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glumet-shadow · 1 month

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twst x enstars

inspired by shinyjr's post called 'what are you doing in my apartment'

why are they/you in your/my apartment

it was late, you had just got back from a long day at ES. When you entered your home a few people you remembered from a game were inside, but they werent real. Right? In response you pull out your phone and keys to aim at the strangers.

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Heartslabyul

Roses? Did Tsukasa and or the tea club drop off rose tea in your house? When you walked forward onto the stairs you see two men, one with ginger hair with a heart on his face. The other with dark blue hair and a spade mark to match, you scream as you think they broke into your house. Once they hear you they scream as well running into your room.

When you entered your room you saw the rest of the group, nearly panicking you called your favorite idol, but the leader takes your phone and hangs it up quickly. "Hear us out, we dont mean harm we swear."

You want to know what they all do in your home and when they find out about your obsessive coworkers?

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Ace Trapolla

No offense, but why is your house so small? Its nothing like ramshackle. But its very pretty and looks nice.

When ace first entered your home he was shocked to see posters of idols in your home. The first thing he put his hands on was an album which had photos of yourself and the idols. He was amazed-- until he saw someone who looked like riddle. Yeah, he screamed loudly which caused deuce to come and scream at the photo as well. They soon realized the difference once they saw people riddle never met in the photo.

What does he do though? After a few days and being placed under house arrest by riddle he finds your workplace. When he sees the large building he goes in, what he didnt expect was to see you, his precious player with people who looked like himself and deuce. Subaru, the one who looked like him, screamed, thinking it was a crazed fan who broke in. Though after you spoke up about how he doesnt actually know anyone but you he calmed down. Ace ran up to hug you which subaru wasnt happy about but let it happen seeing as you were ok with it.

Riddle and the others quickly followed in, causing a whole mess and you having to explain. No, they arent crazed fans of them, they are just your (obsessed) roommates. Eichi walks forward from the idols and seems skeptical but after a nod from you he holds you in his arms and drags you away from everyone. Noone knew you got roommates! Even those who had cameras! (except izumi but thats for later!)

When ace is alone he often photo copies every album with a photo of you and edits all of them into a collage of you (having removed the idols due to anger and jealousy) He wanted memories with you to!

Ace takes a job at ES, eichi or ibara had offered it to him. They only did so to see what Ace would do when he was guarding (you) the building. Quickly regretting it because ace clings to your side, Subaru panics when ace is basically glued to your hip during trickstar practice. Everyone panics infact. Tori is very livid when he sees ace, after practice tori asked eichi if "yuzuru could get rid of him." Which eichi didnt object to at all.

After work ace always greats you at the door, and when you just managed a concert for the idols he always is anxious wondering what "the crazy bastards" are doing to you.

"Oh, your home! How was everyone else at work? You thought I was there to today? No I was off today (he was he just wore trickstar clothing he had taken and snuck in.) Want me to tell trey you are home so he can start cooking dinner? Oh my day, it was uneventful."

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Deuce spade

Your home is nice, but why are there posters of "strangers" on your walls. Deuce doesnt take them down but takes pictures of them and scratches out the idols' faces in his copies.

When deuce first entered your home he was shocked, so this was your real home. The first thing deuce put his hands on was some of the pictures of the idols, which he didnt know how but they were hidden in a secret compartment in your desk. You didnt know it existed until he told you.

What does he do though? The first few days are mainly him looking around your home for the things the idols gave you, why? He wants them all destroyed to make himself happy. He found every single one, he mainly found tori's since well. Tori also has snuck into your home, and (not so) secretly put photos of him dressed up in places within your house. The "gifts" he didnt find were from izumi, the cameras. When he found them after about a year..... He was livid and, for the first time, came to ES of his own will. He slapped izumi and nearly released all his repressed bad boy feelings.

When deuce is alone you might find him trying to find jobs, he refused any offers from eichi or ibara saying "I already have my place, and anyway I assure you I would be poor at doing my job." Even if he would be very good at it he refuses it because he doesnt trust any of the idols. The only ones he can trust are subaru and hokuto, but even then it isnt much.

After work deuce usually is cleaning or clinging to you. During or after lives however, due to much convincing from you, you got deuce to come back stage with you and ace. He wasnt your guard at that point but after seeing first hand what the idols would do to you. He wasnt taking any chances ever.

"Hey question, why do you have all these photos of your colleges? You dont, well I found like 50 pictures of them. They must have hid them in (y)our house."

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Cater diamond

Nice place you have here- who are those people on those posters? Oh your coworkers. Yeah when he sees mao he sees red. Not his mark but anger. WHY WAS THIS SHALLOW COPY OF HIM ON YOUR WALLS. Oh he already has someone. Who? A guy who is also (obsessed) interested in you.

When cater entered your home he was shocked about everything around him. Specifically the posters of your coworkers. He found the cameras before deuce only tried to connect them to his phone instead, resulting in izumi hacking his phone and sending him messages. Most were along the lines of "get out of their house" and or "STAY AWAY FROM THEM." Oh he wasnt happy about this ever.

What does he do though? He joins ES not as a guard but rather as an idol. He creates a unit and invites you to produce him, of course you agree but when eichi catches wind of cater's ideas he quickly tries to team his unit. He (Eichi) is your (lover) roommate after all, why not support him? Ibara also tries to get cater to join eden, it ends up working. Ibara and cater work well together despite hating eachother.

When cater is alone he is often actually working on stuff for his career. Given the fact he already knows how to use social media well he gains quite the following, even larger than hiyori's almost. Much to everyone's dismay he ends up growing large enough to have a solo unit similar to mam.

After work you can find cater doing chores or working on a new song. During lives, whether it be his own or another unit's he is always near you. Of course he is, who wouldnt want to bring their "lover" with them to success.

"Thank you for coming to practice with me, I appreciate it a lot. Speaking of which I was looking for my unit's file in your office but couldnt find it. I only found fine's in it."

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Trey clover

Your home, yes its very pretty. But what are these little cards in your desk? Are they playing cards? No?

When trey entered your home he was in shock, mainly that he was here but also that there was someone who you seemed to like that was just like him. He was honored but also livid at keito.

What does he do though? He mainly does the chores, since they have ace and deuce as guards for ES and cater an idol he doesnt need a job exactly. So he choses to do the housework often left behind by everyone but riddle and himself.

When trey is alone as said above he does chores but he also helps with cater's unit when you cant. He made "special effects" that made cater almost multiply, even if it was an excuse so they could use their magic together. They made it where cater's clones would do the song. Once it was done trey use his magic and made it seem lke they just disappeared when really he just wrote of cater's magic in an interesting way.

After work you always find trey cooking, you cant help but go into the kitchen and offer him a hug. He of course welcomes it but also explains what he is making.

"Riddle said you have been doing a lot of work lately, dont worry I can help you if need be. I already help cater, what is one more (he offers this to annoy the idols.)"

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Riddle rosehearts

He will take care of you and your home, rest assured. No need to worry about the first years, they wont matter in the end.

When riddle entered your home and heard the troublesome duo's screams he ran to them. When he saw someone who looked like him he yelled, weirdly and luckily tsukasa was off stage was when Riddle used his magic on him. You, you just panicked when you saw the familiar collar on his neck. You ran home to get your phone, you forgot it earlier in your rush.

What does he do though? You often find him organizing your papers for work, even the ones you hid. Often times he burned the pictures of tsukasa but you never noticed him doing so.

When riddle is alone as stated above he will be burning the cards the idols snuck into your home and or bag. He doesnt help with cater's idol work but he does help you manage with knights. Tsukasa and him form a bit of a bond, which is why riddle after about a month of them working together he doesnt burn the cards and instead gives them to you in flowers for tsukasa. An idol he hates after meeting is hiyori. Do not let them in the same room unattended, he will attack hiyori.

After work you may find him drawing outfits, he learned how to draw from shu. Even learns to sew from him just to help on your workload. However after a live he clings to you for dear life and hands you roses as a "reward" for not indulging those idols in "regretful and wrong" actions.

"Rose, you are home early? Oh me, I was just cleaning a bit for you. The thing on the table? Thats the latest design for one of the units."

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In a summary

Heartslabyul is a dorm that helps you a lot, they all work except trey who joined niki's kitchen group. You dont have to work anymore if you dont want to. You have 2 bodyguards who make decent, a super popular idol, a home chef, and a star producer to watch over you. Why leave them now? Cant they "help" you some more. Even get your least favorite idol to stay away from you.

#yandere enstars #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere heartslabyul #twisted wonderland #semi self aware au #enstars x twst #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #yandere x reader

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scarasimping · 11 months

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Scara having a scar from you but it reminded him of when he first kinda met you is the cutest thing <333

Y/n definitely traces his scars and asks for him to tell his tales his story’s

ALSO when Scara first met reader he definitely did some enemy’s with benefits kinda deal ;) (u can thank me later) he’s pinning you to the wall but your not attacking eachother just straight up flirting

(not proofread whoops im at work writing this)

YES TRACING HIS SCARS IS SOMETHING I THINK ABT 25/8

youre laying on pirate! scara's chest, one leg draped over his and your fingers trace over his scars ever so gently like he was the most precious gem to exist. swear to god this man's never felt so loved in his life. you're asking about the story behind every scar on his body, and he tells you each one with no complaints, loving how softly you touch him and how intently you're looking up at him as he talks.

the crew is probably so confused at just how much he tells you because before you, he barely said anything outside of the orders he gave or planning routes with the first mate.

so how the hell do you get him to talk so much? they'll never know.

the enemies with benefits thing though??? (/pos)

i originally had the idea for pirate scara because i wanted to write something enemies to lovers with him, so enemies with benefits is very plausible in this universe!!!

scara had just snuck into the castle once more, and after a long and surprisingly difficult sword fight, he had you pinned to the wall, his blade hovering just above your throat, yet all you could do was smile at him.

you probably say something stupid like "so, you break into girl's homes and pin them to walls often? or is this new for both of us?" or "is that a dagger in your pocket or do you like this position a little too much?"

and hes just??? is she really being so crass when her life is being threatened??

but as situations like this kept happening almost every night and then tension kept growing thicker between the two of you, one day he couldn't help himself and instead of his sword against your throat, he presses his own lips against it instead.

this man does it initially to see what kind of reaction you would give, thinking maybe it would stop the snarky comments from coming from you.

and it worked, for a second...

you let out a soft yelp as scara bites down on the flesh of your throat, one hand shooting to hold onto his head.

the quiet doesn't last long though

"this is how you really feel about me, huh?"

"can't you shut up for once?" he would say, pulling away from your neck and kissing your lips instead. he keeps you pinned to the wall, his whole body pressed against yours as you eagerly kiss him back, gripping the strands of indigo hair.

and im gonna end it there because we all know i get carried away and i will turn this into another full fic if i dont 😭😭

#pirate!scara #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #wanderer #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin drabble #genshin wanderer #scaramouche fluff #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scara x reader

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definitelynotgideon · 8 days

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ This took an embarrasingly long time to write because my brain is frieedddd. Work is getting to be so stressful and in the midst of everything I had a breakdown.

NONETHELESS, MY TUMBLR FRIENDS. I return with even more fluffies lol. I swear to god, i have a plan to move away from this stuff and into the meat of the story. Y'all just have to bear with me. xD

Also, this is an abridged, tumblr friendly version of the chapter. The full version will be linked with warnings; it can be found on Ao3. :3

CW: nudity, slight voyeur behavior? sharing a shower.

Click here for the Ao3 Version.

CW for Ao3 Version: Rated Mature! Make-out scene, implied other activities mentioned. Not Explicit.

Word Count: 2,237

The Demons We Face | Chapter 16, Give and Take

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Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-”

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~”

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair.

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~”

The two boys ate well. After having talked, both were feeling better and their appetites showed it. When no one was looking, Genya would teasingly poke Gideon in the side with chopsticks and smirk, feeling Gideon's eyes on him and hearing the squeak that made it all worthwhile.

Gideon was fucking determined to discover Genya's ticklish spots. He needed to level the playing field. But for the time being he retaliated by stealing bites from Genya's plate.

In one of those times though, Aoi caught him and scolded him. “If you're hungry, ask for more food, don't take from others!”

Genya never got caught in his antics. Professional big brother knew how to get away with teasing. Gideon scrunched his nose and apologized as Aoi gave Genya replacement helpings.

Genya said something along the lines of “you'd better be sorry,” only smiling fully victorious at Gideon when Aoi turned back around. To lessen the sting of defeat, he gave Gideon an additional dumpling, slipping his hand down to affectionately squeeze his knee. Gideon was dying to return touch, and finished his meal quickly so that he could shower and then join Genya in his room for sleep.

He snuck a small affectionate scratch to Genya's back as he passed. “‘M gonna shower, see you in a bit.” Then he left the dining hall and went to his quarters for clothes and his shower supplies.

Genya watched him leave, his eyes following him until he was completely beyond the doorway. He glanced at his food and quickly finished it up, cleaning up his area and wandering out. He went back to his room, gathering up a change of outfit.

Gideon, meanwhile, had gone into the men's shower. He was blissfully alone, and he was reminded of why he chose odd times to shower. It was just a little awkward to shower with other men around… he felt like if he looked the wrong way at one of them that they would immediately notice and call him out even if it was innocent.

So whenever anyone else had come into the restroom he would decidedly turn to the wall and not socialize.

But that wouldn't be happening this evening.

Smiling to himself, he stripped his outfit and set it carefully aside. Starting the shower, he ventured beneath the stream. A few moments passed and he began to sing softly as he worked a bar of soap in his hands.

And he sang sweetly, not aware of the very silent entrance of Genya.

The mohawked boy had stopped short of the restroom area as soon as he heard the soft cadence. He had entered quietly to confirm it was Gideon. He heard his voice, and recognized it but… he needed to see him too. Wanted to commit it to memory.

Because his voice resonated off of porcelain tiles, steam from the shower veiled him in intrigue. The scent of his fragrant soap tinted the vapor. Genya could have sworn he was an angel… and he stood rather frozen in place, awe holding his body still as he remained unnoticed.

But then… he accidentally dropped his shampoo bottle. Genya's face turned beet red as Gideon instantly stopped singing and turned to face him like a frightened deer.

Genya crouched to retrieve his bottle and became a bit of a mess in trying to explain himself. He shouldn't have even been doing so, he just couldn't resist… in his defense his intentions were very innocent. He was simply admiring his lover. Definitely not trying to be creepy or invade his privacy.

He stammered out apologies to Gideon, averting his gaze, even bowing and Gideon shook himself out of his surprised state.

“Genya, it's okay… Did… did you come looking for me?”

Somehow Genya's blush got deeper on his face. “Y-yeah I… um. I wanted to make sure you were okay… but I was also… w-wondering if I could …”

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-”

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~”

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~”

The comment makes Genya laugh a little. He crouches to gather up his soap and Gideon can't resist the urge to look at his lover’s body.

His eyes softened. He had… so many scars. Some looked quite deep. Gideon’s own body had a few from fights with demons and just the hazards of being a boy. but Genya's… were more present.

He'd probably been through so much. Too much to talk about. Genya seems to feel his eyes and looks to him as he stands up fully with his soap in hand. Gideon can't help but to just…move in and hold him close. He's wet from the shower so the feeling is weird for Genya but nonetheless, he laughs a little and wraps his arms around Gideon.

“Someone is clingy~” Genya lightly teased him. Gideon groaned against his chest and playfully pretended to bite him.

Gideon then squeezed him and lifted him to put him under the shower stream. “I don't think you dislike it.”

Genya giggled a little as he was moved. “You're right. I'm… happy you want to.”

It was nice to be wanted. Especially after so much time with very few people. Gyomei had found him first, and had helped him as the father figure he never previously had. And even if there was pain in the aftermath, he loved his brother deeply and wanted to reach him.

But Gideon was unique. Something he'd not experienced prior. Every touch was so gentle and healing… in some ways it terrified Genya because he'd lost almost his entire family and he could just as easily lose Gideon, Gyomei, Sanemi. Despite that though… Gideon was here now. And wanted to be close to him just as much.

Gideon gently requested is soap bar. “I'll wash your back,” he offered. Genya must have d drifted away in thought for a moment, but his mauve eyes refocused on his partner.

“Th-thank you.” He handed him the soap and turned around, closing his eyes and waiting. He felt like a child in a way… probably because he'd not experienced this before.

Gideon lathers the soap in his hands and takes an appreciative smell. While not exactly what Genya smelled like to him, the hint of warm woodsy fragrance that Gideon noticed on Genya likely came from this bar. He gently scrubbed Genya's shoulders, eyes still on his scars as his eyes swirled with questions he wouldn't ask… deft hands cleansed Genya's back, finally resting on his hips as Gideon blushed. He should probably let Genya take care of everything lower… he didn't want to be invasive.

Genya felt him pause at his hips. Blushing because he knew what Gideon was probably thinking, he turned around to face him. “Thank you love… I- I'll get the rest of me.”

Gideon went back under the spray as Genya finished soaping up. Gideon had finished up with soap earlier. He reached for his shampoo and Genya reached over gently to pause him. “Could… Could I do that for you? Please?”

Gideons eyes softened again. That was so sweet of him… he couldn't deny him after he asked so carefully. He nods a little with a small smile and Genya rinsed himself off. He then took up Gideon’s shampoo bottle.

“C’mere, turn around.” He instructed softly. Rubbing his hands together after taking some shampoo up, he worked the lather into Gideon's scalp. Fingertips moved with specific pressure. Genya worked diligently through his strands and especially in his scalp to free up dirt or debris.

Gideon hummed contently. He loved having his hair played with, but this was entirely unique. Genya finished, smoothing the strands out of Gideons face and working them back.

“Alright, rinsing time.” Gods, his voice was so gentle. The tone of his voice hit Gideon in an oddly specific manner.

This really was love, wasn't it? Having someone be so careful with him and his heart. His everything. Especially when others had either been complacent or cruel… Genya's love began to take root in Gideon's soul, and Gideon would adore all of his flowers and thorns.

Once he's rinsed the shampoo out completely, he pushes water away from his eyes and switches Genya spots so he can stand under the warm water. He stands on his toes to kiss him softly, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you. I love you. So much… you make my heart feel so full.”

He rests a moment, simply looking into Genya's eyes with sweet adoration and Genya returns the look. Gideon breaks first, looking to Genya's stuff on the shower floor. “Your turn. I'd like to wash your hair too, please.”

Genya watches him gather the shampoo and gives him a smirk. “Need me to kneel or something for you, shorty?~”

Gideon growls playfully. “I'm not that short! But… yes. It'd be helpful. Um… maybe not kneeling though. Might not be the most comfy.”

Surely there was a stool or something around… Gideon looked and found one in one of the private showers, meant for higher ranked residents.

“...There.” he walks over as Genya hisses, as if someone else is even in the bathroom.

“Gideon no that's not something we can use!”

Gideon returns with it anyway. “Oh please. I don't understand why we can't use tools equally. I get the respect thing but no one is going to notice this being missing for a few moments.”

It was true. All of the Hashira had their own estates anyway. “Besides. Don't you… technically out rank me? A higher ranked slayer is using the stool. Logic.” He beamed, setting the stool down and patting it. “Sit your fine ass down.”

Genya chuckles a little but ultimately sits. “I do? I didn't know I outranked you.”

Gideon lifted his wrist and said “show me my rank,” and the wisteria engraving became visible. “Tsuchinoto. And you're a Hinoto.”

“...You work just as hard as any slayer, why are you lower in rank? Didn't you pass final selection before me? You were in Aoi’s class right?”

“Yeah… the reason for that is, my fighting style didn't lend itself to katana wielding very well. I'd survive battles, but my swordsmith hated me because I kept breaking swords. On the fourth one, he refused to make me another katana. Said I needed to rethink what I'm doing. And… after a little while… I thought of how I was fighting and how it lended itself more towards melee. So… I asked for something heavier and we agreed on the hammer.”

Gideon shrugged as he leaned Genya back to wet his hair. “It set me back quite a bit because I had to learn a new style of fighting. But it was well worth it. It's nearly impossible to break the hammer. Its handle, maybe. But not the steel.”

“Huh. Well that makes sense,” Genya mused. He pictured the frustration Gideon must have gone through trying to come into fighting styles. He could empathize a little.

Gideon starts to shampoo his hair, rhythmic passes raking through his mohawk and gentle scrubs to his shaved sides. He also paid attention to Genya's scalp, using careful nails to work the soap in and loosen unwanted stuffs.

He found that he was enjoying himself. He'd never shampooed anyone's hair before, besides his own. Plus… sharing this with Genya was filling his heart even more with each passing moment. He finished, rinsing his hands but draping himself over Genya's back for just a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around him and kissing his bare shoulder.

“You're ready to go. Let's get you up and rinse you.”

He made his way in front of Genya just in case he needed help off of the sitting stool. Genya took his hand regardless, letting him pull him up even if he wouldn't have had trouble. Genya ventured under the stream to rinse out his hair, and Gideon returned the stool to the private shower.

Venturing back to the shower, Genya couldn't help but watch him and appreciate Gideon’s form. Gideon would be lying if he insisted he wasn't stealing glances of Genya's naked body too. Gideon caught him looking; he made it a little bit obvious because Genya met his eyes and turned red as he looked away..

He hummed as he came back to wrap his arms around Genya. “Still so easy to fluster. Adorable~”

They finished up with the shower, turning the water off and drying with towels provided. Teasing each other the whole time, they made their way back to Genya’s room to retire for the night.

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aajjks · 26 days

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reward!jungkook

“i’m a private investigator, jungkook. syelle’s dad hired me after you and syelle got married but overtime, i started liking you. i felt this thrill when syelle didn’t know about us until you blew our cover and fessed up. technically, once syelle catches us or whenever sung-woo is made aware of anyone being unfaithful to his daughter he wants them dead but i liked you so i spared you. oh, and jorja is a private investigator too. hoseok knows nothing about it, just the two of us. well, now the three of us” you shrug.

“i basically kill for a living but i find you interesting. last night, i set up cameras in my home and recorded us fucking then, when you were asleep, i snuck off, uploaded it to my phone, and sent the video to syelle. i did you a favor and freed you of that divorce you were too scared to sign. you should be THANKING me for helping your spineless ass”

and jungkook was never in love with syelle. he never loved her, cared about her, nothing. hearing about her death is sad but you can’t find it in yourself to care when she basically stole your lover from you and brainwashed him into thinking he could love her.

“suck it up, jungkook. she’s dead, oh well. but now we get to be together like you’ve always wanted. we can do anything we want and i’m sure her father knows about us already. we can sneak away, get married, and have kids together” you say with a smile on your face. while you’re talking, jorja can’t help but feel remorseful for syelle’s sudden death. she was so young and bright but she loved so much that it killed her. there will never be another syelle and to hear you talk about her like she was just a pawn is gut-wrenching.

hoseok has been heartbroken ever since he found her lifeless body on the floor all alone. nobody was there when he arrived to check on her. all that was there was a whiskey bottle, a cup of crushed ice, and her wedding ring that was off her finger.

“i’m not going to kill you. WE are going to spend the rest of our lives together. isn’t this what you wanted? suck it up, jungkook she’s gone!! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ANYWAYS?! YOU NEVER LOVED HER!! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT HER AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU DO?! you spent a whole YEAR messing around with me—that sums up how you REALLY feel about syelle, jungkook”

Jungkook shakes his head and he starts to laugh, his tears never stop pouring down his face. “You’re fuckin nuts if you think I’m going to see you again.”

You sent a video to her- that killed her.

Jungkook needs to step up and go back to the house, participate in her funeral as her partner and stay single until his loneliness and guilt will finally take his life away.

“You fuckin bitch- why did you send her that fuckin video? Yn she’s DEAD. Oh my goodness..” he wants to kill you, “you’re fuckin crazy.” He growls before he goes upstairs to put on his shirt, he needs to give Syelle a proper goodbye.

And then he will kill himself.

You’re actually insane.

“DONT.” He stops you as he comes down the stairs, “I’m going to go.” He warns you. “And you… I hope your boyfriend ends up killing me this time.” He laughs cruelly.

When death don’t want him anymore.

No one wants him anymore but you.

And he needs to get away from you.

You’re his ruin, and he was Syelles.

“Yn I swear to God I don’t want to see you anymore now so whatever the fuck you want. I’m going to end up dead tonight I’ll make sure of that.”

#ask: reward!jungkook #😳

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Can You Do A Vampire Mikey x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 96. Making out 123. “Don’t hold back.” 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire

Oh i haven't written about Mikey in a good minute 😈🧡

Sorry for it being short/messy, im just now getting over a cold 🤒🤧

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone in this is 18+. This is written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

🌙🦉 Night Owl 🦉🌙

It couldnt be more perfect. You always were up late at night. That's when you also met Mikey, informally. The next few nights were spent wondering what it was you saw. He tapped on your window outside and introduced himself. You both talked till the morning light. No one ever intrigued you as much as he did. And its been like this every night.... until something happened.

You talked about your day (because Mikey liked to hear what you did during the daytime, plus you already knew he was a vampire so he couldn't be around during the day) and what you and your friends did. You noticed that Mikey was looking annoyed, maybe a little distant. You asked,"What's with you, Mikey?"

"It's nothing. Its just- Could you talk about something else besides your guy friends?"

"Why does that bother you?"

"Because you're mine."

Was he... getting jealous? His eyes seemed to glow a brighter blue than usual. He looked predatory. This was a side of him you've never seen before, and it scared you a little.

"I dont belong to anyone. I'm my own person. Besides you're the one who asked about my day. You don't have to be jealous over a guy."

"But you're my gir- uh, friend."

"You're what?"

"... Friend. Best friend...."

"That's not what I heard."

Well, cat's out of the bag. Everything flew out the window. Mikey pulled your whole upper torso out the window to pull you to his lips. His kiss was wild, needy.

You swear you felt a sharp tooth, possibly a fang, as it lightly grazed your lips. You groaned and grunted as his hold on you never waivered. "Mikey!" you cried against his lips. You pushed at his plastron, trying make him let go. "Let me go!"

He reluctantly released you. You huffed trying to catch your breath. Your blood rushed through your body.

And he knew...

"I know your thoughts. You can fight and argue all you want, we both know you belong to me." he huffed out, trying to calm himself before he decided to continue devouring you. He wanted to, but not here, not now. "I'll talk to you later, 'kay?" He turned and left, fading into the night.

You felt restless now. Eveything that happened and everything he said played over and over in your mind. You tried to sleep but that didn't no good. You were just as restless. You dreamed of you and Mikey being intimate with each other. He was pleasuring you in ways you didn't think possible. It was a wet dream, and felt so real; you could still feel his rough fingers glide over your skin. It felt like he was there with you, making you feel this way. Your body ached, it craved him.... for many nights...

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

》》 *fast forward* 》》

Mikey called you to come over to his place. You wanted to before, but he told you it wasn't the right time. Plus it was for your safety... from his family. He wanted to talk to you but didn't want to be interuppted by his family or anyone on the surface; he wanted some privacy for once.

He gave you directions on where to go. You wrote them down but when you actually got to the sewers, it was like a maze. You took out your phone and texted him:

💗You'll look for me if i get lost, right?

🧡Don't worry, babes, i got you ;>

You trudged through the sewer tunnels the best you could, following the directions written on a note on your phone. It felt like forever but you made it to the destination. Mikey snuck up behind you and hugged you.

"See, told ya i got ya."

You giggled. He led you the rest of the way through the sewers to the lair. You was amazed at how it looked. All you could do was stare in awe.

"Come on, let's go to my room where we can get... comfortable. Oh, and have some privacy."

"Where's..."

"My bros and dad's out for the night... you know, doing vampire stuff and ninja stuff."

You went along with what he said. You didn't know a whole lot about his family. You wanted to meet them sometime.

Mikey sat on the edge of his bed, patting a spot next to him, motioning you to sit. "Care to join me?" He smirked at you, and the way his fang peeked out made him look sexier, which made your heart race. You slowly sat down and felt yourself kinda sink in the mattress, leaning you towards him.

His eyes then locked with yours. "I've gotta ask you something. Do you... do you like me?"

"But you already-"

"Yeah, yeah, I already know. But I want to hear you say it..."

His eyes made your heart pound. They were so gorgeous, burning like a light blue flame. Or maybe sapphires. Its like they stared into your soul.

"I..." you breathed in and out. "I like you, Mikey. I dont know when or why, but I just do." you confessed. You even told him that when it was about dawn, you didn't want him to leave. You wanted to talk to him more.

"Well, I've got a deal for you. You and me can talk all you want and more. We'll have all the time in the world. But that means giving up your humanity, Angelcakes. So, how about it, Y/N? Do you want to be a vampire, and be my... queen of the night? My little night owl?"

His large hand cupped a side of your cheek, and your smaller hand rested on top of his. You closed your eyes, loving how gentle he was with you. But you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding something back.

You had thought about it since finding out that Mikey was a vampire mutant turtle. The more you thought about it, the more your mind leaned toward the idea. There was times when you just wanted to quit being a human and be free to be and do what you wanted. Humanity was becoming such a burden. Also you couldn't stand the thought of Mikey being so alone all this time, and didn't want him to be lonely anymore.

"Yes. If it means I get to be with you."

"Y/N, you don't know how much this means to me." His mouth crashes into yours, wanting to kiss you deeper. He moaned at your taste and felt his body coming alive. His chest rumbled with something primal. He needed you. He let go to let you breathe. ( he learned his lesson about kissing you for so long )

"You mean so much me, babygirl. Though technically vampires are the undead, I've never felt so alive before you."

His arousal grew, and the longer he kissed you and touched you he could smell yours. He had to have you. Masturbation wasn't cutting it anymore. He had to know every scent, every taste, of your body. The sound of your heart pumping beat in his ears.

"Angel, you" His mouth gently snaked down to your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of a tingling and burning sensation on your skin. "smell so good..."

You moaned and held onto his head, holding him to you. He teased and tasted your sensitive spot below your ear. You whimpered as his hands rubbed your sides and curves. "Mikey~ Bite me~."

"Do you trust me?" He paused. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or take away your choices. "There's no going back if I do... Are you sure?"

Your hips wriggled; your body was desperate, and you were on the verge of tears. You wanted him, to belong to him. "Yes~ Please~" you pleaded.

"Alright, sweetie. Just relax."

Mikey latched onto your neck, piercing your skin like biting into an apple. He felt the warm life essence coat his tongue and go down his throat. The taste was exquisite. Your blood wasn't like any other. Your cries of pleasure echoed off the walls and back.

He lapped at the two wounds he made, trying to stop it from bleeding. As much as he wanted to take you, he had to wait patiently till you were ready. He checked to make sure you was fine. When you told him that you were... thirsty, he smirked devilishly at you.

"Am I a vampire?"

"Yeah, but the rituals not finished. I gotta claim you and make you mine." he purred near your ear."Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?" A vision of you underneath Mikey entered your mind. Shivers ran down your spine, making your body arch into him. His arms circled you and pulled you fully into his lap, pulling your mouth to his. He continued where he left off.

"Mikey~"

You could taste your blood on his tongue. The coopery taste ignited a hunger, a thirst, and you eyed his neck. Wonder what itd be like to sink your new fangs into his neck?

Any piece of clothing was removed, and both you and Mikey took time exploring each others bodies. He praised you with how wet you felt around his finger, how good you tasted. "Is this what you've been dreaming about, y/n?" You didnt answer but he knew anyway; you knew that he knew the dreams you had late at night.

Your fingers went from his plastron and made their way down to the erection he already sported. He was bigger than the human size. You pleasured him, too, wanting to make him feel just as good. You also let him know how badly you wanted him. After a while, Mikey stopped your ministrations.

"I like what you're doing, but I gotta have you, baby. I know you want it, too." he softly chuckled."Lay back and let me take care of you."

Desire rushed through your veins as your back met his bed. Your body automatically opened itself to him. The lustful look in his eyes made you shiver. Slowly he pushed his cock inside you, stretching you to fit him. The mewls and whimpers urged him on after stopping for a minute once he was fully inside you. Long slow strokes of his hard on were given, making you arch your back, moaning out his name.

"Michelangelo!"

"Oh my god, Mikey~ You feel so good💖"

Once he got into the rhythm he grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest. His hips then rocked into you at a speed yoh could only describe as superhuman... or supermutant. He was so deep in you, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. He brought you close to your orgasm already.

"That's right, baby. Scream my name, let everyone know who you belong to," he grunted between thrusts."Don't hold back."

Hold back you didn't. You cried out in the ultimate bliss, your insides clenching around Mikey and milking him of his seed as rope after thick rope shot into your womb. Mikey moaned as his muscles clamped down for one of the most amazing orgasms he's ever had.

After coming down from your high, he held you to him. His hands tangled in your hair and smoothed down your back. He then let you drink some of his blood, to strengthen the bond between you, he said.

He was still hard, but waited till you were ready for round 2. "Are you ready, Angel?"

"I'll always be ready for you...~"

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #mikey #michelangelo #mikeyxreader #vampire mikey #vampire #ask #request #lemon #smut

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ador3him · 2 years

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reader is mikey's bsf and has a big crush on gee but is scared to tell mikey and mikey walks in on them doing something or idk

Band Practice

pairing: gerard x reader

warnings: making out and some swearing

a/n: ive posted too much today dnbdnk anyways uh enjoy :)

"y/n! you made it," gerard exclaimed stepping aside letting me in. he led me to the garage where they were waiting for everyone. as soon as mikey saw me he jumped up and hugged me scuffing up my hair.

"long time no see loser," he said still suffocating me in his arms. i pat his back trying to get him off me.

"can we talk?" i ask after being released.

"of course, whats about?" he inquires.

suddenly ray and frank run in with drinks and food, completely distracting mikey from me. i sigh knowing the chance is ruined. i was going to tell him about my feelings for non other than his brother. i shake my head walking over to the ratchet sofa laying on it.

frank spots me and shoves me over making room for himself next to me. i dramatically groan then lay my legs on his lap.

"comfy?" frank looked over at me. i nod in satifaction. mikey came over handing me a shitty wine cooler.

"what were you saying before y/n?" mikey questions.

"doesnt matter," i mumble looking down at my drink. he nods and walks off to talk with someone else.

soon everyone is sitting in a circle catching up. i catch myself staring at gerard for a little bit too long. he looked up.

"is there something on my face sugar?" he questioned.

"oh no, i zoned out sorry," i hide my face in my arms. i felt my cheeks heating up, probably bright red.

mikey jumps up walking over to the music equitment.

"wanna start practicing?" he looks around the group. the boys nod and i move my legs letting frank stand up.

"what song do you want us to do sugar?" gerard questions me, i smiled at the nickname.

"uh, 'helena'?" i suggest. they agree and start plugging everything in.

"long ago, just like the hearse you die to get in again," gerard sung beautifully. his voice was perfect. just like him. i shook the thoughts out of my head. im his little brothers best friend, i cant be think about him like this. doesnt matter how much i like him, he wouldnt feel the same way.

i start humming along to the song, tapping my fingers to the beat of the music. i contuined doing this until the end of the song. when it was over i stood up clapping.

"holy shit that was so good! you guys never fail to impress me," i praised them all, but my eyes were only focused on gee. i need to tell mikey about my feelings for gerard, but what if he hates me? it could ruin our friendship.

"whats up sugar?" gerard snuck up on me.

"just thinking," i flashed him a smile then looked to the ground, playing with the hem of my skirt.

"what about?" he pressed.

"ironically you," i whispered to myself not intending for him to hear me. unforunately for me he did.

"what?" he furrowed his brows.

"uh, you werent meant to hear that," i stammered. i felt my cheeks heat up again, i leave the garage wanting fresh air. and wanting to be away from gerard.

i ended up in the way's upstairs living room. lucky no one but gerard knew i walked out, they were to focused on themselves.

"sugar? where are you?" gerards soft voice came closer, and eventually finding me. he crouched down infront of me. i avoided eyecontact looking at the ground. a new found habit of mine now.

he lifted my chin up with two fingers making me look at him.

"wanna tell me what that was about hm?" he questioned. i sigh knowing i couldnt get out of this.

"it doesnt matter," i said wanting him to drop it.

this time he sighed.

"sugar dont feel ashamed that you find me attractive. i know im irresible," he said cockily.

i started laughing.

"omg gee," i choke out from my laughter.

"there it is the smile i love to see," he whispers.

"c'mere," he opened his arms infusing me in a hug. his arms were wrapped around my waist, i lent my head in the crook of his neck. he smelt of a mix tobacco and colonge. normally disgusting, but on him; intoxicating.

"i catch you staring a lot, im not trying to make you feel uncomfortable by asking. but do you have feelings for me?" gerard whispers in my ear.

i moved out of the hug, my chest tightened. 'now or never' i thought. i couldnt form a sentence though, so i just nod. he smiled ear to ear. the tackled me in a suffocating hug.

he didnt say anything only leaned his head back a bit alining our lips then pressing them together.

it felt like time stopped when his lips met mine. my heart fluttered then started pounding almost out of my chest. his lips were warm, inviting. i tugged his hair, making his mouth open slightly. i slipped my tounge into his mouth. he tasted of booze and weed. i have dreamt of this moment for years, and i couldnt believe it was actually happening.

"what the fuck!" mikeys familiar voice filled the room. i pushed gerard off me out of instinct.

"gerard get off me, i cant believe you just kissed me!" i stood up slapping his cheek. he played along.

"i got the wrong sign-" gerard started.

"-not believable guys! why didnt you just tell me yall were fucking instead of letting me walk in on it?" mikey says fustrated that a secret was kept from him.

"we arent fucking mikey, we are just making out," gerard tells him.

"yeah thats the first time thats ever happened," i added looking over at mikey.

"oh, well uh, have fun?" mikey said awkwardly walking back down stairs.

"so uh we kissed," i started.

"if you couldnt tell my feelings are the same," gerard says.

"oh yeah i got that," i laughed. both of us couldnt stop smiling.

#gerard way #mcr #black parade #gerard fluff #gerard x reader #gerard #gerard way x reader #mcr revenge era #mcr gerard #my chem gerard #my chemical romance #my chemical return

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wh6res · 3 years

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

#nct imagines #yandere nct #yandere kpop #nct smut #nct scenarios #yandere jaemin #yandere jeno #jaemin imagines #jeno imagines #jaemin scenarios #jeno scenarios #jaemin smut #jeno smut

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yeolkisses · 6 years

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#so that BOY. that SQUISH. (that i may or may not kinda want to kiss)#so we didnt really see each other until 4th and i dont remember really but we didnt really talk until the end of class but hes just too cute #we went to 5th and it was fucking PE and urman decided to play dodgeball so i was chilling waiting for sarah to show up and then after #chilling with mckenna for a bit sarah showed up and i went over there and there he was being all cute and shit playing basketball NOT WITH #C**** SURPRISINGLY and he asked ME if i wanted to play with him and i was like sure but im not any good #in fact i kinda told him i was physically and mentally challenged hrgwvowvkwkvdkvpfvp but its TRUE i swear i am physically challenged. but #boy wasnt gonna listen to any of them. he kept telling me i was normal lol. and sarah came down and we kept playing ball for like half the #class and i kept running into him and he just looked so DAMN GOOD using his arms and running his fingers through his hair and shit (also i #keep telling him to grow a mullet but he wONT LISTEN NOPE) and ngl he dont smell bad. anyway then sarah had to leave and so he spent the #whole rest of the class teaching me how to properly throw a basketball and giving me little pointers and watching me the whole time and i #wanted to fucking melt because it was adorable (and also i was embarrassed because i suck lmfao) but he kept helping me and telling me i did #not look stupid and that i was getting the hang of it and UGHHHHH hes so SWEET i could actually kiss him hes such a sweetie #oh and he kept trying to practice his spanish on me and it was so cute. and then i thanked him and he said it was his pleasure and then #tried saying it in spanish and UGH hes adorable ok. then there was english and he let me and sarah draw on him and it was pretty much the #usual antics with poking and messing with each others keyboards and stuff and hes just too muchhh ok. too much. then i left him while he was #trying to tell one of his crappy jokes and then he snuck up on us walking to DV and scared me to death and then he won the race and then he #finished his joke and messed up a little and it was so stupid but he laughed at himself and we pretty much flirted (or at least i call it #flirting) for the whole period and he kept taking my stuff and talking to me and looking at me and then we were walking to the buses as #usual and sarah splashed me with water and he promised hed get revenge for me and he did try lol and we just chatted until he got on his bus #and i think i like himmmmm. and i know if i say anything to sarah shes gonna be like i already know lol. shes been saying all sorts of stuff #about how i want him and i mean.......shes not....uh....wrong?#oh we were talking about love in english and GOD urman brought up when i liked the squish and i just wanted to HIT him.#like i think it makes him uncomfortable and i mean i cant blame him but i thought he liked me back back then........ ;-; idk thinking about #it is upsetting. but what matters now is whether he likes me or not. im hoping a little that the reason it makes him uncomfortable is #because he let me go and now he wishes he hadnt but thats just wishful thinking. he probably doesnt like me and that sucks lol. but i can #hope. i wonder if he doesnt think i like him and thats another reason it makes him uncomfortable. like i try to flirt but also whenever THAT #comes up i try to avoid it because it reminds me of how disgustingly cringey i was and ughh. it bothers me. so i guess maybe it makes it #like i dont like him i guess #loser dot me #text post

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miramilocamimira · 2 years

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Wrath of the Madrigals

⚠️ tw implied referenced r*pe, abuser is slightly descriptive in an attempt to hurt the family more, self harm angst.

WE DONT TALK ABOUT HOW BRUNO AND CAMILO ARE READY TO KILL

Except we do- cause he family

DO NOT READ IF ITS TRIGGERING ⚠️

Bruno stayed with Mirabel the rest of the night. She was adamant that she’d like to get through today first. After the party she’ll talk.

The family may not understand fully but they all agreed that Señor Rodriguez would not be near Mirabel. Not at all. Dolores actively listened for where he was, Pepa and Felix playing background bodyguards for Bruno and Mirabel.

Camilo had stayed near Delores on the off chance they needed someone fast and Isabella, Julietta, and Luisa were trying to be convinced by Agustin to follow Mirabel’s wishes and not just take the man out to ‘talk.’

Antonio wanted to stay with Mirabel too. But… he knew that whatever it was that happened… she might have written it down. As much as he wondered why, Antonio and Mirabel did still share a room for years.

On days she was sad, she brought out a small leather bound book and would write in it. “Pepita,” he calls to one of his uncle Bruno’s rats. “Can you help me?”

Mirabel was clinging to him. It was kind of weird. Especially after years of no contact. But he can deal with it. This is his niece. And she needs him.

“You used to do this a lot before.. well everything.” Alma says.

“Mama!” And “Abuela?” Came out, one in embarrassment as he knew what she was gonna do- the other confused.

“If you had a bad dream or someone was mean to you, we all knew where to look.” Alma explains. “It didn’t matter where he was- he could have been in the middle of a vision and you would just climb right into his ruana and latch on.” She lets out a laugh and one of the older villagers joins in.

“Ah, I remember those days. Bruno and his little leech are back, eh?” The man teases with a grin.

“Mama, why are you doing this! Tom, don’t encourage her!” Bruno complains even as a small smile takes place when he hears Mirabel giggle.

Whatever happened would never, ever happen again. His niece deserved the world and he will never let her down again. This, this is something Bruno swears to himself as the birthday girl starts asking more about what she was like when she was younger.

Antonio, with the help of Pepita and Casita snuck into Mirabel’s room. “It’s a small book- it has a purple ribbon with a butterfly on the end.” He is gonna help. He’s gonna keep his Mirabel safe.

Dolores gasps and Camilo looks over to see the most frightening look on his sisters face. “Get. The. Family. Now.” She growled out each word. Mariano, who had come over to say hi, and Camilo both immediately hop to it. As the two rush off to collect the family they hear, “that bastard is dead.”

Mariano heads over to his ex and lets her know that Delores needs them.

Camilo tells his parents and heads over to Abuela, Bruno, and Mirabel just as Antonio races down with a book and to the three as well.

“Oh, please, Mijo, she had you wrapped around her finger.” Alma says and leans in to whisper, conspiringly, “you got him to play dress up with you on four different occasions. I have pictures.”

“No- no you don’t. Mirabel, don’t listen to her.”

“Of course Tio! Now, about these pictures?”

“Wha- Mirabel! Traitor!”

“Maaa, Mijo, you were so pretty when she did your make up.”

“MAMA!”

“Abuela! Tio, Delores needs-!” Camilo starts as Antonio runs over, waving the book around and sobbing.

“He hurt her!” The five year old wailed. “He’s a bad man!”

Mirabel stopped. “Antonio-? Is that? Antonio give me back my journal!”

“No! He hurt you! They need to know! You wrote it yourself! That it hurt!”

“Antonio! Please!” The girl started reaching for the book when Camilo plucks it out of his brother’s hands and opens it. “Camilo! Stop! That’s an invasion of privacy!” She cries as she moves closer.

The only reason she doesn’t get further is because Bruno placed his hand on her arm and pulled her close. Not at all because the stress of people reading her journal- the one that had everything in it- made her legs feel so weak that she nearly fell onto the floor. Nope. Not. At. All.

Her primo’s face grows dark and he throws the book where Alma just barely catches it and charges towards the man in question. The man she wrote about in her book.

“Wait- what- mama, what’s going on?” Bruno asks as Pepa’s youngest attaches himself to him and Julietta’s youngest.

“I- I don’t…” She mumbles in response as she opens the journal up herself. “The party is canceled.” The older woman barks. “Casita, please escort the guests off the property.”

The house complies.

“Casita, keep Mirabel and Antonio safe.” She commands again, heading over to where she knew the rest of the familia would be. Bruno feels when the two are taken away from him and Mirabel’s screams to just stop. That it doesn’t matter anymore. That it’s okay.

He follows his mother.

Rodriguez is pressed into Casita’s wall, covered in vines and bruises and blood coming from his nose and mouth. Camilo is fighting against some vines, hands bloodied and screaming at Isabella to let him go.

Bruno seems to realize that everyone except for him knows what’s happened as everyone is staring at the man with pure loathing.

He’s about to ask again when he hears the man let out a crazed laugh.

“She called for you, you know. The bitch who hears everything and yet never heard her.” Rodriguez rasps out. “I always wondered, did you really hate her so much? She called for every single one of you- at least when her mouth was-” Bruno was honestly surprised by himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see one of Casita’s mirrors. His eyes are glowing, blood the.. the vile thing spit up on him after he punched it in it’s gut.

That being said, how dare this fucker think he could talk about his niece in such a way while he was here.

Tomorrow, they would all gather around Mirabel, with so many apologies and promises and spend the next few months ensuring nobody came near her.

The next day though, only those who were absolutely necessary would know why the town was missing a person.

Some of them quite actually adored Mirabel and thought the Madrigals should have been harsher.

Whether it was Isabella and forcing them away with her vines, Luisa threatening to toss them, the fact that if Pepa suddenly would start storming, and more the entirety of Encanto knew something happened.

It may not be perfect. It may not heal her. And it would take time. But when Bruno finally went back upstairs to Mirabel who gripped him into a tight hug after they tell her. Crying but this time from relief that it was over. He hugs her back as the family joins in and whispers to her.

Whispers every single thing and promise he could. That he would make it up to her. He knows he’s not the only one as he hears the sobs and whispers from the others too.

He may not be able to guarantee a perfect ending, but he can make sure that she won’t be hurt like that again. All of them will.

#implied referenced r/pe #slightly descriptive of r/pe #assault of minor #encanto #fanfiction encanto #encanto fanfic #tw rape #tw self harm #tw #Mirabel & Bruno #Antonio & Mirabel #dark encanto fox #FIC #NOT FOX #no ships #tw blood #tw cursing #Camilo literally goes *poof* die #mylos first fic of 2022

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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breakfast in bed with bakugo and shouto? them surprising their s/o in them morning. headcanons are alright i dont rlly mind anything. this has just been a thought inside my mind for a while lol

a/n: omg yes this is so wholesome, i decided to do a pro hero au cuz i think it would be super sweet <3

pro hero au!! all characters are aged up 18+ !!

headcanon: them surprising their s/o with breakfast in bed

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou

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We all know how much this boy loves to cook, and just by guessing, his food has got to be hella good so- you’re in for a treat

It’s a surprise for sure.

You’re used to the missing heat from beside you in the mornings, it’s usually him leaving to go patrol or head into the agency. But he didn’t tell you about today

Today he had the day off, and he wanted to spend it with you. Sure maybe a day off for himself wasn’t so bad, he could relax, take a nice long bath and not worry about having to put on all his heavy gear and let his body really rest for a day.

But what he wanted more than that, yes really more than his own selfish needs, was you.

Was to see that warm smile that you wore when you were just barely awake and kissing him goodbye the few mornings you woke up when he did, even more so, he wanted to see your beautiful face full of surprise when he handed you a tray full of a yummy breakfast he’d cooked up just for you.

And he might’ve slept in just a little bit, more than usual, but he still woke up fairly early to start cooking. You missed his body heat severely and clung to the body pillow you had laying on the opposite side of where Bakugou would lay.

Tucked cutely under the blankets, Bakugou took a few seconds to admire you as you peacefully slept, taking in all your features.

Your (h/c) was strung about, a little messy from sleeping on it, but it was a cute messy, the kind of messy that proved sleep was good.

Or the way your lips were pursed ever so slightly, a leg strewn over the body pillow you wished was Bakugou.

Getting to work, he fixed something grand, a hearty breakfast of all your favorite foods, a little bit of everything just for with your favorite breakfast drink, and even something a little sweet.

And when it was all finished, he began to set up the tray he would bring to you. Slipping your favorite flower into a vase that he’d purchased for you on his way home last night, the tray was complete and he began to bring it to your shared room.

Setting the tray down on your dresser, he then leaned down onto the bed and began to nudge you awake.

“Hey...wake up.” Bakugou kissed behind your ear sweetly, startling you. You rubbed your eyes and turned to see him clad in his sleepwear, a pair of loose sweats, and a tank top.

“’Suki- I thought you had-”

“I had today off, so I wanted to surprise you.” Bakugou trailed over to the dressed and presented you with the breakfast. You could feel your face heat up as you tried to wake yourself up more.

Sitting up, you allowed Bakugou to place the tray down over your lap.

“Katsu’, thank you.” You gushed, smiling at him as he sat down beside you, a small smile on his lips.

“Eat it before I do.” Katsuki smirked, reaching for a piece of toast. You laughed and dug in, relishing in the flavor that everything had.

Feeding Bakugou a few bites here and there, you were amazed and still feeling warm and fuzzy from just being blessed with breakfast in bed.

When the tray had been cleared and all that sat on it were dirty dishes alongside the vase, you sat full and happy.

“Thank you, it was delicious.” You thanked Katsuki for the meal again and ushered your arms for a hug.

Bakugou leaned in and began to head right for your lips. You quickly covered your mouth and yelped.

“Morning breath no! You can’t kiss me!” You pushed him back playfully.

“I cook a delicious meal for you and I can’t even kiss you after?” Bakugou pouts, rolling his eyes as he moves the tray to rest on the floor beside your bed.

“I don’t care about stupid morning breath, kiss me, you idiot.” Bakugou pulls you down on top of him, smashing his lips to yours.

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki had told you that he had the day off, and you were excited. Being able to snuggle up with your boyfriend while the cool air outside tried to sneak in under your warm covers was such a pleasant feeling.

That being said, Todoroki enjoyed being able to sleep in and hold you in his arms for much longer than he usually got to do on days when he did work.

But he wanted to spoil you, really surprise you. He wanted to spend the day with you, perhaps watch a movie, maybe sneak out and go have a nice dinner later, but he was going to start the day off by making you a nice breakfast.

Slinking away, you were sound asleep and didn’t notice. He’d carefully heated his side of the bed to keep you preoccupied so you wouldn’t notice his absence.

Admiring your sleeping form for a few minutes while he pulled on a shirt over his naked chest, he smiled to himself as your soft snores provided evidence you were still sound asleep.

You were snuggling his pillow like you did most nights, your only excuse being that it smelled like him. You wore one of his shirts and it hung loosely over your frame as your arms laid outside of the blanket, clinging around his pillow.

Your lashes rested on the tops of your cheeks, your chest rising and falling with every breath.

You looked peaceful and innocent, sleeping soundly in your shared bed. Fighting the urge to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, he left the room and headed toward the kitchen to make you breakfast.

He whipped up all your favorite breakfast foods, having made a mental note of all of the foods you enjoyed. It seemed like a bit much, but he snuck a few bites of all the finished products. Plating it all up nicely and adding a few fresh flowers from your shared garden, a hobby the two of you picked up and worked together on, he placed the beautiful flowers in a vase and set everything neatly on the tray.

Carrying it to your room, he sat down on the bed and held onto the tray carefully as he nudged you awake.

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” Shoto’s voice was soft and kind, his palm cupping your cheek, his thumb rubbing your face delicately as your eyes fluttered open.

“Mmm smells good.” You comment, sitting up, your hair a bit of a mess. Shoto chuckles and kisses your forehead, brushing a few strands away as he paces the tray over your lap.

“You didn’t have to do all this on your day off.” You smile at him, your heart beating faster, feeling like you were back at U.A. when he had asked you out for the first. Your tummy was filled with butterflies at the kind and thoughtful gesture.

“Today is meant for the both of us, eat up, love.” Shoto sat beside you, making small talk while you ate, offering him small bites here and there.

He brushed up on some plans he had for the day, even mentioning possibly going to a couple’s massage.

Clearing the tray of all its contents, leaving only the vase and your dirty dishes which you promised to wash later, Todoroki carried it off to the kitchen and returned to give you a kiss.

“I have morning breath, spare yourself!” You covered your mouth and laughed.

“It’s alright, one kiss won’t hurt.” Todoroki sunk down onto the bed and pulled you into a soft kiss, smiling at the start of his much needed day off.

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tortilla-of-courage · 3 years

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Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

#attllhak #im once again rendered speechless (in a good way) by your creative mind attllhak #tortilla asks #long post #linked universe #ask to tag #injury mention

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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There Once Was A Man With No Arms-

Goshiki x Manager!Tendou!FirstYear!Sister!Reader

a/n: that was a mouthful

anon request: ahhh i loved your headcanons of iwaizumi dating oikawa's sister!!! this time, can i request goshiki x tendou's first year sis na manager din ng team nila? salamatttt hehe ingat ka lagiii💞

this cute little bowl cut babie

so you are the little baby sister of our favorite red hair cutie and he was the one who offered you the manager position

ofc you accepted bc hello, you get to hang out w your brother and tease semi-semi-senpai everyday

pls let semi live

everyone likes you though bc you are their manager and you do a lot of things for them even though you dont need to

like sometimes, you stop by the store and pick up all kinds of snacks and if its really hot, popsicles and ice cream

ushijima farmer-san is known to be quite stoic and serious but he’s pretty chill around you and even ruffles your hair whenever you make a stupid joke

as a tendou, you are basically like a ctrl+v with your brother

the same cute teasing and bubbly personality but the quick change to serious and demeaning

the team gets stressed, especially mom, bc he has to take care of not one red-head freak but two

but he liked you more though bc you were a first year and you were this short little pumpkin and you were so nice and just all around A D O R A B L E

but you just didnt rub goshiki the right way

maybe bc he thought you were just doing this as an act and no person could really be this bubbly and cheerful

or hes just jealous his senpais attention is directed to you

he will DIE FOR HIS SENPAIS

whenever he gets a good spike, you cheer him on and say things like, ‘nice spike, tsu-chan!’ and he swears youre just doing this bc you want to kill him with a heart attack and he doesnt like feeling like this but you like torturing him

boi what is with this logic

even though he lives for praises, your praises and compliments just hits different than his senpais

before he even realized it, he started all out glaring at you and tendou, being the overprotective brother he was, pointed him out on it

‘oi, little kouhai, you got a problem with our y/n?’

at the mention of your name you turned around from talking to the coach and everyone turned to goshiki, expecting him to answer

unfortunately you didnt hear what your brother said so you were just confused

‘hm? i read the room and i am not comfortable with the energy in the gym today’

someone snorted while goshiki turned red at the attention being on him with the topic of you so he just walks away back to the court

‘oh? what was that all about?’

semi shushes tendou and gives you a smile

‘y/n, can you help tossing the ball for us?’

you nodded and quickly ran to the chair and waddled over to put it by the net before standing on it

everyone turned red, including goshiki and even shirabu, and busted their uwus

‘okay! let’s go!’

youve always noticed tsutomu and his determination to beat ushijima which youve appreciated bc he was so hard-working and he was talented enough

‘good one, tsu-chan!’

‘t-thanks, y/n-san’

even when no one noticed it, you were always there to give him compliments and he always grows flustered and hes just a big idiot babie and doesnt realize that your praises makes his heart beat faster bc he thinks youre freaking pretty and someone pretty complimenting him in his spikes boosts his ego

but eventually, it grew on him

instead of looking around for any senpai to praise him, he now turned to you and you would give him that adorable smile and he would bite his lip to stop himself from running over and hugging the life out of you

then he remembers who your brother is, well more like how protective the boys were

‘waka-senpai, nii-chan got sick so he wants you to stop by his dorm later today!’

‘okay’

since you were their teammate’s sister, theyve known you for a while and watched you grow from being this little middle school girl to a first year high schooler

you were practically their sister

goshiki went to a different middle school so he never really realized how the guys treated you so differently but he knew it would be difficult to win them over for your hand

oops wait what

this thought struck him just as he was drinking water and he ended up choking on water causing you to run over from talking to semi so you could pat his back

‘omg, tsu-chan, you need to be careful!’

this was only the beginning of weeks of being weird

like he was so distracted and different that shirabu actually yelled at him and refused to give him any tosses

‘you talk big about being the ace but the slightest distraction could cost you a match. are you really being serious about being the ace or is it all just talk?’

he got all sad and mopey and he had to sit on the bench

goshiki never got benched

he was too good to be benched!

but he was and he did not like it

you went over to him and sat next to him

‘tsu-chan, can you follow me?’

he looked up from the floor and he shrugged before following you out of the door

the others watched their first years exit the gym and they contemplated following

but tendou, surprise!, actually stopped them

‘my sister can sort him out herself. trust me’

goshiki didnt exactly know where you were taking him to until you stopped by by the baseball field where there was mud

‘y/n-san, why-’

‘you always say my name formally, why is that? im a first year too, tsu-chan’

he looked down

‘um, i-i don’t know-’

‘y/n-chan, tsu-chan. try it out’

‘y-y/n-chan’

you squealed at how cute he looked w red ears and a red face but you refrained from hugging him

then you remembered why you brought him out

‘oh right! come here, tsu-chan!’

you took a branch from a nearby tree and encouraged him to crouch down with you as you began to draw on the mud

‘there was once a man with no arms-’

you started happily singing and this was when goshiki really realized the resemblance between you and your brother

you both were happy and cheerful bc you wanted to radiate the energy to the others to be happy too

and it worked

tendou’s funny songs and jokes always made the others laugh and you did too

goshiki was happy that he was able to absorb that energy and he soon completely forgot about shirabu’s comments

once you were done, you have drawn a dog on the mud and the boy was so amazed at the sudden creation

he looked up at you with wide eyes and you laughed with a wide grin at his expression

‘hehe, its cool, right? nii-chan showed me something like that before when i got sad and it made me happy again. i thought it would work on you too’

he might have questionable feelings around you bc when you mentioned being sad, he felt weird

like he was relieved he wasnt there to see you sad bc he couldnt take it seeing your usual grin into a frown and your bright shining eyes filled with tears

‘y/n-chan, when you get sad, call me, okay? so i can go to you and make you smile like you did with me’

your eyes widened in surprise but you nodded, your grin even wider

‘im counting on you, tsu-chan!’

and he did

when he received a call late at night from you, he easily snuck out from his dorm and ran to the baseball field where he saw your crouching figure aimlessly dragging the stick in circles

‘y/n-chan!’

he huffed and panted after running so fast and you looked up before running to hug him

‘im here now. youre okay’

you didnt release out your problems on him bc you didnt want to burden him

but he understood and just hugged you until you felt better enough to return to your crouching

goshiki hurriedly grabbed the stick and began to do the same thing you did for him before

‘then he jumped onto the lake and got stung by bees?’

he stopped and frowned, realizing he wasnt right

but the frown lifted when he heard your giggle

‘tsu-chan, he got stung by bees first and then he jumped on the lake!’

the corners of his mouth lifted and he chuckled

‘heh, i guess he did. but this is my version so listen closely, okay y/n-chan?’

this might be the reason you got close w the first year

the others noticed it too since you seem to pamper him and take more time taking care of him than them

like you even started wiping his sweat for him while he just giggles when you pull on the long strands of his hair

‘tsu-chan, i want to cut it!’

‘no, y/n-chan!’

‘but-!’

he grabbed your hands and your arms around his torso so he could do the same to you and gently tugged on the ends of your long hair

‘you too then, y/n-chan. your hair is long too’

you pouted then gently punched his chest

‘mean, tsu-chan’

‘heh?! mean?! how?!’

tendou is like the best big brother ever and hes just like ‘yuhhhh get it tsutomu!!!!’

eventually, goshiki began playing even better

his complete spike percentage has increased and his jumping has gotten higher

but the team predicts that this was all because he’s trying to show off to you and your praising and compliments have motivated him to play better

forget being ace, he just wants you to praise him

‘y/n-chan! y/n-chan! did you see that?’

‘wahh!!!! so cool, tsu-chan!!”

bus trips to matches are so cute but yall lowkey annoy the players a bit

yall sit next to each other and are just leaning together as you giggle over stupid cat videos

like we get, goshiki is getting some quicker than us

i feel like before moving on to relationships, goshiki and you would be best friends first and then move on to the dating stuff

tbh, theres no difference bc yall have always been like that but theres just an offical label now

‘hey, tsu-chan, wanna date?’

‘u-um,, sure?’

yall would hang out in either his dorm or yours and yall would be alone bc the team actually trusts you but you dont know that they pass by the door ever 5 minutes and listen in to just to make sure yall are not doing anything bad

smh they so nosy but we luv them

you know of his insecurities about not being enough and his fears of not being the ace and his dreams of playing to the big leagues and his passion to continue playing on the court for as long as he can and how excited he is to be able to spend all those years with you

he knows of your insecurities about the way you look and being associated with your apparent freak of a brother but you didnt care about that and even fought someone when they said something and your deep protectiveness for the boys, especially your brother but it’s all because the boys were the ones to accept you with open arms and treat you like family

yall shared a lot of secrets amongst yourselves and tbh, your communication is just *chefs kiss*

so serious fights dont happen, like ever, just stupid little arguments that are usually resolved like an hour later

since youre also a manager, its also your job to make sure the boys are maintaining their good grades and you know that shira-senpai has given up on tutoring tsutomu

i mean,,, goshiki is smart but he gets distracted easily and ends up spacing out during lessons

yknow?

thats when the little arguments bc youd be trying to teach him the damn phythagorean theorem and hed be distracted at how come your hair was styled like that today

‘goshiki tsutomu, i will leave your ass to fail right now if you dont stop touching my hair’

‘but babyyyyyy’

‘no, ‘dont baby’ me, you idiot! you’ll be crying like a baby when you fail and you’re bench during the next game!’

oof also!

hes a protective little babie and he gets jealous easily so whenever yall have games, he literally hangs all over you

like he makes a show of putting his jacket over you and kissing your forehead so that the other teams know to stop looking over at your direction and whispering about you

ofc this gets on your nerves but you cant help but think how cute he looks when he gets jealous

he gets all pouty and touchy and youre just like, take my uwus you big babie

even tendou is like, ‘im her brother yet hes more protective than me’

he demands to be hugged 24/7 but thats not appropriate if youre in public so he ltr drags you outside and away from people just so he could hug you

he likes hugging you bc youre shorter than him and it makes him feel all special and soft since you like to burrow your face into his chest and your sweater paws are just like ugggggghhhhhhhhh

whenever he gets nervous, you kiss his fingers and his knuckles bc it soothes him and youre just his good luck charm and he feels like he can take over the world w a single kiss from you

‘baby, didja see that?! i was so cool, right?!’

‘so proud of you, tsu-chan! youre so cool!’

‘i love y/n like a sister but if she inflates his ego more, i will have to tape her mouth’

can you guess who said that?

overall a relationship i strive for and i really want a goshiki now thanks byeeeeeee

a/n: ngl goshiki’s hair lowkey triggered me when i first saw him bc why the heck does it look like that?! but now i actually like it on him and i cant imagine any other hairstyle fitting him

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bottomshuichi · 3 years

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*kicks door down*

NOW HEAR ME OUT- I KNOW THIS PROBABLY SOUNDS FUCKED UP BUT LISTEN

AMASAI. BUNNY SUIT SHUICHI-

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU ABAOLUTELY YOU AFE SO FUCKING WOKE

Anyways yes absolutely you are the love of my life and here you go you guys get smut because amasai is the best thing any of u could ask of me.

nsfw. Shuichi and rantaro fuck.

basically this (w less boobage) + fishnets

cw: breeding kink, dom/sub, trans shuichi (hes post top surgery and has a dick from testosterone. if u dont know trans men grow tiny penises, look it up!)

Shuichi stood nervously in the bathroom, eyeing himself in the mirror. He turned and got a better look at his behind, face laced with a thick blush.

He had on a bunny suit with a collar and ears, along with fishnet tights. As an anniversary gift he had purchased this outfit for Rantaro, who was currently waiting in the bedroom, more than excited.

He breathed out to collect himself one last time and snuck out of the bathroom, slowly opening the bedroom door.

Rantaro was laying on the bed, leaning against the bed frame shirtless. His necklace remained on, his eyes were full of curiosity and lust.

Two black bunny ears poked their way in, and then his boyfriend, who looked sexier than he ever thought was possible.

Rantaro immediately bit his lip, sitting up and eyeing the boy hungrily.

“Oh baby, you’re going to ruin me...” He groaned, Shuichi approaching the bed nervously. He was shaking already and his entire upper body was covered in blush.

Strong hands dawned with rings snaked their way onto his waist, a hungry growl escaping Rantaro. "You look so stunning, want you on my dick so badly."

He tugged the boy into his lap and ground up into him, bulge pressing hard against his heat through the thin fabric. Shuichi squeaked out and hugged Rantaro's head, burying his face into his chest. The elder groaned and kissed the skin in front of him, digging his nails into Shuichi's side causing him to mewl his name.

One hand moved to the slope of the detective's ass, gripping it tightly while the other one moved to stroke at his crotch, an even louder sound escaping him then. He giggled and kissed his collarbone, caressing his wetness through the fabric.

"You want me, Shu?"

The smaller of the two nodded quickly, thrusting his hips against his boyfriend's hand. "Good boy." Rantaro purred.

Shuichi was then dropped on the bed, pushed onto his back and his legs were forced apart with the adventurer between them. He ground against him roughly and Shuichi threw his head back, lip taught between his teeth.

Rantaro wasn't going to waste any time. He sat back and eyed his boyfriend's lower region, working quickly to pull the fabric of the leotard out of the way and expose him. The fishnets still kept him covered, so he took the liberty of pulling them apart, ripping a perfect hole to expose Shuichi's small cock and soaking core. A perfect hole for his dick to fit in.

The boy in question whined out at this, throwing his hands over his face in embarrassment. Rantaro swear his stomach rumbled, running his hands up and down the detective's thighs.

"You look so fucking sexy... And you're so wet for me, too... My sweet boy..."

Shuichi was bright red, and still had his hands over his face when the same strong hands that resided on his thighs gripped his wrists and slammed them above his head.

"Hands up here, love. Wanna see you."

Shuichi nodded. "Y-Yes, 'm sorry..."

Rantaro chuckled at his apology and placed a firm kiss on his jaw. "Good boy."

With one hand he kept Shuichi's wrists above his head, and with the other he reached down and pulled his cock out, resting it on his boyfriend's heat. He writhed at the contact and whined, hips rocking upwards. "If you want me so bad, tell me, angel."

Shuichi whimpered, head turned to the side and hot with embarrassment. "P-Please fuck me, Rantaro... Want you so bad, I'll be a g-good boy, I promise,"

The green haired man purred, kissing his cheek. "I know you will."

With that he guided his cock inside his boyfriend, who cried out desperately as he was slowly filled to the brim. He was always surprised with how big Rantaro was.

The taller groaned and trailed kisses up and down Shuichi's jaw and neck, beginning to thrust into him hard. "So fucking tight."

Shuichi sobbed out, wanting to cover his face so badly but instead being faced with his hot as hell boyfriend above him, staring at him lustfully and fucking into him without mercy. He didn't dare close his eyes either, knowing it would result in being forced to keep them open as well.

"A-ah, Rantaro, please," The slapping of skin made his stomach crawl, as overthinking the concept of his boyfriend fucking him made him feel like he was going to cum any second. Rantaro was unbelievably sexy, and reminding himself that this godly being was the one fucking him made him squirm and flinch.

Rantaro panted and looked down, seeing where him and his boyfriend connected, before cursing to himself. "Fuck," He spat. "My good boy,"

Shuichi whimpered his name and clenched his thighs around the other's hips. Rantaro began to piston into his sweet spot and he arched into him, eyebrows tensing and mouth dropping open. Another moment getting fucked in this spot and he was finished.

"R-Rantaro, please, g-gonna cum," He whined, hips twitching as to meet the other's halfway.

The taller smirked, biting his lip. "Oh? Little slut can only take so much, huh? Getting plowed in his cute new bunny outfit?"

Shuichi sobbed out, toes curling. Rantaro was not helping his case, and the heat in his stomach was already growing fast. "S-So good, fuck me, please," He whined, and when the thrusts sped up he threw his head back, allowing Rantaro to suck bruises onto his throat.

"Cum on my dick, Shu. C'mon, I know you wanna." He purred, digging his nails into Shuichi's wrists and fucking into him mercilessly.

The younger nodded frantically, sobbing and pleading as the heat in his stomach was becoming nearly unbearable.

"Rantaro, please, p-please," His thighs were twitching, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head.

Teeth dug into his ear, and a hot breath made him shiver (though you couldn't tell due to all of the shaking going on already). "Cum for me, Shuichi. My cute little bunny."

That was basically the last straw, and the smaller boy let out a broken sob, hips pushing against the thrusts and back arching so hard it began to ache. The heat in his stomach exploded and he began to twitch and cry out curses and blurbs of his partner's name, insides tightening and milking Rantaro's cock.

The green haired man moaned at the sensation and the sight of his boyfriend mid-orgasm, thrusts growing harder and deeper.

Shuichi was tense, mouth hung open as he was fucked through his high and the sensation began to feel overwhelming.

"Gonna breed you, so deep, my pretty boy," The traveler panted, balls slapping against the boy's bottom and slick sounds filling the room.

Shuichi sobbed out pleas as he was overstimulated, the dick inside him not hesitating to keep rearranging his guts as the pleasure became too much.

A few more bone-breaking thrusts came before Rantaro hissed through his teeth with one last thrust deeper than any of the rest. His legs shook as he emptied inside his boyfriend, panting. "That's my good boy, take it baby," He shuddered, the grip on Shuichi's wrists loosening. He peppered kisses all over his face, slowly fucking his cum deeper into him and whispering praises to him as they caught their breath.

Shuichi was still bright red, panting. He huffed and wrapped his arms around Rantaro’s neck. “Th-Thank you baby,” The detective squeaked, nuzzling into him.

“You’re welcome lovebug.” Rantaro pulled himself out and Shuichi winced at the loss, pouting. He began to rub his sides up and down, smiling at the demolished boy under him. “What’s wrong? Want some more?” He smirked and sucked another bruise onto his collarbone.

Shuichi bit his lip and turned his head, blush across his face and chest. “I-I...”

Rantaro chuckled. “I’m okay with that, cutie.”

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