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I died after reading so much cuteness, OMG Luke is the best guardian angel

Hello all well? I saw that you wrote my order, (and I loved it! Bell's reaction was so cute!) and I wanted to know if I could make another pocket-sized version of the mc so with the datatables + luke ?

Hello! I really enjoyed writing it the last time thank you so much for requesting it!!

Pocket sized MC pt. 2

GN!MC

Fluff

Tw: Solomon’s cooking

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Oh you silly MC messing around with Solomon again. After so many accidents you still do it. Well this time you got cursed for a week because of it.

Diavolo

At first he was a bit panicked because you were an exchange student and he didn’t want anyone to know it had happened so he just kept you in his castle

I don’t know why but I think he would have those like little versions of different items (like chairs, utensils, tv etc.) so he would just build you a little living area until you got back to normal

Asked Barbatos for help in making food you could eat

Lost a piece of his jewellery a few decades back so you offered to look at small spaces for him

When you turned back he made sure to keep you away from Solomon because he couldn’t risk something like that happening again

Barbatos

I have a feeling he would do that little polite laugh of his although he already knew it happened

He would gently take you from Solomon and thank him for bringing you to him

Teases you a bit and doesn’t let it go. After you turned back he would jump at every chance he gets to remind you of what happened

Makes sure to take care of you even tho you are so small. Cooks such good meals like amazingly good, Chefs kiss <3

Let’s you help with adding spices if he needs just a tiny amount <3

Solomon

Well it’s his fault so he has to fix it because if he doesn’t Lucifer and Diavolo would be at his throat. Actually more Lucifer than Diavolo because Diavolo is baby

He would hide you from everyone because he doesn’t want to have Lucifer on his back. Probably had to pay Mammon not to tell anyone because he found out somehow

Told everyone you had to go back to the human world because of an emergency

He would magically make the food he ate your size and you ate a few bites smiling weakly feeling like you were actually being poisoned

For a few weeks after you turned back you always found an excuse when he invited you somewhere with him

Simeon

He would laugh at how cute your miniature version looked like when you were angry

When you stayed with them you realised that Simeon is very strict and you couldn’t do anything really without him knowing about it and scolding you

It made you want to run away back to the house of lamentation-

I mean it wasn’t all that bad he just had a way of keeping peace in the house <3

After you turned back you were easier to take care of and he wasn’t all that strict anymore. He admitted after that he was just worried that you don’t get stepped on <3

Luke

“I knew those demons would do something to MC I knew- oh it was Solomon? Well maybe it’s not so bad right? He can fix it!”

Would always carry you in his arms like he was holding water or hide you under his hat like a little ratatouille moment <3

He made sure you stayed safe like the little guarding angel he is <3

Made little sweets for you so you could enjoy what he made as well <3

When you turned back to your usual size he still protected you from those scary demons and asked if he could hold your hand so he doesn’t lose you. But he isn’t scared pfffft no haha

✮⋆˙ STUDENTS

Todoroki

⭑ love addict | male!mitsuri | series | romantic

Bakugo

⭑ lemons | gn!reader | song-ish oneshot

✮⋆˙ HEROES

none currently…

✮⋆˙ VILLAINS

Shigaraki

⭑ blind loyalty | villain!reader | series | platonic

in which Soda Shinji, a boy meant to die years ago, grows fond of his older brother, perhaps a little to much… He now faces a dilemma, acknowledge the truth and own up to it, or fuel his brother's delusions, and lord knows he can't refuse his brother…

✮⋆˙ MULTI-CHARACTER

none currently…

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✮⋆˙ HUMANS

none currently…

✮⋆˙ FIENDS

none currently…

✮⋆˙ DEVILS

none currently…

✮⋆˙ MULTI-CHARACTER

⭑ leash and collar | fiend!reader | platonic

in which Hirano Takashi, a fiend with no memory of his past life, is stuck fixing the mistakes of the devil he once was. With every memory he gains the realization sets in that he truly doesn’t deserve salvation…

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HORRIBLE FATE — MADOKA MAGICA X GN!READER

✶ pairing : platonic

✶ synopsis : in which, a middle schooler pays the ultimate price for a selfish wish, one they do not regret. No matter who gets hurt, no matter what is destroyed, they will enact revenge and kill anything that gets in their way. It’s only fair… right? Especially with all the suffering they’ve gone through…

✶ warnings : these vary each chapter! spoilers, gore, mental illness, vulgar language, mis-gendering, hallucinations, suicidal thoughts, etc.

✶ notes : I recently got into Madoka magic…. Why update other fics when you can make more? And also I kinda included misgendering because it’s called magical girls so my apologies to the they/thems. Oc is based on THIS picture :D, they will switch between pants and skirts btw

✶ taglist : none… ask in comments to be tagged!

✮⋆˙ CHAPTERS

TEASER

000 | Prolouge

001 | Madoka-Chan…

more coming soon…

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Title: Echoes of the Past

(Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)

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The sky was overcast, a blanket of dull gray that seemed fitting for the world they lived in. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the life they had lost twenty years ago. Joel Miller walked steadily, his eyes scanning the area with a vigilance honed from years of survival. Beside him, you moved just as cautiously, your steps echoing his, a silent testament to the bond formed in the crucible of the apocalypse.

You had known Sarah Miller. The memory of her was a bright spot in the dark chasm of your past, a beacon of innocent days when laughter came easily and the world was wide open. The night the outbreak began, you had been at her house, the two of you staying up late, talking about dreams that now seemed impossibly naive.

The screams, the chaos, the bullets—Sarah's death had shattered you. She had been your best friend, your anchor, and in a cruel twist of fate, you were left adrift. Joel had been there too, his own world destroyed in the span of a heartbeat. Your shared grief had created a connection that neither time nor the harsh realities of the new world could sever.

"Keep an eye out for runners," Joel's voice broke through your reverie, grounding you in the present. You nodded, gripping your weapon a little tighter. The two of you were searching for supplies in an old apartment complex, the remnants of forgotten lives scattered around like leaves in autumn.

The silence was oppressive, filled with the weight of unsaid words. You both worked well together, a seamless partnership forged from necessity and mutual respect. Yet, the specter of Sarah hung between you, a ghost neither of you acknowledged but both felt keenly.

As you moved through the building, your eyes caught sight of a faded photograph on the wall. It was a family picture, the smiles frozen in time, oblivious to the horrors that would come. You paused, your fingers brushing the image gently. It reminded you of Sarah, of the life she had and the future she would never see.

Joel noticed your hesitation and turned to look. His expression softened for a brief moment before hardening again. "We need to keep moving," he said gruffly, but there was an undercurrent of understanding in his tone.

You nodded, tearing your gaze away from the photo. "Yeah," you replied softly, following him out of the room. The two of you continued your search, finding a few useful items among the wreckage. As you made your way back to your makeshift camp, the tension eased slightly, the familiar routine providing a semblance of normalcy.

That night, as the fire crackled and the darkness pressed in around you, Joel handed you a small flask. "To Sarah," he said simply. You took it, your throat tightening as you swallowed the burn. "To Sarah," you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was heavy with memories, but it was a shared silence, a moment of understanding and connection. Joel's gaze met yours, and in that instant, you knew you weren't alone in your grief. The world had changed, but the bond you shared with him—born of loss and forged in fire—was a constant.

"We'll get through this," Joel said, his voice steady and resolute. "For Sarah."

You nodded, the weight on your chest easing slightly. "For Sarah," you agreed, the words a promise and a prayer. Together, you faced the uncertain future, two souls bound by the past but determined to survive.

In a world gone mad, you found strength in each other. And as long as you remembered Sarah, her memory would be the light that guided you through the darkest of times.

Me every time I see someone telling me not to write angst^

Good Old-fashioned Loverboy

three teens who figured it out. . .sorta. . .yeah definitely figured it out

words: 1412

yamaguchi x reader x tsukishima

No exams, no homework and no practice which was honestly a miracle for the team. Just a regular Friday night for the Karasuno boys and their managers. The 3rd years are planning to go to the cinema, the 2nd years are working together to find an arcade that Tanaka and Noya haven’t been banned from, and two groups of 1st years are doing something different. Yachi, Hinata, and Kageyama were heading to the park for two things; taking photos and volleyball. While Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and you were heading to town for karaoke.

“This would’ve been much easier if we had picked a place beforehand.” you groaned out to the boys on either side of them. The trio just got off the train and realized none of them had direction to the Karaoke Plaza.

“I can proudly say that it’s not on me this time. Tsukki was in charge of directions for this one. . .” Yamaguchi mumbled out not wanting to take the blame for the lack of directions.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima grumbled out, ears lightly tinted pink. It sorta drifted from his mind during the train ride especially with you and Yamaguchi leaning against him, debating on what songs to sing when they got there.

Y/N could only laugh at Tsukishima’s unfortunate call out by Yamaguchi. To save Tsukishima from further embarrassment, they just searched “Karaoke Plaza” and found one about a 10 minute walk from the train station.

After looping around twice around the block, they finally get to the plaza and Y/N payed for the room while Yamaguchi gathered snacks, drinks for them and Tsukishima paid for those because he messed up on the directions.

“A good Karaoke Friday with my boys!” you exclaimed excitedly, walking into the room holding the basket of treats that Tsukishima had you carry.

“Tch. . . it’s not that exciting, nerd” the tall blonde muttered out

“Tsukki, you’re in class 1-4 with us so you’re also a ‘nerd’ along with us” the green headed boy shot back as if it was second nature.

You set down the basket on the middle table near the book and controls while the two others got comfortable and fixed. Once getting their bags and jackets off, Yamaguchi looked for the small tambourines and Tsukishima decided to get the TV going.

Looking through the book, Y/N found the song they were looking for, ‘Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy’ by Queen, it’s been a song on constant repeat for the manager especially when down in the dumps about their crushes. Punching in the American song code into the controller it starts at the song’s second chorus.

Say the word, your wish is my command~

You’ve known these two boys for four years now and it’s been quite the ride for you. You met them during junior high orientation week and you’re happy you did meet this pair. Complete opposites to one another but fit together as if they were final puzzle pieces.

Tsukishima Kei was a tough person to get talking to at first but slowly his tough facade chipped away. The tall blonde boy who is often seen with a frown or a condescending smirk on his face was smiling in the present of someone other than his closest friend.

Yamaguchi Tadashi was shy at first meet and isn’t the biggest people person but had no problem when snickering at others along with tsukishima. For some reason he had no troubles talking to you, he was the first to greet and the first to exchange numbers.

Two generally closed off kids meet another and open up. Sure they had their rough moments but that’s what made them them. You made it easier though and so you became the last actual piece of puzzle that formed the trio.

Two years in, you realized that you started to develop feelings that weren’t just platonic towards the boys. It was confusing and a nightmare figuring it out. You always tried to shove it deep down but it got hard after sometime.

Even more when you notice Tsukishima taking a liking towards Yamaguchi and seeing Yamaguchi giving the same. But you never notice how they looked at you when you looked away. Three friends who didn’t know what to do or say.

C’mon and Get It~

You didn’t know what came over yourself when you noticed Tsukishima glancing at Yamaguchi with a look of affection in his eye.

“Maybe it‘s time to let go” You thought with a sigh before pushing Yams towards Tsukki

Ooh, love~

Yamaguchi was too into his thoughts to hear the sudden sigh from beside him before being pushed towards his best friend, Tsukishima Kei.

His eyes widened from the fast change. Cheeks growing warm from the sudden burst of his personal bubble and the closeness. Looking at each other, it was as if the childhood friends were thinking on the same line.

“Maybe it’s time we finally tell them”

This wasn’t going to be some impulsive decision on their half or at least that’s what they’re telling themselves. Though it’s not like the two didn’t talk about this before with each other. The boys figured out at the end of junior high that they not only like each other but you as well.

So lost in the song you didn’t see the look the friends gave one another. A look that was soft but hesitant yet full of hope and affection.

Feeling a sudden tug at your hoodie, you're pulled between the middle block and pinch server. At the same time the two sing with genuine voices.

ooh, loverboy~

What’re you doin’ tonight, hey, boy?~

Standing there frozen from the line, heat moved to your cheeks and a silly smile slowly appeared on your face.

Write my letter~

Feel much better~

And use my fancy patter on the telephone~

The music is still playing on in the background and hearts racing for the sudden silence between the trio. Tadashi and Kei took a shot in the dark doing this, not really sure if you even like them back but they didn't care. The worst that could happen is you not feeling the same towards the two.

“You know it isn’t funny to mess with me like that, you guys.” you muttered out though your voice held no malice just a tinge of confusion and caution.

“We aren’t joking, idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Just hear us out, please?”

The room didn’t hold an awkward feeling if anything it was calm but loud at the same time.

“We realized that both of us hold feeling for you, y/n” Tadashi sounded so nervous getting his sentence out, “We’re honestly taking ou–” he gets cut off by the tall blonde

“What Tadashi is trying to say is that we both like you and if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, we could just ignore what just happened and move on.” he sounded so uninterested but the speed he spoke at gave away what his tone did not. He was nervous. 

“I–” you began to speak but was cut off by Tadashi

“Like Tsukki said, if you don’t feel the same that’s okay.” 

“Not like it would be the end of the world–” Kei gets a nudge in the side, tch, “Watch it, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

“Can I speak now?” you asked softly and gave a smile. The two players give you a nod. You shuffle a bit before clearing your throat.

“Before I was interrupted,” you eyed Tadashi playful, “I was going to say that I like you both as well.” you kept your gaze a bit low, too nervous to look them in the eyes. Taking in a deep slow breath, you gathered enough confidence to look towards Kei, “I like how you take the time out of your day to check on me when you feel like something is wrong,” grabbing his hand before turning towards Tadashi and taking his as well before continuing

“And I like how you let me call at the terrible hour of 3 in the morning just because I couldn’t sleep or I really wanted to talk about something you had no knowledge prior to.”

“So if you need to hear it one more time, I like both of you, Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi.”

One Month Later

“Hey Stingyshima, Yamaguchi, why is there a picture of the two of you and Y/N cuddling in the group chat?”

The pinch server could only laugh at his blonde partner because he was the one sent it by mistake.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki”

My darling fellow writers

Which kinktober lists are you using? I really wanna get working on it but I cannot decide on a list, so I'd like to hear your thoughts, which ones you're using, or if you're just going ahead and choosing kinks of your own.

Help a guy out ♡

Handsome Dictator of my crimes

ᦾSirius 𓂅 agender 𓂅 23

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Kinktober '24

໒ October's ahead of me, but here is the list for this year's kinktober pieces ♥︎ → As pieces begin getting posted, this list will be updated with links to each.

꒰The character's for each prompt are still in progress, but the Prompt List itself I absolutely stole from the lovely @webism, thank you, dear.꒱

1 - degradation ➛ dom!Geto

2 - virginity loss ➛ virgin!Nanami

3 - bondage ➛ sub!Sukuna

4 - collaring ➛ dom!Sukuna

5 - overstimulation ➛ sub!Xavier

6 - breath play ➛

7 - edging ➛ sub!Ino

8 - impact play

9 - dumbification

10 - sensory play ➛ sub!Choso

11 - wax play

12 - double penetration ➛ Luke and Kieran

13 - somnophilia ➛ Zayne

14 - mirror sex

15 - breeding ➛ Rafayel

16 - aphrodisiacs ➛ Geto

17 - thigh riding

18 - cockwarming ➛ Nanami

19 - spanking ➛ dom!Sylus

20 - pegging

21 - breeding

22 - facesitting ➛ Gojo

23 - sex tapes

24 - free use

25 - mutual masturbation

26 - public sex ➛ Gojo

27 - sounding

28 - cuckolding

29 - praise ➛ sub!Ino

30 - predator/prey

31 - surprise fic!

Kinktober ˚₊ · »-♡→ Day I

Degradation

Dom!Geto x gn!Sub!reader Word count: 2.2k Warnings: Softcore porn with plot, mixed POV, no use of y/n, Geto gets mean, cult leader Geto, follower sorcerer reader, cult activities, power dynamics, name calling, bit of a findom vibe but with curses, cursed reader, probably not the most accurate description of curses, mild insulting allusion to Jonestown I’m sorry (I told you he gets mean), lowkey foot stuff but only out of humiliation aspects. Plus letter replacement for the words that had tumblr screaming crying throwing up and wouldn't let me save the draft because of it.

There’s only two things monkeys are good for: bringing in money, and bringing in curses.However much time non-sorcerers spent adoring Geto, listening to him and giving their prayers to him in exchange, meant nothing to him. No amount of praise, tears, thank yous or recruitments could ever make the man even think about caring about the mass of idiotic humans that sat before him.

Death to the fool, punishment to the weak, love to the strong.

What had started as the Star Religious Group finding themselves following him out of fear, had twisted and flourished into a pyramid scheme of convenience where the leader was the only true winner; civilians get cleansed of the curses that latch onto them, which gives the monkeys the superficial amount of merit needed for them to keep their lives. That is, while they’re useful.

Money, curses, money, curses, money, curses, all coming bit by bit in small amounts and low grade.

Human hatred is a strong thing, and monkeys somehow had the power to manifest it into the world, affecting sorcerers the most. When Geto’s beloved right hand sorcerer fell victim to a heavy grudge from a man going bankrupt over his contributions, Suguru didn’t hesitate to kill him; he was as useful as his pockets were heavy, after all– but the curse stemming from his hatred for the sorcerers above him had already latched itself and had no intentions to go down easy.

Ever since you could remember, you had an astounding resistance to curses. No one truly is immune, except maybe Satoru Gojo, but the deformed grudge that perched on your shoulder like a festering gargoyle was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Your Master took some time to believe you weren’t dealing with any “symptoms” just yet, his reluctant trust being mainly fueled by your idea of growing the curse; after all, your eyes being opened to the safety of a sorcerer-centric world saved you from the shit you were going through before Geto found you, so it made sense to want to pay him back. Especially with how much you adored him.

You were utterly and unconditionally devoted to the man that saved you.

As time had passed, there were less and less ways you could help him after meetings and troubles, the line between his eyebrows getting harder and harder to smoothen. You’ve held him in your arms, reminded him how well he’s handling things, the future being closer and closer to being what he’s planned for your family. Praise, sex, and blowjobs seemed to get it done, too; after all, he took his time to mutter against your skin how your praise is the only one he’s ever cared for, your eyes witness to the way your words always traveled straight to his cock.

But there’s only so much any of that can do.

Sometimes he just needs to let it out.

He needs to let it out.

He needs to drop the stupid mask of pleasantries that kept monkeys from getting too snappy.

Your way of paying him back came in a perfect package of shooting down two birds with one stone. Your curse gets bigger and stronger for him to absorb something worth it some day, and he gets to destress after the day’s duties.

Stemming from hate for you, the creature latched to you thrived from misfortunes thrown your way; insults, harm, violence.

And if it came from Geto, you thrived from it too.

“Meeting’s long over.” His tired yet always silky voice snapped you out of whatever fantasies you were having, eyes snapping up from where you knelt seiza on the tatami flooring of the meeting room.

“Master… I could not make it in time to see you preach today.” Your voice was merely a whisper, laced with the submission that had built up on the way back to the temple after a mission. Suguru’s disdain over having to speak to those lowlifes had kept your mind company all day, the frown over those dark eyes of him threatening to make you slip up during a fight.

The anticipation in your stomach burnt like a knot dipped in acid and set on fire. You wonder if this is how your beloved’s throat feels when swallowing curses.

Shifting where you kneel under his gaze, any chance to focus is pulled from under your feet by his sigh, lips tight in a grimacing snarl. He’s pissed.

“You’d think you could at least be good enough at being under me.”

His feet tiredly but decidedly made their way to the kneeling form of his plaything, who was already beginning to lightly tremble in their attempts to keep any sort of eye contact; whether it’s fear or excitement goes beyond him. He hopes it’s both.

“If you were more efficient in your missions, you’d have the time to come see the ridiculous meetings that you like oh so much.” His hand made its way into their hair, getting a good hold of their scalp to force them to look up at him. “Has that curse of yours mushed your brain that badly that you need to hear the words I direct to those monkeys?” “NO-! No…” They were quick to correct their tone, seemingly desperate to show their dedication to the cause despite the submission clouding their mind. In their panic, they had reached forward, arms wrapping around one of Geto’s legs as if desperate to make him stay- if he had planned to leave at all was irrelevant. “I just… seeing you up there, controlling the crowd and making yourself heard… Remembering the power that brought you here in the first place- I can’t get enough of it, I-I can’t-”

“If I didn’t know the power you carry within you, I’d think you’re one of those delusional kool-aid drinkers that believe me a god.” The distaste in his voice made you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh “I’m not a mindless follower! I don’t go around adoring blindly-” your heart raced and your voice quieted down as your defences dragged on “-and you may be a god to me…. How could you not be? I’d be nothing without you.”

Just what he needed. Those sorts of needy little confessions that dropped from your lips any time you ached to have him put you in your place were like morphine to him, clouding his senses and making his dick harder than any meeting could be. The grip on your hair only tightened, getting a creaky whimper out of you. “You may be a shit sorcerer, but at least you’re good at choosing where your loyalties lie.”

You could feel the way he shifted his body some, rotating his hips just enough to have the growing tent in his pants press lightly against your nose and lips. Despite the gojokesa and burlier accessories of his ceremonial outfit being long discarded before you even got back, he still looked imposing and ethereal; traditional clothes on Geto were nothing short of a breathtaking sight, pure beauty dressing up the cruellest lips you know.

“You took too long coming back to me today. Will it always be this way when I need you?” “No, master.” “You were very bad today.”

The disapproval and weight in being called *bad *settled in your being like acid, the pout that made you bite the inside of your lower lip trembling over letting your everything down. “Master, I will do better, I don’t wanna be bad-” “And yet you were. It feels as if the more you want to prove yourself to me like a show horse, the more pathetic you become with every inevitable failure.”

Easing Geto’s frustrations after particularly bad days had become routine in the past months. He got to project his disdains on you, and you got to be his masochistic little pet, taking it all in bit by bit the same way he took in curses. Everyone has a role in the future of sorcerers, and this was yours. The arms around his leg could only cling tighter as your breathing got warmer, heavier, the panting of a person at the mercy of the strongest Sorcerer you would ever see.

Suguru’s eyes were fixed on the way your eyebrows arched, eyes heavy-lidded in a pleasurable submission that even he couldn’t fully understand. Any doubts he had had about mistreating you the first time you begged him to let it out on you were cleared and gone the moment he saw this face. “You’re pathet|c.” Ghetto leaned down, maintaining a cold eye contact that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your crotch. “I’ve barely spoken to you, if at all, and you’re already panting and fidgeting like a dog.” The whine that his words pulled from your throat made him scoff “Have you already become such a lowlife whore that you can’t even hold a conversation without thinking of my co.ck?” Ignoring the way you rushed to shake your head in denial, he went on “Had I known I would break you so easily I would’ve gotten a longer lasting toy.” “Please, master Geto, I-” “You’re a useless s|ut.” His deadpan words interrupted your futile attempts at redemption, dark brown eyes staring into your shaky little soul as your thighs pressed tighter and tighter together. “I swear, I-” “Say it.” That voice of his, so cold and hateful as it spits out orders that only you ever hear, did nothing for your aching need. The need for his hands, his dcik, every inch of his body getting the most use out of yours whether on or in you.

Geto is not a patient man right now, and you’ve made him wait. Feeling his spit land on your face, trailing down your left cheek barely deterred by your jolt, snaps you out of your horny mental praisings. “Say it.” “I am a useless s|ut.” “Yes you fucking are.” Taking two steps back, both of his big, warm hands had a hold on your head now, forcing you to lose your balance as he pulled forward. You could only pathetically stumble, hands frantically trying to lay flat on the tatami to keep you up as he pressed and rubbed your face on his clothed boner, sweet sighs and grunts leaving him at the friction you provided. His soft clothes, his rough pulling, the scent of him and his body, all melted into a sensory mix that had you losing your mind. The fire between your legs begged to have him in you, to get hate fucked with the misdirected anger that did not belong to you. “Please. Please, master, let me please you-” “You don’t fucking deserve myco.ck.”

When he finally let go of your hair, it was solely to pull your mouth open, pressing it uncomfortably around the shape of his painfully confined dcik. “It needed you and where were you? Struggling to take on some low grade curses like a useless bitch. I taught you better than this.” The feeling was hard to describe, with the fabric drying your flattened tongue but whatever saliva remained in your mouth dripping down your chin. It was uncomfortable, it was icky, it was fucking humiliating- and it had you hopelessly horny. Geto could only watch in impressed disgust how you crawled to close the distance between your bodies once more, your hands clinging to his clothes desperately like a sick man imploring to be saved by his god. He felt his leg settle warm and heavy, his tabi socks being the only barrier between him and your need as your crotch grinded on the bridge of his foot. “God, you’re disgusting-...” his words left him in a snarl, but they weren’t near mean enough to hide the smirk gracing his lips. On the other hand, you had began miserably lapping at his clothed dcik, aching for any amount of service that you could provide for your one and only; it was messy, it was gross, it was trying to get all the flavour of his dcik while frustratingly not being allowed to have him in you. It wasn’t any prettier when you whined and panted your words against him, desperate to get another chance. “Please, please, please! I will do anything, I will be anything, just please let me please you. I can’t be anything if I’m not serving you, I need it, I need you!”

Suguru sighed like a disappointed parent, rubbing the wrinkle between his eyebrows before looking down at you pitifully once more, hand on his hip. “No different from a bitch in heat… I guess you really have become nothing but my cocksleeve.” He pulled his leg away from you, pushing you back so you’d fall on your ass as he took his sweet time crouching, grabbing your face with a painful strength. The oh so familiar cruel smile of his sent a thrill through you, knowing nothing good ever came with his feigned sweetness.

“Go on. Earn it.”

I know, bit of a short one ( ||–𓋰– )=3 It's my first time ever writing a one-shot, and the prompt didn't bring enough explicit creativity to me (may have to do with it being 4:00 a.m.) But hey, at least it's out. If you have criticisms: Be nice or I'll cry ♡ Sorry for the anticlimactic wrap up, I'm saving up the explicit smut for the next prompt.

I went through hell to be able to post this... all for a mediocre piece, oof!

Overblot!Yuu. Just OB!Yuu brainrot

Let's say this is after chapter 7 and Malleus already overbloted so he doesn't have that much control over his magic as he did before.

Cause if he did OB!Yuu would be out almost immediately.

The way OB!yuu overblots is because they're constantly under so much stress (we all knew that tho).

They're constantly in a state where they're zoned out which is why they almost never talk and constantly helping others 'cause they want to distract themself.

That's why they don't cut off the people that have wronged them multiple times.

The reason they stay in NRC is because something's always going on and they don't have to think about their situation.

So when they're left alone for too long they start thinking.

OB!Yuu finally grasps the horrible reality of their situation when they're in Ramshackle all by themselves.

When OB!Yuu overblots they look like a mix between a circus performer and the ringleader of a circus.

Their weapon's a whip.

The blot monster behind them resembles The Horned King from "The Black Cauldron".

OB!Yuu has a vast army under them, which includes the troll-like Creeper, the hunters of Annuvin, the draconic Gwythaints, and, obviously, the Cauldron Born.

OB!Yuu would have increased strength and be able to teleport.

OB!Yuu is really cruel to all the boys (Just look at clips of The Horned King but imagine that but also with verbal abuse).

Especially Grim and Adeuce.

They practically put OB!Yuu through hell since their first day in NRC.

Since OB!Yuu doesn't have magic the blot would suck on their life force until they die.

If/when OB!Yuu is finally defeated everyone is tired and in shock.

They never knew OB!Yuu hated them so much! If at all.

Although the constant complains about the head mage and wanting to go home made sense. They had had been in Twisted Wonderland for almost a year now after all.

When OB!Yuu wakes up people try being nicer to them, especially Grim, but OB!Yuu ignores them and is openly distasteful to all of them (maybe besides Jack and Trey).

OB!Yuu skips classes to look in the library for ways home since Crowley obviously isn't doing it.

They also sleep in the library and completely stop feeding Grim since they know the boys will take care of him (plus I'm pretty sure the Mc almost never eats since they're always buying tuna for Grim).

When they can't find anything in NRC they reach out to RSA who are happy to help.

Making OB!Yuu permanently leave NRC.

RSA very quicly finds OB!Yuu a home 'cause there are simaler spells. And after finding OB!Yuu a way home they thank RSA, probably crying, and leave.

When the boys at NRC decide to finally get OB!Yuu they discover theyre gone and sadness ensues.

Yuu: Yo, Azul!

Yuu: What kind of octopus are you?

Azul: Why..?

Yuu: I wish to know how edible you are.

Apathetic-Wounded

You shook your head, disbelief flooding through you. "No." You denied. He nodded. "Yes." He retorted. He shoved past you again, leaning down once he reached you. "It's nice to see you up close, (y/n)." He muttered, exiting.

With a surge of confidence, or sheer stupidity, - likely the latter -, you grabbed his wrist. He turned around. "What do you want?" You snapped.

He laughed, but it was horrifyingly gravely and deep, and you didn't know what to make of it. With a strong grip on his wrist, him staring you down, and your face like a deer in headlights, he laughed.

Moving his hand to his pocket, he pulled something out. It was shimmery and sleek grey; there was a click sound, and the safety was off his gun. He did it skilfully, one handed. He tapped the cold barrel against the underneath of your chin.

You let go before he could say anything, though, you doubted he would've. "You're welcome. " he said. You held your breath, stepping back into your room as he left, somewhere out of sight.

There was no sound. Not the opening of closing of a door, not the jingle of keys. But after a moment, there was one: the sound of the kettle going off. You slowly entered the kitchen, skin crawling and heart thumping so violently against your ribs.

There was a mug, a foot away from the cabinet with the rest of the mugs. The sugar rested next to it. The spoon was on the sugars lid. And there was a teabag already in the cup.

The kettle continued to screech until you placed it on the other burner. Sitting against the counter top, you recalled the notes and the strangely sweet things.

Once again, there was a note. This time, it read,"Sorry for the scare!" In big, black ink. You sighed, thinking of what he could want. If he wanted money, then he was in the wrong place.

But he'd have to know that. He knew how you liked your coffee. What else could he truly want? Your mind flickered, and you needed to check on your mother. Dashing to her room, you quietly opened the door, only to find her awake, playing on her phone.

"Did you hear anything?" You asked, attempting to hide the absolute fear and panic that was sure to be lacing your voice. She shook her head, gaze returning to the screen of her phone.

You bolted out of her room, gently shutting the door, of course, and searched the rest of the house. After countless times of checking the rooms, you returned to yours, but not after making sure everything was locked.

After plopping on the bed, you shut your eyes, praying to wake up and have it all be a dream. But it wasn't, and you couldn't wake up from real life. Your phone buzzed lightly on the foot of your bed, and you picked it up, glancing at the screen.

It was a new message, but from a string of random numbers. This person wasn't in your contacts. You unlocked your phone, checking to see what it says. "Call the cops; I dare you!" It read.

Your heart sunk in your chest, a thundering headache splintering through your head. tears pricked at your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and falling onto the floor. "Fuck," you muttered. As you buried your face in the pillow, a scream shot out of your burning throat, being muffled by the soft fabric. "I can't do this," you thought.

Your mind scrambled, thoughts rushing back again and again to what they could want. But finally, it came back to the one possibility. You. They could want you.