but that shit’s got my ass in a stranglehold right now, so i hope y’all enjoy this in the meantime :’-)

Mark Grayson sat on the rooftop of his childhood home, legs dangling over the edge as he stared up at the stars. His usual swagger was gone, replaced with an awkward, almost pouty expression. He didn't even notice the alien ships circling above the city yet. He wasn't thinking about that. No, he was thinking about you.

He had been obsessed with you for months. Ever since the first time he saw you — no, it wasn’t a "love at first sight" thing, but you were different. Cool. Not impressed by his superhero antics, which, let’s face it, was the kind of thing that made him weak in the knees. You didn’t swoon. You didn’t chase him around for autographs. And that, that was something he couldn’t get enough of.

But of course, like any tragic, brooding superhero, life had to throw a curveball. It came in the form of a full-on alien invasion. Mark was still getting the hang of his powers, and though his aim was getting better, he was still far from perfect. And just when he thought he was on top of things, the alien ships attacked your neighborhood. They weren’t here for small talk or to stroke his ego. No, they came to destroy, and in the chaos, you didn’t make it.

Dead. Gone. Kaput. No longer breathing. In a rather brutal way, really. And what’s worse, he didn’t even get a chance to actually do anything cool like saving you in a dramatic moment. He imagined himself swooping in and you looking at him like you had just realized you were both meant to be. Instead? Aliens ripped through the city, and by the time Mark had taken care of them, your lifeless body was all that remained.

He stared at your bloodstained hoodie and the smudged dirt on your face. His gut twisted in frustration. I never even got to talk to you. I never even asked for your number, he thought as he crushed the last alien's skull with a single punch, snapping the neck of the last invader like it was a cheap action figure. It was all over. But you were already gone.

“Yeah... I’m sure you’re really impressed now, huh?” he mumbled to himself, flying away in a huff, heart heavy with disappointment.

He stayed on the move, fighting crime, but there was a new hole in his chest that he couldn’t fill. Every time he saw someone who reminded him of you, it hurt. Even when it was just the way someone chewed gum or how they wore a jacket with that same red on it.

If Mark had to pinpoint when he started making the change of following in his father’s footsteps, it would’ve been that day.

If I want to keep people safe, I should control them. Make them listen. That’s what Dad did. He got it.

The lines between right and wrong blurred as Mark, once the hopeful and idealistic hero, slowly embraced the brutal, domineering approach of his father, Omni-Man. The streets, the cities — all of it felt like chaos, and the only way to fix it was with an iron fist. They need a leader, not a protector.

He went on a rampage, taking control of his world. Villains, heroes, civilians — all bent to his will. Any resistance was met with force. He became the tyrant he once hated, convinced that this was the only way to keep people safe.

But then, just as quickly as he'd risen through the ranks, Mark was pulled into an alternate universe by Angstrom Levy, given some directions he didn’t pay too close attention to wreak havoc in the name of destroying Invincible’s reputation.

Mark didn’t put up much of a protest outside of a few snide remarks. The promise of other universes to conquer wasn’t such a bad idea.

And even though he understood in theory that the universe he was being sent to would be nearly identical to his, it still struck him dumbly when arriving through the portal. The same skyline, the same vague something in the air that made him go, “Wait... no way.”

This is Earth, but it’s... not the same.

And then, like a gift from the universe, he saw you.

Except, well... you were different. Better. Way better.

You were standing there in a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, holding a bag of snacks and looking like you were about to turn up at some cosmic nightclub. Your hair? Perfectly messy in a way that made Mark wonder if you were secretly a rebellious antihero in this timeline. Maybe a vampire? Maybe some sort of badass alien yourself?

“Whoa,” Mark said, landing with a thud in front of you.

You blinked. “Can I help you?”

Mark grinned like a goofy schoolboy. “Yeah, actually... are you... are you... you?” he stammered, gesturing vaguely to the universe around him. “I mean, you’re alive, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth curling into a smile. “Pretty sure I’m breathing?” you responded sarcastically. “What’s your deal, man?”

"Deal? Oh, you know, I'm just Invincible,” he said, giving a quick flex of his arm as if that was supposed to clear everything up. "And I’m pretty sure you’re my type.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smirk. “Uh, okay? And what’s your type? Young women in spandex?”

Mark rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean, technically, yeah. But more like... you. I mean, you are definitely passing the vibe check.”

You chuckled. “Okay weirdo.”

Mark smirked, a glint of something darker flashing in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, almost menacing tone. “Trust me, babe, if I really wanted to, I could make your wildest nightmares come true. But you might actually enjoy it.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “Don't threaten me with a good time.”

Mark grinned, eyes twinkling with a mix of challenge and excitement. “Oh, I’m not threatening you. I’m offering you a chance to have a little fun.”

You crossed your arms and smirked back. “And what did you have in mind, Invincible?”

Mark took a final step forward, completely closing the distance between you with his gaze never leaving yours. He reached up and gently ran his fingers along the side of your face, the touch light, almost teasing. But then, in a flash, he gripped your hair tightly, giving it a sharp yank, pulling your head back slightly.

You froze, stunned for a moment, the suddenness catching you off guard. But then, he saw it — a flicker of excitement in your eyes, a thrill he had only dreamed of seeing on your face.

Mark leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The weight of his grip on your hair made your pulse quicken, but the excitement building in your chest was undeniable.

"Trust me," he whispered, his voice hushed but intense, "I’ve got a long list of things I want to do with you."

You smirked, tilting your head slightly, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Well, what are you waiting for, then?" you taunted, your heart beating a little faster now. You were no stranger to danger — and something about Mark’s dark, chaotic energy was drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I can’t wait to make you regret asking that," he murmured, before his lips suddenly crashed against yours. The kiss was rough, intense, and it caught you off guard at first, but the heat of it made your heart race. You hesitated for only a moment before responding, your body instinctively leaning into his.

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling against the fabric of his suit – too tight to actually get any sort of grip on it – as you kissed him back with the same urgency. His lips moved against yours, hungry and insistent, and you matched him, your own passion igniting. Every brush of his lips, every soft tug at your hair, sent a thrill racing through you, and soon, you were lost in it, no longer thinking, just feeling.

The kiss deepened, becoming more desperate, as if neither of you wanted to pull away. His hands roamed to your back, pulling you even closer, while yours slid around his neck, fingers tangling in his streak of hair.

You hadn’t even realized at first that you were no longer standing on solid ground. The only thing that existed was the kiss, the feeling of his hands on you, the way your bodies fit together. But then, Mark broke away just slightly, his lips lingering above yours, and suddenly you noticed the change. The weightlessness of the air hit you all at once, your heart skipping a beat as you pulled away, blinking in confusion. You were floating high above the city, the skyline below now a mere speck of lights, the ground far out of reach.

Before you could even gather your thoughts, Mark’s hands shifted, guiding you as he gently laid himself horizontally in the air, positioning you to sit on his hips as he floated effortlessly. You gasped, a flicker of panic rising in your chest at the height, but the fear only seemed to heighten the thrill running through your veins.

Mark’s smirk widened as he glanced up at you, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “What’s wrong?” he teased, his voice low and seductive. “I thought you were ready for this.”

You swallowed, the mix of fear and exhilaration twisting inside you. But you weren’t about to back down. “I am,” you said, your voice confident, a sly grin tugging at your lips. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

[st0ryf1lms]

is it really you? ➳ ken sato

pairing: ken sato x reader

word count: 866

genre/warnings: fluff, sort of a crack fic, 3+1 things, wrote this with a sarcastic tone LMAO, a bit of profanity, grammatical errors most likely (wrote this at 1AM), reader uses fem pronouns

synopsis: the 3 times kenji sato swore he saw you, and the 1 time he actually saw you.

a/n: yes, i'm finally giving in to the kenji sato brainrot HUHUHUH if i had known he was the reason my writer's block would disappear, would've watched the movie sooner i'm ngl edit: AAAAAA WHAT 600+ NOTES??? U GUYS ARE INSANEEE I LOVE YOU ALL this is now up on my ao3!!

At the New Tokyo Dome at his first game as a Giants player

Maybe he was just dreaming, maybe it was the fatigue actually catching up to him ever since he hopped off that plane, or maybe he did actually see you in that stadium amongst the crowd cheering his name. You, as in his childhood best friend, arguably one of the best parts of his childhood in Japan before leaving for LA. You, as in the childhood best friend he never got to say a proper goodbye to. You, as in the childhood best friend whom he always missed and cried to his mom about whenever he'd get homesick. (You, as in the childhood best friend he'd harbored a secret crush on as a kid. As an adult? Psh, what sane person gets hung up on a person who must've forgotten him all those years ago. Not Ken Sato, for sure, yeah, uh-huh.) He'd never know for certain, of course, because as he was about to stop and look, a Kaiju crashed a KDF plane into the ceiling of the stadium.

KAIJU ALERT, his watch blared in an angry red face. He sighed, making his way to the nearest stadium exit and heading towards the dimly-lit part of the street by the stadium. Not without stopping for a split second because he thought he saw your silhouette. Silhouette, really? My God, Kenji, pull yourself together, he told himself. Of course, that wouldn’t be your silhouette because he definitely doesn’t know what you look like anymore, what food you like, what your job is, how you held up after he left for LA. Of course, he doesn’t know that.

Shaking off any more thoughts of you, Kenji turned into his giant alter-ego to fight off the Kaiju wreaking havoc on the streets of Tokyo. (a distraction, really, as Mina would say.)

2. On a grocery run looking exhausted as hell.

It had been two weeks since he took in the baby kaiju in his basement and Kenji Sato has never been more exhausted. If you ask him, exhausted would be an understatement. Nevertheless, his mind was actually alive (much to Mina's surprise) because he swears this time, that he actually saw you. With his own two eyes. As if locked in a daze, he secretly followed you like a lost puppy with a push cart in the grocery store before realizing you were heading for the exit. He stopped in his tracks as the doors opened for you, realizing the items he got weren't paid for yet.

Begrudgingly, he went back inside the grocery and got the rest of the items he needed before going back to his house.

Next time, I swear, I'll talk to her, Kenji said to himself as he drove back to his place.

3. During Emi's acid reflux rampage.

Shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself like a mantra as he zoomed across the streets of Tokyo on his bike, trying to chase after the pink baby kaiju that somehow escaped his basement that he explicitly placed under the care of Mina (in case you couldn’t tell, he's definitely glaring at his AI assistant). Looking at the construction site beside him as he sat in traffic, an idea popped in his head. He could use that to give him a boost to quickly get to the baby. He rode up the makeshift ramp and turned into his giant alter-ego, catching his bike in time.

"Holy shit." He froze. Goddammit, had he really been that careless? Changing in front of a civilian? Nervously chuckling, he turned around to face the owner of the voice, mentally preparing his response [read: excuse] only to be wide-eyed and speechless. The owner of the voice was you. You, as in his childhood best friend, whom he's been trying to catch up with ever since he landed in Japan.

"What the fuck! Ultraman is Ke-" You exclaimed before you got rudely interrupted by the giant superhero. "Hey, shhh! Can we, like, stay quiet on this matter? I know I don't have an NDA right now but my bike will suffice, I guess. I'll get it back from you, I swear, I just really have to take care of this right now. Treat you to our usual spot? Thanks!" He said frantically before running away to take care of his huge baby problem.

Not really the best way to reconnect with your childhood best friend.

+1. After the battle at sea with the KDF.

"Hey, sorry for being late, had to take care of something." He apologized as he jogged up to you on your usual hang-out spot when you were children. You reassured him, saying that you had just arrived, too. "I didn't know what kinda stuff you eat now as an athlete superstar so I just went for the safest convenience store options." You said sheepishly, holding up the plastic bags with a weary smile. "I don't mind, I actually like convenience store snacks." He beamed on how you still remember what he used to like as a kid.

"So, Ken Sato, gonna explain?"

"Oh, you're gonna want to sit down for this."

[xthedevilscircusx]

"Eh, I didn't see that you had breakfast. I'm making sure you don't pass out on me." It's a fib of course. Lucifer just doesn't know why he's offering. After they shared that kiss, he felt like he wanted to give him something more. Show him that he's willing to be bitten by him. "Easy now.." He murmurs, watching Alastor lick at his soft skin that earned a shiver.

When those sharp teeth puncture his arm, his breath hitched from the sensation. That same burn and sting as before, but something is different. It felt GOOD. There's just something about feeding Alastor and having HIS blood inside him that sends a thrill down his spine. So Lucifer watched quietly, his lids heavy and face flushed a light shade of gold.

Alastor's eyes were shut, the deer demon drifting off to sleep pretty quickly. It had been a long and wild day.

"Oh, good," Charlie said sounding relieved. "You're coming back tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, yeah, how was Bee?" she added, wondering how her aunt was.