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galactic-rhea · 1 month ago

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I was thinking back of some of the concept art for Encanto I always loved and... Long rambling ahead.

YUP! I remain obssesed wiwth it, especially the first one, the black butterflies!! In many latinoamerican countries (including mine) black butterflies in a home are a bad omen, to the point there's people absolutely scared of them (I have met a few, personaly); so the incorporation to it not only gives such a creepy image, but is an awesome call back to the culture.

The one where is raining on Mirabel's side of the house is also a perfect example of Magical Realism; the author whose work was first referred to as magical realism (in literature) had a short story called The Rain, in the story, the rain represents love, it doesn't really have much to do with the story in Encanto or the concept art on itself, just something that I remembered.

In Hundred years of Solitude, it rains for four years and the rain starts eating away the Buendías's house and destroying their fortune, and the decline of the house is what start of the town's decline as they're linked to the family.

I always said that Encanto was like a super sanitized and family friendly version of Hundred years of Solitude, and honestly I can see that a lot in the concept art, much more easily than in the movie

And to me, the biggest expression of Magical Realism in the concept art, is this one:

the mundane mixing with the nonsensical and magic, but the being accepted as part of the natural world without further questioning. And here's more of this on other of the concept art:

Magical realism as a term started being referred to art styles that depict something that objetively normal, has an uncanny element and often somewhat satirical. However, as a genre in literature, it started in Latin America, inspired by surrealism.

Is not just magic, is magic within a mundane world and being accepted as part of their lives. Latinoamerican literature tends to be fatallistic and crude; and magical realism follows similar steps, because the fantasy element isn't taken as something grandiose and something capable of solving every problem; the contrary, it just becomes something that just happens, and life goes on, and this usually means tragedy and death as well.

The magic isn't the cause, nor the solution, not even helpful because these stories kept on being harsh and sometimes cruel, in a sense Magical Realism reminds me more of Gothic Horror than Fantasy. Thousands years of solitude has these magic, fantastic elements, but it keeps on being a tale of the cyclical misery of the Buendías, that doesn't end until their entire destruction along with Macondo.

The Buendías aren't even meant to be liked (as in, good people), because they're supposed to be a selfish self-obssesed, land owners and the elite group that ruins the lives of others and keep digging their own graves.

For another example, the story that i mentioned, The Rain not only has a social commentary, but it ends in a very bitter sweet note, with a couple finally seeing the rain after a drought, but losing the kid that magically rekindled their love for each other. A lot of latinoamerican literature ends with painfully bittersweet, if not outright hopeless endings (Chronicle of a Death Foretold literally tells you, just with the title, what you will get into. Is a very cruel story and it has zero closure, the original "Dead dove do not eat/I don't know what i was expecting". Another example, Dead Houses is...well, is a bit more hopeful, but the cruelty is there and right on the face.)

Neither of these things fit very well for a disney family friendly movie, but just the fact they dared to show us Pedro's death and it being the origin of Encanto is a good enough attempt.

And a lot of these concept art does give a very dark tone, visually. I can see the attempt at trying to mix the whimsical of usual disney movies and the crudeness of the genre it takes its inspiration.

Another little bits that make me think of Encanto and Hundred Years of Solicitude, is that something important in the novel's narrative, is that Macondo is kinda trapped in time, both because of how remote the town is, but also because of the magic element; the huge impact of the town when outsiders and new technology arrives sometimes is taken as another magic element (they see ice, and believe it must be magic). Encanto has a similar setting, the exact time is taking place is hard to determine and there's some anacronisms. And also, the soap opera that Bruno's rats are "playing" is literally a nod to two characters in TYS; Amaranta Úrsula and Aureliano.

In the final version of the movie, some of these vibes the concept art shows was lost, but at its core it retains the key elements of magical realism! However, sometimes I wonder what would have someone like Guillermo del Toro done with the basic plot of Encanto, I have the strong suspicion that we would have ended with something much, much closer to actual magical realism

Ending this with, idk, watch Encanto. Or even better, read some latinoamerican literature (besides Gabriel García Márquez, whom I have a beef with. Can I suggest Julio Córtazar, Pilar Romero, Isabel Allende, Liliana Bodoc, Angelica Gorodischer, Juan Rulfo, Miguel Otero Silva, and Horacio Quiroga?)

#encanto #encanto concept art #magical realism #literature #hundred years of solicitude #rambling #rhea dissects the text #i'm not an expert by any means and i have no idea how i came up with this i just wanted to talk about concept art that i like #but also know that i would cite gabriel garcia marquez outside the mall to have a fistfight because i'm petty #also borges i would also punch borges #i focused a lot on magical realism in this but encanto's character designs also incomporate several indigenous elements (like wayuu culture #which is very important and i appreciate that a lot #when i think about it bruno is somewhat similar to melquíades although he also shares a bit with josé being the banished child and etcetc #although úrsula's second son was the one that they believed had actual premonitions and stuff #while úrsula is very close to alma in the very stern and somewhat paranoid way #i keep rambling wow #i had this on drafts for a long whileee and i have so many stuff in drafts i might start to actually post them

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unistaryo · 5 months ago

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Hey I read recently one of your works and I really enjoy your style of writing and I find the way you write really comforting!!🙃☺️ I was going to ask if you could do headcannons on Alucard as a dad with another vampire. (I know canonically it wouldn’t happen ever but i was just curious lol)

Alucard as a dad with a vampire child (headcanons)

//I don't know how, but I somehow got extremely sick💀. So I'm sorry if this is ooc

I feel like you will most likely adopt a child who was turned into a vampire during a mission, immediately taking the role of a caretaker and forcing Alucard to do the same

The first couple of days or months he wouldn't really accept the role of the father figure

It would take a lot of convincing from your side for him to even stop trying to get you to stop parenting the child

He sees himself as someone who failed as a human, who willingly became a monster and he is very aware of his nature, Alucard can't comprehend how you can even think about him in such a positive way

But he will eventually comply in his own twisted way, maybe after your child has proven that while they can be a creature of the night, they still have some sort of humanity in them

maybe the child drank blood from an animal but is still compassionate to other people

Alucard loves and hates the child's innocence at the same time

He sometimes teaches your child how to control their vampiric powers, but it will mainly remain your responsibility (he's afraid the child will take too much after him)

He will definitely tease you a lot about your parental tendencies like "Where are you going? You know, you can barely handle one"

Despite this, his love and respect for you increased even more than before, again because he seems to value determination, will and courage

Alucard will definitely bring the child on a mission, maybe on one who isn't so bloody as usual. If you aren't on board with this he will do it in secret, unless you talk to Integra

Integra will command him to stop until the child has grown

The vampire does have his dad moments, trust me

He melts every time he sees you and his kid having a moment

If somebody other than a few range of specific people dares to comment about you two in a bad way, that person will either be traumatized for life to straight up killed

Alucard will play a lot with your child, he isn't far from teaching him how to transform and many more

Those two will prank soldiers in the most unhinged way

The child will love horror and adventure movies with extreme violence in the future, trust me

But, given how Alucard is one of their main caretakers, they will also become violent and mess with people on purpose (Alucard will either be entertained or curse himself because of this)

If something happens to the child, BLOOD WILL BE SHATTERED

He will have no mercy on whoever even looks at his kid in a weird way

(in Ultimate) Seras and Pip would be more than happy to help with babysitting, and the overall process of taking care of the child, more Seras actually, but Pip finds a good opportunity to get closer to the vampire

In the end, both of them will become extremely attached to your kid

Integra will remain distant, but it is clear she also cares a lot about the child, often forgetting they are a vampire

Walter will provide with the necessities but won't be extremely involved. But he will babysit from time to time, and even train them in small ways

(in 2001) Seras will help like her ultimate counterpart, but I feel like she will take them out more, even showing them her old home

Here, Integra will be a lot more distant, letting comments slip more often regarding the situation, but still cares immensely about them, even if she doesn't show it

I don't know why, but I feel that this version of Walter is more fatherly, so I think he will be more involved in the child's life, maybe even letting them accompany him in the mansion when he doesn't have an important task

Peter Fargason will sometimes entertain the child in small ways, only if the others aren't looking, but will mostly keep his distance

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mallory524 · 25 days ago

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Hi! I have this idea of reader trying to get Bob to watch a horror movie and him being kind of hesitant because maybe he's scared or horror just isn't his thing idk. But eventually reader convinces him and it ends up being cute and funny.

movie night :)

bob x reader

summary- Bob doesn't really want to watch a scary movie, but he'll do anything if it means spending the evening with you

tags- thunderbolts* spoilers, sort of established relationship, holding hands, kiss, thunder/lightning, Void mention

word count- 1176

notes- yayyy i love getting requests, plz keep sending them in you guys

Bob feels sort of silly about how much this movie is getting to him. It's not really the kind of thing he usually watches, but of course he'd watch anything that you want to watch. Yeah, he almost didn't, but he eventually agreed to this. He will take any and every opportunity to spend some time with you.

The two of you have gone out a bunch of times... or at least, Bob is pretty sure that's what happened. It's not always clear what really counts as "going out", but you've gotten plenty of meals together, seen a few different movies and plays, and Bob almost always tags along when you go to the grocery store. He loves hanging out with you, no matter what you're doing. You have a really comforting presence to him.

This afternoon in particular, it's pouring rain, and it has been all day. The tower isn't filled with that same lovely natural lighting it usually is, but it's still beautiful in a way. You lit a few candles to add to the very important vibe. Bucky is convinced you're going to forget to blow them out and burn the place down.

The group is just taking a lazy day, and everyone's hanging out in their own rooms, except for you and Bob in the living room. You were doing a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time when you suggested watching a scary movie.

Bob was sort of hesitant at first and you practically had to beg him. "Oh come on, please," you had said, trying to pout to look extra sad, but you couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous you knew you looked in that moment.

Bob kept shaking his head and softly laughing, too. "Nuh uh. I really don't do scary movies". He was trying to make it sound less cowardly than it was, but he was definitely worried that the movie would be too much for him.

"Come on, Bob," you said in almost a singsong kind of way, "It's dark and scary and stormy out... It's the perfect time for this kind of thing."

The idea of curling up under a big blanket with you in the dark was definitely enticing, but he still wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey. I'm just messing around," you tell him, smiling and gesturing at the puzzle, "I really don't mind if this isn't your thing. We can keep doing this." You were always so nice to him. You got him to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but you never forced him to do anything if he really didn't want to. You'd always just tell him it was fine with that warm, comforting smile. You could probably convince him to do anything when you looked at him like that, even if you weren't trying to...

"You know what? Sure."

"Yay!!"

Now you're sitting on the couch together and watching some obscure horror movie he'd never ever heard of. You told him it wasn't that scary, and now Bob's wondering what you do consider scary because goodness-

Bob is so on edge, and the conditions outside aren't helping. Since you originally sat down to watch the movie, day has turned into night, and so the only light in the room is coming from the tv screen and the candles. The weather is somehow getting even worse, with huge cracks of lightning lighting up the dark sky every minute or so, and then you both jump at the ensuing thunder every. single. time.

You subtly glance over at Bob. He really is such a sweetheart. The man is bulletproof. You watched him tear Bucky's vibranium arm off and then proceed to turn into a vicious physical manifestation of darkness that engulfed New York City. Now, he's wrapped up in a blanket, grimacing at all the cheesy fake blood and gore on screen. Occasionally, he jumps and sends his popcorn flying up just a little, almost comically.

He's a cool guy and he wasn't kidding: these kinds of movies are really not his thing.

He catches you looking at him, and he turns hesitantly to meet your gaze. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I... hope you've had as good a day today as I have, hanging out with you."

Bob practically glows when he hears you say that, but he wants to play it cool. He tries to look back and forth between you and the movie, trying to show you that he cares about this thing you care about.

"Thanks. I really did have a good day. To be honest, I like ... I like doing stuff with you," he says with a shy smile.

Before you can say anything in response to his sweet words, there's another loud sound from the movie, and Bob instinctively reaches for your hand. Neither of you make any move to pull away from the small embrace.

"Hey Bob," you say, playfully smirking at him, "Are you scared?"

It's barely even a question. Of course he is.

"Well I guess it is a little much, I mean I uh- I like the story I guess, and I know it's all fake but it is freaking me out a little..." he starts to ramble, but you gently squeeze his hand and that's enough to pull him back into the moment. He trails off and you lean a little closer.

Looking right into his eyes, you quietly suggest, "Well maybe don't look at the movie anymore."

Bob notices your eyes fall down to his lips, and he knows what you're thinking. He leans just a tiny bit closer and stops so that, if he had somehow misread this, you'd have the opportunity to cut him off right then and there. Of course, he didn't and you don't.

Right as your lips are about to touch, the loud thunder startles you both and you stop short. He expects you to pull away and move on, like how the characters always seem to do in every cliche movie he's ever seen, (not unlike the one you're watching now), but of course that's silly. You just laugh quietly and lean back in to give him a proper kiss.

After that, you lean on Bob's shoulder and, in spite of the awful loud screaming and tense music blaring from the tv, you both fall asleep. You may have missed the last 20 minutes of the movie, but you got what you wanted tonight. You got to play into the fun, creepy vibe of the evening, you got Bob to spend an hour and a half with you, and you got a kiss. Bob's happy, too, because it is now abundantly clear what the nature of your relationship is.

Bucky was right; you absolutely did forget about all those candles you lit. He ends up walking around the tower and blowing them out himself. When he finds you and Bob on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms, he just smiles to himself, turns the tv off, and goes right to bed.

#thunderbolts*#thunderbolts x reader #bob reynolds #bob x gn!reader #bob reynolds x reader #bob x reader #x reader #asks

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lostbookmark · 2 months ago

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Gore (Horror Movie), Smoking, Use Of Word Slut. Grieving

With your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration, you press the blue painters tape along the ceiling with as much precision as possible. Your mother had agreed to let Nicky paint his room, but of course, she had to have the final say. She quickly vetoed the colors that she didn't like. Dark blues and black were pushed aside as she gave him the options of Serene Green and Pastel Yellow. Needless to say, Serene Green was the winner. It wasn't awful. Nope. In fact, you actually like the color, but it didn't exactly scream that a teenager lived there. You don't think that he cares, though. It was just nice to see his room start to come to life.

“These brushes are nice,” you dad says from the step ladder as he paints a perfect line just under your tape. His hand was completely steady, and he probably didn't even need you to tape off the room. “Where did you get these?”

“Oh, one of your new potential vendors gave me some,” you say casually, causing your parents to give you a look. “What?”

“He just gave them to you?” Your mom asks. “He should have given them to your father or even Elly for that matter.”

“Well, maybe, I might have flirted a little bit with him,” you admit. “But look, it got us some good brushes.”

“Do you think you could flirt for some rollers?” Your dad asks jokingly, making your mom throw a water bottle at him. “I'm kidding. Unless, she really can. The good ones are expensive.”

“You can't do that, Y/N,” your mom scolds. “You need to keep things professional at work. How do you think that makes you look? How that makes you father look?”

“She gets it from you,” your dad cuts in while still painting his perfect line of Serene Green.

“Absolutely not,” she disagrees.

“Should I recount the story of when we first met?” He asks, smiling over his shoulder at her. “I believe it was when I was working for my own father.”

Your mother gives him a look and walks out of the bedroom. You laugh, throwing down your blue tape roll and watch as it rolls across the room. Climbing down your own ladder, you sit on Nicky's bed that was moved to the center of the bedroom. “Don't let her get to you. She means well.”

“I'm not so sure,” you say, watching him as he climbs down and approaches you.

“How are you doing, kiddo? Do you need any money? Food?” He asks, squatting in front of you. “You two aren't going hungry, right?”

“No, things have been good?” You say, giving him a small smile.

“Just give her some time, kiddo,” he says. “Things are hard for everyone. Emotions are really high, but you know that I won't let anything happen. Nicky isn't going anywhere.”

“I know,” you agree.

“Just try to keep some sort of peace between the two of you.” he tells you. “I know you two haven't really ever gotten along over the years, but she loves you. After what happened to you…”

“When will the room be done?” You ask, changing the subject. “I think Chris and Elly are bringing him back in a couple of hours. I would like to have everything done and the room put back together by then.”

“Yeah,” your dad says quietly as he studies you sadly. “We’ll get it done.”

You walk to the opposite side of the room, grabbing a paint roller to distract you. You don't like to talk about your past. If you don't talk about it, then you can almost pretend like it never happened. You watch as the roller spreads the green paint across the wall. Up and down, you drag it over the smooth surface repeatedly, covering any blotchiness that you created.

Up and down.

Up and down, as if everything was perfectly fine.

Up and down.

Nothing was all right.

Up, down and repeat.

Ignore and pretend.

Repeat.

You pick the stubborn green paint from out underneath your fingernails as you sit on the bleachers waiting for practice to start. Nicky, with as much enthusiasm as a teenage boy could muster, he thanked everyone for painting his room when he saw it. That night, you two sat down, ordering him shelves and an entertainment center that he liked. You told him that the choice was his to unpack his things or you could go shopping to decorate his room with brand new things. He asked to think about it. You hope he chooses his things that were boxed up in his closet. Things that once brought him comfort and held happy memories. You don't want him to be scared of those memories. Memories of his mom and dad. Memories that you don’t want him to forget. That was the last thing you wanted.

Giving up on your nails, you yawn. For once, you were one of the first adults in the gym, and it was boring. You'll have to make sure that it never happens again. Resting your elbow on your knee, you place your chin in your hand. You contemplate closing your eyes when the door opens loudly and both coaches walk in. You watch as Coach Min gives you a double take before looking down at his watch. Raising an eyebrow at you, he nods in satisfaction that you were actually there before him. You roll your eyes in response, making him laugh silently. You're so happy that you amused him. At least one of you was amused. All you were was tired.

“We need to decide where to meet for dinner tonight,” Ara speaks up during the middle of practice. “Any suggestions?”

“LUXE EAST,” a mom that you don't care to learn her name suggests. “They have the best wine choices.”

“That's probably too expensive for….some,” Ara says, and you can feel their stares turn to look at you.

“Ara,” Mark says warningly as he makes eye contact with you.

“What? I'm just trying to be thoughtful,” she says innocently. “Maybe we should stick to McDonald's.”

“You can take your fake concern and shove it,” you say, looking over your shoulder at her trying to act unbothered. “I'm not going anywhere with you anyway.”

“You have to,” she smirks. “It's a part of your responsibility as a parent on our team.”

“It's when we decide who's in charge of getting signs made, t-shirts made. You know, things like that,” Mark explains.

Mark was nice. You didn't want to be a bitch to him. Instead, you completely turn away from him and look at the group of women behind you. You wonder if they ever heard the word no before. You doubt it. Their aura screams spoiled. You are sure that they were the type of woman who always got what they wanted.

“I'd rather pull my eyelashes out one by one than go anywhere with you,” you say, standing up and giving her a fake smile. “Go team!”

Walking down the steps of the bleachers, you step onto the floor and head for the door. Well, you attempted to, that is. Coach Min's arm shot out, almost hitting you with his clipboard, stopping your escape.

“Where are you going?” He asks, eyes never leaving the boys on the court.

“Bathroom. Is that alright with you?” You ask, sarcastically. “Do I need a hall pass?”

He doesn't answer as he drops his arm, letting you pass by. Continuing on, you leave the gym and walk down the hall a little ways until you come to the girls' bathroom. Looking around, you notice frosted windows above a small ledge. You smile, climbing up on the counter, and you hold your breath as you pop the window open. You freeze for a moment, waiting to see if you set an alarm off. Thankfully, there was nothing.

Reaching into your bag, you pull out a singular cigarette and lighter. You haven't smoked in years. You had carried the little cancer stick around as a reminder that you were stronger than the bad habit. You were stronger now than your past self, but every now and then, you doubt yourself and your strength. Even though you don't show it, you have your limits, and right now, you are way past them. Maybe Ara and the others that pushed you into caving in. Maybe it was the conversation with your dad. Maybe you were never strong, like you thought.

Fuck it!

Bringing the cigarette to your lips, you light it, inhaling the disgusting chemicals that burn your lungs as you breathe it in. Turning your head toward the window, you blow out the smoke, trying not to cough. You're disappointed. You're not sure what you were hoping to feel, but the cigarette did not give it to you. Maybe you were hoping for a rush of dopamine. Maybe you were looking for a sense of calm and peace, but you got nothing. You still feel tense. You still feel weighed down. The nightmares will still be there when you close your eyes at night. Everything is exactly the same. Except now, you probably smell like an ashtray.

You don't bother with another puff. Snuffing the cigarette out, you close the window and hope down off the counter. Flushing the evidence, you walk back into the gym like nothing happened.

Sitting further away from the group, you take your earlier position. Elbow on knee, chin in hand, you wait. You wait, like you have been waiting almost every day since Nicky came into your life full time. You need to learn to have patience because waiting felt like torture. Maybe your mom was right all along. Maybe you weren't equipped to handle this type of life. The mom life. You need to change. Unfortunately, you don't know how to change, but you need to figure it out.

Fast.

“What's the temperature you need to store hot food at?” Coach Min throws at you as you remain unmoving, waiting for your nephew as practice ends and everyone filters out of the gym.

“220 degrees,” you answer automatically, looking up at him as he looms over you, looking down at you.

It was a lie. You didn't know the answer, but you sure answered him with as much confidence as you could muster. He stares at you through narrowed eyes, scrutinizing your answer. You are sure he knows that you have yet to look over the paper he gave you on food safety practices.

“You don't know, do you?” He asks, calling your bluff and confirming what you thought.

“If that's wrong, then what's the answer?” You ask back. He chuckles and looks away from you. This time, you were the one to narrow your eyes as you study him. Standing up from your seat, you stare at him with astonishment. “You don't know either,” you accuse, pointing your finger at him.

“Of course I do,” he scoffs, crossing those arms of his. “I've been doing this for years.”

“Then what is it?” You ask, mimicking his stance.

“It's…..in the paper I gave you so you better learn it,” he answers and walks away from you. You shake your head as you watch him walk away and pat Nicky on the back as he passes him.

That motherfu…..chucker!

A/C is not working. Bring extra water.

Damn. The text that came through the team app did not lie. The gym was hot and stuffy as you entered through the double doors. A wall of heat from inside almost stops you in your tracks as it hits you in the face, wanting to tempt you into running your ass back to your car.

It just felt gross.

Nicky waves at you from where he was stretching on the court. You raise the water bottle in your hand in the air, indicating that you bought him an extra one. He points to his belongings sitting on an empty set of bleachers. You nod, walking over. You find his things easily and place his extra water down before joining the parents.

It's gotten easier the last few practices. Coming here almost every day is still just as awful, but keeping your head down and not paying attention to certain people made the time more bearable. It helps that you have been bringing your earbuds to drown out their yapping mouths, but unfortunately, today, you were in too big of a hurry to change. You forgot to grab them. Instead of an audio book or music, you had to listen to the squeaking shoes, whistles, and the yapping of the mothers mouths. Today, you just try to focus on the boys doing…whatever it was that they were doing, but the yappers wouldn't shut up.

“I need a new formal dress,” one of them says. “Hubby and I have dinner with his idiot boss next weekend.”

“At least you're able to get a new one. My husband says I have too many dresses that I don't need another one,” a new voice chimes in. “How ridiculous is that? He can buy a new boat, but I can't have a new dress.”

Dear god, you think as you roll your eyes. You wish those were the only problems you had.

“There's plenty of shops you can go to. Just don't shop where she does,” your shoulders stiffen as you fight the urge to turn around. You just know that the comment was directed at you. “Hey, you.”

“What?” You question, not even bothering to look over your shoulder at them.

“You should go and change,” Ara tells you.

You look down at yourself. You didn’t think the pair of cut-off shorts and a black and white striped tank top that you were wearing would be considered inappropriate. Your ass wasn't hanging out, and your boobs were where they belonged. If she thought this was bad, then she was faint if she saw what else you had in your closet.

“If your son can't keep his eyes to himself, then maybe you should teach him better,” you snap at her as you finally look at her. She, as always, was wearing too much makeup. You hoped that she would sweat it off and look like a drowned rat by the end of practice. “That's your problem, not mine.”

“Well if you didn't dress like a slut to begin with then we wouldn't have a problem,” Ara tells you with a sharp look. Her scowls have become harsher since you refused to go to the meeting with them, but nothing was ever said to you.

“What did you call me,” you demand ever so calmly, fully turning your body around to look at her.

“You heard me,” she smirks as her glossy lips shine under the gym lights.

“Say it again,” you say, standing up, but it only makes her laugh. “FUCKING SAY IT AGAIN BITCH!.”

“WHOA!” Coach Min says, blowing his whistle as he turns swiftly to see what the commotion was. “Get down here now.”

You don't listen as your eyes continue to zero in on Ara, your number one enemy at the moment. You don't plan on backing down. Ara's glossy little smile drops as she studies you when she realizes that you're not backing down. Good. Very good. You haven't fought anyone since high school, but you're sure you still have what it takes to kick her ass.

“Fucking say it again,” you growl, getting closer into her space, making her back up in her seat.

Yup, you still got it.

“Y/N, get down here now,” Coach Min demands, but again, you don't pay him any mind. Footsteps ascend the wooden stairs, and a hand grabs your arm, trying to pull you away. “Now.” You shake him off and follow him down the bleachers. “Three practice suspension,” he tells you as he points to the doors.

“I thought they needed a guardian here at all times,” you say smartly, testing his patience.

“Do you want to make it 6?” He asks, eyes hard as he studies you.

You look over to Nicky, who, like the rest of the boys, was watching the commotion that you were a part of. You shouldn't make such a scene in front of him. Squinting your eyes in a glare, you turn from him to head for the doors. However, before your feet actually were able to take off, you looked back at the smug woman, whose smirk was right back on her face. Staring directly at her, you flip her off with your hand held high for everyone to see.

“Jesus christ,” you hear Coach Min mutter.

Stomping out of the gym, you walk back to your car, slamming your door loudly after you climb in. Swearing at the top of your lungs, you hit the steering wheel with the heel of your hand. You can feel the burning of tears start to well behind your eyes. Rubbing them harshly, you stop them before they fully form. With a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart, you lean forward, pressing your forehead against the steering wheel, you exhale. 1….2….3… you slowly count as you focus on the rising of your chest. 4…5…6… Finally, you can feel your heart rate slow.

Your whole life, you were a wild child. Your brothers were steller students, great athletes, and never had detention. You, on the other hand, practically lived there. You never talked back to teachers, but boy, did the other students piss you off. You weren't one to back down when someone was running their mouth about you. Maybe you did it for attention. Your parents were always busy going into your teen years. Supporting you and your siblings plus Nicky and your sister-in-law, it was a lot. They both worked a lot, and their time at home was stretched thin with all the responsibilities in the household.

Unfortunately, you never really grew out of the rebelliousness. You were responsible around Nicky when you were with him, but otherwise, you didn't care. Skipping school, sneaking out, all became routine for you. Your self-esteem wasn't the best and sought attention from the wrong type of men as you grew older. Men, who would frequent the shady little bar you worked at. Who knew all the right things to say to draw in and make you fall in love with them. You fell for it every time, and every time you paid the price.

You were angry. You were angry when they would call you names. They made you feel bad and tore you down. You couldn't fight back. You tried once, and it didn't work out so well. You promised yourself that you would never let anyone make you feel like again. Make you feel insecure, weak. Make you feel like you were always…..wrong. You close your eyes, trying to convince yourself that you did nothing wrong. You shake your head slightly. You didn't do anything. Nope, you didn't do anything wrong. You stood up for yourself like anyone would. You didn't do anything wrong back then, and you didn't do anything wrong now. You hope that if you keep repeating it, you might actually start to believe it.

The car door opening has you looking over at Nicky from where you lay your head on the headrest of your seat. You let him throw his bag in the back seat and buckle himself in before you speak.

“I'm sorry,” you tell him softly. “I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“I know what she called you. All the moms were laughing about it,” he tells you. “It's not fair that you got into trouble, but they don't.”

“I know,” you agree, nodding your head.

“I don't want to come back tomorrow,” he says, looking down at his hands in his lap. “I don't even like playing with half of them. Especially her son, he's a shithead.”

“Watch it! You can't quit,” you say, shaking your head at him. “Isn't like the number one rule for these things? You can’t let your team down. What's that saying? Never give up, never….something.”

“Coach is headed this way,” he tells you, and you follow his line of sight out the windshield. Everything in you hardens once more as you watch the blonde man make his way over to your car.

“The fuck he is,” you mutter under your breath.

You quickly start your car, throwing it in drive, taking off out of the parking lot with squealing tires. Absolutely not. There was no way you were going to talk to that man. If Nicky changes his mind about wanting to play, you'll have to send Chris or Elly to take your place. You know they would do it in a heartbeat, but as of right now…you're done.

《Chapter Four》

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spiceofvy · 1 year ago

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SKZ - Reader getting hurt during Sex

cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, comfort, no angst, reader getting hurt, slight dom!Chan, minor mentions of blood (Minho, Felix), bottom reader (Minho, Hyunjin, Jeongin), slight dom!Changbin, Changbin underestimating his strength, slight dom!Hyunjin, mentions of bondage and shibari (Hyunjin), forgetting to check your rope (Hyunjin), reader going to the ER (Felix, but it's nothing dramatic I promise), Jeongin having a big dick

Chan: One day he tried to do this cool movie thing where he shoves you against the wall while making out with you, completely forgetting that he needs to shield the back of your head. So you just hit the back of your head against the wall behind you, wincing in pain. It doesn't hurt too bad but still enough to push a stray tear to your eye. He is so sorry and mad at himself apologizing over and over. He will make it up to you, on his knees if you let him.

Minho: It was during one of his favorite activities, mirror sex. He pushes you against the cold surface, making you look at yourself as you are just about to come, when suddenly there is a sharp edge underneath your fingers. It's not a deep cut, just a few droplets of blood but enough for him to kinda freak out and immediately getting you a bandaid. Moving the two of you to the bed where he worships the hell out of you, treating you like you are made of glass.

Changbin: The two of you were just going at it as Changbin decides to be a little bit more dominant, holding your wrists above your head. It feels good until he suddenly grabs you just a little bit too tightly, squeezing your wrists too tight accidentally. Making you let out the tiniest whine of pain. He is shocked about the situation and immediately gets ice for you. He feels terrible and after the first pain is gone which really wasn't that bad he does need some reassurance.

Hyunjin: He definitely enjoys some artsy bondage or even Shibari. In the heat of the moment he forgets to tightness check one of the ropes and so while he fucks you, you get some slight rope burn. You quickly tell him, and he immediately unties you. In the end it's only slightly red and you aren't hurt. But he still feels terrible and the next few times he double-checks all his rope so you don't get hurt again.

Jisung: Jisung is a friend of many positions. Including many positions during one session. Always trying something new, some even including some low key acrobatic movements. Until he suddenly pushes your leg in a weird direction sending a short pinch of pain through your body. Nothing too bad but he still feels like a monster leading to the two of you only having missionary sex for some while.

Felix: Felix is a biter in bed, and it's cute honestly. He wasn't even aware of it until you once pointed out the bite marks to him. Sometimes they are on your lips, your neck or maybe even your thighs. Just some faint dark marks in your skin that heal within days. But one day while he cums he bites your shoulder a bit too hard, drawing blood. And he absolutely freaks out. He heard horror stories about how dangerous human bites can be so he immediately takes you to the ER. Where he very shyly explains to the doctors what happened.

Seungmin: When the two of you came home you couldn't get your hands off each other, messily making out, undoing each other's clothes uncaring if a button goes astray or a zipper breaks. You two were lost in the heat clawing at each other for release. You were just wiggling out of your own pants when suddenly one of your legs got stuck and you fell backwards, onto the ground. Seungmin stares at you confused before he bursts out in laughter, helping you up and carrying you to your bed.

Jeongin: I think we all know that Jeongin has a huge dick. And that he is not the most experienced out of the bunch. So one time you guys were really excited to go at it. But he still took his time prepping you, making sure you are relaxed and ready for him. Or at least so you two thought, turns out you both kinda underestimated just how big he was, and when he enters you you feel the short painful pinch of stretching too fast. Of course he slows down, worried that he could have hurt you too much. How cursed our baby is with his big dick.

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blueberri-blu · 7 months ago

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Learning You...

Raph ♡

[Bayverse] Slowly getting to know Raph ♡

Leo ♡⁠˖ Donnie ♡⁠˖ Mikey ♡⁠˖

Meeting him...

He rescues you from some foot soldiers wanting to get some extra cash

At first, he's angry, thinking you'll run off

He's already on the defense, immediately saying "What! Yer not gonna thank the monster that saved ya?"

You just look up at him in surprise and say "well I was going to until you got all passive aggressive"

And he tries to suppress his shock that

1, you're talking to him,

2 you weren't scared of him and

3, that you talked back to him

Raph just sorta half laughs at you and says "Well shit, ya got me there doll"

He "begrudgingly" walks you home

And after that you ask for his number, which he gives

Befriending Him

You two are sass and sass

Always going at one another, you are much calmer however

He'll invite you to train with him (lifting weight, etc.)

Whenever he gets mad, he'll go to you to vent

You may even get a punching bag for your apartment so he can vent and punch

You put him in his place whenever goes overboard with the insults

Or you give him a genuine hurr look and he'll stop

I personally think Raph cooks very well

So he'll try out recipes with you

Not around his brothers tho, so they don't see him all soft

He might teach you how to knit

As one of his only friends, he wants you safe even if he won't admit it

So, he'll teach you some basic self defense skills, and let you use them on him

All in all, as a friend, it takes time for Raph to trust you, but once he does, he is an absolute sweetheart (most of the time)

First Date

These sessions of self defense usually include

Lingering stares

Bashfully looking away

and Blushing at the smallest of touch

These drive Raph absolutely insane

His confession probably takes place when you two are blowing off steam sparring together

You walked into the layer a bit upset, having had a bad day

And when you got the, Raph was already pissed

(he has been trying to think of ways to ask you out, and his brothers ideas aren't good enough)

So, you two are sparring and you start getting up close and personal

Finally, Raph ends up pinning you down

And you see just how mad he is, so you ask him about it

And in the heat of the moment he just yells

"Can't find a good fucking date to take you on!"

You both freeze

Raph is shitting bricks, having gone pale and has a face of utter horror

You are just as shocked and staring at him, overwhelmed

You finally move to close the space

And give him a kiss on the cheek with, "Well, I recently took a trip to Joanna, so we could hang at my place, watch movies and knit"

Raph feels as though the weight of the world was just lifted off of him, he is in complete disbelief, but accepts

He comes to your home 15 minutes early with his needles

He greets you a little awkwardly and asks to borrow your kitchen, you let him

And he makes the absolute best dish ever

As you eat you pick a series to watch (hells kitchen)

And as you two eat, you and Raph yell at the TV and criticize along with Gordon Ramsey

Once your done eating you each start knitting

Or you watch him knit

At the end of the night, he's done with his little project

It's a little tapestry knitted to look like his mask framed

He helps you hang it up

And gives you a goodnight kiss good bye

After this, he is all but floating back to the lair, just content that you share his feelings

Dating Him

As long as you've been able to cultivate a proper and close friendship with him before you start dating, he isn't as rough around the edges as you'd think

There are somethings he still hasn't told you

But those will come with time and patience

Dating Raph means Actions > Words

Although he'll call you things like Doll, Doll face, Babe, and even Sweetheart (in private)

He mainly shows his love through trying to solve your problems, similar to donnie

And really appreciates quality time

And from you, he'd really appreciate words of affirmation

Raph wants you to not only tell him, but show him you really love him

Private cuddles and sweet nothing's are his favorite

You laying on his chest while he knits

Him cooking your favorite meal to take for lunch

If you ever need help with heavy lifting, he near teleports to you

Can't open a jar? He's there Can't seem to lift the couch to mop? He's there Wanna rearrange your furniture? He's there

Even though Raph acts like he is bothered, he takes pride in taking care of you

He wants you to know just how meaningful you are to him

And if you stay up late enough while you two cuddle

You'll hear him express just how much you mean to him

"I know I don't say this often but, to me yer irreplaceable. Nobody makes me feel the way you make me feel. It's like ya have some sort of calming spell around ya. I really appreciate ya sweetheart"

#bluberri writes #bayverse raph x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt raph #raphael #tmnt #tmnt bayverse raphael #Spotify

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malformed-encephalon · 1 month ago

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☆ACTIVITIES FOR INSYS PARTNERS!

okay i promise we'll make the new scp layout for our tumblr soon, it'll just be a while😭 anyways! we decided to make a list of things for insys partners to do when fronting (coming from two alters who've been together for over a year!)

to make things easier, i (🎩 proxy) will be writing in plain white, and my partner (🕯 proxy) will be using blue.

we have also made sure that polyamorous partners will also be capable of doing all the things in this list. whilst we are not poly ourselves, we understand others very well may be.

singing with eachother! be it by taking turns with each verse, picking songs for eachother to sing, singing different characters in songs with multiple characters, etcetera, singing is something we do a lot! (we did it a few minutes ago :D)

making a music playlist together! with us, we made a playlist together full of love songs/songs that remind us of eachother and the relationship we have

write poems for/with eachother! you could write separate poems, you could work together to make a poem, or you could write one stanza each about eachother until it's a full poem

helping eachother to get through work you have for the day. if you attend school, you could change who the main fronter is every lesson. if you have work, you could change every hour or so. overall, take fronting shifts, and when you aren't the main fronter, stay in co-front to talk to eachother. we find it makes the day pass far quicker whilst also motivating us. if you have a frontspace, you can also interact with eachother throughout the day/when you aren't the main fronter. with us, we'll occasionally share kisses, and since we have a sofa in our frontspace, we'll either sit next to eachother, or on the other's lap.

making food together! you could bake, cook, or do anything really :) a personal favorite of ours is sandwiches and soup!

watching something together. you could watch a tv show, a movie, a video, a series, anything that comes to mind. we personally enjoy watching analog horror together. and laughing when the other gets scared. that too.

playing games together is a good one! you could switch players every few minutes/hours depending on the game, or switch players every time you die. that or you can have one person play as the other talks to them/advises them on what to do (this goes for every activity!)

drawing yourselves together is a nice one aswell! you could draw yourselves together in an actual art piece, or just as doodles (we're planning on drawing ourselves as cats later so we can have matching profiles, tell us if you wanna see!) you can also draw eachother if you're fronting alone and are missing them

match profiles! if you use any logging/proxy tool, you can make your bios, layouts, banners, pfps and all that lot match :D we have matching layouts, banners, quotes, and plan on having matching profiles.

this list will grow when we think of more, have fun!

-🎩 & 🕯

#encephalon sys #endos dni #anti endo #did system #non traumagenic dni #pro endo dni #osddid #endos fuck off #anti endogenic #system #insys partners #insys relationships #insys relationship tips

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c4tluver02 · 4 months ago

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Family Video

a/n: haiiii this is my very first pic ive everrrrr written so im sorry if its awful and boring!!!!! if there's anything I can improve on pls let me know!! also id love any requests you guys have! <333 enjoy

summery: after just moving to Hawkins you decided a movie is in order. but when looking for a movie you notice the boy at the counter just can't stop staring at you!

no warnings!

wc: 1k

All Steve could do was roll his eyes. Robin went on a date with Vickie last night and it was simply all she could talk about.

“Robin of course she likes you, she asked you on the date. Vickie wouldn't do that if she didn't mean it.” Steve says somewhat listening in and out of what feels like hours long of the same topic.

“Well this isn't something I can mess up, I mean what if I was too forward or I rambled I mean you know I can ramble!”

Steve sighs as he puts tapes back into their spot after they had been returned. “Listen Rob, I can promise you VIckie likes you for you and your rambling. There's nothing you need to be worried about.” He says trying to end this conversation and get back to working in peace.

Truth be told Steve was having trouble in the dating department. If you would have told King Steve that he would have trouble even holding a conversation with girls he wouldn't believe you. Yet here he was listening to everyone tell him their love life and him having nothing to say back.

“Steve you don't get it VIckie is perfect in every sense of the word. I mean what if-” Robin gets cut off as the bell above the door rings signaling a new customer and Steve couldn't be more thankful.

You walked in feeling eyes on you, almost like you had interrupted a conversation. You walk towards the comedy section in hopes of finding something interesting to fill your weekend with.

As you start to look around, you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look up you notice the boy at the counter swiftly turning his head the other way. You smile to yourself at his attempt of making it look like he wasn't staring. You then walk to the drama aisle. You're not really sure what type of movie you're looking for but it's almost as if the counter boy can read your mind.

“Hey, um, is there anything you need help with?” Steve says with a kind smile on his face as he walks over to you.

“Hi! Yes, actually some help would be great. I am not really sure what movie to watch.. Do you have any, uh, suggestions?” You say not sounding as confident now that the cute boy is standing right in front of you

Steve's eyes lit up at the request, the thought of being helpful to such a pretty girl had his heart pounding.

“Of course, do you have any genres of movie you like?” Steve asks, trying to learn any bit of information he could about you.

“I definitely like romance movies, comedy, horror, and drama of course I guess I'm not really picky when it comes to genres.” It wasn't until you noticed that you and Steve were both completely stopped in the middle of the aisle that you probably could have just said comedy and he could have found a movie no problem. Steve didn't mind your long answer though, he liked that you were so open to talk. He guides you both to the comedy section and pulls out a movie.

“Ok we have this movie, it just came out and we've gotten great consumer reviews on it” He says with a smile that's probably a little too wide for just helping a customer pick out a movie.

You look at the movie he's picked and it happens to be one you've seen before but you don't have the heart to tell him that. He looks proud to give you a good recommendation along with his help so you take the movie from his hands and smile at him.

“Perfect! I probably would have been looking in here forever trying to find something without your help!” you say with a smile not really wanting this conversation to end.

It almost seems like Steve doesn't either, or maybe you just aren't good at hiding your emotions as he says

“Hey uh, how come I haven't seen you around here before?” Steve says hoping he's not coming off too forward the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away.

You stand in front of him with wide eyes not knowing exactly what to say. You knew this town was small and being new will probably have a few others asking why they didn't know of you.

“Oh, I just moved here about a week ago. I am just trying to scope out some places and I thought a movie night would be comforting.” You say as you twirl your hair in your hands, a nervous habit you have.

Steve nods wishing he could ask you a million more questions. There was something so intriguing about you. He wants to know where you lived before coming here, or better yet why you decided to move here out of all the places. Trying to come off nonchalant and cool, Steve pops the question that you weren't expecting.

“Anyone helping you move, friend, or maybe boyfriend?” Steve looks at you with big eyes and a calm demeanor trying to pull out his King Steve persona even though his night will be utterly ruined if the answer isn't no.

You blush lightly at his question but just enough for Steve to notice. “Nope, no boyfriend helping. I moved out here alone so packing has been slower for sure.” You say you are trying to sound cool despite the fact you are single and have no clue what you are doing moving and starting a new life all on your own.

Steve's shoulders release a tension he didn't even know he was holding. A breath of relief comes out right and as Steve opens his mouth to say something back-

“Hey are you ready to check out?” Robin says walking up to you guys noticing you have a movie picked out.

You look between her and Steve blinking as reality comes crashing down on you. This guy has a job and she probably needs him to get back to it. Not standing here talking to you for forever. You walk up to the counter and see that Steve is gonna be the one checking you out.

You pay for the movie as you and Steve sit in a comfortable silence. Before you leave you thank him.

“Thanks for all you help… Steve?” You say reading out his name tag on his vest.

But Steve just loves the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. He wishes you could say it again. It’s as if an angel just spoke to him. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, it's all perfection. He can't believe that someone so perfect is right in front of him. Like cupid shot him directly in the heart. As you blink in front of him waiting for a response he finally answers.

“Yea.. Steve! And if you want to come back and let us know what you thought of the movie you're more than welcome to!” Steve says with excitement blowing his nonchalant cover a bit.

You gleam at his invitation even though you both know you'll have to come back to return the movie anyways. Yet you don't mention it or try to mess with him about it. You simply smile and nod.

“Got it, I'll be back soon for the review!” You say as you grin from ear to ear just by looking at the boy in front of you as you open the door to leave.

Once you get in your car Steve turns around and sighs. Robin looks directly at him with eyes squinted and a smirk.

“What?” Steve asks confused with her stare

“I saw you have heart eyes for her..” Robin says, poking him in his shoulder repeatedly.

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes pushing her hand away, “I was just helping out a customer buckley. Can a man not do that?” He bites back sarcastically.

“Mhm sure, I guess so.” Robin says back with a smirk on her face as Steve turns around knowing this isn't just some customer.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #stranger things au #blurb

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kotoryba · 4 days ago

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#I have an idea but no time: Shang Qinghua used the mushroom body for himself (and sorry, Cucumber-bro!)

Ok, let's suppose, that SQH, knowing that Luo Binghe has already left the Abyss and according the plotline, has defeated Mobei-jun, decides that SQQ isn't now in danger with LBH (because...well, this version of protagonist doesn't want to hurt his shizun. In a classic way 😏). And very soon he will be free from Water Prison. So...how about a little helping self-sacrificing ritual, just as in the movies? His fate would be the tragic in other way (killed by MBJ); no, sorry, he want to live a little bit longer in this world!

So, SQH fixed LBH qi-deviation with his core detonation (idk, maybe with the sleeping potion or whatever). And "died". Break the plot, yeah.

After 5 years SQH awakes in the sands. In the new, qi-filled plant-mushroom body and with his old not-so-perfect face from the previous world. Hooray, he is safe and free now! And can leave the double boring paperwork and logistic stuff behind. And MBJ beatings (a little sad, but anyway). He could become the free writer again!

Ok, not so free. He settles in a little bordeline town and became a story teller first. Ofc, his stories aren't perfect, but passionate and vivid, the audience like them very much (especially for numerous exotic papapa scenes). Happy, calm and decent life...for some time.

It's not a strange thing to meet the demons on the streets of bordeline towns. SQH is sure: even MBJ couldn't recognise him now. The same for Sha Hualing...who arrived in the restaurant hall one evening and simply ordered "catch him!".

What? "The good source of vital energy for the body"? Sorry...what body did you mention just now?

And now he was in Frost Palace. In the qi-draining array. Looking in horror on his own old body in the frozen sarcophagus. And on the dangerously calm MBJ (who just freezed to death some servant, who dared to peek in the ritual room). So...MBJ is a mad White-Frost Demon Lord from the scary folk stories? Really? Thanks to the mushroom body, he's unlimited in qi. But... what now? What he can do?

One day SQQ visits the Frost Palace as a summoned expert in rituals. He supposes, that SQH can be alive and in the new body somewhere (this traitor! Even his sacrifice doesn't give him the right to transfer all responsibility for broken plot line on his reader! Even the health of his dear husband...ok, SQQ is grateful, but anyway angry!). He's not happy about "human qi-source" in array. And obviously not happy to recognise SQH in that source!

MBJ plans to make everything possible and impossible for SQH resurrection (no one knows why, but no one dare to refuse him). LBH agreed to help him to do it because he owed SQH his life (and his husband). And other two scheming "scum villlains" desperately try to untangle this situation (without SQH incognito breaking). And Cang Qiong peak lords press on SQQ to return the body of their peer from demons.

Why System messed up TLJ in this plot? Who knows, maybe for old plot line resurrection? Or simply as a help to poor story teller from the most devouted listener? Who knows? 😜

#writing prompt #i have an idea but not time #mxtx svsss #svsss au #svsss fanfiction #svsss #writing inspiration #writing ideas #shang qinghua #mobei jun #moshang #fake death #role swap au #role switching

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illusioninfnty · 8 months ago

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Oil Me Up!

જ⁀➴ Masseuse : Day 11

feat. Bo Sinclair ᯓ★ You've received a gift certificate for a free massage at the sketchy parlor down the road! Hopefully there aren't any weirdos working there!

warnings! : NSFW 18+, non canon au, inappropriate use of massage oils, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, this is so unserious guys

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

Your hand clenches around the flimsy paper card in your hand, trying desperately to ignore the pats on your back and the congrats from your various coworkers. You stare down the company’s ultimate bingo prize that you had won.

A gift certificate to the sketchy massage parlor down the road.

Seriously? This was all your shitty bosses could invest in for a mandatory bonding activity?

You feel a migraine coming on as you force a smile on your face that you’re sure looks more like a grimace and weave your way out of your crowd, away from the assholes you work with.

When the weekend hits, you find yourself utterly bored and unmotivated. You should probably get some laundry done, but your back is aching and you really don’t feel like getting up and doing any sort of manual labor.

As you lay in bed, your mind drifts to the gift certificate. You rummage through your purse that hangs on your nightstand, eventually pulling out the crumpled up paper. You contemplate whether or not you should go before realizing that you really don’t give a shit.

Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen? At least you’re getting a free massage out of it.

You manage to roll yourself out of bed and put on clothes that make you look presentable, fumbling for your keys and making the quick drive to the parlor, an almost identical route that you take to work.

Your nose scrunches as you really get a good look at the place. It looks a lot dingier up close. The walls are rusted and covered in moss, and the sign is barely visible, clearly not having been updated since before you were born. The space looks way too tiny for a massage parlor to be run inside of it, and you can find the door half open, looking as though it’s broken and can’t be closed.

You snort, wondering which poor intern your bosses sent in here to fetch them the gift certificate.

The door creaks loudly as you pull it open causing you to wince. You really weren’t in the mood to deal with a migraine today.

“Hello?” You call out, immediately cringing by how you sound like one of those horror movie victims.

You hear some rustling in the back office, and then the loud footsteps of what seems to be workman’s boots. An odd choice for a masseuse parlor, but you weren’t surprised if this place had some oddballs working in it.

Suddenly a man emerges from the office, and you’re shocked to be greeted by a tall man wearing what seems to be a mechanic’s jumpsuit.

Now, were you a real nice sight for Bo’s eyes.

He hadn’t laid his eyes on something as pretty in ages as you in ages, if he wasn’t counting that meaty hot dog he ate last night.

He whistles at you. “Well, hello there, gorgeous, what can I do for you today?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, and Bo can’t help but be turned on a lil’ bit at your feistiness. “If you fucking worked here, you’d know I was here for a massage.” You hold up a small piece of paper between your pointer and middle finger. “And a free one, at that.”

Bo raises an eyebrow at the paper, snatching it from your hands and taking a good look at this. Look, Bo wasn’t the best employee, but he’s pretty sure he would remember if they were giving out free fucking massages. Which they weren’t because this place didn’t have the money for that. He was lucky that he still was getting his biweekly paycheck without it bouncing.

Bo also notices that the word massage on the certificate is missing an s. He hands the card back to you.

“Yeah, that ain’t real.”

Your face drops so comically that Bo almost bursts out laughing.

“The fuck do you mean it’s not real? I won that in bingo!”

Bo sighs. He’s used to people complaining, and even though you’re really hot he isn’t in the mood to argue with anyone today. “Listen lady, you’re lucky that I’m actually here right now and not off—”

“Don’t you listen lady me, you big oaf! I drove all the way out here on my day off to get a free fucking massage that I won fair and square, and now you’re telling me it’s fake? I better be getting this massage one way or another!”

Big oaf? That was a new one for Bo. Usually he was just cursed out by pervy old men coming in looking to get fondled by some chick. Now that he’s thinking about it, he was probably hired in the first place so this place could avoid any sex trafficking allegations.

You look like you’re two seconds away from starting to actually whack at Bo, so he figures he should probably de-escalate the situation and put those VHS training videos from all those years ago to use. “I can still give you that massage, if you really want it.”

You raise an eyebrow. “For free?”

He smirks. “For a different price.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to fuck me for it?”

Bo is surprised by your bluntness, but he thinks that he probably shouldn’t be at this point.

He raises his hands up in faux innocence. “You said it, not me.” You seem to contemplate it for a bit, but probably not as long as you should’ve. “Fine,” you finally say. Bo keeps his cheers in his head. “But you better be a good fuck, or I’m going to be real pissed off.”

You turn to head into the only room that’s opened, walking past Bo. But then you stop and turn your head towards him.

“And no fucking until after the massage.”

You slam the door behind you, presumably to undress and get yourself ready, and Bo takes that as his cue to also get his things prepared—namely his oils and waxes.

His dick throbs thinking about you naked on the table, oiling you all up, laying nice and pliant for him to—

He shakes those thoughts away and ignores his boner, not really wanting to face your wrath for not giving you your massage first.

Massage, then pussy, massage, then pussy…

Bo repeats the mantra in his head until he’s ready to see you naked, not bothering to knock because he really just doesn’t give a shit.

He sees you lying stomach down on the massage table, a towel already covering your ass. Damn, missed opportunity. You look unamused as you scroll through your phone, looking as though you’ve been waiting forever for him when he’s pretty sure it was only a couple of minutes.

“Finally! Feels like I’ve been waiting forever!”

“Sorry, ma’am,” he gives you a toothy grin. “Wanted to make sure I got all the best products for you.” That was complete bullshit, as he just grabbed whichever ones smelt the girliest to him.

You look as though you don’t believe them, but you seem to drop the issue when you put your phone down beside you and rest your head against the cot.

Bo takes that as his cue to begin. He does all the fancy stupid shit that’s required of him before he can start touching you. You don’t seem to mind it too much, your eyes closed and a small smile across your face.

When Bo finally lathers his hands in oil and places them on your backside, he’s pretty sure he knows what heaven feels like now.

Out of all the years of working here, Bo has never felt the touch of a woman. He’s only working when all the old men come in, and most of the time they usually leave once they realize that Bo would be the one massaging them. He’s actually only massaged two people before, and one of them was his boss before that guy just mysteriously vanished.

But hey, he just gets paid by the hour, not the massage.

Bo presses his hands into your back, gliding them up and down in a way that he thinks seems right. He gets you nice and oiled up, paying close attention to your lower back, right where the curve of your ass begins.

“That feels good,” you murmur as he hits a particular spot in the areas he was focusing on.

Bo is surprised, he was hitting that spot because it was the closest he could get to your ass without you questioning it, but hey, if you were giving him the go-ahead he sure as hell was going to take it.

Bo’s cock throbs in its confines as his hands dip lower and lower across your back, grazing your ass momentarily.

He feels you jolt, but you remain silent instead of yelling at him. Bo takes this as his cue to keep going on, his hands traveling down to start kneading your ass. His cock stirs as he hears your faint moans, no doubt trying to hide your sounds from him.

“How ya’ feelin’ now?” he asks, although he’s pretty sure he already knows the answer. He just wants to see if you’ll tell him the truth.

“F-fine, I guess,” you reply, and Bo tuts. Guess you’re playing hard to get. Looks like he’ll have to try a bit harder.

His hands begin to massage you below your ass cheeks, making their way between your thighs. His fingers swipe at your bare pussy, and he’s pleased to find that you’re already wet down there.

“You may be able to lie, but this pussy surely can’t.” Bo chuckles, hearing your intake of breath. He continues to pet your pussy, fingering at your puffy walls, not yet slipping one inside. He enjoys the way your arousal mixes with the oils on his calloused fingers, making it even easier to fondle you all over.

“I thought I said massage first,” you mutter to him weakly.

“Yeah, but you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

Bo barely misses the way your head shakes, a smirk rising to his face as he feels the way his cock pushes against his jumpsuit. “Say it,” he teases.

“...I don’t want you to stop.” You admit to him.

He teases a finger at your slit, relishing in the way you practically jump in your spot when his finger finally penetrates you. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You moan unabashedly, no longer concerned with hiding them considering the way he curls his finger, hitting spots inside of you that haven’t been touched in forever. Your toes curl as he sticks another inside of you, the thick digits deftly exploring your pussy.

The sounds of your wet pussy are like music to Bo’s ears, and his cock reacts accordingly. He could spend all day with his fingers shoved up your hole.

However, his impatience gets the best of him.

He pulls his fingers out of you in favor of undoing his jumpsuit, just enough so that he’s able to pull his cock out, his hard length standing at attention. His tip is red and angry, and he can’t wait to stick it inside of you.

“Already?” You turn your head towards to look at him, an annoyed expression plastered across your face.

“Clearly wet enough for me to stick my cock into. Why the fuck would I wait any longer?”

“Men,” you mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes.

Bo doesn’t really give a shit about your complaints, because he’s about to get his dick wet. He aligns his length with your hole, rubbing it across your oiled-up ass before sticking it inside.

You had the tightest pussy that Bo could remember ever being in. He manages to contain his groans, as he slowly inches himself inside your hole, your walls squeezing him so well.

“Fuck, baby, you’re clenching around me so nicely. Such a greedy pussy you got here,” he hisses, falling into a rhythmic thrust of his hips. The oil allows him to glide nicely, and he squeezes some more onto your backside, letting it drip down both the arch of your back and between your ass cheeks.

“Ah!” You gasp at the new sensation of Bo’s cock inside of you, gripping down on the flimsy table you lay on. “Slow down!”

“Can’t with you sucking me in like this.” His hips meet your ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin reverberating throughout the small room.

As he continues to thrust, he feels you bucking your hips back onto him. The force of you moving against him has you tightening up even more, a feat Bo didn’t realize was possible.

“Shit, yeah, I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts are more erratic now. He throws his head back in pleasure, focusing solely on warmth and tightness of your inner walls as they squeeze his length.

“You better fucking pull out!” you cry out.

As Bo feels his orgasm coming, he manages to pull himself out of your pussy, just enough to see his cum spray onto your back. It travels up your spine with the way your back is arched.

As you’re both panting, recovering from your orgasms, Bo can’t help but to get one last jab in at you.

“Well you got my tip, it’s only fair you give me one. I did provide a service today,” he jeers.

“You’re so fucking gross,” you reply as you stand, choosing not to cover your naked body as you begin to redress yourself. “I came here for a free massage, so you better believe I’m leaving without paying a single cent.”

You walk past him swiftly out the door, his limp cock still hanging out of his pants.

Before you leave the shop, you turn to him one last time, raising your middle finger up. “You didn’t even make me cum, asshole!”

Bo sighs, zipping himself back into his jumpsuit. “Worth a try.”

Man, he fucking hated working a customer service job.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #house of wax x reader #house of wax smut #kinktober #kinktober 2024

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croik · 2 months ago

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Am I an insane person or does Malevolent kind of have like. A thing with queer coded villains. Not in a positive or reclamatory way either; it genuinely reminds me of like, old Disney movies and 2000s anime where all the most evil and inhuman male characters would also be written as campy and effeminate. And it seems like Harlan has no idea that he's doing it which is... interesting...

Like. Kayne is the most obvious example ofc. He's flamboyant and flirty and gives John and Arthur pet names. And at first I really liked it but the more it became clear that Kayne was a major antagonist and not just a mysterious neutral actor the more it started to put a bad taste in my mouth. It honestly still could have been okay if Harlan had maybe leaned more into the idea of Kayne and Arthur being parallels/foils but that ended up not really being a thing at all. Atp in the podcast I just get this really strange vibe where Kayne is simultaneously an incredibly violent, deceptive and predatory individual, and he's being written as basically canonically attracted to Arthur and it just. Seems like those two things are kind of connected. Again maybe I'm seeing things that aren't there but it seems like there are some "predatory creepy gay without boundaries" stereotypes being expressed here.

Similar issue with the Butcher. He actually has the closest to any sort of textual queerness of any Malevolent character, since he "falls in love" with his victims. Ummmm I kind of thought we had progressed past the "gay/queer serial killer who has an erotic fixation on the people he murders" trope. Apparently not. Again Harlan almost does something interesting/subversive by making our Perfect Protagonist have a weird connection/companionship with the Butcher, but in the end it seems like everyone agrees that they didn't actually have that much in common, obviously Arthur is unequivocally morally better than him, and then the Butcher gets his head exploded.

It's been longer since I listened to seasons 1-3 but Larson definitely had some similar queer-coding going on with him, as well as some other minor villains (Kellin comes to mind). It just seems like a pattern of Arthur being contrasted with characters who are not just morally corrupt but also written as (subtextually sexually) predatory or creepy, especially towards Arthur. And then Arthur is disgusted by their unnatural desires and heroically defeats or evades them. I could be making something out of nothing but it just feels... icky.

You are absolutely not an insane person of any caliber, this is something fandom has murmured about for a long time! It is definitely a thing in the show that just about any character that encounters Arthur becomes immediately obsessed with him. When it's an ally, like Noel, Oscar, even Daniel and Alia, they are almost immediately convinced of his goodness and go to great lengths not just to help him, but to reassure him that he's A Good Man (tm). But when it's the villains? It's this invasive flirtatious thing, where they're threatening not just to kill him but to lock him up in their basement or something, intimate tortures and such. (Larson maybe less so - he seems more like Southern Gentleman approach but much less handsy than Kayne and Collins). And then there's Antoine, whooo boy. If Antoine really is meant to be gay, and thus was also gay in Arthur's prime timeline when he was a Supervillain? Yeesh I don't want to think of the connotations from CoC1.

I don't believe it's intentionally homophobic, necessarily. I think these villains all represent pretty common horror tropes from over the decades, and Malevolent just co-ops them without thinking that deeply about it. In the same way that the entrance to the Witch's home is a smelly vagina wall: vagina walls have been gross in horror movies and games forever! It's here because it's a thing that all people find gross, right?? I don't think it's any different to him than shoving Arthur full of maggots, or the guy in Deviser having his fingernails torn off. These are default things people are scared of you can plop into almost any horror plot.

But in 2025 it's not wrong to want a writer to actually think about the greater context of the "things everyone thinks is scary" they put into their work, like straight men being threatened with sexual violence, or old women living in filth. Yes horror has been here hundreds of times before. But does it need to be here again? When the sexual violence is the only overt queerness on display and half of all women on the show are old and live in filth?

And of course, the fandom is doing really deranged and kinky shit with these villains, which I 100000000% support. But I don't think he fully grasps the difference between "fans making things legit queer for their own amusement and wish fulfillment" and "the creator playing at making things queer because it's creepy."

Thanks for the ask anon <3 It's very interesting stuff to talk about, especially as a queer person who sometimes writes horror.

#malevolent neg #queerness in horror #ask #anonymous ask

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kannouo · 8 months ago

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This Is Halloween!

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader. summary: how each of the demon brothers celebrate halloween. warnings: slightly suggestive on some parts, but not much. A/N: nobody asked for this i just really love halloween. had a lot of fun with writing these!

LUCIFER

• Predictably, Lucifer is very vocal with his complaints about this holiday. However, no matter how much he has to say about how pointless or childish these traditions are, you will always catch him going along with it anyway.

• "I don't see the appeal of these silly decorations," he says, and then spends the evening decorating the front lawn with elaborate props. "Why should we spend so much money on sweets if we're just going to give it all away?" He asks right before buying multiple bucket-fulls of candy because he wasn't sure how quickly they'd run out. "These costumes are ridiculous," he sighs, and later you find him trying on some newly-bought fake vampire fangs.

• He would only fully dress up if there was some kind of costume party orchestrated by Diavolo or the like. And when he does, he goes all out. Did you think the Avatar of Pride was going to settle for cheap, store-bought costumes? No — he's going to make sure his look is spectacular. You aren't sure how he's so good at special effects make-up.

• Dressing as a vampire is a pretty standard and basic choice, but Lucifer really brings it to life. To be honest, he already sort of dresses like a stereotypical vampire anyway, but he goes all-out this time. A long black cloak and formal outfit with red accents, some foundation for the illusion of paler skin, and some very well-done fake blood dripping from his lips. He probably carries around a goblet full of red wine just to really sell it.

• He doesn't need to do much else. He already has the good looks, black hair and red eyes. If you find him particularly attractive in this costume, you can expect him to teasingly indulge your fantasies throughout the evening and well into the night.

• If you let him buy garden props or decorations around the house, he will somehow find the most genuinely terrifying things out there. He very much enjoys the fear his very well-placed jumpscares and strangely realistic-looking skeletons spark in you and his brothers.

• A downside is his lawn decorations absolutely scare off a good amount of trick-or-treaters. Oh well. Beel will eat all the candy he bought instead, so at least it won't go to waste.

"Where did you get such good fake blood?" You question, wiping your thumb over Lucifer's bottom lip. He smirked, and you caught a glimpse of the fangs you'd helped him put in earlier. Trapped between him and the wall at your back, you allowed yourself to lean your head back as he kissed you. Only... His lips tasted... coppery? You pulled away for breath and stared at him. "It... it is fake, right?" "...Lucifer, please tell me that's fake blood."

MAMMON

• Hell yeah, Halloween! Sexy costumes, parties, sale opportunities! Mammon loves Halloween.

• Takes a bunch of Halloween-themed modelling gigs, since the season means anything related to it will sell way better. He can even make some extra money by making crappy T-shirts and charms and selling them to people who are crazy about this time of year.

• What Mammon doesn't love about Halloween, though, are two things. Horror and witches. Specifically witch costumes, because sometimes they look too realistic to a witch he's had "dealings" with in the past and trigger his fight or flight panic response. Maybe just choose something else to dress up as when you're with Mammon.

• As for horror, Mammon will deny to the grave that he's scared of horror movies, but he is, and he hates the uptick in scary films and horror attractions. He tries to avoid going near them or talking about them in general, because if you were to ask him to watch a horror movie or to come with you to a haunted house attraction, he has to say yes. He can't have his human thinking he's scared of something so silly! So for that reason, he tries to steer clear of the subject altogether.

• Mammon doesn't need a motive to dress up. It's Halloween, of course he's going to. The costume he chooses is likely to be something related to whatever is trending that year. If a new movie just came out that's all the rage online, he'll dress as a character from it. Aside from that, I can see him doing a werewolf look. He might even wear a collar if you ask.

• Will lose all ability to speak if you show up in a costume, too. It doesn't even matter if it's actually revealing at all, no matter what he will be absolutely floored. If it is something a little riskier though, expect him to get kind of possessive and very protective. Especially in public. His brothers think this behaviour is hilarious. "LOLOLOL, MC has a guard dog!" "Shaddup!"

• Super eager to answer the door to trick-or-treaters, but there has to be a rule set in place that he isn't allowed to go out there and demand money in exchange for candy from anyone who looks old enough, otherwise he will do just that.

• Takes all the candy from those "take one!" buckets left outside of people's houses and probably gets some kind of curse put on him because of it. Mammon becomes one of Lucifer's decorations that day.

You approached a smaller house with one hand intertwined with Mammon's, and a candy bag in the other. You were already a little sceptical as there weren't any lights on, but to your delight, there was a fake cauldron set up outside the door with a sign reading "please take one!" You picked out a candy bar of your choosing, only for Mammon to grab the bag from your hands. "Wha—" To your horror, he reached his arm in and scooped out all of the candy into the bag in chunks. "Mammon!" You scolded. "Shhh!" He shoved the — now full — bag back into your arms and grabbed you. "Just go!" ...You're pretty sure you saw the light of a doorbell camera as you both ran from the scene of the crime.

LEVIATHAN

• Levi does not like Halloween.

• I mean, any other time of the year normies make fun of cosplay and refuse to participate in it! But on Halloween night, it's suddenly okay?! And he's expected to greet all these snot-nosed little kids at the door and give them treats?! Absolutely not. He holes himself up in his room until Halloween night is over and done with, but honestly, it's not much of a difference to how he usually is.

• I can see him enjoying the decorations aspect of it, though. Even if he won't willingly participate in anything else, you can expect his room to be fully decked out in Halloween props and decor. He definitely buys stickers off of Akuzon to put on the windows.

• Another aspect he does actually like is the horror marketing, specifically if it's revolved around horror games. His idea of getting into the Halloween spirit is inviting you on a horror game binge in his room, but most of the games he chooses are very obscure and disturbing. If you like stuff like that, great! If you don't... ah... I'm sure he can find one that's a little less upsetting for you.

• He's too embarrassed to wear a costume in public, but if he were to dress-up at all, it'd be in cosplay. Maybe of Ruri-chan or one of his other beloved anime characters. It isn't horror-themed at all, but whatever, it's still a costume. He'll let you see him in it if you ask nicely, but he won't be going outside his room with it on. He also didn't need to order anything, he already had all of these cosplays hidden away in his closet for... personal reasons.

• Might actually get a kick out of one other thing — pumpkin carving! He'll carve a video game character into it instead of an actually frightening or classic Halloween design, but it turns out really good anyway.

• If anyone organises an apple-bobbing contest, he absolutely dominates. You're pretty sure being able to breathe underwater is against some kind of rule because he just doesn't need to come up at all, he'll dunk his head in and not come out until he gets an apple.

• Levi is the house leaving out "take one!" buckets.

After the umpteenth time of Levi insisting that this next game will be "more up your alley," you started to lose faith. All of these Devildom horror games seemed especially gore-y and cruel in a way that would not fly if they were released in the human realm. "Maybe... this one?" Levi hovered over another horror game he already downloaded and selected it. As soon as it booted up, the background 'music' on the title screen had the most horrific and genuine terror-filled screams you'd ever heard in your life. You winced and he immediately went back to the homescreen. "...Let's just play Devilkart," he conceded. "Yeah. Let's."

SATAN

• Doesn't mind Halloween as a whole, but gets really into certain aspects of it.

• Satan is another one likely to get in the "Halloween spirit" by binging horror media for the whole month, in his case, books. Most conversations with him in the month of October will lead back to the latest horror novel he's reading and his thoughts on it. He might recommend it to you if he knows you like horror, but if you don't, he'll also go in-depth about the plot.

• He really enjoys elaborate Halloween props, but if you set up one of those jumpscare machines to pop out at him, he will destroy it on instinct. Will later deny that it scared him at all, though.

• He likes all of the human-world Halloween traditions and tries to organise them for him and his brothers to participate. Apple-bobbing, pumpkin carving, ghost stories, you name it; he'll push for everyone to take part.

• Satan would only dress up if you managed to convince him to do so or if, like Lucifer, there was some kind of event that required all attendees to be in costume. Either way, he figures out he actually enjoys it way more than he thought he would. He dresses in a stereotypical 'detective' outfit and gets really into character. He even carries around a fake pipe.

• ...Might dress up as a cat. It depends on his mood. He would much prefer to see you dressed as one, though. If you do show up dressed in some kind of 'sexy cat' costume, he will drag you away with him at the earliest convenience.

• He and Belphie put a smoke machine in Lucifer's room while he was busy decorating the lawn.

• Doesn't like handing out sweets. If he's the one answering the door, you'll have to stop him from trying to give the kids fruit instead of the candy you already bought. "These are unhealthy. We shouldn't be encouraging such young children to have bad eating habits—" "Satan, just give the kid a snickers."

"Just put them on? Please?" You pouted, holding a black cat headband in front of his face. He glanced between you and the cheap cat ears for a moment, before sighing and grabbing them off of you. You grinned as he put the headband on his head, then stared at you with raised eyebrows and an unimpressed glare. "Happy?" "Very," you nodded. Then you reached to pull out your D.D.D. "Now meow for the camera." "Don't push your luck."

ASMODEUS

• "In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." — Mean Girls, 2004.

• Granted, he's not a girl, and he'll dress exactly how he wants any other day of the year too. But still, Halloween is special! He has so many things to choose from. Sexy cat? Sexy nurse? Sexy cop? Sexy—

• Like Mammon, he might choose a costume based on a popular or trending movie, just with his own special Asmo-touch. He won't settle for cheap, store-bought costumes — even if he'd still look damn good in them — and probably makes his outfit himself. Try and tell me you can't see him dressing as Barbie. You can't, because he would.

• He does Halloween-themed makeup looks throughout the whole month of October. You can expect his Devilgram to be filled with pictures of cute Halloween nail designs he did, and a matching makeup look. If any sort of event happens and you're going — he'll insist on dolling you up for it himself! He's your personal makeup artist.

• Isn't a fan of horror movies, horror attraction or those creepy decorations Satan and Lucifer keep buying. He might accompany you to a haunted house though, so he can dramatically throw himself at you whenever he encounters something even mildly frightening.

• If you convince him to do pumpkin-carving (despite his insistence that it would ruin his perfectly manicured nails), he carves a some kind of cute design, like a pretty flower. He would carve his beautiful face into it, but... he isn't quite at that level of expertise.

• Asmo is very excited to hand out all the candy! All the kids that come to the door look so adorable in their little costumes! And if you think you saw him sneak a few sweets for himself when he's supposedly on a diet, no you didn't.

"Aaaah! MC, save meee!~" Asmo came running down the hall of the haunted house attraction, jumping into your arms and clinging to you for dear life. As you looked in the direction he came from to see what could have possibly startled him so badly, you saw nothing but a tiny, fake spider prop. "...Asmo, it's a plastic spider." "But it looks ickyyy!" He whined. "Can I hold onto you until we get through this hall? So you can protect me!~" "...Fine." "Oh, MC, my hero!~" He began to pepper kisses all over your face. "A—Asmo! Where do you think you're touching?!"

BEELZEBUB

• You can probably see where this is going, but yes, he will eat all of the candy you buy.

• He doesn't mean it, honestly. But it just smells so good and it's right in front of him. Pumpkin carving is also impossible with Beel for this reason. He will just eat the whole pumpkin. It's best to hide all of the sweets from him until Halloween night, but considering his excellent sense of smell, even that won't work for long if he wakes up in the middle of the night with a craving.

• He does his best to be helpful where he can, however. He's very tall, so he'll help with putting up decorations in high places. He's also capable of carrying large props to and fro with minimal effort, so Lucifer found him very useful for setting up the lawn decor.

• Beel doesn't mind dressing up if it'll make you happy. He also doesn't really care what his costume is. If you take him out to choose, he'll constantly turn the question of what he should wear back on you, because he really can't decide and honestly doesn't care that much. You could point to the most ridiculous-looking Winnie the Pooh costume and he'd shrug and say "okay."

• That being said... a bear costume would suit him pretty well. Imagine seeing an absolute beast of a man dressed as Winnie the Pooh and absolutely downing pots of honey. People are just kind of like huh... that's a really dedicated Winnie the Pooh cosplayer, I guess. Another costume I can see for him is a zombie because... "eating brains"? Idk.

• He also isn't a good choice to compete in apple-bobbing competitions for obvious reasons. If you thought Levi would dominate, wait until Beel starts consuming the entire container of water and apples. The apple-bobbing event had to be cut short.

• He doesn't mind horror movies and attractions. He won't go to them of his own accord, but if you take him along, he'll hold your hand the whole time so you don't get too scared. The only downside is that the scare actors will probably be too terrified of him and his RBF to actually jump out and scare either of you, so... it kind of just feels like a tour of some weird abandoned house.

You flinched and covered your eyes as the screen before you displayed yet another jumpscare. You couldn't help but curse Levi for recommending this movie... what is wrong with the Devildom film industry?! You heard Beel's crunching on chips cease next to you for a moment before he shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to rest against his side. "Beel?" "Shh," he lifted a few more of the chips from the bag to his mouth. "You're okay." Usually, him talking with his mouth full would diminish how he was trying to comfort you, but... you had to admit, you felt much safer snuggled against him like this. "...Thanks." You try to ignore the crumbs he's getting on you.

BELPHEGOR

• It's Halloween?... Okay? Snooore.

• He's about as apathetic as you would expect. He doesn't care what day it is, he's going back to bed. Will not assist any of his brothers in decoration, except for maybe Beel if he's feeling awake enough. But Beel doesn't usually require that much help anyway.

• Belphie isn't going to buy himself a costume. You'll have to get him one. "Belphie! I got something for you to wear!" "Yeah? What?" The look he gave you when you held up the disney princess gown suggested he didn't quite think it was as amusing as you did. Still, if it's all you got him, he probably would wear it.

• Obviously, the most fitting costume you can buy him is one of an actual sloth. Just make sure it's comfortable enough, and he'll be wearing it long after Halloween is over. Another costume he'd appreciate is a zombie similar to Beel's or a mummy, because then he can just lay down, sleep, and excuse it as the fact the thing he's dressed as is literally dead.

• Is not affected by jumpscares in the slightest. He might watch a horror movie with you, but he probably won't accompany you to any attractions unless you carry him. If you do get him there, though, he'll make fun of you for being scared and keep hiding behind corners to make you think he disappeared or went ahead without you.

• Apple-bobbing? Pumpkin carving? Costume parties? Eh... Beel, MC, can you guys handle this for him? Pretty please?

• Isn't too thrilled about answering the door, but he will do it if you pester him. He kind of just chucks a bunch of random candy into all the kids' bags and probably scares one or two of them off by making a poorly timed, slightly threatening joke. You have to remind him they're children and don't understand he's kidding.

• That doesn't mean he'll stop. He's now just scaring them on purpose because it's funny.

"Belphie, wake up!" You lightly slap the back of his head and he jolts awake, shooting you a glare. You frown right back at him. "We're going to be late to the party." "Why are we even going?" He whined, rubbing his eyes. "Because we were invited? And it'd be rude to not at least try and show up?'' "Whatever..." You hit him again as he went limp. "Stop doing that. I'm a sloth. Sloths sleep." "Get up, Belphegor! I am not carrying you all the way there!"

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #tbh the hol is already a halloween attraction but #whatever #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date

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gyuzgrl · 8 days ago

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spoilt for choice //seokgyu// pt1.

Finding love is hard. Ironically so. In the movies things look so easy- he sees her, she sees him, and at once they fall head over heels, madly in love.

They love fiercely, they love passionately, they love so... effortlessly. It's as though they have no option but to.

Alas, what you see is merely fiction. Finding love is like reaching the end of a rainbow these days- hell, it's probably easier to do the latter.

At least that's what you- our protagonist- feel like. For someone so chronically single, you sure do have yourself surrounded by love and relationships. Your best friend? Engaged. Your landlord? Married with two kids. Your friends? Dating each other.

God it's like the universe wants to show you how goddamn alone you are.

Like now, for instance. All you want, is to buy some goddamn bread, head home for the night, and crawl straight into bed, but the will the universe let you?

Of course not.

Of course your store is all out of focaccia. Of course you have to change your dinner plans and settle for mac n cheese again. Of course you bump straight into a display in front of the most beautiful man you've ever seen and drop every single box on the shelf.

"oh shi-" a voice sounds from beside you mere moments before disaster.

As you look up, your eyes widen. In horror? In awe? You're not entirely sure. All you know, is that in approximately 0.07 milliseconds you'd have crashed into a pile of ready to eat mac n cheese boxes, all while a handsome young man attempts to save you, although in vain.

The world seems to move in slow motion as your shoulder makes contact with the shelf. You hear the chain reaction being set off, each carton falling onto the next. You feel the dull sting of metal digging into your shoulder. You see the cascade of orange and blue boxes falling off the racks in numbers you could barely comprehend.

This does not look good for you.

Scanning over the pile of boxes, you gasp, reality catching up quickly. People nearby whisper and point, shooting you disapproving looks and shaking their heads.

From the crowd, a soft voice draws your attention- "are you hurt?"

You turn to the side, and your eyes widen further. Damn he looks even better when you aren't falling into display cases.

"here, let me help," he offers with a gentle smile, "we'll save time this way"

Oh crap he has a lisp- that's adorable.

"thanks," you mutter, crouching down beside him as you work together to clean up the absolute mess you've made. "you really don't have to..."

He turns to you, brows pinched so tight he almost looks offended- "it's the gentlemanly thing to do!"

When you don't respond, probably because you're afraid you've insulted him, he speaks up once again.

"plus, I'd be stupid to leave a pretty girl in distress"

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets at his comment and he huffs out a laugh.

"I'm Mingyu, by the way," he throws some rope your way to get you talking, and you do. Gratefully.

"Y/n." you mutter, "thanks for your help Mingyu"

He grins, placing a couple of boxes back in place, and offers you his hand. You take it graciously.

As your palm slips into his grasp, you feel a jolt light up your body, like lightning. Something sharp, something metallic, something electric.

Like an old light bulb, crackling back to life, something carnal stirred deep inside you. It was brief, but you were certain that Mingyu had awoken the succubus that slept within.

Being single does things to a girl.

At the start it's fun with friends and wine nights and basking in the joys of being single. Then your friends start to get busy with partners of their own, plans fall through, and before you know it, you're sitting alone in bed trying to get yourself off, but all you can do is wonder whether you're destined to die alone.

It's tough, it really is.

It's been a while since you're desire for- well- anything died down. A few months at least. Not a wayward thought here, nor a wandering hand there.

You just didn't feel like it. Even if you tried.

But now?

Oh, this is interesting.

Your eyes fix in on his, as you rise to your feet. His grasp is gentle yet strong, and you can see his arm flexing deliciously with the pure muscle that lay beneath his plain white tee.

Wowza.

"can I ask why a beautiful woman such as yourself is eating-" he pauses, skimming over the boxes around, "kids meal box mac n cheese?"

A mix of bashful pride and embarrassment paint your face pink. He thinks you're beautiful. And he knows you're eating kids mac n cheese.

"I was gonna- uh, I wanted to pick up bread, but my usual place doesn't have what I want, so mac n cheese it is..."

There's a pause. Mingyu's eyes seem hesitant. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but decides against it.

Moments pass with your hand in his, and you don't realise just how odd this all must look until a voice snaps you out of your bliss.

"ma'am?"

Your hand flies back down to your side before the worker can say another word, and Mingyu takes a step back.

"y-yes?"

There's a long silence that follows as the shop worker shifts his glance from you to Mingyu and then back to you, as if to try and understand your situation.

"is this man- is this man bothering you?" his voice is weak and wobbly, a result of the sheer size of Mingyu's body and the frailness of his own .

You wave frantically, shaking your head as you clear Mingyu's name.

"not at all! he helped me- I dropped a bunch of-" you start, rambling on to persuade him, and before you can stop yourself, your arms loop around Mingyu's very large arm as you squeak "see? not bothered at all! not at a-"

Oh god. Are you really clutching onto his bicep right now. This is insane. He's so much bigger than you thought. Oh good lord.

Mingyu grins, taking note of the panic in your eyes, slowly realising what you're doing.

"yeah, we're all good here buddy," he smiles, "thanks for looking out though!"

The guys leaves, and you peel yourself off of Mingyu, albeit unwillingly.

"I'm so sorry-" you start, but he's quick to cut in.

"for holding my arm? if anything I owe you one"

You giggle, tossing him a shy smile, and his face heats up ever so slightly.

"s-so you needed bread, huh?"

You nod.

"I actually bake, if you'd be interested in taking some bread off my hands, I'd be more than happy to provide"

"that's so cool," you gasp. "I would love to try some!"

Relief washes over his features, and he pulls his phone out, pushing it your way.

"could I get your number? we can figure out a proper time for me to drop some off with you... or if you'd like to come pick up a loaf or two later in the week"

Stranger danger be damned. This man bakes bread.

It's been a day since, and you can't stop thinking about him. His kind, gentle eyes, his strong arms, his plump lips- god it's driving you insane.

Neither of you have made the first move- not a call or text in sight. You don't think you can hold on much longer.

"does he want me to start?" you muse, staring hard at your phone.

"he asked for my number... he should call"

Your screen flickers off as you groan loudly. You really are cursed. The one time someone's taken an interest in you, you manage to fuck that up as well.

Maybe this is how it's meant to be in the end. You're just destined to be alone.

Just as you're about to descend into a pit of despair, there's a knock at your door.

"coming!"

You open the door and before you have a moment to comprehend what's happening, there's a loud squeal echoing through your house.

Sana.

"Y/n my babyyyyyy, I have news for youu" she sings, excited as always.

"I've missed youuu," you sulk, "it's like you've forgotten about me"

She grins sheepishly.

"new relationship things, you know how it is... but I'm sorryyy and I have just the thing to make it up to you"

Leading you to the couch, Sana pushes you down to sit as she takes a seat beside you.

"there's someone I think you should meet." she says. "he's momo's friend, and he's really sweet-"

"you mean like a blind date?" you interject.

"y-yeah a blind date... that's one way to put it"

You squint, narrowing your eyes at her. Poor thing. She's never been too good at lying.

"San..." you warn, "what did you do?"

This is how you've ended up here, sitting across from a greek hero come to life.

He smiles gently, flashing his perfect teeth as his eyes crinkle in the most beautiful way you've ever seen. Oh my god.

It's like the lord himself snuck into your head and brought your filthiest wet dream to life.

Arms practically bulging through his dress shirt, hair neatly styled to reveal his forehead just a touch, oh you're in for a treat.

But you're definitely no less.

In a pearly pink dress stopping just along your thighs, with the most dreamy, satin straps you've ever seen, you look divine.

Well, Dokyeom certainly thinks so.

When you walked into the restaurant, hair flowing with the gentle breeze, he felt his heart drop.

You're beautiful. Devastatingly so.

He pulls out your chair, leaning in slightly to whisper- "wow you're beautiful,"- and you feel your face heat up.

"th-anks" you stumble, swallowing as you watch him take him seat.

"I'm Dokyeom, Momo's friend- you probably know that already-"

"yeah, Sana and her... set this up,"

"actually- I asked," he grins, "Momo posted something recently, and you were in it"

Your eyes widen.

"I'm sorry!" his brows scrunch a little, smile still lifting his features, "you just- you looked so pretty, I needed to ask if you were single"

"well I am," you smiled, cheeks pink.

"I'm glad."

Conversation flows easily with him. There's something so reassuring about that smile of his and the gentle tone of his voice.

However, something else seems to be flowing simultaneously.

You aren't sure whether it's the perfectly sculpted face or his thick, beefy arms, but you find yourself forcing your thighs shut to calm the raging heat deep inside.

"I don't like rushing into things, but I'd like to do this again sometime" he pulls you from your thoughts, "if that's okay-"

"hm?"

"maybe a coffee, or ice cream-"

Your eyes widen. What is he talking about?

Sweat settles on your skin as the room begins to feel a bit too hot for your liking, and you swallow at the thick lump settling at the back of your throat.

"I-" you start, feeling your throat close in, "s-sorry what did you say?"

Good going, girl. Super subtle.

Dokyeom seems to have picked up on your shitty eyes and glittering skin, and his eyes fix in on you.

"you doing okay there?" he muses, folding his arms on the table.

Your eyes follow his movements, betraying your dignity, and he takes note.

Oh.

Dirty girl, staring so blatantly at his body. God only knows what filthy, filthy thoughts you have going on in that head of yours.

His eyes darken for a moment, but it's gone before you notice.

"Y/n?"

"y-yeah- just, uh... what did you say earlier?"

Dokyeom plasters on a rushed smile and his eyes meet yours.

"I said- I'd like to do this again sometime. do you wanna maybe get coffee or icecream later this week?"

You nod, eagerly.

"I would love to,"

The night comes to a close, with Dokyeom gushing over you, sticky sweet praise falling abundantly from his pretty lips. From the delicate curl of your hair, to the tasteful matching of your shoes and jewellery, nothing goes unnoticed by him.

It's almost a touch too much, but you're loving this. The attention, the validation, the pure vanity of it all- oh it feels good to have a man like him call you beautiful.

"you're really sweet, you know that Dokyeom?" you giggle, shooting him a bashful smile.

He blushes, momentarily losing his composure. The way his name rolls off your tongue is nothing short of perfection.

You're nothing short of perfection.

"I've always hated my name, you know?"

You tip your head to the side.

"but I like the way you say it," he whispers, "makes it sound so pretty"

You're stunned into silence. There's that familiar heat once again, burning deep inside you.

"may I drop you back home?"

Agreeing, you make your way to his car, and let him drive you home.

A comfortable, slow conversation follows- he asks about your family, what plans you have tomorrow, and you feel so completely at ease.

Before you know it, you're here.

"I'd drop you to your doorstep, but you live in an apartment and I uh, don't wanna look like a creep" he sighs.

You laugh. Properly this time, with your head tipped back, lips parted wide. Dokyeom only stares in awe.

Your hands move to the latch of your seatbelt.

Wordlessly, he reaches over, placing his hand over yours, and undoing it for you. Your breath hitches.

Oh.

Oh my.

He raises your hand gently to his lips, placing a soft, slow kiss to the back, keeping his eyes on you.

You gasp this time.

A faint smile cracks his lips as he lets you go, and you feel your lungs compress.

"goodnight, Y/n," he mumbles, voice thick with something you can't really place just yet.

Back at home, you find yourself grinning like an idiot. Tonight was perfect. Dokyeom took you out to dinner, chatted with you for hours, drove you home, kissed you (RESPECTFULLY!).

My, oh my.

As you lie in bed, letting your thoughts free, a familiar puppy-like face comes to mind. Your eyes widen.

Mingyu.

Has he texted?

Leaning over, you check your phone, and see that he has.

You can't help the pang of excitement you feel inside when you see his text. It's weird. You somehow still feel intrigued by your saviour, despite just having gone out on the best date of your life.

Dokyeom seems to have this effect on you too.

Your mind fuzzes over with thoughts of him and Mingyu, over and over, replaying the things they said, things they did.

How is this possible?

How could you be thinking of two men at the same time?

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 30 days ago

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I always love that Shifty makes his own clothes, but I really think it would be funny if someone who was not part of the supernatural community noticed something off about his clothes.

Shifty's really good at fabrics and non-living materials but sometimes a "fabric"might move differently than it's supposed to, the seams are just slightly off (the stitches are a little off, missing, or too perfect, no loose threads. Little details most people wouldn't notice). Sometimes, his shoes don't bend like they should, his ankles or feet don't move right inside the shoe. He can only remove his "jacket" if he has a bag with him, and after he takes it off and closes his bag, it doesn't look like it's in the bag. If he had to take off his "shoes" inside someone's home, they would mysteriously "disappear" until he needed them again. In snowy weather, he comes in the classroom, and he "ties" his jacket around his waist. He never leaves it on the back of his chair. If you look closely enough his clothes don't have any weave or knit.

Maybe a classmate who is really into fashion notices, but they don't notice it on a conscious level at first. There's something about Theo McCorkle that just unsettles them. They don't understand it. Theo's nice. Friendly even, but something is wrong. Then, one day, they notice how his clothes are just ever so slightly off. How his ankle doesn’t move around the top of his boot right. They keep staring, noticing more details that aren't quite right. They lock eyes with him, and he gives them a friendly grin, but they can't help finding that smile sinister because he knows they know that his clothes are NOT right (he doesn't. He thinks they want to be friends. Or maybe like-like him, but he doesn't know how to feel about that).

Shifty gets to be a little uncanny, as a treat.

God this is beautiful. My favorite part of Shifty in any au he doesn't get frozen is that he is the unintentional horror monster Fiddleford was afraid of. He's very capable of being terrifying and threatening, but he was raised in an environment where he's not mentally one and also doesn't see those aspects of himself as frightening. His whole family's very used to him and his quirks, and so don't even think to correct minor differences like how actual clothes might move on a human body.

So he very much would have like, a alternative POV of some of his normal classmates spin off where they're terrified of the creature lurking the halls that doesn't move right and sets off so many predator alarms (because Shifty subconsciously mimics the way Cat Stan stalks things) and there's a whole tension filled horror movie where they're waiting for the shoe to drop.

And nothing happens, becaue Shiftys here to learn and doesn't even realize a handful of his classmates stare at him in terror.

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #how to cat burglar a family #shifty gravity falls #shifty goes to college

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mullermilkshake · 2 months ago

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Poaching souls.

Part 1 <- -> Part 2

All of the men want you, and it's disturbing.

Demon!Satoru Gojo x Fem! reader Demon AU,Murder,Knives,Blood and gore,Stalking,Breaking and,entering,Scars,Cigarette burn

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You knew something was wrong when the third guy you went on a date with tried to kill someone.

The air of it all thick laced in your throat with the anxiety of a pathetic mouse kept you standing where you were, watching the guy you met on an app go full psycho. He wasn’t even that good looking and you couldn’t comprehend why you even said yes to his invite, just like the last two guys who pulled the same shit, he started off well intentioned and soon started to tick and murmur to himself.

This wasn’t a coincidence or sheer luck, though it could have been the full moon or something in the water that made these guys pull a knife to another man's throat because he thought he was looking at you.

Those other guys being the waiters… how conversing with you was part of their jobs.

After that, you didn’t date for at least a year, it being far too taxing on your mind to even try, but then you found men starting to fight over you and not in any flattering way that would suggest chivalry or to protect you from leering and groping. You thought for a moment that it was the end of the world making all of those people turn like in those late night horror movies on trash television.

They fought each other because they wanted to be in your presence, and they thought they had some sort of claim on you, random people in the street wanting to carry your bag and open the door for you. Then they started coming to your house, men you never seen before knocking at all hours of the night trying to talk to you and bare gifts whilst they fought others off.

The police weren't much help to stop the harassment and violence either, they soon tried chatting you up and arguing amongst themselves in the fucking station to see who could have a chance just to stand next to you. You had so many gross glares in your direction by other women, some offering advice and others going as far as to try and tell the animals off to back away.

You moved addresses again and again until it just got too much and then they actually started killing each other, one guy even dropping dead with a steak knife through his head in your living room where he and another had broken in, you weren't safe any more.

You hadn’t been safe for a long time.

It never stopped until one night, another guy had found you and this time his attitude turned sour for the first time. A knife in his hand, clenched fist with teeth pressed together even tighter.

“Stop being a fucking tease!” He said and the clock read two o’clock in the early morning. It was with so much venom like you had men falling over each other on purpose, like it was a choice you made with clear intent.

You pleaded with him, but there was no energy left inside you to try for long. He got close, far closer than any man had gotten to you without others trying to hold him back, he almost touched you, almost hurt you.

But he dropped dead where he stood.

“Well that was a close one I almost thought I wouldn’t make it in time.” You heard a voice but no one was there, the dark room empty like an echo in the night, eerily quiet but deafening in the lingering silence.

You were going crazy.

But you heard it again, the voice read your mind. “No you aren't going crazy, but you're really, really special.”

A man with white hair appeared in the doorway of your kitchen, wiping and polishing a knife with a washcloth doused in red. Blood soaked it but his suit stayed pristine and crisp like a job interview or a mafia boss giving orders. You glanced at him in bewilderment and back to the body in your living room, slumped over the armchair in its stillness, but you expected him to get up and laugh at the big joke.

He never did and he wasn’t breathing. This was no joke.

And Special, you certainly were not.

The man took two steps towards you and you mirrored him, two steps back and the coffee table pressed into your ankles and pinched the bare skin. “I had to do that.” He motioned to the dead guy with the tip of his knife.

You couldn't deny that he possibly had saved your life, but murder in your own home, how could you even explain it to the cops? You didn’t speak even knowing you should thank him, but it wasn't that simple, not in any capacity because there was no telling what he would do to you now, he would go crazy no doubt too soon enough though.

They always did.

“He was going to kill you for sure.”

He moved again, slow enough to allow you to find your voice. “D-don’t come any closer.”

He was fucking dead there on the armchair but it didn’t make your stomach sink, you were more concerned about the weighted atmosphere in the room and the fact that this man wasn’t bothered in the slightest, leant cockily against the doorframe, caressing his knife to shine like a star in the night sky under the moons glow.

The knife glistened in the low light as he sheathed it away. “I’ll have to get close at some point, there's no need to be a prude, love.”

You cringed at the pet name and shuffled to the side to get back without him noticing, but he did notice, there wasn’t a beat he missed in his expression as you moved closer past the dead body. He silence led you to falsely believe the man in the doorway wouldn’t say anything.

“Where could you possibly go where I won’t find you? I've been watching you this whole time, nothing escapes my eyes. Watching you close is part of the job…” He hesitated for a moment, his unnerving dead stare narrowed. “I also don’t like other men touching what I’ve marked.”

You were not his fucking property and he had never laid a hand on you, a man you had never seen before in your life talking to you like this, delusional. A shocking tone when every other man spoke with a soft, caring tone before they killed each other.

“What do you mean by 'marked?” You asked, making eyes around the room to weigh your options of whether you could take the man with a knife.

“I’ll show you-”

“I said don't come any closer! I mean it.” You backed up quickly and nearly tripped in your robe, stubbing your bare toe making you wince though you tried to hide it.

“I get it, I'm a guy in your kitchen alone, of course you don't trust me yet. Check your shoulder, I’m in no rush.”

It was a trap, the sudden sweetness in his tone was a trap. It had to be, you weren't even wearing anything under the robe, a quick cover up to hide your flesh from the intruder like battle armour, but it was only cloth that would have a pathetic time trying to prevent the steel force of the knife jutting into your sternum if he had the chance.

“Turn around.” You still had your dignity.

He didn't look pleased, but why would he if he broke into your apartment with a knife? He did though without protest, folded arms and he faced the kitchen.

You pulled your robe from your shoulder, the left one. “Your other shoulder…” He said.

It made you jump and you covered yourself like lightning, waiting to see if he would turn and if he looked while you uncovered your shoulder, there was no way he would know if he didn’t.

After hesitating, edging the fabric from your shoulder, there was something, a scar, an ‘X’ carved into the skin in no pain or recollection that it was even there. You had a birthmark on your body, even a scar from childhood after surgery, and this wasn't either of those, the raised scarred flesh all bumpy and uneven.

It was like he read your mind again. “Yeah it's not my best work, sorry ‘bout that, but I was in kind of a rush.”

He had his back still turned, his hand placed lightly on his neck with a scratch, standing uncomfortably in the empty space and you gawped at him. “Why did you do this to me? W-why are you here; I want you to leave me alone. All of you need to leave me alone!”

He violated you without your knowledge, your consent. He knew that too, it was in his eyes when he turned back once you were covered back up, blue so deep they were almost glowing. “I can't do that, you know how many rules I broke already to have you like this?”

You didn’t respond in your stupidity for not just pushing him out of your house and his knife be damned. So he continued when he realised you weren't to speak a word. “I didn’t think it would take this long for those assholes to start killing each other, I’ll take the loss on that, it was a bad call I’ll admit it. I should have just taken you when I had the chance instead of waiting, but I still need to work and keep the boss happy.”

“W-work?”

He pulled out a box from his suit pocket, tapping it lightly and pulling a cigarette from the ripped hole and his lighter clicked, making a flame that brightened up the entire kitchen. The shameless prick was smoking in your apartment. “Oh yeah. That’s my job, the men who chose you, and wanted to fuck you weren't just any random dudes who took a liking to you. They were influenced by me, feeding off of my energy and my link with you to make them easier to round up. Having them fawn over you was a nice touch even if I hated every second of it, lust is in my wheelhouse after all. It made sense to collect those souls, like two birds with one stone.”

Who the fuck was this man smoking in your safe space at the early hours of the morning? “You’re a-”

“A lust demon; That's what you humans call me anyway. But you can call me Satoru, or Mr Gojo if you’re naughty.”

Satoru Gojo. You hated his name already.

You found courage. “I want you to leave.” But it left your very soul as he glared at you.

“I won’t do that. You belong to me now, that was the deal. I intend to uphold it even if you won’t. I’ll tell you how things are gonna go from now on.” He stubbed out the cigarette in the palm of his hand and and flicked it away on the floor. He approached you despite your previous protests, almost floating past the dead man and right to you until you backed up so far you were against the wall.

Squeaking was it, nothing else left your lips, he towered over you as a giant and the height difference was just as obvious as the power imbalance. You would take his calm self over this ugly side and hands flat on the wall either side of your head.

“You are marked, therefore I own you. I know everything about you, what you like and what you don’t, how you sleep and how you fuck. What guilty pleasures you hide because you're embarrassed and every single filthy kink you enjoy that’ll make your cunt soaked because it’s my job to know.” He was so close to your face, lips tickling your ear with every syllable. “You are mine. I have agonised seeing those disgusting pieces of shit glare at you, that their souls aren't even worth taking, all they’re good for is kindling to burn my shit because they are nothing.”

He moved and it was agony, coming forward to meet your eyes but you couldn’t look. “Look at me when I address you, Love.” You met his gaze because he pulled your chin and face to him, noses brushed together in close proximity. “I may be the demon of lust, but I’ve grown to love you whatever the hell that is, watched you closely even though the boss told me you were trouble… I’ll keep you safe, but you need to do as you’re told. The underworld is very different to the human world.”

All you could muster was a whisper. “Y-you can’t take me away… This isn't real.”

It was a nightmare, yes, that’s what it was. You'd wake up in the morning and find everything as it was, no dead man obsessed with you, no knife and a man who possessed it in your kitchen. Because Satoru Gojo was not real, he couldn’t possibly be.

“Oh, it's very real, and I can take you, that was the deal. And I will. You’ll learn to accept it in time, but it’s time to go. That scum was the last soul I needed.” He nodded back to the man on the sofa. “I can collect you now, and we’ll have all of eternity to get properly acquainted.”

“You bastard…’

His eyes grew black, so dark you wanted to sob and fight and pull away, to do anything to stop him, but you were paralysed. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again. Behave yourself.”

And he took you in a cloud of darkness, out of this world and into somewhere much more grotesque, twisted and fucked up and he kept you there in his sight.

You could never leave, nor could you ever find a way to return to the human world.

There was no escaping this hell.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #satoru gojo #gojo #gojo satoru #demon gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo jjk #satoru gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #demon satoru #minors dni #minors do not interact

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