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hon3y-y · 5 months

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Mean nerd! Choso who is extreme intelligent and makes it known. He calls you dumb and belittles your intelligence, but is secretly in love with you. He offers to tutor you and every time you get a good grade he rewards by eating you out and being so sweet and loving, but when you get a bad grade punishment is the worst.

cw; dubcon/noncon (vv light), smut

He’s a meanie but it’s only to show his love:( he wants better for you, and he wants your dumb little brain to be filled with knowledge. He only calls you a “stupid slut” because he cares, not because he likes to see your pretty eyes tear up and your cheeks flush with humiliation. And he definitely doesn’t use that image when he’s pumping his fist full of his cum, his eyes rolling back as he forces himself through a third orgasm to the thought of your pretty tear stained cheeks.

In all honesty, He wants to make you sob on his dick and make your brain numb to anything but the way his cock drags against your tight cunt, maybe he could fuck the knowledge into you? He was willing to give it a try at the very least.

After weeks of torture, he finally convinced you to a tutoring session after saying that “you need him” if you want to pass the class with a decent grade. He worked you tirelessly, making you stay late to study and pulling your hair if you went to sleep(but not before putting his own head down and admiring your puffy lips and the light drool, cooing when your nose scrunched). The sessions usually ending with you in tears, your wobbly voice saying “I’m done.” and leaving mad.

You had full intention of quitting, sick and tired of the endless torments until you looked at your next exam. The score higher than all the rest and a bitter taste in your mouth when you realized he actually did help you.

At the next session you showed him the perfect score, reluctantly saying thank you. You were surprised when he gave you a genuine smile and even more when he had you face down on his bed, eating your pussy like a man. He’s spitting and licking from your clit to your ass, pushing his tongue in and smiling cheekily when you gasp.

Your head is in sheets that smell like him, arching your back as you whimper out praises and begging for him to not stop. He places a teasing kiss to your clit, pulling back to watch his fingers pop through the tiny hole of your pussy, biting his lip to stop a groan as he feels you flutter and nearly creams his pants when you look back to plead with him. “It’s okay baby, I got you~” he leans down to kiss your ass cheek before continuing to eat you out until you’re thrashing and squealing at the lightest touches.

He works you into overstimulation because he loves how you look when you cum, the tiny noises you make and the sound of his stuttered name making his cock twitch. He’ll reach down in the middle of slurping your juices to rub his hard-on through his sweats, letting out little puffs of hot air on your pussy when he brushes over his sensitive tip. He’ll probably make himself cum in his pants, reaching his dirty fingers to push into you or swirl over your soaking lips to make it creamier, watching the two of you mix together, making his soft dick hard again.

But god forbid you bring him a bad grade, you’ll leave sore and bruised. He’ll spank you until you’re sobbing and then slap your pussy until it’s raw, “you’re nothing but a slut huh? What, I treat you well once and you go and get stupid on me?”

He had you in mating press, cock hitting your cervix as you let out a choked sob. You’re sore cunt aches for him. he’s been edging you for hours and refuses to let you cum, leaving you to plead and wail as he pushes you closer to the edge again. “C-cho, please—been s’ good!” You slur, not being able to form words as he bullies his cock into you and uses his hand to cut off your circulation.

He scoffs, “good girls get good grades.” He pulls out completely, groaning as he pumps his cock and cums on your face with a whine. You shut your eyes when it lands on you, eye brows furrowing. “But I haven’t—“ he cuts you off with a tut, shaking his head as he catches his breath. “Only smart girls get to cum, sweetheart. let’s get cleaned up.”

**bonus**Will perform aftercare anyway because he’s not a monster</3, you’ll just pout the whole time and he’ll enjoy every second of it.

#jjk #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #chubby reader #need him so bad #choso x female reader #jjk smut

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weebsinstash · 4 months

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Sitting here watching that clip of Valentino with that demon girl going "you're gorgeous! Do you need a job? 🥰" and started thinking of Val either intentionally or unintentionally making Reader feel massively insecure and ugly and Val using that to manipulate them

I've mentioned "oh what if your job is serving him drinks at his club" but what if he also starts dragging you along when he goes out like some kind of weird PA. Like he's just throwing random bills at you that he clearly isn't counting like it's pocket change in a very "yeah sure whatever just do it bitch" kind of way so you put up with it, it's good income, but it's still... WEIRD. He's going to get his antenna done at the salon, and you're like. Having to STAND THERE beside his chair, you're not even in the lobby waiting room, you've gotta be WITH HIM, and you just get all these windows into his cunty personality where he's spoiled and mean to service workers and is a total fucking diva and it's extremely off-putting I'm sure

He's in a night club hitting on people whose bodies are absolutely insane like I'm talking GYATT city, ass and titties, you've got twunks and you've got hunks, and you're like, in sneakers, off to the side, head down playing games on your phone since you can't even put earbuds in because you unfortunately have to keep an ear open since he'll order YOU to bring drinks, not just for him, but for these complete strangers who don't even work for him too, AND he'll let them be fucking mean to you. You bring some bubble butt twink who's on Val's arm the daiquiri he asked for and he gives you a very clear look up and down before laughing, cuddling up to Val, "yeah I can SEE you need new employees 😋" and they all laugh Including Fucking Valentino

I dunno, I'm on the fence. It really changes with the story. You get the yandere who are obsessive but more abusive-adjacent and then you have the more true-blooded kind that won't accept any slander of you at all. Like can you imagine Valentino's smile just dropping off his face because some chick like, tells you you have cellulite or even something MILD like your mascara is bad or idk what are, male insults.... you have a flat ass??? And Valentino just instantly shoves them away "okay you're done bye, let the door hit you on the way out 🤭"

But today we're talking about angst and feeling fucking miserable so. Over time it just, makes you feel so horrible about yourself to go to these nightclubs. It isn't even about fucking Valentino, it's about how you're sitting here watching everyone EXCEPT YOU receive all this fawning and compliments and attention, even if Val is faking some of it just to lure in more workers. You see a girl who has the perfect skin and you run fingers over an ice pick scar on your cheek, male reader sees a guy who's tall but muscular with nice facial hair and you feel your own baby face and smaller build, there are people thinner than you, curvier than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and you watch all of them get called gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and sexy and you're just the fucking dweeb who gets teased, mocked, BULLIED

One night Valentino is sitting there talking to another girl, "oh my gosh, honey, I would TOTALLY do body shots off of you. Hey, can we get some shots over here? .... helllooooo, I SAID can we get some shots? ...bitch if you make me repeat myself again--" and he looks over and you're not even there. It's like ice. Suddenly without warning you're not there and he doesn't know what to do because you're ALWAYS there and whenever you're not it's because he LETS YOU leave??? Like??? He's immediately standing up even if it knocks away the people hanging off of him and he's looking around, "you BETTER be in the fucking bathroom--"

And over the crowd of people he sees you on the opposite end of the club, as if you were actively trying to put as much distance between you two as possible, and you're with a guy, some big furry monster boy, and you laugh with a big smile and Valentino GRINDS his teeth as he realizes it's been ages since you laughed around him, let alone at anything HE'S said, and you're actually drinking with this guy where you would always be way too stiff and cautious around Val (although he also really wouldn't let you drink anyways, being more of a waiter when you're 'on the clock')

Obsessed with the idea of Val making Reader carry around combs and brushes to comb his antenna/fur and Val sees you using them on another guy. like I think he'd go absolutely violently fucking crazy honestly because 1. Those are HIS and he is a bougie Gucci material man like those are high quality things being used on some RANDO 2. Those are for HIM, you're using them on someone ELSE 3. The person using them on someone else is YOU, YOU'RE brushing another man, YOU'RE cuddling another man like some kind of UNGRATEFUL WHORE--

When I say you suddenly look up and you're being GRABBED, HAULED UP to your feet by your arm, grip on you so tight it's ready to fucking bruise, and Val just shoots this guy in the head, like cartoonishly powerful gun just splatters the dudes head from what should have been just a single bullet hole I'm sure. You're like vaguely traumatized and trying to tell yourself the man will regenerate and be fine but now Valentino's got a gun in his hand and he's furious and you just start CRYING. He doesn't even CARE about the people he was flirting with anymore, if he has any employees in the club with him he doesn't even call out that it's time to go, he just starts DRAGGING YOU to the limo and will just LEAVE EVERYONE there because he's in such a rage, also, have you guys seen the posts where people point out there are moth squeaking effects when he speaks sometimes. So he's just fucking mad, voice cracking, shouting, squeaking, and i think it'd be funny if he spends like 15 minutes screaming about THE GUY while he has you like all but glued to his lap on the ride home and doesn't say a single thing about what you did. Just manic ranting on his phone as he HAS to call Vox, "oh my god you wouldn't FUCKING BELIEVE what this piece of shit did in front of me, the ugliest fucking guy I've ever seen was--" and you're like trembling wondering when he's going to pivot and realize like, you were also. Intentionally willingly sitting with that guy.

But he doesn't even like. Acknowledge it that way. He just keeps ranting about the guy touching something that doesn't belong to him, he's gotta replace all his fucking combs now, oh my GOD Vox like SERIOUSLY-- and then it's probably Vox that's like, with a disinterested voice, "sooooo.... WHICH whore did this happen to again???" And Valentino without hesitating just straight up says your name, "the nerdy one, you KNOW which one I'm talking about"

And that's when you just start to blubber cause you're tired and you're tipsy and you're mentally worn down, "oh OF COURSE I'm 'the nerdy one'!! You drag me all over the fucking place and I never get any time to myself and I have to WATCH everyone ELSE have fun, and when I finally find someone who calls ME cute, calls ME pretty, you fucking SHOOT HIM!" and you're just, face in your hands crying and you can't see it as Valentino GRINS like some fucking MONSTER because, "Aw, pobrecita, is that what this is about? You're lonely? ❤️w❤️"

And you're just mad and crying and pouting and you're telling him to go fuck himself and actually starting to get a little mouthy and have an attitude with him and he doesn't even care because how upset you're getting is going right to his head. even if you don't want to, you're jealous of him giving other people attention instead of you, and now he's watching you get all upset and sniffly over it and he's so full of himself, this makes him feel so powerful that he's reduced you to this insecure bawling state, and he's rubbing your shoulders, "awwww, don't cry mami, you should've told me you were wanting some 'attention'"

At this point you could be literally slapping his hands away but he's gonna keep pulling you close to him on purpose and NOW, now he's laying on all the fucking compliments, stroking the tops of your thighs. He knows exactly what scent you're using in your hair. Oh, you're wearing the nail polish you bought during one of your first months here; he's always liked this color on you. He's commenting and bringing up things you didn't expect him to notice let alone remember about you and... you're just so weak to it.... you're lonely... and he's here... and maybe it's the smoke or his cologne or what but he smells so good, he's so close, your head feels a little funny--

The rest of your night blurs together after that, but when you wake up, you're not at your place, or the studio, or anywhere you mildly recognize. You're in a bed way too big for someone your size, and you're especially not used to SOMEONE ELSE BEING IN IT WITH YOU. Val just has you caged in all of his arms and is passed out drooling in a post alcohol, post drug, post fuckathon coma, and you can FEEL in your muscles and in your body that you two were up to some wiiiiiild shit together.

IF you may manage to sneak out of V Tower without being stopped or caught, it won't make hin suddenly forget all the things you told him, or him now knowing how it feels to have your hands on his body, or how it looks to have your big sad wet eyes looking up at him and then sparkling with one of his compliments. Usually he WANTS bitches to be gone when he wakes up but, this time? When those eyes open and you're not there? Instantly feeling rejected, mad, irritated, he can't exactly identify why, he's just MAD you ran off without telling him and he's instantly blowing up your line to figure out where you are, and now you have become a recipient of The Voice-mails

"Heeeeeeey, baby, so, it's so funny but I just woke up and I can't find you in the tower? Did you run off to get breakfast somewhere? You KNOW you shouldn't run off without telling me first; I need you to come on back here ❤️"

"-- so answer your phone you fucking SLUT!! You better not be with another fucking guy, or I swear to fucking GOD--"

"--It just stresses me out that there are so many different kinds of people down here, I worry someone might hurt you, amorcito. I can't help protect you if I'm not there, soooooo, why don't you just, tell me where you are--"

"Is this fucking funny for you, you cunt?! You get all worked up about how PATHETIC AND SAD you are and then leave me? Leave ME? ME?! You're LUCKY i even TOUCHED YOU AT ALL--"

"Heeeeeeey, oh my gosh so this is so funny ummmm, Vox just let me know that Velvette borrowed you for something, soooooooooo, please don't listen to any of those other voicemails, ok? You know how CRAZY you make me, right? Don't forget you have a shift tonight, and if you even think about not showing up, I have some hellhounds that know your scent already and they'll drag you back here by your hair, sooooo, see you later love you byeeeeee ❤️"

#yandere hellaverse #yandere hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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kaladinkholins · 3 months

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"why would you ship mizu and taigen together they're sooooo toxic ugh taigen is AWFUL and mizu should be with ME instead!!!"

of course they're toxic they're both deranged and terrible and that's why they're perfect for each other.

cuz like omg you think mizu would treat you well? mizu would abandon you. look at how she left ringo multiple times. ringo who treats her so well and is nothing but patient and caring and loyal. if you are insecure she will laugh at you because she has no social tact. look at how mikio said "it's a stupid dream" talking about his ambitions of regaining his honour and mizu straight up chuckles and tells him he's right because it IS a stupid dream. and at this point their relationship was cordial and she was even warming up to him!

like. arguably, taigen would be a better romantic partner (per the ideals of his time and culture of course), or at least he would be on paper. cuz i mean as a husband, as he is now, i think he'd be awful. but i'm talking about if you and him were dating or courting or just seeing each other romantically, he would be good to you. like we saw how he behaved with akemi and he was nothing but sweet and gentle. the very reason akemi wanted to marry him so bad was because she KNOWS without a doubt that he respects women and would treat her well. "oh but he cheated on her with the prostitutes while celebrating his engagement!" yeah but per the norms of the time and place, it was not considered cheating and akemi (as well as any wife or romantic partner of that period) would not have minded or even cared.

and yes taigen IS an asshole and he IS obnoxious but come on. so is mizu, if she is allowed to act like herself around you. mizu will tease you and mock you and challenge you and even poke at your insecurities (see:her goading mikio on even though he clearly did not view her teasing as light-hearted banter and took it all very personally). she would tell you to your face if she thinks you're being annoying (see:mizu rolling her eyes and telling akemi to straight up just "shut up" when she'd believed mizu had killed taigen).

mizu is not merely a hot and talented badass with a sword and the insane hyperfocus on her desire for revenge which literally drives her to withstand like, extreme amounts of damage and survive it. mizu is also flawed and the show does a good job at showcasing this, and showing us that she's not merely a victim but also a multilayered person. we see throughout that mizu is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

oh what's that? oh right, very similar to taigen, who is also hot and talented with a sword and with insane hyperfocus on his desire to duel mizu and regain his honour. taigen who is also flawed (though, arguably, more so) as he is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

the only thing that sets mizu and taigen apart is the fact that taigen is a man and is not mixed race, which thus affects their positions in society and how people perceive them. these are external factors. taigen being a boy who is not blue-eyed allowed him to easily mingle with the other kids in the village, all of whom were similarly fed the same prejudiced values which led them to gang up against mizu and bully her.

but take all that away. strip them down to the bare essentials. suddenly it's like they are the same person copy and pasted.

and that's what makes them even more interesting. yes absolutely they would be toxic. whatever souls are made of, mizu's and taigen's are the same (derogatory). and we literally see them fight all the time!!!! but the thing is they are both deranged when it comes to this.

do you get me. they both literally get turned on by sparring. mizu's whole spar with mikio was her way of flirting. just look at how she smirked at him and said "unsheathe it" like it's clear that this is an innuendo of not just unsheathing his weapon but also what's in his pants. then during the chopsticks fight with taigen in the snow, despite mizu literally being injured and taigen trying to attack her, mizu gets attracted to him. meanwhile taigen got a boner after wrestling with her in the forge.

taigen goes around saying he wants to kill mizu to regain his honour but he still literally risks life and limb for her constantly. mizu gives ringo stomach ulcers by going around flinging herself into near-death situations 24/7. she ups and leaves her beloved swordfather with barely a goodbye twice to pursue her batshit far-fetched quest for revenge (against people she doesn't even KNOW btw because she literally starts off with practically No Leads and not even knowing the NAMES of the white men who are her maybe-fathers).

these bitches are crazy and you know what good for them. that shit needs to be contained and quarantined though and that's why in that sense they would be good together.

i want to put them both in a jar and shake it very hard and see what happens. personally i think they will argue and insult each other while working perfectly in sync with each other to break out of the jar and then proceed to kill me and make out sloppy style over my dead body while they're both covered in blood.

like that's it that's the dynamic. send post.

#this is written half in jest btw dont take it too seriously. ppl can dislike what they want and ship x reader if they like #what annoys me is just when ppl are being rude about other ppl's ships like. unprovoked. like girl....#taimizu #taigen x mizu #mizu x taigen #blue eye samurai #im active on twitter again and the algorithm keeps putting bad takes on my tl against my will !!!#also yes i am aware im saying all this while writinf a tender yearning-filled slowburn fic of them #bcs i DO want them to be gentle. definitely i do. but that comes muuuuuuch later after they both wear each other's edges down ykwim #bcs if they get together any time soon they will literally be a flaming hot mess #sexy hot mess tho #but a mess nonetheless #they have the range! love them for that #fandom.rtf #shut up haydar #wank.mp3 #kinda #might delete later

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bluecollarmcandtf · 10 months

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Revenge at the Frat House

"On your knees!" I pointed my mind control ray at the Co-Presidents of the frat. Their eyes glazed over and their legs buckled to the floor. I knew these jocks were finally mine.

The Alpha Tau Beta house was a giant mess, but it was easy to find on Frat Row. I crossed the overgrown lawn nervously, carrying my science experiment up to the front door.

This fraternity was well known for being intolerant. They'd berated me countless times at the university, but these idiots had no idea who they were beating up. Sure, I'm gay, but I was studying neuroscience, and this device was my crowning achievement. Hunter and Josh were my first test subjects.

I didn't honestly think it would work so well. The two athletes dropped quickly to their knees when I commanded. Their eyes fluttered lazily as they wobbled on the hardwood. It definitely looked like they were ready to be reprogrammed.

"What's going on..." the blonde jock groaned.

Hunter was the school's basketball star. Everybody fawned over his perfect smile. Nearly every advertisement for the school had the guy on it, wearing a sleeveless jersey that showed off his impressive wingspan.

Now, his muscular arms dangle limply at his side, twitching occasionally.

"What's going on is revenge!" I cried, "Remember me? You led your pack of fraternity goons over and had them rough me up because I had a rainbow flag on."

"Oh yeah... " he replied dumbly.

"Well things are different now," I continued, "You won't target any gay dude again!"

"I won't..." he automatically agreed.

"It was crazy that you were ever such a homophobe. After all, you're gay yourself."

"I am...?" his blank face furrowed in confusion.

"Oh yeah," I pushed the suggestion further, "You love men. You're the gayest guy on campus. Nothing makes you happier than flirting with all dudes you can."

"I'm the gayest man on campus..." the fraternity jock agreed with a cheesy smile. He seemed happy to find a new calling in life.

I know he meant it. My device was designed to embed these suggestions into his mind, body, and personality. Hunter was a full-on fruitcake, now. It wouldn't be long before he was coming onto his fraternity brothers or getting an erection with his teammates in the shower. As far as he knew, he had always loved men, and he couldn't wait to flaunt his attraction loudly.

"And you," I turned to Josh.

The second frat bro was slumped onto the floor with his jaw hanging open. He looked half asleep with the drool hanging off his chin.

"Me..." Josh slurred.

This guy was on the wrestling team, and while he wasn't the leader of the bullies like Hunter, he was almost always the first to get physical. I still remember the feeling of his beefy arms around my neck as he taught me his lesson. Now it was my turn to teach him a lesson.

"Josh, you're not gay like your buddy, but you are a wimp," I explain.

"I'm a wimp...?" he mumbles deliriously.

"Yup! Sure, you're strong and athletic, but you're a total pushover."

"I'm a pushover..." he let the words sink in.

"Literally every male you come across will intimidate you. And anyone that intimidates you can boss you around. It doesn't matter if they're older, younger, weaker, or stronger. They get to use you as they want, but you don't mind. Your body is just a tool to be used."

"I'm a tool..." Josh agreed.

"In fact, your mouth is the most useful thing about you," I added, "I mean think about all the things you can use it for. If your bro's shoes are dirty, you can lick them clean for him. Maybe he's sweaty after a work out; just offer to suck the sweat out of his pits. Heck, maybe he's too lazy to walk to the bathroom; your mouth is perfect for that too. There are so many ways to put that face hole to use."

"My mouth is a tool..." his lips fumbled the words but there was conviction in his eyes.

Josh was fully convinced of his extremely submissive personality. He was already normalizing different situations in his head where another dude would use him as they wanted, and it felt completely natural.

"Alright, I'm going to wake you two up," I decided.

Thumping them on the forehead with my mind control device, I snapped the fraternity jocks out of their subconscious state.

"Woah," Hunter winced, "What's going on?"

The basketball star caught his bearings, noticing me as I stood over him. Hunter had never looked at me with anything other than animosity, but in that moment, he licked his lips and batted his eyes. I could tell he liked what he saw.

"Well, hello handsome," the stud purred as he checked me out.

Hunter rose from the ground and sidled up to me, planting his massive palms on my waist as he stared down into my eyes. I knew he was displaying his most charming smile.

"Anything I can do for you, daddy?" he snickered mischievously.

"I'm not interested, at the moment," I said.

"Playing hard to get?" Hunter scoffed in disappointment and turned away with a sigh, "Josh, get over here!"

The burly wrestler flinched as his buddy called to him. Josh was still on the floor, trying to make his bulky frame as small as possible in the presence of real men. He'd only been able to cast nervous glances at our shoes as we stood over him, but he quickly scurried over to Hunter when he was called.

"Come on," Hunter growled at Josh, "Let me show this guy what I can do with my tongue. I'll see if he isn't interested then!"

Hunter quickly grabbed the back of his fraternity brother's head and pulled him up into a slobbery kiss. Josh barely had time to react, but he wasn't in a position to pull away. The pair of homophobic jerks made out with each other, with Hunter moaning loudly and Josh trying to keep up.

I enjoyed the scene. Hopefully, the rest of the fraternity would be back from that party soon. I wanted to see them walk in on their Co-Presidents making out in the living room.

Now that I knew my technology worked, I was planning to convert the rest of the brothers. They needed to understand Hunter and Josh's new roles in the frat house.

Soon, they would all be bullying Hunter for how gay he'd become, and they'd be using Josh in any way that amused them. I'd definitely gotten the revenge I wanted.

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #mind control

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ittybittylee · 7 months

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Jax Tickle hcs 💜✨

- Lee

* Even though he may be an asshole he tends to get very flustered while being tickled. This is because he’s not used to anyone seeing him all soft like that

* thus he feels embarrassed

* And does not wanna screw up his “Reputation”

* Will instantly melt in your hands

* He has that cackling yet snarky kinda laugh?? the kind that gives you butterflies

* He has very ticklish feets ///that are also very fluffy

* His neck, stomach and hips are also very sensitive, even a slight poke could send him into a giggling fit

* He lets on that he absolutely HATES being teased and will do everything in his power to push you away to prevent you from teasing him

* Making Eye contact while tickling him makes him even more flustered

* But he secretly enjoys it, makes him weak in the knees

* Kicks his feet when tickled

* Will not ask for you to stop because he “refuses to beg anyone” so once the damage has been done he’ll just accept his fate

* ^If you confront him about it he’ll get all embarrassed and start shouting at you to “shut up!”

* Will 100% use the excuse “how could I have of asked you to stop when you were nearly tickling me to death?! I couldn’t even breathe nonetheless get a single word out!”

( he could’ve easily IF he wanted to )

* He absolutely adores aftercare, he’ll snuggle right up in your lap and rest his head on your shoulder

* He loves having his ears rubbed, especially if you hold his head while doing so

* Whether or not he’ll admit it, he loves every minute of it

* “You tell anybody that I’m ticklish and you’re dead. and that’s not a threat, that’s a promise got it?”

- Ler

* Extremely teasing, smug mischievous ler

* perfect balance between rough and gentle tickles

*is a mean ler

* Absolutely LOVES getting a reaction out of you especially seeing you blush

* Laughs at you while tickling because he thinks it’s funny to see you completely helpless

* Finds it hysterical when you snort/squeak/wheeze and will bully you for it //affectionately

* Will do everything he possibly can to get you all flushed and embarrassed just because he knows how much you hate it

* Will not hesitate to absolutely wreck you

* Can and will most definitely tease you especially with baby talk

* This mf will purposely taunt you by saying “Cootchie cootchie coo” over and over again to embarrass the living hell out of you

* You can beg for him to stop but he won’t, not until you’re all wheezy and breathless

* Loves to taunt you by saying “I’m gonna getcha” in a very sinister voice and at the most random times

* you can tell just by the smirk on his face he’s planning an “unexpected” tickle attack

* His lanky fingers make it easier to scribble away into those hard to reach sweet spots ( inner neck, etc )

* Finds it hilarious whenever he gets a reaction out of you

* “Heh what’s the matter? Does that tickle~? Too bad because I’m gonna do it anyway~”

* Will never let you live it down. Ever.

* Will wiggle his fingers at you on purpose just to make you flinch or blush

* Great aftercare, loves to hold you

* Asks you if you’re okay, hoping that he didn’t take it too far

* He makes sure you’re okay before carrying on with the rest of his day and acting like nothing ever happened

* will threaten to tell the others that you’re extremely ticklish but won’t actually tell them

#the amazing digital circus tickling #the amazing digital circus tickles #the amazing digital circus tickle #digital circus #jax tadc #jax #tickle headcanons #my entire face was red while writing this #gave me butterflies and everything aaAAHGH #i’m so embarrassed #oh goodness

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onceuponastory · 1 year

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knights in leather jackets - biker!bucky x reader

Plot: Stuck in a dead end job at an ice cream parlour, Y/N dreams of something new in her life, especially when a biker’s charity meet and ride comes to town. And then, she meets Bucky. Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Y/N’s boss being an ass and a bully, verbal abuse and some violence and threats. Biker!Bucky is also very much a flirt in this, and likes using doll as his petname (yes, he’s a warning, hahaha). As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This was inspired by a biker’s meet that happened near me, and also because I’ve always liked these kind of stories. This is not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Gazing out of the window, Y/N drifts into a dreamworld. A local biker group is holding their annual charity meet and ride in her city, meaning that the streets surrounding the ice cream parlour she works in are full of motorbikes, and that the sound of engines continues to fill the air. She’s already served a few of them so far tonight, but the crowd has died down. Thankfully for Y/N, it means she can stare out of the window to her heart’s content, watching and listening to all the bikers.

“Hey, earth to Y/N. I don’t pay you to stand around looking like an idiot.” Her boss snaps, pulling her out of her trance. “Oh, please tell me you’re not staring at them.” He huffs.

“And who exactly is ‘them’?” She asks warily.

“Those stupid bikers.”

“It’s for charity!” She exclaims. “And besides, they’ve been great for business! I already sold a bunch of ice cream to them.”

“I don’t give a shit! Could be for world peace for all I care. I hate those things.” Honestly, Y/N wishes she could say that she was surprised by her boss’ reply. But she’s been working for this asshole for so long, and been screamed at by him so many times that she’s used to his awful attitude by this point. “They just make too much noise, and they’re bad news. I wouldn't allow them to be here if I had my way.”

“Thank fuck you’re not in charge, then.” She mutters, rolling her eyes. If she could, she would’ve left this shitty job months ago and never looked back. Unfortunately for her, bills need to be paid, and nobody else wants to hire her, so it looks like she’s going to be stuck here, with her shitty boss, for the rest of her life.

Another roar of an engine sounds from outside, and Y/N sighs. She’d love to be like the bikers, driving all over the country without a care in the world. The wind in her hair, free to do whatever and go wherever she wanted… that would be perfect.

“I’m going for a break.” Her boss snaps, walking out and slamming the door behind him. The sound reverberates throughout the room, sending a shockwave through her entire body. Clenching her fist, she tries to calm down.

God, she hates this fucking place.

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About half an hour later, Y/N is checking on something through the back when the chimes above the door sound, signalling the arrival of another customer. Before going back out, she takes a moment to brace herself. It could also mean her boss is back, ready to get mad at her for something else that isn’t her fault.

Thankfully for Y/N, when she goes back out to the front, the only person standing there is another biker. Dressed all in black, including the sunglasses perched on his head, he looks out of place against the bright colours of the ice cream parlour. Coupled with his extremely muscular physique and the biker patches on his jacket, he looks like the stereotypical bad boy in a movie, the one who comes in to lead the heroine astray and drive her to trouble. But she doesn’t care about that. She’s just happy that she has a moment of freedom from her boss constantly breathing down her neck. And besides, what's so bad about wanting a bad boy in your life? Especially when you live a life as shitty as hers.

“Hey sir, what can I get you?” The man looks up, brushing a few strands of his long brunette hair out of his face. Light blue eyes stare back at her.

“Hey there.” He grins. God, this man is gorgeous. He peers over the cabinet, staring at all the flavours. The light catches his eyes, and they sparkle even more. “It’s so hard to choose. There’s so many choices.” He murmurs. His voice is smooth like honey, and he hums to himself as he tries to decide. “Nope, no clue. Can you recommend anything?” He stands up straighter, almost leaning over the counter towards her. Yet, Y/N doesn’t feel afraid of him coming closer. In fact, somehow she already feels comfortable around him.

“Well, that depends. What kind of flavours do you like?”

The man chuckles, biting his lip slightly. “I do like something sweet.” He grins, pointedly glancing over her facial features. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat, and she can already feel heat settling onto her cheeks. “But maybe with a little tartness.” He winks, and Y/N quickly bites her tongue before she can embarrass herself. “So what do you think…” His eyes move lower, towards her chest, landing on her name tag. “...Y/N?” He whispers. Y/N bites down even harder, quieting the moan that threatens to escape. This man just oozes charisma, and it’s clear he’s flirting with her. Although, after the shitty day she’s been having, he’s the welcome respite she needs.

“Um. I think r-raspberry ripple would be a good choice then.” She stammers, her voice sounding more like a squeak than anything else. Already, she can feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“There we go then. Lady’s choice.” Quickly, Y/N scoops him some, thrusting the cone into his hand at breakneck speeds. As she does, her hand brushes against the leather of his gloves. And the sensation almost sends her heart into overdrive. Thankfully, the man doesn’t seem to notice her frazzled state. Or if he does, at least he doesn’t mention it. “Thanks doll.” He roots around in the pockets of his clearly too tight (although not that Y/N is complaining) jeans, handing over a wad of cash.

“It’s only three-” Y/N begins, holding out the extra cash. However, the man shakes his head.

“No, no. You keep it. Consider it a tip.” And a real, proper smile, her first that day, grows on Y/N’s lips.

“Thank you so much.” She expects the man to leave then, their chance meeting over. Instead, he stands there, watching her as he eats his cone. Meanwhile, Y/N tries to think of something, anything to say to get him to stay.

“This is amazing.” He smiles. “You have great taste.”

“You’re welcome. But you know….” She begins, and the man raises a brow. “I don’t know your name and you know mine. I think it’s only fair that I get to know yours.” Nodding, the man chuckles.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. How’s the ride? I think it’s great what you’re doing, by the way. I’ve been here most of the day, but I saw and heard you all down there. Sounds amazing.” For a moment, she’s worried her gushing will turn him off. But in fact, he seems more than happy to discuss it with her.

“Yeah, well, someone sends the call out, and we come to raise as much as we can. This time it’s for the local kid’s hospital.” He shrugs, showing there’s no question about his choice to help others. Y/N smiles. What was that she was saying about him being a bad boy? Seems like he’s anything but. “But you’re right. It’s great catching up with everyone, too.” Y/N holds out some more cash, and Bucky frowns. “I told you that’s your tip.”

“I know. But I wanna help too.” And then, Bucky smiles. A huge, warm, grateful smile.

“Thank you. You’re an angel, you know that? At least… one that gives out amazing ice cream and helps others.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering, and she giggles.

“Well, I’m happy to serve.”

But then, the happy peace is shattered. “Y/N!” Her boss shouts, banging the door open. Immediately, Y/N jumps. Noticing her sudden fear, Bucky frowns.

“What the hell? Are you alright?” Her boss storms into the room, glaring at her. From the way he’s standing, his nostrils flaring, he looks like one of those cartoons with the faces that turn bright red whenever they get angry. If steam started coming out of his ears, Y/N wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.

“I told you to take out the fucking trash before I left, didn’t I?” He hisses.

“No, you didn’t. You just stormed out.” Y/N argues, willing herself not to get pissed off or cry in front of her cute customer.

“Don’t talk back to me. Need I remind you I pay your wages? I can easily take that away.”

“But-” she begins, already hearing her voice cracking.

“Hey, that’s enough. Don’t you ever threaten her like that again.” Bucky speaks up. His voice is immediately deeper, and more threatening.

“And who the hell are you?” Her boss asks, looking him up and down. But like Y/N said, it’s obvious that Bucky is a biker. “Oh. Of course.” He scoffs. “Listen buddy, I don’t need someone like you to tell me what to do. This is between me and my employee, so it’s none of your business. Got it?”

“Oh, someone like me, huh?” Bucky chuckles. “The thing is, I don’t care what an asshole like you thinks about me. What I do care about is how you treat your lovely employee there.” Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Y/N registers her heart beating even quicker at Bucky’s words. “Now. Why don’t you say sorry, and I won’t be forced to bring my friends round to help me deal with you, hm?”

Next, everything happens in a blur. All Y/N sees is her boss raising his fist, and Bucky quickly grabbing his wrist before he can do anything. “Really shouldn’t have done that, buddy.” Bucky tuts.

“Fuck you.” Her boss hisses, only to scream when Bucky twists his arm even more. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Her boss whimpers. Bucky shakes his head.

“Not to me. Say sorry to Y/N.” He orders. Somehow, the threatening tone of Bucky’s voice is extremely attractive to her. Or that could just be because he’s doing it to protect her. When she said he was a bad boy, she couldn’t have been further from the truth. In a cheesy way, he’s more like a knight in a leather jacket. “Now.”

“I’m sorry…Y/N.” Her boss cries. Seeing the man who has bullied and threatened her for so long on his knees in tears is a pretty unbelievable sight. Yet, Y/N can’t help but giggle. She’s been wanting this bastard to get his comeuppance ever since she started working here, and she’s not missing a moment of it.

“Good boy. Now, fuck off and leave her alone. And if I ever hear that you’re treating her like shit again, I will bring my friends round, okay?” When her boss nods, Bucky lets go of his wrist, and he scurries out of the door without another word. As Bucky takes out his phone, dialling a number, Y/N lets out a breath she doesn’t realise she was holding. Her heart is still pounding in some weird mix of fear and love for the man who saved her. “Hey. We have a situation at the ice cream parlour.” Bucky speaks, pacing around the shop. “No, nothing like that. The boss was just being an asshole to his employee, so I made sure he knew to leave her alone or else. Asshole’s probably gonna go squealing to the police at some point though, so we should be prepared. …Okay, see you soon.”

When Bucky hangs up, he’s immediately back to the same, kind person he was when it was just them. “Are you alright? He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”

“No, it just scared me. It’s nothing new, though.” She murmurs. Her words make Bucky’s jaw clench, and he sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Y/N doesn’t respond. Instead, she crosses over to him, pulling him into a tight grasp, not even caring about the consequences. He smells like gasoline and patchouli oil. The powerful aroma infiltrates her entire senses, sweet and intoxicating. Bucky wraps his arms around her, pulling her even closer. So close she can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and feel his heartbeat through his jacket.

“Thank you.” She gasps. “So much.”

“Of course, doll. It’s what we do.” Being in Bucky’s arms feels safe and right. He holds her until her heart rate calms down, matching with his. She never wants to let go.

But then, she remembers. Bikers from all over the country are at this charity meet.What if Bucky lives miles away, and she’ll never see him again?

“Bucky, what happens when you go? What if he comes back?” She asks, her voice quiet. Pulling apart from her, Bucky grabs a napkin, writing his number on it.

“I doubt he will come back, but if there’s any issues, you call me okay? I’ll be right over.” He picks up his helmet, heading towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta go meet the others. Like I said, call me, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods, already missing him.

And then, he’s gone.

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Run Away

Stray kids x reader, angst, fluff

A/N - Inspired by the prompt “Don’t run away from me.” TRIGGER WARNING OF CONTROLLING BEHAVIOUR AND MANIPULATION.

Disclaimer: extremely toxic behaviour, manipulation and bullying. I do not condone these types of behaviour, this is purely for the fictional scenarios. This does not represent any of the members in real life and if for entertainment purposes only. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

Chan

If there’s one thing you should know by now, it’s that Chan is at his most frightening when he gives no reaction. Like when you refused to give him a kiss so he squeezed your waist and stared you down. That had you apologising profusely and giving him as many kisses as he wanted. Or when you were hanging out with some friends and you laughed at a comment one of them made about their partner being so clingy. You were making up for that one for an entire week.

You find yourself in a similar sort of situation right now. With Chan staring you down, little emotion evdient on his face. He’s intimidating for sure. And the silence is slowly killing you.

“Chan I-” it’s like he’s been waiting for you to finally crack, to begin speaking so he can cut you off and remind you that he’s the one in control here.

“What a poor thing. Thinking you could run away like that?” He mockingly pouts. With every step he takes forward, you take one back. Until you’re cornered with no way of escape. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, only able to watch and wait until he reaches you. The lighthearted game of cat-and-mouse you’d been playing long dissipated.

There’s barely enough time for you to register one of his hands finding its place on your waist, the other cupping your cheek and his lips smashing into yours. Your response is instantaneous, unable to resist how mind-meltingly good his kiss is.

“I win.” Chan smirks, pulling away just enough for the words to be uttered in a heated whisper. And it sends shockwaves through you, your fists clenching onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt impossibly tight with the way it makes your head spin, before he smoothly delves back in for more.

Minho

He holds you to his chest firmly, one hand on your waist and the other of the back of your head as his fingers thread through your hair.

“Did you really think you’d have a chance?” He whispers into the crown of your head before placing a kiss there. When you fail to respond he yanks you back by the grip on your hair, snatching the breath out of your lungs in a sharp gasp of pain. It forces you to meet his dark eyes, unblinking as they burn into yours.

Of course you didn’t really think you had a chance of escaping Minho. But you weren’t going to let that stop you from trying. And with the perfect opportunity presenting itself, you would have been stupid not to take it…

You couldn’t believe it when you had walked into your shared bedroom to find the window had been left ajar. At first you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you. But when you had moved closer to examine and felt the cold on your skin, you knew you weren’t imagining it.

It had taken all of two seconds to decide what your next move was. You could still hear the shower running and knew that even if Minho was to enter the room in the next few minutes, he would be soaking wet and undressed. So you hoisted the window up and took a seat on the ledge. If only you hadn’t hesitated for so long about the drop…

You were only two stories up, but the ground still looked a million miles away. In your assessing of any alternative way to climb down the bricks or use the piping as a ladder, you hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around you. The shower had shut off, the door to your bedroom had opened and Minho had quietly approached you. Only, you weren’t aware until you felt both of his hands grip onto your shoulders and pull you backwards. After scrambling to your feet, he’d pulled you into his firm hold. Which brings you back to exactly where this started.

“You not going to answer me Princess?” You’re still tongue-tied by his piercing gaze and now he’s smirking at you too. You place one of your hands on his chest for support, only realising he’s shirtless when you feel the cool water droplets against his hot skin.

“I’m… sorry?” You gulp, posing your weak apology as more of a question, unsure of what answer he is looking for. Minho just snickers at you, finally releasing his grip from your hair in preference of placing his palm back on your shoulder to push you down.

“Show me how sorry you are then.”

Changbin

“Don’t ever leave me. It’ll only break my heart.” Your thumb strokes Changbin’s cheek. You’re eye-to-eye, noses brushing as he mutters his confession into your lips.

“How could I ever?” You smile into him, placing a peck to his lips. “I’m so in love with you.”

Your friends had expressed concern to you over how clingy you are with your boyfriend. They’d said you’re so obsessed with him, that it’s not good to be too dependent on your relationship. But how could you not be obsessed with Changbin? You’re absolutely head-over-heals smitten with him. As he is for you.

After confessing your friend’s strong opinions to him, Changbin had immediately panicked. The thought of not having you in his life petrified him. How could your friends not want you together? How could they not see how perfect you are for him or how happy he makes you? Do they not want you to be happy? Do they just want you all to themselves?

With all of these questions racing through his mind, Changbin knows he can’t let them take you away from him. He knows that he has to get you to give them up. You only need him. No one else.

So he’d put his plan into action. Over the last few weeks, Changbin had been coddling you. You were never out of his sight for more than 60 seconds. He’d even been checking through your phone after you’d gone to sleep each night, just to ensure that no one was trying to steal you away from him. Several of your friends had stopped talking to you after he’d replied to their messages telling them you don’t want to be friends anymore. But you were none the wiser to this, too preoccupied with Changbin’s lovey-dovey distractions to notice.

And now it’s time for his final part of securing you for good. Changbin knows all he has to do is look at you with those heart-eyes of his and you’re putty in his hands.

“Lets run away and get married.”

Hyunjin

“I’ve given up everything for you and this is how you repay me?” Hyunjin’s hands exasperatedly flail in the air, finally falling to brush through his hair as he paces back and forth. Meanwhile, you are frozen, back pressed firmly against the door that you’d been unsuccessful at unlocking. “Do you want me to suffer?” He stalks over to you, closing off so much space you’re practically chest to chest.

You suck in your breath, staring up at him to meet his erratic gaze. You can practically see all of the thoughts buzzing around his mind.

“Baby…” you weakly utter as you place your small hand in his bicep. Anything to try to get him so out of his head. Upon this, Hyunjin’s attention falls to where you hold onto him, his other hand reaching over and gently intercepting where your hand touches him to interlace your fingers instead. His forehead falls to rest on yours, his eye shut as he regulates his breathing. “…I just thought-”

“You didn’t think.” He cuts you off. “You scared me. I thought I’d lost you for good.” He finally opens his eyes to reveal the tears he’d been holding back.

“You could never lose me like that.” You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. You’d never meant to worry Hyunjin so much. It’s just, after the argument you’d had, you felt like going on a walk to clear your head would do you good. You had planned to slip out of your apartment for 10 minutes without Hyunjin knowing. But, of course, he’d caught you trying to unlock the front door and you froze.

You watch as he sniffles, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. Instinctively, you deranged your hands and reach up to wipe it away with your thumb, continuing to caress his skin as your hand trails down to his neck, then shoulder, then arm. All the way until you reach his hand and interlace your fingers once again. It seems the delicate touch soothes him, settling his blubbering down until he’s calm. But his grip on your hand remains firm, like he’s scared that you’ll pull away and disappear into thin air.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.” Hyunjin’s voice is a whisper after a moment of silence. With his forehead still resting against yours there’s no need to speak any louder. You watch as his eyes rake over your face until they land on your lips.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You respond equally as softly. “We’ll work through this.”

Jisung

If there’s one thing that Jisung is flawless at, it’s guilt tripping you. He’s aware he’s got many talents, but keeping you wrapped around his finger is the one he’s most proud of.

“Am I not enough for you?” Jisung’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, his bottom lip wobbling. “Do I not provide you with everything you could ever want?” Another rhetorical question is thrown at you before you have any chance to form a string of word-vomit to his first one.

“Yes baby, you-” you begin, the words getting caught in your throat as Jisung takes a step closer to you. You watch as he kneels.

“Then why would you try to leave me like that?�� He’s on his knees before you, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes you have ever seen. Your gaze flickers onto where his hands clutch at the rope that bounds your ankles to the chair, pulling it tighter and burning into your skin, making you hiss. “Why would you run away?”

“I’m sorry!” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to cry. Your body thrashes about as you feel Jisung move to where your hands are tied behind your back, grabbing the rope and pulling it harshly. “Please let me go.”

You feel like the biggest idiot alive. How could you think that you wouldn’t get caught when you ran away… you wish you could take it back. If you could go back in time then you would try an alternative way to calm yourself instead of panicking and making a run for it in the middle of the night.

You’d only intended to get a glass of water, having woken up in Jisung’s arms after a nightmare. It was a humid night and you felt so panicked that you wanted - no needed - fresh air. You were shocked to find the key in the back door and couldn’t resist just stepping outside for a moment. You convinced yourself that Jisung would never know, that you’d simply allow yourself a few moments to cool down and then you’d re-lock the door and go back to bed.

But even the fresh air couldn’t settle you and you found yourself having flashbacks to the nightmare. Before you knew it, you were running and running and running…

Jisung takes a step back, observing how helpless you look all tied up. He’s not ready for your pleas for forgiveness yet. Not when he watched how little you hesitated at leaving him. Of course he was awake when you left your bed. Of course he followed you as you stood by the back door and contemplated opening it. Of course he caught you before you made it to the end of the street.

Felix

“Maybe you should run away… start life over in a new place.”

Felix is many things. He’s your sunshine, your main supporter and your most favourite person in the world. He’s so sweet and thoughtful and always goes out of his way to make people happy. He would move heaven and Earth for you just to make you smile.

Which is exactly why you aren’t surprised he’s so accepting of your plans to ditch the small town you’ve both grown up in.

It breaks his heart to think of his life without you in it. For years you’ve been his rock, the one person he could go to about anything, his home. But Felix guesses the saying is true, if you love someone then you have to let them go. He could never be the reason you don’t live your life to the fullest.

Even a week later, he still can’t process you’re about to leave. He’s helping you pack the last of your things into your suitcase, taking in the bare walls of your childhood bedroom. You share so many memories in here. Like the first time your parents let you have a sleepover and you’d spent all night on a sugar high. Nor will Felix ever forget the countless times you’ve given him makeovers, tying his hair into little piggy-tails with little bows. He looks over to where you are now, lying on your bed and staring at your phone. He can’t help the heart-eyes as he takes you in, still as hopelessly in love with you now as he was back then.

“Lix?” You call out to him without looking away from your phone, his heart skips a beat as he responds with a “yeah?” alongside an amused puff of air through his nose. “You missed a spot.”

Finally your eyes move to focus on him, unable to hide the devilish smirk any longer. Upon this, Felix makes a stand, dropping the items he’d been so carefully placing into your suitcase for you to instead make his way to where you are still lying lazily on your bed. He’s laughing giddily as he approaches, raising his hands in preparation for a tickle attack.

“No!” You squeal, trying and failing to wriggle yourself away before he reaches you. But it’s futile when he’s far quicker and stronger. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You plead through shrieks of laughter. “I surrender!”

“So easily?” Felix teases, raising a brow at you as the tickles momentarily pause. He’s pinned you down beneath him, keeping you in his hold. Both of you beaming at each other as you regain your breath.

The silence that settles around you quickly goes from lighthearted to something deeper as you continue to stare at each other. You watch Felix’s smile slowly fade, turning more and more thoughtful. Until you notice how one of his hands (which had been holding him up on either side of your head) has begun to slowly move closer to you. The next thing you know, the pad of his thumb is gently smoothing over your cheek.

Felix watches as you bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes growing wider in a soft, doe sort of way. By now, your faces a mere inches apart, noses touching and his hot breath fanning your face.

“Is this ok?” His voice is so low, almost strained from how much he’s having to hold himself back. You whisper a breathy “yes” as your eyes flutter shut, his lips connecting with yours instantly.

When you pull apart, you know you’re done for. There’s no way you can leave Felix after he’s just kissed you like that. So you desperately plead him before he’s able to close the space between you once again.

“Come with me.”

Seungmin

You can’t remember the last time you left this house. Or the last time you felt the sun on your skin; the wind in your hair; the smell of fresh cut grass or the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. You’ve been held hostage for so long you’re starting to forget what the world beyond the window is like.

You’ve tried - really really tried - to escape. But every time you’ve thought of a new way to deceive him and finally make a run for it, your plan has been foiled and you’ve been caught. He’s just too quick to miss any of your tricks. It’s impossible to outsmart him, to think of anything that he hasn’t already… and so you remain trapped by him, helplessly watching the world go by from the window.

Until he catches you trying to smash the glass (something that you have tried and failed at many times before). Thank goodness Seungmin had taken every precaution and gotten bulletproof windows. It’s actually amusing watching you struggle. You’re so desperate to escape him that you actually think your tiny fist could cause enough damage to set you free?

“When you finally decide to give up, I have dinner ready downstairs.” Your breath gets caught in your throat, fist frozen mid-air as you jolt your body to face him.

Stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and a devilishly amused smirk on his lips. He looks both menacing and heart-meltingly attractive. He turns before you are able to form any sort of coherent response and you listen to his footsteps grow distant as he makes his way back down the stairs.

“So let me get this straight.” Seungmin continues to chew on his food. “You want to run away?” He says it like it’s nothing, like he’s not keeping you captive here.

You’re at a loss for words and haven’t eaten a single morsel, too anxious from the anticipating of what the repercussions of your attempted escape may be.

“Baby please eat something.” He sighs when he realises you haven’t so much as moved since you arrived to the dining table. But you have no apatite. And what’s making things worse is that Seungmin is acting so unnatural. Usually he would have punished you for misbehaving by now.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumble, refusing to look at him. Instead you sit with your hands in your lap, continuing to remain as still as possible. That is until you hear his heavy sigh and the clatter of his fork as it’s put down onto his plate.

“You’re really pushing it, you know that right?” It’s now you choose to cast a brief glance to meet Seungmin’s displeased frown. He’s watching you intently, his dark brown eyes staring at you so deeply you’re sure if you were to look at him for long enough he’d be able to hypnotise you.

“Then punish me.” You sound like you’ve given up all hope. Defeated.

It’s funny, Seungmin has always wanted to get you to this point. He’s dreamed countless times of what it would be like when you finally give up, when your resolve and determination to escape him have gone. But right now, witnessing how broken you look, he doesn’t feel as triumphant as he thought he would.

It’s now that he realises that he doesn’t want you to give up just yet. He likes the chase. Its exhilarating. And he finds himself trying to think of a way to get you back. Maybe he could accidentally leave the back door unlocked and see how long it would take you to notice? Maybe it would be fun to let you have your wish of running away just so he can hunt you down and reclaim you as his prize…

Jeongin

“How could you run away like that?” You roll your eyes at your best friend’s tone. He’s reprimanding you exactly how your parents did when you were a child.

“Y’know I’m not some helpless little child. I can take care of myself.” It’s apparent that your flat-toned comment rubs Jeongin the wrong way, his frown deepening and his fists clenching tighter by his sides.

“I know you’re not.” He clenches his teeth. “But you’re certainly acting like one right now and running away from your problems isn’t helping your case.” You scoff.

“And what do you know of my problems?” You sass, folding your arms defensively. You thought you could go to Jeongin about anything. That’s exactly why you’d rushed to his place after having a terrible argument with your boyfriend. Well, that and the fact that the argument you had with your boyfriend was over his jealousy of your friendship with Jeongin.

“What I know is that whatever the argument was about, it’s probably not worth you running away and ruining your relationship.” Jeongin sighs, signalling defeat with his rational response. If only he knew…

“It was about you.” His eyes go wide upon your confession. “I ran away becuase he wanted me to choose.”

Jeongin’s sure he goes through every emotion possible within a single second. The processing of your words, to anger at your boyfriend. There’s heartbreak for you at the thought of someone putting you in that position. Then a few more waves of emotions until he finally settles on hope. Hope that you could possibly - finally - share his feelings for you. Because you ran away and came to him. Because you have chosen… him?

“And what did you choose?” Jeongin finally makes eye contact with you, staring so deeply into your eyes. You take a step closer without so much as blinking. You’re so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“You Innie.”

#stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids oneshots #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #skz fluff #skz angst #skz x reader #skz oneshots #skz reactions #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop fanfiction

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blue--ingenue · 2 months

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Ominis Gaunt headcannons - {Pt. 3}

Author's Note: i'm back from the dead :) sorry for the extended hiatus! college is once again taking up all of my time, and my computational nuclear materials research is ramping up hehehe. i've been itching to write some Ominis fluff for awhile, and some lovely tags from @heyheyits-angel have inspired me to post for the first time in awhile :) hope you enjoy, and hopefully i'll see y'all in the next post in a few days!

at least one of the mermaids of the Black Lake fancies him. he often tucks into one of the plush armchairs near the windows looking into the lake with a book and steaming cup of Earl Grey. one of the mermaids is quite taken with his gentle demeanor and beautiful eyes, and a few students even swear she tries reading over his shoulder through the glass

Ominis never believes the students who try to alert him to this one-sided friendship. (he’s used to bullies trying to trick him into believing something they know he cannot see for himself). he finally believes them one day while he’s busy teasing a group of first-years. he tells them that a few hours of patient waiting may lead to an encounter when they suddenly gasp and exclaim that a mermaid is hovering near his shoulder on the other side of the glass

he’s about to open his mouth to tell them off when he hears tapping from the other side of the window

Sebastian teases him about his “secret admirer,” but Ominis, who hates the feeling of being watched, decides to curl up near the fireplace couches for the rest of term

extremely grumpy when he first wakes up. he takes great pride in his appearance, so he doesn’t want people seeing him before he’s finished putting himself together for the day

his tousled blonde hair is impossibly soft and falls over bleary eyes. his pajama pants are just a tad too long and pool slightly around his feet. his sleeves are also just a size too large, making his slender hands just barely visible from beneath the emerald silk

he has a major sweet tooth. growing up, his parents rarely afforded him candies and desserts. Noctua always snuck him a batch of biscuits or a few chocolate frogs when his parents weren’t looking

similar to potions, he isn’t particularly skilled at baking. the house elves prepared everything for him at his family’s estate, and his mother seldom spent time with him unless absolutely necessary, so he’s never learned

you discover this one day (before the start of your relationship) and insist on teaching him. the Room of Requirement senses your predicament and conjures up a grand kitchen, replete with every type of pan and ingredient you could hope for

he’s hesitant at first, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to spend time in your presence. at first he thinks he’ll be observing you bake, but once you start guiding him, he’s a goner. you ask if he feels comfortable with you guiding his hands and his response is an enthusiastic ‘yes.’ you place your hands over his, coaxing him to chop, mix, and whisk ingredients, and he’s grateful you’re behind him if only to hide how his face burns at the contact

the next recipe you try is one of Noctua’s, his favorite teatime biscuits, in fact, and he nearly cries as he takes the first perfect bite

you fall asleep in the Room of Requirement, nestled amidst a mountain of velvet cushions and downey blankets. a few crumbs on a nearby plate are the only evidence of your endeavor. two identical cups of tea sit cooling, untouched, as he drifts off to somewhere the nightmares can’t reach him for the first time in years

#ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #fluff #fluffy #angst #hurt/comfort #noctua gaunt

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twoelectrichearts · 3 months

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The way that Mike talks about El screams idolization to me. Do I think he loves her? Yes. I do think he cares about her. Do I think he’s IN love with her. No. If he actually was in love with her, I feel like he’d talk about traits and qualities of hers that he loves that are beyond just her powers. Like how Jonathan and Nancy explained why they love each other. They were actual meaningful traits and qualities. I don’t know what Mike loves about El beyond her powers.

This is literally the first thing that comes out of his mouth regarding El last season. Like, yes, that’s an amazing thing that she did, Mike. Can you also mention something else, though? What else do you like about her? What else do you admire about her?

It’s clear that Mike struggles with low self esteem and doesn’t view himself in a positive light. He doesn’t see his own self worth. To Mike, he’s unimportant. He’s a nobody. He’s nothing except a nerd, a loser, a freak who’s been bullied his entire life. He has El on this extremely high pedestal and feels like he can’t measure up to how incredible and amazing she is, because she’s a superhero. That’s what he continues to focus on. It’s not El’s fault that he feels this way either. She’s never talked about how amazing she is because she has powers. She’s never made it seem like she’s above anyone or better than anyone due to her powers. If anything, she’s talked about how she feels like a monster because she’s different. She feels like she doesn’t belong anywhere. She even voices that to Mike.

El cries to Mike, doubting that he loves her anymore because he never says it. He can’t even write it. And what does Mike tell her in response to that? Does he tell her that he loves her? It’d be the perfect time to say it if he does. She’s crying and could use some clarity and reassurance. But no, he doesn’t tell her that he loves her. Instead he tells her this. And of course brings up how she’s a superhero…

Even when he finally voices that he loves her, it falls flat to me and feels off. As the audience, we know that Mike’s initial reaction to finding El in the woods was not love at first sight. He wanted to get her back to wherever she came from and continue to search for Will. So yeah, that’s not true. Maybe he forgot what he was genuinely feeling in that moment? It’s either that or he’s knowingly lying to her. And then when he explains why he loves her… when we finally get to hear the reasons why…

BAM! Again… it all circles back to her being a superhero. He loves her for exactly who she is… a superhero who can fly and move mountains and… yeah… the momentum died when Mike brought up that. El’s reaction to that didn’t look positive either. I just felt so awkward and uncomfortable and confused watching this monologue. Seeing Will’s reaction and having him in frame didn’t help at all. Let’s not forget he basically had to push Mike to not stop and continue talking to El by reminding him that he was the heart. Why’d they choose to do that? All it did was make my heart break even more for Will. Especially after watching him give Mike the meaningful painting he made for him and the beautiful monologue where he disguised his feelings as El’s.

If they wanted me to root for M*leven, they could’ve easily had El say this to Mike. El loves Mike, right? She says that she loves him. I don’t exactly know why though. She’s never voiced why to Mike or to anyone else. I can’t solely blame Mike as the reason why I don’t ship M*leven when I don’t know why El is in love with Mike either. This could’ve been why, but no, the writers chose to not only make Will in love with Mike, but that he feels better for being different and loving him. All his life he was made to believe that he was a mistake for being different, but Mike makes him feel the complete opposite. He also mentions how El (he) is always going to need him. He says this to Mike, someone who wants and needs to be needed. You know what Will said meant the absolute world to Mike. It was exactly the kind of thing he needed to hear. How the hell do you top this?? Why would they choose to do this? Why make Will in love with Mike? Why make him have this type of love for Mike? The type of love Mike needs and wants? Why not have El feel this way about Mike and say this to him instead of Will? Throughout season 4 Mike and El just seemed to make each other feel bad and insecure pretty much the entire time. Not on purpose or knowingly, though. I don’t believe that they want or mean to make each other feel that way. They’re just not good for each other relationship wise. At least not from what I’ve seen so far. I have no idea how they’re gonna turn it around in the final season. Also, they’re just gonna throw away Will’s love for Mike? They used Will’s love for Mike to fix M*leven’s relationship then? And Will gets what? Nothing? No love for the gay character who’s unconditionally in love with his best friend? He should just be happy that his friends and family accept him for who he is? Because we know they will. That’s not going to be shocking. What would be shocking is if they didn’t. I don’t think that’s the type of twist the writers would want to do. That’d be beyond horrible. So yes, Will should just be happy and thankful that his family and friends don’t hate him for being gay. He doesn’t need love like everyone else. We don’t need to see the only gay character experience love and a relationship. Or maybe we will with some random, last second, half assed love interest. Oooo yay! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

#byler #will byers #noah schnapp #mike wheeler #finn wolfhard #stranger things #anti mileven

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arreuyas · 9 months

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emperor gojo has me SQUEALING !!! how do you think he’d react when he sees people play tricks on her and put up rude signs in front of her bc she’s blind 👀

Ohh this got me wondering a lot, anon!

Emperor!Gojo x Blind F!Reader

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• Gojo, at the time he first met you, would ignore whenever you were being insulted. At the beginning he gives two shits about you so yeah, he'd be a jerk.

• The emperor would even go as far as making fun of your condition with the women he slept with, and tell them that he was unlucky for being engaged to you. Satoru would complain a lot about you.

• If he got too annoyed in a bad day, he would act extremely childishly and cruelly, like pulling the chair before you sat so you'd fall. Yes, very petty.

But the Gojo after falling for you would act so much different.

• The moment someone bad mouthed or even slightly scoffed or glanced in a insulting way at you he would grit his teeth and frown, then glare at the person. Like, a 'you're dead' stare. Yet he wouldn't stop with just that, his title as a emperor could be damned - he already had a bad reputation, so he doesn't really care.

• He would trust some of the servants with you and approach the person, stomping and pointing a finger. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” He would insult the person either for their appearance or something else, calling them all names he could think of, and then he would ask a guard or a servant to jail them – and would get pissed off if he was given excuses as to why he can't just throw a person in prison like that. “He insulted the empress in front of the emperor- me. That's enough reason to be beheaded.” And then you would have to step in to calm him down before your husband went too far.

• After everything was back to normal, Gojo would follow you around like a puppy, asking for forgiveness for throwing a tantrum in public and embarrassing both of you even though he had a good reason. He would also get pissed off at himself when he remembered he used to make fun at you in the past, and would keep apologizing and trying to make you happy 'to make up for it.'

• At night you had already forgotten about the earlier occurrence, but Gojo did not. He seemed to have gotten more insulted at that random bully than you tbh. Satoru would hug you from behind in the bed, clinging tightly against you and nuzzling your neck. Then he would make sure that you knew that you're perfect by whispering sweet things against your ear. He would have his cheeks blushing as he says that your blindness only makes him love you more and more every day, Gojo is not used to being affectionate with anyone, you're the first woman to get the emperor wanting to be sweet and gentle.

• Then you would say that it wasn't that deep and that you were fine, but Satoru would reply against it, saying for you to not accept any disrespect and to value yourself more. Then he would encourage you to ask a servant to kill the bully if that ever happened again - to which you would chuckle, until you realize he was being serious by the silence. After that, you two would cuddle to sleep.

#gojo imagine #gojo satoru imagine #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #fluff

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fuckmyskywalker · 10 months

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🏹 " "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

For Anakin 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin is mean. He is kind of toxic and he is such a bastard in this one sorry, I was in a mood for mean!Anakin. PiV, dirty talk, choking, (kind of?) exhibitionism. Minors DNI 🫶🏻��

– A/N: Hope you like it Anon ;).

Crawling back to his touch is always a bad thing, but it feels so good it drowns all the guilt and remorse. Anakin knows your body like the back of his hand, biting, kissing and thrusting in all the right places.

His love is addictive, as much as it is toxic. His tongue knows the patterns below your ear all the way to your chest that make you moan and buckle your hips, asking him for more, begging him to stay one more night, which always ends up being ten more nights. Anakin is a drug, a drug with tanned skin and blue eyes, a drug no one warned you about.

The meditation room used to be your sanctuary. A place to hide from the exterior, from the cruel world that threatened your sanity— Until Anakin managed to corrupt the only good thing you had left. It was one of his favorite places to bend you over and take you, claim you as his property and use your weak mind as a form to boost his ego and narcissistic self esteem. Why? Because it had all the privacy he needed to break you down and see the pieces he loved to pick up, build, and break again.

His hand kept your face against the soft meditation mattresses, while the other guided his hard length between your wet folds, slowly sliding it inside you. Anakin groans quietly, panting and smirking wickedly, completely aware of the effect he has on you; Always giving you just enough to keep you coming for more.

"Good girl, I like you more when you don't put up a fight" Anakin whispers, caressing your lower back with his flesh hand, sending electric waves straight to your core. He is so sweet when he wants to. "So pretty... see? This is what you were made for, to please me, to be mine."

His hips pull back, keeping a steady pace. Normally he is rough and relentless, but apparently today he was feeling generous. "Say it."

Anakin, just like he was outside the bedroom, is extremely talkative, he never fucking keeps his mouth shut. He doesn't know the meaning of the word: Silence.

"Say what?" You ask breathlessly, closing your eyes and arching your back, your own hips pressing backwards to meet his thrusts.

"Say you are mine." Anakin says as if you were stupid, rolling his eyes. "Don't act fool, we are having a nice moment."

"Are we?" You snap back, acting like you weren't rutting for him.

Your lack of cooperation infuriates him, he's so generous to give you the fuck of your life and that's how you pay him? With a different mindset, he removes his hand from your head to wrap it around the nape of your neck. Without warning, without consideration, without any self restraint, Anakin chokes you as he relentlessly pounds you, forcing your ass in the air by sneaking his arm around your stomach. The duality of a man: Anakin can either praise you or break you. Either way, you end up with a world-shattering orgasm.

The position looks and feels uncomfortable. Your body, flexible enough thanks to years of training, is having a hard time keeping up with this type of treatment. There's no doubt your back will be sore the next day, and the next one, and on and on, until he manages to trap you again and have his way with you.

On the bright side, the position allows him to hit that perfect spot effortlessly, over and over until you no longer feel the pain, only the pleasure. His large cock has the illusion to be reaching your intestines, rearranging them and bullying your poor, swollen pussy to its shape, length and girth.

Your moans increase in volume, to the point that you are almost screaming, and sure, the meditation rooms are constructed especially to muffle noise from the outside, from the inside... it may not be as effective. Your sweet, loud voice bounces against the tall, cream walls just like the soft suple flesh of your ass bounces against Anakin's thighs, smearing all the mixed slick between your bodies. The wet slapping is music to Anakin's ears, but it's similar to a fork against a plate for you; it is a constant reminder that Anakin ruined you, he ruined sex for you because no one will ever make you feel like this, no one will ever be able to fill you up just like Anakin makerdamned Skywalker does.

He seems to notice how much you are enjoying it, but as much as he prefers to make you scream until your throat is raw and worn, he knows outsiders might not be as fond— Plus, despite not having a committed relationship with you, Anakin feels entitlement over you.

And, if we are being honest, you belong to him as much as he belongs to you.

Bending over you, with his animalistic grin and manly groans, he hotly says against your sweaty face, with his hand still squeezing your neck so tight but not too tight that your vision begins to blur. "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

Perhaps he is being too harsh on you, but that has always been your dynamic, right? A part of him feels guilty, a hint of remorse for treating you this way, you are such a beautiful, wonderful strong person, so why can't he give you that?

As quick as the thought comes, it goes. The clenching of your sopping cunt around him washes the guilt away. You love it, you could've said no, and yet you didn't. You try to shake your head as a reply, but it hurts to even move your shoulders so you just mewl pathetically as a response, drawing a smile on Anakin's lips.

His release comes without a warning, just like it always does. He fills you up just right and the overflowing feeling is hot, warm and it brings you that world-shattering orgasm I mentioned before. And maybe Anakin has grown a soft spot for you after long nights of fucking, but he continues pushing his body to a brink of overstimulation so he can make you come.

You do, you reach that desired point so quickly it completely crashes your brain and turns it into mush. Anakin shows some vulnerability and moans softly as he strokes your hip with his hand, the touch feels intimate, almost lovingly.

But of course it doesn't last long.

The second Anakin slides his softening dick out of you with a wet sound, you fall over the mattress with a quiet huff. Breathlessly, you manage to stare at him from below, panting and unable to mutter a single word. He stands up, picking up his cloak from the floor throwing it to you, before walking away of the meditation room.

"Clean yourself up, you can keep the cloak."

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker fanfiction #mean!anakin #mean!anakin skywalker

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arashrita · 5 months

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Hello!

I was wondering if you would do a request the Dorm-Leaders (plus Grim if you could) reacting to Yuu having the magic of an Empathic Healer, which is a healer that takes the person's wounds and transfer them to Yuu's own body. Futhermore, Yuu hates any sense of violence and goes out of their ways to heal the person in pain, not thinking about the strain it would put their body in.

Thank you!

A/N: This is a very new concept for me. I will try. Also, I made the reader female here. Thank you for requesting! Have a good day/afternoon/night! 💜💜💜

Riddle: It's not uncommon for the Adeuce duo to cause trouble and they often get injured because of that. So, once again they pissed off Riddle which caused him to blow up. But, before he can collar them, they started running, causing Riddle to run after them. That ended up Ace and Deuce falling over a rose bush and getting nasty gashes. News reached your ears eventually and you being you decided to make their pain yours instead. Riddle didn't like that, not at all. Why should you suffer because of those troublemakers? One part of him was furious and the other part of him was awestruck. He thinks you are an angel in disguise. Sure, a bit stupid and reckless but nonetheless a very pure soul.

Leona: Okay yeah, spelldrive is not something for weak ass people. People get hurt left and right here. He didn't take it nicely when you took it upon yourself to cure their injuries. For the sevens' sake, (Y/N), they are random strangers! Not to mention many of taunted or threatened you in the past. They sure as hell don't deserve your kindness. You are so stupid, (Y/N). Let them suffer. Why waste your life after some brats? Deep down, he is proud. You sure will be the perfect queen of the Sunset Savannah, won't you? (No, he didn't say that, you misheard him herbivore.)

Azul: Now, Octavinelle guys don't really get injured. The thing is that it was Azul himself who got hurt during one of those idiotic flying classes. Sure, he went to the nurse and all but human medicines take a long time to work on him. That's why you took it upon yourself. You couldn't see the boy suffering. To be honest, Azul is flabbergasted. He just isn't used that much kindness. Ironically, his first thought was that maybe you want to make a deal, but his thoughts were crushed soon enough. He is grateful, proud, super happy and worried for you. Don't worry, (Y/N), he will come up with something that will ease your pain soon enough.

Kalim: Just like Riddle he thinks you are an angel. Kalim is a happy soul. He wanted to play trust fall with Jamil. But, Jamil was a second too late to catch up, which made the other boy fall and hurt his back badly. Now, Kalim is the last one you want to see in pain. So, you healed him. Kalim is extremely grateful of course. But, he isn't pleased that you are taking the fall. He feels really guilty. But no need to worry! This time, he will save his knight in shining armor!

Vil: It's hard to say how he got such cuts. He suspected that it happened during one of his modeling shows. It wasn't anything serious. But, a cut on his face made him wanna scream and throw things. He was upset and you hated seeing him upset. So, you did what you had to do. He is shocked, horrified even. Why?! Why would you ruin your pretty face like that?! Yes, okay, he is extremely thankful, but he is absolutely not happy with what happened to you. He will definitely brew up a special potion just for you.

Idia: Now, you may think the Ignihyde guys don't get hurt much. But, they do! They are always experimenting or building new things, so these guys get injured often too. Just nobody is very aware of that because they don't come out of their dorms often. But, it's not only that. When they actually go out, they get bullied. Even if they try to threaten the bullies in order to get away, they still get injured pretty bad.

"Idia, I told you that you should teach these guys some basic defense tricks or something."

"Yeah, sure (Y/N) nobody takes them seriously. Today they tried to threaten the bullies."

"And?"

"They thought these guys are tech support."

More or less, Idia thinks you are pretty cool for a normie. But, what you do? Yeah no, thank you very much. Even if he had that kind of magic he would never do what you are doing. He thinks you are too kind for your own good and he KNOWS people easily take advantage of you because of that. Yes, you are cool and kind but, he thinks he thinks sometimes you should think about yourself too.

Malleus: You don't know how grateful he is when you healed Silver and Sebek after they got injured. But, that's that. The very second he was worried sick for you. He couldn't bear seeing you in pain. Child of man, you are noble, you are an angel for what you did but it breaks his heart to see you in such condition. You have his respect, (Y/N). To him, you are no less than a goddess.

EXTRA

Grim: He is very proud of you, hench-human. When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, he thought you will be a burden. But, after spending months with you, he finally understood your worth. Now, you have his respect and adoration.

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warnings: cursing, slight bullying, degradation(reader degrades herself), and smoking..i think that’s it if there’s anything else lmkk

a/n: this is a long one um if you see any errors don’t be afraid to lemme know!! the needing is super rushed btw i just wanted to get this over with and i didn’t want to make ppl wait more than two days anywho i hope u guys enjoy!!

paring: fem!reader x modernau!sam monroe.

i woke up around 7:30..five more minutes wouldn’t hurt right. five minutes turned into 30 minutes. i checked my phone and it was “eight o’clock?!” i whisper-screamed. i only had thirty minutes to get ready.

i quickly got up and practically ran to my bathroom and began brushing my teeth. as i was brushing my teeth i thought to myself would i have time to shower? probably not so i’ll just shower when i get home makes more sense right? since im going to sam’s thing tonight. ugh sam the love of my lif- oh my god what am i thinking about right now i need to hurry up and get ready.

i did my skincare routine as quickly as i could. then i started debating if i should put on makeup or not. no. it was already what eight fifteen i had checked my phone. yeah no, i need to go get dressed, and that's exactly what i did. once i reached my room and opened my closet i threw on any shirt and skirt i could find and with that, i headed downstairs to my surprise, my mom had baked cinnamon rolls.

if there was one thing my mom was good at it was baking. let me tell you this. that woman is one hell of a baker. almost makes me wonder why she didn’t pursue a baking career. oh wait..she had me. my whole life she told me i was a mistake and that if she never got knocked up by my “deadbeat dad” her words not mine she would’ve become a baker. i think my dad is the only person that cared for me. i wonder what time my mom woke up in the morning to make these. it pained me to think that i was going to be the one to clean up this cinnamon mess. my mom never cleans up after herself. i cannot talk. have you seen my room it’s self-explanatory. were these cinnamon rolls even for me? oh well, it’s whatever. who makes cinnamon rolls and expects someone not to eat them.

i walked around the counter and grabbed a paper towel and then used my fingers to grab one cinnamon roll took a bite and then i headed straight for the door. as soon as i shut the door about to lock it then i realized i had forgotten my fucking backpack. i ran back inside at the speed of light. quickly going upstairs back into my room and grabbing my backpack then sprinting back downstairs towards the front door. i then shut it and began my walk to school as i walked to school i had already finished my cinnamon roll.

i checked my phone and it was eight twenty. thank god i wasn't late. the second i stepped into school i saw her. marie. she was the perfect girl ever. with her hair in two cute pigtails while mines looks like i just got electrocuted because i had forgot to brush it this morning. she was walking around with her perfect friends. her perfect body. her perfect everything. she probably has both of her parents in her life who loved her dearly..oh who am i kidding she definitely has both parents in her life.

she was rich and pretty everything that i wasn’t. she probably has so much ahead of her while i had nothing ahead of me. i snapped back to reality once i realized marie and her friends were walking towards me. why..why!! out of all the days they walk up to me on this day. i had no makeup on and my hair wasn’t even brushed. i desperately removed my backpack off of my back and searched my bag for a brush. of course i didn’t have one just my luck.

marie and her friends reached me rather quickly.

“what’s going with your hair y/n? it looks like a birds nest.” marie snicked and her minions laughed as well

“i uh didnt have anytime to brush it this morning.” i paused “i was in a rush” my lips pursed

“like your dad was rushing to leave your mom” marie said as she laughed extremely loud

“what” i muttered. that was the only thing i was able to get out of my mouth

“you heard me. you’re going to end up just like your mom or even your dad. don’t go walking past any gun store who knows what you might do” she paused then laughed and continued “maybe you’ll finally kill yourself and go join your dad..everyone wants you to” marie barked as she and her goons walked away

it was no secret that my dad had killed himself. why? we don’t know well i don’t know yet when he died he wrote a note and i had begged my mom to let me read it because i wanted to know what his last words were. maybe he had said something about me but i’ll never know because my mom refuses to let me read it.

after marie said..what she had said i sat down by a tree. i felt like crying because the tears had already started to brew that was until sam walked up to me and sat right beside me.

“what’d marie want” he asked

“nothing” i said as my voice cracked a bit

sam looked at me like he was looking for something.

“something…you look like you’re about to cry y/n are you okay??” sam said softly

“yes, sam im fine. i promise you i am” i answered

“okay..” he said hesitatingly

a small silence engulfed us before sam reached into his bag.

“i have something for you” sam announced

“oh yeah? what is it” i answered

“i want you to wear it tonight to the concert” sam said softly

sam pulled out a small pin and handed it to me.

i gave the pin a closer inspection and upon looking at it up close it said “I ❤️ SAM MONROE” i laughed after reading and looked up at him. he had never looked at me like this before. well, maybe it’s because all the other times he’s looked at me they were just glances.

“i would love to wear this but it’s going to ruin my outfit..then i won’t look good.” i pouted

sam slowly got up and moved his head side to side as he started laughing.

“you look good in anything baby,” sam said calmly as he began to walk off but then turned back around

“oh also i don’t what you did today but you look beautiful” and with that the love of my lif- sam had walked away.

did he just call me beautiful? i was star-struck. wait am i not beautiful and every day..uh rude? he also called me baby! i came right then and there. as i sat there daydreaming about sam the bell rang twice already meaning it was time to go to class. i quickly got up and hauled my ass to the first class of the day.

my first class was english and it was excruciating. i looked at the clock it was currently eight forty. cool. i slowly closed my eyes and then by the time i woke back up school was over. guess i sleep through pretty much all of my classes. as i headed for the school entrance to walk back home someone had called my name. i paused and looked back to see who it was. it was sam. i started grinning as he ran towards me.

“you’re still coming tonight right?” he asked

“yea” i replied

“do u still have the flier?” questioned

“ ‘mmm…” i begun. i definitely had the flier somewhere in my room but, what if he had asked for my number or something to send me the address.

“ ‘mmm it’s probably in my bag somewhere” i answered.

“well, just in case it isn’t here’s my number..text me if you don’t find the flier and need the address” he said as he handed me a small paper with his phone number on it.

called it!!! i gladly took the small paper and smiled at him.

“will do.” i said with the biggest smile on my face and with he walked away. he so likes me well im not one hundred percent sure yet but that’s definitely a sign.

as i opened my front door and made my way into the kitchen the cinnamon mess my mom had made was gone. i walked around the kitchen and it was squeaky clean.

“hi” my mom greeted

i jumped and turned out to see my mom who was home. she usually doesn’t get home until seven o’clock.

“geez mom they should really put a bell on you” i said as i slightly chuckled “um what’re doing home so early” i asked

“well i came home early and wanted to know if you wanted to have a mommy and daughter day but at night” my mom announced

“oh mom i would love to hang out with you today but im going to my friend thing tonight,” i said “ speaking of my friends thing can i go?” i asked

the second those words left my mouth i swear steam start to come out of my mom's ears.

“i always try to do nice things for you and yet you still treat me like this” my mom barked “god i wish you were never born” she exclaimed and with that she walked upstairs stomping her feet like she was five then her stomping came to a stop.

“and if you even think you’re still going to friends thing tonight you can forget you ungrateful little shit” my mom exclaimed.

i was most definitely still going to sam’s going tonight whether she allowed me to go or not i was just letting her know. i sighed and ran my hand through my hair. once i heard her room door closed i made my way upstairs and towards my room as i walked towards my room and opened the door i pulled out the small paper sam had handed me with his phone number on it. then i pulled out my phone and typed his number into my phone and saving his contact under the name sam.

hey

is this sam

yea

hey y/n

hii

so what time is ur gig

it’s at 8pm

at the grizzly bar

okay cool

are u coming

yea

sweett

are u going to wear the pin i gave you

i would

but i wouldn’t want it to ruin my outfit yk 😬

you’ll wear it

and what are u gonna do if i don’t

you’ll see

im soo scared rn

shaking in my boots rn sam

kys.

i’ll see u soonn

read at 7:02pm

i turned my phone off after seeing that he had left me on read and walked over to my closet pulling out an outfit i was going wear i ended up pulling out a light wash denim mini skirt and a black satin long sleeved blouse with a pair of black high heeled boots. i layes thé outfit down and walked over to my bathroom to go shower.

once i showered i wrapped myself in my towel and began to do my makeup once i was done with my makeup i walked over to my room to go get dressed. once i was done getting dressed i walked back into my bathroom and curled my hair. i looked hot i thought. i slowly walked back into my room and grabbed a small black purse and crept down the hall pass my moms room and down the stairs. i checked my phone it was seven fifty. i should probably start walking so i pulled my the grizzly bar on my phone and it was only a five minute walk. thank god if it was any longer than that i don’t what i’d do.

so i walked out of my house put on my gps and began walking. after about five minutes of walking i was finally there and the line was that long so i waited and a big burley guy gave me a stamp on my hand and then told me to enjoy the show. once i walked in it reeked of weed. i checked phone and it was seven fifty eight. oh good the show was about to start. i was getting kind of lonely standing by myself so i started looking around for someone i knew and then i saw marie and her friends.

what is she doing here. she probably doesn’t even like rock music. i mean i dont either but- oh who cares what is she doing here. did sam invite her. no he couldn’t have i mean i had heard rumors about them dating but i wasn’t sure if they were true because she doesn’t seem like sam’s type. am i even sam’s type? before i could finish my thought the lights dimmed i checked my phone and it was eight o’clock it was starting.

sam starting singing his voice cuts through each line like shattered glass, raw and captivating. sam had such a beautiful voice. even though i didn’t really like rock music i felt every single word that came out of his mouth.

the first song the band played was so intense, really makes me think why people like rock music as i was thinking about this sam finally locked eyes with me across the sea of faces. it’s like he was looking for me but then he quickly looked away. i was pouting for a few seconds then realized if he made eye contact with me whole time it would just be weird.

finally, the band had played their final song and sam takes his bow to wild cheers and whistles. i had finally allowed myself to breathe and as people were leaving the small bar. sam had hopped off of the stage to look for me or so i hope. as i was looking for sam i bumped into someone as i turned around to quickly apologize i realized i had bumped into sam.

“hey gorgeous. come here often?” sam drawls with a wry smirk, snuffing out his smoke against the wall without a care. i laughed. “only when you’re playing rockstar”

“missed me, baby?” he rumbles lowly, leaning down to bury his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. i sighed threading fingers through inky hair matted with sweat to hold him close. “you know i did.”

i don’t know what had possessed me to flirt back with him but im kind of glad i did. i bet from far it probably looked like we’re dating. i pulled away from the embrace first to get a good look at him. he looked so pretty. i swear if men could get pregnant i would get him pregnant so fast.

“hey, you wore it” sam said pointing to the pin he had gave me earlier today.

i looked down at my chest and smiled. “yeah i did”

“it looks good on you. i told you” sam said in a sing songy tone while dragging the u out

i giggled and then shyly said thanks

“do you wanna go somewhere” he asked

“don’t you have to clean up” i retorted as i pointed behind him. he turned around and saw his bandmate picking up and putting the equipment away.

“ ‘mmm they should be fine” he rejoiced as he said that my mom had texted me.

Where are you.

in my room

i didn’t know if my mom was home or not so i might as well test my luck.

No, You’re not

I just checked your room and you’re not in there

So Im going to ask you again

Where are you

i hesitated before typing so i decided to turn off my phone shoved it in my pocket and looked back up at sam.

“everything alright?” he asked

“uhh yea but uh i can't hang out with you today..my moms mad at me so i should probably get home” i said with a slight smile

“oh okay” sam said with a hint of sadness in his tone

“but we can definitely hang out tomorrow” i cheered

“yeah?” he questioned

“yeah” i said as i pulled him in for a hug. “okay i better get going now or else my ass is grass”

he laughed and said okay and with that i walked away as i was out of his sight and away from the bar i ran like my life depended on it. i was so fucked.

#angst #hayden christensen #sam monroe #rockstar boyfriend #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #stay tuned

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navarice · 1 year

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my dearest fellow mdzs stans, i really don't want to spoil anyone's fun but sometimes some things must be said. please do NOT mistake fanon characteristics for canon characteristics because by GOD is it frustrating to dissect a character when all anyone wants to do is blindly turn away from the very vivid and metastasizing flaws.

jiang cheng is an extremely complicated character, and that's why we love him. but by god, he is a jealous, self-victimizing asshole with a massive inferiority complex who likes to torture (probably) innocent look-a-likes of his (as far as he knew) dead adjacent family member. jesus christ this isn't some simple case of miscommunication (well it is but, you know no amount of communication will ever mend the giant chasm that developed between them. especially not with asians raised within the most classical case of asian parenting, i mean come on now) but a matter of deep and intense self-loathing developed since early childhood projecting violently outwards. let me be clear. he hates wei wuxian. he loathes him. he wants to kill him with his own hands again and again so some part of his convoluted sense of justice and superiority will be fulfilled. he's a classist, a bully, and abusive to everyone around him. ong at the end of mdzs, i was nearly crying tears of joy when jin guangyao flayed him flat on his ass bc that man needed to hear it. he needed to feel it. he needed to stop blaming others and blame himself.

and!! he's homophobic!! the entire cultivation world is, yes, but he's the only one we see give wei ying and lan zhan active shit for it!!

point is...his complexity makes him interesting. as a child, he was pretty alright tbh. he was understandably upset when three of his dogs got taken away and he saw his dad give a completely random kid such a gentle hug when jiang cheng never received one so far. he was a kid, and it was sad and helped the readers get a glimpse at the already dysfunctional family dynamics before wei ying came into the picture. as an adolescent/teen, yes he had a lot of unresolved rage and inferiority issues building up when he was constantly being compared to wei wuxian by his mother and not given enough reassurance from his father (once again, all present before wei ying...everyone just likes to dump the shit on him bc it's easier to point fingers at others than at yourself). perhaps he could have turned out differently if literally either of his parents stepped up and took accountability. however, after the burning of lotus pier? after the golden core transfer? after wei ying stuck around as his subordinate just as he promised, and protected jiang cheng like he promised, and defected just to save the yunmeng clan's reputation so jiang cheng doesn't have to put up with the other clan's shit, still continuing to keep his promise? after wei ying's death? idk abt y'all, but all bets are off bro.

mxtx makes it a point to make him so irredeemable. he's an exploration of what can go wrong if you let your traumas, self-hatred, and revenge fantasies blind you. he has the worst traits of his parents for a reason, directly contrasting with the other sibling, who is a perfect picture of eldest daughters born into a dysfunctional family. jiang yanli has the best traits of her parents (in terms of compassion and standing up for her family), but the family dynamics also made her the way she was. the responsible, the mediator, the occasional mother, stepping in where madam yu cannot.

there's just so much potential to hold him accountable buried under the pretense of misunderstandings and kinnie moments. he just had so many chances, more than any other character, to make a different choice. to actually look past his misgivings and unlearn the bad habits he used to protect himself as a child. i'm not saying he has to magically heal from all his traumas, but at the very least know not to be like his parents. but he wasn't written that way. because that is what happens when you give into your insecurities and generational trauma.

bottom line: jiang cheng is a fantastic archetype that needs to be explored in all his authenticity, including his moments of loyalty and cruelty.

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killersbasement · 2 years

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random romantic slasher headcanons

i'm basically just writing this out of boredom i haven't posted my writing in several years plz forgive me (also i'm still getting used to writing for the slashy boys so GOD FORGIVE ME if i get them wrong)

characters included : micheal myers, jason voorhees, "bubba" sawyer, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, billy lenz

warnings : none

micheal myers

very stoic, and also quite bad at showing affection

its kind of difficult for him to show love/be vulnerable since he's not used it so plz be patient with him

once he gets more comfortable with you being around he might get better at being affectionate towards you and showing his appreciation

in the beginning though he definitely makes it tough for you to be patient LMAO

i swear he's trying but you're gonna have to initiate most things

jason voorhees

also pretty stoic, but more out of shyness than anything

he wants to show affection, he really does, but he's nervous and not sure what he's doing and you're gonna have to initiate stuff with him a lot too

after a while he gets more comfortable with what he's doing and will start initiating things with you so you don't have to

but gets pretty nervous when you try to start new things (especially of the promiscuous sort) so ease him into stuff

overall a very decent boyfriend! he's definitely trying and will protect you as best he can

bubba sawyer

despite, yk, he's actually quite the gentle soul

you're surprised to find out he's very considerate!

you'd think he's just like a crazed chainsaw wielding madman but come to find out he's actually quite quiet and reserved, especially compared to his family (still pretty crazed though not gonna lie)

is, in many ways, a large teddy bear

also he's gonna treat you like his small teddy bear, so the feeling is mutual

like many of the slashers, takes a bit to come out of his shell but once he does he is very affectionate

also his brothers are gonna be all over you, not in a romantic way but they're gonna ask you a lot of questions

thomas hewitt

despite looking, in every sense of the word, intimidating, he is also a sweetheart at the core!

and similar to bubba his family is gonna accept you as one of their own almost immediately

if anyone threatens, bullies, or otherwise mistreats you they're gonna have a rough go of things

latches onto you when you start being affectionate towards him, not his fault he's kinda touch-starved (and just affection starved in general)

also pretty tense at the beginning because he's scared of messing something up and scaring you off but if you reassure him enough he'll start getting more comfortable

brahms heelshire

my guy is SO TOUCH-STARVED it's not even funny

god forbid you accept him once he comes out of the walls cuz he's gonna be all over you

in a perfect world you spend all day every day just holding him

unfortunately, he does have to accept you both have things to do

he's gonna loosen up on the schedule a little bit to allow more time for you guys to spend together, just laying in bed or on the couch

sometimes will hide the doll in the walls so that you have to pay more attention to real brahms

besides, what does a chunk of porcelain have that he doesn't?

don't expect to be leaving the house anytime soon btw

billy lenz

similarly, extremely touch-starved

and since he doesn't have a schedule and spends basically his entire day in a dark attic, he doesn't see a problem with just sitting in bed with you 24/7

you're gonna have to pry him off you cuz his grip is like iron

will eventually relent on his own if you promise you'll cook something for him

will occasionally bring you random stuff he finds in the attic as if it's brand new, though sometimes he finds some interesting stuff up there you forgot about

likes staying in your room but will go back up to his attic if he's feeling especially vulnerable or upset

#micheal myers #jason voorhees #billy lenz #brahms heelshire #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #slashers #micheal myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #headcanon

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