Toruha

procrastinator master (18+)

[cringe--is--dead]

Steam and Steel Pt. 2

Hoshina x Barista!Reader/Kafka’s Little Sister!Reader

Pt. 1

The contact sat in your phone like an omen.

Hoshina Soshiro.

How did someone of that level and that importance just hand out their personal phone number? He had more important things to do— there was no doubt regarding that; the kaiju sightings were growing in frequency.

Maybe it had been out of courtesy?

Maybe he gave you the number of a receptionist or a secretary who worked on the base. If you texted or called, they'd likely level the importance, and if it wasn't that important, Hoshina may never know.

You'd been too scared to bring up the situation to your brother, both the harassment and his Vice-Captain possibly having given you his number.

"Who are you texting?" Aoi's voice startled you, and you hurried to turn your screen off, shoving your phone into your pocket.

You met their gaze, no doubt looking more suspicious than before. Aoi raised an eyebrow, "I don't care if you're on your phone, we're pretty dead right now."

"Right. Yeah." You rubbed the back of your neck, fighting the urge to pull your phone back out— it wasn't like you had been planning to actually text him.

Aoi looked more interested, curiosity clear in their eyes, "So— who were you texting? A boyfriend? A girlfriend?"

"I wasn't texting anyone, I," You huffed, annoyed by the level of frustration you felt for a situation you created in your head, and you moved to grab a rag, wiping down the already spotless counter, "I was just thinking."

"Okay," Aoi stepped closer, arms crossed, "Thinking about what? You looked pretty pensive."

You glanced at them, weighing the idea of telling them what was on your mind. Aoi was a good worker, and while you two weren't quite outside-of-work friends yet, you could foresee that happening in the future. They were calm yet fun, though a bit too nosy. So far they seemed good at keeping their mouth shut. The bigger issue was— would they even believe you? Who would believe that Vice-Captain Hoshina of the third division just gave you his number?

Still.

Your phone felt like it weighed a ton in your pocket.

"You can't tell anyone, okay?" They perked up, and you turned, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over your chest, "I doubt you'll fully believe me but…"

"I'm all ears!"

"The other night, when I was working a late solo shift, there were some recruits from the third division base. One started asking for my number and just wouldn't back off. I was freaking out 'cause I wasn't sure what to do."

"Did you text your brother?"

That option hadn't even crossed your mind, and in hindsight, it made you feel a bit dumb, "No, I," You felt like a fangirl trying to recount the story in a believable way, "Vice-Captain Hoshina was here, and he ended up stepping in. He freaked the recruits out, and they turned tail and left."

Aoi looked nearly starstruck, "Holy shit— you met Vice-Captain Hoshina?"

You nodded, unsure if you should continue but— "He, uh, he gave me his phone number? Or at least I think he did."

"You- he- what? He gave you his number? Wait- what do you mean you think?"

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, you rubbed your arms, avoiding eye contact with a shrug, "He said if there are any other recruits who give me problems to text him."

They looked as if they were nearly swooning on the spot, "Oh my— that's so hot."

"Aoi!" You smacked their arm lightly, "What if he gave me a fake number? Or like… some random recruit's number?"

"Why would he do that?" Aoi was chuckling some, trying to stop your flailing hands, "He straight up told you why he was giving you his number, plus it'd be super easy to catch that lie."

"Yeah, but like," You were too embarrassed to confess that you'd been thinking about texting him a thank you text for the other night, and offer a free coffee as well.

"Look— if you think it's a fake number, don't text it. But I don't think it's fake," Aoi smiled, patting your shoulder, "I may not know him, but I doubt anyone that high up would be an asshole. Worst case scenario, show your brother and see if he can confirm if it's fake or not."

"I'm not involving him in this! That's embarrassing!"

Aoi shrugged, "Then weigh your other options. I'm off now, enjoy your late-ass shift!"

"Thanks Aoi," You rolled your eyes as they went back to grab their stuff and clock out, waving a quick goodbye as they headed out of the cafe.

The cafe was nearly empty now, only two college students seated at a table, poring over notes and their laptops. Despite the quiet music playing it was rather quiet. You had roughly two hours before the overnight barista came in. With little to do, you tried to pick up any and all tiny tasks to avoid thinking about your phone or Hoshina.

The first hour dragged on slowly, and you swear you'd never seen the cafe cleaner or more restocked. You'd done every little task you could think of, and you were tempted to just rewash the dishes again.

The door opened, the little bells jingling as two guys wandered in, one rubbing his face, the other yawning as they entered. They walked up to the counter, were quick to order, and you watched as they made their way to one of the tables near the window. You prepared their drinks, and despite it not being what you normally did, you walked their drinks over to them.

They thanked you, one of them catching your attention before you turned to leave.

"Hey— is this cafe really open all day?"

You nodded, "Yup. We're open twenty-four hours. Being as close to the base as we are, we get defense force members in here at like two in the morning."

The other one was on his phone, nodding along as you spoke, "Told you, dude."

With a quick smile, you headed back to your spot behind the counter. You didn't always mind talking to the customers, but for some reason you felt on edge with those two. You could only hope it was a random spike of anxiety, leftover from the other night.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and you found yourself staring off into space, mind wandering back to your phone. The bell rang once more, and your thoughts were broken up. Two more guys walked in, far louder than the others. They seemed to know the other guys, making a beeline for the window table.

The quiet chatter between the four quickly became full-volume conversations that began bordering on yelling. The college students looked annoyed, casting quick glares at the group of four.

Why had your anxiety been right?

With a huff, you plastered a smile on your face, making your way to the newly formed group of four, "Good evening, I—"

Before you could finish your script of asking them to quiet down, one of the newer two looked at you, "Do you serve anything stronger than coffee? Whiskery or something like that?"

"Uh, no. We only serve coffee and tea," His nose wrinkled up, an almost sneer-like expression on his face.

"You should get some good shit here, coffee's not always strong enough. Especially after raise and shit. I mean c'mon, you all stay open for twenty-four hours for us, and you can't even serve the good stuff?"

"I'll pass the suggestion up the ladder," Your voice lost the soft edge you fought to keep, words snarkier, "I also have to ask you four to keep it down, this is a cafe, not a bar. If you're unable to keep it down, I'll have to ask you all to leave."

The main guy started laughing, rolling his eyes, "Cute. We're paying customers, you can't ask us to leave," The others chuckling alongside.

Stay professional. "I can if I have to. We have standards, and one of those is we ask all patrons to use inside voices when they're, you know, inside."

The other new guy leaned across the table, "What are you planning on doing about it? Not like you can throw us out of here yourself."

You bristled at his comment, picking up on the underlying threat. Assuming they were all recruits from the third division, even just one would outclass you with strength. But four of them? What were you supposed to do?

"Here, if any other recruits give you an issue, you can message me."

You could text him.

The thought had your spine straightening, and you walked back behind the counter without a word. The four laughed, as if you were retreating from the battle. Behind the counter, you took your phone out— the contact still open from earlier— your finger hovering over the message icon.

Was this what he meant? Was it weird? What would you even say?

You heard the sound of glass shattering and a few startled yelps, and when you looked up, one of the cafe's mugs was shattered on the ground near their table. The four looked sheepish for a few seconds before they began laughing again.

"Hey! Come clean this up!"

You'd rather face a small level of embarrassment from texting who you assumed would be Hoshina before you continued to deal with these four.

Breath caught in your chest, you typed quickly, trying to give no room for hesitation.

Hey, not sure if you remember me but I'm the barista from The Hideout. You said to message you if any recruits gave me trouble, and I have a few in here being nasty. Could you help?

You sent it before you could stop yourself, slamming your phone onto the counter face down.

"Hey— broken glass is dangerous! Come clean this up!"

God, what was the hiring process at the base?

You moved, grabbing the broom and the dust pan from the back, and made your way over. You swept the mug shards in silence, ignoring their sharp laughter and loud conversation as they did nothing to move or apologize.

Once the sharps were cleaned and the floor spotless, you made your way back, dumping the shards into a separate bag to toss later. You watched as the two college students packed in a hurry, their concentration clearly broken as they scurried off into the night. The group of four seemed to take that as permission to become louder, as if they had been holding back earlier.

Against your better judgment, you checked your phone. No new messages, but your text had been left on read. Great, you felt dumber as the seconds ticked by and the group got louder and louder. You knew you were in the right to kick them out but they made you feel far too tense and uncomfortable.

Another bell chimed, and for a moment, your nerves felt frayed enough to snap. Not another—

"Oh shit."

"Vice-Captain!"

"Two of the men stood up, chairs nearly knocked over in their hurry, whereas the first two remained seated, looking almost confused. So only two of them were in the defense force, not all of them.

"You know," Hoshina's voice was calm as he spoke, arms crossed as he looked at the two members with a bored expression, "How you act in public reflects on our entire base, right?"

"Uh, yes?"

He raised an eyebrow, and the guy stumbled over his words to correct himself, "Yessir!"

Hoshina hummed, tilting his head slightly, "So tell me why you decided to reflect our entire base by being rude to this worker."

The two looked at each other, and their friends looked more and more uncomfortable from where they were seated. You watched from behind the counter, unsure of what you were supposed to do— if anything.

"I— we're sorry, sir. We were just, uh," The taller of the two glanced back at their seated friends, panic clear on his face.

"Just what?" Hoshina stepped forward, and the two stepped back, bumping into their chairs as they did so, "I'd like to think the defense members know not to cause scenes like this in public, especially for no reason."

"We're sorry, sir."

"It won't happen again."

Hoshina hummed, "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

They turned around to look at you, surprise on their faces as if they'd forgotten where they were. You swallowed— honestly you were fine without an apology, you just wanted them to leave. Your gaze flickered to Hoshina, who was now watching you. His posture looked less tense, and the look on his face was almost softer.

"We're sorry about our behavior."

"And I apologize for breaking the mug."

The pair bowed, and Hoshina looked at them almost incredulously, "You broke a mug too?"

They stood up, clearly ready to stammer another apology, but he cut them off, holding his hand up with a sigh, "If you all are done, I'd think it's best you leave. Your friends as well, but don't think that this topic is being dropped. I'm sure your squad leaders will be very interested in hearing about this behavior."

You could see the tension as they cleared their stuff, awkwardly dropping off the still intact cups before leaving, metaphorical tails between their legs. Hoshina stood at the door, watching them leave, and after a beat, he turned, making strides and walking over to you.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh, yes. Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled, all tension bleeding out as he shoved his hands into his pockets, "That's good! I was worried you weren't ever going to text me!"

"I-I didn't think you'd actually show up," Part of you felt like admitting that was saying something about him, but what else were you supposed to say?

He leveled you with a look, eyes open fully as he processed your statement, "I did tell you to message me if anyone from the base was giving you trouble," He frowned after that, huffing lightly, "I was hoping you'd text me in general, though."

a/n: there's no set schedule for this au cause this is WAY less planned out than my Narumi x reader one... as in I have these two chapters plotted and nothing else :D

[mizukamiyaseiryu]

hearts from murim dudes (ft. two silla men) pt.1 (?)

(will i ever finish part 2? who knows...)

[spideytetsu]

him saying “i missed you” when hugging you from behind and digging his hard on into you

[0peachybaby0]

Toby doing this,,,,

Coming back from a long, arduous mission. You’ve been sending him pics, and he only every gets a sliver of a chance to look at them before having to put his phone away and go back to hunting or whatever he’s up to with Brian and Tim.

The door opens, it’s 10pm, poor fucker’s covered in blood, you’re in the kitchen in a pretty little night slip just having a hunch he’d be back,,, and then he sees you.

It’s as if the exhaustion leaves his body, and all he can do is focus on your legs, and how high that slip is - juuuuust below your ass.

He kicks his boots off, barely able to take his eyes off you, grin wider than the scar on his cheek.

He wraps his arms around you, tucking his chin into the curve of your neck, sniffing deeply before pressing his hard on into you, only growing harder.

You can easily feel it, biting your lower lip and humming, turning your head into his.

“Missed you, p—pretty girl” he mumbles softly before wrapping his big arms around you, covering your arms and back in blood.

You don’t mind - your man is back, and there’s a warm bed just up the stairs waiting for you both 😮‍💨🤚🏻

[lostuzumaki]

Luffy reincarnated to past AU

Part42

Part1 ... Part41 Part42 Part43

[whatdoseitmeantobehuman]

Lens of survival part 5 small steps forward

The morning kitchen had become your domain. There was something peaceful about being up before dawn, watching the sun rise through the facility's windows while the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air. Today's breakfast spread was becoming your signature: fluffy pancakes (Jett's weakness), crispy bacon (Phoenix wouldn't shut up without it), fresh fruit (Sage and Viper's preference), breakfast burritos (Reyna insisted everyone needed proper protein), strong Turkish coffee (Fade wouldn't function without it), and a variety of other dishes that catered to everyone's morning cravings.

"Something smells amazing," Killjoy announced, bouncing into the kitchen first as usual. Her hair was still messy from sleep, robot parts clutched in one hand. "Oh! You made Brötchen!" You smiled, sliding the basket of fresh German rolls toward her. "With extra seeds, just how you like them." The others began filtering in, drawn by the aromas and chatter. Reyna immediately began fussing over portions, insisting everyone take more than they initially served themselves. Harbor praised your masala dosa while Gekko inhaled his breakfast tacos. Even Omen lurked in his corner, occasionally reaching for more food when he thought no one was looking.

"So," Raze said through a mouthful of pancakes, "we're thinking of having a girls' day out this weekend." You froze, spatula hovering over the griddle. "Shopping, lunch, maybe some spa time," Killjoy added excitedly. "You should come!" Your hands started trembling slightly. The outside world. Public spaces. Crowds. The last time you'd gone shopping in your world, he'd had cameras following your every move, drones disguised as security bots tracking each step... A gentle hand touched your shoulder. Sage.

"We noticed you haven't left the facility since arriving," she said softly. "I... I can't," you whispered. "He always found me when I went out. Always." "Not here," Reyna said firmly, purple eyes fierce with protection. "No one touches what's ours." "And we'll be with you the whole time," Jett added, zipping over to steal another pancake. "All of us girls together!" "Plus some invisible backup," came Cypher's quiet voice from the doorway. He'd been watching the exchange, reading your fear. "If you wish to go, several of us can maintain a discrete perimeter. Not to control," he added quickly, seeing your expression, "but to support." "Yeah!" Gekko chimed in. "Like your personal security team! Super stealth mode!"

"I believe the term is 'guardian angels,'" Chamber added smoothly, adjusting his collar. "Though perhaps with more firepower." You looked around at their faces - the women's excitement, the men's quiet determination to help you reclaim this piece of normalcy. This wasn't the suffocating protection of your world. This was family looking out for their own. "Okay," you said softly, then stronger: "Okay. Yes. I'd like that." Raze whooped, nearly knocking over her orange juice. "Shopping spree!" "First stop, proper clothes," Killjoy declared, eyeing your facility-issued basics. "You need something that says 'you.'" "Then lunch at this amazing Vietnamese place I know," Jett added. "And perhaps," Fade suggested with a knowing smile, "a stop at that Moroccan spice market downtown? For... culinary purposes, of course."

You caught Cypher shifting slightly at that, and had to hide your own smile. His sweet tooth was becoming an open secret. "We'll set up a rotation," Sova said, already in tactical mode. "Different vantage points, regular check-ins..." "Without being obvious about it," Yoru cut in gruffly. "We're not trying to scare her more." The planning continued over breakfast, agents talking over each other with suggestions and ideas. You moved around the kitchen, refilling plates and coffee cups, letting their voices wash over you. The fear was still there, but it was different now - manageable, shared.

"Hey," Brimstone called out as the meal wound down. "Whatever happens Saturday, just remember - you've got an army behind you now. Literally." "And in front of you, and beside you," Astra added with a wink. "The stars align in your favor, little light." You looked at the chaos of breakfast dishes, the mix of languages and laughter filling the room, the way even the most hardened agents had softened around the edges over shared meals. "Thank you," you said, not just for the upcoming trip, but for everything. For giving you space to heal. For letting you feed them. For showing you what safety really meant. Cypher caught your eye from across the room and gave a slight nod. You knew he'd be watching Saturday, not through cameras and drones, but in person, ready to step in if needed. Not because he owned you, but because he - all of them - cared.

"Now," Reyna declared, breaking the moment, "who wants seconds? You're all too skinny!" And just like that, the normal breakfast chaos resumed. But something had shifted. A door had opened - not just to the outside world, but to healing. To trust. To freedom. You started gathering ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast, already planning something special. One meal at a time, one step at a time, you were finding your way home.

[enjinsdoll]

enjin leaned back against the cold concrete wall, one knee bent, fingers lazy around the blunt as the ember glowed in the dim light. smoke curled around his face, catching on the sharp edge of his grin. he looked unfairly good when he’s relaxed, dangerous in a quieter way.

“ya sure you can handle it?” he asked, rough with amusement.

you rolled your eyes and took a small drag when he handed it over. the smoke burned your throat more than you expected, and you coughed, swatting at his arm while he laughed quietly under his breath.

“told ya,” he murmured.

the second hit was easier and warmer. the edges of everything softened, including him. or maybe you just stopped pretending you weren’t staring at his mouth. his golden eyes glinted amused when he noticed.

enjin took the blunt back, inhaled slow and deep, holding the smoke in his lungs as his eyes locked onto yours. something shifted in them. he leaned forward before you could ask what he was doing.

“open,” he said quietly.

your breath caught, but you did. his hand slid to the back of your neck firmly and he pressed his mouth to yours. the smoke spilled from him into you in a slow exhale, filling your lungs with heat and something that felt far too intimate to be just air.

it made your head spin.

you barely had time to breathe before your hands fisted into his shirt and pulled him back in. the kiss lost its careful edge almost immediately. it turned wet, messy, hungry. smoke still lingered between you, sweet and thick as his tongue traced your bottom lip, demanding entry.

“damn,” he muttered against your mouth, as if you were the one who started it.

you tasted weed and something that was just him. he was more addictive than the weed. his fingers tightened at your waist when you shifted into his lap without thinking, your bodies fitting together too easily. another kiss followed – slower this time, but no less deep. his thumb brushed your jaw, grounding you while the world tilted pleasantly.

“y’re trouble,” he murmured, lips still ghosting over yours… but he kissed you again anyway.

[tamsyandenjinsslutt]

GACHIAKUTA MEN NSFW HEADCANNONS

Includes -> Enjin, Jabber Wonger, Follo Tunito, Bro Santa, August Stilza, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines.

CW -> Brat taming, size difference, pain play, bdsm, praise, body worship, breeding, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, chubby f!reader(not a cw but yeah), dacryphillia.

WC -> 632

Enjin -> Brat taming and size difference, oral (f! receiving. He enjoys having a bratty and bossy girl, but he loves watching the attitude in you fall apart while he fucks you. He likes when you talk back and challenge him teasingly in bed—knowing in seconds you'll be on your hands and knees begging for more of him. Enjin also enjoys being much bigger than you, the idea of his cock being too big for you and watching your tummy bulge when he's burried to the hilt turns him on more than it should. He's also a complete munch, and loves eating you out. It's like a daily ritual for him—waking you up by eating you out. After a long mission? His face is burried between your legs. After dinner? He needs his dessert (you).

Jabber Wonger -> Pain play and sadism/masochism. He's a switch and enjoys being a dominant and submissive—but he's really a masochist and likes pain whether it's biting, slapping, or being edged till it hurts. Jabber prefers you to be the one inflicting the pain on him, but he wouldn't mind the roles being reversed either. He's also curious and willing to try almost anything.

Follo Tunito -> He's honestly really vanilla, enjoying praise and body worship. Follo likes when you praise how good he feels, and wants to worship every part of your body from head to toe. He's overall gentle in bed, and never rough, prefering slow, intimate love making, over rough sex—prioritizing your pleasure over his.

Bro Santa -> Breeding. He loves the idea of cumming deep inside you, and planting his seed inside your womb, staking his claim on you. Watching your tummy grow swollen while your body fills in perfectly is like seeing heaven to him. Bro not only finds it attractuce and alluring, but he finds you utterly magical and brilliant—and that also turns him on even more.

August Stilza -> Aphrodasics, lingere and thick/chubby women. He loves eating special chocolates with you, that warm, fuzzy almost dizzy feeling is like a drug to him. He already acts a fool, so imagine him eating some aphrodisiacs—he's acting even crazier but red faced and needier. August also loves watching you in lingere he made specifically for you, especially if you have soft, plushy curves. When he's fucking you and pushing your legs back, watching your tummy squish makes him love you even more.

Gris Rubion -> Size difference, praise + he's a total ass guy and struggles to hide it. When you walk he can't help but stare at your ass and the way yor hips sway when you walk, he honestly feels terrible about it, but he cant help it. He also loves curves. Gris loves being bigger than you in every way, watching you struggle to take his cock. He'll whisper quiet praises after every little inch you take.

Tamsy Caines -> BDSM, dacryphillia. Oh he's sadistic, and a very teasing dom. He loves the idea of being in charge of you, and telling you what to do. He loves dictating what you do in bed but also likes when you get a little bratty—not minding being a brat tamer as well. Tamsy would tie you up, and tease you for hours, not letting you cum until he says so. He'd punish you when you don't listen as well, but definitely has a safe word for you to use. BDSM isn't just for his sexual relationship with you but also makes it's way into your everyday relationship (consensually. Please dont take that the wrong way lol 😭) Tamsy loves when you get so overstimulated, you cry, watching the tears roll down your face with a lecherous expression—teasing you mockingly, "Aw, too much for you sweetheart?"

· ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── ·

Guess who's my favorite, level extremely easy. 🥹🙏 This took to much brain power for me ugh. 😭

Anyway, thanks for reading! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated and my requests are open !

[tamsyandenjinsslutt]

Over 800 notes omg 🥹 i think this is the most ive ever got

[spookjoz]

𝟏𝟖+.

okay so i have this agenda/personal headcanon that enjin’s dick is actually extremely sensitive. like, he feels soooo much pleasure in it that it’s like fighting for his life not to cum too quick, especially during sloppy toppy and doggy (the deep penetration, the view of your ass clapping back on him, the sense of power and control of the position—yeah he’s a goner.)

and his tip is the most sensitive, his number one sweet spot being the underside of it. lick it, kiss it, fuck, even just touch it and his whole body is twitching to an embarrassing degree. he can’t even form complete sentences when you focus your attention to his head.

like ofc he gets pussy drunk, but because he’s so sensitive he also gets hand drunk, mouth drunk, thigh drunk, feet drunk even (c’mon we know he’d wanna try a foot job at least once), likeeeeee he’s just so sensitive that it’s hot and cute.

and the amount of self discipline and training he had to put in just to be able to fuck you to orgasm before completely busting himself first? too much. way too much. ugh men with sensitive dicks are actually my weakness.

is it acceptable to spread agendas here? bcs imma be doing a lot of that with my next few fics lmaooo

[lizardboiii]

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

꒰ synopsis: Spin the bottle ends better than you expected♡

"Seven minutes in heaven, I hope in the end that I'm not a virgin" -Mindless Self Indulgence

│cw: NSFW, 18+, vaginal fingering, handjobs, oral (giving), grinding, forced proximity, public sex (technically), afab!reader/fem!reader, reader is lowkey a gooner

│ft: Enjin, Gris, Zanka (separately)

│wc: Enjin: 1.4k, Gris: 1.6k, Zanka: 1.2k

│notes: intro is the same for all, each boy's story is not connected and can be read separately, ZANKA IS AGED UP TO 18!

│AO3 Link!

│INTRO

You’ve made your fair share of stupid decisions throughout the years. But this one? This one certainly takes the cake.

With Rudo’s “Welcome to the Ground” party dying down for the night, Enjin took it upon himself to liven up the room again. 

Seven Minutes In Heaven.

Flashbacks from middle school made you visibly shudder. You never found the game fun. It always ended in a closet filled with awkward glances and uncomfortable silence. 

You groaned to yourself. You’d rather watch paint dry than sit quietly next to someone for 7 minutes.

Though you tried to sneak away, a surprisingly willing, Semiu stopped you at the door. She threw you a knowing smirk and guided you back to the growing circle.

“You aren't getting out of this one that easily, Y/n. You’ve been specifically requested for.”

Frowning at her words, you reluctantly sat down next to her, “With this sausage fest of a party I’m not surprised.” You rested your head on her shoulder, “How the hell did they rope you into this?”

Semiu shrugged against you, “Who knows, maybe I couldn't pass up the thought of something interesting happening tonight.”

Your eyebrows creased at Semiu’s tone. It didn't seem like she just thought something was going to happen. No - she sounded far too confident something would.

Before you could question her antics, you flinched when a glass beer bottle was tossed into your lap. Looking up, you met Enjin’s gaze with confusion. 

The blonde man smirked, “Ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes, “Such a gentleman.”

The crowd surrounding you laughed, hooting and hollering for you to spin the empty bottle. You pressed your lips into a thin line. Your stomach was already starting to fill with anxious knots.

“What are you waitin’ for Y/n,” Zanka’s voice called from the other side of the circle, “You chicken?”

You flushed, “Hell no, Stick Boy!” 

You snatched the bottle from your lap and placed it in the center of the circle. With a single flick of your wrist, the bottle began to spin rapidly. 

The crowd roared in anticipation. Their teasing remarks continued to cut through the air even as the bottle's rotation slowed.

You could only hold your breath as the cheap beer came to a halt. Slowly, your eyes trailed the long neck of the bottle.

You felt your heart leap out of your chest. It was just your luck.

The bottle had landed on...

│ENJIN

It was a tight fit.

Though he was lean, Enjin’s tall frame took up the majority of the closet space. His firm chest pressed further into your back each time one of you shifted. 

It made you nervous.

But not in a “giving a public speech” kind of way. You were nervous in a “there's a 6’3 tatted up blonde bombshell pressed up against my back” kind of way. Not to mention the “I’ve been picturing this exact position every time I get off” guilt that began to creep its way into your head.

Awkwardly shuffling your feet, you flinched when you accidentally grinded against him. Quickly pulling away, you glanced at him over your shoulder and muttered a soft apology. Though in all honesty, you wondered if you could get away with another “accident”.

“It’s alright, but…” 

Enjin’s large hands pressed against the door on either side of your head, boxing you in from behind. You did your best to ignore the sudden movement. Forcing the thought “naked grandma” repeatedly to cleanse your impure imagination.

As if sensing your plan, Enjin lowered his head into the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Do you really wanna’ just stand here in silence the whole time?”

Your heart pounded in your chest. Of course you didn't want to just stand in silence. If you had it your way you’d already be humping his leg. But could you really say that out loud to your team leader without having a restraining order placed on you?

You swallowed thickly, “Can’t say I’m opposed to it.”

Enjin chuckled against your shoulder. Removing his right hand from the door, he trailed his fingers down your waist to your hip bone, “It’s called Seven Minutes In Heaven not Seven Minutes In Boredom.”

“I hate to break it to ya’ Enjin but that’s usually how this game goes.”

You rested your head against the door. Enjin’s close proximity was really starting to test your self-control. Maybe if you concentrated hard enough you could block out Enjin’s strong grip on your hip.

“Pshh, that’s no fun.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.

Sighing, you crossed your arms, “Well, what did you have in mind?”

“How about a bet?”

You jolted at Enjin’s quick response, “A bet?” Though you couldn’t see his face, you still eyed his hand suspiciously, "What kind of bet?”

Enjin hummed, “Any.”

“Any?” You let out a dry laugh, “Are you that confident you're going to win?”

“Without a doubt.”

Stunned by his confidence, you smirked internally. Any bet you want, huh? That means he wouldn’t mind if you played a little dirty, right?

“Alright I’ll bite.” You did your best to look back at Enjin, twisting uncomfortably at the waist, “As long as the prize is a “Freebie Card”.”

A “Freebie Card” was something Riyo made up a few years back. Each person had their own cards they could give to another Cleaner. 

As long as you had another person’s “Freebie Card” you could ask them to do whatever you wanted - no questions asked. It was Heaven sent when it came to passing off shitty jobs.

Enjin grinned, “Deal.”

Sucker.

You gave him your own award winning smile, “I bet you won’t offer the Boss a handy the next time you see him.”

Enjin chuckled against you, deep and throaty, “You playin’ dirty, Y/n?” Suddenly his cheeky grin morphed into a sly smirk, “That’s alright, I can too.”

You felt your stomach begin to knot at his tone. Something in you seemed to know you made a grave mistake.

“There’s only 5 minutes left,” Enjin lowered himself back into your ear, “I bet I could make you finish in 3.” 

Your brain short circuited. For a second you thought you went crazy, because there was absolutely no way the Enjin just said what you thought he said.

You blinked at him slowly, “Like finish finish?”

Enjin’s smirk never left his face, "Switched from playing dirty to dumb? I didn't take you for a coward, Y/n.”

Quickly regaining composure, you tried to play off your initial shock, “Nah, just surprised you actually had the balls to ask.”

A total lie. 

Enjin always dripped with confidence, you’d be more shocked if he wasn't a sweet talker. But you knew better than to stoke his ego. You’d rather stroke his-

“I like your confidence.” Abruptly, your jeans were skillfully unzipped, “But let's see how long it will last, brat.”

You quickly spun your upper body back around, watching Enjin’s hand lower into your pants. His thick fingers teased the hem of your panties before his black nails disappeared under the lace.

The outline of his hand stretched the thin fabric. It made your knees weak. You always noticed how massive the blonde’s hands were. Been dreaming how they’d feel against your skin. 

You weren't disappointed.

Enjin slipped his thumb and ring finger into your folds, spreading you wide. You shuddered at the action. Grabbing Enjin’s arm for support, you waited with bated breath for his next move. 

Enjin didn’t make you wait long. His lengthy fingers found your exposed clit easily. They circled your bud slowly, dragging a muted gasp from you. 

Enjin hugged you closer from behind, chuckling in your ear, "Whining already? You're making this too easy.” 

You sneered, “Fat chance. I can barely even feel it.”

He leaned into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses, “Really?”

Immediately, Enjin flicked up on your clit, drawing another muffled moan from your lips. You threw your head back on to his shoulder, your legs already shaking from his ruthless stimulation. 

“Doesn’t really look like it.”

You ignored his taunting, attempting to think of anything else to distract yourself from cuming too quickly. But Enjin never played fair. As his fingers drifted closer to your dripping entrance, his lips spilled every sinful thought he could conjure. 

“I love the way you twitch under my fingers.”

“You feel so soft.”

“I bet I could fuck you right now with how wet you are.”

Enjin’s large fingers pressed firmly into your weeping hole. They stretched and rubbed the tight muscle gently, working you open. While his fingers fucked you beyond oblivion, his thumb moved to continue his abuse on your neglected clit.

Your grip on Enjin tightened as your hips jerked involuntarily. His fingers were too damn big. They filled you up more than your own, reaching spots you normally couldn't. 

Then, he hit it. The spot deep in your core that made you see stars. If you weren't practically humping his fingers before you definitely were now.

Enjin noticed your response immediately. His lips pulled into a large grin against your neck as he zeroed in on your g-spot, “Feels good huh, baby.”

You couldn't form a response. Your mouth was already full of sultry whines and desperate pleas. You could only hold your hand to your mouth and hope the others outside of the door couldn't hear you over the music.

“Not uh," Enjin pulled your grip from your mouth with his other hand, “If you wanna hide your slutty noises do it the proper way.” 

Roughly grabbing your jaw, he pulled you into a deep kiss. Enjin’s lips felt plush. They fit against your own like a lost puzzle piece. You effortlessly matched his rhythm, sliding your tongue against his.

Gradually, you moaned into his kiss as the pressure in your stomach began to tighten. His fingers refused to let up, scissoring and pumping your over-stimulated pussy. 

With one last pornstar moan, your eyes rolled as the cord in your stomach snapped. Your legs quivered weakly beneath you, threatening to give out. Enjin’s hold seemed to be the only thing keeping you standing. 

Suddenly, a loud knock at the door made you rip away from Enjin’s kiss.

“3 minutes left, lovebirds!”

You sighed in relief, at least they didn't hear you. Hopefully.

“Looks like it only took 2."

You flinched at Enjin's voice, "What?"

Removing his hand from your pussy, Enjin held out his sticky fingers in front of you face. He rubbed the clear substance together casually.

"You lose, pretty girl."

Your face flushed. You had almost forgotten the entire reason Enjin had been finger blasting you.

"Shit," You chewed on your lip as you glanced up at him through your lashes, "Freebies all yours, asshole. What do you want?"

Enjin's eyes darkened, "How about another 7 minutes?"

│GRIS

He was bigger than you realized. 

Though you interacted with Gris more than any other Supporter, you never really took into consideration just how massive he was.

He loomed over you in the small closet. Both of his forearms rested above your head just to make enough room for his tall figure. 

You awkwardly fiddled with your thumbs in between you, trying your best not to stare at his firm chest in front of you. It was strange. You normally had no issue talking to Gris. But with the way he was boxing you in, you were struggling just to keep the heat away from your cheeks. 

“Sorry, Y/n,” Gris laughed shyly above you, “This is pry not the most comfortable position.”

Craning your neck up, you offered him a gentle smile, “Says the guy who has to fold into himself just to fit in here.”

Gris chucked softly, “Can’t say I’m the smallest guy.”

You laughed and returned your gaze back down. Though, your eyes lingered on his pants for maybe a moment too long. They were fairly baggy, easily concealing what they needed too. But his height told you everything you needed to know. He definitely couldn't be small.

“A guy your size is probably packing in more ways than one-” You slapped your hand over your mouth. 

Abruptly, the closet felt ten times smaller. You could practically feel the crushing weight of the silence that answered your slip up. Shit. Gris definitely thought you were some pervert now.

Hiding your face in your hands, you immediately played damage control, “Oh God, I'm so sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Ya,” Gris rubbed the back of his neck, face cherry red, “I guess I am.”

Your eyes widened slightly in shock. The apology on your tongue was swiftly forgotten and buried. Instead, incoherent noises and mumbles cascaded out of your mouth as you tried to figure out what exactly just happened. 

Sweet and kind Gris, who was a father figure to most of the team, just admitted he was packing some serious heat. You didn't know what was worse. The fact you asked in the first place or the fact you now desperately wanted to see.

You sighed internally. Screw it. You were already in the dog house. Might as well test your luck. After all, Gris was an attractive man. You wouldn't mind getting a little more “personal” with your favorite Supporter. Especially if he was interested.

Swallowing thickly, you cautiously grazed your hand against his chest. Though the move was meant to be seductive, your hand visibly shook with nerves, "Shouldn't someone else… be the judge of that?”

Gris jolted against your light touch. His already red face somehow turned a shade darker. Clearing his throat, Gris removed one of his hands from the wall and placed it on top of your own hand in a tight grip. 

Tentatively, he guided your hand down his chest, allowing your hand to feel up the sculpt of his build. Though his move was bold, he avoided your stare in embarrassment.

You felt your lips tug into an involuntary smile. Taking Gris’ action as approval, you spread your fingers out wide in an attempt to feel more of him. You could feel him shudder under your touch. His toned stomach seemed to flex with every stroke of your nails. 

“We have seven minutes,” Gris finally met your gaze with blown pupils, “You can use all you need.”

Your heart slammed against your chest. A new wave of nervousness cleared out any confidence you had leftover. 

Gris really did want you too.

Chewing on your lip, you gently tried to push Gris closer to the back of the closet. He looked at you with confusion at first before his lean frame finally allowed you to press him into the wall. Though he didn’t move much, there was now enough room for you to comfortably kneel in front of him.

Starting to crouch, Gris suddenly caught your elbow in his rough grasp, “What are you doing?”

You smirked at his flustered face, “Judging?”

Sighing, Gris reluctantly removed his hold on you. But his eyes never left your own. They watched you like a hawk as you slowly lowered yourself onto your knees. He refused to miss a single moment of your delicate hands starting to unbutton his pants.

You tried to ignore the burning sensation of his stare. You felt a lot less confident under his darkened gaze than his sheepish one.

Pulling his fly open, you paused to take in the sight before you. Gris’ cock strained against his briefs. Half-hard and slightly leaking, it already looked far too intimidating. 

You warily stroked him through his briefs, feeling up the heat beneath the thin fabric. Gris hissed at the attention. His hands remained firmly clenched on the door behind you, forcing his body to curl over above you. 

“Shit- Y/n, wait-”

You ignored his strained plea, favoring to slide your finger up his shaft. His cock twitched under your touch as you finally curled your finger over the hem of his underwear. Gently, you pulled down the protective fabric. His thick length immediately sprung out from its confinement, bouncing slightly in front of your face.

Your jaw dropped at the sight. You knew he’d be big, but not to this extent. Would you even be able to fit it in your hand - let alone mouth?

Gris’ soft whine above you caused you to come back to Earth. Staring up at him, you cautiously reached for his bare length. It felt heavy in your hand. You could barely wrap your grasp around his girth. It made your stomach flip; though you weren't sure if it was from excitement or nervousness.

Locking eyes, you made a show of spitting on dick, slicking him up the best you could. Gris watched you with needy eyes. His lip was firmly planted in between his teeth as he suppressed another deep groan. 

Feeling emboldened, you kissed his tip softly, “I might need a closer look to judge properly.”

Grunting, Gris pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I think so too.”

Gris’ words made you take a deep breath before you continued. You started slowly, mildly stroking up and down his length. It was just enough to get his legs weak and mind foggy.

You watched him with curious eyes, adjusting your grip based on his reactions. You found his sweet spot quickly. He liked it when you tugged hard, squeezing his cock in a tight grip. His hips jerked wildly every time your thumb rubbed over his tip, massaging in dots of pre-cum. 

And when you had him right where you wanted him - breath quickened, core tightened, legs shaking - you pulled away.

Gris’ response was immediate. His low voice whined at the rejection, breaking at the end. 

You gave him an innocent smile, “Are you ready for my verdict now?”

Gris shook his head, “No.” Reaching down, he gently cupped your jaw and caressed your cheek with his thumb, “...I think you need to look a little closer.”

You felt your clit throb at the sight of him. His hair was a train wreck and his face was dusted in a dark shade of pink. You wondered if it was too late to just ask him to fuck you.

Biting back your own satisfaction, you allowed Gris to guide your face back to his hardened cock. You licked up his length at a teasing pace. Your lips purposely lingered on his tip so you could swirl your tongue around the pink flesh. 

Gris jerked against you. His hand slid from your jaw to the side of your head, clutching a fist full of your hair. You winced against his length. Gris’ grip strength was unreal - even when he was trying to hold it back.

Bobbing your head, you tried to take in as much Gris as you could. Your lips strained against his girth. It felt like trying to swallow a metal pipe. 

Breathing in through your nose, you did your best not to scrape your teeth against his sensitive flesh. While you used your hands to pleasure the remaining length your mouth couldn't accommodate.

As Gris’ cock began to twitch, you felt his grip suddenly shift on your hair. He pulled your head closer, roughly fucking your mouth. You clutched onto his hips for support. His brutal pace sent his tip plowing into the back of your throat.

You groaned against him. The already little air supply you had was seemingly completely cutoff. Eventually, Gris’ hips snapped one final time. Thick fluid spilled down your esophagus in short bursts as Gris growled out a moan.

You did your best to keep his cock comfortably sat in your mouth, allowing him to ride out his orgasm. But you could feel a few tear drops begin to stream down your face at the discomfort. 

Abruptly, Gris pulled himself from your mouth and squatted down. His large hands cupped your head as he whipped tears and spit from your face.

“I’m so sorry,” He kissed your temple softly, “I didn’t mean to be so rough with ya’.”

“S’alright,” You threw him a cheeky smile, “You were right though.”

Gris titled his head in confusion.

“You’re fucking huge.”

Gris’ face went up in flames as he hid his face in the palm of his hands, “Sorry.”

You could only laugh at his embarrassed form. He was too sweet for his own good.

“And Gris…”

He peaked through his fingers.

“You may wanna pull up your pants,” You pointed at the opening door, “Times up.”

│ZANKA

You just wanted to finish.

7 minutes alone with Zanka was practically torture. 

Why? 

Hell would freeze over before Zanka saw you as anything more than a friend. You were partners with him before Rudo took your place. Spent far too much time around his company than you liked to admit. It was no surprise your stupid heart began to form a small crush. 

You weren't mad when Zanka was assigned to Rudo. In reality, you were relieved you didn’t have to hide your feelings around him anymore. It felt like a weight had been taken off your shoulders.

But less time together didn’t stop Zanka from still seeing you as his closest confidant. 

Sitting on the floor with your back against the closet’s wall, Zanka rested his head comfortably on your shoulder. You did your best to calm your racing heart. But it was a difficult task when all you could focus on was how close Zanka’s face was to yours. 

“Are you even listening?”

You jumped at Zanka’s voice, “What?”

“Seriously?” He sat up straight, facing his head toward you, “What are ya’ nervous or something’?”

You huffed, “I spend every living moment with you, how could I be nervous?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Abruptly, Zanka poked your cheek with his finger. The action made you jump out of your skin, causing you to slam your head against the wall. The shit eating grin that appeared on Zanka’s face made you frown immediately. 

“You really are nervous.”

You rubbed the back of your head, “Am not.”

Zanka rolled his eyes, “Are so.”

Your eye twitched in irritation, “Never in a million years could you make me nervous.”

Except when he looks anywhere in your direction. Hell, anytime he breathes within your vicinity. 

“Oh really?”

Zanka’s teasing tone made you regret your statement immediately. You snapped your eyes in his direction, waiting for whatever idiotic plan he was conjuring up.

Then, Zanka moved his hand closer to yours. His slim fingers weeded themselves between your own, capturing your hand.

“So,” He rubbed a small circle into your skin with his thumb, “This doesn't make you nervous?”

Your pulse quickened as you stared down at your interlocked hands. His skin was smooth as porcelain yet rough from years of training with his Vital Instrument. You wondered how they’d feel in more intimate places.

Swallowing hard, you avoided his gaze, “No.”

“Then,” Zanka released your hand slowly, “How about this?”

He trailed his hand along your arm, caressing your skin up to your neck. Gently cupping your nape, he allowed the palm of his hand to rest below your hairline. The pressure he used was gentle but firm. It held your head in place, forcing you to look at him.

You took a sharp breath. Zanka’s eyes bore into your own, dissecting your every move. They made you hesitant to lie. Made you consider letting him win this round so you could crawl back into your hole and forget your feelings.

But pride was the only thing you had Zanka beat at.

“No,” You gave him your best smirk, “Not even a little.”

Zanka laughed softly but didn’t remove his hold. Instead, he leaned in closer, forcing his way further into your personal space. You tried to move your head back but Zanka’s hand was a quick reminder you weren't going anywhere.

Zanka noticed your movement instantly, “For some reason, I find that hard to believe.”

You scoffed, “Are you sure you're not the one nervous?”

It was tough talk for someone who was currently red up to their ears. But the room was dark and as far as Zanka knew, you were cool as a cucumber.

“No,” Zanka continued to move closer, “My heart’s beating so fast right now I’m scared it’ll beat right out of my chest.”

Your eyes widened at Zanka’s confession. You couldn't believe your ears. Were you hearing things? 

“I was really hoping…”

You had little time to dwindle on your state of hearing before Zanka almost closed the gap between you. 

“You felt the same way.”

Zanka’s lips crashed onto your own savagely. He cupped your face in both of his hands, deepening the kiss as much as he could.

You could only grasp onto his shirt tightly as he devoured your lips greedily. The kiss had you seeing stars. Your tongues danced together perfectly as he gently sucked your lips.

You whined into him, pulling him closer by his collar. Zanka easily complied. Without removing his touch, he hoisted you onto his lap. His large hands grabbed your thighs firmly, keeping them spread around his waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing him even closer. Zanka smiled into the kiss causing you to flush. 

Just how long had he been wanting this too?

Finally pulling away, you watched each other with heaving chests. You slid your hands down to his shoulders, nervously gnawing at the inside of your mouth, “I think I’m nervous now.”

Zanka chuckled lowly. The sound reverberated off the walls, sending a pang of need through your spine. 

“I’m glad.”

Adjusting your position on his lap, you flinched at the feeling of something hard. Immediately, Zanka’s face reddened. You had never seen him more mortified - other than the time Rudo flung shit at him.

“Sorry-”

Zanka grunted sharply as you rolled your hips against his. You met his stunned gaze with innocent eyes. You weren't really sure what you were doing. 

But one thing you knew for sure…

“Are you nervous, Zanka?”

You wanted to alleviate that pressure in his pants more than anything. 

Instantly, Zanka’s grip left your thighs and moved to your hips, “No.”

You shuddered against Zanka’s solid hold. His lean hands rolled your hips for you, grinding you against his already half-hard cock.

Though there were two layers of fabric between you, sparks of pleasure shot down your spine with every thrust. His thick length rubbed your clit just right. It was enough to get you shaking and panting on his lap in seconds.

Zanka easily captured your lips again as he continued to rock your body against his own. You could only grasp his shoulders tighter as you went along for the ride. 

Just as you started to get comfortable, Zanka suddenly flipped you to the floor, pinning you beneath him. He threw your leg over his shoulder as he continued to thrust against your covered pussy.

You begged against his lips, pleading for him to go harder. Zanka followed your commands without complaint. His large hand used your inner thigh as leverage as he desperately grinded against you. 

It didn’t take long for the cord in your stomach to wind up. It pulled taught, tugging at your stimulated lower half. You gripped Zanka’s hair as you cried out softly. 

You came hard, trembling underneath him. Though the man above you seemed to be in the same position. His toned core tightened and shook against your own as he groaned in your ear.

Laying your head back on the ground you clenched your eyes shut, “I really like you, Zanka. I’m sorry I never told you.”

Zanka leaned down, resting his face on your breasts, “Thank God, or this would've been really awkward, Y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “You’re telling me.”

“Woah,”

You both froze on the spot.

Enjin leaned on the door frame, grinning ear to ear, “Looks like you guys had fun.”

[admirxation]

Ughhh so obsessed

[yinhatoruha]

I think i froze with them 💀

[treasuredplanet]

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

[yinhatoruha]

VITAL INSTRUMENT IDEA FOR MY OC

(OC inserted into gachiakuta)

EXPLANATION ON HOW I GOT HERE LOL

my OC is quite the singer and in his lore he travels and sings a lot.

My first choice for his Vital Instrument was gonna be like his bow that he uses in his own lore, but i wanted to mix things up for Gachiakuta. I was searching for anything that can relate to like 'voice' or 'singin'

then i remember that tiktok of Doctor Who: 'i dont even have a voice box! i had to borrow this one.'

i researched it and then went on a rabbit hole of ideas lol now here it is!

Core Concept: Voicebox as a Vital Instrument

The voicebox becomes a Jinki-like vital instrument that turns sound, lyrics, and emotion into tangible effects.

It’s not just “sing = power” it’s how, what, and why you sing.

How It Works:

The voice box alters the user’s voice, amplifying intent, emotion, and meaning.

Any song, chant, or vocalization becomes real depending on:

Lyrics – the literal meaning shapes the effect

Melody – controls the form, range, and stability of the power

Emotion – determines intensity and authenticity

Breath control – affects duration and precision

Vocal strain – limits how long or how violently it can be used

Singing isn’t magic, it’s a weaponized expression.

Fighting Styles:

Healing/Support

Debuff/Psychological warfare

Aggressive/Direct combat

Environmental/Area Manipulation

Thematic/Symbol-based attacks

Yes, this is a tangent (currently 1:38AM and i have class later)

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Songs that i think fits the fighting styles:

Healing/Support

Healing Incantation – from Tangled

Style: Pure Requiem

Slow, controlled singing stabilizes wounds and restores vitality

Strongest when sung gently and without fear

Cannot revive, only heal/preserves life

Risks:

Emotional doubt weakens the effect

Long use transfers exhaustion to the singer

Safe and Sound - by Taylor Swift

Style: Defensive Support

Creates a calming field that reduces panic and damage

Allies recover faster and fight more steadily

Risks:

Doesn’t stop lethal attacks

Breaks if the singer is shaken emotionally

Bring Me to Life - by Evanescence

Style: Emergency Revival Boost

Pulls allies back from the brink (shock, unconsciousness)

Risks:

Heavy emotional toll

Leaves the user drained and vulnerable afterward

Debuff/Psychological warfare

Wither and Decay – from Tangled

Style: Corrosion Song

Causes enemies to weaken, rot, or lose strength over time

Effective against strong or armored foes

Risks:

Prolonged use spreads decay outward uncontrollably

Can harm allies if positioning is bad

Choke - by IDKHBTFM

Style: Internal Pressure Combat

Restricts breathing, movement, and focus

Best in close range

Risks:

Requires intense concentration

Backfires if the enemy has strong willpower

Bury a Friend – by Billie Eilish

Style: Fear Induction

Forces enemies to confront hallucinations and paranoia

Weakens coordination and morale

Risks:

Singer experiences fragments of the fear too

Dangerous in prolonged fights

Angry Too - by Lola Blanc

Style: Rage Resonance

Turns suppressed anger into raw power

Increases attack strength and speed

Risks:

Hard to turn off/stop

Can push the user into Voicebreak mode

No Longer You - by EPIC: The Musical

Style: Prophetic Pressure

Reveals or enforces grim outcomes

Enemies feel inevitable failure closing in

Risks:

Mentally taxing

Can affect allies if not controlled

All Eyes on Me - by OR3O

Style: Dominance Field

Forces attention onto the singer

Enemies hesitate, miss openings

Risks:

Makes the user a prime target

Dangerous against snipers or ambushes

Aggressive/Direct combat

Two – by bbno$

Style: Rhythm Combat

Fast, unpredictable movements

Confuses enemies’ timing and spacing

Risks:

Loses power if rhythm breaks

Less effective against disciplined foes

Partners in Crime - by Set It Off

Style: Duo Synchronization

Massive boost when fighting with one partner

Perfect coordination, shared rhythm

Risks:

If one partner falls, the effect collapses violently

Takedown – by K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Burst Assault

Short, explosive attacks meant to end fights quickly

Overwhelms defenses

Risks:

Leaves the user open afterward

High stamina drain

Strategy - by K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Tactical Control

Enhances planning, reaction speed, and positioning

Turns the battlefield into a chessboard

Risks:

Weak if emotions interfere

Requires constant awareness

Environmental/Area Manipulation

The Tornado – by Owl City

Style: Environmental Manipulation

Creates swirling air currents and chaos

Excellent crowd control

Risks:

Hard to aim precisely

Can spiral out of control in confined spaces

Arabian Nights - by Will Smith

Style: Illusion & Atmosphere

Warps perception, hides movements, alters terrain feel

Makes enemies misjudge distance and danger

Risks:

Illusions shatter if the singer loses confidence

Thematic/Symbol-based attacks

Medusa’s Masquerade – by Zeal Ginjoka

Style: Paralysis & Deception

Movement restriction, petrification-like effects

Works through fear and gaze control

Risks:

Requires sustained eye-line control

Weak against blind or emotionless enemies

Masochism Tango - by Tom Lehrer

Style: Pain Reversal

Damage dealt is reflected or shared

Enemies hurt themselves by attacking

Risks:

User still feels pain

Extremely dangerous if overwhelmed

Ruler of My Heart – from Alien Stage

Style: Emotional Override

Temporarily disrupts enemy loyalty, resolve, or intent

Best in one-on-one confrontations

Risks:

Backfires if enemy has stronger conviction

Golden - from K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Peak State

Enhances everything: voice, body, presence

A “perfect performance” mode

Risks:

Extremely limited duration

Severe crash afterward

Lost Boy - by Ruth B

Style: Escape & Evasion

Enhances stealth, misdirection, and retreat

Makes the user hard to track or pin down

Risks:

Weak offensively

Overuse leads to dissociation

A cheat vital instrument? sure, but i love backlash and risks:D

The greatest risk of using their Jinki(the Voicebox) is dependence. Because the sound, power, and emotional expression all pass through the machine, the user slowly stops relying on their natural voice. Speaking without the masks feels weaker, or wrong, or empty, and over time the user may struggle to express strong emotions unless they are connected to the voicebox. If the jinki is damaged or unavailable, panic and emotional collpse can set in almost immediately.

There is also a sever physical vulnerability tied to the tube conecting the voicebox to the mask. That tube if a lifeline: if it is crushed, severed, or disconnected, airflow and sound feedback destabilize. This can cause internal pressure shock, dizziness, or temporary paralysis, instantly shutting down the ability and leaving the person exposed in combat.

Overuse creates dangerous feedback damage between machine and body. The voicebox can push vibrations and pressure far beyond what his humanbody can safely handle. Even if the machine remains intact, the user's lungs, chest, jaw, and nerves can suffer lasting damages. The jinki does not stop when the body should, meaning the user often realizes they are injured only after the song ends.

There is also a risk of corruption because emotion and intent are filtered through a mechanical instrument, conflicted or unstable feelings distort the output. Healing songs may numb instead of restore, control effects may rebound onto allies, and aggressive songs may lash out unpredictably. repeated distortion can permanently alter how the jinki responds to the users voice.

Psychologically, prolonged use causes identity displacement. the voice coming from the mask no longer feels like the users own, and silence becomes uncomfortable or even frightening. the user begins to associate the mask with their real self and feel incomplete without it, refusing to speak unmasked or avoiding situations where they cannot activate their jinki.

Finally, pushing the voicebox into extreme output risks overdrive failure. In this state, the machine overheats and loses precision, causing uncontrolled sonic effects that damage the environment, allies, and the user alike. the tube may rupture, or the jinki may permanently lose stability, leaving the user with a powerful but dangerous instrument or none at all :00

In the end, the true danger of the voicebox is not losing the fight, but losing the ability to exist comfortably without the machine that gives the user their voice:>

timecheck: 3am LOL

[yinhatoruha]

VITAL INSTRUMENT IDEA FOR MY OC

(OC inserted into gachiakuta)

my OC is quite the singer and in his lore he travels and sings a lot.

EXPLANATION ON HOW I GOT HERE LOL

My first choice for his Vital Instrument was gonna be like his bow that he uses in his own lore, but i wanted to mix things up for Gachiakuta. I was searching for anything that can relate to like 'voice' or 'singin'

then i remember that tiktok of Doctor Who: 'i dont even have a voice box! i had to borrow this one.'

i researched it and then went on a rabbit hole of ideas lol now here it is!

Core Concept: Voicebox as a Vital Instrument

The voicebox becomes a Jinki-like vital instrument that turns sound, lyrics, and emotion into tangible effects.

It’s not just “sing = power” it’s how, what, and why you sing.

How It Works:

The voice box alters the user’s voice, amplifying intent, emotion, and meaning.

Any song, chant, or vocalization becomes real depending on:

Lyrics – the literal meaning shapes the effect

Melody – controls the form, range, and stability of the power

Emotion – determines intensity and authenticity

Breath control – affects duration and precision

Vocal strain – limits how long or how violently it can be used

Singing isn’t magic, it’s a weaponized expression.

Fighting Styles:

Healing/Support

Debuff/Psychological warfare

Aggressive/Direct combat

Environmental/Area Manipulation

Thematic/Symbol-based attacks

Yes, this is a tangent (currently 1:38AM and i have class later)

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Songs that i think fits the fighting styles:

Healing/Support

Healing Incantation – from Tangled

Style: Pure Requiem

Slow, controlled singing stabilizes wounds and restores vitality

Strongest when sung gently and without fear

Cannot revive, only heal/preserves life

Risks:

Emotional doubt weakens the effect

Long use transfers exhaustion to the singer

Safe and Sound - by Taylor Swift

Style: Defensive Support

Creates a calming field that reduces panic and damage

Allies recover faster and fight more steadily

Risks:

Doesn’t stop lethal attacks

Breaks if the singer is shaken emotionally

Bring Me to Life - by Evanescence

Style: Emergency Revival Boost

Pulls allies back from the brink (shock, unconsciousness)

Risks:

Heavy emotional toll

Leaves the user drained and vulnerable afterward

Debuff/Psychological warfare

Wither and Decay – from Tangled

Style: Corrosion Song

Causes enemies to weaken, rot, or lose strength over time

Effective against strong or armored foes

Risks:

Prolonged use spreads decay outward uncontrollably

Can harm allies if positioning is bad

Choke - by IDKHBTFM

Style: Internal Pressure Combat

Restricts breathing, movement, and focus

Best in close range

Risks:

Requires intense concentration

Backfires if the enemy has strong willpower

Bury a Friend – by Billie Eilish

Style: Fear Induction

Forces enemies to confront hallucinations and paranoia

Weakens coordination and morale

Risks:

Singer experiences fragments of the fear too

Dangerous in prolonged fights

Angry Too - by Lola Blanc

Style: Rage Resonance

Turns suppressed anger into raw power

Increases attack strength and speed

Risks:

Hard to turn off/stop

Can push the user into Voicebreak mode

No Longer You - by EPIC: The Musical

Style: Prophetic Pressure

Reveals or enforces grim outcomes

Enemies feel inevitable failure closing in

Risks:

Mentally taxing

Can affect allies if not controlled

All Eyes on Me - by OR3O

Style: Dominance Field

Forces attention onto the singer

Enemies hesitate, miss openings

Risks:

Makes the user a prime target

Dangerous against snipers or ambushes

Aggressive/Direct combat

Two – by bbno$

Style: Rhythm Combat

Fast, unpredictable movements

Confuses enemies’ timing and spacing

Risks:

Loses power if rhythm breaks

Less effective against disciplined foes

Partners in Crime - by Set It Off

Style: Duo Synchronization

Massive boost when fighting with one partner

Perfect coordination, shared rhythm

Risks:

If one partner falls, the effect collapses violently

Takedown – by K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Burst Assault

Short, explosive attacks meant to end fights quickly

Overwhelms defenses

Risks:

Leaves the user open afterward

High stamina drain

Strategy - by K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Tactical Control

Enhances planning, reaction speed, and positioning

Turns the battlefield into a chessboard

Risks:

Weak if emotions interfere

Requires constant awareness

Environmental/Area Manipulation

The Tornado – by Owl City

Style: Environmental Manipulation

Creates swirling air currents and chaos

Excellent crowd control

Risks:

Hard to aim precisely

Can spiral out of control in confined spaces

Arabian Nights - by Will Smith

Style: Illusion & Atmosphere

Warps perception, hides movements, alters terrain feel

Makes enemies misjudge distance and danger

Risks:

Illusions shatter if the singer loses confidence

Thematic/Symbol-based attacks

Medusa’s Masquerade – by Zeal Ginjoka

Style: Paralysis & Deception

Movement restriction, petrification-like effects

Works through fear and gaze control

Risks:

Requires sustained eye-line control

Weak against blind or emotionless enemies

Masochism Tango - by Tom Lehrer

Style: Pain Reversal

Damage dealt is reflected or shared

Enemies hurt themselves by attacking

Risks:

User still feels pain

Extremely dangerous if overwhelmed

Ruler of My Heart – from Alien Stage

Style: Emotional Override

Temporarily disrupts enemy loyalty, resolve, or intent

Best in one-on-one confrontations

Risks:

Backfires if enemy has stronger conviction

Golden - from K-Pop Demon Hunters

Style: Peak State

Enhances everything: voice, body, presence

A “perfect performance” mode

Risks:

Extremely limited duration

Severe crash afterward

Lost Boy - by Ruth B

Style: Escape & Evasion

Enhances stealth, misdirection, and retreat

Makes the user hard to track or pin down

Risks:

Weak offensively

Overuse leads to dissociation

A cheat vital instrument? sure, but i love backlash and risks:D

The greatest risk of using their Jinki(the Voicebox) is dependence. Because the sound, power, and emotional expression all pass through the machine, the user slowly stops relying on their natural voice. Speaking without the masks feels weaker, or wrong, or empty, and over time the user may struggle to express strong emotions unless they are connected to the voicebox. If the jinki is damaged or unavailable, panic and emotional collpse can set in almost immediately.

There is also a sever physical vulnerability tied to the tube conecting the voicebox to the mask. That tube if a lifeline: if it is crushed, severed, or disconnected, airflow and sound feedback destabilize. This can cause internal pressure shock, dizziness, or temporary paralysis, instantly shutting down the ability and leaving the person exposed in combat.

Overuse creates dangerous feedback damage between machine and body. The voicebox can push vibrations and pressure far beyond what his humanbody can safely handle. Even if the machine remains intact, the user's lungs, chest, jaw, and nerves can suffer lasting damages. The jinki does not stop when the body should, meaning the user often realizes they are injured only after the song ends.

There is also a risk of corruption because emotion and intent are filtered through a mechanical instrument, conflicted or unstable feelings distort the output. Healing songs may numb instead of restore, control effects may rebound onto allies, and aggressive songs may lash out unpredictably. repeated distortion can permanently alter how the jinki responds to the users voice.

Psychologically, prolonged use causes identity displacement. the voice coming from the mask no longer feels like the users own, and silence becomes uncomfortable or even frightening. the user begins to associate the mask with their real self and feel incomplete without it, refusing to speak unmasked or avoiding situations where they cannot activate their jinki.

Finally, pushing the voicebox into extreme output risks overdrive failure. In this state, the machine overheats and loses precision, causing uncontrolled sonic effects that damage the environment, allies, and the user alike. the tube may rupture, or the jinki may permanently lose stability, leaving the user with a powerful but dangerous instrument or none at all :00

In the end, the true danger of the voicebox is not losing the fight, but losing the ability to exist comfortably without the machine that gives the user their voice:>

timecheck: 3am LOL

[kombuchaaaaa]

Screw a ‘Hear me out cake’. Im boutta make a ‘Hold me back’ cake.

[yinhatoruha]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO HEAR ME OUT ON MEPHISTO PHELES 🛐🛐🛐

[lost-in-elysian]

Relinquishing control sounds so soothing at the moment.

My limbs bound by rope. My sight and sound deprived from me. And my body open and vulnerable for her to play with.

My neck for her teeth to sink into. My hips for hands to hold. And all that resides below for her mouth to feast.

Giving in to ecstasy surrounding us, intertwined with whimpers and pleas that fall out of my lips. To tell the truth, I simply wouldn’t be able take it. The teasing can only alleviate so much frustrations of life, and I must beg for mercy from this slow little death. Please, I will be so good for you. <3

[brviseslvt]

Sensory deprivation.... Blindfolded, gagged, limbs restrained, noise cancelling headphones on. Being driven to insanity with each touch. Loving someone so much you trust them to torture you like this. Completely at their mercy and loving every painful second. Ugh.

[faytree]

Pixel forest art 🦌🌿💐🧚

[yinhatoruha]

Outside The Margins

Who: Masumi Yodogawa x GN Reader

A/N: This is my very first uh fanfic? ;-; like a full one. Plus I've been craving for Tougen Anki stuff so i decided to do my own🙏🏻 might be a slight ooc... Any advice and suggestions are welcome thank you!

There are rules to working under the Patrol Unit.

Follow orders.

File reports.

Stay alive.

Masumi Yodogawa embodies every rule better than anyone.

An Oni. Sharp, relentless, and infamously difficult to impress— he’s the unit’s youngest intelligence officer. A man who can dissect entire crime scenes without speaking a word…and make you feel stupid for missing even a single detail. His gaze alone can pin you into silence. His reports are flawless. His composure? Untouchable.

They say he doesn’t feel anything.. They’re wrong.

I learned that the moment he started looking at me differently.

I first noticed during debriefs.

Masumi was staring at my report longer than necessary—eyes scanning every line like the ink itself was suspicious. I braced for corrections. Red marks. A blunt remark about incompetence.

Instead, he set the file down neatly and looked at me with those soul-staring eyes.

“Not bad. You caught what others missed"

No praise. No criticism. Yet somehow, it felt like the first crack in his armor.

After that, he started… sharing.

Drafts placed beside my elbow, his tone calm and neutral

“What do you think about this?”

His pen would glide effortlessly as I spoke—never pausing, not even once.

Like he was terrified of letting emotion leave a trace.

One evening, curiosity pushed me further.

“You were gonna write something, What was it?”

His pen froze mid-stroke.

Silence tightened, heavy and deliberate, before he replied, voice lower than usual—

“This time… it’s not something I’d write down.”

He didn’t look away.

And for the first time, the silence between us felt personal.

I tried to remain calm.

"Okay."

Masumi noticed immediately.

“‘Okay’?”

“That’s your whole response?”

He leaned back, studying me like I was a puzzle he hated yet refused to stop solving.

“…"

"Yodogawa-san"

"What?"

"What didn’t you write?”

His answer was a quiet.

“What I thought of you."

I froze

“What you thought of me?”

“Don’t repeat it like a report detail.”

he muttered, a thin line of stubborn pride.

“You asked.”

Still not enough.

“Then tell me what you think of me, Masumi-san.”

I leaned forward on his desk.

“You’re testing protocol,”

he observed, eyes narrowing.

“Or this is personal.”

I didn’t blink.

“You’re not telling me anything.”

He exhaled, annoyed by how calm I stayed.

“You notice too much.”

My brows lifted

"You missed the log discrepancy, but noticed when I hesitated approving the new patrol routes.”

"That's what concerns me"

“I won't understand you if you don’t say anything.”

His restraint finally cracked.

“You’re not just some observer anymore.”

His voice low.

“And that doesn’t belong in any report.”

The tension shifted... dangerous, intimate.

“Then what am I, Masu-kun?”

His entire body froze at the nickname— like I’d found a place no one was allowed to touch.

“You’re sharp.

Capable.

You make me question myself.”

His jaw clenched.

“I should hate that.”

“…But I don’t.”

I moved slow, intentional, slipping behind his chair, hands settling on his shoulders. His muscles went rigid beneath my touch.

“Then tell me.”

My fingers guided his chin upward until those dark eyes locked into mine.

“Tell me.”

His voice came out unguarded, raw:

“I want you”

That was enough.

I kissed him.

For a moment he went still— then his hands shot up, gripping my wrists as he dragged me closer, the kiss turning sharp, messy, hungry.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, his forehead pressed to mine.

“This wasn’t in any report.”

His grip didn’t loosen.

“…This breaks protocol,”

he murmured,

voice rougher than I’d ever heard.

“And yet?”

“And yet…”

his breath ghosted my lips,

“I’m still here.”

He stood up closing every inch of distance

One gloved hand cupping my jaw, thumb resting just beneath my lower lip.

“If we keep going…”

“I won’t be able to pretend you’re only an asset anymore.”

My heart thrashed against my ribs.

“Then stop pretending.”

His lips brushed mine again

Softer this time

A warning disguised as a promise.

"This stays between us.

Nowhere in reports.

Not between the lines.

Only here.”

A vow sealed in quiet fire.

“…Don’t let me regret it.”

A challenge.

A surrender.

And something we can never take back.

Not in the margins.

Only here.

With him.