#both of them faking on being Normal Students

[vesselreborn]

It was hard to shake off the urge to just run and disappear into the darkness, it was instinct to hold such a distrust at first. However, she managed to set herself at ease. The other didn't seem unpleasant, but more so confused. Maybe she's a student? Perhaps it was best to play as a student herself. A hand placed itself atop her guide's head, "Miyako... You can call me Miyako, and this is Kereb."

Come to think of it, where did she even come from? They've been wandering around this building for a while, how did they not notice her? Maybe she was already here before them. The building looked to be pretty old and unkept, it wasn't unusual for there to be more than one place of entrance.

"You're here exploring too? It's a pretty big place, right?"

The school itself hadn't used to be so grand. Most of the original building from sixty years ago remained intact, with many others built around it to conceal its existence. While the old grounds were claimed forbidden over growing concern of its structural integrity, the labyrinth of dark hallways and empty classrooms gave rise to several rumors of suspicious or paranormal activity. Most students gave the old school building a wide berth, yet there were always the few that were curious enough to explore.

Yuuko assumed that this was one such student. With only the dim light of the dying day illuminating the hall through slotted windows, she followed the girl in the shadow just a few paces behind. The sight of a dog made her smile, eager to sink her fingers into his fur. But the girl stopped and Yuuko started as she turned to look straight in her direction.

"I, um..." Blinking, she quickly glanced over her shoulder to check for anyone else she could be referring to. Clearing her throat, she smoothed her hands over her long skirt. It would be better to behave like another classmate, ignoring the curiosity of how she looked to this person. "I'm Kanoe Yuuko. And you are...?"

[myfictionaldreams]

so glad you’re back! happy new year!! please could you write poly!marauders where reader is feeling clingy and needy in the evening? like she’s just melting into the boys, wearing their clothes and they love every second if it.

Not Today, Please. // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: Why is it fair that every month, you have to experience agony for multiple days at a time? The boys hate seeing you suffer with your period and take it upon yourself to try and make you as comfortable as possible.

Requested by: I've mixed together a request from this lovely anon & @f1ct1onallove. Thank you both for your requests!

Tags: 18+ readers only, minimal smut, fluff, domestic bliss, menstruation, magical orgasm, comfort, kissing/cuddling, overall just cuteness

Words: 2.9k

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It was an off day. It was normal. Everyone experienced them from time to time.

Today. You felt like complete and utter shit.

There wasn’t a major catastrophe that had happened for your day to be going this negatively, a surprising thought considering that you’re attending Hogwarts, which seemed to be renowned for its trouble occasionally. To be truthful, you were experiencing a mundane situation.

You’d started your period the day before. It was a typical event for those with a uterus. However, it was your second day of ‘hell’, which was usually your worst.

Agonising pain stemming from your abdomen, creeping to the muscles down your thighs, followed up nausea and exhaustion, irritability, and hunger that never seemed to fade, no matter the amount of food scoffed. Not to mention the absolute chaos from the blood that was lost that left you feeling in a constant state of dirty and ill.

Yet, despite all of this, life was expected to continue. Unfortunately, this included attending lessons, sitting in uncomfortable desks and chairs, and walking from one end of the immense castle to the next with minimal time to stop for breaks and lunch.

Sometimes, you cursed the fact that you were born with a uterus, and then the second you ceased bleeding, you were back to normal, but those few days were the pure definition of Hell.

One small detail to note was that, of course, you attend the hospital wing and have Madam Pomfrey create a concoction to aid with all of your symptoms. However, after attempting this multiple times, the only potion strong enough to work made you feel zoned out, disorientated and useless for the rest of the day. It was great before bed, but it did not mix well with tasks on a day-to-day basis.

This all leads to your current predicament of standing in a hidden corridor in the castle. Only a single lamp illuminated the cobweb-ridden walls. Not that you were paying attention to this, as your eyes were firmly shit. All you were concentrating on was controlling your breathing as another wave of pain flared in your abdomen.

Swaying on the spot, your fingers pressed firmly into the area that hurt, hoping to massage the ache away, but the way that your nose began to tingle with the threat of the tears building behind your closed eyes, nothing seemed to be helping.

One more lesson, that was all you had left for the day. Charms with Professor Flitwick and being the model student, it would be noted if you decided to skip. Instead, you chose to take these last few minutes before class to try and cope with the pain before sitting for the next hour in the same seat.

Another cramp ached through your lower body, causing your knees to tremble as you tried to do anything but fall to the floor.

A shuffle from the far end of the corridor had your pulse racing and nose sniffing as you tried to control your emotions, forcing the fake mask into place before anyone saw it.

Leaning away from the wall you were facing, you turned and immediately bumped face-first into a firm chest. The calming cedarwood scent notified you whose arms surrounded your back, a hand cradling your head soothingly as small circles were drawn on your lower back.

“I need to get better at this hide-and-seek game”, you try and joke as you tightly grip the back of his sweater, breathing him in entirely as the top of his head rests on yours.

Remus’ chest vibrates as he laughs under his breath, holding you tighter. “Maybe we should pick a better game, considering I have a little help in my back pocket”. Frowning, your fingers slip lower until they’re cupping his arse, half groping, half feeling for what he was referring to until you feel the parchment paper.

“That’s cheating using the Marauders Map to find me”, you muse whilst tilting your face up to look up at him. Remus always towered over you; even when you decided to dress up in heels, he continued to be the tallest in the room. Remus’ kind green eyes softened as he looked down at you, the hand cupping the back of your head and sliding to hold the side of your face.

“I’m worried about you”, he admits, cutting right to the chase. “I know you’re in pain, and I hate that you feel like you have to hide it”. You couldn’t help but sigh, knowing there was nothing that you could hide from either of your boyfriends.

“It’s not that I’m trying to hide anything; I just needed a minute to compose myself before class. Speaking of which, we are going to be late- Ah”, the gasp of pain is slipping out before you’re able to clamp your mouth shut. Resting your head against his chest, he holds you close whilst you wait for the pain to ease.

“Sorry, it’s easing slightly now. We can carry on,” you explain, pulling away from him to take his hand with the intention of continuing to class.

However, you’re pulled back as your boyfriend stands still, looking at you with a positive twink in his eyes that had you both weary and intrigued. “Firstly, never apologise for being in pain. Secondly, the class has been cancelled; that’s another reason why I’ve come to find you.”

“Class is never cancelled, what’s happened?”

Remus finally begins to move, only stepping toe to toe with you. “Something about Flitwick being unwell. I’m not sure, but we have other plans now”.

You aren’t sure whether to be buzzing with relief that you are expected to go to your last class of the day or be concerned with the plans Remus and the others have. The Gryffindor parties that your boyfriends and friends put on were infamous throughout the castle for how wild they were, but today, all you wanted to do was rot in bed with some chocolate and preferably your boyfriends wrapped around you.

Remus sensed your trepidation and lifted his free hand to tip your chin towards him, “Don’t look so worried. I promise you’ll like it. Come on”.

Reluctantly, you follow with one arm wrapped around your abdomen as Remus holds firmly onto your hands, and your thumb absentmindedly rubs over the thin silver scars on the back of his hands. It didn’t take long before you realised the area of the destination was the Room of Requirement. The longer you walked, the more you found yourself leaning into him, savouring his warm and firm grip on your hand until you were aware of how needy you appeared. Still, Remus didn’t seem to mind and occasionally leaned down to kiss the top of your head affectionally. 

As the two of you approached the room of requirement, you paused and said, “Wait, I’m not sure I want to go to a party tonight, Remus. Could we please go back to the common room? Or could I just go and wait for you guys in bed?”

Remus gives you a reassuring smile, pulling the two of you along the corridor before stopping by a door as it materialises in the wall. “I promise you’ll love this”.

Still filled with uncertainty and expecting loud music and shouting from a crowd, you’re pleasantly surprised when you’re welcomed into the most comfortable-looking room you’ve ever seen. Jazz played at a quiet volume from somewhere in the corner, and a raging fire thoroughly warmed the room covered in pillows, blankets, armchairs, and stools.

Your jaw hung open as you admired every inch of the room, your eyes lingering on the ceiling as you admired, “Is the ceiling made of glass?” As you stared at the sky, your eyes widened, a beautiful orange and red hue like a sunset.

“Not quite”, James began as he appeared from under a pile of purple fluffy blankets, his cheeks blushed with rose and lips plump as Sirius sat up too, looking just as dishevelled. “It’s the same spell used in the Great Hall; it just reflects the sky outside”.

“It’s beautiful”, you muse, stepping further into the room and releasing Remus’ hand as he shuts the door behind you. “Who did this? That’s pretty advanced magic - Ah!” You squeal in surprise as you’re taken off your feet and spun around on the spot.

“Merlin, be careful with her prongs!” You hear Sirius chastise as he, too, approaches, but you don’t mind James’ antics as you cling to the excitable man, breathing him in.

“I’ve noticed something; I find it funny that even though Sirius’ animagus is the dog, and yet James is the one who acts like an excitable Puppy”, Remus points out whilst slinging an arm around Sirius’ shoulder.

“Hey-!” James begins as he carefully places you back on the floor and turns to his boyfriend to reprimand him. However, he is cut off as Sirius steps forward, gripping his cheeks together until James’ lips purse out so he can kiss them quickly.

“Aw, my little puppy”, Sirius jests before repeating the kissing action with you with a more tender, gentle touch, and you lean into it desperately. “Welcome to your wonderful evening of fun, Darling”.

“Thank you! This is amazing, boys!” you exclaim whilst looking around the room and trying to decide where to rest first, but then a thought came to you: where would you go to the bathroom? As soon as you are finished thinking that thought, a door appears in the corner of the room. Stepping away from your boyfriends, you explain, “I’m just going to use the bathroom. Do you have any spare comfortable clothes I could change into?”

James grins as he reaches for some folded-up clothes you’d missed, and a sense of belonging and comfort fills your heart as you see it includes his shirt. Cleaning up, you’re now in leggings and James’ old quidditch shirt, feeling refreshed yet cosy.

Returning to the room, you momentarily forget about your current circumstances. You admire your three boyfriends as they lounge in front of the fire, casually talking with one another but sharing grins as you walk back towards them. Except reality comes crashing back as another wave of cramps ruins your uterus.

Massaging your abdomen as you double over, you can hear Sirius swear loudly before clambering over the cushions to get to you but stops a foot away, his hands hovering over your shoulders but not touching. Needing comfort, you reach for him, mainly collapsing into him as you wait for the pain to subside.

As it does, you relish the touch of his strokes down the centre of your back as he begins to explain his actions: “Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to touch you. I know I get overstimulated when I’m in pain, and people touch me, so I didn’t want to grab you if you just needed a minute.”

Warmth spreads through your chest at his consideration, and you squeeze him tighter as you tiredly say, “You can always touch me”. His eyes reflect the mischief in his smile at the tone you say the words, but he laughs it off as you try to hide your face in his chest.

“Come on, you perv, let’s get you comfortable”. Following closely beside him, Sirius takes you to where the other two are resting in front of the fire.

“I’m going to get us some food and drinks”, James explains as he stands, kissing your lips carefully before leaving the three of you. As you lie down amongst the pillows and blankets, your head resting against Sirius’ chest, more pain and nausea hit you.

It’s Remus’ turn to give you a chaste kiss before standing and making his way towards the exit, explaining he would go and get the potion from Madam Pompfrey. This left you and Sirius to be close together. And close together is precisely what you needed.

The thumping of his heart as you rested your cheek against his chest was comforting. Your fingers rested over his stomach, but the need to be even closer came over you. Your fingers slipped beneath his jumper to rest against his soft skin. Sirius hummed in contentment at the touch as his fingers carefully massaged your abdomen to relieve the ache. 

Sucking in a breath as more pain takes over, Sirius shifts so he’s looking down at you with concern etched across his face, the shoulder-length hair falling into his eyes. 

“Are you warm enough? Do you want my jumper?”

“I mean, I’m not going to say no, " you drawl tiredly, watching intently as he reached behind his head, pulled his jumper off, and began to help it on. You’re immediately surrounded by everything Sirius, his warmth and smell making you feel like you’re in your own personal corner of heaven. His arms are back around you as soon as you’re comfortable, but you can tell he’s still thinking hard. As much as Sirius pretends to be mysterious, you can read his face like an open book. “What is it?”

“I’ve heard from somewhere that orgasms help with period cramps”, he remarks casually whilst continuing to massage the pain away. You couldn’t help but give him a deadpan look.

“As much as I agree with that sentiment, I’m not in the mood for the mess that would come if it”, you explain, trying to ignore the warmth now throbbing between your legs that had nothing to do with your period.

It’s his turn to give you a pointed look as he reminds you, “Love, I don’t have to have sex with you to make you orgasm, do you not remember your birthday?”

Heat laces your cheeks as you very vividly remember your birthday and the spell Sirius had learned to give you an orgasm without so much as touching you. Instead of saying anything further, you reached up to run your fingers into his hair and pulled his face towards yours. The kiss was gentle and yet heated, your entire body leaning completely into his, legs tangled together as your tongues danced against one another.

You needed everything Sirius could offer, craving him. From the moans he was making, he felt the same way as his weight pressed you further into the cushions beneath. His hands cupped against your face, cradling you so carefully it was like he was afraid you would break, whereas your grip was so intense in his hair you were surprised strands weren’t falling out.

Slowly, those delicate touches moved down your body until one of his hands rested over the area that continued to cramp, his fingers spread wide. His lips left yours but only to whisper the spell into your neck, causing the unbelievably intense orgasm to pulse through your cunt as you squeezed your thighs together as hard as you could. The effects of the orgasm were felt from the tip of your head all the way to your toes as you cried out, “Sirius!” as wave after wave of pleasure eased through you until you collapsed completely into your surroundings.

Sirius continued to hold you, his arms now wrapped around your waist and face. He kissed lightly against your jaw, cheek, tip of your nose, and lips as you tried to catch your breath.

“How was that?” he asked with a gleam in his grey eyes, a ghost of a smile threatening to break free across his handsome face.

“Perfect” was all you could muster of a response as you snuggled closer to him until your head rested against his chest and he simply held you. “My cramps don’t feel so bad anymore”.

“Hmm, good”, Sirius kisses the top of your head before humming to the music playing in the background.

You must have fallen asleep against him as when your eyes opened next, Remus was kneeling before you, holding out a purple bubbling concoction in a tiny vial. “Drink it all, and we’ll get you something to eat”, he instructs as you also notice that James has returned with plates and plates of all manner of foods and desserts.

Sitting up, you thanked him before drinking and then promptly gagged at the taste and texture of the potion. However, the effects were instantaneous as a sense of calm washed over you.

“Woah, easy there, I’ve got you, Darling”, Sirius reassures as you slump back into him, having no energy to hold your head up anymore.

“Open your eyes, Honey, I need you to eat this”. You do with great difficulty but are welcomed by the precious sight of James Potter grinning down at you with a bowl of soup in his lap, the spoon lifted and waiting for you to have.

James fed you the soup and bread as you fell into complete contentment at the care they were giving you. If you had any sense, you probably would have cried with joy and love, but the potion left you feeling too out of it, even if you had the energy to shed a tear.

“All good?” James asks as he finishes feeding you some ice cream. Licking your lips, you nod and smile tiredly at him. James returns with his cheeky grin, leaning down and kissing you before not so subtly pushing Sirius out of the way until his perfectly squished between you and Sirius. “Move over, Pads, it’s my turn to cuddle”.

Sirius swears but moves slightly over, and with everyone fed and happy, everyone gets comfortable. You remain where you are, lying against James’ chest. Remus then presses close against your back, his arm wrapping around you to rest over your hand, and Sirius lies sideways, his head resting against your head. It was a wholesome night, and there was nothing you appreciated more than your boyfriends. When the next few days passed, you would show them exactly how thankful you were for them.

[beezhives]

"I need chocolate."

"yeah, good afternoon to you too, Dynamight," are the groggily mumbled words the pro hero receives from you on the other side of your door.

grumbling, strong arms folding over his chest impatiently, Bakugou Katsuki huffs out a greeting more normal that your brain can register, followed by, "I need chocolate."

sometimes, being the neighbor of a pro hero has its perks. late nights locked out of your own apartment, help fixing random appliances, and (in the case of Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight) unsolicited cooking tips when you just happen to let slip what you're making for dinner that night.

other times, like right now, you're awoken to harsh knocking on your front door at three-something in the afternoon when you just wanted to sleep. all because the damn man wanted... chocolate?

"what the fuck are you staring for? d'ya have chocolate or not, dumbass?"

opening your door fully, a silent invitation for the pro hero to walk in, you pad back through your dark apartment towards your kitchen. "it's too early for this confusion, man..."

Bakugou did not understand what was so confusing about chocolate but he stepped into your apartment anyways, shutting the door behind him and flicking on the light. having an apartment with the same layout as his helped sometimes.

"none of that white or dark chocolate bullshit," he called through the apartment, leaning back against the door. "plain fuckin' chocolate's what I need!"

after rifling through your pantry for a few minutes, setting aside a variety of chocolate bullshit for yourself to eat later, you returned with a small bowl of baking chocolate for the brooding blond in your entryway.

"what has you needing chocolate so urgently?" you ask, handing the bowl over to the man who grumbles while inspecting the selection.

"making shit for Sparky's thing later," he replies, huffing a small breath of satisfaction through his nose. the chocolate you found would work for him.

"cool." leaning around him, you open your front door and motion the pro hero out of your apartment. "next time you need baking chocolate, go to konbini down the street instead of waking me up, yeah?"

Bakugou rolls his eyes, scoffing, as he exits your apartment. he's holding the bowl against his chest like he would a child, hands already warming the chocolate so it can melt sooner.

"yeah but this shit's free," is his reply, offering you a shit-eating grin before turning around and making his way back to his own apartment.

it's then, in the light of the hallway outside your apartment, that you realize there's something green and orange – icing, you assume – smeared on his clothes. you can't help but roll your eyes, both at his comment and the colourful stains, while you close your door.

later, much much later, there is a singular knock on your door. expecting the odd trick-or-treater, maybe a teen or college student who was making a last ditch effort through your complex, you make your way to the door with your bowl of treats to hand out.

what you were not expecting was to see a treat left on your welcome mat. black container with a webbing design on it. your name was scribbled onto a post-it place on top.

inside the container sat a set of perfectly rounded chocolate cake eyeballs, clearly fake and clearly made with care. each one appeared to be made with skilled hands.

and, upon trying them, you could've sworn that they tasted of your own baking chocolate.

♡ late Halloween post. oops. any likes or shares would be appreciated. thank you for reading, see you later. ☁︎

[sistertotheknowitall]

DCxDP Prompt

Because I couldn’t get Congratulations! It’s Triplets! By @rboooks out of my head.

—

Jason wouldn’t say he regret it. Sure it wasn’t what he planned nor was it what he would have wanted, but he didn’t regret it. They didn’t mean to become parents, it was a one night stand. He wondered if this was how Roy felt when Jade had Lian. Like the world had been flipped on its head. Like everything he thought he knew now seemed wrong.

Lian would like his daughter. From what Jason could tell he thought they’d be fast friends.

Christ. His daughter.

He watched as she ran through the front door, her mom following behind. She was talking a mile a minute, her hands flying around her face. Her mom threw her head back, laughing. God he wished he could hear it. Hear what all his daughter had to say. He wanted to be a real dad to her not just a father. Someone she could talk to and trust. However, as Jason continued to watch from the roof across the street, he knew that he could never get that close. This was as far as he could reach.

A crime lord, who was legally dead and had a kill count. He wasn’t cut out to be a dad. The two examples he had wouldn’t exactly be considered great role models.

Her mother had named her Ellie, short for Daniella after her late uncle Daniel or “Danny.” She was feisty and a little brash, his daughter. Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some pride in knowing some of that was him. Although he could see the same stubbornness in Jazmine.

He thinks that’s what drew him to her. Standing in a bar on a side of town she definitely shouldn’t have been in, she had held her own against two men trying to drag her out. Jason went to step in when she had pulled a police grade taser out and had both men on their knees in pain before he moved two steps. He didn’t introduce himself that night (she was a little preoccupied with the police). However, he got the chance to a few months later and one thing led to another and they had slept together. He left with barely a goodbye and they never saw each other again. Jason was too preoccupied with his plans for Bruce and the clown to spend time thinking about one night.

As for her, he knew she was a student at Gotham U and figured she had also spent little time thinking about that night.

Imagine his surprise when he stumbled upon her again but with a child. His child.

He didn’t know how to really feel about it, about her, Ellie.

As much as he hates to admit it he spent the first week getting drunk and despairing at being a deadbeat. He eventually calmed down and reasoned that it wasn’t his fault nor Jazmine’s. He had given her a fake first name and they hadn’t exchanged last names. Even if she did want to tell him she was pregnant she had no way of finding him.

And he never thought he needed to be looking for them.

—-

Jazz could feel them being watched and did her best to act normal. She never gave away that she was aware of him. She didn’t want to frighten Ellie and she was still unsure of how to handle the situation. It has been weeks and he never once seemed interested in harming them. Yet.

He just watched. Not all the time- not every day, but at least once a week she could feel him staring from a roof, a window, the mouth of an ally. He followed them at night and watched for a bit after they returned home. In a way it felt like he was protecting them, but in what sense did this hulking figure have a right to guard them? It also begged the question; what was he protecting them from?

Jazz was near positive that she had never interacted with the mask figure nor any other that roamed Gotham. She did her best to avoid them, all of them.

It could be he was fixated on her as a single mother to a reckless little girl. If that was so, then she was going to have to be more cautious. She didn’t want to even give him a chance to think he could approach Ellie. Stalkers were never a good thing but she knew the GCPD would never take it seriously.

All he was doing was watching.

Jazz knew her daughter was smart beyond her five years of life, but she was still just a child. So while Jazz was certain that Ellie had no idea about their predicament, she knew Ellie could feel something was off. The young girl had started to look around more on their walks home, her head swiveling, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Jazz hated it. Her daughter should be skipping as she told Jazz about her day in pre-school, not gripping her mother’s pant leg, silent as she looked for the source of her unease.

For the life of her, Jazz did not know what the man could possibly want and while it pissed her off to no end it also frightened her. Of course it frightened her. She was a single mother in Gotham City with a stalker. Maybe she should summon Danny or send Ellie to her grandparents for a bit while she takes care of this.

[scliffe]

I know most of us (including me) laughed (quite a lot) on this scene because; Earl Ciel “Sebastian-Kill-Them-All” Phantomhive of all people, is saying something like this about killing people? It sounds so fake and ridiculous right? Hypocritical, even. But I also think it’s rather empathetic of Ciel to say this in front of the Weston boys because he understands that these boys did not murder out of evil intent; it was a crime of passion, not premeditated. I’m sure that in Ciel’s eyes, these upperclassmen of his are still much more innocent than he is—and so when he speaks to them, he is speaking to “normal people”, not serial murderers. But while Ciel does not see the prefects as evil people, he doesn’t infantilize them either. He does not empathize with them trying to justify their actions; because things like school values or reputation is not a worthy cause for these boys to kill someone over. At the same time Ciel may not personally care about the lives of Derrick Arden and the others, but he does not think students should turn into murderers over such menial issues.

In comparison, when he speaks to Joker in BOC, he was unfiltered and candid—he’s speaking of something he personally believes; that deep cynicism and distrust in humanity. Unlike the Weston students, Joker’s actions were premeditated; he planned to kidnap children—knowing they would be abused and turned into some sick plaything before brutally murdered—and methodically eliminated witnesses to avoid getting caught. Joker knew exactly what he was doing when he organized these crimes to sacrifice others for his family’s lives. And yet the way Ciel spoke, he wasn’t passing judgement on Joker at all; he acutely understood the despair of facing injustice with no one lending a helping hand; the desperate wish to protect one’s family and loved ones above what’s considered to be morally correct by society; he knows better than anyone else how hell is paved with good intentions. This too, was incredibly empathetic in a strange way that only Ciel could be. Although Joker lamented their fate as abandoned orphans living in an apathetic society, Ciel does not pity them and thus did not simply reduce them to gullible victims of their circumstances. He did not justify Joker’s actions, and he did not justify his own actions in killing Joker and the circus crew either—he was incredibly self aware and fair; equally as ruthless to other people as with himself. He understood that everyone acted in their own interests. By removing complicated principles of morality out of the equation, he is able to see things clearly and act decisively without ridiculous notions of human morality. After all, what use does he have for it when his soul is already damned anyway?

Ciel keeps away from people and refrains from making personal attachments; and yet he is still very empathetic to each of them without even meaning to. In the flashbacks, he was also depicted to be a sensitive and kindhearted child. Despite everything he has gone through, he still retains a bit of that gentleness and sincerity from his childhood; which I think comes with being naturally emotionally intelligent—he has an unusually acute insight on people which certainly helps his business acumen, and ironically also helps him know how to lie and act in front of other people. While Sebastian is a “master of understanding human desires”, Ciel understands the complexity and most basic nature of humanity better than anyone else; which forms both his cynicism and his own brand of empathy.

[simjaexy]

fluff - f, smut - s, angst- a, crack - c, drabble - d, series - sr

enha hard thoughts

enha audios (coming soon)

HYUNG LINE

Wanting You (sr,s) - Completed

Synopsis ⇀ In a bustling college campus, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon—are the ultimate heartthrobs, each excelling in their respective sports and capturing the hearts of many. One day, they come up with a playful challenge to see who can win the heart of the same person, you. A girl that was too kind for her own good, too innocent for her own good. As they each use their unique charms and talents to impress, they soon realize that maybe not everything could be a challenge. They can’t help that they want you.

Husband! Enha Hyung Line! x Fem Reader (f,d)

Synopsis ⇀ Just them being in love with you as a married couple.

Enha Hyung Line! x Fem Reader (s,a,d)

Synopsis ⇀ Arguments with hyung line leads to steamy moments at the end.

Mistletoe | Christmas Special (f,d)

Synopsis — Spending the Christmas day with your lover couldn’t be any better, until you both get caught under a mistletoe. You know what they say, any man is allowed to kiss a woman under it. So why would they let that slip away when you’re under it in their arms?

LEE HEESEUNG

Cross My Heart (s,a)

Synopsis ⇀ You were a nerd, always with your nose in a book, acing every test, and keeping a low profile. What comes as a normal life of yours soon takes a turn when your mom finally gets married to a man that you soon found out was Lee Heeseung dad, the school bad boy. Even though Heeseung doesn’t know you, he can’t help but want to corrupt you in every possible way. So what happens when new things start to unfold between you two that he’s never felt before with someone?

PARK JONGSEONG

Morning (s,f)

Synopsis ⇀ Jay works from 9 to 5, so it’s not a bad reason for you to have fun with him in the morning.

Teach Me (s,d)

Synopsis ⇀ You stop by jay’s studio to visit him and end up with him teaching you how to play the guitar. What you also end up with is his fingers inside you.

Unscripted Chemistry (s,a,f)

Synopsis ⇀ You’ve always had a crush on Lee Heeseung ever since he gave you a note, also considering the fact he was one of the most popular boys in school. Considering being popular yourself, you just can’t seem to get his attention no matter what you do. So you decide to fake date Jay, Heeseung's best friend, to get Heeseungs attention. Despite thinking that Jay hates you, you go along with the plan, hoping that Heeseung will finally notice you. As the charade progresses, you found out Heeseung is attracted to people who are experienced. However, you’re a virgin. So why not ask Jay to take your virginity? No feelings will be involved, right?

SIM JAEYUN

Our Little Secret (s,a)

Synopsis ⇀ you always knew your professor was attractive, so it wasn’t new when girls would try to gain his attention. what you didn’t know though was that he only had his eyes on you. what comes as a friendly teacher-student relationship takes a turn when you find yourself thinking differently about him with your private lessons together.

I Lose My Breath (c,s,a)

Synopsis — Sim Jaeyun had a normal life. He was just a regular guy that worked in a small cafe and made coffee for customers. What he didn’t think was normal though, was that he was a virgin at the age of 22. Embarrassing enough, he never jerked off. Ever. Why you ask? Well, because he didn’t know how to. He watched porn videos from time to time, but never acted upon himself to jerk off. So what happens when he sees you enter the cafe for the first time and is in struck? Will he act upon to ask you out? Or will he scurry away like a puppy because he’s a virgin?

PARK SUNGHOON

Teach Me English (f,d)

Synopsis — English was not Sunghoon first language so it was understandable that he didn’t like it. So instead, you teach Sunghoon English, and when he gets it right, he gets a kiss.

Hidden Desires (s,m)

Synposis — you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didn’t know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesn’t like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?

[ccrisntok]

Your Masterminds, Whit Young, and Ace Markey! (mm! whace au)

(Spoilers lol)

what normal fellas ahahahahaha (I have poured my entire soul into these two there is nothing left of me)

A basic summary of their relationship:

Whit has spent like, over a year manipulating Ace into being complacent in his plans. In his own eyes, Ace is a sorta-stupid lacky, who he's constantly love-bombing to keep obedient. Although, he is a bit glad for the company... it was sorta empty when Ace was "dead" and they couldn't really talk. And maybe Ace almost dying from his fake execution was a bit disturbing. But he's sure its nothing! (He fell in love with him like a moron.)

Ace has fully fallen in love with Whit. He's not happy about it, but it happened. As a result, he's basically ruined any semblance of his own morality, just so he doesn't lose Whit, or the affection he knows is mostly performative. He's more than happy to kill his fuck-face classmates, after a... bit of prodding, and honestly, he'd do anything Whit asked at this point, even die. He'll still complain about it, though.

i tried to be as original as humanly possible, but I'm def giving credit to @talkativeanonymous, @acethehorseishere, and @a-blog-for-kat all for inspiring these two in one way or another (esp. a-blog-for-kat lol).

anyway there's the art, here's the promised lore. warning for like a million words. I'm serious. It's 1,400 words. you can stop here i don't blame you.

also sorry for the odd looking bullet points, didn't realize you couldn't have gaps lol!

This au operates on a probably un-canon assumption that I pulled out of my ass. That is that Mai Akasaki is both a student in the class of 27, and that she is the "time loop" student. She is usually a part of the killing game, but she isn't this time, for reasons I'll explain in a sec.

This specific loop, Mai is attempting to dissuade the (usual) mastermind from wanting to start a killing game in the first place. That mastermind is Whit Young.

She goes about this by trying to curb Whit's main reason for his descent into despair, his resounding loneliness, by giving him championship. Charles hasn't softened up to the others in any regard yet. But that wasn't the main reason, unbenouced to Mai.

In this loop, and this loop alone, Mai sets Whit and Ace up to be friends. She hopes they can help each other, since they usually end up more or less alone in their school life.

Surprisingly, it works. They get along decently well, although a codependency starts to develop on Ace's side.

Around this time, Whit takes up an internship at XF Future, which Mai doesn't realize. He innocently wants to explore other job options, "Matchmaking" not really being a stable career forever.

Obviously FX Future isn't a normal Tech Company. Whit starts to change, in a barely noticeable fashion, the longer he works there.

Ace notices Whit's contacts start looking a lot more vibrant after Whit takes a couple weeks off school for a "company trip." He thinks it's... sort of pretty.

(Whit's time at XF Future showed him a side of humanity he didn't realize existed. Insane levels of greed, using the concepts of "ultimates" to guide a stupid pubic where the Government wanted them, generally a dystopia. It feeds into his existing detachment from humanity, until he hits a breaking point, setting his sights on ending the "Ultimates" concept by killing the newest class in the public eye, including himself.)

(XF Future develops a new sort of technology, prosthetic "eyes" that basically turn you into a living remote control, able to connect to an entire building if its connected via a computer system. Security cameras, doors, fucking air conditioning- everything.

(Whit offers himself as the test dummy, and it goes perfectly.)

Anyway, Mai decides to talk to Ace, since she's starting to realize he's becoming a bit... softer after hanging out with Whit so much? And hopes like, for once, he'll actually accept help for his mountain of problems.

He doesn't take this conversation very well.

Mai, with knowledge from dozens of loops, accidentally brings up an extremely traumatic event, simply mentioning the name "Tyler" once.

In a blinding mix of rage and horror at Mai's knowledge of the event, that Ace has literally never even spoken about in this timeline, Ace shoves her away from him.

She falls backwards, and splits her head on a desk, killing her instantly.

Ace, in a horrified frenzy, calls Whit, literally his only friend.

Whit shows up. Ace expects him to freak the fuck out, call the cops, or something like that... But he doesn't.

Whit simply tells him they were going to hide the body together, not even remotely caring about Mai's death.

yeah that's a little fucking weird, and its terrifying, but going to jail is scarier sooo Ace goes along with it!

After this, Whit wraps Ace into uncharacteristically cruel pranks against some of their classmates and others at Hopes Peak, oftentimes resulting in physical injury.

He acts like these are completely normal and funny, while Ace is both freaked out by it, and sort of enjoys enacting pain on people he didn't like.

Along the way, Whit notices Ace starting to fall for him. Horrible news for Ace, since Whit plays into those emotions by becoming much more physically and emotionally affectionate. Which he doesn't enjoy, like, at all... not a bit...

Whit convinces Ace to assist him in greater and greater acts of violence until Whit just straight up kills someone (not a classmate, a stranger.)

Ace is of course tied into everything way too deep to stop now, and after all this... he doesn't really want to. So he stays as Whit's accomplice for months, up until Whit's weirdo behavior arrives at the idea of the killing game. He references the "First Killing Game", which Ace had never heard of.

The idea is a bit intense for Ace, but at that point, he didn't have anything beyond Whit. If it took this to stay with him... He'd do it. Even if in the end, they both were going to die.

So they get to work!

Ace had been taking engineering classes at Hope's Peak in hopes of getting out of jockeying, and he'd helped his family build sheds and shit since he was a kid, so he focused on the construction and executions.

Whit wired the building an all-encompassing computer system he could control, as well as stealing "Mono-TV" from XF Future, a robot he can fully control to be the "host" of the game.

He also steals the "mind wiping" technology from XF Future. It's weirdly easy to steal stuff from this company, hm? It's almost like they aren't protecting it...

Whit also uses another piece of experimental biological technology... on Ace.

A screen connected to his brain, a lottt less invasive than Whit's eye surgery. It doesn't impact Ace mentally, it just gives him the ability to produce visible projections for easy construction, communicate with Whit remotely, (and give Whit a way to always know what Ace's condition.)

The screen is unclipped when the game starts, but the brain implant is still connected to Whit, so he can detect Ace's condition.

After kidnapping the class of 27 and wiping their memories... It all starts. A killing game, streamed live to the entire nation.

Whit and Ace start off as a part of the class, interacting with the others like normal, a pretty decent show. Things go roughly as planned, putting everyone in the positions Whit wanted them. Untilll... chapter 2.

Ace gets his ass jumped, and almost dies prematurely. This is fine, Whit privately makes sure the wounds properly cleaned, but it does fill Whit with an... ominous feeling.

Ace still kills Arei, a part of the plan, and gets "executed", so he can more easily upkeep the executions and such behind the scenes.

After the screen playing the fake execution turns off, Whit checks to make sure Ace didn't get injured in his running around... but can't detect anything.

At all.

Ace's heart wasn't beating.

He actually, seriously, had a fucking heart attack.

(Ace's heart attack was for a combination of reasons. Firstly, his heart was actually in pretty bad condition as a result of his eating disorder, something Whit had figured was "over" by now. It wasn't!)

(Second, in that moment, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Whit could have been double-crossing him came to Ace. What if Whit loaded the guns? What if Ace's use was done, and Whit was finally getting rid of him? It was terrifying because he could die, and terrifying because... It'd make sense. It was all that ever happened to him.)

So he had a heart attackkk lameeeeee

This makes Whit tweak the fuck out, internally. (lol pretend his spooky ass sprite happens AFTER the execution, not before. shh its all made up its all pretend)

After Levi gets taken to the infirmary, Whit drops Charles off at his room as quickly as he can, then fucking BOLTS IT to a hidden passageway in his room to the like... Mastermind area, with the execution chamber.

Whit manages to resuscitate Ace in time, barely. And even after that, he's in pretty bad condition. But he's conscious and mobile.

Whit gets him as comfortable as he can, and after spending the night, he sort of... has to leave. He does some tweaks to Ace's brain screen thing, creating a functional heart monitor that Ace (and he) can watch.

As often as he can, Whit sneaks off to the Mastermind area at night to make sure Ace doesn't fucking die in his sleep. But Ace gets... decently better quickly, and returns to his duties overseeing the killing game.

Whit still visits almost every night to make sure Ace wakes up, which he can't really explain to himself. Ace was... supposed to be disposable anyway. Why would it matter if he died?

Anyway yeah the rest of the game happens. No clue there.

In the end, Whit and Ace come out as masterminds (happy pride).

I have a comic planned for how the end goes, soooo... that's it!

holy fuck! my fingers! hi the whole 2 people who made it down this far... uh... did you like my lore.....? do you want me dead now for having you read 1,400 words of two evil homsexuals...? 😅 love you thank you im sorry.

[azsazz]

Over Ice (Part 8)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3,580

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

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Rhysand feels her before he sees her.

That fucking prickling at the nape of his neck like the tip of a burning blade being pressed to his skin. It’s hot, and if he weren’t already sweating, he surely would be with the ire that’s directed his way.

“Don’t look now,” Azriel mutters from beside him where he’s stretching his hips before the big game. Across the ice, the Porcupines are warming up for the game that will start in no time. It’s an important one, but Rhys says this about all of the Bat’s games. He’s been trying to slip into the mindset he’s always in before games, the one where his focus and only focus is scoring goals, but the eyes he feels watching the way his hips cant back and forth as he stretches his groin make igniting that competitive fire in him difficult.

He peeks over his shoulder despite his teammate’s warning, ignoring the scoff Azriel huffs in response. Rhys can practically hear his friend rolling his eyes as he sinks even deeper into the ice.

His eyes clash with the crimson ones he’s seen too much of the past week. Amarantha sits in the stands beside her friend, smiling at Rhysand like a feline, like he’s still hers to mess around with.

Fuck. He didn’t expect to see her around, especially after you and him made your fake relationship all but clear to his ex-girlfriend on Halloween night.

The memory alone makes his stomach clench. Rhysand runs a tongue across his lips as if he can still chase the feeling of you from them. He thought about the kiss you shared for long after you left, and not even the beer nor the shot of fiery whiskey that followed could erase the taste of you from his lips.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” He groans, kicking a leg in front of him and leaning forward. Normally, the stretch would feel good, but with Amarantha behind him and drinking him in like he’s a tall glass of hers, Rhys feels more than uncomfortable.

“I told you not to look,” Azriel responds, rising to his skates. He offers Rhys a hand, and the pair make their way across the ice to the tunnel that leads to the locker room.

He was right, he absolutely shouldn’t have looked. Now he’s not only going to be dodging opponents, but Amarantha’s heavy stare, too.

“What are we doing this weekend?” Cassian asks, sidling up beside his friends. Of course, he’s already wondering what the move is, when the weekend is two days away. He’s not as serious as Rhysand is about hockey, with his blasé attitude. If Cassian can get out on the ice, hit a few guys without serving a penalty or two, he’s as happy as can be. “We should hang out.”

For Rhysand, hockey is his life. Everything else, including the freedoms that most college students prioritize, like parties and hooking up, comes second to the sport he loves.

Well, hooking up has reared its head into Rhysand’s first place spot every once in a while, and he’d be a fool not to reap that particular reward, but look where it’s fucking got him. With a stage-five clinger ex in the audience and a fake girlfriend that’s he’s all but blackmailed.

“We hang out every day,” Rhys answers, reeling over what the hell he’s going to do. He winces when he decides that he a little more blackmail might be in the both of your futures. “We live together.”

While you’ve agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend to prove to his delusional ex-girlfriend that he’s no longer interested, Rhys hadn’t forced you into attending any of his games. He didn’t think that Amarantha would actually show up to them, especially since she never showed any interest in hockey past the jersey she ripped off Rhysand’s body the night they hooked up.

“Humor me,” Cassian replies with a crooked grin, taking his seat beside Rhys at his locker. Rhys ignores his friend, shucks off his gloves, and roots around his locker for his phone to shoot off a text before Coach Devlin makes it into the room for a pre-game pep-talk.

Rhysand: Need you to come to my game. Amara alert.

He started referring to her as that after the unfortunate first meeting where you had pretended to be his girlfriend and called her the wrong name. It brings him a little bit of cruel humor that eases his shoulders that are tight with tension. If you don’t answer, if you have other plans, like a date, he’s screwed.

Rhys hand clenches around his phone instinctively at the thought. He doesn’t like the thought of you out with anyone else, even if you are only in a fake relationship for the sake of warding off his ex. The idea of you laughing at someone else’s jokes, intertwining your fingers with theirs, kissing them, makes his muscles grow tight and fire flash in his veins.

“I’m busy,” he answers lamely to his roommate, who’s shoving the damp hair from his face and awaiting his captains answer obediently. Cassian frowns, but Rhys’ eyes are glued to his screen, awaiting those three little dots to appear that show you’re typing.

It’s true. He’s tutoring you tomorrow night, has a major psych paper of his own that’s due on Friday morning, and then the team is on the bus that afternoon for two consecutive games against the Grizzlies. It’s going to be a draining weekend, but if the team can manage to beat the Stags this weekend, the lack of sleep he’s going to be dealing with will be worth it.

It almost always is.

After a minute of tapping his skate impatiently on the ground and suffering a scythe-sharp glare from Azriel who is trying to get into his own headspace for the game, you respond.

You: Do I have to?

Rhys chews his lip as the thinks. No, you don’t have to, but what kind of supportive relationship would he be in if his girlfriend didn’t show up to his game? Especially when his ex-girlfriend is there and will definitely take notice of your absence?

Rhysand: Please? It’ll be fun.

You: For who?

He bites back a smile. He likes your witty attitude more than he should. Everything that comes out of your sassy mouth surprises him, and he imagines the way the corner of your mouth curved in that self-satisfied smile as you sent the message.

I’ll owe you one, big time, he texts, refraining from adding an innuendo that will surely make you not show up to his game. So, what if he wants to get a little cheeky with his fake girlfriend? At least you know how to give it right back.

You: Like, more than you already do?

The door bangs shut as Coach Devlin steps into the room. Rhysand flicks a look over his shoulder and releases a breath when he sees him conversing with one of the assistant coaches. If Devlin spots him on his phone before the game, there’s going to be hell to pay.

Rhysand: Please. I’ll do anything you want.

You: Deal. You’re lucky that I’m already on my way with Mor.

Relief has his shoulders dropping. Rhys should probably figure out his cousin’s sudden interest in attending his hockey games, but when it’s serving him as well, it isn’t worth questioning.

“Well, are we still planning on hitting Rita’s tomorrow night?” Cassian asks. Rita’s is a dive-bar that for some reason the Velaris Universities hockey team has been going to for decades. Rhys doesn’t know why it’s a thing, since the place is run-down and the beer tastes like watered down piss, but it’s tradition for the team to go the night before big away games.

As the captain of the Bat’s, Rhysand should go. Going to Rita’s the Thursday before game weekends is tradition as much as it is superstition. Which means that the team is there most weekends during the season, which can be utterly exhausting. It’s not required, and he’s pretty sure that the superstition aspect of attending has been proven wrong more than a handful of times, but if he doesn’t show up, the team will give him hell, and it’ll look like he doesn’t care. He hasn’t missed one outing there yet, but this semester is stacking up to be his most difficult, between trying to keep his near-perfect GPA, overseeing an entire hockey team, whilst volunteering to help plan the teams winter philanthropy.

Tack on tutoring one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen, and Rhys expects himself to drop dead from exhaustion at any second.

“Dunno if I can make it,” Rhys says, shoving his phone back into his locker and collapsing on the bench. “I have a tutoring session.” He’s more than ready to shake off this skittish feeling and get his head into the game. Amarantha’s appearance has already affected him more than he wants, and he doesn’t have a good feeling about the game right now.

You saying that you’ll be attending loosens some of the knots in his stomach.

“Oh,” Cassian waggles his brows suggestively and Rhys rolls his eyes. “A study date?”

“I didn’t say it was a she,” Rhysand snaps back quickly. He’s all but praying that Coach Devlin finishes his conversation quickly so that he can get onto the ice and focus on something that doesn’t involve his girl issues.

“Neither did I.”

Rhys really doesn’t know why he decided to room with Cassian for the past two years.

“Didn’t you just see her on Monday?” Azriel asks as he finishes his pre-game ritual. It involves the utmost silence—which he never gets since the locker room is filled with adrenaline-fueled college boys—and the charm of his necklace clutched tightly between his fingers.

Rhys shrugs. “Yeah, but she needs a lot of help.”

Cassian grins suggestively, and Rhys braces himself for the remark that’s about to roll off his tongue. There’s a fifty percent chance it’s going to be something about Rhys offering her a hand, and a fifty percent chance Cassian will say something about the kiss you shared, but no matter what comes out of his mouth, Rhys knows it will be one hundred percent inappropriate.

Thankfully, Coach saves the day, grunting at all of the players to quiet down so he can make one of his famous pep talks that aren’t at all famous and more barking out orders than talking.

“Alright, boys.” Coach’s presence demands attention, and the locker room goes so quiet Rhysand swears he can hear Amarantha’s high-pitched voice through the concrete. A shudder works its way up his spine and his stomach twists into uneven knots. “This is an important game. I want everyone on their toes. Keep your eyes peeled for open shots, pass accordingly, and don’t tarnish my good name.”

It's the same speech Coach gives before every game, and Rhys can recite it word for word. It’s concise, to the point, and carries enough of a threat that every player in the locker room knows that if they play like shit, there is going to be hell to pay at tomorrow’s practice.

That bad feeling worms its way back into his mind, coiling his muscles with tension. Fuck, if he doesn’t get his head straight, he’s going to play like shit and Coach Devlin won’t have any of that.

Rhys slams his eyes shut, shoves all of the warring thoughts from his mind, and hones in on Coach Devlin’s voice.

Rhysand’s head hasn’t been in the game since there were eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds left on the clock. He knows this because it’s when he spotted you in the bleachers and his focus latched onto you, causing him to miss a pass from Cassian and a Porcupines player to slam into him.

Only his first mistake of the night.

He’s playing like shit, and everybody knows it.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Azriel grunts as he slides up to Rhys’ side as the play resets. He’d fumbled the puck, badly. By the time he recovered, successfully managing to steal it back during a scrum with a few Porcupines players, he had no ample time to shoot, and his shot dinged off of the goalpost.

“I don’t know,” Rhys mutters, cursing himself. It could just be a bad day, but Rhys doesn’t allow himself to have those. He has to be in tip top shape in case recruiters show up to their games, because they’re the deciding factor in whether he gets any interest from a national league, which is what he’s been working towards since he was four.

He knows. He knows exactly what’s fucking with his head. At first, it was his ex in the stands, but as soon as he caught sight of you, all thoughts of her were fucking obliterated.

You’re wearing that mutilated jersey Mor made you. The one with the hem cut to the high heavens and the collar snipped to the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t know if he wants the shirt so long that it reaches your knees or if he wants to peel it off you completely.

To your knees, definitely to your knees. There are too many people around for the latter. He’d rather see that show in his bedroom while you straddle his lap.

His number on the back of the jersey isn’t helping him keep his mind from latching onto those impure thoughts, either.

Rhysand’s entire weekend was spent replaying the kiss you shared on Halloween. How soft and perfect you were. The hint of fruity lip gloss and tequila that painted your lips was a prominent taste in his mouth for hours after.

He could hardly focus on his homework, at hockey practice. Coach reamed him out after his mistakes had cost the team a two-a-day, and he’s doing the same right now when he told himself that he wouldn’t let you distract him.

And with the way your eyes sparkled when you caught sight of him on the ice only reminds him that while you’re more than upholding your end of the bargain, he still hasn’t had asked coach about getting you that athletic training internship with the team. By the look on coach’s face, cheeks red with anger, jaw clenched so tightly that if Rhys didn’t know he already had a few fake teeth from his own days as a hockey player, he’d worry that he’d grind them into dust.

“Cunningham,” Coach says gruffly when he and Azriel slide onto their spots on the bench. The crowd roars as the second line chases the puck across the ice, playing keep-away from the Porcupines as they search for an opening to take a shot.

Rhys forces his eyes on the puck when he notices his gaze wandering your way. He catches sight of your worried face, your brows pulled together and mouth turned down in a frown. You chew on your lip and it’s fucking tantalizing. He wants that lip trapped between his own—

“Get your head out of your ass.” Coach’s voice appears in his ear and he startles. Fuck, Devlin just caught him openly staring in the stands instead of focusing on the game. He’s totally going to have sprints in his future. “I have no problem benching my captain,” he emphasizes, like the title alone should bring a shroud of shame. It has its desired effect, Rhys ducks his head. He wouldn’t be surprised if he gets a smack to the back of his helmet with Coach’s clipboard. He’s seen it happen before. “The Porcupines aren’t even that good for fuck’s sake, and they’re beating us 2-1!”

He can feel the frustration emanating off his coach in waves. It does nothing to ease the moral of the rest of his teammates, who glance at him from down the bench. Rhysand isn’t making a good impression on his team tonight, and everyone can tell. His cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Come on, asshole, he scolds himself, lifting one of the water bottles to his mouth. The cool water is refreshing, and he gulps down a few sips before tilting his head further back and squirting the liquid down his neck.

“Yes, Coach,” he responds like a scolded child.

When it’s his turn to hit the ice, the mantra he’d been shouting in his head over and over slips away as easy as the terrain beneath his skates. He’s all too aware of the pairs of eyes that follow him as he stakes toward the center mark on the ice for the puck drop. Amarantha’s viper-like gaze sends the hair at the nape of his neck standing, which is a feat in itself because it’s soaked with sweat.

It’s your eyes that give his heart an erratic jump, but Rhysand blames it on adrenaline for the beginning of the second period.

He focuses, shoves away every thought that doesn’t revolve around this game right here and now from his head. He thinks about coach’s threat back on the bench as he gets into position for the puck drop: Get your head out of your ass. I have no problem benching my captain.

So, like the good captain he is, he pulls his head right out of his ass and gets to work.

He wins the faceoff, sending the puck shooting to Azriel, who takes it up the ice with ease. As a Porcupines player closes in on him, his hazel gaze locks on Cassian, who’s two paces in front of the player chasing him down.

Rhys makes himself open as Cassian slams the puck around the rink, using the side boards as a guide. He’s there to catch it behind the opposing goalies net and pushes off the side of his blade, scooping the puck onto the edge of his stick and slamming it into the net right between the goalie’s trapper and his shoulder.

The arena erupts in cheers and Rhys grins. Pride screams down his veins and fills his body with a high that he revels in. His teammates on the ice skate his way, clapping him on his shoulders and helmet, congratulating him on his goal. The worries that had been consuming him eke away now that he’s tied the game.

He can’t help himself, seeking you out in the crowd. Mor is turned to the people sitting beside her, but you’re staring right at him, and his heart gives an extra hard pound in his chest. He tosses a wink your way, and his grin turns feral when you roll your eyes and raise an unimpressed brow.

Oh, you want to see another? He can make that happen.

“Nice shot, bro,” Cassian says, skating beside him to reset in the neutral zone.

“Thanks. Let’s keep them coming.”

Nothing eventful happens within this shift. Then, he’s off the ice, and Rhys’ focus is fully on the game. He feels back in his element, more than ready to prove to you just how good of a player her can be.

It strikes him, how he wants to show off not only for his coach, team, potential scouts, but that he wants to do it for you. He likes the way your eyes follow him across the ice, the way that you’re shouting at the refs when he gets a whistle blown on him even though he’s pretty sure you have no idea what’s going on. It’s cute, the glare you’re shooting at the zebras in his honor as he takes a turn in the penalty box for high-sticking.

He catches a few things that his team can improve on, and his determination only skyrockets. The minutes are winding down, and with the power-play the Porcupines are on, they manage to score and Rhys is out of the box. His eyes flick to the clock: one minute left.

Light work.

The puck hits the ice with a clack and Rhys is locked in. There’s a skirmish for possession, and ultimately, it’s the Porcupines that come out on top. They manage to get it into the Bat’s zone, but the violet-clad players don’t make it easy for them to shoot. Cassian takes a shot to the thigh and he grunts in pain but manages to snag the puck and shoot it up the ice to where Rhys stands between two opposing players.

Before the puck even touches his stick, he’s shooting up the ice, calculating the little black circle’s trajectory. He looks to his left, to his right, all while avoiding the slashing sticks the Porcupines players are trying to dislodge his play with. But he’s too quick. There’s no one around, and the players following him are no match for Rhys’ speed.

His focus zeroes in on the goalie. Through the cage, the player wears a look just as determined as Rhys, but he latches onto that sliver of nerves like a fucking leech, and Rhys knows that he has him.

One, he shuts everything out. The sounds of the crowd fade away, and it’s just him and the net.

Two, Rhys readies for the shot. The goalie creeps to the front of the blue paint and he grins. He has him right where he wants him, faking left and shooting right.

Three, the puck hits the back of the net, the horn blows, and victory is his.

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[nooneisherenomore]

“Wanting You Only” 𓆪

Minors DNI, below this point below includes suggestive wording, disturbing content and nsfw parts and such.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗠 𝗫 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: suggestive, introduction,

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.» Being with clingy roommates is really a pain, due to them being clingy and letting you barely go out, maybe you should step up but they made you step down.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤ 𝐓𝐖// collage au, poly relations, delusional, gore, killing, suggestive thoughts, mentions of impregnation, mentioned breeding kink, underwear stealing, size difference,

THE PROTECTOR 𓆪

✎ When you first met Axel, he came off as the poker faced "if i talk to you your dead" type of guy is what i imagined. He has long black hair that was tied into a rats tail with red eyes. You thought he was popular despite the way he gets love letters from various girls around campus.

✎ When Both you and Axel agreed to become acquainted with each other and move in, he started to be more less stoned faced and rather being more helpful. Whenever you go out he comes with you saying that you can get abducted at any given moment. You give him a small laugh which makes his pale cheeks turn bright pink.

✎ When cooking with each other, he usually stands behind you which you deemed un-normal for people as friends to do with each other since it is a very intimate thing when it comes to relationships which you weren't in. He shakes it off as it's nothing far too bad. It's clearly a lie but it's not as clear to you.

✎ When you're out with friends, he quickly goes into your dirty laundry and steals it for other reasons since he misses your scent around him.

✎ He doesn't let you in his rooms where he has a bunch of deadbolt locks on his door only he could enter through. What he has inside is cum stained underwear, pictures of you in the kitchen, living room or hanging out with friends.(the friends have black marker x's on their faces while you have small and bigger hearts around your face. Maybe he has a picture of you sleeping. Just maybe..

✎ In the mere future, he wishes to be married to you one way or another. Maybe includes a smaller version of you and him in the mix as well. That might just sound like a fantasy don't ya think? (He imagines how your walls would feel around him, orgasm after orgasm till he deems your filled to the brim with his cum.)

THE LONER 𓆪

✎ When Axel brought you too meet his family one day, you got well acquainted with his two year younger brother, Lance. He has bags under his eyes which were caused by his insomnia. When he moved in with you and Axel, there were some bumpy bumps here and there. Usually fights would break off which was circled around you most of the time.

✎ He has golden fluffy hair and lime green eyes. He is very pale and seems too much of an introverted person. Lance has pretty good grades and is in the student council. You respect him and try to help hime with his needs.

✎ And random times at night(mostly 12), he would come bursting into your room with tears streaming down his cheeks as his dug his face into your chest. He asks you to sing to him and you nod your head and proceed to sing him to sleep. Sometimes he fakes it and just wants to be in your warmth.

✎ He technically picks a fight with his brother for the sake of it. Axel knows he does it for your attention and your comfort which Lance knows he isn't much of a fan of.

✎ He's just like his brother, when you are gone or sometimes when your just chilling in the living room, he sneaks into the laundry room and steals some of your underwear. He doesn't cum do anything to it, he usually just wants to get off your scent. It takes his mind off the stress since he's been through a lot.

✎ Some days when you study with him, he often wishes you were on top of him, making him scream and beg for you while you squeeze around him. He wishes Axel and the others to hear what you're doing to him.

✎ He cherishes the fact that you and him could married one day since you look after him like he's your child or husband

THE JOCK 𓆪

✎ When Freddy first saw you in one of his classes, he quickly grew fond of you. He was amazed you weren't chasing him around or trying to get his attention. You were just a normal person in college.

��� Freddy has long brown shoulder length hair with blue eyes. They look like sapphires when they glow. He is pretty cocky so he's the type to be a playful dom. When he looks down at you when you're in front of him, he just can't imagine how cute you look(He could see you squirming under him as you take his large cock).

✎ Everytime he glances at the crowd at his games, he always spots you in the crowd smiling at him. The world feels as if it went in slow motion. It gave him a little boost as he touched the goal.

✎ He likes to steal your attention away from Axel And Lance. He's the type to sling both of his arms around their shoulders with an outburst attitude. He is pretty rich and would spoil the hell out of you. He's like your sugar daddy but you don't get too intimate with him.

✎ Freddy is quite the trouble maker. When you're gone for too long or even for a minute, he won't steal your underwear. He'll rather steal your shirts that you don't wear often or things you use in your daily life, like a hair brush or a plush.

THE AVOIDER 𓆪

✎ Xavier is technically Axel if they were twins. When you met Xavier he just gave you a face of scowl and walked off but deep inside his heart sped up by a thousand.

✎ Xavier has curly dirty blonde hair and hazel brown eyes. He's pretty fit and actually has a pretty healthy schedule.

✎ When you became roommates, he didn't ask you for anything rather you had to ask him. He'd often shoo you off but after a few 'pretty pleasee' and puppy eyes, he'll face palm your face softly and he'll help you with whatever.

✎ He's pretty good friends with Axel, maybe friends since highschool. He despises you and Freddy since you both are annoying and whiny. But he has a soft spot for you so he despises you by a 1%.

✎ When he sees you with someone he has rivalry with, he'll try to ruin their reputation or slip some illegal contraband in their bag and report then to the school counselor.

✎ Xavier likes to send you gifts so he's your secret admirer but he lives with you. He likes to send you notes between you too so he's also your pen pal.

✎ He sulks a lot and finds your pillows for comfort since your scent is soothing and he likes you very much and he'll take it to the heart. He'll only do this when you're gone but when you're in your room and he's sulking he'll knock on your door and ask if he can chill with you.(there are times when he'll slide his hand over your thigh.)

A/N ; I know it's been a long time since I've posted but I'm back!

[chosodicklover]

Vil x Reader headcanon

Vil x f!reader

In which Vil’s constant nagging over Y/N’s makeup and routine leads to her teasing him with how she does her makeup

-Due to the most recent overblot, Y/N's dorm is being reconstructed. Thankfully, she wasn't in her room during that time otherwise she would have been in a coma at best. In the meantime, Y/N is staying in Pomefiore, sharing a room with her friend.

- Y/N wasn't one to wear eyeshadow often. Even if it takes less than a minute to do. She would much prefer to have extra time to play on her phone instead. 

- But everyone in Pomefiore looked so good all the time, so much so that Y/N wanted to try today.

- She did look cute, but the weather being strong winds made it difficult to not tear up, especially in PE where you had to ride a broom into the clouds . 

-At the end of the day, Y/N takes off her fake lashes so that they don't get ruined, but doesn't bother washing off her messed up smokey eye. 

-Now without the lashes, Y/N just looks like she dipped her finger in charcoal and smudged it on her eyelids. 

-She normally doesn't bother washing it until she showers.

-But she still chose to go around the dorm and finish any tasks she had been assigned. And the faster she finishes the more rest she can have.

-Plus a shower now only to get dirty again and have to show a second time?

- Tonight Y/N and 2 other Pomefiore students had to clean up the kitchen. 

- Like with every other student doing their assigned tasks,, Vil comes in and checks up on everyone and makes sure that they are doing the job right. 

- Thanks to Y/N having a job that just so happened to be facing away from Vil during his check up, Vil wasn't able to see the unwanted imperfect makeup that Y/N had on.

- After all 3 of them were done, the rules (Vil's rules) say that the dorm leader had to look over the final work before the students can be freed for the night.  

- In the distance they all can hear Vil's heels clicking on the floor on his way to the kitchen.  

- the 3 students lined up in a line right outside the kitchen so that they weren't in the way of Vil's inspection.

- Y/N was right next to the door frame of the kitchen.

- Vil walked into the kitchen. Stopped. Walking back and stopping right in front of Y/N.

- "Go wash your face the right way. Honestly, is everyone in your dorm a toddler that needs to be parented all the time?"

- "What?"

- "Your makeup. Either wash it off or fix it. I can't have someone looking like that in my dorm.  Even if you are here just temporarily and don't wear our uniform, you still have to obey the rules of this dorm. And the most important rule is to always look your best!"

- Even as he was saying that he started to fix up her uniform. 

- "Now go" he said with that sweet smile that he gives before he snaps. That was how Y/N knew it was getting serious and she should probably go.

- So you went on your merry way. She just went back to the shared room.

-  She used one cotton pad with some makeup remover on it and rubbed it over her eyes. Didn't take all of the makeup but oh well. Vil was so busy that he probably wouldn't check on her. 

- She was wrong.  He proceeded to yell at her for an hour about the importance of beauty and how she wasn't being saved with makeup around the eyes.

- For her punishment? From now on until her dorm is back to normal she’ll be doing all of the daily chores she has, by herself. (Normally the chores include 3 to 5 students)

-After Y/N got back to her dorm, she started messing with him.

-Slightly uneven eyeliner that Y/N can tell that only Vil will notice.

-The colourful mascara that was a nice present from Kalim to make you feel better about your room being leveled to the ground, is now your new favorite weapon to annoy Vil.

-As Y/N purposefully applies it on messily in front of the tall blonde in class. So that he can't tell her off but still has his feathers ruffled.

- Her uniform? Testing his patience every damn day.

- Y/N had both a tie and a bow around her neck. 

- Something Vil was against. According to him, her soft face is much better suited to a bow. 

- Sadly she would like to just wear the tie to completely go against his words but he was right. The bow does look cute.

- Solution? Wear both. A win for her.

[brainrotcharacters]

Freelancer, Jealous?

Far into the early months of being with Gavin, Freelancer doesn't understand how anyone could sideline any of the incubi.

Schoolmates and faculty alike are actually proud to say that they have a sex demon they can call when they're already in a relationship with another person. Freelancer had been forced to listen to a litany of how that one succubus drastically improved a senior student's relationship with her partner, or how the Intermediate Elemental Command professor rekindled the spark in his marriage when he hooked up with an incubus.

"Do they know you're talking about them like that?" They blurted out at one point. Absolutely no effort went into holding back. "How would they feel?"

They all laughed in Freelancer's face. "Who cares what they feel?"

Damien had tugged at Freelancer's sleeve and whispered. "Maybe don't pick that fight."

Now, monitoring who else Gavin fed from aside from Freelancer ― there's an idea. Where was the guarantee that he wasn't fucking the water elemental tutor or he wasn't taking it up the ass by some broad-shouldered junior that Freelancer walked past in the school halls?

They'd been glaring daggers at yet another schoolmate parroting about the number of positions she put a succubus into when Huxley gently elbowed them in the side. Freelancer snapped, more harshly than intended. "Ow! What?!"

"They're gonna notice you. Why are you glaring?" He said softly, but not weakly.

Freelancer huffed through their nose. They scrape away the frost that formed in the floor beneath their shoes. "Nothing."

Huxley drew his mouth into a thin line. "Damien says your new hobby is listening to anyone bragging about being with an incubus."

"Oh, you speak to Damien a lot, do you?" Freelancer challenged.

"That's not fair." The side of his lips curled. "Unlike me, you're actually dating the person you like. Go talk to him."

At the sigh that escaped Freelancer, Huxley continued in a more serious tone. "We can't both be miserable, Freelancer."

Schoolwork wasn't an effective distraction. For fuck's sake, Freelancer gave their first time to Gavin after reviewing. Every other turn of the pages in the lecture books felt like the strands of Gavin's hair when he was feasting between Freelancer's legs. Each ache in their shoulders and neck was always eased by those lovely hands and that incredibly sinful mouth.

As if summoned by thought alone (it wasn't that far-fetched in actuality), Gavin now lounged on the other end of the couch. He traced lines on Freelancer's calves, smirking like a cat. "Thinking twice about enrolling, deviant?"

Normally a rabid, even feral, creature that relished in his touch, Freelancer slowly pulled their legs back, flipping to the next page. Gavin's hair felt exactly like that when he kissed Freelancer so deeply their voice broke.

Gavin's smirk flickered, but another flash of pleasure from them had him chuckling. Freelancer was playing hard to get.

He crawled across the couch, trailing a line of soft kisses from Freelancer's forearm, up to their bicep, and to their shoulder. That was when the pleasure suddenly folded into itself and became anger.

Fear.

Gavin withdrew, blinking. It wasn't fear of him ― never, unless they were playing it up during sex, but fear... Of... Of something he couldn't pinpoint, watching the person he adored most now ignore him.

"Freelancer?"

They flipped to the next page. Their hand was trembling. "Hm?"

He forced himself to ask calmly. Pretended that he wasn't three seconds away from dying. "Is something wrong?" Did I do something wrong?

Whether Freelancer heard the shift in his tone anyway, or he wasn't as excellent at faking it as he thought, they looked at him. Searched his expression for something he didn't know, but now needed to.

Freelancer's throat bobbed. They anxiously fidgeted with the cover of their lecture book. "Do... Did you just come from..." A frustrated growl. "Are you hungry right now?"

Did you come back to me when you already fed on someone else?

If Gavin was being perfectly honest, the answer was yes. Always, and it bothered him as much as it thrilled him. Something about Freelancer reinvigorates his appetite and dries his throat that only tasting Freelancer could satisfy him. Nothing short of listening to how they moaned when Gavin was completely inside of them, and how they giggled into his bare chest when it was all said and done made him feel weightless. Sex alone couldn't accomplish that ― he would know.

Honesty. That wary, guarded look on Freelancer's face needed honesty and care. "Yes. For you."

Freelancer shut the book and set it aside, facing him fully. Gavin allowed them the quiet to sort through their thoughts. "Your fellow incubi and succubi get into relationships with people who... Already have someone else. Aren't they bothered that they're being cheated on?"

Gavin blinked once. Twice. The words settled. "Most aren't. From what little I hear of their entanglements, they have an agreement. Not every couple has the single-minded rapturous focus that we do, voyeur."

Some of the coldness in their expression thawed. But not all. He considered that beloved face. "Do you have someone else, Freelancer?"

"What? No!" Their hand clamped around Gavin's own, and his core warmed with recognition. There they are. "Don't even think that!"

"Do you think I have someone else?"

Freelancer opened their mouth. Then closed it.

It was a gamble to ask that question. And it paid off. Gavin tenderly kissed the back of Freelancer's hand. "I would only like to say this once. I have never desired any of them the way I desire you."

They clenched their jaw. Before tonight ended, Gavin mentally swore to fuck all of that frustration out of them. He kissed Freelancer's palms lovingly. "Look, I'd like us to be joined at the hip, but your life doesn't revolve around me."

"It should." Freelancer murmured, pouting.

Giggling, Gavin leaned in and kissed them. He was at his most natural self when his lips molded and moved with Freelancer's own, sucking on their tongue and mewling into their mouth. In between kisses, he says. "Jealousy looks amazing on you, Freelancer."

Freelancer pulled away first, wrapping their arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Gavin cradled the back of their head, his other hand slowly making circles on Freelancer's back. I'm here. I'm right here.

"Do you know what happens when I feed on someone else?" He asked quietly. "They're adorable when they're flustered, sure. But my effect on them is too shallow of a reason. When I make you blush, it's because I know you, and I know what excites you. I enjoy being the reason you're flustered, or laughing, or crying with pleasure." Three back to back kisses on Freelancer's head for emphasis. "I feed on someone else, and I just make comparisons with you. I just miss you... Freelancer?"

They were breathing deeply, slowly against him. Unshed tears glistened in their eyelashes, and their kiss-swollen lips moved with every breath. Asleep.

Gavin chuckled, angling his body farther than he probably should just to plant another kiss on Freelancer's lips. He smiled, and murmured. "Good night, my love. I'll see you in the morning."

[dreamingofmarauders]

Pretend It's Real

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n and Sirius date, however there's a catch. It's all fake.

Warnings: Jealously, fake date trope, angst, fluff and stuff (maybe)

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: This didn't turn out exactly how I wanted but oh well. There will be a part two to this (which will come out at some point 😅)

Masterlist

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

"You want me to date you?"

"Correction: I want you to fake date me."

On a quiet winter evening, Y/n sat curled up on the couch by the fireplace, a book in her hand. It was just her and her fictional world until a certain raven haired boy came and pulled her back to reality. However, it was the reason why he sought you out that made you blanch.

"Come on, please Y/n." Sirius practically begged. "You're my last hope."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her eyes, "You seriously couldn't find anyone for your stupid shenanigans?"

Sirius pouted, "I could have but you're my best friend, Y/n. You're my most favorite person in the world. I could sing all the good things about you. Oh-"

"Okay!" Y/n shouted, covering her ears, "I get it, please do not sing."

Sirius clamped his mouth shut, a devilish grin slithering across his lips. "Love you, Y/n/n."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Don't make me regret this."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"Everyone's staring."

"That's the point love."

The following morning, Sirius and Y/n walked hand in hand down the corridor as they headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Students all around them whispered and pointed at their joined hands, the sweet smiles on their faces, the utter adoration when they looked at each other. Just as Sirius had wanted, the news was spreading like wildfire.

To the residents of Hogwarts, Sirius Black and Y/n L/n were in a relationship.

As the pair strode into the Great Hall, the Marauders and the girls raised their eyebrows in utter surprise. This was not how they expected their morning to start.

"Hey, since when did you steal my best mate, Y/n?" James dramatically said as the new pair slid into their seats across from him.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips, "Jealous Sirius has replaced you with me?"

James frowned, his brows furrowing together, "Shut it, L/n."

"Watch your tongue, Potter. You're talking to my girlfriend." Sirius shot at James, who huffed and turned back to his plate, stabbing his pancakes furiously.

"Don't mind him, he's just being his idiotic self."

"Shut it Moony!"

Peter snickered as James glowered at the werewolf, who smirked at the young Potter before turning to face Sirius and Y/n across the table.

"Congrats you two."

"Thank you." Y/n said, looking up at Sirius with a sweet smile when he placed an arm across her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

Down the table, Lily and the girls conversed among themselves, while shooting glances at the Marauders.

"I'm glad they're together." Lily said.

"I agree. It was about time, I mean they've been so close for ages but finally happy to see they're together." Alice spoke, looking at Lily before turning to her right, "Am I right, Marls?"

Marlene slightly flinched, "Huh? Oh yeah, right."

Alice returned to talking with Lily, both girls unaware of how Marlene's eyes had narrowed at Sirius and Y/n.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

A few weeks have passed since Sirius' plan went into action. The weather has begun to change from the cold winter to the mild spring. Amidst all this, Y/n feels conflicted.

Over the past while, having to pretend to date Sirius suddenly made Y/n view him differently. Her skin tingled when he held her hand. Her heart fluttered when he placed a kiss on her forehead. Her stomach got butterflies when he called her with sweet names.

In the start, everything was normal. In front of others the two were more but in private they were still the best friends they are. Sirius' plan to make Marlene jealous was working, he'd be gleeful whenever he told her he had caught her looking at him and what not. Y/n was happy for him at first, but as time progressed she had to force a smile for him while adding "That's great." while it felt she had been kicked in the stomach.

Y/n tried to brush aside this new feeling. It'll go away, she thought. However it only worsened over time and it hit hard one evening when Sirius cheerfully came up to her in the common room.

"Y/n! Y/n, guess what?"

Y/n, having a feeling of what Sirius' excitement was about, plastered on a fake smile and looked up at him. "What?"

"Marlene says she fancies me!"

Y/n felt her mouth go dry at that, her stomach knot up, "That's great." She choked out, hoping her face didn't betray how hollow she felt on the inside.

"Oh I can't believe it!" Sirius exclaimed, "This wouldn't have been possible without you, Y/n! Thank you so much!

Y/n's throat began to burn at the last bit, "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks. Now we won't have to do the fake date thing anymore, so you're free from me!" Sirius told Y/n, "I owe you one, love you!" He yelled as he galloped across the common room.

Y/n's eyes began to water, "Love you too." She whispered out shakily as her eyes trailed after Sirius exiting through the portrait hole.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It's been a month since that fateful evening. Sirius and Marlene had gotten together and looked happier than ever. The same couldn't be said for Y/n. That evening she realized why she felt miserable and hollow.

She loves him.

Y/n L/n is in love with Sirius Black.

Y/n had no clue how or why it happened but it did. She fell in love with her best friend. She fell in love with someone who would never be hers.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

Ever since Sirius and Marlene got together, Y/n felt her whole world turn upside down. Her stomach twisted when the two touched one another. Her heart felt as if a knife had pierced through whenever she witnessed the two whisper into each other's ears affectionately. Her throat began to burn when she saw Sirius look down at Marlene with utter adoration in his eyes.

Just like when they were together.

Even if it was all fake.

Y/n's new state didn't go unnoticed. Remus and Lily had gotten Y/n to open up, and after knowing what had really happened and why Y/n looked so lifeless, they both made sure to stay at her side. They made sure she was taking care of herself, doing her school work and most important of all, laughing and being happy.

For her own good, Y/n decided to distance herself from the one person she desired the most. Slowly, Y/n began to disappear from Sirius' life, instead attempting to piece together her broken heart.

Y/n L/n became the face of the past in Sirius Black's life.

Now the only question was, would Sirius take notice of this and attempt to thread their unraveled relationship back?

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[sugarpussyswirl]

₊˚ ෆ 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ₊˚ ෆ ୨⎯ 🧸 ⎯୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 . . . 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 20 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 ‘𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’. 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 . . . ; 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 ; 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳.ᐟ𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘣𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰.ᐟ𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

his considerably lengthy fingers brushed your arm as his lips move almost teasingly slow against yours. it was all supposed to be a study session, but you couldn’t take your dumb eyes off of him. nanami was only a tutor your mother hired despite you not knowing in advance. but that was normal for her, doing things without your knowledge or opinion. you were a full college, community college but that’s besides the point, student. your usually furious and flick your hair of extensions in her face, but this time you couldn’t be anymore joyous.

when kento nanami, your supposed tutor, walked into the library you knew that he was your next meal to gawk at for the next few hours. he looked incredibly built underneath the tight suit he wore, and your eyes were pleading your hands to rip it off. to feel the intense biceps, to watch the tight fabric burst at the seams, straining against his pale skin. despite his cold and almost intimidating demeanor, his words were actually quite soft. perfect to daydream what his rough, calloused hands would feel like running up and down the curves of your body.

and now, you were back in your dorm room, no concern of your roommate walking back in from lessons. his kissing skills were delicate as much as his teaching skills, like he was kissing something precious. then again, you were precious. when it comes to your big doe eyes, doll like eyelashes, it had men dropping their jaws in awe, wanting to wreck you like the dumb bimbo you are. wanting you to bounce your almost unreal tits in their faces, and look at them with watery, satisfied eyes after rearranging your guts. nanami though, was not as rough as the other men you've taken back to your dorm. he held you like you were in a china shop and with the wrong move, everything would shatter.

you opened your eyes just a smidge to watch his glasses fog up from the steaminess of your breaths. not once do you let up the kiss even for a gust air. you felt the hesitance in his movements, almost like he knew he shouldn’t be doing what he craving for. you both knew it was erroneous, but made no action to stop what this whole thing became.

it was almost impossible after all. he saw the way you bit your lip, not even trying to be seductive but it sure came off that way. like it came off to many other’s, but then again, you had no clue. when you saw something delicious you wanted it immediately. if it was a frosted cupcake, or any sweet treat for that matter. and today’s dessert of the night was kento. you knew if you flaunted your body, pulled down your lacy tops just the slightest, and twirl that pretty hair (half of it being fake), you’d win over any guy you wanted. nanami was a bit of a challenge though, being the cautious and stoic man he was, but even he couldn’t resist you. the way your tits bounced as you giggled at the most basic, idiotic things. he was jealous of the air around you, wanting your tits to bounce into his face instead.

nanami continued to kiss your pink, plump lips, feeling the smallest bit of dissolved lip filler against his own. he could care less at the moment, which was a change from anyone who knew the man. he was a man who liked routine, that kept his sexual desires to himself knowing how lewd and perverted they could become if brought up.

but after seeing your pretty yet terribly stupid face when he walked into the library that very afternoon, he knew that he would do whatever you wanted. even when that was an offer that seemed so innocent to go to your dorm room for quiet (like the library wasn't quiet enough) he almost immediately took the offer.

his tongue ran against yours, you having no problem with him setting his foot down and taking dominance in the situation. he at least had some sense of control when it came down to it. one rule he set for himself, don't get too carried away. only a little make out wouldn't hurt your pretty self. and he was determined to keep it PG13. until your manicured fingertips brushed down towards his already tight pants. he began to kiss more desperately, his gentle movements now become more erotic. you smiled to yourself knowing you were getting what you wanted once again, and you couldn't help but wonder who your next victim would be.

he started to ease into the idea more of kissing you, despite you being in college and meant to be tutoring your poor little brain. his air was almost sucked out of his lungs when you began to palm him through his painfully tight pants. his cock was pounding against his pants like a second heartbeat. "you can't do stuff like that." you don't listen to his demand, more like a plead because you wanted him, and you were so close to having him. you continue to kiss him, but your mind was more focused on feeling the bulge that was crying too be seen. the feeling of the length alone made your mouth water. how good it would feel deep down in your already wet pussy. sloppily going in and out your squelching walls in nothing but pleasure. the good seven or eight inches (which you had had a reasonable guess on, despite being terrible at math) would fill you up just perfectly, and then some.

nanami pulled away from the kiss, the one thing which he didn't want to do, which was to feel your soaking cunt around his slick vigorously hard dick. he was hard to the point that it incapacitate. "no more, this is completely wrong," he wants to go on of how this was a mistake, despite him actually wanting you to the point that it hurt to look at you. he couldn't even make eye contact, his eyes only looking at your breasts, the fat basically spilling out the overwhelmingly tight and low cut top. he swallowed thickly, knowing he was in trouble. he felt like such a pervert, staring at a girl's breasts in her overly girly bedrooms, tits. but he just couldn't look away.

you bite your lip, this time intentionally. "oh ken," you put on the poutiest pout you could muster, getting on all fours, which took his breath away for the second time that night. "I see the way you look at these," you place both of your hands on your chest, cupping the mounds of fat. you look at his reaction, better than you could ever even imagined. being the tease you were known for, you squeezed your flesh together, more of your cleavage forming together in a way you only see in pornos.

nanami started to loosen his tie, which felt way too snug at the moment. his length only growing in his under ware, which had a good amount of his pre-cum rubbed on the insides. "i'm dumb, but not dumb to the point that i don't know what a man wants." you start to crawl over to him, but he makes no action in moving away. "you want me just as much as i want your pretty cock in me, in this mouth of mine." you reach to his lap, you tauntingly move into his lap at a very slow pace.

you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling one particular vain pulse against your skin. "don't be nervous ken," now in his lap, straddling him. "we both can find pleasure in this." you feel his rock hard cock pressing into your plum like ass with need. you bounce down, purposefully making your tits jiggle to any male's perfect vision.

he lets out a deep groan that he seemed to be holding in for ages. "fuck." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, you knew what your night was gonna consist of. "this is so wrong," he doesn't look up at your face once, like a was ashamed. rightfully so, considering the fact he should be teaching you about the human body, and organs. not wanted to reach yours with his cock. "your so dumb, so innocent, you have no idea what your asking for," his voice is gruff, making you even wetter.

nanami tries to convince mainly himself that its' a bad idea. but all you heard was mush and unimportant words preventing you from sucking his member. you felt like it would take hours maybe even days to convince this prude acting man to fuck you. but you knew he was a preverted bastard inside. so all it took was some shaking of your breasts and a pout of your lip and you were ruthlessly going up and down on his sore, hard cock.

it was around seven inches, as expected, almost slapping you in the face when he finally gave in and let the thing out. which turned him on in the most lewd and disgusting way possible. he wished he could have kept that in his memory forever, which it probably will be for the rest of his fucking life.

the tip was hot, red, and angry, the pent up frustration not only showing in his face, but the furious cock beneath him. you placed a chaste kiss on the tip, pre-cum left all your lips making you shiver with pleasure. "you taste so sweet already." you say under your breath, just enough to make him squirm. his cockhead was leaking syrupy like goodness, a substance you’d only see on fresh baked waffles. you take your hands around the base of his dick which was standing almost completely up right. your hands felt like soft clouds round his nicely trimmed length. you moved so slow, like the kiss you initiated earlier that afternoon.

you placed small, teasing like kisses from the tip all the way down to the base. his hands where twitching, calling him to grab you by the hair and make you take his whole length down your pretty throat. he was hanging onto the last bit of control left in his body, but it was not long before he gave into his personal impulses.

licking a long stripe down his cock, feeling it’s pulse against the smoothness and wetness of your tongue. his hands were clenched in fists, as well as he well-chiseled jaw. his hands reached out to touch some part of your flush skin, but resisted, thinking he had crossed a line already. even if you were the one that really convinced him to go along with you sucking him off. he couldn’t deny he wanted it just as much as you though. but he couldn’t shake the feeling as if he was doing something he shouldn’t, like he was taking advantage of your innocence, when there really wasn’t a drop of innocence left in you.

your hands working their way up and down his shaft, his head leaning against the headboard of your bed. you lean down, wrapping your lips just around the tip, making him groan. "more now." he grunts, knowing if you didn't sooner he would end up grabbing you by the hair and shoving you down. "just like that." a soft moan melts from his lips, his whole body picking up a sweat.

you move your hands faster, going up and down, pumping your fists in a way he'll be feeling in his dreams that night. you remove your mouth from his tip, the warmth of your mouth just a memory. the cold air making him wince, looking down at you over his glasses. "need more, please." if he could go down on his knees to beg, he would in a heart beat. his hips bucked up, practically shoving his dick back up into your pretty face.

you continued the movements with your delicate hands, pumping like it was a one way ticket out of hell. he was caught by pleasant surprise when you engulfed his entire length in one go. "oh my-fuck!" streams of moans teared from his usual quiet mouth. the combination of your hands and mouth making him feel a swirl of emotions, almost feral at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure. he reaches down and cusps your breasts, making you gasp and choke on his cock. an animalistic moan echoes around the room. kneading the soft fat with care, like he was kneading dough for bread.

his cock twitches inside your mouth as you continue to give him the sloppiest head he had ever received from a woman ever. tears in your big 'innocent' eyes, every now and again glancing up at him for your own person satisfaction. watching his usual expressionless face hold so much emotion from the pleasure you were giving him.

the roughness his fingers held continued to grope you from outside your shirt. making you moan, his dick taking in the vibrations from your slutty little sounds. he kept praising you throughout, saying things such as 'good girl' and 'your doing so good'. the praise making your pussy clench around nothing, but still soaking your lace panties to an extreme amount. his words striking nerves in your body you never even knew existed.

one hand leaves your large breasts, and comes up to tangle itself around your hair. gently combing your tresses before guiding you to a pace of his liking. by now your drooling, slobbering around his cock like your a dog with rabies. foaming at the mouth, fully drunk off the intensity his cock holds. he helps pump your head up and down his still throbbing cock, this time out of the incredible pleasure he's receiving from you.

he starts to loose control, the fulfilment from the moment now taking over his once administered body. the fingers tangled in your hair push you down, his cock raging its way down your throat. the gag you create as it hits the back of your throat makes him continue. begging to hear those pretty sounds from your mouth again.

the way he pushed you down, basically saying you could take more, turned you on in a way you didn't even know was possible. the way he flicked your clothed nipple making you want more than just giving him head. you speed up your hands in almost a feral way, licking his shaft as you swirl around it. sucking it as if it was your favorite bubblegum lollipop. once to the tip, swirling around as if an ice cream cone you only manage to snag at the fair.

his hair is now slick to his forehead, any remanence of hair gel now denigrated within the sweat his body produced. as if he thought the whole experience couldn't get any better, he felt you grinding against his leg. you were desperate for any friction that had built up in your body to be released. the sight alone, and one last feeling of his cock deep in your throat, hitting your slick uvula makes him snap.

your mouth is filled with his creamy white cum, flowing into you at a rapid pace. his sweet n salty juices make you crave more, but you try to keep your composure. deep manly moans run like water from his lips, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy. you watch as his thighs tremble from the intense orgasm he just endured. his hand removes itself from your now frizzy hair, the other leaving your now perking nipple. a slight pout at its absence. you remove your mouth from his shaft, kissing soft kisses down it, cum still filled to the brim in your mouth. you kiss down each vain and freckle before you wearily sit up from his crotch to look him dead in the eye. you make sure his eyes are on you before swallowing all of his thick arousal down your now sore throat.

nanami groans at the sight of you swallowing all of his slick cum with little reaction of the salty taste. it making his cock rise just a bit, already becoming hard again, not even done coming down from his first orgasm. you look at him with tired yet desire filled eyes as he begins to caress your cheek, covered in drool or his cum. either way it makes his heart pound against his chest. just the sight of you makes his cock twitch with excitement, eager for more of you.

"you did so good for me, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice raspy, still coming down from his high. he looks at you with fondness when a soft smile stretches upon your face. "lookin' so pretty, dumb off my cock." he takes his thumb, wiping off your wet lips, both of you making intense eye contact. nanami’s eyes trail down your disheveled appearance. lips plump, red and swollen, eyes glossy and full of lust. your eyes filled with tears and satisfaction. he watches as one of your hair extentions starts to unclip from your hair, making him chuckle quietly.

you look at him, not even noticing, nor would you care if you did. "did i do good?" your voice having innocence that you both knew was mock. he nods to answer your question, but he's solely focused on your perky fat breasts. they look even more tempting, half of your left tit hanging out your top, the other begging to do the same. you notice where his gaze lead and internally smirked. "you up for more?"

[bachissidehoe]

“I already have a girlfriend, so stop asking me.”

“Oh you do? Congratulations Itoshi! Who is it?”

“Who is it Rin?”

“Who’s the lucky girl Rin?”

A bother. Rin thought saying something like that would get those damn reporters off his back. Why do they care so much if he has a girlfriend or not? He doesn’t even want one. But somehow not having one is worse than having one.

It may be best just to continue with the charade. Maybe having an actual real person to be his girlfriend would make them stop asking stupid fucking questions.

“Her.” He points to someone, a pretty girl he’s seen quite a few times. He knows her as a journalist for the Blue Lock organization, but he never cared to learn her name.

Seemingly, Rin’s charade worked. The reporters left him alone after that, finally allowing him to exist in peace.

However, Rin was not prepared for the aftermath of articles being sent to him, a meeting with his coach where he was considerably reprimanded, and a barrage of texts and calls from more reporters trying to get the latest gossip on the most famous striker in the world’s new relationship with a hot older journalist.

So he finds himself in her office the next day, his head down as she too reprimands him for involving her in this in the first place.

“That being said, it would make my ex jealous.” She states, leaning back in her office chair as if she’s a principal scolding a student.

And then the charade deepened, drawing new fans to the soccer scene who were just dying to obsess over a player x journalist fantasy romance story. Suddenly Rin realized he had caused the exact opposite of what he wanted, and now he has more reporters on his ass than ever. Who would have guessed that having a relationship would be worse for him than not having a relationship?

“You have to at least look like you want to be around me. People are wondering if we got in a fight.” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at a picture from a newly released article on the two of them. Rin stands at least 4 feet away from her, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his gaze directed toward the ground.

“I went out with you. That’s not enough?” Rin rolls his eyes.

“No! We have to also look like we’re in a relationship!” She raises her voice, but drops it again when she realizes she may have been too harsh. “Just, you know, hold my hand or something.”

The normally expressionless striker suddenly finds himself beat red with his eyes wide. “Y-yeah. I get it.”

His fake girlfriend stares him down, refusing to let the short display of emotion pass them by. “Rin, have you ever done anything with a girl at all?”

“No.” He answers honestly.

“Ah, I see.”

That’s when she realized she’ll be taking the lead on this “relationship”. She finds herself both planning and coaching Rin through their “dates” and other public appearances, doing her best to prepare him for any questions they may be asked.

Maybe she’s taking this too seriously, but now they’re too deep to suddenly back out. She just has to go with it, wait at least a few months until she can announce a “breakup”. Hopefully then, that’ll be the end of it.

“I just want to let you know, it’s looking like at some point someone will ask you to kiss me for the camera.” She says, drawing her conclusion after reading the latest scoop on the two of them.

“I’ll just say no.”

“You’d refuse to kiss the girl you’re in love with?”

Rin pauses. “Hmph.” He understands his predicament.

“I figured we could just practice here, you know, since you’ve never done it before. That way you’re prepared.” She finds her cheeks growing redder, trying not to let the bottled up feelings from the last couple weeks get to her at a time like this.

It’s the same for Rin, who looks to the floor, the ceiling, and anywhere else besides her pretty eyes. Kissing her may be all it takes for him to acknowledge that maybe this isn’t as fake as he thought.

“Yeah. I guess that’s fine.” He finally answers.

So she balls her fists together, forcing herself to be mature about a measly kiss. “Look at me.”

He looks up with his eyes, though doesn’t raise his head.

So she lifts his head with her finger, just enough to bring it at an angle where she can meet his lips. He’s much taller than her, after all.

“Okay, just, close your eyes.” She whispers, they’re close enough now where she can hear his heart thumping and every short breath that escapes his slightly parted mouth.

Rin obliges, handing control over to his fake girlfriend, leaving his hands resting at his sides. He doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.

And she kisses him, just a lingering, closed-mouth peck. Her lips are so soft and warm, much different than kissing her cheek like he’s been doing for pictures. Even though it’s short, Rin can feel her hot breaths against his face.

“That was pretty good. There’s not much to it.” She says quietly, finding herself unable to move her hand away from its position under his chin.

“Hm.” Rin responds, his gaze still focused on the floor.

“Do you need to try again?” She asks, wondering if his lack of expression is due to him just not getting it.

“No.” He answers flatly.

“Oh.” His answer confuses her. Did he not like it? “Why not?” She can’t help but ask.

“I feel like I won’t want to stop.”

Continued in Part 2.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly! Plastics x fem!reader

HI, Reader and Aaron are best friends (both dumbasses) but best friends none the less, So Aaron has a bright idea to stage a marriage with reader popping out a ring in the middle of lunch (a ring pop) and they get the whole school in on it as they come to school the next day wearing the most tacky shit. And the plastics? They watch this shit happen dumbfounded

Would've Just Been A Normal Day

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; not much of the plastics, reader and aaron focused, aaron hurts himself, goofy/fluff, short drabble

|| Summary; when Aaron proposes to reader with a ring pop, the plastics make a bet.

Requests open!

Started; November 1st

Finished; November 2nd

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Aaron probably had to be your best friend, so when he came up to you; gushing about this idea he had.. you were all for it. It was completely ridiculous. But so great. Definitely TikTok worthy entertainment right there.

It would've been just a normal day in the cafeteria. If not for you and Aaron. Though, considering how often you guys did crazy schemes, it could honestly be considered normal. You'd just entered the room to be met with Aaron. Aaron who had a microphone, speaker, and a massive grin on his face. Those three things combined? Trouble; trouble that you were in on, but trouble nonetheless.

"Everyone! If I can have your attention please!" Aaron said into the mic. He was pretty respected among the student body, so it wasn't much of a surprise when the cafeteria quieted down. Turning their attention to where the spotlight was. Aaron smirked, jumping up onto one of the tables," I'd like to make an announcement!" He turns to face you right as the plastics enter the room. Your girlfriends eyes fall to you and Aaron, watching in pure confusion. Wondering what the hell all of you were up to now.

"Ten bucks says Aaron falls on his face." Regina mutters to Gretchen, who laughs a bit and nods. Accepting that bet.

"You're on." She whispers back.

Karen glances at them in confusion," why is Aaron louder than normal?"

Gretchen just sighs and gives her shoulder a pat," don't worry about it, mama."

"We've been friends for ages and I just wanted to make things official with you. So, Y/N L/N." Aaron gets down on one knee with a bit of stumble. The people at the table he's on move slightly down, not wanting to risk him falling on one of them.

You gasped and flapped your hand in front of your face for dramatic flare," Oh my God, Aaron!!" You giggled. He held back a laugh, trying to keep things serious. Despite what he was about to take out. Out of his pocket, he grabbed a ring pop bag. Fumbling to get it open. He nearly dropped it, but he managed and held up the ring pop to you.

"Will you marry me?" He asked. Managing fake tears in his eyes.

"Yes, yes yes!" You jumped up a bit in excitement, really trying to make things look real. There were a few laughs throughout the room, people nudging each other and whispering, or just looking confused.

Aaron got up and tried to run to you, completely forgetting that he was on a table. He ran right off it and faceplanted. Causing you to burst out laughing; as well as many other people in the room. Some got the whole thing on video. Collectively, you and Aaron share one braincell. Looks like you're the one with it right now.

Regina holds a hand out to Gretchen, a smirk on her face when Aaron fell. "Ten bucks." She muttered, Gretchen huffed and handed the money to her.

You walked over to Aaron and helped him up, with a smile mixed with sheepishness and embarrassment- he slips the ring pop on your finger. You pop it into your mouth with a grin. "Thanks man, but you didn't have to fall from heaven for me." You wink and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck a bit as he stretched his arm. The fall wasn't as bad as it looked, but he definitely still felt it.

The next school day, you and Aaron showed up to school in matching outfits. Being clingy with each other and really just making a show of what happened yesterday. Your girls looked to you from their lockers and Regina sighed deeply. God, you and Aaron seriously did share one braincell. But Regina was convinced you'd lost it.

[yanderes-galore]

Will you be willing to write a yandere concept for geto suguru from jjk with a sorcerer reader? I can't see him with a non-sorcerer reader.

Sure. He could technically be with either, but the dynamic is WAY different.

Yandere! Suguru Geto with Sorcerer! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Violence, Genocidal views, Condescending behavior, Blood, Murder, Attempted brainwashing, Kidnapping, Psychological warfare, Degrading behavior, Possessive behavior, Forced companionship/relationship.

Compared to regular humans, Geto is very polite and caring towards his fellow Sorcerers and Curse Users.

Safe to say that his obsession being a Sorcerer or Curse User is the most common obsession he'd have once he's a Curse User.

Even more so if you're someone he knew before defecting.

You don't necessarily have to believe in his cause, he could care less as long as he has you.

Geto would feel you both are the superior race compared to normal humans.

He'd probably view you as family in some way like he does his commanders.

I will say this though, Geto is really fake.

Manipulation and fake personas are something he uses to get others to trust him often.

He knows the values of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

You like to protect the weak, which is the reason he prefers Curse Users.

You have such naive views in his eyes.

He's tossed away such views years ago.

Poor you... trying to get in his way like the rest of the Sorcerers?

I imagine Geto has some respect for you but believes your allegiance is misplaced.

This may also work better if he knew you along with Gojo.

Maybe you three were friends up until the Star Plasma Vessel incident.

You no doubt sensed Geto's change in demeanor but he always hid it from you.

He cared for you in his own way, just like he did with Gojo.

But you were too oblivious to the truth in his eyes...

Don't you know the world would be better off if Curses didn't exist and people could live life without them?

If Geto told you of such a thought, you might even agree with him.

Until he started committing massacres.

To see your friend go down such a path is... tragic.

You stayed with Gojo, even if Geto tried to convince you to stop being so oblivious.

Such a rift left you on poor terms with the Curse User.

Oh, he still adores his beloved companion and friend...

He just hates that you decided to protect the monkeys rather than cull them.

It's a shame, really....

You have such potential.

Geto would probably not kill you for a couple reasons.

One, he most likely either knew you before or sees you as a possible student.

Two, he doesn't want to waste your potential.

Meaning Geto would focus on isolation and capture more than killing you.

If anything, he'd want to give you a chance at change.

You can help him break the cycle... you just need to learn how to kill non-sorcerers.

Due to how charismatic Geto is with people, he'd try and convert you by force.

Now, now, don't fight him.

Fighting him will only make things harder for yourself.

I can see Geto doing everything in his power to break you down.

I'm talking things like kidnapping, isolation, degradation, all sorts of things to mess with your head and break your resolve.

Geto may even kill non-sorcerers in front of you to show how weak they are, how you couldn't help them even if you tried just like he couldn't....

Geto would take pleasure in this, too.

If you just agreed with him, if you just listened...

You wouldn't have to go through this.

But, no, you want to be all innocent and righteous.

Fine, be that way, he'll make you see his way.

Geto would break you, making you used to all the bloodshed and whispering small words of propaganda and encouragement in your ear... then he'll make you his little puppet.

He's condescending, laughing when you shake at the blood covering your clothes and hands.

This is the real world, dear!

Why not help him remake it?

He stops being condescending and degrading when you break and listen to him.

At that point you're no longer a Sorcerer... you're a Curse User.

Part of Geto's family.

By this point he'd either treat you like a student/successor... or a lover in his cult.

He's so much nicer when he takes the fight out of you.

He plans to reform you, to bring back that fight against normal humans.

There's no need to cry... he'll comfort you once you transition over.

Sorcerer principles are so weak.

Once you drop them, Geto greets you with open arms.

If you're a student, he welcomes you as his newest successor... ready to be trained with a new mindset.

If you're someone he knew years ago, he greets his old friend with open arms.

He knew you'd eventually come to him.

You just needed some convincing.

Geto's possessive once he converts you by force.

His pet monkeys aren't allowed to touch you and you're never out of his sight.

You're important to him, which is ironic as this is the man who would shatter your mind just to keep you.

Your abilities are soon used for his motives.

Soon enough you're forced to depend on Geto.

He makes you feel like you need him with his words and manipulation.

Soon you'll forget all about being a Sorcerer.

Surely you realize Geto knows best and wants to see you improve, right?

Soon you won't even want to leave his arms ever again... trapped and lulled in by his venomous words.