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booklin · 2 years ago

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Bidders x Preg! Fem! reader

Fandom: KBTBB

Rating: E-10

Genre: Fluff

Tws: Pregnancy

Notes: If I throw this in as a scene in one of my books and you happen to notice.. NO YOU DIDNT

Baby Files

You and the bidders had been dating for quite a while, things had gone smoothly. Sure, there were ups and downs but that’s with any relationship. All and all, things were calm. Except… they weren’t. Not anymore. Despite how much you shamed yourself, you couldn’t stop eating sweets. You had to have a sweet with every meal. Considering you rarely ate sweets, always self conscious about gaining weight, everyone was taken aback. In fact, their looks were causing so much paranoia you stopped eating anywhere near them. Only eating sweets in your room now, they didn’t fail to notice your other new habits, such as sleeping and becoming stressed over everything. Lately, your work ethic has been terrible, constantly falling asleep. Even your boss couldn’t keep covering for you anymore, alerting Eisuke.

“Okay, I think we can all agree Y/n has been acting strange.” The others nod to Baba’s concern. “She’s been eating sweets everyday. I asked the Chef.” Soryu adds, causing Eisuke to chime in. “And she’s been avoiding us. What could be wrong?” They weren’t sure, and putting their heads together didn’t seem to come closer to finding answers. You were frightened by this new change as well. What could be wrong with you? “Maybe you’re pregnant?” Your friend says after listening thoughtfully to you worries, then laughs. Though, you weren’t laughing. “Pregnant?” You repeat, spacing out at the thought.

Immediately, you rush out of the cafe, leaving your friend behind. What if it’s true? It would explain the cravings. And emotions. And tiredness. And now, a new symptom to add. Throwing up when worried. What a nice cherry on top. Despite not wanting to believe it, you, reluctantly, go to a pharmacy. In disguise, wearing sunglasses, a hoodie, wig, and everything else to keep your identity undetected. Then you grab a test and ask to be rung up in a strained whisper. After discreetly exiting, you shove the box in your pocket before sprinting back to your apartment. You have been spending a lot of time there lately. With what’s been going on, staying away from them, as not to explode or do anything else embarrassing was a must.

Anxiously, you rip the box open then, after drinking plenty of water, go into the bathroom. Shaking the whole time, you nervously wait for the results. Two lines… your heart drops, and so does the pent up emotions inside you. Sobbing your eyes out, you fail to notice the knocking at your door. “Y/n? Are you in there? We want to talk.” Nothing, yet the door was locked. They had a bad feeling, after debating on whether your privacy was more important than safety, Baba agreed to pick the lock. Though, Soryu is impatient, deciding to break the door instead. “Y/n, are you here?” They hear a distressed cry suddenly come to a halt. “I- I’m fine-!” Your voice shakes, barely coherent, it was hard to hide. “Y/n, are you okay?” Ota asks, taking a seat next to where the sobs came from, the bathroom.

“Yes…” Your voice becomes quiet, sniffling any residue onto the tissue. “Can we talk?” Shaking your head, you remember they can’t see you and manage another reply. “I don’t want to.” You hear a small sigh, the voice getting close. “Y/n, we just want to know what’s wrong. We’re all worried about you.” At the moment, you were tied between embarrassment and wanting comfort. Was it worth them seeing you like this? A mess? About to side against it, something in you that yearns for their touch breaks loose. Without giving it a second thought, you open the door before you could change your mind. That sight was shocking to see, on their part. A teary eyed, broken down, head hung, nose running, messy hair partner, appearing miserable as she runs out to hug the first person her hands reach.

Rambling incoherently, you sob some more, this time into Soryu’s button down shirt. “We can’t understand you when you talk like that.” Going on, though everything is heard in more of a whine, he manages to make out a few words, however not enough to piece together what’s wrong. “Why don’t we take some deep breaths?” Baba suggests, his tone gentle and face softened. Facing towards him, you quickly turn away, shaking your head no. “Y/n, come on, I know you can do it. I’ll do it with you.” Without hesitation, he begins taking deep breaths and eventually you repeat after him. Steadying yourself, you’re finally able to say all at once, “You’re going to hate me! I’m going to have to raise our kid alone and I’m not going to have enough money to support us, then we’ll be sleeping in a box on the street, eating out of a trash can, and drinking water from some old guys sweaty socks! Please don’t leave me.”

You become worked up, sobbing once more, while you shake Soryu’s body back and forth, continuing to plead. “Wait, what?” Eisuke says, shocked at both the scenario you’ve come up with and the news. “You’re pregnant?” You stop crying long enough to shake your head yes, then immediately begin again. “Woah woah, it’s okay.” Soryu says, rubbing your back. About to pick you up, Eisuke snatches you away, being the one to pick you up instead. “Baby, it’s fine. We’re not highschool boys, we wouldn’t leave you because you’re pregnant.” Ota nods before saying “And how would you end up homeless?” He laughs lightly, “It just wouldn’t happen.” Finally starting to calm down, you sniffle, rubbing your teary eyes before saying “Because I’ve been doing bad at work, and now you’re going to fire me.” Looking at Eisuke, he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t fire you without reason, and even then I would take care of you. Technically, you don’t need a job. You were the one insistent on keeping yours.”

You give a small smile, thinking about the memories when you first began dating. Suddenly, a hand ruffles your hair, looking at the culprit, Mamoru gives a small smile back before sighing. Then, running a hand through his hair, he shakes his head. “Just relax kid, we’re not goin’ anywhere and you’re not in trouble.” The support was all you needed to calm down, shaking your head to acknowledge you heard Mamoru. “If anything, I’m glad you’re not upset with us.” Baba says, to which you look surprised. “Why would I be upset? If anything I’m ecstatic. We’re having a baby! I hope they look like one of you. They’re sure to be beautiful.” Thinking about it more, finally done crying altogether, you show them the pregnancy test. “We should make the gender a surprise! Do you think they’d like bears? Or are bears too scary? Maybe ducks? Oh, I know! Cats! Wait, what if we make their room ocean themed?”

Going on about the endless possibilities with clothes, room design, and how great parents you would be, Eisuke sets you down. “We have to get parenting books! What type of parents should we be? We could be intense, strict, free-range, french, or-!” You just keep going on, and they intently listen to every word, the smile never leaving their face. After that they had you take time off of work, you finally weren’t as embarrassed to eat sweets around them, they were always kissing, holding, or hugging you, saying how much they loved you. Baba loves rubbing your belly while you sleep, and together they get you anything and everything you could ask for. Eisuke is no longer brutally honest about how he thinks you look. He’ll tell you if something looks better than other outfits, but never critiques such as “it makes you look fat.” Overall, they all turned into soft, loving boyfriends who are always worried about you and the baby.

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teecupangel · 11 months ago

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okay, we chatted about Desmond in otome games. Let's me give you one called KIssed by The Baddest Bidder.

Let's say Desmond got burned by the Eye indeed and his body is taken by Abstergo and next thing Desmond woke up, revived and full of rage in an empty operating room. He wants to hide and settle for something normal but the bleeds of his ancestors' tragic life makes him wanna avenge them some way and he disappeared. Thus leading what begun a mysterious purge to those certain people who work in Abstergo, huge headlines in the news and articles about it.

In the global crime underworld, an uprising faceless individual, mysterious and ominous with an alias name " The Grim Reaper". Mafias and criminals can gain a favor from him as long it aligns his goals. After the purge that went for 2 years, he once again disappeared like smoke.

Desmond starts his retirement as a cleaner in the day shift and a bartender at the night shift in the Tres Spades Hotel. He also ended saving a girl from strange men and now he's being sold in a black market auction as replacement for the girl who broke some glass statue. Sold 20 million is that he worth and they are VIPs in the hotel???? so much for peace and quiet.

Love interests in the game:

Eisuke Ichinomiya - mmmmmm. boss x worker that piques his interest. what if Coralina and her father recognizes Desmond a lookalike of a lord in Monteriggioni

Soryu Oh - used Desmond for some sort of escort or servant for Mei Ling. Yet Desmond acts a bodyguard like wtf how can he shoot with perfect accuracy and track people easily.

Mitsunari Baba - master thief x retired master assassin / hitman. Baba found the perfect partner in stealing albeit by force. what's this he walks silently, can find the target treasures easily. Why does his eyes seem to glint gold in the faint light at night? Baba is a flirt and womanizer yet Desmond is unexpected with witty sexual innuendos that makes Baba blush

Ota Kisaki - a scene where that two faced artist might sneak a peek Desmond's small notebook that he dropped accidentally. Ota opened to see beautiful pencil and pen drawn sketches of people and places. A castle, a fortesss, a homestead. People with a cowl and some don't. Cue Ota felt a chill and turned to see Desmond looking at him with a neutral face but his eyes are furious.

Mamoru Kishi - police man x retired assassin. enough said but make it mamoru aware of the a cold case of abstergo purge and look at Desmond's behavior like he can't... can he??????

Shuichi Hishikura politician x retired assassin. Desmond philosophical talks might make him think twice or shock him with small hints of secret history as playful jokes. Jokes right?????

Hikaru Aihara - working assassin x retired assassin. Desmond knows definitely about his work. Would be a nice scene where Hikaru knows the Grim Reaper or had heard or seen him work. Made a positive remarks in the strory telling and Desmond just internally laughs cos that's me but shhhhh

Luke Foster - probably angst and slow burn cos he's a doctor and desmond already have too many bad experiences with doctors and scientists

Rhion Hatter - the mad hatter.....maybe friends to lovers...

Basically just the bidders get a whiplash of what they thought is a normal and simple man named Desmond meets more than the eye HAHAHAHAHA

I’m kinda thinking of how this wouldn’t just end with Desmond going ‘fuck this shit’ and running away from whichever route he is in and the first thought I have is to stop him by pushing into his sense of duty and responsibility.

So we’re going to make Desmond have a desire for vengeance on this one.

He had simply been a retired Assassin, just living his life, when he learned that one of his coworkers died the day before the auction because he had been snooping around to find something.

Desmond learns that the killer is someone connected to the auction.

He saved the girl and agreed to be auctioned because he needs to find a way to get close to these VIPs to learn which of them killed his coworker.

Because his coworker?

… was one of the Assassins of the Japanese Brotherhood.

And that coworker was looking into the auction because one of the VIPs is actually one of the few Templars that escaped the ‘purge’.

When he learned that he was sold for 20 millions by multiple VIPs, he tried to sus them out using his Eagle Vision.

But they all glowed gold.

And that’s when Desmond has to pick one of them.

The idea is: the killer of the Assassin can be one of them or someone connected to them, the killer’s identity changes depending on which route Desmond takes. The Templar also changes into someone in the route, maybe even the main love interest.

The main point is that this keeps Desmond into keeping up the appearance of the being a ‘bought’ man, all the while having his own agenda.

Eisuke Ichinomiya – Carolina and her father are the Templars. To be more exact, her father is a Templar but she’s being ‘educated’ as one. This would have an alternate ending of Desmond being able to get to Caroline and she becomes his ally. Her father knows who Desmond Miles is and mistakes this to mean that Eisuke has allied with the Brotherhood.

Soryu Oh – The Templars would be after Mei Ling and Desmond gets to the bottom of it which ends up being messy af because Simon Lee actually has connection with the Assassins in China for some reason. The Ice Dragon is also connected with the Japanese Brotherhood.

Mitsunari Baba – Mitsunari’s next target turns out to be a POE and his informant is the Templar and killer. Desmond taking the POE instead of him will be the main cause of conflict between the two of them.

Ota Kisaki – This is one where Desmond would probably end up taking a more aggressive role because he’s not going to be a pet after the hell he went through from Abstergo and William Miles. Ota trying to talk to him like an unruly dog (maybe even call him a mutt) would end with Desmond punching him which will surprise Ota but also make Desmond interesting.

Mamoru Kishi – Mamoru is super sus of Desmond from the get go and Desmond thinks of him as a dirty cop so they’re not off to a good start. Part of their relationship arc would be Desmond finding out why Mamoru is more on the morally dubious side than plain dirty and Mamoru’s main conflict would be learning about Desmond’s past as the spree killer that singlehandedly taken down Abstergo and plunged the company to ruins by killing high ranking members after he had already fallen in love with Desmond.

Shuichi Hishikura – He and Desmond gets into debates more often than not. Desmond doesn’t have a good track records with politicians and people in power to govern the people so Desmond certainly pretends to be polite but he’s wary of Shuichi. Shuichi sees him as being bright though and thinks he might have a knack for politics which makes Desmond shiver in disgust.

Hikaru Aihara – This one would be more on Hikaru knowing there’s something more about Desmond but he can’t be sure but Desmond has heard of him. The Brotherhood had actually given him a head’s up because he’s a ‘freelancer assassin’. They were coworkers before he bought Desmond so they know each other and Desmond is suspicious that Hikaru might have been hired to kill the Assassin by a Templar.

Luke Foster – Desmond’s probably going to be flirty with him, might even slip and call him dottore more than once. Since he works in a secretive clinic that does back alley surgery, there’s a high possibility that Luke is actually an ally of the Brotherhood, not that Desmond knew that. He's comfortable with Luke sometimes because Ezio's Bleed makes him remember the doctors who didn't ask too many questions and simply healed him. Luke is actually keeping it a secret from Desmond because he believes Desmond is just caught up in all these because he’s trying to protect a girl and Desmond believes Luke is hiding something which means he needs to be cautious about him (this would be angst + slow burn + misunderstanding galore XD)

Rhion Hatter – considering he’s half English and the son of a duke, we can make him a Templar. If you don’t want a Templar x Assassin drama for this one, his grandmother could be the Templar and he ran away from her which makes him and Desmond have similar… family ‘problems’. XD

#desmond is in an otome game #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: kissed by the baddest bidder #fic idea: crossover #kissed by the baddest bidder

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otomefoxystar · 2 years ago

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Unexpected Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Genre : Fluff with a teensy bit of angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to lose weight, pregnancy

She looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning right, then turning left. Her favorite pair of leggings weren’t fitting like they used to. She had gained weight. It was hard maintaining a figure that the Tres Spades CEO deserved, or at least what she thought he deserved. She sighed, “I have to lose some weight.” She said to herself quietly.

She entered Eisuke’s kitchen, immediately starting the coffee. She opened the fridge and took out eggs, onions, and peppers. Preparing to make breakfast. Eisuke came out of his home office looking at his phone; when he looked up, he saw _ _ _ looking displeased. “What’s the matter?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, just in a bad mood.” He arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t even been up for an hour. What would put you in a bad mood so quickly?” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, Eisuke. Just leave me alone and let me cook breakfast!” She snapped at him, “You don’t need to get pissy with me. It was a question.” She immediately felt terrible.

“Sorry,” He kissed her forehead. “It’s fine.” He went to sit at the table while she cooked. The door swung open and in sauntered Ota, Baba, Mamoru, and Soryu. She sighed. Could she get a moment of peace with her boyfriend for once? Of course, knowing they’d want to eat, she made extra. There were omelets, toast, sausage, fruit, and yogurt when she brought the food to the table. “Is this a special occasion? It’s like a gourmet breakfast.” Baba joked. Soryu shot a glare his way, shutting him up. “I dunno. I figured you’re all here, so I might as well.”

As they talked and ate, she gave herself a small serving, knowing she had to watch how she ate if she wanted to lose weight. As everyone ate their fill, they all talked while she cleaned breakfast, but Eisuke noticed her taking bites of sausage and fruit as she packed everything up. After wiping the table, she left to go shopping. “Have you noticed _ _ _ eating more than normal?” Mamoru asked. Eisuke was swiping through his phone. “A bit” Soryu leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. “You don’t find that odd? Maybe she’s stressed?” Eisuke looked up from his phone to his best friend. “Maybe.” Ota was doodling on a napkin. “I would pay attention to her. It could be something serious.” Eisuke scratched the back of his neck. “I’m over this conversation.”

When Eisuke returned home from work that same day, he found her asleep on the couch with the TV playing. Taking off his shoes, he went around the sofa, lifting her up and taking her to the bedroom where she could sleep properly. Her eyes blinked open when he was covering her up. “Eisuke?” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You fell asleep on the couch.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been exhausted lately. There’s no reason for it. Not like I don’t get enough sleep.” He kissed her on the forehead, and her stomach growled. “Have you eaten?” She blushed, “I ate. I’m just constantly hungry. It’s irritating.” He smiled.

“How about a snack, then?” How could she refuse when he was being so sweet? “Okay,” She went to stand up and suddenly felt dizzy. Not able to see, she sat down, waiting for her vision to return to normal “_ _ _?” She stood back up. “I just got really dizzy.” Eisuke was quiet as they went into the kitchen. As they gathered food for a nice snack, his mind was racing. Maybe something was wrong? Some medical condition, perhaps? After their snack, she went to bed.

The following day, she entered the kitchen to start breakfast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and smiled, but he didn’t smile back; instead, he crossed his arms. “What?” she asked, feeling his stare heavy on her. “There was a bunch of candy wrappers in the trash this morning. Did you get up during the night to eat?” She adverted her eyes. “I felt like I was starving” Eisuke raised his eyebrows. “So you ate a bunch of candy?” She sighed. “I didn’t want to make anything; someone had given me some candy.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! It’s like I can’t stop myself. I’m so hungry all the time. I’ve been trying to watch what I eat to lose weight, but I feel sick if I don’t eat.” He motioned for her to come to him and led her to the kitchen table, sitting across from each other. “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re fine the way you are.”

“Because I want you to be proud to call me your woman, not when I look bloated and chubby. I hate it.” He put his head in his hand. “You’re fine. You’re more beautiful than any other woman anyways. Stop trying to live up to what you think are my expectations without knowing first.” He looked her over, noticing her breasts looking a little fuller, her face a little swollen. It couldn’t be weight gain; she hasn’t put on that much weight, maybe a couple of pounds, but not enough to make a noticeable difference.

He started connecting the dots as he looked at her. Her insatiable hunger, dizzy spells, exhaustion, and now she tells him she’s bloated. He cleared his throat, and she looked at him, confused. “What?” He swallowed, almost nervous to say what he was about to say. “I don’t think you need to lose weight. You should feed your body if it’s telling you to.” She was confused. “Why would I do that? I’ll gain more weight?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’s just weight gain, _ _ . I think you’re pregnant.” Her eyes widened, and she just looked at him for what seemed like minutes of not speaking. “ _ _?” When he called her name, she came to reality. “Oh my god! I think you’re right. How did this even happen?” Eisuke smirked, “I can show you how if you want?” She kicked him from under the table. “Stop it. This is serious! I’m on birth control.” She looked at him again. “Why are you so calm?!”

He sighed, “Birth control isn’t completely effective in preventing pregnancy. We’d have to use a condom in tandem with birth control, but why would we do that? We’re only sleeping with each other. What does it matter anyway? I can take care of you and the baby. That’s no problem. It just means I get to see the efforts of our lovemaking with your swollen womb. To think we made life. Feels special, don’t you think?” She beamed. “Come here, baby.”

She walked over towards him and pulled her down to sit on his lap, and he put his hand on her stomach and kissed her cheek. “Don’t be scared, be excited. Take joy in the fact that you are growing a life. That’s what you deserve, don’t think of this as a bad thing.” She smiled, “Of course, I would be excited, but you talk about it as if I am. We don’t know till I take a test.” He kissed her again on the temple. “Because you are; I don’t need some silly test to tell me something I already know.” She rolls her eyes at his arrogance.

“Okay, Eisuke. Cause you’re a doctor now? Aren’t I supposed to feel sick?” Eisuke sits back and crosses his arms. “If you’re so concerned, maybe we should call Luke here? Would that make you feel better?” She pondered for a moment. “So indecisive” He picked up his phone, calling Luke without waiting for her answer.

Not long after Eisuke hangs up the phone, there’s a knock at the door. Eisuke gets up and answers it, and Luke steps in with a bag of medical supplies. He places the bag on the counter and looks at both Eisuke and _ _ _. “So what can I do for you?” You cross your arms. “Sexy bones?” He reads your body language. Eisuke clears his throat and stands up. “I need you to see if she’s pregnant.” Luke’s eyes go wide, and he gasps. “Were you trying? I had no idea.” She shakes her head. “No,” Luke smiles, “Accidents are always fun too.” He picks up his bag. “Let’s go in the bedroom so I can examine you.” She nods, following Luke.

Moments later, she walks out with Luke remaining completely quiet. Eisuke looks at her. “What happened?” Eisuke asks. _ _ _ silently sits down, and Luke walks up to Eisuke putting his hand on his shoulder and lowering his voice to a whisper, “She’s pregnant, and she’s scared. It would be best if you were supportive. Stress can affect the baby.” Eisuke nods, and Luke pats him on the shoulder. He takes out a prescription pad. “I’m going to give you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.” He says as he writes, “Also, let me know if you start feeling nauseous. If you can’t keep food down, I can prescribe something for the nausea, but you might be lucky and not feel sick at all.” He smiles as he hands her the prescription. She takes it, looks at the prescription, and looks at Eisuke worriedly. Luke smiles again, picks up his bag, and leaves the suite, shutting the door behind him.

She turns away from Eisuke, “I’m going back to bed.” She set the prescription on the table and walked to the bedroom, wrapping herself under the blankets. Eisuke followed not long after, not wanting her to shut him out. He sat on his side of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. He lifted the blanket so he could see her face. Seeing tears falling. He furrows his brow, and uncovers her head, then lays down so he is level with her. “Do you not want the baby?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “It’s not that. I want to keep it. Of course, I’ll keep it. What if I’m not a good mother? I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never really been around children.” His face relaxes. “I think this is a normal fear, but I also think your instincts will tell you how to do the rest. You’re going to be a great mother. You are caring and kind. How could you not be?”

She wiped her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so upset, it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m really upset.” Eisuke smiled tenderly at her, “It’s probably hormones, baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “Turn over” She gave him a confused look. “Just do it” She turned on her side so her back faced Eisuke, and he rubbed her back soothingly. “You’ll get through this because I will be here every step of the way. Now close your eyes. You need to rest.”

#kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb fandom #voltage fanfic #love 365 #voltage inc

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sophiie2000 · 2 years ago

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She Should Be With Me ~ Ota

Hey!🩵

Finally getting around to posting Ota's story as part of this mini series. 😊

⛔️Trigger Warning! ~ Heavily implied and talks of violence, DV, self loathing. Please be aware of this before reading.⛔️

I really debated whether I would post this version or completely rewrite this entire fic. It heavily implies DV and briefly discusses the trauma/self loathing that comes from such relationships.

However, today marks 7 years of one of my own family surviving DV and making her break with both her and her child, so as it is a topic that really is close to my heart, it just felt right to keep it how it is.

The thoughts of the characters with how DV makes you feel are based on the emotions and beliefs my family member has described to me.

I do not claim to be an expert on DV or trauma. I am no trained expert. All I am aware of, is my own families experiences. ⚠️

As always, I included the link to the prologue below!⬇️⬇️

So far Eisuke, Mamoru, Soryu and now Ota have been posted, leaving just Baba's story to go! 😊

So this is...

Ota x MC

While there is jealousy, this story has much more focus on helping a loved one out of a harmful relationship.

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

~ 4058 words

Everything fell silent. He could see the others lips moving. He knew they were making sound. Probably shouting various comments, voicing their surprise. Yet Ota could hear nothing. Nothing over the thumping of his own heart. The rapid ba-dums ringing in his ears. A throbbing pain started in his chest, as it tightened.

How long had he cherished MC? She had come to him when he was in such a low place, he guessed it was inevitable she would come to mean so much to him. But for him to have fallen in love? That had been the greatest shock to him.

Slapping on his usual angelic smile. Ota began to reminisce on the past few years, and how MC had become someone irreplaceable to him.

It had been months. Months since Ota had touched a paintbrush. Months since he could bring himself to look at a canvas. The media were having a field day with his lack of released works. He could still see the headlines now. “ANGELIC ARTIST A FRAUD?!” and “WILL OTA KISAKI, THE ANGELIC ARTIST, EVER PAINT AGAIN?”.

Despite not painting, Ota still carried a pad and pencil with him wherever he went. Was it habit? Or was it hope that something, somewhere would trigger his spark for drawing.

Ota was always doodling some sort of design. Nothing he would publish. But just random everyday things he saw. Such as the calloused hands of the food vendor on the street. The silhouettes of the happy couple he had witnessed on their first date. The swaying cherry blossoms, just starting to see their petals drop.

His designs, they were all drawings which to anyone else would be perfect. Yet for Ota… they lacked something. They had no depth. Was it his strict parents who were both top of their own fields that had left Ota with such a perfectionist trait? Or was he just hard on himself because he wanted to show his teacher he had been right when he believed Ota had the talent to be the best during this time?

One particular day Ota had entered a coffee shop a short distance from the hotel. He took a seat in the corner of the café, out of the way, somewhere he would be less likely to be spotted. After his coffee arrived, his eyes roamed the café.

Until they stopped.

There, in the opposite corner of the café sat a lone woman. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulder, tucked neatly behind her ear. She was beautiful. To Ota, she was as bright as the sun, or the brightest star in a clear night sky. He was drawn to her like a magnet. He watched as she enjoyed her coffee. She appeared to be doodling on a pad. Her face held a beautifully concentrated focus. Ota felt mesmerised, and before he knew what he was doing, he too was sketching. Forming on his pad, was the beautiful woman who had captured his attention so fully. And for the first time in months, something sparked in his creative mind.

By the time Ota had finished, his coffee was cold and the woman was gone. His shoulders slumped knowing he’d missed his chance to say hello to the mystery woman. But for the first time in months, a genuine smile featured on his face as he gazed at the drawing he had just completed.

For the next few weeks, Ota had similar experiences. He would casually find himself in the same locations as the mystery woman. It was genuine coincidence that he found her again and again. But to him, it felt like fate. After a few weeks, he had pages of various drawings of the woman he had watched from afar.

They were all of her completing mundane tasks. Grocery shopping, buying food from the street vendor, sitting on a park bench doodling, picking flowers, texting on her phone. Nothing particularly special, but yet these drawings, to Ota, were the best he had done.

The next place Ota spotted the woman surprised him. He was walking through the hotel lobby when three employees walked in to begin their shift. As always, he plastered on the angelic smile to greet the maids. But suddenly he froze. Were his eyes deceiving him? There with the other two maids, wearing the same uniform, was the lone woman he had been drawing these last few weeks. She was a maid at the hotel?! All this time she had been right next to him?

He raced back up to the lounge where he knew Eisuke was. He had to find out who this woman was.

When Ota showed Eisuke his drawings, Eisuke seemed pleased.

“Who is she, Eisuke?” He asked, desperate to find out the name of the woman who had reignited his creative flame.

“Her names MC. She’s a good employee. Why do you ask?” Eisuke smirked, testing Ota.

“Introduce us. Please.” Ota practically pleaded with Eisuke, which made his smirk deepen. He pulled out his phone and after 2 short rings he issued his command.

“Kenzaki, bring MC up here for me immediately”.

Ota sat patiently waiting. The 5 short minutes they waited had felt like hours. When the door opened the lone woman walked in quietly. Ota caught his breath. She was breathtakingly beautiful. A natural beauty. And the brightness he had seen before seemed to have grown. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her.

“Mr Ichinomiya, you wished to see me” she spoke. Even her voice, to Ota, was gentle, sonorous like an angel.

“First, coffee.” Eisuke instructed. MC seemed to be accustomed to this command. She even knew exactly how Eisuke had his coffee, which surprised Ota. How well did they know each other?

“Your coffee, Mr Ichinomiya… Sir.” MC placed a coffee in front of both men before Eisuke gestured for her to take a seat beside Ota.

“MC, the man sat beside you is Ota Kisaki, I’m sure you recognise him as both the angelic artist and one of our VIP guests. He asked me to introduce you both”

“Eis—I mean Mr Ichinomiya, w-why me?”

“MC it is ok, you can call me Eisuke when here. Ota state your business.”

“Do you two know each other?” Ota asked looking between MC and Eisuke.

“Our parents were good friends, when MC’s sadly passed away I brought her here to the hotel so she had work and a place to live. So, you could say we are friends” Eisuke replied, smiling kindly in MC’s direction. “Now, MC came all the way up here Ota, state your business”.

“Oh… yes right. MC, I’m Ota and I’d like you to take a look at a few of my drawings before I ask you something. Please, consider what I have to say before you say anything.” Ota pleaded slightly, and MC, confused, nodded.

Ota showed MC his drawings of her from the last few weeks. With each new drawing, the confusion but also surprise in MC’s eyes intensified.

“A-are they all of me?” MC exclaimed, looking up at Ota.

“Yes… you see, whenever I saw you I just had this urge to draw. I haven’t felt this creative urge in months. So please, please would you consider agreeing to be a model for my drawings? A couple of hours 2 or 3 times a week. We could talk pay?”

Eisuke and MC looked at each other and laughed. Ota was confused. Why were they laughing?

“No, we don’t need to talk pay” MC responded, still giggling.

“But please--!” Ota began to beg before Eisuke stopped him.

“Ota don’t beg. She isn’t saying no to modelling for you”

“She isn’t?” Ota looked bewildered, both Eisuke and MC smiled, chuckling again.

“No, she’s a nice girl Ota. She’ll help you out, won’t you MC”

“If you really think I’m good enough as a model for your art, I would happily help you” MC smiled.

And that smile was the beginning of Ota’s fall. As the weeks turned to months, and months turned to a year, then another and another, MC did as she promised. She sat and modelled however Ota asked for a couple of hours, 3 times a week.

As they got to know each other better, their time together wasn’t just spent modelling and drawing. MC had shown Ota her own drawings, and while she hadn’t been too happy with them, Ota could see she was talented, she just needed guidance to reach her potential.

So, Ota taught her. He showed her better techniques, gifted her better utensils, offering her guidance. During this time, she showed him smiles so full and bright, that falling in love with her was inescapable.

Ota could feel himself tensing. He had known about Mason, of course he had. But knowing about Mason was never going to be enough to prevent him falling so completely for her.

And if she was going to move in with him, Ota feared he would lose everything. His best friend, his muse, the woman he loved. All would disappear. All at once.

“No.” One voice sounded above the others. Eisuke’s.

“What do you mean, ‘no’? It is hardly your decision Eisuke” MC responded angrily. She was the only person capable of standing up to Eisuke. Perhaps due to knowing each other since childhood.

“I mean no. MC think about everything you have told us about him. I have tried to be patient and wait for you to end this farce of a relationship, I have kept quiet and kept out of your business. However, if you are serious about moving in with him, then I will step in and prevent that.” Eisuke spoke with authority. He spoke of everything each of the others were thinking but did not say themselves.

The truth was, Mason was controlling and had on occasion been physically violent towards MC. The guys had all at one point had to step him to keep MC from being badly hurt.

Without fully controlling and watching her constantly, they couldn’t stop her from sneaking out to meet him.

The decision to move in together, would prevent them from having any ability to protect her.

It had been Ota who first told Eisuke he suspected MC was being mistreated. Cuts and bruises on her arms, legs and back were visible on occasion when she was modelling for him.

When he asked her about them she brushed him off. “Oh, I’m just clumsy” or “Must have been while I was working”. Typical responses she would give.

“You can’t stop this Eisuke… it’s already happened. Anyway, things will get better living together. He won’t be worrying about what I’m doing all the time because I will be there at home”

“MC… don’t you see how that’s another way he will control you?” Ota tried to intervene, offer a calmer voice. But Eisuke wouldn’t have it.

“Shut it Ota. MC this man has hurt you. He controls you. We care about you MC. Too much to let you go and live with that man. I’m sorry, truly, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger any longer. You are to stay here, until we have spoken about this properly. In one of the suites here in the penthouse. You choose.”

“Dammit Eisuke!” Anger boiled in MC’s eyes, Ota was glad Eisuke was intervening but he hated seeing MC hurt.

“She can stay with me.” Ota spoke up, and everyone looked towards him. MC momentarily seemed to calm down at that thought. “Makes sense, she spends a lot of time with me anyway with the art stuff”

“Fine, I’ll stay with Ota. For now.” MC barked before storming off. Everyone watching after her.

“She’ll understand, I’m just doing what is best for her.” Eisuke stated, his eyes focusing in the direction she left.

“You’re doing the right thing.” Ota replied, following after MC.

A few hours had passed since Eisuke had placed MC under 'house arrest'. Ota had sat on the sofa in his suite silently sketching as he waited for MC to come out of the bathroom she had locked herself in.

His blank page had soon been filled with a silhouette drawing of MC sitting in a windowsill.

He was just beginning to add the finishing touches when he heard the sound of the bathroom lock clicking open.

Looking up he saw MC emerge, looking sheepish. Placing his sketchpad on the table, Ota headed into the kitchen and prepared two coffees.

“Thank you” MC whispered as she gratefully accepted the drink from him. A satisfied sigh leaking from her lips after the first sip.

Ota noticed she had begun to relax and so he silently continued to sketch. He figured he would wait for her to be ready to speak.

Although, he did not have to wait for long.

“I know Eisuke and you guys are only looking out for me…”

“Mhm” Ota replied, letting her know he was listening. Encouraging her to continue.

“I know I need to be away from Mason… I know how he treats me is wrong. But I’m scared, Ota… he knows where I am at all times. When I’ve been around you guys, his behaviour is worse… I thought leaving was the right thing. I thought… I thought I could help him, make things easier for him” MC stuttered, weeping as she spoke.

“MC… there is no way we could rightly let you go back. We have made that mistake too many times. You aren’t safe there. And you’re telling me you’re scared? That alone tells me Eisuke is doing what is best, not letting you leave.”

“But Ota… if I don’t go… he’ll just get angrier…” MC cried.

“That is why it is safest for you to stay here. He can’t get you if you are here. I promise, you’re safe here with me… *cough* I mean with us” Ota hastily corrected himself, dragging MC into a warm, tight embrace.

The scent of her perfume filled his senses. She smelt like cherry blossoms. The smell warming Ota’s heart. It made him wish to hold on tighter. Although, truthfully, it wasn’t the nostalgic smell that he wished to hold on to so dearly.

It was her.

This beautiful, wonderful woman who had come into his boring life, and filled it with so much joy. So much colour.

Someone like her crappy boyfriend, who didn’t know how to treat her properly was undeserving of such an angel. He would cherish her. He would love her how she deserved to be loved. Treat her with the care and kindness she warranted. She should be with him, he thought.

As he felt MC return his embrace, Ota placed a tender kiss to her forehead. Feeling her nuzzle into his touch, he lingered. Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. The action bringing a blossom pink blush to them. A look that made her all the more endearing.

As MC looked up into Ota’s eyes, he brought his forehead to rest against hers. Everything felt right. In that moment, Ota felt like they were connecting on a deeper level. Her eyes hadn’t left his.

Her wide eyes, beckoned him closer.

And closer…

Until.

“I need to go speak to Eisuke!” MC suddenly pulled herself away.

Out of his embrace. Ota was shocked for a moment. Frozen in place. Before he suddenly nodded, agreeing.

MC hurried from his suite, not before sparing one last glance in his direction.

Was her heart racing like his? He hadn’t imagined that moment, had he? They were… they were about to kiss?

Right?

It had been a few days since Ota and MC almost shared their would-be kiss.

Things had been relatively normal between them. They still spent their free time drawing together, with Ota teaching MC better techniques, while MC modelled for his art.

MC had spoken with Eisuke and apologised for her outburst. She was honest with how she was feeling, and had explained to Eisuke she was actually grateful that they would be helping free her from a relationship which had been making her miserable for a long time.

While they may have gotten her out of the home she had been in. They were having to keep her hidden away in the penthouse.

Particularly since Mason’s anger at her being taken from him was at its peak. He was sending horrid messages. Angry phone calls. Creating disturbances in the hotel.

All the while, Ota ensured MC was with him safe, while Eisuke and the others prevented Mason from getting any closer.

Mamoru had actively encouraged MC to report the harassment she was receiving. However, she blamed herself for his temper and outbursts.

She was the one who was abandoning him. She was the one who had moved in with him one second, and disappeared the next.

Yes, it was unhealthy. Yes, she knew that it was unsafe for her to return. But logic defied her. Logic wasn’t enough to make her feel like she was doing the right thing. For both her and Mason.

She had almost gone back.

A number of times she almost broke down and returned.

See that’s the hold these people hold over you. They are capable of making you blame yourself. Making you think that they need you, to be ok. When in reality they are taking every ounce of your confidence, worth, belief. Destroying it, until you rely on them solely.

This was something Ota and the others had been showing MC she was better than. That she was worth something. That she mattered.

To Ota… she was everything. And he was adamant he would make sure he built her back up. Build her confidence, show her how much she was worth. Help her believe in herself again.

And he would do it in the only way he knew how.

His art.

A few months had passed since the bidders had pulled MC out of her relationship.

After a month and a half Mason finally gave up.

He stopped messaging, calling, showing up at the hotel. He had suddenly become eerily silent.

Ota had had to promise MC that Eisuke and Soryu had not ‘taken care of’ Mason. Although, he couldn’t promise that they had not given him a helping hand in encouraging him to back off.

After 2 months, MC had moved back into the staff dorms. Back into her old room. Ota missed her company in his suite. It was quiet without her. But it did give him the time to work alone on his creation.

After deciding he was going to show MC exactly what she meant to him, he had begun designing his largest art piece yet.

He was creating a time lapse piece. Each canvas displayed a different part of the story.

From a young girl falling in love, to the pain of being trapped in a controlling relationship, to finally breaking free, and ending with the beauty of a woman as bright as the sun, walking to her future.

He was detailing her story. He wanted to show her just how magnificent she had become, how brightly she shone. Show her she was worth so much more than what she had once believed.

He called the piece…

A journey to self-love.

Each stroke of his paintbrush had been filled with his love for MC. Every dab of paint and colour held greater meaning than any piece he had completed before.

Every section had a purpose.

It was his greatest masterpiece. Just as she had become his greatest love.

When Ota had finally completed the piece, he invited the bidder’s to be the first to view it. He could guarantee they would be honest with him. They would tell him if he had captured the essence of what he wanted.

Especially Eisuke. His harshest critic. Particularly where MC was concerned.

Everyone was silent as they walked around the gallery. Moving from one canvas to the next. Ota could see in their eyes they were moved. They were impressed.

Eisuke had stopped in front of the last canvas. His eyes seemed softer as they gazed at the detailed painting of MC. Ota knew he was gazing at her with the care and love of an older brother.

The other bidder’s left, leaving the pair alone in front of the final canvas.

Ota waited with bated breath. What would he say?

“It’s perfect. You truly captured her journey. Thank you.” Eisuke whispered, eyes still focused on the canvas, before he continued. “She’s in love with you, too, you know. She told me, about your almost kiss… that was when she realised” Ota’s breath hitched. He had hoped, but was never certain. “Look after her”.

“I will.” Ota replied, a smile gracing his features. “Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked nervously.

“Mhm” Eisuke nodded, the gruffness back in his voice. Finally, he turned away from the canvas. Placing one strong hand onto Ota’s shoulder, before striding from the gallery.

All that was left for Ota to do now… was show MC. He desperately hoped she would like it, and understand how he feels.

Ota kept his hands covering MC’s eyes. She giggled as he awkwardly tried to lead her into the gallery. He placed her in front of the first canvas. Taking a deep breath, he whispered quietly into her ear.

“This is my greatest masterpiece…” slowly releasing her eyes.

The time MC took to adjust to the light felt like eternity to Ota, as he waited for some sort of reaction from her. Anything.

He watched as she took in each canvas. Spending time to truly appreciate each, and every one. Each stroke. Each detail.

The way she always took her time when observing his art always filled Ota was glee and satisfaction. For her, his muse, his love, to enjoy his creations… well, it filled his heart.

Ota noticed the changes in MC’s features as she went from one canvas to the next.

How she smiled in reminiscence at the young couples love blooming. How her features darkened and her smile faded at the young woman being trapped. The way her eyes shook with unhealed pain as she observed the pain the woman in the painting felt too.

And finally, he saw as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, sparkled with joy, as she observed the final canvas. The canvas which showed the woman as bright as the sun, journeying on into a better future.

MC turned to Ota, but before she could say anything he pulled her into a crushing embrace.

“You are incredible, MC. You have come so far. You are worth so so much. You truly do shine brighter than the sun, and I just needed you to know, just how amazing you are. How much you mean to—” Before Ota could finish, MC interrupted him.

With a kiss.

A deep, all consuming, kiss.

The softness of her lips pressing to his own, filled Ota to the brim. A satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he joined her in deepening their kiss.

Their tongues danced together to the beat of their own song. His hands snaking around her waist to pull her to him. He felt as her body shivered in obvious pleasure.

After what felt like forever, yet not long enough, they pulled away from each other.

“Thank you, Ota” MC whispered, as she attempted to calm her breathing. A single tear drop rolling down her fevered stained cheek.

Ota reached up, gently caressing her cheek, as though to dry her tears. He peppered featherlight kisses to her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, nose. The gesture resulting in a soft giggle from his loves lips.

“I love you, MC” Ota finally breathed the words he hadn’t dared share in the years he had known her. “I always have. Please, please let me continue to love you”

“I love you too, Ota. So much”.

Her honest, heartfelt declaration brought immense joy to Ota. He lifted her up into his arms before crashing his lips to hers once again.

Finally, the angelic artist had captured the heart of his muse. His love. His sunlight.

And like how his art would remain part of this world, he hoped their love too, would never fade.

#kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb ota #kissed by the baddest bidder #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic #voltage fanfic #voltage inc #voltage otome #love 365 #voltage games #kbtbb #ota kisaki

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kissedbymybadbidder · 2 years ago

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how many shots it would take me to sleep with each bidder

eisuke: (4) would need.. just a few shots to be able to deal with his bullshit long enough to sleep with him but it would most definitely be worth it.

soryu: (3) confidence shots. i would let this man do anything to me.

baba: (1) literally dont need to take a shot before doing this lovely man but i just feel like taking a shot for it.

ota: (7) is he handsome? yes. is he also annoying? yes. i would not be able to put up with his koro thing unless i had a hefty amount of alcohol in my system.

mamoru: (2) i'd jump this man's bones the second i had the chance. i think two shots would be the perfect amount to be just a little tipsy to put up with him but LORD i love this man.

hikaru: (3) listen, i know this man is all shy but i feel like he is a freak in the sheets and i am down to experience that. i'd need a few shots to not be all shy and awkward myself.

#kbtbb #kbtbb shuichi #eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb baba #kbtbb soryu #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #soryu oh #hikaru aihara #kbtbb x reader #voltage fanfic #voltage otome #love 365 find your story

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mithology-marveloholick · 3 years ago

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MC: Fuck. Oh wait!

Soryu: Not now, later babe

MC: I wasn't calling you!

Soryu: Then stop saying Oh!

MC: How am I supposed to stop saying Oh? You're the one with a stupid surname!

Soryu: It's gonna be your surname too!

MC: Are you proposing to me?

Soryu: YES! Will you?

MC: Yes! I will!

Bidders: What the fuck just happend?

@jxstaokiparadise your post gave me this idea and now the only way I now imagine Soryu proposing to MC

#kissed by the baddest bidder #soryu oh x mc #soryu oh #eisuke ichinomiya #baba mitsunari #mamoru kishi #ota kisaki

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hikaruspinktip · 1 year ago

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Oh..! 😊...

(Im acting like as if I don't say stuff WAY worst than ota said/says)

#kbtbb #hikaru x shuichi #kissed by the baddest bidder #hikaru aihara #shuichixhikaru #shuichi hishikura #ota x baba bc i said so #ota x baba #they are so obviously dating #but they just deny it #acting like tsuderes like hikaru

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eikouxd · 2 years ago

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It's that time of year again! ^▪︎^

°• Happy Birthday, Eisuke! •°

Hope you enjoy this small comic inspired from the VIP room Birthday story! It was really cute ♡

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mozak-hh · 4 years ago

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Kbtbb Headcanon:

Ass, thighs or ✨Boobies✨

I have no explanation for this besides that i’m bored ;p

Includes: Eisuke, Ota, Soryu, Baba

Rating : NSFW

Eisuke:

This man would probably like all of them lol

But if he had to choose he’d pick thighs.

Eisuke likes you wearing short dresses and skirts just so he can look at your thighs. Doesn’t matter if they’re thick or not, he just wants to grab them.

The type of person to place his hand on your thigh in the car, regardless if there is people with you. Tell him to stop and he’ll just move his hand higher.

He’ll always leave love bites on your thighs after going down on you, and he’ll bruise them with his grip.

Eisuke’s had daydreams about resting of your thighs, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

Sometimes when he’s had a frustrating day, he’ll tell you to sit on his lap, and wrap your legs around his waist. Then he can your thighs pressing against him.

Something about you pressing your thighs against his head as he eats you out turns him on as well.

Soryu:

This guy can’t go a single day without blushing about you boobs.

Whenever you press up against him and he can feel them, his entire face goes completely red. The bidders give him so much shit for it.

He tries to be polite and not look, but whenever your wearing something with a low neckline he can’t help himself.

Whenever the two of you are in bed, his large hands fully engulf them, they’re so soft and warm. Que the hard-on

When he’s drunk he’ll try to be the little spoon. So he’ll wrap his arm around you and lay on your chests. It feels like heaven for him.

He’s had sexual fantasies about you pumping his cock with your breasts, but he’s too she to bring the idea up poor bb.

Ota:

Ota would probably come up behind you and just grab your ass for no reason. The man’s a menace.

He found out about his love for your ass when you and the bidders had to travel one day, and there weren’t enough seats in the car. He offered for you to sit on his lap, and for the rest of the ride he had to his his face behind your back so the others didn’t notice his read face or heavy breathing.

He’ll immediately take you to bed if he ever sees you in leggings. Walk into the penthouse in those and you’ll never leave the bedroom.

He loves to grab your ass during sex too

Whenever your in the kitchen alone, he’ll come up behind you and just press himself into you. Pushing his lower area into your ass in the process.

Would also spank you as punishment. Probably has one of those paddles as punishment or something.

Baba:

The trickiest at finding a favourite, since he just loves your body in general.

“Your so beautiful Mc, how would I possibly be able to choose a favourite?~”

That sweet talk aside, his fav would probably be your thighs.

Man lowkey prays for your thighs squeezing his head as he tastes you.

If your sitting next to him, his hand will always subconsciously drift to your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb or tracing circles on them.

Unlike Ota, he’ll actually enjoy it if you wear leggings around the penthouse.

Loves any sex position wear he can cup your thighs. He’s not into bruising them, but he’ll definitely leave love bites.

#kbtbb headcanon #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb ota #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu #soryu oh #eisuke x mc #eisuke ichinomiya #ota kisaki #ota x mc #kbtbb baba

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eisukevint · 2 years ago

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Fragile

‘He’s not the man you know him to be.’

Pairing: Mitsunari Baba x Reader

Genre: Yandere, Angst

Warnings: mild violence and ig baba ooc?

a/n: @cupidocherie is my saviour. and my favourite proof reader and i love her. and hello im back from the dead people. this idea randomly popped into my head one day and its long asf so here ya go.

tags: @leoamber66 @flatsuke @magicalmagehimiko @neerons @/my phans

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“Is that really what you want?”

The petrified female watched as the scene of the psychological horror turned ghastly and the greenhouse was set on fire. She was aware that she wasn’t in the right state of mind to watch such things but she needed something to get her mind off things, rather someone.

A distant bang in the quiet night freaked her a little and she jumped in her seat on the couch. She swung her head away from the movie she was watching, a movie that was supposed to be a distraction. She gazed out of the large windows in her solemn house to find the source of the sound but the only thing she could see were the dark, towering trees. Her house, her parent’s vacation house, was stranded from life, far in the deepest woods. Hearing noises was not unusual, but this was different, and it sparked curiosity in her. She wanted to find out but it was like her body wasn’t obeying her despite her mind reasoning logically to make sure she was safe.

Just as she thought against it, she noticed the forgotten coffee mug, previously warm, in her hand. Heaving a sigh, she got up and made her way to the kitchen when she heard it again. This time, however, it was closer than before. She felt something that she hadn’t felt in a while, pure fear. She peeked through the drawn blinds and then she saw it. The silhouette of a man. She immediately felt a sense of deja vu.

Stumbling backwards, the mug slipped from her hand and broke into several sharp fragments when it made contact with the maple wood floor.

An audible gasp escaped her mouth. ‘This isn’t really happening, is it?’

Just as she was debating with herself, the doorbell rang, like the very first time she met him.

Paying no mind to the shards of broken mug on the floor, she tiptoed to the front door, eyes bloodshot and hands sweaty. What she didn’t expect was the vacant porch when she peered through the peephole.

“I know you’re here, (Y/N). I just wanna see my precious girl, won’t you let me in?” The voice was no more than a familiar whisper to her and she recognised it instantly. There’s no way she wouldn’t. She felt her blood run cold. Frozen to the spot, she blankly stared at the door when a knock was heard. Not the door, but the window. Another wave of shivers swirled through her body, then again a moment of silence.

“You won’t just leave me hanging like this, now would you? Come on, let me in,” But he was already in. The voice was close - dangerously close. She knew it was coming from inside the house.

Something in her hazy mind snapped and she dashed to the safety of her room. She climbed up the stairs hastily, taking three steps at a time. Tears of frustration, humility, uncertainty and woe dripped down her flushed cheeks as she slammed the door behind her and locked it.

“My dear, lovely (Y/N), hiding won’t do you any good…” The man pronounced again as he took the first step of the stairs, a sinister grin playing on his chiselled face.

There she was, in the closet, clutching a multifunction knife in her trembling hands. The knife he gave her.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). I’m aware I can’t be with you at all times and because of me, your life is constantly in danger. I can’t stand to see you hurt, my love. So please, promise me, if you ever feel like someone’s threatening you and I'm not there, ask the guys for help. They’ll be more than happy to help out. You’re their favourite maid, you know?” Winking, he grabbed the frail girl’s hand.

“Mitsu, I know, I believe you and I love you so much. No matter what happens, I'll always love you. Now and forever.” They shared a kiss under the moonlight and all of a sudden, Baba pulled out something from his jacket pocket. A multifunction knife to be precise and placed it in her hands. “What am I gonna do with this? Stab Erika?”

“I mean, no one said you couldn’t. Anyway, it’s for you to fend off bad guys. No stabbing Erika if you don’t want to spend a good few years in jail. And besides, I've had this on me for as long as I can remember. It’s one of my most prized possessions and it’s yours now.”

She never thought that she’d ever use it against Mitsunari himself. It was too much for her to handle. That’s when she heard a bang.

“Come out come out, (Y/N)! You can’t hide from me forever,”

Despite the hot stuffiness inside the closet, cold sweat trickled down her back. She hoped that it was just a bad dream. That she would wake up in her bed, birds chirping in the broad daylight as the day brings about a streak of happiness in her dreary life. But it was happening and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to escape this.

She flinched when she heard the door of her room slam open.

“There you are!” The fedora wearing man said cheerfully upon entering the room and clicked his tongue when his ex-girlfriend was nowhere in sight.

“Come on, (Y/N). You know I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek with you.” She could hear him pacing around the room in search of her, the familiar clacking of his leather shoes on the wooden floor. He used to do that quite often when he was lost in thought, pace around his penthouse suite when something troubled him. However the footsteps got closer and she knew he was in the bathroom when she heard another doorknob being turned. She shuddered, keeping her breathing at a minimum in fear of him finding out her hiding location.

“Hm, not here either. Guess I'll see in the opposite room.”

She released a sigh of relief when she thought the male was gone, but jerked when the door of the vanity unit was opened violently.

“Aw, I didn’t know you’re so petite! How did you manage to fit in there, my love?”

She couldn’t reply, all she could hear was the thumping of her heart against her chest, afraid it’ll burst right out.

“Are you so happy to see me that you’re at a loss for words?” There it was, that smirk. “Come on out, you’ll hurt your head in there.” He said as he got up from his crouching position on the bathroom floor.

She didn’t want to, so why did her body comply to his words and not her own? The pocket knife was still tightly clutched in her slender hands, her eyes wide and breathing ragged. Mitsunari gazed at her petrified face, expectantly.

“Wh-Why are you here, Baba?” She managed to choke out those words and raised her eyes to his face. The face she loved waking up to every morning. It felt so foreign to her now.

“Damn, the last time I checked, we were on first name basis.” He feigned mock innocence and clutched his jacket where his heart was pulsating.

“Why are you here?” She asked again, with a bit more stability to her tone.

He chuckled despite himself and swiftly grabbed a fist full of the young female’s hair on the back of her head.

“‘Why’, you ask? I know you know I love you too much to be away from you. You made me so lonely for the past three months, (Y/N). Do you realise how worried I was when I couldn't find you anywhere? Who knew you’d be here of all places. You managed to hide really well from me!” His forceful grip tightened and she closed her eyes in pain.

“Who told you I'm here, Baba?” She was sure that no one except Ota knew of her location. So how did he-

“Ah, you underestimate me, my love. Besides, Lupin knows everything.” With that, he winked at her. His signature wink. If she wasn’t in this perilous situation, she would’ve admitted that she missed his teasing wink. But she was more curious about how he got here. There was no way he could’ve known even if he was a master thief and Ota wouldn’t rat her out.

“But how- I mean, that’s not possible.”

“I’m offended that you would rather depend on Ota than me, pretty lady. He wouldn’t even budge and refused to tell me about your whereabouts even when he knew I was distraught with you. Alas, he was a very good man. I genuinely considered him my best friend.” Considered?

“Wh-What do you mean, Baba?” The crack in my voice was painfully obvious and I noticed something on Baba’s off-white neck tie that I didn’t before. A patch of red.

Blood.

No. She refused to believe it. He didn’t- he couldn’t.

“He had the audacity to call my girlfriend his koro. But he’s not an obstacle in our lives anymore. It’s been settled. No one can bother us now.” His face took on a more satisfied form.

What is he saying- Ota can’t be dead. He just can’t. But the look in Baba’s eyes said otherwise and for the second time in the past five years, she didn’t recognise the man in front of her. That’s when a familiar memory played in her mind,

“Baba’s not the man you know him to be.” The petite woman turned to look at Eisuke when he addressed her after she finished telling the auction managers about a date Mitsunari took her on the day before.

“What do you mean, Mr. Ichinomiya?” Confused, she cocked her head to the side.

“Do you really believe a man like that would genuinely care? Baba knows how to deceive someone better than any man in this room. He’s constantly wearing a mask, a facade.” This time, it was Soryu who spoke up. “We’ve known him longer than you have. We’re not saying this to ruin your relationship with him or something, but be wary. He’s a nightmare dressed like a daydream,” That was the most amount of words she had Soryu speak at a time but she realised that no one denied his statement.

Is this what Eisuke and Soryu meant? Was it her that let it get this far?

Another stream of fresh, hot tears flowed down her cheeks.

“What happened to us, Baba? When did we become like this?” She wasn’t sure if she’s asking herself or the manic man in front of her. At that moment, she saw it. Every single moment she spent with him. Him making her pasta when she was tired. Kissing each other goodbye when she left for her work. Holding each other when either of them felt insecure. The list was never-ending.

She kept zoning in and out of reality when she thought about him gradually changing. Coming home late, speaking rather harshly with her, frequent mood swings. Hell, she even smelled another woman’s scent on him. She only kept quiet about it for the sake of her relationship with the said man. It wasn’t that bad when he started calling her names. Sure, she was surprised that Baba of all people would do that. Dismissing it as him just having a bad day. But that’s when it started getting worse. Toxic possession ignited in Baba. Controlling what she could wear and what she couldn’t. Friends she was allowed to meet, what she could eat, to the point where she wasn’t even allowed to see the bidders. That wasn’t the Baba she knew.

She had confronted him about it one night, eerily similar to this one. Baba had just gotten to the penthouse from God knows where. She wanted- no, needed to know why he was being this way. Maybe it was impulsive, but Baba found the woman, his girlfriend, severely annoying when she questioned him about his behaviour for the past four months and he did what she never in a million years imagined he would do. He raised his hand and it clashed with (Y/N)’s left cheek, causing her to reel back and fall flat on her butt. But that’s not what appalled her. It was Baba’s blank face with not a trace of remorse on it. And he left. He left her there bawling her eyes out which led her to seek help from Ota — the second closest person to her after Baba.

“Shh, don’t cry. I know how you must feel. It’ll be alright. It will be just us from now on. You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let it go, my love.” Strange, in that moment, his voice was soft. It was the same voice he used to lull her to sleep. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t missed it. She recalled the first time she met. It was in this very house.

“Hold up, I'm coming! Jeez, it’s like 2 a.m. right now, who the hell is so impatient?” She grumbled as she peeked through the peephole and sceptically opened the front door.

“Um, who are you?” She queried the stranger as he turned around, his silky brown hair tousled by the wind. His leg appeared to be wounded, his pants wet with his own blood as he sat there on the step.

“Do you happen to have a first aid box?”

This was it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed answers. The past three months tormented her enough.

“Why?” She raised her head properly for the first time that night and gazed into his auburn eyes.

“Hm?”

“Why did you hit me that night? Why did you stop talking about things with me? You knew how much I cared about you. How much I loved you! Do you have any idea how devastated I was when you raised your hand against me? That wasn’t the Baba I knew! The Baba I knew was kind, sweet, clumsy and the biggest dork. Please, tell me. Where did it all go awry?” Tears continued to roll down her cheeks like hot streams.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, pretty lady. Why would a gentleman do that? You know I love you! I was just having a bad night, that’s all.” The man in front of her provided explanations but that’s not what she wanted to know.

“I saw your face that night, Baba. You looked at me as if I was a pest. You called me a whore, a stupid maid. You bastard, for all I know, you cheated on me too!” The words echoed off the bathroom walls. She was struggling to catch her breath when she realised it had gotten eerily quiet. She didn’t expect the face she was met with when she looked up.

Baba’s face was devoid of any emotion. However his eyes had a sinister glint in them. Something she came to fear in the course of a few months. He savagely grabbed her hair again and pushed her head back, staring intensely into her eyes.

“Bastard, huh? When did you learn to talk back like that? If you hadn’t been such a meddlesome bitch, I never would have hit you. I knew leaving you alone with the other guys was a mistake. Seems like they had a really bad influence on you. I will settle scores with them when I take you back and claim you as mine again, my love.”

She felt like her hair would be ripped off from her head. All she could do was helplessly stare back into his eyes as he caressed her cheek. This was it. Her strength left her body, the incidents of the night came crashing on her body and her body threatened to give up on her. She was done running away when the outcome was gonna be the same no matter what she did. Her mind was shutting down as she succumbed to his touch.

If I keep running away I'm gonna hurt the people around me.

Giving into temptation, her eyes fluttered close.

This is gonna be an endless cycle so I might as well stop it.

She felt a pair of firm arms wrap around her frail limp body right before she hit the ground and she heard the thief say in the softest, most soothing voice she had never heard before,

“It’s okay, we’ll be together from now on forever. No one will be able to seek us out. We’ll live without any restraints. Who do we even need besides each other anyway, right, my love?”

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