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Okay tbh I just want obsessed buggy. Idk if you wanna do headcanons, a whole fic, or a short one off, but it would be greatly appreciated â¤ď¸
Here you go hun!!! It's a full fic <3 It is 100% leading to more spicy times, but I kept it PG13 for this particular fic. Featuring Buggy before and after Impel Down in some ways, I left most major spoilers out but if you haven't made it to Impel Down here's the warning that there could be spoilers!
Reader stay gn, and I had a ton of fun writing this! I mixed a little bit from the Anime Buggy's personality with some of the LA's Buggy too! Fun fact a bestie of mine does not share fictional crushes. So we can to an agreement. They get anime Buggy and I get LA Buggy. It was a worthwhile compromise >:3
Word Count: 1,661 (PG13)
Things were odd since you joined Buggyâs crew, but you figured it was to be expected when it came to a crew who loved to perform everywhere like a circus. An illegal circus, but a circus nonetheless. The captain was the most âflashyâ of all, but maybe thatâs why you were so drawn to him. Despite having a rather negative reputation, seeing him care for each and every one of his crew members while trusting them implicitly made you yearn to join. He allowed you, but didnât seem to be fond of you at first. You proved your abilities when it came to combat, and your history with performances. He was won over, but still didnât seem happy to see you most times.Â
You never believed he was an evil man, but each time youâd come near him, his face would turn red with a scowl on his face before huffing and walking away. Once he was captured, now a prisoner of Impel Down, everyone tried desperately to figure out a plan to break him out. The crew were all disasters, but the joy you felt when he had made his escape caused an immense eruption of cheers and cries. He found the crew within record time, and everyone ran up to him. He cried, but heâd never admit it to everyone.Â
You in particular, let out tears of joy and leapt towards him to pull him into a hug. To your surprise, he embraced you back, and wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he didnât want to let you go. It sparked something in you, and you pulled back to look up at your captain. He hadâŚan expression youâd never seen on his face before. You didnât want to assume anything, but he looked at you with adorationâŚthough once you caught his gaze, it turned into a sheepish smile with traces of red coming through the white facepaint he had on.Â
He never seemed to leave your side after that. It would make you laugh, but not to mock him. Moreso it was because you didnât WANT him to leave your side. He accompanied you everywhere, from meals with the crew, to him showing you some of the treasures heâd found over the years that he hid in his room so no one else could have them. It made you feel special, seeing that he was letting you in on some secret he had in the few items he kept that he couldnât seem to want to get rid of. Everything between the two of you seemed to change in the period between him escaping captivity and returning to the crew. It was different, but far from pleasant.Â
Tonight, you were about to take your seat next to the captain for dinner, as you always did, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head not to take that seat. It hurt for a portion of a second, but he saw this and instantly pulled you to him, sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist. The contact wasnât expected, and you had a surprised gasp leave your lips, but you didnât struggle against it. Instead, you leaned your back against his chest and got comfortable. He wasted no time resting his head on your shoulder, and started eating his meal.Â
By the time you all had finished eating, Buggy nodded at everyone else in the dining room to leave, and you tried to get out of his lap to do the same. He wasnât about to let you do that. He only held onto you tighter and he nuzzled his cheek against the side of your head. âYouâre not going anywhere. Not without me at least. HmâŚâ He spoke, and sat in silence momentarily before he shook his head and pulled you against him further.Â
âHm? What do you mean Captain?â You let out a soft laugh, and rested your hands on top of his arm as he held you by your waist. It seemed like such a domestic moment, as you ran your fingers idly along his arm. It was cozy, and a welcome change. Youâd wanted this contact from the captain for a long time, it was almost hard to believe this moment was really happening.Â
Buggy huffed, but you could tell from his tone when he spoke that it was more of an amused noise than one of annoyance. âWhat do you mean, what do I mean? I think Iâm being very obvious right now.â He chuckled softly, and his thumbs ran along your waist soothingly, and he sighed before continuing. âCome on, I need to show you something.â His tone sounded eager, and he didnât even hesitate in standing up, moving you in his grasp until he was carrying you comfortably.Â
You let out an amused laugh, âCaptain I can walk, you know!â The moment had you blushing slightly, but you knew he loved it when you joked around and teased him. âHave you forgotten I can outrun you?â You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and the other poked his cheek until he playfully nipped at your finger.Â
âYou can try.â He smirked at you, and it shut you up quickly. Seeing this, his smirk only grew and he looked ahead, taking you to his room. But really, with how often you were in there anyways, it might as well be your room too.Â
âAre you gonna show me the treasure you got on our last trip? You havenât shown me yet!â You grinned wide at him, relaxing in his grip. Then, once youâd reached the room he set you on your feet in front of a mirror. He made it a habit to show you each piece of treasure he didnât want to get rid of for each trip, and you were the only one who got to see the collection of it all. It was something he trusted everyone on the crew with, but he never really showed them all of it. That was something between just the two of you.Â
âMm. Iâm gonna show you the greatest treasure I have.â He spoke, softly, and he rubbed the back of the neck nervously. His face turned red and he cleared his throat, trying to get his semblance of confidence back. He didnât want to back out now, it was go time. A deep sigh left his lips, and he directed his attention to the mirror, pointing at it.Â
âHm? Captain, I've seen this mirror a thousand times. Whatâs so special about it?â You tilted your head at him and turned to look at him. He stopped you, however, and he stood behind you, walking you both to the mirror with your back to him. His hand grabbed your chin softly and made you look directly into the mirror from in front of it. âHuhâŚ?â You said, still confused.Â
He scoffed, but placed an arm around your waist. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you blushed seeing his face. It looked like he was equal parts cocky and flustered. Was he really sayingâŚ? Your thoughts froze when he made his move.Â
His hand on your chin moved downwards, his hand lightly moving around your throat. From there, he tilted your head to the side and placed small kisses there. It made you gasp, butâŚhe was being so cute about this. It made you giggle happily, but when you laughed he bit down slightly, nibbling at the skin. At your noise of surprise, his arm around your waist tightened, and he spoke softly.Â
âThis, every part of this, is my greatest treasure.â His hand moved from your neck to your collarbone, and his lips fanned over your ear as he whispered. The words came out hushed, and fragile like he was almost too nervous to say it. âYouâre the greatest treasure I have. I can never get enough of you. Every time I go even a moment without seeing you, I want to run to wherever you are and prove that youâre mine.â He chuckled, almost as if to make fun of himself. âItâs pathetic, the amount of love I have for you.âÂ
Your eyes widened with shock, before your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You moved your hand upwards, cradling the side of his face while he kissed your neck. âItâs okay, Captain. I feel the same. I actually kind of like how much time we spend togetherâŚeven if we donât see each other 24/7.â You laughed quietly, and gasped when his hand around your waist moved and lazily trailed his fingers over your stomach.Â
âYou donât know what youâre saying.â He chuckled, and lifted his head to turn yours to the side. The kiss he gave you was everything youâd ever hoped for, and he growled into it as he pulled you flush against him. Neither of you wanted to part the kiss, but he only pulled away enough to mutter his words against your lips. âIf I had it my way, youâd never leave my side. Not metaphorically or literally. I canât get enough of you. The way you walk when youâre confident, when youâre shy. How you giggle when I make dumb jokes, how you smile every time you see me.âÂ
He let out a laugh and turned you around to face him as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. âI never want to be without you. I wonât let it happen.â He had a near deranged look in his eyes, but also traces of hesitation, as if he didnât want to push you too far. âSoâŚin our journeys, youâre not allowed to go anywhere without me. I practically ache when youâre not in my field of vision.â He laughed, and leaned forward to pull you into another kiss.Â
âYouâre mine, my treasure. Iâll love and protect you even if this whole world comes tumbling down.âÂ
#buggy x reader#x reader#gn reader#one piece x reader#obsessive love#obsessive yandere#I use the word yandere softly#it doesn't go very far in terms of actual yandere behaviors#but adding the tag just in case#suggestive themes#request#it's also v cheesy so#be warned
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⥠TW: yandere, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome
⥠FEM reader
âIâm back,â he calls out softly once opening the door.
Youâre already thereâmust have heard him drive up then padded overâstanding there, wordlessly awaiting his kiss. You donât notice it yourself, though he does, how you get up on your tippy-toes and meet him halfway. Youâve been doing it for a while now. Itâs really cute. And so he doesnât say anything on itâdoesnât want to spook the habit.
âWelcome home,â you say, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you soft and snugly against his chestâsmiling at how you nuzzle into itâyet another cute thing youâve started doing lately. Â
âMh-thank you, sweetheartâfeels good,â he coos into your hair, petting it smoothly while you stand there, neither of you pulling away. âWhat did you do today?â
You sigh and sink further into his embrace, mumbling, âSame as any other dayâŚâ almost sulkily. âJust waiting for you.â
He chuckles, âOh, thatâs not true. I saw you watching somethingâanything fun?â
You hum, hiding your face in his chest, mumbling into it, âNot really⌠just binging another franchise they decided to ruin...â You shift and look up at him, keeping your chin on his chest while grumbling, âI donât understand why theyâd reboot something just to completely disregard everything it originally stood forâand all the effects just make it look cheap.â
He canât help but chuckle again, ruffling your hair with a fond smile. âYouâre such a nerd.â He could eat you up the way you are right now, plated on a silver platter for him all so willingly. âA cute nerd, though.â
You pout, âHonestly, whatâs going on out there? I barely understand anything Iâm watching anymoreâitâs all alien to me.â
His hug on you tightens, but you donât flinch like you used toâeven as the look in his eyes darkens along with his words. âYeah, the worldâs gone mad. Youâre better off in here.â
You smile thenâagreeing for once. Itâs also a new and adorable habit. And then you unzip his jacket for him, helping it off his shoulders and hanging it up for himâall so naturally. Looking back at him while asking, âAnd how was your day?â
He smiles while beholding youâto think such a question would ever leave your lips all so domesticallyâitâs enough to make his chest swell. Then with an exaggerated sigh, he whines, âAbsolutely horrible without you,â wrapping you up in another hug, this time from behind, nuzzling his chin into the ticklish skin of your neckâmaking you giggle. Arms around your front, swaying you back against him. âEvery second, I was counting down âtil when I could come home to you.â
âIs that right?â You grin at his gestureâtwisting around so that you could look at him straight. Slouched as he stood, all but draping you with his taller formâeyes leveled with yours, half-mast and adoringly admiring you like his most precious thingâhis sweet loving girlfriend.
You cup his face in both hands, thinking the same of himâyour sweet loving boyfriend. Youâre about to kiss him, but then, struck by the thought, thereâs a sudden freight in your chest that follows, and you jolt back as if heâd burned you.
He stills, warm expression twisting to one of concern. âHeyââ Stepping after you with his hands laid on your forearms, giving you a small squeeze. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIââ You donât know, you think. Somethingâs off. Somethingâs not rightâabout his touch, about your heart, about all of it. âIâm justâŚâÂ
You think about it, eyes skittering over his faceâdid you always look at his face? Since when did he become so familiar? Since when did you walk around wanting to see it?
âI justâŚâ the words feel all strange in your mouth, but thereâs no denying thereâs truth in them. âI missed you.â
His features blank at that, blinking at you. âOhâŚâ Then he softensâsmiles with a chuckle, âWell, Iâm home now, soâŚâ His head slants, looking at you in askance as he gently brings a hand up to thumb your chin. âWhatâs with this pouty face?â
You bite your lip. Thereâs so much noise in your chestâso many conflicting feelings. Youâve begun missing him when heâs goneâwhen he leaves you. Youâve started wishing for his return, spending your day in wait. Since when did you start doing that?
Itâs not right.
âIâm slipping,â your voice is shaken and weak, eyes welling up with thick water enough to have him look blurryâyou shake your head and squeeze them shutâmaking the tears fall quickly. âIâm not supposed to miss youââ you cry. âThatâs not right. Iâm notâyouâre notââ
Not your boyfriend.
âHey, hey, sweetie. Itâs okay,â he cuts your sob off with two warm hands placing themselves on your wettened cheeks, holding you tenderly. You layer yours on top of his, feeling itâs the only thing keeping you from spiraling into oblivion.Â
âItâs okay, sweetie,â he coos, smearing out your teardrops, making them dry. âIt was gonna happen sooner or later, right?â
Your eyes peel and look at himâthrough the veil. His face is a comfortâthough you feel strange seeing it as such, when you know, even though most of you has decided to forget, that heâs a psychotic stalker whoâs kidnapped you and held you captive for what must be closing in on a year already.
âDonât feel badâitâs only natural,â he assures, pulling you into his chest againâboth arms around you snugly with his chin on top of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. âEverythingâs fine. So youâre losing your mind a littleâweâll just find something else for you to think about. Right? Is there anything you want? Anything I can get you? More clothes? Sweets? Something fun? Maybe you can take up another hobby?â
He loosens his hold to look down at youâhis face warm with devout for you, with a wordless vow saying heâll do everything, give you anything in return for your happiness. Â
You love him, you realize then with a shudder.
Youâre in love with your crazy captorâyour batshit lovesick oversweet captor who shares your bed and treats you like a spoiled pet. And itâs so fucked upâso, so very fucked up, so very fucking fucked up. But itâs trueâyouâre in love with him. And you have been for a while.
âWhat do you say?â he asks in hope.
Yet, you canât say it out loud. No, not yetâit still feels all so wrong. But, at the same time, you donât think thereâs a need for you to put it into words for him. Heâs always known you better than you have yourself, after all. And that wholesome smile on his face says it allâhe already knows.
âNo⌠I just,â you start, staring into his eyesâthose full-loving eyes that look at you as if youâre the only thing of value in the whole entire world. âI just wantâŚâ Itâs a scary confessionâboth admitting it to yourself and him. âYou.âÂ
You look down, curling your fingers into his shirt.
âI donât need anything else.â
Itâs the truth and nothing but the truthâalbeit a somewhat sad truth. Itâs your one wishâyour only wish. You just want himâto stay, to hold you, to kiss you. You canât even think of wanting anything else anymore.
âOh, well, thatâs easy, isnât it?â he says, stroking your cheeks, fishing for your shy gazeâsmiling once hooking itâpretty teary puppy eyes, lost and looking for directions.Â
Donât worryâheâs here to help.
âWhere do you want me then, sweetheart?â His lips near your forehead. âHere?â He gives it a chaste kiss, earning your sniffle, then ducks down to your neck. âOr here, maybe?â Giving that a kiss as well, this time with more behind it, sucking the skin with a soft bite.Â
âOr maybeâŚâ His voice is low, and it makes your skin buzz with a desire just as darkâshivering with it as his lips ghost yours. âHere?â
You hang in his hold, leaning after it.
But he just smiles, âTell me, sweetheartâwhere do you want me?â
Your lip wobbles, brows cinched as your balled fists needily pull him closeâyearning for it.
âEverywhere.â
⥠BNHA â Deku, Kirishima, Hawks ⥠JJK â Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ⥠HQ â Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins ⥠CSM â Yoshida ⥠BLLK â Reo, Nagi
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Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.
Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮ę°ŕžŕ˝˛ â¸â¸â¤â¤â¸â¸ ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33
Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didnât even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was âhe mustâve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lipsâ shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. heâd glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking âare you alright? Did you need a break, your hands arenât sore are they?âŚ.i can get you into a nice spa if youâd like. I donât want my best employee burnt outâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! Heâd beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear âlet me help you out, boy?âŚI wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to youâ heâd mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business youâre sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you âbuy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..â and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him âoh youâre so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like thatââ heâd whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like itâs his lifeâs mission âcâmon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect thereâs a good boyâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention âthey are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divineâ it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.
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Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 4
Unemployment was not on your bucket list.
The rest of your shift dragged on, each minute weighed down by the persistent presence of Dick, Cass, and Damian. They loitered, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on. It was unnerving, knowing they were thereâobserving, calculating. You tried your best to ignore them, focusing on the customers and getting through the shift, but their eyes on you were impossible to shake.
Eventually, you glance at the clock. Your shift is finally coming to an end. A wave of relief washes over you. Soon, youâll be out of here. Youâve been expecting a call from Alfred any minute now, either letting you know heâs âon the wayâ or already outside waiting for you. You clutch onto that thought, hoping for a quick getaway.
But thatâs when you feel it, a firm hand on your shoulder. You flinch, startled, and whirl around to find Cassandra standing right behind you, her eyes sharp and her smile almost unsettling in its warmth.
âY/N,â she said softly, her tone gentle but somehowâwrong.
âCan Iâumâhelp you?â you ask, your voice betraying your unease. Cass is just as overtly intimidating as the others, if not more so. You know who trained her, you know what she's done, what she's capable of.
âWeâll take you home,â she says simply, the statement hanging in the air like an unbreakable decree.
You blink, not sure if youâve heard her right. âWhat? IâAlfredâs picking me up,â you stammer, trying to figure out why the hell theyâd want to take you home instead.
Cassâs smile doesnât falter. âChange of plans.â
You glance past her toward the table where Dick and Damian are waiting. Theyâre already standing, Dickâs usual smirk plastered on his face, while Damian looks like heâs already irritated by the mere suggestion of you being in the same car as him.
âUh..â You contemplate walking home, imagining the quiet and cool Gotham air being far more appealing than sharing a car with these three. Maybe itâs not that far to walk? Maybe youâll survive the trip on foot? But you know better than to argue with themânot when Dick is involved.
With a resigned sigh, you nod. âOkay, I guess. I still need to get my bike though.â
Cassandra hums in approval.
The walk to the car was stifling. Dick led the way, his usual playful grin in place, but there was an intensity behind it that made your skin crawl. Damian followed closely, his silence more oppressive than any words he couldâve said. When you reached the sleek black car, one of Bruceâs more extravagant vehicles, your hesitation grew, but there was no turning back now.
As you slip into the backseat, you find yourself next to Damian, who's already glaring out the window like youâre the most offensive thing in the car, and the leather seat that smells faintly of expensive cologne. Cass takes the passenger seat, her calm demeanor oddly comforting despite the situation, while Dick slides into the driverâs seat.
The car hums to life, and soon enough, youâre speeding through the streets of Gotham. The tension inside the vehicle is thick, almost unbearable. You stare out your window, watching the city blur by, trying your best to disappear into the seat.
âY/N,â Dickâs voice broke the silence, far too casual for the tension in the car. âYou didnât tell us you were working at that cafe.â
You shrugged, not trusting yourself to say much. âDidn't think I needed to? Why does it matter?â
Dickâs eyes flicked to you in the mirror, a glint of something dark behind his seemingly easy going demeanor. âIt seems as though there's a lot of things you haven't told us (Y/n), hmm?â
He just completely ignored your question, and like an idiot, you dignify his question with your own response.
âI don't know why you in particular care, considering you haven't bothered to in the past four years.â You remark, crossing your arms.Â
Dicks smile only widened as he cooed at your response. âOh I don't care (Y/n), but you can't just do whatever you want, right? Your last nameâs still Wayne last time I checked, do you know what that means?â
His eyes flicker to you, staring at you through the rear view mirror. You just shrug nervously, you had no idea where he was going with this.
âIt means youâre not allowed to just fuck off and do whatever you want. What happens when youâre working and a rouge or random criminal recognizes you? Itâll be our job to drag you back.â He says smiling all the while. Dick doesn't really curse, not like this anyways, and it's starting to scare you.Â
There was something sinister beneath his seemingly friendly demeanor. The way he was talking about you, it made you feel more like a possession than a person. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, eyes flicking to Damian and Cassandra. None of them seemed to be fazed by Dick's words. It was like they all understood something you didn't.
"Look," you muttered, "I just needed the job, okay? I didnât think it was a big deal."
He just nods, âWhich is why you'll be putting in your two weekâs notice.â
Hold the phone.
âI'm sorry what?â
âI'm sure I spoke clearly, didn't i?â
âI'mâI'm not quitting my job.â
âYes you are. In fact, you're going to call your boss and let them know right now.â
âYouâre fucking crazy if you thinââ
âI'm not asking (Y/n).â He says, a certain edge to his voice. âCall your boss.â
Youâre scared. You don't know why heâs doing this. Shaking, you pull out your phone, staring at the screen as if it could somehow save you from this situation. You know they wonât let you get out of this. Not with the way Dickâs smile is hovering on the edge of something dangerous, not with Damianâs silent approval and Cassandraâs eerie calm. The power dynamic is suffocatingâthis isnât a request; itâs an order.
âCall,â Dick says again, his voice now a warning.
You swallow hard, your fingers trembling as you scroll to your bossâs number. You want to refuse, you want to stand your ground, but the fear of what would happen if you did keeps your rebellion at bay. You press the call button, and the phone rings in your ear.
âHello?â your boss answers, their voice friendly and unsuspecting.
âHey Daniel, itâs Y/N,â you say, your voice shaking. âIâIâm sorry, but I have to put in my two weeksâ notice. Iâuh, I canât work here anymore.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end. âWhat? Y/N, is everything okay?â
No. âYeah, itâs fine,â you lie. âI just⌠something came up, and I canât keep the job.â
Your boss hesitates, clearly concerned. âAre you sure? If this is about needing time off, we can work something outââ
âNo, Iâm sure,â you cut them off, glancing at the rearview mirror, where Dickâs eyes are still watching you with that unsettling intensity. âI have to go. Iâm sorry.â
You hang up before they can ask more questions. Thereâs a sick feeling in your stomach, like youâve just lost something.
Dick hums in approval. âGood. That wasnât so hard, was it?â
You donât respond. Youâre too numb, too angry to even find the words to fight back. The rest of the car ride is silent. When you finally arrive back at the manor, you slip out of the car without a word, making a beeline for your room. You can hear them behind you, talking quietly amongst themselves, but you donât care. You just need to be alone.
The worst part was, you didn't even get to go back for your bike. Gotham wasn't exactly known for its secure parking spaces, especially for a bike left unattended for hours. By now, it was probably stolen or stripped for parts. Another loss to add to the growing list.
You collapsed onto your bed after a long, hot shower, letting the steam wash away the dried coffee and lingering bitterness of the day. The frustration and humiliation clung to you, but you tried to push it all aside as you buried yourself in mundane distractions. Homework? Done, though half-heartedly. Your phone? A welcome relief, a way to escape the reality of what your life had become.
The phone call with your friends was a lifeline. You started by relaying the bizarre events of your dayâDick showing up at your workplace, forcing you to quit, the awful encounter with the Karen whoâd thrown coffee in your face. Arya and Ethan were outraged on your behalf, their voices rising with indignation as they expressed disbelief at how ridiculous your life had become.
âWhat is wrong with him?â Arya had exclaimed after you explained how Dick had basically forced you to quit. âItâs like he gets off on controlling you.â
Ethan chimed in, his voice laced with sarcasm. âItâs the Wayne family, what do you expect? They think the world revolves around them.â
The conversation shifted to lighter topics eventually, giving you a break from the heavy reality of your situation. Aryaâs excitement over the girl she liked responding to her Instagram story was a welcome distraction. She went on a rant about how this girl was clearly the one, and you and Ethan couldnât help but exchange amused glances over the phone. Aryaâs giddiness was infectious, and soon the three of you were laughingâdeep, real laughter that made you momentarily forget about everything.
But, as with all good things, the fun came to an end with a knock at your door. You sighed heavily, already knowing what was coming.
"Master (Y/n), itâs time for dinner."
The familiar voice of Alfred carried through the door, his polite yet firm tone unmistakable. You groaned, dragging yourself off the bed with all the enthusiasm of someone heading toward their own execution. Dinner meant facing Dick, and after the day you'd had, that was the last thing you wanted to deal with.
You swung open the door, forcing a smile for Alfred, though you knew he could see right through it. "Hey Alfie, how was today?"
Alfred smiled, ever the picture of calm. "All good in a day's work, Master (Y/n). Might I inquire how work today was?"
You couldnât help but grimace at the mention of work. "It... it was alright," you said, though the weight of your words made it clear that was a lie. Alfredâs raised brow told you he wasnât fooled.
"Well," you sighed, the reality sinking in further as you spoke, "it doesnât matter anymore anyways. I quit today."
Alfredâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But my dear, I thought you adored working there? Whatever did happen?"
You couldnât hold back the bitterness in your voice as you answered, "Dick."
Alfredâs eyes softened with understanding, and the sympathy in his gaze was almost too much to bear. "Ah, I see. Iâm sorry youâve had to do so," he said, and you could tell he genuinely meant it.
"Itâs not your fault, Alfie," you replied, feeling a pang of guilt for dragging him into your mess. "Which is why I wanted to ask if I could have dinner in my room today? I donât think Iâll be able to stay civil with Dick sitting there."
Alfred gave you a sad smile, one that only deepened the dread in your chest. "Usually, it would be more than allowed," he began, his voice gentle, "however, today your father has requested that you attend dinner no matter what."
Your heart sank. "What?"
"Yes," Alfred said with a hint of regret in his voice. "Unfortunately, you donât have much of a choice today, my dear."
You stared at Alfred, dumbstruck. Since when did Bruce care whether or not you were at dinner? He barely acknowledged your presence most of the time, and now suddenly it was a demand?
Alfred gave you one last apologetic look before he turned to leave, his footsteps fading down the hall. You stood frozen in place, disbelief washing over you.
What the actual fuck is happening?
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Title: Or Someone Finds The Lid.
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).
Word Count: 8.0k.
Commissioned by the very lovely @elsecrytt.
TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Prolonged Captivity, Severe Infantilization, Forced Deepthroating, Double Penetration, Wildly Unhealthy Dynamics, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Geto Suguru has an Oral Fixation, Gojo Satou has a Mommy Kink, and Nonconsensual Drug Use. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
[Part One]
âI just donât understand why youâre doing this.â
It had to be close to the hundredth time youâd in the past week, in the days since you woke up in a distressingly pastel bedroom, hostage to your two always worryingly possessive, but only recently deranged boyfriends. You knew, more concretely, that it was around the eleventh time youâd spouted that exact line today and the fourth time in the past hour, and as always, you were answered with a sympathetic glance, a patronizingly sweet smile. You could only be thankful it was coming from Satoru, this time. Suguru wouldâve been much more condescending.
âBecause we love you.â Another common sentiment, purred with just as much enthusiasm as it had been the first time youâd heard it, or the twelfth, or the forty-seventh. âAnd because you look good in pink.â
You sighed audibly, and Satoru pretended not to notice â only pulling you that much closer and resting his head on your shoulder. You were quickly learning that personal space, like many prior luxuries you hadnât known to enjoy, was a right that Satoru and Suguru could revoke at will. Currently, your body was folded against Satoruâs â your back slotted against his chest and his legs spread on either side of you, the chain still attached to your ankle spread out over the mattress and the handheld console he was only partially focused on balanced on your lap. You tried to treasure the opportunity to stare mindlessly at a screen (a special privilege, considering your usual means of entertainment consisted of crayons, elementary-grade chapter books, and a plastic tea set), but for whatever reason, watching Satoru play Animal Crossing for three consecutive hours was just as under stimulating as it had been pre-kidnapping.
âThatâs not a real answer.â You nudged your elbow into his chest, and when that didnât work, pushed at his arm, just trying to get his attention. Yet another perk of your newly assigned position in this relationship â Satoru and Suguru had never made an exceptional effort to listen to you before, but now, you might as well have been speaking another language. âThis is justâItâs just been so much, and itâs all so frustrating, and I donâtââ
And, just like that, you were tearing up â your vision going foggy as you struggled to hold back tears, to swallow down the whine building at the base of your throat. It was less that youâd been crying more easily and more than you were always on the verge of tears; your anger and frustration and confusion constantly at their peaks, just waiting for an excuse to spill over and leak out. Immediately, Satoru dropped his console, cooing softly as he scooped you up and turned you around. You moved to hide your face, but he was faster, more determined â his hands cupping your cheeks before you could swat him away. You werenât crying yet, not really, but he took pains to hum and kiss away the few tears that escaped despite your best efforts. It was alarming, that crying was the only thing that consistently got them to hear you out. You tried not to think about the implications of that when paired with the pastel-pink aesthetic and the overall toddler-adjacent treatment.
âIâm really frustrated, âtoru,â you repeated, melting into his hands. There was another coo, another peck to your forehead, before you went on. âI justâ I need to know why youâre doing this. You can tell me that much, canât you?â
âIâve already told you, baby. Itâs because weââ You cut in with a miserable, heart-breakingly pathetic sniffle, and Satoru pouted, shaking his head. Still, he broke quickly enough. âLook, you know that Suguru and I had it kinda rough before we met you, right? When we were growing up, I mean.â
Vaguely. You knew that Suguruâs parents died while he was in high school, that itâd been some kind of freak accident, but he didnât like to talk about it. Youâd met Satoruâs family once, but âmetâ mightâve been the wrong word for it. Really, youâd sat in the antechamber of an estate the side of a small shopping mall for a little over an hour, answering questions asked by a woman who hadnât introduced herself before being informed that, while you were not deemed a suitable partner for Satoru, you also werenât dangerous enough to be worth the effort it would take to actively keep you away from him. Most of the time, you just tried to pretend that neither of your former partners, current captors had any immediate family.
Reluctantly, you nodded, and Satoru rewarded you with another kiss â this one to the corner of your jaw. âI know you probably donât get it, but me and Suguru â we care about you, we care about you a lot. And the worldâs a really, really dangerous place. If something happened to you out thereâŚâ He trailed off, laughing airily. An arm looped around your waist, pulling you into his lap, his chest. Instead of trying to resist, you curled against him, burying your face in his shirt as he rubbed slow, small circles into the small of your back. âYouâre better off here. Getting to keep you all to ourselves is just a bonus.â
You wanted to scream, to bash your fists against his chest, to point out that they were the only people whoâd ever isolated, assaulted, or kidnapped you, but he was doing what you asked him to, and the worst thing you couldâve done was give him a reason not to be as generous in the future. ââŚI donât understand why you had to doââ You nodded towards your clothes â a set of bright pink cotton pajamas dotted with strawberries â then the rest of the room. ââthis, though, if youâre trying to keep me safe. Couldnât you have just⌠not?â
Another laugh, this one more sincere. âThat partâs just for us.â This time, when he squeezed you against his chest, he didnât let go until you were squirming against him, struggling to breathe. âSuguru does tend to let the roleplay get a little out-of-hand, but it really does help. Thereâs just something about seeing you all sweet nâ dressed up, surrounded by cute, soft things...â He trailed off with an airy laugh. âMakes me feel⌠secure, yâknow? Like weâre keeping you safe.â
Something thick and jagged caught in your throat. ââŚthis was Suguruâs idea?â
If he heard you, then that was a question he wasnât interested in answering. âI meant the other part, too.â And then, with a slightly longer, more lingering kiss to the apex of your throat. âYou look really good in pink.â
You felt it a second later â a familiar shape pressing into your ass, already worryingly stiff. You pulled away from him, your disgust too reflexive to hide. ââŚit gets you hard to see adult women dressed like first-graders?â
âNo, princess.â A pause, a sudden nip to the side of your neck. âIt gets me hard when you dress like a first-grader.â
Thankfully, before you had time to start to unpack that, you heard the bedroom door open and glanced over your shoulder to find Suguru leaning against the frame. Concern was written clearly across his expression, but it dulled to affectionate exasperation when he saw Satoru wiping away your non-existent tears. âI thought I heard a struggle,â he explained, unprompted. You hadnât put up much of a physical fight yet, but they were both clearly concerned you would â the literal chain around your ankle was evidence enough of that. âIs it time for the little princess to take her medicine?â
You seized up at the mention of your âmedicineâ â sedatives administered in the form of tiny, heart-shaped pills that left you exhausted and disoriented for hours at a time, if they didnât knock you out entirely. It was what theyâd used the night theyâd taken you, and Suguru seemed to like to pull them out whenever you cried, or screamed, or did anything they shouldâve known to expect from an acclimating victim.
To his credit, Satoru didnât jump at the opportunity to drug you into oblivion. Not this time, at least. âShe got a little overwhelmed. I took care of it.â Â You slumped against him, letting yourself relax. That was your mistake, really. Maybe you shouldâve had more realistic expectations, too. âBut,â he went on, pushing another, sloppier kiss into your neck. âSheâs still pretty fragile. A few hours off probably wouldnât hurt.â
It was awful â how easily they could talk about you like some distant, abstract subject, how quickly they seemed to forget you were capable of listening when not addressed directly. With a smile, Suguru moved forward, resting one knee on the edge of your mattress while Satoru held you in place â keeping you from scrambling back as far as your chain would allow. You tried to grit your teeth, to keep your mouth shut, but Suguru only clicked his tongue, cupping your face with one hand while pressing something small and chalky against your pursed lips with the other. âDarling,â he drawled, infusing as much syrupy condescension into the pet name as was humanly possible. âYou remember what happens to bad girls who donât do what theyâre told, donât you?â
Instantly, your heart dropped. You remembered.
Driving your nails into your palms, you unlocked your jaw and hesitantly opened your mouth. Suguru barely waited for your lips to part before shoving the pill past your teeth and down your throat, keeping two lingers lodged in your airway even as you sputtered and gagged around him. It was less that you swallowed his pill and more that you wouldâve had to choke down anything he all-but force-fed you, but whatever you called it, Suguru was satisfied â drawing back with a pleased hum only to tap his saliva-coated fingers against Satoruâs lips, instead. You shut your eyes, but it wasnât enough.
The last thing you heard were the wet, stomach-turning noises of Satoruâs affection before everything went fuzzy.
~
You only really acted out once â about three weeks in, when the initial adrenaline was starting to fade and the slow, vicious dread of prolonged captivity had just begun to set in. You werenât allowed to leave your windowless, ambiently lit bedroom, and by end of the first week, time had turned into something viscous and unforgiving, the endless hours only broken up by visits from Satoru and Suguru. It was hard not to be constantly on edge â unsure if youâd been alone for hours and minutes, simultaneously dying to see them again and hoping you never would. It was hard to tell what they were thinking, when you were so caught in in your own spiraling thoughts to try and guess at theirs.
Speaking of â their dynamic had become a little clearer, even if how things had spiraled out of control so quickly was still lost on you. You and Satoru had always been the dominant personalities in your relationship, with Suguru as the calming presence that leveled the two of you out, setting arguments and keeping you from tearing out each otherâs throats. Now, though, the roles were reversed. Satoru was happy enough to spend most of his time treating you like an oversized, particularly uncooperative stuffed animal; something to cuddle and coo over, but not necessarily train or expect to reciprocate. Suguru, thoughâŚ
Suguru had expectations.
âI need you to hold still, love.â
Suguruâs fingers brushed over your spine as he fiddled with the complex array of buttons lining the back of tonightâs nightgown. Youâd seen your closest, knew they mustâve spent a small fortune on dresses and shoes and accessories, but Suguru still seemed to prefer you in sheer, cotton nightgowns and lacey lingerie and humiliatingly childish loungewear â nothing you wouldâve been able to wear outside of home, even if youâd put it on willingly. It was a blessing that Suguru and Satoru were as busy as they were â Satoru with his classes and Suguru with his religious group. Most of the time, youâd find Suguruâs chosen outfit on the foot of your bed and be trusted to dress yourself. Most of the time.
Just not tonight.
âSomeoneâs a little antsy.â It was Satoru, this time, as unhelpful as ever. He was sprawled across your bed, toying idly with your chain while you sat in front of a vanity on the other side of the room, deliberately avoiding your reflection in the tri-fold mirror. âYou shouldâve let me play with her in the tub. Then, she wouldnât have the energy to squirm.â
You felt your face burn. As if being forced to drink out of sippy cups and color with crayons wasnât enough, bathtime was quickly becoming one of your most unbearable daily trails. Suguru always made sure things stayed above-board, but having to watch Satoru fuck his own fist while Suguru lovingly dictated where, when, and how roughly to clean yourself wasnât much better than the alternative.
âAbsolutely not. Youâre too rough, and the last thing we want is for our princess to get bruised because you canât wait another half an hour.â Fenagling the last button into place, Suguru straightened his back, sighing contentedly. âCan you turn around for me?â
Biting down on the side of your tongue, you shifted on the velvet-cushioned stool, your back pressing into the edge of the vanityâs counter as you faced Suguru. Youâd made a point of not looking at yourself, but you could imagine what he saw â a thin nightgown clinging to your damp skin, your posture shrunken and your eyes downcast, every part of you made to seem small and helpless. If the feeling of his gaze burning into you wasnât telling enough, the overwhelming delight audible in his voice wouldâve given him away in a heartbeat. âSatoru, you have your phone, right? I want a picture. Andâoh.â Your eyes darted in his direction just in time to see him pull a stuffed animal from one of the larger stacks; a large, white rabbit teddy, its button eyes an overly familiar shade of blue. He held it by its ears as he handed it to you. âHold onto this for a second, love.â
You felt something tighten in your chest. You were in a bad position. You were in a bad place. You needed to be careful, and yet, when you finally managed to say something, you could only seem to spit out the one thing you knew he wouldnât want to hear. âI⌠I really donât want to take a picture right now, if thatâs alright.â
To his credit, Suguruâs didnât falter, his grin only wavering slightly. âLove,â He paused, sighed. âI didnât ask if you wanted to.â
âI know, butââ Your breath hitched in your throat. Really, it was a miracle you werenât already crying. âPlease, Suguru. Not right now.â
His expression darkened, and yet, the gentle sigh that slipped past his lips was nothing short of tender. Still holding the rabbit, he reached out â catching the lace of your nightgownâs collar with two fingers. For a second, he just played with the delicate fabric, careful not to damage it.
Then, before you could think to react, his fist was around your neck and you were being slammed into the vanity.
There was enough force behind the collision to splinter the wood upon impact, to knock the air out of your lungs and seed an awful knot of blinding pain in the back of your head. You gasped, but it was too late â his fist tightened around your throat and you couldnât breathe, couldnât think, couldnât move save what it took for your hands to find his and dig your nails into his wrist, his forearm, his knuckles, whatever you could reach. You never wouldâve been able to pry him off, but you didnât need to. He released you as abruptly as heâd lunged, and without his support, your body dropped off of the vanityâs now-dented desk and onto the carpeted floor, your dress falling into a limp heap around you. You were too shocked to cry, to sob, to scream. Suguru and Satoru had kidnapped you, dehumanized you, isolated you, but neither of them had ever hurt you. Theyâd neverâ
Except, that wasnât true, was it? They had hurt you. The first thing Suguru ever didwas hurt you, bending you over his knee the second you disobeyed him, and Satoru helped.
For your own sake, you decided to consider this an escalation, a new development. Something neither of them wouldâve been capable of, back when you still considered them your Suguru and your Satoru.
 You also decided, still for your own sake, that you couldnât afford to think about this any longer. Suguru was already moving on, lowering himself to your height, pouting as he raked his fingers through your now-disheveled hair and evaluated your newly wrinkled dress. âIâm sorry, princess. I mustâve lost my temper. I know you must be upset â having your pretty outfit ruined and all.â
He waited a beat, then asked, âDonât you have something to say to me?â
If you hadnât been so scared, you mightâve slapped him. Instead, you just bit down on your bottom lip and mumbled an unsure âI⌠Iâm sorry?â
âFor what, exactly?â
âForâFor talking back, and making you angry. I didnât mean to.â
âI know, love, I know. You would never mean to do anything like that.â He was still holding onto that fucking rabbit. You felt its velvet-soft material brush against your leg as he placed it, almost carefully, on the floor next to you. âIâll tell you what â there donât have to be any pictures. Why donât you take your medicine, and we can allgo to bed?â
âNo!â It was a purely automatic response, as reflexive as lashing out and latching onto his arm. When you realized what you were doing, you pulled away with a jolt, forcing your hands back into your lap and staring wide-eyed at the floor. âI mean, Iâm sorry, I justââ You swallowed harshly. âIsnât there⌠uh, another option? Please?â
Suguru opened his mouth, but Satoru cut in before he had the chance to answer. âThink itâs time to break out her pacifier, Suguru?â
You perked up. No part of you wanted to suck on a piece of plastic for the entertainment of your captors, sure, but it was better than the alternative. Fuck, you were having trouble of thinking of something that wasnât.
Suguru seemed to like the idea, too. He shot Satoru an appreciative smile before pushing himself to his feet, before turning his attention back to you, eagerly waiting for your next bout of psychological torture.
It was only when he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants that you realized your mistake.
You mightâve protested â or, whined, at least â but the back of your skull still ached, and you could still see Satoru smirking in your peripheral, and he was already forcing his boxers below his hips, already curling a hand around the shaft of his cock. Disgustingly, terrifyingly, he was half-hard; his bloated tip flushed a darker shade of red, beads of arousal leaking from his blunt head and dripping down his shaft. Your thoughts seemed to waver, then fry, then blot out altogether â like a video game glitching in the middle of a cut scene. Maybe you shouldâve just sat still for the fucking picture after all.
âThe poor thing looks so startled,â Suguru cooed, glancing to Satoru. âWhy donât you lend her a hand?â
You were vaguely aware of Satoru moving, shifting, pushing himself off of your bed and crouching behind you. His thumb pushed past your lips and hooked your lower jaw easing your mouth open with as little grace as you had remaining dignity. You tried to bite down, obviously, but Suguru took hold of your hair and pulled â the sharp spike of pain immediately dispelling any thoughts of disobedience. âHeâs helping you,â Suguru chimed, his voice taking on a cloying overtone. âYouâll have to thank him properly later on. When your mouth isnât full, I mean.â
It wasnât, but that changed quickly. Suguru was kind enough (or cruel enough) to move slowly, easing the head of his cock past your lips first, letting it sit on your tongue as you fought not to cringe against the bitter, musky taste. Satoru pulled his hand away as Suguru eased another inch into your mouth, then another, then another â letting out a rough groan as his tip hit the back of your throat with more than half of his shaft to spare. You fought the urge to gag, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Youâd given him head before, but itâd always been on your own terms, with Satoru waiting on the sidelines to bail you out if you ever got tired of choking on your boyfriendâs stupidly big dick. Now, though, Satoru didnât seem to want to do anything but breathe down your neck, and you doubted your consent was a factor either of them would stop to genuinely consider.
Ultimately, your enthusiastic cooperation proved unnecessary. Suguru kept his fingers tangled in your hair, his blunt nails biting into your scalp as he manually bobbed your head â slowly, at first, then faster, with enough force to leave your jaw sore after less than a minute of being split around his shaft. Saliva and pre-cum drooled from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chest and onto your nightgown, but if Suguru cared, the feeling of your throat convulsing around him was enough to warrant a momentary lapse in decency. âT-thatâs it,â he muttered, mostly under his breath. âGood, good girl. See what happens when youâre well-behaved?â
You felt Satoru shift behind you, his hands skirting over your back as he skillfully undid the buttons Suguru had spent so much time fussing over. A pair of large, velvet-soft hands grazed over your waist, then your sides, before reaching your chest and cupping your tits â kneading the soft tissue like a pair twin stress balls fitted perfectly to his palms. âShe looks better already,â Satoru laughed, thumbs swiping over your nipples. âYouâre gonna thank mommy for being so nice with you, right?â
Suguru snorted. âIâm mommy?â
âMhm. âcause youâre so pretty and you take such good care of our little princess.â He nudged you, propping his chin on your shoulder. âGo on, baby. Tell mommy how much you love him.â
You choked something out â more of a desperate whine than anything coherent â and Suguru threw his head back, cursing silently as his pace turned from sloppy to erratic. His cock battered into your throat with every thrust, your air supply constantly somewhere between minimal and nonexistent. It was only as the outskirts of your vision started to fade that Suguru hissed, gritting his teeth as he dragged your head into his hips, your nose pressing into his pubic bone and his cock so far down your throat, you could practically feel him in your lungs. A sudden twitch, a groaned exhale was all the warning you received before you felt something hot and thick fill your throat, your mouth, your diaphragm. He held you there for a moment, then another â savoring the sound of your fractured whimpering all-but drowned by his cum â before letting you go, watching through half-lidded eyes as you collapsed into Satoruâs waiting arms.
You lurched forward, moving to spit, to get him out of you, but Satoruâs hand was already covering your mouth â determined to keep Suguruâs taste on your tongue for that much longer. At the same time, you felt something small and soft being dropped onto your thighs, heard the shutter of a camera above you. Rather than trying to look at Suguru, you let your gaze fall to your lap.
Or, rather, the perfectly white, perfectly posed rabbit now resting peacefully on top of it.
~
It was two months before the chain came off â meaning, before Suguru and Satoru were happy enough with either your behavior or their security to let you roam freely (with heavy supervision, of course). It went without saying that you were ecstatic. You could barely sit still while Satoru undid the shackle, barely listen while Suguru told you their plans for the night â dinner and a movie marathon, not totally dissimilar to something you mightâve suggested when you still had the authority to be making suggestions. It didnât matter. You were just happy to be doing anything, especially if it meant you got to leave that godawful room.
You only realized that youâd still been picturing your old apartment when you stepped out of the bedroom an abruptly realized you werenât in an apartment at all, but a house â two stories with every window looking out onto a fence so tall, you wouldâve had to be on the roof to see over it. It was decorated sparely, with what few shelves there were littered sporadically with Satoruâs gundams or parts of Suguruâs ongoing trinket collection, but minimalism was an appreciated change compared to the ongoing sensory nightmare that was your bedroom. You gawked at every empty surface, every plain white wall as Suguru herded you to the kitchen, where Satoru was busy plating what looked like udon. The seating arrangement was strange â there were only two chairs at the dining room table, but you were too caught up in your own euphoria to care. You grabbed a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, fell into a seat, andâ
âSweetheart,â Suguru started, his voice somewhat strained. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âUh,â You glanced at your bowl, abruptly confused. âEating? I think?â
âAlmost, but not quite. I guess I canât blame you for not knowing.â He rounded the table, coming to stand at your side. You tried to get up, but it only took a hand on your shoulder to stop you. âEven something as simple as using utensils can be dangerous for little ones like you. Me and Satoru will be feeding you by hand, from now on.â
It was strange, really â how many little deaths you could die before going numb to it. It was terrible, how many times you could hear one of the two men you loved most in the world say you were more incapable than a literal child before it all just turned to static.
You wondered, distantly, if Suguru was offended that you didnât engage with this part of him more willingly. It was clearly sincere, if fucked-up, and if heâd ever bothered to ask, you probably wouldâve agreed to try it â not that you wouldâve had much of a choice, in the later stages of your relationship. It was different for Satoru â as long as you were trapped and at his mercy, heâd be happy. Suguru wanted something⌠different, more complex. Suguru wanted reliance.
Suguru wanted to break you down.
âIf you say so.â You heard your voice, felt your mouth moving, but you werenât talking. âCan I⌠um, would it be alright if I asked for something, first?â
Suguruâs satisfaction was almost palpable. âOf course. Anything for you.â
âI think Iâd like to take my medicine, now.â
Suguru answered quickly, but not quickly enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Satoru reach for the cabinet above the stove before thinking better of it and glancing over his shoulder, as if to make sure you hadnât seen. It took everything you had not to react as Suguru responded.
âOf course,â he said with an airy laugh, nearly purring. âNot right now, though â weâll wait until itâs closer to your bedtime. Try to focus on dinner.â
You only nodded eagerly, smiling sincerely for the first time in weeks.
~
It took two weeks for you to get your hands on their pills (you stole two, just in case), and three more to convince Satoru that a field trip â his description, not yours â wouldnât be that big of a deal, not if you kept it short, not if Suguru didnât find out. Heâd always been ecstatic when you visited him at his university (a historic private school, so unlike the local community college youâd gone to, the one you missed with all your heart), and besides, what was worst that could happen? He wasnât going to let you out of his sight, and the students were still on winter break. You could even wear your old clothes, just to make sure you didnât attract attention. Itâd just be the two of you, all alone in his office, with hours and hours and hours to kill. Really, how could it possibly go wrong?
You waited until you reached his office to slip both stolen pills into his coffee. Heâd barely gotten his belt off before the effects kicked-in, but still, you waited until heâd been reduced to a drooling, half-conscious shell of himself before making your escape.
Youâd been right â his campus really was deserted. You hurried past dark lecture halls and empty offices as you rushed in a direction you hoped would lead to an exit, glanced out of windows that looked onto lifeless courtyards as you thought about what to do next. The police werenât an option. They hadnât hurt you, not in any way youâd be able to prove, and even if you had the evidence, Satoru was rich, and to the law, there was no greater proof of innocence. You tried to think of phone numbers, of addresses, but you hadnât had many friends before meeting Satoru and Suguru, and theyâd made sure to whittle that unimpressive number down to zero over the course of your relationship. You cursed under your breath, even though there was no one around to hear you. You shouldâve taken Satoruâs wallet after he passed out. You wouldnât have been able to use to his cards, but it wouldâve been nice toâ
You rounded the next corner, then froze.
At the end of the hall, like an omen of death granted human form, stood Suguru.
You took a faltering step backward before breaking into a full, heart-pounding sprint. Suguru wasnât close, but he was close enough. He let you get all of three steps away before fist curled around the back of your shirt, his muscular arm wrapping around your midriff, trapping you with as much effort as it mightâve taken to lift a kitten by its scruff. Still, you thrashed, struggled, fought â throwing your elbow into his stomach and kicking at his legs as he lifted you off the ground entirely, pinning your body against his chest. He wasnât supposed to be here. You were told heâd be at his shrine today, all day, with a thousand little things to do thatâd keep him distracted until you got away. This wasnât fair. He wasnât supposed to beâ
âCalm down,â he muttered, his voice distant, cold. âYouâll only make this worse for yourself.â
Immediately, you went still. It was a vague threat, but it was a threat, and Suguru had never threatened you before.
Or, you didnât think he had, at least. It was getting so hard to tell, after everything theyâd done to you.
He didnât sigh, or shake his head, or speak again. He only lowered you back to the ground and, after taking your hand in his, led you back down the vacant halls, past the abandoned classrooms, and to the door of Satoruâs office. He paused outside of it, his dark eyes falling to you in a way you could only describe as void-like. You had to wonder why you every thought you knew him.
âYou were trying toâŚ?â
He didnât say it, but he didnât have to. Reluctantly, you nodded, and Suguru turned away from you, shouldering open the office door.
Satoru was on his feet, but only barely. He was supporting himself on the corner of his desk, his pale face flushed red and his clothes noticeably disheveled. At some point, heâd lost his sunglasses, and you watched his sky-blue eyes go wide as Suguru crossed the threshold with you following shortly after. âSuguru, princess.â His voice was weak, breathy. You could only imagine how youâd sounded strung out on their sedatives. âHow far did she get? She caught me off-guard, butââ
Suguru let go of your hand and closed the distance between him and Satoru. You heard the sharp crack before you could process what he was doing â saw Suguru raise his hand and Satoruâs head snap to the side without ever linking either action with the other. Even Satoru, always so resilient, took a moment to recover, his expression going blank as Suguru spoke, unphased. âIf you ever leave me, Iâll break your legs so badly, youâll never be able to walk again.â You didnât have to wonder if he meant it. It didnât matter if he meant it. The words alone left shaking too violently to move, let alone run. âAnd if you do anything to help her, Iâll gut you alive.â
Your eyes darted to Satoru, to his visibly swollen cheek. Somehow, he seemed even more flushed than he had seconds before, his eyes half-lidded and his lips slightly parted. If you hadnât known better, you mightâve thought he lookedâ
Oh, god.
You shouldâve gotten away when you had the chance.
Of course, things only got worse when he opened his mouth. âYes, mommy.â
âGet on the couch and lay down. Itâs not like youâre good for anything else, right now.â
âI will, mommy.â
He obeyed mechanically, collapsing onto the well-worn sofa that sat against the far wall. Youâd always thought it was too big, too bulky, especially in such a confined state. When you asked Satoru why he bothered to keep it, heâd just laughed and claimed he liked to keep his guests comfortable.
You doubted you counted as a guest. Then again, you doubted you were going to be very comfortable, either.
Suguru glanced over his shoulder, his lifeless stare boring into you. âStraddle his waist and help him undress. You did this, so youâll be taking responsibility.â
Fear was a surprisingly strong motivation. You were scrambling onto the sofa before you had a chance to think, planting a knee on either side of Satoruâs hips as you fumbled clumsily with his shirt. For his part, Satoru was either incapable of or unwilling to help you â a distant, careless smile soon painting itself across his lips as he watched you struggle. When he did move, it was only to bring a hand to the back of your neck and drag you downward, his mouth crashing into yours. It was less of a kiss and more of a sloppy attempt to choke you to death with his tongue, but Satoru still groaned as you separated, his face immediately finding the crook of your neck. âSo glad Suguru got you back,â he slurred, nuzzling into you. âHeâs so hot when he gets all jealous like that.â
You were only half-listening to him, already distracted. Suguru had moved, too â kneeling behind you, his hands finding your hips and dragging them into the air. Your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties to the side, and just as abruptly, three of Suguruâs broad fingers were pushed into your cunt. You whimpered at the sudden, borderline painful intrusion, but Suguru only scoffed. âBe grateful youâre getting this much prep. Itâs already more than you deserve.â
That didnât do anything to stop the pain, though. Suguru was merciless â sheathing his digits to the knuckle, spreading his fingers apart, making it clear that he wasnât doing this for your pleasure, even if he didnât seem to be getting much out of it, either. You tried to shut your eyes, to grit your teeth and bare it, but any attempts to ignore reality were swiftly cut short by the feeling of his unoccupied hand coming down on your ass with enough force to bruise. âDid I say could stop?â
He hadnât, but Satoru was making things difficult â keeping you slotted against him as closely as you could. As Suguruâs fingers fucked into you, you managed to get an arm between your body and his, for the waistband of his jeans down just far enough to earn a satisfied grunt from Suguru. Strangely, the worst part wasnât the strain in your cunt, or the heat of Satoruâs cock pressing into your stomach, but the feeling of Satoruâs wide, toothy grin pressing into the side of your neck â tangible proof of his euphoria. It was awful â just how clearly he was enjoying this. At least Suguru had the decency to go blank.
It was too much too suddenly with too little build up, but Suguru knew your body and, more damningly, your body knew him. Barely a minute had passed before you felt arousal stain the inside of your thighs, before the sound of his digits plunging into you took on a distinctive wet quality. You let your head lull into Satoruâs chest and dig your teeth into your tongue, willing away any embarrassing noises that wouldâve added to your ongoing degradation, but if Suguru cared, you couldnât tell. He soldiered on with that brutal, unyielding pace, ignoring your clit entirely in favor of beating his frustration directly into your pussy. Really, it was a miracle you felt anything at all. Well, anything beyond pain, anyway.
It was only when you tensed against Satoru, when you finally let a single, fractured moan slip past your haphazardly sealed lips, that Suguru abruptly stopped; pulling out of you before you could fully process what was happening. You glanced over your shoulder, misplaced disappointment softening the harsher edges of your fear, but Satoru was quick to catch your chin â redirecting your attention back to him. âWhere do you think youâre going, princess?â he asked, rocking his hips into yours. âYouâve gotta stay on my good side too, remembered?â
As if you could forget.
Behind you, Suguru glowered. âIâll deal with you when we get home.â To Satoru, and then, to you, âDo it. Make sure he doesnât cum.â
Your instructions were clear, albeit unappreciated. Satoru let you straighten your back, his hands kneading at your thighs as you picked yourself up and, as mindlessly as you could, aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. You wanted to move slowly, to give your abused cunt time to adjust, but Suguru proved uncharacteristically impatient; taking you by the shoulders and spearing you on Satoruâs cock before you could so much as consider protesting. You went stiff, your brain too busy trying to make sense of your sudden fullness to order your body to move, but Satoru didnât seem to mind â only tightening his vice-like hold and bucking into you from below, his cock battering into the deepest, most vulnerable part of you without the slightest trace of concern.
You were too startled to make noise, but Satoru had always been so much louder than you, so much more eager to pour out his every little thought. âSheâs so fucking tight,â he breathed, grinding into you. âBeen ages since I had her on top of me, too. Almost forgot howââ A slight gasp, a pitchy whine, âAlmost forgot how pretty she could get, sitting on her daddyâs lap.â
Your sight blurred, and a few seconds later, you realized you were crying. Suguru didnât respond, but you heard fabric shifting, felt one of his hands disappear for a moment before returning, now on the center of your back. With more force than he really had to use, he shoved you back down, pressing you flat against Satoru as he maneuvered himself behind you. Space was limited, availability even more so, but still, it wasnât until you felt the head of his cock press against your stuffed slit that you realized what he was doing.
âNâno,â It was almost impressive, just how quickly you abandoned what was left of your pride. You tried to pick yourself back up, but Satoru was a snare â an arm looking around your waist while the other found your hip, holding you still for Suguru. âPlease, you canât, itâs notâIt wonât fit, andââ
And, just like that, Suguru was pushing into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. As his hips pressed into your ass and he let out a quiet, almost inaudible groan, you could only wonder if either of them had ever really loved you.
There was a lapse â more for their sakes than yours â before Satoru started moving, already acclimated. âSuch a good girl,â he drawled, grinding into you, seemingly unhappy unless he and Suguru were both fully planted inside of you. âSee? Itâs not that bad, right? I knew youâd be able to handle it.â
But you couldnât. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, hitched sobbed and agonized moans trickling past your lips every time either of them moved. Suguru sucked in a shuddering breath, then planted a hand on the small of your back, thrusting into you sharp and deep â his movements a stark contrast to Satoruâs. The stretch along was unbearable. Even on your best days, youâd struggle to take either of them to the hilt. Taking both seemed fantastical, implausible, fatal. It was genuinely surprising that you werenât already dead.
It was doubly as surprising, then, that it felt so good.
 Most of it had to be your own fried nerves trying to make the best of it, to get you through this as quickly and as painlessly as was possible. You werenât in control of anything; not your hands as they clawed blindly at Satoruâs chest, not your hips as you bucked pitifully into Suguru, and certainly not your cunt as it clenched even tighter around the cocks splitting it open. Satoru let out an airy laugh, two fingers dropping to your neglected clit. âItâs okay, baby, you deserve to feel good too,â he gushed, pushing lazy circles into the small bundle of nerves, drawing out yet another miserable sob. âTold you sheâd like it.â
âSheâs not supposed to,â Suguru grunted, digging his nails into your waist. Still, that didnât stop him from burying himself inside of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. You couldnât be sure what it was â the fullness, maybe, or the overstimulation, or your own desperation to just get this over with â but your vision burnt white, your body convulsing against Satoruâs as you came undone around them. Satoru followed shortly after, digging his teeth into the curve of your neck as he pumped something searing and vileinto you. Suguru let out a rough, throaty growl â throwing his head forward and hilting himself entirely inside of you. You shook your head, pleading silently, but he didnât seem to care, didnât seem to notice, and even if he had, you doubted it wouldâve been enough to stop him from cumming inside of you, from ensuring that no part of you was left uncorrupted.
There was a short period of numb, thoughtless stillness â filled only by Suguruâs panting, Satoruâs mindless cooing, and the absence of your voice. Suguru shifted, and for a second, you panicked, convincing yourself that there was more, that he wasnât done â but he only pulled out of you, fixing his clothes with his eyes focused pointedly on the point where your cunt was still stretched around Satoruâs cock, where it leaked and drooled onto Satoruâs lap. You werenât so resilient, letting your eyes fall shut and slumping against Satoru.
For the very first time, as you lost consciousness, you felt the smallest, tiniest, most microscopic spec of relief that, at the very least, you wouldnât be responsible for cleaning yourself up.
~
âStay in the car. Iâll call when itâs time for you to bring her in.â
The ride had been near-silent, only occasionally interrupted by an odd comment from Satoru or a hissed warning from Suguru. Suguru drove while Satoru held onto you in the back seat, keeping you gathered in his arms, his jacket draped loosely over your shoulders. Satoru only nodded as Suguru let himself out, making no move to follow. Whatever this was, they mustâve already talked about it while you were blacked out.
You waited until Suguru had disappeared into the house before speaking, your voice hoarse and unsteady. âHe hit you.â
âMhm. You did a number on my chest, too.â
âButââ You cut yourself off and started over. âHe hit you.â
He flashed you a smile, as careless as it was dismissive. âWhat do you want me to say, baby?â
âThat this insane. That heâs insane.â You crossed your arms over your chest, curling into yourself. âYou can leave, Satoru â we can leave together. All weâd have to do isââ The air hitched in your throat, but you managed to snarl something out. ââfucking go.â
âAnd why would we want to do that, exactly?â
âWhy wouldnât we?â
Satoru laughed, the sound breathy and light. âBecause,â he said, nuzzling into your hair, âSuguru loves me. He loves us. You should know that â after today, especially.â
You opened your mouth, but shut it just as quickly.
This time, you had a feeling that heâd given you the only answer he was going to.
The next few minutes passed slowly. Satoru kept himself occupied, pushing slow, lingering kisses into your cheek and neck, while you stared mindlessly out of the window, trying to savor the last minutes of sunlight that youâd have for a long, long time. Eventually, Satoruâs phone buzzed. He didnât even bother to check it before gathering you up in his arms and carrying you inside. You expected him to take you back to your bedroom, with its stuffed-animal lined shelves and bright pink walls and polished silver chain, but instead, he turned down a hallway youâd never seen before, into a bedroom that was distinctly not yours. Suguru was waiting for him, standing in the doorway to a dark closet. The edges of his lips quirked upward when he saw you. It wasnât quite a smile, but it was the closest thing youâd gotten to one from him all day.
Satoru placed you next to him, and your attention turned back to the closet. Any clothes or shoes had been cleared out to make room for a single, silver dog crate, nearly big enough to stretch from one wall to the other. The bottom was padded with a light pink blanket that you recognized from your bed, and a white rabbit plush had been left in the far right corner. A deadbolt hung, undone, from the open kennel door.
You mightâve broken down entirely, if you hadnât been so devastated.
Suguruâs voice was deafening and serene, as beautifully composed as it was unspeakably terrible. âGet in, love.â
âIâm notââ
âYou should probably listen to him,â Satoru cut in, placing a hand on your shoulder. âThis is just about the nicest thing he suggested.â
You swallowed, your heart failing to beat. Out of some ancient, primal, preservatory instinct, your body moved towards the crate, falling to its knees and bowing its head to fit inside. The kennel was big for a dog, not for a person. You had just enough room to huddle against the farthest wall as Suguru slid the door into place, the deadbolt locking with a sadistic click.
âIt really is a shame,â he muttered, shaking his head. âI was hoping you could be our darling princess for a little longer, but Iâm sure youâll make a much better bitch.â
Satoru helped him back to his feet, and together, they retreated back to the closet door, Satoru casting one more lovesick smile over his shoulder as he shut the door behind them, leaving you in total, endless, solitary darkness.
Your wretched sobs echoed off the barren walls as you finally started to cry.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen iimagines#yandere gojo satou#gojo satoru x reader#yandere geto suguru#geto suguru x reader
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sub yandere inmate x gn! prison warden reader
thank u all for 1000+ notes on my last post omg....<3 short fic about an idea i had as i work on part 2 of the sub yandere x himbo reader âĄâĄâĄ kinda wriothesley inspired coz thats bae...
cw: mentions of nsfw
"so let me get this straight." you sighed, looking at the man who was currently on the other side of the bars in disappointment. "you beat up some of the other inmates and got into a fight because.... they were talking shit about me?"
"exactly..... they were saying you were too strict! but they don't know how much you care for us.... such ungrateful bastards." his last words came out with an obvious distaste. he held the bars of his cell tightly, looking into your eyes imploringly for any sign of validation. "aren't... aren't you proud of me?"
you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "no. you can't just hurt other people for my sake. i'm your warden. i can handle a few snarky comments." he had always been rather attached to you, but he had been acting overly clingy and whiny in the past few weeks. you wondered if solitary confinement was finally getting to his head.
at your words, he crumbled a little, sadness evident in the lines of his pout. your approval meant everything to him, so you being annoyed with him was the worst feeling in the world. but all of a sudden, he perked back up, seemingly coming up with a devilish idea. his voice dropped to a low whisper. "you know.... if you're that upset with me, i'm always ready for punishment." to get his point across, he pressed his ass to the bars, moaning softly as he felt the cold metal graze his hole. "a spanking would be perfect."
you immediately took a step back, glaring at him. "i don't believe in corporal punishment." you said sternly, trying to deter him from getting any more perverted ideas in his head. "you're not even really interested in getting better, are you?"
"whaaat. i am! come onnnnn. the only way you can get me to behave is if you spank me. i'll be a good boy. i promise."
"you know what would be a better punishment?"
"what?" his eyes light up at the thought of you taking the initiative to put him in his place.
"if i don't partake in your twisted scenarios and leave right now. try not to get into any more fights, okay?" you walked away, shaking your head as you wondered what on earth you would do with this pathetic man.
"seriously? no! come back...." he whined, slumping back down onto his bed, defeated. but at least he had got your attention with that stunt... you had been paying far more attention to the other inmates recently.
he giggles to himself, staring up at the ceiling of his cell. a few years meant nothing, if it meant that once he was out he could live out the rest of his days as your malewife, taking care of your every need. that was the one thing keeping him going. you wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him of his fantasy, would you?
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(yandere! sleepy bf x gn! reader)
"hey, i wanna break up."
"baby..."
your boyfriend mumbles, turning to you as he rubs his eyes. you watch as he moves closer to you, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. you stiffen slightly, not knowing what to do before you reluctantly accept his touches. it's not like you could push him away anyways, his arms were wrapped around you tightly after all.
"babe, i know some relationships come to an end sometimes. not everything is meant to last."
"uh huh?"
"well," your boyfriend pauses, arms tightening around you as he purses his lips. "that is true. some things are just not meant to last."
you raise an eyebrow at his words, confused at what he was trying to say. what the hell was the point of this? you just wanted to break up, why was he talking about relationships and life?
"but darling, that isn't happening with us."
what?
"you thought you could just come into my life, have some fun, then leave? oh no you're so very wrong."
his grip tightens and his usually comforting hands are now filled with possessive fury as he grips your wrists, pinning you under him. you could only watch in horror as you realize that you've angered him with your request to break up. right, he only gets energy when it concerns you. you should've known he'd react like this.
"we will never be breaking up, you hear me? you're mine forever and now, just like i am yours till the end of time itself."
you could only stare silently before gulping as he stares dead into your eyes, glaring harshly before he relaxes and goes back to nuzzling against the crook of your neck.
"you're not leaving me. so let's just sleep now, yeah?"
he mumbles softly, immediately falling asleep as though he had exhausted all energy with reminding you of who you belonged to. well, he did. that was the most energy you've seen from him since the start of the week and it's sunday.
"ugh... this sucks..."
"say that one more time and i'll give you something else to suck."
he wasn't sleeping?!
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You up? Give us some delicious yandere stuff đ let's say... Fae King yandere and changeling darling đâ¨
This turned into a full fic :3 ~â
In honor of some monster fucking!
Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling
tw: NSFW ⢠Obsessive/Possessive Themes ⢠Non-Human Morality ⢠Kidnapping ⢠afab Reader ⢠￟Dubcon ⢠Oral (F) ⢠Grooming (reader is of consenting adult age) ⢠Forced Mating ⢠Imprisonment ⢠Violence (not toward reader) ⢠Implied Murder ⢠Rough Sex ⢠Praise ⢠Overstimulation ⢠Dumbification ⢠Belly Bulge ⢠Size Kink
Part Two: Here
ââŚhicâŚsniffâŚâ
Dark eyes glanced into the cool night, curious as to what creature was disturbing his evening.
ââŚhicâŚâ it came again, much to his chagrin.
The still lake reflected the full moon like a mirror. To his left, not too far off, he honed in on the disturber. Something small and curled up. Shaking. The oddity enough to catch his full attention as he stood silently. The night his home and prison as he swiftly left in a puff of smoke over to the location of his intruder.
You.
His first instinct to end your miserable life, a human somehow entering his domain and crossing his barriers, but upon a closer look⌠he realized you were of his own kind.
A changeling at that. An abandoned fae left to die in the hands of mortals. Few if any live to maturity like this, but your short human stature led him to believe your growth was surely stunted due to neglect. Young fae needed abundant love and care in their infancy, the first 100 years of life incredibly crucial for their development. Least they end up like him and his kingdom. You were even younger than full maturity, though your physical body had completed itâs growth, your magic was weak and juvenile.
You were making odd noises which drew his curiosity, moving closer to your form, face buried in your lap as you hunched over your drawn up legs. Your feet were bare as the edges of the water lapped at them. Clothing sparse and tattered, rags unfit for even a human, let alone a Fae nearing maturity.
âNoisy little thing,â he hums aloud, startling you as you jolt and nearly throw yourself into the water. Your neck snaps up, pretty face swollen and blotchy from tears looking up and up until you saw a creature looming over you.
Your scream is cut off by a clawed dark hand, slapping over your mouth and muffling the cry as you try to jerk away in fear and panic. He watches in mild amusement, snickering as you realize your struggle is futile and efforts dying down. âScream if you like, but none other than I will hear it out here.â He assures ominously, thin onyx colored lips pulling back to bare his razor sharp canines and pearly teeth at you. His grin savage and delighted in your terror.
He watches curiously as your wide doe eyes well up with tears, the crystalline droplets spilling up and over your cheeks, soft lips quivering beneath his palm. You reminded him of an animal imploring their predator for mercy by revealing their underbelly. There was a word for itâŚ
Cute. His mind conjured at last. He found you cute, a changeling bold enough to intrude into the kingdom of the corrupted. You hadnât even dropped the mirage covering you, old magic from your biological family still covering your natural appearance to mimic the human you parasitized off the life of.
âWhy do you cry little one?â He asks softly, attempting not to terrify you further and avoid his questions.
You hesitate, but his molten gold eyes seem to melt through your defenses despite his dangerous and beautiful appearance. âIâm wrong,â you sniffle, grateful when he removes his enormous hand off your face, the sharp claws tipped in gold frightening against your soft breakable skin. âAll wrong⌠and I donât know what to do.â You curl back up around yourself, as if he too will cast judgement upon you.
He awkwardly mimics your stance, curiosity blazing as watches you in fascination. You find the way his monstrously large form contorts to sit like you somewhat baffling and amusing, less frightened now that he doesnât seem to wish you harm.
âHow are you wrong then?â He pries further, cupping his defined jaw and leaning into his hand as he observes.
âIâm notâŚIâm not humanâIâm aâaâ,â you stumble, unsure if this night is even real anymore. The shock so great youâre still trying to cope.
âA faery?â He supplies, amused by the way you gesture with your hands, expression so open and easy to read. âA changeling raised amongst humans to feed off their happiness?â His deep voice purrs it happily, as if heâs glad for it.
He is. His hatred of humans not something he feels the need to hide.
You appear devastated though, âI didnât mean toâI donât want to hurt or make anyone unhappy.â You mumble miserably, tugging at your hair and skin, as if that will dispel the magic which hides your true appearance.
âThatâs just how our kind is, we need that happiness to grow properly.â He rubbles, eyeing your shocked expression. âWe also happen to be fickle creatures ironically, and if a newborn is thought to need too much care, it is pawned off on humans who have more patience.â He clarifies, smiling as you seem to take him in with new eyes.
âYouâ are you a faery too? You just seemâŚâ he chuckles as you awkwardly trail off.
âEvil? Centuries ago humans once called me the devil,â he laughs, his dark hair falling into his face like a waterfall as he shakes the loose fluffy curls, his pointed horns jutting from the top of his forehead jet black and smooth like ivory. He was too beautiful to call a devil, though you supposed it could be because of that which he was deemed so. His every feature seeming to catch your gaze with itâs beauty.
âI was going to say differentâŚâ you trail off shyly. âYou donât seem evil to me at least.â
He pauses, taking you in again as you regard him with those harmless eyes still wet with drying tears. Itâd been centuries too since heâd left his kingdom, the entrance to the veil this lake he occasionally comes up to lounge by. He hasnât seen a human since then, let alone a changeling or uncorrupted little faery like you.
He likes those pretty tears. He finds it annoying you shed them for humans you should guiltlessly take from.
His smile widens, eyes glittering mischievously and nearly glowing as he leans closer. The smell of sugar and cinnamon wafting off of him as you breathe in, nearly gasping as your mouth waters.
âHowâs this little one? Iâll teach you how to be a faery, to show you there is nothing wrong with you.â
His eyes, where they should be white are entirely inky black, golden irises with reddened pupils framed by dark thick lashes, looked sincerely upon you.
He seemed genuine and kind despite his towering humanoid figure which looked to be capable of killing you easily.
It warmed you though, the thought of wanting to belong strong as you nod with a smile.
âIâd be eternally grateful.â You nod.
Sealing your fate.
âTell me your name.â He asks sweetly, because despite his menacing size and sharp teeth and nails, your new friend was nothing but kind and gentle with you.
âY/Nâ you reply easily, letting him playfully ruffle your hair as he picks out the leaves which got tangled in your locks from your travels here.
When he repeats it though, wonderful shivers shoot down your spine. He smiles, cooing at you like one might a baby as a he teases, âSuch a cute name for a cute faery.â
You weakly protest, but fall into easy laughter as he swiftly changes the subject.
He was discussing proper fae etiquette. The basics, to not say please or thank you or Iâm sorry. They all meant you expected more from the other or wouldnât reciprocate, and that was just bad manners.
His soft hands, which could easily cover your entire face, were settled on your upper arms, having sat you in the grass against his chest.
He liked holding you close. Your little figure so soft, and from the dark circles beneath your human appearance, he assumed the neglect from the humans you resided amongst was growing worse. It was bad for your development.
âYou should come live out here, they are vile creatures you know.â He comments every time you visit, though he never forces you to stay with him.
âItâs because I make them unhappyâŚâ you explain sheepishly.
He shakes his head, thick brow arching as he rolls his eyes. âYou are nearly completely mature now, you suck no happiness from your surroundings anymore silly girl.â Your confusion was palpable as he sighs and further explains, enjoying the squish of your tender flesh as he lightly squeezes you.
âWhile it is true fae infants are quite the hassle to raise, it isnât as tortuous as humans make it out to be. In fact, most fae will take their child back if not treated well by their human surrogates.â
You hum, relaxing back against his warm chest and breathing in his sugary scent.
âSo why wasnât Iâ,â you stop short, brows furrowed but no longer speaking.
He doesnât pry further, leaning his chin atop your head as he looks out at the lake.
âYou wonât tell me?â You push, annoyed how he dances around your question endlessly. Your companion close enough that you feel insulted he wonât reveal it.
âMy name is not to be uttered aloud, least calamity befall this land~â heâs teasing, you know he is, but still he refuses to divulge his name. âI gave you mine,â you argue again, huffing as he chuckles and lightly shoves you to your back on the grass, leaning over you and caging you in beneath him.
The moon is bright like the first time youâd met, illuminating his other worldly beauty.
âIf you wish to call me something, call me Master,â he laughs, his sharp teeth no longer scaring you, but making your thighs squeeze together whenever he flashes them. He acts nothing like an immortal being, too immature and jovial to resemble someone having lived for thousands of years.
âSo why do you get my name, but I donât get yours?â You question in annoyance, avoiding his kiss to your cheek by jerking your face away. He huffs, sharp gaze daring you to dodge again.
You do. Earning yourself a warning nip to your collarbone as you yelp.
âMean!â You cry, pushing at his chest as he snickers.
âYes little flower, I am very, very, mean.â He rumbles, chest literally vibrating much like a cat does to purr.
âYou give me weird nicknamesâŚâ you mutter, giving up as he licks your cheek. You donât fight it, even as it feels foreign to you, trying to accept this side of your culture.
He licks your neck, lavishing the point where your pulse races with wet kisses and you tremble and struggle to act unaffected beneath him.
His smile is dangerous outside your view.
âStar!â You giggle, his rumble of irritation not the least intimidating to you as you roll away.
âThat is an awful nickname.â He hisses, face twisted in disgust as you throw out the most horrendous names you could conjure in your pretty head at him.
âLumi!â He growls.
âThen⌠Kitty?â He nearly bites you, careful not to play too roughly as he lightly tackles you down.
âIf I give you a nickname, will you cease your little game?â He feels his anger fade as he wraps his arms around your smaller figure, easily pulling you into his lap. You donât even flinch, too engrossed in your amusement to care where he handles you. You nod happily, your wish finally being fulfilled.
âVery well you stubborn creature,â he chides, âIn addition to Master, you may also call me King.â
You frown. Clearly displeased by the lack of intimacy in the name. He laughs, amused by your obvious dislike. He kisses your puffed cheeks, over your pouty lips, and down to your vulnerable neck. Snickering as he goes, adoring how you so easily become pliant for him.
âI am teasing pretty flower, there was a time long ago I was called Ava, will you settle now?â He asks, voice husky as he sucks a mark into your skin, your little whine flaring his desires.
A strong urge to press you down and mate you nearly overpowers his control, but he merely holds you close and breathes your floral scent in to calm himself.
âI still prefer KittyâŚâ His eye twitches.
âAva⌠this feels weirdâŚâ he pauses, looking down at your small form still cloaked like a human. Weak beneath him, partially nude as your skirt is pulled up to your soft belly. Your thighs are spread and shaking, his lips sucking another mark onto the thin skin of your inner thigh while you writhe.
He had your wet dripping slit open to the night air and his lustful gaze, begging for his tongue to taste.
âYou donât want to please me?â He asks, purring as you pout but deny. You were such a good little girl for him after all, so eager to learn and soak up his attention.
He resumes, licking down your thigh until his face rested above the warm mound you so sweetly offered him.
âYouâre being so good for me petal, can you keep your legs open or should I help you?â He doesnât need to look up to know youâre shaking in arousal and embarrassment. He can feel the tremors through the air as you struggle to keep your thighs spread as he asked.
âI-I need helpâŚâ you admit, feeling terribly hot as he keeps licking you, except where you seem to ache for him to lick.
He easily shifts forward, arms wrapping around you and letting your legs rest over his shoulders as he finally lets his tongue slip out to taste you.
You glance down, choking at the sight and feeling as he lets his entire tongue come out, the appendage inhumanly long and colored purple. It feels strange, the wet slimy feeling of his tongue slithering through your folds, but when he nudges the tiny nub hidden above your slit, you moan.
It sends jolts of electricity through you, hips canting up so he can to lick there again, earning you a hearty chuckle as he obliges. Licking and even curling his tongue around it, riling you up as your tiny hole leaks arousal and drips down your ass to the earth below.
âYouâre making a mess petal, do you feel good? Should I stick my tongue inside you this time?â You moan, feeling the muscle prod at your unused vaginal entrance, too hazy to bother responding. He doesnât wait for your answer, letting the thin tip of his tongue lap and taste your heady desire before poking and wiggling inside you.
It has your legs shooting straight, back arching as he holds you down with one large hand placed over your belly and chest. He groans as he feels the molten texture of your insides struggling against his intrusion, trying to force him out of your tight heat as he surges forward.
The tip of his tongue curls, swirling up and knocking the air from your lungs as a rush of hot liquid spills from your insides for him to drink down.
You shook and twitched, moaning and curling your hands around his curved horns like a handle.
The touch sends blood racing to his cock, as he moans and loudly slurps your cum down with audible squelching, enjoying the cries you released into the quiet night.
He lets you rest as he pulls back for just a moment, your body limp and panting as your high comes down.
âGood girl~â he praises, leaning over you to kiss softly at your sweaty skin, licking that too and tasting the sweet and salty mixture.
Then heâs pressing his lips against yours, forcing them open to sneak his long tongue inside your mouth, filling it and claiming that space too as his own. Youâre helpless to resist, delirious on pleasure as he devours you, wiggling muscle curling and rubbing erotically around your own.
He tastes like sugar and something heavier, more musky, as you come to realize it as your own taste.
âIs this⌠really normalâŚ?â You can help but ask as he pulls away, his lips still sticking close to trail kisses across your skin.
âItâs quite normal little flower, are you shy still?â He asks curiously, lifting one of your small hands and bringing it to his face, his size dwarfing you considerably. He lightly nibbles on your fingers, making a giggle bubble up as you smile and then squirm when he grins and licks your hand instead.
âA littleâŚâ you admit honestly. Always so honest and open.
He nods, as if completely understanding.
âThatâs alright, weâre in no rush, Iâll teach you slowlyâŚâ thereâs something else not said in his words, and youâre left drunk on his pheromones and lips as he distracts you. Then heâs kissing down, discarding your clothing and leaving you naked for his mouth and curious fingers.
Your breasts are lavished in his saliva, pebbled nipples sucked until standing upright before poked down with the tip of his tongue playfully. Always so playful, Ava nips and teases your skin, blinking innocently when you moan and glare accusingly.
âItâs not my fault you enjoy this so much petal~â he pouts, looking comical and so harmless, his glittery gold wings, almost translucent behind him, fluttering as if indignant to your silent accusation.
The golden tattoos which marked his skin more visible tonight, his clothing more minimal in his wish to feel more of you as he explores and plays.
Then heâs parting your thighs and throwing you into ecstasy again.
âWho did it?â
You sat curled around yourself, terror and dread swirling inside of you at the new side of Ava youâd never been graced with before.
The side you supposed was reserved for his enemies, but now showed to you.
Despite your fear, the tears spilling down your cheeks, and the injuries you bore, you still remained stubbornly silent.
He was going insane with rage and anguish.
You truly were a flower. So delicate and easily destroyed.
âY/N⌠while I am being reasonableâŚTell. Me. Who. Did. It.â
For all the times heâd made himself smaller, less alarming and more charming than his true nature called for, it made this time more appallingly. He stood to his full height, like an unwavering tree he did not budge or allow you to leave, golden eyes flaring and mixing with his red pupils to create something alarming. Even the markings which covered his dark skin seemed to glow and match his eyes, magic crackling in the air and silencing the night further.
As if the stars and moon were frightened too.
Still, still, you did not speak, even as he closed in on you, your fear so strong it almost choked him. Almost. He was too angry, too furious with the humans he liked to cast out of his mind. They needed to be taught a lesson it seemed. Their fear of the Fae renewed. They were becoming arrogant, as if their species was even in the same standing as them.
Your pretty injured face and form, battered from abuse and humiliation, was all the information he truly needed.
If you wanted to protect them, and not tell him, then heâd just punish them all as if they were the culprits.
It soothed him finally, his decision made as the ominous energy around him faded slowly. He let his rage dissipate, worry and concern bleeding through now as he crouched and shuffled towards you, claws spread and outstretched towards you.
âCome here Y/N, keep your secrets, but allow me to hold and comfort youâŚâ his eyes darkened, the glow leaving behind almost a copper color, somber as he looks at you. Thereâs not pity in his eyes though, as you swallow and sigh in relief, grateful to crawl into his warm embrace where it feels safe.
Heâs gentle as he wraps you in his arms, lips and tongue soothing as he tastes your tears and blood.
He grits his teeth, focusing on your scent and the feel of you to calm himself again, before letting his magic seep into your skin. You easily absorbed it, soaking it up like a sponge as your pain and injuries heal.
âAvaâ?â Your eyes widen, amazement in their depths which stroke his ego as he taps his forehead against your own. His horns slightly tangling in your hair.
âDo you not want to drop the illusion on yourself?â He asks softly, staring at the human image your portray. He didnât want to admit it, but it enraged him to see you still trying to live amongst them.
You seem surprised, before looking away nervously.
âIt just feels strange⌠to not see myself anymore,â you confess, burrowing deeper into his chest while enjoying his ability to heal and soothe you. His sugary smell lightening your heavy heart.
He nods slowly, eyes staring at nothing over the still lake.
He holds you a little tighter.
Then youâre asleep.
The burns and screams of the people echo, the night come to life with flames and chaos.
Ava stands leisurely, smile filled with fondness as he watches the human village heâd followed and found to be your residence burn.
Heâd spent all night playing with them, listening to them confess the awful things theyâd done to you, said to you, and tried to do to you. They even thought of sacrificing you to some nonexistent deity, which only prolonged the nightmare heâd turned the populace into.
He laughed as the sounds swirled into music for his ears, the sharp points curling in delight as he hummed a tune older than the trees towering in this forest.
The night was still coming to an end sadly, and heâd need to return to your unconscious body still where heâd left it.
He didnât want to let you wake in your new home alone after all.
His body covered in the blood of mortals heâd torn into and feasted on, Ava left them to perish.
Alone you woke. In a bed four times the size of any normal one, within the walls of a palace youâd only ever seen depicted in stories told by faraway travelers.
You glanced down, at hands unlike ones you were accustomed to seeing. You were nude, unable to hide from yourself as you felt tears begin to sprout. The illusion magic wasnât working, and you couldnât understand why.
This body was your true form, not that of the human you continuously tried to convince yourself you were. You hadnât showed Ava, too afraid heâd see your appearance and dislike you for it.
While he was magnificent, you felt puny and odd.
A hiss snatches you from your self loathing, eyes flicking up to land on the one youâd just been thinking of.
He was covered in something, though you werenât entirely sure what until he moved closer. The pearls lining his chambers glowed softly, his appearance more vibrant as he closed the distance between himself and the bed you laid on.
You sucked in a breath, realization dawning as the red contrasts against his skin. His lower face completely smeared in it, but his lips seemed clean. Until he grinned, red stained sharp teeth with chunks of dark meat stuck in between.
You remembered briefly him mentioning being mistaken for a demon.
You finally understood as a strange fear blossomed in your gut and you scooted away. Confusion and terror consuming you, but your body not catching up with your mind, because it recognized his scent and touch. You didnât move quick enough, a clawed hand easily curling around your ankle and tugging you close. You slid smoothly over the cool silk, brought close to his body radiating heat. He only wore trousers, his taloned feet bare and ankles revealed as heâd cuffed them up to avoid bloody human fingers trying to grip them.
âOh my little flower, look at you,â his eyes are swirling melted gold, enchanting and so disorienting. His beauty becoming savage with the blood and human flesh he adorned.
âA-AvaâŚâ you want to ask, but you also donât want the answer.
Did he find out who hurt you? Or was it unrelated? It seemed too coincidental.
Your chest constricted painfully as he stared down at you in wonder. Your true form so lovely it took his breath away, your image so fitting for you it was a wonder why you didnât prefer this over your human mirage. Your ears, pointed like his own, were curled down a little with your emotions, as his eyes traced your face.
The shape was the same, your body still so small, and your eyes still expressed every little thought without fail.
He hated to admit it was even cuter, though he mused it was likely because he was the first to see your true form.
An abandoned young changeling, one he only took mild interest in, had him so thoroughly ravenous for all of you now.
âIsnât this more comfortable petal? Instead of masquerading as a filthy human, arenât you happier to just be you now?â His callous words seem off, but you canât quite fathom it all as the shock settles in.
âMy precious flower faery, are you scared?â Yes, you wanted to scream, as his bloody face and body near you, his sugary scent over powered by the scent of iron and death. Fae hated iron. He shouldnât be comfortable.
You choked, jerking back and trying to crawl away from him, but he still had your ankle caged in his hand.
He laughs, but itâs empty and devoid of any true humor as he stares down at you with something dark in his gaze.
He yanks you back, harshly and sending a jolt of pain up your leg as you cry out, pulled back beneath him as he crawls onto the bed over you.
Heâs too close, nausea consuming you as you smell and see the gore adorning him.
He finds your useless fear amusing and annoying all at once.
âI asked you a question little flower.â He grips your face, smushing your cheeks and making you look at him.
He rolls his eyes as the tears you so love to shed spill down your cheeks.
âYes⌠I-Iâm scaredâŚâ his smile softens, almost becoming sweet and familiar.
âGood. You should be.â Your blood runs cold.
He has the mercy to bathe, but not alone. You watch as the spray of water from some sort of piping turns pink as it disappears through tiny holes in the marble floor.
Heâs nude, like you, and even though you cower and try to turn away, he easily stops any and all retreats with hardly any effort.
âI thought you didnât like the blood? Iâm still not clean petal.â His fluffy curls are flattened by the water falling above, the warm spray soaking you both as you try not to wonder why the sticky redness wonât just wash away with the water. The dried portions difficult to get off without physically touching and rubbing him with your soapy hands. You wanted to know why he was doing this, being so mean.
His ears look more distinct with his hair flat, onyx horns prominent against his forehead as his lashes hold droplets of water to frame his golden eyes.
You try not to show it, but as the blood clears and his dark smooth gold lined skin is revealed, you notice the hard lines of muscle and purple veins which protrude.
You only come up just below his chest, and you canât look down, least you see it again.
He was making you nervous and scared on purpose, but you couldnât understand why.
Like a coward you didnât ask either, because you feared the answer even more.
Ava shifts, fingers coming up to cup your face in his hands and tilt your head up as he leans over you and blocks the water falling. His claws jut out beside your head, one lightly tickling your pointed little ear.
He licks his lips, loving the sight of you soaked and naked, your pretty form so enthralling to his eyes he struggles to contain himself.
âDo you want my helpâŚ?â His tone is condescending, eyes uncaring in the least about your inner turmoil.
âHere,â he drops one hand, engulfing your wrist and forcing you to plant your hand against his abdomen. âYou have to wash like thisâ,â he teaches patiently, like none of this was happening and everything was fine. He moves your soft little hand back and forth, the soap quick to wash away as the water continues to fall. âYou need more soap petal.â He informs gently, moving to stop the warm spray and letting you both stand in silence now, drops of water falling the only noise besides your breathing.
He sighs when you donât move, your eyes trained on the corner of the spacious bathing room, where an in ground bath rests. He would take you to the hot springs later.
He fills the hand he has control of with soap, and amuses himself with using it like a washcloth, your little fingers curling as your lips tilt down into a frown.
âSince you need the help,â he goads, watching as those sweet familiar doe eyes flash up a glare from the corner of your eye.
He smiles, a nasty grin filled with something sinister as he chuckles darkly. âDonât want to be my good girl anymore?â Itâs a loaded question youâre unsure of how to answer.
It hardly matters as he forces your hand down, until you jolt at the change in body part you were touching. He forces your fingers to close around his throbbing length, unable to touch or fully wrap around it as your head jerks instinctively to look at what he was making you do.
âA-Avaâ,â you try to pull away, but to no avail. He only hums, the soap like lube as he uses your hand to jerk his cock, amused as you stare in shock. He wonât let you go, not when the sight of your smaller form holding his leaking rod is so arousing he comes a minute a later. Hips thrusting with the timing of the squeeze he forces your hand to hold, hot ropes of his seed shooting out onto your chest and belly as he cages you with his free arm from moving away. He allows his purple tapered tip to smear the remaining pearls of his seed on your skin, ignoring your whine of protest as he paints you.
âFuck, thatâs it, be good for me pretty girl,â he growls lightly, chest rattling as he releases his pent up frustration on your confused form.
Really, you couldnât be more adorable covered in his release looking dazed.
His golden eyes heavy lidded as he crouches down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.
You swallow nervously, staring at Ava as he stares at you from across his bed chambers.
Youâd fallen asleep after⌠after bathing, if you could even call it that, and awoken later to find yourself alone again. Ava missing and your body covered by fine silk sheets while you slept.
Youâd scrambled about the room looking for escape, finding nothing but a single exit locked, which Ava now stood before.
He wore a pair of silken sleep pants, tailored to his enormous figure as well as a matching robe left loose and revealing a majority of his chest and abdomen. His wings werenât physical but a magic which naturally formed behind him, youâd learned.
The gold markings on his body were duller than earlier, his eyes less vibrant and more cool as he looks at you.
He seems more⌠familiar. Less of the Ava covered in blood and flesh of humans and more of the one youâve befriended.
Heâs silent, unmoving as he stands still in the doorway.
You donât want to make the first move, unsure in this new environment, but you similarly disliked all of this distance and miscommunication between you both.
You moved cautiously, much like the skittish animal he likens you to in his mind, off the bed. Youâd wrapped yourself in one of his sheets, his scent clinging to you the only thing stopping him from tearing it off you in annoyance. He stays put, muscles taunt and jaw clenched as you approach him like he might harm you.
He debated it.
Briefly showing you why you should be obedient and just listen, but dismissing it in favor of you liking him at least to some degree.
When you reach him, he merely stares down at you, face impassive unlike your nervous and awkward expression.
âAvaâŚ?â He finally shifts, leaning down to close the distance a little but still not touching you. Itâs you who initiates, because heâs certain heâs trained you well enough in your past touch starved state that you canât resist the comfort and warmth he provides. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your figure to his while looking up with those honest eyes he adores.
He finally relaxes, your touch so addicting he was unable to resist wrapping you further into his embrace while lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, warm bare cunt now pressed against his abdomen while your arms come around his neck. The sheet loosening and falling down to pool at his feet. He finally smiles at your flustered state, not letting you climb down to grab it, instead moving you both towards hisâyourâbed and easily laying you down to drape over you.
âYouâre calmer than I imagined youâd beâŚâ he murmurs against the skin of your neck, kissing up to your jaw. âShould I prepare for your wrath later little flower?â He muses, lifting up to look at your expression.
âWas that blood⌠from a human?â You look guarded but he isnât surprised.
âYes.â
âDid you kill them?â He affirms again.
âWas it because of⌠me?â Those sweet eyes looked so haunted as you asked, as if you knew what he was going to say.
âNo. It wasnât because of you.â
You check his face, as if he were a human and would lie to you as they do.
âThen why did you do it?â You breathed, sagging in relief beneath him. His lips twitch, molten eyes shining with adoration as he looks upon you.
âThey greatly offended me.â He answers vaguely, but it was the truth. They offended him by breathing and walking the earth. It was a direct insult to him. They only met misfortune because they caught his attention.
You seemed happy to accept whatever rid you of any guilt, looking up at him less fearfully now that he was clean and not being mean to you. Though, you both shared very different definitions of being âmeanâ.
âAm I staying the night?â You asked him curiously. You had thought heâd brought you here as he didnât know where your home in the village was when youâd fallen asleep.
He shook his head, lips curling higher.
âYouâre staying forever.â He declares, sweet scent filling your senses as he comes close enough to kiss you.
Then he does.
You thought his teasing was funny, lips tilting up finally as the awkwardness dissipates and familiarity rises.
This is your Ava, warm sweet Ava that smells so good it makes you crave sweets you cannot afford.
He presses you further into the unfathomably soft bed, his lips demanding as you open for him.
âAva,â you break the kiss, breathing heavier as he growls and nips at your bottom lip, a shiver wracking you as he leans back enough to meet your gaze. âWhat weâre doing⌠itâs what lovers and spouses do isnât it? At least, this is what human lovers doâŚâ your voice becomes smaller as he stares down as you with an expression you couldnât name.
âAnd?â He encourages.
You look away for a moment, gathering your thoughts before remembering out of all the cruelty in the world, Ava was the outlier.
âIs that what weâre doing? Like lovers?â You felt too embarrassed to directly state it, to say it aloud, and equally scared this isnât anything different than exchanging a handshake with another faery to him. It was different to you.
âDo you want it to be?â He leans down, placing a feather soft kiss against your temple so you couldnât see his eyes glowing bright. âDo you want us to be like lovers little flower?â His voice is deeper than usual, strained almost as he holds himself perfectly still above you.
You take the time to think, much to his displeasure, but when you answer it was everything for him.
âI do.â
He places a chaste kiss to your lips, his own tilting higher and higher until heâs grinning gleefully.
âThen thatâs what weâll be.â He confirms, and you miss it.
You miss every little trap heâd laid, each tiny piece of the puzzle forming around you like a cage. You miss everything and itâs too late to go back now. Ava muses wickedly, as he kisses you more sensually, lets his claws drag so delicately down your soft skin, he thinks how stupid you are.
âIâll be all yours if you ask for it Y/N,â he speaks directly into your pointed ear, hot breath making the tips curl as you whine. The way he says your name is different than usual, more serious and seductive. You realize this seems wrong somehow, the way heâs making you melt so easily like this, how your panic and fear evaporated so quickly. You arenât given time to think further, when he shifts and sits up. He sneers when you attempt to cover yourself again, gripping your wrist and lightly pulling you up too. On your knees, you face his chest, eyes looking up to see his heated expression.
Ava cups your jaw with one hand, and pokes at your lip with the other.
He doesnât ask before his thumb invades your mouth, and you fight not to bite down or jerk away with his pointed claw inside.
Heâs exploring, squeezing your cheeks until you open wide so he can playfully run over your sharpened canines. Curiously playing with your tongue until he leans down licks it with his own. It felt strange and erotic, your body vibrating with nerves and budding arousal as he explores you.
âAvaâŚâ you wanted to touch him too, but he didnât seem to be listening as he lets his hands trail down to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples as your back arches into them.
So you let your own hands wander, bolder than usual as you feel his solid form beneath you. His skin is much softer than it appears, strange markings and golden symbols flat. He had no softer points aside from that, muscles like stone and occasionally uncomfortable to lounge against due to it.
He squeezes your waist, smiling mischievous as you yelp and glare at him. He does it again, finally chuckling as he lets his hands slip to your ass.
This time his squeeze makes you gasp, as he parts your ass cheeks and allows your heated core to be exposed to the air. His claws so careful not to tear your skin open as he drags you taunt against him, rutting his hardened cock against your soft belly.
He moans aloud as he sees the tip poke out between you, your breasts above a delicious sight as he does it again and again.
âYou drive me wild pretty faery,â he smiles, licking your cheek as he easily lifts you up to toss you to the center of the bed. You sink in, huffing but giggling as he crawls over you, looking like a dark angel as he covers you completely to capture your lips in a much more filthy kiss.
âI want to devour you,â he purrs, licking and kissing down your neck and chest, spreading your legs. âMake you mine completely,â you moan, feeling delirious as he finally licks your sloppy pussy.
You moan when you feel his fingers prod your entrance, sharp claws gone and retracted as he pushes one inside you while he laps at your clit. It feels different and firmer than his tongue, able to rub and stretch you better as he begins sucking on your puffy nub and purring deep in his chest. âYour little nub is hard~ are you feeling good?â He teases, wiggling the tip of his tongue over your engorged clit.
Then heâs pressing a second finger in, a mild burn heating your core as you gasp and try to shift away to no avail. âSo sensitive,â he murmurs, spearing them into you, your soft gummy walls forcefully spread around the two digits as he noisily slurps. Heâs being messy and a bit rough, but your moans spur him on as he groans into your pussy when you begin clawing at his hair and whining.
âAva! Sâtoo much! Canâtâ!â You squeak and almost bite your tongue when you cum, pussy sucking his fingers deep and massaging them as you soak his hand and face.
He doesnât stop, eyes glowing bright molten gold as he watches you squirm and babble senselessly while he stuffs a third finger into your poor overstimulated cunt. Your little hole stretched wide around him, and heâs content to watch as your greedy lower mouth takes it as he pumps them into you.
Youâre less amused though, body thrumming as the pleasure becomes overwhelming and you panic.
âStop, Iâm gonna make a mess, Ava stopâ!â You cry out, eyes watering before tears fall as you struggle to stop the powerful pressure building in your core, hurting you with the intensity as he pushes you further and further. âYour insides are steadily swallowing and sucking my fingers in, arenât you a little lewd?â He asks, unaffected by your dull nails digging into his forearm, eyes trained on your drooling hole below.
Heâs got an iron grip on your hip with his other hand, nails digging into your flesh every time you try to squirm away. âYouâre so lovely like this petal.â
Heâs fascinated when you break again, clear fluid squirting up and out from your squelching pussy as he continues to shove his fingers in.
You cum so hard it nearly causes you to lose consciousness, eyes rolling back as you twitch and moan as the dam inside you bursts open.
You whine as he pulls free, hand dripping in gooey arousal as he brings it to his lips and slurps it up without any decorum, appearing almost starved as he gazes down at you with the eyes of a predator. âMessy girl~ Iâll teach you though,â his lips pull back to reveal his sharp teeth, âWhen you feel so good you think youâll break, youâre supposed to say Iâm coming, do you understand?â He asks darkly.
âNo moreâŚâ your weak plea only makes him smirk, kissing you softly as he slides forward and uses both hands to cover your hips and lift your lower half up.
Your eyes feel heavy as you force them open, slow to realize that his enormous cock is now laid over your pussy, pulsing and dragging back and forth through your slick folds. The thick veiny appendage causes your trepidation to rise, realization dawning that he intends to fit that inside of you.
âIt wonât fitâ,â you werenât being cute or coy, because while you may not be human, your form was still the same size as one. He was much, much bigger, and his cock certainly fit his proportions. You try to catch his attention, unable to close your legs with his body between them. âAva,â Heâs truly not hearing you at all, too enthralled and excited as he lubes his massive length up with your juices. Heâs shaking a bit too, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he coos down at you mindlessly, golden orbs almost unseeing at this point as he lines up with your entrance.
âSo good for me petal~ youâre all mine arenât you?â He breathes, and you feel the weight and pressure begin as his tip breaches.
âWait, stop Avaâ!â You whine as the sting becomes a burn and then youâre being filled to the point of excess as you struggle to breathe anymore.
âShhââĄ,â he hushes you, pained as well due to the pressure around him, strangling him as he grimaces and drags back out a little before surging forward. âYouâre mine now petal,â he groans.
Youâre unable to form words as he works his cock into you like a piece which doesnât quite fit, bullying and stretching you open to forcefully fit himself.
He leans more weight down onto you as you struggle and writhe, noisy cries falling on deaf ears as he feels himself slipping deeper as your body finally gives up on keeping him out. His tip touches your cervix, before shoving even further and smashing it up as your stomach aches in protest.
You lay limp as he finally bottoms out, twitching with your mouth open and drool pooling down your chin as you feel nothing but the feeling of him inside you. He huffs a laugh, the way you look ruined before heâs even gotten started.
You look like a doll in his grasp, his cock extending your stomach a little as it twitches inside you. Your thighs ache as theyâre naturally forced up, unable to spread fully enough for him to settle so heâd merely folded you and pressed you down to prevent escape.
âYou did it pretty girl, look at you~â he grins, one hand leaving your hip to press on your belly, making your eyes widen and roll back as you whine. âYou took every inch of me in this cute cunt didnât you?â This male over you isnât familiar, even as his sugary scent seems to increase and smother you, he seems foreign in his words and actions.
The inconsistencies are difficult to track as he drags himself out of you, the fullness replaced by feeling each ridge and bump of veins decorating his cock as he slides out.
Then heâs pushing in again, stealing your breath and ability to think as he starts to fuck you.
âDonât worry petal, I wonât hurt you,â you canât quite understand as he pushes his thick rod inside you, brain shutting off as you go pliant in his hold. âIâll go nice and slow so you never forget,â he moans as you tighten and jerk, âwho owns you.â Heâs holding back with all his might as you spasm and grip him in inside of you, walls sucking him back in as he moves to exit.
You make him forget.
As you slick his cock up with your juices, he begins to slip in easier, folding you down further into a mating press as he looks down at your teary face. You make him forget all the time heâs spent alone. Your moans increase as he picks up the pace, pounding nice and deep inside of you and ridding you of any thought beside him. He slips a hand down between you both, claws retracted completely as he softly presses on your swollen clit and throws you reeling into another orgasm around him. âSay it petal,â he grits out, the feeling of you tightening drawing his own end. Heâs hardly able to move inside you, short thrusts all he can manage as he drags you over the edge.
âIâm comingâ!â Your head tips back, neck bared to his eyes as you cum for him obediently.
He fills you up right after, heavy engorged balls drawing up as he pumps his first load of the day into you. His thrusts not stopping as he rocks forward, expression relaxing as his magic swirls inside of you, his mating mark slowly sinking into your soul as he works to keep his seed deep within your womb. Youâre too fucked out to notice, the pleasure and pressure overwhelming your senses as you try to rest now.
Except his cock doesnât soften.
He thrusts hard once heâs sure his bond has settled, feeling you so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out almost all the way. âItâs like your little hole misses me already,â he smiles, watching as you flutter around his tip as if to tell him you donât want him to leave. âTell me petal,â he slides back inside, jolting you awake as you stare incredulously down at where you both connect. The slick sounds of him slipping into your sticky wet entrance haunting as you whine, hands digging into fine silk as you try to push away.
He only presses you down harder, cock burrowing deep as if to anchor you. His eyes are wild and swirling, the color so bright itâs almost blinding in the dim room. âHow does it feel to lose?â
You blank. His question not making any sense as the room spins and youâre overcome again with pleasure so intense it makes your toes and feet curl in the air where they rest.
âHow does it feel to be utterly mine for the rest of eternity?â You gasp, tearing at the sheets as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your ass as he begins to truly fuck you now. Enormous cock working you into a frenzy as you yelp when two fingers pinch painfully around a nipple. âYouâre not going back pretty girl,â he laughs, face wicked and beautiful as you look up through blurry eyes spilling tears. âYouâll not return to that filthy human village,â he releases your sore nipple in favor of loosely gripping your throat, feeling your pulse beneath his hand. âYou are not in the land of Fae sweet flower,â he lets his lips ghost over yours, his tip bullying your cervix as you writhe and move to claw at his shoulders. âYou are in my kingdom, ours, where the corrupted Fae separate themselves,â youâre lost, eyes crossing almost dumbly as you come again, choking as you cry out his name.
You canât move even an inch, unable to even squirm as youâre forced to take each punishing inch of his cock and he ruts into you.
âYour pussy keeps tightening up when I tell you all the ways youâre mine. Do you like this?â He delights in your pathetic attempt to push at his chest, clearly finished despite his balls still being heavy with his seed he intends to spill into you.
âA-Av-Ava!â You struggle to form even his name, let alone any sentences as he keeps up his fast and brutal pace. Though, from his perspective he was still holding back as he moans and spills himself inside you again.
âYes flower?â He coos, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face as he pulls out just enough to grip your thigh and turn you on your side, sliding back to the hilt again. He hugs your leg to his chest, working his cock at a new angle in your abused pussy still spilling cum from earlier. âIâm listening,â he chuckles, knowing you canât speak, aware his cock was keeping you like this.
Words die down as he uses his hand not holding your leg up to grip your hip, holding you still while pushing his hips forward, railing himself inside your exhausted body. Your head rests against the bed, mouth open as your saliva soaks into the sheets, eyes staring at nothing as you feel another impending orgasm approaching.
Ava doesnât mind, adoring the cute cock drunk expression as he uses you like a toy, filling you up over and over while you slowly lose your mind. âIâm sorryâAva please, Iâm sorry,â your slurred speech and delirious voice make him laugh. Genuinely amused by your rambling, âWhy are you sorry petal? Iâm not mad,â he catches your lips, tongue invading and swallowing your cries. He finds you so cute.
His cute, stupid little changeling, so trusting and unaware of his unsavory intentions.
You lose consciousness and count when he comes with his hips pressed deeply into your ass, pressing you belly first into his hand as he keeps you angled up to meet his thrusts. Your sensitive chest rubbing against the silk below, body limp as your world goes black and you convulse around him.
This time he lets you fall flat into the soaked bedding, taking his still hard cock out so he can pry apart your pussy lips and watch his release ooze out of your gaping hole.
His golden eyes flick up to your sleeping form, lips pulling as he coos, âCute~âĄâ before heâs stuffing you full again, merciless as he leans on one arm to keep from crushing you as he continues to drill into you.
Even when you regain consciousness, trying to crawl away from his torturous pleasure, he only grips your arm and twists it gently behind you to hold. âYouâre soaked and so hot inside, do you know how crazy youâre making me?â He groans, almost sounding like heâs in pain as you squeeze and come again. âIâm not letting you go, stop trying to run. Youâve already lost sweet girl.â As he lifts his hips, tip still encased by your wet hot heat, he eyes the slick mess which coats you both and connects you to him. âGo ahead and go crazy too, be good and listen.â He laughs, slamming back in and making your back arch as you nearly scream, feeling him so deep it makes you wonder if heâs going to break you. You really will go crazy, itâs a fleeting thought stolen by his cock once again, but you truly worry as he drowns you with euphoria and madness.
Heâs hunched and leaning over your back, letting his tongue and teeth tease your ear so sweetly while he pounds you stupid, whispering to you things you wonât remember.
âYou wanted my name so badly, didnât you my lovely mate?â He knows you donât understand, but it doesnât stop him from speaking on, husky voice lulling you as you cry and lose yourself to pleasure. âIâll tell you since youâre being so good, taking my seed so well~â he lets a little more weight settle on top of you, his cock nestling into your deepest parts with it.
âI am Avarice.â
Post dividers by @cafekitsune
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âĄď¸ đđđĽđĽđŽ đŽđđŁđđđ§đ đđŞđ¨đđđŁđ! âĄď¸
characters: sub!yandere!AFAB!characters x dom!gn!reader
warnings: character uses he/him pronouns but has female genitalia/tcock (words such as pussy, vagina, cunt will be used), character is transmale, reader has you/your pronouns, cock/strap, yandere character, established relationship, protected sex, unprotected sex (donât do that folks), breeding, creampie, belly bulge, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death and light torture
notes: you can think of any character you want with this fic, i just had a wild thought during a car ride at my vacation. divider from @/cafekitsune
yandere! husband who has been in love with you since they first met you. what started out as a simple fascination developed into an unhealthy obsession until he finally got the courage to ask you out on an official date
yandere! husband who gets surprised when you accept his ask for a date, sheepishly smiling as you tell him that you found him pretty and had been building up the courage to do the same. who nearly fall into his knees right then and there with sheer nervousness yet also giddiness at your confession, finding the wobbly smile on your face endearing
yandere! husband who gradually built a stable relationship with you over time. there were moments where he thought of just drugging you up and stealing you away to keep you all to himself but he chastised himself for such thoughts when you have been nothing but loyal and honest. he thought of killing those annoying bitches and assholes who tried to hit on you or blatantly flirted with you in front of him, imagining cutting out their tongue and burning their eyes with scolding hot iron only to snap back to the present when your hand wound around his waist, introducing him as your lover excitedly
yandere! husband who got scared when you accidentally walked in while he was changing after a shower, terrified that you will leave him after having seen his top scars and cunt. who could hear his heartbeat in his own ears, rapidly beating like a frightened bird thrown into a cage while he waited your reaction. who try to apologize only to be cut off with your comforting words and accepting hug
yandere! husband who proposed to you first, getting on both of his knees as he presented you the ring in the box. who lets out a sweet laugh when you kneel down in return, showing your own ring that you bought for him
yandere! husband who definitely cried on your wedding, wiping away his tears silently as he turns his back to you, not wanting you to see him in such a weak and vulnerable state. turning back to you with the wet handkerchief still in his hand, who can feel the tears coming back once again as he sees your knowing look and comforting smile
yandere! husband who is happy with your married life. the new adventures of moving into a new house, decorating it to your liking and modifying your rooms being an exciting life for him. he loved the moments where you two put paint of each otherâs faces instead of painting the walls, choosing the colors on complete random with an eeny, meeny, mini, mo game, dancing with you bare feet in the kitchen as you both wait for the water to boil for the cup ramen at midnight. he would want to hold your hand in his own, the wedding rings clicking against each other softly as he giggles
yandere! husband who wants to try for a baby after years into the marriage. it was a surprise to him how he managed to wait patiently for so long after your marriage. while he wanted desperately to get himself knocked up at the night of consummation of your marriage, he understood your wishes to wait until the perfect time. finally, he thinks it is the perfect timing, after years of protected sex and daydreams of feeling his cunt get filled, tells you of his plan
yandere! husband who purposefully poked a tiny hole into every condom there is at your home, who huffs a fake annoyed noise whenever the material tears as you try to put it around your strap. he may have a pout on his face and talk about trying it raw on the outside but on the inside he is fucking giddy. he wants to feel your cock constantly pushing into his wet pussy walls so bad and he couldnât help but curse silently under his breath when you take out a lone condom that was thankfully reserved in the pockets of one of your pants
yandere! husband who suggests on riding you instead of taking it as usual. a sudden change in your usual sex life but you didnât mind trying new things out. laying on your back, you watch and let out occasional groans and low moans as you see how his sweet pussy swallows you whole, the fat of his ass higgling every time he bounces himself on your strap, asking you to slap and squeeze it. which you do gladly, lightly slapping as the jiggling flesh, making your husband giggle
yandere! husband who gets annoyed as the feeling of the condom around your cock, skillfully bouncing himself until he âaccidentallyâ slips your strap out. he swears it was the amount of lube you used, grabbing your cock with his hand and tapping his dripping pussy with the tip. your husband who makes a show, wiggling his hips as he slides the tip inside and sinking down until he feels full again. not yet, he thinks to himself, knowing that you would get suspicious if he tries his plan too early on
yandere! husband who keeps âaccidentallyâ slipping your strap out of his gushing cunt, whining until his patience finally ends. the next time it slips out, his fingers pinch at the tip of the wet condom, pulling on the material with a pout and a mumbled âitâs in the way..â until it comes off with a lewd pop!
yandere! husband who disregards your frantic words of protection and taking a second for you to put on another one, turning around to face you now as he sinks down onto your strap with one move. the feeling of your own cock, without any annoying latex in the way making him cream around your fat cockhead instantly, a drawn out satisfied whine falling from his lips
yandere! husband who clenches around your strap on purpose every time he moves. his hands guiding yours to touch his chest, the top scars that healed beautifully and to squeeze and fondle his nipples âu-until i staâanngh ah haagh mmghâĄď¸! start to lactate, just like your sweet baby momma uunghâĽď¸!!â while his pretty pussy squeezes your strap like a vice, unwilling to let go or not even daring to think so. he wanted to feel your cum, hot seeds painting his walls white and making his legs shake
yandere! husband who silences your weak protests for a protection with a messy kiss. noses knocking together, tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and wanting to âconnectâ with you on a deeper level. he wanted everything you have to offer and seeing the small trail of saliva left behind as you pulled back for a gasping breath made him giggle deliriously
yandere! husband who increases his pace when he hears you struggling to talk, words of cumming together coming out in a jumbled mess as he sits himself fully in your lap. pushing your pelvises together until no gap was between them, throwing his head back with a satisfied mewl when he finally feels it. that warmth heâs been craving so long, filling up his womb, mixing with his love juice as the excessive mixed cum drops down your strap
yandere! husband who gets pushed into his back, legs pushed up and over until his knees were beside his head. put into a mating press with your annoyed face staring down at him just made him clench around you, a drunk giggle of your name falling from his lips. he gladly spreads his weeping pussy open further, with you still inside him, letting you see the mess you two made
yandere! husband who drops his act entirely, wiggling his hips with heart shaped pupils as he asks you to breed him. cum inside him as many times as you want, he wants a baby with you, itâs about time you two take your relationship to the next level. âiâll be a good baby momma⌠and youâre already a wonderful lover who would become a wonderful parent. come on [name], breed me full of your seedsâĽď¸â
yandere! husband who gets fucked thoroughly to his wish. crying out all sorts of filthy words every time your cock sinks back into his cunt. thin drools on his chin, old tear stains constantly being replaced by new ones as his pussy clenches around you for the nth time, forcing you to cum earlier than you usually does. overwhelming amount of your mixed cum wetting the bedsheets, your thighs and his own as well as his butt. not like he cared, he wanted to make sure he gets knocked up, that you get him knocked up as he creams around you again, creating an even thicker halo of white around your strap
yandere! husband who shows his filthier side, holding your head against his chest and asking you to suck on his nipples, who place your hand over his tcock, telling you to âs-stroke! my cock too ahh haaghâĄď¸ mgh n-not fair that mmuungh uunghk my cock is being left aloneâĄď¸!â
yandere! husband who lets out one last hoarse wail, the wetness of his cunt making you groan as your strap cums inside him for the nth time that night before collapsing on top of him. he had passed out, tired from the continuous pounding he received as he lay there peacefully with flushed red cheeks, tearstains and drools on his chin and cheeks while pretty bruises and lovebites cover his skin. the most notable bruises being the ones on his hips and thighs, making you grimace at the painful wound you saw. but hey, the small bulge in his belly from your excessive cum inside his womb made you happy. it definitely made him happy too
yandere! husband who occasionally regains consciousness during your aftercare for him. who groans and refuses to let you pull out for bath, straddling your lap inside the warm water filled bathtub. he couldnât help but slur out a ânoo⌠donât pull outâ as you push his pelvic away from yours, feeling the cum inside his pussy to drip down his legs
yandere! husband who now eagerly wait for the signs of pregnancy with a full boxes of pregnancy test at his side of the nightstand, who still poke secret holes into your condoms because when did he said he wanted only one baby with you?
⨠characters i think fits: jing yuan, dan feng, yingxing, sunday, aventurine, argenti, dan heng il, gepard, sampo, luocha, caelus, luka, jiaoqui, itto, baizhu, ayato, thoma, childe, pantalone, dottore, kaeya, kaveh, lyney, neuvillette, sethos, heizou, venti, rubedo, aalto, xiangli yao, scar, yoriichi, haganezuka, douma, kaigaku, jyugo, uno, kiji, honey, trois, kenshirou yozakura, musashi, houzuki sanzou, ruka gojou, seitarou, tsukumo, mitsuru, sinbad, sharkkan, spartos, koumei, titus, muu alexius, sphintus, rafayel, mammon, asmodeus, mephistopheles, diavolo, belphegor, simeon, solomon, satan + anyone you like
#nobu.writes#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#wuwa x reader#wuthering waves x reader#nanbaka x reader#magi x reader#obey me x reader#love and deepspace x reader#kny x reader#sub wuthering waves#sub wuwa#sub genshin#sub genshin impact#sub hsr#sub honkai star rail#sub obey me#sub nanbaka#sub magi#sub love and deepspace#sub character#sub yandere#transmasc character#dom reader
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Yandere Baki Head Canons:
My Kind Of Love
Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Fem Reader
TW: arranged marriage/ forced relationship, yandere, stalking, etc
You were the adopted daughter of another yakuza family, one that was engaged to Hanayama Kaoru since birth. Your fate long decided for youâŚ
Hanayama wasnât a bad person per se, for the son of a yakuza family. The only issue was that he hardly spoke. Nope. Hanayama often stared at you while you did all of the talking⌠he was a silent yet intimidating presence. Especially as the two of you grew older.
As a child, heâd often sit beside you. You used to think he was shy, so youâd talk with him in a soft tone. You were gregarious compared to his taciturn self. Yet you never made him feel unwelcome so he would always turn up for every âplay dateâ your parents set up. It made you think he tolerated you⌠how wrong you were.
When he grew old enough to get his back tattoo, he had spoken to you briefly. âI have something important to do, but I will be back.â You had thought that was odd, but you smiled at your fiancĂŠ. âOkay, Hanayama. Iâll be waiting for you then so be safe.â You thought it was kind of cute how his ears turned pink⌠who knew he could blush.
When you saw him again, you were shocked by all of the scars that littered his body, yet you didnât nag him. No, you simply held him and smiled at him. âThank you for keeping your word.â You failed to notice how his heart hammered in his chest when your fingers lightly traced over the scabs on his face. âThose will be some pretty gnarly scars, but theyâll make you look cool.â You had no idea what you did to this manâŚ
When his motherâs health began to deteriorate, he had you at his side. He was such a large teenager, yet he looked so small when heâd fold himself up into your lap. You often ran your fingers through his dark locks and softly reassured him. He still hardly spoke, but you finally caught him with a small smile on his face.
When his mother passed, he was prone to bursts of anger yet he never showed that side of himself to you. No. You were precious to him⌠more precious than anything in the world. And you deserved to be protected and pampered. He began to seek advice from Kizaki about romance after that.
Now that the two of you were in your twenties, heâd often pull you into his lap. He still hardly spoke but he would make you be near him in anyway possible if the two of you were alone. It was quite odd.
Sometimes youâd swear you would spot his men trailing behind you if you were out and about, yet they were gone when youâd turn around. There was no way your stoic fiancĂŠ was stalking you⌠right?
Heâd gift you bouquets of roses and invite you out to dinner with outfits heâd pick out. You would receive handwritten notes of love that borderlines obsession. There was no way Hanayama wrote those, you didnât even know if he actually liked you. Hanayama hardly spoke after allâŚ
His stabs at romance were interesting to say the least. Hanayamaâs actions were loud. His gifts were extravagant and borderline gaudy, yet you didnât mind. You were engaged after all. And that wedding date was rabidly approachingâŚ
The wedding was grand, large, and heavily guarded. And Hanayamaâs hand tightly gripped yours in an inescapable hold. It was nerve wracking to say the least.
And the minute it was time for that honeymoon, you were rushed off quickly. Hanayama practically dragged you to the suite, his breathing ragged, his scarred face flushed, and his black hair a bit disheveled. Was he okay? Youâve never seen him so expressive.
It wasnât until he had you all alone that he began to rip at his clothes like a madman. You barely had the first button undone before he was on you. His fundoshi the last garment on him. His lips eagerly pressed against the side of your neck.
âHanayama? We really donât have to-â your voice was stuck in your throat when he pulled away to stare at you with his dark eyes.
âIâve waited so many years to hold you like a man.â Hanayama muttered. âIâve held back for so long and now youâre finally mine.â
Youâre peppered with more impatient kisses while his thick fingers made quick work of your wedding dress. âI love you so much, my beautiful wife.â
How were you to know that your fiancĂŠ actually loved you this entire time? Not to mention, how sore his kind of love would leave you after tonightâŚ
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POISON
content: Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Reader
sinopse â you were neglected from a young age, you could no longer take all this neglect and the looks they gave you, as if you were an insect next to them, your option was to run away, and so you did, but on the way, you meet a certain clown, one who charts your path, you might think that's how it ends, but you're very wrong, you can't defy your family, and look who came to haunt you, I mean, look who came to take you home.
Warning: mentions of violence, murder, mentions of torture, violence, mentions of drugs, Reader is a girl, manipulation, violence against minors, torture, Cigarette use, negligence, joker being the joker, Yandere behavior, defined gender, blood.
chapters: 02
A/N: Firstly, you can call me Shin or Lay, feel free, sorry for the defined gender, I feel more comfortable writing for the female gender, but don't worry, I will write for other genders too, I'm just trying to feel comfortable first, I ask you to be patient with me, I can't be very active, I have a life to prioritize, health first, English is not my first language, Portuguese is, I'm using the translator, so if there is an error you already know Who to blame, I'm writing because I like writing, so don't rush me, sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, drink water and take care of yourselves, Take care little lamb...
Enjoy it while you can...
You can't run away forever little bird...
eyes were glued to the tomb in front, the tombstone well cared for and clean, a sigh came out of the little girl's mouth, more tears filled her eyes, even though she had this stoic expression, it didn't stop her from crying, until the stronger ones cry...
A hand was placed on the little girl's shoulder and she looked at the person, the middle aged man looked at her with pity, she had lost her mother so early, poor girl, at such a young age, already lost someone, the man smiled softly and nodded towards the car
The girl always had the curiosity of meeting her father, of course, her mother always said that he was a rich playboy who wouldn't have time for her, but even so, as harsh as those words sounded, the little girl knew that this was a lesson, a fact, and it seems that her mother was right, as always...
Bruce considers himself to be at least a somewhat decent person
I mean, he may not be what people call perfect, but he tries to be decent, behind that expression, there is someone who was much happier before...
Well, when a little girl arrived at Wayne Manor, he tried to do what he could to calm down first, yes, it's not the first time he's had a child, but this time is different, this little girl, is his, she contains the same blood, she is not adopted, she is really his daughter
He tried at first, but then why didn't he try later?
Because he let her slip out of his hands
He should have been there for her
He wanted to have been there for her, but the city needed him
But she also needs it, you know?...
Once again being ignored in this mansion, the dark halls that haunt you, stopping when you saw your older brother, Dick, he looked at you and just walked past you as if you didn't exist, you felt another piece of your heart break, with a sigh you walked again
Once again heading to the dark halls of the mansion
You were playing with dolls in your room, and looked at the door when you heard footsteps, your brother, Jason, walked by irritably, once again, it was always like this
You just went back to playing alone, with yourself and your silence...
It's like they say, silence is a person's best friend...
Footsteps are heard as a little girl walks through the halls once again, heading to the kitchen while looking for Alfred, she clutched the Batman plush and stopped in a room, she was going to knock on the door, but someone had already opened the door.
The little girl looked at her brother, Tim, and tried to speak, but he simply closed the bedroom door, leaving her standing in front of the door while looking at the wooden door in front of her.
With a sigh she turned and went back to looking for Alfred.
The little girl was helping Alfred and lost the Batman plush, while looking, the girl saw two girls talking and laughing, they were her sisters, Barbara and Cassandra, she likes to call them Barb and Cass, but when she went to talk to them girls, they just walked past her, Cass was kind enough to pet her head, but still, they completely ignored her existence
Again...
You were next to Damien as you clung to his jacket in the morning, a boy decided that you were the best option to bully, but Damien didn't like it very much and now the boy was on the floor bleeding, his nose was definitely broken. , he was crying in pain while Damien was looking on with disgust and disdain
You..., well you were scared, you hate seeing people bleeding, it makes you sick, you just wanted your stuffed animal back...
Startled when Damien finally looked at you with that serious expression, you quickly released the sleeve of his jacket and looked into his eyes
_ "you are weak, you will never be a Wayne, that must be why your mother died, because you weren't strong enough to save her, you can't even protect yourself alone, who guarantees that you can protect someone, I'm the most new, and I still know more than you, for once, be useful and grow "
You froze, as if time was standing still, with your eyes wide in surprise, you looked at the ground and nodded slowly as you closed your eyes to keep the tears away, it hurt, it hurt a lot, it hurt more than the scars you have from that day, the day your mother died, the day you were sent to a dark place...
Damien just walked past you and stopped in the hallway, leaving you alone, with just your tears...
You were in your room crying, tears rolled down your cheeks, holding onto the only thing you had, your Batman plush, you wanted Batman to save you just like he saves Ghotam...
You were too distracted to notice that someone entered your room, footsteps came closer to you and you felt arms around you, with a start you looked at the person, only to see Alfred
Without saying anything you allowed yourself to cry more as you clung to him.
Alfred caressed your back gently as he sighed softly, he just wishes someone in this mansion could see how brilliant you are, how amazing you are, if only there was something he could do...
LOOKING at the Tombstone, everything was silent, the silence was deafening
Yes, you ran away, and I'm not saying it in a metaphor, I'm saying you actually ran away from the mansion, well, I wouldn't consider running away, because I'm pretty sure walking out the front door and no one stops you isn't considered running away, but which is a consideration for those who have never had one...
Now here you were, in front of your late mother's tombstone, the only one who taught you and gave you affection when you needed her most, no one can replace your mother, no one at all, you would get blood on your own hands if necessary, for She, you destroy the world...
Walking through the dark streets of Gotham was you, as you held your Batman plush close, you couldn't stop feeling that feeling of someone following you, well you were right but the worst part is being right about wrong feelings...
That's why you looked back, and didn't see anyone, but when you looked ahead, your heart felt like it was going to leave you, trying to calm your breathing you dared to look at his face, the smile that doesn't fool anyone, the clothes, the hair...
You weren't mistaken
You wish you were mistaken
But this was really him...
With an amused smile in front of him was none other than someone with his own macabre thoughts...
_ "Well, well, if we don't have a little clown, alone... I don't need to introduce myself, you must know me, but I have education and I'm going to introduce myself anyway, I'm the... Joker...
Batman will like the little gift, well, if he can have his little friends, I can also have a little clown with me, don't you agree?, of course you agree, come on, little clown, let's introduce you to Gotham City..."
You looked at the man in front of you with fear, your brain was screaming at you to run, but your legs seemed glued to the ground, frozen, paralyzed...
panic settled in your body when you felt arms lifting you, you tried to fight, you tried to make him let go of you, but you shivered when you felt something come into contact with your skin, of course you knew how to put one and one together, you grew with your Mom, so you obviously know that he injected something into you, injected something into your neck...
You felt tired and stopped fighting, your eyelids slowly closed as you tried to keep them open, but it wasn't enough and you fell into a deep sleep, a dreamless sleep...
A broken heart will never be broken again if the pieces are already too small, but who said you can't step on the pieces...
BRUCE felt something was wrong, a bad feeling, he double checked his kids and found every one of them, but the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong, so he went to look at the cameras in the batcave, wrong move ...
Looking at the cameras, he finally figured out what was wrong, his daughter, his little daughter came out, she ran away, he felt panic rising inside him, and he heard a noise behind him, and when he looked he saw Jason looking at the recording of the video. security camera with a death glare, before Bruce nodded as Jason quickly turned and went to warn the others...
That's why now they were all in the Batcave, looking at the security cameras, Tim blamed himself for not being able to stop this, he made so many plans, because he can't make a plan in case this happened, now she was lost, in the darkness of Gotham City, a dark place...
But they will find you, no matter what it takes
They will burn down Gotham if necessary
It looks like it won't rain water from the sky, but rather blood...
A/N: hello little lamb, I hope you liked it, it wasn't my idea, I was inspired by an account that had this great idea, sorry for any grammar or spelling errors, and sorry again for the defined gender, remember to take care of yourself, little one little lamb, bye bye, take care...
Signed: đđđŽ...
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Pairing: Yandere HOTD x Targaryen Reader part 1
Summary: Everything was fine. You were happy. Your mother was expecting a child, and soon enough, you would have another one to call family, to call your own. Everything was perfect. What could possibly go wrong?
Ëę°notesęąâ§ Reader is Rhaenyra's twin. Criston is already reader personal gourd. Dark reader. English is not my first language. Gifs don't belong to me credit to the owner. Hope you enjoy!
The chamber was warm, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light that streamed through the narrow windows, casting golden patterns on the stone floor. Y/n stood by her motherâs bedside, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Aemmaâs face. Her mother was always beautiful, but now, heavy with child, there was a fragility to her that made Y/nâs heart stir in ways she wasnât used to. A strange protectiveness, an almost suffocating need to keep her safe from all the sharp, ugly things in the world.
Aemmaâs hand, delicate and pale, rested atop her swollen belly. Her breathing was slow, rhythmic, and tired. Y/n could see it, the weariness that clung to her motherâs every movement. She had been sick often lately, and though no one spoke of it, Y/n could feel something dark looming over them. Something inevitable.
"You must be kind, Y/n," Aemma said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but still full of that soft warmth that made her sound so motherly. "Be careful⌠be kind. To people⌠to the babe."
Her motherâs words hung in the air, and Y/n felt a smile tug at her lipsâsoft, gentle. Kind. I have always been kind, she thought, her mind drifting to the moments where she had shown her love, in the ways only she knew how.
âI am kind,â she replied softly, kneeling beside her motherâs bed and taking Aemmaâs hand. It was cool to the touch, but still, her motherâs fingers closed weakly around hers. âIâve always been kind to you, Mother. To Father, to Rhaenyra... I will be kind to my brother too.â Her voice dropped to a whisper, a secret shared between them. âIâve already chosen a dragon egg for him. Dreamfyre's, and he will be great. He will be a king, Mother.â
Aemma smiled, but it was tired, worn. âYou sound so certain itâs a boy,â she said with a faint laugh, but there was no real joy behind itâjust exhaustion.
âItâs just a feeling,â Y/n said, her smile deepening as she leaned down to kiss her motherâs cheek, lingering just a little too long. Her skin is soft, she thought, and cold. Like a candle thatâs been left to burn too long. But thatâs alright. Y/n had warmth enough for both of them. She could give that to her. She would always take care of her mother.
Her lips brushed her motherâs cheek one last time before she pulled away, straightening her posture. "Rest, Mother," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over Aemmaâs arm as she withdrew. âIâll be back soon.â
As she left the chamber, Y/n's mind wandered. A king. My little brother will be a king, and he will love me more than anyone else. More than Rhaenyra ever could. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Her brother, with silver hair like hers, riding a dragon she had chosen for him. She could already see itâthe two of them, bounding, and nothing would ever come between them. This time there would be no rats like that cunt, Alicent.
But now... now she had other needs to attend to. A different kind of satisfaction.
She made her way through the winding corridors of the Red Keep, her mind already drifting to him. Her favorite. Heâs always so eager for me, she thought with a smirk. So desperate to please, so desperate to be needed. She liked that about himâhis submission, his willingness to do whatever she asked without question. And his hair... gods, his silver hair. It always reminded her of home.
She reached the brothels and paused at the door, her hand resting on the cold wood. Do I want him soft tonight? Or do I want to see him cry? She wasnât sure yet. Maybe both. Maybe neither.
Pushing open the door, she stepped inside, her eyes immediately finding him. He was kneeling, waiting, as she had taught him to. His head bowed, silver hair falling into his eyes. The sight sent a flicker of warmth through herâsomething like affection, but sharper. Heâs beautiful, she thought. Perfect.
"Look at me," she commanded softly, and he obeyed, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were wide, nervous. Good. She liked him that way.
"Iâve missed you," she purred, moving closer, her fingers already itching to thread through his hair. Yes, heâll do well tonight. Maybe Iâll let him cum.
The smile that spread across her lips was soft, almost tender. I am always kind.
The room was dark, the air thick with the remnants of sleep. Y/n stirred under the silk sheets, her body warm, still damp from the nightâs indulgences. Her skin glowed faintly in the low light, the satisfaction of her desires lingering like an aftertaste. She let out a sigh, stretching lazily, the weight of Aelorâs body no longer pressed against hers.
Then she heard it. A faint soundâsomething off. Her eyes snapped open, sharp, awake.
Aelor stood at the foot of the bed, naked but trembling, a dagger held to his throat. His silver hair was messy, his chest rising and falling quickly, eyes wild with panic.
She sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall from her body, completely unbothered by her nakedness. Her gaze locked onto the dagger, her voice calm, almost disinterested. "Aelor," she said softly, âput that away.â
But he didnât. Instead, he shook harder, his knuckles white around the handle of the blade. âI canât,â he whispered, his voice shaking. "I canât do this anymore."
Y/n frowned, her brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"
Aelor let out a sob, his knees buckling as he stumbled backward, pressing the dagger harder against his skin. âYouâyouâve made me miserable! Every time Iâm with you, I feel like Iâm dying. Youâre cruel, youâre wicked, and youâve taken everything from me! I hate you!â
Y/n blinked, her head tilting slightly, almost like she was confused. âYou hate me?â she repeated, the words foreign to her. No one hated her. How could they? She was perfect. Is this a joke? She didnât like it.
âYes!â he shouted, his voice cracking. âYouâve ruined me! I want to die! I want to end it, right here, right now!â
For a moment, she just stared at him, her mind racing. This is ridiculous. Heâs being ridiculous.
"Aelor," she said, her voice low, almost soothing. "Stop this nonsense. I can give you anything you want. Do you want gold? A dragon egg? A house by the sea? Just put the dagger down and tell me what you want."
But he shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face. âI donât want any of that! I want to die! I want to be free of you!â
Die? The word was distant to her. Why would he want that? He has everything. She shifted, the furs slipping from her as she regarded him coolly. âDonât be ridiculous, Aelor. You have a good life. Youâre mine. What could be so bad about that?â
But he wasnât listening. His breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he teetered on the edge of some terrible decision. âI canât... I canât... I want this to stop. I wantââ
And then she heard it. A whisper. Faint, from the other side of the door.
âThe queen⌠sheâs gone.â
Her heart stopped.
Everything froze. The room, Aelor, the very air around her seemed to still as the words sank in.
"The queen is dead," came another hushed voice from outside the door. "Died in the birthing bed."
The words hit Y/n like a physical blow, sinking deep into her chest. Dead? No. Not Mother.
The room spun, and suddenly her world collapsed in on itself, like a dying star pulling everything into its cold, black heart. Her breathing quickened. She blinked fast, too fast. Her mother was gone. Her mother was gone.
No.
She felt her throat tighten, the air in the room thick and heavy, pressing against her skin. Her vision blurred, the walls seeming to warp and bend. She could hear somethingâan incessant buzzing in her ears, like bees trapped inside her skull, buzzing louder and louder until it drowned out everything else.
Y/nâs world collapsed inward. The sound of blood rushing in her ears, louder and louder, a deafening buzz. Her vision blurred, the room swimming, spinning. Mother. Mother is dead. Sheâs gone.
She tried to shake her head, tried to clear the sound, but it wouldnât stop. The room was too bright. Too small. Too loud.
Her chest tightened, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the edges of her world shrank, leaving only the endless ringing in her ears and the hollow, aching emptiness that stretched out before her.
Gone.
Blinking rapidly, she shook her head, trying to clear it, but the buzzing only grew louder, drowning out everything else. She wanted to scream, wanted to tear the walls apart, to make everything stop, but her body wouldnât move. Her hands twitched, her fingers curling into the sheets, the fabric slipping through her grasp as if it wasnât even there.
And then, through the haze, she saw Aelor again, standing there, still holding the dagger to his throat, still crying, still screaming for a release that didnât matter anymore.
For a moment, she just looked at him. Her mind was blank, her heart hollow. Then, like ice breaking through, her lips twisted into something resembling a smile, cold and sharp.
âYou know what?â she said softly, her voice almost sweet. âYou should do it.â
Aelor blinked, his tears stopping momentarily as confusion washed over his face. âW-what?â
âGo on,â she urged, her voice a low, deadly whisper now. âSlide it across your throat. End it, like you said.â
His face paled, and the dagger in his hand shook. âNo⌠I donâtââ
âIâm not asking.â Her voice was like steel, cold and unyielding, her eyes dark and focused on him with terrifying intensity. âIâm telling you. Do it.â
âY/n, pleaseââ
âDo it!â Her voice cracked, sharp and vicious. âYou want to die, donât you? You hate me, donât you? Well, go ahead, Aelor. Do it. Kill yourself. Right here, right now.â
He stumbling back, eyes wide with terror. âNo⌠I donât want toââ
Y/n stood, the sheet slipping from her naked body as she stepped forward, her eyes locked on his. âOh, but you were so sure a moment ago. You were so brave.â Her voice was mocking now, cruel and sadistic. âWhat happened, Aelor? Where did all that courage go?â
He whimpered, pressing himself against the wall as if he could disappear into it, his eyes wide with horror.
And Y/nâs smile widened, her gaze never leaving his. "Do it," she whispered again, her voice now laced with something dark, something cold. Like Motherâs skin. Cold like her.
Criston stood outside the kingâs chamber, listening to the muffled sobs of the king as he grieved for his dead wife. It was a sound that shook himâa king reduced to tears, broken by a loss so profound that even Criston, found himself feeling an unfamiliar weight in his chest.
Rhaenyra sat silently beside her father, pale and stiff, like a statue carved from stone. But Y/n was nowhere to be found.
"Where is she?" the king whispered, his voice hoarse. "Where is Y/n?"
Rhaenyra lifted her eyes, but said nothing, her gaze distant, lost. She was mourning too.
Criston stepped forward, his hand instinctively tightening around the pommel of his sword. He knew where the princess was. He always knew. She had a⌠pattern.
Viserys looked up, his eyes red and swollen. "Find her. Bring her back."
Criston nodded, his expression calm but his insides twisting. "Yes, my king." He turned swiftly, leaving the room with heavy steps, his mind already racing. The brothel. She's at the brothel.
He moved with purpose, the corridors of the Red Keep passing in a blur as he descended into the streets of King's Landing. The brothel was well know, a place where she often disappeared when the weight of her world became too much. The place where she would indulge in the pleasures that soothed her disturbed soul. Criston had been there many timesâalways to fetch her, to drag her back to the world she so desperately wanted to escape.
The madam greeted him at the door, her face a practiced mask of indifference. She knew why he was here. She always knew.
"The princess?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
The madam didnât even blink. "Upstairs. First room on the left."
Criston didnât wait for more. He strode through the dimly lit hall, the stench of sweat, wine, and sex thick in the air. His heart pounded harder with each step, the weight of dread settling in his gut. He knew Y/n's moodsâher recklessnessâbut something felt different this time. Something was wrong.
He reached the door, pushing it open without hesitation. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat.
The man, her lover, lay sprawled on the floor, his throat slit from ear to ear, blood pooling beneath him like a dark, crimson lake. The smell of death hit him instantlyâmetallic, thick, suffocating.
And there, in the center of the room, sat Y/n. Naked, her knees pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her skin was stained with bloodâhis bloodâand in her hand, she still clutched the dagger. Her face was blank, hollow, as if all life had drained from her.
Cristonâs heart clenched painfully in his chest. Gods. What has she done?
Without thinking, he rushed to her side, kneeling in the blood, ignoring the way it soaked into his white cloak, staining it red. His hands were shaking as he reached for her, gently trying to pry the dagger from her grip. "My princess⌠Y/n⌠what have you done?" His voice was soft, filled with worry, but there was no judgment, no anger. Only concern. Only devotion.
She didnât respond. She didnât even look at him. Her eyes were distant, staring ahead as if she were seeing something far beyond this room, far beyond the dead body at her feet.
Cristonâs heart raced as he pulled the bloodied dagger from her hand, tossing it aside. He reached for the corner of his cloak, the pristine white fabric now ruined, and began to gently wipe the blood from her skin. His hands moved with care, as if she were fragileâlike a porcelain doll that might shatter at any moment.
"My princess," he whispered again, his voice tight with desperation. "It's me, Criston. Itâs all right. Youâre safe. Iâm here."
But she still didnât respond. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes unblinking. Criston could see the toll it was taking on her, the way her body shook faintly with each breath. She looked⌠lost. Like the little girl she had once been, scared and small.
âI want to go home,â she whispered, her voice so soft he almost didnât hear it.
He froze, his hand stilling on her arm as he looked at her. She didnât meet his gaze, didnât seem to even recognize him.
âI want to go home to my mother,â she repeated, her voice breaking, fragile, as if she were clinging to some distant hope.
Cristonâs heart shattered. The queen. He knew the news hadnât reached her yet. Her world had been her mother, and now⌠The queen was gone.
He swallowed hard, blinking back the sting in his eyes as he reached for a cloak from the bed, wrapping it carefully around her naked body, covering her from the cold that seemed to seep into her skin. "Youâll go home," he whispered, his voice trembling just slightly. "Iâll take you home."
With a soft grunt, he lifted her into his arms, her body limp and unresponsive as he held her against his chest. She was so small, so light. He hated seeing her like this. She was always so strong, so sharp. But now⌠now she was silent, and it terrified him.
He held her tightly, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, his white cloak now drenched in blood as he carried her through the brothel.
The madam said nothing as they passed, and the other patrons kept their eyes averted. Cristonâs face was set, his jaw clenched, his eyes forward.
Iâll take her home. It's alright. Everything would be fine.
Even if the rest of the world collapsed around them, he would be there. Always. For her. Only for her.
As they left the brothel behind, he felt her shift slightly in his arms, her breath warm against his neck.
âIâll take you home, princess,â he whispered again, more to himself than to her. "You don't need to be scared anymore."
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Yantober Day 3
Secret Collection [Yandere M. Hairdresser x Gn.Reader]
Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!
Not my favorite and already way behind đSorry for being gone for like, a week. I got kinda sick and then had to scramble to keep up with my new classes. I should be good for now, and I'll try to work through my asks and more of the yantober prompts for now.
Tipjar :)
Tw! Dead dove Do not Eat! MDNI! Stalking, non consensual photography, implied kidnapping, he's really weird, nsfw themes
Your hair stylist is just the best! He always knows how to keep you coming back almost every week...
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Clover knows that what he does isnât right.
He cuts your hair with diligent practice, every strand memorized with care and sweet tenderness. When your tresses lay by his shifting feet, it takes all within him not to cum on spot. Your scent drives him wild, and he knows that youâre the one for him after you come back a second time.
He collects your hair after he pretends to sweep it up and throw it out, rooting around the dustpan in the back of his storefront like a desperate, mangy animal. He lives just above his small, intimate salon, and he knows that if he can just get you to come up with him, that he can start getting you to fall for him.Â
Discount for today only! 75% off hair dyeing, lashes, and nails! Hurry in!
He typed it out and bit his lip as he stared at his screen. There wasnât any sale going on. Nobody but you was privy to this, of course. Months ago, when Clover first met you, he jumped on the chance to have your phone number. He rambled on and on about how it was standard for most of all his customers to punch it. You could earn points! And exclusive coupons! Of course he was just lying to you. He would just send out a few messages every week or so to try and bait you into coming back.Â
Today, he was washing your hair, trying desperately to not whip out his dick and cum all over your sweet, vulnerable face. He ran his hands through your hair, massaging in shampoo and sneakily putting every stray strand of hair that caught on his fingers on a stray napkin. For later, he promises himself with a barely restrained smirk.
â[Name]...â He called softly, watching with affection as your face crinkled before you stared up at him. A shiver ran down his spine. Fuck. If he could have your eyes on him like that at all times, he could die a happy man. He finished up rinsing you off, humming under your attention. âIâm trying to earn my masseuse license⌠Iâm thinking of expanding the services I offer,â He explained while he moved you to a sitting position and placed a towel at your neck. You blinked up at him curiously.
Yes. Just like that. Be lured in by what I can give you.
âMore? But Clover,â You laughed, âYou already have a lot of things you do here. Plus, itâs only you running this place most of the time,â Your voice was filled with playful ease. He bet that you wouldnât know what he was doing even if he pressed his throbbing hard on to your lips right the second.
âI have employees, silly,â He teased, flicking a bit of water onto your face. You giggled and wiped it off. On days you had booked him, he would basically clear out his salon of any other customers or employees. He wanted it to just be the two of you, after all.
âAnyways, you know me. Iâm always looking to expand my craft,â he hummed and led you over to the vanity chair, pumping up your seat so he was leaning over you jussst right. You couldnât see the large tent in his pants in the mirror, but he sighed happily. Oh, your neck felt so delicate underneath his fingers. He could feel your pulse thrumming. He would give anything to be able to bottle that sensation and put it up in his little room dedicated to you.
Clover slips a thin paper strip around your neck before draping a cape around you. Heâd definitely nick that for later. He has a whole stack of them that he likes to sniff from time to time. He hums a small tune, one heâd seen playing on your phone once, and pulls out his hair tools. With every strand that he collects in his comb, he wets his lips with anticipation. He starts up the blow dryer and watches your lips part and your face scrunch up in mild frustration as the loud noise cuts you off. How cute.
After a moment of him working, massaging his fingers into your scalp with an air of nonchalance, he cuts the offending machine and lets you speak while he trims away at your layers.
âIâm kind of jealous,â you admitted, and he couldnât help but perk up. âYouâre always working to get better, to do more,â your words stroked his ego, and he hoped that you wouldnât take note of how flushed his face was in the mirror. You finished off with a shrug and a small smile. âI guess I just admire youâŚâ
Cloverâs heart jumped in his chest. Oh man⌠You had no idea. Him admirable? Would you think that still if you saw the room he had dedicated to you?
âIs that a yes to being my guinea pig, then?â He teased and leaned in so his breath fanned over your ear. You blinked for a moment and then relaxed a bit. He tried to not grin. Got you.
âYeah sure, why not.â
He worked quickly, careful to not mess up your hair as he went along styling it to be just the way you liked. Braiding, blowouts, perms, whatever you requested, he could do it. He knew he was good at what he did, and he knew that with all the discounts he lured you in with couldnât be beat. He was so excited, practically vibrating with joy. As he finished up, he placed his hands on your shoulders.
âOkay! All done! Now just give me a moment to get everything ready for you,â He said and rushed upstairs, every creak of the wood igniting fire into his heart. In his arms was the hair and some objects you had touched. He wondered if you thought on his actions the way he thought about yours.Â
Sometimes, he thinks, he wishes you would find out about how much he loves you. Heâs not delusional, but by god does he wish he was. That way he could at least pretend that you would be okay with all of this. He quickly organizes the hair in its respective drawer, and the other in neat little rows that he has labeled. Used wax strips, the nail files heâs used on your hands and feet, old combs, were arranged like precious items among other things you left behind. A half empty tube of chap stick, some receipts that heâs analyzed hundreds of times, old, spat out gum. It was all here, but he needed more. He craved more of you.
Clover locked up that room with much effort. Oh how much he wanted you.
He lit candles, set up the table, heated stones, and brought the various oils and lotions he couldnât wait to see your body slick with. He heard the creaking on the stairs, and he shuddered.Â
âOh, you got impatient, huh?â He comments, and your footsteps stop abruptly, like you were embarrassed to be caught.
âYeahhhh,â You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you blushed. He bit his lip, his face hidden by the flickering light. âI just couldnât stand waiting⌠you know me.â
He did. He knew you so well. Heâs happy the two of you could agree.
âOkay, hereâs a robe⌠Just go behind that curtain over there and then put this on.â
Clover watches with satisfaction while you did as he instructed. You didnât know, couldnât know of course, that he had put a camera in the corner. You wouldnât blame him, right? Not if you didnât find out. He just couldnât pass up on the opportunity to get a rare, nude pic of you. After all, he hadnât been able to get into your home yet.
You slunk out from behind the safety of the partition in that fluffy robe, and he smiled warmly and beckoned you forward. He could practically imagine the amount of new additions he could add to his photo wall. You hopped up onto the table, and he covered you with a sheet. He started a playlist of relaxing music before he rubbed some oil onto his palm before he began kneading the flesh of your legs through the sheet, watching your now relaxed face with an intense gaze.Â
Clover loved you. He loved the way you sighed in pleasure as he worked on a particularly stiff knot under your skin. He loved the way you trusted him. He would cherish the robe and the sheet that had touched your pliant form. Everything would be looked after and stored with the utmost care.
Including you.
He smiled, loving and sickeningly sweet as he grabbed a neatly folded, soaked cloth off of the table from its place nestled between decorative flowers. He hovered it over your face as he drank in the sight of your still features. Your nose scrunched, and he bit back the urge to coo. He sighed happily. He wondered if you had caught on that this was the last time you would ever trust him again, that this was the last time you would be anything more than the crowned jewel that heâd been coveting this whole time.
Your eyes fluttered open, his grin stretched wider, and he pressed the cloth down.
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Title: Mesmerized.
Pairing: Yandere!Lyney x Reader (Genshin).
Word Count: 0.8k.
TW: Hypnosis, Unhealthy Relationships, General Lose of Autonomy, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Stalking, and Obsessive Behavior.
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âYouâre getting crueler, brother.â
Lynette watched you stir at the sound of her voice, nearly identical to that of your dearly beloved, but you slackened as soon as you realized it was only his sister, melting back into place against Lyneyâs side. Your expression was one of vacant bliss; all glassy eyes and careless smiles, worry only visible in the dark circles laced under your eyes, the pained creases folded into either corner of your mouth. A poor imitation, altogether. You looked more like yourself when you were angry.
Lyney hummed, resting his head on your shoulder. As if trained to, you cooed softly and raised a hand, carding your fingers through his hair as he spoke, self-satisfaction heavy in his voice. âIâm sure I donât know what you mean. Is it cruel to want to spend time with oneâs dearly cherished?â
âFather said not to let the public see them untilââ
ââuntil weâve fallen in love,â Lyney finished. It was a clipped summary, to say the least. In reality, Lord Arlecchinoâs order had played more closely to the tune of âuntil youâve collared your pet properlyâ, but admittedly, Lynette mightâve missed something. She and Freminet had been listening from the other side of a steel door, and Lyney hadnât been eager to discuss their conversation after her lecture ended. âAnd Iâm sure, if you bothered to ask, youâd already know that weâre quite in love. Arenât we, beautiful?â
âQuite in love,â you parroted. There was something strange about your inflection, as if you were trying to speak in a language you hadnât yet mastered, but Lynette chose not to dwell on it.
âAnd Iâd hardly call this the public,â Lyney went on, when Lynette made it clear that she had yet to be impressed. He made a quick, sweeping gesture to the rest of the backstage area â as if the technicians and stage-hands rushing between lighting rigs and half-assembled props were no more real than the silhouetted figures painted onto the set dressing they were hauling into place. âThink of it as⌠a trial run, to see how much weâve improved. If everything goes well tonight, perhaps weâll be able to attend Fatherâs next banquet together, too. Iâve been dying to introduce them to the rest of our family â preferably without all the screaming and biting, this time.â
That, Lynette could admit, would probably be for the best. She still had a bruise in the shape of your teeth on her left wrist from the day sheâd met you, but Lyney still claimed itâd been one of your better first impressions.
âIâve always wanted to see one of your shows.â You were cupping Lyneyâs face, now, using your thumb to draw tender circles into his cheek. âIâve always loved the opera. Youâre playing the male lead, right?â
Lynette pursed her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she turned her attention pointedly towards her brother. He looked away. âIâm still working out the kinks. By this time next week, it should all be right as rain.â
Reluctantly, Lynette let her attention shift back to you. Your sleeves were long, dense with lace and tulle, but a patch of reddened, raw skin where the shackle had been wrapped around your wrist was just barely visible underneath the frivolous material. There was a slight tremble in your stiff shoulders, and when she looked closely, she could see that you were swaying; your legs weak from disuse, barely able to hold your own weight. Her brother, on the other hand â she could remember the last time sheâd seen him smiling so widely. He been in a state of pure, untethered euphoria since the moment you were dragged, kicking and swearing, into one of the Fatuiâs lesser-used underground holding facilities, and she rarely saw him without a glint in his eye and a light flush painted over her cheeks. It was almost upsetting, to see a face so much like her own so distorted. If she hadnât been so used to his sudden flurries of passion, she mightâve been disturbed.
âIt canât last.â Lyney straightened, but she didnât give him a chance to cut in. âTheâthe trance, I mean. Youâre a magician, not a hypnotist. Itâs going to wear off, eventually.â
âIâve always hated stage magic,â you muttered, dreamily. âI know I shouldnât, but I canât help it. I hate feeling like Iâm the only person who doesnât know whatâs going on.â
âIt doesnât need to last forever, just long enough.â This time, it was Lyney who caught your chin in his hand, pulling you just close enough for a quick, shallow kiss. Lynette looked away before she could be forced to endure yet another unabashed show of affection, but she could still hear him far too clearly when he spoke seconds later, his voice now nearly distant as your own.
âUntil we both manage to forget how we could ever live apart.â
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KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR âââ jonathan crane â§â¤
ŕłâ⡠âFinally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet--you are mine.â â âPostcolonial Love Poemâ, Natalie Diaz.
pairing. yandere!jonathan crane x reader
summary. a few months ago, you found out about your close friendâs⌠habit, of âcleaning upâ creeps who hung around you. you use this to your advantage, but can you deal with the repercussions when your words backfire?
warnings. swearing, stalking, jonathan being creepy & delusional, manipulative but naive reader, mention of murder, p in v, creampie, breeding kink/forced breeding/babytrapping, unprotected sex, mild somno, oral sex (f), panty kink, forced cockwarming, drugging, heavy dubcon/noncon, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!Â
word count. 6.1k
a/n. this is definitely the darkest thing ive ever written. pls read w caution everyone!!! this is also inspired by these headcanons by @babybluebex and this alphabet by @scorpiussage !!
i.
You covered your face with your palms, sniffling. âMaybe Iâm just being overdramatic. I was always too nice to him, yâknow? Maybe I did lead him on.â
Jonathanâs head snapped to you, swiftly stepping toward the couch and kneeling down in front of you. âNo, no, thatâs what he wants you to think. You did nothing wrong,â he assured, pulling your hands away from your face and wiping a sneaky, non-existent tear from the corner of your eye.Â
You pouted at Jonathan, big doe eyes glistening with grief. âI just donât know what Iâm going to do tomorrow⌠and everyday after that,â you lamented, âbecause itâll be so - upsetting, seeing him.â
Jonathanâs large hands clasped around your own, delicate and warm. âDoes it scare you? Him being there?â he murmured softly, peering deeply into you with an indecipherable look.
You nodded pitifully, looking down at his hands wrapped in yours so your hair would fall in front of your face, hopefully shielding the glee sparkling in your eyes. Thank god Jonathan had taken the bait -- it was only a matter of time before your dear, obsessive friend would get rid of your competitor for you.Â
It was late evening, and youâd called Jonathan, pretending to rant about a coworker who confessed and got slightly violent at the fact you did not reciprocate his feelings. In truth, none of that had happened at allâ said coworker was vying for the same promotion opportunity as you were, and it was just your luck that a few months ago you discovered your sweet friend from college had made it a habit to âclean upâ any creeps and freaks hanging around you.Â
What kind of ambitious career-woman would you be if you didnât take advantage of that, huh? So there you were, crying on the phone so devastatingly that Jonathan would have no choice but to come over, comfort you, and later, be your knight in shining armor and kill, kidnap or maim your coworker.Â
You didnât think it immoral to do so, yâknow, even though it clearly was. To you, it was just⌠indulging his little hero-fantasy, while also making your life just that much easier. It made you happy, and it made Jonathan happy.Â
It was all harmless (to you, anyway), because you knew how reserved Jonathan was⌠how logical he was. You were positive heâd never cross that line, go too far; stray out of the shadows with that possibility of losing you still hanging over him like a cloud.Â
You wrapped your arms around Jonathanâs thin neck, hugging him tightly. âThank you for coming tonight,â you murmured, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. He shuddered under your touch, and you knew you had him whipped; probably already so deep within a plan to kill your coworker nothing could stop him.
âThank you for telling me,â he said, pulling away and letting his hand come up to the hand-print sized bruises on your shoulder. âI canât believe that - that monster hurt you.â Jonathan shook his head aghast, and you didnât miss the way his eyes moved from your bruised shoulder to the strap of your lacy bra, trailing down your breasts before snapping back up to your face.
Your coworker hadnât actually hurt you, obviously, but you had asked him to knead out a knot in your shoulder at lunch, and made him pinch harder âtill you knew it would bruise. Youâd known him for a couple of years now, coming from the same training batch, and had been involved in plenty of tit-for-tat exchanges, âscratch my back, Iâll scratch yoursâ type of deals.Â
So you were close enough to be comfortable massaging the other-- but youâd be fucking damned if he got the promotion and you didnât.Â
âItâs not that bad,â you murmured, ducking your head like you were ashamed.Â
âYou donât need to downplay it -- least of all to me,â Jonathan tutted softly, two fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze again.Â
You pressed your lips into a thin line, brows knitting. âI know, Iâm sorry, I justâŚâ you blinked rapidly, as if you were trying to do away with on-coming tears, âI thought you wouldnât believe me. He said⌠he said that nobody would believe me.â
And just like that, it was like a shadow had passed over him. Jonathanâs expression contorted almost frighteningly quickly, and gone were the delicate, comforting sweetness of his sharp features; thus came the darkened eyes, clenched jaw, frown digging into his cheeks.Â
ââŚHe said that?â Jonathan whispered, voice low, barely containing the rage seeping into his words.
âHe said that - he could do⌠do whatever he wanted to me, and Iâd never convince a soul.â You confided, letting your face get weepy, tear tracks running along the curve of your cheeks.Â
At that, you suddenly pulled Jonathan close to you, pressing your face to his chest and making anguished cries leave your throat. His hands shakily came up to pet your hair, and you could hear his heartbeat; skipping beats and growing faster the longer you clutched onto him.Â
âI believe you,â Jonathan insisted, and went from petting you to holding you so tight you could barely breathe, âI believe you.â
ii.
You never saw your coworker again. Heâd sent in a notice of âvacationâ that nobody could really object to⌠considering he also informed your boss heâd already gone, and was sending said notice from his hotel.
Sure, that was incredibly suspicious anywhere else, but thatâs the thingâ you werenât âanywhere elseâ, you were in Gotham. If your coworker had actually gone on a split-second vacation, nobody would blame him; everyone you knew who lived in Gotham had snapped, at least once, and had to get away. Most temporarily, some permanently -- in which, chalking his fate up to Jonathan, your coworker was definitely the latter.Â
Honestly, you werenât very surprised when you found out Jonathan was, for lack of better word, murdering people. Specifically, people he deemed a âthreatâ to you.Â
Jonathan had always been⌠a touch too overprotective. Territorial, even. It was far subtler in college, but you supposed that was because youâd seen him everyday; with both of you trekking through your hellish career aspirations, you couldnât see each other as often as you had back in school. It was like that saying-- absence makes the heart grow fonder.Â
Youâd first met Jonathan in GSUâs large community library, after you dropped a book on his head. You were on one side of the bookshelf, he on the other, and you were trying to grab a book on a too-tall ledge. Instead of getting your measly grip on it, it went backwards and smacked Jonathan right in the rimless frames. It was a meet-cute, sort of, with you apologizing profusely, him brushing your worries off with that irritatingly charming smile of his, and then helping you with any books you needed (a clear advantage of his height) for the rest of the day.Â
From there you became close friends. He always knew the right things to say, had various fascinating interests (half of them coinciding with your own), and was always, without fail nor doubt, an absolute darling. He never poked or prodded into information you didnât want to tell him (at least not yet), constantly staying polite, respectful, eloquent, and patient.Â
You knew now why and how your relationship had escalated like so: you suspected heâd been one of those âcreepsâ hanging around you, long before the library incident in your early college days. You first began adoring him for the most part because it felt like he understood you perfectly, unknowingly adhering to all your creature habits, liking all your hobbies, and knowing every word that could make you let your guard down like youâd been friends for years. It all made sense now-- heâd collected said information just from watching you for so long.Â
Thus the âmeet cute, sort ofâ; Jonathan had probably been planning the moment for months. Polite, respectful, eloquent, patient.Â
Why you? Well, you didnât know either. Getting psychological about this, you probably reminded him of a relative he adored - some Freudian aspect coming into play, yâknow? But it all boiled down to one constant fact: he was obsessed with you.Â
It shouldâve scared you, and it probably wouldâve, back in college, but it didnât now. His type was a dime a dozen, incredibly hard to come by; the kind of guy who you know you can trust, rely on, know without a doubt he will never leave.Â
Even if you and Jonathan were just friends, you suspected in his sweet, beautiful, sick and twisted mind heâd long since considered you his â and, similarly, since finding out his secret, you began thinking of him as yours. Perhaps not yours romantically, but more like you owned him. He was the ever-present lucky charm in your pocket, the one who reminded you that youâd been loved before so youâll be loved again, your constant support.Â
âHowâre you feeling?â Jonathanâs worried voice crackled out of your beat-up phone, startling you back to reality. You were hiding in your car while on break, not keen on talking to any of your coworkers or bosses in the cafeteria, when youâd gotten a call from him.Â
âA lot better, actually.â You said, taking a bite of your lunch and trying to sound relieved rather than giddy. ââŚHe went on vacation.â
Jonathan hummed on the other end of the line. You could hear the grin in his tone, but he quickly coughed, smoothing out the cheerful jitters in his voice. âReally? Thatâs rather⌠well-timed.â
You shrugged, as if Jonathan could see you, âWhether itâs about me, or not, Iâm just⌠glad I donât have to see him.â
âKnow that I agree wholeheartedlyâ the thought of him being near you made my stomach turn.â He let out a sigh, like his nerves were finally relaxing, âHow about you come over tonight? I can make us a nice dinner, you can stay over if you want-- I regret leaving you alone last night⌠you were terrified.â
You bit your lip. When it came to Jonathan actually getting, well, romantic, you hesitated. Did he really want you, or was it his obsession kicking in? You knew he loved who he thought you were: a frail girl he needed to protect, not knowing youâd been using him to your heart's content since you found out his dirty little secret.
You were running out of fingers on your hands to count how many people youâd directed him to⌠clean up. First it was little targets, like the barista at your usual coffee place whoâd flirt and always take too long making your drink, causing several lates at work. More recently it was the landlord of your apartment, whoâd raised the rent three times in one month; after she died, the ownership went to her absent-minded son who reset the prices to the original, more-than-comfortable regular rate.Â
But⌠you supposed you could humor him. A reward of some sorts; an unknowing treat to your obedient, sweetheart guard dog. âIâll stop by, then,â you responded delicately. âI⌠didn't want you to leave either, Jon,â you murmured, before quickly hanging up.Â
Later, after work, youâre driving to Jonathanâs with a bottle of white wine. You did these kinds of things for eachother -- little gifts, you mean -- often. Yesterday, he visited your flat with pastries from a bakery you liked all the way down in Old Gotham.Â
âChardonnay,â Jonathan commented when you arrived, ushering you through the front door with a squeeze to the thigh and gently inspecting the bottle. âYou know me so well.âÂ
âDare I say the best,â you grinned, pressing a friendly peck to his cheek and handing him your evening coat before traversing into his houseâs large kitchen, swiping a finger-dip into the various dishes he had laid out in the middle of cooking.
âAt least donât touch dessert,â he pouted, quickly hanging your coat in his entry closet and trailing behind you. But his expression still cracked into a loving smile when he saw you sneak your pinkie-finger into a chocolate custard.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâll be patient,â you backed off with a cheeky smile, arms up in the air and opting to hoist yourself on an empty counter and watch him resume cooking.Â
âHow thoughtful of you,â he responded sarcastically.
It didnât take him long at all to finish up, and your eyes were trained on his sinewy figure the whole way through; the careful way he cooked, the absolute attention to every detail.Â
Sure, you could say that was because Jonathan was a detail-oriented person (because he was), but you also knew it was because he was nervous, fumbling to impress you-- you noticed these kinds of things a whole lot more after finding out. Like how he gave you his coat when you went out together late at night and it was cold, how he often kept you close with a hand to the small of your back, how intently he listened to your every word, like it was the last thing heâd ever hear.Â
âLike what you see?â Jonathan joked when he was done, urging you to sit down across from him and handing you the chardonnay poured in one of his wine glasses.Â
âMâjust admiring your cooking skills,â you explained sweetly, taking the glass and sipping it mildly.Â
Jonathanâs eyes crinkled, lips curling into a sheepish smile. He didnât respond, but he didnât have to: he radiated delight. You swore you could see pink dusting his high cheekbones, a feverish blush burning from his ears to his pale neck.Â
From there, dinner went on with some friendly chatter, his skillful dishes, and several more glasses of chardonnay. Nothing ever got old with Jonathan-- he listened well and he spoke gently and he revered your every word; you felt important just by being near him, he was so devoted.Â
By the end of the night, however, you were feeling rather light-headed- veering on the edge of unconsciousness: âI think Iâll - take you up on that offer, JonâŚâ you murmured, trailing off and getting up from your seat. It was odd, surely, how quickly a mere white wine had gotten you drunk, but then again youâd been housing a nearly-full glass every few minutes. You lost your drink count ages ago.Â
Jonathan, ever the gentleman, stopped tidying up immediately. âGood judgment,â he nodded agreeably, coming to your aid and picking you up bridal style. Your head swam at the sudden movement, his feet swiftly heading down the hallway, but his gentle voice quickly aided the dizziness: âDonât force yourself and donât worry, just sleepâŚâ
âMâsorry,â you whispered, holding him tightly by the lapel, more words on the tip of your tongue, but he just shushed you, âdidnât help.â
âThatâs quite alright, my love,â he replied lowly, entering his bedroom. He pressed an uncharacteristic kiss to your forehead and let you down onto his cushy mattress, watching how quickly your eyes dropped. You were certainly feeling the effects of the glass he laced now-- and then you were out.Â
Jonathan needed to have you now, under his protection, and heâd achieve that through any means necessary, be it liquid melatonin or anything elseâŚ
âYouâll have plenty of time to help later. Youâre home now.â
iii.
âSorry about⌠last night,â you said the next morning when you got up, rubbing your eyes sleepily and padding into Jonathanâs kitchen.Â
You found him leaning against his marble countertops, gently sipping down a mug of black coffee within his calloused grip, and he raised a brow amusedly. âYou said the same thing in your sleep.â
Your gaze darted away from his own at the sudden embarrasssment. âNonetheless⌠thanks, Jon. Iâll be out of your hair immediately-- Iâm actually rather late for work. I kept a dress here last time, right?â
He set down his mug with a dull clink, and in your rambling, heâd made his way right in front of you. âNo need,â he murmured, to which you tilted your head in confusion.Â
âI already called in for you. Youâre not going to work today.â He explained, a thin smile coming up to his face, eyes gleaming.
You laughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling trapped at the way he took slow steps forward, making you backtrack into the wall. âWhat are -- Jonathan, what are you talking about?â
âI canât, in good conscience, let you leave.â Jonathan insisted with a nod, expression knitted in a way you knew he thought he was doing the right thing.Â
ââLet meâ leave? Is- is this a joke? Because itâs⌠itâs not a funny one,â you stuttered, heart beginning to hammer in your chest at the way he looked down at you. It was like he was watching a wounded animal-- in a way, you felt like it⌠and Jonathan was clearly your predator.Â
âItâs not a joke, dear. Gothamâs gotten too dangerous for you,â he informed you softly, hands coming up to hold your face lovingly. His steps stopped, and you felt it: heâd finally pinned you against the wall, and there was no escape. âThat coworker of yours was the last straw. My heart aches at the thought of what he couldâve done to you.â
âI - that wasnâtâŚâ You trailed off, cringing at the way he leaned in further, his hot breath fanning on your cheeks -- how helpless you were against his advances.Â
You knew something was going to happen when Jonathan couldnât just stay on the sidelines anymore, but you didnât think itâd happen like this. You thought it might end with him professing his love to you, pleading and begging you to indulge him fully. That heâd fume and sob at rejection⌠that heâd let you go.Â
But Jonathan was like a ticking time bomb: with every victim you gave him, moments were ticked off his clock. It seemed that your coworker was the last second⌠and that heâd had enough of his frail darling being surrounded left and right by threats to take care of. He knew itâd all be so much easier if he could keep you safe in one spot, a place only he could enter.
âThat wasnât what? My god, I knew I couldnât leave you all alone like that anymore⌠youâre too sweet, too innocent to know whatâs gone too far,â he shook his head pityingly, unaware how hypocritical his words were.Â
âJonathan,â you looked up at him, breath catching at the way his fingers dug into your neck, âwhat are -- what are you going to do to me?â
He let out a sharp laugh, âDo to you? Oh⌠no, my love, I wonât be doing anything to you⌠no, Iâll be keeping you safe.â
âSafe?â you repeated incredulously, âbut what about - my life? My friends? My family? My job?â
He shushed you, not unlike he had done just the other night, or the night before that, âYou donât need to worry about any of those trivial things anymore. You have me. Iâll give you anything -- no, everything you want.â
Your lips parted and closed, unable to come up with a response that may cause him to realize the sheer insanity of what he was saying. Heâd gone too far⌠had slipped too deep into the infatuation while you werenât looking.
Then, Jonathan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and immediately invading your nostrils with the scent of his cologne. It had been nice, once, but now it sickened you: how quickly that scent made your head swirl and your stomach clench⌠how quickly Jonathan had went from a darling pet of yours to a terror of unimaginable size.Â
Fuck, you thought, fuck, youâd been playing with fire this whole time-- you had been playing with fire while being naive and underestimating and wholly stupid.Â
Youâd completely underestimated the depth of his commitment; how Jonathan was the kind of man who loved one and only one, and that there was no letting go with him. That once he had his claws in your skin, there was nothing that could stop him.Â
But then, you remembered your thoughts from just two days prior-- you had him whipped. It was like a lightbulb went off; you knew you could use that, use his mindless, adoring obsession to youâŚ
âJonathan,â you murmured under your breath, too quiet for him to hear as he hummed lovingly above you. âJonathan,â you repeated, louder this time, pushing him away and startling him.
He blinked rapidly, fixing his glasses that had gone askew in your sudden movement. âWhat is it, my love?â
âYou -- you love me, do you not?â you asked, swallowing the cowardly dryness in your throat.
Jonathan nodded vehemently, inching closer, desperate to have you in his arms again. âNothing in the world could compete with my love for you. Nothing.â
You exhaled shakily, putting your hands out in a poor way of creating more distance between you two. âI - I love you, too. I love you.â
You saw Jonathanâs face light up at your sudden confession, saw how his demeanor changed from hesitant to beaming. âYou love me?â
âYes, yes, I do,â you insisted, panting as beads of sweat rolled down your back, âand Iâm telling you⌠I wonât anymore, not if you keep me here. If you truly love me, you wonât trap me here.â
âItâs because I love you that I plan to keep you here,â he frowned, before grabbing you by the extended wrist, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you in a deathgrip.Â
âBut you love me,â he repeated in amazement, pressing rough kisses along the side of your neck that had you whimpering, âso youâll understand. God, how Iâve longed to hear those words leave your mouth.â
Jonathan had gotten tunnel vision at this point, barely registering your pleas, and when he began pawing at your clothes, apparently in some kind of delusion that your âconfessionâ was a lustful one⌠you jumped ship.Â
He thought your confession meant he had permission to have a taste of you, and while it made your knees buckle and your throat burn, if it meant he might finally fucking listen, let you convince him to let you leave⌠so fucking be it.Â
The two of you then stumbled back down his hallway to the bedroom, tugging at each otherâs garments while pressing hungry kisses on one another. You played along dutifully, trailing your hands along his back while tugging off his jacket, and other articles of clothing.Â
Entering the bedroom at last, Jonathan gently pushed you down onto the springy bed, having long since undone you-- you were left in your lacy underwear from the night before: black bra, black stockings, lacy thong hidden beneath it.Â
You wore thongs because they didnât leave any panty lines under your thin pencil skirts, but you were quickly regretting the choice when Jonathan crawled onto the bed and roughly tugged down your stockings, surely leaving holes and runs in them, and let out a lecherous groan at the sight.Â
âGod, I love your body,â he purred, hands hungrily groping your thighs and throwing your ruined stockings off to the side. âCanât believe how long I waited for this.â
You closed your legs on instinct shyly, but he just as quickly pried your legs apart, leaning in and pressing sweet kisses along the soft flesh. âJonathanâŚâ you whimpered, trying to act needy, like you wanted him so bad-- in reality, you wanted to get this over with.Â
You reckoned if you let him fuck you, get him pussywhipped, you could promise youâd adore him wholeheartedly if he just fucking let you leave his house. You couldnât deny how his ministrations made you feel, though; his plush lips brushing along your clothed cunt made tingles run up your spine, made your heart beat in a way that was anticipatory rather than terrified.Â
âLet me take care of you,â he promised, slipping off your panties and leaving your lips bare. You wouldâve hissed at the cold, but the noise died in your throat as you saw Jonathan ball up the lace and press it to his face, inhaling deeply.Â
âFuck, you smell so good,â Jonathan groaned, and you almost gagged. âWonder how good youâll tasteâŚâ With that, he pressed his face between your legs and began lapping up your wetness, and you felt a gleeful smile tug at his face.Â
You gasped at the sudden action, bucking up into him on instinct. Your cheeks burned with shame, but you still choked on an unwarranted mewl when Jonathanâs tongue slipped inside your sticky hole and felt along your velvet walls.Â
He couldnât exactly speak, with his mouth trained artfully on your cunt, but he let out an unintelligible noise of approval. All of this made you nauseous, your insides twisting in disgust, but your body reacted the opposite, pussy pulsing and clenching around him.Â
It was just -- fucking criminal how skillful he was with that long tongue of his, licking long stripes up and down, suckling on your clit, searching for the spongy spot in your cunt that he knew he couldnât find without his cock, but wanted to make you squirm anyway.Â
You felt that familiar pressure building within you, his tongue going down on you faster, making shameful squelching noises echo around the room. He was hitting every pressure point, something you hadnât felt in⌠well, honestly, you werenât sure youâd been eaten out like this everâŚÂ
The thought you were enjoying this, that he might actually make you come made you queasy, and your hands tangled through his locks, pulling him away. âWant - want your⌠your cock,â you panted, shaking your head when he tried to bury himself in your sex again.Â
Jonathan frowned, going from all fours to sitting on the backs of his heels. âBabyâŚâ he said, hesitant. You knew he wanted to take his time, worship you, treat you lovingly, but you were getting confused⌠losing yourself to the pleasure, forgetting you were doing this to stop him from holding you captive, not because you actually wanted it.Â
You pouted, and, to prove your point further, you pressed one of your feet onto his extremely noticeable bulge, fondling it softly. He nearly doubled over at the much needed friction to his neglected cock, and then Jonathan finally let go of all his inhibitions, giving into his primal needs.Â
He quickly undid his belt buckle and fly, slipping out of his suit trousers. Your heart sank at the reveal of his size; the imprint of his cock looked extremely intimidating, and that was beneath his boxer shorts.Â
It seemed your thoughts showed on your face, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, leaving an embarrassing amount of your wetness on the skin. âItâs okay, my love,â he reassured, âyour pretty pussy can take me.â
You nodded hesitantly, your teeth capturing your bottom lip and nipping at it nervously as you watched him completely undress⌠his cock wasnât very thick, but boy, was it long, coloured a delicate pink hue that was pretty and aching, but you knew he wouldnât be using it delicately at all.Â
The way he looked at you, almost feral, eyes dragging over every curve and practically melting at how your hole gaped for him had you wanting to cover up, run away-- but you held still and forced yourself to brave through it.Â
You only need to do this once, you repeat mentally, only once, and you can convince him to let you go.Â
Jonathan didnât waste any time touching himself or anything like that, he merely crawled atop of you and slotted himself between your shuddering lips. âSo wet,â he grunted, slowly pushing his cockhead in.Â
Despite his words, and the terrifyingly glaring feeling of your wetness, you still winced at the stretch; your back arched at the intrusion, your arms wrapping around his neck and digging your fingernails into his back just from the pain of his tip at your entrance.Â
He slid the rest of the way in jiltedly, and you let out a pained gasp, then a helpless whimper, and finally, his name, your voice weak and raspy as he laid his weight on your torso, panting at how you soaked him. His unruly length was going deeper than you thought possible, and your mind went fuzzy with fear at how itâd feel when he actually started thrusting in and out. You could only pray he didnât break you.Â
âYou did it, dear,â Jonathan announced proudly, pressing a kiss to your lips this time. You shuddered at the intimate gesture, but he didnât seem to notice, and slowly pulled out, before slamming back in.Â
You swore you saw stars, tears welling in your eyes at the rough action, and Jonathan placed his hands on your hips to soothe you by rubbing circles into the skin. âFull,â you choked out simply.Â
Apparently, he thought that was praise, and he repeated the action, falling into a steady rhythm of slow but brutal thrusts. It had you gasping for air each time, the sting in your lower-half almost unbearable, but you suddenly felt yourself falling into a morally muddled, puzzling state of mind: he was practically torturing you with his length, but he was also whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently massaging your rear.Â
âYouâre so -- fuck, thats a tight pussy -- beautiful,â heâd murmur, hanging his head low into the dip of your collarbone, âso beautiful.â
But, as you had to keep reminding yourself, you didnât want this-- this was just the only way youâd escape. You didnât want to be fucked by him, and most of all, you didnât want him.
That train of thought was thrown out the window, however, when Jonathanâs hands suddenly hooked under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were pulled further beneath him, and his cock went even deeper, punching up against the spongy spot in your pussy.Â
You moaned; feverish, loud, wanton, and Jonathan drank it in fiendishly. From there, he knew where to thrust, pounding in and out of your cunt and hitting that spot everytime. The pain fell away into a sickly pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at how deliciously he was fucking you.Â
âJonathan!â You mewled, digging your heels into the small of his back. He was relentless, ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours and gripping your thighs so tight thereâd be hand-shape sized bruises littering your body later.Â
âYou like that, darling?â he groaned proudly, pushing your hips further down his cock. âGod, you love it, donât you? I can feel you squeezing meâŚâ
Your fucked out mind couldnât discern between your lustful thoughts and your logical ones; you couldnât help how you nodded, how you pleaded for more, despite the terror swimming in your gut -- despite how the sober part of yourself weeped.Â
Then, it was like a tight rubber band around your stomach snapped; the pleasure that had been building in your gut burst, sending electric shocks of ecstasy running through your entire body. You saw white for a moment, your toes curling along his back as your thighs shook, your moan coming out terribly loud and sounding every bit his name. You didnât mean to, of course, not again, but your mind filled in the gaps: Jonathan was fucking you, so Jonathan deserved the praise.
âFuck!â Jonathan growled, âYou came so hard⌠all because of this cock, all because of me.â Then, he began slamming his cock into your quivering hole quicker, desperately chasing his orgasm.Â
It was only then in your foggy, post-high mind did you realize heâd never used a condom⌠you werenât on anything, you hadnât been for years, and the way Jonathan was fucking into you gave no indication he was stopping. The thought of him coming inside made your blood run cold; thereâd be no escape, youâd be fucking finishedâÂ
âJon-- Jon, pull out,â you instructed weakly, trying to push him off you and watching how his focussed face tensed and tightened with the oncoming orgasm.Â
âSweetheart,â he panted with a frown, âwhatâre you talking about?â
âPlease,â you whimpered helplessly, âjust - just please pull out⌠donât come inside, please!â
âIâm afraid not, my love,â He grunted, baring his teeth and hammering into you faster, âmâgonna paint your walls white⌠get you nice and pregnant, fuck, no-oneâll have to question who you belong toâŚâ
âDonât, no, no -- Jon, please,â you begged, struggling to get away from his assault on your cunt as he pressed his weight further onto you, pinning you down against the bed.Â
But Jonathan wasnât listening to you, not anymore. âGonâ come, fuck, gonâ come,â he repeated, his thrusts stuttering, and you could only let out a grievous cry when you felt his cock twitch, hot spend spilling deep within you.Â
Jonathan laid on top of you for a moment, pressing his forehead against your sweaty chest, before leaning back and pulling out of you. The painful stretch was reawakened, and your tears really came this time, large sobs exiting your mouth as you crumpled into a ball on the mattress.Â
âOh, my love,â he called your pet name with a furrowed brow, crawling closer to you, âwhatâs wrong? Was it too much? I know how delicate you can beâŚâ
God, you couldâve screamed. He was still treating you like his little lamb⌠but you were beginning to feel that way, too; feeling like someone helpless he needed to protect. With the way you bunched up devastatedly beside him, it felt like Jonathan had fucking broken you, and then put you back together again with that doll image in mind. Not all the pieces fit the way he wanted them to, but Jonathan had time and brute force to fix all thatâŚ
âYou -- you⌠Iâm ruined,â you weeped, unable to explain properly with how terrified you felt, bringing your hands up to your face to shield yourself from him.Â
Your plan had no future of fruition, not anymore⌠youâd fucked him so you could convince him you were trustful enough to leave and still be his, but youâd fallen into his trap; fucking him was the way he attached a ball and chain to your ankle.
His hand curled around your wrist roughly, pinning it to the bed and letting his other brush a tear from your eye. âNo, no, youâll be the most gorgeous mother I know⌠your tits and your stomach all swollen like that? I wonât be able to keep my hands off you.â
Jonathan said that like you wanted him to be all over you, and it only made your cries wrack through your body harder. He then pulled you close to him, pressing your tear-stained face to his chest, letting you sob into him like he brought any comfort at all.Â
You suddenly felt him press up to your entrance and your tears stopped momentarily, a fearful whine exiting your mouth instead.Â
At your noise, he pet you gently, reassuringly, âDonât worry⌠Iâm just keeping us warm⌠keeping my come inside, my love.â With that, Jonathan slowly slid his length past your aching lips, until he was seated so deep within you his cockhead brushed up against your cervix.
His cream squelched within you and coated himself, feeling terribly slick and sticky between your thighs; you wanted to throw up there was such a large amount of it marking you from the inside.
âGod, how dâyou already feel brand new⌠need to do this more oftenâŚ.â he grunted the praise, and you felt shame colour you entirely.
But despite that shame and the terror swelling in your chest, the fact him within you was a surefire way none of his seed went anywhere but inside, his cock resting there did feel nice, like his rough fuck molded your pussy to fit him perfectly.
It was confusing⌠all of it very mind-boggling; how his actions petrified you while still making you feel nice and appreciated and loved⌠how his obsession was possessive and toxic but all at once delicate and thoughtful⌠how you felt yourself cry because heâd come inside you but was slowly succumbing to a sweet and comfortable sleep within his wiry arms.Â
There was much time to make sense of your amalgamated terror and love later, however. Nine-months long, to be exact: you later woke up to Jomathan pummeling his leaking, hard cock back into you. All you did was whimper, keep limp as he used you-- there was no choice fighting back, not anymore; not since heâd fully marked you⌠impregnated you⌠made it so there was no way you were ever leaving him.Â
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PLEASE JUST GIVE READER THE DICK (GN) I NEED TO BREED HIM
sorry for the late af post, someone nearly crushed one of my fingers. this is not my best work but,,, it shall do for now.
your wish is my command, anon. :3 here's the full scene of you fucking adonis in the janitor's closet bc he needs you so bad...
First Heat (Sub!Omega!Yandere x Alpha!Reader)
more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Introduction, Adonis Rides You
warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, horny af manwhore omega, reader has dick (GN), doggy style, knotting, dacryphilia, minors DNI pls
Adonis pushes you into the janitor's closet, his chest heaving. Sweat clings to his forehead as he sticks to your body. The sweet scent of roses mixed with a tang of lemons wafts through the air.
"Are you alright?" you ask cautiously, using your hands to steady him. Although he stands a few inches taller than you, you can't help but muse at how small he seems in your presence. He hunches over you, as though melting into you would protect him from his scalding lust.
Adonis responds to you with an attempt at a glare. Clearly, he's frustrated; oh, but is that a hint of need in his eyes that you see? You smirk to yourself, his desire for you barely veiled.
"Come closer," you whisper into his ears, sending spikes of shivers down his spine. Hah, as if the two of you aren't close enough already.
He shuffles so that his chest presses against you. He holds his hands behind his back. He's a good boy, and he will wait an eternity for your touch if he needs to.
You reach your arms around his neck, leaning in. Your noses touch, your breath kissing his face. A low whine escapes his throat, and you grin devilishly. His eyes stare into yours, his yearning a spear that pierces your own. You shudder under his gaze, letting your cock grow hard.
You feel a hardness poking at your thigh trapped between his legs. Smiling, you lift your leg for him, and he moans softly under his breath. Moments continue to pass as he grinds carefully against your thigh, breaths growing ragged and whines escalating.
"I... want..." he begins, the first words that have come out of his mouth since he's trapped the two of you in the cramped room. His sentence is broken off by a gasp; you've snuck your hand over his clothed bulge to caress his hardened dick.
"What do you want?" You really don't need to ask, but you love hearing it.
He doesn't hesitate before uttering your name, his entire body leaning onto yours. Desperately, he bucks his hips for any source of friction. Before you can stop him, he moans, hips stuttering and legs giving out. His entire weight is against you, your thigh coated in clear viscosity.
"Don't tell me you're done," you tut, a surge of strength overcoming you as you flip him around.
Adonis doesn't bother protesting and instead steadies himself against the door. He shakes his pants off, bending over.
"I want you," he mutters, shyly spreading his cheeks to reveal his dripping wet hole.
"I don't think I heard you," you tease, taking your own clothes off. He flinches, noticing the smell of your precum.
You can tell he's stopped thinking at this point, his legs shaking in trepidation. You press your tip to his entrance, rubbing and mixing your fluids. It almost seems as though his body is trying to suck you in; his plush insides are begging to be penetrated.
"Please... put it in... I can't handle it anymore," Adonis pleads, breaths shallow and body begging.
You enter him slowly, his hole swallowing your tip immediately. No lube is needed, not when he's this wet and ready for you.
"Please, please, put it in, please!" It seems to take him all his willpower not to slam himself onto your cock. His whining gets louder the more time that passes by with no movement.
He wiggles his hips, trying to get what little bit of you that he can. "Mmm, please!" He turns his head around coyly, eyes watery. A drop of his tears fall and his lips tremble.
"Beautiful," you whisper. You notice the surprise on his face, red blossoming to accompany his stutters of thanks. You grab his arms, holding them firmly behind his back. With words swallowed and breaths held, you thrust into him, enticing a satisfied moan out of Adonis.
"Yes...!" he exhales, his insides clenching greedily onto your cock. You stifle a gasp, feeling a knot form at the base of your cock. Shit, you like this a little too much.
His heart is giddy, running circles in his chest. As the base of your cock engorges and he wraps himself around you wholly, his love for you spills out of his mouth in moans and pleas. If only you could stay in him forever...
He wonders if you would enjoy being called something akin to his spouse. After all, he's already yours; it would only be fair if you're also his, right? All you need to do is mark him, and you will be with him for all eternity.
A particularly rough thrust has him squeezing onto you desperately, a long, drawn-out moan enticed from his throat. His skin burns where you touch, rivers of pleasure blazing from the base of his spine to the very top.
"F-faster!" he begs, his mind melting into the feeling. A mind of emptiness, a vessel molded to your whims and will.
You grind in him, your tip kissing his insides. Every time you hit his sweet spot, he tightens around your cock. A word of praise from you and his legs tremble; a sound from you and cum is dripping weakly from his dick.
"Pleaseâah!âcum in me, cumcumcumcumâ" His words are cut off; you pull him upright, shoving your cock up him fully as you cup your hand around his mouth.
"Quiet," you whisper into his ear. The handle of the door rattles. The two of you hear a grunt of frustration as the janitor stalks off, looking for his keys. As the footsteps fade away, you release him and he releases a shaky moan.
"Did I do well?" he asks you softly. Your cock is throbbing in him and he wants nothing more than for you to finish inside him right now.
He doesn't hear an answer from you and instead, he's shoved against the locked door again, your cock pushing in and out of him relentlessly. His eyes roll up from the stimulation, pleas and moans escaping him even as he tries to remain quiet.
He's about to cum, but then the door rattles again. He whips his head back, panic in his eyes, but you don't stop. The only thing he sees in your eyes is an overwhelming ardor that fills his heart with exhilaration.
He lets you do as you please; your hand snakes to his mouth to muffle his sounds of delight as you bend over him and thrust even harder into him. The door handle jangles and he's biting your hand desperately to prevent getting caught. He doesn't mind if the whole school sees that he belongs to you though. Were it up to him, he would show everyone that he's your omega, and only him.
His eyes widen, adrenaline flowing through his veins. His teeth dig into your skin, but you don't stop. He's convulsing around you in need, the barest of choked moans and tiny gasps making their way out of his throat. You're hugging him closer now, and he can no longer control his body. He needs you to cum in him, to bite him now and possess him entirely.
Adonis wants to beg so terribly, to show you just how much he loves you and how you make him feel, but no words come out and instead, his toes curl and he's pushing you deeply into him and he's just feeling so muchâ
A loud gasp, and his cock spills out globs of cum; his insides are wringing all that they can out of you. And you comply, because he's been so good for you.
The janitor finally leaves and, without any rest, the two of you rush to get dressed. His love for you overflows, and so does the cum that you've stuffed in him. He takes extra care to keep your cum inside of him; remnants of you that he can keep to himself for the time being. You give him a smirk and a kiss on his sweaty forehead before rushing out the door, right as the bell rings. His hands reach out as he attempts to stop you, but they grab air. He stares at your back, yearning and not nearly satisfied.
It's rushed and he knows that you don't mean to leave him behind. Surely, you care for him. After all that, he just knows that he's the only one for you.
Although you didn't bite him this time, he will make sure that you do next time! But first, he needs to deal with the pesky janitor who kept interrupting you two...
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