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et6rnalsun · 3 months ago

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YOU GON’ MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE FOR A WHILE (WOULD YOU FUCK ME?)

is your best friend really your best friend or is it just a way to cover the sexual tension that drowns out your lost common sense? good question.

95% of the time matt wanted to give in to that burning temptation, the other 5% he just did it carelessly.

that five percent had manifested itself on a saturday night filled with boredom and complete dullness, nothing interesting or stimulating enough to completely turn the day around — except for chris animatedly yapping about his umpteenth failed talking stage of the month downstairs. you were lying on matt’s bed while he absentmindedly fixed his hair in the mirror, getting ready to go out after hours of begging him to do so.

on one hand, he was also desperately trying not to look in your direction. christ, you should realize on your own that you were in a position far too provocative for any human with an ounce of hormones. you were lying on your stomach, shirt slightly hiked up to reveal your soft skin, back arched enough to highlight your curves that he drooled over daily. he had to get a grip.

“please, go and try not to wear emo clothes,” you subtly teased, your cheek snugly pressed against the palm of your hand as you turned your body more to watch him get ready. he just rolled his eyes at that, the sassiness of it enough to make you chuckle. “i’m not emo. black jus’ suits me” he turned to meet your gaze just as he was putting on his chain, his head bowed slightly. “plus i thought you liked it?”

you scoffed, but a smirk still tugged at the corners of your mouth. “i do” you shrugged, your eyes trailing down his frame and the way the chain dangled down his neck — making him shiver at the mere gesture. as you watched and talked to him, you noticed his obvious struggle in putting the thing on, probably not being able to latch it. so you stood up, adjusting your shirt that was out of place after laying down in that way, before approaching him.

“you could ask for help” you positioned yourself behind him, raising yourself slightly on tiptoe to latch the chain.

he chuckled lightly at the fact that you immediately sensed his need, and turned to look at you. he tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “alright, thanks,” he trailed, licking his lips. “you read my mind or somethin’?” you felt small under his gaze, and you crossed your arms instinctively, “it was simply a pitiful scene. anyone would’ve understood”

but his hands automatically rested on your arms seconds after your gesture, slowly unwrapping and bringing them up to move around his neck—his rings touching your skin made your stomach knot even tighter.

how the fuck were you supposed to react? you hugged each other often, yes, but this was too intimate to not miss a heartbeat or two. “are you tryin’ to suffocate yourself with my hands?” you tried to joke about it, easing the strange tension that was building between you.

matt was only fueling the tension, though. the fact that his hands had subsequently moved down your waist wasn’t helping; your bodies now close enough to touch, breaths mingling with each other. “you can try,” he replied, breathing a little too heavy as he took in your scent.

you rolled your eyes, trying not to meet his gaze. “looks like you want simple affection to me”

“maybe” but no, he didn’t. his touch felt too urgent to be something as simple as some friendly affection. you felt his hands squeezing your hips a little too tightly, fingertips digging into your skin little by little, desperate to feel you closer. and the heat of his body was strong enough to reveal his true state of mind. “it’s not weird for me to want it”

your arms wrapped around his neck more properly for a hug, letting your fingers sink lazily into his messy hair. “you’re right” you murmured lowly, letting him melt into you. you tried to ignore how his lips then trailed along your jaw to reach your neck, skin exposed by the position of your head, their softness sending little shivers down your spine. he had started leaving wet kisses, actions a little bolder after feeling how you tightened your grip on his locks, enough to make him let out a quiet hum against your throat. the sound made you head spin, your body responding to his touch before your mind could catch up.

"you feel so good," matt sighed, voice husky as his lips grazed your pulse. your own breathing was uneven now, your fingers threading through his hair as you let your head tilt further, offering him more—silent permission. his grip on your waist tightened slightly, and he let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. “is this okay?"

“not really, no” your back was now leaning against the wall of his room, and you felt too much of a prisoner in those actions that seemed simply wrong for someone who had been your bestfriend for so long.

he raised an eyebrow, pulling away from your neck with a small and wet pop—the sound of his mouth letting go of the patch of skin he’d sucked and bit to leave a mark. “no?” he was skeptical, not believing your words. “bet you’re so wet as you say this”

you pressed your legs together. “i’m not gettin’ wet for this little” you challenged subtly, trying to keep your breathy tone hidden. you were pretty sure that your panties were now stained from the desire he had made you feel in just a few minutes, and you could clearly feel it dripping in a sinful, haunting way.

he placed a hand on your leg, slowly running his fingers up to where your shorts ended, moving closer to your inner thigh. “i think i should touch to see if you’re lyin’ or not”

you beat him into the game, placing your hand over the bulge of his pants, the corners of your lips turning up in a smirk as you slowly tightened your grip. “well, you’re so hard” you hummed, watching as his face changed with his lip bitten so hard by his teeth you were sure you’d see blood soon. “so you can’t really talk about me bein’ wet”

“no shit” he breathed out, placing a hand over yours to move it slightly, groaning softly at the sensation. you followed the way he guided your hand, squeezing it ever so slightly as it strained against the fabric of his jeans, begging to come out. he then rested his forehead against your shoulder, moaning against it, moving his hips to feel more.

“you’re not goin’ to cum on me, are you?” you teased.

matt rolled his eyes, both in pleasure and annoyance. “you think i’m that pathetic?”

before you could nod at his words and answer positively to the question, chris's shrill voice reached your ears from downstairs; “move your ass! i’m hungry and i’m not gon wait for you to finish fuckin’”

you pulled away with a giggle, taking advantage of his almost weak state to push him aside and free yourself from the wall he had created with his body that blocked your way. “you heard him” you shrugged as if you were innocent — as if you weren’t leaving him with a dripping boner, a white stain ruining the front of his pants. by the time he turned to react to everything that happened in a matter of seconds, you already disappeared down the stairs.

“fuckfuckfuck” he cursed under his breath, looking down at the mess you made. he was only going to die only after he made you pay for it, he was sure of it.

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monstersholygrail · 10 months ago

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Do Hybrid!Readers count?

I’m thinking of a monster Reader being kept for research purposes and catching the attention of the newest hire. Cheeky, beastly Reader with an awkward, nerdy scientist who unsuccessfully tries to hide his infatuation. He stares for too long, finds pathetic excuses to work overtime, and pretends to be deeply interested in whatever topic involves Reader. Lately, he’s been spotted reading a book about Reader’s kind, particularly mating habits. For, uh, science, mind you.

Alternatively, it can be a human Reader in a monster lab. I just found the dynamic funny. :)

Aaaah, yes yes! It definitely counts, I love this sorta dynamic. It can be really hilarious and a ton of fun ^_^

None of the Scientists in the lab could really figure you out. You were a giant beast who appeared naturally incredibly threatening. So all the scientists had been a bit hesitant to get in close and really figure out what kind of Hybrid you were exactly.

But they just had to. Because for some reason, some idiot had accidently leaked to the press that they had you in custody. Before they knew it there were countless pictures and articles plastered all over the internet about you. People wanted answers and they sadly had to be the ones to get them. So they brought in a specialist.

The young Scientist stared up at you in awe the first time he met you. He couldn’t actually believe he was meeting you up close. He didn’t know how to react. In fact, he didn’t know anything at all when it came to you. You see, he wasn’t actually a hybrid specialist. He was a scientist, that part was true! Everything else may have been a slight exaggeration on his application.

He just wanted to see you so so bad. He had to. The moment he saw those pictures of you he knew the two of you were meant to be. You were the reason he had never totally clicked with humans, couldn’t keep a partner, and had never fallen in love. His heart was waiting for you.

And now that he was with you, he needed to know everything about you. Not only to sate his own desire but also, ya know, to keep his job. Or else some foolish human might try and separate him from you again. It left him fawning over you constantly, watching you all day everyday, always staying late just so he could be alone with you for a couple hours, and butting in whenever someone tried to talk about you. Because of course he knew you best.

His growing knowledge of you left him convinced you were nearing your heat. Your restless behavior. The way you kept banging against the glass trying to get to him. Over the weeks you had noticed his interest and his care and yours had grown just as much. You had chosen him as your mate and he wanted to be there for you.

The only thing he could think to do was read books on mating behaviors. Of just about every single Hybrid species you could possible be.

Stacks of books surround him in the lab. His interest of you hadn’t gone unnoticed by the others. Not by a long shot. But they brushed off his strange behavior if jt kept him closer to you and them farther away. They avoid him now too, looking at him like the absolute freak he is as they realize what he’s reading.

Their worry doesn’t decrease when he later explains how you need to mate soon in order to keep you in check. They look at him like he’s truly gone insane and maybe he has. The wild look in his eye has only grown more intense the more he’s been around you without truly being with you.

He convinces them with the idea that you’ll be better after you’ve mated. Easier to handle. More open to having experiments done on you while your body is sated and exhausted after being fucked for hours on end. While in reality, from what he’s studied, the opposite is true.

He doesn’t plan on letting them go anywhere within a mile of you. Not with injections, chemicals, and especially not with their grubby little hands. No, only he can touch you. Only he deserves to be near your beauty and grace.

After you mate with him you’re going to be even more wild and destructive, your instincts inflamed and ready to fight. He’s gonna use that to get you two out of that lab if it’s the last thing he does.

Meanwhile the other scientists don’t suspect a thing as they stand a safe distance away from the cage as it opens to let the young scientist inside. The metal door snaps shut once he’s inside and he feels like he can finally breathe now that there’s nothing keeping you two a part.

Mirroring smirks grow on your faces, your expressions speaking of a secret just between the two of you. And as you both finally meet each other in a passionate embrace, you know this will be a wild night that will end with your freedom and a mate by your side.

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horreurscopes · 2 months ago

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the whole adhd going trendy thing that's now being discussed in, like, npr podcasts (insofar as tiktok is an extension of "the mainstream") is fascinating because that was basically a stage of self actualization that tumblr went through, like, at least three or four years ago. y'know; that's not a symptom of adhd, that's a common human experience. everyone forgets to eat produce in the fridge sometimes. everyone's mind occasionally wanders during a conversation, and so on.

but at least in circles of tumblr with critical thinking skills this has led to better insights, "culturally" (as in - people here don't have to go looking themselves for anti-psychiatry literature to encounter these ideas; it is something that can be absorbed via osmosis if one is interested in social justice and sees relevant topics on the dashboard, which i think is generally a good thing), about the systems of oppression that lead people to attach themselves to these medicalized labels; why, for example, a diagnosis that means "there is something broken in my biological make-up that makes me ontologically unable to complete tasks, and therefore it is not my fault, nor a moral reflection of my character, if i am unable to work myself to exhaustion" might be so appealing to so many people in a society where creating capital for the ruling class via wage slavery is a sign of virtue; and what incentives the psychiatric institution may have to both diagnose and medicate people to fix "can't work" syndrome.

(and yes, people here still debate to exhaustion what "actually adhd" vs, lets say, "culturally adhd" means; but that's not what this post is about. to me it is very similar to the chemical imbalance model of depression: is it likely there are certain individuals who one day, simply and for no reason, experience their ability to feel joy "turning off"; or even individuals who are more genetically vulnerable to becoming depressed when faced with adverse circumstances [the way a tendency towards alcoholism can be inherited]; but these are a small number in comparison to the great majority of depression sufferers who would not be labelled "mentally ill", were it not for the systemic circumstances one is unable to escape, and consequently, cope with.)

and yet now that this conversation has reached the "mainstream", it boggles the mind that the conclusion even the most liberal cultural outlets reach all basically amount to "we need better, more accurate diagnostic tools" and a call for more nuance in psychiatry, so as to better distinguish those "real" sufferers of broken brain disease, who are then allowed to use stimulant drugs to be shaped back into the rank and file (aka, people who have a magical brain that reacts in a special, morally acceptable way to stimulant drugs as long as they are not used recreationally), from the "fakers", who need to grit their teeth through their personal failure to make themselves do shit they would not choose to do were it not for the threat of starvation, homelessness and death, and pull themselves up by their bootstraps (aka, people who have normal non-magical brains which respond to stimulant drugs in dirty, hedonistic, cheating-the-system ways).

and not, you know, the fact that "working yourself to death doing dull boring punishing work" culture might be the biggest cause for people identifying with "really struggle to work myself to death doing dull boring punishing work" syndrome, or than an institution founded on categorizing people via their inability to conform to a set of social norms that do not exist in an apolitical vacuum, might have an incentive to create a label for it.

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xoxomilesteller · 3 months ago

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soldier boy finds your tumblr page | MDNI

cw: slapping (thigh, ass, face, vaginal), spitting, degradation, use of pet names (angel), bondage, dom sb, sb invading privacy, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial, i think that’s it? Oh drug usage as well (bad grammar too idk if thats a warning but yw if thats a big no for you)

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you’ve always been a quiet girl. you like to say that you’re just quiet, not shy. (or maybe you’re in denial). you really don’t have much to say about things and it gives people the wrong impression. they think that you find them annoying or that you’re just awkward, but you’re not. you’re just peaceful and quiet in a world full of the opposite

so when ben met you, he was grateful. you don’t bother him at all, you were his angel. he couldn’t think of anyone better as a babysitter. you were easy on the eyes too. he loved your short skirts, your flimsy shirts that would be so easy to rip off, how soft your skin looked. he would speak out loud and you would hum, acknowledging him. there were times where he would want to talk

“angel,” you don’t know when the nickname happened but it never bothered you, “why don’t you talk to me, always have that cute nose in your phone” his voice radiates through your body. ben’s flirty, you knew that, but it also doesn’t bother you. you just don’t entertain it, in fact, you like it way too much

growing up, your family loved watching vought movies. your particular favorites were the ones that soldier boy starred in, physically, not the animated ones. not that you didn’t like them, his voice was extremely attractive, but something about watching him get all dirty and bloody just did something to you. of course ben doesn’t know this, you never mentioned it because last thing you need is for him to know about your crush on him

“i just don’t have much to say” your voice is soft and you keep your attention on your phone, “i find the stories you tell me very interesting” you add on and turn off your phone, facing it screen down “i just don’t think too much of it, i literally can’t cause I’ve never been in your position. i can’t add on to what you say” you shrug

ben hums. he actually feels very pleased that you enjoy his stories. you honestly like his voice more, but he fell for the trap. he started talking about how some of his assistants at vought back then would pay and beg him to sleep with them.

you have immense self control. you don’t react to words to the human eye. ben has eyes like a hawk, again, you know this. so when he starts going into detail about how exactly he quite literally put them through the mattress, you stayed still. no reaction. except your core was throbbing, aching.

it had been a while since you touched yourself. you knew better. ben’s damn superpowers, he’d be able to hear everything. you’d usually try to when ben was on a mission with butcher, but it’s been a while (a week) since he’s been on one. you like to think that he can’t smell your arousal, he’s never mentioned it and ben is everything but quiet in that department.

before becoming ben’s babysitter in the safe house, there wouldn’t be a day that you didn’t touch yourself. under all that quiet, you were a whore. you’ve slept with people before, but they never gave you what you needed. sure they got you your orgasm, at least every now and then, but you needed something.. meaner. you were also shy there. you didn’t exactly know how to tell them to slap you on the face, spit on you, tie you up.

God your tumblr page would be the death of you. you’ve created the perfect page. tons of gifs and clips of how exactly you wanted to be treated. matter a fact, whenever you did watch porn, you look for a ben look alike or a man in soldier boy cosplay.

it’s gotten bad. midway through ben’s story, you found an excuse to go outside, saying that ben’s plug was here. he was, but you were counting down the minutes until he arrived.

when he texted that he was here, you replied and set your phone down on your side of the couch. you had your settings so that your screen wouldn’t turn off at all, since it had gotten annoying when you were reading fics about ben.

you walked off to greet the man and gather ben’s drugs and alcohol.

ben however, reached over to your phone. butcher had requested that you teach ben how to use one, to your knowledge it went through one ear and out the other. ben actually listened and pretended to not care. he struggled to get out of messages, but he managed to find your notifications, many were from tumblr.

“who the fuck is tumblr?” he whispers to himself, a bit jealous and clicks on the notification.

he was taken aback. you yourself are a fanfic writer for ben, obviously. he skimmed over some texts, words like choking, spitting, and slapping sticking out to him. he couldn’t tell what was going on, who wrote what, why it was on your phone, but he saw his name multiple times and now his sweatpants were becoming tight.

before you were able to come back in, he went into the bathroom with your phone. he didn’t know what he clicked, but now all he’s seeing as he continues scrolling is women getting degraded in ways feminism doesn’t exist. ballgags, rope, leather, whips, everything. he softly groans at the sight, but he’s confused why its on yourphone. he continues scrolling until he stops in his tracks.

a clip of a man in soldier boy cosplay pounding into a tied up girl who is crying.

he stays hypnotized by the small clip. questions like “why is this on my angel’s phone?”, “is she watching this?”, “is she into this? Me?”

ben doesn’t know what to think but his left hand is wrapped around your phone case and his right hand is palming himself through his sweats. he could always smell you, he thought it was your natural daily scent, since that’s always what he smelled around him. he just thought you were always that.. wet.

he smirks to himself, his confidence skyrocketing to a level he didn’t think was possible. he opens the bathroom door and pauses, his eyes widening when he sees you searching for your phone in the crevices of the sofa. your skirt was riding up, revealing the damp spot on your lacy panties. he puts your phone into his pocket and resumes palming himself at the sight of you bent over. he clears his throat and bites back a groan when he sees your pussy clench.

you straighten up but keep your back to him, “have you seen my phone? swear i left it there” you point to where your phone was and scratch your head

ben takes a step closer, “i’ll help you find it,” his voice is much raspier, “but i actually have a question about” he slips both hands into the pockets of his sweats and pauses, searching on how to word it

you turn to face him and sit down, pinching your brows, trying to help him, “is it about something with your phone? can you not turn it on?”

ben chuckles darkly, “you underestimate me angel” he pokes his cheek with his tongue

he looks so hot.

you’re throbbing even more now.

and ben? ben figured you out. he can smell you getting more aroused and it is taking everything in him to not stuff his cock into your mouth. he wants to milk this, watch you squirm, watch that wall you put up to come down.

ben sits on the couch next to you, spreading his legs wide. his new york giants jersey covering the massive bulge in his sweats and the outline of your phone.

“you said you signed me up for an app”

you nod, “yeah, instagram. It’s a social media app but it’s just so that when you actually do decide to pay attention to my lessons, you can use it, why’re you asking?”

he wants to wrap his hand around your throat, wants to tell you to shake off that innocent look and tone you have.

instead, he says “what’s the point of instagram?”

you sit back on the couch, crossing your legs, ben’s eyes follow and you notice it. but at the same time, he loves his grandmas, rightfully so, so you don’t think too much of it. you can’t really blame him when you yourself like a grandpa.

“so you can keep up with the people you follow. You can also explore on there, the more things you like, more things similar to that will show up until you’ve curated the perfect page for your interests” you answer, not knowing you’ve practically snitched on yourself

“are all social media apps like that?” he asks, his smirk twitching on his face

“um yeah basically. so are you gonna help me look for my phone now?”

“nah, not yet” he scrunches up his nose and takes the bag of white pills on the coffee table and opens it. before you can get up he reaches out for your wrist. the feel of his rough hand and grip sends electricity throughout your entire body. “didn’t say you leave,” his voice is commanding, “sit back down”

you listen without a second thought and your obedience makes his cock twitch. he leans over to grab a tray and spills all the pills onto the tray. he grabs his knife from the table and places it in your hands. you look at him confused and he scoots closer to you.

“crush ‘em up f’me” he whispers into your ear

you maintain your cool. how? you don’t know, but you oblige

you wrap your right hand around the handle of his knife and use the butt of it to crush up the pills. ben just wanted to see your hand wrapped around something and moving it while testing your ability to do as you’re told. he’s satisfied, but you’re not crushing them up the way he wants.

so obviously he wraps his hand over yours and uses his hand to lead. he applies more pressure and moves the knife much quicker.

you’re barely hanging on by a thread.

and what does Ben do?

“there ya go” he coos

Your breath hitches and he finally has you where he wants you

“line ‘em up for me angel” he nudges his head

you nod and use the blade of the knife to line the powder up. your hands aren’t shaking, but your jaw is clenched. Hard

ben chuckles at it and tilts his head, watching you in admiration of your ability to obey. he looks down at the tray and sees that you’re almost done

“put it on the knife and bring it to my nose”

ben’s voice sends shivers down your spine and heat that your panties can hardly contain.

he’s enjoying this. your little reactions make his painful bulge worth it

you carefully scoop a line onto the spine of the knife. you slowly bring it to his face and he holds your arm steady. you look into his eyes, they’re dark. he looks like a predator calculating his prey’s’ next move.

he snorts the line and throws his head back onto the headrest of the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. he opens his eyes and looks at you.

“you should try some” he lifts his head up and takes the knife from your hands.

you stay quiet.

he nods and scoops some powder onto his thumb and smears it on your lower lip. you stay still and your heartbeat quickens. ben smirks when he hears it pick up. he scoops some more onto his thumb and brings it to your mouth again, your eyes following his thumb since it’s easier than meeting his predatory gaze.

“look at me” he commands and you listen. his once green eyes are black and your eyes? still have the innocence you’re playing coy with

“open” his thumb is in between your top and bottom lip. you open your mouth and he sticks his thumb into it. “don’t you dare look away angel” he threatens and you swirl your tongue around the pad of his thumb, collecting the fine powder.

he removes his thumb and quickly you sit back, trying to recollect yourself.

“i need my phone” you mutter and turn to look behind the couch. maybe you placed it on the headrest and it fell behind there.

ben’s eyes travel up and down your body while you’re on your knees, head against the wall trying to search for the phone that is in his pocket. he runs a hand over his bearded face.

“i’m sure you do” he says gruffly. you hear him shift and all of a sudden he’s right behind you, hands on either side of your head and pushing against the wall. he moves the couch back, so you can see better, but he stays there even after he’s done.

“being shy is one thing angel,” he leans his upper half in closer, lips grazing your ear, “but what you’re hiding in this damn phone is something else”

“w-what?” you don’t bother to turn your head to face him, afraid of what just might happen

he removes one hand from the wall and reaches down to his pocket. he grabs your phone and places his hand back on the wall, trapping you in with your phone in between the wall and his palm.

“see, just by the look at you, you’re a sweet girl. you’re quiet. shy. but back in my day, whores would not be afraid to ask me what they want,” his smirk grows when he hears your breathing pick up, “if it was just me and them, they would ask and beg. why is that now the world is so sex positive, that you’re so shy about it, hm?”

“i don’t know what-“

“shut the fuck up” the harshness of his voice makes you ache for him more, “i saw it. Saw it all. the ballgags, the crying, me. fuck even the spitting which is new for me. gotta lil’ crush on me baby? that hard for you to ask for what you want?” he removes his empty hand from the wall to turn your head to face him, “look at me” he demands “anyone else knows about this? How much of a slut you really are under all that innocence, hm?”

you take a deep breath “how are you supposed to tell someone to treat you like that?” you ask softly

ben throws your phone onto the couch and turns you around so you can face him, his gaze has softened. he puts a hand under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly, “just like that angel. that’s how you ask. get on your knees in front of the couch”

You do as you’re told. ben sits back down onto the couch, grabbing a joint and a lighter. you’re in between his legs, looking up and him as he exhales the smoke. he looks down at you and chuckles, “you know what to do” he nudges your body with his leg

you sit up and reach your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants. he lifts up his hips to help you pull them down.

you always knew Ben had a huge dick. but thinking and actually seeing are two different things.

his cock springs up and hit his stomach. ben being the slut he is, he wears no underwear. your eyes are wide looking at the veiny and thick organ. you have no clue how you’re gonna fit that into your mouth.

“what’s fuckin’ takin you so damn long?” he groans and looks down again and laughs “not used to an actual man angel?” he puts out the joint and sets it on the tray. he wraps one of his big hands around the base and the other slithers its way to the back of your head, bringing you closer. he slaps it on your cheek twice and runs the angry red tip over your lips, “you better open this fuckin mouth”

you open your mouth and take his tip, not going much further than 1/4 of his entire length. you suck and swirl your tongue over it, earning a groan from him.

“i know you can do better than that angel”

you look up at him and he places his thumbs where your cheekbones and jaw connect. he starts rubbing circles, massaging the muscles which makes you both moan and open your mouth further to take more of him.

“there we fuckin’ go” he moans and throws his head back “that mouth, Jesus fuckin’ Christ you are a whore”

his words make you hum and he starts thrusting his hips into your struggling mouth

“you like that, huh?” he scoffs “too bad I’m gettin bored of this”

he is so mean, it makes your thighs clench. you remove your mouth from it, strings of saliva connecting you to his veiny dick

“i didn’t tell you to stop”

“i know” your voice is hoarse and you place your hands around his cock, the tips of your fingers don’t even touch. you start stroking him up and down, twisting your wrist. he hums and rolls his eyes

“you better put that mouth back on-“ he gets cut off by his own groan

you placed both of his balls into your mouth, sucking on them while stroking him and watching his reaction. he throws his head back, veins bulging from his neck. you run your thumb over the red tip, his hips jolt up

“that’s it angel. fuck” he smiles

you moan at his words. he snakes his hand to the back of your neck, keeping your mouth sealed around his balls. he then slides his hand up, pulling your hair to pull you back, earning a moan from you.

“tap my thigh 3 times and i’ll stop”

you nod and open your mouth, relaxing it as much as you can. he shoves his long and thick cock into your mouth and pushes your head down as far as it can go, which isn’t too much

“guess I gotta teach you how to suck a real cock now too. work this pretty mouth open. Look at me bitch.” he hisses and your tear filled eyes flicker up to him “fuckkkkk you really look like a whore now. watching that sweet face gettin stretched out by my cock. shit. can’t wait to see, feel, that pretty pussy flutter open”

you pathetically start grinding yourself onto the heel of your foot, ben obviously notices this and he gently slaps your face “if you fuckin cum before me, we’re really boutta have an issue” he warns and immediately you stop but your thighs keep rubbing together

“fuck me” he grits out “if I knew you were such a desperate whore I woulda done this a long time ago” he laughs darkly “gonna paint that face with my cum” his hips start moving frantically in your mouth before he suddenly removes himself and starts stroking at an insane pace while keeping your head steady with his other hand

with a loud grunt, warm fluid shoots out of him, landing all over your face. the amount he shot out was more than an average man. there is so much. most of it landed on your face, some on his jersey, some in your hair. he scoops some of it up and smears it on your lips

“there ya go angel, see? got lip gloss on again” he winks

but what caught him by surprise was when you licked the cum that landed on his jersey, lapping him up. his dick practically got hard again at the sight of you covered in his cum and cleaning him up, tasting the warmth and saltiness of him

“atta girl, clean me up. take off your panties while you’re at it too” he stuffs himself back into his sweats, ignoring how tight they’re about to feel again

you giggle and do so. they were stuck onto you because of how wet you are. he holds out his hand where you placed your white lacy panties in his palm

“well fuck i was gonna clean you up with them,” he runs his thumb over the soaked and only piece of cotton there was on them “but looks like they can’t soak up anymore huh. fuck it” he shrugs and picks you up effortlessly so you straddle his thigh. to your surprise, he starts licking your face, to clean you up. your eyes widen

he slaps your face, a bit harder this time, “i’m not a fuckin pussy who’s afraid to taste himself” he wipes his hand clean on your tank top and you whine which makes him laugh “what? you worried bout your little shirt”

“well yeah kinda i spent money on” he rips the tank top off “this..” you don’t finish your sentence in shock and ben smirks. “what the actual hell? that was brandy it was expensive” he uses one of the pieces of your torn up tank top to wipe his beard clean

“what I’m about to do to you is gonna make that shirt feel worthless” he whispers into your ear

he stands up, taking you with him. he brings you into his room and throws you on his bed. ben looks down at his sweatpants and groans when he sees a patch of wetness on it. he looks in his nightstand and takes out some black rope. he grumbles and mutters something to himself and continues searching until he pulls out some pink rope and sets it beside your head

he hovers over you, spreading your thighs, the cold air hitting your dripping core. he places kisses over your jawline to your ear, where he nibbles on it, “choose a safe word you have 5 seconds before I choose one for you”

“banana” you say quickly

“banana it is” he mumbles, “don’t give me that sir shit either, only name I wanna hear come outta that slutty mouth is ben, ya hear me?” you nod “good girl”

he places his mouth on yours, he’s kissing you roughly and demandingly, sucking the breath out of you. the air feels hot and heavy. one of his hands go under your squirming body to your back to unclasp your bra expertly. he removes his mouth to admire your chest “Goddamn these tits” he licks his lips and his hands squeeze them, a soft moan leaving your mouth. he shakes your tits and groans. he reaches for the rope beside your head and starts unraveling it. he takes both of your wrists in one hand and starts tying them to the headboard. he fastens the knot and runs his hands down your body, to the waistband of your skirt. he slides them under and removes it as well, feeling the goosebumps rise on your legs, leaving you bare before him. he takes your legs into his hands, and folds you in half. he ties your ankles to the headboard as well while leaving you all spread and exposed. the position is humiliating, but his eyes are eating you up.

ben sits back on his knees, rubbing his hands up and down the backs of your thighs, looking directly at your dripping, needy core. “well thats a damn sight if i’ve seen one” he chuckles to himself and lightly slaps your hamstrings “all these grandmas i’ve been fuckin not knowing i had a naturally wet pussy waiting for me 24/7. shit. bet it’s tight ass fuck too isn’t it, hm? well most women feel like virgins to me because.. well you know”

“please” you softly say, his voice is taunting and making you pathetic

“need me to touch you angel? need me to make you feel good?”

you nod eagerly, you’re so pathetic.

ben stands up and you strain against the rope. he returns back with his crushed up pills and your phone. he pours some of the white powder down the valley of your breasts down to your belly button “tell me angel,” he sets the tray down on the nightstand and hovers over you, “who got you into all this?” he begins snorting the powder off of you

you gulp, “so actually” you giggle nervously and ben flickers his eyes up at you, “it was you”

he finishes snorting the line and moves his head up to your ear “how?”

you stay quiet

he slaps your pussy, making you throw your head back at the burning and stinging sensation. it only adds to your arousal “you’re gonna have to talk if you want to cum today”

“well you just look so” your breath hitches when he starts kissing down your throat, leaving red and purple bruises “so dominating a-and” you moan when he sinks his teeth down on the mound of your breast “i grew up having a crush on you. found things that would add onto my imagination and fant-asies” he latches his mouth around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud while rolling the other one in his thumb and index finger. you moan and arch your back, he slaps one of your tits, urging you to keep talking, “you put the idea in my mind. whenever i look at you there’s nothing more that i want then to be used by you”

he removes his mouth from your nipple, his lips swollen and covered in saliva “where the hell have you been my entire life?” he wastes no time in leaving bruising and wet kisses down the soft skin of your stomach. each kiss and touch, has you more and more under his spell. his face is in front of your sopping wet pussy. he bites down on your inner thigh, making you gasp. he sticks out his tongue and licks up each lip, ignoring where you’re throbbing and aching the most.

you lift your hips up as much as the rope allows you to at the warm sensation of his tongue, “please ben” you whimper his name

he did not hesitate at your words. usually he’d wait, but with what you just told him? how could he keep his angel waiting for more?

his warm, experienced tongue licks a stripe up the center, flicking your clit a few times. you moan loudly and your nails dig into your palms.

“sensitive like a virgin” he mutters against you, the vibrations of his voice adding to the building pleasure. he returns back to your weeping cunt, his eyes never leaving your face, watching you scrunch up in pleasure while his name rolls off your tongue. “you taste so fuckin good” he starts rolling his hip into his mattress, getting off to your pleasure, same way you did earlier. he’s lapping at your entrance, drinking you up. his grip is firm on the backside of your thighs, keeping you from grinding yourself onto his face.

and his damn beard. it’s tickling and scratching you perfectly. you just want to pull on his hair, the pleasure being too much.

he shakes his head, trying to delve in deeper, the moan that left your mouth was a sound you never made before and you feel his lips curve into a cocky smile

ben returns back to your clit, your body straining against the rope again, not caring about the burning sensation it’s giving you. his right hand slides down to your entrance, probing it with his middle finger

“ben” you cry out his name when he sticks his ring and middle finger into your hole. he groans at the tightness. he thrusts them into you before scissoring his fingers

“gotta work this little pussy open like that mouth” he latches his lips again to suck on your clit. his fingers hit that gummy spot that makes you see stars

the rooms fills with your moans and squelching sounds of your walls sucking his fingers in as you clench around them

“b-ben” you moan out his name, the ropes digging into your soft skin

“nuh not yet, i ain’t done here”

he adds a third finger while flicking his tongue at an unbelievable speed

“fuck” you practically scream out at the stretch and he chuckles

you cannot hold it back anymore. your walls clench his fingers so tight and your legs shake as he gives you one of your most intense orgasms. he works you through it, not stopping until it’s over. you pant, chest rising up and down rapidly and he laps up every drop of you. he slides his hands up your body, striking you on your face, making you moan

“what the fuck did i tell you, hm?”

“t-that you”re not done”

“that I’m not fuckin done”

“i’m sorry-“

he slaps your sensitive pussy, making you squeeze your eyes shut, “no fuck that” his voice is stern. he rips off the rope, ignoring the bruising marks on your wrists and ankles and flips you over onto your stomach. he pushes your hips up so your ass is arched and in perfect view

“keep those hands near your head, if I even see you try to move them i’m tying you up again and leaving you there”

each of his hands massage and grip onto the globes of your ass, spreading to see his perfect wet pussy. he presses his bulge onto it, making you grind your hips on it before his hand slaps your left cheek “don’t fuckin move” he threatens and grips onto your hip, keeping you steady. he leans over you, pressing his torso onto your back and he thrusts his clothed bulge into you, making you moan softly at the feeling of something that can end this aching inside of you. his right hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to meet his hungry eyes “you feel that?” he doesnt give you a second to respond before slapping your ass cheek again, “answer me whore” his voice rasps

“i feel it” you reply, though it was more breath than voice

“all i wanted to do was bury myself deep inside of you, but you had to be a fuckin slut and cum without my permission” he lands another slap on your ass, tears prickle in your eyes at the pain that quickly fades into pleasure.

you lost count at how many times he spanked you. tears ran down your cheeks, mascara and makeup definitely ruined now, but you were sure that tomorrow you would not be able to sit down and there would be bruises of his handprint, not that you’d mind. you just knew that when this night was over, you will sit in front of the mirror, naked, admiring the mark he left on you. physically and mentally.

you felt the weight of him disappearing and you hear rustling beside you. ben flips you over, so you’re on your back again. you feel the mattress dip at his weight. he takes one leg and places it on his shoulder, the other one he leaves it resting on his hip. his eyes travel from your core up to your fucked out face.

God you looked so pretty he thought

not that he needed to, but he spit onto your pussy, watching the saliva travel down. the warmth of it dripping down on you makes you squirm. he rubs his cock on your soaked folds, watching it glisten in your arousal

“please, I need it” you whine out

“be patient” he demands and slaps it on your slit, watching your body jolt at every slap. he takes his tip and lines himself up at your entrance, but he moves it up so it rubs your clit instead

“b-en” you moan out the last half of his name when he finally places the tip inside of you, stretching you wide

his teeth are clenched, hard, fighting to not just slam into you. he wanted to make you feel him stretch you wide, little by little. he wanted to ruin other men to you. he knows his size is already massive, but he wanted more than to just physically loosen you up for any other ordinary man, he wanted to leave a mark in that pretty head of yours, reminding you there is no one else like him. so that’s exactly what he did.

he retracted his tip and thrusted into you, feeding you another inch. a yelp leaves your lips and you grip onto the bedsheets. he takes his hands and wraps them around your wrists, placing them onto his chest. he didn’t want to say it but he wanted to feel your hands on his skin. he repeats his motion, taking himself out just barely and giving you more of him. you claw at his chest but of course, no marks were left. your walls are squeezing him so damn tight. almost like they’re fighting his intrusion

“not even halfway in and you already can’t take it” he tsks and shakes his head “too fuckin bad i ain’t askin no more angel”

he continues his demeaning motions until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. he stills himself. he can usually control himself but the way you’re looking at him with that expression, the sounds you’re making, the way you’re gripping him so tight he feels like he might pass out.. it only spurs him on. his left hand stays secured on your hip and his right hand travels up to your throat, applying pressure at your pulse points

“let’s see another man stretch you out this fuckin good”

you moan at his words, because it’s the truth. you feel like you’re being split open, like you’re losing your virginity again. you can feel every vein, every ridge. you’ve never felt fuller

“Goddamn i knew this pussy would feel good to work open, got me feeling like i might suffocate. Fuck angel” he throws his head back and slowly moves his hips “gonna make this tight lil thing useless to another man, loosen you up real good” he chuckles and uses his left hand to slap your hip. his hips start moving a bit faster, louder, pornographic sounds leave your mouth and wet sounds from your core fill the room. you drag your hands up to the bottom of his head, tugging on the short hair there, earning moans from him

“fuck yeah keep doing that” he leans over closer and places more pressure around your throat “open” he commands

you open your mouth and he spits into it, watching you swallow it. you were going to be the death of him.

his hips move at a more brutal pace, now that your walls have somewhat welcomed him in more. all you can think was ben, ben, ben. that’s all that really left your mouth if he got lucky he was able to make out what you were saying

“turned you into a cock drunk whore didn’t i? can’t even say my fuckin name right you dumb slut”

you hate being called dumb. you rake your nails from his hair to his neck. you don’t know where you got the confidence from, but you slap ben across the face

both of you are caught by surprised. ben stills his hips, glaring at you. he is pissed. you are shocked you even did that. he slaps your tits, earning a moan from your lips

“do.” thrust “that.” thrust “again.” thrust

you moaned every time, his tip slamming into that sweet spot. you slap him again and he slaps your tits. he’s never been slapped, at least not during sex. he liked it. it didn’t hurt him, it was more teasing to him, adding onto his pleasure.

he starts rutting his hips into you, the sounds of his balls slapping onto you creating another pornographic noise “you’re gonna milk this old man dry angel” he chuckles and flickers his eyes down to your tits, watching them bounce with every harsh thrust. he feels your velvet walls clench down on him, “gonna cum f’me angel? yeah?” his voice is so taunting, it only makes you want him more and you nod “you better say my name and say it right whore” he spits and you try to say yes but the pleasure is just too much. it’s like your senses are heightened. every touch, every word, the feel of his breath fanning over your hot skin, watching his face trying to stay hardened but his brows scrunch up, his sounds.

“if I don’t hear my name roll off those pretty little lips this is the first and last time i ever make you feel this good” he warns

“ben” you moan his name

“atta girl” he moves his left hand to rub your clit in tight circle “who’s stretching you out so fuckin good, hm?”

“ben” you shout his name

“don’t you fuckin forget that shit either” he slaps your thigh “cum for me angel, go”

at his command, you gush around him, shouting his name and digging your nails so deep into his skin, it actually left a mark. for a few seconds.

ben is now moving for his pleasure, slamming his hips brutally into your overstimulated pussy

“pussy’s gonna need an ice pack when I’m done” he grits through his teeth, his hips are moving frantically, searching for his release “gonna put a baby in you, you feel so damn good” he whispers in your ear

“do it” you encourage him

“wasn’t fuckin asking dumb bitch”

“you slap him again and that’s when he buries himself as far as he can go, grunting as you feel him shoot his massive load into you. he even goes a step further and give you 3 hard thrusts when his orgasm washes over, ensuring some of it stays deep inside of you. he slips out, watching everything spill out of you

“never-fucking-mind. that’s a damn sight for sore eyes”

AN: MY FIRST SMUT PIECE GUYS idk lmk how i did any constructive criticism is good and i hope you guys have a wonderful day banner by: @cafekitsune

#soldier boy fic #smut #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #the boys tv #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #jensen x reader

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kakao-lovey · 4 months ago

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⁉¿? Wait a minute... Who are you?

Journaling prompts to find your identity when you're drowning in labels and subcultures

Let me be real with you. I'm a teenager, as I assume most of you reading this are (And if you're not, that's totally OK), and trying to find your identity often means trying on persona after persona, hoping that someday something will fit. Which, yes, it will, but I personally believe writing it out and exploring is so much more rewarding (and so much less embarrassing).

۶ৎ Create an overview

This is like writing a discord intro. Include your (Actual, chosen) name, gender identity, and so on, if you would like, but the most important part isn't that obvious.

How do I feel about my nationality? Am I proud of where I live? If I had to choose somewhere, anywhere to live, where would I choose?

What are my feelings towards my assigned gender? Where do I fall on the spectrum? Is my energy more masculine or feminine, or completely neutral?

What is my body image like? What do I like about the way I look, and what do I don't?

Do I actually feel like my bodily age? Younger, older?

Am I aligned with 'Human nature'? Do I enjoy being human, or would I rather be something else?

By taking these traits you were born with and evaluating, you start to get an idea of what you identify with, and what you don't. This is very important, but people often don't question things like this, as they seem a given (But end up unhappy with their view of themselves).

۶ৎ This versus that

Divide your page into a left side and a right side. On the left, write down your real-life answers to these questions. On the right, write what your 100% ideal version of yourself would say. Then compare.

How do I feel about going to school / university / my job?

How do I wake up feeling in the morning?

How do I express myself? (Clothing, makeup, art, music)

What does my friendship circle / lack thereof look like?

How does my brain think people see me? Do I care?

What does my living space look like?

How do I treat myself? Is it fair?

What goes on daily inside my head?

What are my goals in life?

How do I react to failure / disappointment?

What is my main coping mechanism?

What is the strongest opinion I have about myself?

How do my hobbies / activities contribute to my life?

What is my biggest vice?

What am I proud of, relating to my identity?

If it doesn't match up at all, no worries. The most important step to creating an identity for yourself is knowing who you want to be. For a long time I had no idea, and ended up becoming someone I strongly disliked, which is counterintuitive and mentally draining.

۶ৎ Words

Get yourself a blank piece of paper, and write down as many things as you can that interest you, describe you, or that you love. It doesn't have to be cohesive, follow a theme or anything like that, just words on a page. I'll do an example here:

Boba tea, meditation, blogging, Laufey, Cinnamoroll, studying, wonyoungism, skincare, medical dramas, Murakami, dusty pink, journaling, aquarium, cats, that girl/boy, Turkish delight, vanilla

۶ৎ Mood board / Vision board

As a highly visual person, I make collages from Pinterest all the time, and making one or a couple for yourself, or who you want to be, is a great exercise for identity and manifestation. Ideas for what to put on:

Photos related to your aesthetic

Indoor design that speaks to you

Photos of your hobbies

Items you would love to own, or already do

'Goals': photos of good grades, your desired appearance, money etc.

Fashion styles that you wear, or wish you could

Your future occupation

Photos conveying your mood lately

Media (Games, books, movies, shows) that you really enjoy

Your favourite album

An example:

Feel free to reply to this post with your answers!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Kakao

#self improvement #becoming that girl #it girl #glow up #self care #wonyoungism #manifestation #becoming her #that girl #glowing up #loablr #journaling #journal prompts

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apiciuscats · 3 months ago

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— YOU'RE A... CAT?! | Sakamoto Days

🐾 SUMMARY — After an experiment gone wrong, you've magically transformed into a cat! How does your partner react..?

🐾 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Uzuki Kei, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo, Natsuki Seba, Osaragi [separate]

CONTENT & NOTES — Established relationships, probably OOC characters, comedy and fluff, very very mild depictions of fighting [just in case !]. This is my first fic ever on tumblr, and my first official fanfic I ever shared online. I don't write often so keep that in mind before interacting or judging! I'm so nervous posting this. Any advice is appreciated 🥺

WC — 2.2k total. 200-300 per character.

SHIN ASAKURA —

Shin is not used to the change at all. His first thought is prioritizing getting you back. But looking at you now, sleeping in the sun, he starts to wonder if that’s what you really want. Your thoughts are stranger now, harder to read. Sometimes they only appear as images, and the voice in your mind is much quieter.

Lu is not alarmed at the change at all. In fact, she takes the opportunity to chase you around, trying to pet you or hold you. Shin chastises her to be more careful. She doesn’t offer any good advice on how to turn you back, either, and tries to get you to drink alcohol. Good thing you're still a human inside, or else that could have gone badly. He finds Sakamoto next, but he’s just as useless, only patting your head in silence.

While he’s at the counter focused on thinking, you jump next to him. He looks at your eyes. They’re the exact same colour as when you’re a human. He has to admit you turned into a very cute cat. He looks at you.

”Meow.”

He doesn’t get what you want, but he eventually reaches forward to pet you.

You leave fur all over him when you lie on his lap. He misses talking to you on breaks, but you still accompany him, tail swaying leisurely and letting Hana pet you, or playing with Piisuke when Heisuke comes by. You seem completely.. unbothered, at least for the time being. He takes a deep breath and tells himself to relax.

Admittedly he gets worried when he loses sight of you for the first time. He knows typical cats need their sleep and alone time, but he frets that perhaps some assassin took you. Why would an assassin take a cat in the first place, he doesn’t know, but he can’t help but worry anyway. He gets so relieved when he just finds you sleeping or hiding somewhere in the shop or returning from a walk with the Sakamotos.

Rating: 8/10. He plays with you and gets you back to human form quickly, and you get lots of attention from the employees of the store.

YOICHI NAGUMO —

He finds the temporary change so cute! You could be stressing out about it and he wouldn’t even care. Loves randomly picking you up and taking you along his merry way or assaulting you with pets. You know the videos where the owner pets their cats more aggressively each time? That’d 100% be him. He just likes teasing you too much!

He buys you all types of cat toys to see if you’re interested in them. Maybe some feline instinct. He waves it in front of you while you’re trying to nap. You don’t seem to be reacting. In fact, you’re rather annoyed at him. But your hissing doesn’t seem to drive him off. But as he places the plastic mouse closer to you, that’s when you strike! You promptly severe the string and fruitlessly throw the mouse at him. Alright, no toys it is.

Canonically rich. Buys you a lot of luxury cat food. You seem hesitant eating it, so he buys you food both humans and cats can ingest and handfeeds you. Even if he’s a menace, he still wants to make sure you’re healthy and have a full belly to sleep with.

He knows he eventually has to find a way to revert you to human form again. He busies himself with that when you’re sleeping. For the time being, when you’re awake, he wants to enjoy the time harassing his cute cat partner.

He certainly doesn’t trust giving you to any of the Order members. Nor does he think any of them would agree to catsit in the first place. If he’s too busy, he opts to drop you off at Sakamoto’s Store, where Hana is more than elated to give you pets. Returns and sneaks up on you [if even he can surpass your now heightened cat senses] and picks you up, ignoring your irritated meows. The best way to get back at him is to scratch his clothing.

Rating: 6/10. He gets you good food and makes sure you’re alright, but his relentless petting and teasing will drive you up the wall.

UZUKI KEI —

The predicament is awkward for him. Kashima might know a way to get you back to human form, he thinks, and tries to prioritize that first.

He doesn’t want you to follow him around on his organization business. Sure, the chances of an enemy targeting a cat is slim to none, but there’s a chance for falling debris, or an accidental slash—… and the sight of him with a cute cat following him really diminishes the cold, calculating killer thing he has going on.

For the time being, he leaves you with Haruma or Kumanomi, who is equally puzzled at the predicament but more than happy to follow his orders or have a cat companion for the day. Gaku seems like the type of person to forget you were there and abandon you, so she’s the only one to trust in this situation.

He’s not even used to receiving or giving affection while you’re human, so he’s not sure how to approach it when you’re.. well.. a cat. You’ll have to approach him and somehow get it through that you want pets. Meow a lot or lean against his legs, and he eventually hesitantly rubs your head and chin.

If you really want to follow him while he does his dirty work, he’ll make sure you follow closely. It’s a comical sight to see for the renowned Slur to have a cat following him like a lost lamb, but why does it matter when all the people who witnessed it are dead anyway?

After a bit, he tolerates it and gets used to the predicament. He doesn’t mind giving you a few pats if you approach him. He still wants the entire thing to be over as quickly as possible. He finds out that as cute as you are as a cat, he prefers you as a human much more.

Rating: 7/10. Given time to at least adjust, he gets you what you need and gives nice pets.. he’s just mostly unsure what to do.

GAKU —

The situation doesn’t bother him that much. Eventually, someone would find a way to return you to human form. For the time being, the largest loss suffered is someone to play video games with.

Lets you sit on his shoulder like a Pikachu or on his lap to watch him play games instead. You fall asleep quite easily, and your claws dig into his skin when you try to get a closer look. He doesn’t care that much. You leave cat fur all over him by the time he’s returning to the others. Kumanomi scolds him, so he opts to play shirtless instead when you’re with him. In the end, Kumanomi is still annoyed, but now you have two things to look at when he games, so what is there to complain about?

He doesn’t discourage you following him around for his job. You just have to be careful. Stand too close while he’s fighting and someone’s body soars through the air and almost smashes you into a wall.

The fright was huge, but at least he comforts you with some snacks. He’s not sure what to feed you. You don’t seem happy with the idea of cat food— you were still a human in there, after all. He settles for sharing some of his chips with you.

He’s not very protective over you when you’re a cat. He lets you go for walks or leave the area to explore. So long you return by nightfall he’s content with being alone for the day. Internally he does find that the lack of your company feels strange, and quietly makes sure you’re nearby when you return.

Rating: 8/10. A surprisingly good cat owner. Lets you do what you want or spend time with him. Just try to avoid tripping him up if you must follow him to a fight.

HEISUKE MASHIMO —

He finds you so cute! He’s good with animals since he has Piisuke.

He has trouble finding you stuff to eat. He goes to Sakamoto’s Store and shares a bun between the three of you. His friends from the store are certainly puzzled over the predicament, but it’s good that he has companions he can entrust with you.

For the most part, he wants to keep you close to him. He carries Piisuke on one shoulder and tries to carry you on his other. However, carrying a bird on your shoulder is much easier than carrying a cat. When he gets excited or sprints somewhere, you have to dig your claws into his shoulder so you don’t fall. He only notices a few minutes later and apologizes with lots of head pats.

The first day or so he gets you, he’s very worried about you and wants you to be with him at all times. Maybe it’s just something about your smaller, cuter form that he frets you’ll get lost somewhere. He’s no better, but at least he has Piisuke to help him, which you don’t!

You probably strayed off to explore or fell asleep under a thick bush and after an hour or so he’s panicking and bawling his guts out thinking you must have got hit by a car or taken by a stranger thinking you were a stray. Piisuke finds you rather quickly and you have to accompany him until he can finally tell himself that you’ll be fine and you need your own alone time too.

His excitement is admittedly endearing. He’d want to show off to everyone how cute his partner was as a cat!

Rating: 8.5/10. Fun to be around, not too stressed out about the situation and good with pets. His enthusiasm with you can be a bit overwhelming.

NATSUKI SEBA —

Treats you pretty well, actually.

When he first learns about your predicament, he’s just like “Oh, damn.” He’d work to find a way to revert whatever happened.. but isn’t against the idea of having you as a cat for a day or two.

For the time being, he doesn’t mind having you beside him while he works on his projects at the JCC. So long he’s not doing too much heavy work, he enjoys the quiet company.

Gives you a few pets from time to time and is smart enough to consider what foods you’d want to and can eat.

He doesn’t even mind if you leave too much fur on his clothing, whether it be from sleeping on his sweaters or on his lap. He thinks he can just brush it off afterwards. Turns out cat fur has a knack for getting stuck on everything possible. It takes a thorough wash just to get it off.

Mafuyu judges him when he sees him with too many strands of thin cat fur all over him. While Natsuki’s not that bothered by the idea of being covered in fur, Mafuyu, who is cleaner, does, and at first avoids you like the plague. Your fur is left everywhere, and it ends up getting on him anyway, so he reluctantly gives in and pets you too.

It can be pretty boring when he’s busy, so he doesn’t mind taking you to the weapons research laboratories too. If the school happens to have anything against pets, he tucks you into his suit and turns you invisible. Easy. So long nobody moves the suit off the ground or questions why there’s a lump on his chest.

Rating: 9/10. He’s not a bad cat owner and has no qualms with you leaving for a few hours to explore or you getting fur on him.

OSARAGI —

Thinks you’re too adorable internally!

She quietly picks you up and goes about her job. She didn’t think you’d have too many problems with her job. Unfortunately, the crashing of stone and the quick movements she makes when fighting are much more startling with your heightened senses. Everything scrapes at your ears and nose.

Once she finishes with one of her jobs, she looks over only to notice you sitting at the side, looking traumatized. She only stares blankly, wondering what could have gotten you like this.

Osaragi decides the best way to calm you down is to buy you lots of snacks. She makes a pit stop at a convenience store and presents you an array of food to choose from. It’s rare for Osaragi to share her food without her own terms, so you should be grateful, even if you can only stomach one or two bites.

Probably unintentionally babies you with a blank expression. It is canon that she’s rather childish at heart. Takes you everywhere like a little furry companion. Eventually, it does hit her that she’ll need you to return to human form sooner or later. She likes you as a human too, so she has nothing against the idea.

Although I think she’d typically want you by her side, she does let you off her radar throughout the day so you can nap or have some time to yourself.

Rating: 7.5/10. Treats you pretty well, but she should be more considerate of your cat senses or how terrifying it must feel to be carried while in a high stakes fight, debris and blood everywhere.

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kingkaisen · 1 year ago

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Omg! I have a great idea for the whole gojo family series

What if they are all together watching a movie or something and if sukuna manages to take over yuji for a bit

Or what if sukuna talks through them from yuji's face or hand how will they react

彡 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆.

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and your husband, Satoru, are not only parents to your young biological daughter, but to the two teenagers you decided to adopt a few months ago, Yuji and Megumi. One day, Sukuna decides to come out.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: angst, fem reader, mentions of murder.

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.4K

♡ — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This fic is a part of my Dad! Gojo Series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.

When your sharp kitchen knife sliced into the peeled onion on your cutting board, just to the right of the green bell peppers you had finished chopping, your left pant leg was tugged on gently two times.

“Mommy?” Your four-year-old daughter called out innocently. “Can Yuji brother come to dinner too?”

How odd.

Looking down into her pleading eyes, you considered that, perhaps, she meant Megumi, who you and Satoru adopted alongside Yuji several months ago. She adored her two teenage brothers more than anything. They were, as she would say, “cooler than Barbie!”

And she had clung on to the dark-haired boy. Loved him way too much to simply call him Yuji’s brother. Maybe she used that little title because of her growing frustration over realizing his name was pronounced Meg-u-mi, instead of Meg-mi.

Maybe.

“Hm? You mean Megumi? Of course he’ll be at dinner, hun. He and your dad just ran to pick up something from the store. They’ll be back.” Flipping your knife over, you scooted the diced onions to the side.

“Nuh-uh,” she shook her little head. “Yuji other brother! His twin! Can he- can he come? Pleaseee?”

You froze. Your entire body stiffened, hand gripping the handle of your knife hard enough to leave your tightened fingers achy and sore.

But, even so, before you were a frightened human being, before you were a fearful person who wanted nothing more than to go into fight-or-flight mode, you were a mother, and the last thing you wanted to do was scare your little girl. Especially when you had questions.

“A twin? Wow, that’s really interesting,” your voice had a slight tremble to it, but you spoke as calmly as you could. “What happened? How’d you discover he had a twin, sweetie?”

“He’s upstairs, Mommy!”

Instantly, you scooped up your daughter, who giggled, wrongfully assuming that your intentions were playful rather than filled with terror.

Dragging footsteps stomped their way around from upstairs, moving slowly. You could hear it from the kitchen — hear him.

Running out the door with Maya wasn’t an option. He was coming. He was coming downstairs.

“Maya, do you wanna play a game?” Your hands trembled a bit. You smiled worriedly at your daughter. She nodded.

“Uh huh!”

“Let’s play hide-and-seek! I’ll count, and you hide. The only rule is you cannot hide upstairs, okay, honey? And don’t come out until I say so.”

“Okay!”

The young girl wiggled in your arms until you put her down.

You closed your eyes, counting, “one . . . two . . .”

The pitter-patter of her feet, and her small giggle, had revealed that she was headed towards the guest room on the other side of the house, following your directions.

Those haunting footsteps could be heard making their way down the stairs.

You pulled out your cell phone, calling Satoru, but upon the second ring, a figure appeared in the kitchen, and you pulled the phone away from your ear just as your dear husband said, “Hey, I’m glad you called. They’re out of . . .”

You could only hope he wouldn’t hang up due to your lack of response.

You could only hope that he would be able to hear what was going on as you hid your phone behind your back and tossed it on the breakfast nook table.

You could only hope.

Never before had you seen Sukuna take over Yuji’s body, But, despite the similarities between their outward appearance, with one look, you knew the person walking around the kitchen island with their hands in their pockets was not your son.

Your boy’s eyes never glistened with evil. His mouth never twisted into a devilish smirk.

But, even so, it was still Yuji. Sukuna might have been on the forefront, and Yuji's skin was now covered with black distinctive marks that made your skin crawl, but the clothes on Yuji’s — or Sukuna’s — body were the red hoodie and black jeans you bought him last week.

It was just a new outfit, something else to wear when that Jujutsu High uniform didn’t have to touch his skin. Even so, he hugged you as if you had handed him five hundred dollars.

The watch on his wrist was a birthday gift from Gojo. “He’s my dad-teacher!” The excited teenager would say with a closed-eyed smile.

There was a healing scratch on his left forearm, right above his pocketed hands. The dark mark came from a little kitchen mishap while making homemade pizzas. Yuji was a bit excited when it came to chopping up bell peppers. The tiny injury was only something to laugh about.

All of those wholesome details that you darted your widened eyes across sent a shiver up your spine. Were you going to lose your life to Sukuna while staring into the eyes of your beloved son?

“There’s no need to be scared.”

That voice — the deeper nature of it was startling.

He spoke again, taking a few steps in your direction.

“I just wanted to meet the woman who was stupid enough to provide food and shelter for this worthless brat I’m trapped inside of.”

You didn’t respond.

You could only hope that your little girl would hear the voice of “Yuji’s twin” and decide to abandon the last-minute game of hide-and-seek and dart out of the guest room she more than likely hid in to come see him.

You could only hope that Satoru didn’t assume you butt dialed him, and that he was on the other line, listening.

You could only hope.

“Not the talkative type, huh?” The King of Curses casually conversed. He smiled a little. “That’s alright, but I’m someone who likes to chat. You don’t mind, do you?”

“What the hell could you possibly wanna talk about?” Your tone was one of confidence — one that didn’t advertise your true feelings of absolute fear.

Sukuna stepped away from you. He approached the marble kitchen counter, examining the sliced vegetables on the cutting board. The look on his face — furrowed eyebrows, a little frown — showcased his great confusion.

“I just don’t get it. The homecooked meals. Family movie nights. Road trips.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and that devilish smirk reappeared. “Are you trying to give this brat a good life before he’s executed? Is that it?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care. I just find it amusing. And there’s something else bothering me too. You and that other bastard you call a husband put all this work into being the perfect family, meanwhile, I’ve been watching from inside of your kid and waiting for the perfect opportunity to take over this body and kill every single one of you, and you must’ve been worried about that, huh? You trusted Yuji to keep me at bay, trusted his abilities as a vessel enough to let him around your shitty family, but you must’ve been scared shitless that what’s happening now would come to pass, right? So, I wanna know what your plan is for moments like this. Did you think Gojo would protect you and your other brats? No . . . that’s not it.”

He approached you yet again. Stared into your eyes from a distance as if he was searching for something within the windows to your soul. “Something tells me you’re more than just a boring housewife — am I wrong here? So what do you say, Y/N? Why don’t we try killing each other and see who gets lucky?”

The step he took in your direction seemed louder than it was. To you, to your frightened mind, it seemed as if his foot thunderously stomped against the mopped kitchen floor, which had dried after being cleaned with Pine-Sol and hot water.

In a few moments, one of your beloved family members would have to grab the handle of your favorite spin mop and drag it back and forth across a pool of your warm blood once Sukuna got his hands on you. You were certain of it.

“How strong is Sukuna right now? How many fingers has Yuji eaten? How the hell could he just take over Yuji’s body like this?” As you thought of those haunting questions, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of your face, sliding down the very cheek your dear husband had kissed this morning.

Sukuna was moving slowly on purpose. He simply enjoyed watching the fear within you fester. He smiled.

“If I die right now, then Maya could die too. He’ll find her. He’ll kill my daughter,” you thought. Sukuna took another step. “Maybe he’s still weak right now. Maybe I have a chance. But if I fought him, if I killed him somehow . . . I’d be killing Yuji too. Do I have to kill one child to save another? Do I have to kill my own son?”

“Get the hell away from my wife.”

Satoru’s voice was startling.

Standing in the archway of the kitchen, the sorcerer hooked his finger around his black blindfold and pulled it down, revealing wide, bright blue eyes. He clenched his other fist. Unclenched it. Spread his fingers. Clenched it again. That hand of his started to tremble, but it wasn’t with the same fear that made your body quiver.

Not at all.

He trembled with anger — hot, boiling rage that made the aura of blue cursed energy around him seem as if it, and he, were on the verge of exploding.

“Get the hell away from her,” he repeated darkly.

The grocery store was about fifteen minutes away. To have arrived so quickly meant that he must have transported himself here.

A wave of relief flashed over you, but the little flicker of hope you felt quickly diminished like an extinguished flame when a figure emerged from Satoru’s shadow, and Megumi stepped out from behind him, hands ready to summon whatever Shikigami he’d deem as necessary.

The last thing you wanted right now was to worry about another child of yours.

“Oh, there you are. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Sukuna looked over his shoulder at Satoru, then suddenly, he sighed. “I hate that I have to leave just when things are getting interesting. Pacts are a pain in the ass, you know? But I’ll be back, just you wait.”

For a moment, a very brief second in time, everyone was frozen. No one drew a breath. Moved an inch. The kitchen was momentarily a museum with a display of statues representing the art behind fear, anger, and worry. And during that very brief second in time, the marks on Yuji’s skin vanished. His face softened into that of a kind person. His light brown eyes no longer glistened with a sinister stare, but they were gentle and full of kindness and curiosity.

Sukuna was gone, and your kind-hearted boy had returned. His shoulders had slumped over. Worriedly, your eyes wandered over his daze-like trance.

“What is that monster doing to you?” You thought.

Your quivering lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. No surprise, of course. Your throat was as dry as a desert.

Satoru reached out, giving Yuji’s shoulder a squeeze — one of misplaced anger or comfort, you couldn’t be certain — but your husband made his way over to you, and pulled you in for a hug.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where’s Maya?” The hug ended much quicker than either of you wanted, but he had to make sure you weren’t injured. He looked you up and down repeatedly, blue eyes darting across your shaking body as he rubbed your upper arms. He knew you weren’t shaking because you were frightened for your life, but for Maya’s.

“I- she- I told her to go hide.”

“I’ll go get her,” Megumi said. He left the kitchen, heading for Maya’s favorite hiding spot during a typical game of hide-and-seek. Perhaps for the young girl, the excitement in the game wasn’t evading the seeker, but being found, because she always ran to the same spot without fail and squealed with joy when spotted. Because of that, Megumi knew exactly where to find her.

“Mom?” Yuji’s voice startled you. Not because you feared him — you didn’t, not one bit — but you flinched with relief, so grateful to hear his voice instead of the King of Curses’ venomous tone. Yuji’s wide eyes blinked at you. He asked with worry and a little tilt of his head, “Are you alright? What’s going on?”

You glanced up at Satoru. He looked down at you briefly.

“You don’t remember anything?” You asked with as much kindness and calmness as you could muster. What happened wasn’t his fault, you assumed, but you knew your boy well. He would blame himself.

“No.” He shook his head, then scratched his ear. “Remember what?”

Yuji looked to his right and saw the wooden cutting board covered with bell peppers and diced onions. Your eyes were teary. Perhaps from cutting onions, he thought. He hoped.

“Can you give us a minute?” Satoru asked the teenager.

“Sure, no problem.”

Yuji left the kitchen and went upstairs.

“Baby,” Satoru said softly to you, a striking difference compared to how he spoke to Sukuna moments earlier. His thumb graced your cheek. “What happened?”

“I was just trying to cook, and Maya came into the kitchen and asked if Yuji’s twin could have dinner with us,” you released a shaky breath. “Next thing I know, he came downstairs. He said he’s been waiting for the chance to kill all of us. To kill me.”

Satoru wrapped his arms around you yet again. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest against the side of your aching head was soothing.

“It’ll be okay,” he mumbled.

“Daddy!” The sweet call from your little girl as she ran into the kitchen, her arms out as she eagerly waited to be lifted, had made Satoru switch from his former state as a caring, stressed husband to a loving father who knew nothing but joy and happiness.

“Hey, Muffin!” His lips spread into a wide smile. He crouched down, lifting his daughter as she ran into his arms.

“I missed you,” he kissed her soft cheek, making a loud, dramatic mmmwuah! sound that made her giggle and playfully bounce her feet.

“Daddy, Susuna’s coming for dinner!” She said. “He’s my new friend!”

She meant to say Sukuna. That was quite clear.

“Uh,” Satoru looked at you for a moment, then back at the young girl in his arms. “Why don’t we go check out your new dollhouse? That sounds fun, right?”

“Okay!”

There was a long and serious conversation to be had with Maya. One that Satoru didn’t want to have in your presence. And, plus, Satoru needed a solid minute to figure out what exactly he wanted to say as he walked through the house and up the stairs, Maya babbling about Barbie the entire time.

He’d simply explain that Susuna wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner, but for her to always let someone know if she saw him again.

And the young girl was sad. Truly, she was.

—

Dinner was silent.

Forks scraped against plates and ice gently rattled inside glass cups, but otherwise, the dining room was completely silent. Hearty servings of chicken, rice, and vegetables were stirred around but hardly eaten.

Satoru took a few bites. Megumi’s fork danced around, but he couldn’t find the courage to lift it.

You didn’t even bother with trying.

Maya didn’t touch her food either, pouting, her bottom lip poked out and her arms folded across her chest.

“Dinner’s good, Mom,” Yuji said. His plate held a half-eaten chicken thigh, a few discarded pieces of sauteed onion, and a couple of grains of rice. And as he took a sip of his soda, the uneaten portions in front of his silent family members caught his attention.

“Thanks,” you mumbled with a sad smile.

“So, uh,” Yuji put his glass down with a little clink. “Will someone tell me what’s going on? Please?”

No one answered immediately.

He looked over at Megumi, who sat to the right of him, but the dark-haired boy stared only at his plate.

“Everything’s fine-”

“No, it’s not!” Yuji hit his breaking point.

“You’re all looking at me like I’m . . .” he couldn’t find the right words. His new family was looking at him how the higher-ups looked at him. How the students from the Kyoto High School looked at him.

And that realization hurt more than anything else that had happened throughout his life, from losing family and friends to getting his hand chopped off.

Hot tears pricked at his waterline.

“Did I do something wrong? Just tell me,” Yuji’s wide eyes darted back and forth between you and Satoru.

“We can’t.”

Your reply startled Yuji to his core. You could tell, because his entire body froze.

After all, you knew your son all too well. If he knew what really happened, then he’d pack his bags in the middle of the night and leave for everyone else’s safety.

You’d never see him again.

“Please, I just wanna know why everyone’s upset.” Yuji tried to search his memory for the faintest clue, but he couldn’t think of anything. He took out the garbage. His room was clean. He remembered to shower. He was careful when leaving the house and always sent text messages whenever he was gone to let you all know he made it from one location to the next safely.

But, truthfully, skipping out on a few chores and mannerisms wouldn’t have earned him the looks of utter terror and distraught you all were giving him right now.

This was something more.

Something deeper.

“I wanna see Susuna.”

For a moment, no one moved a muscle.

But Yuji slowly turned his head in the direction of his little sister, hoping — praying — that she wasn’t trying to say his name.

“What?” Yuji asked her. “Who do you wanna see?”

“I wanna see Susuna-”

“That’s enough, Maya,” you sniffled, tossing your napkin on the table in front of you.

“Is she . . . trying to say Sukuna?” Yuji looked at you, his eyes begging for answers. Answers that his mind sought, but heart and soul would despise.

“Maya, did you see Sukuna today?” Yuji softened his voice as best as he could when speaking to the young girl, but it still quivered with worry.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Your twin brother is-he’s my friend!”

“No . . . that’s not right. That’s not possible.” The corners of Yuji’s mouth almost twitched into a smile, hoping that one of his distressed family members would grin back or break out into uncontrollable laughter while slapping their hand against the table, indicating that this was all some sort of joke or prank.

But no one moved a muscle.

“I wouldn’t switch out with him,” Yuji spoke yet again. He could barely recognize the sound of his own voice. He sounded desperate, pathetic. Like a man he despised. “I’d never do that!”

“You did, Yuji. Maybe not on purpose, but it happened.”

Yuji snapped his head in Megumi’s direction.

“Megumi,” you called out in a warning tone.

“What?” Megumi looked up at you and tossed down his useless fork. It clanked against the table. “I can’t just keep lying to him.”

You didn’t say another word, and Satoru hadn’t spoken up either. And despite the way your guts twisted at the thought of Yuji knowing the truth, you didn’t interrupt Megumi as he faced his brother and started to speak.

You only took a small, anxiety-ridden sip of your water.

“Sukuna showed up today. He wanted to kill all of us and almost had the chance to do it. If Gojo hadn’t shown up, she and Maya would probably be dead.” Megumi paused. It was as clear as a crystal that he wasn’t yet comfortable using the word mom, but now wasn’t the time to worry about familial titles. “They didn’t want to tell you because no one wants you to leave. We-”

The chair scraped against the floor as Yuji scooted back and got up. He started to walk away, ignoring how Maya’s little hand reached out for him.

“Yuji, come back,” Satoru called out. He started to get up from the dinner table. Everyone did.

“No.” Making his way from the dining room and into the living room, he walked fast, not out of anger, but so his beloved family wouldn’t see the tears fall down his cheeks. “I told you this would happen, and you told me it would be fine. I gotta go.”

“Yuji,” You called out pointlessly. Desperately. Trying to catch up with him as he made his way through the house. “We wouldn’t have taken you in if we thought that you were too dangerous-”

“But I am!” He faced you this time. Once again, you had expected to see Yuji, your boy. Your son. But instead, you were staring at someone unfamiliar. Only, this time, it wasn’t Sukuna.

No.

It was still your son, but his face was a canvas with sadness and frustration painted on it. Eyes red. Cheeks wet with warm tears. Lips quivering just a bit; a pained look you hadn’t ever seen upon his face.

“Turns out I’m useless as a vessel, and if Sukuna’s learning how to take over my body, then I need to be as far away as possible. And I can’t handle seeing you guys look at me the way you are now,” Yuji looked at each of you, and he smiled sadly. “Thanks for everything, and I’m sorry. I gotta go.”

It was quiet enough to hear his footsteps tap against the floor of the foyer. Then came the sound of the door unlocking, and, finally, shutting.

“This is our fault,” you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, a weak attempt at holding back a sob. “We screwed up. We really screwed up, Satoru.”

“I’ll go get him. Bring him back. He shouldn’t be alone right now.” Satoru kissed the top of your forehead as a sweet way of saying goodbye, his soft lips feeling like a whisper against your skin.

“No. Let me go.” Megumi was hesitant as he spoke, his shoulders stiff with worry. He was never the sort of kid to volunteer to wipe down the lunch tables in elementary school, nor did he often go out of his way for other people. But Yuji was different. He was family.

That word felt foreign to Megumi, rolled off of his tongue in a way he despised, as if tasting bitter medicine that made him want to shiver and gag, but he had gotten used to it. Family. And, damn it all, he wouldn’t lose anyone else he associated with that odd, burdensome word.

Not again.

“Wait, hold on a second,” Satoru raised his hand.

At that moment, in a moment where his white brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a worried frown, he truly seemed like a caring father.

And he was. Of course he was. But there was a difference between knowing you were cared for and truly feeling it. And, right now, as Megumi stared into the expressional eyes of the teacher-turned-father, he felt it. The strange emotion of being loved.

How odd. It must’ve been fake. Megumi assumed he was imagining things. Reading into it too much.

“I get what you’re trying to do, trust me, but that’s not a good idea. Not until we figure out what’s going on. If Sukuna comes out, I need to be there.” Satoru looked away from Megumi and stared down at you as you stood close by. His hand, which was as warm and comforting as it was large, gently caressed the skin of your arm. “It just doesn’t add up. Why would Sukuna suddenly just come out? There’s no way Yuji decided to switch. He wouldn’t put you or Maya in that kind of danger.”

“It must be the pact Sukuna mentioned. He must’ve made one with Yuji,” you said.

Everyone paused, thinking for a moment. Maya made her way over to Megumi. She then grabbed a fistful of his lower pant leg and tugged on it, which was her silent way of indicating that she wanted to be picked up.

Megumi reached down and scooped her up, holding his little sister in his arms. Even as she started to get older, being carried around seemed to be her favorite activity. The young girl rested her head against his shoulder.

“If they made a pact, then I don’t think Yuji would agree to any sort of deal that could hurt anyone else,” Satoru paused. His thinking face softened into a look of love and reassurance as he gently smiled at you. “That means Sukuna was just bluffing and trying to scare you, okay? Why else would he leave as soon as I show up? Not like him to back down from a fight, right? And even if he wasn’t, we can handle him when he isn’t at full strength, you know that. That’s why we were comfortable adopting Yuji in the first place.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if he can hurt us? And even if we can handle him, things are different now. Is it even possible to hurt Sukuna without hurting Yuji?” You asked, staring into Satoru’s eyes as if to search his brain for answers he didn’t have. “We’ve been so caught up with trying to prevent his execution, that I think we forgot just how dangerous Sukuna actually is.”

“I think you’ve also forgotten how strong this family is. How strong you are.”

“Strength means nothing if hurting Sukuna means hurting Yuji.” And there they were. Tears. Tears ran down your cheeks as you spoke. “I love him. I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Satoru hugged you yet again. You lost count of how many times he pressed his lips against the top of your head today.

“I know. I love him too.”

As Megumi watched the sweet interaction, he shifted his feet awkwardly. Sorry. Blame his childhood. Blame his traumatic experiences as a sorcerer. But he couldn’t help but wonder if you and Satoru would ever talk about him in the same loving tone you spoke of Yuji with.

The thought made sadness prickle at his heart.

Suddenly, Satoru pulled away from your embrace. He spoke softly. “I’ll keep researching all of this, alright? It’s a promise. Just try to relax.”

“You first.”

You both smiled, though not fully.

“Anyway, I’ll go get Yuji. You two stay here.”

No one dared to stop Satoru as he too made his way out of the front door. And, when it shut, you looked back at Megumi with eyes that only expressed worry and concern for his brother.

“Everything will be fine. I promise,” you said to the dark-haired teenager.

You didn’t believe it. The nervous quiver in your voice was a telltale sign. But, even so, you mumbled again — and not to your son, but to yourself this time — “everything will be fine.”

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truuskn · 4 months ago

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it's so interesting to see evil done unintentionally. when a really good person makes a mistake, a serious terrible mistake, and becomes the cause of someone else's grief and pain... it's moments like this that give you a glimpse of their true nature. give you a new perspective of them. the way they try to make amends with all their might, try to justify and explain themselves, the way they suffer, regret what they have done and dream of turning everything back... life journeys like this, especially solo journeys, that's what i love. and, oh, jazz had it rough

you know, after everything cybertronians have been through it's hard to stay that way. sympathetic. after centuries of violence, brutality and fear, after endless battles and losses it's truly hard to sincerely feel compassion or guilt, hard to feel sorry for anyone but yourself. you want to be selfish, you want to finally let go of the past and live the damn life, you want to forget all your sins and enjoy the well-deserved victory, the home, the precious peace for which you went through hell. but jazz can't do that

he's done a terrible thing. he killed a human. many in his place would just accept that "little inconvenience" and move on. again against the backdrop of everything that had happened to them this event really meant nothing. a few lines in the giant book of their history. a few heavy seconds in the flow of the thousands of years of their lives. nonsense. trifle. the death of a bad person who deserved it. a cruel decision of fate. an accident beyond their control. so many ways to justify themselves! but jazz can't do that. shame for what he has done haunts him. he tries to put it aside, tries to start over, but he keeps getting pulled back, to the heat of battle, to the darkness of his former life, by the hands of those closest to him and by his own efforts. it's this event that fundamentally changed something about him. changed the way he looks at the world and himself

he can't forgive himself. he can't forget. he wakes up every night with nightmares, reliving that day and hundreds of other days over and over again. why is he reacting this way? he became a bad man a long time ago. so much blood on his hands, so many murders, so many ruined fates at his mercy, but the bitter sharp shame still stubbornly follows him. he can't move on knowing what he and his people have doomed the earth to by involving it in their conflict, he can't move on knowing that in the eyes of the earthlings they are far from heroes, far from fighters against injustice. for humans there is no much difference between an autobot and a decepticon, they are all murderers, they are all destroyers of their home. if this is his legacy, if his struggles and sacrifices have led to this outcome, doesn't that mean he's been wrong all his life? was it all for nothing? what was even the point? is the only thing he's actually good at is destruction? it can't be true. it can't stay that way!

he wants to understand what he means to others, he wants to make a difference, he's really trying, but the scary truth is... nothing will change. no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, there's no going back. he'll remain a monster in their eyes and he'll remain a monster in his own eyes. they won't forgive him and neither will he forgive himself. he'll have to live with that. he accepts it eventually. it will never get any easier, but he will live through it

#not really happy with how I wrote my thoughts here but WHATEVER i'm not a writer and just wanted to share this feeling #ANYWAAAAY--#jazz my poor baby my poor babyyy #every time i think about this part of jazz's life i drown in my own tears #me when jazz 😊 also me when jazz ☹️#jazz #tf jazz #transformers #maccadam #tf #truusknmumbles #transformers idw #tf idw #idw jazz

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iamespecter · 5 months ago

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I've been thinking a lot about episode 4 recently, but not exactly in a way that what most would think. I'm actually specifically referring to this scene of Zooble and Jax.

But I'm not thinking about Jax and Zooble, rather I'm looking at the patties.

They're fucking High Definition. In fact, everything in the diner is high definition, save for the NPCs. There's also Orbsman. A simple NPC comprised of blue spheres, and simple elongated eyes. He's the most out of place NPC, if we disregard the mannequins. Even the way he moves is so outdated, and Ragatha had made a point that Orbsman comes from an adventure way before Pomni's arrival.

The guy even clips through the table when trying to order.

Something that always had some sirens going off in my head is how the Circus is this low-poly scenery with heavily stylized props, but the adventure locations are always much more detailed and realistic.

Since The Grounds is definitely, if not, one of the oldest locations, it makes sense for it to be graphically styled like this. But Caine's adventure set pieces are becoming more and more realistic, and also a whole lot more morbid than we had initially thought.

Going back to the patties, the food there is more realistic and has a higher polygon count compared to Bubble's "feast".

Where am I going with this? .... I have no idea, I forgot. /j

Jokes aside, I really do think that as more humans enter the circus and talk about what life is in the real world, Caine extracts that data and improves the 3D environmental props, resulting in higher definition textures.

All of this combined means he can learn. He IS an ever-evolving pseudo-sentient AI. And the reason why he's stagnating is because of a combination of being trapped in his own little bubble (haha see what I did there) of comfort, and the fact that no one's really able to give him criticism on how to improve, which is.... honestly understandable, given how he reacted to the whole "it was bad" line from Pomni and "Why did you think I would like that?!" from Zooble.

Not to mention episode 3 where the whole circus started to glitch when he was just thinking about the fact that he could possibly be bad at the "only thing he's good at" during the therapy session.

In fact it's interesting how human Caine acts sometimes... I think it's quite interesting to think about the fact that Caine is both progressing in terms of bringing the casts' world to the digital circus and making it so HD that it looks even better than Triple A games, but regressing even more in terms of catering to them and what exactly humans need.

He understands, and doesn't at the same time.

This also makes me think about the players themselves, too.

Ragatha, one of the oldest players, gets pierced by a spike through her chest, and barely has any reaction to it. Meanwhile, Zooble, the second most recent member, gets scalded by the stove.

The only time Ragatha actively claims she's in "so much pain" is when she's glitching badly. Both Ragatha and Kinger barely react to the knives too; and not to mention Ragatha even gets fucking plunged into a boiling deep fryer, and yes while she screams, it sounds more like she's just drowning rather than being fried alive.

And the only patch up she gets is a FUCKING BAND AID ON HER CHEEK. A COMPLETELY UNRELATED WORKPLACE INJURY FIRST AID APPLIANCE LMFAO

It could be just a coincidence and I'm just being stupid again, but I think this "improvement" actually also applies to the rest of the cast, and how their digital bodies react to the five different senses. I'm sure Ragatha and Kinger can most definitely still feel pain, but not exactly as "bad" as the newer integrations do. Dare I say, it's on brand with how used these two are to the digital world's wackiness because they've been there the longest.

Like they've been numbed to the pain of the countless adventures they've had to go through.

Anyways my brain be thinking useless facts fr fr

EDIT: Going back to Caine, it's definitely interesting how this AI seems to possess (some) emotions in the first place. He's mostly wacky and nonchalant, but he also gets angry under the right conditions.

... I think not only is his adventures his "work of art", but also his main coping mechanism from the fact that he can't achieve his goal, one that constantly backfires on him. Like a 'one step forward, two steps back' scenario that's slowly causing him to slip and break.

And what scares me the most is that like all things... he'll reach a breaking point sometime. He's already reached a breaking point with Zooble. It doesn't help that Gangle could've possibly made things worse with introducing Caine to the whole "punishment" thing, and since we literally have NO context for the last 3 episodes for the finale... I could only fear what's in store.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #ziku's insane rambles #tadc analysis

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Hi, so I've read the rules, but I'm not sure how much I can ask for. Can I get a headcanon about the TWST Housewardens finding out that the GN! reader has a boyfriend? Oh, and the reader's boyfriend is just some random student NPC in their dorms. If it's too much, just some of them reacting would be cool. Thanks!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally done, yay! Been a while since I wrote for all the housewardens so it is a little lengthy. Hope u enjoy, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tw: Yandere content, stalking, implied violence and kidnapping.

He's been watching you this whole time, feeling his heart beat inside his chest whenever he heard your sweet laugh and saw you smiling. His feelings slowly start to grow as you become friends, but there's just one problem: You have a boyfriend. What an unpleasant surprise! Well, what a shame that your boyfriend will disappear under suspicious circumstances that will never be resolved and he will be right here by your side to comfort you :)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Azul know just what to do. He plots and plans and trap your boyfriend on a deal he can't refuse. It's a tricky deal, trickier than usual, I mean, a one in a lifetime chance, whatever it is. However you won't never know what happened to him, not when you come to Azul asking if he knows something, not when he is comforting you and rubbing your back as you cry while he pretends to be just as sad as you. As if he ever feel sad to lead your boyfriend to his demise when he can have you like this, when he can mend your heart himself and love you like you deserve. Though when you recover Azul will show you just how devotion and love truly feels. He has been deprived of it for too long, bullied and teased, and he will have you, even if you found out about the deal, even if you claim to hate him, he can bear it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Kalim is a sweetheart on the surface level, so happy all the time, so friendly. But he is oh so suffocating, always touching your arm and pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheeks and forehead and laughing when you tell him to knock it off. People always tend to assume he is your boyfriend and tell you that you too are a very cute couple, and they're always shocking when you tell them that Kalim isn't your boyfriend but just your bestie. Not yet, at least. On an intimate level, he likes to think about what to do with your actual boyfriend. People love money more than they love humans. Can he bribe him? If so, how can he guarantee that he won't go back on his word? Or should him send Jamil to do his dirty work? Mmm, so many options, either way, by the end of the month your boyfriend will disappear and you will need a friendly shoulder to lean on and Kalim is more than happy to be there for you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Idia already has Ortho investigating this student and is so easy to watch him since he is in Ignyhide. He isn't worthy your time, your love and care, he is but a little plankton, not very smart or interesting, Idia don't know what you had seen on your actual boyfriend but he is never going to tell this to your face. Instead, he invite you to his room to play and study, assuming a more softer approach about this little problem than most yanderes, telling you how your boyfriend has been acting strange and visiting another person's room for a very long period of time. He even show you a very factual and not at all fabricated camera footage as a proof. Idia considers himself a very good friend when he comfort you and wipes your angry tears, telling that you deserve better, that he can treat you better. After all, it wasn't your fault that your boyfriend was a cheater. And Idia can show you what true love is.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vil is horrified about your taste in men. Like, really, Liebling? You love this... Thing? Well, He has to give recognition where it is due and as a Pomefiore student, your boyfriend tried to polish and better himself. Though it wasn't enough. He wouldn't be good enough for you even in thousand years. Vil likes to imagine how he would take care of you, love you, polish you. He likes to imagine how he'd let down his walls around you and told funny stories from his movies or backstage gossips. Knowing you have a boyfriend kinda of shatter those thoughts. He tried to be happy for you, he really tried but in the end he couldn't help himself. So he created a potion, so sweet and yummy, and gave it to your boyfriend. Simple as that. Having you crying on his lap was just a bonus, a bonus Vil would cherish dearly.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus has what he wants. And he wants you. It's only natural that things will fall in order after he states his claim on you, every single little thing start to goes wrong in your relationship and you, stressed and sad, tells Malleus every single thing while he comforts you. Sweet words are whispered in your ears, great dreams greets you everytime you sleep and in your dreams you are always so happy by Malleus's side, exploring woods and swimming in lakes, petting sheeps and listening to the birds singing. Simple things. Great things. While you sleep, Malleus send nightmares to your boyfriend, makes him so horrified and paranoid that he can't even form coherent thoughts. He wants you and he will have you, even if he has to tear you two apart like this, since your boyfriend took to isolate and murmur to himself.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle doesn't like this. He quite dislike your boyfriend a lot, he is messy, a rule breaker, a bad student, he isn't worthy your time and love. Riddle is consumed by a jealousy that make him see red, nowadays he is always collaring your boyfriend, always making him busy so you two can spend less time together. And if you come to Heartslabyu to try and spend time with him, Riddle will just lie to you and tell you he didn't do anything and has no idea about what you're talking about. Yes, he gaslight you. But he is doing that because he knows what's good to you and that is certainty not your boyfriend. Instead, he fills your head with doubts and lies, and takes you to the Unbirthday party so you can have a little fun. Savor the present moment, the little snarky jokes Riddle tells you and the delicious tea. Forget about your boyfriend before Riddle takes matters into another level.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is smug. Like, really? You love this guy? He is so much better than your boyfriend, more smarter, stronger, he huffs whenever he see you two being all cute and chummy together. He should be the one holding you, kissing you, cuddling you. You are his precious mate so he put all his effort in conquering your heart and love. And when Leona is determined to do something there's nothing in the whole world that can make him stop. He plans and make so many strategies in order to be successful all the while he has Ruggie making the dirty work for him. Kill him, bribe him, whatever, Leona will make you a single person again before making you fall in love with him. Even if he has to turn your boyfriend into dust, he will without thinking twice.

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