#so for him to just turn around & betray you sends you spiraling

[taughtdefense]

something something miyagi!ethan full-well knowing that he's genuinely happy, & so in love with, other versions of robby in alternate lives (verses), & robby loves him in those alternate existences, while s4!him is Absolutely Fucking Suffering

[latin5mamii]

Later - Carlos Alcaraz

Summary: He just doesn’t care, if he wants you, he’s having you.

Genre: Carlos Alcaraz x you, Juancarlos!Daughter x Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings: slightly smut, suggestive talk

Author’s note: Had this in mind and i had to write it down😌

“Estás tan hermosa esta noche”

••••

He was so fucking hot, and he knew it. He knew the power he had over you, the way a single look from them dark, big eyes could make your heart race and your mind spiral out of control. No matter how much you wanted to resist his charm, to not feel the way you did whenever he spoke to you, you always failed.

He had become your biggest weakness, an addiction you couldn’t shake no matter how dangerous it was. ‘Dangerous’ because you were his coach’s daughter, and if your father ever found out what had been happening between you two over the past few weeks, there would be hell to pay. But that didn’t matter. The thrill of sneaking around, lies over lies, kept pulling you back to him, time and time again.

Tonight was no different.

His voice snapped you out of your flashbacks of last night, a night spent in his arms, his touch still fresh on your skin. You turned to him with a disapproving look, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

Not that you minded, if anything, you craved it,but not here. Not at this dinner where both your families and his team were present.

“Don’t do it,” you warned him, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep your composure.

“What shouldn’t I do?” he replied innocently, his hand already sliding onto your thigh, fingers trailing lightly across your skin. The contact made your breath hitch, and you shot a quick glance at your father, who was thankfully engrossed in conversation with Carlos’s father.

Carlos’s hand continued its exploration, moving up and down your thigh with agonizing slowness.“Carlos, stop,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction you so desperately needed it to have. But your body betrayed you, your legs instinctively parted slightly, granting him more access. Why did he have this effect on you? Why, when you knew better, did your body respond to him like this?

The truth was, the risk of being caught, the danger of what you were doing, only made it more thrilling. And that was the problem.

"Tu cuerpo no parece querer que me detenga",

(Your body doesn’t seem to want me to stop,) he murmured, that infuriating smirk you both loved and hated tugging at his lips. His hand moved higher, brushing against the delicate fabric of your panties, the touch sending a shockwave through your body.

"Si tan solo tu padre supiera las cosas que haces... probablemente ni siquiera te reconocería a ti, su chica inocente y obediente. Es una pena que no sea así" he whispered, his hand still teasing your skin.

(If only your father knew the things you do… he probably wouldn’t even recognize you,his innocent and obedient little girl.It’s a pity that it isn’t so)

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, your grip firm, but inside, you were unraveling. You were fighting a losing battle, and you both knew it. All you could think about was how, if you were alone with him right now, you’d be begging him for more, abandoning all pretense of resistance.

“Carlos, please,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Not here. Someone will notice.”

His eyes darkened with desire, but there was a teasing glint there as well. “I love when you say please,” he murmured, leaning in closer so his lips were almost brushing against your ear. “But you know as well as I do that you don’t really want me to stop.”

You hated how right he was. How, despite the fear of getting caught, despite knowing this was wrong, you couldn’t help but want him. Crave him.

Carlos’s fingers traced along the edge of your panties, and your grip on his wrist tightened, trying to push him away, but it was no use. The fire he ignited in you was too strong, too overwhelming. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, but it was impossible with him so close, his cologne filling your senses, his touch driving you mad.

“Imagine,” he continued, his voice, "Si deslizara mis dedos un poco más... ¿qué harías? ¿Podrías callarte? ¿Podrías seguir fingiendo que no pasa nada debajo de esta mesa?"

(if I slipped my fingers just a little further… what would you do? Could you keep quiet? Could you keep pretending like nothing’s happening under this table?)

The thought se your body on fire, and you swallowed hard, struggling to maintain your composure. But you were losing this battle, and Carlos knew it. He thrived on it.

Just when you thought he was going to surpass your limit, a familiar voice from the other side of the table made you feel literal fear.

“What are you two talking about so intensely?” Your father. You opened your eyes, your heart pounding, and forced yourself to push Carlos’s hand away.

Carlos turned toward your father with his usual easy smile, completely unfazed. “Oh, just discussing a few plans for after Wimbledon,” he said smoothly. How could he be so calm when you were fighting yourself only for smiling?

Your father’s gaze flicked between the two of you, a slight frown creasing his brow. There was an edge of concern in his eyes, but no immediate suspicion. “Plans for the future, huh?” he said, his tone more curious than accusatory.

It’s not that your father was jealous or thought anything bad about Carlos, but Carlos’ a handsome, rich and young man, he wouldn’t even want to imagine his daughter suffering for him.

“Nothing more,Juanki. I swear,” He says laughing like he just doesn’t care, which is true.He doesn’t care at all.

He wanted you to be his, and nothing and no one could ever change that.

Juan Carlos nods and smiles back to Carlos.He quickly looks at you, and turns back to talk.

As soon as your father was distracted again, you shot Carlos a look that was half exasperation, half something else entirely.

“You’re impossible,” you hissed under your breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over your racing heart. “And so a pathologic liar .”

Carlos only grinned, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed against your ear. “And we didn’t got caught” he murmured, his voice filled with that familiar, dangerous amusement. “And that’s what makes it fun, isn’t it?”

You wanted to argue, to tell him off for taking such a risk, but the truth was, he was right. The thrill of almost being caught, the danger of it all, was as intoxicating as his touch. And it scared you how much you craved it.

Before you could find the words to respond, Carlos’s hand found yours under the table, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that was both intimate and possessive. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb stroking your skin in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Más tarde” he whispered, his voice a low promise.

"Encuéntrame más tarde. Ya sabes dónde".

[velarisdusk]

The Weight of Expectation

Day 23: 24/7 Scene | Cassian x Reader word count: 1.4k author’s note: GOD this one was so hard to figure out. i scrapped and rewrote this 4 different times bc i hated every single one. do i like this one? …… well………  i have made peace with it. ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

You could feel Cassian watching you as you moved around the kitchen, preparing his breakfast. The air was thick with the usual weight of expectation, a tension that never really left the space between you. Even now, as you stirred the eggs in the pan, his presence wrapped around you like a physical force.

When the eggs were done, you served them neatly onto his plate, along with the hashbrowns and bacon you’d made. You took care with every moment to be sure everything looked perfect for him. 

"Did I tell you to stand like that?" His voice cut through the silence, casual but firm.

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew the rules. Without hesitation, you shifted, spreading your legs just slightly as you continued your task, keeping your posture perfect, your body on display in the way he liked—even while cooking.

"No, sir," you whispered softly, your voice careful not to betray the flicker of nerves that always came with his quiet commands.

"Better." He hummed approvingly, leaning back in his chair, the sound of his contentment sending a ripple of warmth through you. Every inch of your body was tuned to him, every movement deliberate, knowing he was watching for perfection, for obedience.

This wasn’t just a fleeting scene; it was always like this—the quiet rules, the constant, unspoken control. You could feel it in the way you addressed him, in the way you moved around him, even when he wasn’t explicitly giving orders. You didn’t have to be naked or restrained to feel his dominance; it was in the way he lingered behind you, in the way you were always hyper-aware of his gaze.

“You’re distracted.” His tone was soft, but there was that familiar edge of control, and your hand froze mid-stir. He was right. Your mind had wandered.

You took a steadying breath, forcing your attention back to the stove. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Cassian’s chair scraped back. You didn’t need to turn around to know he was coming closer, and sure enough, his hand gently moved you aside, away from the stove, backing you against the counter. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him. He said nothing for a moment, just stood there, his body warm and solid against yours, his hand heavy on your hip. He didn’t need to speak for you to feel the authority that always lingered in the air between you.

“You forget yourself sometimes, don’t you?” His voice was a low murmur in your ear, a dark, teasing note that sent heat spiraling through your core.

You swallowed, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Cassian chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through you. “Good thing I’m here to remind you, then.” His hand slid lower, over the curve of your stomach, fingers teasing along the waistband of your leggings. “Let’s see if you remember the other rules, hm?”

Your breath hitched. He wasn’t asking. You stepped out of your leggings quickly, folding them and setting them aside, standing in just your oversized t-shirt—nothing beneath. He always liked that. It was one of the rules.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers grazing your bare skin as he pressed his body against you. “Makes everything so much easier when you behave.”

His hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing over you, finding you already wet—because of course you were. He always had this effect on you. It didn’t matter if you were supposed to be making breakfast, cleaning, or readying for bed; it never mattered. His control reached every part of you.

"You've been good this morning," he murmured, his fingers working in slow, agonizing circles. "But I think I can push you a little, can't I?"

Your breath caught, and you pressed your hips against his hand instinctively, your body already moving to obey even before he’d really asked anything of you.

“Yes, sir. Please,” you whispered.

He chuckled again, dark and pleased, tilting your chin up to face him, holding your gaze. “Watch me.” His free hand moved to turn you around and press your chest against the counter, keeping you in place as his fingers continued their slow, relentless torment between your legs. "I’ll give you your reward after breakfast. But until then,” he said, his voice taking on that dark, commanding tone that made your toes curl, “you’re going to stay like this, and you’re going to watch me enjoy what you’ve made. Understood?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, the subtle tension between following his orders and fighting the need he always ignited within you. Cassian moved away briefly, his wings shifting as he did, the broad expanse of them dark and powerful. The way they flared slightly behind him made him look even more imposing, radiating control. You swallowed hard, eyes glued to the way his wings framed his body as he sat back down.

He took a slow bite, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction. “Remember,” he added, his voice a low growl that made your knees weak, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so.”

All you could do was watch as you stood there, bent over the countertop, your body humming with need. Every bite Cassian took was slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. The control he exuded was almost suffocating, filling the room and wrapping around you like a thick, inescapable force.

“You look like you’re struggling, sweetheart,” he remarked casually, setting his fork down with a soft clink. The smirk that followed raised goosebumps along your arms. “Do you want to tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

Your throat felt tight, the words caught there as you stood frozen, feeling the wetness between your legs growing, the ache intensifying. “I… I want to pleasure you, sir,” you finally whispered.

Cassian chuckled, that low, dangerous sound that both thrilled and terrified you. “Oh, I know you do.” His wings shifted slightly behind him. “And you do, every day. But right now, I want you to stay exactly where you are and wait for me.”

Your legs trembled as he finished his meal and rose from his seat, moving toward you with that deadly grace that always made you weak. He didn’t rush. No, Cassian liked to take his time, to stretch out the anticipation until it was unbearable. He stopped just in front of you on the opposite side of the counter, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.

“You know what I love about you?” he murmured, his voice a velvety rasp that made your stomach flip. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, teasing. “It’s how you respond to me. The way your body listens without a second thought.”

His hand slid down your throat, his fingers barely grazing your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “I can feel it in you right now,” he continued, voice low, dangerous. “The need. The ache. You want to break, don’t you? To say damn it all and touch yourself?”

You shook your head, eyes wide, body trembling. "No, sir," you breathed. “I only ever want…what you want for me.”

Cassian smiled, his grip tightening ever so slightly around your neck, just enough to remind you of his control. “Look at how tightly I’ve got you wrapped around my finger,” he growled softly, more to himself, leaning in so his breath brushed your ear. "You’ll come when I say. And only when I say. Not a moment sooner."

His hand slipped between your legs again, fingers teasing. "You're going to stand here and take whatever I give you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," you whispered, your voice shaking as you tried to keep your composure, though your legs trembled beneath you. The heat of his hand was searing as it trailed lower, his fingers teasing over your sensitive skin. You could feel his breath hot against your neck, the smell of him filling your lungs—earthy and dark, like the scent of leather and steel. 

He smiled wickedly, brushing his lips over your cheek, a ghost of a kiss that left you breathless. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. “Let’s see how long you can hold on,” he whispered darkly, his fingers pressing deeper, drawing a gasp from your lips. “Don’t break on me yet, sweetheart.”

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[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

volume 9, yandere neo x jaune

instead of ruby going off on her own after having a mental breakdown and ranting at everyone before ending up being lured away and tortured by neo, it's jaune... only neo's methods are a lot more unexpected.

neo gets to cuck ruby AND enjoy having a new pet- i mean, lover (the curious cat: "what the fuck did i just walk into?"

After the destruction of the paper pleaser village, Ruby's meltdown and subsequently is own, Jaune stormed away from his friends, needing some time alone from everyone, even Juniper. As he trudged through the afterian forests, he came across a strange mansion, one that he had never seen before. Despite his instincts screaming for him to just leave, Jaune stepped through the door, the remnants of his weapon drawn, ready for combat.

As he crept through the halls of the mansion, he noticed various paintings adorned on the walls. Each displaying a different scenario, but featuring a familiar face.

"Neopolitan...." He whispered, unaware of the multi-colored eyes staring at him with great interest.

Nor did he see the figure creeping from behind

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Jaune stifled a moan as he felt Neo's small, delicate hands rub up and down his cock, the girl occasionally leaning forward and licking his tip seductively. He silently scolded himself for being tricked and captured by the mute. Now, he was tied to one of her many chairs, nothing more than toy for her pleasure.

"Nngh, You think this is enough to break me" He snarled with a strained smile.

He tried to sound tough and unaffected by her teasing, but his body betrayed his words. Years of isolation in the Ever after has made him repressed and easily aroused. His cock twitching and leaking steady streams of pre-cum, while his balls churned with thick, creamy cum.

Neo smirked cockily hearing his statement, an obvious lie, so she decided to test the man before her. Licking her lips, she gently pressed her lips against the tip of his cock, resisting the urge to devour him right away. Her thin dainty lips and soft exhales tickled his skin, sending shivers up his spine make Jaune bite his lip. Not waiting any further, Neo wrapped her lips around his entire head, eyes rolling back as his salty and manly flavor spread across her tongue.

Before she could taste anymore of him, Neo heard Jaune groan loudly and his cock pulsed rapidly. Without any further warning, her mouth was flooded with his seed, the white fluid thick from not being released in years. Neo's eyes widen, surprised by the volume and force as well as how quickly he came. though she didn't dwell on that subject much as his seed began to fill her oral cavity, throat, and nostrils as he expelled rope after rope of cum out of his cock. Causing her to suffocate a bit. Begrudgingly, she pulled herself away from his cock head, her face and top getting covered in ropes of thick cum.

Jaune groaned as he felt the last ropes of cum leave his cock. His eyes half lidded under the makeshift blind fold and head hung slightly. He panted gently as he stared down at his capture.

"I....Is that all?" He questioned, sounding like a taunt, and a plea.

Neo had scooped up a large glob of cum onto her fingers, licking them slightly before inserting into her mouth sucking them clean, staring at his panting and red face. Once she was done, she fully turned to him and gave a toothy smile. Faint shimmers of pink and white spirals burst from her body, a sign of her semblance activating. Neo rose from her crouched position, licking her lips as she cupped his head.

*I'm going to enjoy breaking you~* she thought as hearts formed in her eyes.

Neo quickly discarded her pants and mounted his lap. Her breath rigid as she prepared to insert his rod inside her tiny body. But before could, she heard the sound of a gun being racked behind her.

In his blinded state, Jaune could only hear the scuffle occurring around him. The sound of gunfire, blades clashing and vocal shouts of frustration filling his ears. Once the fighting was done, he heard four feminine voices that he hoped would come.

"Oh my Ou, Jaune?!"

It was Weiss. How grateful he was to hear her voice. Team Rwby was here to rescue him.

"Yeah, It's me, Weiss" He smiled, struggling against the bounds Neo tied him with. "If you could just..."

As he spoke, he heard them laughing. He was about to ask what were they laughing at, but Yang next statement caused his heart to drop.

"Well, I guess Neo did the work for us, huh Sis~"

Jaune's face contorted confused by what she said "What are you talking about?"

This time he heard Ruby laugh, her boots thumped against the floor as she approached him. Stopping Infront of him, she lifted his head to meet her gaze, while he couldn't see, he felt her gaze burning into him.

"Did you really think we'd take you back to remnant?" She cackles, her other hand grabbing and stroking his still erect cock. "Soo~rry to disappoint you, but we agreed that you're just gonna....get in the way...so.......We were just gonna leave you here~!"

Upon hearing casually say that, Jaune's eyes widen under his blindfold. Why would she say such a thing? After all he's done, all he's been through, they wouldn't just leave him in the Ever After, right?

He felt a weigh press down on his lap. the sweet smell of roses fills his nostrils. He tried to get free from his bonds, but the reaper's hands on his shoulders forced him to stop.

"But..." her suddenly chirp tone disturbed him "I think we can give you a little goodbye present before we leave~"

Without warning, he felt Ruby impale herself onto his sensitive rod. Both parties moaned loudly, both climaxing just from insertion. Jaune groaned as he felt his second orgasm launch from his tip, increasing his sensitivity. Not waiting for him to stop, Ruby began bouncing, her movements frantic and rough. Despite her tiny frame, she was unbearably tight, practically milking him each time she collided with his hips.

"Fuck...Ruby...Please...."

"Oo~, Does it hurt little Jauney?" she teased, rolling her hips. She pulled his head closer to her own "Good~"

She crashed her lips on to his, catching in a deep, unwanted kiss. He tore his lips away, not wanting to feel anything from here, but she grabbed his face and pulled back to her own, only for him to move it away once more. Annoyed by his resistance, Ruby punched his face, and despite her size and lack of martial training, she hit hard.

"Stop moving you stupid, beautiful man!" She demanded, hit him again and again until he whimpered for mercy. Blood pouring down his face.

"...p...please......stop......" he begged, accepting her dominance.

Pleased, she cupped his face once more, pulling him back into the kiss. Still frantic, but this time, more romantical in a sense. Her hips never stopping their movement, even as pearly white cum feel from her overstuffed cunt. She moaned into his mouth as she speed up, his cock making a grotesque bulge in her stomach that fluctuated up and down as she pulled him in and out her core. Her pert bubble butt clapped loudly against his thighs and small but modest breast bounced joyfully.

Around them, Jaune heard moist and lewd noises, no doubt the rest of team rwby enjoying the show. He got confirmation when he heard Blake speak up.

"Are we sure we want to just leave him here?" she asked, giving Jaune a small bit of hope "I think he'd make a great prostitute with a cock that size~"

He heard Yang agree with her, mentioning that she would love to take him along if only to use and abuse for her own pleasure. Hell, they even discussed how they sell him to other women for a profit seeing as he's an Arc. He even heard Weiss agreeing with them. While he wanted to be disgusted, a growing part of him felt hopefully that they'd take him back to Remnant. He couldn't stand the thought of being left alone once more, and became desperate to go home once more.

"Please....take me with you.." he begged, making the women laugh

"And why should we?" Ruby asked, ceasing her movements.

Jaune panted heavily, his body feeling sore from Ruby's rapid bouncing. "I'll do what ever you want...I'l even be.....I'll be your whore for life...Please...don't leave me alone..."

Tears dampened the fabric over his eyes, his mind clear of any thoughts other than leaving the Ever After. He felt Ruby climb off his lap, exposing his sensitive, cum covered cock to the air. He savored the moment of freedom but it was short lived as he felt another hot and slit pussy slide down his cock.

"OOO fuck, Daddy~" he heard Weiss moan, "You're stretching me out~"

As she began hopping on his member, Jaune didn't complain. He just accepted his new life as the toy of team Rwby.

However, if he could see, he would have saw that the one riding him was none other than Neopolitan. The women Fucking herself stupid on his cock as clones of team rwby flanked her sides. Turn her head, she looked behind her to see the real Ruby Rose watching with tears in her eyes. Beside was a small purple and blue cat that stared at Neo and Jaune with great interest.

"Ruby, what exactly are they doing?"

[abibliophobiaa]

Beyond — s.h. x f!reader.

Chapter Twelve: Without You I’m Just a Fraction

summary: theo’s dealings come to light.

modern day!rich!fake husband!steve harrington.

masterlist

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  From the moment you walk in the door to your home, Steve knows something is wrong. Can see it in the fall of your shoulders, the way you don’t respond to his touch, how you seem overall deflated. Like someone sucked all the life out of you, leaving you a husk of what he knows you to be. 

This bright and vibrant person, always giving him shit in the best way. The kind of way that challenges him, makes him want to come out of his shell more, makes him open up to his fullest self. 

But now you seem almost listless. Your face blank as you strip out of your dress and slip into the shower. He follows with a knock on the sliding glass panel — finds you sitting there on the bench, knees pulled up to your chest, letting the steam fog up the room as if there’s a stain you just can’t quite get out. 

It sends him spiraling. Worrying something must have happened when his back had been turned. Something someone must have said or done, be it a partner of his company, employee, or one of the other wives. He tries to recall anything he had seen. Any moment that would give him some insight as to what he is walking into, but nothing jumps to the forefront of his mind.

Instead he asks if there’s room for him on the bench. Ducks under the spray of water to fold you there against his chest, your back to his front, cradled in the circle of his arms. 

Your head falls to your knees, shoulders trembling as you submit to your emotions, and he breaks, because the only words you give him are, “Theo knows about us.”

  ——

  “So…what does he have?” 

“The video,” you tell him later, when you’re both in pajamas, sitting across from one another on your bed, hating that your night has turned into this rather than amorous kisses and twisted bedsheets. You can’t even think about anything else right now other than Theo — other than his threats of blackmail against you. Suggestions that he’ll take you to court, if need be. “From our party. I know you remember that night. I know you lied and said you didn’t, and it doesn’t matter anymore, but we…were apparently caught on camera.” 

“Okay,” he says solemnly, rubbing a hand along his cheekbone. “Okay.”

“That’s all you have to say? Okay? Steve, this is far from okay.” 

“I know!” He shouts, and it’s the first time he’s ever raised his voice around you. At your jolt, he crawls closer to you on the mattress, cradles your face in his palms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry. I — I’ll call my lawyer in the morning. See what our options are. I’ll have them look over the will again.”

“Steve,” you whisper, voice breaking off into a sob as he tugs you into his arms, hands rubbing up and down your spine as he muffled your cries with his chest. “I’m scared.”

“I know, baby,” he soothes, but his racing heart beneath your ear betrays him when he says, “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

  ——

  Charlie sprawls by your feet that next morning, his head over your ankles. Your hand reaches over to pet him, earning a nudge of a wet nose, before rolling over to face Steve. He’s awake — probably has been all night, what with the dark circles beneath his eyes. Nose judging along his jaw playfully, he offers you the softest of smiles. A quick little upturn. But it’s enough to have you shuffling closer, one hand coming up to rest over his cheek. 

It’s in your momentary distraction you don’t see Steve reach out to run along your forearm, the bruises blooming beneath your skin making you wince. His eyes narrow, the breath in his lungs becoming a harsh rasp. Each more strained than the last. 

“Did he touch you?” There’s no point in denying it, so you nod your head, face crumpling all over again as he pulls you into his chest and presses his face into the crook of your neck, voice broken as he mutters, “I’m going to kill him.”

“It’s not worth it,” you tell him, palms rubbing up and down his trembling back. “He’s horrible. The worst. He’s cheating on Cami too.”

“He put his hands on you,” he growls out, and you hug him tighter. Try to quell the rattling of his form. The endless tremors that wrack his exhausted frame. “I love you. I’m sorry, I love you.”

You lay like that for minutes. Hours. Longer, even. By the time morning has turned into evening, neither of you has made any effort to move – still too stricken by the events of the past twenty-four hours. Still overcome by the endless barrage of whirling emotions. The dawning realization and understanding that your secret has been revealed. Brought to light. That someone so desperately wants to use the knowledge against you both. Against your marriage that, though it may have been forged in lies, is now real. 

Neither of you speaks. There are no words – not really. And neither of you wants to anyway. Instead, you merely bask in the presence of the other. In the constant and solidity of your marriage. It brings you peace now in the growing disquiet within your soul.

So as Steve later gets ready for the evening, he brings you in close near the doorway. Pulls you tight within the circle of his arms, whispering, “I will make this right,” against the crown of  your head. And you believe him. Put all your faith, hope, trust, and love in him as he kisses you one last time at the door and leaves you in the penthouse with the silence of the four walls of your home, and Charlie’s concerned glances from where he lays on the floor. 

“Your dad is going to make everything okay,” you tell Charlie, patting his head affectionately. 

You believe him. 

You have to, because otherwise there is no hope. 

——

  Cami comes by that evening. The kids are staying with her parents, leaving the two of you to sit around in the living room, ruminating over everything that has happened while you wait to hear from Steve. 

One word. All you need and want from him is one word right now. If only to know what’s happening, to find out what the consequences of your actions may end up being. But instead you've been met with radio silence. Sharing in Cami’s grief as you tell her what happened the remainder of the evening. 

You start at the beginning. With the fake marriage agreement, working your way all the way through the present day. To your time away with him, to the love that has grown between the two of you. To your fears that you’ll have cost him everything because of it. 

“I mean…he’s not wrong,” you tell her after a while, smiling sadly to yourself. “I did marry Steve after meeting him only a handful of times. My marriage is a lie.” 

“But it’s not now,” she reminds you, sincerity in her tone. And you know she’s right. “You love him. Anyone can see but just looking at the two of you how you feel about one another.” 

“I do,” you say, glancing down to your phone once more where there’s a picture of you and Steve as the background, him with his lips on your cheek, and you with the giddiest grin across your lips. “I’m in love with him, Cami.” 

“Then it’ll be okay,” she reminds you, reaching over to clasp your hand. You note her very bare ring finger with a frown, and she offers you the softest of grimaces. “It’s going to be okay for me too. I don’t know how, but it will.” 

“Where is he now?” you ask sullenly, watching as her features drop once more. 

It’s the least dressed up you’ve seen her. Used to a socialite life since she was a mere child, Cami is one for designer shoes, clothes, and bags. And while she’s likely still in designer clothing, it’s no more than an oversized hoodie and leggings that donned her form, her curly mane of red hair in a messy bun at the top of her head. 

She looks small like this, sitting in your living room. Impossibly broken. Irreparably so, with Charlie laying across her lap in support. Her fingers comb through his hair, the puppy oblivious to the chaos and calamity that has followed the two of you around in the wake of the party. 

“He’s away again. He’s been spending so much money since I found out about the cheating. I know he got a raise, but it’s almost like he’s overcompensating now.” 

“I remember you saying that,” you say, thoughts trailing off a bit as Cami prattles on further. 

You: Steve, did Theo get two raises this year? 

“I think he’s headed to Italy with the woman he’s seeing. I haven’t gotten the nerve to look at our billing statements. I don’t really think I want to at this point,” she says, and it’s a broken, watery sound. “This was it for me. My father is going to set me up with a divorce lawyer, and we’ll go from there.” 

My Love: No…why do you ask? I’ll be home soon, baby. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. 

My Love: I’ll grab us dinner on our way home. Don’t worry about cooking or anything. I miss you. 

“The kids are confused, and I know all these changes will be hard for them, but he’s never been all that active with them either.”

You: Thank you. I miss you too, but I promise I’m okay. Cami is here. We’re keeping each other company.

“And I know I haven’t been the best to them, but I want to be,” she says vehemently, sniffing loudly to keep her tears at bay. “Do you think people can change?”

 Your eyes soften with the heartbreak in her tone. “Are you asking if I think you can change?”

She whimpers, face crumpling with her anguish. “I just want to be a good mom.” 

“You are a good mom. You’re making all of these hard decisions for their betterment with them in mind. You are a good mom, Cami.”

You: I think you should look into it. Cami said Theo has been spending all this money — talking about getting another raise. 

My Love: I’ll have it looked into. I love you. <3

You: I love you too. <3

“I’m proud of you, Cami,” you whisper, crawling closer to wrap your arms around her neck, letting her fall into your embrace. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

“I’m sorry he’s trying to take you down with him,” she says, letting out a shaky exhale, tears imbuing her every word. “I just wish there was some way we could make this right. All of it.”

It’s not her cross to bear, and even so you can only imagine what she’s feeling. This realization that her husband is not at all who she ever thought of him to be. Years of marriage and two children later, and she’s just realizing it now in the worst way imaginable. The fact of the matter is, he’s capable of not only cheating on the woman he vowed to love and remain faithful to forever, but he’s also not above putting his hands on another human being, as well as blackmailing them in broad daylight. 

And like a strike of lightning. Or sheer divine luck, your phone illuminates once more on the coffee table. You pluck it up in your palm and see the message flashing across the device, heart pounding at the words that are there. 

My Love: My beautiful, beautiful genius of a wife. We found something. 

“Steve thinks he may have found something.” 

  ——

  Steve calls in a meeting at work two weeks later. Every day that passes sends you into a tailspin of emotion, but Steve asks that you promise to trust as his attorneys work out the details of everything. 

In the end, before you walk into the conference room, clad in a black skirt and a blazer top, trying to maintain an air of business professionalism, he grabs your hand. Clutches it tight as he pulls you down the hall, wanting a little bit of privacy away from all the peering eyes. 

“I want to start with…I’d give it all up. The company, the name, all of it. It has never meant much to me other than some…probably fucked up sense of upholding a legacy.” He swallows, folding you against his chest, rocking you in his arms. “But I would give it all up, because none of it matters. You are the most important thing in my life. Most important person. I love you.”

“Steve…” Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, heart hammering away behind your sternum. 

“I mean it,” he says, pushing back enough to look you in the eye. “None of it matters. Only you. I’d give it all up for you.”

“You have me,” you remind him, placing your hand over his chest. “Forever, right?” 

“Forever.” He nods, and you swear you catch the slightest glimmer of tears gathering in his eyes. 

Leaning up onto your toes, you kiss him. Silence all the swirling thoughts likely running rampant in his mind over the last few days of preparing for this meeting. 

And now here it is. 

  ——

  Steve’s attorneys are not present for the meeting, but he’s prepared with everything they’ve since discussed. Instead, he runs it as he does every morning meeting. Only this time, you sit in the background and listen as he greets the room. He’s professionalism embodied, all sweeping motions, booming voice, and full of confidence. He runs through what you assume is normal morning meeting jargon. 

Listing accomplishments and setbacks. Shouting out strong workers and encouraging them in their endeavors. And then he becomes serious. A grave look crosses his features as he stands in front of the room and tells everyone, including a smirking Theo, that he had approached you about marriage months ago, after hardly even knowing one another. 

“It was irresponsible of me and I understand if this has hurt your trust in me,” he tells the room, and you watch as the faces all around you look on with sympathy toward Steve. Sympathy. Understanding. No one seems alarmed or angry. No one says much at all — not really. “I do love my wife, but if anyone has any issue, please let me know.”

No one speaks for a while. They merely glance around the table at one another. At you. As if no one knows what to say in this instance. Then again, it’s not really an everyday occurrence that one’s boss admits to falsifying a marriage. 

It’s an older man you recognize who speaks first. Your breath whooshes out of your lungs in a deep exhale as he speaks, “Steven, what are you even going on about, my boy? You’ve loved that woman since she walked down the aisle. We were all there. We all saw it on your face.” 

“Can we get to work now?” another man teases, standing up and clapping your husband on his back. “Fake marriage. That’s some shit my girlfriend tells me she reads about in some of her books.” The man turns to you then, grinning. “Mrs. Harrington, it was great seeing you this morning.” 

The room begins to disperse. Each laughing at Steve’s admission. Each brings a smile to your face, and a glower to Theo’s. You almost forgot he was even there until Steve calls his name and asks for him to stay behind. 

“Honey, would you mind joining me at the table?” Steve asks. 

Your heels feel heavy as they clack against the floor. As they carry you the short distance to where Steve is sitting, where he’s pulled out a chair for you to settle down in. Theo laces his fingers in front of him, elbows propped up onto the table, a bored expression lining his features. 

“I would like to start off by saying that if you ever put your hands on my wife again, I swear to god, Theo —”

Theo snarls, spitting venomously, “She came at me with accusations she knows nothing of —”

“You were cheating on your wife!” you retort hotly, hand slamming down on the conference room table. “What else is there for me to comprehend? Or are you still insistent on me being an idiot on top of being beneath you because I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my fucking mouth.” 

Steve snorts beside you, his hand coming around to rest on your bicep. There’s clear pride evident in his gaze, those hazel eyes of his locked on your profile as Theo leans back on his chair, the back of it straining against his weight. 

“Cami, you see, she —”

“Cami is more woman than you’ll ever deserve. And you’ve gone and fucked that all up by galavanting all over the United States, flaunting your affairs right in front of her face.” Your words are snide and sound foreign on your lips, but you want them to sink in. To really settle deep within him — not that you think he’ll change. Cami asked if you thought people could change. Some people can. People like Theo? You’re not quite convinced. “She might have been the only person who would have saved your ass, but you went and screwed that up too.” 

“What do you —”

Steve pulls out a folder and slides his father’s will across the conference room table. Theo leans in again onto his elbows, reading over the contents within. Steve’s legal team had highlighted certain parts. The parts Steve shared with you, the ones that had made you break down into happy tears when he told you. 

“You see, my father’s will stated I needed to be married. He didn’t say by what means — only that I married. I was married in June. You were there, weren’t you?” Steve asks, a sly grin sliding across his features. 

“I was,” Theo grumbles. 

“My wife and I were friends when I proposed to her. It’s more than a lot of people can say when they marry,” Steve explains, and Theo begins to wither a bit on the other side of the table. “People marry for different reasons other than love all the time. But again, all I needed to do was marry. I did that, so I ended up satisfying the will. I also addressed our coworkers today, all of which seemed not at all bothered by my news. So that blackmail you tried to use against my wife? Seems pretty pointless now, don’t you think?” 

Theo doesn’t say anything. Just blinks as he pushes the will out of the way, as if he cannot think to stare at it any longer. It’s then, in his momentary distraction, you text Cami to come in. She appears moments later in a flurry of movement, her head hung low, eyes not once meeting Theo’s as she comes over to your side of the table and sits on your left. 

“Darling —”

“Save it, Theo. I’m disappointed in you, for not only hurting me, but for hurting our family — and Steve’s family. They’re our family, too. But you don’t care about that.” She laughs bitterly. “I don’t think you really care about anyone, do you?”

Theo’s quiet, and you reach over to grab Cami’s hand for support, saying, “You know, while you were busy running around with the other woman in your life, we looked into your most recent raise. You don’t have to say anything. All your questions will be answered soon. Just — embezzlement is one hell of a crime, Cousin.”

Theo’s skin pales. Goes from his usual tan pallor to a sickly pale one. Cami, yourself and Steve all rise to your feet as previously discussed. 

“I’m sure you’ll be wanting a moment to process,” Steve says as the three of you make your way over to the door. “I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

Cami pauses next, laying her hand on his shoulder. “And Theo?” 

He lifts his head. 

“I want a divorce.”

  ——

  Ultimately, Theo was found to have been stealing money for two years. A fact that, with the help of Steve’s attorneys, starts to come to life after a few months, building a case against the man. 

Court proceedings likely won’t be for some time, but it brings you peace to know that he’ll be facing justice for what he’s done. 

On top of that, Cami moves out of the city and in with her parents. You and Steve try to visit often enough, your newfound friendship with the woman quickly becoming one that you value endlessly. 

Today, however, none of that matters. 

No — none of it matters at all. Not as you stand on the beach surrounded by some of your closest friends, standing across from Steve. Eddie stands between you both, asking you both to recite those vows you spoke exactly a year ago now. 

You brush your eyes as Steve finishes saying his vows, his mouth rounding to form those three words that’ll forever make your heart take flight no matter how many times you’ve heard him say them. 

The wind rustles the drapery along the arch erected around the two of you. It teases at the little petals on the flowers positioned along the edges. They flutter in the wind around you, like little kisses that dance along your cheeks and dress that you wear today. Simpler than your wedding dress from before. A white gown with spaghetti straps, no veil this time, and sandals instead of too expensive heels. Across from you, Steve’s in a white suit, looking handsome as ever. His skin has a fresh glow from the past few days you’ve spent with your friends, celebrating in the Maldives where it all began, before readying for this day. 

Eddie announces Steve may kiss the bride and you’re eagerly meeting him in his embrace, his arm swooping low around your waist to dip you as your friends scream and clap in their excitement. 

There’s a small celebration in the back of a rented restaurant as day turns to night. Lights are stringed up around the place, like dozens of little fireflies twinkling in the night sky. You’ve discarded your shoes, dancing to the music from the live band the restaurant has hired for the evening. A woman sings, as you sway with him, a little drunk on champagne, and high on life. 

On love. 

Eddie and Chrissy and Robin and Nancy are wrapped up in one another, too. Full of light and bliss. Of endless plates of food and their endless glasses of rosé. And farther in the distance, Cami dances with a man she met while on a much needed vacation. 

It’s new, and she’s not sure it’ll go anywhere, but she looks happy and that’s all you could ever hope for. 

Later, you’re brought across the water by boat to your secluded little bungalow. The same place you honeymooned the year before, this time holding hands across the long ramp leading to the home. He’s on you the moment you flick the lights on, bathing the place in an orange glow. 

Fingers slide along the straps of your dress. Kisses are pressed along your breasts. Steve slides a zipper down and watches your dress slither down to the floor, revealing a pale lingerie set beneath. In return, you push his suit off his shoulders. Ease the buttons on his shirt from their trappings. Tugs down his pants and watches them pool near his ankles. 

He drags you down onto the bed. Eases your thighs apart and licks at you until you’re crying his name, back arching up toward the ceiling, fingers in his hair. Those heated lips mark a path up your trembling stomach, along the curves of your breasts, lingering over your mouth where he whispers he loves you into skin. 

And you kiss him firmly. Fiercely as his fingers thread through yours against the mattress, wrinkling the blankets when he pushes in and rocks his hips into yours, his breathing turning into soft pants. Into curses of how good you feel. Your sighs and whimpers become moans and keens as your feet dig into his back, drawing him closer, heat rolling up your belly until the rubber band snaps and you’re shuddering once more, feeling his own orgasm rattle his form. 

You bask in the glow of your love as night turns into morning, bodies tangled on the hammock seated just outside of your bedroom window. Your head rests on Steve’s chest, bodies still slick with sweat from the numerous times you come together in the night, eyes drifting closed as you listen to the steady thump of his heart within. 

He tangles his fingers with yours, toying with your rings when he whispers, “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” 

You lean up onto your elbows against his chest, brushing your lips over his. “Happy anniversary, Steve.” 

  ——

just one more, friends. 🩷🩷

[the-broken-truth]

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Twin Brother Who's Had Enough With Him [Part 2]

Summary: Your brother has gone too far - chasing your wife away from your house, controlling your missions in the Spider-Society, and now breaking into your house and telling you you have no right to live your own life. You've had enough of him and his controlling ways. While escaping from Miguel, you decide to head to your Wife's Parents' House and tell her that you are cutting off your brother...but what happens when you find your Wife's Parents tied up with red webbing and your wife missing? This...is not good.

[Earth-928 / Nueva York / Lydia's House]

[Name] webbed his rope of web to the apartment complex where Lydia's Parents lived - her car was in the driveway so she must have been there. The lights were on suggesting that someone was awake and he was going to speak to his wife and tell her that he was cutting ties with his brother, leaving the Spider-Society, and starting a new life with her and her alone. He landed in front of the door and deactivated his suit when he made sure that no one was around before he entered the apartment complex. He walked up the stairs and entered the second floor where Lydia was currently staying when he noticed one of the doors was completely ajar; that was Lydia's parents' home! He darted to the door and pushed it open, causing the couple, tied to two chairs with red webbing and gagged with a cloth to keep them silent. [Name] quickly ran to them and fell to his knees, before ripping the cloth out of their mouths and began untying them.

"Mr. & Mrs. Banks! What happened! Where is Lydia?!" [Name] asked in a panicked voice.

"He...He took her! Spider-Man 2099 came out of nowhere, tied us up, and took our daughter without saying a single word to us. Please, you have to save Lydia! She and the baby are all that matter!" Mrs. Banks said, that made [Name's] eyes widen in horror.

"Baby? What baby?" [Name] asked with tears coming down his face.

"Lydia didn't tell you? She's pregnant." Mr. Banks said as he rose from his seat and rubbed his wrists.

[Name] looked at the ground with wide eyes, his wife-to-be was pregnant and his brother had her! He knew how much his brother hated Lydia but would he hurt her enough to...too... Wait, did he know that she was pregnant?! He needed to move! [Name] shot from his knees and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and turned on his suit before webbing back to the Spider-Society - whatever he was planning to do to Lyida, he was going to be there.

[Spider-Society / Labartory]

"Please! Please, let me go, Miguel. I never did anything to you, I didn't betray your brother." Lydia cried as she watched Miguel fill a Syringe with a clear liquid before he flicked the needle and turned to face Lydia.

"You...are a distraction for my brother, you are talking to him, taking his attention away from me, where it belongs. Now, you're pregnant with his child - another distraction. I'm going to get rid of you both and make sure that he knows that he belongs to me and me alone." Miguel said as he began walking towards Lydia - who was strapped to a chair with her arms and legs secured but she struggled. Miguel was close to her and pointed to the needle at her arm before a web connected with the body of the needle and yanked it out of Miguel's hand, making it shatter against the wall, Miguel looked behind him and saw [Name] standing there with his eyes full of anger with tears running down his face.

"Miguel...you dare! You dare try to kill my wife and my baby! Have you lost your fucking mind?!" [Name] roared at his crazy brother, who just smiled at him.

"All of this is going to be for your good. You need to let big brother handle all of this and everything will go back to normal." Miguel said as he walked over to [Name] with his arms out - as if he wanted a hug. But the moment he got close, [Name] shot his fist out and socked his brother in the face, sending him spiraling to the ground before he shot webs at him to keep him still. [Name] ran to Lydia and unstrapped her before pulling her into his arms in a tight hug. [Name] grabbed Lydia's hand and ran out of the room while Miguel struggled against the webs.

"[NAME]! BRING THAT BITCH BACK HERE! YOU DON'T BELONG TO HER, YOU BELONG TO ME! [NAME]!" Miguel said as he started ripping the web off of himself before he got up and chased after them - he was going to get rid of Lydia and keep his little brother safe, no matter what.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

hiiii i learned your name Aiden!!! How are you? Hallow i’m the sugu angst anon, sadly not asking for angst because poor sugu need a break and i love him so much so he deserves the whole world, i wanna thank you for writing my requests 🫶

and if you wanna consider 👀 perhaps an au where sugu didn’t spiral into the whole monkeys thing and so he is a teacher just like satoru? and he’s dating reader whose also a teacher, and they’re in a secret relationship that got revealed and gojo feels betrayed LMAO, anddd that’s all, hope you’re doing great! 🫶

Angsty Anon, how are you!? I love your requests, it's always a pleasure to write for you 💙💙 and yeah, I'm Aiden! I'm only now realizing I've never properly introduced myself on here, so, I guess this is my official introduction lol. And of course, I would love to consider Sugu as a teacher, that's so cute!

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Starring Suguru Geto, in a slightly softer world.

Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory? It gets switched around and misinterpreted a lot, but the basic premise of it is that for every possible outcome, there is a universe that follows it. So, for example, if you're on a walk one morning, and come across a fork in the road, you may choose the left path. When you do this, another universe is created in which you choose the right path, and yet another still where you didn't go on any walk at all.

As such, this implies that there are some fundamental truths across all universes. Every universe you encounter will have stars in the sky, and a force of gravity will keep everyone down. You won't find a universe where atoms aren't the building blocks of life. You won't find a universe that doesn't have a sun in its center. And you won't find a universe where Suguru Geto is a morning person. 

He all but yells into his pillow as his alarm sounds off at 5:45 AM. He considers violence, a possible war crime against his phone for committing the egregious sin of waking him up before the sun is even up. He considers aggressively turning the alarm off and going back to sleep, letting the world continue on without him as he becomes one with his comforter. 

And in the end he does none of it. He turns his alarm off like a normal person, and forces himself out of bed at the truly ungodly hour of 5:45 AM. Why you ask? Because class starts at 7 AM, and the kids he teaches are relying on him to show up and be a model jujutsu sorcerer, just like they are for all of the other teachers at Jujutsu High. And just as it is a fundamental truth that Suguru Geto is not a morning person, it's a fundamental truth that he would do absolutely anything for those he loves. And Suguru loves all of those kids, even if they can get a little annoying at times. 

He’s falling asleep while brushing his teeth when he gets his first text of the day from you. A short and sweet “Good morning sweetie 💜” to give him the motivation to push through his morning routine. 

He sends “Good morning to you too Darling 🖤” to you while smiling, finishing up brushing his teeth before mentally preparing himself for the arctic plunge of a shower he’s about to take to finish waking himself up. 

Once he’s dressed and as awake as he’s going to be at 6:00 AM, he goes to check on Nanako and Mimiko out of habit. Of course, he finds their shared room empty, considering they moved into the dorms a week ago when school started. 

“Right.” He grumbled to himself, shaking his head. At this point, it feels like he’ll never get used to them not being around. He wondered how Satoru adapted so quickly when Megumi moved into the dorms. Then again, Satoru seemed to be made for adaptation, meanwhile, Suguru had always struggled more with change. 

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, A car horn blared through the quiet suburb. “What is he-?!” Suguru snapped at the air before rushing outside and into his friends car.

“What the hell are you doing Satoru?!” He asked, suddenly very awake.

“Letting you know I’m here.” Gojo smiled as he pulled out of Sugurus drive way and onto the road.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but could you not have just texted me?” Suguru grumbled, “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood!”

“My phones dead.” Satoru shrugged. He had a habit of passing out while scrolling tik tok and forgetting to put his phone on the charger. 

“And I suppose knocking on my door was out of the question?” Suguru asked. Gojo clearly did not see the issue with violating air pollution laws, and it was starting to irk him.

“In the rain? No way dude!” He laughed. It was at this point Geto looked out the window. Well shit, it was raining. He was so focused on just getting to the car he managed to miss it. 

“It’s like, barely raining.” He argued with his friend. The white haired main beside him just shrugged.

“Hey man, you’re lucky I give you a ride at all,” Gojo reminded him, “I could just teleport to school.” Suguru would have tried to argue with that, but he knew better than to enter an argument on the losing side. He just sighed and shook his head.

“Whatever man….thanks for the ride.” He added at the end.

“You’re welcome!” Gojo smiled. Suguru sighed as he got comfortable in the seat, leaning against the window. The main reason he got rides from Gojo was so he could take a nap on the way to the school. It was a long drive, and the thirty minutes he spent passed out in Gojos car went a long way to making him not an asshole to his class in the morning. It felt like his eyes had been closed for all of two seconds before Satrou was waking him up, letting him know they had made it to their destination. 

“Good morning Geto, good morning Gojo!” You greeted the men as they joined you in the teachers lounge. Suguru smiled warmly when he saw your face, familiar and bright, even at 6:30 in the morning. 

“Good morning L/n.” Geto yawned as he rushed to the coffee pot in the room, still half full.

“Morning L/n!” Satoru beamed as he sat next to you. Normally, the three of you were on a first name basis, but a professional setting calls for professional dialect. “So, you two do anything fun on your weekend?” Gojo asked. Geto looked at you from the corner of his eyes, seeing how you handled this situation. You would have stolen a glance at him, but Gojo would have definitely noticed that.

“Eh, not much really,” You shrugged, “I went and visited my parents, and mostly just tried to catch up on reading.” That was definitely, 100% not what you were doing this weekend. In actuality, you had spent the entire weekend with Suguru. The two of you had seen a movie, checked out his favorite soba shop, and spent the vast majority of the time cuddled in his bed watching horror movies to get ready for ‘spooky season’ despite the fact in was, indeed, April. 

But you couldn’t say any of that to Gojo. You and Suguru were co-workers, your romantic relationship wasn’t just discouraged and taboo- the employee handbook strictly forbid it. As much as the two of you wanted to tell your shared best friend about the beautiful relationship you’d found, you couldn’t. Mostly cause Satoru couldn’t keep a secret to save his ass.

“Cool! What about you Suguru?” Gojo smiled as he looked to his best friend, deciding for now that professional language was for the birds.

“Eh, I mostly stayed in. I re-watched the scream movies.” He shrugged as he drank his black coffee.

“Isn’t it kinda early to be watching horror movies? Or, I guess late?” Gojo asked. 

“It is never too early for spooky movies.” You said, jumping to Getos defense maayybe just a little too quickly. Gojo raised his eyebrows at you. 

“So I see were feeling a little defensive.” He pointed out. 

“Not defensive, I’m just saying. It’s always horror movie time if you’re not a coward.”

“Hey, I-”

“Uhh, Sensei?” Itadori asked as he popped his head into the door. Immediately all attention went to him, and silently, you thanked the pink haired boy for saving your ass.

“Hey Itadori! What’s up?” Gojo asked, all smiles for his student. 

“I could really use your help with the algebra assignment from last night,” Itadori explained, “I don’t think I really grasp…well numbers.” He explained. Gojo chuckled and shook his head, but didn’t argue cause he, like Geto, knew better than to argue with the truth.

“Yeah Kid, no problem. Let’s go to the classroom.” Satoru said, getting up and letting Itadori lead the way. There was a heavy silence that filled the room after, both of you listing to Satoru’s footsteps until they vanished. Once they were gone, you both let out a deep breath.

“Well that could have gone worse.” Suguru chuckled softly.

“Yeah, that was my bad,” You sighed, “I swear, he looks into the littlest of things.”

“That’s Satoru.” Suguru confirmed with a nod, “Always suspicious of something. Somethings never change.” He shrugged. You looked around, making sure the coast we clear before standing up to give Suguru a quick hug. 

“Ain’t that the truth.” You chuckled. Suguru smiled as he held you close, his mind wondering off to the other things that never seemed to change. The school, sorcerer society as a whole, the way he felt for you- even all the way back in high school. He had a crush on you even before you saved him, and it only intensified after.

Of course, as far as you’re concerned you didn’t save anyone that day in the graveyard. You just talked some sense into an old friend. You would never know just how close to the edge Suguru was that day. How could you? All you knew was that his faith was shaken, and he needed some reassurance. 

He could still go back to that afternoon in his mind like replaying a movie. He could still see the gray skies of fall, heavy with dark clouds. He could still smell the rain water and grave dirt hanging in the air. And could still sense the confusion he felt when you brought him to your best friends grave. He had never met the girl, she had died to a curse long before you enrolled in Jujutsu High. So why were you bringing him here now?

“This is where my friend lies,” You explained to him what he already knew. “It’s been a few years now, but I still think of her every day.”

“I’m sorry for your loss Y/n.” He said the only think he knew to say.

“Suguru, why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You asked, suddenly looking at him with overly intense eyes that made him feel so small. Why did he was he a Jujutsu Sorcerer? He didn’t fucking know! Especially not anymore. He used to know. But, he lost that direction. After Riko died. After Haibara died. He didn’t know what the point to any of this was anymore.

“Why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” He asked back, not so smoothly dodging the question. You just pointed at the grave.

“For her. And for you, and for Riko and Haibara. For everyone I have loved and will love, I do it to protect them.” You explained it as if it was just that easy. And maybe it was. For you.

“How are we protecting them exactly?” He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Please, tell me just how exactly we protected Riko and Haibara?” He questioned.

“We protect them in death.” You shrugged, “Honor what they would have wanted. Do you really think Riko would want you to waste the life she so desperately wanted because of her death? Do you think Haibara would have wanted you to throw away all of your potential because some higher ups fucked him over? Or do you think they would want you to live your life to the fullest, and work hard to see that potential fulfilled?”

“I think they would want us to fight for a fundamental change in the system. For a world without curses.” 

“Suguru, you and I both know that’s not possible.”

“But it is,” He argued, saying things out loud he had only thought up until now, “Humans are the only ones to produce curses, you know.”

“So what? You’re just going to kill all humans?” You scoffed at the absurdity of the idea, and he genuinely felt a little embarrassed. “What would that fix?”

“Well, there would be no curses, for one.” He pointed out.

“And what would that achieve?”

“We wouldn’t have to watch our friends and family die at the hands of disgusting curses!” He argued, frustrated that you couldn’t see his vision.

“No, we would just have to watch them die at the hands of other sorcerers, right?” You pointed out. “A world without curses doesn’t fix the cruelty that created them. Curses aren’t what killed Riko, and removing them won’t bring back Haibara.”

“No, Humans killed Riko.” He could still hear that god forsaken cult, clapping away as if a little girl hadn’t just been slaughtered. No, worse. Clapping away because a little girl had just been slaughtered. It was all he could hear late at night. You sighed and nodded.

“That's true. She was killed by a human, who was raised by sorcerers.”

“So are you trying to argue that actually sorcerers are the root of all evil?”

“No Suguru, I’m trying to argue that there is no “Root of all evil.” That it’s all just beings that exist. There are bad humans, of course. Just like how there are bad sorcerers. Everything that exists exists with some good and some bad. You can’t just fix the world with one final, fucked up solution.”

“I just don’t see the point in trying to save people who historically treat us like were fucking disposable!” Suguru snapped, hating that it was starting to seem really hopeless. Were you right? Was there really nothing he could do?

“Sugu, I think you’re getting caught in the details. You’re not seeing the forest for the trees.” You sighed. “ Yes, the Star Cult was full of the most fowl people. And yeah, a lot of humans do treat us like shit. But there are just as many humans who are kind to us. Humans who see their children's cursed techniques as blessings, not curses. Humans willing to die if it means being there for the sorcerers they love and standing by them. Humans like your parents, and my best friend. Humans that are worth protecting.”

“So we have to protect them all just because a few are good?”

“Would you protect a bad person to save me?” You asked. He hadn’t really thought of it like that. It was a moral question he wasn’t ready for, and struggled to find an answer to.

“I mean, I guess I would.” He finally said. 

“Exactly. That’s kinda the point of Jujutsu Sorcery for me. It’s not to protect the world- that’s too monumental of a task even for Satoru Gojo. It’s to protect the ones I love and care for.”

“And what about when we can’t protect them?” He could feel the tears prickle as his eyes now, a stinging that demanded attention. He rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to make it go away.

“Then I live to honor them, in a way I think would make them proud. I understand where you’re coming from. Heartache is a hell of a thing to battle, and witnessing a young death changes a person. But, continuing to perpetuate that hurt, won’t make it go away. Especially when it comes to such grandiose ideas like “kill all humans!” it doesn’t fix anything. It just hurts the people around you, both with us and departed. I mean, is slaughtering a billion strangers really worth ruining the people closest to you? The ones who love you? Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.”

He didn’t know what to say. But that line rang in his ears. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It drowned out the clapping in his mind. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It played louder than Yuki telling him that humans were the only ones to create curses, and that he knew what he believed. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. And it was what was playing in his ears as he stared at two kids in a cage. Scared, alone, neglected. He felt it then, his hate rise up like bile in his throat, threatening to slaughter him. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.

He took a minuet to breathe. Was killing this village really going to do anything? It would feel good, yeah- righteous even. But there were a million more like it. And he couldn’t single handedly slaughter them all. Not without hurting You, Gojo, Shoko, Riko, Haibara, and his own mother all in the process. Were a billion strangers worth the people he loved? 

“You know, if you don’t want these girls in the village, there’s a better way to handle it.” That night he adopted Nanako and Mimiko. Sure, he may not be able to save every Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world. But at least he could save these two. A few weeks later, that village burned to the dirt in a forest fire, so maybe karma was real. 

The bell ringing broke his train of thought, and snapped him back to the real world. You smiled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch!” You winked to him as you grabbed your bag and made your way to your classroom. He smiled softly as he watched you go. 

“Yeah, see you then.” He said, making his way to his own classroom. 

Suguru swore up and down his class wasn’t hard. It was classical literature, if ya just read the book, and did the assignments, he was pretty generous with the A’s. It was why conversations like this were always at least mildly amusing to him. 

“I just don’t understand why you’re being to difficult about this” Nobara argued, “It’s just a few points!”

“Nobara, rounding from a C to an A is not a few points. It’s an entire letter grade.” He gently reminded her. 

“Yeah, and what’s an entire letter grade if not just a few points?” She argued back. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Nobara had always been a forced to be reckoned with, and was always determined to get what she wanted.

“Look, Nobara, I’ll compromise with you. You know the big report we have coming up on Fires on the Plain?”

“I do.” She confirmed.

“If you do really well on it, And I mean really well, I need you to make at least an A on it- I’ll bump your grade to a B+” That was where her grade would be at anyway if she made an A on the report, “Sound good?” Nobora grinned like she got away with something.

“Oh yeah, I could do that in my sleep!” She declared, and Suguru had to hold back a laugh, “You’re on Sensei!” She grinned, muttering a soft ‘sucker’ under her breath as she left the room. Once she was gone, Suguru let his chuckle out. It was always fun tricking his students into accidentally taking their studies serious. 

“Whats got you giggling?” You asked from his doorway, a small smile creeping onto your lips from the sound of his light laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” He said with a wave of his hand, “Just my students thinking they’re gaming the system by-” He pretended to check his notes- “Doing the work.”

“Let me guess, Nobara?”

“It was Nobara.” He confirmed, and you both let out a small giggle. You walked into his classroom and leaned against his desk facing him. 

“Very on brand for her. So, have you thought about dinner tonight?” You asked. He smiled and nodded, getting out of his chair to come and wrap his arms around your waist. Was it risky? Kind of, everyone was out to lunch, sure, but that didn’t mean that you two weren’t out in the open. He couldn’t help it though. Whenever you were around, he had to have his arms around you. He didn’t spend almost 6 years chasing your affections to not hold you whenever he could. 

“I have actually,” He smiled, “I thought we could cook something together tonight? I found a new pork belly recipe that seemed right up your ally.”

“Oooo, another night in! How exciting!” You giggled. And you meant it too. While to most people, a night in was a boring everyday thing, Jujutsu Sorcerers weren’t blessed with the luxury of having a night at home promised to them. They weren’t even guaranteed the simple pleasure of coming home at night. So, a night in to the two of you was fun, exciting, and unquantifiably valuable. 

“I thought you’d be excited,” He smiled lovingly at you. You look so precious in his arms. He couldn’t believe something as beautiful and pristine as you found any value in him. That you had found him worthy of the time it took to save him. Suguru wasn’t a religious man, but he thought maybe he could believe in angels if they were half as perfect as you were. He had no idea what he did to earn the right to have you as his angel, but he was so fucking happy he did it.

His swelling emotions got the better of him, and he leaned down to kiss you. A warm current flowed between the two of you, the familiar taste of cinnamon coffee filling your senses as you melted into him. He was comforting and safe, and in his embrace you were almost convinced nothing bad could ever happen. 

“OH, I KNEW IT!” Of course something bad had to happen. The two of you scrambled away from each other, looking at Gojo like two teenagers that had been caught making out in your parents car. It was actually embarrassing. “I KNEW YOU TWO HAD A THING!”

“Satoru, It’s not what it looks like!” You panicked.

“Yeah, It’s not like that, Y/n just…had something on her face! I was wiping it off.”

“With your mouth!?” Gojo scoffed.

“...Yes?” Someone, take away Suguru’s lying privileges. Your face hit your plam at the lame lie, and Gojo rolled his eyes.

“I’d asked if you guys thought I was dumb, but clearly you do! Why would you keep this from me?” He all but whined as he fully entered the classroom.

“Well Satoru, it’s…well..” You tried to think of something to save his feelings.

“There are celebrity tabloids better at keeping secrets than you Satoru.” Nevermind Suguru, go back to lying.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Satoru said on his own defense, “When Shoko started smoking again I kept that secret!”

“Shoko started smoking again?” You gasped.

“...fuck.” Satoru whispered. 

“See Satoru! That’s what we mean.” Suguru sighed, seeing his job flash before his eyes. 

“It’s still not cool!” Gojo pouted, “My two closest friends in the entire world fall in love and they won’t even tell me! No wonder you guys haven’t wanted to hang out on the weekends. You’ve been together, haven’t you!?” You and Suguru looked down in shame. Maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to keep him completely out of the loop. 

“Do you guys hate me?” Gojo asked, the betrayal he felt seeping into his voice. 

“No, Satoru, we love you!” You assured him.

“You’re our best friend, of course we love you!” Suguru confirmed, “We just also like being able to pay rent!”

“Paying rent is so important!” You nodded. 

“I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Satoru insisted, “I would never do anything to put your livelihoods at risk! I thought you guys would have known that.” He pouted. 

“We do know that,” You sighed.

“Do we?” Suguru whispered, just for you to swiftly pat him to remind him to behave.

“We were just being cautious. I’m sorry we hurt your feelings Satoru.” You apologized as you went to your wounded friend, patting his back for comfort. Suguru joined you on his other side.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry. We’ll try and keep you in the loop about more things, okay?” Suguru promised. Satoru sniffled and nodded. 

“Okay…I forgive you guys.” He said, looking up and smiling at the two of you. “So when do I get to come to date night?”

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Hello, twins asking! ( •ᴗ•)⸝🍵 ☕️⸜(•ᴗ• )

I L-O-V-E-D this the moment I saw it, everything looks really cool!!!! So I showed it to my brother and we both started gushing about it.

Since you don't mind answering questions, I would love to know if the game will have the option to indulge their yandere tendencies? I love Xenos, he would just need to bat his eyelashes for me to smooch him, even if he just admitted to killing a whole group of people (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ~ Coffee

Following what Coffee said, I was wondering... I saw that they all have different stats for jealousy levels, which is interesting!✧*。Anyway, my question was, how would their different personalities play into how they acted when, you know, losing their shit? Like, full on yandere mode! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ ~ Tea

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! I'm so glad you like my game so far, and I'm super excited for it to come out! After reading your ask, I literally had a giant smile on my face!

The whole reason I made this game was so people could choose their personality and how they want to react to a yandere. What gave me this idea is when I was reading fanfics I always saw people complaining about the MC so I really want this game to be like choose your own character type kind of thing. And tbh right now Xenos is one of my favorites and I would give him everything so OF COURSE there will be options to indulge them :3

Each character I made after a certain type of personality so you get the full Yandere experience, Which means varying levels of jealousy and other things ;)

Apollo, in his delusional state, is quick to feel betrayed and insecure, especially when things don’t go the way he imagines. His mind spirals into irrational conclusions, leaving him in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. In these moments, he’s like a puppy desperately seeking reassurance. But no matter how much pain he feels, he’ll never direct the blame at you. To him, you’re flawless, untouchable. Instead, he turns on himself and those around him, lashing out with accusations. He'll say things like, "They must’ve tricked you," or, "It’s all their fault!" He becomes his own worst critic, convinced that he must be the one who’s not good enough, or that everyone else is conspiring against your love. Yet through it all, in his mind, you remain perfect—beyond reproach, untouched by his anger, the center of his affection.

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Soren, on the other hand, has two sides. His sadistic side where It doesn’t matter if it’s not your fault—he finds a twisted pleasure in watching you squirm under his accusations. His sadistic tendencies ensure that punishment is inevitable, and while he might take his frustrations out on you, there’s no need to worry about your pretty face. Soren values beauty too much to mar it, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get off easily. His temper flares unpredictably, much like Xenos, and when he lashes out, it’s with a dangerous mix of frustration and cruelty. He might bind you, lock you away, or even subject you to mental torment, always ensuring you’re aware of who’s in control, but the surface will remain unscathed—after all, you’re his pretty little thing.

Soren his most common side is where he manipulates you. If he senses you drifting away, he’ll break down, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for your attention. His soft, angelic appearance makes it easy for you to feel sorry for him, to comfort him despite your better judgment. In those moments, he knows exactly how to make you fall back into his grasp, using every bit of his charm to ensure you stay right where he wants you. His manipulative side is just as dangerous as his sadism—he plays both roles effortlessly, depending on what keeps you in his collection.

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Lynx, in all his arrogance, expects nothing less than complete devotion. In his mind, you belong to him—his possession, his plaything—but he’d never admit it openly. Instead, he hides behind layers of pride and tsundere denial, acting as if your existence is merely to serve him and fulfill his every whim. You’re there to do his bidding, cater to his needs, and he’ll rarely give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he actually cares.

When jealousy strikes, that’s when his true feelings bubble to the surface, though he’ll never express it in any way other than through sharp words. He’ll lash out, insulting you in that indirect, roundabout way of his. Maybe it’s something like, "Why would I care what you do? It’s not like you’re important or anything," or a sarcastic comment meant to remind you of your place. It’s his way of asserting control, of letting you know that he’s the one in charge, and you’re his. But deep down, you might catch a glimpse of the truth—the possessiveness hidden behind his words, the flicker of insecurity that drives his cruel tongue.

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Xenos is the embodiment of obsession, always lurking in the shadows, watching your every move with a twisted sense of fascination. He prefers to stay hidden, observing from afar as he documents every detail of your life. His favorite pastime? Playing little tricks on you, just to see your adorable reactions. Maybe it's something as simple as moving your belongings or sending anonymous messages, but he lives for the moments when your confusion shows on your face, savoring every expression as if it's a personal gift.

However, when jealousy consumes him, his calm facade cracks wide open. Much like Kanto from Diabolik Lovers, Xenos doesn't handle jealousy well—he’s far too emotionally unstable. He’ll lash out in a childish fit of frustration, screaming and crying as if the world’s crashing down. His tantrums are unpredictable, full of wild accusations and irrational behavior, all fueled by the fear of losing his obsession.

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Nox is perhaps the most overprotective among them, making him seem like the tamest at first glance. His primary concern is your safety, and he genuinely believes that no one can care for you as well as he can. Nox doesn't outwardly display jealousy; in fact, he convinces himself that he's not jealous at all. But actions speak louder than words. He might subtly isolate you from others under the guise of protection, insisting that the world is too dangerous for someone as precious as you.

When he locks you away, it's not out of malice but out of a twisted sense of love and duty. "It's for your own good," he'll say softly, assuring you that this is the only way to keep you safe from all the bad creatures out there. His demeanor is gentle, his touch soft, making it easy to overlook the fact that you're essentially a prisoner in his care. Nox creates a comfortable environment for you, tending to your needs and lavishing you with attention. He might bring you your favorite books, cook your favorite meals, and spend hours engaging in conversations to keep you content.

Deep down, Nox struggles with the fear of losing you to the dangers he perceives in the world—or perhaps to others who might win your affection. He masks his insecurities by focusing on your well-being, convincing both you and himself that his actions are justified. In his mind, he's your guardian angel, the only one capable of ensuring your happiness and safety. While he doesn't throw fits of jealousy like others might, his overprotectiveness is a cage wrapped in kindness.

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Kaine is the ultimate flirt, always playful and teasing, never seeming to take anything too seriously. His charm is effortless, and he thrives on the reactions he gets, especially when he makes you blush or sends a shiver down your spine. It’s a game to him—he’ll scare you just enough to have you running straight into his arms, unaware that he’s the danger you should be fleeing from. The thrill of seeing fear flash in your eyes is something he relishes, and unlike others, he’s not subtle about it. He openly adores how vulnerable you become in those moments, how easy it is for him to slip in and play the hero to the very terror he creates.

While Kaine shares a sadistic streak with Soren, he’s far more forward about it. He doesn't hide behind tears or manipulative tactics; he sees no need to. In his mind, he doesn’t have to play mind games to make you his. He’s confident—perhaps even cocky—in his ability to get what he wants without resorting to deception. He believes he can break you down, piece by piece, and mold you into his perfect, compliant doll with nothing more than his charm and his sadistic tendencies.

Kaine’s affection is fierce and dangerous, but he’ll never hide it. He’ll show you exactly how much he enjoys your fear, how much it excites him to see you squirm, all while flashing that irresistible smile. There’s no need for manipulation when he can so easily bend you to his will with a mere glance or whispered word. His goal isn’t just to own you; it’s to reshape you, to transform you into his ideal creation—a perfect doll that responds to his every whim, trapped by the very affection that feels both comforting and terrifying.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Hehe. @briandraws and @shygirl4991 because you two seemed interested in these goobers. You can ask me not to tag you anymore and that’s fine-

Still no idea what their ship name should be, so if anyone has any ideas, go ahead and feel free to share them! ^^

Gonna be writing a fic for these goobers eventually.

But yeah, Kris is taller than Donnie. In the show, he’s 5 ft 6 (from what I’ve found. My god, he’s shorter than Luigi-) and Kris is around 6 ft 1, and torments him for this relentlessly.

So, some more general info about this ship below the cut because these dorks and consuming my brain rn. I guess kinda spoilers for the fic?? IDK. It’s more a quick rundown of the plot. If you wanna read the fic I’m gonna write blind, then ignore it.

Kris used to be a Purple Dragon, but sort of switched sides shortly after they started working for Shredder. He sort of became an informant for the turtles, having struck a deal with them so that he could continue to keep the reputation of being a Purple Dragon without actually having to deal with the beat-downs the turtles would give them.

Kris is a year older than the turtles, Casey, and April.

Before they found out that he’s a part of the Purple Dragons, April ended up having a crush on him during her stint of time hating the turtles after her father was mutated. But Kris wasn’t into her and shut her down quick.

At some point, the Purple Dragons and Shredder find out about Kris betraying them and beats him up, threatening to hurt his family if he dares to double cross them again, which leads to him fighting the turtles.

Donnie is confused by all of this and knows something is up, so he heads to Kris’ apartment, where he finds out that he lives with his elderly grandpa and helps take care of his triplet younger siblings (Mark, Ethan, and Amy (If you get the reference you now platonically own my heart)) alongside his twin brother Manny. Donnie then promises Kris that he’ll help him, and Kris sort of brushes him off.

But eventually the foot do kidnap Kris’ family (who had no idea he was a Purple Dragon either), and the turtles jump in to help Kris rescue them, which is when Kris finally decides to quit the Purple Dragons for good and join the team. All of this takes place before the Kraang invasion of New York, so he and his siblings are there for season 3’s events, and Kris joins in for season 4’s events too because my boy is going to space. Manny doesn’t get involved much because he is not much of a fighter. Although he and Mikey do become friends who begin shipping Kris and Donnie together once they see how the two interact.

April is ecstatic over Kris joining the team, and Donnie is now unsure of how he feels about the whole situation because he’s still having his bi awakening, y’all.

But he does have some rivalry with Kris, similar to how he does with Casey, although it is very one-sided. Kris just goes along with it cuz he’s grown to love messing with him.

But after Kris shuts April down for the umpteenth time (yes, she goes after him like Donnie does with her because haha irony-), Donnie realizes that he isn’t really competition for April’s affections. But he still keeps doing what he’s doing and having this rivalry with him, even though April has been completely removed from the equation.

Haha, turns out he’s bi and has a thing for Kris and this realization sends our beloved Donatello SPIRALING.

And to my fellow TMNT 2012 fans… remember the Bigfoot episode?

Kris is absolutely seething with jealousy towards Bigfoot throughout that whole thing. My guy turns greener than all the turtles combined with jealousy. He’s actually the reason Bigfoot runs away because dude just snaps of her for daring to get so close to Donnie and keep bugging him like that.

He eventually confesses to this once the turtles tell him off, although he does say it’s because Bigfoot was “being creepy” towards his “friend” *cough* crush *cough* and that it made him uncomfortable to see Donnie uncomfortable.

And, Donnie may be a genius on paper, but he is dumber than a box of rocks with this shit because he completely misses all the signs that Kris is in love with him. Like… my guy a bit stoopid and I love him for it.

Not gonna spoil how they get together tho.

But as an official couple, they are unbearable. Kris will annoy Donnie while he is working. Donnie will drag Kris into his science stuff and ramble about it for hours. No, Kris will not understand a single word he said but will listen to the yapping anyway.

Kris also came up with a stupid human disguise that somehow worked so he and Donnie can go on dates in public, although they do frequent Murakami’s place for the obvious reasons (although it was strange when Kris first showed up there since he was sort of involved in that first fight but had ran the second he saw 4 giant turtles come in and beat up his… coworkers?? They definitely weren’t really friends. Bro was a part of the gang for survival purposes only)

They are insufferable when it comes to PDA after a while. It takes Donnie a bit to get used to it, since… first boyfriend and first relationship, but once he’s warmed up to it, he’s all for it. Hand holding, kissing, cuddling, they even started calling each other those cheesy pet names, but only in front of others. Like, Honey-Bun, Turtle-Pie, Schmoopikins, all of those.

Kris brews Donnie’s coffee and will drag his ass to bed if it kills him. He takes care of 3 9 year olds. He can handle a grown-ass (sort of…) turtle.

So… that’s all for now :3

[skyfall8600]

Parent Trap: Part 18

Summary: You had the perfect life. A perfect daughter. A perfect career. You never expected that sending your daughter to summer camp would cause everything to spiral out of control. And your ex-husband… yeah you never saw that coming.          

Pairing: ex-husband!Eddie x Fem!reader

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Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting when he walked into the hotel lobby. The last few hours had been a rush of emotions, and frankly… he was surprised at himself that his mind still wasn’t wrapped around seeing you. A lot has changed since the two of you welcomed your daughters into the world; more specifically… once you left his priorities changed. 

His daughter was his main concern. Every decision he made day after day had been for Hallie, and secretly Annie who didn’t even know who he was. 

Perhaps he should have been concerned that he left Meredith stranded in the middle of New York, but she was a fully grown adult and could manage fine on her own. Besides, if he was alone with her any longer he might’ve blown his brains out. 

All he could think of now was to thank the woman who helped his daughter, then get the hell out of New York. 

It was easy for him to spot the bar, but he heard your laughter echo around him before he could even lay eyes on you. It was impossible for him to ever forget that precious sound. 

You were beyond nervous, unable to turn around to see when Eddie would walk in. Your drink was clutched in your hand and thankfully the bartender made good company. 

“They switched?” He said, cleaning and packing away a few glasses. 

You nodded laughing, sipping ever so slightly at your drink. “I couldn’t believe it! I mean— they’re both just so creative and smart, I feel like such a terrible mother that I couldn’t even tell my two daughters apart.” 

Eddie was frozen, eyes following the sound of your voice. And when they finally connected to your body frame, time stopped still. His ears became blocked out, unable to concentrate on hearing anything at all. 

His heart was pounding at his chest; his mind was screaming at him to move, to make his way over to you and finally put an end to almost 11 years of misery. But he saw how happy you looked; so much happier than the last few days you were with him. 

As if you could feel someone watching you, you turned to look behind you. Although you were expecting to see him, hell– that was the whole plan– it still took you by surprise when your eyes connected with his. 

Despite the few fine lines that now decorated his face, those eyes were still the same. Deep, dark and utterly captivating. While he was frozen in place, all the years of yarning made your body move without thinking. 

Much like before when he first saw you on that stage, time stood still when you walked up to him. He was sure that his ears were blocked because all he could hear was the thumping of his heart. 

Your earlier confidence betrayed you once you finally reached him, throat dry and burning. You could tell by the look on his face that he was in no position to make the first sentence, and so you pushed past the fear that was rising up in you. 

���Hi Eddie.” You said, surprised at how calm and soft your voice sounded. 

Hearing his name come from your lips pushed him over the edge; tears burned his eyes and he just shook his head. “What are you– why– where have you—” 

He was a mess and it broke your heart. You had to be strong; for yourself, for your girls– and to make the bitch that ruined your family pay. 

“Come sit with me… there are some things we have to discuss.” Your hands wrapped around his clammy ones, he let you lead him to the couches. His whole body still numb. 

“Oh, now you wanna talk? Didn’t seem like you wanted to say anything ten years ago.” He said in anger, and you tried to not let his words hurt you. 

“Eddie–”

“No.” He shook his head, “You don’t know how it tore me up inside when you didn’t even give me the decency to speak to me– just sent the papers.” 

Now it was your turn to cry softly, “No no– that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Eddie, I never sent the papers first– you sent them to me, with a note from your lawyer saying to sign them.” 

His mouth gaped open, his eyebrows furrowing together. 

“I did no such thing– I didn’t even think about hiring a lawyer until you sent the divorce papers signed!” 

You gave him a sad smile, “I know that now. I just needed time to clear my head, I never wanted a divorce–”

He cut you off by waving his hand in the air between you. “I can’t do this. Thank you for helping Hallie, but I think its best we just leave.” 

He stood up quickly, but your hands held on tightly to his arm. “Actually, that was Annie. Turns out Hallie has been with me.” 

He laughed, confused and angrily. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but i’m fairly certain I know which one of our daughters I had with me–” 

As if on cue, both girls rushed inside the hotel lobby. Hand in hand, a worried expression on both of their faces. 

“Annie…” Eddie breathed out. He hadn’t expected the two girls to ever be in the same room together again, let alone already so close. 

“It seems like we sent them to the same summer camp, and they switched places– put this whole charade together too.” You whispered at him, the soft smile on your face vanishing when you saw what was following behind them. 

Covered in paint and glitter, Meredith was screaming at the girls. Cursing at them. 

You pushed past Eddie, rushing over to where the girls now stood. A mixture of fear and determination made up their body expression; unwilling to give in to the blonde’s cruel words. 

“Meredith.” You spoke, cold and loudly. “I believe there is something we should talk about; like how you manipulated my marriage to end.” 

The words struck Eddie to the core, and he slowly made sense of what you were trying to say. 

“You–” Meredith huffed out, her hair falling in front of her face as she breathed angrily. “And what the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” 

Her laugh was sinister, one of her hands crept onto Hallie’s shoulders and your instincts took over. Barricading the girls with your body, you pushed them behind you. 

“If you ever lay a hands on my daughters again, I’ll fucking kill you.” 

Eddie was taken aback by how you spoke; he’d never heard you speak like that. And by the looks of your daughters’ faces, he could tell that they hadn’t either. 

Something in Meredith’s face changed as she moved to look at Eddie, “Are you really going to believe her?! The bitch walked out on you and sent the divorce papers the next week!” 

Eddie’s face twitched when she called you that foul name, even all these years later he couldn’t stand someone speaking about you that way. 

The girls spun around on their heals, now fully facing their father. They spoke loudly, their voices triumphing over the others. 

“Slow down– one at a time.” Eddie said, “I can’t understand you if you’re yelling over each other.” 

His chest warmed that he finally had both his girls in front of him. He took in every feature they had identical, but he was still able to tell the difference in the way their eyes gleamed at him. He felt like a failure that he couldn’t realise that Annie’s eyes had a different sparkle in them to Hallie; that he unknowingly had the wrong twin the entire time. No– wrong is not the right word to choose. Because all ten years had been wrong; this, both daughters in front if him was how it should have been. 

“Meredith played you– she made up lies, didn’t pass over where we were so you thought mum did’t want to see you or speak to you—” Annie started to speak, her cheeks flushed with redness as she rushed through her words. 

Hallie nodded along, “She made it look like you were the one asking for a divorce! Mum only signed it because she thought it was what you wanted.” 

You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, and you so desperately wanted to run into his arms and confirm everything was true. But you refused to let Meredith out of your sight. 

“Is that true Meredith?” He asked, his voice a little louder than a whisper. When she didn’t reply, his voice changed into a similar sound of anger that yours was only seconds ago. “Is that fucking true?!” 

Meredith nervously laughed, trying to fix her hair. “Of course not Eddie!” 

Meredith tried to move closer but you continued to block her with your body. 

“Get out of my way.” She spat at you, “Do you see how controlling she is? Why would you ever want her!? All those years I watched you, she was always there telling you what to do. Or where to go. She didn’t even let you see your friends–” 

“That’s not true, Meredith.” Eddie interrupted, joining you by placing the twins safe behind him. “How would you know what our life was like behind close doors?” 

He was beyond angry now, finally in a position that he could see the tears streaming down your face as you stood your ground. 

“I’m going to ask once more Meredith. Is it true? Were you the reason the were divorce papers in the first place?” 

Meredith sucked in a breath, fear choking her. She nodded, “You were better off without her!” 

Six little words. It’s amazing how much relief and anger can be evaporated by six words of confession. Eddie may have been stunned in silence to learn the truth. But you were a mother on revenge; and perhaps those six little words finally tipped you over the edge. 

Your fist colliding perfectly with her nose, the sound of bones cracking and the blood spattered on impact.

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Note: Sorry it has taken so long for an update! Between having Covid then the holiday season, the days just slipped right past me! There will be one final chapter to finish this series off! 

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[aikuse]

chapter 2: umbrella beach

❝ home will always be here, unseen, out of sight, where I disappear and hide. I think dreamy things as I'm waving goodbye, so I'll spread out my wings and fly. ❞

word count: 2,904 content: gn!reader (no pronouns used), alcohol usage (kakucho drinks two rum punches which is his right), south cameo, beaching it jokes about being dead (izana's humor sucks), big tiddy bartender time. a/n: chapter two is here! this is relatively uneventful, mostly just kakucho traveling and being hit on by one of the beach bartenders lol. all the inspo for the room and the resort itself is from this villa in the philippines don't look too hard at that price tag i almost vomited when i saw it lmfao. and reader finally appears! i'm keeping them pretty gender neutral for this go around, but next chapter should be a lil spicy ;) did i mention south cameo??? he's gonna be ooc as hell and i don't care LOL. enjoy!! tags: @qichun @bajisdarling @kenpachisbrat @highpri3stess @fengxun @benkeibear @suyacho @bleach-your-panties @reiners-milkbiddies @honeybleed @mitsuwuyaa

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Kakucho barely recalls the night he left, and in addition, the entirety of the transport that led him here.

He did remember a plane, sitting next to a window with an empty seat beside him, which Izana happily took. A flight attendant had given him something fruity with rum in it, placed in front of him in a shock of red slush and a yellow umbrella on top. She’d said something close to enjoy your drink, but he hadn’t paid much attention to her response, simply nodding and taking a sip. His lips turned. It was all sugar and sweetness; but it felt good. Refreshing.

Izana smiles at him. Don’t like sweet drinks?

“No,” Kakucho says softly, taking another sip and quickly betraying his statement. He takes a moment for the slush to melt on his tongue before shrugging. “Well, alright, it’s pretty damn good.” He was never one for sweet drinks; he preferred whiskey, when he did drink, which was not often due to his past negligence. But hell, he’s on a plane on vacation. He’s allowed a few slip-ups. And one rum punch isn’t going to send him spiraling; this wasn’t a drinking binge under pressure. He was actually enjoying himself.

He’d turned his phone off, purchasing a burner on his way out of Tokyo. As the plane lifted off into the air, he could almost feel the claws of Bonten releasing from him, even just momentarily; he wondered if Rindou had told everyone, breaking his promise (although Rindou’s promises do tend to be pretty shitty in the first place) and stoking a fire. He can almost see it; Ran’s look of fake surprise, Koko’s look of real surprise, Mikey’s indifference as he wastes away at the top of a crime syndicate he never truly cared about in the first place.

He fears when he’ll have to come back. He may be dragged back, or not; either way, he’s hoping that it won’t be brutal. He can handle punishments at the hands of most of the Bonten members; hell, he could probably take many of them on himself. But he did fear them in some capacity; mostly because of how well some of them fit into the lifestyle they’d curated. It was a little terrifying seeing how easily they excused murder, or drug abuse, or using women for nothing more than pleasure. Kakucho wasn’t a prude by any means; but the way he’d seen some of them, especially Takeomi, treat some of the women they’d had at clubs put a horrible taste into his mouth.

Izana’s face comes into his frame of sight. You’re thinking too hard. They can function without you for as long as you need. Stop worrying about it.

Kakucho scoffs, blinking as he drags himself out of the spiral he’d certainly have fallen into if Izana hadn’t said something. “Probably. They’ll be at each other’s throats, I’d bet. That’s a sight I’ll miss seeing.” Thinking of Rindou with his shocking purple hair and glasses, easily a foot shorter than everyone else present, glaring up at Ran and Takeomi, Koko attempting to barter for a better sentencing, was both terrifying and hilarious. Him and Rindou had never been close, but he did happen to be the lesser of two evils. Although that wasn’t saying much, anyway.

The plane touches down so gently that Kakucho barely registers they’ve landed until he looks out the window.

He fully expects the concrete jungle of Tokyo, but instead, there’s appearances of green with the ocean spreading out to the horizon in front of him. The salty sea air stings his nostrils as he leaves the plane, Izana right next to him as he bounds down the stairs. Kakucho knows he didn’t grow up here, but he definitely feels a sense of home here nonetheless. Like how ghosts who didn’t live in one place but were culturally from somewhere else get their ashes spread there…something like that.

He breezes through baggage claim and getting to the resort is blurry; something about the driver knowing him with a wink, tinted windows making sure the glare of the sun doesn’t bother him so much, the receptionist smiling at him as he checks in, and finally, he stands in front of the door to his room. He has an extended stay for three months; Izana made sure that he booked for longer than his original two weeks. Two weeks wouldn’t be nearly enough to make him feel better.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the view.

Everywhere he looks, there’s a view of the sparkling blue ocean. Tropical birds perch on the windowsill, and fly off with sweet chirps as he enters, placing his bags on the floor. The smell of the sea is strong, but it smells cleaner than Tokyo; his mind is already more at ease. Izana follows him closely, flopping onto the bed. It doesn’t indent beneath him; another reminder that he’s not really here.

It’s so pretty here.

Kakucho hums, wandering out onto the porch as he lights a cigarette. The receptionist had stated this was a smoke-free resort, but Kakucho didn’t care. He was in his room, and he’s sure there’s a note on that reservation detailing who he is. Even so, he’ll pay the fee if he needs to as he takes a long drag, leaning on the window. Izana wanders over to him after leaving the bedroom, taking up residence on the chair next to him, settling in nicely as his eyes slide shut.

The sun hits his face, warm and cozy, just like the day where he’d last spoken to Koko.

For the first time in months, Kakucho smiles.

Kakucho’s sleep that night is nothing notable.

He awakens early, as he usually does, wandering down to the café for a pastry in his slides and board shorts, a Hawaiian shirt hanging off of his frame. He doesn’t bother buttoning it up; he’ll be on the beach soon enough, anyway. The pastries lined up on the table are light, tasting like sugar and cream and air as he bites into one. Izana watches him longingly, and Kakucho can’t help but chuckle.

“Missing real food, huh?”

Izana rolls his eyes.

Shut up. It’s one of the shitty things about being dead, you know. You’ll find out when you finally decide to die.

Kakucho laughs out loud at that, with Izana’s eyes glittering with humor at the jest. “Yeah, if I decide to die,” he says, gathering his things and walking towards the door to the beach, “and that’s an if. What if I just decide to live forever? Who’s gonna stop me?”

Izana doesn’t miss a beat. Rindou. Or Koko.

“Really? Rindou, my ‘good friend’? Sounds about right.”

The shorter man hums, but doesn’t comment on it. He knows better, Kakucho thinks; Rindou would sell him for a nice piece of paper if he had the means. And Koko? If he got a good enough deal…Kakucho was expendable, he knows that, even if the boys made it strongly known that he wasn’t. Their obsession into the topic only gave it away.

The sand is hot underneath Kakucho’s feet as he precariously ventures out; white sand being hot was a new one for him, but he acclimates to it quickly as he approaches one of the many lawn chairs strewn out. Sunscreen stings his nose as he removes his shirt, spraying it all over himself. Izana takes his place in the seat next to him, smirking at Kakucho’s effort of reaching the small of his back to rub in the sunscreen.

See, there’s a perk. I don’t have to wear sunscreen because I can’t get burnt.

“Wow,” Kakucho says, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “what a great perk of being dead. I’ll definitely enjoy not being burnt by the sun when I’m gone.”

The morning goes by quickly, the beach filling up with more people as the day drags on. Kakucho manages to get some sleep on the chair, before watching a group set up a volleyball net and draw out a field in front of him. They seem around his age, definitely here on their parents’ dime with the tans and expensive sunglasses and bikinis on some of the girls. One guy has a sprawling black tattoo, not unlike Rindou’s now that he thinks about it, spiraling up the side of his face and head.

After a while of watching them try and fail to successfully do a serve, Kakucho gets up to venture to the bar. Sweat makes his shirt stick to his back, so he removes it, leaving it behind. “Don’t go anywhere,” he jokes at Izana, who rolls his eyes again. Fuck off.

At the bar, the pretty bartender bats her eyelashes at him as he slides into a seat. She’s pretty, long black hair sticking to her skin from the heat, a sheen of sweat glistening along her body. Her blue bikini is working overtime to restrain her breasts that are threatening to spill out from the small cups, the bottom’s strings peeking out above her jean shorts.

“What’ll ya have, gorgeous?” she asks, her lip gloss shining in the sunlight as Kakucho’s gaze travels along the liquor bottles, “Can get ya a simple rum punch if ya want. It’s all the rage at the beach, of course.”

Kakucho nods, humming. “Sure. I’ll take two.”

She scrunches her eyebrows, as if looking around to see if he’s here with somebody. “For you and…?”

“Me and me. I deserve two of these, trust me.”

She giggles to herself as she grabs the rum. “You got a point there, pretty boy. What are ya doing here? Vacationing?”

Kakucho sighs. “Something like that. Just needed to get away.”

A hum. “Yeah, that’s what most of these people are doing. That, and using their trust fund parents’ money. Oh well, it keeps me in a job, even if they’re all a pain in the ass.”

She serves up the two rum punches with little umbrellas in them, before giving him another flashing smile. “Drink up! Feel free to come back for more.” With a wink, she wanders off to the other side of the bar, where a few middle-aged men are yelling for what’s on draft. She swings her hips as she does so, her thighs jiggling as she walks; Kakucho knows that tactic, he’s not stupid. He scoffs, grabbing his drinks, and leaving the bar. Little does she know that he’s not here for that; although her calling him pretty boy did make his chest twinge. Just a little bit.

The sand is hot underneath his feet again, having been in the shade for a few moments to lose the acclimation, and he tiptoes back to the chairs where Izana is waiting. He lifts up the drinks, smiling to himself, and—

“FUCK!”

Something hits him smack in the face, and he stumbles back, blinking in shock. His vision is blurry, but as he grips the drinks in his hands, he’s managed to not spill any of it. Thank God, because that would require another trip to the slutty bartender, and he’s really not ready to be objectified again. As he blinks rapidly for his vision to return, a figure swims in his vision, rapidly approaching him.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” a voice says. It’s feminine, middle pitch, and as his vision focuses…

He almost drops the drinks from that alone.

He barely has time to process the person in front of him before they’re yapping again, apologizing profusely as their hand grabs onto his arm, leading him back to where his chair is, sitting on the chair next to him. Kakucho’s vision finally comes back fully, and he takes in the sight in front of him. Izana has moved from the chair to stand behind him, red rage radiating off of him in waves.

All he can think of is pretty.

You’re gorgeous, hair tied up in a bun, baby hairs flying away, cheeks flushed from exertion and sweat covering your skin. Your bikini is a nice cerulean blue, matching well with your tan, gym shorts low on your hips. You’re saying something about how you suck at volleyball and you really should have noticed Kakucho was right there before you’d served, and—

He places the drinks down and grabs your hands. Your eyes go wide.

“It’s fine…uh—”

You say your name with a smile, sheepishly.

He smiles back. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kakucho. Probably not the best way to introduce yourself to someone, yeah? If you wanted to say hi, you could’ve found a…less violent way.”

You throw your head back in a laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Although it did get your attention, I guess, right?” you shoot back, one of your eyebrows high on your forehead. He doesn’t respond at once, and you look back down at his hands wrapped around your wrists. “You gonna let go or do you do this to all the girls you meet?”

Kakucho’s face goes bright red, he can feel the burning as he rips his hands away, like he’s been stung. “Right, yeah, sorry,” he mumbles, and you laugh again. Your laugh is so pretty; like a wind chime. “No worries, I probably just gave you a concussion anyway. I can imagine you feel a little shaken up.”

There’s a beat of silence after you’re done speaking, and you take up the silence again. It’s clear you like to talk as you start again. “I’m gonna sit here with you if that’s alright. Feels like I should since I injured you and all that, and again, I’m no good at volleyball.”

“I’ll say,” Kakucho says, taking a sip of the rum punch, humming as the chill hits the back of his throat, “what are you guys here for, by the way? Vacation?”

You nod. “Yeah, South’s dad got us a few months here to hang out during the summer. It was either this or Rio, and South wasn’t very keen on going back. So, we decided on here.”

Kakucho nods again. “Rio de Janeiro, I assume? Who’s South?”

You point to the guy with the massive tattoo, who serves the ball and smashes it right into one of the other guys, who doubles over with a howl. South’s face splits into a massive smile as he grabs the girl next to him, pressing a messy kiss to her forehead as she giggles, attempting to push him away. He seems alright. Kind of like someone I know…

You two chat for a little longer, finding out what your backgrounds are. He thinks it’s part of a concussion test; if he can recall what he does and who he is, that’s probably a good sign there’s no brain damage. Turns out, you’re a student at one of the universities in Tokyo, studying some fancy subject that Kakucho didn’t really understand.

The sun is well past its zenith when Kakucho hears South calling for you, and he’s almost finished his rum punch when he nods at him. “Looks like your group’s leaving.”

You look over and wave, before looking back at Kakucho, smiling. “Yeah. See you around?” you ask, gathering yourself as you stand up. Kakucho nods, giving you his room number. “In case you get bored. I do have a cool patio bath thing I’ve been meaning to try out,” he says, and at your raised eyebrows, he swallows, “but no rush. Don’t want to seem weird. You just…feel like a breath of fresh air. Sorry if that’s a little weird.”

Your eyes shine as you smile at him. He wishes he could take a picture of you like that, frozen in time, happy.

You run off, joining South and the others as they wander off the beach, their things in tow. He watches you until your group is specks on the horizon, wandering back to the other side of the resort from him. He’s not sure you’ll come see him later, but the thought of you doing so makes him feel a little giddy.

In all honesty, Kakucho isn’t sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not just a friendly stranger feeling of meeting someone new. No, there’s something else. his chest feels tight, unusually tight as he sips his second rum punch, the alcohol loosening him up. Izana says nothing, taking up the spot you’d left on the chair again, staring off into the ocean.

Something fated, something that feels meant to be about all of this. Stars aligning and whatnot.

Whatever it is, he is certainly not ready for what is to come.

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[clariannahoney]

Rough Squirting Fantasy Part 3

Yoongi led Jane to the expansive bathtub, filled with warm water and scented with jasmine oil. The steamy atmosphere enveloped them as they stepped in, the water reaching just below their waists. Yoongi positioned Jane against the edge, her back to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Relax," he whispered into her ear, his voice a soothing murmur. "Let me take care of you now."

Jane leaned into his embrace, feeling the tension from their earlier encounter begin to melt away under the warmth of the water and Yoongi's touch. His hands moved gently over her body, massaging her shoulders and neck, easing the knots of stress that had accumulated there.

As she relaxed, Yoongi turned her around to face him, his eyes locking onto hers. "You are so beautiful when you let go," he said, his voice thick with emotion. He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled.

Breaking the kiss, Yoongi trailed his fingertips down her spine, sending shivers through her body. He then guided her to sit on the edge of the tub, her legs submerged in the water. Kneeling before her, he looked up, his expression intense and focused.

"Spread your legs for me, Jane," he commanded softly, his gaze never leaving hers.

She obeyed, parting her thighs slightly, exposing herself to his view. Yoongi's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him. With deliberate movements, he reached out and cupped her sex, feeling the moisture there.

"So ready for me," he murmured approvingly, his fingers tracing delicate patterns over her sensitive flesh. Jane bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body responding eagerly to his skilled touch.

Yoongi leaned forward, blowing lightly on her heated skin. The cool breeze against her wetness caused Jane to gasp, her hips instinctively thrusting towards his hand. Encouraged, Yoongi inserted one finger, then two, into her core, moving them in slow, deep strokes that made her arch off the tub edge.

"That's it, Jane," he coaxed, watching her reactions closely. "Let me feel how much you want this."

His words fueled her arousal, making her more desperate for release. She gripped the sides of the tub, her breathing becoming erratic as he continued to pump his fingers inside her, building the pressure within her until she felt as if she might burst.

"Please," Jane begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I can't hold back anymore."

Yoongi removed his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. His tongue delved into her, tasting her deeply, licking and sucking with relentless fervor. Jane cried out, her body bucking beneath his assault, pleasure coursing through her veins like wildfire.

He changed his angle, finding the spot that made her toes curl. Jane's vision blurred, her mind spiraling into a vortex of sensation as he worked her relentlessly towards climax. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Yoongi pulled back, standing before her once again.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice commanding despite the huskiness betraying his own arousal.

Jane did as instructed, sinking to her knees in the water, her eyes level with his erection straining against his pants. Yoongi unfastened his belt, releasing himself, his cock springing free. Jane's breath caught at the sight, her mouth watering in anticipation.

"Suck me," Yoongi demanded, his hands gripping her hair tightly. "Show me how good you can make me feel."

She complied, wrapping her lips around his length, taking him deep into her throat. Yoongi groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around him. He held her steady, guiding her pace, his hips thrusting subtly to meet her efforts.

Jane's jaw ached, but the taste of him and the power she held over him drove her on. She hollowed her cheeks, applying suction that made Yoongi grit his teeth, his body trembling with the force of his restraint.

"Enough," he gasped finally, lifting her by her arms and placing her back on the tub edge. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."

With that, he positioned himself between her legs, aligning his throbbing member with her entrance. Jane braced herself, her hands clutching the edges of the tub as he pushed into her, filling her completely. They both groaned at the exquisite joining, the slick slide of skin on skin enhanced by the water surrounding them.

Yoongi set a brutal pace, his thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through Jane's body. She met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his downward plunge, her cries echoing off the tiled walls.

"Yes, like that," Yoongi growled, his face contorted with passion. "Take everything I give you."

Jane's world narrowed to the point where they were joined, the intensity overwhelming her senses. She felt the orgasm building, a tidal wave threatening to consume her.

"I'm... I'm almost there," she panted, her voice breaking with strain.

"Then come for me, Jane," Yoongi urged, his thrusts increasing in speed and force. "Let it all out."

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Kissing as a dare with Dano!riddler??

Truth or Dare

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 650 ah big brain anon he's the perfect one for a silly little smooching dare 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, kisses, kinda teasing and also maybe a bit of stress on eddie's end oop

Sitting on the rough, stained carpet in Eddie’s apartment you took another sip of your drink and then offered him the question.

“Truth or dare, Eddie?”

He looked nervously up at you, still picking at the skin around his fingers as he spoke.”

“Uh… truth.”

Your eyes lit up with glee and mischief, and he felt his heart sink in his chest.

“Ok… where is it you go every evening?”

He didn’t answer, but his wide eyes and narrowing pupils suggested you’d struck a nerve. With a self-satisfied grin you continued.

“I hear you sneaking off at night, we live next door to each other remember, dummy. The walls are paper thin. I can hear every time you open your apartment door. Do you have a secret someone you’re not telling me about?”

You hoped not. This was supposed to be a way to get to know him better, and here you were, running the risk of hurting your own feelings. Thankfully, Eddie interrupted your spiralling train of thoughts.

“That’s two questions.”

Smiling, you shoved his arm lightly.

“Ok, well answer the first one.”

“I… I’d… I think they’re supposed to be yes or no questions?”

Eddie held his breath, desperately trying to give himself time to think of a decent excuse that wouldn’t incur follow up questions. He really couldn’t afford to have you snooping around. You were such a good friend to him, more than that, he hoped… it would be a shame to have to… He shook the rather violent thought from his head and focused instead of trying to look casual, natural.

“That’s not the rules, Eddie. You’re thinking of Twenty Questions. Do you forfeit? You can try for a dare if you want.”

Thankful for the opportunity, he nodded profusely.

“Yes, please.”

He tried not to sound desperate, but he was still nodding, not even realising it until his soft hair fell out of place in front of his clear glasses. As he straightened them up and tucked his hair back into its usual neat but maybe slightly unfashionable style, you giggled a little.

“That’s fine. I’ll get the answer out of you either way.”

With a sly wink you brought your finger to your mouth, making a dramatic show of your ‘thinking’ when you knew exactly what his dare was going to be.

“Hm… ok… I dare you to… kiss me.”

“What?”

“I dare you to kiss me, Eddie.”

“How… h-how would that-”

“Because! If you’ve got a secret partner that you’re not telling me about then you won’t want to be kissing just anyone. So, if you forfeit, I have my answer. You won’t kiss me because you can’t betray someone’s trust. And then you’ll owe me dinner.”

You were so pleased with your logic until Eddie undermined you.

“That’s presumptuous.”

It was. Maybe he didn’t want to kiss you because he just didn’t like you, or didn’t feel that way about you.

“I mean, I might just be a bad person.”

Blinking slowly, you looked into his eyes.

“I don’t think you are, Eddie. Definitely not.”

“Oh.”

Surprised at how sincere you sounded, Eddie allowed himself to let go, to ease up, leaning in to you and pressing his lips to yours in a soft and tentative kiss. His mouth didn’t move, his lips stayed still against your own as he pressed harder into you before he sat back, his glasses lightly steamed and his cheeks turning pink. He smiled, a lopsided, goofy little grin, as he wiped the lenses on his shirt and cleared his throat.

“Ok, your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He thought for a moment, looking deep into your eyes, slightly less afraid now that he’d actually kissed you. Now that he knew you thought he was a good person.

“Do you really want to know what I get up to at night?”

[cxpperhead]

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body. @question-marked

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

He can't stop himself, these terrible things that he does. Once a month, Copperhead feels the strongest compulsion to latch his claws into the closest living being and it's all he can do to keep his killer instinct under control, taking on contracts here and there so at least he has some control over who he must kill rather than risk losing all control and ending the life of an innocent person or worse, somebody who means the world to him. Eddie just so happened to be one of those people, and it's one of those situations that hurts Copperhead deeply knowing of the struggles that Eddie's gone through to get where he is today. It's like some sort of dirty secret, Copperhead sneaking away to get his fix before Eddie realizes he's gone. Get out, find his target, kill him (or her) before the end of the night and get back for a shower before the sun comes up. Easy enough, right? Well, it wasn't and it's with a heavy heart that Copperhead prowls the rooftops, his eyes fixed on his target as he keeps to the shadows so that the moon doesn't betray his position with moving shadows... Once it had all been so easy, back when Eddie had been the Riddler. Copperhead did his foul deeds on the side, out of sight and out of mind as the saying went. They didn't interfere with each other's work and for a while things had been good. That was before Eddie had a change of heart, turning away from his villainous past and turning over a new leaf, as though anybody could do it. Well, that wasn't exactly fair to Eddie either, putting it like that. Eddie hadn't been happy, spiralling further upon each defeat at the hands of Batman, languishing in Arkham, once in solitary confinement for weeks on end. He'd been a deeply unhappy man and the last thing Copperhead wanted to do was ruin all that for him when his life had just started going right, and Eddie didn't need this nasty compulsion causing problems in his new life. Yes, Eddie had become a detective and a damn good one at that too. He hadn't asked too many questions - it was Eddie's life as a private eye after all, but Copperhead couldn't help but feel as though he needed to be extra careful, lest Eddie got on the case regarding the latest string of murders in the city. Copperhead could handle Batman's wrath, however vicious the vigilante got but the thought of seeing that disappointment in Eddie's eyes... Copperhead shook his head free from such thoughts, deciding to make his job a quick one. One step, then two. His quarry had moved off to a more secluded part of the city which pleased him as there were fewer cameras in the area. It was less likely there'd be witnesses also - this was a troubled part even for Gotham, so Copperhead quickly slipped down, past windows and walls, over ledges and balconies until he was hanging above his prey, like a leopard looming over a small, plump deer... The little man, a witness himself in some shady business hadn't lasted long after that. Copperhead hadn't asked questions, he wasn't paid to do so but somebody wanted Alonso Sweeney dead and made sure to pay handsomely for it. The sound of footsteps nearby caused Copperhead to lift his head, his tail still wrapped around Alonso's thick neck. He'd expected company on some level, an affiliate of his target perhaps but whoever it was, Copperhead hadn't expected it to be Eddie himself. In that moment, Copperhead turned from a prowling hunter into a deer himself, eyes wide in shock as Eddie stepped into the light. This... was not good, getting caught in the act, and here he was, quite possibly having just killed Eddie's client.

"Eddie? It's..." Copperhead started lamely. That it's what, not what you think? Of course it was, there was a dead man hanging by the neck from his tail in the middle of an abandoned school district! Copperhead was guilty as all hell, his hands red as the trickle of blood still dripping from Sweeney's round nose. This wasn't good, and Copperhead looked away shamefully, unable to bear the thought of having caused his mate harm.

[dareers-horniness]

Heroic Discharge

"Grrrrr. SNAP OUT OF IT, POWERBARK!" Ursa Major roared at his hypnotized superfriend, the bulky wolf hero having been turned into a much rounder, though still massive, skunk by Mephitizer.

"YOU'RE NO DIM SKUNK! YOU'RE A RIGHTEOUS HERO!" The hulking bear reasoned.

Though, the thoroughly zonked skunk simply let out a giggle and turned tail towards the rest of the hero league.

They all frowned at his self-debasing actions.

"Hehe. Skunks super stinky!" He blabbered unintelligently before letting out a fart that enveloped his former team.

Mephitizer watched the whole scene play out from behind Powerbark, a wide grin on his muzzle as he got a front row seat to watch the former wolf betray the rest of his team.

Sputtering sounded from the flatulence cloud as it dissipated, all of the heroes attempting to clear their lungs of the stink. Though, when the thick, fetid smog finally evaporated, the beloved hero league stood much differently.

Instead of the admirable, heroic forms that they had not even a minute earlier, in each of their places now stood hefty, much more chub-ridden skunks.

Some of the heroes groaned, trying to regain their bearings, especially while now being assaulted by additional mental influences they were much less accustomed to. Influences such as their added heft, an odd affinity for the smell in the air, and… their urge to fart too?

An air-headedness seemed to accompany some of them, just as it had Powerbark, a giggle beginning in their own muzzles as small, odoriferous toots left their idly-raised tails.

Ursa Major brought a paw to his head, now recognizing his own mental changes, only to see his new jet-black paw.

"W-what is this, Mephitizer? Is this your doing?" He groaned again, the stench of his dimming teammates beginning to waft into his and the other still coherent heroes' snouts.

"MINE?! Of course not! This is ALL Powerfart wanting to share his super skunky smell with you!" He beamed.

Powerbark giggled dumbly at the mention of his name

Ursa Major grimaced, his head already feeling lighter.

"S-so big… and round…" He noted, now viewing his new pudgy form, only to lift his arm and give his pit a sniff, suddenly picking up a heavy aroma. "A-and smelly…"

"Well of COURSE!" The skunk villain agreed.

"It's normal for a super ripe skunk to have a bit of heft! A little roundness to their lazy forms. And stink is even MORE normal! It's NATURAL for skunks to just lift their tails and rip a good fart!" He added.

This seemed to send the hero captain's mind into a spiral.

"B-but… we-we're heroes… not skunks…" He reasoned.

Though, many of the heroes behind him failed to maintain that sentiment, their nobility and loyalty to their citizens seemingly lost to their new thoughts of stink and laziness, not even thinking twice as they let loose mind-addling farts.

The sounds alone riled the former bear's mind, but the stenches that quickly entered his snout and traveled all the way down to his lungs were absolutely all-encompassing. The big shot hero leader couldn't think of anything else OTHER than his fellow heroes' musky flatulence!

"G-guys… stop stinkin' up da place…" Ursa Major commanded weakly upon taking a deep snort of the air.

Though, his erratic huffs of the stink-permeating fog showed his true feelings of the thickening, smelly miasma.

It was all too intoxicating. The skunk stink, the heft he now felt.

Despite his stubbornness to try and hold on to his heroic morals and pride, with ALL of the other heroes in the league letting out mind-muddling, through-disrupting farts, it was impossible for him to NOT want to join in! He WAS a super stinky skunk after all!

"Duh-huh-huh-huh…" Ursa Major began in a groan, only for it to quickly mold into a chuckle.

"Skunks stink so smartly!" He blabbered before crouching slightly, flagging his tail, wincing, and ripping a loud, brassy fart that filled the air around his group of dim, giggling former-heroes.

PPHHRRRRRTTTTT

[fazedlight]

the rhea thing!!!

Lena knew she was lied to... but Rhea had a compelling story, so Lena decided to give Rhea a second chance. And that second chance resulted in Lena sending Kara's boyfriend off the planet, and Kara growing distant from her - Lena almost lost the most precious person in her life from trusting Rhea.

and think about also how this felt after she learned that kara was in fact supergirl! it turns out she tried specifically to talk to -supergirl herself- for advice about rhea, and then blamed herself for kara’s distance when kara/supergirl made her own call to send her bf off planet. and if lena hadn’t been out of the superfriend loop, she likely never would have given rhea the second chance - or maybe even the first chance; rhea wouldn’t have been able to single her out.

And then she was lied to again, but the liar was the most precious person in her life. (Just after Lena chose to kill the only other precious person in her life, to protect the liar who was using her.)

you phrase this so succinctly and so well, it really feels like the sort of thought that would tumble around in lena’s head while she was spiralling. i kind of felt that the superfriends (the writers?) were really blase about the whole death of lex situation. in other dceu shows the hero failing to save someone or killing someone - even by accident - is usually a big retrospective thing, especially given the whole supergirl doesn’t kill thing. even if kara tries to save him first, she thinks she caused her best friend’s villainous brother’s death - but there’s no reckoning at all until it turns out lena killed him, even though she knows exactly what lex meant to lena. (practically speaking i think there were probably just too many loose ends to tie up at the end of the season, but in the context of the rift it feels like it’s additional fodder for lena to feel used and betrayed.)

It feels really telling in a way that she was willing to have Andrea back in her life (in some capacity) after Kara's betrayal, given how Andrea and Kara rhyme in interesting ways. I'm still mulling over what I think of that.

i thought this also!!! andrea and kara are actually very similar in their interaction with lena: in both cases they kind of unilaterally decide ‘i am your friend now’, and afterwards that mutual devotion is there as well - lena literally shows up in argentina, andrea’s dad is still sick, and lena goes ‘i need to find this medal’ and andrea drops everything and organises an expedition? it gives the sense that lena used to rely on andrea the same way she comes to rely on kara, so the echo of that betrayal is such an interesting parallel.

the way that episode played out with andrea’s betrayal, i felt you could almost read it as lena’s break-up with jack and moving to national city wasn’t even so much in response to lex and his trial as much as it was a pre-emptive response triggered by learning of andrea’s betrayal (if i can’t even trust andrea, who can i trust? which seems to be the exact reaction she has to kara - except when push came to shove, she sought out andrea again).

(it’s also possible i am pushing a very specific headcanon because i just really really think lena and andrea have serious exes energy.)

i would love to hear your thoughts and headcanons! (thanks again for reading these really long asks, haha)

Yes to all of this, especially the lackluster way Kara treated Lex's death.

I definitely headcanon Andrea as Lena's ex. The way it played out on screen... I honestly forgot a lot of the time that that's not canon.

I'll definitely share more of my headcanons over time as the thoughts occur to me! 😉