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hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you
he swore he had this in the bag. the moment youād told him about the trend, he knew it was basically an easy win. you looked so cute telling him to keep his arms out, giggling to yourself like youād already won.
āte ves tan lindo, amor ~ā āhush bun.~ā the moment those plush lips met his, he actually held out for a decent time. your fingertips brush along his cheek, drifting lower to the strong line of his traps before finally settling over his chest.
bunny moans softly against your lips before his arms finally give out and snake around your waist, greedily pulling you against him more. you break the kiss, breathing in time with him, you chuckle softly āyou lost ~ā. he rested his forehead against yours with the fondest smile.
ć k. michaelć
āoh? testing me?ā his ego totally didnāt allow defeat. you propped his arms up, then gave him a quick peck on the lips. he gave a feint āhm?ā thinking itād be a longer kiss. āwas that it mausi?ā.
before youād let him finish, you went in for another, then another, then another. but with every kiss you gave him, the pauses between them seemed to stretch a little longer.
āthis isnāt the challenge, youāre cheating.ā kaiser says, arms slowly beginning to ache, but he endured it. āit didnāt have any rules ~ā. you continue giving him those agonizingly short pecks, he wouldnāt even call them kisses at this point, sometimes youād just smush your nose into his. kaiser sighs deeply before his hands finally find your waist, tightening around them before he smashes his lips into yours.
ć l. julien ć
julien accepted the challenge with a quiet confidence, his arms stays perfectly at level while you kiss all over his face before settling on his lips. your arms wrap around his neck, tongue slipping into his mouth. nothing happened, you deepen the kiss even more, still nothing.
he could feel your desperation and it only fueled his resolve, even laughs quietly into the kiss. that made you pull back, pouting āyouāre too good at this..ā āiām good at a lot of things, ma puce, losing isnāt one of them ~ā.
with an exaggerated huff, you finally stepped away and let him lower his arms. āthought youād at least fold, jules.. hmphā. he rolled his shoulders, pretending to stretch away the stiffness before glancing at you. āi almost did ~ā āno you didnātā āi didā.
your head snapped up, a smug smile tugged at his lips as he took a step closer āwhen you started looking at me like thatā ālike what?ā ālike you thought you already won~ā.
ć b. meguru ć
man didnāt even last a second, the moment your lips touched, he immediately grabbed you. ānope!ā he cheekily snickers. āmeguru! we barely even started!ā.
āthis is way better~!ā he spun you around once before peppering your face with kisses, each one accompanied by a giggle.
āyou know i canāt resist you~ā he spoke low āit was a test!ā you pinch at his cheeks with a pout. ādo i look like i do tests babe?ā the two of you broke out into laughter before he leaned in again, stealing another from your lips.
when he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, eyes bright āso, did i pass?ā āyou failed! you were supposed to keep your arms up!ā he blinked once before looking down at where his arms were comfortably wrapped around your waist.
āwell hugging you sālike winning to me!ā
ć onazi ć
this cutie. he promised he wouldnāt move, he thought he meant it. but just the warmth of your face against his was enough to make him beet red, onazi immediately shut his eyes tight. his shoulder started shaking āare we starting?ā.
you pull back a bit, just looking at him so flushed, you hadnāt even kissed him yet. āyālook so cute baby~ā your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing them gently before you nudge your nose into his.
āis this part ofāā your lips meet his, honestly onazi was confused whether you were just completely teasing him now or if the challenge was still ongoing, so he lowered his arms to your waist. āhehe, you lost~ā you break the kiss slowly, smirking at him āwell, i never stood a chance anyway~ā he let out an amused breath.
ć n. seishiro ć
you position his arms āstay", āmākay..ā you kiss him, giggling to yourself. for a surprising amount of time, he didnāt move, just as you were about to give him his second kiss.
ātoo much workā¦ā nagis arms lazily wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder āgimme another one in bed..ā.
you sigh heavily, before kissing his cheek āyouāre such a bum.ā
ć s. ryusei ć
ākeep your arms up okay?ā shidou looked at you like youād just proposed the worldās dumbest game āthatās it?ā āthatās it.ā he scoffed, throwing his arms to the sides āpfft. easy~ā.
āno cheating!ā āi donāt cheat, i get creative!ā āmanā¦ā you roll your eyes then stepped closer āready?ā āhit me, my little booger~ā āā¦ā. the moment your lips met his, what little resolve he had completely evaporated.
his arms dropped instantly, wrapping around your waist before pulling your flush against him. you barely had time to squeak before he was laughing into the kiss. shidou lifted you off the ground, your thighs instantly wrapping around him āidiot! knew you'd lose, you suck~!ā āi can suck on something else~ā āshut it, you lasted half a second!ā āi can last longer in something else~ā.
ć k. tabito ć
āyou seriously think thisāll work on me?ā karasu raised a brow as you put his arms up, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips, ājust donāt moveā ātoo easy.ā āyou have to keep your arms up the whole timeā āi heard you the first time hunā.
you stepped closer until there was barely any space left between you, for a split second, his smug expression faltered. āgo on then~ā you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, he was still, so you plant another, still nothing, then a third one, longer this time.
when you pulled back, you notice the faintest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears. āyou okay?ā āvery.ā āmhm~ā you kiss him again, this time your hand came up to cup his cheek, karasus breathing hitched ever so slightly. the silence stretched between you, only being broken by the quiet sound of shared breaths.
another kiss, then another. without thinking, his arms lowered, not all at once. just enough for his fingertips to settle against your waist, you smiled, he immediately noticed āā¦donātā .
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āhey babe, do you think we're married in every universe?ā
the question isn't shocking coming from satoru. every time the two of you finally have the luxury of laying together in bed without anyone forcing satoru to a meeting or a mission and you two just get to enjoy each other's presence, he does this. that, and he tends to ask silly questions like that nearly every dayā almost hourly. however, this time, it peaks your interest.
you look up from your book and stare at him for a few seconds, feeling the suspense build up as you think of your answer, then you give him a look that screams āwhatever i'm about to tell you is going to upset you but i'll say it anywaysā before finally opening your mouth to speak.
ādo you really wanna know?ā you wince, awaiting his answer.
satoru looks intrigued, like he didn't think you'd actually take this seriously, nor that you'd look so hesitant about answering or even really think about it. he genuinely thought you'd just say āyeahā and return to reading whatever āstarted-as-a-wattpad-storyā novel you're interested in now.
he sits up in your shared king-sized bed and shifts to face you, his bright blue eyes glaring down at you.
ā...why are you making it sound so ominous?ā
you can't help but realize how pretty he looks when he's slightly distressed. the way his eyes narrowed the same way they do when yuji turns in an assignment and his handwriting is illegible. his brows knit together like he'd just heard one of the elders suggests something stupid, and his lips are pursed together in the way he does whenever he's trying to keep himself from making a dick joke to nanami. all of that paired with the soft glow of the bedside table lamp behind him really makes him look ethereal.
you're snapped out of your thoughts when satoru speaks up again.
ādo you think we're married in every universe, yes or no?ā he repeats his earlier question, his fear of what you might say growing by the second.
it's almost comical how serious he's taking this question, but that's something you'd never say out loud, no matter how often you thought it.
ā...honestly? no.ā you shut your eyes tight, ready for him to start crying and whining about how you don't love him anymore and that this basically means you want a divorce.
but he doesn't. he stays silent.
when you finally realize he's not overreacting or teasing or even joking like he normally would, your eyes flutter open.
he's still staring down at you, but this time with a look of betrayal and confusion, one that makes your heart clench in your chest.
āwhy don't you wanna be married in every lifetime?ā he mutters softly, his voice oddly vulnerable despite the situation.
it suddenly hits you how bad your statement must've sounded and you gasp.
āshit, 'toru, i didn't mean it like that!ā you exclaim as you sit up straight in the bed and grab his hand.
he doesn't pull away, but he doesn't hold you either.
āokay, well then, what did you mean?ā he asks, his voice is slightly shaky and he looks genuinely nervous.
if you told anyone that satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, was scared over a two-am āwould you still love me if i was a wormā type of question, they'd laugh in your face and call you psychotic and delusional. but this is real. he's genuinely afraid that you're going to dump him over this.
you take a deep breath before explaining.
āi just meant, there's an alternate universe for everything. like, there's one where we're married, so this one, but then there's also one where we're enemies, or we're siblings, or you're my teacher, or even one where we never meet!ā
satoru's eyes seem to soften as you explain yourself, but the hurt doesn't completely vanish.
āokay, well at least she wasn't saying that to hurt me or imply that she thinks our love is weak.ā he thinks to himself.
you see the sliver of sadness still lingering in the hues of his dark blue pupils and you continue speaking.
ābut doesn't that just make the love we have that much more special? like, really, there's all those universes where things happen differently, but we were lucky enough to end up in the one where we're together. isn't that amazing? that's basically fate pulling us together, y'know.ā you intertwine your fingers with his and he smiles.
he laces his fingers between yours as well, finally holding your hand back and gives your palm a light squeeze.
āi guess you're rightāā he pauses to flick your forehead with his free hand, pulling a hushed āouch!ā out of you.
āābut don't ever scare me like that again. you'll give me whiplash.ā
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traps fairy!reader in a jar... now you're his greatest obsession.
šš°. nerdjo Ā· yandere themes Ā· experimentation ( not on reader ) Ā· creepy satoru Ā· oddly fluffy Ā· stockholm syndrome Ā· worship Ā· slight idolisation Ā· satoru's so whipped it's kinda cute
Ā š Ā· yandere researcher!nerdjo loved picking apart magical beings. figuring out how they work. how he could use their supernatural capabilities in alchemy and artifice trades alike. he's got magical body parts stuffed in jars and rowed on his shelves. from unicorn horns to vampire teeth, dragon eyes and goblin hands. but above all, he's been awed by the mythical, elusive fairy. he's got an entire taxidermy wall of butterfly wings in dedication to them.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo has been obsessed with fairies from a young age. from fairytales to frightening fascination, he's now driven himself mad trying to capture one. he'd honed all of his skills, yet still couldn't get his hands on oneā¦ until you came along.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo knew that he needed to have you the second he saw you. prancing around the flowers in his garden, pretty and as peaceful as you could be. you even gave him a little smile from your hiding spot. he pretended not to see you, even as his chest fluttered. but in his eyes? you were perfect.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo was surprised that the sweet treat on a mushroom top trick worked.
"well, aren't you the prettiest little thing?" he cooed on that fateful day he trapped your wing under his thumb. while you squirmed in the thick blades of grass.
his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.
hearts.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after allā¦
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.
"please."
your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."
he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.
"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.
you bit him.
he smiled.
"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.
"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.
he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungsā¦"
he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.
he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.
"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.
he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.
"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"
satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.
"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"
the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"
"you're insaneā¦" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.
"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.
"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.
and when you didn't respond, he blew a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.
at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.
"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"
he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.
"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.
"don't cryā¦ please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.
you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.
"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.
"I need you here. with me. I'm just so lonely. please don't hate me."
Ā šĀ Ā Ā·Ā Ā yandereĀ researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.
he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"
scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dressā¦ would you like that?"
your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.
when you told him why you weptā because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.
"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."
pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.
"that's why you're so special to me."
you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.
"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yoursā¦"
his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.
"yours are pristine. delicateā¦ perfect."
his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.
with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.
"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.
"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."
cw : est. relationship, men who yearn, physical affection, slightly suggestive, pet names, high effort boyfriend, tattoos & piercings mentioned, not proofread, art f-tality0
ā Featuring alt!choso boy friend hc's !
alt!choso is a hopeless romantic first and foremost. If he finds something he likes, he wants to share it with you, which is why your wardrobe has almost doubled since getting with him.
He'll buy matching band shirts, necklaces, shirts he's outgrown, rings, everything he thinks you'd like he'll find a reason to give you.
alt!choso has a beautiful collection of jewelry for all of his various piercings; he'll let you hold him down & switch out each little piece for fun. Jokingly grumbling for you to at least match them.
He'll pretend he's annoyed until the moment you roll off him & hold one of his mirrors up to show the mismatched jewlery.
alt!choso surprises you with DIY gifts all the time. He took up pottery in his free time & makes you little trinketsāhe even surprised you with mini versions of yourselves for your birthday.
alt!choso is a very physically affectionate person; he'll walk up behind you and just press quick kisses into your shoulder while wrapping his arms around you.
He also loves when you toy with his hair & scratch at his scalp while cuddling.
alt!choso buys you posters of your favorite bands & gives them to you with your favorite candy each time he gives you one.
alt!choso lets you take the lead in bed; whether you're on top or not, whether it's rough or gentle, the pace, how long, everything's always up to you.
alt!choso loves it when you trace your fingers over his tattoos, humming in contentment at each soft touch & questions about each design scattered on his body.
He'll lie down & let you color in a few whenever you ask, as long as the markers are gentle on the skin.
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