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sketchingclouds · 2 days ago
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A wip of a ladynoir sketch
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bokunokamijirou · 2 days ago
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SELF SABOTAGE // Denki Kaminari x reader
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synopsis: Denki is pushing everyone away post-war, reader won't let him :)
cw: sadness, hurt/comfort, depression, isolation
inspo: self-sabotage by waterparks!
Ring ring ring
Denki hears his phone buzz as he lifts his head from under the nice warm comforter. He had been sleeping a lot lately, more than usual. He picks up his phone and glances at the screen with half open eyes. It's you, his best friend and significant other.
He's hesitant to answer, but he does.
"Hey my love, are you almost ready for our date today?" your tone is hopeful over the phone. You two haven't gone out on your own in a while, and you miss him.
"Oh... about that..." his voice is groggy and lacking enthusiasm. You brace yourself.
"It's okay Denki, I understand." you try not to sound too disappointed. Your partner hadn't been around you much lately, and you were starting to worry.
At first, you thought maybe it was something you had done. Then, as the weeks went on, you noticed he was isolating from his friends too. Retreating into himself. He was lacking confidence, his usual charisma, and the smile he always wore.
When you ask him about it, he doesn't give you a real answer. He says he's tired.
But he's been 'tired' for a month and a half now.
"We don't have to go on a date, but can I come over? I miss your face." you practically beg.
"If you want, sure" he replies shortly. After you agree to go to his place, he covers himself in his blankets once again.
When you see him, you can't help but feel concerned immediately. His eyes were heavy and his face was pale. He looked exhausted. You think that maybe he was telling the truth, that he was just tired.
But, when you get closer, you see something else in those eyes. It's pain. It's anger. Sadness. You see the swirls of emotions turning through, paired with an emotionless face to hide it all away.
That's when it clicks for you; Denki Kaminari, human sunshine, is depressed. When the war first ended, you were all in shock. But Denki kept his usual jokes cracking where he could. He seemed alright - even when you asked him to make sure he was doing okay. You realize now that he was lying through his teeth.
"Denki..." you whisper as you crawl into bed next to him. You wrap an arm across his chest and face him, laying on your side as he lays on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling.
"Sorry it's kind of dark in here" he mutters.
You shake your head and look at his face. You examine each part of him, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. "I don't mind the dark when it's with you."
He cracks a small smile, but it fades quickly. He breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your arm.
"I love you Denki." you whisper to him, "and I don't care what it is you're carrying, you don't need to do it alone."
"Everything feels so heavy," he says after a beat of silence.
"It doesn't have to be heavy if you let me carry it with you." you smile slightly but keep your eyes locked on his.
"I'm sorry I'm such a mess" he sighs.
"Messes get cleaned up faster in groups, don't you think?" You smile again and close your eyes as you rest your chin against his chest.
"Why don't we call our friends up for a movie night? Being around them could be fun" you suggest.
"... can we make it a pajama party?" he asks, peaking at you from behind his heavy eyes.
"Of course, but you should probably shower first. Don't want them to do you dirty like you did Izuku" you start to giggle, and that breaks him in the best way. He smiles, his first genuine smile in weeks.
"I love you" he breathes.
"I love you more" you press a kiss to his nose.
"I love you most" he smiles again.
“We’ll be okay, I’ve got you” you whisper before pulling him in for a tight hug.
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gjatheshroom · 8 months ago
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When you befriend the weirdo that punched you on your first day of elementary school and her bestie.
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tielmamon · 29 days ago
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if anybody saw my previous deleted upload of this sketch, no you didn't, that was bill messing with your mind again
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yandere-writer-momo · 11 months ago
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I cut out the sex scene because it bordered on Noncon. This is pure horror, it’s not even meant to be seen as romantic.
Yandere Baki Short Stories: Monster
Yandere Cheater Hanayama x Afab Reader
TW: HORROR, Suicide (fake death), depressing themes, angst, delusion, Yandere behavior,etc
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(Your name) blankly stared at the passport in her hands. this was it… She was finally leaving her neglectful husband. She would turn over a new leaf and live her life for herself for once.
No more arranged marriage. No more loneliness. No more sleepless nights from the women he’d bring to his room. (Your name) would finally be at peace.
The wind ran its fingers through her hair and tousled a bit. She wished the comfort was an actual person rather than the icy wind but life didn’t quite work out that way. She was a woman born into a crime family but she had no interest in continuing the legacy her family intended her to.
(Your name) had no desire to be a pawn piece used as a peace treaty amongst the rival family. She wanted love. She wanted to live. (Your name) didn’t want to be the submissive, demure wife of an oyabun who constantly fraternized with other women.
She tried to make it work, she truly did. She tried talking to him whenever she had the chance, she tried to cook for him, organize his schedule, do his paperwork, and she even tried to get him to walk with her in his rose garden, but he’d flat out ignore her. She merely wanted to make their relationship tolerable, she wouldn’t even care if he wanted to continue to see those promiscuous women so long as they were amicable with each other. Yet he hated her because she was the daughter of the rival gang that killed his father.
Hanayama Kaoru was as cold as ice. His heart permanently locked up and unthawable. If (your name) stayed in that manor and went through with the marriage, she had no doubt she’d be miserable with him for the rest of her life… so she did what any sane person would do. She ran.
(Your name) would start a life in a different country with a new name. She would be selfish… faking her death wasn’t even a hard task to do. She simply wrote some depressing diary entries that would bring an angsty teen to shame. She even wrote a suicide letter.
Poor, clumsy (your name) jumped off a cliff and drowned in the murky ocean never to be seen again. It was fool proof.
(Your name) adjusted the sunglasses on her face and continued her journey into the airport. Her small suitcase rolled behind her, the wheels clacked against the brick road.
It was the start of a dream… or so she thought.
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Hanayama laid in his bed in thought. Where was she? (Your name) would usually be here around nine in the morning to make sure he was up…
Hanayama sat up in his bed and pushed the woman that was draped across his chest off. His dark eye turned toward the door. Why wasn’t she here?
Hanayama wrapped a robe around his bare body and made his way out of his room. He ignored the grumbles of his latest bed warmer to instead try to figure out where his wife was. Why wasn’t she here?
Hanayama noticed how quiet the manor was and it unnerved him…
Hanayama was shocked to see there was no breakfast made for him in his office and no (your name) in there to greet him… where was she?
Hanayama then paused. Maybe she decided to leave him alone like he asked?
Hanayama sighed and nodded. Yes… that’s what happened. She must have finally decided to listen to him!
And so Hanayama went on to continue his day but the dread in his stomach hadn’t gone away.
His gut knew there was something horribly amiss.
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A week had gone by since Hanayama had last seen (your name). His glass of water was no longer full beside him and his desk was unorganized. Hanayama’s meals weren’t made correctly and his schedule was in disarray.
A week without her and Hanayama now realized just how much his wife did… and it bothered him.
Hanayama stood outside the door of her room with a frown. He should talk to her… he needed her help with the paperwork.
“Wife. Are you in there?” Yet there was no response. He felt his hair stand up on his arm as alarm bells loudly rung in his head. She always answered him… she would have ran to him if he came to see her first.
Hanayama slid the door open to her room and was shocked to see how plain it was. This room didn’t look like it belonged to the wife of an oyabun. This room looked like a servant’s. Where were the decorations and the clothes?
Hanayama felt his stomach twist when he noticed just how little she owned and how cold it was in here. Was this why she’d ask for blankets? Why she wanted to go shopping?
Hanayama felt guilt sink into him. He was an awful husband- what was that?
Hanayama began to tremble in fear at the letter on her desk. His hands shakily opened it to read its contents. And not even after the first paragraph, he ran out the door.
She couldn’t have killed herself… she wouldn’t have. She loved being here with him. She loved him. She’d never do that.
Hanayama ignored the shouts of his men as he ran onto the cliff behind the Hanayama compound. His heart drummed in his ears from his scared he was. She was okay… she didn’t actually do it…
But the sandals at the edge of the cliff told Hanayama everything he needed to know.
Hanayama’s hands shook as he picked up the dainty, worn out sandals. Tears gathered in his eyes in realization.
(Your name) jumped off this cliff and it was all his fault…
Hanayama heard his men shout as they paused behind him in shock.
“Send out a search party to find my wife’s body.” Hanayama ordered his men who obeyed. They quickly left him to his own devices.
Hanayama held the sandals close to his chest as the tears began to fall. His wife… his poor wife.
This was all his fault.
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(Your name) really loved her life in Hawaii. It was such a beautiful island and the people were so friendly!
(Your name) smiled as she laid in the sun to tan. She wondered if Hanayama was finally happy since she was out of his hair?
She shook her head to get rid of the thought. Why did she care if her neglectful husband was happy? It’s not like he ever cared about her happiness…
Hanayama never went on walks with her and he never ate a single meal with her. Hell, they never consummated their marriage. He went to bed with some other woman on their wedding night just to let her know how he felt about her.
Hanayama probably left for joy when he found that letter. He no longer had to deal with such an awful wife and he was free to do whatever his heart pleased so (your name) should do the same.
(Your name) went back to enjoying her drink. It was better to forget the old life she had, it’s not like Hanayama ever cared about her in the first place.
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(Your name)’s funeral was practically empty save for Hanayama and Kizaki. It made Hanayama feel even worse that her own family didn’t even come.
Her body was never found either so her sandals would be buried. It made this whole ordeal even more depressing.
Hanayama had read her diary and was so distraught to find out just how much she cared for him. Of how she had originally really wanted their relationship to work since she didn’t have love at home. But she eventually just wanted to be friends if he didn’t want to ever touch her. To at least be civil with one another if he couldn’t love her.
(Your name) would write about how she had always wanted to go on a date or just a walk in his rose garden. Of how she just wanted to spend time with the husband that hated her. Of how she’d like to start gaze with him and listen to his troubles… he never deserved her.
Hanayama felt like the worse man in the world because she had ended her own life to make him happy. To leave him alone like he wanted her to… but he no longer wanted that.
“They always say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone…” Hanayama whispered as he placed a rose on (your name)’s casket. “I will never touch anyone else ever again. I will atone for my sin of neglecting you.”
Kizaki frowned at how distraught his boss was. (Your name) was a really sweet young woman but he didn’t think Hanayama would be so affected by her death. He’d give him time to move on, Kizaki was sure Hanayama would be back to normal in no time…
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Hanayama now slept in (your name)’s old room. It was so cold in there but he felt closer to his wife… like she was here with him.
Hanayama would bury himself into her pillow and inhale her soft scent every night to help him sleep. He missed her so much… he missed his beautiful wife.
Hanayama often dreamt of her smiling at him when she used to bring him breakfast. Of how her face would light up whenever she’d ask about the rose garden… he swore he heard her voice from time to time. (Your name) haunted him.
Sometimes he’d dream that she was still here and she was pregnant with their first child. Vivid images conjured in his mind of her smiling face as the two of them had a picnic together in the rose garden she loved so much. Or maybe even the two of them visiting Hawaii together so she could swim with the dolphins?
Hanayama would never forgive himself for what he destroyed. For how he pushed his wife to do such a horrible thing. Hanayama would punish himself till the day he died for being the reason such a sunny person was snuffed out of existence.
“I miss you so much, (your name). I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
Hanayama apologized to her every night in her room, he just wanted her back… he wanted his wife back so he could make it all better to her.
If she reappeared before him, he’d be the perfect man for her. Hanayama would take her out on dates and have her sit beside him as he did paperwork. He’d sleep beside her and he’d make love to her every night.
Hanayama would be the ideal husband if she was alive. Yet that was all a dream he had… or so he thought.
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Half a year had went by and Hanayama looked worse for wear. He had bags under his eyes and his face was a bit gaunt. Kizaki began to be worried sick about Hanayama.
“How about a vacation?” Kizaki offered Hanayama. “You could go to Hawaii?”
Hanayama felt his heart clench at the mention of that island. (Your name) had always wanted to visit there… she wrote about it in her diary.
Kizaki frowned at Hanayama until the large man rose up. “Yes… I think that’s will be nice.”
Hopefully Hanayama pulled himself together on that little trip.
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Hanayama felt his heart stop when he arrived to the hotel in Hawaii. There she was… there was (your name)! But how was she alive? Was this some sick twist of fate?
“I can help whosever next-“ (your name) felt her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when he ex husband stood before her. What was he doing here-
She was suddenly pulled over the counter and into his large arms as he latched onto her like a lifeline. His face buried into her hair while his nose greedily inhaled her scent. She was real… she was alive!
(Your name) tried to pull away from him but Hanayama’s grip was inescapable. His whole body trembled in relief. “(Your name)… I’m so happy you’re alive. Let’s go home.”
“I think you’re mistaken-“ (your name) gasped when Hanayama suddenly kissed her. His large lips practically swallowed hers in a hungry kiss. Why was her ex husband so strange? He’s never cared about her before, hell, he’s never kissed her before. So why did he act like they were long lost lovers?
“Let’s go home. I’m going to make everything right this time. I think the boat is still at the dock so this must be destiny...” (Your name) could do little to change the Oyabun’s mind. The giant threw her over his shoulder like a savage as he carried her out of her job at the hotel.
“Hanayama, please let me down-“
“I read your diary every single day since you disappeared. I’m going to make it all right.” Hanayama quietly rambled. “I will live the rest of my life as your one and only husband. There will never be anyone else, if you want I’ll get rid of them.”
“That’s unnecessary-“
“It is necessary.” Hanayama interrupted her with a sigh. “I have to atone for my grave sin of negligence.”
Hanayama set her down on the boat before he gestured to the bewildered crew to take them back to Japan. The silence was so thick, a knife could cut through it.
A few moments went by, the sound of waves and the engine of the boat their only soundtrack until Hanayama’s deep voice spoke up.
“When we get home, we can walk together in the rose garden.” Hanayama engulfed her small hands in his large palms. “We can have another wedding and this time, we can consummate our marriage properly.”
Hanayama sighed dreamily when he brought her hands up to cup his cheeks. “I’ll spoil you this time around. I forgive you for your little runaway attempt but this time I’m never letting you go.”
(Your name) gulped as pure terror swallows her whole. This man was no longer her old husband, this was a man who had gone completely insane with guilt to the point he didn’t realize what reality was… this was a monster.
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angelofalls · 27 days ago
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Here's a full body design of my rendition of Jake Long, age 19 (but also lowkey kinda giving mid 20s too)
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babycakezero · 3 months ago
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♡ every inch
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"Kei..." You whined at him, your hips dramatically rolling in his lap.
The desperation in your voice made a shiver run up his spine, and he just couldn't help but give you a sweet smile against your sore, red lips.
Everything about the way you were acting was making Tsukishima feel so many different things; nervous, excited. And also embarrassed.
Because how was it even fair that, despite barely giving him any direct attention down there, he was already growing uncomfortably hard.
"Hm? What's the matter?" Your boyfriend feigned a cocky voice as he questioned against the shell of your sensitive ear.
Your hands grabbed blindly at the loose fabric of his oversized hoodie, your little noises being trapped in his mouth as the two of you exchanged long, messy kisses.
It was all making him desperate to hear more come from you, so he gently snaked underneath your cute flower design dress, watching intently as the soft fabric bunched at his elbow to give way for his large hand. His actions have him the almost perfect view of the mini shorts you wore to protect any innocent eyes from being unwantingly flashed.
His commanding grip held onto your hips, guiding them gently against his. And he greedily, and happily swallowed up every moan and whimper and gasp that followed his actions, his hips reactively pushed up into you, forcing a suprised gasp to leave your lips, and a breathless moan to leave his.
He was desperate for you to feel every inch what you do to him. Good thing he called off from work this morning.
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characters ♡ kei tsukishima x ♡
a/n ~ first attempt at something more 👀, and im sorry for how short it is, but i definitely plan on making longer 👀 stories for yall freaky peeps !
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starryowlfella · 27 days ago
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Back to my jesterly duties (also working on their redesigns <:D)
I'm working on adding image ids on my art hope it helps someone out there!
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[ID:
Panel 1: A grown version of The Collector, roughly around 20, is watching discourse on his phone. He wears a witch hat, a purple cloak and has deer like antlers. His left eye is slightly lighter than the right. Above him is a screenshot of a twitter post saying "OOH they call them ships because of relationships".
Panel 2: A grown version of King around the same age. He now has large wings and a red scarf with gold rings. Above him is a screenshot of a reply to the original tweet: "What did you think it meant?"
Panel 3: A very badly draw Collector. The tweet screenshot above him simply says "boat".
END ID]
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iikisa · 1 month ago
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jlaire reverse au! more under the cut
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This is yet another AU i’ve imagined… Reverse Aged-Up Trollhunter AU ✨ whoozie
It’s her senior year at Arcadia Oaks High when suddenly Claire finds the Amulet of Daylight becoming the first human trollhunter.
In this AU, think of Claire as the gorgeous punk introvert and Jim as the golden retriever extrovert.. he can cook, do first aid, super kind, tall and handsome?! every girls dream right? and Claire’s (not so) secret crush.
She’s friends with Toby early on because of their amazing sibling chemistry and Toby’s natural charisma— he likes to help (and tease) her with her little crush on Jim.
Eventually you can imagine our iconic trio together fighting stony crime: trollhunter claire, warhammer toby, and shadow magic jimmy jam
I have lots of ideas for this fic and I’d get all into the nitty gritty but I’ll spare you haha, hope you enjoy this snippet 🤪
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galahadwilder · 9 months ago
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31-year-old Lila shows up at Agreste Fashions asking to be let in because she’s Monsieur Agreste’s wife.
Two problems:
1. They kept the name for continuity, but Agreste Fashions is named for Madame Agreste. Who, outside of professional settings, uses her maiden name, Dupain-Cheng.
2. There is no Monsieur Agreste. Adrien also uses Dupain-Cheng, both personally and professionally (which is also for continuity, since it means Tom and Sabine have less to explain when they say that the bakery is a family business).
Anyway the receptionist, who’s been warned about this, decides to make Lila wait in the waiting room and see how long it takes for her to get fed up and leave
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4ugust4rt · 2 months ago
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@bizarre-blues gave Ritsu a gun for our aged up au
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sketchingclouds · 21 hours ago
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Ladynoir wip part 2
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downgradekasto · 3 months ago
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sgrub gang
compiling them because of that HUGE upload gap
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rotoscare · 3 months ago
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Timeskip AU: Poor Liko. A newbie performing with the Princess of Hoenn herself. I wonder how she got herself into that situation as well 🤔
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bdaydogg · 7 months ago
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they say “what the skibidi”
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yandere-writer-momo · 9 months ago
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Yandere Baki Headcanons:
Struck By Cupid II
Yandere Baki Various x Fem Fighter Reader
Part 1
TW: Yandere behavior, stalking, uncomfortable themes, violence, minor smut, dubcon (alcohol), Jun Guevara, masturbation mentioned, and unconsensual touching (kissing and hugs
@abottleoflotion
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Pickle
Now you hadn’t meant to catch his attention! You truly hadn’t! But the gods were not on your side the day you met Pickle... The caveman took utmost interest in you when you showed genuine care for your comrades. Pickle took an interest in your tears. A horrifying and unwanted thought, but there was nothing you could do when your tears fell down your face for your defeated comrades. Pickle was quick to pick up on it. You cried just like him… were they your friends like the ones he had back during his time?
Why do you weep for those small, weak males? They are not worth your time when a stronger male like him is around!
Pickle began to approach you more often with an eager smile and bad breath. His clawed fingers ran through your hair as you became rigid. No need to fear! Your mate was here!
But you fought him with your small feet and fists. Something that fascinated him. Was this some sort of mating ritual? If it was, Pickle would indulge you!
You’d always jump whenever Pickle tried to touch or sniff you, but Pickle was determined to have you. Don’t ever worry, he’s quite loyal once he sets his mind to it.
And so began your constant attempts to fight him off whenever he’d follow you around. Pickle didn’t mind a kick to the face if it meant you’d give him attention. And even better, he’d get more chances to sniff you. Pickle was obsessed with how sweet you smelled… it was intoxicating.
Pickle often brought you animal carcasses and wild flowers as a gift. Your poor doormat had to be replaced once a week from all the guts that would be laid out on them from your prehistoric admirer. It was miserable.
Pickle often tried to break into your home to the point Jack and the others began to lurk around to ‘keep you safe.’
The entire ordeal was frustrating. You were no damsel in distress and you certainly weren’t happy with the way all of the other fighters treated you. Couldn’t they understand that you were uninterested in a relationship of any kind?
Yet despite all their best efforts to keep Pickle away, the caveman finally had enough and broke into your home while you were asleep.
In a way, it was kind of funny to wake up to this giant, smelly man cuddling beside you. His large arms wrapped around you with his face buried in your face like a child does to a mother. And his golden eyes peered up at you with so much admiration that you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Pickle still broke into your home to lay beside you, you counted your stars lucky he didn’t give you the reporter treatment.
You sighed when Pickle cooed at you, his head nuzzled into your neck for comfort while you begrudgingly ran your fingers through his thick brown hair.
“Pickle, you know they’ll be upset if they find you here.” You spoke to the caveman as if he’d understand you. Your eyes glared down at the caveman who continued to purr and coo like a cat of some sort. Pickle was so odd… “You can’t stay here-“
You squealed when he dragged his tongue across the soft skin of your exposed neck, his eyes a bit half lidded. You tried not to retch from the horrid odor from his mouth. In Pickle’s mind, he needed to claim you. Pickle had to mark you so the other males would leave you alone!
Pickle then attempted to pin you under him but you were quick to kick him off you. Your feet landed a wicked blow to his chest that sent him onto the floor of your bed with a soft thud. His golden eyes showed hurt and he bared his fangs at you with a snarl.
“You’re gross, Pickle!” You furiously wiped the spit off your neck with your pajama sleeve. “You can’t be doing that.”
You sighed in defeat when Pickle tilted his head off to the side in curiosity. There was no use speaking to him… Pickle would never understand you.
You rose up and began to pet Pickle’s head like a dog. The caveman immediately perked up and purred at the relaxing sensation, his arms now wrapped around your legs.
You belonged to Pickle. You had just accepted him by giving him affection… Pickle was all yours, a fact that you would soon understand.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Hector Doyle
Oh ho ho ho, what’s this? A convict on the run? One that had blown up the dojo a few times and even disappeared without a trace for months? A convict who was quite smitten with Katsumi and was utterly horrified to find you in the way of their relationship. How dare you. How dare you get in the way of their friendship!
You didn’t even know you ran into a criminal until Hector Doyle stopped you on the street pretending to be a lost woman. He was determined to eliminate you so you’d be out of Katsumi’s life for good. Just a quick slice to your throat and you’d be gone.
“I’m terribly lost, I can’t seem to find my way-“ Doyle felt his breath hitch when you turned around and smiled at him. What a stupidly pretty woman you were… no wonder Katsumi was all over you.
“Oh! I can help you out, Miss. Is there a specific place you’re looking for? We could walk there together if you like since it’s getting late.” Doyle only flushed when you offered him your hand, your sunny smile never faded. You were not only stupidly pretty, but you were stupidly kind too.
Doyle would have to eliminate you another day since more people began to gather in the streets.
He quietly muttered a specific restaurant he had seen prior to coming up to you. The young man shocked that you hadn’t released his hand as you lead him to the restaurant. Your soft voice shared how you only recently came to Japan but that restaurant was a place you often frequented with a friend (a fact Doyle knew since you often stalked you and Katsumi there).
“Here it is! I recommend the tonkorsu ramen here, it’s one of my favorites.” You beamed at the mysterious woman. Doyle knew this fact, of course, but he gave you a smile. You had to be mocking him since that pork ramen was also Katsumi’s favorite. You little bitch.
Doyle decided then and there that he’d earn your trust and then he’d kill you. He wanted to savor your death. To see the light fade from your eyes while you were consumed with betrayal. Yes… he’d take his time with you.
And so began your friendship with the mysterious yet eccentric ‘Doyle.’ The taller ‘woman’ often talked over you, but you didn’t seem to mind. Rather, you seemed happy to have the company of another woman. You trusted Doyle, a fact that made the assassin giddy.
You often confided in Doyle and were always so sweet. Doyle began to look forward to spending time with you, he wanted more of you.
Doyle used to try to get information about Katsumi from you, but he started to realize just how infatuated Katsumi was with you. The more you spoke of the strange happenings with Katsumi, the less interested Doyle became. Perhaps Doyle only sought companionship with Katsumi and had built an unrealistic version of the Karateka in his head? He didn’t know… all he knew was the his heart fluttered when he was with you.
“I appreciate you being my friend, Doyle.” You smiled up at Doyle as you rested your head on her (his) shoulder. “I wish I could spend more time with you…”
Doyle felt his heart flutter when you turned your gaze to look up at him. He was happy he repaired his eyes so he was able to gaze upon your unearthly beauty. It was in this moment that he realized he was in love with you. That his feelings were Katsumi were purely strong attachment since he’s never had positive attention. With you, it was different.
You were warm and so soft… you always reassured him and you never got upset with him talking over you or being a bit mean to you. Doyle knew he didn’t deserve to be in your presence since his ulterior motives had been malicious, but now he was in love with you. Love. Love. Love. LOVE!! He loves you!
Doyle sometimes imagined you beneath him with a knife against your throat, a scene that got him riled up more than anything. He desperately wanted you beneath him… or on top.
Doyle began to steal your clothes, both soiled and clean, when he spent the night. He adored wearing your clothes, just to feel that much closer to you. He was especially fond of soiled clothes since he could drown in your scent. Doyle just couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted so much more than the friendship the two of you had, he wanted a relationship. And it was finally time to reveal himself to you…
“Doyle?” Doyle leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. A gentleness only reserved for you. “I didn’t realize how muscular you were.”
Your nervously chuckled under Doyle’s intense gaze, the redhead’s eyes practically bore a hole into your head. What on earth was going on with your friend?
“Oh (your name)… you’re always so innocent.”
Doyle reached up and pulled off his wig, your eyes widen a bit in shock. Doyle had short hair? The red color was honestly stunning.
“Your hair is such a pretty red-“ you squealed when Doyle pushed you back onto the couch. He took advantage of your surprise so pinned yours above your head.
“You’ve always been so naive… so kind.” Doyle bent forward and pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. “I’m a man, (your name). A man that loves you.”
Doyle chuckled when you pushed him off of you and pinned him down on the couch. A smirk on his devilishly, good-looking face. Yes… that look in your eyes made him squirm with delight. Look at him. Look. At. Him!
“You bastard…” Doyle took advantage of your emotional state to sit up and press his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.
“I may be one, but I’m yours. I’m your bastard.”
Jun Guevara
You met this flirt when you went on a vacation to Brazil to try to escape your suitors in Japan. A suave pirate who was smoother than butter. A cheesy pick up line was all it took to make your heart flutter. Jun was bold with his interest in you.
To you, this was a summer fling but you never took into consideration that this was so much more to Jun. The possibility of Jun being madly in love with you never occurred to you. What a fool you were.
You were a bit swayed by his charismatic charm and his honeyed words. It was so odd to be scooped up in a whirlwind romance, but who were you to complain? He was attractive. And he was a passionate lover… although you had avoided getting into bed with him.
There was not a doubt in your mind that he’d blow your mind, but there was a feeling in your gut that told you not to sleep with him. And you would trust your gut, it’s never lied to you once.
“Meu amor, how about I take you sailing?” Jun often took you sailing or sat with you on the beach around a fire as he held you close. He had the scent of coconuts and the ocean. He was the perfect man. The perfect escape.
Jun shared his past with you, he was on open book with radical ideologies that fascinated you. Jun had a way with words no other man that you’ve met, thus far, had. Jun had so much passion for his country and was brave to stand up to a foreign government to protect it. (He was a master manipulator)
Jun was also incredibly romantic. He wasn’t afraid to show public displays of affection nor did he care if you wished to cuddle with him whenever you wanted. Jun was an amazing lover, one you felt so bad about not being with…
Passionate kisses and he constantly offered to go down on you, but you had to refuse his offer. Jun was always a bit too eager for your taste, especially because the two of you didn’t have a label. You were only here for the summer.
“I’m sorry, Jun. I’m only here in your country until summer ends.” You failed to notice the way his face twisted and his blood ran cold. Only for a summer? Didn’t you understand that the two of you were in love?
Jun never pushed further, yet you could feel how passionate his kisses were. It’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with anyone… a thought that made you nervous.
As you went into your final week in Brazil, Jun encouraged you to drink more around the bon fire. He kept pushing drinks into your hands that you happily accepted. You trusted Jun. His forehead pressed against yours as the two of you exchanged rum flavored kisses and slurred words.
Yet you found yourself faltering in your initial rejections when the kisses became more adamant. When his gentle touches became lustful groping. When he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his house… when you ended up in his bed with your fingers tangled in his brown locks with his face shoved between your bare legs.
That drunken night, you ended up sleeping with him. A huge mistake.
Jun’s arms pull your bare body against his chest as he pressed hot kisses up and down your shoulders. “Meu anjo, I just can’t get enough of you… I want to hear your pretty voice scream my name again, this time until it’s hoarse.”
“Jun, we can’t-“ You gasp when his fingers give your nipple a harsh pinch, his teeth now sunk into your shoulders in a playful bite.
“Did you not enjoy yourself? You seemed quite satisfied-“
“Jun, I go back to Japan in a few days-“ Jun grabbed your chin so he could slam his lips down on yours. The pirate maneuvered his body to lay on top of yours as he ground his hips into yours. A heat spread through you from his salacious touches.
“You’re not going anywhere, amor.” Jun chuckled, his lips trailed up your neck until he reached your ear. “This is your home now.”
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