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brynn-lear · 4 days ago

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for those who are looking which of these games have yandere endings, allow me to kindly add them in a read more :D

Cupid Parasite: Gill Lovecraft

The most consistent yandere-vibes from Lock's recommendations. Gill's I would say leans so much on pathetic sad dog yandere and irl stalker that the otome game community is very divided on him (and a majority of us are yandere/trash husbando fans lol).

You'll spend most of his routes looking at how much he's a loser (/aff) who simps for his former roommate. I mean, he's trying to get over you but the heavens might quite literally be playing with him— cause how can he move on when you're his matchmaker???????

Cupid Parasite is so silly and so fun, highly recommend for those who love romcoms.

Piofiore: Nicola (Bad End)

Note: don't search his name on google images cause one of the first things you'll see is his CG for the bad end. Do not spool yourself lol.

Oooh how I love this man. Him and Dante are my faves [and Roberto. Lord. I love Roberto so much why isn't he a love interest?!?!?]

I won't spoil much, but his bad ending is 🥰. Plus Piofiore is such a good game anyways, it's worth trying out. If you like mafia men that are trash and would definitely kill you in other routes (sometimes their own too aHEM MISTER CHINESE KEBAB)— this game is for you.

Olympia Soiree: Kuroba (Bad End)

Ngl I remember the yandere end for this one being relatively short, but Kuroba along with Byakuya are my faves so I didn't really mind. If you like your fics with some sort of "chosen one" flair to it, OS is for you <3.

Don't get it twisted though, the game makes it a point to show time and time again how much their color system destroys the people [definitely feels like a metaphor for racism-]

Even if Tempest: Crius Castlerock (Bad End)

TW: childhood abuse/neglect, cannibalism, straight up every route has murder since this is literally a Phoenix Wright fantasy otome game, blood, unending angst you can't escape from if you want to see a single good ending, etc. For the amount of girlbossing and (justifyable?) crimes the heroine had done [and lord she's such a pretty androgynous girlie], the game is very refreshing.

LOOK AT MY BABIIIIESSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

If you love suffering, I highly recommend this game because the plot is amazing. It does not hold back as much. It's not like Black Wolves Saga's level of "dead dove: do not eat" but man will it surprise you.

Crius definitely feels overprotective even in routes outside his. As an older brother figure-esque, he has this tendency to help you out without question [this fact will hurt you later.] His bad end? I'm a simp. And I like the hurt it gives. 10/10. Also him in the fandisk is 🤌🤌🤌🤌. Everyone in that game is so loveable.

I play a whole lot of localized switch otome games and let me just say, he's gotta be part of my top 5— and some people on that list are there for nostalgia's sake (Hi Tokimeki Memorial). Crius is great. Much love.

Bonus route: Steam Prison - Fin Euclase

I shit you not, bro is a yandere in every route but his. I am not joking. The amount of Love Interests that had fallen from his hands— meanwhile in his route he's a struggling wholesome puppy just trying to survibe the underworld. I love him but I cannot be with him simply because I'm not content with just seeing him happy, I wanna see that broken side again /silly

I forgot to mention: I wouldn't say CxM has a yandere route [I say that as someone whose faves are Okazaki and Shiraishi, who keeps being typed as yanderes when they're deranged at best /j]

... Buuut there is a bad end where it feels like Hoshino/the MC is a yandere for our poster boy :)

lock's otome game recs

i received some asks indicating an interest in a compilation of my favorite otome games, so i decided to go for it!! i've played about fourteen otome games, but of those fourteen, only these six left a lasting impression on me. there are still some that i intend to check out, so the rankings may update in the future. i'll give a very general overview of each game and how i'd score the categories that i find the most important in an otome game — the heroine, story, art, enjoyability, along with the characters i liked the most.

number 6 - piofiore fated memories.

heroine: 6/10 story: 6.5/10 characters: 7/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 8/10 favorite characters: dante (ishikawa kaito), nicola (kimura ryouhei) and yang (okamoto nobuhiko)

this game centers around the heroine, with the default name liliana adornato, who finds herself entangled in the politics of the region's three most prominent crime organizations. the game has an italian backdrop and iirc, takes place in the 1930s.

the overarching narrative, while it has its fair share of intrigue, isn't the game's strongest point. it's the interactions with the characters themselves that made the game feel worthwhile. each love interest has more to them than what meets the eye, so it's satisfying to watch the relationship between them and the heroine develop.

the heroine takes a passive role throughout much of the game, events sorta just happen to her. still, she has a kind disposition that makes her likable and doesn't make stupid decisions that has you wanting to fling your console across the room. her characterization changes slightly depending on the route. for instance, without getting into spoilers, she's more assertive throughout yang's route. the resulting dynamic made yang's route the most memorable, even if he's my third favorite character from the bunch.

what feels unique to this game is the effort put into the bad endings. in most visual novels, bad endings can feel like gimmicks. you make one or two wrong decisions and you're rewarded with a few paragraphs. the downward spiral of the characters in the bad endings are decently fleshed out and you can see how they arrived at this 'worst' version of themselves. they're suitably dark and it shouldn't come as a surprise that i enjoyed them because of that 😭

then there's the art. it's stunning, the details in each CG are mindboggling. the heroine gets to wear a variety of pretty outfits which is something i like to see. even in the story's weaker moments, a stunning CG would pop up that had me forgiving everything. i still glance through the gallery to this day.

number five - cupid parasite.

heroine: 9.5/10 story: 7/10 characters: 7/10 art: 9/10 enjoyability: 9/10 favorite characters: ryuki keisaiin (junya enoki) & gill lovecraft (kimura ryouhei)

iconic. showstopping. a little bit camp.

cupid parasite stars one of my favorite heroines, lynette. she works as a bridal advisor whose ambition is to ensure everyone finds their soulmate. in actuality, she's the goddess cupid, who left her post in celestia to better understand humanity and create lasting pairs. she's a delight to play as.

this game's presentation and overall aesthetic is the most distinct from any otome game i've played. aside from the presentation, the story itself is unlike any of the others on this list. when it comes to romance, i typically prefer them to be dark and mature. this game opts for a more lighthearted approach. it vacillates between being a romcom and dipping into the absurdist genre. there were times i was literally left speechless (glances at gill's route)... but it makes for an entertaining experience. the game's plenty funny as well.

personally, i enjoyed the more grounded moments when the mythological elements remained in the background. because of this, the true ending doesn't do it for me as much as they do in other games. as with anything, this is a personal preference though. i liked all of the routes and found the game handles the development of each love interest well. we're introduced to these men at their most pathetic and get to help them become a little more well-adjusted. lowering the cringe meter, if you will. it makes their growth all the most satisfying as the narrative progresses.

number four - even if tempest.

heroine: 9/10 story: 8.5/10 characters: 8/10 art: 6/10 enjoyability: 9/10 favorite characters: the heroine herself, tyril i lister (noriaki sugiyama), crius castlerock (makoto furukawa) and lucien neuschburn (kaito ishikawa)

right from the get-go, this game's premise had me hooked. it features the heroine, anastasia (<3!), who leads an incredibly tragic life. she's bestowed the ability to reverse time following each of her deaths and uses this to unravel a mess of mysteries the world's setting is tangled in.

this game is absolutely anastasia's story. without spoiling anything, i loved the approach they took with the time rewinding ability. how it's incorporated is unique to an otome game, which they take full advantage of to amplify the tragic romances. on that note, the romance itself occasionally takes a backseat to the narrative as a whole. personally, i didn't mind this in the moment, since i found the story so interesting. in retrospect, i do wish that we got more moments between the heroine and each love interest, especially in the true ending.

there are more gameplay elements here as well. you have to conduct investigations, gather evidence, and apply what you've learned during these trial segments. when i first read about this, i thought it'd be a gimmick, but i liked playing through them. it incentivizes you to pay extra close attention to the world.

while i liked the narrative as a whole, i do wish we got more worldbuilding. there are hints of political subterfuge and religious oligarchy that, while touched upon, could've been leaned into more to give the setting a distinct feeling.

number three - olympia soiree

heroine: 8/10 story: 8/10 characters: 8/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: akaza (yoshitsugu matsuoka), himuka (shun horie), and yosuga (yuma uchida)

in olympia soirée, the eponymous heroine, olympia, lives in a society divided into castes based on colors. she is the last surviving member of a clan that can perform rituals to keep the sun aglow. this game is a lengthier title, i believe i clocked in around 25 ish hours (i don't use auto-play so that sheds some time). the story benefits from this, as olympia has rich worldbuilding and lore that's revealed throughout the route's progression.

we get to see the consequences of this caste system and olympia's growth as she becomes determined to realize a better future for the islands. this makes the heroine someone that you want to root for. personally, i'm a sucker for stories that center around a sheltered individual being forced to face the harsh realities of the world and maturing in their own way. this, paired with the struggles specific to this setting, make for a gripping backdrop for the character's routes. all the love interests have problems of their own that they need to address.

this is certainly a mature title, there's plenty of steamy scenes featuring gorgeous artwork. seriously... all the pretty CGs are absolute eye candy. i enjoyed the balance between the main narrative and the development of the romantic relationships, i don't remember ever feeling bored.

ironically enough, i think this is the darkest game from the bunch listed here, surpassing the game with actual horror elements. there's a whole litany of trigger warnings to be mindful of when going through the game's bad ends. they are, as the term suggests, Bad. not light or humorous in the slightest. the poor heroine goes through it. please be mindful of these more touchy subjects.

number two - 9 r.i.p

heroine: 8/10 story: 8/10 characters: 9/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: minami (nobuhiko okamoto), hibiki (shunichi toki), kureha (toshiki masuda), and koyo (ryota suzuki)

i was looking forward to the english localization of this game before it was even announced ... i'd been wanting an otome game with this vibe for ages. and it didn't disappoint! there are four different overarching story sections, with two characters each having their routes fall under them. this makes it difficult to give a summary since each route has a vastly different feel. some routes lean heavy into supernatural horror (such as hibiki and kureha), whereas others are just... supernatural (like with yukimaro and koharu).

the basic premise is that the main character, misa, is a high school girl burdened with her career survey. she's uncertain what she wants for the future and is being pressured by his mother to pursue a career in medicine. in one way or another, depending on the story section, she comes into contact with the afterlife and those who inhabit it.

i loved this game, i couldn't put it down. the routes that leaned heavy into horror were my favorites, which shouldn't be a surprise lol. i do feel some love interests were given preferential treatment of others, i wanted more from sena's storyline in particular, since he's voiced by one of my favorite VAs (tetsuya kakihara, the voice of scaramouche) 😭... apparently this game is receiving a fandisc, so hopefully they'll remedy that in the future.

minami stole the show for me. from what i've gauged online, he's a divisive character, you either find him grating or love him (like i do). i'm biased but i do think he has the most interesting and well-written story out of the love interests, i've played through it three times already. i just adored the dynamic between him and the heroine. he's petulant, selfish, and a bit immature, yet he goes to extremes for her as he realizes his unhinged feelings.

hibiki is a close second. the most yandere-coded of the bunch, he's soft-spoken and polite, but that exterior hides a creepy personality. like all of the characters in this game, there's a tragic element to him. i was worried about the role the heroine would play in helping him 'overcome' this, but i think they handled it well. it doesn't feel like the heroine's fixing him so much as she's helping him have a different perspective on certain events.

yeah i'm not normal about this game, i cannot recommend it enough. it would've taken the top slot if some of the routes were a bit more polished. i didn't care for yukimaro's at all, for example. routes like minami's, hibiki's, and koyo's more than make up for it though.

number one - collar x malice

heroine: 10/10 story: 10/10 characters: 10/10 art: 10/10 enjoyability: 10/10 favorite characters: takeru sasazuka (daisuke namikawa), kei okazaki (yuki kaji), and aiji yanagi (masakazu morita)

the holy grail. the otome games that died for our sins. this isn't just a good otome game, it's an excellent story, with a very human cast, commentary on issues like the nature of crime, and you're left wanting to solve the various mysterious as much as the heroine does. speaking of the heroine, miss hoshino ichika is my all-time favorite heroine. she's clever, resolute, compassionate, and you can't help but fall in love with her a little yourself 😭😭

i'm not sure if this makes sense, but the world feels very... full? you get this sense that ichika exists outside just interacting with the love interests. she has her career, friends, and her younger brother that act as more than passing NPCs. the writers ensured all the characters with portraits are given some level of depth. i left caring about more characters than the heroine and love interests.

each route is dedicated to working through a certain case, which keeps the story intriguing as you progress. finally, all of the little hints that have been littered throughout coalesce into the 'true' route, where questions you've had since the first chapter are given satisfactory conclusions. at the same time, you're left wondering about a few things, such as the complete philosophy of the main antagonist.

ichika's relationship with each of the love interests develops alongside the case they're investigating, which almost always have connections or parallels to the LI's past. this helped ground them in reality and flesh them out into dynamic characters. you come to care deeply about them alongside ichika. the romance feels earned and doesn't come on too fast, which some otome games suffer from.

if you like otome games and haven't played collar x malice yet, i fully recommend it!!!!!!!! it's the strongest title from what i've played so far.

#CxM my goat 👑#it's my first switch otome lol #EiT is definitely my fave of all of these ngl #I haven't played 9RIP yet since it's new but I can't wait :)

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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Feral octotrio finding reader or mc stuck in a breeding bench while she's begging them to ether get her out or leave her alone~ too bad the boys are in heat ~ XD I love imaging them being territorial, fighting amongst themselves for her like she's food before compromising ~

Octavinelle after hours sure are something. :)

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, breeding kink/pregnancy mention, aphrodisiac use, implied dub-con, restraints, mention of blackmail)

They’re terrible. <3 they find you stuck in that bench and smiles sharpen on their faces. What a blessing this is. You’re really too generous, letting them use your tight, little hole for as long as they want. You might be overwhelmed with aphrodisiacs and by the time they’ve all had a go you’re probably too fucked out to even think coherently. If you think they’re all going to be satisfied with a single round, you’re sorely mistaken. Seeing your restrained body twitching and your chest rising and falling with every panting breath really has them pushing each other out of the way to get to you again. The visual is so very pleasing; you can be certain they’ll take a few photos to commemorate the evening. It also works as good blackmail.

You’ll be so exhausted and sore by the end of it, covered and filled to the brim with cum. You might even be begging them for more despite everything, and they think that’s so cute. If only you were more pliant and cooperative like this, but that’s what aphrodisiacs are for. Floyd stuffs any cum that’s dripping from your hole back inside, laughing to himself when you instinctively grind against his fingers. He tells Jade and Azul that they ought to keep you in the VIP room as stress relief. That’s all you’re really good for anyway since you can’t use magic and it’ll be much better if they can trap you in a contract while you’re so out of it, drunk on mind-numbing pleasure. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Having 24/7 access to you whenever they please is very ideal. You might not agree with it when you’re fully aware, but they’ll get you to see the upsides to it eventually.

Azul definitely told you he wanted to marry you in the height of his climax and you had nodded dumbly, broken wails spilling from your bruised lips. Maybe he’ll have you sign a marriage contract before you pass out. It’ll come in handy once you’re pregnant. Then you really can’t leave him. Floyd probably makes the salacious pictures he took of you his background on his phone so that he can stare at you whenever he wants (he’s notorious for whipping out his phone in class just to scroll through those photos and on full brightness, too). You can bet he’s hunting you down as soon as class ends to drag you off into an empty classroom so that you can take care of his hard-on. Jade probably enjoyed the fact that you were stuck in that bench way more than Azul and Floyd did. He’ll tease you about it whenever the chance arises. When you try to get out of working overtime at the lounge, he’ll pout and say something like: “I was under the impression you enjoyed our company. Perhaps we should consult someone a little more agreeable.” And he’ll play the video he took of you (at full volume with no shame) and you’re so cock-drunk that everything you say sounds like it’s come straight from one of Idia’s hentai doujins.

Speaking of Idia, you are never letting him persuade you into getting into that bench ever again. He quite literally fed you to the fish. </3 at least the photos make for good pose references. He’ll have to pay up if he wants to get a look at them. After all, pictures of Azul’s angelfish aren’t cheap. But since it’s Idia, there’s really nothing to fear. He’ll either use them for references or he’ll use them as visual aids when he masturbates. He’s really just as pathetic as Azul. orz

#twisted chit chat #meraki thirsts #yandere twst #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon #n/sfw #pure filth for the fish <3 #aaaa board game club azul & idia who make you model various outfits that get increasingly scandalous #you put two maidenless lads in the same room and depravity ensues

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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List of characters!

CHARACTER MOODBOARDS

WHAT THE CHARACTERS LOOK LIKE

Facts

The origin of the characters

Disclaimer: my character's occupations have nothing to do with people who have them in real life! This is just for entertainment and to create innteresting stories! <3

Silas

Mob boss, condescending, belittling, taunting half-gentle half-violent yandere. [Male]

"The reason I put you down here, Y/N, is because you're my family, someone I care very much about. I have to teach you a lesson to make sure that you don’t do anything dumb. You’re a danger to yourself. You need me to take care of you, to teach you what is right and wrong. If only you didn’t do such stupid things I wouldn’t have to do these hurtful things. You know I love you. Say it back, Y/N. Say that you love me. Good girl/boy' — Silas "in the basement"

Dr Kry

Doctor, manipulative, violent, cold, stoic, modest, kind of conservative. Gets what he wants and does what he likes. [Male]

"Deep down, I know you're scared of me. You can pretend as much as you want, but you forget that I'm a doctor. I can read your body language better than anyone else. And do you know what I can read? That you're absolutely terrified of me" — Dr Kry "deja vu / welcome home"

King Edmund

King of a fantasy kingdom, lovesick, ruthless, selfish and entitled. He will burn down this world to get what he wants — you. [Male] (platonic with males)

"Keep your eyes on me. There's only you and me in this world — in our own world — no one else. The guards, they’re looking at you. Gawking even. Wishing that they had what’s mine. Pretty pathetic, don’t you think? To be jealous of me? As if they could ever be on my level. You must have hit your head or something with all the absurd questions you’re asking today. No one is on my level — of course — but you’re far, far better than any of the other people in this kingdom. Don’t try to insult yourself by saying that you’re like them ever again, Y/N. I don’t like that. I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Y/N. You make me crazy. I can never let you go. You’re so perfect" — Edmund "in our own world"

Jerry

Mafia right hand (wo)man, flirty, sexual, dirty minded, sarcastic, ruthless, tsundere. [Female]

“My stupid, little boy/girl. You don’t know anything, do you? You need me to think for you, hm? Don’t worry, baby, I will make sure you never dare to do any of these stupid stuff again. I’ll break you until there’s not a single thought in your head” — Jerry "Break you"

Hedwig

Lovestruck, stalker, delusional, manipulative, clingy, rich girl, typical yandere [Female]

“Y-You think I’m wasting my time with you? Please don’t say that! I really love you, Y/N … a lot. Much, much more than you could ever imagine. I-I’d bring down the moon for you! I’d give you every diamond in the world! I’d … I’d kill for you! Please don’t leave me. I-I don’t care what other people say! I’ve never been happier than when I met you! I want you. I don’t want anyone else. Please … please don’t let this end. You love me too, don’t you? We don’t need other people’s approval. We only need each other, right?” — Hedwig "I'd kill for you!"

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere talks #female yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x oc #yandere x you #yandere fics #mafia yandere #yandere mafia #yandere drabble #yandere thoughts #yandere stories

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yanderenightmare · 3 years ago

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could we get yandere poly hero bakugo x villain deku x childhood friend??? but make them both kinda off the deep end :) like that sounds so spicy o-o

poly yandere ! BAKUDEKU x childhood friend

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, gangbang, double-d, slut-shaming, guilt-tripping, degradation, condescension, patronisation

TIP-JAR

REUNION

"You? A hero?!"

Ash blonde locks shook with the snide laughter of whom they belonged to. His snickering going well with the crackling in his palms.

Izuku was on the ground again. Dirt the least of his worries with the burns running up his forearm.

"Don't kid yourself! You'll never be more than useless wimp, Deku!" The red-eyed boy jeered. Looking down into the pitiful blank puddles of terrified green at his feet.

Grinning like a maniac. Before something came to block the view.

He stood like a demon menace in front of her, where she'd once again placed herself between the two. As quirkless as the boy on the ground, but not as willing to give in to bullies. Despite said bully technically being a friend.

Her face twisted. Eyes hardening as she stared up at the boy who'd only recently gained some height on her.

"You want to shit all over our dreams?!" She yelled. Her pointer finger pushed into the skull on his black T-shirt. Making his expression drop before altering into one of surprise of her sudden bravery.

Until once again shifting to one of offence.

"Hah?"

He rose a brow. Ready to shove another pathetic weakling who was out to play hero to the ground. On their knees where they belonged.

"What about you?! Huh?!" She yelled before he had the chance. "A hero?!"

If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was making fun of him.

But that simply couldn't be.

"Next Allmight?!" She posed sarcastically.

And although he'd never heard anyone speak to him like it ever before, he was positive he didn't like her tone.

He opened his mouth to put her in her place, but she beat him to it once again.

"Are you delusional?!"

Her voice just kept rising. Kept going above whatever comment he was trying to push between her insults.

"People are better off left with villains than with you coming to the rescue!"

Katsuki went quiet at that. Drawn back as though pushed.

His eyes round as he looked down at the girl who seemed to hold more fire in her eyes than him. Yelling at him. Still with that annoying squealing girly voice she had. Though now sharpened like a dagger and thrown at him as though she actually had no fear of him.

"I'd take a villain over a monster any day!"

Deku had remained quiet. Though reached out a hurt arm to pull on her skirt now.

"Hey... stop-" His voice was weak.

Weak and pathetic.

Just like the rest of him. No mind to him being quirkless.

"No! Shut up! You always defend him!"

She snapped around. Her finger now pointed at the freckle-faced crybaby still in the spot Kachan had pushed him to.

He hadn't even dared get up or say anything. Always leaving her to do his dirty work. Never defending himself. Just allowing Kachan to push them around like he was some King and they were his servants.

His jesters.

A spoiled brat's toys he could break whenever he felt like.

"He's right. You are useless." She spit.

A look of disgust on her face as she pulled her skirt to herself. Ripping it loose from his weak grip.

Letting him drop palms first in the sand.

"Well, I'm done protecting you."

Whipping around, she faced the other boy.

His ash-blond main blowing in the wind as he stood still and stunned.

"And I'm done forgiving you!"

She wouldn't allow the tears to fall. She wouldn't allow herself to be weak anymore.

She was done.

"I'm done!"

She stepped off.

Leaving the two.

Hoping she wouldn't trip in the sandlot dust of the playground as she stomped off. Thinking it would be too embarrassing if she were to make such a statement only to fall on her face.

But she held her head high. Refraining from looking back at the two who she hoped stared after her.

Hoping this would be a lesson for them. Hoping they'd grow up for a change.

Despite the three of them being just ten.

"I'm done with both of you!"

~~~

Turns out... growing up wasn't all it was cracked up to be...

She drunk way too much last night.

She knew she should have told Rebecca to go clubbing on her own. But, the rent was just around the corner and that promoter check she gets for simply looking pretty and laughing at rich guys bad jokes was way too tempting to decline.

At least no guy had groped her this time. Or at least she'd gotten too drunk to remember it if it did.

Besides, with the way Rebecca dresses she couldn't allow her to go alone.

While she'd be left safely at home in her fuzzy socks. Her friend's silly judgment and short dress would allow her to fall prey to some rich sleaze who vouched for the pull-out method.

She’s a good friend for looking out for her, she thought and smiled as she drooled into her pillow and giggled just a bit before the pins and needles tugged at her scalp.

She's in the least allowed to pat herself on the back by sleeping in.

And by sleeping in, she means sleeping all day until midnight the day after.

She'd probably sleep even longer until the next morning. Headache and all still lingering like a slight frizz around her crown.

So much so she winced once she heard the noise she guessed must have come from one of her neighbour flat-mates or from up above her.

A sound just loud enough to wake her up.

Groaning while peeling her eyes open. Her hand slapped about the bedside table to try and find her phone, though coming at a loss at the same time feeling something cold poke her back where she twisted in the sheets.

Bending her arm, she awkwardly dragged the phone she'd been sleeping on from beneath her. Eyes squinting in a grimace as the screen lit up in her face. Way too bright white numbers reading double-o-something.

"Half a day of sleep don't do me justice..." She whined groggily as she slipped out from bed with a groan.

Club-dress still on from last night. Short and black, loose-fit but revealing, now sticking to her dried-sweaty skin.

She placed her phone on the dresser and pushed her finger-pads into her temples. Grimacing at the sting while she sighed out a pained little whimper.

"Fuck- Last time I'm doin' this... Too old for this bullshit."

Head only buzzing more with each step she took on the cold faux-wood floor as she slowly made her way to the kitchen.

Passing the full-length mirror she'd placed in the hallway. She stopped with a dead look in her eyes at the sight of herself.

Smeared mascara and rubbed smokey-eye looking like the mask of a raccoon. Nose red and lips dry and pale with their paint-coat long gone. Her hair a tangled birds-nest of regrets she'd already forgotten in her heavy hangover.

"Look like trash, smell like trash, feel like trash..."

She swallowed. Rubbing her sore neck with eyes closed.

"Last time, Becky, I swear... this is getting too tragic."

She dismissed her reflection with raking her fingers through her hair. Moving forward towards the cupboards.

"Oh yeah? What other jobs can a quirkless nobody pursue, buttercup?"

It seemed she wasn't done talking to herself. Though her voice was altered to mimic what one could only guess was supposed to replicate Rebecca.

"I don't know... like- a waitress or something..." She argued against herself.

Choosing her favourite out of the mismatched glasses from the shelf. Before flipping the sink and turning the handle towards cold.

"A waitress? That's practically the same job you have now, Bottle-girl. Just with less than half the pay." She rebutted again. Her voice harsh and pitchy, nagging at herself.

Slipping the spaghetti-straps to her dress off. She let it slink to the floor while waiting for the splashing water to run cold.

Stepping out of the black article she stood freely with no bra and no underwear while filling up her glass.

"You should use your pretty face for what's it's worth while you still can."

She chugged it hastily. Droplets running down her nude chest in the dim moonlight coming in through her open naked windows, in an apartment she assumed was occupied by her and her alone.

"You should shut the fuck up and cry about it in the shower." She dismissed the conversation and wiped her mouth with her forearm.

Placing her glass on the counter with a passive-aggressive clank. She left her dress on the floor and made her way over to her tiny but doable bathroom.

The vent had broken down a while back, and she hadn't the fifty bucks to waste on repairing it or buying a new one when she could simply shower with the door open instead.

It didn't matter much when she lived alone anyway. She just needed to make sure she didn't get a mold crisis on her hands as she really couldn't afford anything but the rent on her shaky salary.

Rebecca had told her to do more private deals in pent-house suites instead of booths at the club. But last time she'd agreed to something like that she'd been roofied and guided to a gold-frame bed with Egyptian-cotton sheets.

All of which wasn't even the worse part as when she'd woken up, thankfully with her dress still on, she'd found the guy she'd been with burnt to a near unrecognisable pulp in the bathroom.

The cops had told her he was part of a drug-ring and that his death was most probably due to those shady activities. Though, not without mentioning that the method he'd been killed with seemed highly strange and cruel for an unimportant no-name thug.

She never failed to think about it each time she entered her own bathroom. Even though the tiles were shoddy and the lights were flickering like fireflies. Miles away from the modern architecture she'd witnessed stain with red on that day.

She shook her head as the water came pouring down upon her head.

Cold like always. Colder the longer she showered.

The hot-water bill another thing she couldn't be fucked to pay.

But she'd grown rather used to it now. Taking her time as she rubbed shampoo into her scalp. Rather thinking it was for the best as hot water would only fog on the walls and give her that rot problem she'd been fearing now that the bathroom fan had kicked the can.

But used to it or not, she didn't bother showering too long.

Getting out once her skin started going purple.

Padding herself dry with a rather scratchy cheap towel. She contemplated investing in something better than dollar-store laundry detergent and maybe some fabric softener. Before ridding herself of the ridiculous thought.

Better save the money.

Drying her hair. She looked down at her nipples and how they strutted like hardened little peaks searching for warmth. Thinking of how rich guys really liked sucking on them when they were like that. How they say they can tell she's going to be a good girl for them for being so sensitive under their hands.

Her eyes stung just a bit. But she stopped herself by digging her nails into her palms.

It would be too silly to cry about it.

The buzzard ringing through the apartment had her dropping the thought completely.

Confusion taking its place instead. Then the slight split-second burn in her chest at the thought of it being the landlord.

Though ridding herself of the notion once reminded what time of day it was.

"It's like- the middle of the night- Who the fuck-" She mumbled.

Leaving the bathroom and padding over to the door-phone. Picking it up.

"Hello?"

She had a fair idea of whom to expect.

Only people who knew where she lived where the girls. And she knew all too well how they weren't shy of dropping by late at night for a place to crash if their sleeping arrangements had failed to fall through.

"Hey... it's me."

But that wasn't a girl.

Her brows scrunched. Ears flexing upon the familiar boyish voice hiding in the pitch of the man he must have grown into.

Kachan?

"Bakugou?" She questioned. Her own voice barely reaching above a whisper.

"You' seen the news?" He asked shortly. Dismissing her question in favour of cutting right to the chase, though answering it all the same.

Her head buzzing from a number of things as she tried shaking herself out of the surprise of having him at her door. Before answering.

"Uhm- nah- I- uhm- just woke up-" She spoke into the phone before biting her lip in an effort to stop the words from further humiliating her.

She took a breath. Eyes squished closed while telling herself that there were plenty of reasons to sleep all day and wake up at the witching hour other than being a tragic loser who goes nightclubbing on weekdays.

She didn't need this in the midst of a hangover. She thought with an internal groan as she pinched her brow. Continuing to speak after a beat as he didn’t offer her miserable utterance any reply.

"So- uhm- why are you- what do you want?" She posed. Listening to him breathing.

Before gruff breath turned into words.

"Deku's out of prison."

The mention of his name had her wake up.

"He escaped Tartarus..."

She tensed. Gripping the phone a bit tighter. Eyes wide as she waited.

"I just-" The man paused for a moment. "I need to know you're safe."

Her brows scrunched and her eyes narrowed. A dull frown on her lips as she sobered up some more at the bitter taste his words left in her mouth.

Of course.

Good ol' Kachan and his superiority-complex and his inferiority-complex and his hero-complex and all the other bullshit cooped up in his entitled mind that makes him feel he has the right to be at her door in the middle of the night instead of following the proper protocol and alerting the right authority that she might be in potential danger because their shared childhood friend is a murderous maniac and he's just managed a prison-break.

"I know you don't want to see me, but-" He tried again upon the complete silence she offered.

"Ugh-" She sighed with a rust.

Rolling her eyes while pushing the other button beneath the speaker. Beeping him in.

"It's open. Third floor, apartment thirty-five. The elevator's broken. Try not to wake anyone on the way up."

Bakugou listened to her groggy voice feed him the information through the shitty intercom. Before grabbing and pulling the door open.

Finding the stairs. He began climbing each step as silently as his heavy combat boots would allow. Knocking once he reached her number.

She opened on the first meeting of his knuckles on the wood.

Still only wrapped in a towel. She peeked through the gap in the door the metal chain-lock separating them allowed. A chain they both knew he could easily blow through.

"Hey..." He spoke first.

"What makes you think he's coming here?" She jumped straight to it.

"A hunch." He answered. Frustrated with the conversation being held while he was still outside. Though not enough to invite himself in.

"A hunch?" She questioned. Obvious signs of irritation in her tone.

"You went to see him?" He asked. Once again ignoring her in favour of posing his own questions.

Interrogating her like usual.

And despite wanting to tell him that he had nothing to do with her life. Quite like she'd done the past years when he'd only been brazen enough to send text messages.

She paused instead. Looking away with pursed lips.

"He requested. I excepted." She put it simply, but couldn't refrain from biting her lip upon the memory of seeing him on the news.

His once look of childlike-wonder twisted into something crazed and maniacal alongside disturbing bloodied mangled mockeries of the human form.

"I- uhm...” She took another pause. “Needed to see..."

"Did you?" Bakugou asked without much hesitation.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and met his gaze again.

"I did..."

There was a pause.

"You think it's my fault, don't you?" The blonde on the other side of the door suddenly accused.

Though, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to the girl.

She just scoffed. Sighing as she rolled her eyes.

Typical Kachan to make it all about himself.

Throwing her head back. She took a moment before unlocking the door with another sigh. Leaving it open for the ash-blonde to enter.

Taking only a small moment to regret it once noticing the size of him.

He wasn't a meter tall brat on the playground anymore.

She left the door open for him. Turning around after one last glance at how much bigger he was in real life than what he looked on TV.

"I was the one that abandoned him..." She muttered. Surprising the blonde male.

Walking to another room out of his sight as he ducked to fit in through the doorframe.

He heard her opening a drawer then closing it. Before she came back out again in a large white tee nearly reaching farther down her thighs than the short pyjama bottoms she'd slipped on too.

It made him uncomfortable when the thought of it belonging to some guy crossed his mind. Before he got distracted by the notice of her not wearing any bra.

Probably no underwear either. Just a pair of pink bunny-slippers.

"Truth is, Bakugou, he's neither of our responsibility..." She told him absentmindedly. The same thing she'd been telling herself over the several weeks that had passed since she visited him at the prison.

Her hands busy rubbing her hair with the towel she'd thrown over her head.

"There was always something wrong with him-"

"Bakugou, huh?" He interrupted.

"Hm?" She tipped her head at him in askance after having thrown her towel over her bathroom door.

"I don't think I've ever heard you use that name." He said as he stepped out of his large black boots.

Indicating he planned on staying a little while before leaving again.

"We haven't spoken properly in... what?" She calculated. "Like- fifteen years, is it now?"

She seemed to be counting fingers.

"That time outweighs the time we were..." She hesitated. Looking at the tall blonde.

The word friend only barely came to mind. Along with the word bully and jerk and bastard and all other synonyms.

"Whatever..." She decided was a good a word as any.

"Stone cold, as always, aren't yah?" He observed.

"Mh." She murmured. Not offering more of a response. "Water?"

She picked up her glass from earlier. Turning the tap and filling it up.

"Sure." He took her offer and watched her brush passed him to open a shoddy drawer where several pill-tables were stored.

She grabbed one that looked close to empty and pushed two from their pockets. Throwing them in her mouth before following with chugging her glass.

Bakugou watched as she blew her cheeks full with mouthful after mouthful of her drink while swallowing. A quirk playing at the edge of his lips as he watched her fish for another cup for him in the cabinet. His yes glued to the droplet that trickled down her chin and chest and disappeared somewhere in her cleavage. Verifying his thought from before. That she was indeed not wearing any bra.

She didn't notice his stares however. Where she was much too busy trying to calm the slight burn of embarrassment she felt over her mismatched crockery. Handing him one of few glasses that weren't chipped or flaked.

Wanting to curse herself as she couldn't find the courage to even look up at him as he took the cup from her hand.

Feeling his large coarse fingers brush over hers briefly. Almost making her drop it to a shattered mess on the floor.

His smirk grew. Even though he tried suppressing it.

He couldn't help it.

She just looked so cute.

Just like she did back when they were kids.

Despite having some remnants of mascara around her eyes, and a swell of breasts and hips now.

She was still small in those areas he was big.

Small manicured hands and feet with pedicured toes wearing those cute fluffy pink slippers.

Those large doe-eyes and that cute little button-nose.

She looked much smaller up close he noted. When she was standing right next to him. Tiny and so very defenceless.

She really shouldn't be living alone.

She looked up at him after feeling him stare holes into her neck for a while. Feeling observed and suddenly a bit too naked to be standing so casually with a person that was now practically a mere stranger.

But Bakugou didn't seem too catch much of the discomfort she was putting across. Or he did, and was doing an excellent job at ignoring it.

Otherwise distracted with the shiny black slip discarded on the floor.

He lowered himself in a squat and picked the little black party dress up. Inspecting it and it's length. Or rather it’s lack of.

His eyebrows raised in judgement as he gave a flash of that sun-swallowing grin he used to toss at her when he'd find a new bug in the forest before chasing her around with it, barking out how he’d put it in her ear where it could lay its eggs and turn her brain to mush.

It was strange seeing it without the missing teeth, she thought.

"Late night?" He questioned. Teasing her before she managed snatching the article form his grip.

Balling it up between her fists and giving a small pout before deciding to joke a bit too.

"Nah, it's just a tea-towel." She blinked innocently. Before giggling and giving a tiny smile of her own. Her eyes sparkling at him.

And he was suddenly aware of his heart.

"You look good." He let slip.

Couldn't help himself when seeing her dimples pop.

"Yeah?" She smiled. Arching a brow at him in suspicion. Thinking he was having another jab at her. "Well, I feel like shit." She admitted.

Leaning against the sink while messaging her temples. Her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed.

"You should take better care of yourself." He stated.

But apparently it was the wrong thing to say.

Her eyes opened and looked at him unamusingly. Smile gone.

"Charming as ever, I see." She bit out.

"I'm just saying..." He started defending.

His voice set in that strict condescension so many guys feel as though they have the right to talk down to her with.

"Out all night drinking, smoking pot and fuck knows what else, sleeping all day, kitchen close to barren, not to mention your wardrobe-"

"Right." She stopped him. Visibly offended with the flicker of that old fire he'd been burned by so many years ago present like glowing embers in her eyes. "Quit acting like you can decipher my entire lifestyle from one skimpy club-dress on the floor, Sherlock." She snipped.

And he side-eyed the bong she'd left on the couch.

She followed his eyes and felt another pang of embarrassment at the sight of her equipment freshly splayed out from the night before.

"What?" She questioned sharply. Meeting his judgemental stare with a glare of her own.

Red-eyes once so childish and entitled, now so strangely mature.

"You gonna arrest me?"

Whereas she, evidently, still acted like a child.

"You'd be safer." He stated and she sharpened her eyes even harder at him while folding her arms. "But I wasn't planning on it."

"Cool. So how long before you leave?" Her voice had gone sour.

But he only chuckled at her behaviour. Loving the many trips down memory-lane all her little mannerisms where sending him on.

"You runnin' late for somethin'?"

His smirk was back.

And she felt something creep about her stomach that had her guts folding in all those nostalgic ways that told her he was up to no good.

"I thought we were catching up?" He asked. Putting his cup down before resting his palms against the counter as he leaned back on them.

Making no indication he was about to excuse himself.

"Quit acting like we're pals." She finally spit out. Feeling as though he'd long overstayed his welcome. "We were never even chummy to begin with-"

She halted in her building anger. Her brows furrowing.

"How did you even get my address-"

There was a crash to their side and she flinched like a spooked hare.

Her head snapping to the sound of whatever'd been knocked over in the living room.

But more importantly, what exactly had caused it.

Something stood in the shadowed corner of the room. Just behind her bedroom door.

A vase laid shattered on the floor. And a hand, a large hand, drummed strong, seemingly heavy, fingers on the countertop where it had previously stood.

"Oops..."

Another male voice had her gut wrench.

It'd been better if it were a stranger.

But she'd recognise that voice anywhere.

"Sorry to interrupt your reunion." He continued. "But I was feeling left out..."

Mites crawled across her back and she instantly felt her eyes pang with tears. Her throat tight and getting tighter. Leaving room for just one tiny trembling ask to slip her lips in hopes of being wrong.

"Izu?" Her voice bristled.

Frozen solid where she stood. She couldn't look away from those distinct green-glowing eyes floating in the dark.

"Sweetheart." It answered.

He took a step forward and her breath hitched as she shook with big eyes peeled like round saucers ahead at the dark shadow that seemed to triple for every step out of the darkness he took until the moonlight finally met him.

Not a poor snivelling quirkless twerp pushed around in the dirty sandlot anymore.

"Look at you..." He cheered. "So cute. In your little jammies."

She seemed to forget how to breathe the more she looked at him. Instinctively leaning towards the only source of safety.

"Bakugou-" She whispered. The name only barely audible, as far away and nearly lost in all her quivering as it was.

"Need help?" He asked nonchalantly. As though their homicidal childhood-friend hadn't just showed up for a surprise visit. "Thought you'd take a villain over a monster any day?"

Her brows furrowed.

"What-" Her attention turned to him briefly but was distracted by the bigger threat.

Drawn back to the green-haired male once he spoke up again.

"I believe those were the words." He affirmed. But she couldn't quite make her feelings settle enough to form thoughts about it.

Their build had grown threateningly similar, but Deku's voice still contrasted Kachan's. Sweet against gruff. Chilling and eerie against harsh and loud.

"Don't you remember, sweetie?" He continued. "Last time we were all together? When you went on and ruined everything?" Something in his voice altered and snapped accusingly and she flinched with it.

"You said you were done with us." The blond next to her clued in.

But she just couldn't spare the attention to focus on the malice in his voice.

"It made me hate you for so long." The male in front spoke again. "I had to get my hands dirty with other people just to get my mind off you."

He took another step forward.

More of him exposed in the pale moonlight.

Red stains splattered like a map on his white asylum-clothing. Some droplets going along the freckles on his face.

She stirred. Sick climbing up her pipes at the smell of sweet metal tainting the stale apartment air.

The scent of blood belonging to someone who was surely dead.

Green wild fluffy locks bounced as the man tilted his head to the side.

"I was afraid that if I stopped I wouldn't be able to help myself and I'd go hunt you down and rip you limb from limb just like how you tore my heart out."

A tear slipped down her cheek. Hot against her cold skin as she stood there frozen in place.

Breaths erratic. Shattering on intake and pushed out to make space again.

"But don't worry... your little visit had me feeling nostalgic."

She whimpered as another step was taken in her direction.

"Your pretty face on the opposite side of my window... that cute crinkle of worry between your brows... the little tear running down your cheek... your small palm on the glass wall... clutching the phone as you said such sweet little things right at my ear."

She'd been mourning the death of the boy she once knew and how his memory would haunt her for the rest of her life. How she'd abandoned a friend in need. How she'd aided in the creation of this mass-murderous monster who now stood in front of her.

"I was reminded of why I stayed away from you- Why I let myself get caught- Why I needed to protect you from myself and myself from you for a bit until I could forgive you for what you did to me."

"What you did to us." The other male cut in again.

But she wasn't given the time to address it, before another step was taken towards her.

"And my chat with Kachan cleared everything right up again." He said and her brows furrowed once again.

She trembled. Never having felt more unsafe than what she did at that moment. Standing in her own apartment with two lifelong childhood-friends.

"I don't want to kill you-" The intruder laughed.

His eyes wild as they looked down at her where she stared up at him quite like how'd she'd done when she'd gone and visited him on his behest.

Large eyes so wide in prayer at the complete mercy of the stone-cold world her unfortunate brittle quirkless soul was placed in.

"I love you." He stated.

His hands drowned with red as he laid them out flat in front of him, palms facing up.

"I want to love you."

She flinched.

Whole body stirred. Taken by instinct at the alarmingly manic adoration lacing his lovesick speech.

She tried once again latching to the only source of protection she had. Knowing she hadn't a chance of reaching the door in time without Deku reaching her first.

"Bakugou- do something-" She tried again. Thinking that perhaps with the hero tackling the villain, she might have a tiny shot at making it.

"You said you were better off with the villain." The blond replied bitterly. Still leaning with much too much rest and calm against her kitchen counter. Showing not a shred of worry. Almost as though ignoring the threat.

"Are you really picking right now to teach me a lesson!?" She tried scolding, but was unable to shed that sweet whimper caught in her voice.

"I want an apology." He said coldly. As though they had all the time in the world.

"Fine, I'm sorry." She bit out hastily. Her heart hammering to the point she almost couldn't feel anything else but the bleeding pumping pounding in her ears. Drumming in her fingertips. Strumming the ribs in her chest.

"That's not very convincing." He replied. Still seemingly completely detached from the trepidation she felt.

And she thought that it might have been because he, in all his cocky rights, had the situation under control enough to tease her a bit before saving the day like always.

But then Deku took yet another step and she lost it.

"Bakugou, please! I'm sorry! I was wrong, you are the next Almight!" She screeched. Turning to him with her misty eyes, despite her knees feeling like jelly.

"So you do remember?" He answered. Raising an eyebrow as he beheld her without much haste. "Not a complete braindead bimbo yet, huh?"

Mocking phrases repelled off her with ease after so many years living as a lesser human in others eyes.

She'd grown quite accustomed to begging when she had to.

Bowing her head, she laid her hands flat against the muscle of his crossed arms. Also because she was sure her knees would soon fail her completely.

"Yes! I'm sorry! You're better than Almight!" She started crying. "So please, help me!"

"Tch- that's a good enough apology to me." He grumbled.

A silent and toothless smirk crept up his face from where it'd laid playing in the corner of his mouth as he watched her cling to him for help and safety.

His hand groped the back of her head. Petting her locks for a moment. Before stopping with his next utterance.

"Now, Deku's turn."

She looked up front burying her face against his chest.

Tears on his shirt and spread on her cheeks. A puzzled crinkle between her brows, set above a pair of two dopey eyes misunderstanding what was happening around her.

"What?" She voiced weakly. "What's-"

"Aw, Quirkless, you never were too bright." Bakugou laughed. Scraping her cheek with his worn thumb as she still looked up at him with such pitifully confused eyes.

He took a second and looked to the other man. His smirk growing wider, to a sick point she could hardly even recognise him anymore.

"Who do you think helped him escape?"

A stillness befell her. As though everything took a moment to hold their breath. Before releasing a deeply unsettling shudder down her spine.

Suddenly she was struck with the dreadful feeling of being entirely alone.

"N- no-"

She shook her head as though glitching. Stumbling back.

But there was already someone there.

"How cute..." He commented.

His disturbing voice blowing right at her ear. Making her whip around to face him.

His bloodied hand wafting delicately over her cheek before she could push herself away from between the two of them.

Staggering away. With her heart in her mouth and her eyes round like a deer in headlights as she stared at the duo before her.

Equally tall, they stood like toppling towers.

"You're so small now..." Deku spoke with his head tilted at her. "Isn't she, Kachan?"

"Very." The blonde agreed. "Soft too, I bet."

Their eyes impossibly dark. Full of something... something that she just couldn't understand.

"Mmh, and warm..." Deku added. His emerald eyes jaded and drunken.

His hand reached out.

But her hand reached out too. Quick and desperate as she pulled a knife out of the knife-block standing on the kitchen-counter, slicing a minor cut on the fingers protruding towards her.

"Stay the fuck away!" She screeched. Putting both hands together to point the knife at the pair in front.

Deku watched his blood drip to the floor. Cracking a smile that was anything but sane.

"Still feisty though-" Bakugou commented. Watching her stand on knees so shaky she was only barely able to support the bloodied blade kept in her grip. "That's good."

Deku looked to her again. Pupils blown black with only a rim left of luminescent green.

Raising his hand towards his lips, he put his finger in his mouth. Sucking the cut along with whomever else's blood he had staining his hands.

"I wouldn't want it any other way.”

She grimaced.

"But, I do want my apology before we get started on the reunion." He added. Though, paused for another moment. "But... even before that-"

He looked down at himself. His hands smearing the still wet blots of blood further across his chest.

Clicking his tongue.

"I ought to do something with all this blood. It wouldn't feel right to stain you."

He gave her a quick look before turning to Bakugou.

"I'm going to go wash up. Grab her for me, Kachan?"

The man gave a grin back.

"Sure thing, Deku." He replied.

Already taking steps towards her while Deku disappeared into the bathroom.

"Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled.

Conjoined hands swishing the knife around in front of her. Not aiming at anything particular but the empty space of air separating her and the approaching ash-blonde.

Desperately trying to keep the distance.

"Careful." He commented while raising his hands and lowering himself with bent knees as he slowly stalked forward. "You might hurt yourself on that."

She sniffled and shivered.

"Why are you doing this?"

More hot tears streamed down her pitiful cheeks while her breathing just turned more and more erratic.

"Why?" He posed in return with a scoff. As though the question itself was stupid. "I miss you, Quirkless."

She swallowed. That same look of that eerie something growing in his eyes. The same look she'd spotted in Deku when she'd gone to visit him.

A spark of some sorts. Powder and fuse teased by friction. Just waiting to blow.

"You don't call." He criticised. "You don't write."

His voice rose. Eyes never once leaving her as he backed her up into the narrow space of the kitchen nook.

"You don't reach out at all!"

She flinched when he put his balled-up fist down hard on the counter. The punch making the drying utensils by the sink clatter as though they as well jumped with fear and huddled closer for comfort.

"You still haven't unblocked me and yet you go selling yourself to dickweeds on the street." He snarled and she almost lost hold of the knife with how much his menacing glare made her tremble.

There was a pause and another step, and his features softened to something else.

"If it's money you want, I have it." He offered. A somewhat hopeful look on his face. "I would've given you the world, if you'd just-"

He stopped himself again. Looking to Deku's blood on the floor and on the knife pointed at him.

"It's kinda fucked to admit but..." He started a new, the prior thought discarded.

Finding her eyes again.

"I dream of you- I see you everywhere I go- and I hear you-" He rambled. "Our last conversation..."

She gasped once her back hit the wall behind her. Leaning against it like it was the only thing able to hold her up as her knees grew more and more unsteady while the man in front drew closer.

"I want you to yell at me like that again." He confessed in a heated whisper. "It's my inspiration."

His eyes turned glossy as he spoke.

"I've been looking forward to this, you know?" He continued. "When I would finally confront you and show you how wrong you were."

He growled and she whimpered.

"You're insane." She cried weakly. Never having seen him like it.

"Oh yeah?" He smiled. His head cocking to the side as he beheld her with crazed eyes. "Who made me this way?"

She was about to lounge at him and take her only chances, but by that time Deku had finished up in the bathroom.

Standing just to the side in only the plush white sweatpants he'd arrived in. Bloodied asylum jumper discarded. Shirtless, now just intimidating scars on a ripped torso.

"Oh dear, we wouldn't want her hurting herself on that." He commented. Eyeing the knife still held in her hand. "Maybe it's better I take care of this, Kachan."

He didn't wait for a reply. Sending out unstable static tentacles of what looked like black tar as it leaped towards her with a speed she couldn't hope to match before it had tightly secured in a snug grip. Lifting her up off the floor and carrying her back to their master.

"No- Let go-" She protested as the knife was pulled from her grip and left her unarmed and tied with no chance of even throwing a measly little punch anymore.

"Don't fuss, little one... I want to hear my apology now." Deku lulled as he sat himself down in the couch, throwing his legs up on the seat.

Other vines not busy holding her steady making to lift the junk placed on the cushions away for Bakugou to follow and sit down next to him. Pulling her little bound shape onto his own lap to sit between his thighs and lie against his chest.

"Fuck you-" She cried. Desperately wiggling in attempt to free herself.

His hand ascending to hold your face to force her to look back at him as she tried twisting away.

"Don't be greedy..." He scolded. "We'll get to that... but my apology first."

A shudder ran down her spine upon his words. Brows trembling as she looked deep into his black pools ringed by green. Trying to spot any answers outside the one she knew already with the weight of his other hand squeezing her ass as he held her on his lap.

"I already got mine." Bakugou chimed in. His red eyes drowsy where he stood looking down her body. "So I'mma go on and start-"

He climbed up on the seat next to them. His knees sinking into the couch-cushion.

Then his rough and tough hands rubbing up the flesh of her thighs. He grabbed onto the cotton band of her short-shorts started to pull.

She yelped. Kicking at him. Struggling where she lied tight against Izuku's chest where he had his arms wrapped snug around her waist, resting his chin in the nook of her neck. His eyes endeared and amused while looking down at where Bakugou got kicked in the face by her flailing foot.

The blond groaned and rubbed his nose before grabbing her ankles with a growl.

"She's a fighter just like back in the day-" He commented with a sharp grin. Eyes wild.

"Aw... up against the number one hero and number one villain and you'll still try your chances?" Deku crooned. "You're so adorable."

An overwhelming wave of cries struck her with his words whispered against her ear. Stuck in his embrace with Kachan's face prying her thighs apart. His mouth puffing out warm breaths onto her naked unprotected sex.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry..." Deku murmured with a kiss on her cheek.

But his coos only made her cry harder.

And soon his tongue swiped up her cheek. Thick and warm and wet. Licking the salt up from her tear-soaked skin.

Katsuki's lips on her inner thigh. His scruff on her delicate skin, riding up to reach her cunt.

And suddenly there was too many tongues.

"No- stop-" She whined.

"Where's my apology?" Deku interrupted with yet another kiss against her cheek. Pulling her focus back to him.

She whimpered and shook in his brawny arms. So far away from their twig-like state back when they were kids. When she'd have to pull him along and help him catch up.

When she'd have to save him from Katsuki.

The man who currently sat on his knees with his head bowed between her thighs.

Deku kissed the corner of her mouth and Bakugou kissed her cunt and she shook her head with eyes pried shut until she burst.

"I'm sorry! Make him stop! Make him stop-"

"Sorry for what?" Deku ignored with a soft voice.

"For leaving!" She wailed.

Desperately trying to shuffle away from the wet attack the blond in front was waging between her legs.

"I shouldn't have-" She sobbed. "That was wrong of me- I'm sorry! Please make him stop!"

"Good. Forgiven." He said and smiled.

And Bakugou stopped.

"No need to dwell on the past when we have the present." Deku continued, simpering at Bakugou. "Right?"

Bakugou gave a wicked grin in return.

"You've never been wrong, Deku."

The man holding her down started moving at that. His arms lifting from their state of squeezing her waist to grabbing the hem of her loose T-shirt. Beginning to pull it off her.

She tried taking the opportunity to throw herself off the couch. But, didn't have a chance against the two men that quickly had her under reigns. Keeping her down, now fully nude.

"Mmh..." Deku took a tit in his warm palm and rubbed a nipple as she whined out another overwhelmed sob. "Now let's get started, shall we?"

Bakugou pulled back a hand from keeping her thighs apart. Producing his middle finger.

He tickled her opening and she jolted with another whimper.

"N-no-"

The blond ignored her. Forcing his finger inside.

She tensed and Deku sighed out a relaxed and comfortable murmur.

"It's been such a long time since we cuddled on a sleepover." He hummed with a soft smile. "But I won't give you any false hope." He began warning. "There won't be much time left for sleeping."

Bakugou jeered with a knifelike smirk carving his face. His red eyes set on her cute cunt squeezing around his knuckles.

"No- stop, please-" She stuttered. Trying to twist her way out of Deku's hug and away from the hand burying itself between her legs.

"Oh, come on..." Bakugou drawled cruelly.

His other hand having found her face. Squishing it with fingers digging into the plush of her bloated cheeks.

"Don't act like this isn't just another Tuesday for you."

Her lips quivered in his grasp. His face an inch away from hers. His breaths hot then cold on her teary skin.

"I've seen yah... in the club. Tossing your hair and giggling as you let shitheads grind on you." He whispered darkly.

His harsh eyes boring through her. Quite alike the finger he'd wormed inside her.

"Will you calm down if I stick a tip between you tits?"

His cruelty made her heart clench and she answered by kicking at him again. Her knee jolting and jabbing him in the groin, making him buckle over with a groan.

"Get off-" She growled.

But the uproar was swiftly stopped.

Bakugou's grip on her jaw tightened and she squeaked.

"Kick me again and I'll break your leg." He sneered in warning. Wild eyes looking manic with rage.

"Oh, Kachan, don't be so rough with her." The other male interjected. "You're scaring the poor thing." He mocked.

His tongue gliding up her throat as he gave a low chuckle.

"She's all goose-fleshed because of you." He accused. Kissing at her neck while she whined in disgust.

"What goes around comes back around." He stated. Stark red eyes glaring down at her and her tear-stained little face as he pumped his spit in and out of her cunt with his thick finger. Before squeezing another digit in along the first one.

Further stretching her out with a pained whine escaping her lips.

"This punishment is long overdue..."

His cruel words and cruel eyes and cruel touches all making her sniffle. Chest quaking.

"Don't listen to him." Deku cooed.

Nuzzling into her from behind. Squeezing her little body closer to his chest. His large hands fully cupping her breasts whilst rubbing his cheek against hers and whispering at the gloss of her teary lips.

"I'm sure if you relax for us, this'll feel more like us expressing gratitude over your gracious hospitality than any long grudge we're finally avenging."

Bakugou curled his digits and sent her further jolting once pushing his thumb down on her budding clit.

"Tch-" He scoffed out a cruelly amused laugh. "Afraid or nah..."

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across the bead beneath it and she couldn't stop the impulsive buck of her hips as she mewled beneath the man.

"She's dripping ready to take cock."

Swivel-eyes. Her heart skipped a beat before she could shake her head dramatically. Trying to wind her thighs shut.

Where in the new flurry of panic she begged the green-haired villain who she swore had the kindest of hearts only a few years ago.

"No- please, Izu- stop him, please- don't do this to me-" She sobbed.

But he didn't answer.

"What're you begging him for? Huh?" Bakugou growled.

Her chin kept between his coarse fingertips.

"He's just waiting his turn."

He glanced to Deku before his harsh gaze once again zeroed in on her and her hopeless glossy doe-eyes.

"Beg me instead." He demanded. "It's been so long since I've seen this little squishy face beg."

His eyes kept flickering to her lips and how they blubbered with tears. Looking so plush and plump and biteable. Licking his own lips, tasting her from before. Until he finally, with such surging intensity, locked onto her.

She squealed out a mumbled whine into him. Bakugou's stiff lips forcing themselves onto hers harshly. His tongue in her mouth.

"Please, Bakugou-" She tried once allowed air again, as the man moved to kiss her neck on the opposite side of where Deku was marking her up with love-bites.

"Nah, that's not what you call me." He answered. His voice gruff and lustful.

His fingers finally removing themselves from her hole. Beginning to pull loose his belt-buckle. Fighting with the button to his slacks and the zipper.

"Where's my pet-name, huh?" He requested. His other hand messaging the fat of her thigh as the other kept working to free himself.

His face buried in her neck. His hot breaths smeared on her skin along with small nibbling bites and suction.

His cock-head warm as she felt it bob upon her wet pussy.

"Please- Kachan- please don't..."

Bakugou was never one to listen to begging. She thought before blanking.

Coming to her senses with the rough bark of his voice again.

"Look at yah-" He laughed. "In the lap of a villain, getting fucked dumb by a monster!" He sneered into her tear-slicked face blinking softly up at him.

Showing her no ounce of mercy as he snapped his hips against her harsh and fast. Cock hard and seeking, blood-pumping and twitching for attention inside her.

His red eyes bloody and wide like a savage as he keenly watched out for her pained expressions and that pretty little choked moan that followed forced from her when he thrusted against her poor cervix again and again and again.

"Like a scene straight out’a hentai!" He snickered. "Guess that really does make you nothing but a dumb little bitch."

His face leaving no space between them. Pushed against hers. Forehead to forehead. Nose rubbing nose. Lips ghosting each other every time he rocked forward. Had himself sucking up all her sounds and her eating all his fucked-up and cruel words.

"Our little fuck-toy we finally learned how to share." He laughed again.

"Play nice, Kachan." Deku scolded and she was reminded of his presence again where he sat, still cradling her from behind.

Holding her close as though for support and comfort as the brute on top took and did what he wanted.

"She's too cute to be called such vile things..." He disagreed with another sickening kiss to her cheek. "If we're bad guys, wouldn't that make her our sweet little victim?"

Bakugou scoffed.

"She ain't no victim." He said and fucked harder. Enjoying how her eyes where soft as they continued to droop and blink and cross as though he'd fucked her into a state of complete submission. "She's getting what she deserves. What she fucking needs."

Deku made a noise as though thinking.

"Instead of fuck-toy, how about pet instead?"

Bakugou scoffed again, though this time with a laugh.

"Heh, yeah-" He agreed. "She does sound like a little kitten, moaning for me like that..."

Her hands had gone numb from their position of being bent behind her back. Still wrapped in Deku’s black whips.

The fight seemed to have drained from her. Her thoughts of escape diminished as though blanketed the more she was squeezed and sandwiched between the two muscled males.

Only the thought of holding out until they finished with her was left in her numbing head.

Along with the disgusting feeling of pleasure that tickled her lower stomach and seemed to fizzle with excitement in her thighs beneath where Bakugou’s strong hands had her spread wide for him.

"We should get her a pretty leash and collar." One of them said. But, their voices had more or less molded together. "Give her treats when she's been good and punish her when she's been bad."

"She's been bad a'right." The other replied and soon turned out was Bakugou.

His hand having dropped the fat of her thigh and gripped her face again. His fingers digging deep into the fat of her tear-soaked and stinging cheeks.

"Say it, pet. Say you're a bad girl." He spit and she hadn’t the will to spit back.

"I'm a bad girl."

It came out sweetly and softly, like it was someone completely different and not her.

But it was her all the same. Whilst she clenched tightly around the thing taking up space inside her.

"Mh fuck- say you're sorry." He groaned out. His head resting in the nook of her neck. His breath blowing on the wetness of her throat where her tears where beginning to dry.

"I'm sorry..."

Bakugou blew his load and his kisses turned sloppy against her neck and chest.

Panting with his entire body. Collapsed on her.

His sweat mingling with hers. Droplets dripping and running down their limbs as though chasing each other.

He pulled off her after a while. Still panting as he threw himself back against the other side of the sofa.

She heard Deku give a curt chuckle against her ear. And then the feeling of something stiff poking her back.

She was then easily lifted and sent into the other man's chest.

Now on her knees. With her face resting atop Bakugou's warm beating heart.

Feeling the man behind her shuffle forward. Not seeing him pull down his sweats, until the tops of his thighs hit the back of hers. And then the feeling of something large drag itself up between her already pummelled and prickly pussy-lips.

Bakugou's hot cum running down her thigh, as Deku's cock-head kissed her opening. Bathing in the slick.

And he didn't waste much time. Seeing she was already prepped and all. Hands held on her hips. He just started pushing.

"Ah- fuck-" She hissed. Her small hands grabbing and bawling up the fabric of Bakugou's shirt. "Please stop- please- break-"

"Aww, you wanna a break?" The man beneath simpered.

His chest fluttering at how she was clutching onto him. Her head pressed and hugging his pecks as she was rocked forward by Deku making himself comfortable with her from the back.

"Hah- can't handle nothing but rich pricks with their twig dicks?" He snickered, but the spite from before had disappeared. Now only sweetly condescending and strangely soothing.

A hand ascending from resting on the couch cushion to stroking the slick tresses of hair sticking to her cheek out away from her face, before continuing to pet smoothly over her head.

"Not used to being fucked by real men?" He continued.

And it was strange how he could talk down to her with such stone-cold callous words in that soft tone and treat her so gently while still doing something so ugly.

"Better get used to it.” The blonde continued in a murmur. Whispering to her as he caressed her to his chest. “You ain't ever fuckin' anyone else ever again."

The male behind gave a short chuckle as he bottomed-out deep inside what felt like having reached through to her throat.

"You make it sound like we're gonna kill her, Kachan." Deku chastised.

His hands gliding up her torso softly. Large hands holding her so steadily, squeezing her reassuringly.

"Don't worry, sweetie.” He purred. “No one's gonna hurt you anymore. We're here to keep you safe."

She twitched against Bakugou’s chest. The cock inside feeling as though pushed through her ribs as it pumped its load deep inside her womb.

Hot in her stomach before slumping out of her with a spew of mixed cum squelching from her hole as Deku pulled out.

Her small hands detaching from the shirt she’d been balling in her fists and she made to relax in a collapsed mess between the two. Feeling Deku rest his heavy chest down on her back.

All their heads in a cluster against the coach cushion.

Knocked from her senses in the emotional turmoil. She was exhausted and only a slip away form falling asleep.

Before a voice breached the restful peace of cohesive breaths calming down.

"You ready for round three, sweetie?"

Something twisted in her stomach where the words settled.

"It’s not a reunion without a double-d.”

"No-" She gave a sound of protest. Already panicked where weak hands laid down flat on the hard chest they had rested against. Beginning to lift despite being out of energy.

"Sh-sh-sh" Deku fussed. Collecting her brittle little arms into a neat cross behind her back. Keeping her in a bow.

"No- please, Izu. Kachan, please-" She pleaded, though it all stuck in her throat once Deku pushed through her sore walls yet again. The sound turning into a blubbered out wet moan instead, where half a cry laid hidden as she was too spent to produce such a thing as a wail.

"Shh Quirkless, calm down..." Bakugou joined in, halfheartedly cooing her. Whilst pushing in along Deku.

“Ah-” She gasped and hissed as they split her apart. Kept bent over in the perfect position for them to bottom-out together.

"Aw fuck-“ Bakugou moaned and tears spilled from her eyes and soaked his shirt. “This is how you properly apologise."

One was thicker. The other hit deeper.

And she couldn’t stop her cunt from sucking on the both of them each time they dragged through her walls with such overwhelming stimulating friction on their way to kiss her cervix deeply, filling her completely.

"We love you."

TIP-JAR

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mysticmellowlove · 2 years ago

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a/n; i'm feeling like this is going to be another short one but i have got to get that damn write up done, thing's due this sunday. work never stops i tell you. as a side note welcome to our third reoccurring character!

warnings; sub male, sub yandere, yandere behaviour, dom reader, gn reader, choking, dub con

word count; 504

Blood trailed down your nose as you pulled back from the male in front of you, victorious. He squirmed in a little in place, his body twisting as he tried to throw you off of him. You only pressed down harder on him in response.

You had seen him around in the halls, always with his head in some sort of book. It was only yesterday that you realised what he was doing. Paragraphs upon paragraphs were written about you in the book he always had on him.

Paragraphs about what you liked, how you were going in your classes, how he imaged finally being with you would feel like. A frown pulled onto your face as you looked disdainfully down at him.

Even now as he was trying to get out there was a blissful look in his eyes, a flush on his cheeks, heavy breaths coming from his mouth. Was this what he had planned when he bumped into you yesterday, when you got to see what he was writing? Had he orchestrated some wild scheme to get you to notice him?

By this point it didn't matter there was something inside you that wanted to make him hurt. You didn't know how long he had been doing what he was doing but... it didn't matter.

In a motion that he wouldn't be able to combat you wrapped your hands around his neck, lightly at first as you felt his pulse under your fingers. His eyes widened and his own hands wrapped around your own but he wasn't trying to push you away. Instead a sickening grin crossed his expression as his hands applied pressure to yours.

"Hah... do it, take what you want from me. Take my very life! If I die by your hands then I'll be with you forever!" His voice was hushed though his laughter was audible as he tried to push your hands into his neck. Gritting your teeth you bared down on him, pushing his head into the ground as your hands tightened.

A drawn out whine left his mouth as breathy giggles followed, his nails digging into your skin. Your eyes slid shut as you felt power rush through you, this boy beneath you was letting you do whatever you wanted to him. It was exfiltrating, this feeling of ownership.

As his voice tapered into wheezing you released your hold on him, allowing him to take gulping breaths in. Before he could fully recover though you slid down his body a little and wrapped your hands around him again. Using the leverage you had you drew his body upwards into a sit.

A dopey grin greeted you as you looked at the pathetic thing.

"If that's what you want then give into me. All of you." Your voice was low, danger lingering in your words. As you let him steal a breath again he surged forwards and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Of course, anything for you."

#sub male #sub yandere #dom reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #drabble

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angelamajiki · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

#yandere fatgum x reader #yandere fatgum #fatgum x reader #fatgum #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years ago

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i absolutely LOVE your writing and needed to share.

i’ve been listening to ‘the haunting’ by set it off and good lord is it giving brian vibes. just the idea of him slamming shit while holding reader’s throat saying ‘no one will love you like i did’ and being a jealous ass is oddly hot? strangely? is that anything?

as a formal request i guess it would be brian/hoodie with reader that’s upset you’re not as attached as he is, or obsessive brian?

i love love LOVE your style btw!!! it’s so fluid and well written

Open Flame

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: BIG TW, abusive, dark content/yandere?, choking, there is no SA in here but it is physically abusive. MINORS DNI]

[AN: hey love bug, thank you so so much! Makes my day <3 you caught me in a decent mood for something outside of hcs. Here's a little,,, scenario thing? For you. It might not,,, be the direction you want but it does have,,, elements of what you asked for.

If anyone acts like this to you in real life, GET OUT. This is abusive and wrong.]

His hand is so tight around your throat, the feeling of thinly veiled warmth covered by a leather glove is searing into your flesh as his hazel eyes bore into you with a deep hatred, you might mistake it for love. "Brian," you choke out, eyes rolling up slightly as he squeezes you like you hardly matter to him.

His boots are crunching over broken glass as he walks you back to the wall, shoving and pushing at your growing limp body. His chest is barely heaving, like he wants to pant but won't. "How dare you?" He asks in a steely tone, seconds from slamming you to the back of the wall.

The scent of vanilla and roses float in the air. They're a cruel reminder of a relationship that could have been with someone gentle and sweet, someone who doesn't question you being out of their sight for more than hour. They were so kind and the butterflies that they made take flight in your stomach were beautiful with gossamer wings. There's candles burning in the windowsill, and you pray Brian hasn't seen them as you know he'd burn the house down with them.

You sputter as he releases the grip on your throat just a bit to let you pathetically argue your case. "We b-broke up years ago!" You cry out as crystalline tears fall down from your puffy eyes. You choke again, coughing and hacking as he steals the breath from your lungs by hitting you hard against the wall. You swear you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull as he shakes you wildly.

His brows furrow and his face contorts to straight rage. His lips are pulled downwards into a scowl. "What on God's green fuckin' earth are you talking about?" He spits as his taller form looms over you. He looks different than the sweet, sunshiny boy you fell in love with in college. He's bigger now, sports a lot more facial hair, the circles under his eyes are decidedly dark, and there's little scars decorating his face, his neck, that must tell a plethora of stories you don't really care to sit down and listen to. "You really want to tell me you went outside of our relationship like that?" He scoffs loudly and looks around the room he's trashed.

The meal you were making for your date is burning in the oven. Glass shattered, the smell of wine soaking the hardwood floors, a higher end brand of perfume and cologne tossed haphazardly to mix with the trash and trace of that person destroyed. Hell, he's put his fists through your wall a few times and he's still gripping onto you like you're going to evaporate into thin air if he isn't there to hold you.

Brian laughs coldly, and you almost feel sick to your stomach to refer to him as such. This is a demon wearing Brian's face, you're sure of it. Your Brian would have never treated you this way. Your Brian accepted your breakup with grace despite his heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. "No, no," he shakes his head before letting go of your throat, watching as you tumble down to the floor and let your knees crash on broken glass.

The feeling of sliced, broken flesh doesn't even register in your head as you attempt in vain to steal back the air he'd taken from you before you screech. "Let me go!" You scream, clawing like a caged, wild animal at his covered forearm. Your scalp is burning in pain as he grabs at your hair and tugs hard, almost like he's trying to take it directly from the root. You briefly catch his gaze and in it, see the flicker of a candle.

'Fuck!' You think as kick at him and use all the strength you can possibly muster to free yourself from his grasp.

Brian isn't giving you the time of day. He roughly hauls you up to your bed and works on tying you up, arms connected to the bedpost but not bothering with your legs. He feels your eyes on him as you thrash about, and almost revels in the way that you panic upon seeing him root around in his pockets for a lighter. He flicks it open, and while that light springs to life, your eyes are almost devoid of it.

He brings the lighter close to the bed, close to you, before you open your mouth once more.

"I'm sorry!" You sob brokenly, still moving away from the open flame but too tired and feeling your body break to fight him. "I'm so sorry."

He doesn't cap the flame but stares at you a moment or so too long. "Do you even know what those words mean?"

#tw #trigger warning #minors dni #hoodie x reader #hoodie headcanons #creepypasta x reader #brian thomas x reader

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Meeting in the Middle

Pairing: Sakusa x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Misogyny, Controlling Behavior, Degradation, Non-Con/Rape, Spanking

Summary: Sakusa shows you that he’s more than capable of meeting you in the middle and listening to you for a change. But be careful of what you ask for.

A/N: This is for the Poly Wives Angst Collab~ RIP us and our never ending collabs we create for ourselves.

If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be dating one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors, a professional athlete fawned over by media and fans nation-wide, the epitome of the strong and silent type, you would have laughed in their faces. What is this? Some silly fairytale? The childish checklist of “things I want in a boyfriend” you’d written in middle school?

But life has a funny way of working and you find yourself in an obnoxiously lavish and rowdy nightclub, made only more crazy by the surprising appearance of some VIPs.

It seems like volleyball has somehow become Japan’s national sport overnight and although you aren’t necessarily the biggest follower of anything remotely athletic, even you know exactly who the rambunctious trio catching everyone’s eyes are.

You can’t deny there’s more than just a bit of appeal in the way their button up shirts cling to toned muscles, but you’ve never been one for crowds and you stray to the emptier corners of the establishment to avoid being swept by the crowd of excited fans. But when Atsumu cheesily winks and flirts as he signs scandalously bared skin of female fans, you mockingly gag, only to whirl in embarrassment when you hear an amused snort from behind you.

“Not a fan of Miya Atsumu?”

Staring wide-eyed and slack jawed when someone asks you a question is very rude and you want to answer. But you don’t trust yourself with basic human speech when Sakusa Kiyoomi is staring at you expectantly. So you shake your head side to side instead, heat rising to your face at the small upward curve of his lips.

“Neither am I.”

Atsumu never lets the two of you live down how he’s the one who technically brought you together, even if it was at the cost of his pride. (You chuckle when you remember his loud squawking when Sakusa recounts the dialogue exchanged at your first meeting.) But even months later, even after Sakusa has officially introduced you to the rest of the MSBY team, even after they’ve accepted you as part of their cozy and rowdy family, you can’t stop feeling impostor syndrome.

Dating Sakusa still feels unreal and you can’t help but feel like you’re living someone else’s life, stuck in a rose-tinted dream, playing dress-up and make believe as you parade around in clothing far more luxurious than you’re used to, whisked around on your lover’s strong arm as you follow him around the world from match to match. And as lovely as it is, you long to truly make this relationship your own, to feel the rawness and grittiness of love and life, to experience the charm and comfort of being true to yourself and knowing Sakusa loves you just as you are.

But your desire to be with him, to call him your own trumps your own wishes and you find yourself quickly backing down everytime you suggest something that he’s quick to turn down, desperate to appease and please him even at the price of your own desires.

He’s never outrightly rude about his preferences, never raises his voice. But somehow that makes the judgement and disdain in his dark eyes that much more apparent. You remember a rough day of work you had, the relief you had felt about being able to swiftly swap your constrictive work apparel for a pair of worn-in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Your outfit would certainly not win any fashion awards, but you blissfully sigh at how comfortable you are as you call a local pizza shop, ordering delivery self-indulgently.

You could feel yourself becoming one with the couch you’re lounging on, the television playing in the background. But even in the hazy in-between of sleep and alertness, your eyes snap open when the door opens and you lazily smile as your boyfriend enters your shared apartment, returning from another grueling practice.

“You look like you’ve had better days.”

Your smile slips, anxiety flooding through you as you self-consciously curl in on yourself while his lips purse, eyes scrutinizing your sloppy appearance.

“Umm, yeah...tough day at work-”

“Maybe you should freshen up with me. You might feel better in a...real outfit.”

You know better than to think that it’s really a suggestion, cursing yourself, humiliation coursing through you when you think of how foolish you were to get so comfortable so quickly. You’ve seen the caliber of the women who lust over your boyfriend unabashedly despite his long-time relationship with you. You need to try harder. You need to be better.

Self-deprecation rips you to shreds as you painstakingly groom yourself, donning a dress you know Sakusa loves, applying a full face of makeup and a spritz of his favorite scent. And despite how exhausted you are, how much you’d rather be slumped on the couch, gorging on a slice of pizza, it’s all worth it when you see the appreciative look in his gaze as his eyes rake over your figure.

But worry gnaws at you once more as the doorbell rings and his eyebrow raises questioningly at the interruption. It’s a painful walk of shame as you plaster on a fake smile, tipping the delivery boy, the usually tantalizing smell of cheese and grease only making you nauseous as you bring the box to the dining table.

“What is that?”

“Dinner…”

Your voice trails off and you feel so small, so pathetic as Sakusa’s face borders disgust as he observes the offensive item.

“You didn’t cook?”

The disappointment in his voice has you spewing excuses and apologies, your heart shattering when he merely waves off your ramble, telling you he’d order a salad from elsewhere and to enjoy your meal.

You never order pizza again and a steaming hot plate of freshly cooked food is always waiting for Sakusa when he returns home while you patiently wait for him with a painted face and impeccable outfits.

Your friends and family tell you how grateful you should be, how envious they are as they oggle your latest high-end designer pieces, cooing over how picture perfect the two of you always are, staring wide-eyed at your gorgeous home, not a speck of dust or object out of place. Who would have thought that you would be the epitome of the ideal housewife in such a short time?

Yes, you wonder. Who would have thought? Certainly not you.

If only they knew how deep down the deception goes, how lost you are in this pretend world you’re stuck in. And your heart twists and turns when your friends share about the little and big spats that happen behind closed doors, giggling and sighing in an understanding you’re not part of when they playfully complain about how much work love is.

But it’s always worth it in the end because the good always outweighs the bad if you’ve found the right person (not to mention the makeup sex is a bonus). Or so they say, but you wouldn’t know what any of that feels like. Sakusa doesn’t leave room for any arguments, any disagreements, any hint of anything less than a perfect relationship.

Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you feel like you’re in a cheesy porno, dressed in the prettiest white slip dress decorated with dainty lace and a string of pearls around your neck. You feel like a doll as you’re positioned on the bed, eyes demurely looking down, letting Sakusa do as he pleases while he guides you, calloused hands roaming over your skin. You’re sure he means for it to be pleasurable and intimate, and you can’t deny that he knows your most sensitive areas, shuddering when he grazes over your hardening nipples. But there’s a coldness to his movements, a calculating aspect in the way he examines you, dark eyes scrutinizing every inch of you as if they’re looking for a blemish, a reason to lecture you on not taking care of yourself.

Yet as predictable and standoffish as he is, he does know how to pleasure you and you writhe underneath him, moaning, lower lips dripping in your own arousal. But you whimper when he growls at you to stop moaning so loudly, to stop acting like a slut.

“I’m dating a lady, not a whore.”

The words cut you, pain and emptiness mixing with the rising pleasure, muddling into a confusing and overwhelming mess insides of you. You don’t trust yourself to speak, hot tears pricking at your eyes, unsure whether a moan or harsh words would slip past your lips. But you know that neither will work in your favor, so like always, you hold your tongue, doing whatever you can to keep your lover happy. You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the tightening knot inside of you, submitting to the waves of pleasure that crash over you as you cum, fingers tangling in the rumpled sheets, back arching in ecstasy.

Only when Sakusa is asleep, his back turned to you, the two of you cleaned and freshened up, do you let your tears stream down your face, feeling more alone than ever in your shared bed.

You hold out longer than you should, much longer than you should, in the hopes that things will improve, that Sakusa will loosen up, reveal his true self to you, let you reveal your true self to him. It’s just early dating jitters, early relationship issues. Things will get better.

Except it’s months later and things aren’t better. If anything, they’re worse and you can feel the weight of his expectations and the stress of perpetually living by a prewritten script crushing you.

It’s time to put an end to this charade.

It’s just another uneventful night and you idly stare up at the ceiling as you wait for Sakusa to join you in bed. Your heart is racing, throat feeling dry and choked up as he slips under the covers. You’re terrified, of Sakusa’s reaction, of ending everything, of starting from scratch. But you know it’s the right decision and when he finally settles in beside you, you begin to speak.

There’s only the sound of your trembling voice as you quietly tell him how you’ve felt all along, how everything has felt so prim, proper, fake, how everyday just feels like another session of rehearsing your lines, making sure you meet whatever standard he’s set for you. You want passion, real love, fights, laughter. You just want to be yourself. You just want to be with someone who loves you exactly the way you are.

“Kiyoomi, maybe we should break up. I don’t think we’re right for each other. I don’t think I’m what you want. I don’t think I’ll ever be what you want.”

“You’re right. Despite how much time, work, money, and patience I’ve spent to better you, you haven’t changed at all.”

You’re left reeling from the matter of fact harshness of his words, the slight exasperation in his tone, as if this is all your fault, as if you’re just a bothersome misbehaving pet.

“Prim and proper? Passion? Fights? So you’re tired of manners? Tired of being a respectable woman? You just want to fight and fuck like animals?”

You open your mouth to protest, anger licking at the open wounds his verbal assault leaves behind. But before you can retort, the air is ripped out of your lungs in a stunned yelp as your body is swiftly flipped over, your face shoved into the mattress until it’s a struggle to breathe, fabric and cushion all you can taste.

Your arms flail as you struggle to breathe, nails clawing at the sheets, arms trying to push yourself up against. But it’s no use against Sakusa’s strength and just as specks of black begin to enter your vision, fingers tangle with your roots and you gasp as your head is harshly jerked up, neck bending painfully back, jaw forced open from the strange position.

You whimper, tears beginning to blur your sight as a calloused hand turns your face until you’re staring at a condescending impassive countenance.

“If you want to be treated like a slut that badly, I’ll be a good boyfriend and give you exactly what you want. Ass up. Now.”

There’s no room for disobedience and spurred on by fear and pain, you listen, awkwardly shuffling into position, shame heating your face at how exposed you feel. But it’s only the start and you scream as a heavy strike lands on your bare ass, more and more blows raining down upon you, until you’re sobbing for mercy, agonized cries forced from your mouth, thighs trembling at having to support yourself through the torture.

Your upper body slumps in relief when the hits finally stop, but you flinch when fingers methodically prod at your entrance. You instinctively try to lurch forward, away from the touch, but it’s no use and you clench your eyes in humiliation at the sloppy wet sounds betraying your arousal.

“This is the wettest I’ve ever seen you. You really do like being used and treated like a bitch.”

You wish you could deny it. You wish you had the spirit to talk back, maybe even spit on that handsome face. But all you can think of is how full you feel as Sakusa’s cock slams balls deep inside your dripping hole, how deep he is inside of you from this angle, how overwhelmingly pleasurable the mix of pain and lust is as he uses you like you’re nothing more than a warm breathing sex doll.

All you can do is lewdly moan and take it, tears slipping down your face, drool seeping into the ruined sheets, eyes rolled back in your head. The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens no matter how hard you try and hold it at bay, desperately trying not to cum, not to inadvertently admit your body’s betrayal as it succumbs to every thrust. But it’s too much, the unfamiliarity of this brutal pace, the overpowering sensation of his tip reaching new depths inside of you, and you shatter to pieces, pussy convulsing, body twitching, pleasure like you’ve never felt before surging through you.

All through it Sakusa continues his relentless rhythm, a sneer marring his flawless face as he watches you suffer through your orgasm, writhing underneath him. It’s disgusting how much you love this, pathetic, pitiful, and yet he’s harder than he’s ever been, more turned on than he ever thought possible. And all it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s spilling inside of you, a strong hand holding you still and tight to him as his groin presses against your ass, not an inch of space between the two of you as he paints your insides white.

Maybe you had a point all along. You’re absolutely filthy and wrecked and he grimaces at the tear, sweat, and sex stained mess he touches as he shoves your exhausted body away from him. Yet there’s a certain appeal to your disheveled appearance, how ruined you are because of him.

How beautifully you break.

Well if you have no desire to improve yourself, he can learn to meet you in the middle, learn to let you be the low-life whore you have no desire to move up from. After all, that’s what you said love is, right?

Accepting each other’s differences.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere sakusa #haikyuu smut #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #sakusa smut #tw: yandere #tw: noncon

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

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29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person.

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve.

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun.

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings.

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll.

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections.

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to.

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail.

but you weren’t as lucky today.

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin.

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you.

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing.

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too.

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale.

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you.

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn.

she reminds you of yourself.

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck.

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job.

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again.

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you.

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine.

you look over your shoulder.

no one’s there.

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way.

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding.

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night.

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea.

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government.

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted.

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes.

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin.

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight.

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force.

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud.

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green.

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak.

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer.

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them.

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?”

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape.

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent.

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries?

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life.

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake.

the second is rather foolish��not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls.

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault.

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house.

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day.

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless.

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate.

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can.

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside.

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again.

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice.

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there.

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with.

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan.

you almost collapse against the brick wall.

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose.

until you saw who it was.

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday.

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try.

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma.

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down.

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times.

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left.

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes.

three times you’ve cheated death.

but time is up and your luck has run out.

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch.

naeun is nowhere to be seen.

good.

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare.

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience.

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it.

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket.

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances.

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper.

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you.

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder.

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you.

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings.

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you.

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke.

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone.

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath.

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase.

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium).

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin.

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them.

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory.

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball.

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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