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Zanka hasn't seen Jabber in months since their last fight, and when they finally reunite once again.. it doesn't go as planned.
CONTENT WARNING: This will include smut, so viewers discretion is advised
Author's Note: This is my first time ever posting a fanfiction to tumblr, I pray that it's well received.. I don't know if its good or not haha.. anyways enjoy
WORD COUNT: 1,593
It's been months since Zanka and Jabber's last occurrence together.
Zanka stayed entirely still, resting in the comfort of his bedroom in the Cleaner's H.Q., swaying his head lazily to the side window, seeing the view of an empty, foggy afternoon. A tingling sense of boredom had made him agitated, reminding him of the twisted memories of his defeat, a reminder that stuck with him constantly; "I need to get stronger, no matter what."
It occupied his thoughts, like a venom seeping its way into his mind. The day that he let Jabber beat him and dehumanize him made Zanka scowl in anger. He groaned, a fit of mindless rage spewing from his mouth, mumbling to himself:
"How dare he. He thinks he's going to just get away with that, huh? Just you wait, Jabber. Once we meet again, I swear to god I'll–"
He paused, calming himself from an upcoming high.
"Not now. You can't act like this now. Save it for later.."
He remembered Semiu's upcoming mission for the cleaner's; another raider, is that it? The anger near moments ago had watered down to deep thought and preparation.
"I should be training."
And then he stood, his fingers automatically wrapping around his lovely asistaff, preparing to work towards his goal before the mission's arrival.
As the landscape of the atmosphere shifted from dawn to dusk, the afternoon fog withered into a light drizzle of rain.
Today, unlike any day, was that the Cleaner's were unusually quiet. Zanka quietly observed, puzzled yet peaceful. They were usually talkative, chattering about mundane tasks and matters that were non important to the obstacles around them. Zanka sighed, turning his head to face Riyo. He tilted his head, scanning her facial expression carefully.
"Riyo, you alright?" Zanka asked, a hint of slight concern slipping from the tip of his tongue.
Riyo had found herself zoning out, snapping herself back to reality as she heard the sound of her name being called.
"Sure, man.. everything's cool. What's up?" She always had a nonchalant attitude over everything.
"Nothing.. it's just, why is everyone so quiet today? It seems like the rest of you would be chatting up a storm about now."
"Oh Zanka, we're just focused right now, is all. Semiu said that these raiders are pretty strong, so we have to be on guard. Right, Rudo?"
"H-huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." It seemed to be like Rudo was somewhat distracted.
"Jeez, get it together.." She sighed.
They continued their small talk as Zanka turned his head, shifting his attention to something else. He faced his direction to the center, roaming with the rest of the crowd, until they made a stop, seeking their sudden arrival. A manhole, slightly cracked open to the entrance of an underground sewage, made some of the cleaner's noses scrunch in disgust.
"Jesus Christ, is this really the right place?" Enjin said with disgust.
"Semiu was positive that this was it." Riyo's voice was informative now. "She said that the boss had confirmed it with her as well. Besides, If I take a proper look.."
Riyo had slowly peeped her head into the manhole, seeking for any form of sewage water or waste in the area.
"It's safe. We can go inside. We work with trash all the time, anyways."
Swaying her head to the rest of the crew, she smiled, raising her left arm to make a thumbs up signal with her hands, before slowly walking inside the cramped hole. Enjin followed. Then Rudo, Tamsy, and Zanka. The supporters stayed back and decided Follo would be on guard while they were on the mission.
The walk to the main floor was exhausting. Zanka followed the others blindly, the quiet hum of the sewage following with heavy footsteps made the atmosphere more tense around them, on guard and alert for anything that came in their way.
The pivotal moment of silence came to a stop. The other end was another sewage door, making her kick the door open naturally. Zanka had smoothly crawled out of the hole, standing up straight to look at his surroundings. It was a place of familiarity, as similar as a large parking structure. His jaw clenched, clinging onto his lovely assistaff for support.
"Get ready, y'all." Enjin retorted, the glow in his eyes flickering to a bright neon yellow. He swiftly grabbed the crooked handle of his vital instrument, the umbrella, as he prepared for combat. "They can be anywhere," He continued, "Might as well grab out your instruments."
Zanka smirked, "Already did, Enjin. I guess great minds really do think alike." Enjin replied faintly, a small hint of a smile curled from the corners of his lips. Zanka grinned internally, applauding himself for making the Boss proud.
Just like that, a raider had jumped from behind one of the cleaners. Riyo had reacted quickly, dashing at them as she clashed the tip of her sharp scissors into the flesh of a raider in an instant. Zanka smirked, helping her out as he charged at the raider as well, focusing as he was deep in battle with the enemy.
But then–
Something pulled him away.
…
When Zanka woke up he was clouded in a room surrounded by darkness, quivering in fear as he realized he was isolated from the other cleaners. He was alone, unaware of what happened while he was unconscious. He worried about Team Akuta and the other crewmates, if they're out there searching for him.
His eyes had quickly readjusted to the dark as he scanned the room. He reached out to grab his assistaff, standing up in a hurry as he spoke.
“Is anybody there?” He barked, shouting in the empty room, his hands gripping hard on the vital instrument.
“My, my, mister bad attitude.”
The raider whispered had into his ear, taunting him in a way that made his brows furrow in anger. Turning around he attacked the man in a blinded rage, which made the man pull back almost immediately.
“Jabber.” Zanka growled as Jabber remained completely still, ready to strike him already.
“Easy, Zan-zan. I come in peace.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I mean no harm, really.”
“You're trying to trick me,” Zanka retorts, sprinting as he pinned him to the wall, his fingers wrapping around his throat. “Well guess what, Jabber?” I’m not gonna lose to you that easily. I’ve trained for this and I’m not backing down without a fight.” He twisted the man's throat, watching him struggle to breath. I let him go as he let out a whimper in return.
“Oh, fuck..” Jabber whimpered, his voice low and raspy. “Your pretty little fingers wrapped around my throat was exactly what I needed, Zanka.” He coughed and sputtered as he regained his breath. Zanka had already looked the other way, his arms swaying awkwardly to his sides.
“..What the hell is wrong with you,” He muttered under his breath, blush creeping onto his face.
Jabber chuckled under his breath, “C’mon, Zanka. You said that you wouldn't put up without a fight, right?” He said, walking up to him. “Then do it. Beat me black and blue. I know you want to.”
“Fucking masochist,” Zanka whispered under his breath, kicking him in the shin as Jabber folded forward in pain, grunting as Zanka continued to assault him. A sense of pride and something more dominant came to him at this moment. He's the one that's in control now, and the thought of it made his dick throb, and he secretly wished that Jabber felt it too.
Jabber had made the first move, his hips pressing against the feeling of Zanka’s manhood underneath the soft fabric of his clothes. Zanka grunted as he started to rub against his cock. Jabber had whimpered in response, squirming underneath him.
“This is wrong,” Zanka thought, “I shouldn't be messing with the enemy.”
Yet he continued to grind against him, watching him moan and stammer as Zanka slowly leaned down to give a rough kiss. He groaned into the kiss, feeling as Jabber wrapped his arms around his neck until the kiss was broken.
Zanka was quick to strip off his clothes as he watched Jabber do the same, revealing themselves to one another. Jabber had teased, “What are you waiting for, Zan-zan?” He whispered, his legs widening as he exposed his gaping hole. “You're not gonna bail out on me, would you?”
“You little shit.”
With that, Zanka had vigorously flipped him onto his stomach, restraining him with one hand. His ass was up in the air now, legs spreading wider as he whimpered softly.
“I hate you,” Zanka said roughly. “I hate you so fucking much.”
Zanka had rubbed against Jabber’s hole, spitting in it for lube before entering his cock inside of him. Jabber’s anus clenched around his manhood, making him grunt in arousal. “You're so fucking tight..” Zanka whispered as Jabber continued to moan from the pleasure, feeling Zanka roughly thrust inside of him, making his own dick throb violently.
He continued to pound inside of him before Jabber reached his climax. “W-wait Zanka..” Jabber cried, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “I’m about to cum–”
His anus started to clench harder onto his cock as his cum splattered onto the hardwood floor, leaving him shaking before Zanka finished inside of him, painting his insides with hot, sticky semen.
Afterwards the room went silent, staying in the same position to catch their breath.
Their relationship will never be the same after this.
Imagine Jabber finds a girl thats so much stronger than him
He was walking around junk city bored out of his mind since he is just supposed to keep stationed and not run around doing fuck all jabber shit.
Can't make a scene, can't kill anyone, can't fight anyone LIKE LIFE DOESNT HAVE MEANING RIGHT NOW
Then he hears in some alley yelling and screaming thinking that he finally found a fight he can jump in on, he didnt start it so it should be fine, right?! But as he turns the corner all he sees is you kick these fools asses. Didn't even use your jinki, just kept beating them with shit you found laying around in the dumpster.
and LOWKEY you looked hella proud of yourself.
That leads us to the present.
"Come on babe! Just one lil' fight!" Jabber says as he walks infront of you backwards.
"I already told you no, now can you piss off?? You are like a walking fucking migraine"
"Keep talkin' to me like that Im so close-" A grin streches across his face as he says that, wicked and way to broad.
"Huh?!" You yell out as you stop. "Whats wrong with you?? Like genetically, you FREAK?"
His smile spreads even more across his face before he tilts his head forward "A lot, baby" He takes a step closer to you "Mean you gon' beat me now?" He starts giggling like a freak. "AAAAH HAA you got it all over ya' face! You hate me, you wanna beat the shit outta' me!"
"maybe I do.."
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
"Ooouuuh.. Fuck!"
Jabber was laying in a pile of trash outside the city, beaten half to death. You were walking around him looking down at him.
"are you finished now?"
"Oh I definitely finished."
"Freak" but you swipe you thumb against his bleeding mouth and put it on your collar. "Call me"
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ CONTENT. so much fluff! manga spoilers in a few parts, oblivious reader, mutual crushing? kinda, awkward flirting, blushing, some characters are terrible at hiding their feelings, others are surprisingly good at it, pre-established crushes, maybe ooc but who cares, around 0.2k words per character, not proofread.
AUTHOR’S NOTE. i wanted to put THAT name instead of enjin for fuck but the spoiler is not free. also why tf is almost the whole gachiakuta cast in this (bro didn’t want to exclude anyone). at some point i lost the plot lol sorry about that
𑣲 IF YOU DON’T KNOW, YOU ARE TOO CLUELESS…
ENJIN wouldn't be too direct or honest about his feelings toward you, at least not right away. It's not that he's necessarily hiding them, but he'll keep acting just as laid-back as always, at first. After that phase, you'll clearly notice that he's behaving a little differently around you. Remember how he used to go into town to chase after girls? Yeah, that mysteriously stopped. Right now, his attention is focused on a certain person. Sometimes he seems too close, invading your personal space, always sitting next to you whenever he gets the chance, and making sure you ‘coincidentally’ end up in the passenger seat every time he drives the Jeep. It’s weird, yes. However, rest assured that once he falls in love with you, he won’t leave your side all day. He hates being alone, and what could be better than spending time with you instead of being surrounded by kids for a little while? It’s the perfect excuse!
“Want to go into town?”
“No, Enjin. We’ve got missions to do. Get your butt to work.”
“C’monn…”
AUGUST is way too loud in general, not to mention when he started developing feelings for you. No one will ever hear the end of this. It was already common knowledge throughout HQ that August has romantic feelings for you. Eishia has had a pretty rough time because of her brother’s behavior, he’s been so brazen with you! Every so often, she has to remind him to give you some space since, as far as he’s concerned, that concept doesn’t exist in the slightest. He’ll be in your personal space ALL THE TIME. Hugs and any other kind of physical contact will become constant with him, even before you’re a couple. You’d also be one of the few people he’d constantly invite to his workshop, or whom he’d let in while he’s working. Since you’re one of the people he considers most important to him, August would be happy to share that part of his hobby with you and include you in it. For example, he’d show you a design he made and wait for your opinion on it, no matter how honest it was! In fact, he’d prefer it that way so he could improve. Honestly, you’d have to be pretty oblivious not to notice how much he loves you, wouldn’t you? Especially after seeing yourself represented in so many places around his workshop.
“LOOOK!! What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful. Is there supposed to be something wrong with it?”
AMO is pretty open about her love for you, and she wouldn't even try to hide it. She loves you so much and wants you to know it—that's all. She’d clearly show favoritism toward you, treating you with much more affection and never stopping talking about you! Her infatuation would be even more obvious when she could go from yelling at someone to being surprisingly calm with you in less than ten seconds if that's what you want. You’d better get used to her being with you at all times, because ever since Amo started liking you, you’ll see her every day, everywhere. After a while, physical contact between the two of you would also increase unconsciously—mostly on her part, since she tends to be a bit impulsive. She might tug on your sleeve, lean on your shoulder, or always stand close to you while you’re talking, simply because that’s normal for her. Finally, she’s very jealous, a little more so at this stage. Her possessiveness isn’t malicious, her jealousy stems from the feeling that she’s being ‘replaced’ or that she’s competing with that person for your attention.
“Do you love Amo?”
“…Are you asking because I just spent time with Riyo?”
TOMME realized immediately that she was in love, but she’d try to handle it as maturely as possible. Because of her job, which requires her to pay attention to details, she’d notice various habits you have without really meaning to, surprising even herself. Since when has she known exactly how you like your drink or your favorite food, what expressions you make when you’re tired or focused, the things you don’t like, how you usually talk? Unexpectedly, she wouldn’t be so shy about taking the initiative to invite you to spend time with her during simple moments or to cheer you up if you’re feeling down—she’s very good with words, so Tomme wouldn’t mind helping you. As for her notes, she’s had to start crossing out some observations she made about you that often had nothing to do with the missions at all. It would be inevitable for you to notice, given how much attention she pays to you.
“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard.”
“Don’t worry, Tomme! I’m fine.”
FOLLO would be greatly affected by you. While he’s usually helpful to everyone, with you he’d be ten times more so. If you need anything, he’ll always be there to try to help you, and he’d expect you to know that, too. He’s very thoughtful; he’ll often try to strike up conversations about some of your personal interests you’ve mentioned before, and—to spare himself a bit of embarrassment—discreetly ask if you’ve eaten or rested yet, just to check in, of course. Gris might want to help Follo out from time to time, but he wouldn’t be able to do much to help the two of you understand each other, so he’d probably just leave the two of you alone whenever you’re together. Please don’t compliment him or make physical contact without warning. A simple ‘good job’ from you would make him very nervous, and he’d stumble over his words a bit when thanking you. The situation would get worse if you were to even accidentally or on purpose brush against his hand a little. He blushes so easily that you’d notice it immediately. Why might that be?
“Thanks for helping me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
“I-it wasn’t that big of a deal… don’t hesitate to let me know if you need help again.”
𑣲 IF YOU LOOK SOO CLOSELY…
CTHONI would almost never let on how she feels in general, especially now that she likes you. She’d be very subtle about revealing her true intentions. You’d have to pay attention to certain changes so you can learn to read between the lines and understand what they really mean. Obviously, it wouldn’t be a coincidence if she suddenly started appearing behind you without you even hearing her (she’s already startled you several times) and then just stood there for no apparent reason without saying a single word, not even when she didn’t mind giving you a sandwich she had on hand in the middle of a mission after accidentally finding out you hadn’t eaten. Still, she wouldn’t explain much about why she’s acting that way. For someone as reserved as she usually is, the fact that Cthoni would initiate a conversation with you—and let you into her personal space after you’ve spent a considerable amount of time interacting—might be enough for you to draw your own conclusions about what’s really going on.
“You need to drink water.”
“Uh?”
“It’s been hours since you last did.”
ZANKA is proud and will treat his crush as a BIG secret. He isn’t embarrassed that he’s in love with you, but what he does find embarrassing is the whole idea of having a crush, which isn’t really appropriate for someone like him, or so he thinks. One of the weirdest things that’s come up is that you have certain privileges that others don’t have, like him letting you invade his personal space or touch him physically for as long as you want without him asking you to back off, or even letting you touch his Lovely Assistaf for a moment, which speaks for itself about what that means. On the other hand, he’d start giving you little gifts with excuses to make it seem like no big deal. Oh, man. It doesn’t matter if he’s on a mission or not; if he sees you, he’ll work twice as hard to be stronger. It’s up to you whether you notice these signs or not, because some might go unnoticed if you don’t know him well enough. His exclusivity toward you would be his way of subtly letting you know he likes you.
“You’ve gotten stronger, Zanka!”
“Really?” He definitely wasn’t killing himself during all that training just to look cooler for you.
GOKA is quite reluctant to let something like this take over his mind, but he can’t help it no matter how hard he tries. He likes you and doesn’t know what to do. He’s one of the least obvious ones, precisely because he’d like to hide it as much as possible. Goka himself isn’t the romantic or expressive type. Although he may seem uninterested on the surface, he actually cares about you quite a bit, but you just wouldn’t notice it because, in a way, he’d be more curt with you, and stricter, too. However, his words rarely match his actions. He contradicts himself when he tells you directly that your technique needs to improve, only to then help you correct your form himself with more gentleness than you’d expect from Goka. He says you need to be more responsible with your tasks, yet he’ll end up doing them himself without asking for anything in return. Months, perhaps much longer, could go by without him making any direct progress. You wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He’s still a demanding superior, right?
“Did you really help me with this?”
“You should have done it sooner. In the future, make sure you do it on your own. On time.”
MILDRETTA would give the opposite impression that she likes you—or maybe not. If you knew her really well, you’d know all her irritation and scolding come from the fact that, deep down, she cares about the people who matter to her. That’s how it would be with you. You’d better hide from Mildretta when you come back injured from a mission, because you’ll get the worst scolding from her, along with her help, of course. Despite all that, Meriege would still tell you that you’re one of the people Mildretta cares about most. This wouldn’t make much sense from your point of view, but it would from hers. Meriege knows her very well, and she obviously would know exactly what situation her teammate is in. Mildretta isn’t very expressive verbally, but she’d be very protective. She’d constantly make sure you didn’t get into unnecessary trouble or that no one tried to take advantage of you. She’s very trustworthy and loyal; once she falls in love with you, it would be very hard for her to walk away afterward. Even though she doesn’t express it very well, rest assured that she’d love you dearly and let you see it. In her own way.
“You look great today!”
“…Focus on the mission.”
𑣲 THERE’S SOMETHING… WEIRD?
FU gets really nervous when he's around you. He stutters more and he can't even manage to make eye contact with you for very long before excusing himself and leaving. He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, but he genuinely likes it when you give him orders. No matter how small the task, he’ll never complain, after all, he loves helping you! Your requests are his favorites, although he’ll still be a little more anxious than usual, worried that he might mess them up. The rare times he doesn’t overthink before acting are when you’re in danger during a joint mission, quickly letting Hii take control so he can handle the situation. Speaking of the possessed doll, he won’t hear the end of it because Fu would talk about you so much to him. Hii gets a little irritated when Fu simply refuses to take his suggestions to put an end to this whole problem. Maybe he’ll have to do something about it.
“Why don’t you just tell them—”
“Hii, they’re coming! What do I do!?”
RUDO suddenly felt strangely uncomfortable around you, which was kind of weird. He didn't mean any harm, but he needed a little more time to process it since he hasn't had the best experiences with this kind of thing. However, he’d like to make you handmade gifts in his free time to clear his head and see your reaction—after spending a considerable amount of time deciding whether or not to give them to you—and also to spend quality time with you away from all the problems he’s had since arriving on Terra. He listens to absolutely EVERYTHING you say; he’d rather stay silent and listen to you talk for hours if that’s what you want, he won’t get tired or annoyed like he normally would with someone else. Rudo tends to be calmer when he’s with you, and surprisingly, he’s also much less rude and thinks a little more carefully about his words before speaking. You’d better get ready for Riyo and Enjin’s teasing, because they won’t stop once they see you with Rudo more often. Come on, it’s way too obvious! At least to them…
“Rudo! Make sure you kill that trashy beast with them… and don’t get too distracted by your partner.”
“Can you shut up?”
EISHIA has a hard time being around you for very long, especially because her shyness makes it difficult for her to interact with you normally. Would she seem strange from your perspective? Hopefully not. The only thing you might find odd about this (aside from her strange behavior and the blush on her cheeks when she’s with you) is that August sometimes tells you very specific things about what Eishia likes out of nowhere, and he’s been trying to get closer to you. All with the intention of helping her little sister, of course! She acts politely and seems more concerned about you, often rushing to heal you and staying focused to avoid accidents with her Jinki, or simply giving you sweets she thinks you’d like. Other than that, you’d have to make a more obvious move for something to develop between you two. Eishia hasn’t had much experience with these kinds of situations and is very inexperienced, so she doesn’t know what to do beyond her small acts of kindness, but she’ll be quite open and grateful to accept any subtle advances you might make toward her!
“Can I stay in the infirmary with you today?”
“U-um… If you want to, sure. Although I don’t really do much anyway, so if you get bored…”
MOMOA would not be so obvious about liking you. She wouldn’t deny anything, but she wouldn’t confirm it either; she’d just let it be. As long as it doesn’t get too involved in her business, she’s fine. She can live peacefully with her feelings. Momoa likes it when you sometimes keep her company while she listens to music, without feeling the need to bother her (ahem, Jabber). Overall, she’d still be herself around you. Maybe there’d be some subtle signs that would make you wonder now and then—like her normally bored gaze lingering on you a little longer than she’d normally care to, letting you pick the songs she listens to every once in a while, or responding more quickly when you talk to her. Basically, Momoa likes spending quiet moments. Since she’s taken an interest in you, she’d be at least a little curious about what you’ve been through, but don’t worry. No matter how curious she is, she’ll never use her Jinki on you unless it’s really necessary or you give her permission.
“You did a great job, Momoa!”
“Yeah?”
NOERDE can be a little confusing to read. You wouldn't know if what she feels for you is respect, admiration, or something else. She has very high standards when it comes to liking someone, whether romantically or otherwise, so you went through a test without even knowing it. After passing Noerde’s assessment to see if you were worth her time, she’d start showing interest in an unusual way… she’d give you compliments, but they’re very easy to overlook since most of the time she only points out your strength, which is sometimes accompanied by a bit of criticism on her part. She’s a warrior. What else would she have to compliment? And why don’t you realize that what she just said to you is incredibly valuable? Ever since Noerde started falling for you, she’s been trying to prove that she’s strong and worthy enough for you, only for you to fail to notice, as usual. Your clueless behavior irritates her. Finally, the greatest gesture she’d make would be to let you touch her hair. But you’ve never tried because you’re afraid of how she’d react. Noerde is very particular about her hair, which is why letting you touch it would be a sign of the trust she has in you.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking you’ve been acting strange.”
“Acting strange? Work on your judgment.”
GOUNTESS already cared about you quite a lot and was fond of you in his own way before he realized he was in love with you. Now, all of that changed once he understood he felt something more than friendship for you. He would be conflicted about those feelings, knowing his presence could inevitably bring you a lot of trouble. What would he do? Obviously, keep his distance. He wouldn’t want someone like Mymo or anyone else to hurt you because of him. He would apologize to you internally and try to maintain as little contact with you as possible. Of course, this wouldn’t go unnoticed by you. How could it? He went from being the person who cared about you the most, telling you how important you were to him and being a safe haven for you, to becoming a familiar stranger you used to spend time with. How could you not wonder why you never saw him again?
“Wh… what did you say?”
“I like being with you, Gountess.”
𑣲 YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW IT.
TAMSY is self-aware and knows perfectly well how to hide a crush, which is something absurdly easy for the things he’s had to do in the past. He could be by your side and interact with you naturally like he always does, without a single red flag for you to suspect that his feelings are quite different from what they actually are. The worst part is he wouldn’t even try too hard for you to notice. He’d rather stay where he is and simply wait patiently for the fleeting feeling to pass. If it somehow doesn’t go away, that’s where he could actually start taking those feelings a little more seriously. As much as he’d like to get rid of all kinds of feelings that don’t serve his goals, he’d eventually come to live with them reluctantly, like in this case. The changes would be slight but pretty strange and exclusive to you, like paying a little more attention whenever you decide to talk about anything, and being more attentive toward you in the eyes of the other Cleaners. He’d also be very polite and respect some of your boundaries, but nothing too alarming.
“You’re surprisingly attentive.”
“Am I?”
ZODYL is too logical and reserved. You wouldn't know it, and he wouldn't know how he feels about you either. At first, he might justify it by saying that you’re simply a valuable member of the Raiders and perform well on missions. That would explain why he’s thinking about you more than he does about other people. You’d have to learn how to read him very carefully to notice his unusual behavior, because it’s clearly not romantic in the conventional sense. He’d start including you in certain plans of personal interest and sometimes share some of his theories with you. For him, that would be ‘affection’ or a way of showing he’s interested in someone. Since Zodyl is quite analytical, that would also apply to you. He’d ask you strange questions he didn’t used to ask before, just out of sheer curiosity about how you think. This would leave you even more confused than you already are.
“What do you think of the Sphere?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
SEMIU is pretty neutral about her feelings. If she’s honest, she might say she was a little surprised to realize that she really did see you that way. She wouldn’t deny it, but she did consider those feelings a slight distraction for her. Although that doesn’t change the fact that she enjoys it when you join her at her desk if you have free time, when you help her with paperwork every now and then, or when you do little favors to help her out. The other Cleaners might notice that Semiu tends to be more patient with you, pointing things out a bit more gently when you do something she’d normally consider stupid (which, from Enjin’s point of view, is a complete injustice). You’d be surprised by how observant she tends to be. If the crush lasts longer, she won’t waste any more energy trying to avoid the inevitable, so she’ll accept it and be as direct as possible once she’s made her decision. This will take you completely by surprise because, as far as you’re concerned, there were no clear signs that she liked you.
“Your favorite food came with the rest of the meal they brought us.”
“How do you know it’s my favorite food?”
“It’s easy to tell when you drool all over your chin just looking at it.”
HYO is convinced that it’s just another sensation in her brain that feels different. She’d probably be the last person to admit that she loves you. She doesn’t understand how she came to feel this way, so she’ll keep her distance and won’t make a move at first. Hyo might make you a little uncomfortable at times, since you might catch her staring at you out of the blue with a blank expression on her face, and sometimes you’ll get the feeling that she knows your habits quite well and some details about you that no one else would notice. Generally, since Hyo wouldn’t know how to be around you without giving herself away or raising suspicion, she’d start looking for excuses just to be by your side. And speaking of those, they’re terrible, since she’d never spend much time in the company of someone the way she has with you. She’s very independent and would rarely share space with anyone outside of a work setting. You’d have to pay close attention to notice a pattern, because her affection shows more in what she does than in what she says.
“Don’t you usually take a different route, Hyo?”
“No. I take this route.” She’s clearly lying.
KYOUKA simply doesn't usually give much thought to her feelings; at first, she ignored them so she could continue prioritizing her work. To her, you’re a competent person who takes the Hell Guard seriously. That’s as far as it goes. At least, that was the case for a while, until her younger brother unintentionally pointed out her strange behavior toward you compared to other soldiers. She had never considered that conclusion until she started paying closer attention to her own behavior. After she started scrutinizing herself excessively, she realized that, indeed, her brother was right. It seems she’s more concerned about your well-being than other people’s, or perhaps you’re simply the first person she’d seek out under the pretext of telling you that you have more work to do, or that she has a certain weakness she hates having when you compliment anything other than how well she does her job. Even so, she’d still keep her distance enough to prevent you from noticing it either. Kyouka won’t openly admit she has a crush on you, nor would she get suspiciously close in a way that might make you even consider there’s something more. Get used to those signs. It would take her a long time to confess.
“Good job. Go to the nurse’s office, you need it.” And she’d walk away calmly as if she hadn’t said a thing.
𑣲 YOU THINK THEY’RE JUST BEING KIND.
CORVUS is very perceptive. He wouldn't need anyone to tell him that he likes you; he'd already know it, quite calmly. It wouldn’t even cross anyone’s mind that their boss is dealing with some romantic feelings. Corvus is a gentleman in every way. No one would be treated as well by their lover as you are by him (even though you aren’t a couple yet…), but there wouldn’t be any particularly noticeable or strong favoritism. Just because he’s in love doesn’t mean he’d neglect others for your sake. It just means that extra attention would happen in private. There would be a very curious change: Corvus is quite selective about whom he trusts, so consider yourself lucky when he starts asking about your judgment and pays close attention to what you say, because that would be very important. The moments with him would be the most comfortable, especially when you’re in his office and manage to get a smile or two out of him. What a situation he found himself in without ever once considering it…
“Corvus! You’re finally here. You’ve been gone longer than usual.”
“I’m sorry. Lately, there have been several things I’ve needed to take care of. Do you have free time? We could talk if you’re up for it.”
GRIS is quite kind to everyone without exception, which is why you didn’t even think anything of it when he started treating you in a much kinder and warmer way. He really likes you, so he’ll show it, knowing full well that you don’t know exactly why he’s doing it and that you’ll mistake it for a sign of his support as a mere friend. He doesn’t care if you like him back, if you need time to think about it, or if, for your part, all you have to offer is friendship. He’d be happy just to have you by his side. His affection makes him feel more responsible, so expect Gris to wish you luck every time you go out on a mission and check to make sure you’re not injured right after you finish it. He thinks it’s the least he can do, since, unfortunately, there’s not much he’s able to do when you’re fighting Trash Beasts.
“You’re so nice, Gris. Maybe too nice…? But thank you for caring so much about me!”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
BRO SANTA would be much more transparent without even realizing it. He doesn’t know he’s being obvious until Guita herself innocently asks him when you’re coming over to spend time with them. It might have been just a casual comment, but it made him think about it for quite a while. Basically, you’d become a second adoptive parent to Dear and Guita. Speaking of the little boy, you’d have to be very patient to earn his trust at first. Bro would probably try to help you with that, he’d like the two of you to get along well in the future… He’s not assuming you’d say yes if he asked you out! But every time he’s accidentally seen you guys together, it makes him fall a little more in love with you. You’d become more and more a part of his circle, and absolutely everyone would realize that whenever he’s there, you’d be there too because he invited you. Bro often has to hide his embarrassed face and apologize to you when the Cleaners joke that you two would make a cute couple. That sort of thing. Dear is fed up with his father still deciding to play dumb after all.
“Hm.”
“Why are you looking at me like that, Dear?”
𑣲 YOU DON’T KNOW IF THEY ARE JOKING OR NOT (they’re not).
JABBER is still… Jabber. He constantly bugs you just to get your attention. This might be the first time he’s ever experienced a crush (albeit a twisted one), so he’ll deal with it in his own way. However, that doesn’t make him any more tolerable most of the time. Do you like your privacy? Forget about it with him. If you’re a Raider, he may or may not annoy Zodyl enough for him to send the two of you on missions together, mostly just to get Jabber off his back—and partly because, at the end of the day, the two of you somehow always manage to successfully complete your part of the mission. He loves showing you the poisons he has and the effects they cause, too! He might even beg you to try them with him when you have nothing else to do. It’s up to you whether or not to accept his offer. Jabber has grown so trusting of you in such a short time that you wouldn’t be surprised to find him right beside you when you wake up one of these days. Or maybe it’s already happened—many, many times. You just don’t take him seriously.
“Pleeease… just one! This one feels good!”
“Get off me, Jabber!”
“Uhhh… Are you afraid of ’em? I didn’t know you were one of those cowards.”
MYMO would never admit that he actually has a crush on you. He’d dismiss it as mere curiosity to protect his pride. It simply wouldn’t occur to him that someone like him could fall in love with… well, you. Instead of acknowledging his feelings, he’d treat them as a game to amuse himself. He’d single you out as his main target, playing pranks on you, deliberately putting you in awkward situations just to see how you’d react, or casually dropping random comments about things he’s heard about you. Speaking of which, he’d investigate you to see how much he could find out. He’d keep that information for later, whether he intended to use it against you or simply keep it to himself. Mymo wouldn’t have a healthy crush. Even though he might seem harmless, he could become quite possessive and manipulative if you ever took a path he didn’t like. In general, he’d also idealize you, seeing you as part of his vision without caring in the least about getting to know you for who you really are. But you wouldn’t know any of that. From your perspective, he’s simply having fun and being his usual self, completely unaware that, in reality, he’s already mapped out a destiny for you.
“Are you joking?”
“Guess! What do you think?”
RIYO thought it was really fun being around you, and the realization hit her not long after, when she found herself questioning her own feelings toward you. Even before she fell in love with you, you’d already gotten used to her chaotic and carefree personality, so you weren’t surprised when, over the last few months, she started seeking you out more often to joke around with you. You also didn’t pay much attention to how often she played with your hair, leaned in close whenever she got the chance, or became especially attentive during your last few missions together. She’d brush it off by saying it would be better if you didn’t die in some humiliating or silly way anytime soon. Riyo was constantly keeping an eye on you, with good intentions, according to her. Just like Zanka, she also has a thing for impressing you, showing off what she and her scissors are capable of whenever she gets the chance. She makes you wonder if there’s really something more between you, but you can’t tell whether she’s simply being her usual self or if something has actually changed.
“Hey, I just heard this joke—”
“Oh, please don’t.”
TOO LILY can be pretty oblivious sometimes without even realizing it herself, which is why she doesn't understand why the signs aren't very clear to you when they clearly are. At least to her. Her crush would be a little bit awkward. Emphasizing just how oblivious she is, she genuinely didn't realize when her songs and some of her shows had become a little connected to you if someone were to look closely. She certainly doesn't mind, of course; she'd say she feels quite the opposite! As an artist, one way she would show her affection would be through spectacle and entertainment. This translates into changing her outfit as many times as you want just to impress you, and she would even give you the privilege of occasionally choosing the outfit she wears for some of her performances, along with a ticket to see her perform! One of the things she'd enjoy the most would be doing different magic tricks and teaching them to you just to see you smile. She likes making people smile, and your smile is her favorite, so why not make you happy with whatever she has at her disposal? Unfortunately, even with all of that, since you wouldn't know her very well at first, you'd probably think it's just her being Too Lily, as always.
“Look at them! Aren’t they incredible? They are my favorite person! And of course, my assistant who has gotten me out of several predicaments.”
“Lily, stop doing that.”
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Gosh why are people hating on hip dips now? It's literally part of the body like hello it's a perfect space to grab on to? And why is it women hate only males have them to gosh fahhhhh
And can someone please make more gifs of Follo Or fu
Follo notices the little things about you. Not because he's looking for flaws, but because he genuinely adores every part of you. To him, your hip dips aren't something to hide they're just another thing that makes you... you.
The first time he noticed them was completely by accident.
The two of you were cuddling on the couch
His hand rested comfortably on your waist.
Then, without thinking, it slid down to your hips.
He paused.
"...Oh."
You looked up at him.
"What?"
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
But in his head?
Hip dips......Yes.
Ever since then, he's developed a strange little habit.
Whenever the two of you are lying together, somehow his head always ends up resting against your hip.
Specifically... right over your hip dips.
You never questioned it at first.
Until one day.
"...Why do you always lay there?"
Follo blinked.
"Hm?"
"Out of everywhere, you always put your head on my hips."
He thought about it for a second.
"...It's comfortable."
"That's your reason?"
"...Yeah."
You laughed.
"You've been doing this for months."
"I know."
"And you never told me why?"
"I didn't think I needed to."
To him, it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your hip dips just happened to be his favorite place to rest.
And honestly...
You couldn't really complain.
He looked way too content laying there.. Though you always needed to lay on your side..
Bundus is a lot more subtle than most people. He doesn't point out little things about your body or make a big deal out of them. He just naturally grows attached to the parts of you that he interacts with every day
Bundus never actually mentions your hip dips.
He doesn't even bring them up.
It's just...his hand somehow always ends up there.
Whether he's guiding you through a crowded street, helping you step over something, or simply walking beside you...
His hand naturally settles on your hip. Right where your hip dips are.
It's become such a habit that neither of you really notices anymore.
Until you point it out.
"You know your hand is always there, right?"
Bundus blinks.
"...Is it?"
You glance down.Sure enough...His hand is resting on your hip again.
"...Huh."
He doesn't move it.
Instead, he gives your hip a gentle squeeze before continuing to walk.
"I guess it is."
There's no deeper reason.
It's just where his hand fits the most comfortably.
And after a while...
It starts feeling just as natural to you as it does to him.
August is... kind of an airhead. He doesn't really overthink things. If he likes something, he just does it without realizing he's made it a habit.
August has this weird habit of walking behind you.
You asked him about it once.
"Why are you always behind me?"
"So I can watch you."
"What?"
"So I can make sure you don't trip."
You narrowed your eyes.
"...That's not the real reason."
He grinned.
"Okay, maybe I like watching your hips sway a little."
"August!"
"What? They're nice!"
You lightly shoved him, making him laugh.
The funny thing is, whenever he walks next to you, he somehow ends up speed walking three feet ahead without realizing it
"August."
"Hm?"
"You left me behind again."
He turned around.
"Oh... my bad."
Five minutes later...
He did it again
So eventually, he just started walking behind you instead.
Now, whenever the two of you are walking somewhere, he'll casually rest both of his hands on your hips.
Right where your hip dips are.
"August..."
"What?"
"You're doing it again."
"I know!"
"You're making us look like a conga line."
He gasped dramatically.
"NO."
He gave your hips a tiny squeeze.
"A hip dip train."
You groaned.
"That was awful."
"I thought it was pretty good!"
You couldn't help laughing anyway.
It was dumb. It made absolutely no sense. But somehow...It was the most August thing he could've said.
Tamsy genuinely likes your hip dips. He doesn't see them as strange or unattractive.
The problem isn't that he dislikes them.
The problem is that if he finds out you dislike them...
He'll use that insecurity against you.
Tamsy notices your hip dips pretty early on.
He doesn't really react.
To him, they're just another part of you.
He likes them, simple as that. Then one day...
You make an offhand comment.
"I wish I didn't have hip dips."
He goes quiet.
Not because he agrees.
Because he realizes you've just handed him something.
Something he can use.
From then on, whenever the two of you argue...
"You know... no one would appreciate them the way I do."
You frown.
“What?”
He smiles.
"If you ever left me, who else would love them?"
The words stick in your head.
And that's exactly what he wanted.
Another time, he'll casually rest his hand on your hip.
"You're lucky I like these."
You pull away.
"What does that mean?"
He just shrugs.
"Nothing."
But you both know it wasn't nothing.
That's how Tamsy works.
He doesn't attack your insecurities because he believes them.
He attacks them because he knows you believe them.
The truth is...He genuinely likes your hip dips.
He thinks they're beautiful.
But instead of reassuring you...
He twists that affection into control.
Making you wonder if maybe he's the only person who could ever love that part of you.
And in his mind...That's exactly how he keeps you close.
Enjin loves you first. Your body is just another part of the person he fell in love with. Sure, everyone has things they naturally find attractive, but to him, none of that matters more than having you by his side.
Enjin loves your hip dips.
He really does.
The first time he noticed them, he just smiled to himself.
They fit you.
They were yours.
And that was enough for him.
Now...
Would he normally find fuller hips very attractive?
Sure.
He won't deny that.
But the funny thing is...
The moment he fell in love with you, his preferences kind of stopped mattering.
He's just happy to have you.
He'd never compare you to anyone else or wish you looked different
Not even for a second.
Though...
There is one thing.
He absolutely loves when you wear tighter pants or low rise jeans.
Not because he wants you to change.
But because your hip dips are a little more noticeable.
You'll catch him looking for just a second too long.
"What?"
"Hm?"
"You're staring."
"…Maybe."
He smiles sheepishly.
"You look really nice today."
That's about as far as he'll go.
He isn't trying to make you self conscious.
He just genuinely thinks you look beautiful.
And every time he catches a glimpse of your hip dips, he quietly reminds himself just how lucky he is that someone like you chose him.
Corvus fell in love with you, not an idea of what you "should" look like. To him, there is no such thing as a perfect body. There are just people... and you're his favorite one.
Corvus does naturally find fuller hips and a fuller bust attractive.
He won't deny that.
But he also doesn't really care.
Because he didn't fall in love with your body.
He fell in love with you.
The way you laugh.
The way you talk.
The way you make him feel.
That's what made him stay.
Bodies were never the deciding factor.
He'd never ask you to change or even hint that he wished you looked different.
Not once.
As far as he's concerned...
You're already perfect to him.
When he notices your hip dips, he doesn't compare them to anyone else's.
He just thinks they're cute.
Sometimes, when you're standing beside him, he'll rest his hand on your hip without even realizing it.
"...What?"
He blinks.
"Hm?"
"You're staring again."
"I know."
"...Why?"
He smiles softly.
"I just think they're cute on you."
That's it
No hidden meaning.
No backhanded compliment.
Just a quiet, honest admission from someone who loves every part of you because it's your body not because it fits some impossible ideal.
Jabber doesn't just like your hip dips.
He is fascinated by them.
Half the time, you have no idea what's going through his head.
Jabber noticed your hip dips almost immediately.
His reaction?
"...Cool."
You thought that was the end of it.
It wasn't.
One day he somehow got his hands on a tiny finger skateboard.
You never found out where he got it.
Or why.
The next thing you knew...
He was trying to do tricks with it on your hips.
"Jabber."
"What?"
"Why are you skateboarding on me?"
"Because it's fun."
He acted like that was a perfectly normal answer.
Sometimes he'd roll the little skateboard along your hip dips and curves, trying to land tiny tricks.
He looked way too focused while doing it.
You, on the other hand...
Couldn't stop thinking.
"...Are my hip dips really that noticeable?"
He blinked.
"Huh?"
"That you can do skateboard tricks on them?"
He looked genuinely confused.
"Yeah?"
You sighed.
"I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel better or worse."
He tilted his head.
"Why would it be bad?"
To him, it was simple.
He thought your hip dips were awesome.
So naturally...
They were the coolest place to use his tiny skateboard
It never even crossed his mind that you might feel self conscious about them.
He just thought they were another thing to love about you.
Fu never really understood why people made such a big deal out of body types. To him, hips were... just hips.
Fu honestly didn't know what hip dips were.
The first time you mentioned them, he just tilted his head.
"...Aren't they normal?"
You tried explaining that some people have them and some people don't.
He blinked.
"...Um... Okay?"
To him, it didn't matter.
Hip dips.
Fuller hips.
Smaller hips.
They were all just... hips.
He never compared you to anyone else because it never crossed his mind to do so.
As far as Fu was concerned...
You were beautiful.
Hii, on the other hand...
He noticed them immediately.
And became obsessed.
Hii loves your hip dips.
Sometimes, when you're distracted...
He'll suddenly lean over and—
Chomp.
Right on your hip
"...HII!"
He refuses to let go. And it doesn't matter if you have pants on either
"Hii!"
"...Mm."
"Hii, let go."
He just shakes his head.
"...What do you want?"
He grins.
"Attention."
"...That's it?"
"Yep."
A head pat.
A hug.
A kiss on the forehead.
It honestly doesn't matter.
He just wants you to acknowledge him.
The second you give him what he wants...
He lets go like nothing ever happened.
"...You're weird."
"Shut ut."
When he comes out again
He does it again.
At this point, you've accepted that random "hip bites" are just part of dating Hii.
yandere!fae who watched from the canopy of the trees, his delicate fluorescent wings fluttering in the wind as he narrowed his eyes onto you. no one had entered his part of the forest in years- for many knew the consequences.
yandere!fae who's heart clenched painfully at watching you trip over a thick tree root. he had the magic to stop that- he had the magic to- no. he shouldn't. he hadn't gotten this infatuated since...
yandere!fae who eventually made his way down, his wings effortlessly carrying him to land on the mossy forest floor. "what's someone so precious like you doing in these lands?" he'd ask, his silver eyes inspecting your every facial twitch.
yandere!fae who'd eventually look forward to your regular visits. he'd provide you with everything you need! baskets, foraging materials, rare seeds, berries and fruits. you needn't depend on anything-anyone else.
yandere!fae who'd convinced you to allow him to provide you with dinner. he'd make you follow him into his surprisingly large mushroom cottage, the smell of healing and home entering your senses.
yandere!fae who knew you'd be oh so innocent. too innocent to not even know what accepting a fae's food meant.
𐔌 Ი︵𐑼 . SWEET DISCLOSURE ⸝⸝ ✿ ( tamsy x fem!reader ) ◟ に ━ ꒰ fluff, mutual pining ꒱ 注記 : kinda rushed, wrote this while studying
You have been avoiding Tamsy Caines.
Not in a way that you did something wrong to upset him. That’s highly unlikely. You were quiet, a bit reserved, and had a world of your own. The chances of you making enemies inside the HQ were low.
But never zero.
To be straightforward, you harbored a certain crush for the enigmatic member of Team Eager. You don’t know how it happened.
It just did.
There was something about his mysterious nature that dug under your skin; the quiet confidence in his voice, the calm sharpness in his gaze, the way he moved like he’d seen everything and judged none of it. Being near him made your mind spin and your heart misbehave. This constant behavior implanted a fear of him possibly finding out.
So, naturally…
You chose the most logical solution to this problem.
You avoided him.
Not dramatically — that would be too obvious.
You simply rerouted your movements whenever you heard his footsteps. Took longer hallways. Entered the cafeteria only after confirming he’d already left. If he walked into a room, you suddenly remembered something very urgent you needed to do elsewhere.
It was a flawless strategy. It’s genius.
You started to cheer to yourself, even patting yourself on the back for it.
There’s no way he would find out.
You underestimated him.
You should’ve known someone like Tamsy; observant, deliberate, always three steps ahead, wouldn’t overlook something as glaring as your sudden disappearance from his orbit.
Which is why, when you slip into the storage corridor behind the training hall to avoid crossing paths with him for the third time today, you don’t expect him to already be there.
Leaning against the wall. Waiting.
You freeze in the doorway. He doesn’t speak right away, just lifts his gaze and pins you with it. Calm. Sharp. Patient. Like he’d been expecting you to walk right into his hold.
God, why was he so painfully handsome.
“Tamsy,” you manage, fighting to keep your voice steady. “I—I didn’t see you.”
“Clearly,” he says.
There’s no accusation in his tone, no irritation, just quiet certainty. Somehow, that’s worse.
You take a step back.
He takes one forward.
The hallway is narrow. Too narrow. You’re suddenly very aware of the cold wall pressing against your spine and the warmth radiating off him as he stops in front of you — close, but not touching.
“Tamsy,” you say again, softer this time. “I… I was just—”
“Avoiding me.”
Your throat tightens, beads of sweat starts to form on your skin, “No.”
He tilts his head slightly. Not convinced.
A beat of silence passes. A sudden ringing sound clogs your ears, and shame slowly taking over. His gazing towards you like you did some sort of crime. You couldn’t even look straight at him, the possibility of getting rejected by him is high now.
Your heart hammers against your ribs loud enough that you’re certain he can hear it. His eyes flick down, to your lips, to your trembling hands, before returning to meet yours again.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, and his voice is so calm, so painfully sincere, that it knocks the air from your lungs.
“No,” you blurt, shaking your head. “You didn’t. You never did.” He studies you for a moment. Then —
“…Then why are you running?”
Your pulse jumps. Your fingers curl against your sides.
He leans forward just slightly, carefully, like he’s giving you space to push him away if you want to. But you don’t. You can’t. You’re stuck between flight and surrender, and he’s standing patiently in the middle.
“Unless,” he adds quietly, gaze unwavering, “there’s something I’m not seeing.”
You swallow.
Words tangle in your throat. Panic flares. The confession claws its way up before you can hold it back—
Oh no
“I like you.”
It slips out — small, raw, breathless.
His eyes widen just a fraction.
You immediately slap a hand over your mouth, RUN. EVAPORATE. DO SOMETHING. “—Forget I said that!”
“Too late.”
He steps even closer now, bracing one hand beside your head on the wall — still not touching, but surrounding you entirely.
“Say it again.”
Your breath stutters. “Why?”
“So I know I heard it right.”
He’s closer now. Close enough that you can see the subtle lift at the corner of his lips — not quite a smile, but something dangerously close.
You stare at him, cornered and helpless, heart thrashing like a trapped animal. As much as you like this man, he can be quite intimidating!
“I..” you whisper. Not having the strength to look straight into his eyes, “-I like you.”
Your confession hangs in the air, fragile and trembling, like a secret that could shatter if either of you breathed too loud.
“I like you,” you repeat, barely more than a whisper.
Tamsy’s eyes darken, not with shock, nor amusement, but with a quiet intensity that roots you in place.
Slowly, deliberately, his hand lifts.
You freeze as his fingers brush your cheek, tentative, like he’s giving you time to pull away. You don’t.
His thumb lingers there, warm against your skin.
“…May I?” he asks softly.
You nod before your mind even catches up.
He leans in, not for your lips.
His forehead presses gently against yours, grounding yet dizzying all at once. His breath fans softly across your face.
Then, featherlight, reverent, he places a kiss on your cheek. Your knees nearly buckle, you can hear your own heart pounding in your ears.
He doesn’t pull away immediately. His lips remain there, lingering as if to make sure you feel every second of it, you let out a silent whimper as the cold metal of his piercing brushed your cheek, your hand clutches weakly at his sleeve, anchoring yourself.
When he finally draws back, he doesn’t stray far. His forehead rests against yours again, eyes half-lidded, his voice a soft murmur only you could hear.
“Don’t avoid me anymore.”
You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice from shaking, your mind was slowly processing the kiss. “O-Okay.”
A moment of silence passed. Not awkward, not heavy, just the lingering thought of the boy who you were pining over for who knows how long, was the first one to make a big move, and kiss you! On the cheek too!
His fingers trail from your cheek to your jaw, tilting your head slightly as if memorizing you.
“Good,” he whispers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Mischievous, so handsome, it makes you melt into a puddle all over again.
“Because next time this happens again… I won’t hold back.”
著者 : how I actually imagined this btw
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you're a new recruit of team eager, assigned to back up team akuta, and tamsy is the only one who makes this chaos feel bearable. but when raiders collapse the building, you're trapped, badly injured, and for the first time, he loses control, tearing through the rubble until he finds you. now, in recovery, he won't leave your side, showing you exactly how much he cares.
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the pit doesn't ease you into anything. it throws you in and waits to see if you climb back out. you did, three times.
by the third mission, the weight of your gear felt less foreign against your shoulders. the smell of rust and dust didn't make your stomach twist the way it used to. your hands still shook sometimes after, but you learned how to tuck them into your pockets before anyone noticed.
tamsy noticed anyway. he always seemed to catch the small things — the way you lingered half a second too long before stepping into unstable ground, the way your breathing went shallow when the air got thick with debris.
after your first mission, you'd been scrubbing grime from your gloves at the wash basin when he leaned against the edge, bumping his elbow lightly against yours.
"i see you're still alive, huh?" he said, voice low, smirk faint. "i was starting to think i'd have to drag you back in pieces."
"charming," you muttered.
his smirk was faint, but it was there. "you're faster than you look. for someone who trips over their own boots half the time, that's impressive."
"half the time?" you said.
"precision is in the details," he shrugged, not breaking eye contact. "you miss the details, you're dead. most people here don't notice until it's too late. you're lucky i do."
you tried not to smile. "lucky me."
he let out a low hum. "don't let it get to your head."
and you didn't, at least not yet.
you barely had time to think about it before the next assignment came along. team akuta needed backup, a sweep through a stretch of no man's land where raiders had claimed collapsed high-rises as nests. decades of rot and impact damage had left the structures fragile, but they had turned it into an advantage, maybe attempting to pick shots from heights no one else dared to reach.
the building was worse up close. concrete sheared open like bone, metal ribs exposed and rusted through. the air inside tasted like old smoke and something bitter underneath. dust clung to your throat.
the silence stretched longer than it should have. not the hollow quiet of something abandoned, but the kind that made the back of your neck prickle. team akuta fanned out ahead of you, boots careful over fractured tile and old glass.
"they're here," rudo muttered under his breath. "they have to be."
tamsy didn't respond. his hand hovered near your elbow as you stepped over a split in the flooring, not touching, just close enough that you knew he would if you slipped.
the makeshift barricades lining the hallway weren't defensive in the way you expected. splintered desks shoved together. it looked less like preparation for a fight and more like something dismantled in a hurry.
you crouched near one of the doorways and brushed your glove over the concrete. the top layer of dust shifted too easily, revealing a darker patch beneath it.
"tamsy," you said quietly.
he moved beside you without hesitation. "what."
"i don't think this was settled naturally."
his eyes traced upward, following the lines in the ceiling. fractures spread from the support beams in branching patterns that looked almost deliberate. the metal brackets had been tampered with — not obvious at first glance, but once you saw it, you couldn't unsee it.
a low metallic creak echoed from somewhere above, not loud enough to be dramatic, just enough to seem wrong. realization settled heavy in your stomach. they hadn't waited to ambush. they hadn't planned to trade shots from the upper floors. they'd prepared the building instead.
"we need to clear out," tamsy said. the shift in his voice was subtle but immediate.
team akuta began backing toward the exit. you fell into step beside tamsy, heart beating faster now that the pattern made sense. the absence of combat wasn't luck.
another metallic strain carried through the structure, deeper this time. the floor beneath your boots vibrated faintly, like something heavy had shifted its weight.
"move," tamsy ordered, sharper now.
you were halfway down the corridor when something snapped above you. the lights flickered once before dying completely, plunging the hallway into a dim wash of gray from the broken windows at the far end. dust shook loose from the ceiling in thin streams.
the far wall buckled inward with a deep cracking groan. concrete split along the fractures you'd noticed minutes earlier, spiderwebbing outward. the building seemed to exhale — a long, grinding release of tension.
"stairwell!" zanka shouted.
you ran, and tamsy stayed at your side, one hand gripping the back strap of your vest now, not trusting proximity alone. the floor dipped again under your weight. a railing tore free ahead with a violent screech, clattering down the steps.
they hadn't meant to bury you instantly. they'd meant to collapse exit points first. a section of ceiling dropped behind you, sealing off the corridor you'd just cleared. dust exploded forward in a choking wave. someone coughed hard over the chokers.
"we're boxed—" riyo's voice cut in static over the chokers.
the stairwell landing trembled as boots pounded across it. you reached the turn in the stairs just as the support column beside it split clean through the middle.
"down!" tamsy barked.
you barely had time to react before the landing tore free. the world tilted violently. the stairs didn't fall in one clean drop; they broke apart in jagged sections, slabs shearing off at different angles. you felt yourself lose footing, your hand shooting out for balance and catching fabric instead.
tamsy's sleeve.
for a split second, your fingers locked. his other hand grabbed for you, but the concrete between you shifted, ripping the space wider. your grip slipped.
you fell.
the impact knocked the air from your lungs so completely you couldn't even scream. debris followed in a cascade — smaller pieces first, then something heavier that struck your hip and pinned you hard against the fractured floor below. the debris rained down from the impact points, fine gray powder coating your hair and lashes. your chest refused to expand properly. every inhale scraped raw. you tried to move your legs.
nothing.
above you, faint but frantic, voices filtered through layers of debris.
"we need to pull back!"
"status, anyone?!"
"she was right here!"
that one. even muffled, you'd recognize it.
you forced your eyes open wider, fighting the urge to let them close. the weight pressing against you felt endless. claustrophobic. like the pit itself had decided to swallow you.
"tamsy," you tried, but it came out broken.
blood trickled warm along your temple. the air felt thinner by the second. another piece of rubble shifted overhead. light filtered through a narrow break in the debris, thin and blinding, and then his face appeared in it. eyes scanning with a focus that bordered on frantic. they locked onto you. something in him changed instantly.
"hey—hey!" his voice broke when he saw you. "don't shut down on me. look at me."
you focused on the sliver of sky behind him. on his face streaked with dust and blood. there was a cut across his brow you didn't remember seeing before.
"you're not allowed," he said, voice shaking in a way that didn't match the tamsy you knew. "you hear me? you don't get to leave like this."
you''d have laughed if breathing didn't feel like knives.
his hands tore at the debris pinning you down. someone shouted at him from behind to stop — the structure wasn't stable. he ignored them completely.
"i've got her," he snapped, and there was something feral in it.
when the weight lifted from your leg, pain detonated up your spine. you gasped, vision flashing white, and his expression crumpled like he'd been the one crushed.
"i know. i know," he muttered, voice low and frantic. "just stay with me."
he slid his arms beneath you carefully, as if you might shatter, and lifted you free from the rubble. dust cascaded around you as he carried you through what remained of the hallway. the building groaned behind him, threatening another collapse.
"we're getting you out," he said quietly, eyes never leaving yours. "don't you dare make me repeat myself."
you faded in and out against his chest, aware only of the way he kept saying your name like it was an anchor.
the first thing you register is the sound, steady and mechanical and entirely wrong compared to the groaning collapse you remember. then the light presses through your eyelids, too bright, too sterile, and when you finally manage to open your eyes the ceiling above you is whole and unmoving.
your body feels distant, heavy in places and sharply aware in others. when you try to shift, something pulls tight along your ribs and pain blooms slow and deep, anchoring you to the mattress beneath you.
voices reach you before your vision fully clears.
"she should've woken up by now."
"that's not how head trauma works."
you turn your head slightly and regret it immediately, breath hitching as the movement sends a protest through your side.
tamsy is sitting so close to the bed his knee presses against the frame. his forearms rest on the mattress near your hand, like he hasn't allowed more than an inch of distance since you were brought in. dried blood stains the collar of his shirt. the cut across his brow has been cleaned but not properly treated. he looks like he hasn't moved in hours.
eisha stands near the end of the bed, posture straight but not relaxed. her arms are folded, though the tension in her shoulders gives her away.
tamsy's head snaps toward you so fast it's almost jarring. he's on his feet immediately, chair scraping softly against the floor.
"hey," he says, and the word is steadier than the way his hands hover near you, unsure where he's allowed to touch. "don't try to sit up."
you attempt to speak and your throat burns. he notices and reaches for the water at your bedside. his hand slides carefully behind your head, lifting you just enough to drink. his touch is restrained, like he's afraid even gentleness might hurt you.
"slow," he murmurs when you swallow too fast. "you're fine. you're here."
you lower back against the pillow and look between them. "how long?"
"eighteen hours," eisha answers. "fractured tibia, three cracked ribs, mild brain bleed that stabilized on its own. you were lucky."
tamsy's jaw tightens at that word.
"lucky," he repeats quietly, like he doesn't agree with it.
you glance at him. "you look worse."
there's a flicker of something in his eyes that almost resembles a smile, but it doesn't fully form. "i'm not the one who got buried."
eisha steps closer to the bed, studying you carefully. "i will need to run another scan in an hour. you'll be here a while."
you nod faintly, the movement exhausting.
there's a brief silence that settles, heavy but not uncomfortable. then eisha looks at tamsy. "you should get cleaned up," she says. "i don't mind staying with her."
he doesn't answer immediately. his gaze is still locked on you, like he's confirming you're real and conscious and breathing.
"tamsy," eisha presses, softer now. "you've been here the entire time. you haven't even changed."
"i'm fine."
"you're not."
he finally looks at her, and whatever sits behind his eyes makes her pause.
"i said i'm fine," he repeats, quieter but immovable.
eisha exhales slowly, weighing her next words. "she's stable. i can sit with her while you—"
"no."
the word isn't loud. it doesn't need to be.
eisha studies him for a long second. "you don't have to do this alone."
his hand moves then, almost unconsciously, finding yours against the blanket. his fingers curl carefully around them, mindful of iv lines and bruising. he doesn't look away from you when he answers.
"you can go," he says.
it isn't harsh or unkind. but it's definitely stern enough to scare.
eisha's gaze flicks to the way his thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, grounding himself as much as you. something in her expression softens.
"call if anything changes," she says to him, then to you, "and you shouldn't make a habit of this."
the door closes behind her with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. the room settles into a different kind of silence after that.
tamsy doesn't move right away. his hand stays wrapped around yours, thumb brushing once over your knuckles, still trying to confirm something. when he finally exhales, it's slow and unsteady, like he's been holding it since the building came down.
"she's right," you murmur, your voice thin but steadier now. "you look like hell."
that almost earns you something real. almost. his mouth shifts at the corner before flattening again.
"don't," he says quietly.
you study him instead of answering. the dried blood at his collar isn't all his, and there's dust still ground deep into the seams of his sleeves. his gloves sit discarded on the bedside table, knuckles torn clean through, fabric split and stiff with dried red where it soaked past the rips, as if he kept digging long after they stopped protecting him.
"you found me," you say.
his jaw tightens. "yeah."
"they told you to pull back."
it's a guess, but the way his eyes flick down tells you it's right.
"that wasn't your call," you add.
"no," he agrees, voice level in a way that feels carefully constructed. "it wasn't."
you shift slightly, wincing when your ribs protest. he's on his feet again immediately, one hand hovering near your shoulder, the other bracing against the mattress.
"stop moving," he mutters. "you shouldn't test the stitches yet."
"i'm not testing them."
"you are."
you look up at him and for the first time since you woke up, you see it clearly. the crack in his composure. the way his control is sitting just barely over something volatile.
"i thought you were dead," he says suddenly, like the words have been waiting and he's tired of holding them back. "when the landing gave out and you slipped, i couldn't see you. the chokers were static. the whole structure was shifting and they were yelling at me to fall back."
his grip on the bed frame tightens slightly.
"i couldn't get a clear read on you, you weren't responsive."
you swallow.
"so i went back in."
it isn't dramatic. he doesn't raise his voice. he says it like it was the most obvious choice in the world.
"tamsy—"
"don't." his eyes snap to yours, not angry, but sharp. "don't say my name like that. i don't regret it."
you stare at him for a long second. "you could've been buried too."
"i know."
the fact that he says it without hesitation makes your chest ache more than the fractures. he drags a hand down his face, then steps closer to the bed again, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him even through the layers of blankets and bandaging.
"when i saw you under there," he continues, quieter now, "you weren't moving. there was blood in your hair and i thought—" he stops, jaw working once before he forces himself to finish. "i thought that was it."
your fingers tighten weakly around his.
"it wasn't."
his gaze drops to your hand in his, like he's memorizing the weight of it.
"no," he says. "it wasn't."
you watch the tension shift through him slowly, settling into something more controlled. his thumb moves again, absent and repetitive, like he needs the motion.
"you're not allowed to do that again," he says after a moment.
"get crushed by a building?"
"disappear on me."
the words hang between you.
you try to lighten it, even now. "i didn't do it on purpose."
"i don't care."
his voice isn't harsh. it's just honest.
"you don't get to scare me like that," he adds, softer. "not after—"
he doesn't finish the sentence, but he doesn't have to. not after the wash basin. not after every half-second he's hovered near your elbow without touching. not after the way he ignored orders and tore concrete apart with his hands.
you shift your grip, careful of the iv line, and thread your fingers more securely through his. "i'm still here."
his eyes lift to yours again, and there's something unguarded in them that he doesn't usually let anyone see.
"yeah," he says quietly. "you are."
this time, when he pulls the chair closer and sits back down, he doesn't hover like he's unsure. he keeps your hand in his and leans forward just enough that his forehead almost brushes your knuckles.
and when he stays, there's the faintest brush of his lips over the back of your hand, gentle and he doesn't let go.
Yandere rich couple who message you privately with an offer to be their sugar baby. Sounded like a total scam, so you brush it off. No way you’re falling for that, even if the cash would be nice right now…
Yandere rich couple who start sending you handwritten letters. You have no clue how they found your address, but with actual cash inside, things are suddenly way more interesting.
Yandere rich couple who are old, married, and honestly just bored. They’ve got way too much money and no idea what to do with any of it.
Yandere rich couple whose kids are all grown up, leaving them with an empty house, but that’s just means that all their attention is focused on you and you alone <3
They’re more than ready to spoil you rotten as long as you agree to their little arrangement, however they’re not too worried about you saying no. Why would you?
Yandere rich couple who finally invite you over for dinner, giving you their home address. Could this be a terrible idea? Maybe. You could totally get kidnapped, but…money.
Thankfully, you don’t end up being kidnapped. Instead, you get treated to what feels like a five-star meal. To them though? real main course is you.
The yandere wife who somehow always finds a way to sit near you will slip her arm around your waist and start whispering praises into your ear. She loves the way you flinch when her breath tickles your ears.
You’re the most exciting thing to happen to her in years (besides her husband, of course). She likes to take you shopping with her you don't really have to buy anything she just likes to show you off.
Yandere husband that is very big on pampering you, sure just giving you a gift is fine, but he really likes to see the happy look on your face when you eat good food or wear comfortable clothes.
Yandere rich couple who start showering you with “small” gifts jewelry, designer clothes…..a house key “Think of it as your second home,” it was bigger than your real house.
Yandere rich couple who get super annoyed if you so much as mention spending time with anyone else. Why would you want to talk to anyone else when they’re literally giving you everything you could want?
yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.
he enjoys it.
he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”
he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.
but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.
every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.
“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”
he says he’s proud when I fall apart.
because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.
and when i stop fighting?
he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.
he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.
“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”
he calls it love.
but it’s not love.
it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.
“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”
He’s silent for the most part – pensive and gentle with you – barely touching you aside from mellow strokes lacking a lasting feel and featherlight kisses that only barely leave your skin wet.
Everything seems somewhat virginal. Awkward. At a distance…
But you know he watches you when you sleep – and it gives you goosebumps every night.
He’ll sit in the chair by the window instead of lying next to you, his dour gaze lingering on you and your shape draped in the thin duvet. He’ll listen to your soft snores, and watch you dream – thinking about what he wouldn’t do to keep you like that, safe and sound and perfect – coming up short.
There’s so much ugliness in the world… he needs to keep you from it.
“Yuta…” You croaked groggily, waking up and squinting at him where he still sat in the dim moonlight. “You’re freakin’ me out…” Twisting in the sheets, you pull them aside to free space on the bed before yawning. “Come to bed already.”
He sits for another moment and you think he’s gonna stay there like every other night, keeping guard or whatever it is that he’s doing – but then he stands. Taking your invitation silently, lying down on his side of the bed, making the mattress sink – and it’s only then that you regret it, feeling your heart flare with dread, reminded of how he’s a psycho who’s had you trapped in his house for months without telling you why.
You lie awake in wait of his touch – but it never comes.
Snores come first.
You roll over again, looking at him – disheveled strands of dark hair splayed on the pillow, tired circles beneath heavy eyes – his face serious even in his sleep. It was strange… he didn’t look like a man capable of hurting anyone. But though he’s never hurt you, aside from keeping you here against your will, you know he’s very capable of violence. You’ve seen the bruises he dregs home, but more than that, you’ve seen the blood drenching his white clothes when he comes home bruise-free.
He doesn’t sit in the chair at all the night after. He comes straight to bed alongside you. And you suppose him lying there doesn’t make much difference for you so long he keeps his hands to himself – which he does until you fall asleep.
It’s sometime later in the night when you awake to the feeling of him brushing cold fingers over the exposed skin of your shoulder, down your upper arm, and further upon your hip.
Your breaths stick in your lungs as he shuffles closer, soon pressed flush against your back – his lips at the shell of your ear.
He wraps his arm around your midriff and presses himself harder into you, and it’s only then that you realize he’s crying. Stirring against you in suppressed sobs as he buries his face into your hair.
You cringe. Listening to him sniffle as he holds your body snug. Opening your mouth and closing it again, you suck your lip in hesitation before calling his name. “Yuta?”
“I’m sorry for waking you-” He apologizes – and you wonder if you should just stay quiet, maybe he’d settle down and return to his side of the bed soon. But it seemed a little unlikely.
“Why are you crying?” You ask instead.
“I’m scared…” He says, placing his forehead against the nape of your neck, both arms locked over your stomach and tugging you close for comfort.
You tense at his warmth – never having been so close to him before. Swallowing thickly. “Scared of what?”
His breath shivers against your back where he has his head bowed as his fingers dig into your sides enough to make you release a tiny whimper. “Scared that I won’t be able to protect you.”
You shiver a bit now, scared to move. You’re voice weak. “Protect me from what?”
He lifts his head and places a kiss on your shoulder. Nuzzling against the grove of your neck. “You shouldn’t worry about it.” He dismisses, gently, in a whisper, in that lilt he so often uses with you as though he fears anything louder would rattle you. “It’s my burden.”
He shifts and scoots himself perfectly behind you, holding you snugly in strong arms.
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Thinking about the mean girl curse...
Manifested through all the incel boys who both fear and hate the pretty girls who roam the school hallways and never spare them a second glance.
You’ll appear in empty classrooms – preying on the poor loser boys who eat their lunch all alone.
You’re such a bully – looking perfect in your short school skirt with your pink lips – smacking them as you pop your bubblegum – uniform shirt a size too small with buttons undone to the midway point.
You make the poor losers cry with your harsh words and haughty laughter – goading them into buying you things in exchange for promises you never keep. Whispering all coyly that you’ll give them a kiss on the cheek, that you’ll let them touch your tits, that you’ll give them your panties – but in the end, all you do is pour your strawberry milk on their heads with a grin – before disappearing with a giggle.
You choose your victims and stay with them until you’ve pushed them over the edge – literally – until they’ve taken a swan dive off the school roof and bloodied the pavement. That’s how you feed – blowing on their ear, whispering mean little nothings until they just can’t take it anymore.
Too many incidences and Jujutsu tech is alerted of the abnormalities.
You appear sitting on a desk when Okkotsu comes looking to exorcise you. You’re sucking on a pink lollipop as you eye him and his pitiful eyes.
He had a handful of bullies like you back in his schooldays – he remembers them as clueless sluts who’d set their thugs on him for a sense of superiority. Clueless sluts –no idea how lucky they were he hadn’t set Rika loose on them all.
You remind him of them. Pretty and full of yourself. You speak as though you expect him to grovel – to throw himself down on his knees for a chance to kiss your feet.
He doesn’t need Rika to fight his fights anymore.
You can't believe how he has you muffled with your own underwear – squealing as he rams your cunt fast and hard from the back. Bent over the desk, hair a mess with your mascara running in black streaks down your pretty face – as he wrings your wrists in two tight fists while stretching your arms behind you, using them to pull you back against the snap of his hips.
Your skirt’s a ripped mess pooled around your ankles as you shake – thighs glossed with slick and quaking as he pounds another orgasm right out of you. A sweaty mess resting with your cheek mushed against the desk in your own drool.
Meanwhile, he sucks your lollipop – far from done.
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Thinking about the major power trip Yuuta went through once he figured out how to control his cursed energy.
Here’s this loser who’s been bullied all throughout life for being such a loner, who suddenly gains unlimited and unsupervised power to do whatever he wants. And he’s never once stood up for himself out of fear that Rika would take it too far—but he’s fully in control now and free to do all those things he’s been too scared to do before.
You used to be one of those bullies back in the day—one of those pretty girls who would laugh and sneer at him while other goons would do their worst of swirlies and wedgies and gut punches. He hasn’t seen you in years already, but there hasn’t been a day he hasn’t thought about you. Old, twisted emotions of hatred and want brewing in the darkest pits of his gut. He can still remember that evil look of glee in your eyes each time you’d say or do something horrid.
He wonders if he has that same awful look in his eyes now as he stands over you—terrified, lying in his bed with your hands and feet tied.
He doesn’t even remember how he got you there. He must have blacked out completely, and yet, the knots of rope are tied so neatly he must have known what he was doing.
You’re in what you wore to bed—a pair of panties and a little crop top. He’s actually never seen a girl so bare before—only two flimsy articles away from being naked. It makes him blush—big and dour-eyed, scanning every curve of your smooth skin, feeling his throat get tight.
Your mouth’s taped shut—he isn’t interested in anything you’d have to say. But he’s left your eyes. He can’t tell if you recognize him. But the fear within them makes him feel so good he’s never been harder in his entire life.
Still, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. It’s a strange feeling—how your shivering and tears make him feel both ashamed and yet so very horny he might cum in his pants just from looking at you.
He thinks of the you from back then—what an absolute bitch you were—all your mean words and hard glares, ugly comments whispered in your friend’s ear while looking down on him, giggling behind a hand as if it were some big secret you were talking shit—as if you hadn’t just poured rotten milk over his head in front of everyone.
Yeah… you deserve this.
You try worming away from him once he crawls on top of you, but the way he’s tied you makes it a pointless struggle. It should make him feel worse, but oddly enough, it just makes him want to touch you more. Your skin is so soft it gives him chills, manhandling you just the way he sees fit.
It seems crazy to him that something with teeth as sharp as yours can also look like the sweetest thing in the world. To anyone else, he must look like the bad guy. But he knows, and you know—you’re no victim.
With your hands tucked under your back, you’re completely pinned beneath him as he straddles your legs. You whine, but he pays you no mind—carefully lifting your top up further.
His body sags with a sigh at the sight. They’re even more perfect than he’d dreamed, and they feel even better in his hands—soft and squeezable.
It’s so fucked up—you have the ugliest personality he knows, and yet you're just as pretty as he remembers. He hates you, and yet you’re the only one he wants this way.
He bends down and wraps his mouth around your nipple—it’s perky and warm and makes him groan with a shudder—rocking his clothed bulge against your thigh with a string of moans.
He can’t believe your pussy is just a thin little layer of cotton away—waiting for him just beneath a pink print of cartoon bunnies. He doesn't know why, but he really likes that more than the black lace he’d expected.
Suppose it makes you fit the role more—his prey.
Just knowing he’s going to fuck you makes him feel like the most powerful guy in the world. He wants to make you cum until you can’t even remember your own name. He wonders if you’re a virgin, too, but he doubts it.
“I’ve seen you had so many tongues down your throat, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve had dick just as much.”
But that’s okay. He’s going to make sure this time is special.
His body drapes yours with all its weight as endless thoughts of what he’s going to do to you flood his head. He moans, making drool spill over your chest where his mouth covets your breast while he keeps rutting into you—he’ll make you feel so good you fall in love with him.
And it’s sad how the thought alone instantly makes his boxers fill with stickiness.
And it’s only sadder as the post-nut-clarity hits because he’s left with a heavy feeling of grief for not having filled your womb instead.
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Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every day, only letting you up when you need to use the bathroom (with him of course). He brings you daily meals and water but his favorite hobby gotta be feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
First thing I wrote in tumblr, Yay! 😼
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