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gojoevers · 3 months ago

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UMINEKO??!!

so, I’ve just finished episode 1 of Umineko and the first tea party. I am probably even more confused than I was when I first started - I refuse to put up on reddit my thoughts because it seems everyone posts the same thing when they get this far so under the cut is my initial thoughts, questions and feelings on Umineko episode 1!! I’m hoping I don't make this too long, but I have SO MUCH I need to get out. Please do not read below the cut if you have not finished at least episode one as the post contains spoilers!

so, I’m gonna start with the characters. I absolutely love, love, LOVE this cast.

battler? love of my entire life. he was a character made to fit in my specific niche and I NEED to put him in my mouth. Jessica? my sweet, lovely girl who only deserves the best. maria? I will NOT take maria slander. she's just a kid and I was just like her when I was 9. minus the freaky laughing and like ominous-ness. George? I knew from the second I saw him that he'd be my lawfully wedded wife. enough said.

the parents, I’m a bit more swayed to dislike them, but at the same time, I don’t. I can't really explain my feelings for the parents. I do really like Natsuhi. She deserved more respect, and her conversation with Kinzo when she went to his study was a scene I really enjoyed. Krauss is ugly and he has no right to act the way he does idk he ANNOYED me. Rudolf and Kyrie? Loves of my life, despite what battler expresses about his father, I really like whatever dynamic they have going on, it's entertaining. and Kyrie is just wonderful. Eva, smash, next question. (I love my women MEAN and awful.) Hideyoshi, another sweetheart, like how he will stand up to his wife and take her side and is just a cool guy. also love my delusional king Kinzo. like I said, the scene with Natsuhi was emotional to me, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, it changed my opinion on him for sure. Who’s next? servants? Kumasawa is annoying, I’m sorry. I like how she's held incredibly special to the family, but she'd just not up on my list of faves. same with Ghoda. something about him I just don't like. he's off. Shannon, Kanon, and Genji however, I ADORE them. despite the circumstances, I did like the way we saw Kanon change throughout the chapter, but I didn't really pay much attention to him.

I sobbed like a BABY when George proposed to Shannon, when she was one of the ones said to have gone missing AND when she was found with the ring on her engagement finger. I was distraught - my life was genuinely over. the scene between them was so tender and sweet, and as I’d grown to really like both, it really broke my heart watching him discover her and ask about the ring. like I’m talking crying so hard I wanted to throw up. I could come up with something more constructive about each character we are introduced to but I think I'll leave that for another post.

Now, the actual events we see are a different story. Because what the actual fuck happened. I have no idea. 17 hours of my life and I came out of the tea party with more questions than I started with. What do u mean they all got FUCKED UP at the end and maria wrote a letter asking for someone to find the truth like what the FUCK SHE WAS THERE WHY ARE YOU PISSING ME OFF. I loved the story either way, I went into it expecting a murder mystery with Beatrice as the culprit, but what I got was a mass murder spree mystery with no visuals of Beatrice and probably my favourite ending for a chapter/episode 1.

I think the tea party confused me even more, because it was framed as an OOC, behind-the-scenes bit but... It wasn't? And all the kids are there, Shannon and George have a tender moment but by the end when Beatrice appears and challenges Battler as well as flirts with him (obsessed w her btw), I was just a bit confused? This was our intro to Beatrice? It made no sense to me but I suppose if you view the tea party as simply a continuation/after-story, it checks out. Like the tea party is some purgatory they're in? I still need to watch "???" which I assume is the witches tea party from the point 5 seconds I saw before I passed out.

Overall I think Umineko is the most fun I have ever had reading a Visual Novel. The music is delicious, it has a genuinely amazing cast and story. I am so, so excited to read Episode 2, and hopefully compile my thoughts a little better.

#umineko #visual novel #umineko spoilers

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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My little monkey, my sweetheart 6

Finally there! @raysheil I remember you asked me for part 6 🥰. So there is last part of it.

Sitting on a smooth stone in the hot springs, your head rested against his chest.

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he stared softly at your sleeping face.

He could feel your soft breasts rubbing against his side and against his belly.

There was nothing sexual about it.

you were sleeping.

And he wasn't a pervert out of his mind just to look at your naked body.

It's obvious that he got overexcited as the sensuality between you two grew.

But he couldn't think of you in a bad way while you were sleeping, especially in a place that helped keep your headaches away.

Everyone has some pain. Belly or head. Whatever.

And everyone deserves to be treated with sleep or simple rest. Relaxation.

His other hand's fingers found the stray strands of your wet hair, and he uncovered your face.

He himself clearly felt the temperature difference between what was under the water and what was giving you air.

He was worried about your health.

You stepped out of the water slightly to cuddle up to him as he appeared.

Before he was here, you were just lying there with your head above the water.

Now your entire arms were exposed to the cooler temperature.

So that you don't get sick, he lowered his body, causing you to sit lower as well.

In such a way that your entire torso is enveloped in warm water.

And it certainly won't make you sick.

He was always afraid that your psyche would be sick.

That you'll hate him so much that you won't be nice. That you'd rather die than be around him.

He didn't mean to hurt you.

Inside him, there was still some morality that forbade him from harming the people he loved.

And you were so important to him…

You were supposed to be his play pet.

How could he change his mind so much??

He may have said you were his pet, but you really weren't.

Because he couldn't hurt you like that.

You were an ordinary person. Only human. No cursed energy.

People are dirty and disgusting.

But you are so pure and innocent.

Beautiful and sweet. The only man he can have next to him no matter what.

That's the truth.

You were the purest man. You're not lying, you're not cheating on him anymore. You are with him all the time. You give him everything as if he doesn't hate people at all.

You give him everything as if he hadn't hurt you before…

And now you live like normal next to him?

Next to a mass murderer?

It's scary that you agree to this life.

But you fell in love with him.

He was afraid that something happened to you, that you started to have different views on the world with him. But nothing changed.

You still know you're officially his pet. Even though your role for him has changed a lot.

You were like a toy. Like a pet.

You are now the most important part of his family.

As an pet, you couldn't be that high.

Because there are animals in the family such as a dog or a kitten. But you were supposed to be just a toy for him.

And you ended up being the most important thing to him.

Because he couldn't throw away the side of him that clearly said he was kind and caring.

He is nice. Very nice.

Especially for you.

Someone he wouldn't hesitate to kill when you pissed him off… Now you could do whatever you want, but he wouldn't hurt you anyway.

Trust…

You trust him…

You let him touch you.

You sleep next to him, without fear for your life.

You're not afraid of sleeping next to a man who hates people like you.

He shouldn't make exceptions.

But every person matters.

You were meant to be his entertainment.

But you're really there to be with him. And that he doesn't lose you.

Because he loved his little monkey.

Especially if you are carrying his child under your heart.

You were never destined in this temple to bear children. It wasn't supposed to be.

And what happened was a real accident.

Because he would never have thought of having a baby with a "monkey" in the first place.

But he never thought that it might be okay for his pure, beloved pet to be the mother of his child.

You are not a pet.

You are a member of his real family.

As his partner.

A partner for life.

How could he be so stupid and not notice what happened…

He fell in love with you…

How could he not trust you…

How could he not believe that you trust him…

Even after all these moments, you are there and trust him.

You sleep next to him now. Knowing that his child will slowly develop in you…

His.

He made him mark you as his for the rest of his life. Because you can't let go now. You will not run away from him.

Because you don't want to run away from him.

You have no intention of leaving your life with him.

And how did he know?

Because now you are next to him and sleeping on his chest. Your pulse so calm.

And he wanted to take care of you.

He wasn't going to let you go because you love him, don't you?

Your life may be different.

But one thing is for sure.

Whatever happens, you will go through it completely together. Because he doesn't leave the ones he loves now.

You will be together.

You were supposed to be his monkey. And now you are his sweetheart.

He loves you more than anything, even if he was once unable to admit it.

But you're pure and so perfect. Not like everyone else.

You've been living with him so long that he's able to believe there's something different between you two. Better.

Because he does not feel from you an ordinary, unworthy human.

You are a delicate being that he wants to care for. Until the end of life.

He placed his cheek on your head, hugging you tighter.

"I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you…" he whispered with his mouth against your head. "But I don't want to let you go. I want to have you like I have you now… Because I…"

He felt your gentle movement as you twirled in the warm water.

He placed a large hand on your belly. And suddenly, without realizing it, he smiled.

"Because I love you… (y/n). And I'll never stop."

He never regretted meeting you that day.

And such an awkward meeting turned into something like this.

Into your happy life.

"… I'm glad you're here…"

He looked at your small smile as you cuddled up to him.

He looked at you with a little hope in his eyes that you would say something he expects.

Even if he doesn't know what to expect.

"I love you too…" you murmured, placing your fingers on his hand on your stomach.

You turned your head to look at him.

He kissed you gently.

You were never meant to be his pet and plaything.

You were always meant to be his everything.

His little monkey is not like the others.

His little monkey is his sweetheart.

#jjk #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #geto x y/n #getou suguru #geto jujutsu kaisen #geto jjk #yandere geto x reader #geto x you #geto x reader

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 9 months ago

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Prompt-ober 2023: Captivity and napping together

The terrified screams of small children were never the sign of a good start to the day, Ron thought to himself. But then again, he couldn’t blame them. The blood-soaked muzzle and paws of the albino tiger looming through the enclosure’s viewing glass were the stuff of nightmares.

The half-flayed corpse of Lucius the white peacock hanging from the tiger’s mouth didn’t help matters.

(Good riddance to that pretentious jerk of a bird, Ron thought.)

He sighed and started herding the children away, making insincere comforting sounds and quietly radioing for assistance.

Voldemort had claimed another victim.

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“Ooo, my sweet kitty baby, don’t worry, I’m not mad at you~” Voldemort’s dedicated keeper, Bellatrix, crooned at the albino tiger as she pressed against the thick glass barrier chest-first. Voldemort flicked his tail disinterestedly and continued ignoring the chaos he had caused.

If Hermione were asked, she’d say the tiger looked particularly self-satisfied. Perhaps even a little smug. She couldn’t blame him – she’d never really liked that peacock, either.

“Have we figured out how the other animals are getting in?” she asked.

Ron shook his head with a flummoxed look. “No. And there’s no sign of Voldemort getting out and snatching them. It’s like they’re drawn in – like black magic. They just wander in to get eaten.”

“Let’s keep the supernatural out of it, Mr. Weasley,” Minerva McGonagall, the senior big cat keeper, said. “We’ll simply have to check all around the outside of the enclosure for any potential points of ingress again.”

“Might I suggest we remove the common denominator in all of these incidents?” Albus Dumbledore said, adding, “We need to think of the greater good, after all.”

“Director Dumbledore, may I remind you our purpose is conservation, not euthanization – especially of critically endangered species,” Minerva said exasperatedly. The man had had a chip on his shoulder for that tiger ever since its behaviour began to directly contradict his years of research with other tigers.

“You even think of touching my Lord and you’ll wish you died like that glorified chicken did,” Bellatrix growled, glaring blackly at the ageing researcher.

Hermione might not like the other woman, but she could still admit that sometimes Bellatrix had the right of things. With the threat – not calling the tiger her Lord. That was weird.

She joined the others in side-eyeing the director as he left in a huff.

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Ginny had to admit, this wasn’t what she’d hoped to be doing when she applied to be a zookeeper. But at least she was still working at the zoo; and maybe they’d promote her from being a guide. …Eventually.

“Hey, isn’t that a cat?” one of the kids shouted, pointing into the tiger enclosure.

She sighed internally before pasting on a plastic smile. “Yes, tigers are a species of cat–“

The kid interrupted, saying, “No, I mean the black cat.”

What.

She turned slowly, hoping against hope she wasn’t going to find that Voldemort had somehow become a panther. But no. There, sitting in the centre of the tiger habitat, licking itself, was a longhaired black house cat.

They were going to have another scandal on their hands from impressionable children seeing a cat ripped to shreds by their mass-murdering tiger, weren’t they?

And speak of the devil: Voldemort materialised from the dense vegetation to spring at the unsuspecting cat.

Unable to look away, Ginny stared in horror as Voldemort got closer, closer, and was upon the cat, which finally decided to move. The black cat bounced away from the massive predator before turning to face him, back arched and tail fur standing on end, hissing and spitting. Voldemort growled in response, crouching down, prepared to attack.

In a bout of suicidal confidence, the black cat smacked Voldemort on the nose with its paw and continued to hold its ground, puffing up and staring the hulking tiger down.

And unexpectedly – miraculously – Voldemort relented. He rumbled and play-swatted at the cat, which rolled onto its back and enthusiastically batted at the paw that was almost larger than its entire body. Voldemort watched on in bemusement, occasionally shoving the black cat over to rile it up.

Her jaw must have been brushing the ground from how far it had fallen open. The children were shrieking in amusement while their chaperones looked worriedly between the two cats and their guide, but she couldn’t manage to pull herself together for several moments.

Speaking into her radio, Ginny said, “Uh. I’m gonna need someone to come down to the tiger enclosure. We’ve got a situation…”

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“How did that ickle bitty kitty get in there?!” Bellatrix pouted. No one should be closer to her Lord than her.

“How do any of the animals get in there?” Hermione asked rhetorically.

“I’m telling you, that tiger is secretly a wizard–”

“Ronald, do shut up.”

“Perhaps now is the time to discuss–” Dumbledore began.

“For the last time, Albus, we’re not killing Voldemort!” Minerva shouted. “Go bother Gellert and his arachnids if you’re not going to contribute anything helpful.”

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No one could get close enough to the black cat to retrieve it or lure it out, and no one wanted to go through the bother of sedating Voldemort if they didn’t absolutely have to, so the cat – dubbed Harry for the odd, tufted texture of his fur – became a permanent resident.

Each member of the zoo's staff celebrated when the mortality rate of the other animals dipped sharply after Harry's arrival. The little black cat was seen as a hero, despite no one understanding how his presence managed to convince the rest of the zoo's animals to stop visiting Voldemort’s territory and dying messily.

From then on, every so often, Voldemort would be found lying out in the open, staring down any observers, as Harry curled up in the curve of the tiger’s body and napped.

#zoo au #harry potter #voldemort #tomarrymort #they're animals #literally #posting prompt-ober stuff in lieu of writing #cw: blood #rip in rest lucius the white peacock

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cyllres · 6 months ago

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Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 16

"The dorms aren't separated by gender?" you asked Satoru, raising an eyebrow as he showed you your room, which was—both fortunately and unfortunately—right next to Yuuji's. Most of the time you wouldn't mind that since after all, you and Yuuji share a room with a bunk bed. But right now, you're still mad at the decision your brother chose.

"They are," Satoru replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. "But I think it's nicer for the first years to be close, especially since we only have a handful of students. It helps build friendship," he added with a casual grin, as if that explained everything.

You nodded, though your mind was already preoccupied. The room itself was fairly big and comfortable, with basic furnishings—a bed, a desk, and a small closet. You could hear the faint sounds of Yuuji moving around in his own room, a reminder of your unresolved argument and the complex dynamics between you.

Satoru turned to leave, but you called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Wait—" He paused, glancing back at you. "Getou-sensei’s grave, where is it?" Your voice was soft but insistent, the question weighing heavily on your mind.

Satoru hesitated, a rare moment of seriousness crossing his usually carefree expression. "I dunno~," he finally answered with a shrug, making your polite smile falter, annoyance creeping into your features.

"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" you pressed, frustration seeping into your tone.

"I mean it," he repeated, nonchalantly. "I don't know. I wasn't the one who took care of his body. I just had a little chit chat with him before he... went to see God." His voice was light, almost dismissive, as if the matter held no significant weight.

You stared at him, incredulous. "So you're telling me you left Getou-sensei’s body out in the open? Where possibly a thousand humans, animals, or even curses could get to it?" Your voice was tinged with disbelief. "Isn't that reckless?"

Satoru’s usually carefree demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of something more serious in his eyes. "Listen, Itadori-chan," he began.

“Y/n” You corrected.

“Listen, Y/n-chan.” He corrected, his tone firmer. "I prioritize my students' safety over the remains of a mass murderer. Getou lost his way and caused a lot of pain. His body doesn’t hold much value compared to the lives I'm responsible for now."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their meaning. It was a rare glimpse into Satoru's deeper sense of duty, a side he rarely showed. "Getou was my friend once," he continued, softer now, "but he made his choices. My focus has to be on protecting you and the others. That’s what matters."

You nodded slowly, processing his words. "I understand," You sighed, realizing you wouldn't get a more satisfying answer from him. "Alright," you muttered, the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. "Thanks anyway."

Satoru gave a small, almost imperceptible nod before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Y/n-chan," he said over his shoulder. "More importantly, we are heading out tomorrow! We're going to go pick up the fourth first year." He said enthusiastically.

"How are there only four first years? Isn't that too few?" Yuuji asked, taking a bite of his popsicle. The sweet chill seemed to do little to cool the curiosity burning in his eyes.

You ignored the conversation between your brother and Megumi, your focus entirely on the dog that had trotted up to you. Its fur was sleek, and its eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection.

"Are you lost?" you murmured softly, crouching down to its height. You checked the collar around its neck, fingers brushing against the cool metal. "…Baby?" you read the name engraved on the tag, a smile tugging at your lips as the dog responded with an enthusiastic bark, tail wagging furiously. "Cute," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft hum of the city around you.

Megumi, noticing your distraction, turned his attention back to Yuuji. "Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?" he asked, his tone more matter-of-fact than curious.

"Nope," Yuuji replied, shaking his head.

"That just shows how rare jujutsu sorcerers are," Megumi continued, his gaze shifting to you briefly before returning to Yuuji.

“Sorry for the wait!” Satoru’s voice rang out, cutting through the air and causing the dog, Baby, to trot off towards him. You turned to see Satoru approaching with a cheerful grin. “Oh, both of your uniforms made it in time, I see,” he mused.

“Yeah, it's a perfect fit!” Yuuji responded, excitement evident in his voice.

You stood up from your crouching position, leaning casually against the railing. “Though ours are slightly different from Fushiguro’s,” you noted, your polite smile back in place. You wore an asymmetrical white jacket with high collars and pins on the left side engraved with the school logo, paired with navy blue pants that had a loose, almost flowing quality to them. Meanwhile, your brother was in a blue uniform with a distinctive red hood and slacks.

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request,” Satoru explained, his tone light and easy.

“Huh? But I never put in any requests. Did you, N/n-chan?” Yuuji turned to you, his question catching you off guard. You stiffened slightly, surprised that he would address you after days of tense silence between you two. You shook your head slowly, still not meeting his eyes.

“I was the one who put in the custom order,” Satoru admitted with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

“Hmm, cool,” Yuuji said, seemingly unfazed.

“Be careful, Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that,” Megumi warned, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation. “More importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” he added, changing the subject.

“Because it's what she asked for,” Satoru replied, referring to the newcomer they were waiting for.

“Text me when she gets here. I’m walking around,” you said nonchalantly, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you turned to leave.

“Imouto-chan, you might get lost!” Yuuji called after you, concerned lacing his voice.

You glanced back at him briefly, "I’ll only be there," you said, pointing towards a nearby animal shelter.

Inside the animal shelter, the atmosphere was filled with the soft sounds of barking and the gentle hum of a distant fan. You were immediately drawn to a black husky with striking brown eyes, its gaze meeting yours with a mixture of hope and eagerness.

“Ma’am, excuse me. Are you interested in adopting that cute dog?” A shelter worker approached you, a friendly smile on his face.

You glanced up at him briefly before turning your attention back to the husky. "I'm a broke teenager," you replied, continuing to pet the dog, which responded with a happy bark, its tail wagging even more vigorously.

“Too bad,” the worker said with a sigh. “This baby right here has been in the shelter for a few months now. He’s only two years old, but we’re having a hard time getting him adopted because he refuses to stay with his owners. It’s the first time he actually seems to like someone.”

You continued to pet the husky, your mind racing with possibilities. "Do I need to have an adult with me?" you asked, glancing up at the worker.

“Yes, but I assure you adopting here is easy. Just a few paperwork and we're done!” he reassured you, his enthusiasm making you feel a spark of determination.

Standing up, you decided to head back to where your teacher and classmates were waiting. "Wait," you said to the worker, your voice firm with resolve. "I'll be back."

As you walked out of the shelter, a man tapped you on the shoulder, his approach tentative yet persistent. "Hello, are you on the clock right now?" he asked politely. You ignored him, continuing to walk briskly towards Satoru and the others. "You see, I’m looking for potential models. This is who I am. Would you be interested?" he added, showing you a card.

"No, thank you. I’m in a hurry right now," you replied curtly, picking up your pace. The man's pleas faded into the background as you spotted Yuuji, now sporting a pair of ridiculous ‘rook’ glasses that made him look like a cartoon character.

"Gojo-sensei," you said, your voice steady and resolute as you approached. Satoru turned towards you, a curious hum escaping his lips as he noticed your determined expression.

"I need you to do something for me," you continued, not letting his playful demeanor deter you.

"Something?" Satoru echoed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't know if I could do something for you~"

"I want a dog," you stated bluntly, cutting through his teasing with your directness.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, his smile widening with amusement. "A dog, huh? Sorry, but animals aren't allowed inside the dorms," he said playfully.

You frowned, not buying his excuse. "But Megumi has animals in his dorm," you pointed out, gesturing toward Megumi, who stood nearby.

Megumi's eyes widened slightly as he deadpanned, "Those aren't real dogs. They're my Shikigami."

Ignoring his explanation, you pressed on, "Still, if he can have them, why can't I have a real dog? It's not fair."

Satoru chuckled, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Well, Megumi's 'dogs' are part of his curse technique. It's a bit different from having an actual pet," he explained, still with a playful tone.

"But I really want a dog," you insisted, a hint of desperation creeping into your voice.

Satoru's smile widened, and he finally relented. "Alright, alright," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I was just messing with you about the policy. I'll get you a dog later. Happy now?"

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Thank you, Gojo-sensei!"

"Yeah, yeah," Satoru replied, still grinning. "Anything for my precious students~." You grinned a bit, clearly in a good mood as you stood right next to him and Megumi. A few moments later, Satoru pointed at a brown-haired girl wearing a Jujutsu Tech uniform, who was talking to the guy that approached you earlier.

“Are we going to talk to her? This is kind of embarrassing,” Yuuji muttered as the girl asked the guy to recruit her.

“So are you,” Megumi clicked his tongue.

“Hey! Over here!” Satoru called out, cutting the girl off mid-conversation.

“Damn, what's up with that blindfold?” she said as she approached the four of you.

The brown-haired girl placed her stuff gently inside one of the rentable lockers before glancing at you four. “Alright, once again!” Satoru said, his tone filled with enthusiasm.

“Nobara Kugisaki. Be happy, boys, there are now two women in the group.” She placed her hand on her hips, standing confidently.

“I’m Yuuji Itadori. I’m from Sendai!” Yuuji was the first to introduce himself, his voice full of excitement.

“Megumi Fushiguro.” Megumi was next, keeping it brief and direct as always.

“Y/n Itadori.” You offered her a polite smile. “I like dogs.” Nobara’s eyes twitched for a bit as she took in the introductions.

‘He looks like a potato,’ Nobara thought as she scrutinized Yuuji. ‘Definitely the type who ate his own boogers as a kid.’

‘And only a name here?’ she mused, glancing at Megumi. ‘I can’t stand high and mighty dudes. I bet he likes setting oil-slicked gulls on fire.’

‘Dogs? She looks intimidating but she’s so childish!’ Her gaze shifted to you. ‘And she’s related to the booger-eating kid?’

“I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances,” Nobara sighed dramatically.

“She took one look and sighed,” Yuuji muttered, sounding a bit hurt. You only ignored him, focusing on Satoru.

“Are we going somewhere from here?” you asked Satoru, barely able to contain your impatience.

“We do have all four of you together. Not to mention, three of you are from the countryside. So, of course, we're going on a tour of Tokyo!” he said enthusiastically, causing Yuuji and Nobara's eyes to light up.

“Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!” They chanted in unison. “We love Tokyo!"

The five of you stood in front of a seemingly abandoned building, its eerie presence a stark contrast to the bustling city tour you expected.

“You liar! This isn't Roppongi!” Yuuji and Nobara said, visibly disappointed.

“You were messing with us country folk!” Nobara added, crossing her arms.

“There is a big cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse,” Satoru explained calmly, ignoring the complaints of your brother and Nobara.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?” Yuuji asked, trying to understand the connection.

“The issue isn’t the cemetery itself. It's the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear,” Megumi corrected him, his tone matter-of-fact.

“Oh, it was the same for schools too, wasn’t it?” Yuuji asked, connecting the dots.

“Hold up. He didn’t even know that yet?” Nobara asked, incredulous.

“He swallowed a special grade cursed object. Now here we are,” you said, your smile wavering a bit as you glanced at your brother.

“Gross! Unbelievable! That is so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way!” Nobara exclaimed, her face twisted in revulsion.

“What?!” Yuuji said, looking slightly offended, while Megumi only nodded in agreement with Nobara.

“I want to know what all of you are capable of,” Satoru said, refocusing the group. “Just think of this as a field test. Nobara, Yuuji, you two go to exorcise the curse inside that building.”

“But I thought only curses could exorcise curses?” Yuuji butted in. “I cannot use jujutsu yet.” Satoru glanced at him with a knowing smile.

“You are basically half a curse already,” Satoru pointed out. “There is curse energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this.” Satoru handed Yuuji a weapon. “It's the cursed tool: Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It'll work on curses, too.” He explained. Nobara and Yuuji started to head toward the building, the weight of the task ahead settling in.

“Oh, one more thing! Don’t let Sukuna out,” Satoru reminded. “If you use him, you'll get rid of all curses nearby in a flash, but you'll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it. I won’t let Sukuna out,” Yuuji gave him a thumbs up, determined to do his best.

“How about me, sensei?” you asked, pointing at yourself.

“You, Megumi, and I are going to fill out those papers!” Gojo said enthusiastically. Your grin widened at the prospect.

“Pass,” Megumi said as he sat down. “I think I’ll go too,” he added, his tone firm.

“Don’t push yourself; you are still recovering,” Satoru said, concern in his voice. “But suit yourself.”

“But someone needs to keep an eye on Yuuji, right?” Megumi insisted, looking between Satoru and you.

“True, but the one we are testing this time is Nobara,” Satoru said, considering Megumi’s point. “We're heading out. Y/n-chan, hold on tight while teleporting there.” Satoru said as he linked his arms with yours. Sharing his enthusiasm, you nodded eagerly, excitement bubbling up inside you as the anticipation of what lay ahead grew.

“What are you gonna name it?” Satoru asked, glancing at you and the dog.

“Sugu-,” You bit your tongue. “Sugar—” you answered without hesitation, a fond smile playing on your lips as you scratched behind the husky's ears. The dog's eyes sparkled, clearly enjoying the attention.

“Sugar, huh?” Satoru chuckled, his laugh light and infectious. “Fits well, doesn't it?” He reached down to ruffle the dog's fur before lifting the two-year-old husky into his arms effortlessly. “Me and Sugar are heading out first.” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “I reckon you could teleport yourself back there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

You nodded, confidence in your abilities clear. “Of course.”

“This time, however, you can't use rats,” Satoru added, his tone playful but firm. “Got it? It’s your own test.” He gave you a knowing look, aware of how you often relied on smaller creatures to aid your teleportation.

Smirking at the challenge, you only nodded. “Alright.”

“Good,” he replied, his grin widening. “I look forward to seeing how you manage.” And with that, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, Sugar safely cradled in his arms, leaving you alone to figure out your way back.

You glanced up at the nearby crows perched on a telephone wire, their dark feathers glinting in the sunlight. An idea sparked in your mind, and your smirk widened. Crows, after all, were clever and resourceful—perfect for your purposes.

With a deep breath, you whispered softly, calling out to the crows. They cawed in response, flapping their wings as they swooped down towards you. You extended your hand, allowing the energy to flow and connect with them. In an instant, the world around you blurred and shifted, the sensation of feathers and wind enveloping you.

Kape?

#pochita #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #makima #reader insert #yandere themes #platonic yandere #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk anime

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ben-man · 1 year ago

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Please tell me more about fat Light. I’m so curious

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM TO TALK ABOUT THIS I am quite literally physically vibrating. I grew up fat and remain fat so please for the love of fuck nobody be rude about me being just unfiltered about this.

Light Yagami is so obsessed with his exterior shell. His like beautiful ornate carapace. His mask. He's obsessed with his image, and a huge reason for this is his fathers position in society and being the perfect son to make his family proud and the fact that he is empty. There is a certain type of childhood where you grow up with a pit in your gut and anger in your heart and no reasonable place to put it or explanation for why you feel that way.

He is a young boy given the power to kill people, and an unnatural boredom borne of his privilege, nature, and power. He's unchallenged by school, he finds no connection in those around him, the distance between him and his family may as well be a chasm. There is no 'real' Light Yagami you will find under that flesh he cloaks himself in (because he doesn't even know who he is himself, he never got the opportunity to.)

I write this fairly often but I hate the characterization where Light is written as if Light and Kira are two different people. Kira is a young boys realization that if he acts sweet and remorseful enough he can get away with breaking other kids toys. It's the fucking feeling in the air when someone's position gives them the power to do whatever bloody cruel thing they want. Kira is a round-faced boy with a terrible weapon to kill. Many people forget that when Light first killed someone (in the manga) he basically cowered under his bedsheets for an entire night. He is bored, and he is empty, and to him excitement and feeling comes when he is so nervous he feels bile in his mouth.

In my mind he grows up fat, he's a pudgy fucking kid. And you know when you're young and fat and you are meant to be fingerpainting you crawl up that step stool and look in the mirror wondering why your soft, fat, unmanageable body doesn't look good enough.

And when you become an adult, for some the doorway to changing your body opens. It can fucking eat you whole man! And I write Light Yagami with these issues and interpret him as having a fuck ton of internalized fatphobia and body image issues, and now he's thin, unhealthily so. I usually write him struggling with eating.

When I do write him having the happy ending he doesn't deserve, I write him gaining weight as a good thing, and that means a lot to me! Internalized fatphobia makes you bitter and cruel not just to yourself but to others. He gets a very prominent double chin and gets larger gradually as he ages I think.

Also my friend @kattidiot wrote a BEAUTIFUL (unpublished) Light Yagami drabble about him being a child and crushing ants and his mother teaching him to bake so he directs that energy not toward covering his fingers in bug guts and he's looking back on that childhood and describes his fat little boy hands and how he doesn't want to add too much butter or sugar and so it always comes out wrong and his cruel perspective on his own baby-faced self is like so well written its like electric.

Anyway yeah diversity win the deranged mass murderer is fat.

#light yagami #death note #tw internalized fatphobia #tw: internalized fatphobia #tw: ed mention #tw ed mention #tw: fatphobia #tw fatphobia #for everyone who has it blocked #anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK made me sohappy to talk about #also everyone follow katt :3 #I am so very very normal about Light Yagami #I relate to him which is a curse and probably a very bad sign #anyway one very important thing that was written by me and katt together #was the idea that his mother taught him to bake coffee cake #because he wanted to be like his dad #and drink coffee #and he doesnt remember what his favorite food is as a teen/young adult and couldnt tell you if you asked #but its coffee cake #I write about him and his mom a lot #his feet arent short enough to swing through the air as he kicks his feet from atop a kitchen stool watching her cook anymore #and he's a man now #and men arent supposed to bake with their mothers #and shes ugly now because shes graying and dyes her hair and he cannot be normal about women #he has to pity her because thats what old married mothers are for #even though he is much more pitiable. ya know.#I am the worlds most normal person about light fucking yagami #hope my insanity is appreciated by someone #thank you anon

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starsapphire · 1 year ago

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3, 10, 12, 22 for the violence asks

answered 3 at the bottom

10. worst part of fanon

i couldn't decide so i went into the dc tag to see what horrors may lurk within and then had to go do something else for an hour to recover. anyway i think maybe... there's this tendency in fanon to make all of the bats nice. nice to each other, nice to their teammates, nice to strangers. and they're not nice people. i don't mean that they're (all) bad people or needlessly cruel and unkind. i mean they're not nice people. they're rude and they're assholes and they hurt each other and they hurt their friends and they insult people. to make #batfam content work they need to be sweet and pleasant to one another and not hate each other and frankly that's not how it is. wayne family adventures only works because they're nice to each other! the real, canon batfamily (as in wayne family not necessarily the entire group of allies) is a bunch of people who are technically family but it's held together by spite and pipecleaners. in actual canon, dick and bruce fight all the time, and bruce says hurtful things, and jason is a mass murderer before he's ever even like, despised coworkers with any of his siblings. tim is not a sweetie who rolls over and shows his belly when bruce gives orders. dick is not a doting big brother "mama bird". babs loves bruce but she very much does not give a shit what he thinks, and he is NOT her father. they are not a nice, perfectly-balanced nuclear family. they are a bunch of horrible people with mental issues. what the fuck is a little wing i'm going to kill you

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

AMADEUS CHO. and i'm not talking champions-era totally awesome hulk amadeus cho. i'm talking incredible hercules era. off the fucking shits. calling people cunts. including government officials. taking occupied helicarriers out of the sky. destroying government property. doing it all on a modified gameboy. his weird toxic relationship with a gorgon. taking over a multibillion dollar conglomerate from the gods themselves. his best friend being a 3000 year old himbo. the coyote pup plotline. breaking into banner's lab multiple times. going to hell because he might as well. him being a cunt to total strangers. he's such an asshole you don't understand how much i adore him 😭😭 mark waid's champions amadeus was a rare flop unfortunately

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

all of it timsteph... they're so fun i love them so much... i know steph gets in the way of shipping tim with boys and interfering with yaoi is unforgivable or whatever but their relationship is such a huge part of who both of them are as characters. like they're so... sorry i don't have coherent language skills ever but they're like. you know. they. tim took steph to birthing classes. he held her baby. steph saved his life. they do crosswords together. did u know that. and don't get me wrong! their relationship had a lot of bad parts. i honestly don't think they were right for one another romantically, especially at the time. they both had a lot of growing up to do. but they love one another in a way that's beyond platonic or romantic. they need each other. steph is silly where tim is too serious and she's serious where tim isn't. they balance one another out in the best way

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

these are from the same post. i promise you someone the extent of whose interaction with batman and robin is the phrase "batman and robin" is not shipping br*dick. they don't know what that means. like, either of those words. i'm pretty sure if you told literally any normal person that robin is actually batman's son, they would be disturbed. and i promise you that your incest yaoi has bever been "vanilla" and "completely unproblematic". go outside

#p #ask game #ask to tag

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samus-arans-sweaty-pits-n-balls · 1 year ago

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why is analog horror so boring?

I tried to watch the godzilla suit one and it was just 45 seconds of a blurry image that didn't change, just had a film grain effect on it. then we spend 25 seconds to say 2 sentences that could have been in a baby's first picture book then we get his comedy gold:

i mean, yeah, dude. it sure is. this sure has been a minute and a half with like 8 pictures and less than a paragraph of text. and then its just "he never left the suit. he liked it there." (paraphrasing) and I'm just. who watches this shit? are they high? i feel like i'd have found this pretty funny if I was high, but right now, I'm just mad my algorithm is gonna be flooded with boring creepypasta slideshows for the next 2 weeks.

I tried the mandela catalog too, and its just as boring. but at least the godzilla one was funny.

to be clear, if you like this stuff, that's fair. we each have our own tastes. I'm just. I've been trying to find the sweet spot of horror where its scary but not "i have to stop watching/listenting/reading because this is too much", "wow, creeppasta is dogshit actually", "oh wow. this story opens up with abelism/misogyny/cultural appropriation/this story's narrative embraces the idea the witch hunts weren't just a mass murder of innocent people", and "nightvale is scarier than this (no shade to nightvale; i love it, its just not scary)".

#analog horror #vent #horror #please give me some reccomedations #I can't keep finding stuff as bad as russian sleep experiment #or 'he was painting the houses with human blood!!!1!'

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All the three main men in Daniel’s life (Pop, Michael, Terry) all love him intensely, and all hurt him deeply, and all truly suck.

He’s his Pop’s favourite pup, he totally adores him (to a disturbing extent) and he dotes on him and spoils him. Lavishes him with love. Yet Pop’s the one that bartered Daniel off to Terry. Used him as a living, breathing pawn to save the family. His youngest, his baby, only 18, looking 14, hardly more than a child—sold to a man 10 years his senior who threatened murder. That’s a promise broken on so many levels.

Then there’s calculating, reserved psycho Michael. I get the impression that Daniel is his favourite sibling, yet he’s also totally willing to use him to further the family’s means. He encouraged the match with Terry, he thought it best, and he was partly responsible for the horrific night and what came of it. Indirectly, he caused/causes(?) so much pain and misery in Daniel’s life.

And Terry. Good god, Terry. Loves and adores and craves Daniel to a psycho amount, more than anyone or anything and is also the one that wounds him the most, and the deepest. The rape, the cheating. The constant undercurrent of lust and violence, love and cruelty towards his own spouse. Buys him jewelry and a collar to thank him for letting him fuck him like a whore. His, again, willingness to use Daniel and his own pups to gain an empire, despite Daniel not particularly wanting this for himself or his babies. Forcing Daniel over and over to take a more active role, controlling him in every way, ruthless in his loving and his fucking. The definition of the monster is in your home.

I mean!!!!!!!!!

This poor, sweet boy. Just always going from one mess to another, and never allowed to truly make his own choices. Any choice he makes is just such a small defiance it hardly counts. He really is someone’s son, someone’s sibling, someone’s mate—and always a pawn in someone else’s game. Sometimes I wish he had just run away with Kumiko. Hell, even Johnny Lawrence, haha 😭 Daniel needs to be petted and loved, and not given love at the sharp end of a knife. He’s such a sweetheart! 🥲 Lmao but despite saying this I still want Silverusso to be together forever.

😭 What’s wrong with me 🙃

Beautiful analysis.

I think it would make Daniel sad to hear that his choices "hardly count", though. The problem is more that he has very little space to manoeuver, and every choice would have enormous consequences.

I don't know who of you actually play chess, but Daniel's position is like a pawn deep at the enemy's end of the board. If you get a pawn there, backed up well - even when it can hardly attack anyone far and not move unless the other player allows it, man, can that pawn make it hard for the enemy to play or attack well! If that pawn could say (and it can't) "nope, I'm out! I'm just a pawn anyway!" the King would be like "What?! You're keeping the enemy at bay simply by being there, doing nothing! You aren't going anywhere!"

That's Daniel. All around him, war is raging, and he can't move, he's blocked from all sides, but if the enemy makes a wrong move or two suddenly he becomes a Queen, which is as close as chess has to a weapon of mass destruction. And he isn't safe, but at this point he can usually only be killed at insane cost to the enemy so a smart player will try to avoid that. So he's all position and great potential threat. So, how do you deal with that position? Become a weapon of mass destruction? Sacrifice yourself to take on a far grander enemy? Or bide your time, hoping the big shots fight it out themselves?

And Michael - Daniele is his brother, his blood, and inside information on a potential enemy. He loves him. And he sometimes needs to tell him things straight when Pop won't. He knows better than anyone how to play the game while not being Alpha, but he doesn't know how deeply his little brother loves. He loves too, but it's always power he seeks without really asking why. And that is lethal. Nessa is not on the game by choice, Louie is a hands on guy, Michael is an excellent Don but he needs his little brother where he is for maximum impact. And Daniel has had to grow around this impossible position. He knows his potential, but he has to be very careful on how to use it and in what phase of the game.

#knights and pawns #mob au #omegaverse

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pop report #7 (billboard hot 100, week of 5/18/24)

america is not bored (for a minute, anyway)

Sometimes America gets bored, and dilutes its own hit parade. Only mass disengagement – ideal in an election year – could let that sacred democratic space become occupied, sorry preoccupied, with ranking thirty-one new Taylor songs from least to most enervated. But last week’s chart reflected a striking exception, a national rubberneck. For Drake and Kendrick Lamar are, yes, quite conceivably the Mike Jack and Prince of their genre (a proposed big third has been reviewed and rejected), and no serious, high-profile hip-hop feud has yet graced the streaming era. The 5/18 Hot 100 reflects a sudden, vicious bloom of disses, each star ultimately having accused the other – with apparent sincerity – of something unforgivable. It was savage, yet it perversely brought out the best in both artists, and showed up the old-headline hits as trivialities.

Drake has no status as an innovator, though his preference for doleful singing over speaking has proven influential, helping blur the lines between popular genres. Moreover, he can but must not dance – ergo, not much of a Mike Jack. Yet his place is secure atop the album charts, no matter what he’s on about this time around, and he rivals fellow maybe-mercenary Swift for consolidating power over time. Kendrick’s prolificacy would earned him a verbal dressing-down from the spirit at Paisley Park, and his joie de vivre dwells at an opposite pole. But unlike the Dylan Nobel, that K-dot deserved his Pulitzer felt self-evident. As with Jackson and Nelson, the division of clout and cred feels clean until you stare longer – and also, the artsier one is much pricklier about being associated with the less artsy one closer to world domination.

Amid innumerable chronicles of the fracas are good articles; the beef isn't mine to condense. But the records remain the record. In a field of cherry-bomb epics, Lamar’s “Not Like Us” scorched the widest radius, and now it’s a #1 forever, just like “First Person Shooter”. After a breath of sweet soul comes that graveyard stab of strings, pilfered from a Monk Higgins cover of Ray Charles’ ominous lament “I Believe to My Soul” and sped the hell up. Lamar is hopped up on his own venom, every accusation a gouge; he means fucking business, and it’s the coldest of kills (“stab this way, stab that way”). It’s ruthless, but the smooth dexterity of his performance is riveting – whatever’s on the tip of his rapier, the music is still the point, which helps the unease go down easier.

After all, imagine what a dark landmark this would be if hip-hop’s most handsomely paid icon is, y’know, guilty of all that. “I think that Oakland show gon’ be your last stop,” Lamar spits, after raising (as opposed to prefabricating) the specter of Tupac, half of the most famous such feud – a bicoastal tempest that left two all-time luminaries dead. Without comparing each hypothetical loss to art, the threat of either principal failing to survive this spat has been too terrible to touch, the way the horrific inconvenience of a civil war maybe keeps it from manifesting in our violently polarized era. The level of discomfort this event has and could attain was built to compel morbid fascination. As Americans, we’re awfully accustomed to unimaginable outcomes – and what we move on from says strange things about our ways of processing.

But even when we can't, we often insist on stepping into a sweet denial chamber for a second. Sandwiched between two million-selling musical murders is “Million Dollar Baby”, the club-ready runaway smash from one of those sleepy-eyed white guys with a certain kind of facial hair. The now-aptly named Tommy Richman is from TikTok, and his robotic funk savvy reminds me of Peter Brown’s “Do You Wanna Get Funky With Me”, a one-man simulation of something Black that feels bloodless, but more than functional. The summer and its songs are now upon us, and one of them is that other musical murder: “Euphoria”, Kendrick’s first full-length shot across the bow. “You’re not a rap artist, you’re a scam artist” has waited behind a lot of lips since Drake’s ascendency, but nothing could sound as juicy as Kendrick just letting it slip over a dreamy Teddy Pendergrass sample. Then he erupts with molten contempt, trenchantly transforming a human mess into something profound.

“This conflict did not begin with an act of violence,” Michael Harriot reminds. “In a sense, [this] is really about Black excellence.” And although Lamar’s bars being brilliant is as foregone a conclusion as Drake’s next album going #1 – though any fallout remains to be seen – it remains the apparent responsibility of the Black musical icon to vault over established standards, to pull out every stop. No album has masterpieced harder than Cowboy Carter in a hot minute, and had it lassoed the entire top 10 like Swift’s album did, it would’ve resulted from a livelier, more rewarding mass listening project. Yet stats suggest Taylor’s unwieldy latest affair is winning the attention war – though it rarely gets more exciting than the dirgey “Fortnight”, a flagship single featuring Post Malone, the original sleepy-eyed white guy with a certain kind of facial hair.

Though the album gives up slow rewards (like “I wanna kill him”, it’s in stray lines that hit you sideways, as opposed to the inescapable hooks we rely on her for), I’m on Team Disappointed – and yeah, tTPD’s concurrence with Beyoncé’s ambitious and open-armed coup amplifies my chagrin. The theory that unprecedented validation has eroded TS’s humility and editorial sense is confused by how casual and canny Midnights was at once. Maybe after a tumultuous personal spell and a generous spectacle of a victory-lap tour, this functioning workaholic has earned a This One’s for Her. Yet the album’s overall efficacy as a sedative or a diary feels limited, especially comparing it to the sumptuous acoustic textures and painstaking craft of folklore. She’s not banal yet, but the watered-down EDM “Fortnight” revisits is beginning to wear thin.

Three places down from the archetypal club hit by the white kid is a folky country banger by Shaboozey, a Black performer, rather closer to Zach Bryan’s misty reveries than Morgan Wallen’s rap-smitten flexes. “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” stands as strong a chance of uniting and lighting up a crowded room as “Million Dollar Baby”, though the vibes are otherwise irreconcilable. Our country’s ever-unresolved racial dialogue can feel most productive, or at least most interesting, in the pop-musical realm, though it isn’t always easy to know what questions and answers the constant cross-pollinations are raising. Disheartening recent influx of male artists notwithstanding, the way the Blackest and whitest pop genres are talking to each other right now is politically exciting. It goes beyond softened borders, with Bey’s panoramic expansion of an old Ray Charles concept merely the most pointed, adventurous example. But masc vs. femme, Black vs. white, queer-coded vs. painfully straight, in the box vs. new under the sun, Champagne Papi vs. Kung Fu Kenny – our musical landscape is an ever-restless one, the central conundrums rarely under threat of resolution.

My point, such as I have one, is that if you slice off the top of the charts you always end up with an interesting double record, with even the most recent Swift swallow a more interesting double record. Cue up side 2 of whatever variant you chose of this round, and you get the casually buzzing hornet’s nest “Like That”, with Kendrick already sounding brutally peeved on his verse. The needle then hustles you into the petulant intro to Drake’s “Family Matters”, for which “Euphoria” already provided some context if you’ve been off the grid. Drake's track lands no point harder than how long this month has lasted.

Compare the normally sedate, reflective Kendrick’s palpable anger – you feel the threatening brush of the quills of his mind – to the normally sedate, unreflective Drake’s manufactured-sounding intensity. His sense of affront sounds weakened by his well-funded complacency – easy to project, like the idea that he farms out his verses. But rap is like jazz; the central instrument is too communicative to conceal much. For the former Degrassi MVP, anything like sharpness feels like an imitation. He sounds inconvenienced where his rival sounds murderous, a comprehensible tactic that as fits go earned worst-dressed on the skirmish’s fizzled-out conclusion(?), “The Heart Part 6”. “Matters” is a deft cut which admirably matches the mood-shifting “epic” vibe of “Euphoria” et al. But even with Drizzy stepping up, the contest was never exactly a close one.

The temptation down the rabbit-hole of whether Kendrick is a spousal abuser – a charge so hyped up in the drop, it has the feel of a secret a kid can’t keep in, rather than, like, a lie – isn't much match for the distracting allure of Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso”, the latest surefire trifle in a neo-neo-disco wave. Dance music hasn't sounded so percolation-for-percolation sumptuous as it does on this (or, say, the casually flawless “Dance the Night”) since Nile Rodgers was still [c]hic. The song’s unhesitant strut is the kind of thing you just bow down to, pure feelin-yourself momentum from a versatile new star whose identity appears as malleable as Chappell Roan’s is uncompromising. Its phrasemaking, its effervescence, its on-vacation give a fucks – the song is like “Flowers” in full flower, being single as a garden of delights earthly and otherwise.

This top ten is rounded out by a far more gentlemanly duel, for it’s the season of not just the sticks but the Growly Boys. The unabashedly dramatic “Beautiful Things” and “Lose Control” are how-tos for those interested in self-immolation, over a cause Macklemore will swiftly remind you isn’t the end of the world (love, or pussy I suppose. or both). Benson Boone and Teddy Swims sure do have diaphragms; not a dandruff-grain of irony sullies either’s heaving shoulders. Each song has a guaranteed valentine future: karaoke challenge, front-lawn boom box staple, so forth. And both, if you listen over and over (which, why), largely validate their own abundant sincerity. Both also serve to make the “take me to church” guy sound like a paragon of smoothness and restraint, on his new one, which lands like a less self-satisfied, slightly doomier Maroon 5 hit.

Other chapters in America’s bestselling beef (“meet the grahams”, “Push Ups”) fill out the top twenty – the album this feud forms is a great, if bitter and bewildering, one – dispelling a slow-moving cloud of flukes and superstars. SZA, always a lot more subtly exhilarating than people seem willing to concede, continues to gaze out over the waves she rode last year. Ariana finds her place in the moment by encouraging single-soul vulnerability, rather than trying to lead an army of discontents to liberation. Taylor simulates the instant standards she didn’t hold herself to writing this time, dragging herself to the gym and onstage, feeble but serviceable revisitations of “Anti-Hero” self-loathing and “Bejeweled” self-puffing. Jack is still in a post-nut haze, Noah is still wistfully welling up, and Zach and Kacey are still stuck somewhere between the present and past – reminding us just how hard this moment will hang on as it fades into whatever’s next, as moments do. Whatever we don't remember, someone will.

#kendrick lamar #drake #taylor swift #sabrina carpenter #shaboozey #tommy richman #benson boone #teddy swims #metro boomin #j. cole

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Hear me out, satoru and suguru boyfriend headcanons 👁 👁

boyfriend headcanons !!

response: say less mommy.

synopsis: how are they like when you're dating?

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru

warning: nsfw content

author's note: happy suguru day<3 i love my lil ballistic mass murderer so much

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

gojo satoru

sfw

in my eyes he's literally the best

as an individual, gojo likes to have fun

so you can imagine when he has a partner

he's very big on pda, but if his partner is uncomfortable with it he will drop it in a second

your comfort when he's around means the whole world to him, he knows he can be a little bit annoying and obnoxiously loud but once the sun sets he's a complete different person (i make it sound like hes some kind of mystical creature)

beach dates! park dates! visiting that one restaurant that's owned by a nice old couple kind of dates!

he loves it when you ask him to do stuff for you, it makes him feel like you actually do want him in your life

nose kisses and big smooches on your lips are his favorite thing in the whole world I cant even begin to describe how much he loves to just hold your face and go "mmmmwah" just to see your face scrunch in fake disgust but your cheeks redden a bit at how much he likes to show his love for you

he will never admit it but one time you two were cuddling and you randomly said that you loved him

he did say it back but when he went to the bathroom it wasn't because he wanted to pee but because he shed a few tears and was too embarrassed to show you that part of him

he's never the type to get emotional quickly but being reminded that in his most vulnerable state, you'd still find him amazing made him a little bit overwhelmed

he loves you<3

nsfw

a giver, such a huuuuuge giver

seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes three fingers inside you makes his heart swell with pride and dick throb in his pants

he just can't believe what he's staring at

this is the same person who refused to let him grab the peanut butter jar for her because she said she didn't need him

but now her legs are folded to her chest and her pretty cunt is glistening with arousal, wanting him to stuff it full

his kinks aren't the wildest but if you suggest something, hes down to try it, he doesn't think any kink is weird which can be concerning

but as a gojo fucker and a gojo kinnie myself, i headcanon him as the biggest fan of giving head

he loves receiving it obvious but giving head? oh god sign him in

the feeling of your throbbing clit against his tongue and your juices down his throat makes him feel dizzy

he can't help but push your legs back to expose your pretty pussy for him even more before he's devouring it again

won't stop until you're crying pretty tears of overstimulation<3

oh but when receiving? so mean

oh my god he becomes so mean and rough because he cant get past the fact that your hot mouth feels so good around him

grip your hair, makes you choke on his cock, sometimes fucks your throat if you let him and makes it so messy. he loves the sight of drool and tears on your face and down his dick

he curses so much when he receives, you'd never think he has such a foul mouth

"god- fuck, you're so fucking good I can't believe your mouth feels this good, makes me wonder just how amazing your cunt will feel" "cmon pretty, you can take it, such a pretty thing sure can take cock down her throat, right?"

but as one of the kings of aftercare, he will make sure to hold you, kiss you, clean you and calm you down while reminding you of just how much he loves you.

i love him</3

geto suguru (happy geto day!!!)

sfw

where do i even start

he might be a little intimidating at first that you wouldn't wanna approach him

but after you two start dating, you think that him being intimidating is actually a good thing because literally no one looks at you when you two are outside together

this sweet baby loves intimacy so much

he loves loves looooves forehead kisses, especially if you push his hair back and kiss his forehead and call him pretty

it's not like he's never appreciated but coming from you? fireworks are going off in his stomach

big boy has such huge hands (like gojo tbh) so they're always either resting on your thigh or on your head, he likes to feel like he's close to you without actually invading your personal space if you know what i mean

as much as he enjoys forehead kisses, nothing sends him more than knuckle kisses. he will actually melt into the ground and rise again from the dead looking like a new man

oh and car dates are his favorite :) playing music while driving at night with you next to him makes him feel full.

nsfw

have mercy on me i faint whenever i think of how GOOD this man would be in bed

ok first of all i do see him as a giver just like gojo but the difference between him and his boyfri- best friend, is that he actually lets you do what you want at first

in other words, gojo would never let you go down on him before he does

but geto? honey, he's ready for you to kiss the tip of his dick and worship it like the world is about to end

he's a good receiver, he will make you feel like you're doing a good job and will guide you through it very nicely

holds your hair back, caresses your cheek and asks you to maintain eye contact while saying stuff like "just like that" "you make me feel so good"

daddy issues go brrrrr

but when it's time for him to give? oh good god does he not hold back

takes his time, he likes to spread you open and stare at you until you're literally asking him to do something because you start to feel a little self conscious

once he goes down to business it's over. he enjoys the way you taste so much it drives him crazy

but his favorite part of having sex with you? bullying his cock inside you

nothing gives him so much more than watching you struggle to take his cock

and when he drags it slowly against your walls and you're literally near tears because he feels too good? he thinks he won the lottery

he loves it when your emotions are all mixed up and you dont know how to react to the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot, you cry out and hold onto him and you hold in a scream all while throwing your head back

once he decides he really want you to lose your mind, he just pushes your knees to your shoulders and starts ramming his dick inside you mercilessly

he will make sure to treat you with so much love and care after, dont worry<3

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heresathreebee · 2 years ago

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Kurt Kunkle | Spree (2020) || Object Insertion // Phone Sex

Camboy AU/ Kurt Does OnlyFans Not Mass Murder AU; 2.6k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Swearing, Established Female Dom(me)/ Male Sub Relationship, Mistress/Baby (Boy), Face Reveal For Views Plot, Awful Livechat Messages, Voyeurism Kink (especially strong for Kurt), Mommy kink, Degradation and Praise Kink, Male Mastubation and Edging, Anal Object Insertion (PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS IT IS DANGEROUS, ONLY USE CLEAN SEX-SAFE TOYS MADE FROM MATERIALS LIKE GLASS OR MEDICAL GRADE SILICONE, BE SAFE), Surprise Ending *wink, wink*

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Kurt is 101% sure that you planned this.

It had taken him months of begging on his knees to get you to agree to a face reveal and finally let him introduce you to his subscribers, only for you to change your mind the day before– and after he tweeted the announcement, no less.

You claimed (with an impish grin) that the privilege had been revoked due to the Excited Puppy incident.

It wasn't fair! How was he supposed to just sit still and wait for your permission to come? Your pussy was too warm, too wet around his cock to not grind into. You have 10 times the subscribers he has even as his channel steadily grows and during your stream (where his face is hidden just off camera), there were so many people watching and commenting about how lucky he was to be with you. It just went to his head!

And before he knew it, he was bucking and growling and spent, much to your amusement.

And now he was going to do a late night, private stream without his linch pin. Total clickbait. The chat was going to be vicious tonight.

'Don't worry baby, I won't leave you hanging ;),' you texted him back.

After the initial stream greeting, Kurt acts a little extra goofy to mask his disappointment. Presenting the lube he's using like it's a new lipstick line in a makeup tutorial, turning on a self-made trap mix and dancing as he strips out of his clothes, continuing to dance fully naked and asking the chat how many times they think he's going to come tonight. Chat is busy with other things though…

Username29394954o: Do you think he hired an actual pornstar for this stunt?

Dickandballs69: I was promised TITS WHERE ARE MY TITTIES KURT

CummunistKumikaze: WHERE'S YOUR "GIRLFRIEND" KURT?! Fucking beta male!

Kurt sat heavily in his gaming chair and sighed, leaning forward on his knees like a gym teacher about to deliver some bad news. "Hey guys, glad you could be here tonight. Now, I know that I promised you'd finally get to see my girlfriend tonight, but uhm… something came up."

His cheeks flamed red when your alternate domme handle and donation appeared. The text to speech read aloud:

TheDirtyKirtie : Tell them what you did, you bad boy.

Kurt swallowed hard and ignored the rush of comments calling him slurs and fake and loser. "I, uh, I was bad. I came without your permission– her permission! I didn't think she would… well I was hoping she would let it slide this time…"

Another message and donation popped to make the text speech activate:

TheDirtyKirtie : You can earn it back, if you can be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you.

At that, Kurt straightened up immediately. Did you mean it? Were you giving him a second chance?!

It's not like he was bad at subbing, he loved it when you were in control (you would say he was born to it). But… he did have a habit of misbehaving on purpose to get you to punish him– both on and off camera. Usually they came with a few warnings, tugging on his hair or making him pause until he was shaking with the effort (once you told him he couldn't continue until he went completely soft first and that just didn't happen).

TheDirtyKirtie : Are you up for it, sweet thing?

Kurt nodded vigorously. He had to– for his stream. He bit his lip and waited for your first instruction. Chat was going wild, as per usual.

TheDirtyKirtie : Let me see those hands, baby. Are you lubed up?

Kurt shook his head. "No, mistress."

TheDirtyKirtie : Good. Start slow for me, just your fingers on your shaft like always.

Kurt hates this command. You do it on purpose to test his will power, and this one always leaves him frustrated and understimulated. He knows what you want to see and carefully avoids spreading around the stream of precum that has already begun to ooze out of his tip. He's so focused on doing it right that he doesn't see the chat.

Mitochond-Rhianna: We can't see

WaxBabe420: Kurt, pull the camera down

COCKGobbleGobbleGobbler: DUDE WE CAN'T SEE YOUR DICK. MISTRESS, PUNISH HIIIIMMMM

Some of his new subscribers have clearly crossed over from your channel. They sometimes have flowery or feminine usernames but are always a little kinder with their words– and are hoping to see more content of you.

There is, naturally, a rumor about you two.

Fueled by a collective confusion as to why such a popular personality as you regularly started recommending his cringy sfw channel @ kurtsworld96, and by extension his better received nsfw channel @ squirtsworld69, about a year ago. There was recorded footage of you two together during a few collaborations, but publically, you both denied being anything more than friends.

The dots were easy to connect, but people weren’t quite ready to connect them (yet). How could two seemingly very different content creators have private nsfw channels with the same gimmick– opposite domme/sub kink and unknown partners(?). You and Kurt teased and teased and teased, but you were very careful not to give away the game too easily. Precise camera angle work or costumes kept your sub a mystery. Meanwhile on Kurt’s streams, you kept yourself just behind the lens of his camera (and once or twice gloved for a POV stream).

And still you dangled the mystery above viewers' heads. Could an incel like Kurt really pull a baddie like you?! Even your mutual friend Bobby didn’t believe it and he was literally in on it and giving you two advice! Two nights after the aforementioned Excited Puppy incident, Bobby had dropped a video link in your influencer group chat titled "DommeMommy is dating Kurtworld96 AND I HAVE PROOF!" plus a laughing face emoji and a contemplation emoji.

The two of you had watched it together and it included a side-by-side play of an older clip of Kurt masturbating (in accordance with your instructions from the chat) and one from your last stream– the sounds he makes when he comes almost identical in their tenor and whine. The comments on the video were 90% insults tearing the uploader apart and they got ratioed into the ground. Funny that, since they were actually correct. But nobody would believe a girl like you would fuck a 'loser' like Kurt (an opinion which you often have to console Kurt's pride about).

TheDirtyKirtie : You're doing so well, baby. Let me see what you've done <3

Kurt takes a breath and stops the torturous and weak movement of his hand to finally realize nobody could see him. He stands up to show the stream his cock, standing proud and hard and flushing bright red.

TheonGreyjoyFucks: Fuck, that's so hot

12TittiesTrollin: DUDE IS LITERALLY LEAKING HOLY FUCK

BullyMaguire02: GOTDAMN he needs to get laid fr nobody who gets pussy gets hard doing THAT

Everything rolls off his back when you reply: oh my sweet baby, you look so beautiful like that. It makes him blush harder and whimper pathetically. He just knows you are probably clenching your thighs right now, wherever you are.

It's unusual for Kurt to go so long without talking– though he doesn't realize he was indeed making noises. As he adjusts his camera for a better angle, he talks to the chat and waits for your next command.

"She's real, guys, really real, I promise. Super hot too, and you would know that if she was here."

n00bsluvb00bs: Boooo your so fckn FAKE BRO

xXcodforlifeXx: I WOULD SAY ITS PROBS JUST HIS FRIEND BUT HE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE FRIENDS FOR THAT Lolololol

Kurt just knows you are seething with rage about the asshole comments. You had talked to him about getting mods but Kurt brushed it off– he couldn't afford to guard his chat like you could. He needed them (at least he thought he needed them). Mean comments and hate watching was still viewer engagement which he could never seem to get enough of…

"What now, mistress?," Kurt pursed his lips and hoped you wouldn't make him wait.

TheDirtyKirtie : Do you have something *fun* you can sit on? ;)

“Uhh…”

On camera, Kurt whips his head around left and right. He can’t remember if you left anything the last time you came over but he doubts he would find it anyways. You were always bugging him about being safe with shoving things inside him that weren’t made specifically for that purpose…

Kurt disappears from his desk and reenters frame with record speed. “Will this work, mistress?”

Kurt waves a hairbrush that you forgot to take home with you. He flips it in his hand to show off the rounded, smooth handle and hopes you will say yes. Chat zooms by and the only thing he reads are a few viewers telling him to use the fat end (literally no way).

TheDirtyKirtie : You know what that’s fine. Use a condom baby, and pick up the phone. I’m going to call you in a second ;)

Kurt’s head snaps up as soon as he hears the last part (and he snaps the condom while he is distracted, immediately going for another from his desk drawer). He smiles brightly. Hearing your voice was better than nothing at all. He finishes sheathing the brush handle just as his gummy bear ringtone goes off.

He almost drops everything as he rushes to answer it and puts you on speaker phone. “Hi, mommy!”

Your mirthful voice makes him loopy and lovestruck all at once. “Hi, baby. Are you having fun yet?”

Kurt nods his head though he’s not sure if you’re able to see the live feed right now. “Y-yes mistress. I-I really wish you were here with me, though… are you… are you driving?”

Was he crazy, or did he hear a car honking? Chat seemed to confirm his suspicions as well.

“I’m riding bitch in a Spree actually,” you answered. “The driver’s deaf… I think.”

WaxBabe420: AM I CRAZY OR DOES SHE SOUND LIKE DommeMommy ??

12TittiesTrollin: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID ***** THERS NO FING WAY

Mitochond-Rhianna: YES IT IS YES IT IS FUCK YOU @12TittiesTrollin IT’S TOTALLY HER @WaxBabe420

COCKGobbleGobbleGobbler: @TheDirtyKirtie are you or arent you my @DommeMommy PLS I NEED TO KNOW <3 <3

N00bsluvb00bs: show us your boooobs whor

CummunistKumikaze: pics or it didnt happen lolol

Kurt’s attention snapped back to the sound of your voice. “I think you know what you’re supposed to do with that, don’t you, baby boy?”

Kurt licks his dry lips and settles the phone on the desk (your contact is too blurry to read from the resolution of the video and chat is furious about it). Propping his feet up on the desk, he adjusts his chair and spreads his legs, face turning red as he realizes just how exposed he is to (checking the current viewer count and…) 52,497 pairs of eyes, all waiting for him to obey your gentle commands. He presses the end of the handle to his fluttering hole and pushes in.

“Mmm–” Kurt hums loudly and gasps, his knuckles turned white as he penetrates himself and takes the whole brush handle in one smooth motion. He hoped you knew that the reason he took it all so easy was a result of the pegging you gave him the night before– just the two of you, no streamers watching. “Fuck me… mommy…”

Kurt whines so readily for you, and in return he can hear your breathless praise. “Very, very good baby. Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Nothing else in the world mattered except your words. Everything else fell away as Kurt started thrusting the handle inside himself. This was for you– just you. His cock bobs and twitches between his spread legs and begs for your attention. Eyes drifting closed, Kurt hears the sound of donations, text-to-speech messages, and your polluted car audio as he fucks himself.

xXcodforlifeXx: $1.00 ***

BullyMaguire02: $15.00 shouldve fckin listened to her youd be deep in youre FAKE GIRLFRIENDS cunt rn

Mitochond-Rhianna: $75.00 GOD I LUV THE WAY HE CALLS HER MOMMY, SO CUTE

TheonFreyjoyFucks: $5.00 thats fuckin NOTHING kurt USE YOUR FIST AND FUCK YOURSELF ALREADY

“Are you getting close, baby?” Kurt heard you get out of the car and imagined you adjusting your shirt collar. He nods – too heady to respond verbally– but you must be watching the stream because you instantly reply. “Don’t come yet, baby, just a little longer.”

Kurt instantly whines and slows down. Please don’t make me finish hands free, please please please. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes and start to spill as he hears you panting. Were you touching yourself or running?

Suddenly someone is knocking VERY LOUDLY on his bedroom door. Kurt screams and nearly falls out of his chair. His parents weren’t supposed to be home?! Bobby was already blocked from watching but he did know when the stream aired… did Kurt get doxxed?! The knock came again and that’s when Kurt noticed the echo from his phone…

“Open the door, Kurt!”

Were you… were you…

…

You ended the phone call and exited the stream from your phone, fussing with your appearance and wishing you had not been delayed so long. Maybe you shouldn’t have lied to your boyfriend about your plans, but you were hoping this would make up for it. Maybe you scared him to death– what was taking so long to answer his door?

You reach to try the handle again but the door is thrown open and you are snatched up into a bear hug. A very naked Kurt twirls around happily, making you dizzy and anxious about toppling to the floor. But then he dropped you back on your feet and dragged you into a bruising, passionate kiss. There was no mistaking the wet trails that transferred from his flushed cheeks to yours.

“You’re actually here,” he whispered as he let you breathe, only for a second before he dove in for another kiss. “Holy fucking shit, you’re actually here!”

Guilt racks your brain and you attempt to crush him in your arms. “I know baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry…”

But Kurt just shook his wild, greasy hair and held you tighter. “Nothing else fucking matters now, babe, because you are actually here!”

Kurt is pleased as punch to see you, and you pull away to look him in the eye and fight to reclaim your dominant character. “I’m happy to see you too, but I think we’ve still got a show to run, don’t we? I bet you’re ready to burst…”

You both look down between your bodies in surprise. There’s white cum all over your shirt and his bare chest, his softening cock hanging limply at the apex of his thighs. So much for your plan then.

“...uhm, ‘m sorry,” Kurt mumbles.

“It’s okay, baby,” you tucked his hair back from his face to see his pretty eyes better. “I guess you really were happy to see me!”

You pull Kurt forward by his hand and back into the stream, showing off the mess he made on you. You can see his proud, smug little face on the replay monitor and let him have it (he’s earned it now). You push him back in his chair and take your rightful place in his lap.

“Mommy’s still a little excited from watching you play, Baby.” You tug the buttons on your top and catch Kurt’s attention, feeling him press his chest to your back and biting his bottom lip as he watches. “Does chat wanna take a poll on how baby’s gonna make me come?”

Donations roll in hard and fast, the live scrolling by far too fast to read anything at all. You feel Kurt’s arms around your waist and his shy voice whispers near your ear.

“Can I eat you out, mistress?”

You look back at his pleading face over your shoulder. “I’ll put it at the top of the list!”

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This was very fun to write I was so worried I wouldnt be able to get it to work but I think it did. Kurt didn't need to kill he shouldve just done porn

#three bees writing #kinktober 2022 challenge #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle x female reader #tppkinktober2022 #joe keery character fiction #black reader insert

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aizawaskittenwhore · 4 years ago

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.

“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth

there’s no doubt about it.

but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.

he’s grown up quite a bit since high school

and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.

a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth

“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”

you know you’ve made a mistake

he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked

“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“

“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”

would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it

only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go

or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit

he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry

“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“

“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”

yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.

“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”

“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“

doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm

happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his

and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva

he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout

“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop

“good girl.”

the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin

“much better now, right?”

you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment

“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”

“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”

prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs

takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training

and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”

he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity

he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.

blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips

“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—”

but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact

now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart

always putting your enjoyment above his

but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses

you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.

and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.

yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.

at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.

the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth

when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night

takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”

degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.

“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”

you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover

panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy

kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved

but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway

“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”

hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you

“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”

spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can

and don’t even get me started on his size kink

lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego

“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”

his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs

“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“

“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“

cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises

and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers

“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “

“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

he secretly loves it when you get like this

while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers

pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted

“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”

his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased

sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch

“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast

“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”

dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow

he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.

“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”

keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly

“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”

taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top

his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare

“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”

you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off

but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...

“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”

“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear

“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”

“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”

you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body

marking is an absolute must

keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs

dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn

you can thank his quirk for that

they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs

meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon

the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy

they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance

dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.

not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?

keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs

“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”

you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little

the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.

which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.

𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:

let me tell you a thing or two about shota.

he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.

between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games

so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing

he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress

aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature

so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent

he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week

which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand

it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again

and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work

“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”

that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache

was he really not paying attention to you?

but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense

steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail

beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower

you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.

“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”

he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp

“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”

“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”

now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.

on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end

so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?

you lose, though that was to be expected

and shota couldn’t be happier about it

now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit

honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.

he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point

bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.

“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“

“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”

he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is

but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you

“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”

is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.

he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting

only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush

also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you

“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”

oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #deku smut #bakugo smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #aizawa smut #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kittybutmakeitferal #thanks once again for 1k you nasties!

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nightfall-kachiniko · 4 years ago

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Hey! I really liked your Annie angst where she hits the reader and wanted to request one where it's the same idea but just with Mikasa? Thanks a lot!

HAHA YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!

“A broken promise ” Mikasa x Reader. || Chapter 1. Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!

this contains spoilers for the manga of AOT. || rumbling spoilers ahead||

You walked into your both’s shared bedroom to find Mikasa staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes sad as she looking down at her feet as she laid against the mirror. Her back faced you. Your arms crept around her waist, hugging her strong body as you cuddled you head into the back of her shoulder. “Please.. come back to me..” you softly whispered for the both of you to hear. “Your so distant yet… so close..” you hugged her tighter as you embraced her presence.

Mikasa pushed you off of her after a while, and started to walk out of the room. “You make me sick.”

Hours passed since your encounter with your girlfriend.

You couldn’t stand just letting this happen. Your relationship was slowly but surely being torn apart, weather or not mikasa was realizing it or not. Could she not care about you anymore? Her attitude changed Jurassic-ally ever since Eren told Her he hated her, which to your dismay you turned your back on him, saying that Mikasa deserved better.

You finally built up the courage to talk to her directly, as you made your way through the airship, coming out of your dorm. The common area was a wide open space, couches and a new thing from Marley that had just been discovered by the people of paradis, something called a “television.”

You turned your way to the room next to it, a small conference room. The room was long with a small glass table, a bookshelf, and a fireplace with couches. The woman stood at the bookshelf’s in the back of the room, looking at one of them.

“This has been going on for way to long,” you said to the raven haired woman, her gaze now looking at you with her eyes stern. “What happened to you?” All she could do was roll her eyes, not saying a word. “I know how attached you are to him, and I don’t want that to happen either, but I’m just saying, it’s a possible outcom-“

“No it isn’t,”

She said fiercely. “Mikasa , you have to accept the fact eren has changed,” “No he hasn’t!” Her voice got louder, to your surprise. “You act as though you knew him for your whole life, he will stop this rumbling,”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

“He will,”

“Your in denial”

“Maybe I’m so in denial because all you’ve done is try to bring me down for these past few weeks!” Your girlfriend yelled, “All you’ve done is hate on Eren all this damn time!”

“Mikasa are you fucking NUTS?! HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE HATED YOU!”

“He doesn’t mean that,”

“Are you sure mikasa? Think about everything he’s done to you.” There was a pause before you added, “think about everything he’s done to us,”

Mikasa shut the book closed, tossing it on a nearby table.

“Shut up,”

She gritted her teeth at you before pitching the bridge of her nose.

“What happened to you?” You asked her sadly,

“Absolutely nothing,”

“Everything changed,”

“NOTHING ABOUT ME CHANGED!” Mikasa screamed at you, pounding her fist on the wall. “Mikasa .. listen to yourself! You used to never be like this! You were so sweet and caring, and then Eren changed, and so did you.”

She went quiet, an irritated look on her face. The Airship you and the rest of the cadets were on, soared through the air. The thing they call ‘a flying boat’ letting off steam as it flew. Towards Marley you headed, where the rumbling was occurring. Eren had already planned this whole ideal out behind the Survey Corps backs, his mean demeanor changing the person who you barley can recognize, you girlfriend.

“You never used to yell at me the way you do now,” you said as her breathing got heavier with anger.

“We used to be inseparable, now look at us. Ever since the rumbling started and Eren actually going through with his plan, you slowly started drifting away from me. And at first I understood why.”

She looked at you, the woman’s eyes still as stern as they could ever be, giving you a violent but silent glare.

“And then you became mean.. and aggressive.”

She started stepping towards you, her eyes bloodshot with anger, “you don’t understand because you never took the time to listen!,”

“All you did was push me away! Every time I tried to help! You treated me like your punching bag!” Your girlfriend moved towards you aggressively, making you hesitant to stay put. Your girlfriend looked at you dead in the eyes and for a slight moment, you swore you could see a tear forming. “I became aggressive? Yoru kidding me! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS ISNT A SERIOUS SITUATION! I TRIED TO BE NICE FOR THE LONGEST TIME!

“You are NOT the same woman I feel in love with!” Your voice trailed into her ears. Your heart heavy as your words spilled out. “Oh yeah? Then maybe you weren’t in love with me at all.”

“Mikasa you know that isn’t true,”

“I tried protecting ALL OF YOU! AND LOOK WHERE WE END UP! SASHA’S DEAD! COMMANDER HANJI IS DEAD! “

“Yeah and the same person you’re defending is the cause of their deaths.”

“Eren wouldn’t do this.” She stated. Your head filled with irritation. ‘Why can’t she just accept it?!’

“Are you kidding me?! WAKE UP! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING AROUND YOU!?” you yelled, “EREN IS KILLING, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!” your voice cracked out. The pain that you bared because of your friends actions was one you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many days would linger past, the fact that Eren, the boy who you once knew when he was running around playing tag with you and the rest of your group, is now a mass murderer.

“we don’t have to kill him-“

“MIKASA WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE’S DOING!? EREN IS JUST AS GUILTLY AS REINER AND BERTOLDT!”

“SHUT UP!” Her voice raised with irrational and anger. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT DECISION!”

“You aren’t LISTENING! EVEN JEAN SAID THAT WOULD BE BEST! I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM BABY I REALLY DONT BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO!”

“DAMNIT I SAID STOP!”

And just like that a loud crash noise was heard. The swift movement of a fist collided with the side of your face, the power containing it sending you falling back and into the glass coffee table behind you. You didn’t even realize what had just happened. You didn’t want to believe what just happened. You stared up at your girlfriend who’s face turned from anger to complete horror, her hand over her mouth as she stared at the damage she just caused. And boy was it bad.

The sting of redness on your face started to bleed droplets of blood. Soaking through your broken skin as a large red colored bruise begin to form. Tears started welting up in your e/c orbs. The sadness washed over you as you saw the woman who was suppose to love you, show an action of hatred that you never knew she could do. She hit you. She hurt you.

Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard rushing to the door of the conference room. The door swung open and there stood your best friend, Armin Artlert. “I-is everything okay!? I heard glad breaking!” He said, worried. His eyes looked around the room. The salty pieces of water flooded down your face as you choked on your tears.

Armin’s face went dead, he couldn’t believe it either. “Y-y/n.. baby.. oh g-god honey i-“ Mikasa couldn’t even form words. Hell SHEE couldn’t even believe she did that.

“W-wha-“ armin barley got out when you rushed to the door, pushing armin aside and ran back to your dorm room. “Y-y/n!” Armin tried calling out to you as your dorm slammed shut. You sinking to the floor crying.

Armin stared at Mikasa, “W-what happened?” His eyes saddened. “I..” Mikasa couldn’t get out any words, her face still in shock. “I hit them…” she managed to get out. “O-oh god I- I hit them,” her eyes filled tears as Armin pulled her into a hug. “I-I’m so sorry.. I-I’m so sorry…”

You laid on the floor after sinking down to the ground, slamming your door shut. Wiping your tears away with your hands, you looked at your both’s shared bedroom. Studying the interior. Thinking back on the time Mikasa promised you how she’d always be there for you, how she promised that she’d never hurt you. She promised when you both had your first kiss. She kept that promise and always kept it for so long, never once breaking it. Your numb body looked over at the ticking clock.

The thoughts that ran through your head as you watched the clock tick, and with every second you couldn’t bear to accept the fact, Her promise was broken.

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Chapter 2 “The conclusion”

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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Act one (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes. Hello hello @meowiemari

Summary: Spencer's girlfriend is a sweetheart, but he discovers a new side of her when she gets the lead on a play, and she portraits an unsub.

Category: Hardcore fluff 💜 (you know that's how we roll here)

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing here and there, but that's it.

Word count: 3,7K

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Spencer's girlfriend was a sweetheart. (Y/N) was the kind of girl who you thought might actually be a Disney princess in a different universe. She was adorable. Garcia was crazy for her, Morgan adored her, JJ thought of her as a little sister, and Prentiss always tried (and failed) to make (Y/N) curse once each time she saw her. They loved her.

And, of course, Spencer loved his girlfriend. He couldn't deny it. He didn't even try to do it. He knew he was young. He was just 25, after all. But he already knew she was the love of her life. Derek would always tease him about it, joking about how he was ready to propose to her, even after just six months of dating.

Spencer would laugh, but deep down, he knew Derek was right. (Y/N) was just perfect for him. She was the sweetest girl everywhere she went. That's why everybody was in shock when over dinner in Penelope's, she announced to the team she might play a serial killer in a play she was putting on with her drama group.

- "Oh, honey"- Penelope smiled and caressed her hand on the table- "There's no way you can actually pull that off."

- "What? Why?"- (Y/N) asked, confused, as the whole team nodded in agreement with Garcia's words.

- "You are too sweet to portray a killer nurse!"- Prentiss added

- "Well, I am not going actually to do it. I have to learn my lines and all, but I'm the substitute for the part."

- "Substitute?"- Spencer frowned, in shock- "What do you mean? You are amazing!"

- "Yeah, well, apparently not as amazing as Rachel Cooper. She got the lead role, again."- (Y/N) smiled and took a sip of her wine- "But, anyway, if anything happens, it's on, and I'll play a mass murderer nurse."

- "You are too sweet for that role, baby face"- Derek smiled at his friend and shook his head- "But you'd make an amazing job."

- "Thank you, Morgan. It's a little upsetting, 'cos I know I could do great. But well, I guess Rachel Cooper is gonna do an amazing job, and everybody's gonna be happy. It's really a team effort after all, and we are all there to have fun."

- "See?"- Penelope pointed at her- "You are too sweet to portrait a serial killer."

Spencer held (Y/N)'s hand on their walk back to her place and kissed it several times. She blushed and smiled at him as they talked of anything and everything.

- "Please don't hate me, but I'm kind of glad you didn't get the part."- Spencer confessed when they were about to reach (Y/N)'s door.

- "Why?"- she didn't get what he was talking about, especially considering she was dying to get that role in that play.

- "Because the guys are right, you are too sweet to play a mass murderer."

- "That's the idea of acting, Spencer, portraying someone you are not, and making your best to fit the role and convince the audience."

(Y/N) whispered and sighed as they walked the last couple of steps in silence.

Reid felt he had ruined it.

- "I'm sorry, buttercup. I know you'd do a great job. I was just trying to cheer you up."

- "I know, honey. It's ok."- (Y/N) whispered and cut him a small smile. She knew he was sincere.

- "I'll call you tomorrow."- Spencer said as they said their goodbyes on her apartment's door.

- "I had a great time tonight."- she answered and felt his lips on her for a second. She sighed and leaned over to kiss him again as soon as Spencer moved from her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for a moment.

- "I'm sorry you didn't get the part, (Y/N)."- Spencer murmured and looked into her eyes in adoration.

- "It's ok, Spencer."

- "You'd make an adorable killer nurse."- and she giggled as she felt his lips against hers. It was his favorite sound in the world, and it made Spencer feel butterflies in his whole body each time she laughed like that. So sweetly and bubbly.

- "You are just saying that 'cos you love me,"- she whispered and kissed him again. Spencer chuckled and thought he could love her even if she actually were a murderer.

During the next couple of weeks, (Y/N) divided her time after work between Spencer and rehearsals with her drama club. And each time she was at the theater, she was happy. She had a fantastic group of friends to have fun with. Except for Rachel Cooper. She was the exception of the whole gang. Actually, no one really liked her much. She had a nasty attitude toward everybody in the club. She acted like life was still the same as it was in high school. She thought she was one of the popular girls, and no one could mess with her.

No one but karma, apparently.

- "(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where the hell are you?!"- everybody in the place could hear Rachel yelling backstage, looking for (Y/N).

- "I'm here! What is it?"- the girl waved and continued painting part of the background of the play.

- "I need you to sew my dress!"- Rachel commanded and literally threw her outfit on (Y/N)'s face.

- "You were supposed to have it done already! The premier is tomorrow!"

(Y/N) sighed and smiled at Rachel. Of all the people in the club, (Y/N) was the only one who didn't hate her. If anything, (Y/N) was the only one who was still somehow friendly with her. Why? 'Cos she couldn't' help it. She was just too nice for her own good.

- "Give me ten minutes, Rachel. You'll have it ready for the rehearsal"- (Y/N) answered and smiled- "Just let me wash my hands. I don't want this to be all covered with paint."

- "You better don't!"- Rachel mumbled and walked away.

- "How on earth can you be so nice with that bitch?!"- Tina turned to (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow- "Each time I hear her talk, I have to make a major effort not to break her fake nose against a wall"

- "Come on!"- (Y/N) frowned and shook her head- "She is just nervous. She is the lead. You know that can get to you when you are performing."

- "She was born being the lead. The lead witch of the meanest coven I've ever seen"- Tina added and shook her head- "Honey, you are too sweet with her, and people like her eat nice girls like you for breakfast.·

- "I'm not gonna change who I am just 'cos she is mean. And she hasn't done anything to me."

- "(Y/N)!"- Rachel yelled- "That dress is not going to sew itself!"- Tina looked at (Y/N) right into the eyes, and the girl just smiled.

- "She is just nervous. Don't be mean."

But Rachel wasn't friendly. Not with (Y/N), and not with anyone in the whole club. For twenty-two years old, she could be very juvenile. (Y/N) could understand her, though. She didn't know why, but she couldn't be mad at Rachel. If anything, she felt sorry for her. (Y/N) was sure it had to be a burden to be like that, and she bet Rachel didn't know better.

- "Hello?"- (Y/N) walked into Rachel's dressing room and picked up the phone, excited to read Spencer's name on the screen.

- "Hello princess, how are you?"

- "Hello honey, I miss you so much."- (Y/N) replied and nearly sighed just by hearing Spencer's voice at the other side of the line.

- "I miss you too, Bunny. I'm calling from the airport with good news, though. We are on our way back home."

- "Really? You caught the bad guy?!"- the way (Y/N) asked about the case made her sound younger and more naive than she was. Spencer smiled and blushed, imagining her shiny eyes and her excited face. Rachel cleared the throat and handed (Y/N) the dress and the sewing kit.

- "Yes, we'll be back home tonight, so do you wanna grab a late dinner with me?"

- "Of course! I'm in rehearsal right now, wanna meet at my place? I'll ask for some take-out from your favorite Korean place."

- "Sounds like a plan. See you later, princess."

- "I love you, Spencer."

- "I love you too."- Rachel rolled her eyes as (Y/N) placed her phone back in her pocket and started sewing her dress.

- "So, you have a boyfriend?"- the way Rachel asked that question made it sound like it was something shocking and improbable to happen.

- "Yes, Spencer and I have been dating for over half a year already,"- (Y/N) answered proudly

- "Spencer, uh?"- Rachel repeated his name and looked at (Y/N), raising an eyebrow- "And what does he do?"

- "He works at the FBI"- the girl answered with a big proud smile- "He is a profiler at the BAU."

- "What does that mean? Does he makes good money?"

(Y/N) chuckled and shook her head. She didn't even know if Spencer made good money or not at his job. But she knew the most important thing about it: that he loved what he did for a living and that he was happy going to work every day, 'cos he had the chance to save people's lives.

- "He analyzes the behavior of mass murderers and catches serial killers."- (Y/N) explained with pride in her voice- "He has been out of town for two weeks, and he just called to tell me he is coming back home."

- "Does he travel often?"- Rachel asked and raised an eyebrow staring at (Y/N), who smiled and nodded, sewing her dress.

- "Yes, he and the team have to work across the country."

- "So, how do you deal with all the cheating?"

- "What?"- (Y/N) frowned and looked at Rachel for a moment, confused and shocked by her words.

- "Oh, come ok, honey. If he travels so much, it's only obvious he must have some flings now and then. After all, he is a man."

- "You don't know Spencer. He is not like that"- (Y/N) answered and returned to her job. Rachel stood up and sighed.

- "Oh honey, I know men, and they are all the same. They can't keep it in their pants."

And after those poisonous words, Rachel chuckled and walked out of the room.

(Y/N) tried not to think about what she had just heard. Instead, she continued sewing and repeated to herself Rachel had no idea what she was talking about. It was clear someone had broken her heart, and now Rachel couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she didn't want anyone to trust anyone anymore. Whatever was the reason, (Y/N) felt it didn't mean Rachel was a bad person, only someone who had gone through some bad situation that had gotten the best of her.

(Y/N) made a mental note to invite her for ice cream or some tea after the play and talk. Maybe what Rachel needed was a friend.

- "Help!! Help me!"- someone yelling took (Y/N) from her thoughts and made her jump from her spot and run outside.

- "Help me! Please!!"

- "What happened?"- (Y/N) and the rest of the drama club found Rachel on the floor, crying in pain.

- "I was trying on the shoes for the play, and I think I sprained my ankle!"- Rachel yelled and hit the floor- "Call a fucking medic!"

- "Fucking call a medic yourself!"- Tina answered and turned around- "You have a fucking cellphone in your hand. Probably you fell 'cos you were too busy taking selfies to look where you were going."

- "I'll help you. Just stay still."- (Y/N) whispered and kneeled next to Rachel- "Let me get you some ice."

- "Hurry up!!"- Rachel grunted, crying. Tina rolled her eyes and turned around to go back to what she was doing.

- "That bitch doesn't deserve your help."

- "I need your help!"- (Y/N) nearly tackled Spencer as soon as he showed up at her door later that night.

- "Hello to you too, princess"- he answered and kissed her lips, chuckling.

- "Sorry, hi, how are you? How was your flight?"- she asked all the questions at once as she held his hand and crawled him into her apartment.

- "I'm so happy to see you!"- he said and smiled, keeping his eyes on her. (Y/N) walked around, searching for something.

- "Here!"- and when she found it, she handed it to Spencer and smiled- "I need your help!"

- "What is it, bunny?"

- "Remember the play I'm in? That I'm the substitute for the lead role?"

- "Yes, I remember."

- "The play is tomorrow, and two hours ago, Rachel Cooper sprained her ankle doing wardrobe fitting. And now I am going to be the mass murdered nurse killing it in the play!"- (Y/N) smiled and hugged Spencer.

- "Oh! But I feel so bad Rachel is hurt. I sent her chocolates and flowers. I hope that cheer her up a little bit."

- "Wait, wait, wait! Are you telling me my girlfriend is going to be the lead in the play?"- Spencer asked her, surprised. (Y/N) just nodded frenetically, and he hugged her again.

- "Buttercup! This is great!"

- "But I need your help with my lines! Please help me, Obi-Wan."

- "I'm guessing those are not your line."- Spencer joked, and (Y/N) giggled.

- " I only had one whole rehearsal today, and that's it. I need to work on my lines with someone for tomorrow."

Spencer stared at her excited and happy smile, and it didn't matter that he was exhausted from the travel and the last two weeks of work. He couldn't say no to that smile.

- "Of course I'll help you!"- (Y/N) clapped and jumped on her stop.

- "Thank you so much!"

- "But please tell me you got me tickets for tomorrow."

- "For you and the rest of the team, if they want to go."- (Y/N) replied and kissed her boyfriend's lips- "Thank you, Spencer. You are the best."

The next evening, Spencer dragged the whole team along with him to see (Y/N)'s play. He had never been more excited about going to the theater before. He had bought (Y/N) flowers, and he made sure to have the best seats in the whole place.

- "Ok, pretty boy,"- Morgan chuckled as he noticed Spencer kept fidgeting his fingers nonstop- "Why are you so nervous? It's just a play for fun."

- "I don't know. I just want (Y/N) to enjoy her time and be proud of what she does."

- "I'm sure she will"- Penelope smiled at Reid and tapped on his arm- "I'm just scared she is too sweet to portrait an unsub."

- "Yeah, me too!"- JJ whispered and shook her head.

- "But the kid is a good actress, and she is going to be great,"- Derek added and turned to Spencer- "You've seen her acting before. Is she good?"

- "Yes, very."

- "You are not a reliable source"- Prentiss argued and opened a bag of jelly beans- "You are having sex with her. You are not objective."

Spencer wanted to argue with Emily, but he couldn't even make a sound. He felt so embarrassed and mortified with Prentiss's comment, and he couldn't even talk about the subject.

The lights went out, and the audience started clapping. Spencer's stomach tightened as he held his breath. He was more nervous than (Y/N) was, and she was the one walking into the stage that very same second.

An hour had passed, and Spencer Walter Reid couldn't move. He was glued to his seat, and his eyes could barely even blink. He was hypnotized by the beauty of the woman on that stage. A woman who looked so much like his girlfriend but acted entirely differently.

Was it wrong to feel so attracted by someone who was portraying a mass murderer? Was it considered cheating being drawn in such a profound way to someone who was nothing like his girlfriend, even when it was actually his girlfriend?

Spencer couldn't move. He could barely register what was going on around him and how Penelope giggled when she noticed (Y/N) hypnotized Reid in a way that only a man under a spell could be.

And that spell was lust.

When the play was over, Spencer stood up and clapped until his hands hurt. (Y/N) looked at him and smiled sweetly, thinking she couldn't believe what had just happened. She was the lead role on a play, and she nailed it. She had killed it. Literally, 'cos she had killed pretty much the whole cast during the show. She had been someone completely different than she was in real life, and she loved it. It had been fun, and she felt proud of her job.

- "Munchkin!!"- Penelope yelled as soon as she saw (Y/N) walking to them backstage- "You were amazing!!"

- "Thank you so much, Penelope!!"- (Y/N) chuckled and hugged her friend- "I'm so happy you are all here!"

- "You are the only unsub we are looking for tonight, pretty girl!"- Derek hugged her too, and his words made her laugh

- "You are definitely some actress! I couldn't believe that was really you!"

(Y/N) knew she was blushing as Emily complimented her acting. The girl nodded and hugged JJ, to then look behind her friend to find one shy Spencer Reid staring at her in deep love and adoration.

- "Hi. I think I saw you clapping in the audience,"- (Y/N) joked and walked over to Spencer. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came from his lips, 'cos his eyes were on (Y/N)'s clothing.

She was still wearing the nurse outfit from the play. And though it wasn't necessarily sexy (not in the sexy nurse costume you usually see), it did things to him. Things Spencer had to suppress to act like a human being of his friends were there too.

- "You were incredible"- that was all Reid could mumble as he hugged his girlfriend and gave her the flowers he had gotten for her.

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) hugged him and noticed how his arms held her tighter and closer. She knew Spencer wasn't very comfortable being physical with her around his friends, especially around Derek, 'cos he would tease them until Garcia smacked him.

But that night, Spencer didn't really care. In fact, he couldn't help it. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her. And so he did. He kissed (Y/N) slowly at first, his lips recognizing hers and enjoying her softness. But within seconds, his kiss got hungrier and more passionate. It was a kiss that he had been imagining for the last hour and a half, watching her acting. And he didn't know how to control that passion anymore.

- "Woo, kid! Slow down!"- Derek chuckled and started joking, but Spencer didn't even pay attention to him. His hands held (Y/N) closer, cupping her face against him, making her moan softly.

- "Ok, ok, please stop! This is disturbing!!"- Garcia complained, but they didn't break the kiss either- "Ok, we'll wait outside, come on, Derek!"

- "Kid, what's..."- But Morgan couldn't continue making fun of Spencer, 'cos Penelope literally dragged him outside, along with Emily and JJ, who were laughing.

(Y/N) giggled, but Spencer didn't break the kiss. His tongue played between her lips slowly, and his hands moved slowly down her back until they reached her waist.

- "I have the feeling you really like me on this play,"- (Y/N) whispered, as her lips rubbed her boyfriend's as she spoke. He chuckled and nodded, deepening the kiss again.

- "Very much."

- "Is it the outfit?"- (Y/N) asked and rested her forehead against Spencer's. He sighed and looked at her for a second.

- "If I have to be honest, I think it was the whole thing,"- he confessed, blushing. For someone who had shamelessly made out with his girlfriend in the middle of a room filled with strangers, he was suddenly timid.

- "You were so different, and... please don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love who you are. But the way you acted... how you played the role of a mean girl..."

- "Did that turn you on?"- (Y/N) whispered, feeling her cheeks turning all shades of pink. Spencer chuckled and bit his lips. He couldn't even speak, so he just nodded and looked at his girlfriend.

- "Do you wanna know something that might make you happy?"

- "What?"- even when they were incredibly close, and no one could hear what they were talking about, (Y/N) leaned in and whispered in his ear.

- "Rachel Cooper's outfit didn't fit me, so I had to buy this one. Which means, I'm gonna take this nurse back home with me, in case you wanna play with her later"- Spencer wide opened his eyes and looked at her, gulping.

- "Really?"

- "Yes, Doctor Reid. Now I suggest you be good and behave in front of your friends. We'll talk about this when we are back in my place. Ok?"- Spencer's words got caught in his throat when he heard (Y/N) giving him commands. All he managed to do was to nod, and her lips sealed the deal with a hot sloppy kiss.

Who could have imagined two nice kids were going to find out they were both pretty dirty at the very same time?

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leviachaan · 4 years ago

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Howdy how about a headcanon with the bros and maybe undatebles where mc has the best I'm not mad I'm disappointed face

//This is honestly a mood- thank you for the request!

Lucifer 🎲

He is incredibly amused.

It appears that your mere expression of utter disappointment is more effective on Mammon than his punishments have ever been so far.

+50 respect from Lucifer

He is curious about how much potential this talent of yours could bring into finally getting his brothers to act decently for once.

He would 10000% call for you every time he's too exhausted to nag at his brothers.

Lucifer: "Hello, MC, could you come to the living room? There's something you need to see"

He would attempt to mimic your face, only to look like he was one (1) step away from commiting mass murder.

He would low-key want to ask you to teach him how to achieve such expression, yet his pride would never let him.

He puts you on speed dial now and you are his third most commonly used contact after Diavolo and Mammon (both for obvious reasons).

Mammon💴

"O-Oi, what are ya lookin' at me like that for??"

He would H A T E it.

Scream at him, yell at him all you want, but please not the disappointment.

Poor baby would feel like you lost all hope in him. You are the only person who values him and realises his worth, he can't disappoint you :(

He swears he won't steal grimm from Levi again. We all know he won't stop, but he's trying!

He would even allow you near Goldie, just please don't give him that stare.

The good thing is that you don't even have to ask him what happened when he's in trouble.

Just look at him and he will be spilling the beans and the stolen money all over the place.

Leviathan 🐍

He would find it hilarious.

The whole house could be burning to shreds by all seven of them fighting and you would just stand in the corner with the most deadpan expression ever. He loves it.

You would 1000% end up viral by him posting a video of two of his brothers fighting to death behind you with you just eating cereal in front of them.

He would make sure to make you sit through a 2 hour long presentation of what anime and game characters you remind him of.

You would be able to make Mammon give him his money back so guess what you two are best friends now.

Satan📖

Much like Lucifer, he's amused.

You always managed to look so disappointed yet not mad when Beel chugged down all the food you spent all night making before the others could even as much see their breakfast.

At first, he thought that's how you reacted in order to alleviate your rage, but once you told him that's just how you react, he was impressed.

If only he could control his anger like that.

Seeing how effective it is on his brothers, he would attempt to pull off that look.

Only to have him chopping tables and doors in half a few seconds later.

Unlike you, he's very mad and very disappointed at the same time.

Asmodeus 👛

He would struggle to stifle a giggle every time your face shifted into pure disappointment towards his brothers.

He would find your expression so endearing that he would risk breaking his face mask in order to smile when you do it.

He loves it as long as it's not aimed towards him.

He's supposed to be the one charming people in here, yet your face makes him feel the need to write down a whole list to apologise for whatever he did.

It will be a loooong list, let me tell ya.

"Sweetie, please don't frown at me like that, your face will get wrinkles!"

He will think it's hot, let's be honest.

Beelzebub 🍔

He was yet again busy emptying out the whole fridge.

You were so excited to find the perfect cheeseburger here in the Devildom that wasn't capable of murdering your stomach and saved it for later.

You seemed to have forgotten about Beel's void of a stomach, however.

You would step in the kitchen late at night for some water, when you noticed a familiar red floof in front of the fridge.

Oh no

Upon hearing your snap, his head snapped towards you, the remains of your once precious cheeseburger around his lips.

Your face seemed so sad to him. You weren't mad so you must be sad, right?

He would immediately apologise, he didn't know it was yours. Poor bub would offer to buy you one himself as an apology.

He doesn't like that face at all, he thinks you are sad. Please don't be sad.

Belphegor💤

You are a mood, honestly. He's the same.

Why bother being mad when you can just stare at them?

He would be perfectly capable of killing someone if they got on his nerves too much, unlike you, but still.

When you two are annoyed at each other, it would be like a staring contest.

More like asserting dominance kind of battle

There can only be one dead inside person in here.

He would eventually get tired and end up falling asleep on top of you to stop you from looking at him like that.

More excuses for him to make you his pillow.

Diavolo👑

Are all humans like this??

He will be a bit confused as to why you reacted like this when he announced to you that he wants to make your birthday a national holiday.

Is that sadness? Happiness? E x p l a i n, M c

He would ask Barbatos for help, but he soon got used to you reacting this way and now he adores it.

He finds it hilarious when you look so done every time the brothers fight that he would chuckle every time.

Lucifer would want to obliterate you

You are his precious exchange student and everything you do stirs so much fascination within him.

Simeon👼

He would also let out a sweet chuckle every time you pulled out one of those expressions.

He would find your face so adorable, he can't help staring at you when you are at it.

Can we date Simeon? Pls

He would ask you whether you are okay either way, because he's an actual angel and cares about you.

He would kind of softly ruffle your hair to calm you down or to tease you, your choice.

He is an angel, but it doesn't mean he isn't playful.

Solomon 🔮

He would love it to the moon and back.

He absolutely a d o r e s it.

1000% uses it against the brothers at any given time.

"Maybe you shouldn't do that, Mammon. MC won't be happy about it "

Unlike the others, not only would he not mind when you do it to him, he will even tease you about it.

"Is everything alright, MC?" he would ask with a huge grin on his face.

If you showed him the slightest hint that his reaction annoyed you, he will do it again.

He will listen to you, if something happened though.

Doesn't mean he won't tease you during it.

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