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ozzgin · 4 months

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Its been 6 months😭😭 pleaasseeee make a part 2 of the android x human story im beggingggg😭

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Yandere! Android x Reader (II)

Featuring your assigned android partner who is not as devoid of humanity as you originally thought.

Content: female reader, AI yandere, mildly NSFW, based on Caves of Steel

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The case had been solved.

Not only that, but you'd managed to prove that human officers were just as efficient as their robot counterparts. The Commissioner was beyond ecstatic, pacing back and forth in his office and finding new ways to praise your detective skills.

"That'll show those Spacers. They think some glorified tin box can match our skill?"

You frowned at his words and glanced to your side, where the android was sitting. He observed the Commissioner with the same polite smile, no hint of disagreement on his features. Was he not insulted? You questioned him once the formal meeting had finished.

"I have no reason to be offended, (Y/N). It is a personal opinion, and thus I have no control over it."

"So you don't mind people disliking robots to such an extent?"

He pondered your statement.

"I would certainly be upset if it was you who harbored the disdain. The beliefs of other humans hold no meaning to me otherwise."

You couldn't tell if he said it out of politeness, or if he actually meant it. Most likely the former, in order to part on good terms. After all, your partnership has reached its completion. He'd return to the Spacer Colony with his report on human customs, and you'd go back to your regular job.

Except he never left. Days later, he was still sipping on his morning coffee, lounging at your table. You fiddled with your cup in contemplation. Was there anything else left to do?

"When are you leaving, actually?"

The pale man raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"Is my presence here of such significant disturbance?"

"What? No!" you swiftly exclaimed, stumbling on your words. His lips widened in yet another cheeky grin. He was teasing you again.

"My assignment on Earth is done, thus I should have returned to the Colony already. That's what you're wondering about, yes? I am awaiting a response from my superiors."

"Whether you can go back?"

"No, whether my transfer has been accepted. I have applied to be your permanent partner."

You could feel your cheeks burning with heat. Was it that obvious to the synthetic that you enjoyed his company? Then again, he wouldn't have gone through such motions just for your sake.

"Why did you..." you probed sheepishly. There was no logical reason for him to keep working in a poorer, less advanced environment.

"Because I want to continue spending time with you."

Nonsense. An artificial being wouldn't make its decision based on such mundane, emotional reasons.

"I don't believe you."

"I understand. It is a faulty answer to come out of a machine. Though unlike common AI assistants, we have been invested with the capacity to develop likes and dislikes. Interests. Wants. It helps with variety and individualization."

"And you want to stay here? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something", you attempted to joke.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence. Had you gone too far with your humor? Was it too cliché of a sentence? You turned away, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You just had to be witty, huh?

"I'm afraid I do not know what to tell you, (Y/N)."

"You don't need to say anything, it was a poor choice of-"

"Many social aspects have been implemented into my behavioral network. Workplace rapport, friendships, intimate relationships. What seems to be lacking is the transition from one to another. I know how to act as a romantic partner, but how does one achieve such a title in the first place?"

You gazed at him, incredulous. What was he trying to say?

"I am trying to convey that I am indeed infatuated with you. Which, then, makes my initial explanation dishonest: while I do appreciate our fruitful work cooperation, it is not a main reason for my decision. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings."

You'd never been a romantic. You sometimes flipped through sample pages of contemporary romance books at stores and community centers, but they always felt forcefully cheesy. Predictable. Consequently, you never had any grand dreams of passionate confessions under the rain.

On the other hand, you also didn't expect to be asked out in such a mechanical, calculated manner. Or that a machine would be the suitor. Yet there was something charming about his approach. For the first time since meeting him at the border, you saw him struggle. There was something human-like in his uncertainty.

You stood up from the table, and walked towards the android. Then, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expressing the mutual feeling and understanding.

His eyes bore an eerie glint to them. It was most kind of you to offer a common ground, but he knew better. The affections you held for him were, with utmost certainty, a mere fraction of whatever overwhelmed him from the moment he encountered you. Limerence, obsession, compulsion, there were many definitions that aptly described his otherwise unexplainable desires towards you. Even more unexplainable was the fact they'd evolved from a blank slate, a programmed agent with no previous knowledge on feelings or humans.

You noticed his hesitation.

"Is there anything else troubling you presently?" you nudged.

Nothing of immediate urgency. Well, not for you, at least. The android remained thoughtful. What were the variables which needed to be met in order to initiate a sexual encounter? Would it have been inappropriate for him to suggest intercourse straight after this conversation? To him, it was a natural escalation he'd considered many times in the past. To you, it could've come as a sudden, crass, and hurried proposal.

He reached for your wrist and discreetly pressed a thumb against your skin. Judging from your resting heart rate, facial expression, and localized temperature, there was a fair chance you wouldn't reject his advances. Once the statistical risk had been assessed, he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Would it be possible to continue this in your bedroom?" he inquired, standing up.

"Alright, just don't...ask for approval for every single step" you retorted. You'd rather not become a narrator of your own pounding.

You open your eyes with a squint, greeted by unexpected natural light flooding your bedroom. Someone must’ve lifted the hologram blinds.

“My apologies, I hadn’t considered the discomfort it would cause you. My Spacer colony uses artificial lightning, though I am becoming rather fond of the natural sun rays here.”

Your android partner is meticulously preparing his outfit for the day. Judging by the stark nakedness and the glistening skin, you suppose he’s had a shower while you were still sleeping. You involuntarily furrow your brows and blush at the sight. He notices your embarrassment.

“A most surprising reaction. You have seen the very same genital organ…”, he says as he quickly checks his wristwatch, “...precisely eight hours and forty-five minutes ago.”

“It’s just…most people get dressed once they start doing other things. I also wear a towel for coverage when I come out of the shower.”

He processes your words.

“Hmmm. Illogical, but it explains your reaction.”

You stand up and stretch with a prolonged yawn. Suddenly, a revelation hits you: your mind flashes with images of the android fondling your body, your ears ring with the shameless moans you’ve let out throughout the night. Your face turns pale.

“Listen, when is your next functional inspection?” you ask, without waiting for the synthetic to answer. “Will they, uh…will they have access to all of your memories?”

You know that the android permanently records all data and saves it into a memory unit. It’s a pointless fear, of course. The Spacers couldn’t care less about irrelevant details. If the intended tasks are fulfilled, what happens on the side is out of their concern. Yet you don’t exactly appreciate the possibility of your personal deeds airing like this, before the eyes of multiple engineers.

“You may rest assured, whatever involves your privacy will not be included in the examination.”

“Do you get to decide what is checked and what isn’t?”

“No, most data is sampled randomly.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Then how-”

“It is not common practice, nor encouraged by our code of ethics. I can, however, choose which information is available to begin with.”

“What? I thought you’re fully controlled by whoever created you. If they so desired, couldn’t they open you up and take whatever they require?”

The robot smiles at your assumption and takes a few steps towards you.

“Once an android model is finished, one can no longer modify the processor. Not without compromising everything else with it. It is not a device to be deconstructed, (Y/N).” He taps his temple, then continues: “I am a biocomputer. While most of my parts are mechanical, my processor is a cortical organoid developed in a laboratory. A human brain, if you will.”

Somehow, the discovery fills you with dread. A living organ, encapsulated within a machine. What does that say about consciousness? About self-awareness? The Spacers didn't just tinker with metal scraps and smart computers. They artificially birthed life.

You were always under the impression that your robot companion is closer to the computer you have on your desk. Billions of lines of code within a black box, which then lead to spontaneous, novel interactions with the outside world. To think that at the very core of his functions lies a clump of living cells...

Perhaps you weren't so different, after all. The line between machines and humans is suddenly blurred.

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luveline · 11 months

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PLS PLS PLS IM ON MY KNEES what about Remus with a sunshine reader? Like she comes around and is just so chatty and energetic and a much needed change of pace for our brooding quiet boy

Remus takes his earphones out the moment he sees you, but that's his secret alone. You barrel through the atrium to drape yourself over Sirius’ shoulder, meeting his smirk with a genuinely ecstatic smile before looking up at the others. “Hello, my favourite boys. Did you get dinner yet?”

“No, babe, we were waiting for you. Sit down,” Sirius says.

You beam and make directly for the chair next to Remus, though you could've sat with Sirius, or a little ways across next to the girls. “Hey,” you say, like he's the only boy you've ever wanted to speak with. James makes a knowing face behind your back. “What are you having?”

“Remus doesn't believe in canteen food,” James says.

“No kidding,” you say, still smiling, not even slightly put off by this nor Remus’ passive expression. It's not that he doesn't like you, the opposite, he just has a headache and he hates uni. You make it easier, a light in the dark. “What's not to like? Three quid for a slice of burnt pizza or five for a bowl of metallicy pasta. You couldn't get it any better.”

“We'll go up to town,” Sirius suggests with a chuckle.

“Let's order a pizza or something, they'll deliver in here, won't they?” James asks.

You focus on Remus. “You don't like anything at all? The curry and chips is nice enough.”

“It's not for me.”

You nod appreciatively and let your tote bag fall from your shoulder into the crook of your arm. You rifle around and pull out a tupperware full of cut fruit, slices of banana, strawberries, blueberries, what looks like circles of pear. “We can eat this.”

Remus could say no. He can't decide what's worse, saying yes or no, that is until you open the lid and put it between you both, offering to Sirius and James as well, and suddenly it isn't awkward at all, just something you've done. The pads of your fingers turn pink with strawberry juice as you tell him, “I was gonna put some tangerine in here but I keep getting super sour ones.”

“They're out of season,” he says, fingers brushing yours as he takes a slice of banana. He swears, it zings.

“I should know that. You know everything.” You leave a little strawberry print on the back of his hand, unnoticed, and he knows he's fucked when he lets it dry there in the shape of your finger.

Somewhere between fruit slices and your chatter your chair grows closer to his, your knee pressed to knee without remorse, your elbow a whisper from his as you lean back in your chair. “So, bad day?” you ask.

“What makes you think that?”

You tap the space between your brows. He registers the gesture, nearly misunderstands, but eventually he relaxes the set of his brow and his tensed jaw. It's actually a relief. He hadn't realised he was doing it.

“There,” you say, still smiling softly. “That's better. You'll get a headache, you know?” You sound genuinely worried. “It's not good to be so tense.”

“Thank you,” he says. James and Sirius order a pizza on speaker across from you both, and, for fear you've missed it, he adds, “Thanks.”

You needle into him with your elbow gently. “You're welcome. You're handsome when you smile.”

“Not like you,” he says, “you're brilliant.”

Your teeth peek out. His chest lifts, you look that happy, and when he smiles back it doesn't feel nearly as taxing as it usually does.

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cat3ch1sm · 1 year

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hii! could i request hcs about illumi's fiancé meeting the zoldycks? something along the lines of her being expected to be the next lady of the house and getting used to the mansion's lifestyle (having butlers, being secluded on a mountain, having the entire family living together)? it would also be nice to see her getting along with the little siblings (killua, kalluto, and alluka)

sorry if i left out any necessary details in this request :(

~✰♡✰♡✰~ hellooo! thanks for ur request :)) haven’t written for hxh in a little while so im happy to write this for you and our favorite bug-eyed assassin :3 if you’re ever unsure about what info to put in a request, just visit the pinned post! ily 💚

fem!reader

𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤𝐬

illumi isn’t close with his family in the same sense that normal people are close with their families, but nonetheless he feels the need to inform them of major developments in his life. through a letter he tells his family of his engagement, and says that he is going to bring you to his home to see them all.

silva is indifferent, and zeno couldn’t care less, but kikyo is ecstatic that her illumi is finally going to marry someone- and that it isn’t that awful clown hisoka. she’d been seriously concerned for a second there. but she rounds up all the members of her family to be present on the day of your arrival (using excessive force because nobody really wanted to come besides alluka, who was only allowed to meet you because killua threatened to not show up unless alluka was permitted as well).

when you and illumi first arrive after the lengthy trip up the mountain, you are greeted by butlers gotoh and canary, whose presence startles you. you were aware of illumi’s great wealth and status, but it was certainly different from how you’d grown up. just getting inside the actual home is a process- illumi’s strength slightly freaking you out when he pushes open four of the doors to the entrance of the mansion without breaking a sweat and then encountering Mike, the Zoldycks’ monstrous dog. illumi does notice your apprehension, though, and plainly assures you that the dog won’t harm anybody it isn’t supposed to. you’re still visibly nervous, though, so illumi has you come closer to him and hold on to his arm. regardless, you realize it may be tougher to settle in than you thought.

at last, though, illumi brings you to his family. nobody reacts much outwardly to your presence, but you notice a white-haired boy with catlike eyes observing you closely, his expression a mixture of suspicion and confusion. standing beside the boy are two other black haired children- one with short black hair standing somberly with his hands folded in front of him, and the other an eager blue-eyed girl whose gaze sparkles as she looks at you. the white haired boy stands right behind the blue-eyed child. the tall, blonde man with a large frame illumi tells you is Silva, his father, and the slightly shorter man with white hair beside him is illumi’s grandfather, zeno.

without warning, you feel thin arms thrown around you in an embrace, and you almost jump out of your skin. but when you are released, you see the woman that can only be your fiancés mother, the only member of the family illumi had warned told you about prior to the visit. kikyo wears a large dress with an ostentatious petticoat and hat, and most notably a visor over where her eyes would be with one red glowing dot. her appearance is unsettling, and you find it a little difficult to force a smile when she greets you. illumi watches you from the side of his eye, his face unreadable.

just as kikyo is pulling away, something gleaming and silver and large is thrown right at your head, whizzing right by kikyo’s hat and slicing off a single hair from the feather on her hat. you don’t hesitate to lift your hand to your face and catch the sword immediately, the blade slicing your hand- but you don’t flinch as the blood seeps onto the blade and down your arm. you tilt your head to the side to see your assailant is silva, his arm still poised in throwing position. his expression grows less stony once he sees you’ve caught his weapon.

there’s a moment of icy silence, you lowering the weapon to your side, and silva watches you even more intently before uttering a flat “welcome to the family.” with that, he and his father turn and disappear elsewhere inside the mansion. kikyo, though, takes this as her cue to immediately grab you so you two can walk by yourselves throughout the mansion. illumi doesn’t look super pleased to see his mother take you, but he knows better than to try and stop her.

you two are navigating the long, hollow corridors of the zoldyck home. you pass many unsettling family pictures and paintings as well as various weapons like swords and arrows on the walls, and several human sculptures that seem a little too realistic. you’re also sure that you pass at least two torture chambers. it’s an eerie atmosphere, which was what you’d expected, but it doesn’t help your nerves.

kikyo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your apprehension, and instead starts talking about how much she’s wanted a daughter and how thrilled she is to finally have a “daughter” to take in. but then she grows eerily serious. she talks about how you’ll be expected to be the next lady of the house and, since you’re becoming a zoldyck, how you’ll have to follow the same codes they do as a family and exhibit the same values- which makes you antsy. the woman clearly seems a bit unhinged. you’re relieved when the walk ends and you’re returned to your fiancé, who gestures for you to take his arm again. illumi’s mother’s mood changes drastically yet again and she storms off, shrieking to her husband that it’s rude for him to walk off after hardly having said anything.

now you and illumi are left with the four other children- the white-haired boy, the girl with long hair, the boy with short hair and purple-pink eyes, and a homely fat boy behind the three younger ones. he holds a small console in front of his face and doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence. illumi introduces them to you.

“y/n, i’d like you to meet my siblings,” illumi states in his usual manner, walking slowly towards them. gesturing to the white-haired boy, he says, “this is my brother, killua. i call him kil.” he looks down at his brother with an eerie smile and black eyes like pits, but killua keeps his stony gaze straight ahead. his hand rests on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

“this is my youngest brother, kalluto,” illumi continues, placing a large hand on top of the boy’s head. his hands remain folded in front of him, and he gives you a polite nod. looking toward the fat boy behind kalluto, his expression slightly curling into one of disdain, illumi tells you, “and this is the second oldest, milluki.” milluki doesn’t acknowledge you at all, which seems to visibly irritate illumi, but he doesn’t reprimand the boy.

you’re confused when illumi doesn’t introduce the girl, and you glance up at him in confusion. “illumi, what about her?” you look down at the girl in front of killua, who looks surprised for a second, and so does killua behind her. “you forgot to tell me her name. she’s a beautiful little girl.” you manage a small smile, leaning down slightly to stroke the girl’s hair. her blue eyes sparkle with joy, and killua looks up at you as well, looking a little confused but also very relieved. “your mother said she had no daughters.”

illumi’s eyes lower ever so slightly, giving him a dismissive look. “she doesn’t,” he answers flatly, and his tone makes you feel like that’s the end of the discussion. you’re definitely lost- but you suppose it’s something illumi will have to fill you in on later. you glance sideways at illumi, hand still resting in the girl’s hair. she definitely doesn’t seem to mind you, and killua appears to have warmed up to you as well. milluki’s vanished elsewhere and kalluto watches the whole exchange from the corner of his eye.

suddenly you all hear kikyo call for illumi, who immediately stands up upon hearing his name. “you will remain here until i return.” he tells you, his tone no-nonsense, and heels clicking he makes his way down the dark hallway, leaving you alone with the kids.

the second illumi is out of earshot, the girl brightens up. “hi!” she chirps, bouncing on her feet excitedly. “my name is alluka!”

you’re slightly startled, but you smile at the girl anyway and tell her hi, still wondering why illumi seems so detached from this girl in particular.

killua seems to read your mind. “i know what you’re thinking,” he tells you, not unkindly. “listen, my family doesn’t like alluka much- and they refer to her with male pronouns. just go along with it in front of them. it’s safer for you.” he pauses, then looks down. “but thanks for being nice to her.”

you frown and nod, deciding not to ask any more questions about it. kalluto still hasn’t said anything, but somehow you don’t feel like this boy will be anything to worry about.

with alluka and killua having warmed up to you, you get into a conversation, and kalluto eventually offers a few words after awhile- although never acknowledging alluka directly. most of it is basically killua wondering how the hell you managed to get engaged to someone like illumi.

“No way he didn’t force you to go out with him.”

“What the hell do you even see in that guy? He’s batshit crazy- and he’s definitely not a model.”

“How’d he propose? Did he try to kill you and you survived?”

“‘Man, you really gotta be messed up for Illumi to like you.”

“What even made him wanna get married to you? What even made you wanna get married to him?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“And you said yes? You’re crazy!”

that’s all i got :3 hope u enjoyed <33

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luv4fushi · 9 months

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omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldn’t get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh 🥹 tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well

tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!

this december

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.

content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isn’t the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry

word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)

click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!

it’s december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. you’re less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. you’re not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because you’ve just recovered from a previous mission.

“why me?” you groan.

gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. you’re old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, you’ve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesn’t mind the bite.

“sorry, kid,” satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. “the higher ups requested for you specifically. they say you’ll get the job done in the cleanest way. we can’t have things getting messy before the holidays, right?”

“and you wouldn’t be the best choice?” you quip.

satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, he’ll always be your mentor. “hey, i’m going out of town that weekend. give me a break.”

you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. you’re not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoru’s wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes it’s hard to feel otherwise). hell, there’s the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.

“why couldn’t they just make yuta or megumi go?” you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumi’s name and hope satoru doesn’t catch on to the way you can barely say it.

satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldn’t he? he’s basically megumi’s dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoru’s six eyes mean you can’t hide anything from him (he’d been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).

satoru raises a brow. “oh, right. megumi’s coming along too.”

your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. “you’re lying.”

“i wish,” he jokes. “i was really hoping i’d get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i can’t believe you two broke up. maybe this’ll be a good thing!”

“i appreciate your honesty, but—”

“but megumi’s an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,” satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.

“please, gojo,” you call out after him, “i don’t wanna go with him.”

“sucks for you,” satoru responds halfheartedly. “merry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. you’ll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.”

“gojo!” you whine.

“it’s not a hard mission!” satoru insists like it’ll make your life any easier. “y’know, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!”

and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he can’t).

so that’s why you’re here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. you’re so glad that it’s a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what you’d do if you had checked into a love hotel.

megumi hasn’t spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of you—the one you’re still recovering from. he’d pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.

“i think we should break up.”

and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasn’t your fault—it was his. how cliche.

now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two aren’t confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.

“need help?” his tone is soft, tender—the tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.

you stare down at the luggage at your feet. you’ve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isn’t obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when it’s megumi.

“i’m okay,” you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.

the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps his’ll be a good way to get closure, though you’re not really sure what closure entails.

what you don’t expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.

if satoru gojo didn’t have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasn’t the strongest sorcerer alive), you would’ve wrung out his neck.

megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesn’t comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.

you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumi’s arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.

it’s a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one he’s claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that you’re not standing in the middle of the doorway.

you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. it’s stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. he’s just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something you’ll have to learn how to lose.

“thanks,” you manage to mutter. you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that you’ll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.

“i can take the couch,” megumi says.

it’s that easy with him; he’s a gentleman, so of course he’d take the couch. that’s the way megumi fushiguro is—he offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.

“no, don’t bother,” you croak. “i’ll book another room.”

“really?” he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “i mean, i don’t mind sharing a room with you… we’ve..”

we’ve shared a room countless of times before.

megumi doesn’t have to continue his sentence for you to understand what he’s implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. there’s no use arguing about it, not when you don't’ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.

“we’ve broken up,” you remind him in a quiet voice, like you’re afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.

megumi pauses. you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “i know that, but … it’ll be fine. we’ve shared a room as friends before.”

he’s right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagers—back when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didn’t notice.

“right,” you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.

“you should go get ready for bed.” megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. “we’ll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.”

to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.

and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. it’s december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and you’re in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.

december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. they’re piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.

“good morning,” he says. “your alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.”

you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. “oh.”

he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.

by the time you’re finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.

you furrow your brows. you can’t help but think that he’s being a little cold to you. it isn’t like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldn’t want to be sweet around you; you two aren’t dating anymore and so it makes sense that he’d go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons you’re less than willing to uncover.

your mission is a vague one; all you know is that it’s a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, it’s been given to you and megumi this year. megumi could’ve probably handled it himself. actually, you could’ve handled it yourself.

you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you don’t want to walk next to him?

“it’s all just bars,” you mutter.

with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. “well, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.”

you pale. “this sucks.”

“why do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?” he says, his tone strangely light.

“to deal with the brunt of the mission,” you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. you’re unsure as to what he’s talking about, so you think that it’s okay to give him a little bit of attitude.

he raises his brow but doesn’t comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, “no, stupid. it’s because this is the red-light district. it’s unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.”

your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think i’m pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, “i’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“i never said you weren’t,” megumi shoots back. “it would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.”

“i’m sure they’d understand,” you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.

“don’t be so pouty,” he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when you’re acting bratty.

you both decide to split up. well, it’s more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that it’ll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?

there’s about two curses you cross paths with every hour. you’re starting to lose your mind. shouldn’t the streets be infested with them? you don’t even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.

that’s when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldn’t jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.

so why on earth are you here? it’s not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. you’re both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldn’t send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless they’re planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo should’ve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unless…he wants you two dead…?

you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that you’ve been out here for longer than you expected. you’re starting to feel a chill in your bones—you had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; “it’s gonna get in the way!”

you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. it’s stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isn’t a square foot of anything that isn’t lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.

it’s lonely, you realize. it would’ve been less lonely with megumi.

you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though there’s really nothing much to see. he doesn’t return to the hotel room until late at night.

when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you don’t push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think it’ll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.

“g’night,” megumi mumbles in his sleep.

you smile and nuzzle closer.

it’s december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.

to no one’s surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when you’re finally back in the red-light district. you’re doing the last bit of cleanup, but there’s really nothing much for you to clean.

tomorrow, you’ll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.

it’s nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that you’ve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. you’ve been done for quite a while now, but you just haven’t found the courage to let megumi know that you’re ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldn’t hurt, right?

“hi, pretty.” a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.

you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you should’ve felt his presence coming from a mile away. it’s a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.

“hi,” you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.

the man isn’t as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so it’s kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. he’s got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.

“why’s someone like you alone?” he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.

you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.

“don’t touch my wife.”

the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusion—megumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry you’ve seen him in a while. and ‘wife’? what’s up with that?

“oh, my bad,” the man chuckles. “didn’t know this pretty thing was married.”

“this ‘pretty thing’ wants you to let her go,” you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, “right now.”

the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.

“wife?” you scowl. “we’re broken up.”

“guys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. it’s the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.”

you glare at him. “and how would you know? you come here often with girls?”

“...no?” he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. “i sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest way—”

“we aren’t, though. we’re not even in a relationship.” you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you can’t help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.

“i was trying to help you.” he’s calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. “let’s go home.”

“i don’t want to,” you argue.

“stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words. “you’re cold and you’ve been out here all day. if i hadn’t stopped those guys, you probably would’ve beat them up pretty badly.”

“i’m not a fucking brat!” you try to retract your hand, but megumi’s grip only tightens.

“baby, stop,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. “why are you so worked up, hm?”

from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.

you don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadn’t been, you would’ve thrown a punch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “it’s all my fault.”

“it is,” you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions you’ve been holding back bubble up to the surface.

“don’t be upset,” he almost pleads. “let’s go back, okay?”

the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two don’t talk about the usage of pet names, either.

when you open your eyes on december 22nd, you’re surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyance—he’s always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where you’re supposed to be headed, so you suppose that it’s for the best that he’d left before you.

the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is fresh—it must’ve snowed late last night after you’d fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. you’re not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.

there’s nothing to do anyway.

you’ve killed about 3 curses total and it’s really starting to look like you’ve been sent out here for busy work. you really should’ve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.

you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumi’s wrist. it’s one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. there’s a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. it’s pretty, you have to admit.

without much thought, you buy the gift.

the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you don’t answer her question. “um, would you like this to be wrapped?”

you nod absentmindedly. “oh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.”

she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isn’t a christmas gift and instead, it’s for someone’s birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.

you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you don’t mind—the bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? it’s not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.

reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?

you’re thankful that megumi hasn’t arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you can’t blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.

you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe that’ll wake you up enough to clear your mind. you’ve acted out once during this trip already and you’re not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.

you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.

he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. it’s so subtle that you would’ve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.

“is this for me?”

“no,” you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, “um, i mean.. yeah. i-i didn’t… i… happy birthday.”

he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. “you remembered?”

“why wouldn’t i?” you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.

“i dunno.” his voice is distant and low, like he’s trying to hold back his tears. “i just…i didn’t think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.”

you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “yeah, well…”

“can you help me put it on?” he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.

you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldn’t do that. it’s far too intimate and you two are broken up. you’ve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.

he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.

“thank you,” he whispers.

december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps he’d beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, he’d give you his real reason as to why he doesn’t want you anymore.

“i don’t think we need to go anymore,” megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.

“huh? why not?”

“there’s nothing out there.” megumi’s voice is flat.

“i know, but we’ll get in trouble if we…”

“gojo probably sent us out here for fun.”

your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.

“don’t you think so too?” he asks, but you know it isn’t a question he’s looking to find an answer to. “why would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission would’ve been deadlier. instead, we’re playing cleanup crew.”

“yeah, but..” you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. “if we go back now, we’ll get chewed out.”

“it’s just a scolding. you’ll be fine.” megumi stands up and stretches his arms.

you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesn’t say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.

“...are we leaving, then?” you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.

he pauses slightly. “do you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. there’s no point.”

why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? it’s as if you two hadn’t shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that he’s cleared his mind with a good rest?

your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesn’t seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so … unpleasant?

you feel a lump in your throat. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that you’ve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.

“do you still care about me?” you whisper instead.

he stills completely. “what?”

“this entire time,” you begin shakily, “you’ve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. you’re always hovering over me even though you pretend you aren’t! you obviously still care, megumi.”

his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.

“i do care,” he admits sorely.

“then why did you break up with me?” you blurt. there it is, the question you’ve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.

“because…” megumi winces as if he’s the one getting hurt from the ordeal. “because you deserve someone that’s normal. someone that isn’t a sorcerer. i can’t give you that life.”

you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something you’ve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.

“why the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?” you snap. your hands clench at your sides.

“it’s too early for this,” he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.

“tell me, megumi. if that’s the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.” your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob that’s threatening to explode from your throat.

he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you can’t fight him, anyway.

“you…once said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldn’t be that for you,” he confesses lowly. “i knew that you’d never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your sa–”

“are you kidding me?” you shout incredulously. “i said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!”

he flinches against you. “but i…”

“you and your damn savior complex! i don’t need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i don’t need any of that, megumi! i’m a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, it’s even better that i’m with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! you’re always ruining the good things in your life because you—”

he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that it’s working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.

you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.

“baby, wait.” his chest heaves as he looks down at you. “don’t…don’t do this to me.”

“do what?” you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?

“w-we gotta report back to—”

“we’re supposed to leave tomorrow,” you interrupt.

the gears shift in his head. “fine, but—”

“i’m still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,” you whine impatiently.

all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.

it’s december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoru’s office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.

“... i wanted a wedding invitation.” satoru shrugs.

“you set us up!” you whine angrily. “gojo, are you serious?! isn’t this a little immature?”

megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoru’s desk very interesting. he’s never noticed that they’re all nearly dead! how cool.

your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.

"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.

satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. “you two can’t blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?”

“but did you have to make us look like fools out there?” you groan.

“you should’ve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!” satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.

“but still!” you’re borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. “we would’ve figured ourselves out sooner or later!”

megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if he’s embarrassed out of his mind.

“oh really?” satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm. “you guys should be thanking me—”

“you’re so not getting an invitation to our wedding!” you grumble.

“wha—hey! i’m the one that got you two back together! besides, i’m megumi’s guardian! you can’t just not invite me.”

“watch me!”

“megumi, tell her that she can’t do that—hey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascals—why are you guys leaving? we aren’t done discussing this! megumi, don’t you dare take her side! she isn’t even your wife yet—don’t slam my door!”

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk megumi #megumi fluff #not my best work tbh

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stunie · 3 months

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Zevie it is I, the maid cafe anon once again coming to you to request more cute(or lewd, it’s your choice like fr) maid cafe content.

Maybe they show up when it’s like a day for a different costume(OH MY GOD A PLAYBOY BUNNY OUTFIT DAY??? A CUTSIE ANIMAL ONESIE DAY??? CHEONGSAM DAY??? MAGICAL GIRL DAY???????) or literally ANYTHING, whatever inspires you.

The only characters I’ll specifically ask for are kiryu, suo, and Kaji if possible!!!!!

ANYWAYS REMEMBER TO TAKE IT EASY AND HAVE A SNACK AND REST MWAH MWAH -🐌

WELCOMMEEE !! u r now snail anon and no longer maid cafe anon !! i hope u and the others r comfy here ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১ <3 i made this sfw <: also pls im gonna share my snack with you (it’s a mango roll cake!)

hayato suo, kiryu mitsuki, & kaji ren x maid cafe!f!reader

sfw. ft. costumes (animal onesies), you call them ‘master’

HAYATO SUO gives you an all-too-warm smile when you’re shyly handing him a menu, tensing when his fingers briefly brush over the paws of your onesie.

“a kitten? how cute,” he teases, hand coming to cheerfully rub at the top of your head. it was only your second week since you’ve started your job here, and yet he’s made it very clear that he’d be paying you a visit every single shift.

a part of you wishes he had never found your cafe’s instagram, where they uploaded each week’s theme on sundays without fail. you can only imagine how ecstatic suo must’ve been when he saw what was scheduled for today— because he was stepping through the door only fifteen minutes into the start of your shift.

“c-can i get you anything else, master..?” you stammer, eyebrows deeply furrowed in embarrassment as you hug the extra menus to your chest. he’s only chuckling at your nerves, back of his hand coming to mask his laugh as you give him your best attempt at a glare. “you’re not supposed to laugh,” you whisper through your teeth, “stop being like that..!”

“oh, sorry,” your shoulders relax a bit when his laughter dies down, and he’s smiling back at you all over again. “then i’ll just have you stay beside me until i’m done with my tea. that won’t be a problem, right?”

KIRYU MITSUKI’s mouth parts open in surprise when you come to serve him his food, cute little bear ears sticking out from the hood as you set down his plate in front of him.

“this is your omelette, master!”

“oh, thank you,” his voice comes out soft, but he’s tugging you by the little bear tail at the back of your outfit as soon as you turn to check on your next table, “but don’t leave just yet.”

your head turns back, gaze shifting back and forth between his hand and his face. “..is something wrong?”

he doesn’t respond.

you sigh when he still doesn’t let go of your tail, not even looking at you as his free hand comes to click at his screen. “wait just a couple more seconds…” he says, scrolling through his apps. “ah..! here it is. okay~”

some of the other visitors are turning their heads to look at you as soon as they hear his chair abruptly scooting backwards, body leaning back a bit to angle his phone’s camera towards you with a content hum.

“k-kiryu!” you huff under your breath when you realize exactly what he’s doing, “that’s so embarrassing..!”

he only chuckles in response. “but you look so cute,” he coos, “smile nice and big for me, okay?”

KAJI REN’s lollipop falls out of his mouth as soon as he sees you dressed up in a bunny onesie, one ear flopping over your face when you do a little bow to greet him and the two standing behind him.

“oh, it’s kaji’s girl working today! what a nice surprise, huh kaji?” you hear enomoto’s voice loud and clear, followed by a loud ‘tch’ from your boyfriend.

those two— enomoto and kusumi— didn’t say a single word about this. he was wondering just exactly what they were snickering about so loudly earlier before they were suddenly at his side to ask if they could stop by your cafe before heading home.

something about a deal on coffee? he can’t believe he actually fell for that.

“oh, kaji!” you gleam, lips tugging into a huge smile. “oops— i meant master. your table is over here. follow me.”

he’s clenching his jaw in place of his lollipop, eyes narrowed into a deep scowl in his attempt to dissipate the blush rising to his cheeks. you looked cute, big ears flopping up and down with each step you take, and you’re practically drowning in the excess fabric.

did they not have your size?

“oh,” enomoto interrupts his train of thought, and he turns to see him and kusumi are suddenly checking their phones, the weather app- specifically. “we gotta leave, actually. we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

and they’re gone just like that.

#🦢— mail !#🤍 from: 🐌 !#hayato suo x reader #kiryu mitsuki x reader #kaji ren x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker fluff #eviewrites

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horrorsix · 3 months

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what headcanons do you have for iphigenia and dennis’s friendship?

omg a The Weirdos TM ask???

- they've been friends since forever (grew up in a similar circle), but only became BEST friends when they both got kicked out of their respective groups, genie from the popular capitol girl group (vip, livia, arachne, pippa) and dennis from a group that included hilarius, pup, festus, coriolanus and felix (i suppose that could be considered the popular group too??)

- this is around when they're like 12/13

- and they become proper friends bc they don't have anybody else to sit with, so (almost reluctantly) they decide to sit together (they're still really bitter about being kicked out of their groups)

- they start talking and bond VERY quickly because they both have artistic hobbies. (dennis is a photographer and genie makes jewelry).

- theyre both members of similar subcultures in panem (alternative fashion!)

- they also have similar media interests, old poetry which is just walt whitman and edgar allen poe, niche horror movies (don't tell me that panem doesn't have movies, they do!!), and they understand random references to the media they like that literally nobody else does.

- theyr also both very much queer (genie is under the enby umbrella and she's a lesbian and dennis is gay and in denial)

- after they become BEST best friends people start dubbing them The Weirdos and it totally sticks

- they use the name to refer to themselves and theyr probably the reason it sticks tbh

- genie calls dennis "diva" (ik damn well i said this in a panlo and sheaf post too, but i js find diva so funny) and dennis just calls her genie (he made that nickname).

- they go on all sorts of adventures tg

- they have a "detectives club" which is open to anyone (literally nobody other than them shows up) that's just them being nosy about other ppls drama

- diana ring shows up one time and they have a blast

- i imagine them to also be decent friends with the ring twins because of their similar sense of humor

- dennis is the only person genie has ever told about her father's abuse and their eating disorder, and he's very protective of her from her father, he always knows when somethings up with them

- and in turn dennis confides in genie about his own family problems (his brother is an ASSHOLE!!)

tl;dr they're weird kids who became ride or die within like a few weeks and never looked back since.

#bel answers stuff #im still ecstatic over this actually #The Weirdos TM #iphigenia moss #dennis fling #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #backpacks asks!

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skywalkershootme · 6 months

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Whip Cream A.S

!anakinskywalker x afab!reader WC: 1623 (not proofread)

MDNI! SMUT BELOW THE CUT! WARNINGS: foodplay, p in v sex, brief oral (f receiving), handjob, tit play, tit sucking/licking, this is really gross, food play again (please take this seriously.) praising, degrading (brief use of slut), sex in the kitchen, finger sucking, kissing, creampie

if theres more warnings please let me know!

“Dinner was great honey” you said ecstatically as you watched him do the dishes. You motioned to him “Let me help?” Anakin slowly shook his head no, with a huge smile on his face. “What makes you think you can help? You do so much already…” His voice was husky as he finished the sentence, planting a kiss on your cheek. Opening the fridge, you grab the whip cream and spray a little in your mouth, catching Anakin's attention. He turns to see you shaking the whip cream above your mouth, shaking it, and letting the cream fall into your mouth. Many… many inappropriate images filled his head. “Do you want some?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance, just to see you running up to him as he closes the dishwasher. There was still white on your lip.. Driving him insane, and of course.. Making him insanely hard. “Uh.. Im- im alright” he chokes out, becoming a stuttering mess quickly. “What's wrong anakin?” you ask, like he didn't just see you practically give a blowjob to a whip cream can. Of course, you didn't actually but his mind just sees that. And before you could process it, Anakin was ripping your clothes off, pulling your tank top off. “What are you doing? Anakin?” You manage to choke out, as he starts to devour you in kisses. His lips were engulfing yours, and he slid his tongue in, tasting the whip cream in your mouth. It was dirty, sloppy… it was almost like he was trying to eat you whole. “Mmhnph” He moans into the kiss, stopping to grab your hips as you break the kiss. A long piece of saliva connects you two together by the mouth, his spit dripping from his chin “Shut up, get on the counter.” It wasn't even an ask, it was a demand.. You could see his lust blown pupils staring at your face, and your tits. He helps you hop up on the counter, and massages your breasts as you throw your head back.

“Yeah? You fuckin like that right? Could tell they were sensitive today, you were practically quivering when you got dressed this morning.” Those damn words sent heat straight to your core. Yeah, you were sensitive, but how the fuck did he figure that out? Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as he unclipped your bra and threw it off, hitting the kitchen floor. But right before you could protest to be gentle because it's very delicate, he attached his lips to your nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nibbled on it. You squirm against the counter, rocking your hips against it so you can cause friction to your clit in your panties.

You let him suckle on your nipple, letting out loud moans as you grab his curls. He pulled back and grabbed and groped them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, making you throw your head back. “Fuck.. you look so fuckin pretty like this. Look at that, your pretty little collar bone is sticking out… makes me want to lick it.” Letting out a gasp at his dirty words, you lift your head up, only to drop it back again instantly when he pinches them hard. “Lay down baby. I have something that I know we will both enjoy.” You do as he says, laying back on the counter, the cold granite making you shiver. If you didn't already have goosebumps before, now you definitely do. Anakin grabs something that you can't really see, until it's hovering above your face. The whipped cream can from earlier. He sprays it all across your tits, letting a moan out at the sight. “Fuck…. You look so good like this. It would look better if it was my cum.” You moan at his words, and how he spreads the whip cream over your tits with his hands, perking up your nipples. He shoved his whip cream covered fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He demands, and you follow. You lick and suck on his fingers, while he looks at you in the eye, letting out a grunt” “Fuck… this is so fucking hot. I can't believe I didn't do this before.” He keeps his fingers in your mouth, and slowly leans down, licking across your sternum at the whip cream that had dripped down.

He left messy, gross kisses across your chest, before slurping at your nipples, and licking tem, lapping up all the whip cream he had spread around. Your moans are muffled as your mouth is filled with his fingers, making you gag a little. Of course, he shows no mercy and keeps them in your mouth. “Come on baby… be a good girl for me and let me lick up the mess I made. Can you do that for me? Please? I know you can make me a doll.” He starts licking across your areolas, licking up all the whip cream, leaving them just on your nipples. He goes down and sucks one of them, then flattens his tongue and rubs it against it. You were whining against his fingers, making him ridiculously hard. He slowly pulls off your pants and panties in one quick motion as he sucks on your tits. Once he detaches, he goes down and spreads your legs, looking at the soaked mess you made for him. If he couldn't get any nastier, he then dipped his head between your legs, smelling your pussy slick with your sweet arousal. “Fuck, you smell so fucking great.” He murmurs this, before dipping his tongue between your slit and licking up and down, trying to collect all of your wetness that leaked out. You squirm against the cold counter and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth as he watches the saliva drip, and wipe his hand across your tits. “Mmmm, are you ready baby? Are you ready for this cock? I don't think so….” He was cruel with his teasing. You needed him to stuff you, so, so bad. “Anakin please!” You whine, blabbers and begs spilling out of your mouth. He slowly pulled down his pants to free his cock, and fisted it in front of you proudly, precum leaking and dripping down his cock. “You want this baby? You sure? Can you handle it baby? Did I get you wet enough?”

This isn't fair. You teased him back by tracing your finger along his dick, collecting his precum and licking it off of your fingers, while keeping eye contact. He lets out a moan at the sight, then stands between your legs. “You are such a slut.. Do you know what little sluts get? I bet you do.” He lines his cock up and slowly pushes himself in, stretching your walls perfectly. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, only to feel cold whip cream hitting your tongue as he sprays it in. He starts slowly moving himself back and fourth inside of you, stretching you and getting you wet enough to be able to fuck you comfortably. “Don't eat it. Stay like that, with your mouth open. Good girl.” His praises made you clench around him, making him spank you.

Cold whip cream sprays all over your chest and stomach, making you clench as it touches your nipples. He was wasting so much.. But could you really complain when he is fucking you on the counter? He pulls you closer to him on the counter, spearing you on his cock, making you take it down to the base. You let out small moans with a mouth full of whip cream. Anakin then leans over and is on top of you fully, chest to chest, covered in whip cream. He started thrusting into you, causing a slippery mess between you two as your bodies rode against each other, smearing the whip cream across your chests. Connecting your mouths in a kiss, he tongues the whip cream out of your mouth into his, licking the inside of your mouth, he is eating it out of yours. You two sloppily french kiss as he fucks you, his dick hitting the spots that made you incredibly wet, and making that coil in your belly tighten. Your eyes open and widen, as you moan against his mouth, pulling his head away from yours. “Fuck! Anakin… you are gonna make me cum!” You look down where your bodies connected, seeing a gigantic mess of whip cream rubbed into your skin, and then his cock making a little home in your cunt. Anakin's head leans down after staring at the point where you two joined. “You love looking at that baby dont you? You like seeing my cock digging into you? Hitting all those good spots? I know baby, I know.” You let out small, long moans as you tighten around him, making his pace speed up.

“Ugh.. You close baby? I can feel it… you’re gonna milk me if you keep it up.. Fuck!” Anakin exclaimed. His dick hit all of your good spots, massaging you deeply inside. With a long moan your legs shake, and your release pours out of you, all across his cock and leaking down onto the counter. Anakin fucks you deeply through the release, chasing his own climax. “Ahhh~ You ready baby? Ready for me to fill you up? I have a lot for you.. Here it comes”

Anakin lets out grunts as you feel his hot seed spill inside of you, covering his cock as he fucks himself through it. You two lay on each other for a while, moaning and recovering from your high. Anakin slowly pulls out of you and sees his cum spill out… now creating two creamy messes.

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #skywalkershootme #anakinscrybaby #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin x you

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fyodior · 3 months

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Flora I'm trying to stop sending you so many asks because I don't wanna stress you out with too many, but you always say the right things to make my head spin!!

Cat hybrid Chuuya as a pet to you when you already have a partner? Oh, he'd feel so possessive of you! He was your pet before you moved in with your current partner, he had you before! He hated the fact that he had to move home with you, hated leaving his territory to come somewhere knew, scratching the sofas and wallpaper, chewing on cushions, ignoring your partner's attempts to placate him, only ever listening to you. Of course he settles in eventually, but he still gets so possessive of you, insisting on sleeping in the same bed as you, always scratching the door whenever he gets kicked out. It was hard to get any alone time with your partner, but there are some nights where he goes out to hunt and leaves his prizes by the front door for you, and those are the times where you're able to just be with your partner.

Needless to say, Chuuya has very mixed feelings when he finds out you're pregnant. He's even more desperate to protect you, more and more little birds and bunnies appearing on the doorstep because he wants to make sure that you're never hungry and always feel safe too, but there are also times when he ignores the baby bump completely, rubbing his body all over your legs to get attention because he doesn't want to feel like he's being replaced! Other times, he'll just sit there for hours and stare at the bump with fascination. He doesn't mind your partner, but he's always so suspicious of him, always has to make sure he's not a threat before letting him near you. Your safety is his priority after all! He just wants to be near you at all times, growling threateningly whenever he hears anyone knock on the door, ears always perking up at every small noise, has to go and check it before you can, he can't risk you getting hurt, he's a loyal pet!

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never apologize for being chatty!!! i will never be upset about it!! as long as you know i might not get to every ask super fast im more than happy for you to hop in with all your wonderful thoughts!!

oh... trying to move in with a partner when you already have cat!chuuya would be nothing short of a living NIGHTMARE. chuuya would be so so resistant, so angry and wouldn't speak to you for days when you first broke the news. you get into a massive fight too, and you tell him he can either come with you or go back to the animal shelter, and it ends with him crying in your lap apologetically as he nurses on your tits. of course, chuuya will follow you to the ends of the earth - he just might not always be ecstatic about the location. leaving his home, his territory, to somewhere completely foreign was really really hard, and he didn't adjust well. i love the idea of him scratching furniture and chewing on things out of frustration and retaliation, and your partner trying so desperately to calm him down or get him to quit, but you're the only one who can. its a ROUGH first few weeks - so many pillows get torn to shreds, there's bite marks in everything, and walls are covered in scratch marks. a feat, considering you keep up pretty well with cutting his nails (something else he hates).

one of the concessions made for chuuya was that when you first moved in, you'd have separate beds at first so that chuuya could sleep with you for a bit, to help him get acclimated. lowkey, your partner doesn't love how attached you and chuuya are to each other, but they know voicing that would result in losing you, so they mostly keep their mouth shut. so they go along with it, allowing chuuya to curl at your feet or by your side at night, as it means they get to spend the day with you. and exactly like you said, the nights where chuuya wants to be alone and just goes out to hunt is when you can actually spend some alone time with your partner and sleep in the same bed.

chuuya definitely has very mixed feelings when you get pregnant with someone elses baby. he's not stupid, he knows that means you guys have been having sex (something you will kick him out of the bedroom for) and you got knocked up, and that frustrates him. he really, really wishes he was the one who got you pregnant. so honestly, he just pretends its his kid - thats the way he acts, anyway. like you said, he's so crazy protective and over the top, never leaving your side and acting as your greatest protector. he's fascinated by your baby pump, constantly pawing at it and kneading it between his hands - even a little too hard sometimes - because its just so interesting to him. he thinks you look so gorgeous too. his need to hunt and provide for you kicks into overdrive, and like you said, the amount of dead animals appearing at your doorstep has increased tenfold. at least his increased hunting excursions means you have more alone time with your partner. when he hears from you just how demanding a baby can be, chuuya definitely gets frustrated and anxious - he's your baby, and he's so scared you won't pay any attention to him anymore, but you assure him that of course you will. UGH again i just love the idea of him being so protective and growling at everything, following you around and never leaving your side. he's so sad its not his kittens inside you though :(

#queued!#❄️ anon #cw hybrids #cw pregnancy #voices in my head #{ musings; chuuya }#chuuya x reader #chuuya smut

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torasplanet · 9 months

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❝𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔𝘿𝘼𝘿.ᐟ❞

BABYDAD!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; dabi doesn't believe your son is his so he make sures the next one is.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, toxic babydad!dabi, reader is kinda toxic too, cheating (both sides), exes with benefits, implied relations between hawks and reader, dabi fucking ur sister, unprotected, degradation, choking, floor sex, no quirk au, arguing, deadbeat!dabi, p in v, fingering, brief mention of todoroki family, hawks being a fake ass homie, breeding, mentions of pregnancy obvi, im ready to be a single mother core, mean!dabi, skin color not mentioned

“It’s not fucking babysitting, it’s called being a father you piece of shit.” You said harshly glaring down at Dabi who sat on his peeling leather couch man-spreading just staring up at you without a care in his piercing blue eyes.

You were standing in front of him yelling at him for not wanting to watch your son, Kaede, and calling it a bother and all he was doing was looking at how good your ass looked in those pajama pants of yours.

Dabi being a deadbeat wasn’t surprising to anyone but you and the only reason that was surprising was that when you were pregnant, he was ecstatic to have a son, his own little mini him. He was practically begging you to be able to name the baby the moment he found out you two were having a kid and when Kaede was born, you barely got to hold him afterward because Dabi didn’t want to let go.

A complete 360 from how he was now two years later. Not wanting to watch the little boy who was a direct copy of him, he’d talk to him and call but watching? Hell no. And don’t you dare even ask him to buy Kaede something other than some McDonalds or a pair of shoes every two months because he’ll just laugh right in your face “I thought you said I wasn’t the father though?” The white-haired male asked with a smirk on his face as he brought his hands to his lap and leaned forward getting closer to you who seemed shocked by his statement.

You didn’t even know he remembered that shit. It was just something you said during an argument which of course led to another argument and that was a while ago when you two were together, nine months ago. You didn’t expect him to actually take that shit seriously especially when Kaede looked just like him, the only difference was his hair wasn’t white and instead it was black. Plus whenever you and him argued, you both lied constantly just to piss the other one off.

“He looks just like you, are you stupid!?” You shouted at him earning a groan from his lips as he rolled his head in a circle cracking his bones and stretching his muscles already tired from your yelling “Are you?” He replied tiredly as he raised an eyebrow at you with his smile wiped clean from his face.

You didn’t respond and kept quiet just staring at him wondering what he was trying to say “You’re a fucking slut and everyone knows it so if you expect me to believe that shit, you must be.” Dabi said with a groan as he stood up from his place on the couch now towering over you. The turquoise color of his eyes was still focused on your face as they narrowed angrily.

Dabi slowly walked closer to you making you take a step back with every step he took forward until your back was pressed against a wall and he was standing extremely close to you continuously staring at you “Don’t call me that you fucking manwhore.” You spat glaring at him not letting him think that he was going to win this argument. He had no right to call you a slut.

He was a manwhore and since the day you two broke up, he’s had a new bitch on his arm practically every week, and don’t even get me started on all the freaky shit he recommended you two try during sex like threesomes and shit. Dabi would call you a slut for enjoying threesomes that he insisted upon. A fucking hypocrite.

His head tilted sideways slightly as his gaze relaxed “Why? That’s what you are, aren’t you?” Dabi wasn’t even bothered by you calling him a manwhore, he’s been called worse by you many times before “That’s why Kaede's always at my mom's right? Because you’re too busy getting gangbanged on camera moaning like a slut?” He continued practically spitting in your face as he got closer to you looking at you like you were nothing but scum on the bottom of his boot.

That was oddly specific of him. I mean you weren’t getting gangbanged or anything like that but Jesus, he was kinda right. Sometimes you’d let Rei or any of his siblings look after Kaede when they wanted to and take the free time to go clubbing with your friends and maybe bring some guy back to your place. In fact, that’s where Kaede was right now.

Shoto and Rei were looking after him today and you decided that you were done with basically being a single mom with only the help of his family and were going to confront Dabi despite all your previous attempts always ending in a shouting match until you left or he kissed you. “No, I’m not.” You stood your ground as you continued to gaze up at him cruelly.

“He’s yours. Who the fuck else’s would he be?” Dabi kept staring at you but his expression contorted into one of amusement and a grin formed on his face. His hand crawled up your body before resting around your throat wrapping his fingers around your neck, he wasn’t squeezing, not yet. They were just resting there but you already knew where this was heading.

Dabi let out a couple of laughs as he blinked finally “I don’t know you tell me. Maybe Tomura’s, maybe Natsuo’s or maybe fucking hawks’.” He stated with his voice darkening with the mention of his best friend and your heart dropped.

Keigo wasn’t the father of Kaede but the way Dabi said his name scared you and when he started squeezing your neck, that made you even more scared “The fuck are you talking about?” You asked with your hand going to his wrist to gain at least some control of the situation but you really weren’t. Nothing was going to give you the control you previously had.

Play dumb. It was a plan that was not full-proof whatsoever and would most likely make Dabi more mad than he was but it was the only thing you could do. You weren’t admitting to him that you knew what he was talking about. You’d never admit anything to this piece of shit. Even if it was 100% your fault that this was happening.

Maybe if you never yelled at him during an argument telling him that you fucked Keigo then he wouldn’t think that the bird boy was actually the father of Kaede but you couldn’t tell if Dabi actually believed that or not. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t but if he didn’t then he was just saying it to mess with you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t fuck him, I know you did,” Dabi said as he kept smiling at you with malicious intent behind it. It was so fucking hot. His smile was always the one thing you adored about Dabi from the start of the relationship and even at the end. Your thighs then began to rub against each other searching for some sort of friction as you felt your panties dampen at the sight of him.

Despite your filthy actions below that he hadn’t noticed yet, you kept your poker face and looked at him like he was crazy “I was fucking lying. To piss you off and clearly it worked.” An identical smile grew on your lips after your words when you saw Dabi’s expression falter under your statement but it dropped when his smile only widened and turned into an open-mouthed one.

“That’s not what he said…It’s not what I heard either.” What the fuck was he talking about? Heard what? You never knew he ever listened to a thing you told him in the first place so what was so important that he actually listened for once “I heard you moaning his name like a damn prostitute. ‘Ugh, Kei! More, more more!’.” You grew embarrassed as he mocked your moans right to your face clearly not giving a shit about your feelings or anything else of that matter relating to how you felt.

You weren’t just embarrassed either. You were fucking horrified because you knew exactly what he was talking about too.

You did fuck Keigo. It was a while ago, after your son was born but you still did it and during that action, he pulled out his phone and started to record. You made him promise he wouldn’t send that shit to anyone especially not Dabi and he didn’t because Dabi never said anything about it when you two were together, when you two broke up or after but now he was…Did Keigo show him? Fuck he must have.

Guess he thought that now you weren’t with Dabi anymore and that he was free to send whatever videos he took of you and him together. You still didn’t feel bad now that Dabi knew you were telling the truth though. He’s cheated on you before too so it was only fair you get back at him for that.

Dabi laughed at your horrified expression and wide eyes “Yeah you know what I’m talking about, don’t you? I know you remember that video.” He said with his hold on your neck tightening nearly cutting off your air supply and yet you were still rubbing your thighs looking for any sense of friction or pleasure you could get. Dabi catching you red-handed and laughing in your face about it only made you more soaked. You were a slut, you’d admit that but only for him.

“You’re crazy. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered. Continuing your ‘play dumb’ plan was still not a good idea, it might’ve been an even worse idea now that you knew what he knew but it’d piss him off. To a great extent because you knew he hated when you played dumb about shit you clearly knew. It made him have to explain that shit either as if he was explaining it to a baby or fuck you until you quit your stupid act.

He pressed you against the wall even harsher as his glare toward you returned obviously pissed off “Guess you need a little refresher huh?” Dabi reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone with his hand still on your neck. You really have gotten yourself in some shit huh?

Was he gonna call Keigo and ask? Was he going to pull up the messages? Maybe he was going to pull up the video.

When he pressed on his cracked screen and shoved it in your face, you knew that’s what he was doing. The audio from the video soon filled the silence as you watched the video from Keigo’s perspective of him giving you backshots, your back arching like crazy, and his lightly tanned hand on the back of your head with a tight hold on your hair. It wasn’t the video you were expecting him to shove in your face, fuck you didn’t even know Keigo took a video of that night.

“Kei! Fuck…please.” You grew embarrassed at your pathetic moans coming from the phone and turned your head away from the screen but the hand that was tight around your neck flew to your jaw and forced you to look back at the phone “Don’t you fucking look away.” Dabi said harshly almost making you flinch but you obeyed and stared at the screen as he asked.

Now you knew that he actually thought that Keigo was the father of your son and you couldn’t even defend yourself against it. You knew that video was before Keigo was born and obviously, before he was conceived because of the clean skin on your back. You have a small tattoo in the middle of your back with dark ink spelling out ‘Touya’ with a flame next to it and Dabi had a matching one on his wrist with your name but you two didn’t get them until after Kaede was born and in this video, you didn’t have it.

“You like that baby?” “Yes, yes! Gimme more please…!” The audio was the only noise in the silent room and it made you uncomfortable. You could feel Dabi’s gaze on you as yours was on his phone “You fucking remember now?” The blue-eyed male said coldly turning off the phone and cutting the video off, it relieved you.

You knew Dabi knew that you and Keigo have fucked before, many times actually after you two broke up and before but he was showing you a video of you fucking Keigo probably maybe five months before you fucked Dabi which led to your son and there was nothing you could say that would make him believe you about that not being the night that led to Kaede. He wouldn’t believe that this video was taken the last night you and Keigo fucked while you two were together and the time after that was when you two broke up.

Hell, he could look at Kaede and basically see himself as if he was looking into a mirror and still wouldn’t believe a word you said “I’m talking to you.” Dabi said making your eyes finally meet his. All that confidence you had just a second ago was thrown out the window now that you were being glared at him while you continued to rub your thighs together looking for friction, it made you feel pathetic and yet you were still doing it.

“It was the last time and that was months before I found out about Kaede.” You muttered quickly and apologetically, you didn’t know him a damn thing. He fucked your sister so why the hell were you apologizing for doing the same damn thing he did to you just because he thinks that was why you got pregnant.

Dabi didn’t even smile as he looked down at you and just stared down “Oh really? Was it the last time because you were scared I’d find out he was the daddy?” He asked his grip on your jaw getting tighter with his short nails digging into your skin making you wince.

“No! He’s not, I swear.” You pleaded cursing yourself for getting more turned on by the tone he was using with you and how he was pressing against your body; you couldn’t back away (not like you wanted to) because of the wall behind you “You swear? I’d believe that if you weren’t such a lying slut!” Dabi yelled at you his glare harshening as his face got closer to yours as if he was going to kiss you, he’s doing that shit on purpose.

Dabi likes to act like he’s going to kiss you then pull away at the last second and laugh in your face about it, he’d do it in the middle of arguments too and it’d make that more appealing for him. You were near to tears at this point and didn’t say anything.

An eyebrow raised as he noticed the shifting of your weight, and his eyes slowly shifted downward until they focused on your thighs. Embarrassment flooded your body at his staring with tears glazing over your eyes “You really think I’m gonna fuck you?” The white-haired male asked not even looking up at you and continuing to watch your thighs, you didn’t even stop. You were embarrassed but clearly not embarrassed enough to stop acting like a whore.

His eyes met yours a smirk crawling on his face “After all your fucking lying? You think I’m fuck that slutty pussy?” He asked, he didn’t expect an answer and was just teasing you at this point, and with a harsh slap to your thighs and a laugh following, he made that clear. Your thighs immediately stopped their movement allowing Dabi to slip his hand between your thighs and put his hand on your cunt.

He wasn’t moving his fingers or his hand but it rested there as a sign he could start moving them whenever “You want me to don’t you?” He asked poking his bottom lip out in a teasing way once he saw the tears in your eyes, you wanted to yank his hand away from your jaw and hit him but you didn’t and stood there sniffling like a bitch on a leash.

You nodded with a sob escaping your throat “Yeah.” It was incredibly sad how quickly he could get you like this. Turn you to mush right in his hands and get you melting on the spot, it’s like he had a leash on your neck pulling at it so you can come crawling back whenever he got tired of those stupid bitches he was fucking and started to miss you.

“Yeah…?” His mocking made you feel even more pathetic and that’s exactly what he wanted. He got closer to your face but he didn’t kiss you like you wanted and instead, he got close to your ear “You want it so bad? Get on the floor.” Sobs continued to leave your throat from his throat, you didn’t even know why you were crying anymore.

Was it because of the aching in your pussy? Was it the way he was talking to you? Was it the humiliation of being talked to like you were nothing but a dumb whore?

It didn’t matter because you were still going to do whatever he told you “Be a good girl and take these pants off first.” He said backing up from your face and turning his hand that was between your thighs so he could slap your ass earning a whine from him.

Dabi removed his hand from your jaw and watched as you shoved your pants down not taking your panties off, if he wanted them off he would take them off himself. His turquoise eyes followed your body as you made your way to the floor sitting there not knowing what he wanted you to do “Don’t look at me baby, turn around.” And you did as he asked.

You sat there on your hands and knees trying to silence your sobs so you could hear what he was doing behind you, you heard shuffling probably the discarding of his pants and boxers.

You hated the idea of him taking you right here on the floor of his living room but you knew how he hated that foreplay shit when he was in a bad mood and wanted to get straight to business and you had put him in the worst mood today. If you wasted any time talking or going slow, he would’ve told you to forget it and he isn't doing shit.

His harsh hands slapped against your hips and grabbed at the sides of your panties before ripping them off of you practically tearing them to shreds “Touya…” You muttered tearfully looking back at him as he threw the scraps of what used to be your panties to the ground “What? Your little boyfriend Hawks bought you that?” He asked with a snort as he carelessly shoved your head to the floor, your cheek pressing against the ground and your arms failing and just falling to the floor as they were pretty much useless.

“No, but…they were new.” Your words were just words at this point, he wasn’t listening at all. He never did. He would never listen to the lies of a slut.

His hands had a tight hold on your hips once again moving them how he pleased “You got more, relax.” Dabi said rolling his eyes as he shoved himself inside of you not giving you any time to relax and take just the tip and then the rest “Touya!” You yelped attempting to move away and at least get rid of some of the length but he pulled you right back into him making a sob escape your throat.

“Fuck you runnin’ for? Thought this was what you wanted?” Dabi asked harshly as he listened to your whines as tears spewed down your face and dropped onto the floor “T…Too big. Slow down.” You sobbed attempting to stretch your arm back and swat his hands away from your hips but nothing helped.

Dabi was big and you knew he was but you’d never get used to how fast he made you feel full and stretched you out. You always needed a few minutes to relax and adjust to him but when he was impatient, it was hard to get him to let you adjust.

Dabi moved closer pressing his chest against your back and placing his chin on your shoulder letting you lift your head from the floor for just a minute “I’ll give you a minute to adjust but you gotta answer a few questions, ‘kay baby?” He said his tone softer than before but there were still hints of teasing in his words. You nodded rapidly desperately.

“You ever ask Hawks to put a baby in this tummy like you did with me?” His warm hand went under your shirt and rubbed on your stomach tapping his fingers on the bulge that was just over your pelvic bone. You sat there silent debating what to say. You never begged Keigo outright to give you a baby but when Keigo asked if you wanted that, you vaguely remembered shouting out yes repeatedly. You and Keigo never talked about that night and you hoped you two never would.

A pinch to your stomach made you quickly decide to tell the truth “Mhm…” You hummed while nodding gently, you weren’t going to waste your breath trying to explain how it was ‘the heat of the moment’ or any other details from that night because he wouldn’t care. You telling him yes or no was the only thing that he cared about.

Dabi hummed in response and he leaned down his mouth close to your ear “Well I’ma do that shit for him. I’ll make sure this baby is mine.” He whispered with laughter following before he nipped at your ear lightly. You didn’t even get a chance to respond to him because he immediately pulled his hips back earning a whine from you and a loud yelp left your mouth when he thrusted back in harshly backing away from your body and exposing you to the cold temperature of his apartment.

“Touya!” He did nothing but laugh at your shouts of pleasure as he started a rhythm with his thrusts, he saw you attempt to grab at the floor but it just looked silly because it was nothing but wooden tile. You were practically clawing at the floor like a cat looking for some type of support.

Oh, how he loved how he could easily make you like that. Make you melt right under him your brain turning to mush because the only thing you could even think of was his dick and how you wanted him to continue ramming into your guts nearly splitting you in half. You felt like your stomach was going to blow up like a hot air balloon and just explode because of the feeling of him creating a bulge in your stomach.

His hand came back to your head making sure your cheek was pressed against the floor forcing your lips into a pout as sobs left your lips with hot lumps of salty tears streaming down your face and onto the floor. “Y’know, I’m surprised…ngh, you’re still fucking tight,” Dabi grunted his pace fast as he watched how your back arched as you moaned shamelessly pleading for more.

“P-Please…touch me please touya!” You begged loudly your fists clenching tightly as you tried to restrain yourself from continuing to grab at the floor knowing there was nothing to reach for. You could already picture the grin on the male’s face. He was really enjoying your begging but he was gonna make you do more of it.

If you thought you could just get what you want that easily, you were stupider than he thought you were. Especially after all that yelling you did at him. You weren’t getting shit until he felt like giving it to you.

Dabi grabbed at your hair pulling at the strands directly from your roots but kept your head on the floor “Touch you where?” He asked a laugh in his speech and his giggle got louder when you whimpered a sob. “F-Fuck you! You know where...” You hissed managing to lift your head a bit and look back at him but his hand landed on the side of your head and smashed your face back onto the floor. There was surely going to be a bruise there.

“Nah I really don’t. I know you in and out but I never know what your crazy ass wants.” The white-haired man spat hatefully making sure to deliver an especially rough thrust to your cervix when he called you crazy making you shout and jerk forward.

Whatever, you didn’t care what he felt or anything he thought. You needed him to touch you and you didn’t care if he got off of your begging “So tell me what you want or I ain’t doing shit.” Dabi said his nails digging into the skin of your hips earning a groan out of you “Want you to touch my pussy. Please…” Oh yeah. That felt good. His dick was even harder than it was before.

Dabi reached his other hand around your body and placed it on your stomach like before particularly on the bulge he created “Hawks ever fuck you like this? Mhm?” He asked leaning forward his clothed chest pressing up against your back as you squeezed around him your walls fluttering as you were beginning to inch closer to your orgasm but you weren’t getting there at all. The only way you would is if he touched those fingers to your pretty clit and you’d do anything for that at this point.

He was being so harsh but honestly, you were lucky he wasn’t filming this to send to Keigo. “No! Only you! Ugh!” The words slipped from your mouth as if you had rehearsed them a dozen of times. You didn’t but you knew him too well and after all the years you’ve known him, he had the biggest jealousy issue and it was nearly every day he was fucking you asking you if you thought anyone would fuck you like he did. That he knew your ins and outs and all your precious little spots and he didn’t give a fuck who you fucked in the future because he’d always be better.

I mean, he wasn’t lying. You two broke up and you were still coming back to him and letting him fuck your brains out “Yeah and don’t you fuckin’ forget it.” He said harshly trailing his hand down and placing two fingertips on your bundle of nerves before drawing infinity symbols on them and you moaned loudly tears escaping your eyes from the large pleasure washing over you.

“So pretty, gonna put a put a fucking baby in you,” Dabi said through his grunts and you knew he was close. His pace was quickening and his hold on your head was growing tighter and rougher and your soaking cunt squeezing around him was not helping at all “Give Kaede a baby brother huh? Or maybe a little sister…” He said but you could barely comprehend anything he was saying. His fingerpads on your clit were rough with their movements and it felt like you were getting fucking electrocuted but in a good way y’know?

“Uh huh…” You grumbled out trying to keep your legs open as you felt the urge to just clamp them shut and they were shaking violently from the restraining and how your knees were about to give out. Dabi groaned loudly his sounds bouncing off the walls with yours whilst he threw his head back snow-colored strands flying everywhere.

He was so close to filling you to the brim “You better not fucking call my phone after this. Don’t wanna hear that fucking mouth unless you moaning f’me.” Dabi told you roughly and you did your best to nod while whimpering and whining like you couldn’t breathe but he wanted to fucking hear you. He slapped your ass hard making it sting terribly.

“I w-won’t!” You shouted your body shaking as you felt your orgasm overcome you like a wave and it definitely felt like a wave with the wet sounds your pussy made clenching down on his dick and he moaned, it was more like a whimper and that’s how you knew he was cumming with you.

Filling you up with his warm cum and you let out a soft moan and just the feeling but it turned into a whine of destain when he pulled out and moved away from your body taking away his warmth and once again exposing you to the cold. He looked down and saw some of the cum starting to seep out of you earning a grin from him.

He was quick to scoop it up and shove it back inside “Can’t let any of that come out right?” Dabi asked as you raised your head from the floor looking up at him so fucked out.

Surely, you didn’t remember shit he said and even if you did, he doubted that you cared at all and he knew that if he did end up getting you pregnant, you’d call him sounding all quiet maybe even crying but he couldn’t blame you for that entirely because he’d pick up the phone every time your name that still had a flamed heart next to it popped up on his cracked screen.

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bingusbongu · 7 months

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you write for so many characters that I absolutely adore oml.

Could you write some kind of Alastor x new-to-hell reader? (I feel like this would be really interesting :3)

Also since I'm likely gonna be putting in a lot of reqs I'm claiming an Emoji (🖋 <- this one) so you know which anon this is teehee

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♡A/N: RAAAAAAA HELLO I KNOW YOU GFYFGG im glad you found my blog!!! I also made sure to make this on this specific day for you,,, ♡

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Alastor x New Sinner Reader!

Tw: mentions of death and murder, and of stalking

• okay, the fact you manage to catch the eye of NONE OTHER than the famous and feared Radio Demon is beyond believable

• your new, you must have done something to become his intrest. I dont think he will just pluck you out of the streets as soon as you spawned because he wanted to

• maybe you found yourself in the middle of a turf war or spawned while he and some other demon were in a battle. Maybe you killed another demon on pure accident. And maybe, due to him working with Charlie, maybe he decided not to kill you instantly and offered you the hotel. Since you are new, perhapse you wanted redemption? Hell knows that charlie would be ecstatic to have a new member!

• so, you go with Alastor to the hotel! Meeting an overjoyed Charlie and the rest of the crew!

• though, Alastor kept his eyes on you. Your new, he couldnt have a new member of the hotel accidently step into a war of some sorts and have yourself killed the moment he looks away.

• so, you being as clueless as you are, Alastor reluctantly decided he was going to teach you what to do and not to do in hell! Charlie thought it was a wonderful idea, finding it unbelievable that Alastor was the one to come up with the idea AND go along with it

• so, Alastor would take you out of the hotel and teach you certain things, like how to categorize lower level demons and higher ranking demons, how to protect yourself while walking the street from others who want to harm you

• "no no, you go for the heart, thats the liver"

• after you manage to learn alot from Alastor! Suprisingly, he is quiet a good teacher! But, instead of leaving you to yourself, he would be found occasionally hanging around you

• others would take notice how they always were able to find Alastor wherever you are, and when confronted about it, he would completely shoot down their question and change the subject

• Alastor thought you needed more protection. Though he did teach yoi how to take care of yourself, he still found a need to watch over you, to protect you. A worm of worry that wiggled in his chest when he cant spot you in the hotel.

• Alastor dosnt bring you along to his meetings, to keep his reputation and to protect you from certain eyes. If you are with the Radio Demon, then you have a bigger target on your head

• though, he does sometimes take you to his visits with Rosie!

• she adores you, finding you the cutest little thing. She sure was suprise to find a new sinner with Alastor, and one Alastor was so protective over, but she left it be, finding you precious and telling you stores from her time while sharing tea.

• though, a few of the staff of the hotel were,,, concerned for you. Husk especially. Having the Radio Demon on your back was certainly something new and worrying to him. Maybe he got you under contract, too. When he asked you about it, you shrugged it off and smiled like you hadnt even noticed! It baffled him, and how your mood didnt seem to dim when Alastor came around to check up on you.

• Vox, well, lets just say he may or may not have been the first overlord to actually notice you and your presence with Alastor. He has camaras everywhere, especially hidden outside of the hotel, he dosnt miss anything. So when he realized that the Radio demon was being friendly with a someone new he was not a happy camper

• he ended up confronting Alastor about it during their next meeting. And the way he quickly shut up apon noticing Alastors mood shift when you were mentioned had him traumatized. Velvet had to help him fix his screen after that

• Alastor is quite protective over you, even if you dont realize it, he has one of his little weird minions keeping an eye on you at all times when he isnt there, just to make sure you dont do something stupid.

-EXTRA-

• if you, instead of being a weak newcomer, started making a name for yourself withoit wasting any time, maybe killing off demons left and right or taking down a few overlords, you definitely have his attention

• you remind him of his old new sinner self, so he happily makes his presence known to you, and openly offers to guide you to make a name for yourself like he did

• he would show you how to take down even the most powerful overlords, collect souls to feed your power, and even how to keep your clothes from getting messy after killing so many!

• you are much like his apprentice. Following him wherever he goes and listening to him teach you about something.

• if you become powerful like him, you two become a quick and good duo! Both pf you being feared!

• though, he still makes sure you dont hurt yourself. No matter how powerful you have become, he makes sure you dont slip up and hurt yourself, or let someone hurt you. <3

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oneshlut · 7 months

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Ok, first off, love love Love your yandere Flug headcanons! I am injecting them into my veins as we speak. On that note, could you write something branching off of that base idea but with the twist that reader is 100% supportive of Flug being a yandere? Could be anything from just accepting his love to actively encouraging him to kill people for them. Thank you for your time, hope you have a great day!

A/N: ooh, of course!! i was actually planning to do this with yandere dating hcs for flug since someone had requested for a general pt2 of these hcs, so thanksies for the request!! accepting x yandere is so horrifically adorable <33 (also SO HAPPY you liked my previous hcs!!)

Two of Hearts (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Willing!Reader) [Headcanons]

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WARNINGS: Mentions of homocide, depictions of blood, unhealthy obsessions, yandere themes, general dead dove contents!!

Summary: General headcanons for a yandere Dr. Flug with an accepting/supporting reader for his behavior

Extra Info: This does NOT condemn yandere behaviors irl. Purely fictional scenario, do not support this toxic behavior in others. im sure you all know that though <33

Love can escalate. When it does, it escalates fast. This escalation can range from a proposal in a matter of weeks, a date in a matter of days, to murder in a matter of hours. Often times, Flug's love escalated to murder. He has before for you, and he would again.

Being a "real" villain gives Flug some sort of confidence boost. He hardly stutters, never cowers in fear, and opts to make extremely bold decisions. Decisions he wouldn't normally make. Well, the first and most obvious would be homocide--but he also gains the confidence to confess to you.

He wouldn't dare kidnap you, though! Of course, not if you took it well! Luckily, things didn't have to go that way, since you agreed to be his boyfriend.

Wait, what.

It wasn't that huge of a shock. I mean, he knew you'd either say yes or no, but he was fully prepared to receive a no. I guess that chloroform-laced cloth in his pocket wasn't necessary after all! He was ecstatic to be yours! As long as you didn't find out about anything he was doing, the two of you would hold up well!

Hah, that wouldn't last long. He was confident with himself at first, but now that you're together for real? All his confidence was immediately swept away when you kissed him for the first time--that or when you first told him "I love you". It really made him put things into perspective--he was yours. And you were his. Flug was more lovesick than ever, more than he had realized. It was adorable, watching him trip over himself anytime you walked into the room.

It was now over a month of the two of you being together, and both of you were happy with your relationship! Flug was still pretty confident you wouldn't find out about what he was doing, and you were.. Actually, you were slowly gaining suspicion.

Over time, you began to notice small flaws in his usual behavior. Very small flaws, yes, but not too small to go unseen. Some of these would be nice, such as Flug going out of his way to get you something on an outing. This would be normal, if it wasn't every outing. And on other days, he would just switch up and do the complete opposite--not noticing you when you greeted him, spacing out while just.. staring at you.. or he would respond to you in two word sentences. He was either in a whole other world, or completely caught up in yours. It was distracting how easily he could just.. switch. It put you off, but you decided to ignore it for the most part.

One day, he came home extremely silent. Actually, you hadn't even noticed he had left in the first place. You watched as he retreated to his room--seperate from his lab. Not even a hello, nor an answer to your simple questions as he walked. You began to fear that he was ignoring you. What could you have done wrong..? That, or he was just spacing out again, which felt a bit unlikely.

Slowly gaining curiosity, you decided to take a small visit to his lab. Maybe 5.0.5. knew something? In all honesty, you weren't just "curious".. you were worried. Unfortunately, taking this visit to his lab didn't help with that feeling of worry at all. Opening the door with a painfully loud creak, you were stunned to find the place in shambles. It wasn't messy in the way it looked like a break-in--no, it looked man made. Some of the lights were turned off, his materials were scattered over his multiple desks, many syringes laid out across the floor--most still had chemicals in them. Watching your step, you made your way to his main workplace, the mess being no different from the rest of the lab. Unlabeled papers of research and crumpled up papers laid sprawled out on his desk. The entire scene was extremely unusual of him--he was always so in order, so organized, sometimes he'd have panic attacks when things were out of order! And yet.. it looks like Dr. Flug made this mess of his lab himself. Sure, you hadn't been to his laboratory in a while, but how much could he have done to his space in that time? Saying the situation was confusing would be an understatement.

But out of everything in the room, one thing stood out to you the most. His closet--normally nice and organized.. it was now dirty, rustic, and one of the latches on the door was now broken. The atmosphere around it was.. intimidating, to say the least. The inside was extremely dark, with some of the darkness spilling out into the already dim laboratory. Hesitantly, you approached it, opening the unbroken door.

It looked somewhat like you suspected--heaps of clothes on the floor of the closet, instead of neatly hung up. Things were looking normal.. except for the blood on some of the clothes. Your mouth silently gaped open as to not draw much attention as you crouched down to inspect the clothes. Horrified, you found many more pieces of clothing with blood. Actually the whole pile. And it wasn't looking like it was his blood--no, it wasn't seeped into the clothes from the inside. It was splattered on, it was somebody else's.

You took a few shaky steps back. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Flug wouldn't.. kill people, right? Part of you was open to the idea--he was a villain, after all. But he never went out of his way to kill..

You looked down at your now bloody palms. He wouldn't kill anyone in this fashion, either. ..Would he? Was he really that.. gruesome of a person? And you had no idea..?

While caught up and reeling in your own thoughts, you lacked the attention to notice Dr. Flug approaching you.

The last thing you remembered was blacking out.

Dr. Flug never intended for you to find out about any of this. The mess of his mental state, the mess of his lab, and the mess he's been making of.. other people. Maybe he could develop a mind erasing serum? Or.. would that be too easy? Perhaps he could just manipulate you into believing it was all a dream.. Either way, he was glad that chloroform-laced cloth came in handy after all.

So, as far as he knew, you would definitely not be supportive of what he was doing. He was doing all this for a misunderstanding in his eyes. You're always full of surprises, though. That's what he loves about you.

When he found out that you were totally okay with his obsessive tendencies, perhaps even supportive, Flug was completely over the moon. If it was possible to fall even deeper in love than he already was, he definitely did at that moment.

Knowing this, he doesn't keep you to himself. Now that he knows how much you love him in return, he has no reason to not trust you! Things can finally start going back to normal.. if uh.. homocide and killing sprees count as "normal" to you.

He's either smothering you with attention or as shy as a mouse. There's two sides of Dr. Flug that clash with each other when it comes to you. He wants to be forward with you--confident, mainly. But when he does, he backs out, becoming immediately flustered. Honestly, when the idea of you enjoying the idea of him killing for you settled into him.. he almost passed out. You really did make him the happiest scientist in the world.

The fact that you supported his actions just made him all the more confident about himself. Sometimes a bit upstuck. You thought what he was doing was righr, why shouldn't he? Whenever he killed someone, he no longer felt remorse. Instead, he felt excited to tell you what he did when he got home. And every time, you would give him the same praise and reassurance. Believe me, Flug is a sucker for praise.

Dr. Flug likes to brag to you about the horrible, awful things he's done. Sure, he loves praise, but actually recieving it makes him extremely flustered. Any "Good job" or "I'm proud of you" made him crumble on the inside. You were gonna be the death of him one of these days.

The two of you prefer to keep your relationship a secret for now and the forseeable future. After all, if Dr. Flug had got himself caught when murdering for you, you would be in trouble for just being associated with him. He wouldn't want that! Not in a million years. But of course, he would never let that happen.

Turns out, this seemed to be the best ending. I mean, who knows what would've happened if you denied him your love? Well, Flug would probably just develop a love potion of sorts. Either way, he's absolutely ecstatic things turned out this way. Despite the obviously very unhealthy relationship, the two of you were happy.. and that's all that mattered.

..Right?

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lovesickonmybed · 11 months

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ok hi!! hello first person i’ve seen on tumblr to actually embrace their wedgie kink. seeing you back had me ECSTATIC. so obsessed with your bully!perv!eddie rn… it has me LIGHTHEADED, the way you write degradation is unbelievable.

that said, i have this thought that i can’t get out of my head that im inclined to share w/ you. if you’re not into it, no pressure! still, picture this:

bully!perv!eddie putting you in a shoulder wedgie under your clothes and making you go through your school day like that. every wince of pain belongs to him, is because of him, and in a way he gets off on knowing that you won’t take it off when he’s not around. you’re too scared of the punishment, too scared of disappointing him. just thinking about him pulling you into corners and untucking your shirt or yanking up your skirt to make sure you’re EXACTLY how he left you. . . then rewarding you for being so good once the days over. . . worse if he makes you get out of them by making you tear them off of yourself before he rewards you.

sorry eddie and wedgies make me horny.

so glad to see u back!! 🐛

I’m hoping that posting my wedgie Eddie brain rot will get others to feel more comfortable posting it too because I know I’m not the only one on here into it. I love writing degradation and humiliation so much, it comes so easy to me. (Which says so much about me lmao.) You can send me anything wedgie related and I will more than likely be willing to write for it! I’m gonna be posting a thing for requests soon that’ll have some boundaries laid out but this is perfect and definitely going to be what I think about when I’m bored at work lmao. I thought this would be short but it’s almost 2k words lol.

Nsfw under the cut!! Warnings for humiliation, degradation, dub-con, wedgies (duh), and slight voyeurism and exhibitionism.

Eddie would find you in the morning before school, he knows you get to school early to read in the library so he’d have no problem finding you. He’d drag you with him to the janitor’s closet with a big smirk on his face. He instructs you to remove your shirt and then laughs, “You better hope you’re wearing a stretchy pair sweetheart, because this is going to hurt.” He grabs the sides of your waistband, pulling it up slowly so that you can adjust to the pain. You wince and whimper as he stretches the fabric until your leg holes are pulled up onto your shoulders like suspenders.

“You’re gonna keep this on all day for me sweetheart, if you don’t then I’ll know. I’ll check. If you take it off then you’ll be punished, got it?”

You nod but that’s not good enough for him, he pulls one of the leg holes back and then lets it go so it snaps back against your skin, causing you to yelp. “Answer me verbally, sweetheart.”

“G-Got it,” you mutter.

Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead, “Good girl, now get dressed and go back to the library like nothing happened. I’ll see you again later today to make sure you’re being good.” He walks out of the janitor's closet to let you redress. You wince in pain as you lift your arms to put your shirt back on and when you bend down to pick up your backpack. Every move you make forces the fabric deeper between your cheeks and lips and you wince every time it happens.

After second period Eddie delivers on his promise to check up on you. He pulls you aside as you’re walking to your next class and pulls you into an empty classroom with him. “You been a good girl for me, nerd?” He asks, shoving you up against the wall playfully, grabbing your backpack off your arms, setting it down for you.

“I-I’ve been good, haven’t taken it off, Eddie,” you answer.

“Oh, have you? You been a good girl and kept your little wedgie in? I’ll see for myself, nerd.” Eddie sinks to his knees in front of you and lifts your skirt up, smiling when he sees that you’re still wearing your shoulder wedgie. He flicks your wedgied cunt and smiles when you jump. “Knew I could trust my little loser, got her trained just right, huh?”

“Yes Eddie,” you nod meekly.

Eddie grabs your face and pulls you in for a quick kiss, pecking your lips softly. “Good little loser, I’ll see you again at lunch. Meet me here again, okay sweet girl?”

“Okay,” you smile.

Eddie hands you your backpack and gives you a slap on the ass before leaving the room.

You rush to class, wincing in pain with every move, biting your lip when the fabric shifts just right against your clit. Eddie catches you doing it during 4th period, he loves how you look trying to hide your pain and pleasure in front of everybody. After 4th period he grabs you by your arm leading you into the same empty classroom from earlier. He takes your backpack once again, setting it on a desk. He leans against a desk and smiles, “Turn around and bend over for me, nerd.”

You sigh and do as he says, as you bend over you gasp in pain as the wedgie in the back worsens. Eddie smirks and comes over to slap your ass, “Stand up for me.” You stand back up and he pulls you tight against him.

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you up against him, “You’re such a little goody two shoes, fuck I love it. You’re so good, you wanna follow every rule you’re given, even the ones given to you by your bully. That’s pathetic, baby.” He slips a hand into your shirt and twists your nipple harshly, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Does that hurt, loser?”

“Yes! Fuck hurts so bad…” You respond.

Eddie grabs the front of your panties and pulls up hard, causing the fabric to sink deeper into you. You let out a moan and he holds you tighter so you don’t fall over. “Good girl, you think you can get through the rest of your day like this for me?” He asks.

“I’ll try for you…”

“What a good little loser you are…now get to lunch nerd, I don’t want my little toy to be wedgied on an empty stomach,” Eddie puts his hand on your lower back and leads you out the door.

You sit with your regular friend group at lunch, trying your best to not squirm in front of them. Eddie watches you closely to see if you make any attempt at all to take out your shoulder wedgie but you don’t. He checks on you again after 6th period, pulling you into a mostly empty hallway and backing you into a corner. He lifts your skirt and you squeal and pull it back down. He laughs and pins you against the wall, leaning in close to your ear. “You shouldn’t be so loud, people are gonna start looking sweetheart,” He teases, pulling up your skirt again to look at your wedgied cunt.

“Stop pulling up my skirt!” You whisper-yell, pulling your skirt back down and trying to hold it down.

“Let me get a good look then, nerd. Be grateful I’m letting anything into your little cunt, yeah?”

“Okay…” You mumble in an annoyed tone. Eddie grabs your face with one hand and makes you look at him.

“You don’t talk to me with that tone, you’re lucky I’m not making you walk around with your panties pulled up over your head for everyone to see,” Eddie whispers angrily, “Thank me for letting you have something you can hide.”

You're silent at first but Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you and you talk, “Thank you for giving me a wedgie I can hide…” You mumble. He nudges your ankle with his foot.

“What else do you wanna thank me for, loser?” He asks.

“Thank you for…for letting anything into my…” Your face heats up with embarrassment, “into my cunt…” You’re squirming with embarrassment and Eddie is eating it up.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it, nerd? Get to class, I’d hate to see you get detention.”

You go off to 7th period and you spend the rest of the school day waiting for it to be over. You’re horny and annoyed and embarrassed and you just want Eddie to take care of it. Finally, the bell rings releasing you and you go off to find Eddie, it doesn’t take you long. He’s out by his van, smoking a cigarette while talking with Gareth and Jeff. He looks up and notices you, signaling for you to come over. You walk over nervously, Gareth and Jeff’s eyes are on you. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “We’re gonna head out boys, I’ll see you tomorrow for Hellfire,” Eddie says to them. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door for you. When you climb into the van, he pulls your skirt down before shutting the door. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you yelp and pull your skirt back down.

“Eddie what the hell?!” You exclaim as he gets into the driver’s side, laughing his ass off.

“I was being too nice today, I had to make up for it somehow,” He laughs.

“I’ve had a wedgie since 8am, that isn’t exactly nice,” You retort.

“Well, you’ve also been wet since 8am so you’re welcome,” Eddie says as he starts up the van.

When you get back to his trailer, he runs over to your side to get the door for you, he helps you out of the van, grabbing you by the back waistband as you jump out, worsening your wedgie. You’re whining and whimpering in pain, hands flying back instinctively to fix the wedgie but Eddie grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. “Don’t give in now sweetheart, you’ve made it so far I’d hate to punish you now…” He frog marches you inside the trailer and brings you into his bedroom.

“Strip for me, but keep your wedgie in,” he commands. You feel his eyes on you as you set down your backpack and strip. You start with removing your shirt, then your bra, then your socks and shoes, and lastly your pretty little skirt. Eddie steps forward, smiling, “You want me to take this off for you now, nerd?” He pulls one of the leg holes back and lets it snap back against your skin, making you gasp.

“Please, please take it off me,” you plead.

“This might hurt a bit,” Eddie says before grabbing the back waistband and pulling as hard as he can. It’s beyond painful, it’s the most painful wedgie he’s given you yet, but as the fabric presses rough against your clit, it doesn’t seem so bad anymore. You squirm in his grasp, whimpering pathetically. When the fabric isn’t ripping, only a few thread popping, he takes things to the next level. He grabs you by the leg holes, lifting you into the air and beginning to bounce you, this causes your panties to rip quickly. You feel an intense pain in your lower region as the panties rip, but you can’t help but moan. It feels so good every single time you’ve felt a pair of panties ripping inside of you, it’s unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. You’re addicted to the pain of it. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist when they rip, catching you and laying you down on the bed.

“You did so well, I can’t believe you kept it in all day, you were so good sweetheart,” Eddie praises you. He runs to the bathroom and runs a cloth under cool water, ringing it out and then coming back into the room, he presses the cool cloth against your puffy red cunt. You shiver from the cold but smile as it soothes the ache.

“Feel good, honey?” He asks sweetly, grabbing your hand and rubbing circles into your skin.

“Mhm, thank you, Eddie,” you reply.

“You think you could handle a reward, sweetheart? I wanna eat you out for being such a good girl today.”

“I could definitely handle a reward,” you chuckle.

“That’s my girl.”

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