#instead of coming forward and harass me

[dollya-robinprotector]

I mentioned this on my pin post, but it won't hurt to emphasize again:

I'm very, very, VERY into INCEST, particularly adopted siblings, siblings, cousins with similar appearances, and especially twin.

Yes, you heard me right.

No, it doesn't mean I'm in love with my irl siblings or cousins, in fact my sister and I share incest fanfics together and squeal together.

No, it doesn't mean I see a pair of twin when I walk outside and immediately think they should fuck. My liking stays on fictional world only.

Yes, this is your sign to unfollow or re-check your blocked-tags list. I will use the tag cw incest, so look out for your own good.

Love ya~✨

[starlaindisguise]

you know, i get it. sometimes i might be shocked when christmas rolls around and think about how all the time is gone, and how it all flashed by so fast. but what do you MEAN lego monkie kid season 5 is tomorrow

[semisasseater]

ILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN

i mean never.

SUMMARY ‘ ni-ki protecting you from a perv.

𓊆 尼基 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 865 teasing harassment crying emotional distress angst fluff — 类型 fluff angst

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : if ur man ain’t like this leave em

You were excited for today. Ni-ki had been looking forward to visiting this mall for weeks, hyping it up every chance he got. It had all his favorite stores, an arcade, and a food court with the best ice cream he’d ever had.

But something was ruining it.

You felt it before you saw it—that unsettling sensation of being watched. Every time you moved, you could sense someone lingering just a little too close, hovering. It wasn’t until Ni-ki pulled you into a store that you dared to glance behind you.

A man. Older, with greasy hair and an unsettling grin. And… was he holding his phone low?

Your stomach twisted.

You gripped Ni-ki’s sleeve, whispering, “Ni-ki… I think that guy’s following us.”

Ni-ki immediately tensed. His carefree energy disappeared, replaced with something sharp and dangerous. “What guy?”

You subtly motioned toward the man, and Ni-ki’s jaw clenched when he noticed the angle of the creep’s phone—pointed directly under your skirt.

Something inside Ni-ki snapped.

Without a word, he stormed toward the man and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward so forcefully that his phone clattered to the ground.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ni-ki growled, eyes burning with rage.

The man stammered, trying to back away, but Ni-ki wasn’t letting go. Instead, he shoved him hard, sending him stumbling against a store display.

“You think you can take pictures of my girlfriend like some fucking pervert?” Ni-ki seethed. The entire store fell silent, eyes locking onto the scene. But Ni-ki didn’t care.

He picked up the man’s phone, unlocking it with ease and scrolling through the gallery. His blood boiled at the sight of the upskirt photos.

His fist connected with the man’s face before he could stop himself.

The pervert yelped, cradling his jaw, but Ni-ki wasn’t done. He punched him again, sending him crashing to the floor. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you” Ni-ki spat.

Security rushed in, pulling Ni-ki back before he could do more damage. “Sir you need to leave. Now.”

Ni-ki didn’t fight them. Instead, he wiped his knuckles on his jeans, turned to you, and grabbed your hand. “Come on baby we’re leaving.”

You nodded numbly, letting him lead you out as he scrolled through the pervert’s phone one last time, deleting the photos from the gallery, the trash bin, and even the iCloud. When he was satisfied, he tossed the phone onto the ground.

Outside the mall, Ni-ki exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Disgusting.”

But you… you felt awful.

This was supposed to be Ni-ki’s day. He had been so excited, and now, because of you—

Tears welled in your eyes. “Ni-ki i’m so sorry…”

He frowned, turning to you. “What?”

You sniffled, biting your lip. “I ruined everything you were looking forward to this and now we got kicked out because of me.”

His expression softened instantly. “Baby… no this isn’t your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t worn a skirt if I had been more careful—”

“Don’t” Ni-ki interrupted, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t do that to yourself.”

Your tears spilled over, soaking his hoodie as you clung to him. “I just feel so bad…”

Ni-ki sighed, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Listen to me, okay?” He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His thumbs brushed away your tears as he spoke, voice gentle. “You did nothing wrong. That creep is the only one to blame. Not you, not your skirt, not anything else.”

You sniffled again, lower lip trembling. “But you wanted to go there so bad…”

Ni-ki smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Baby i don’t care about some stupid mall. I care about you.”

Your heart clenched. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do” he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose this time. “Now no more crying okay?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath. Ni-ki grinned and wiped away the last of your tears. “Good. Now come on—I know another mall nearby and they have an even better arcade.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really” he chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go crybaby.”

You pouted at the teasing nickname, making him laugh as he tugged you toward the car.

And just like that, the day wasn’t ruined anymore.

@semisasseater

[writingsforfandoms-multi]

harassment | michael robinavitch x nurse!reader

summary: You get harassed by a pt, but robby finds out from dana instead of from you 

warnings: mentions of a patient being vulgar and getting physical 

Robby is absolutely livid when he hears what happened to you. what made it worse? having to hear it from Dana and not from you. 

“Robby how’s y/n doing?” dana asks while looking over a patient’s chart, “I’m surprised you didn’t go in there yourself afterwards”

robby feels his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, “what are you talking about?” he asks, taking off his glasses and giving dana his full attention, his body filling up with worry. 

Dana pauses, realizing he didn't know about the situation that took place half an hour ago when a patient had put his hands on you to prevent you from leaving the room after you called out their inappropriate, obscene language towards you. Luckily, Ahmad was walking right past the room and the situation was handled without having to make a big scene. You had reported it to Dana as your charge nurse, who suggested you take a few minutes outside before continuing on with your shift. She could tell the whole ordeal left you a little shaken, but you were already back to work as if nothing happened.

“She’s ok-” dana doesn’t get to finish her sentence before he’s out of his seat

“Where is she right now?” he says, trying to keep his tone level 

“I just saw her head for the supply room” dana says and just as quickly she's left staring at robby’s retreating figure

“What happened?” you turn around at your boyfriend’s voice, then go back to grabbing the supplies you were restocking. You didn't even realize he had come into the supply room. 

“It was nothing, really,” you shrugged. 

You hear him take an exasperated breath at you being nonchalant about it, and he gently grabs your arm to spin you around. He has that intense look in his eyes he gets when he’s angry. You know he’s not actually angry at you, but the situation. 

“Please, what happened? I’m over here thinking the worst” he says 

“I called a patient out on his gross behavior towards me and when I tried to leave the room, he tried to stop me” you shrug, and his eyes soften. “Ahmad was walking past and I got his attention and he handled it. Dana switched my assignment with Mateo” 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes in a way that makes you know he’ll see if you’re lying. After being together for months, he grew even more concerned and protective of you when it came to hostile patients. He knew the abuse nurses dealt with in the ER, and he hated to think that you would ever be in that kind of situation. Up until now, you were fortunate enough to never have had a patient lay their hands on you, yeah you had been verbally abused before, but you always diffused the situation or knew when to walk away. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. A little spooked, but I’m good” you say as you lean your cheek against his palm, seeking the comfort you knew he would more than readily give. 

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there” he says, leaning his forehead yours, feeling guilty that he wasn’t there for you

“You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be sorry for michael” you say 

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he says, and you register a note of hurt in his voice 

“Honestly, I don't know. I wanted to, I really did, but I didn’t wanna bother you and make it a big deal” you say softly.

“Honey, this was a big deal, you even had to get security involved. You are never ever a bother to me, I want you to come to me when anything like this happens, okay?” he says, his eyes searching yours, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“Okay” you said quietly. 

He leans forward and places a kiss on your lips, “I’m glad you’re okay” he whispers against your lips 

You give him a small smile, “c’mon lets get back out there before dana comes looking for us herself” 

“What did he say to you?” robby asks, crossing his arms over his chest as you finish grabbing some supplies 

“Nothing worth repeating” you give him a look, knowing that if you told him, it would not be pretty 

“Which patient was it?” he asks casually on the way out of the supply room 

“robby”

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[m00nkeiki]

Remember in those romance books where the male main character growls "touch her and die." How would you feel about the monster trio (and Law) saying "touch her and die" but they growl while they say it?

H0i!!! Congrats on being my first anon!  This was really fun to think about! I will be honest, I barely dip my toes in romance books, buuut I do love me some protective blorbos who care for you lots!  I feel like in terms of playing the trope straight, it would definitely fit Luffy and Zoro. Meanwhile, Sanji and Law would word and say it differently, but they’ll still have the grit in the voice and say the classic phrase in a manner that fits them. Hence, I’ve varied the scenarios and dialogue a bit to match each character, but made sure they work in the vein of the trope~

Request: Touch Her and Die Featuring: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Law; Fem Reader Content Warning: mildly violent diction, implied kidnapping/capture in Luffy's and Law's section (but can be interpretated otherwise), stalking/harassment in Sanji’s section (but he saves you dw).

Luffy

I think he would definitely say this with so much earnestness. Luffy cares for his loved ones so much that he would always rush to violence if there was the prospect of them getting hurt. If he holds these feelings for the friends he cares and cherishes for, imagine what he’d do for a lover.

Despite his brash mind, Luffy does not take the concept of death lightly: after all, it’s not in his nature to easily take a life as he prefers to disarm then defeat an opponent. Hence, if it meant protecting you, it would mean having to forgo his usual rule.

Before Luffy comes to your rescue, all hope seemed lost, as if you could have been swallowed in a pool of despair and darkness. Then, like daybreak, the Straw Hat Pirate arrives. He kneels down on you, to check if you’re okay. His expression is a blank kind of warmth, the one where he is trying to hold his emotions back to focus on ensuring your safety. You’ll know he’ll smile when the coast is clear and everyone is alright. No, not now. Not when you’re vulnerable like this.

After reassuring himself that you were safe, you could see how his usually bright wide eyes tense up, as if his irises are a blank dot in each of eyes. 

Then he turns his head to his opponent, marching forward as a humming grrrr emanates from his lungs. Luffy grits his teeth, his hands forming into fists that were sure to land a painfully harsh blow.

“You bastard.”

Luffy was trembling; not out of fear, but the forewarning that he could burst into a pour of punches that would break every bone in one’s body. The moment he speaks and growls, it’s gritty and low, a looming punishment for the enemy who could have hurt you.

“Touch her, and die.”

Zoro

He’s not training to be the greatest swordsman only because swordsmandry is his passion, but also because he wants to protect the friends who were precious to him, especially you. If he failed that promise, he would beat himself down for it. But Zoro cannot afford to fall into this pitfall. No, he’s got to keep training, keep fighting, keep pushing. If he reaches his limits, he’ll crack them open and surpass them. 

Even if he was well aware you too were a capable fighter, Zoro cannot help but have this little voice inside of him: what if he was too late? Thus, he promises that he will be there to shield you with his sword.

So when you were about to be the victim to an enemy’s lethal blow. Swift like the wind, Zoro deflects the incoming attack, glancing back to ensure you were alright. After creating a forceful X with his katanas as the enemy backs off, Zoro brandishes them, steel sharpening against steel to create a menacing threat.

Zoro is a demon: the kind you are grateful that you were his ally, friend, lover—instead of an fiend who would shed no mercy or forgiveness. You trusted that he was strong enough, that he would protect you at all costs even if the ends turn out ghastly and gory. 

One you heeded Zoro's yell to focus on getting to safety, you watched from afar to see him turn into the feared swordsman, the way he lets out a ghastly snarl as he became like a tiger, swords as claws about to prance.

“Oi, touch her…”

And in the next moment, he brandishes two of his katanas, a pierce of red from his open eye glaring into the person who dared hurt you. Growling like an oni boiling with fury, Zoro was determined to slash and slice the enemy who, if he had not come in the right moment, could have ended your life.

“and die.”

Sanji

Sanji will never stand for anyone laying a finger on his beloved. He always believed in kindness, to treat others right and to have empathy when they make difficult choices. But there were some acts that were simply unforgivable—especially if they were targeting you.

The blond cook, who always promised to safeguard you from all harms through the power of his martial kicks, sighted you one day as you were chased by a lecherous man. With the way you had forced your pace and let out anxious breaths, he could not stand for this. Nobody deserved this horrifying experience, for the lack of respect that came with stalking and harassment was disgusting in Sanji’s eyes, with the way his curled eyebrows furrowed. 

A knight in a tailored suit, Sanji dashes to your aid, running in kicks as he apprehends your stalker: It was one of the rare times he uses his hands as a threat—the way he grips the shoulder of your harasser, squeezing them tight as if he were to crack and break their flesh open. If not, he’ll kick upwards with his powerful legs to split their body in vertical halves.

At this moment, Sanji wishes he could instead rush past and hold you tight, to protect you from such cruelty of the world and whisper affirmations of safety. But first, he’s going to give your stalker an admonish.

“You shitty asshole. How dare you try to touch her…”

Sanji spat, with his voice evolving into a dark gritty tone as if he had smoked a hundred cigarettes beforehand. His grip tightening, you know he’ll keep his promise as your guardian and lover, and to the person who harassed you, a painful kickdown.

“And if you take one step further, you die.”

Law

Law has always been protective of you. He cares for you and your individual, and if you are adjacent to any kind of danger he will worry gravely. Law feels the utmost responsibility to keep you safe, because if there was even the slightest scratch on you, or a sense of unforgotten horror in your eyes, he will never forgive himself.

He also does not say the word “die” lightly. Following a doctor’s code, all life is sacred, and even with his callous streak when it comes to tormenting enemies, Law does not have it in him to kill. But when push comes to shove, when his loved one is in danger… Law may have to break that personal code.

Before anything, he has to prioritize saving you first. Once you hear him yell “Room!” then “Shambles!” you find yourself swiftly teleported to Law’s side, and you see how he was straining himself in his stance: the inked fingers of his right hand curled, the dark circles growing larger around his eyes… He’ll exhaust himself first before anything can happen to you.

Then he faces his opponent, the one who could have hurt you if Law was even a second late. Before the confrontation, Law tells you to get away from the battle before things get ugly. 

Law enjoys playing and messing around with his opponents, but not this time. Grabbing the hilt of Kikoku and ready to unsheathe it at any moment, Law gives the enemy an ultimatum.

“I’ll give you a choice. You can walk away right now, and I won’t mess with you.”

Then, his golden eyes seem to flash, a premonition of what will come if his advice is not followed.

“But if you are still thinking about touching her, even in the slightest…”

Then with a growl, he affirms: 

“then die.”

~~~

I hope you enjoyed anon! Until then—see ya!

For more works: First hug from the Monster Trio First hug from Ace, Sabo, and Law

[awritessomething]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | robby keene x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | A Miyagi-Do member tried to make a move on Robby Keenes girlfriend. He didn’t let it happen, now she’s showing him how grateful she is for his protection.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, use of Y/N, protective!robby, oral m!receiving, handjob, swearing, public sex, taller!robby (bc Tanner is 5’7), brief harassment

Y/N was at her locker at school. She was trying to grab one of her books from the shelf in her locker. She reached up and that’s when she felt a hand on her ass. Assuming it was Robby, she just slowly turned. It was not her boyfriend, it was one of the new members of Miyagi-Do.

“Ew- get off of me!” She hissed and shoved the boy away from her. The boy didn’t leave though. He tried to move back towards her. That was when she heard a voice she would recognize any day. The voice of Robby Keene.

“Hey! Back off!” Robby shouted. Both of them turned their heads to look at him. It seemed like this harasser knew who he was. He was scared. The boy immediately stepped away from Y/N. That didn’t seem to satisfy Robby though. “The fuck were you about to do, hm?” He got in the boys face, eyes narrowing.

“Sorry, I didn’t know-”

“You’re not supposed to be doing that anyways. Get outta here.” Robby growled and shoved the boy away, making his back hit the wall. Usually a fight would’ve started, but the boy had common sense. He knew what was the smarter option. He scurried off.

Y/N grabbed onto her boyfriends arm and pulled him to her side. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course. You ok?” He asked softly. Robby Keene was supposed to be one of the meanest out there, but with her, he was the nicest. His eyes were locked on her, filled with love and concern.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Robby stood at her side as she got her books, then he walked her to class. She was already a bit late. Robby’s next class was on the other side of the school, but it wasn’t really like he cared.

“Ill see you at lunch?” Y/N asked, leaning on the door of her classroom. Robby nodded. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before going into her class. Lunch was the next block.

The class seemed shorter than usual, although it was 80 minutes long. The second it was over, Y/N was on her way to go and find Robby. Instead of going to the cafeteria, she went right to his locker. He was a bit confused, but of course he was happy to see her.

“Come.” She took his hand. Robby bit the inside of his cheek and then closed his locker before following her. She spent a little while just talking to him about class, which he listened to. That was because she was waiting for the halls to clear out.

Once the halls were nearly empty, she tugged him right into the nearby janitors closet.

“What are we doing in here?”

“I just wanna thank you.” Y/N looked up at him and put her hand on his chest, pushing him over to the shelf. Robby looked down at her, brows knit together. He wouldn’t try to stop her, since it was what he wanted anyways. She tugged off his belt and then put it on the shelf.

Looking up at Robby, she pushed down his jeans. He clenched his jaw and his breath hitched as her hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed and he pushed up his hips slightly.

“Fuck- we’re gonna make a mess in here, Y/N.”

“I can swallow.” Y/N reminded him casually. He let out a groan at that. She narrowed her eyes and then pulled her hand off of him. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, shoving the lacy material into his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he looked at her. “You were being loud.” She smiled innocently and continued to jerk him off.

His eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes just for a moment. He heard her knees hit the floor and felt her hand let go of his cock.

Leaning forward, Y/N pressed a soft kiss to his tip. He bit down on her panties and let out a muffled groan. Her lips wrapped around him and her tongue swirled, pressing up against the veins of his cock.

Her hands fondled his balls, massaging them and urging him to cum soon. He didn’t want to though. His ego was a bit too big to let him cum so fast. Y/N took him fully into her mouth now, putting in more effort to take him all the way. She gagged on his cock.

The thick tip of his cock hit against the back of her throat. Saliva coated him completely. Her jaw was aching from how she kept it open to avoid her teeth grazing over him. Robby was a tough guy, but even he had some sensitive spots.

His hand went to the back of her head, gently guiding her movements. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him, causing his cock to twitch in her mouth.

Robby’s muscles flexed and his abs rolled before he subconsciously bucked his hips up. Her nose hit his abdomen and she furrowed her brows and her eyes closed. With a few more rolls of his hips, he came.

“Fuck-!” Robby let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolling back. Y/N swirled her tongue around him a few more times, urging him to give her more before she pulled off. A string of saliva connected them. She smiled and swallowed his cum before getting up to her feet.

“Good?” She asked softly, looking up as she pulled her panties out of his mouth. Robby cleared his throat and swallowed.

“Very. Lemme just…” Robby trailed off and pushed the pair of panties into his pocket. She knit her brows together.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping these. Thanks for the gift,” Robby leaned down and kissed her before stepping out of the storage closet. Y/N wiped her lips and then followed a moment later.

[lieslab]

Bad idea, right?

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Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: Your walk home from work is interrupted by a single stranger's harassment.

Genre: Stranger AU

Word Count: 2k

Trigger warning: Harassment/assault from a creepy stranger

A/N: Every time I write a request, an angel gains their wings. This one is no different. They are all here, requestee. Dramatic, sarcastic, and as chaotic as they always are.

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Walking home after dark wasn’t your ideal situation, but what more could you do? You didn’t want to cover the extra shifts for your coworker, but lately, you were saving up for your next big purchase. Picking up a few spare hours, it’d be extra money in your savings account. 

So after hesitating and contemplating, you finally agreed. That occurred at the beginning of the week and here you were on a Friday night. Beneath the neon lights, you thought you were safe. Cars plowed down the main city strip. 

Neon headlights and signs scattered throughout the area. This late, most businesses were closed. A lot of the ones remaining open and lit up, they were businesses you weren’t interested in stepping in. You worked over fifty hours this week and it caught up quickly. 

The more you walked, the more you wanted to shut your eyes and plop down on the ground, but you couldn’t. Not yet. You still had to go down this street and turn left. Take another right half-way down and then you’d be at your apartment complex. That didn’t count all the stairs you’d have to travel. Last you knew, the elevator wasn’t working. 

Neon lights reflected in water puddles. The ozone tickled your nose and clung to the atmosphere. Rain stopped trickling from the sky almost two hours ago, but it didn’t dry up right away. It’d take hours before the puddles would disappear. 

Along your shoulder, you kept your bag with you. You should have taken your car and you would have, if you hadn’t decided to ditch looking at the weather report this morning. You thought the fresh spring air would rejuvenate your exhausted body. It’d help you push through a final work day and it did, but now, you craved the simplicity of a car. You would have already been home. 

Instead, you wandered the outskirts of Seoul. Most people’s night activities occurred further in the city. More businesses closed early here. You kept walking and walking, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through your body when a puddle of cold water splashed a sliver of your bare ankle. 

“Excuse me?” 

You kept walking, not paying much attention. The moment your head hit the cold pillow, you knew you’d be out like a light. Your legs were exhausted and every joint ached. 

“Hey, excuse me! Excuse me!” The voice grew louder and footsteps rushed behind you. 

You spun around, unsure of the person in front of you. “Excuse me,” he tried again. He reached out with a hand and cupped your shoulder. “Hello, there.” 

You stepped back, pulling away. “I’m sorry. Can I help you?” Your eyes met his, trying to identify the features. Half-moon eyes, a sharpened nose, and soft jawline. 

Tendrils of dark hair sat beneath a black beanie. Your lack of contact against his hand caused him to frown, but it didn’t stop him from trying again. When it happened, you squeaked, but didn’t pull away. 

“I’ve been looking for someone like you. Sorry to interrupt your evening stroll, but you-” His eyes started to creep down your body. “You look just like my type, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled, squeezing your shoulder a little tighter.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” You tried to tug away, but his fingers didn’t release the cotton fabric between his fingers. 

“Where do you think you’re going? Come on. Why not give me a chance, hmm?” He leaned forward. The scent of tobacco hit your face and you tried to pull away again. 

He scowled and jerked you closer. “Why can’t you just-” 

“Hey, there you are! We’ve been trying to find you for the past twenty minutes! This isn’t the street we told you to meet us on.” 

Multiple footsteps sent your heart plummeting down into your stomach. You didn’t know this voice. You didn’t like the footsteps. Silhouettes expanded around each side of your body like a pack of wolves. 

A hand reached over your shoulder and you stiffened. A man you couldn’t identify stood by your side. A large muscular form slung around your shoulders. “And who are you?” He kept his fingers gently wrapped around the side of your arm, trying not to touch your chest. 

“If you were taken, why didn’t you just say that?” The man glared and stepped back. “If I would have known you were a slut, I wouldn’t have wasted my time.” 

“Excuse me?” Another voice uttered. 

“Get the fuck out of here, mate.” 

Grumbles fell from beneath the guy’s breath. He stormed off, disappearing into the neon lights. Curses and huffs followed him down the street. He retreated around a distant corner with his tail between his legs. 

The moment he disappeared from your view, bodies moved. The warmth around your shoulder disappeared and multiple bodies clustered around you. Soft brown eyes found your eyes first. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I touched you. That guy is a total creep and being your boyfriend was the first thing I thought of.” 

“He didn’t mean to hurt you, really. Binnie couldn’t hurt a fly. He might have all these muscles, but he’s harmless.” Felix reached up, instinctively cupping and gently kneading the burly muscles peeking out of Changbin’s compression shirt. 

“He could hurt the contents of your fridge,” Seungmin mumbled behind them. 

Minho leaned over and sacked him across the back of his head. 

“Hey! What the hell was that for?” 

“Did he touch you?” Another guy asked. “Should we call the cops and report him? Just say the words and we’ll get them over here.” 

You finally found your words after a few moments. “Thank you. You frightened me when you first appeared. I didn’t know if you were here to help me, or harm me.” Your lips quipped up in an appreciative smile and you ducked your head in a slight bow. “Seriously, thank you.” 

“That man is such a dickhead. He had no right to grab you like that. We saw the whole thing from our cars over there.” Han gestured over to two cars parked along the side of a street. “You’re totally out of his league.” 

Your cheeks went red, but it hid behind the night’s darkness. The only thing that saved you happened to be the brief patch of darkness you found yourself in. Before you could respond, another voice caught up with you. 

“What are you doing out here this late alone, anyway? Most people out at this hour are with groups, or a friend.” Minho stepped forward, scanning you for injuries. “Is your shoulder alright? He grabbed it pretty hard.” 

“It’ll probably be bruised, but I’ll manage.” 

“Do you want to come with us? We’re going to a cafe just down a few buildings. They recently extended their hours until midnight. We’ve been dying for an iced drink all day.” 

“Ugh, yes!” Hyunjin threw his head back and tossed his hands up into the air. “I’ve been so ready for this! If you want to come with us, I’ll pay for your drink. It won’t be tampered with. I’ll let the barista hand it to you.” 

“You don’t even know me.” 

“You’re right, but we don’t want you to suffer either. You kinda seem like an idiot, no offense. Seriously, who goes out this late at night?” 

Jeongin jammed an elbow into Seungmin’s ribs. “Shut up!” 

“I was staying at work late and I’m on my way back to my apartment complex.” 

“Oh, wow. You really are stupid. I was just joking, but why would you tell someone where you were coming from and going? Haven’t you heard of stranger danger?” 

“I-” 

“Seungmin, stop it!” Jeongin elbowed him again. “Why can’t you behave for five minutes?” 

“Suck my di-” 

“Enough!” Chan snapped at them. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry about them. We’re all wound up from our dance practice. They’ve been a mess all day.” 

“That’s right, big guy. Only because you denied our ice drink run this morning. You and your stick up your ass. ‘Oh no, we can all wait until tonight.’” Seungmin mocked him and stuck out his tongue in Chan’s direction. “We all might be dead by tonight.” 

“That’s a little dramatic, the cafe is right there.” Han pointed to a lit up building in the distance. 

“You wanna be the first to die?” 

“Channie, hyung! Tell him to stop it!” 

“The old man can’t save you with those freshly sprained joints of his.” 

Chan ran his hands over his face. “God, I wish I had a cane, so I could beat them with it sometimes.” 

“That’s child abuse, grandpa.” 

“And when I choke you with that cane, it’ll be called fucking around and finding out! Stand there and shut up!” Minho took over. “So back to the point, would you like to come with us?” 

“We don’t bite,” Felix sent you a smile. “We might sound overwhelming, but we’re innocent. You might have heard of us. We’re the k-pop group, Stray Kids. You’re safe with us. Kidnapping you would create a Dispatch article and we can’t afford to lose our reputation like that.” 

“Oh, says you. Donatella told me that if anyone was rude to me, I should tell them to fuck off and go straight to-” 

“Manners!” Chan snapped. “At this point, I’m going to need vodka in my iced coffee.” 

“Might as well. You already know they put those monster energy drinks in the espressos.” 

Chan’s head slumped defeatedly. Minho leaned over and patted his back. “There, there, it’s okay. Seriously, come with us, so we know that creep leaves you alone. We’ll walk you to your complex building, or wait until you can have a friend pick you up.” 

“Yeah, please?” Felix pulled away from Changbin’s arm. “It’ll be really fun and we love getting to know new people.” 

“Actually, I can buy your drink to make up for touching you. It’s been a bit and I still feel awful. Next time this happens, I’ll just punch the person straight in the jaw.” 

“Hell yeah, Binnie!” Felix spun around and missed a high-five between them. Before Changbin could attempt again, he spun back to you. “Please? We’ll be on our best behavior from now on, right, Seungmin?” 

“You’re asking a lot, but I suppose I’ll try.” 

“Um, yeah. Sure, I guess.” You shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Stray Kids, huh? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of you, but I don’t know much about you.” 

“We get to create a new fan!” Han rushed forward, almost trampling Felix. “Okay, so back in 2017, we were all trainees at JYP and-” 

You hesitated, but slowly followed him. Along the sidewalk, the rest of the guys trickled around you. They each poked in at different times, explaining their debut and all the memorable moments. 

When Hyunjin opened the door for you, you stepped into the cafe. Dim lights, the scent of pastries, and ground coffee beans. Espressos poured. Coffee pots brewed. Only two people sat at the distant wooden tables. 

You took your drink when the barista handed it to you. As you sipped, the rest of the guys continued the story. Leading you to a table, you forgot about why you were there to begin with. 

The beginning of Stray Kids and the start of their friendship with you.

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We all (rightfully) give Sorn a lot of flak for his generally terrible communication skills, aka harassing his man instead of just saying he wants him, but I do appreciate that there were some little details in this episode to show that he is trying to communicate more - he's just doing it indirectly.

For example, in the beginning, I was grumbling at him to just tell Jun that he didn't sleep with Penny, because it was obvious Jun was bothered. But then he did!

In other words, Jun is saying "I'm not hooking up with you after you just slept with Penny."

And in return, Sorn says "I'm going to take off my shirt, to show you that it's my clothes that have her perfume on them, not my body, which it totally would if we had actually banged. Also I look hot and I think this will impress you." (Which totally works).

Then later, after Jun was bothered by not being allowed to split the bill, and then being treated like he would be a hindrance in the kitchen (aka like a child), we got this:

"I shouldn't push you away for wanting to help, come do this with me". Treating Jun as less of a helpless child, but someone with his own capabilities. He then also shows curiosity about Jun's skills, aka interest in him as a human being.

And then my favorite of the episode:

"I'm going to be more considerate of your needs, and take better care of you going forward."

Also this doesn't really count, but I do love his "goddamn I want to be able to hug Jun like that" face when Tai and Jun are hugging.

He's still dumb in so many ways, but he is actually making an effort here. And he is doing more communicating! Just in his own way.

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For the request, can I please have Yandere Topaz, Jade, and Ruan Mei x people pleasure reader headcanon (seperate).

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

Yandere! Topaz/Jade/Ruan Mei x Gn! Reader

❏ In which your selfless deeds catch someone's attention for no good reason.

cw: suggestive themes, dehumanization, isolation, brainwashing, non-consensual (french) kiss, Ruan Mei being gross.

w/c: 1,484

"Care for a drink Miss Topaz? Maybe I can help with your problems..." You offer a juice to her, and a hand. Co-worker [Name], a diligent worker in the Strategic Investment Department, seen around doing favors and extra work just for everyone... But why won't you just help her and only her instead?

"Oh, thank you! And no thank you, I can do these all by myself, how about you take care of yourself, and take a rest? You're always so helpful, [Name]." Topaz takes the juice gratefully with a smile.

"No... The same goes for you, Miss Topaz, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here having this position." You bow your head before hearing someone call you.

"[Name]! Do you have anything to do right now!? I need you assistance with this—"

"Yes! Yes! Coming right up!" You scurry to the voice, but not before giving a little wave to Topaz.

She returns the wave. Before looking back to the screen... And frowns. "It's only a matter of time." She mumbles.

Oddly enough, in the next three days after just being in the IPC, you were announced as Topaz's own personal assistant.

"This is... A bit surprising... But I look forward to being your assistant from now on, Miss Topaz." You smile, she smiles too.

"No, Jelena is fine, you're my assistant now, right? You don't need to be formal. I just have one rule... Don't assist any other workers from the IPC if it's not me, alright?" She orders.

"May I ask why...?"

"I simply don't want you to be led astray from your work, now, am I clear?"

What... a weird request, but you follow it nonetheless. For one day, that is, you only lasted one day, when that another co-worker of yours, begged for your assistance, you couldn't refuse, you weren't trained for that.

"Awh come on, [Name]! Just because you're now Topaz's assistant, doesn't mean you don't have to help your other co-workers too!" The person in front of you moaned.

"I'm sorry but, Miss Topa—Jelena advised me not to—"

"It's just very little work, it won't kill you will it? Just help me."

"...A-Alright, fine..."

...After that time, you never saw that same co-worker again the next day, from what you've seen, he was fired from his job because of workplace harassment, you don't know if it's true, you doubt that it's true... and Jelena... didn't seem happy when she confronts you about your deed.

"Didn't I personally said to you that you shouldn't assist anyone other than me?"

She sighs and shakes her head disappointedly. Your back was facing the wall as she pushes up her thigh below your crotch.

"I can't believe you would just disobey me that early, maybe I should start teaching you and training so you won't be pushed around from others like that."

Teaching you and training you like a pet, that is. A cute, little pet who won't disobey her master. That's what Topaz shamelessly labels you as.

You walked into the pawn shop nervously. You swallow, feeling like you've entered a dangerous territory.

"Welcome to Bonajade Exchange. Who are you? And what do you seek?" An unfamiliar and elegant voice rang from behind the curtain.

"I wish... To help my friends." You mumbled out loud.

"Hm? Why is that?" Though you can't see her, you can feel her smiling through her lips. "Are you sure you're here for the sake of someone else?" She muses.

"They've... Been struggling with expenses, I don't know what offer you but myself... I owe them many." You tell her with a sad tone.

"You're sacrificing yourself for the sake of your friend? That's very noble, we can arrange that. Though, since you're here at my pawnshop, I'd like to hear what you want for your own self."

"No need. I'll do what I can to help other people." You fidget, yet say with full honestly, Lady Bonajade senses that. There is not single greedy bone in your body, fellows like you were rare, it's about time she found a rare gem, just like Jelena.

"I see," She raises the curtains. "In exchange for other people's needs, why don't you work at this shop?" She offers.

You cleaned the pawnshop, bargained for Jade, advertised the shop for the people in need. You kept the store running, but you didn't show any signs of uplifting the profits into another level, you were just a side piece, keeping the shop regulating like normal, and it was insufficient for Jade.

But it's fine, Jade doesn't leave an exchange until she gets real value.

You were cut ties from your family thinking that you were just busy and working hard to provide yourself and sending a lot of resources to them, your friends were now happy and financially stable but never really checked on you whether your doing good, the people you care and know were healthy, but they don't need you. Now you find your hands weighting chains, attached to the shackle on your wrist.

If there's one thing Jade found joy in, it's reaping a pure, untaited, soul.

"Come closer here," Jade gestures you to come over, you obey, broken. You see her lips, tainted with dark red lipstick, it comes closer, not on your face.

And just as Adam bit the apple, Jade bites your neck.

"Ruan Mei, you're burnt out, please take a rest, I'll handle all of this research." You place a blanket on her shoulder.

"Would you like a cup of tea? A plate of cake? Embroider something? Please inform me, I'll... I'll handle it." You say with a smile.

Ruan Mei was tired, she had been researching Aeons for a couple of weeks, barely feeding herself. And usually, when Ruan Mei was tired, she wouldn't entrust anyone with her research... Except for you.

Ruan Mei's trusty little assistant, whom she's sure no matter what she asks you for, you would do that.

"...I want a cake." She answers, though delayed.

"Oh, alright!" You seem delighted to be doing a favor. You ran into the kitchen, preparing the food as Ruan Mei daydreams.

Why were you so insistent in helping her? Why do you do everything in your power to please her? You're strange, a strange person, Ruan Mei shouldn't care, she shouldn't care about your well being, she shouldn't care why your here to help her.

"I'm at your service, Ruan Mei."

"Do you need any help? I'll be sure to help you with what you need, Ruan Mei."

"Ruan Mei."

"Ruan Mei."

"Ruan Mei—"

"Ruan Mei, your desert is ready..." She snaps out of her daydream and glances at you, then the plate you're holding.

She blinks. "Apologies, I blanked out."

"It's alright."

You don't say her name, she's just a bit slightly dissapointed. But it was never shown in her face.

You hand over the dessert you made for her, she takes it. You studied Ruan Mei's personal favorite desserts, food, tea and how it's all tailored to Ruan Mei's tastes. Your cooking is always bound to be above her expectations.

She takes a bite of the cake and you see her lips curl up by two milimeters, which sounds a lot.

"...Would like me to share?" She must've noticed you staring at her, you shake your head at the offer. "I mean no harm, I simply want to share my food to you, is that alright?"

You obey her regardless...

She looks at her research paper, at the table, only to get a headache since none if it provided her help towards her goal. She opts focusing on you instead.

"Here, say ahh..." Using the spoon, she takes a good amount of portion of the cake and tried to feed you with it like you're a baby.

"Ruan Mei, that is a bit... Embarrassing..."

You said her name, she relishes.

"It's fine, you only deserve, after all the times you helped me, come on, you don't need to lift a finger." She pushes the spoon to your lips, so you awkwardly open your mouth and the cake enters.

"...Say my name." She orders, but your eating something... That's not a problem, right?

"Ruan Mei, wh—Mmph!?"

She intrudes, exploring your mouth with her tongue, feeling the food that you personally made for her, she takes a part of it, and exits your mouth.

She swallows the cake with your saliva coatted in it then licks her lips. "Mm. Delectable." She nods, as if she's rating the experience with 4.5 stars.

You were left there with a dumbfounded expression, confused, perhaps even grossed out.

It's fine, brainwashing isn't hard to conduct, you'll forget this ever happened in no time. Just as how you forgot you were trapped in her home against your will in the first place.

a/n: mmm... manipulative women... 😋

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and the way they protect you - Part 1

Starring: Isagi, Kunigami & Rin

Prompt: You're at a party, and you're getting bothered by some guy.

Warnings: Slight harassment, curse words & Isagi Yoichi's colourful vocabulary

Isagi Yoichi

Insults the person and their whole bloodline

Normally, Isagi Yoichi was a calm, put together guy.

But when he's passionate about something, his whole personality does a 180.

And when the people he loves are in danger... well that's enough for him to flip the switch.

"So, what's a beauty like you doing here all alone?"

"I'm not alone now, unfortunately." You sighed, putting on an air of indifference as your eyes drifted away, while looking for a mop of deep blue hair and a sparkling smile.

Unluckily for you, you were met with a self-assured grin and an arrogant set of eyes, which looked you up and down, the lewd intention obvious in his half-lidded gaze.

The guy stepped closer to you. Consequently, your heart hammered faster, your hands turning clammy as you shuffled into your spot.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, but Isagi did not emerge from whatever interview he had to intent.

What's taking him so long?

Your lips twitched in irritation as he leaned in, his filthy breath wafting against your face.

"Alright. That's enough." You snapped, while you gave the guy a harsh shove.

The guy's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Come now, there's no need to act so emotional, let me calm you dow--"

"I think you should calm your tiny ass dick down, before I'll cut it off and shove it down your nasty throat, you filthy schmuck." A harsh voice interjected.

The guy's eyes widened, shocked at the vile use of language, a contrast to the relief that pooled into your chest as a warm, familiar presence reassuringly appeared beside you.

Isagi gently draped his jacket over your shoulders, glaring at the guy, who had been leeringly eyeing them.

Though, when Isagi turned to you, the frustration melted from his face, instead replaced by a heartfelt expression.

His eyes were soft, as he gazed into your eyes, a hint of worry in his irridescent irises.

Seemingly completely having forgotten about the guy's existence, Isagi's eyes were only on you, concernedly looking for any signs of distress.

His hand caressed your cheek, the gesture light and tender, making you instinctively lean into his touch.

He momentarily leaned his forehead against yours, the scent of cinnamon coating your senses.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, love." He murmured. "You don't deserve to be treated this way." At that, his right hand momentarily clenched together, the only indication of his rising frustration.

You smiled weakly, his genuine tone enough to make your knees feel weak and your brain to turn into mush.

"And as for you," Isagi spat, turning to the guy, his voice taking on a harsh and biting tone.

His eyes flashed with enmity, as he glared at the guy.

"I suggest you should shut the fuck up," Isagi sneered, stepping forwards as he pushed himself into the other guy's space.

"Don't think you'll get away with your shitty ass behaviour. Didn't your mother teach you how to treat women, or were you raised by the troll under the bridge? Well," Isagi looked him up and down, his lips downturned.

"You certainly look like you've grown up there. You look like a goddamm rat with your lanky ass hair and your shite posture."

At Isagi's harsh words, the guy was ostensibly taken aback, his hands raised up in the air, as his eyes widened in surprise. "Hey now, I didn't mean it, come on, it's not so deep--"

"Not so deep?" Isagi scoffed, crossing his arms. Yeah, his arms definitely didn't look great in that suit. No, nope. Mhm. Isagi rolled his eyes. Sassily. "Can you believe this guy? Tch."

At Isagi's affronted look, warmth spread throughout your body at the realisation that he was doing this all for you.

However, right now, you were attracting a lot of attention, onlookers and bystanders gaping at the altercation escalating.

However, Isagi seemed far from done, on the contrary, he seemed even more worked-up by now.

He fumed, "I wonder how you even got the audacity and the guts to even approach someone, knowing you look like you emerged from the the trash can yourself, you shitty ass piece--"

"Okay, Yoi, let's go." You chuckled, placing a hand on his arm as mirth coloured your voice, deciding that you'd have to end this interaction before it would actually get you permanently banned from the party.

"Wah, huh?" Isagi pivoted on his spot, but st your amused look, he nodded. "Okay, whatever you want, love."

A grin flitted across your face, eliciting a small, heart-fluttering smile from Isagi. You hooked your arm through his, as you pressed against his side, relishing in the way how his touch alone could simultaneously make your heart speed up and feel at rest.

While you were leaving, neither of you was aware of the utter befuddlement you left in your wake.

One moment, Isagi had turned into a vicious, cursing menace, and the next into a caring, sweet boyfriend.

It was suffice to say that the crowd was shocked into a stunned silence.

Normally, Isagi was a calm and put together guy.

But when he's passionate about something, his whole personality does a 180.

And when the people he loves are in danger... well that's enough for him to flip the switch.

And well, as his eyes squinted at you affectionately as you loudly complained about that absolute asshole, it went without saying that you were definitely part of that category.

Kunigami Reinsuke

Being protective and physical

Kunigami Reinsuke is someone who fiercely loves his significant other. His love burns bright, and he would do anything to see a smile on your face.

But the contrary is true, too. He would do anything within his power to prevent a frown from appearing on your disposition.

You traced your wineglass, impatiently waiting until Kunigami would return from where he was dragged away for some interview.

"Well, well, a rare gem like you can hardly be found anywhere, I'd like to study such an exceptional being like you."

A sleazy guy came up from behind you, uncomfortably close.

Your nose scrunched in disgust at the way how he blatantly put you down as some object.

Nevertheless, your composure remained polite, as you stiffly replied, "no thank you. I'm fine."

The guy chuckled. "You sure are, darling. Why don't we leave this boring party?" His eyes were sly as he eyed you up and down.

You scoffed, thorougly disgusted. "Again, no thanks." And with that, you turned on your heel, briskly marching away.

However, you were obstructed from fleeing the vicinity, as the guy's grimy fingers clasped around your wrist.

Your head span towards him, a scowl flitting over your features. "What do you think you're doing? You insane fuck--"

Though, your words were cut off, as the guy yanked your arm until you were chest to chest with him, noses mere inches apart.

His hand settled onto your middle, hands possessively splayed across your side. You snarled, "What the hell--"

A split second later, three things happened all at once.

Firstly, the guy's nose was punched. He let out a yowling groan as he clutched his nose, blood peering out between his fingers as he staggered a few steps back.

Secondly, you were pushed behind a broad-shouldered body, effectively shielded from the blood sprouting from the guy's face.

And thirdly, the broad-shouldered body was Kunigami, who looked absolutely, raging furious.

"She said no, did she not?" Kunigami said in a low, threatening voice, his features tight.

The guy, who was still clutching his nose, yelled out, "What the hell, man?! What's fucking wrong with you?!"

Kunigami's jaw tensed. "Look, I'll give you one chance to leave, mostly unscathed. I'd suggest you take it."

The guy let out a disbelieving guffaw. "What? Are you saying I'm at fault?" He pointed at you, "She provoked me! That shameless bitch--"

Kunigami did not hesitate.

He did not hesitate when he swung a fist.

He did not hesitate to break the guy's nose.

A sickening crunch filled the ambience, followed by a vocarious scream and a lot of cursing.

"You fucking piece of shit." Kunigami cursed, fiercely pouncing onto the man and decking his face.

The guy fell on the ground due to the force of all the hits, but Kunigami threw himself onto him until they landed on the ground in a flurry of blurry limbs.

Kunigami would've probably punched him unconscious if it weren't for the people separating him with great difficulty from the moaning guy on the ground.

While his arms were straining to struggle himself free, he was forcibly dragged away until he was standing next to you, nose bleeding and sporting a few bruises. But despite being injured, he still looked like he was out for blood.

However, his fierce look didn't deter you. You turned on him, features heavy with worry.

"Kuni, are you okay?" You anxiously eyed him, chewing your lip. You winced at the bruise already blooming above his eyebrow.

Kunigami's eyes widened until they softened imperceptibly. "I'm fine." He said curtly. "Are you?" He eyes roamed his face.

You let out a weary sigh. It really was typical for him to worry about others when he was the one who had been fighting.

"You're bleeding."

"You should see the other guy."

You shook your head, disbelievingly. Grabbing a tissue from a nearby table, you dabbed the blood splatters from his face, pulling your lip slightly.

"Pretty."

"Huh? What did you say?"

The tips of Kunigami's ears turned a suspicious red. "Nothing." He mumbled.

Now it was your turn for a flush to overtake your face.

"I... see. Let's get you patched up, alright?" You placed a hand on his arm, pulling him along.

He widened his eyes in surprise but silently obliged.

As you walked away, you chuckled lightly until it turned into a full-blown delighted laugh.

Kunigami stared at the upturned corners of your lips for a moment, heartbeat pounding in his chest.

Was it a weird thing to say that he felt more exhilarated knowing he was the one who put that smile on your face than beating someone up?

Itoshi Rin

Full on death glare coupled with intimidation

Itoshi Rin is the kind of guy who'd look down on people who don't know any basic manners.

Normally, he'd brush it off, or quietly murmur "lukewarm" underneath his breath. And then proceed on with his day.

But rarely, he'd take personal offence. It was actually difficult to hurt him. He was quite apathetic and aloof.

But that was him. And you were you.

And when it came to you, that façade of indifference easily shattered, because an insult to you, was an insult to him.

"Hey, pretty. Would you like a drink, and perhaps my number?" A hand slithered its way around your middle, a stinking breath that was heavily coated with alcohol hit your cheek.

Your lips twitched. However, you managed to keep your facial features neutral. Barely.

Hopefully, feigned ignorance would do the trick.

"Ah, playing the hard game." The guy clacked his tongue, but you stared straight ahead, set on ignoring him.

The guy scoffed, portraying his brief irritation, before it was replaced with an appaling attempt at a flirtatious tone.

He then leaned in closer, his hip bumping against yours. You stiffened, hand curling tight around your wineglass.

"Why are you so uptight?" The guy continued in that filthy saccharine demeanour of his. "Maybe I should... loosen you up a little..."

At his cryptic tone, you finally turned to him, confused. A slimy grin overtook his lips, the only warning preceding to him stepping deeply into your personal space, hand snaking its way on the lower end of your back.

Surprised, you let out a snarl, skin burning uncomfortably where he was touching you.

"I can already feel you loosen up, baby. Perfect for me." He muttered, leaning in closer and closer, his fingers inching lower and lower--

"What do you think you're doing, you lukewarm chimp?"

Itoshi Rin stepped from behind you, his eyes deceptively inflectionless, an imposing air of authority about him.

"Rin..." You said faintly, relief evident in your voice.

Rin didn't turn around, but the soft touch of his fingers momentarily touching your arm was reassuring.

However, there was no trace of softness in his voice when he spoke to the guy, towering over him due to his height.

The guy shrank in on himself, intimidated by the fierce, cold look in Rin's eyes, yet he still had the gall to open his mouth.

"What's your problem man? She your girlfriend or something?"

He said jokingly, but his voice trembled and his hands were fidgeting.

"Future wife." Rin deadpanned, leaning down until he was effectively glaring into the guy's eyes.

"Oh. Uhm. Look man, I didn't mean it like that, I swear! She was the one who threw herself on me! Maybe you should reign in your crazy little girlfriend, and--"

One moment, the guy was practically cowering before Rin.

The next? He was pushed against the wall, feet dangling a good few centimetres above the ground.

Rin's gaze could only be described as murderous. His shoulders were tense as his arms easily uplifted the guy by his shoulders.

The guy's face turned pale, his mouth hanging wide open.

"Listen up, you dumb donkey. Get it into your thick skull that you are utter trash next to me. Don't even think about hitting on my girlfriend. You got that, you half-baked idiot?"

The guy let out an embarrassing squeak. You had to cover your mouth to stifle the chuckle, threatening to fall off your lips.

By now, the whole commotion had attracted quite the amount of attention, and you felt almost envious that this side of Rin was put on display for anyone to see, rather than being kept for yourself.

Because the fiery, bone-chilling look in Rin's eyes, the protective stance to keep you apart from the grimy guy, and the way how he so easily lifted the other up, as if he weren't any more than a sack of potatoes, was honest to god, goddamn attractive.

Rin scoffed as his eyes narrowed, then, he unceremoniously let go of the guy, calmly walking away towards you.

The guy landed with a harsh thud before he scrambled away.

"Hey. Don't look at him." Rin called out to you. His fingers then gently curled around your wrist, tugging you along, away from the party.

You turned your hand, clasping your fingers with his. A smile broke out on your face.

"So, future wife, huh?"

"... shut up."

If Rin's other hand momentarily disappeared in his pocket, encircling a small box, you didn't mention it.

And if a giddy, hopeful laugh left your lips, Rin didn't mention that either.

[missarchive]

OK, I’m finally gonna submit and ask because like live in stalking your blog forever lol and i’m obsessed!

hotch hurt/comfort where bau!reader has a terrible day bc like some cop made fun of her and it got really under her skin? (you can make it rlly sad) established relationship? up to you

tysm!!!

-🎀

cw; misogyny, harassment in the workplace, kissing, big mean scary hotch (he's an absolute softie), lots of comfort

an; thank you for your request <3 ive been on such a hotchner kick lately so i've got a few more hotch fics up my sleeves after this one

wc; 1.5k

“What we know so far is that the unsub is male, most likely in his mid to late thirties. He lives a very ordinary life,” you say, glancing around the room as you deliver your profile. Your eyes lock briefly with Aaron’s, who gives a subtle nod of encouragement. “He was subject to bullying in high school, likely due to being socially awkward or standing out in some way. This has led to deep-seated insecurities and an inability to maintain long-term relationships. His current behaviour indicates an attempt to regain control and dominance he feels he was deprived of.”

As you continue with your analysis, movement in the corner of the room draws your attention. An officer leans toward his companion, muttering something under his breath that earns a chuckle. His eyes drag over you with an unprofessional intensity, and his smirk lingers, making your stomach churn with unease. You furrow your brows slightly but push the distraction aside, refocusing on the case at hand.

The meeting stretches on, but finally, it concludes. Your fellow agents begin filtering out of the room, exchanging quiet remarks as they leave, while the remaining officers follow suit. You stay behind, methodically removing photos and notes from the whiteboard, organizing them into a neat stack.

The sound of your heels tapping against the floor fills the empty space as you turn, only to pull up short when you nearly collide with someone. Your pulse stutters as you recognise the same officer from before, standing too close, his expression dark with something you can’t quite place.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was still here,” you say, stepping back instinctively.

He doesn’t budge. Instead, his lips curl into a sneer. “So, who are you filling in for today?”

Your frown deepens. “I’m not sure what you mean, sir. This is my job.”

His eyes narrow, and he takes a deliberate step forward, forcing you back against the whiteboard. “You don’t have to be so coy, doll,” he says, voice dripping with condescension. “Come on, who’d you suck off to get here?”

The crude words hit you like a slap. Your breath hitches, and you instinctively press your palms flat against the board behind you, trying to create distance. “Sir, I’m not sure this is an appropriate discussion to be having,” you say, voice tightening, your eyes darting toward the door.

Before you can react further, a sudden movement to your left makes you start. A firm hand grips the officer’s shoulder and wrenches him backward with force. “That’s enough,” Aaron’s voice slices through the tension like a knife.

The officer stumbles slightly but rights himself, his face twisting in surprise and then indignation as he looks up at Aaron’s imposing figure. Aaron steps forward, placing himself between you and the officer, his dark eyes cold and unwavering.

“What the hell, man—” the officer starts, straightening his shoulders.

“You’re done here,” Aaron interrupts, his voice calm but lethal. “If I ever see you speak to anyone on my team like that again, you’ll be answering to much more than just me. Is that clear?”

The officer’s mouth opens and closes, but the weight of Aaron’s glare pins him in place. He mutters something under his breath before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room.

As the door swings shut behind him, you exhale a shaky breath, still pressed against the board. Aaron turns to you, his expression softening slightly. “Are you okay?”

You nod, though your hands are trembling slightly at your sides. “Yeah... Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Aaron studies you for a moment longer, his dark eyes searching yours with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch. He steps closer, his voice soft but firm. “You could have come and got me.”

You swallow hard, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his words. “I know,” you whisper, offering him a small, tired smile. “I just... I didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

Aaron’s expression darkens slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face—not at you, but at the situation. He shakes his head gently. “It is a big deal. You shouldn’t have to brush it off.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he’s already reaching for you, his hand resting at the small of your back, guiding you out of the precinct without another word.

Aaron’s hand remained steady on your back as he guided you outside, the crisp night air rushing to meet you. It was quiet here, the hum of the precinct fading into the background, leaving only the sound of your uneven breathing and the faint rustle of leaves in the distance. He stopped near the corner of the building, turning to face you fully. His hands moved to your upper arms, grounding you in his presence.

“Talk to me,” Aaron said gently, his voice breaking through the haze of doubt clouding your mind.

You shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the frustration—or was it shame?—from bubbling over. “I’m fine,” you lied, forcing the words out even though you could feel them falling flat. “I just need to move on. It’s not worth—”

“Stop.” His tone was calm but firm, and it made you look up at him, your eyes meeting his. There was no anger there, no disappointment—only concern and something else you couldn’t quite name. “It is worth talking about. You are worth talking about.”

The lump in your throat grew, and you looked away, your gaze fixing on a crack in the pavement. “I shouldn’t let it get to me,” you murmured. “But… maybe he’s right.”

Aaron’s brows knit together, his hands tightening slightly on your arms. “What are you talking about?”

You shrugged, trying to swallow down the sting of the words that had been hurled at you back in the conference room. “Maybe I’m not good enough to be here,” you admitted quietly. “Maybe I’m just pretending I belong. I mean, if people like him think I’m a joke, what if they’re right?”

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything he could have said. When you finally looked back at Aaron, his expression was resolute, his dark eyes locking onto yours with unwavering intensity.

“They’re not right,” he said, each word deliberate. “And you know that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he stepped closer, his hands moving to cradle your face with a gentleness that made your chest ache. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t good enough,” he continued, his voice steady but edged with something close to frustration. “You’ve earned your place, and no one—no one—has the right to question that.”

The tears you’d been holding back threatened to spill over, but you bit them down, shaking your head slightly. “It’s hard not to question myself when people like him look at me like I don’t belong.”

Aaron exhaled slowly, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “People like him don’t matter,” he said softly. “You do. Your work speaks for itself, and anyone who can’t see that isn’t worth your time.”

Your hands came up to grip his wrists, grounding yourself in the warmth of his touch. “It’s just… exhausting,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Having to prove myself over and over again. Sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it’ll never be enough.”

Aaron’s face softened, and he leaned down slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I know it’s exhausting,” he murmured. “And I wish I could take that weight off your shoulders. But you’re not alone in this. You have me. You have the team. We see you, and we know exactly what you’re capable of.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in, letting the steady cadence of his voice soothe the storm inside you. After a long moment, you nodded, your grip on his wrists loosening. “Thank you,” you said quietly. “I… I needed to hear that.”

Aaron pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, his expression softening even further. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he said, his voice filled with quiet conviction. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. It wasn’t hurried or forceful—it was steady, grounding, a promise in itself.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes search yours, as if silently making sure you’re really okay. “I’ll always be here,” he promises softly.

You smile, a real one this time, feeling lighter than you have all day. “I know.”

Aaron presses another kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. You sink into him, letting yourself feel safe, letting yourself believe that with him, you’re never alone.

“Let’s go home,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Yeah,” you whisper, lacing your fingers with his. “Home sounds perfect.”

He squeezes your hand gently, leading you to the car, his presence a steady, comforting weight beside you. And in this moment, you know you’re exactly where you belong.

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[writingpandagoth]

Hiii, I wondered if you could write a Young! Severus Snape x fem!reader, during their years at Hogwarts.

Reader is kind of Severus's protector, she tries her best to keep him away from trouble like the Marauders' bullying or not get himself killed by his Potion experiments

Until one day they end up trapped in a broom closet and feelings come out to light

Hope this is up to your liking.

Sticky Situations

You weren’t looking to make friends, and neither was he.

It was in third year when you’d stayed after class to argue with Professor Slughorn about a complicated brewing method. You hadn’t realized someone else had lingered too—quiet as shadow, dark hair in his eyes, scribbling something intense into a battered Potions book.

"You were right," he said suddenly, not looking up. "About adding the dittany after the root stabilizer. Most students miss that."

You blinked. "Thanks. I didn’t know you were listening."

"I always listen. Especially when people are correct."

That was your first real conversation with Severus Snape.

Over the next years, you gravitated toward each other like gravity had a plan. Long evenings spent trading potions notes, skipping dinner to experiment with ingredient ratios, quiet companionship during study sessions in the library. He had sharp opinions, a sharper tongue, and an uncanny knack for knowing when you needed silence instead of words.

And somewhere in between whispered theories and ink-smudged hands, something began to bloom.

But neither of you said anything.

Because the friendship you had was —safe. And risking it felt like trying to bottle a star.

You hated Thursdays.

You were heading back from the library when you overheard two Ravenclaws murmuring in the hallway—something about the Marauders cornering Snape again, this time near Greenhouse Three.

Your blood turned cold.

You didn’t even think. You ran.

You could hear them before you saw them. Laughter. Jeering. Then—

"Come on, Snivellus, tell us how you got so greasy—did you fall in your own cauldron again?"

"Maybe he brews his own shampoo in his spare time— but must’ve messed up the recipe."

You rounded the corner just in time to see James Potter shoving Severus backward while Sirius Black leaned in with that same awful smirk. Severus’s bag was spilled across the grass, his wand somewhere out of reach, lip bleeding, fists clenched but shaking.

Your vision flashed red.

“Hey!”

All four Marauders turned.

You didn’t stop. You stormed forward, shoving James hard enough that he stumbled back a step. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Sirius opened his mouth to quip something, but one glance at your expression made him think twice.

“Get lost,” you snapped. “All four of you. Now.”

James scoffed. "We were just—"

"Harassing someone who was minding his own business?" You took another step. "You’re so proud of yourselves, ganging up on someone just because he is better at Potions than you’ll ever be? Brilliant work, really. You’re all a bunch of cowards."

Remus looked uncomfortable. Peter was already backing off.

Finally, with a mocking bow, Sirius muttered, "Touchy, aren't we?" before turning on his heel. James followed with a glare. The others trailed behind.

You dropped to your knees beside Severus.

"I should’ve hexed them" you muttered, brushing hair from his face.

"That would’ve gone well," he said dryly, wincing.

"Better than you bleeding in the grass," you snapped.

He tried to wave you off, but you were already digging through your satchel for your emergency healing kit. You always carried it. Always.

You cleaned the blood on his lip, jaw tight, voice low. "They got to stop targeting you like it’s their hobby and you! Do you have a death wish or are you just too bloody stubborn to avoid those idiots?"

He didn’t answer. Just let you dab at the cut, his eyes on yours, unreadable.

"I don’t need you fighting for me," he said after a long moment.

"Then stop giving me reasons to."

Your hand hovered at his jaw a second longer than necessary.

He didn’t pull away.

You just kept patching him up, pretending your heart wasn’t trying to crawl out of your ribs.

The silence between you stretched, thick with everything unspoken. Your fingers slowed against his skin, lingered. His eyes never left yours—until they did. He was the first to look away.

"Thanks," he muttered, voice rough, almost guilty.

Your chest ached.

"Don’t thank me," you said softly. "Just stop letting them get to you."

He didn’t answer. But his hand brushed yours as you packed up your kit, and it stayed there just a second too long.

It was past curfew when you slipped into the Potions classroom with Severus. He’d talked you into it—something about a new Potion Theory he wanted to test and needed your assistance for it. Which made no sense because Severus Snape never need assistance and you both knew it.

You weren’t sure what the real reason was but you didn’t question it and just went along.

He set up the ingredients with practiced care, adjusting flame levels and jotting down notes. You perched on the edge of a desk nearby, your legs swinging slightly as you watched him.

Every few moments, your eyes drifted around the empty classroom.

"You know," you said lightly, "I think that painting on the wall has been staring at me funny all year. Think it's judging my fashion choices."

Severus didn’t respond. He was watching the potion but his eyes would flicker over to you every minute.

"Oh Merlin," you added, peering at the back shelf, "is that Slughorn’s first cauldron? It looks like it survived a Goblin rebellion. How did I never notice it.“

Severus’s quill hovered in place. His jaw tensed.

You turned to glance at him, only to find him staring—not at the potion, but at you.

"You’re staring," you teased hopping of the desk and walking closer.

He blinked, caught. "You’re distracting."

You grinned. "And you make weird faces when you concentrate."

He scowled. "I do not."

He glanced at you again—at the curve of your smile, the way your eyes sparkled in the low light, the way your fingers brushed your hair back behind your ear.

That’s probably why he got distracted and looked back at the cauldron too late.

The flame beneath it had flared—too high, too fast.

The surface of the potion bubbled violently, thick froth rising with ominous speed.

"Sev—"

BOOM.

You tackled him backward just as the cauldron exploded, a wave of hot, sticky potion goo splattering the walls, the floor, and the space where you’d both just been.

You landed hard against his chest, your arms around him, the breath knocked out of both of you.

When you opened your eyes, you were still holding him.

And he was staring at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

Neither of you moved.

The heat from the explosion clung to your skin. Your eyes met his, wide and breathless.

And then your gaze dropped—to his lips.

Just for a second.

And then again.

You didn’t even realize you were leaning in, not fully. Just enough to feel his breath on your mouth. Just enough that your heart forgot how to beat normally.

He didn’t say a word.

But his hands gripped your waist tighter.

Neither of you breathed.

A sound down the corridor—harsh footsteps, the unmistakable scrape of Filch’s voice barking out a confused curse.

"What was that noise?"

Your heart jumped into your throat.

Severus’s eyes widened.

You both scrambled up, still covered in goo, breathless and flushed.

Grabbing his hand you ran.

Down the hall, around the corner—nearly skidding into a suit of armor. Your hand never left his. Behind you, Filch's voice grew louder, more frustrated.

You tried not to laugh. It was ridiculous. It was reckless. And it was so very you and Severus.

"In here!" you whispered, yanking open the nearest door—a narrow broom closet half-hidden behind a dusty tapestry.

Severus didn’t hesitate.

You both squeezed inside, and the door clicked shut just as Filch’s footsteps echoed behind you.

You could hear each other breathing.

The space was dark, tight, your fronts pressed together, your back nearly touching the door.

Neither of you spoke.

Not yet.

Footsteps passed. A muttered curse. Then nothing.

You exhaled, your breath brushing his neck, a small, disbelieving laugh escaping. "That was almost impressive."

He chuckled, deep and low. "You tackled me."

"You’re welcome."

He reached for the door. It rattled.

Didn’t budge.

Silence fell again, but this time it was heavier. Denser.

You were pressed against him—chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The cramped space left no room to pretend it wasn’t affecting you.

Your breath slowed. So did his.

You shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache that was starting to build in your knees from standing.

But no matter what you couldn’t get comfortable in the cramped up space.

His voice, rough with restraint, whispered, "Stop." 

You froze. Your gaze found his in the dark.

You could feel the way his heart was racing. Or maybe it was yours.

You kept shifting, trying to breathe, trying not to think about how warm he was, how good he smelled, how close his mouth was to yours.

He growled again, lower this time—desperate. "Stop moving."

"Why?"

He hesitated, jaw tight. "Because you’re driving me mad. And if you keep doing it—I might do something we can’t undo."

You stared up at him, breath caught between your ribs.

"Like what?"

You shifted again, your hand brushed his chest, just slightly and your breath brushing his chin.

And something in him snapped.

In one sudden motion, Severus gripped your waist and pressed you back against the door. The air left your lungs. And before you could even ask what he was doing—

He kissed you.

Fierce. Breathless. Full of years of silence and longing and buried want.

It stole the floor out from under you.

By the time he pulled back, you were dazed, your fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt.

„This.“ His voice was deeper than you ever heard it.

You blinked. "Please… tell me this means something to you? if you’re not serious—tell me now. Because I’ve had feelings for you for so long and if you don’t mean this I—"

He kissed you again. Slower this time. Surer.

When he pulled away, his voice was low and ragged.

"I’ve never meant anything more in my life. I’ve loved you for years. I’ve wanted to do this for years, but I was too much of a coward to risk losing you.“

You didn’t know how long you stayed in that confession-drunken quiet, hands still tangled in his robes, his thumb brushing your cheek.

He leaned closer again kissing you once more.

Desperate. Careful. Fierce and trembling. Like he’d dreamed of it, like he couldn’t believe it was real.

You melted into him.

But eventually—

CLANG.

The closet door creaked.

And the unmistakable voice of Argus Filch groaned, "Well, well, what 'ave we here?"

You both jumped, blinking into the sudden burst of light as the door swung open.

Filch wrinkled his nose. "Covered in potion goo, sneakin' 'round after curfew, snoggin' in a broom cupboard… I’ve seen things in here, but this—"

You barely heard him.

Because Severus took your hand in his and you were both trying not to laugh.

Detention was a certainty. A lecture even more so.

But when Severus glanced down at you, eyes soft and a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he whispered, "Worth it."

You nodded, heart full.

"Completely."

[mixtapesandwintercoats]

women=scapegoats

Just my opinion.

TRIGGERING WARNING: SA/ SH

When did the word woman become synonymous with scapegoat? As I see the news each day, I realize this is the world we seem to live in. In light of recent events regarding the attempt to destroy the career and livelihood of a fellow actress and woman , I have felt compelled to write this, as I have unfortunately been subject to the same toxic masculinity throughout my life. In my recent career, I’ve brought forward concerns about a male colleague and was deemed “hysterical.” I was told my fears were figments of my imagination. Now, as I’m seeing this pattern pop up more, I realize this is the norm.

I, like a lot of women, had hope in change —especially in the latter part of 2017 when many brave women came forward during the #MeToo movement. There seemed to be an uprising, a new wave of recognition for those who had been abused, degraded, slandered, silenced and it was loud. But it was the kind of noise I can only liken to a firework. It can wake you up out of a sound sleep, it burns so bright and shocks the shit out of you but then, it burns out — just like that. And when the smoke in the sky clears and the ashes and debris are swept away from the sidewalk, behind closed doors —to them— we are still just noisy women.

So we all go about our business until the next wave of injustice comes.

With the #MeToo movement, it felt different. People were annoyed (by people, I mean men and anyone who enables abusers). Annoyed that they might have to change their own dehumanizing behavior. I remember the shift from “yasss!!! Go women!!!! We are woke af!!!! We got your back!!!!” To “god, didn’t these bitches have their moment a few years ago? Get over it”. As if centuries of women being underpaid, undervalued, under-appreciated, raped, harassed, terrified and used for the benefits of dick-wielding heroes would be erased because you commented on your second cousins #MeToo instagram saying “stay strong”.

It was a pat on the head, a consolation prize accompanied by an eye roll as if we were just all constantly complaining that the gas station didn’t sell our preferred brands of tampons.

When a suit was filed against me by a former employer, (the suit was withdrawn), after making a confidential complaint against a coworker for unprofessional behavior, I had the silly and naive impression they would believe me. I am not known as a liar in my field of work, no matter how vocal I may be. Hence, why I’ve been working for 25 years. Instead of being believed and protected, a suit was filed against me for having the audacity to speak up. I was publicly shamed and defamed in the process. A reputation I had cultivated for over 2 decades had now been tainted as I became the crazy, paranoid and to quote directly, “hysterical and wild” woman, who apparently just had it in for men. My previous abuse was also brought up as “unfounded claims”, and I was made to seem like someone who just goes after men, rather than being seen as someone who has been dealing as a professional in this world, since I was a child, standing up for herself. This was after I had taken all of the recommended, reasonable and appropriate measures of reporting confidentially to my union.

The experience left me with a lot of questions, of the professionals in my industry, of the public, and of men.

To the public… I often wonder why are we always so excited to see the takedown of a woman? Why are we always so quick to defend a man after he is accused of bad behavior, but if a woman speaks out… she’s clearly a liar? I’d like to think it’s because we are supremely afraid to believe the truth that these things actually happen. I’d like to believe it’s some form of indoctrinated denial. However, time and time again, I find most people believe the approval of a man is far more significant than the burden of supporting a woman. For men, it is always innocent until proven guilty. For women it is the opposite. “Prove your fear.” “Prove your discomfort.” “Prove your pain.”

This MUST change.

And to men, I first wonder… if you complained about a coworker and you were called a liar… how would you feel? You probably can’t answer this because most likely, statistically, it’s never happened to you. Men are usually believed because so many “bosses” are men.

I will say this to those who have such a difficult time believing that women are truthful: do you know what happens to us if we report anything?

Do you know that most of the time when a woman reports a concern about a man, the burden of proof lies solely on us?

Do you know how it feels to be treated as a second rate citizen solely because we don’t have an appendage we can stick into anything we feel we own the right to?

And yet… you need us. You can’t charge your phone without an outlet right?

And is that all we are? Outlets? Something you can take your anger and vitriol and push that into us and onto us?

It leads us to the impossible double-edged sword we face everyday.

If we don’t speak up, we’re weak and aiding in the problem.

If we do, we are over dramatic, bitchy, bossy, divas.

Do you have a sister? Do you have a daughter? Do you have a mother? I’m sure you do.

And so here we find ourselves again, in a vicious cycle of crucifying another woman for speaking out against a man. Watching as the world splits in two over who is telling the truth, no matter how much evidence is presented. Because how could a woman do anything but lie or exaggerate?

So I ask you this:

How can a man do anything but lie when he is consistently told his deceptions are gospel? Are we forever to hold the burden of being “perfect” to be victims and to be believed?

To change the narrative, we do not need more women to scream. We just need a lot more men to shut up and listen.

-abbie

[dumbgoondog]

Hi there! I was thinking of a weird scenario

How do you think the jjk men would react to their darling getting slapped by another man in front of them?? Like their darling got in a fight with someone and then boom they get hit in the face💀💀

Takeout Takedown(Part 1)

Cw/Tw - non specific discrimination, Violence, blood, and gore(Geto)

Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Toji

GN!Reader, Short fic style, dating for about 5-6 months, reader isn’t helpless/it’s not specified, the first few paragraphs are the build up and context for everything else. Next up - Sukuna, Mahito, Choso, and Kenjaku

What was supposed to be a quick pick up was now an awful argument between you and whoever this guy was. You’d ordered food for pick up, coming from after some shopping with your man, he was waiting out front but here you were. The bag of getting cold food, blocked, by this Neanderthal of a man.

Why you might ask, why the hell was he blocking you? Because there’s no way this was your order, that’s clearly not your name either, and that’s too much food for someone like you. Was he fat shaming, assuming you’re poor, all of the above?

Then this guy has the audacity to after making his points continuously interrupt you every time you tried to say anything. “That’s my boyfriend’s na-“ and he starts talking about how this place doesn’t even have good food that it’s just full of posers who can’t appreciate real Japanese food. It takes everything in you to not laugh at that, because what the absolute fuck is he going on about?

So instead while he’s busy, yappin, you lean to reach around him for the bag. Besides your lover was probably getting curious what was taking so long and might come in! Rather than wanting a big fiasco in public you just grab it and are about to turn to go when.

SMACK.

SATORU GOJO

Your passenger Princess was wondering, what had to be taking so long? The app said it was ready for pickup, you’d been in there for almost 10 minutes now too! He’d already gone through the glove box and console so now with nothing else, Gojo would come wait with you!

He was half expecting that when he pushed those doors open you’d bump into him with the food, but not you having just been cracked across the face falling into a nearby table. His cursed energy cracked and spit like hot oil as he rushed to lift you up, your lip busted and nose bleeding. You’re pulled into his strong arms still having to blink coming back from shock.

Gojo on the other hand looks to the guy, takes his phone out and takes his photo. Dave or whatever his name is, tries to puff up his chest to not seem intimidated. Gojo however is just smiling, and tucks his phone away after snapping the pic with a laugh, “Dang, our food is all over the floor, guess I’ll order us some more yeah lovely? I’ll get your favorite!”

Dave scoffs, crossing his arms, and kicks one of the spilled boxes of food, “you must be the supposed boyfriend huh? Honestly really disgusting what this world is coming to, look at you two! Also you can’t take my photo without my consent that’s ille-“

“Zip it. You’re lucky I’m not handling you myself,” Gojo says, his voice smooth and even, “go ahead though, tell me how a photo is illegal versus you harassing and hitting someone.”

You look between the two swallowing, a hand touching at your tender lip and nose feeling the warm blood on your face. Gojo looks down to you with such a sorry look, you knew he’d be blaming himself for this for a while. Dave however doesn’t seem to know when to quit cause he starts marching forward to stick a hand to gojo’s chest- caught by infinity.

Gojo sighs, looking to the other man who’s so surprised his hand isn’t moving and his lip twitches annoyed. Then, Gojo starts walking forward, infinity pushing Dave back and holding him to the wall. Gojo keeps walking forward the pressure crushing Dave against the wall more and more, broken wheezes coming from his blubbering mouth.

“I like to think I’m pretty fair! I gave you a chance to run, told you off, and am letting the proper people handle you. All of this because they wanted to grab our food.” Gojo gives a laugh shaking his head brushing a hand through those beautiful white locks, “C’mmoooooon you’re not even worth my breath! What, you visiting to see a maid cafe? To go hound on Japanese teen girls like in your hentai? Get a life or die.”

Almost in a flash The world is squishing with reality bending, morphing like those bad Ai generated videos. Then you’re outside the doors to Gojo’s apartment, and he’s still carrying you. He looks down with such a big sad puppy dog look and starts kissing you all over whining, “my baaabbbyyyyy! Oohhh I’m so so sorryyy!!!! I promise that won’t ever happen again!”

SUGURU GETO

You know he doesn’t like leaving you alone where there are monkeys. You know he doesn’t like being left alone where there are monkeys. He’s a patient man, very patient, but only to a degree.

He moves pushes open the doors watching the initial crack to your face and then you start to fall. He’s there in an instant catching you, pulling you to him chest an arm wrapping around and hiding the offending man. He’s gently cupping your cheek offering such a sweet smile when the horrid sounds begin.

A sickening crunch, the scuttling of chitin against the floor and other surfaces, something like crunching into a juicy watermelon- the scream. Geto lifts you up, keeping an arm in way of your view of what was happening as he softly smiles asking, “My love, let’s just have Miguel or Larou make something hmm? Miguel just got an order in to make some ugali and beef wet fry. Then Larou is always looking to cook for us.”

You can see the blood starting to pool towards Geto’s feet, and a hand clawing at the tiles. The horrified shriek of the woman behind the counter as she runs into the back again, and the pained groans of the man. You felt sick to your stomach, your face hurts, but Geto still tried to hide the sight of his curses devouring the man.

You curl into his arms and he sighs rubbing your back kissing the top of your head, “There there, let’s get your face cleaned up hmm? Lover, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

You both begin to move out, backs to the horror behind. You swallow, trying to calm yourself, you’ve seen the horror of being a sorcerer but still it gets you sometimes. Geto always is so sweet, you often forget that in the end he’s considered the worst jujustu terrorist for a reason…

KENTO NANAMI

He’s patient, calm, collected, and- okay he’s worried. Maybe he doesn’t show it often but he’s a bit clingy so when what should’ve been 5 minutes at most turned into a full 10 minutes he’s up.

He’s in that door looking like he’s not worried at all but the moment he sees you trying to catch yourself on the table after being hit? Another resounding CRACK with clattering echos in the restaurant. You jolt and jump up looking around just to see Nanami rolling his wrist and flexing his hand with a huff.

The guy who’d hit you, was now over the cashier counter knocked into the cups that were stacked by the coffee pots. Cups have fallen everywhere and he’s got a busted lip that’s already swollen and bruising hard. Nanami only has slightly red knuckles, he’s crouching, kneeling to you like a prince offering his hand, “Lover of mine, come here. We’re going to mine and I’m running you a bath. I’ll see if Shoko is available to heal you.”

You smile and take his hand, he’s pulling out a handkerchief and wiping at your face with such tenderness and concern. The guy behind the counter is fully knocked out, and girl working the register has no clue what to do other than sigh with defeat and grab a broom. Once standing Nanami takes out his wallet laying down a wad of bills apologizing, “sorry to have caused such a mess, I’m glad you’re alright miss.” With that you two leave.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji is happy to wait in the car, have the hot food brought to him to be sat in his lap so he could snack on it as you drove them back to your place. Except, where were you, and where was the food? He wasn’t particularly paying attention to how long you’d taken but whatever.

He’s pulled down the mirror to pick at something in his teeth, when you open the door. “Heya babe, what took-“ he cuts himself off his brows pulling down when he sees the busted lip, the tears in your puffy eyes. He clicks his tongue and opens the door starting to get out, “one sec, be right back.”

His slippers slap against the pavement as he comes into the shop eyes lazily looking over the food scattered on the floor and the man who’d hit you talking off the ear of the girl behind the counter about how people can be so disrespectful these days to “culture”. He nods to himself looking about and walks slow to stand behind the guy, the girl’s eyes bugging out of her head seeing Toji and he gives her a charming smile. He leans forward putting a hand on the counter blocking on of the guys exits and starts to speak, “damn bud, you love hearin yourself talk huh? Hey sweetheart, this guy jus hit someone?”

The girl stutters while the guy turns around trying to shove Toji off and miserably failing. He’s just got his hands squeezing and shoving against Toji’s fat tits. Toji doesn’t even acknowledge him, still looking at the girl who finally nods.

“Aye atta girl, all I needed to know!” One swift motion, a crunch, a pathetic scream. You stare at the door hearing the scream only to see Toji walking out with a messy bag, he’s smiling at you so proud of himself. You sigh and start the car knowing you better get driving quick, he probably made that guy eat shit…

[jadeschambers]

Fluffy Trueform!Sukuna x reader 😏

tags: mentions of murder and blood. kissing, sukunas kinda oc but hes my fluffy baby. not rlly proof read

I know I introduced that one fic idea but I plan to release all chapters at once. I just wanted to feed u guys with this so I wouldn’t leave yall hanging. Thank u guys for being so patient with me!

trueform!Sukuna who finds you all battered and dirty, covered in ash after destroying your village. the curse had no remorse towards humans. in his eyes they were seen as weak and impertinent; full of desires they could never fully fulfill with their fleeting life span.

trueform!sukuna who takes you in, somehow tolerating you. he adores how small you were compared to him- how your cute face would brighten up a little when he would return from long missions. you were the only thing he looked forward to after mass murdering villages in japan.

trueform!sukuna who “doesn’t” comfort you when you have a nightmare. he can feel how you relax in his arms, his warmth coaxing the dark and painful memories that resided in your head to disappear. the king of curses refuses to acknowledge it but his heart truly does clench when he sees you tormented by your past.

trueform!sukuna who slaughtered his entire harem after he overheard them harassing you. his little precious flower, whom he treasures so dearly. the ruthless king of curses held you close, one of his four hands covering your eyes to shield you from the dead bodies of his harem.

trueform!sukuna who brings you little trinkets and presents after he returns from his trips that are sometimes covered in blood. his greatest endeavor is observing the way you tear up at his gestures, your little puny heart that is so utterly weak at handling emotions.

trueform!sukuna who sometimes accidentally makes you cry, his words can be cruel and insensitive. it angers him, and yet confuses the curse. when has he become so weak? was he always like this? he stays up at night thinking about you, and what he would be if he hadn’t come across you that day.

trueform!sukuna who makes it up to you by bringing you to a beautiful flower field, letting you braid flowers into his soft pink hair. his heart flutters when he sees you genuinely smile, and it makes the corners of his lips twitch.

trueform!sukuna who stops going away so often, instead opting to hold you close to his furnace like body, listening to your sweet voice read the dusty ancient books stored away in his library.

trueform!sukuna who finds himself staring at you all the time, and when he wasn’t, you would be on his mind. the curse who now loves to cup your supple cheeks and stroke your cheek bone with unseen tenderness.

trueform!sukuna who finally comes to term with his feelings, bringing you to that same flower field where he saw you smile for the first time. there, the king of curses held you so gently, admiring your glassy round eyes that adorned the darkest pair of eyelashes.

trueform!sukuna who kisses you for the first time, colliding his lips with yours. and to him it made him feel complete. the murders and begs of people who pleaded for their lives in the past couldn’t compare to what he felt with you. when he pulls away, he utters the three words that you longed to hear.

[leaderwon]

HATE THAT...

chapter 55 — comforting unknown

Synopsis :- In a world where lovers are destined and written by fate, You hated the idea of a soulmate, or maybe you just hated him. Jake wanted a soulmate, a lover to be with for the rest of eternity. Just not you. Not wanting eachother, the both of you occupy yourself with someone else. But the universe had other plans.

luna's diary : my struggle to write this was actually real.

wc : 1.4k

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The morning sun filters weakly through your curtains, casting pale streaks across your room. You sit up slowly, the weight in your chest settling in as reality seeps back in. Today is the day. The parent-teacher meeting where everything about Iseul’s harassment will be laid bare. You’ve waited for this moment, for the truth to come out—but it doesn’t stop the nerves twisting in your stomach.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. A part of you is scared, anxious. The thought of everyone’s eyes on you, watching as you share those screenshots and messages, is enough to make you second-guess everything. But you remind yourself that this is necessary. After all the hurt, the lies, and the silence, the truth has to come out. You’ve been carrying this weight alone for too long.

You pull on your clothes, trying to shake off the lingering dread, and head out, bracing yourself as you make your way across campus. When you reach the meeting hall, a small group is already gathered: professors, administrators, and some students. The tension in the air is thick, and every glance in your direction feels loaded with curiosity and judgment. You glance over at your friends—Yunjin, Ningning, Huening Kai, Shotaro, and Jake—all of whom had sided with Iseul at first. They stand together, casting hesitant glances your way. You can’t ignore the sting of betrayal, even if they’re here now.

As the room quiets, you step forward, clearing your throat to get everyone’s attention. “Thank you all for being here,” you start, surprised at how steady your voice sounds. “I’ve stayed silent for a long time about what’s been happening. I kept thinking if I just ignored it, it would stop. But I was wrong. It only got worse.” You pause, glancing at the floor, gathering the courage to go on. “Iseul has been harassing me for months. I didn’t tell anyone because I was afraid no one would believe me. And when I finally tried to speak up, I was… shut down.” Your eyes drift to your friends, the words hanging between you.

The professors exchange glances, visibly surprised, but they don’t interrupt. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “Iseul spread rumors, twisted my words, and turned people against me. But today, I want to show everyone the truth.” With a shaky hand, you pull the pendrive from your pocket and pass it to the professor.

The lights dim as the video begins, displaying messages that no one can deny. Line by line, the reality of Iseul’s cruelty unfolds, each message colder than the last. The accusations, the threats, the venomous lies—it’s all there, undeniable and raw.

It’s undeniable. Every line is clear, every timestamp visible. A few gasps echo through the room as people realize the extent of what’s been said, the cruelty laced into every sentence. You watch Iseul’s parents stiffen, shock and embarrassment written across their faces as they look at their daughter, who now sits slouched in her chair, her face a mask of horror and shame. She’s no longer the untouchable, invincible presence she used to be—now, she looks small, exposed.

You glance over at Jake. He’s not looking at the screen; instead, he’s staring down at his hands, fingers fidgeting nervously. He hadn’t known the full extent of Iseul’s messages either, and you can see the regret etched across his face. His loyalty to Iseul had faltered once he learned the truth, but that realization had come too late. You’re grateful he’s no longer blinded by her lies, but the damage had been done. You’d faced the brunt of her words alone, while the people you thought would stand by you chose to believe the worst.

Iseul’s parents sit in stunned silence, their expressions shifting from disbelief to anger. Her father rises first, his voice low but sharp. “How could you do this?” he demands, while her mother’s face twists with disappointment. A harsh slap rings out as her mother’s hand meets Iseul’s cheek, leaving her momentarily stunned, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

Scrambling to regain control, Iseul’s eyes dart to Jake. She steps closer to him, her voice barely a whisper. “Jake, you know me,” she pleads, her hands reaching out in desperation. “You know I’d never do something like this, right?” But Jake’s gaze is cold, his jaw clenched. He takes a step back, shaking his head. “I didn’t think you could…but I guess I was wrong,” he says, his voice laced with regret.

Before she can argue further, the principal steps forward, breaking the tension with a formal announcement. “Iseul, effective immediately, you are suspended pending further disciplinary action,” he declares, the words final and unyielding. Iseul’s shoulders slump, the fight draining out of her as her parents usher her out of the room.

As the last of the crowd disperses, a weight lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a quiet, unfamiliar sense of relief. You breathe deeply, letting the air fill your lungs fully for the first time in months. It’s over. The lies, the manipulation, the endless, gnawing dread—they’re all over.

A burst of laughter and cheers interrupts your thoughts as Yunjin, Ningning, Huening Kai, and Shotaro approach, their faces lit with excitement. Ningning reaches for your hand, squeezing it with a warm smile. "You did it, Y/N. Finally." There’s genuine happiness in their voices, but beneath it, a tension lingers—an unspoken weight that reminds you of everything that’s happened between you.

You manage a small smile, feeling the tightness in your chest ease, but before long, you turn to leave. Just as you reach the door, Yunjin steps in front of you, blocking your path. “Hey, don’t go yet,” she says softly. “Let’s stay together, hang out for a while.”

For a moment, you’re tempted. It would be easy to go back, to slip into that comfort again. But then you remember all the times they doubted you, the way they chose Iseul’s words over yours without question. The sting of betrayal returns, sharp and undeniable. You shake your head, trying to keep your voice steady. “I can’t, Yunjin. I know you’re sorry, but it doesn’t change what happened. All of this…it damaged our friendship. I don’t think we can go back to how it was before.”

Yunjin’s face falls, and a quiet disappointment shadows her eyes, but she steps aside, allowing you to leave. As you step out, the quiet hallway stretches before you, offering a fragile sense of peace—until you hear footsteps behind you. Turning, you find Jake, hands shoved into his pockets, his gaze filled with regret.

“Y/N, please,” he begins, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can we just…try again? I made a mistake. I should have listened to you, I know that now.” You swallow, your heart aching as you meet his gaze. “Jake, I don’t think I can. Not after everything. This isn’t the first time. You hurt me when you believed Iseul over me—and that’s not something I can just forget.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come. Instead, he looks at you with a desperate, pleading expression. “I know I’ve hurt you. I was wrong, I admit it. But I want to make it up to you. Please, give me a chance.”

You sigh, feeling the sadness settle over you. His apology doesn’t change the scars he left. “I’m sorry, Jake,” you say softly. “But I don’t think anything can fix this.”

With that, you turn away, leaving him standing there in the hallway as you walk forward, finally free from the weight of Iseul’s lies—and from the ties that once held you back.

As you step outside, the cool breeze hits your face, carrying away the remnants of the day’s tension. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel light—unburdened by secrets, unchained from betrayal. There’s an ache in your chest where the closeness with your friends used to be, but somehow, that emptiness feels freeing. The road ahead is uncertain, but it’s yours alone, and right now, that’s all you need. With a final glance back, you let go of everything holding you down and walk forward into the quiet, comforting unknown.

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