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suguruspit · 16 days

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Maybe you're too weak for us.

A/N: Ghostface!Gojo&Geto duo... you have a grip on me. Warnings: tiny mentions of murder, slight knife play, squirting, unprotected sex, threesome, fingering, dominant suguru, oral sex (giving and receiving), d!ck piercing 🤭, degrading (not major you just get called a whore)

The two strongest sorcerers decide to play a game with you, considering you ditched them to watch a movie with friend.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" You ask breathless, partly out of fear as your friend stalks towards you holding a knife in a Ghostface get up complete with fake blood on his mask, but also partly out of something you don't dare to admit to. "I said I'm sorry I ditched you."

Your friend doesn't say anything. You know it's Satoru because of the white sneakers he's wearing, complete with blue stitching. However, he hasn't actually said anything to confirm your theory, he's just standing in the doorway to your room, eerily silent.

You're starting to think you've made a grave mistake. Slowly, eyes still lingering on the figure at the door, you reach for your phone. The figure inches forward and you suddenly hitch your breath, only to let it all out in fright as your phone starts ringing. You see the caller ID that signifies the two of you's best friend and you answer it quickly, words not quite finding you yet. There's a burn between your thighs though, as you're met with Suguru's husky voice on the other side of the line.

"You hang up, and you'll die, pretty girl." Suguru's voice breaks the silence, and your mouth drops open in a moan. Satoru's mask tilts to the side as he watches you. "Such a whore. Did you understand me?"

"Did you just call me a whore?" You ask, intending to be outraged but you can feel how wet you are without even touching yourself. It's addicting, the way he's speaking to you. You'd never tell them, but this is like something straight out of your fantasies. "What do you want from me?"

"Hm." Suguru pauses on the other end of the line, you can hear a tapping noise, and then he huffs out a vague laugh. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

"You can't be serious." You pout, knowing he can't see you but Satoru definitely can. You let your knees steady you as you kneel on the bed carefully propping yourself onto the mattress pointed towards Satoru. "Is that all? Some dumb question? Halloween."

"Well that's awfully rude," Suguru sounds pouty, and it makes you laugh, heat crawling across your skin. "After everything we're going to do for you tonight, that's how you thank us?"

This is boring, you thought they were actually going to do something. But this? Banter on the phone whilst Satoru just stares, bo-ring. So, with a kiss goodbye to the receiver, you hang up. You smile at the phone before you're knocked onto your back, Satoru pinning your arms above your head whilst you gasp in shock at the sudden movement. How the hell did he move so fast?

"He warned you." It's the first words you've heard from the taller man all night, and a shiver hits you, wetness pooling between your thighs where it definitely shouldn't. "You wanna get hurt, sweetheart?"

You stare at the mask, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded as you bite your lip. There's nothing there, no emotions, but just the way Satoru has you pinned, forearm thick and strong as he holds both wrists in one hand, you whimper.

Satoru is silent, but he brings that prop knife closer to your chest, tracing the seams of your nightgown, tilting his head as he follows the knife, lowering his body down your stomach and you inhale as you feel his breath through his mask hit your navel. The prop knife is getting closer to your thighs, and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it before you're wrenched out of your comfortable, playful flirty mood.

It's cold, the tip of the knife swirls around the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you can feel the cool metal against hot skin. Suddenly, this shit got a whole lot more serious, and you feel tears in your eyes as you beg Satoru to touch you, letting a whimper slip as the knife grazes up your panties, the smallest amount of pressure before it's tossed aside, clattering against your bedroom floor and the silence is filled with Satoru's deep groan as he mumbles something about honey.

Your hips shudder forward involuntarily, and you gasp as you feel gloved fingertips brush against your clothed pussy, the fabric sticking uncomfortably, before it's being slid to the side as Satoru finally gives you what you want.

His fingers are so long, slipping inside a little too easily as he coos at you, mask still on and taunting you with wide lifeless black sockets, hallowed scream mocking you for being so ridiculously turned on. The wet sounds coming from your cunt have you blushing, eyes laser focused on the fingers that are sliding in and out of you languidly. You almost forget about Suguru, that is until you hear your mobile ringing again.

You're too lost in what Satoru's doing to answer at first, and you cry out as Satoru stops his movements, fingers stationary in wet walls as you try and fail to move your hips. He looks pointedly to the phone, and you huff as you reach a shaky hand towards it, now that Satoru has released them with a warning squeeze. You pick up the phone on the third ring, and almost sob out in relief when you hear Suguru's voice again.

"One last chance." Suguru warns, and it sounds like traffic in the background. "Hang up again, Satoru leaves you wet and alone in bed like the whore you are. Understood?"

"Mmm-hm." You nod, letting out a breathy moan as Satoru starts moving again, those slender fingers reaching that spot so quickly it has you arching. "Fuck, Satoru."

"He's good, isn't he?" You can hear Suguru smirking through the damn phone, but the way Satoru has you stuffed already just with a couple of fingers has your head spinning, warm heat spreading through your core with no mercy. "Tell him. Let me hear you beg him, darling."

"Suguru," You keen, thighs trying to close as your head falls back, the peak you've been climbing for less than five minutes getting dangerously close despite only a bit of fingering. "Please, need you here. M'sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

Satoru scoffs and you look at him puzzled before he places his other hand on your lower tummy, pressing firmly as he ramps up his speed. Your eyes are wide and he wrenches a near scream of Sugurus’ name out of you as you gush on his forearm, dampening the dark fabric of his costume. He groans along with you as Suguru laughs on the phone, and you hear him mutter something as he pulls his mask off. Oh.

“Gotta taste,” Satoru groans, electric blue eyes blown wide and white hair at all angles; he looks feral. He shoves your thighs either side of you and moans like a whore as he takes in the sheen of your pussy, your cum already making it slick and easy. “Bet you taste so good.”

Satoru looks at you with pure lust written on his flushed face, lips plump and wet from where he's been biting it as he fingered you. With another curse, he's buried snowy white hair between your thighs, making out with your pussy like he's starved.

“Satoru,” You beg, ears still trying to readjust after your orgasm, white staticky noise overlapping with your own sobs. "Fuck, fuck. Please. Suguru."

Satoru moans into your cunt at the mention of your mutual friend, hips rutting into the bedsheets as he swirls his tongue around you, thrusting it in and out of your tight walls, slurping at the remnants of your previous orgasm. Your hands find their way to his hair as you hold on for dear life, the wet sounds of Satoru eating the only sounds in the room, save for Suguru's grunting on the other end of the line, schlick schlick schlick noises coming through from you imagine is Suguru fisting his cock as he listens to Satoru eat you out.

It's addicting, and your back arches as he sucks on your clit, moaning as he feels how you're practically dripping onto his face, a wet sheen on his chin as he looks up at you with hooded eyes, face red and hips moving as he humps the bed.

"You know, we're really helping you out here." Suguru's voice floats over the phone, albeit a little more strained than before. "Tell me, how often do you stuff your fingers inside your tight pussy wishing it was one of us instead?"

You gape at the phone, frowning as Satoru laughs into you, placing apologetic bites into the inside of your thighs. How the hell does he know that? You even turn your phone onto airplane mode.

"We heard you, princess." Satoru confesses, rolling his tongue around your folds, collecting the sweetness with a groan. "Sorry. So loud when you think no one's listening."

"What? When?" You demand, kicking the side of his head with your foot as he laughs into you again. "Stop it. Suguru, what are you talking about?"

"Play along, Satoru." Suguru scolds, and Satoru immediately gives you a sheepish look, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit before kneeling up and tugging at his own leaking dick. "We didn't kill that guy just for you to fumble at the very end."

What?

"What the fuck?" You whisper, voice tight. "Suguru-"

"What's the matter?" Suguru asks, a mocking in his voice that you're not unfamiliar to. "You liked that knife when Satoru ran it over your thighs, didn't you?"

You shiver at the memory, the way the cold metal had shocked you, and you can feel your core burning again. Satoru lets out a pinched moan above you, precome dripping onto your stomach as he grins.

"That guy, the one you brought here the other day?" Satoru laughs, eyes bright as he keeps his hadn't moving swiftly, his voice all breathy as he moans his words out. "Fuck, princess, the way you moaned for him whilst you thought of us. Couldn't have him living with the fact he got to touch you."

You choke on a moan as Satoru slaps your pussy roughly, your wetness glistening on his hand as he rubs away the sharp sting, his tongue peaking out of his lips. You can't even think of whatever that guys name was, not when Satoru Gojo is above you, dishevelled and leaking.

"K-killed?" You whimper, hips tilting down to meet his fingers, grunting when he slips two inside, tiny remnants of blood on them that you didn't notice before. "Oh, god, fuck,"

"Mmhmm." Suguru says on the line, except that it sounds a little echoey this time. "He barely remembered your name. Disgraceful."

You're about to roll your eyes and pout but then Satoru's long fingers hit that gummy spot and you're sobbing out a mixture of their names, begging for something other than what you've got. Greedy. So wrapped up in your own pleasure you don't hear your door creak open, or feel the bed dip before Suguru's pierced tongue is licking at your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moan, wicked grin as he looks at Satoru in between wet kisses.

"Satoru," Suguru purrs, deft hands wandering down to your tits, pinching and rolling pert nipples as you squirm. He looks so good like this, blood freckles on his face, purple eyes with messy mascara covering the bottoms of his eyelids. Satisfied grin plastered across his face as he watches Satoru finger you languidly, sloshing wet noises from how turned you are. "You've gotten all messy."

Satoru grins as he looks down at his soaked clothes, before sticking his tongue out at his partner.

"We knew she'd be messy." Satoru says simply, curling his fingers up and pounding you, continuing his conversation like he barely noticed you were there. "Tastes so fucking sweet, too. Like candy."

Suguru hums, making out with the side of your mouth as he watches Satoru, his tongue creating a spit-slicked mess of your lips. You moan at the way he uses you like a toy as he watches his friend finger you, both of the groaning as your stomach visibly tenses as you get closer and closer.

"Yeah? Tastes good, did you hear that sweetheart?" Suguru coos, holding your jaw and forcing you to look at Satoru. "Well. I guess I'll have to see for myself, won't I?"

"Suguru." It's a pitiful whimper, and your thighs are already twitching from Satoru's antics. "Suguru, please."

You don't even know how you got yourself into this situation, and the potential murder of your ex hook-up is nothing to be ignored, but fuck you if these two men fighting over who gets to eat your cunt out isn't the most insanely hot thing you've ever seen.

Satoru looks so flushed, red hot face as his tongue flats out against your pussy, dragging along the length of it and sucking on your slick, moaning like a bitch in heat as he brushes past Suguru's tongue, who's more focused on suckling your pretty little clit. Satoru is a messy eating, slurping and spitting and moaning as he tastes you, his dick out and leaking against the bed sheets, thrusting onto the cotton as you sob and writhe and moan.

Suguru nibbles and kisses and sucks like he's a professional, hot stiff muscle invading your every thought as you try to escape from the constant stimulation but they've got you caged between the two of them. Satoru is still in his black robes, soaking fabric with blood splatters in his hair, but his dick is hanging free and it makes your mouth water, which Suguru notices with hungry amethyst eyes, kissing your thigh before his nails dig into the fat of your ass.

"You need to be filled more, is that it?" Suguru groans, reaching into his pants to pull his hard dick out, and your breath catches as you notice his piercing, well, piercings. Four sets of glinting steel jewelry leading up his perfect and thick shaft, all the way to the top of his soft mushroom tip, beaded with precum and angry red. "Think she can open wide enough, Satoru?"

You moan in response, already working on positioning yourself above his waist, mouth drooling at the sight of him. You've always wondered about those piercings, apparently it makes everything more sensitive. Time to test it out.

"Satoru, let's give this a-" Suguru cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as you swirl your tongue around the metal of his piercings, placing opened mouthed kisses up and down them, leaving strings of drool attached before you finally reach his tip. You give it a couple of kitten licks, moaning at the salty taste before going as far as your throat allows, hand on his shaft and stroking jerkily as you try to fit it down you. Suguru keens, hips shuffling forward as he throws his head back. "God, fuck. Made for us, baby girl."

"Mmhmm," You agree, mouth stuffed to the brim. Satoru has moved from your pussy to mouth at Suguru's jaw, pressing hungry bites to it as he groans at the same time his partner does. You moan at the sight, cheeks pink and eyes hooded as the noise makes you choke a little, Suguru cursing and gripping your hair.

You start a rhythm alternating between bobbing your head up and down, pulling back and sucking gently, and spitting on it so your hand something to slick up the jerking. Suguru's a lot more reserved than Satoru, just watching you with hooded eyes and a keen look, whereas his partner is whining like he's the one being touched. You want to feel what those piercings are like inside you, and you tell them as much.

"Oh? Such a whore," Suguru hums appraisingly, before he's shuffled down and slapping the tip of his dick on your pussy, pulling it back with strings of your cum attached. "Can't believe you let someone else use your pussy, sweetheart. Tell me, is it still tight?"

"Suguru," You breathe, gasping as Satoru frames you from behind, groping at your tits and pulling gently on the nubs, rubbing them just to hear your squeaks. "Satoru!"

"Yeah," Satoru groans, rutting against your ass, both of you holding your breath as he catches slightly on the rim. "Fuck baby, please let me put it in?"

You vehemently shake your head, giggling a bit at his whines of protest, before you grind back against him and moan at how hard he is. You're almost about to cave, before Suguru pushes in abruptly.

"Oh, fuck." Suguru pants. You're so tight, gummy wet walls stretching and struggling to accommodate his size, the cool metal of his piercings a stark contrast to the rest of both of you. Just the thought of them inside you has you getting wetter, walls tightening as Suguru hisses, squeezing your hips. "Tight. Satoru, get the camera."

You're in too much of a daze to register what he's saying, mouth agape as you let yourself get fucked mercilessly by your supposedly platonic best friend. His tip bumps up against your g-spot and you're close to screaming, opting to sob instead, scraping your nails down his back. You already know you look a state, your own cum dripping down your thighs, a mess of tears and drool down your face as well as some blood from Satoru's face mingled in with it all.

You hear a snap, then you're suddenly gasping as the room tilts, Suguru rearranging you both so that you can ride him, his piercings catching on your pussy every thrust, your hands gripping his chest. Plap plap plap filling the room as you're riding Suguru like your life depends on it, which it might, considering he suddenly has the neglected knife off the floor at your throat, cold metal making you whine as it presses ever so slightly, your cunt fluttering at the sensation.

Suguru's feet are planted on the mattress as he fucks up into you, swearing and cursing as you feel his thrusts get more erratic.

"Ngh. You ready, Satoru?" Suguru pants out, letting the knife fall beside you as he hauls himself into a semi-sitting position, mouthing at your tits. "Perfect. Not gonna last, beautiful."

"Oh, fuck," You sob as you cream around him, milky white leaking out of you and forming around the base of his cock. He swears, and then you feel hot heat as he empties inside you. "God, oh god fuck me."

Suguru chuckles into your shoulder as he kisses it, soothing fingers massaging at the tender skin from where Satoru was gripping you earlier. You can feel your thighs burning as you slow down, only for Satoru to whine.

"Su-gu-ru." Satoru whines, and you look back. And what a picture. He's rocking on his heels, thrusting up into his own hand so he can fuck his own fist at the sight of you two. His cock is angry, red and swollen and leaking so much you wouldn't be surprised if he'd already came and simply kept going. "You promised."

"Hm?" Suguru asks in a daze, looking into your eyes with a possessiveness that has you shivering. "Go on, Satoru. Fuck her then."

Satoru groans out a thank you, and you gasp as you're pushed forwards, straight into Suguru's chest and cushioned by his arms. Your walls clench, and you bite your lip as you feel Satoru push in, Suguru's come seeping out in globs of glossy white around Satoru. Suguru is thick, but Satoru is long. Fuck, you can feel him in your chest.

"Fuck." You sob, trembling as Suguru shushes you.

"Be good for Satoru, baby. I know you can take it, such a perfect little whore for us." Suguru soothes you, wiping at the tears that fall down your cheeks. He looks to the side for something and your eyes slip closed, your body rocking as Satoru fucks you in doggy. He's so deep, almost hitting your cervix as he drives into you like an animal.

He's so whiny, mouth running a mile a minute about how perfect you are, perfect and tight little pussy, tighter than Suguru. It's so much, too perfect, that peak building so rapidly that you can't help but squeal as you feel yourself gush, mouth opening and Suguru murmurs something to Satoru, and then you feel your hair getting tugged backwards as Satoru moans his own release out, loudly.

There's a snap again, a flash as your head is yanked back, drool and mascara and fluids dripping down your chin and chest. Suguru had just taken a trophy shot, and your walls give a weak little attempt at a flutter, making Satoru practically sob into your shoulder.

He presses a dozen or so kisses to your skin, whispering sweet little thank yous over and over as he pets your hair, gently rocking his hips into you as a comfort for everything they'd just put you through. There's come dribbling down your thighs as he pulls out, and he hooks a thumb into your hole, whistling as he watches evidence of him and Suguru pulse out onto the sheets.

"Sweetheart?" Satoru asks cheekily, slapping your ass as you grumble at him, swatting behind you as Suguru laughs, pressing a sweaty kiss to your forehead.

"W'ht?" You slur out, getting comfy on Suguru's strong chest, taking in the smell of his minty shampoo. Satoru is to the other side of you, drawing abstract patterns on your back. It's bliss, considering the circumstances.

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

A/N holy shit this is way longer than expected I'm so sorry. Also, I know realistically there would be a bunch of questions but if gojo and gets showed up as ghostface I'd simply just say thank you.

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yunwangja · 2 days

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undercurrents | signal no. 17

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"i’m alisa. i was kuroo’s partner for his project."

you freeze. this is her. the girl from the date. your heart sinks as you picture them together, imagining all the worst possibilities.

did he leave his phone? why was she the one who picked up the call? is he still there? your mind begins to spiral, creating scenarios you can't control, each more painful than the last.

"oh," you manage to say, struggling to keep your voice steady. your throat feels tight, and your words come out slower than usual. "can i ask for kuroo?"

"uh, actually, kuroo left his phone here with me," she replies, "it’s a good thing you called - i couldn't open his phone on my own because it's password protected. i was thinking how to get it back to him. im at my place right now."

her place. your thoughts race, filling in the blanks with every worst-case scenario.

what does this mean? what the hell is happening? and what happened before this? and how could kuroo possibly accidentally leave his phone with her? the more you think about it, the harder it becomes to breathe.

"i can let his friends know," you force out, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. "they can come get it from you."

alisa agrees without hesitation, without ending the call, you quickly message the others, your fingers trembling slightly as you type.

after alisa says yes to the arrangement, you both settle to the conclusion that she'll call you back when she's arrived at the campus lobby where bo would be meeting her.

you sit in silence after the call ends, staring at your phone, thoughts swirling in your head. the quiet of your room seems louder now, every second stretching longer than it should.

where is kuroo right now? since she picked up the call at her place, was kuroo there before he left his phone? if they did, what did they do? does this mean he was that interested in her?

you try to shake off the uneasy thoughts, but they linger. you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, but that’s easier said than done. your mind can’t help but imagine things of what might’ve happened after their date. it’s a battle between rationality and your emotions, and right now, the latter is winning.

then, your phone vibrates, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. kuroo's name appear on the caller id, and you assume it's alisa calling back, just as she promised.

“hello?” you answer, your voice a bit shaky but still composed.

“hey, i’m in the campus lobby,” alisa says. “bokuto isn’t here yet, but i’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

“thanks for letting me know.”

the silence stretches for a moment. it feels awkward, hanging between the two of you, and you can’t help but feel like you should say something - anything - to fill the void.

you fidget with your fingers, unsure of what to talk about. after all, you barely know this girl, and under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

alisa breaks the silence first. “so... are you and kuroo close?”

her question catches you off guard. “uh, yeah, i guess you could say that. we’ve known each other for a while.”

“that’s nice!" alisa replies, her tone friendly. “he’s been super focused on this project. it’s kept him really busy, huh?”

you nod again, though the weight of her words makes your chest feel tight. “yeah, he’s been juggling a lot.”

the conversation stalls again, leaving you with your thoughts. you’ve known kuroo’s been busy, but hearing it from her, someone who's been spending that time with him, feels like a punch in the gut. you hesitate before asking, “where is he, by the way?”

“oh, he didn’t say,” alisa responds casually. “he just told me he had to go and left. i noticed his phone when he was gone already, and i was going to chase after him but it was too late...”

you thought nothing suspicious about her answer, but nothing that assured you that nothing happened between them. the quiet between you both stretches again, heavy and uncomfortable, and you find yourself scrambling for something else - anything - to fill the silence.

“how’s the project been for you guys?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“oh, it went really well!” she says brightly. “we worked hard, but it all paid off. i think kuroo was really happy with how it turned out.”

you try to smile at her words, but your curiosity is eating away at you. you feel the urge to ask more, even though a part of you is scared of what the answers might be.

your thoughts drift back to earlier, to the idea of them spending time together after their date, and your stomach knots with unease. but you have to know, even if the answer hurts.

desperate to distract yourself from the silence and your spiraling thoughts, you finally blurt out, “so... did you guys have a good time?”

it feels like a casual question, but the weight behind it is unmistakable to you.

alisa chuckles softly, "oh, it was nice. he’s really sweet, isn’t he?"

you force a smile, even though she can’t see it. the words feel like a punch to the gut, as if someone else is confirming how amazing kuroo is. "yeah, he is."

there’s a brief pause, and the silence returns uncomfortably. your mind is racing as you struggle to keep the conversation going.

"i’m glad you were with him while he was so busy. as i said earlier, he seems to take on a lot by himself." you say, trying to fill the void, but the words come out weaker than you intended.

"he really does," alisa agrees, her voice light, as if she’s completely unaware of the storm raging inside you. "we ended up spending a lot of time together because of it. it’s been fun. and he really knows how to make you feel at ease, doesn’t he?"

the words twist in your gut, and you have to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound of distress. you know exactly what she means. you’ve felt it too; the way kuroo can make you feel seen and heard.

and now, to hear someone else describe it, to know that she experienced it too, feels like a betrayal, even though you know it’s not.

"yeah," you manage to say. "he’s always been good at that."

the conversation drags on, each passing moment feeling like a slow unraveling of everything you thought you knew. your heart sinks deeper, weighed down by the uncertainty, the fear that maybe you’re too late. the realization that someone else has shared in those moments with him, that she knows things about him you might never know, is almost too much to bear.

"i’m happy you guys enjoyed your date," you say, trying to sound normal, but there’s a slight tremor in your voice.

alisa laughs again, this time with more amusement. "he told you it was a date too, huh?"

you blink, caught off guard by her response. "wasn’t it?"

"no, not really," alisa explains, her tone light as if it’s no big deal. "i just asked him out to coffee because of the success of our project, nothing more. he thought it was a date until he thanked me and mentioned it. so i cleared things up."

you don’t know what to say, the relief washing over you in waves, but mingling with confusion. before you can ask what happened after, alisa interrupts.

"oh, bokuto’s here," she says, her tone signaling the end of the conversation. "i’ll give him the phone. thanks a lot,"

"okay," you reply, still dazed, your mind racing with all the things you didn’t get to say or ask. bo takes the phone and tells you everything’s good, but his words barely register. you nod, barely listening, too caught up in your own thoughts.

you’re left with a thousand questions, but no answers. you want to know more, to ask her what happened next, but you guess you won’t get to know anymore.

did they talk about you? was kuroo relieved when she clarified it wasn’t a date, or was he disappointed? the uncertainty gnaws at you, leaving you with nothing but doubts.

all of a sudden, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. your heart jumps into your throat. you hesitate, then get up to answer it. you bid bo goodbye on the other line and end the call as you approach closer.

maybe it was one of your roommates checking up on your or asking for an update about what has happened. you wondered who it might be as you opened the door.

and there he was.

kuroo, breathless and panting, his hair slightly disheveled as if he ran the whole way. his eyes lock onto yours, wide with urgency.

"kuroo," you begin, confused. "what are you doing-"

"i want you, y/n."

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

next signal will be LOADED also bc we will see kuroo's pov !!

idk if this was a long update or not (than usual) but yeah

i had to edit this a lot of times bc i had to make sure that everything would be laid out well

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married-to-google-translater · 3 months

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Okay i saw your post asking for kny requests so id like to request smth, here me out.

What if muzan had a daughter who was married to douma and they have twin boys tgthr (obviously douma isnt exactly Muzans fav so he doesnt rlly like that but he wont stop her rlly) and the demon slayer corps find out that she exists and plan a whole kidnapping for questioning.

What do you think? Obvious if thats not exactly what your looking for in kny requests feel free to ignore this. Thanks you sm in advance and for all the wonderful fanfics u already blessed us with >.<

Muzan Kibutsuji

Oh hell

First, who gave you permission to marry Douma?

Muzan would have been absolutely against this union.

Douma is definitely not good enough for you.

No one in his opinion would bo.

Also, it would annoy Muzan that you have a thing called "own will".

Why don't you just marry Kokushibo?

Or almost anyone else...

But no...

You have to marry Douma.

Muzan did not hide his disappointment.

Douma would be best to be the perfect partner.

Even the slightest complaint from you could cost him his life.

Second, Muzan would be shocked when he cries that you were taken.

How dare they?

And where would Douma be during that time.

Didn't that idiot promise to take care of you?

Muzan would be really angry.

R.I.P the demon who had to break this news to him.

Muzan would really come to your rescue right away.

He would know you wouldn't tell anyone.

You're not that stupid.

But it would be a shame if you got caught.

When the rescue is done, it would be time to talk really seriously about your marriage with Douma.

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 7 months

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Sonny Carisi: Last Call Ride

The bar was a hole in the wall and on the seeder side of town. The air smelled of smoke, both cigarettes and weed when Sonny entered. He stopped short at the doorway. The bar was dead on a Tuesday night, but the crowd was rougher, and he stood out in his suit and tie, while most were wearing leather and jeans. This could not be the right bar, he looked down at his cell reread the name, and rechecked the address.

“You Carisi?” A voice boomed; Sonny looked up to see a new man at the previously empty bar setting down a box on the floor. The man was just shorter than him but built like a grizzly bear with a head of thick dark hair and tattoos running up both of his thick arms and neck. Sonny did an assessing glance around the room before walking up to the bar silently wondering how many drug deals took place here.

“Yeah, you the one who called me?” The man looked him up and down shaking his head slightly before grunting an affirmative. “Where is-”

“I need to see your ID.” The man cut him off gruffly. Sonny scoffed at that.

“I’m not here to drink-”

“Clearly,” The man cut him off, “But I’m still gonna need to see some ID, to confirm who you are, before I let you take Chickadee anywhere.” Sonny's brows pulled together at the nickname for you that he had never heard. Part of him wanted to refuse anyway but even with its rough follow-through, the sentiment was protective. He fished out his wallet and handed the man his driver's license. He studied it, his eyes flickering back a couple times. “You’re not what I expected when she said she had a new boyfriend.” Sonny had a smart-ass comment on his lips when he heard the slamming of a door. The bathroom door, you were staggering out of it looking very drunk. “I was just gonna call her a cab, but she is too far gone for that.” The man offered him back his license. “Yo Chickadee, your boyfriend’s here.”

You looked over from where you had been making your way to the closest stool at the bar. When you see Sonny your eyes light up as you slur his name. He makes his way over to you not liking your stumbling steps. You throw your arms around him hugging him tightly, “Hey sweetheart, where are your shoes?” You pull away from him and make a face before looking down and laughing loudly at your bare feet, wiggling your toes. Sonny looked you over and realized you had lost more than just your shoes. You were down to skintight jeans and a flimsy white tank top.

The man behind the bar whistled as he set a pair of heeled shoes on the bar top. “Better put these back on before ya leave.” You gave the man a huge grin before heading over to the bar. You sat down on the stool and started to struggle with putting them on. The man started pulling other things out from behind the bar and setting them on the counter. Your cell phone, wallet, cardigan, and your jacket. Sonny pocketed your phone and wallet before turning to see you attempt to secure your shoe on the wrong foot. “Here give me your foot doll. No, the other one.” Sonny got both shoes on your feet and shrugged into your coat but you had flat-out refused to put the cardigan back on. You were too warm, and it was itchy, so he had thrown it over his arm instead.

“Here take this, try to sober up okay kiddo.” The bartender handed you a Styrofoam cup with ice water in it with a straw and lid. You get up to your knees on the barstool to lean over the bar and give him a hug which he returns, almost dumping the drink all over him in the process. “Tanks, Alec.” Sonny's hand finds you back when you start wobbling and then eases your feet onto the floor.

The ride home is a harder feat than he anticipates. Sonny has never seen you drunk before and quickly comes to realize you are a handful and a half. Within a minute of him getting you in the passenger seat, you had already removed your coat and shoes. When he starts driving you put your hand on his knee. At first, it is innocent, but it doesn’t take long for you to get bold and slide up his thigh. His hand catches your right before it can hit its mark, “Easy now,” You pout at him and he tries to redirect you, “Why don’t you drink some of that water that the bartender gave you.”

“Alec,” You reply helpfully, and you sit back in your seat momentarily distracted, and drink your water. You miss Sonny’s huff of irritation and ‘yeah, him’. The next few minutes are quiet. When you finish your water Sonny knows it instantly because you're leaning across the center console and kissing his neck, loosening his tie. Then you take your bra off from under your shirt and throw it onto his shoulder. When he turns to look at you, your hard nipples are visible through your thin top, it falls onto his lap.

“Doll, I’m trying to drive. Hey, easy, easy.” Your hand was sliding down his stomach and reaching for his belt. His hand grabbed yours again. You whined his name as a complaint, and he redirected again bringing the offending hand up to his mouth to kiss. “We are almost back to the apartment sweetheart.”

“Then you're gonna have your wicked wayy with me?” You slur licking up his neck. You had managed to unbutton his shirt three buttons and reveal a generous amount of skin for your mouth. Even drunk you knew what you wanted and were hell-bent on getting it.

“Yeah, I’m going to take you to bed.” You giggle happily your other hand that isn’t held by his moving to hair playing with the short ones along the nape of his neck. He didn’t bother correcting your thoughts. Even though he was half hard in his pants from you teasing he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was having sex with you when you couldn’t truly consent. He knew that drunk people had sex all the time and that it didn’t necessarily mean that it wasn’t consensual. But he had done too many years with SVU and the two of you were still fairly new in your relationship. He wasn’t willing to take the risk of you waking up with regrets even if you had just gotten a handful of his cock and were now groping at him through his pants. This was going to be a long night.

He parked his car went around to your side, and smiled in slight amusement as he told you, “Give me your foot. No, the other one.” He didn’t even bother with the jacket that you didn’t want to wear and led you into his apartment building and into the elevator. He had thought you would get handsy again but instead was met with you telling him you had to go to the bathroom badly. It was a rush to unlock his apartment door and you stumbled to the bathroom quicker than he thought you were capable of in your current state.

Sonny left you to it, as he warmed up some leftover pasta, found a bottle of ibuprofen, and filled up a large glass with more ice water. When you came wandering down the hall, he found that you had removed your shoes again and lost your pants leaving you in your tank top and cotton underwear. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed up on your tiptoes for an open-mouthed kiss. Sonny could taste the strong alcohol on your tongue and nothing else. He returned your kiss for a minute before breaking it to lead you to the couch where he had the pasta and water. You pout up at him as he sets you on the couch. “You need to eat something,” He pushes the bowl into your hands. Getting you to take the first bite is a challenge but after it hits your mouth you are shoveling it in suddenly starving. When you finish the bowl, Sonny places the water in one hand and four ibuprofen tablets in the other. “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You woke up with a groan. There was a pulsing pain behind your eyes and your mouth tasted of stale alcohol. You could feel the telltale signs of a hangover overtaking your senses. You glance around the room and note that it isn’t your apartment that you're at but Sonny’s. You slowly push yourself up to a sitting position and note that you are naked aside from Sonny’s dress shirt, with only two buttons holding it closed. One by your belly button and the other at your breasts. The shirt was higher on one side from the buttons not being matched up in the proper holes.

You groaned wondering how badly you had embarrassed yourself the night before. You didn’t remember calling him for a ride but apparently, you had at some point. You had only started drinking because you had been having a bad day, not at work but with your family. You hadn’t meant to get that wasted. You crawl out of bed only because you have to go to the bathroom badly. You're a little shaky on your feet while you're washing your hands when Sonny leans in through the open doorway, “How are you feeling?” You lean back against the sink.

“Hungover,” You pull awkwardly at the shirt to fix the hemline then remembering you can’t without rebuttoning it. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I don’t mind picking you up ever.” You chance a look at him, and he looks tired like he had had a long night himself.

“I’m just glad that I had the sense to call you.” His eyebrows furrow, and he smooths your tangled bedhead.

“You didn’t call me. You don’t remember last night at all do you?”

You sigh and shake your head embarrassed. "Barely, bits and pieces."

“Your bartender friend, the one that looks like Hercules with a neck tattoo, he called me to come get you.” You pause staring at him for a minute before it clicks.

“Oh, you mean Alec.”

“Yeah him.” Your head is still pulsing, but you can see the way his face changes and his voice gets an edge to it. “Why were you even at a bar like that? In that neighborhood?” You feel confused and slightly defensive as you answer.

“I was visiting family. Not all of us come from Staten Island.”

He instantly softens, “I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean it like that. You drunk in a neighborhood like that- It just makes me nervous. My job has made me paranoid. All the things that could have happened.” You’re still not used to Sonny’s willingness to apologize. You’re used to fighting until the bitter end with your Exes and it leaves you slightly out of sorts. It makes being softer and talking things out easier, but it still leaves you uncomfortable with the unfairness.

“It’s okay, but I do know how to take care of myself, Sonny. I wouldn’t have drank that much if I didn’t feel safe. Alec wouldn’t have-” Sonny scoffed at his name, and you cut off abruptly and then you smirked at your boyfriend. “Oh, I get it.”

“Get what?”

“You’re jealous.”

“No,” He denies before continuing, “Well, yeah, maybe. I mean the guy looks like a damn gladiator. You are all smiles and hugging up on him while he’s smirking calling you ‘Chickadee’. Yeah, why would that make me jealous.” You laugh even as it makes your head throb.

“I’ve known Alec since elementary school when he was a scrawny preteen. And that cute little nickname was a tease at the fact that I didn’t shut up when I was a kid and it stuck. I was Chika dee dee deeing all the time.” You push off the sink and wrap your arms around his hips, “He called you because he knew that I trusted you to take care of me. Besides, I went home and slept with you.”

“We didn’t sleep together doll.” Sonny admonished as he caressed your back.

“We didn’t?” You sound surprised as you search his eyes, “Really? I vaguely remember getting up close and personal with you on the way home. And I know I get handsy when I’m drunk. Did I fall asleep before I could fallow through?”

“No, you were awake, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. I had a hell of a time keeping clothes on you and me.” Sonny gestured to your sleep shirt. You leaned down and smelled the shirt. You could smell Sonny’s aftershave and cologne still lingering on it. He had probably been wearing it the night before.

“I’m confused,”

“You were drunk, way past the ability to give consent.” Sonny's face is serious and he is using his ADA voice, but you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you.

“Baby, my hands were down your pants, and I was taking my clothes off. How much more enthusiastic consent did you want?” You tease, leaning farther into him.

“This thing with us is still new. I didn’t want you to wake up and regret anything.” You smile at him then reach up to cup his jaw turning it and pulling down his t-shirt collar to reveal more of his neck. There was a trail of dark hickeys and love bites starting at his pulse point and making their way down his neck. You trail your fingers over the bruises. You had done a number on his neck. “You didn’t make it easy on me.”

“Yeah, I can have that effect.” You pause, “Well for future reference if I come onto you while I’m drunk like that again as long as I’m willing and awake you have my consent to sex me up. I love a good round of drunk sex.”

“Noted,” Even as Sonny said it you knew he felt a little uncomfortable with the idea, “How about a shower? I can wash your back.” His fingers slid down your back pulling you closer to him.

“You saying I stink?” You ask even as your fingers undoes the first button.

I swear every Sonny story I write comes completely out of nowhere and won’t leave me until I finish it. I hope you guys enjoyed this xoxo

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #svu #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x you #carisi #dominick carisi

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acidichcl · 2 months

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Forever I love with the fact Donnies Bo Staff is a literal stick lol

Did he just find it and pick it up on a random time/day or is it a story to how he got it :33

Gotta draw your interation again some day it's definitely something if it was a comic of id read/POS/gen

He just found it and it was coincidentally beside him when he needed something to protect himself from a dog

For more context: you might have already known that April dresses the turtles up and that's why they look the way they are. However, she initially didn't dress them up with masks. After dressing the turtles up and they look convincing enough to appear as mascots/costumes, the turtles go outside on their own when april isnt around to supervise. Each turtle experiences hardships once they explore life above the sewers. And they each get something from it.

Donnie: a strong stick protected him from a dog. or i guess its called a branch? Idk

Mikey: Used a rope he found in a park to protect his new friend, Mondo, from bad guys

Raph: Used his shell to protect Casey against a gang

Leo is the only one who played it safe, yet he got the biggest problem anyway

Now that they know it's tough out there, donnie makes some improvements to protect themselves. And April gets the idea to put them in masks, like ninjas 💥

Also tysm 😭😭 that makes me so happy to hear 😢❤ i rlly enjoy this iteration alot. It's very sillay

#ask #my art #sorry this ended up being a ramble talking about the others too 😭#tmnt against all odds #tmnt iteration #tmnt donnie #tmnt irma

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mlmxreader · 9 months

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My Love, My Beloved | Bi-Han x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do Bi-han with prompts 7 and 8 with a male reader? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bi-Han isn't very happy with you, but you do try and make it up to him.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, jealousy

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Bi-Han was not happy with you in the slightest; just the night before, he had caught you flirting with Kenshi Takahashi, and even worse, you were even touching him. He still hadn’t forgiven you for it, more grumpy than usual and constantly sighing and huffing.

Kuai Liang and Tomas had tried to talk him into actually telling you and communicating, but Bi-Han had no interest in it, and refused time and time again.

It wasn’t even until Kuai Liang spoke to you that you even had any idea that Bi-Han was upset; at first, admittedly, you were confused, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood. Bi-Han wasn’t exactly the warmest of people, but he also wasn’t the most communicative, either.

But then, he would also shut himself off emotionally, especially when he was upset.

You knew that you would have to make the first move, and although you spent much of the morning looking for him, you did eventually find him.

He was deep in the woods, sat with his legs folded as he clenched his jaw and glared at the other side of the river; everything around him was shades of blue and white, and when you sat down, you heard the crunch of ice and felt the cold creep up through your trousers.

You clenched your jaw, shivering a little as you nudged him gently. He only glared at you, huffing and shaking his head before turning his gaze back to the opposite side of the river. You sighed, swallowing thickly as you tried to ignore how cold it was.

“I missed you this morning,” you started, “as weird as it sounds, it was too warm without you there next to me… and I hate seeing you in such a massive strop, my beloved, you know that.”

He huffed in response, the short breath thick and grey as it left his nose.

You frowned. “I’m sorry for flirting with Kenshi. I didn’t mean to upset you, and it really was just a bit of banter… we’ve always been like that.”

He glared at you, and you could have sworn that you felt part of your heart freeze for a moment, your breath hitching.

“Bi-Han,” you grumbled, nudging him again. “C’mon, talk to me. Please?”

“You’re meant to be mine,” he hissed under his breath. “Only mine. And then I see you and Takahashi getting friendly at Madam Bo’s birthday, like it was fucking nothing!”

You hummed, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “It was nothing. Nobody could ever compare to you.”

Reluctantly, Bi-Han slung his arm around you to keep you close; clenching his jaw tightly as he scowled.

“I love you,” you told him earnestly, sincerely. “I said I’d be your husband one day, and I meant it… I didn’t mean to make you jealous, or feel like I didn’t want you anymore. I’ll always want you… it’s too warm without you.”

“Do you mean that?” He snapped. “Or is it another empty apology like when you stole my hairbands?”

“I bought you new ones, in all fairness,” you pointed out, making him laugh softly. “I got you laughing, Grandmaster.”

“Shut up,” Bi-Han huffed, rolling his eyes. Although he didn’t even try and bite back the smile budding across his lips.

“Not as grumpy as you wanna seem,” you sang softly, gently patting his knee to let him know to lean back. You sat yourself on his lap once he did, your hands on his chest.

He glared up at you, tilting his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged, gently pushing him down and trying not to grin when he stretched his legs out, allowing you to straddle his waist properly. “Making a formal apology.”

He scoffed, quirking a brow. “Is that the best you can do?”

“For now,” you hummed. “Only because I thought you hated PDA.”

“I don’t see anyone around.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning down so that you could ghost your lips against his, making him lean up to try and kiss you. “Would you shut up and kiss me, you idiot?”

Bi-Han hated being told what to do, but he couldn’t resist as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you down as he let his other hand grab the side of your shirt; keeping you close as he kissed you harshly, revelling in how you kissed back.

It wasn’t that he was upset, it wasn’t that he was jealous, at least, he wasn’t anymore; your kiss was so warm, he couldn’t get enough, and when you pulled away, he pouted.

“Grandmaster Sub Zero,” you whispered against him. “I’m so sorry for making you feel unwanted and jealous. I promise that wasn’t my intention. Me and Kenshi are old friends, that’s all. We’ll never be anything but friends. Do I make myself clear?”

He nodded slowly, growling under his breath and grumbling for a moment. “You’re forgiven… only because you’ll be my husband.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” you laughed softly, collapsing against him and folding your arms against his collarbone. Resting your chin on your wrist. “I love you, too, y’know… I’m glad Tomas set us up all those years ago.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes at the mention of his brother’s name. “It’s the only thing he’s ever done right.”

“He admits it,” you beamed, teasing him as you raised your brows. “The stone cold Grandmaster admits he loves me!”

“Quiet before someone hears you,” he snapped, although you could tell from the glint in his dark brown eyes that he was only half-serious.

“Make me,” you hummed, letting out a yelp and a soft laugh when he quickly pinned you beneath him, his hand slapped over your mouth.

“Shut up,” he hissed, glaring at you playfully.

You waited for him to pull his hand away as you grinned, licking your lips. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“I’ll make you regret it,” Bi-Han warned, trailing his hand down to your chest and letting it rest against your heart. “My love.”

You copied him, letting your fingertips rest above his heart as you hummed. “Please do, my beloved.”

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fandomsandassortedgoods · 1 month

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i need your thoughts on ts5 STAT, i like your account and posts on prideyear so id love to here your opinions on the current info we have atm.

Oh well I’m flattered asghgdhj I had some thoughts saved I was gonna post sometime, so I’ll finish it off and put it here.

Guess I'm one of the few people that don't find toys vs electronics an inherently cringe premise, I trust Pixar enough not to have the message just be IPAD BAD (though given Wall-E maybe I shouldn’t lmao), there are legitimate issues concerning children and screen use that can be explored, and how that affects how kids play with actual toys is interesting to me.

My issue is more with the time period. Were "tablet kids” even a big thing by like 2007-2009 (giving a range here on the years TS3-4 seem to take place in)? Bonnie could be older (though she doesn't look it), but even then that seems early for kids with tablets to be a major thing yet. It just feels like too modern an issue for what should be just before the 2010s. But maybe that's just drawing from my experience and tablet kids were a problem by then?

Also a bunch of defective Buzzes is... potentially interesting in concept, but by now I feel the "delusional Buzz" schtick has gotten very, very tired. It's fine to repurpose ideas that got left on the cutting room floor, but again? Really? You can't even use the excuse of "well every movie has a delusional Buzz moment so this one must have too" because there was no delusional Buzz in 4. The concept worked in 1 because well that was the plot of the movie and wasn’t done before. In 2 it worked because it a) was a funny callback to the first movie that played on the humour of how Buzz used to be compared to how he was now and b) didn't interfere with the main story so much, as in, didn't bloat up the story with unnecessary detail or ruin the more emotional scenes. In 3, it worked because it was once again a subversion on the concept: while delusional Buzz was played for laughs before, here we are shown a darker side to it, with someone being able to turn your friend against you just like that and losing yourself with the flip of a switch (ofc it still had some laughs because it's Pixar, but ykwim).

In 5, what will the fresh twist be? I really can't tell. It feels like they've done what they can with the concept and they should just let it go now like they did in 4. How many times can the characters say “not again” before the audience is thinking the same thing?

As for showing Woody back with the gang and the lack of a Bo Peep mention of all, that’s probably the most interesting part for me personally. Bonnie doesn’t seem much older, if that’s who’s under the sheet in that picture—how much time has passed since the ending of 4? How long are Bonnie’s remaining toys separated from Woody before he returns? How do they meet up again? That was a travelling fair, it’s unlikely they would be seeing each other again any time soon. Did Woody/the toys deliberately seek each other out, or is this a happy coincidence? Are they working together towards a common goal and that’s it, or will Woody be returning to Bonnie’s room for good? I’ve got a lot of questions here.

If it isn’t Bonnie under the blanket, that drastically changes things. Is this set decades ahead with a grown-up Bonnie’s kid? Or perhaps in this future, Bonnie returned her toys to Andy, and this is Andy’s child instead? (Though the presence of Forky calls that into question, unless she just threw him in as a gift because she doesn’t gaf about this spork anymore lmao). If it’s Bonnie’s kid and we know for a fact that Andy will be in the movie again, what if Bonnie’s kid befriends Andy’s kid, and that’s how his old toys eventually find their way back to him (I feel Bonnie would at least offer Andy the toys back first, but who knows)? At any rate, I’m putting heavy money on the ending being the toys returning to Andy and being passed down to his children, maybe with this new kid imitating the opening of 1 as he plays with Woody just like Andy did.

I’ve joked before about 5 opening with 4 just being a dream and they retcon the whole movie away, but these new details make that reality seem a little less insane lmao

and okay but the REAL question is: what does the 6+ hour ts4 reviewer think about all this?

#ts #gonna be a crazy few years as we’re drip-fed updates methinks #thanks for the question! :D

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saturniasxenos · 20 days

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Cyber / Virtual ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Virtuality, Cybernetic, Robots, and anything alike!

This features a LOOOONG list of pronouns and dystopian-ish names!

Pronouns:

Cy/Cyb/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself

Vir/Virt/Virtual/Virtuals/Virtualself

Ne/Net/Network/Networks/Networkself

Ne/Net/Nets/Nets/Netself

In/Inter/Internet/Internets/Internetself

Co/Comp/Computer/Computers/Computerself

In/Inpu/Input/Inputs/Inputself

Ou/Out/Output/Outputs/Outputself

Vi/Viru/Virus/Viruses/Virusself

Anti/Antivir/Antivirus/Antiviruses/Antivirusself

Er/Erro/Error/Errors/Errorself

Sys/Syste/System/Systems/Systemself

Pro/Proce/Processor/Processors/Processorself

Di/Digi/Digital/Digitals/Digitalself

Do/Down/Download/Downloads/Downloadself

Up/Uplo/Upload/Uploads/Uploadself

Cor/Corru/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corruptself

Mal/Malwa/Malware/Malwares/Malwareself

Se/Secur/Security/Securitys/Securityself

Cry/Crypt/Crypto/Cryptos/Cryptoself

We/Web/Webs/Webs/Webself

Web/Webs/Website/Websites/Websiteself

Fu/Futu/Future/Futures/Futureself

Ro/Rob/Robot/Robots/Robotself

Rob/Robo/Robotic/Robotics/Roboticself

By/Byt/Byte/Bytes/Byteself

Fi/Fil/File/Files/Fileself

Ra/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself

Scr/Scre/Screen/Screens/Screenself

Te/Tech/Techs/Techs/Techself

Te/Tech/Techno/Technos/Technoself

Tec/Techno/Technology/Technologys/Technologyself

Ma/Mach/Machine/Machines/Machineself

Wi/Wir/Wire/Wires/Wireself

Na/Nan/Nano/Nanos/Nanoself

Da/Dat/Data/Datas/Dataself

Plu/Plug/Plugs/Plugs/Plugself

Ele/Elect/Electric/Electrics/Electricself

Ke/Key/Keys/Keys/Keyself

Pa/Pass/Password/Passwords/Passwordself

Ter/Term/Terminal/Terminals/Terminalself

Cy/Cybo/Cyborg/Cyborgs/Cyborgself

Ty/Typ/Type/Types/Typeself

Fi/Firm/Firmware/Firmwares/Firmwareself

Ha/Hard/Hardware/Hardwares/Hardwareself

So/Soft/Software/Softwares/Softwareself

Ha/Hack/Hacks/Hacks/Hackself

Ha/Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hackerself

Si/Sig/Signal/Signals/Signalself

Clo/Clou/Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself

On/Onli/Online/Onlines/Onlineself

In/Insta/Install/Installs/Installself

Co/Cod/Code/Codes/Codeself

Ad/Admi/Admin/Admins/Adminself

Gra/Graph/Graphic/Graphs/Graphself

Sy/Syn/Synth/Synths/Synthself

Phi/Phis/Phish/Phishs/Phishself

Phi/Phish/Phishing/Phishings/Phishingself

Do/Dox/Doxs/Doxs/Doxself

Si/Sit/Site/Sites/Siteself

Bo/Bot/Bots/Bots/Botself

Pho/Phon/Phone/Phones/Phoneself

Key/Keyboa/Keyboard/Keyboards/Keyboardself

Mo/Mou/Mouse/Mouses/Mouseself

Chi/Chip/Chips/Chips/Chipself

Moth/Mother/Motherboard/Motherboards/Motherboardself

Co/Com/Compute/Computes/Computeself

Pi/Pira/Piracy/Piracys/Piracyself

En/Encry/Encrypt/Encrypts/Encryptself

PDA/PDAs

CPU/CPUs

URL/URLs

404/404s

📱/📱's

💻/💻's

⌨️/⌨️'s

🖥/🖥's

🖱/🖱's

💿/💿's

🎙/🎙's

Titles:

The Cyborg

(X) Whos Wired

Made of Nanotech

(X) Who Uses Nanotech

Scholar of Machines

The Cyber Security

(X) Who Has Cyber Wings

Connected Online

Offline

Unable to Connect

The Administrator

Synthesizer

The Hacker

Nanohacker

The Antivirus

Reconnecting...

ERROR: Unable to Connect

ERROR 404

ERROR: Malware Detected

Names:

Since names don't usually have "techy" meanings, I picked one's that sounded the most cybernetic, cyberpunkish, dystopian, virtualish, etc!

Fem: Althea, Ameris, Astoria, Arcadia, Astra, Beretta, Cyra, Crystal, Crosselle, Eve, Io, Jinx, Kit, Lilith, Meridian, Morrian, Nebula, Nova, Neve, Noxia, North, Octavia, Odette, Odile, Prota, Pistol, Rey, Rue, Rain, Raine, Stormy, Seraphina, Sona, Skye, Thundra, Tempest, Vega, Viva, Vinette, Venus, Xenia, Xya, Xena, Xiomara, Xenara, Xanthe, Zephyria, Zyla, Zadie, Zia,

Masc: Alaric, Aksel, Arden, Antares, Apollo, Ace, Asher, Cole, Cyrus, Code, Draven, Drift, Ender, Flynn, Hawk, Isaac, Jericho, Kip, Kai, Koios, Knox, Nox, Neo, Nero, Octavian, Orionis, Oghma, Paine, Rocket, Ray, Rai, Silas, Slader, Sebastian, Seth, Seraphim, Thalax, Theo, Thatch, Vox, Vector, Wyatt, Xyon, Xane, Xylan, Xerxes, Xayden, Xavier, Xander, Zander, Zayden, Zenith, Zev, Zale, Zane, Zaire, Zeke,

Neu: Andras, Axe, Axiom, Alloy, Allele, Ash, Arrow, Beetle, Chrom, Corvus, Dakota, Dell, Eos, Echo, Eden, Fox, Ghost, Glöckner, Hydrae, Ion, Jesper, Jett, Kursk, Lesath, Locklyn, Lyrae, Maddox, Nemo, Orca, Onyx, Oxygen, Panther, Rikko, Robin, Rune, Scorpion, Scorpius, Saturn, Sparrow, Sonar, Tore, Tauri, Techne, Techno, Ursae, Vesper, Volt, West, Wolf, Xen, Xenon, Zephyr, Zodiac, Zenon, Zeru, Zero, Zen

Genders:

Futuracityc: A gender related to futuristic cities

Futurafashic: A gender related to futuristic fashion

Futurahousic: A gender related to futuristic houses

Digigender: A digital gender. Rangeable from any digital thing or file; virus, malware, .txt, .mp3, antivirus, trojan, email, etc.

Cybergender: A gender or form of gender expression where ones gender or expression is deeply tied into Cyberpunk lore, culture, fashion or media.

CYBERWEAPONIC - a gender that feels like a digital or robotic weapon. this gender may also have ties to sentient AI used as a weapon, but not necessarily.

BIOAMOROBOTIC - a gender connected to being a robot who loves humanity and the world and finds joy all around them!

RobAnatomic - a gender under the anatomic system(link) related to robots, anatomy, robotic anatomy, the anatomy of robots, robots made to teach/study anatomy, anatomy based/related robots of some kind, the anatomy/biology of someone or something being robotic, having robotic anatomy, being a robot with an interest in anatomy and more.

Robogender - for people who’s gender identity aligns with machines/robots/androids/mechs/AIs.

Cyborwebic - a gender related to webcore, evil scientist aesthetics, artificial beings such as androids/cyborgs etc, turtleneck sweaters and old computer monitors

AI flag - this can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion.

Gendervirtual / Genderdigital - a gendersystem in which your gender is related to virtual ) digital themes and x , such as being a virtual ) digital x , a x who loves virtual ) digital themes , a virtual ) digital being who loves x themes , etc.

#npt ideas #npt blog #npt pack #npt list #npt suggestions #cyber npt #virtual npt #robotic npt #robot npt #cybergender #virtualgender #robotgender #digitalgender

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[ID: Margaret the (not actually a) robin from regular show is on the lwft side of the image at her old job as a waitress. Cloudy Jay, the cloud lady from regular show, is on the right side of the image sitting on the floor in her apartment, leaning against a couch, watching TV. /end ID]

Original poll with info for Margaret

Original poll with info for Cloudy Jay

Master post link

A few things I forgot to mention plus scenarios below:

Margaret:

-Again, transgender and hot.

-likes long walks on the beach, and fine dining.

-reporter so she can take care of you if need be.

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(mo?) version: You've been working for the Park in the background for a while. You used to hang out there all the time so you knew a few of the people, but then they got back from space and a job opening ad appeared, which you applied for, which you got accepted for, and you are now fairly acquainted with the guys there. And one person you met at one point was Margaret. You exchanged numbers at the wedding of your coworker, Rigby. She seemed like a fun time to hang out with.

And now here it is on the weekend and you have absolutely nothing to do.

So you call up Margaret and you offer to bring the weed, although if you die from weed you probably don't have weed, and she says she prefers edibles and that she has plenty.

Getting to her place you find that theyre 5 mg a piece. (Now I dont know your tolerance level, if you've only ever smoked and never really done much in terms of eating then it may not take much to get you far. As an ediblehead they're so nice because you get this 2 hour delay that is like a super punch. So essentially of you have things you need to take care of you get a time limit on when you need to get things done before they kick in. So I personally take a medically prescribed Adderall (if it isn't Saturday, and it is instead Sunday I dont take the Adderall) play neopets to complete my dailies and the ongoing plot and then do as much cleaning as I can(though again only on Saturdays because I dont take the Adderall on Sundays) before they hit me like a truck and I start doing weird things like writing fanfiction about cartoon characters on polls about those characters.)

So you eat what you think is about right for you and you end up eating just a tad too much maybe? Or maybe this stuffs just more potent than what you're used to of edibles and you get really really high.

But it's incredibly chill theres lots of pillows and blankets and the lights are on super low and there's candles lit everywhere, and the room smells so so so so good. So you just hang out and vibe and sleep over in a little blanket fort in separate sleeping bags in semi separated rooms in the fort with a dulled light and blown out candles.

Possibly romo, possibly lesbo, possibly hetero, possibly bi(bo?): everything above but you both are kissing each other so much throughout the night. And fall asleep together in one big sleeping bag.

Cloudy Jay:

-uh hold on, I need a moment actually.

-tbh, im not sorry, but she's trans too

--c'mon. Mordecai is a chaser.

-shes also hot.

-not as financially stable but hey, who is these days?

-a little clingy in the romo area

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(ero?): So it's been a month since you hung out with margaret and you've been hanging around this (new, to you) cafe with Mordecai and Rigby lately. You've been working with them for a moment now and you're getting to know their usual hang out spots. Apparently this cafe is where one of their old co workers, High 5 Ghoul (you think?), met his wife. The guys go sit down while you wait in line for everyone, they've been working outdoors while benson put you on babysitting his daughter while he's out of town with his old band having finally mended their path and now spends the occasional weekends playing at all the big venues. She's really well adjusted for her age and isn't much trouble at all so it's no where near as tough as yard work.

There you notice a girl in front of you in line made of clouds who has a t shirt that has a reference to [insert hyperfixation and/or favorite topic here]. So you get to talking about your hyyperfixation and/or favorite topic and you have an absolutely wonderful time. She heads out back to her work but not before giving you her number so you can hang out and watch something pertaining to that interest this weekend.

You get there and she has two pre rolled blunts that are pretty well packed she got from her dealer, who always insists on selling her the fair price of a gram and then rolling her joints FOR her? Like, what's that all about huh??? She knows how to roll them but like, why would she pass up on this??

You and her smoke and enjoy the show the rest of the night with some video games then fall asleep on different bunk beds.

Could be romo, maybe lesbo, maybe hetero, maybe bi(lo?): second verse same as the first except there's lots and lots of kissing and you fall asleep together in the same bed.

Aside: if you take the possible romo (etc) option you will end up having this girl wanting to date you. You don't know this in story and must decide if you'd end up making the same mistakes as mordecai or not fumbling this babe.

#regular show #poll #margaret regular show #cloudy jay regular show #weed

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years

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Slashers becoming obsessed after a one night stand (NSFW)

Michael Myers

You met Michael at a Halloween party

He was outside looking for potential victims when he spotted you and gave you his predatory stare

You just assumed he was a cute guy (based on his height and build) who was interested in you

So you decided to make a come hither motion before separating from the party and heading into an alley way

Michael follows, very confused, and is about to kill you before you start taking off your top and getting on your knees in front of him

Not sure what your doing, but still intrigued, he gives you a nod to see what you would do

You proceeded to take him out of his jumpsuit and blew him right then and their which quickly turned to very rough sex against the wall

Just as he cums and takes himself out of you, he’s stood there confused about how you could make him feel the most pleasure he’s ever experienced

You take advantage of his confusion and decided to leave, not very used to sticking around afterwards

You, however, left your bag- which contained your ID

He uses this information to find out where you live and he decided to visit you

He wanted to feel the pleasure you gave him again, he wanted to be inside you and hear your moans against his ears

He was thoroughly disappointed when he saw you with another man in your bed through your window

He was furious, you were his- couldn’t you see that he claimed you after that fateful night

Every man he saw enter the house, he would promptly kill when they left

He followed you everywhere in the hopes that you would notice him and fall to your knees in front of him again

He wanted you to beg for him again

He’ll do whatever it takes to be inside you again

Bo Sinclair

Bo met you when you were staying in a motel near Ambrose

He was staying there after a particularly nasty fight with his brother after a victim almost got loose

When he saw you, he instantly knew you were his type

He decided to flirt with you which eventually ended up with you riding his cock on the chair in your room

He loved to hear you moan as you bounced in his cock, and for once he felt his worries melt away as he kissed you neck

When you had both finished, bo felt himself unexpectedly wanting to have some pillow talk with you and a cuddle session

When he tried you quickly shut it down by telling him that you had to get up early so it was best that he left

Bo was shocked, he was the one who usually shut people down and left, but you challenged him and that intrigued him

He left before entering your room again with a spare key he had swiped after he heard you gentle snores

He traced your soft skin as he remarked that you smelt like warm vanilla

He wanted to be able to crawl into your bed and feel the warmth of your skin as he held you, but he resisted his urges

After that he tried flirting with you again, you rejected his advances and told him that it was a one time thing

He was enraged

You were meant to fall for him, he was playing the good guy for you, and you dare to spit it back in his face?

He decided it was time to play dirty when he heard that your stay in the motel was ending soon

He kidnapped you and brought you back to the house

He was determined to make you into his little housewife, and if you couldn’t do that- he’s sure you’d make a good doll instead

Vincent Sinclair

You met Vincent after you visited the house of wax

You caught him sneaking around and began chatting with him

He was shocked that you were so nice to him

When you began to flirt, Vincent got flustered and accidentally cornered you when he leaned into your hand that was playing with his hair

You took this as your cue, and began kissing the lips of his mask

He didn’t know what to do at first but he quickly put his hands on your hips

The situation ended up with you two fucking against the wall of the museum

He thought this was a confession that you loved him and that you were both in a relationship

This was quickly shut down when you got up to leave

He grabbed your hand with desperation and silently begged you to stay, you refused and felt creeped out at the situation

You tried to get out of the museum and out of panic, Vincent strangled you until you lost consciousness

He didn’t know what to do, he loves you and after you both had sex, he wants you in his life forever

He decided to have you chained to his bed until you admitted that you loved him too

When you didn’t cooperate, Bo decided to do his brother a favour and introduced you to the wax machine

He convinced Vincent that if you wouldn’t cooperate that a wax version of you would be much more submissive

Asa Emory

You were one of Asa’s students (he’s a college professor btw- still wrong but reader isn’t underage)

He had seen you before and while, yes he saw you as physically attractive, you were his student

It wasn’t until he asked you to stay after class to discuss your grades when you began your seduction

Your seductive gaze worked so well that he was between your thighs on his desk in the matter of minutes

He found your sweet taste intoxicating, he wanted to drink you fully

He fully believed that he could spend the rest of his life between your soft thighs as they wrapped around his head

Once he was finished, he tried taking to you but you were out of the door before he could get a word out

After that, you became a clear favourite in the class, which while it was fun and gave you an advantage, didn’t exactly help your popularity

He would sit you in the desk closest to him and would constantly uses his advances to invite you into his bed

The last straw for Him was when a boy in the class was flirting with you

He quickly confronted you and you called him pathetic

He was so angry that he knocked you out

You were quickly added to the collection

If you wouldn’t love him naturally, he was patient enough to let Stockholm syndrome set in

Thomas Hewitt

You met Thomas when you were exploring the abandoned village

You ran into an old bridal shop and thought it would be fun to play dress up

Thomas was conveniently looking for a birthday gift for Luda may when he stumbled across you

When Thomas spotted you, you were wearing a beautiful white dress with a veil on while you twirled and giggled at your reflection in the mirror

Thomas was stunned, you were an angel, a bride sent from god as a reward to him for being such a good boy

When you spotted him, you laughed in embarrassment as you tried to explain your situation

You thought that he was also playing dress up too because of his mask, so as a joke you encouraged him to wear a grooms outfit so you matched

After he changed and you joked around about a ceremony not being complete without a kiss

He took this seriously as he thought that the both of you were legitimately getting married, that you were now mrs Hewitt

He quickly kissed you which turned into the two of you having gentle, romantic sex on the floor of the bridal shop

This was life changing in Thomas’s eyes, he was now married to you, a beautiful angel

So he was quick to anger when you tried leaving

You were his angel, his blessing, HIS wife and you were trying to leave?

Before you could even explain your hoisted over his shoulder and put into the car before he knocks you out after you threw some unsavoury words at him

He couldn’t wait to bring you home, after all what’s a better birthday gift for Luda may then a daughter in law and future grand babys?

Baby firefly

You and baby met when you were at a skeevy bar with your friends

She instantly spotted you and thought you were beautiful so she came up to you and started flirting up a storm

You gave in and bought her a drink

This quickly turned into you going down on her in the ladies toilets

She felt like she was in heaven with the way you moved your tongue and gave her immense pleasure

This became a Friday night routine as she always found you so the two of you could hook up

This was until you started going on dates with other people on Fridays instead of meeting up with baby

She’s furious, you were her little toy to break and put back together

She kills off of all your dates until you have no option but return back to her as she’s the only reliable romantic interest you had

This is where she wants you, vulnerable and craving her

You’ll be joining the firefly’s in no time

Otis driftwood

You met Otis when he and the other firefly’s kidnapped you and your friends

He knew you were his type and you used it up your advantage as you thought sleeping with his might get you a chance to escape

Otis accepts your advances, thinking you’d be a good fuck before he killed you

So he held your hips down as he pounded into you while you pulled out your most pornograthic noises in an attempt to get him to like it more

After he’s done he smells your strawberry scented hair and looks Into your intoxicating eyes and he knows right then and there

He’s keeping you

He makes you watch as he kills your friends in an attempt to make you fear him to make you more submissive to his actions

You end up resisting him more so he decides to show you some sketch’s of his future creations

It’s creepy enough until the sketches start to look more and more eerily similar to you

Otis reminds you that If you play a good little firefly, he won’t need to make any more creations for a while

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #yandere bo Sinclair x reader #yandere michael myers x reader #yandere thomas hewitt #yandere slashers x reader #yandere baby firefly x reader #michael myers x reader smut #bo sinclair x reader smut #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #vincent sinclair x gender neutral reader #vincent sinclair x reader smut #yandere Vincent Sinclair x reader

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