#but hes obsessed and he stalks them and then maybe he saves their ass one day by disposing of a loose end

[animentality]

Hi! Hope you're doing well! I'm curious... do you have any thoughts in modern AU durgetash??

It would be kind of funny if a modern day Dark Urge was a serial killer carving through people in New York City, and Police Commissioner Enver Gortash is the only one smart enough to catch them, but rather than arrest them, he tells them to stop the murders, and he'll pin it on some other guy, but from now on, the Dark Urge works for him.

But I have nothing else besides that, since they work so well in the fantasy setting.

[white-sinner]

yandere nerd classmate

x male reader

WARNING: willing reader, sadic reader,yandere getting caught, dom reader, sex, dirty thoughts, dirty dreams

A/N;so my younger brother gave me this idea we were basically talking and all of a sudden he blurts out “you know sometimes you scare me with these macabre things you say” several times he described me as sadistic so thanks little brother for the idea?

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a very shy boy meets a goth boy who will save him from bullies in his freshman year of high school only to find out that they are in class together the innocent nerd's obsession turns into something perverse but he is sure that he will take the decisions?

yandere nerd classmate:who has a crush on you since you two started high school now you're in your senior year and he's so sad he knows he needs to make you his but every time he tries to talk to you or get close his cheeks are all red and smears himself with his own words….poor stupid puppy

yandere nerd classmate: who gets distracted in class by his dirty little thoughts of you fucking him without caring about his enjoyment while you fill him full of your cum and he under you crying and sobbing

Yandere Nerd ClassMate: who is very good at digitally drawing literally a whole folder dedicated to porn drawings about you

yandere nerd classmate: who got a boner when you protected him from a bully your tone of voice so dark the threats towards the bullies and him on the ground behind you luckily he was on his lunch break so he had time to go to the bathroom to basturbarsi as he wanted at that moment to make a video of him masturbating and moaning in a public place thinking of you and then send it to you

“you are really pathetic to bully a person because your stupid dickheads can't even do two math exercises... *smile* let me just say it once and make it clear if you don't leave him alone i'll read you first on a chair cuts your friend's neck and I'll watch his blood flow as he screams in pain, then I'll remove his internal organs, slit his belly and make you choke on them, that would be a fun scene to watch, right? well maybe not for you but for me definitely yes”

yandere nerd classmate: that i start following you to your house stalking your social media well let's just say he wasn't really good at this stuff he was really pitiful but you didn't seem to mind of course he could have been a slut normally and told you he liked you but you decided to let him do it unfounded and let your prey live in his fantasy before killing him

yandere nerd classmate: that one day he decided to put his plan into action by following you in the school parking lot (you could literally hear him shaking and stumbling in his footsteps) and then attack you with a syringe full of sleeping pills but you caught him and crushed him at the wall

“w-what”

“what were you trying to do with this syringe, puppy”

“n-not-“

“don't lie I know exactly what you've been doing since the start of the new semester Logan*

*Logan looks down embarrassed*

“get into my car ”

“M/N wh-“

“I don't think i asked a question it was an order, enter in the car NOW”

after leading him to your house you let him in and kissed him by dominating him with your tongue making him almost suffocate

"well look at the drool that drips from his mouth"

*you slap him on the ass*

"you look like a puppy in heat"

"M/N please"

"mmmh? please what Logan do you need to use your words “

“come on you know don't make me say it's awkward”

Logan was mystified nothing had gone to plan but he really liked this twist so he decided to turn things around by looking away from you and trying to take control to which you replied slapping his ass again

“HICK”

“who told you you were the one in control”

at that moment Logan couldn't take it anymore he really wanted you to fuck him

“please… . you can fuck me…”

“ well finally you seem to obey “

having said that you dragged him with force creating a mark on his wrist to which he did nothing his crush was about to fuck him and branding him his what more could he want?

"Let's take these clothes off"

it was now past what seemed like hours to Logan you were overstimulating him and you weren't into him yet!

“M/N please put it in me!”

“aww but you're a little virgin if I put it inside it could hurt you”

“I don't care! I do not care!"

"ok little bitch calm down"

so you stuck all your cock inside him he started crying and you fucked him so fast that by now his mind was mush "well if you like him so much you could become my malewife by now the studies are finished"

"yes!yesyyes! i want eswhe your housewife M/N perfaw *moan*”

“you're such a slut”

and with these words he came and you looking at his face I did the same your hot sperm that mixed with that of before and before in short now Logan and Logan really realized all his dreams

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[chattemagique]

yandere! AllMight headcannons + chapter 1 (?)

tw: self-harm, kidnapping, use of curse word (fuck), stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of daddy issues, indirect mentons of suicide, reader has mental issues fem!bodied reader, mentions of sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

PROCEED WITH CARE

- Basically his associations with his first crush and you influenced his main delusions. Also that you wanted to become a superhero, which is so altruistic, just as she was and he was. You were totally made for him. And even in this difficult situation he was there as your savior to guide you towards the right path.

-yan! All might doesn't see you as a villain

-rather as lost young woman or rather babygirl (im sorry for the old ass joke, this actually stayed in my drafts for almost a year)

-delusional yes -his roles in reader's life borders between someone similar to a father figure and a lover, leaning more towards the lover side -would play a therapist with you -could give you the whole world if only you stayed with him and listened to him, stop committing crime and maybe found yourself some hobby or activity that you like

-he would try to be your therapist, would do a little research on mental health and self-harm as he's busy with work/or ask the therapists that worked in the same company as him

Just imagine sitting in his lap while crying in his chest. His hand slowly caressing your back while whispering sweet, comforting words in your ear that it's going to be alright, that he's going to help you get through this.

-ngl I feel like (y/n) would be the first one to initiate sex despite All might being delusional he wouldn't force himself onto you he's just not built this way (kidnapping doesn't count tho ) besides he did that to save you from prison

-It'd be after some time, when he's tried talking to you, feed you with your favorite food and many other interesting, cute desserts that he'd usually bring Midoriya, walking with you in the garden (in the house that he'd brought you in) out of desperation you just kinda started to open up to him, bc there was nowhere else to go.

-he's actually completely fine with you disappearing and not appearing in public anymore, if you don't wanna be a hero

-if you do, then he will "wipe out" any information about this robbing case which has your name, using his connections or/and suggest you to change your name 

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There used to be a time, when you wanted to become a hero. Not anymore tho. You're even started to doubt whether this wish was yours and not somebody else's.. Were you yourself or just wearing a mask, pretending to be a good person, when in reality just a hypocrite.

The bank's visitors and employees all had their faces planted on the floor while your partner in crime used his quirk to emit temporarily paralyzing smoke to watch them.  You took money from safe deposit boxes.  Someone's money lol.

You didn't expect that he would be here. You were hoping that some average hero would arrive here, when you had already stolen some amount and slipped away together with your partner in crime.

"I AM HERE"

-Shit

Having barely fastened your bag, you headed to the back exit, which led into narrow alleys.  Hearing how your partner was arrested, deciding that all the attention would be on him, you ran as far as possible, weaving through the streets.  Finally seeing the descent into the subway. Since it was night, there was no one in particular and you headed as far as possible.

"Damn, I thought, that I might have to use you, " you caressed the gun through your jacket. It had two bullets, in case if this ain't going to end well and you wouldn't want to suffer in prison. It was that bad and hopeless.

The thing is he still remembers you from the first time he met you 2 years ago, when you were leaving your job at night. He saved you from the robber with a gun.

You reminded him of his first crush, your face, your body, your hair, smell, voice, your beauty, everything. And your potential that he saw in you, when you still wanted to become a superhero.

From that time he watches you all the time.. At first he thought that it wasn't normal, but he just couldn't help himself to keep watching you. Especially when he saw the scars on your wrist.

So the days went on and on and you totally forgot about this accident and couldn't even imagine that someone like nr.1 hero was stalking you.

Obviously, he was very disappointed when he found out about your robbing plans. And he never really liked your villain friend. How could somebody like you even be friends with him?! But that was also a part of your charm, since you tried not to judge people by their cover. So why were you then so judgemental about yourself?

A sudden looming figure was approaching you from the other side of the tunnel. You tried to change the directions, but it was following you. You're at a dead end now. Either you're going to the police, either to them now. Well, you decided to test your chances and meet them.

"okay" you thought, "imma just act as if I'm lost and looking for a way out towards the forest."

You saw some tall middle aged man and decided to just walk past him, as if you're looking for another exit.

"y/n"

You stopped.

"You're on a wrong path."

"Sorry?" you were confused. Who the fuck was he?

You turned your head. Your eyes met.

No. There's no way it's him.

He transformed into his full form and the tunnel room seemed so small in a second.

You didn't realize how you released the bag from your hand and were going to try to run through walls. Your quirk wasn't that advanced, but you could walk through walls. Only it was already too late as you approached the closest wall and felt your heavy eyelids closing.

You woke up in bedroom. Similar to the one you had at your home. You even thought that It was the one and that this whole non-sense from yesterday was just a dream. But it wasn't. Soon you noticed the difference from your usual room.

Your left leg felt heavier than usual. There was a black anklet that you couldn't remove. The room lacked some decor and also the drawers and wardrobe had other clothes you've never had. After inspecting the room, you decided to see what else could be hidden here. There was a big, dark brown woody closet with mirror. You opened it. Suddenly you noticed that the back of the closet was covered with pictures of you. Pictures of you being outside and inside of your room through window.. Scary shit. What the actual fuck.

You just remembered that it was All Might who you've met yesterday in the tunnel. The shocking memory made you fall back and hit the side of the bed.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly the door knob started moving and he walked in.

"(y/n), are you okay?"

You were probably delusional. You were surely delusional. This situation wasn't even serious. It couldn't. You were sleeping. Sleeping for sure.

If only.

"W-what do y-you want from m-me?" your voice was trembling.

"I want you to feel and become better.. with me." Nr.1 said surely.

[cherubmm]

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⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Unwanted advances. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. Imprisonment mention. Vaguely mention of cannibalism. Hint of stalking. Violence. OCC. Not proof-read

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Everything was a mess, and it had been for a long time. The underground had never been a paradise, but it wasn’t always like this. The slow collapse into chaos had started with that human child—a little terror with a face too innocent for the damage they caused.

They’d kill, reset, and kill again. Each time, it felt worse. Worse for everyone. Monsters were beginning to lose what little hope they had left, and each reset took a piece of their minds along with it, even if they weren't fully sentient about it.

The final straw would be the permanent death of their king; Asgore, has been-long dusted. Undyne took over, fighting tooth and nail to keep things together but things went to hell even faster after that. Hunger gnawed at everyone’s sanity. Resources dwindled. Monsters were starving to the point of breaking down. And the people he deem were his friends, people he’d bonded with, had turned their backs on him, trying to rip the magic right out of his skull to fuel the Core. They figured that if they could power it again, things might go back to normal.

But it didn’t work.

And he snapped—and, OH, does he snap really, really hard. Sans obligated the source of the Core with his own hands, crushing any hope of fixing things. He nearly killed them. Alphys? Well, She was left with what could hardly be called a mind anymore, no longer the brilliant scientist she once was. He didn’t even feel bad about it. He should’ve, but there wasn’t much feeling left in him these days.

The underground became a twisted, hellish pit. Monsters clawed at each other for scraps. Most of them had gone mad with hunger, madness creeping into their bones like an old, painful infection. Sans was no different. He felt it too. It was always there, pushing at the edges of his mind, clawing, biting. He wanted to tear someting apart.

And then, out of nowhere, you appeared.

Another human, falling into their world, clueless, just like the ones before. But this time… this time was different. There was something about you that stopped him in his tracks when he first saw you stumbling out of Snowdin, disheveled but still intact. You looked like you didn’t belong there—and you didn’t, not in this cursed place—but you also looked perfect. And for reasons he couldn’t explain, it was like love at first sight.

Him? LOVE? It was ironic. He’d never had time for love, and especially not for humans. To him, humans were just sacks of meat waiting to be butchered. But you… you were different. Special. Oh, but unfortunately, you didn’t have the same power as them, no ability to reset when facing the death's door. You were fragile, small, and incredibly weak. A single slip, and you’d be gone for good.

He had to have you.

He’d done his usual schtick when he greeted you—whoopee cushion, a tired old trick he barely found funny anymore. But this time, when you reached to shake his hand, he didn’t immediately slice you in half like he normally would. He let you live. In fact, he stuck around to help you through your journey. Not because he particularly cared about your safety—okay, maybe he did—but because he wasn’t going to let anyone else get their hands on you. Especially not Undyne.

You were his.

And yeah, sure, he got it. You wanted to go home. Of course, you did. That was only natural. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not in this state. Did you really think you’d survive long enough to leave the Underground without him? The whole place was a hellhole now. Monsters would tear you apart the moment you stepped out of his sight. You had no power, no strength to fight back. He had saved your ass more times than you even realized.

So yeah, you're gonna stay. Like it or not.

You’d done the impossible. Somehow, through sheer will or dumb luck, you’d manage to make it all the way to the Queen’s chamber; Undyne. The door loomed in front of you, massive and foreboding. You weren’t sure what to expect when you stepped through, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Pushing open the door, your breath caught in your throat. The scene before you was… horrific.

Blood. Dust. Carnage

The once-great hall was a massacre. The remains of royal guards littered the floor, bones skewered through their bodies like grotesque decorations. And standing at the far end of the room was him. Sans.

Before you could move, before you could react, he summoned bones beneath you, trapping you in a makeshift prison. You stumbled, falling into the pool of blood as you tried to free yourself, but it was no use. He was already in front of you.

“heh, thought you’d make it this far, huh?” Sans’s voice was light, almost teasing, as if he wasn’t holding the head of a dead woman in his hand. “gotta say, kid, you really surprised me.” You tried to stand, but the bones kept you pinned in place. You were trapped. The scent of blood and death filled your lungs, and you wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

You couldn’t even process his words. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the weight of the situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. The blood soaked through your clothes, and you felt the cold, sticky liquid seep into your skin as Sans’s magic tightened around you. There was no escape. For fucks sake.

Sans crouched in front of you, dropping Undyne’s head beside him with a sickening thud. He grinned, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “it’s better this way, ya know? bein’ here, with me. this place… it’s a mess, sure, but i can keep ya safe. no one’s gonna hurt ya. not while i’m around.”

“well?” he asked, his voice still disturbingly light. “what’s it gonna be, kid? We don't have all day on this place. And plus, yer' all soaked up on blood, surely you must want a nice bath"

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Safer With Me ❌

⚣❌ A/N → Yandere! Arkham!Jason Todd. Inspired by @yanderes-galore and their prompt writing for Jason. Prompts below were selected with a randomizer wheel. WARNINGS: Abduction/Kidnapping, Minor themes of Non-Con, Stalking/Obsessive Behavior, Depictions of Violence and Gun-Use

Prompt List Here! #40: "I know what's best for you, just trust me on this one." #18: "There's no use in sucking up to me now."

⚣❌ Summary → Homeless on the streets after your parents kicked you out when you came out to them, fate seemed to take mercy on you as you were taken in by Gotham's Billionaire Playboy, Bruce Wayne. But, your stay with him is not long as someone has been keeping an eye on you. An old acquaintance of your new guardian who had a plan of getting you away from the famed CEO. Why? Because you were safer with him, why else?

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You couldn’t figure out how you ended up in this situation.

A few months before this entire mess of a night, your parents had kicked you out on the streets after coming out to them as gay. Kind of ironic knowing the other stuff they ‘tolerated’, but whatever. 

So after that, you were sleeping on the streets, doing what you had to do to survive. It’s Gotham City, so you were bound to eventually run into trouble. Some guys who were clearly drunk off their asses decided to start harassing you then Batman showed up to save the day. But he barely got a punch in before you had all three of them laying on their asses in pain.

There was a reason you asked your parents for self-defense classes the moment you came to terms with your sexuality. The world was changing, but not quickly enough.

So, the Dark Knight dropped you off at the police station where coincidentally, Bruce Wayne happened to show up and offered to take you in. You’d heard about the billionaire’s ‘hobby’ of taking in kids off the street and giving them a better life, and what more pleasing way to shove the middle finger at your parents than to end up in the care of someone who seemed to actually give a fuck about you more than they ever pretended to?

Then, the tests started. You figured Bruce was testing your skills to see how well you’d be able to take care of yourself just in case another incident happened as the one Batman found you in. They continued for a while, and before Bruce got to tell you what they were actually for, it was too late.

A few months after your move-in into Wayne Manor, you started getting the feeling you were being watched. And growing up in Gotham, you always knew it was better to listen to your instincts and be wrong than not listen and still be wrong.

A week before the attack on the city from Scarecrow, you had been on your way home walking since Bruce wasn’t able to pick you up due to some ‘unforeseen circumstances’. You’d soon come to find out all of that was a diversion so Arkham Knight and his militiamen had a clear shot at nabbing you. 

When you turned down a corner to an empty street, they pulled you into an alleyway and jumped you. You did your best to fight them off, but they began to overwhelm you. Somehow, you gained an upper hand though, the goons not expecting you to be as trained as you were. 

Just before you could take out the last of them though, he showed up and surprised you from behind, covering your nose and mouth with a rag seeped in nitrous oxide, putting you right to sleep.

Right before you lost consciousness, you heard a modulated voice chuckle in your ear, “Don’t worry, I got you. You’re safe with me now.”

You woke up in a dark room with hands and feet tied together and a splitting headache to match the aches around your body. You looked around to see the room you were in was empty, but you could hear voices on the outside talking.

“Why do you think Knight wanted him in the first place?”

“If I had to guess, it probably got something to do with the Bat himself.”

“Hmm, maybe. Personally, I think he’s got a thing for him. Not my place to judge, but I’ve heard and seen how protective he gets of him. Did you see the way he brought him in? Not one of us was allowed to even touch him.”

You didn’t know what to make of it or how to make sense of it. Didn’t have the time to do it either since you heard footsteps approaching the door. You listened to that same modulated voice you’d heard before you passed out giving an order to open the door. 

Laying back down in the position you were in before, you pretended to be still asleep.

You could hear the heavy footsteps as if whoever this was wearing the heaviest of heaviest boots in the world. The nervous feeling in your chest grew more and more the closer they sounded. Doing your best to stay still, you tried slowing your breathing down to a relaxed pace as you felt the thuds on the ground from him coming to stand next to you, feeling his entire presence standing over your body. You prepared your body figuring he may kick, slap, or even yell for you to wake up.

You did not expect to feel a gloved hand caressing your face.

“I know you’re awake.” He spoke before removing his hands and standing back up.

Opening your eyes, you saw a glowing screen mask staring down at you. 

You heard their modulated voice chuckle as he watched you slowly sit back up. “You didn’t think we’d have cameras inside watching to see when you’d got up?” He stated before gesturing to the cameras around the room. 

The mysterious soldier turned around to grab the only chair in the room, moving it to the middle of the room before coming back to lift you off the ground, settling you into the chair gently.

“Why am I here?”

“I know what’s best for you, just trust me on this one. You’re safer with me than with him.”

“Him? Who are you talking about?” You asked with a puzzled look coming across your face.

He didn’t immediately respond, but you could tell he was debating on something, you just didn’t know what.

“In time, you’ll find out.” He replied simply.

“What do you want?” You asked.

“Direct and to the point, huh? Knew there was something I liked about you.” He laughed, walking to stand in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Must be a lot of things from what I’ve heard. Otherwise, I don’t think I’d be sitting here.”

“Really? Well, if I were you, I’d think better than believing everything I hear.” He said, grabbing your chin a little rough, forcing you to look up at him.

You scowled at the armor-clad man before spitting at him. You watched the glob of saliva run down his mask before the hand on your chin grabbed at your neck. You clawed at his wrists to no avail as he lifted you out of the seat.

“That wasn’t very nice. Say you’re sorry, and I won’t hurt you… much.” He said, getting very close to your face to the point you could feel the electricity buzzing off the screen.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You spat at him.

He chuckled darkly, before kicking the chair you were sitting on.

“If you insist.”

He slammed you down on the ground, your breath escaping you and your vision going blurred. He kept his hand tight on your neck while the other one went down to your pants, undoing the belt and button before attempting to pull them down.

“No!” You whimpered, trying to fight back against him. He placed his body over your kicking legs, his heavyweight managing to hold them still while he now went to put his hands up your shirt. He felt all over your upper body, even stopping to pinch at your nipples a few times, before his hand went back down to your pants, sticking them down your underwear. You cried out at the feeling, trying your best to get him off you, but the dude was like a tank, and you were getting weaker with the more time he spent choking the air out of you. He started trying to push down your pants again before you both heard pounding against the door.

“Knight! Scarecrow says we gotta move!”

He held still for a moment before you felt him release you. You gasped for breath while he re-did your pants before pulling you up from the ground. Your body lay against his weak while feeling a little lightheaded from being jerked up so suddenly.

“You got lucky, this time. But, I wouldn’t try a move like that again. You won’t be leaving anytime soon

“Batman will. He’ll kick your ass.” You groaned from the soreness around your throat while panting into his chest armor.

You felt the chuckle vibrate from his chest before he bent down to lift you in a bridal hold.

“I was held captive once too, tortured even. Thought the same thing. It’s nice for a while but you’ll get over it soon enough.”

You struggled in the hold as he moved toward the door letting out a whimper from the pain your body was still in. “Please… just let me go.” You begged.

“Aww, already giving in? Cute. And smart. But, too little, too late. There’s no use in sucking up to me now.” He said, before heading out of the room to wherever.

You watched from around the corner, a gag tied over your mouth now with your hands bound in front of you as one of the militiamen held you in place. You saw Batman come around the corner and tried to scream out to warn him but was too late as Knight had jumped from the ledge he was hiding on shooting at him. 

Batman managed to dodge but was quickly knocked to the ground. Before he could get up, Knight walked over and placed his foot on his chest, pinning him down to the ground.

“Oh no, no, you’re not going anywhere, old man.”

You looked in horror as Knight switched hands with the gun he was holding, pointing it down directly at the masked vigilante.

“Tri-weave, titanium coated, armor plating. Nice. Unless you know exactly…where to shoot.” He said, before placing the gun down on his lower abdomen and pulling the trigger. You flinched at the sound, watching him groan in pain before Knight moved his foot off his chest.

“You’re good, Dark Knight. Even better than I remember. It’s going to make it even more satisfying when I kill you. Oh, and, don’t worry about Barbara. I’ll take better care of her than you ever did. Y/N too, he’s mine now.” You heard him say, walking toward where you and the others were standing around the corner.

“Batman’s in the control room. Show him what happens when he messes with my city and tries to take what doesn’t belong to him.”

Knight walked toward you as the militiaman immediately released you into his embrace. He cradled you gently even as you tried to push out of his hold. When he got tired of you fighting him, he just picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you away from the room.

“You’re better off without him anyway.”

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[maririna]

I had a very weird dream with a Yandere Sunday today and I should be honestly questioning myself at this point, but my ass needs to vomit them before I forgot and maybe I can see a continuation of it tonight hehe

I felt like this dream was a sign from Sunday himself telling me I should stop pulling for Aventurine copies (i have him e0s1) and start saving for this control freak lol.

cw: typical yandere behavior (stalking) also this was legit what happened in my dream so its random asf.

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Sunday was quite obsessive but sickenly sweet. Physically affectionate too, he'd always take the chance to cup your cheeks, brush the strands of your hair with the tips of his fingers and softly grab of your waist into a warm embrace as he plants a chaste kiss onto your lips. You always laugh at his seemingly innocent antics to show his love to you.

Whatever you do, wherever you go, he was bound to show up with this closed eye smile on his face, it was odd, but you never questioned it even when it had occured way too many times, but still, you just brushed it off.

He'd always message you with affectionate words, "I love yous", "Good Mornings" to "Good Nights".

There was one time you had received messages from an unknown number that frightened you. They sent candid pictures of yourself in public, talked about how much they loved you and how captivating it would be if you were in their arms.

They talked about how they used the exact same detergent as you do to remind them of your scent and mentioned that in a way you are always with them, owning all of the perfumes you use and how you were their oxygen that keeps them from going insane than they already were.

After blocking the number, you realized then he had cameras planted everywhere, all focused to you, watching every move you do, every breath you take.

Slowly, all of your friends had started to ghost you one by one, with your phone only left as your entertainment.

Sunday without a doubt was manipulative, he claims that you need him, that he loves you and insists it is for the best that you are under his care and be spied by him like a hawk.

Sunday had then got your phone, saw you had exchanged a few words with Aventurine. They were nothing out of the ordinary, just simple greetings of the gambler, even so, the vivid fear is seen on your face, anger evident in Sunday's eyes as he said he had enough of this lies.

In the end of the dream, you vaguely remember him tossing you like a ragdoll, waking up to his miniature Penacony dollhouse. Trapped forever where dreams end.

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Corey Cunningham Headcanons:

❝ If I can’t have her… No one will. ❝

[SFW Headcanons + No Gendered Terms]

Content Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mentions of Murder/Violence, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Mention of Previous Abuse.

A/N: Call me Saul Goodman the way I’ll defend this man. He did nothing wrong. He was simply being silly!!!!

Post-Michael Era:

> Corey knows how to disguise himself to look harmless which is how he wants you to view him. No one else’s opinion matters on him besides yours.

> He doesn’t know what it is but you somehow made him feel normal and yet so… alive. That’s what made his life turn to you completely.

> Corey appears like a regular dorky, shy, boy next door type. That’s what made him so charming. He wouldn’t want you to know how dangerous he really was.

> After a shitty day, he just wants to sit down and talk with you. Over the phone or in-person, he finds your voice to be comforting.

> He sometimes secretly records your voice to replay it over and over again to soothe him if he can’t get to you.

> Corey somehow can always bump into you. It’s funny. It’s almost like he’s stalking you or something. And of course, it’s because he is and memorized your schedule the moment he saw you.

> Corey can’t help but claim you as his even before you two began dating because in his mind, no one could save you like he could. He was your hero. He’d make you see that soon.

> He’s always sweet to you. Showering you in affection and slowly manipulating you to believe only he can help you. You don’t need friends. You need him.

> Corey needs to feel needed by you. When he starts seeing you rely on him more and more, he knows he’s won. He has you just as he liked.

> Friends aren’t spending as much time with you recently? He’s right there to vent to. Parents getting on your ass about something? Hey, he knows what that’s like. Partner making you feel insecure? Corey will have you feeling like a precious diamond.

> And once you’ve realized Corey is the one, he’s more than overjoyed but he just gives a small smirk and wraps his arms around you.

> He’s the definition of “hates everyone but you” type. Everyone else is insufferable to him but nothing you do can bother him.

> Now that he has his love, finding targets becomes so much easier. Anyone who bothers you simply becomes a missing person who Corey led to Michael.

> Corey wouldn’t tell you about it until it became a true achievement in his mind. Say you had an abusive ex or a cheating ex, something along those lines. Corey would lead you to his “surprise” of that ex’s corpse and proclaiming his absolute love for you.

> Because to him, being willing to kill and going through with it is the ultimate form of devotion.

> Corey’s main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

> Corey wants you to feel like you need him and can’t live without him. So he makes you dependent on him.

> He’ll go out of his way to make inconveniences for you so he could fix them.

> Your car somehow broke down and you have no idea how? Corey’s there to save the day. You swear you had your alarms set that morning but they didn’t go off? Corey can pick you up and drop you off. “Accidentally” got food poisoning so now you’re sick for a few days? Corey is there to take care of you.

> He’s always just conveniently there and so helpful! It’s all because he knows you so well.

> Also any time of the day is time to spend with him. He’s incredibly clingy and feels just off if you aren’t beside him.

> Like everything is dimmer when you aren’t around so he has a tendency to sneak off during his lunch breaks to stop by to see you.

> Late at night, he’ll text to look out your window and there he is: flower in hand and a sweet smile as he invites you on a night out.

> His favorite is anywhere with a nice overhead view of the lit-up city. Maybe a rooftop or something and he just has you in his arms, right where you belong.

> Corey’s favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Quality Time.

> Before you actually got into a relationship, Corey CRAVED your touch. He’d go out of his way to get it. Having his hand linger on yours if he gives you something, insisting for a hug when you vent, etc.

> Now that he has you, there is nothing better than feeling you.

> When you grab his hand if you feel nervous or scared, he’s over the moon. He wants to be your protector and the fact that you know that is perfect to him.

> He likes to be littered in kisses in reward for him doing well. Corey becomes more like Pre-Michael era when it comes to affection. Just an absolute puppydog looking for attention.

> Corey doesn’t like being away from you. It’s kind of like a separation anxiety where he’s worried being away from you means you’re in danger.

> So the best way to make him happy is to surprise him with your presence!

> Casually stopping by his work, claiming your car needs to be fixed when everything is fine just so you can see him.

> Asking for him to hang out randomly for no reason at all other than to be beside him. He’ll immediately swing by and pick you up the moment he opens the door to cuddle with you.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

So what I wanted for the Charlie with an obsessive listener I was thinking like Casper kind of like stalked him every now and then just to like make sure he's okay or something

My eyes will always be on you.

I think I did this right? But if not I do apologize!

This kinda turned angsty but it has a happy ending :D

Okay, so at first it was just a simple checking his location. Every like few hours because he loved in a shady area of the city. But as more time went on, Casper couldn't help but start, stalking Charlie.

They always told them it was to make sure he was safe. Casper made themselves promise to only stalk him on certain days. Or else Charlie would find out and get creeper out, God they hope he wouldn't.

It's just after hearing about his life in the gang and all. Casper started to wonder about things that could happen. Like what if the guys try to get Charlie back? Steal money from him since he's been saving up now? Or what if he gets scouted put by shady people again?

These made Casper stalk Charlie with the intent to make sure he was safe. They kinda wished he took them on their offer of staying with them. But Charlie was admitted with having his own place to feel like he was changing.

If Casper really thinks about it, this kinda started when they were younger. Charlie was always a target for bullies, so Casper always fought them. When hearing they were going to jump Charlie on his way home they stalked him and found the bully.

Kicking their ass was easy because the main bully's friends ran off as soon as Casper fucked him up. And they kinda made it a routine to stalk Charlie a bit. But they let go of the stalking habit at the beginning of highschool since the bullies left Charlie alone.

Now, in the present time it was around eight and Casper was stalking Charlie. It was on one of their set days too, Thursday. It was when Charlie would take a later shift at Pete's so it worked out.

Since Charlie had gained a good ear from being in a gang it did make it a bit difficult to stalk him. But Casper thinks they did a good job so far!

"....Yo, who the fuck is following me. I know your there." Those words made Casper freeze. They were currently behind the trashcan in a alley way, the same one Charlie takes as a short cut home.

Oh, they just HAD to jinx themselves huh? Looking around they tried to figure out a escape route. If they throw maybe a plastic bottle they could book it?

"Your behind that garbage can huh?" Asking out loud, Charlie glared at it. The blonde was racking in his head of who could be stalking him. Auron made sure his ties were cut so it couldn't be from the gang.

He also didn't think he fucked with anyone to get on someone radar. Slowly walking to it, his footsteps quiet from being someone's rat came in handy. Charlie was close to the trashcan until whoever was behind it threw a bottle and it made the blonde back away quickly.

Turning back to the person he saw them running away. Cursing Charlie rushed after them, panting as they ran like crazy to get away from him. Who the hell is this?

Casper on the other hand was cursing their entire being for getting caught. Fuck, what route does Charlie not know? Skirting around a corner Casper went down another alley way. Making a mental note where they were and to see if they could hide.

"GOT YOU!" Shouting Charlie tackled them to the ground. Casper, who had a mask was thankful their overthrowing was able to hide their identity. Shoving Charlie off they tried getting up but their boyfriend yanked them down and grabbed at their mask.

"WAIT-" Screaming Casper tried getting away but Charlie yanked the mask off. The blonde froze seeing his partner and got off them quickly.

"Oh my god?! Cas, shit are you okay?" Asking confused at first. Charlie realizing he was rough with them he got down to check them over. Casper nodded looking at him with a guilty expression.

"Yeah..." Mumbling Casper then got up rubbing their arm. Charlie after seeing they were fully okay then blinked a them.

"Then...why were you following me?" Confused, Charlie placed his hands gently on his partner's arms. Casper looked down with a frown and began explaining. Their worries and why they followed him, confessing how they'd do it on certain days too.

Charlie listened as they both walked to Casper's house. The blonde had a neutral face as Casper explained their reasoning. Once done and at Casper's doorstep Charlie looked at them with a gentle smile.

"Shit Cas, should have told me. If I knew it was you following me I'd be okay with it. Thought I was gonna get shanked." Joking Charlie then placed a hand on their face. Casper had a small smile as he looked at their eyes.

"Your not weirded out?....I know this is super weird but..." Mumbling Casper blinked as Charlie kissed their forehead. The blonde chuckled seeing their face go so surprised that he did that.

"Nah, but you will be telling me when your gonna stalk me. I wanna at least know incase this happens again." Whispering to them, Charlie then ushered them inside the house. Casper laughed as Charlie told them about his day at the pizza shop.

Sitting on the cough DD even joined as well, sitting on Casper's lap as Charlie played with him. The chauffer smiled as they realized they could have just been truthful from the start. But with this new information Casper will definitely be telling Charlie when their going to stalk him.

[queserasora]

TOJI X FEM READER | NSFW | NO PRONOUNS BUT AFAB WORD COUNT: 4.6k wc CONTENT WARNING: profanity, murder, blood, torture, body dismemberment, stalking?, toji is a creep, he is mannerless and acts like he was raised in the wild, he plays more little games, oral male receiving female giving, blood, biting, violence in general, penetration, groping A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Chapter 2 of What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger // Toji isn't used to not having the upper hand. He finds it in his charitable heart to "watch over" y/n and help her with her "tasks", he is youthful and likes to play games

Previous

You’re not sure how long you had been lying there, inside Toji’s warm but sticky embrace. The truth was, you wanted to leave as soon as your legs could stand to hold your weight. You had formulated a plan in between sloppy kisses. You had never pictured Toji Zenin to be the cuddling type but the other truth was that you didn’t know anything about him outside of his work skills. Toji Zenin, the man, was a stranger to you.

One night of fucking wouldn’t change that.

Having drawn that conclusion made it easier for you to slip out quietly. You gathered your clothes, expertly, amazed that your panties were still in one piece. Without giving yourself time to second guess yourself, you fist the stiff panties in your hand and leave them on the nightstand; a payment for his services. It was the least you could do, after all, he had been a little bit of fun.

When he wakes, you’re not in his arms. When he wakes, he’s pissed. It wasn’t that he had developed some kind of sick attachment. After all, he had just met you, officially, the night prior. It merely irritated him that you had the nerve to leave before he could have the pleasure of throwing you out on your ass, wearing nothing but your soiled panties.

At the thought of them, being neatly chewed up by your voluminous ass cheeks, Toji grins. It was to his surprise that he saw them on the nightstand, crumpled up into a ball. A large hand snatches them from the nightstand, on his way to the shower. His lips split into a large grin. You could run all you wanted. Toji knew exactly where to find you.

Life went by as usual, with you sleeping until noon, waking up only to shower, work out, eat in that order. You’d check your various checking accounts obsessively, compulsively, counting every penny trying to add them up. The idea was to save enough to buy an island, and live by yourself, maybe some monkeys; something inane and ridiculous like that just to have an interesting story to tell in hell that didn’t involve blood and guts. 

You were so busy living from ordinary day to ordinary day, checking the app to see if anyone had posted a request worth the money that you had almost forgotten about him; almost.

It was hard to erase him entirely from your mind when you could feel him trailing you wherever you went. You stood in line at your favorite coffee shop, tapping your foot rapidly. Your patience was wearing thin. There was no way Toji Zenin would make his presence so obvious if he was trying to secretly spy on you. You had reached the conclusion on the first day you noticed–a whole week ago–that he was doing it on purpose. He wanted you to know he was there. He wanted you to feel his presence, be unnerved by it enough to react. He wanted to see you snap.

You had told yourself, time and time again, to not give in; to not give him the satisfaction, but the sight of your pointy boot was filling your head with ideas. What if you crammed your foot so far up his ass that you punctured his spleen? Wouldn’t that be joyful? You’re so distracted at the image of him penetrated up to your ankle by your thigh high boot, screaming in pain that you don’t realize it’s your turn next up at the register.

“Double shot of espresso over ice with a splash of half and half,” you mumble, slipping your hand into a pocket of your tawny double breasted trench coat. You pull out your phone, tapping it on the register. “Thank you,” you add, since unlike some members of your circles, you had manners. You can’t help it. You cast a furious look to the corner of the coffee shop. He sits there, casually drinking a cup of who knows what, legs crossed acting as if he wasn’t there for you. The sunlight casts his tan skin in a white glow, a stark contrast to his messy raven hair.

The sight was offensive, insulting. You aggressively shove a ten dollar bill in the tip jar without looking at it, nearly spilling its contents. Your coffee tastes more bitter that day, and you swallow it down with your anger, hoping that you’d never see him again.

Hoping had been foolish. Two days later, he is back in your orbit as you browse the aisles of the small liquor store. The store owner had called you to let you know a new shipment had come in for your favorite bourbon. You grab the fat bottomed bottle, and shoulder Toji as you pass him. He drops the bottle of whiskey, and it shatters, caramel liquid spilling everywhere. You don’t stop,  even as you smile at the register paying for your purchase, the scent of liquor in your nostrils. 

You don’t stop to think how easy that had been. You don’t stop to think about the reason his guard was down. You don’t stop to think at all, until you’re in your bed later that night, body sore and scrubbed clean of blood. You stop, and you think, and you hate him all over again.

You hate him especially, as you feel him jogging behind you a day later at the local park. You roll your eyes as you pick up your pace and run. He must be part animal, part predatory feline, you think because you barely feel his presence. You don’t hear his feet thudding on the ground but you hear his breathing; at least you think you do. You think you feel his breath, hot on your neck, think you hear him panting, moaning, laughing. Your heart freezes and you pivot on your left foot, swinging your right for a hook. 

Your fist lands on nothing but air. There is no one behind you but confused pigeons on the ground. They piss you off with their soulless eyes so you yell at them, and watch them scatter, flying off into the distance.

“Fuck you, Toji Zenin,” you mutter under your breath. You peer at the nearby bushes, try to spot him under a distant tree but can’t find him. Your eyes are unable to capture the sight of his smirk, the wide build of his strong shoulders. Still, you know it was him, you know he’s near. Steadying your breathing, you clench your fists and order yourself to run.

You’d be damned if Toji Zenin got the best of you. He could fuck off straight to hell.

* * *

You always kept your clothes simple and minimal while working. Black on black on black, with enough fabric to keep your anonymity, and to minimize the cost. It was easier to discard the clothes in a burning furnace than it was to attempt to wash the blood off. The knife is slippery in your hand, so you wipe the blood off on the fabric of your skirt. You feel your phone buzz, for the third time since you last checked it, and you ignore it.

You had gotten a bunch of texts from an unsaved number; awful attempts at flirting, inappropriate requests. At first, you figured they must have the wrong number, a prank from someone who didn’t want their attention. As the texts continued, you knew exactly who it was. But how did he get your number?

He’s mumbling, groaning and yelling against the cloth in his mouth. You look up from where you were counting the torn fingernails on the ground, bloody sinew still attached. Perhaps you should have been a little more gentle. Your phone buzzes again.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” you tell him in a flat tone, bringing your boot up to his crotch. He dodged your foot just in time by widening his knees. You scoff, a smirk pulling at a corner of your plush lips. His blood is splattered on the floor, dripping over the arms of the chair. You wear it on your temple, some on your brown cheek.  “And you’re wasting my time. I told you, I have to be out by ten.”

There was no particular reason. You just liked your beauty sleep. As you give him time to think his pathetic life over, you pull out your phone with your clean hand. Three new notifications from an unsaved number. You frown at the latest one.

‘You’ll be sorry if you ignore me.’

You were impressed he knew how to text full sentences. It wasn’t enough to bring you to text him back. Instead, you pocket the phone once more, and get back to work.

“Now, no screaming or any of that bullshit from earlier,” you grumble as you pull his gag down. “You gave me a headache.” He breathes in gulps, desperate pleas dropping out of his mouth. You tilt your head, take in his hollowed cheeks, the purple swollen eye. “Shut up. I hate repeating myself.” You smack the knife against his cheek, relishing every time he flinched. “I don’t care about rapists, and pedophiles. So tell me where to find your piece of shit distributor before I chop off the little baby octopus in your pants into little pieces.”

You drag the knife from his cheek, to his jaw. You follow the pathetic excuse of a jawline to his earlobe, and you press the tip enough to draw blood. He whimpers, wiggling in the chair trying to get away from you. So you dig in deeper.

“You suck at negotiating you know,” says a voice that was all too familiar. You groan, and since you can’t very well throw your knife in between his eyebrows, you slice octopus man’s earlobe right off instead. A piece stuck to your knife, you flick it off in the direction of the green eyed idiot invading your space. 

The man’s scream is shrill. It echoes in the empty warehouse, bouncing against the concrete walls. Toji crams a pinky finger into his ear and wiggles it, head tilted, face scrunched up. 

“Put the fucking gag back on,” he tells you having dodged the piece of flesh flying at him. Surprisingly, you obey his orders. It was peculiar how you could cooperate like this but can’t bother to reply to any of his texts; and by peculiar he means fucking obnoxious.

“You’re interrupting,” you tell him, standing up straight, tapping the knife against your exposed thigh. “Could you just stand there and look pretty?”

Toji tilts his head, one finger scratching an itch on his scalp. In all honesty, he didn’t give a fuck if he was interrupting. The way he saw it, you had it coming. He had tried to make you come to him on your own accord; made his presence known on multiple occasions. Toji had even gone out of his way, to take the time to type fully thought out messages on one of his burner phones; messages you chose to ignore.

“I don’t give a shit,” he rebuffs, enunciating his frustration with dramatic pauses. 

Frankly, Toji Zenin was not only annoying her, but he was starting to become embarrassing. You fix him with a pointed stare over one shoulder, returning to teasing and torturing your capture with your knife. “Just relax. Let me finish.”

He reminded you of a petulant child, acting out since he wasn’t getting the attention he craved. You purse your lips, back turned to him. There was an odd sense of satisfaction, pooling and circling below your navel. In your time of knowing of Toji’s existence you had not once even imagined him being so inadvertently captivated by a person to the point of idiocy.

He was an idiot, and you quite liked it.

His idiocy continued for several minutes, as he insisted on giving you advice over your shoulder, breaking your concentration. You had been busy digging the tip of your knife into the fleshy parts between Octopus Dick’s toes, when Zenin decided you were simply not working efficiently enough. Pride was a terrible beast to tame but it could not be denied that Toji Zenin’s reputation preceded him. If you thought about him as superior you could consider this a valuable lesson. For this reason, you stand back and watch him work, making easy pickings of the man tied to the chair.

He had begged for his life, pitifully, and found no mercy behind Toji’s eyes.

His green eyes were on you now, a sheen on them so bright it reminded you of ornate chandeliers, and treasures; the thrill of a heist. You swallow a lump in your throat, unwilling to discover that feeling further.

It was just as well, there was cleanup to be done. Working with another professional has been easier than you thought. Not that you would ever admit this out loud, especially to the man next to you, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

It feels like you owe him. It’s your excuse as you accept his invitation back to his place–to the place you had escaped from just two weeks prior. It’s your excuse as you abandon your vehicle, trusting him when he said ‘i'll get it taken care of’. It’s still your excuse as you get in his car, and it’s the excuse you remind yourself when he slithers a heavy hand, calloused and warm, between your thighs on the road there.

You exited the vehicle too quickly, eager to get away from Toji’s burning touch. Memories had come flooding, a flash flood with no warning; and you cussed at yourself inwardly. When did you become so weak? So soft? Over a man’s rough hands at that. The shame was enough to heat up your face. Your blood drummed loudly against your eardrums, in an attempt perhaps to inspire your primal instincts. If you became feral enough, you’d fight for survival at all costs. You’re lost in thought, and realize belatedly that Toji had been speaking to you.

He is in your space, invasive as always–a viney carnivorous species of a plant, poisonous and unforgiving. His  hands find the small of your back all too easily. Despite yourself, you sway in his embrace.

“Are you still curious about my cursed weapons,” he asks you, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was threatening you. “I have an idea. And since you technically owe me,” he drawled, tucking his tongue behind one molar. You observe the gesture, the swell of his cheek, with a small scowl. 

You loathed his persistence, but you loathed the way you wanted to suck on his tongue right there and then more.

“Is this gonna be another one of your little games?” you ask him, trying to keep your face expressionless. You measure your words, take notice of your tone. You sprinkle a bit of disinterest in your inflection, hoping he’d fall for your trick. 

He doesn’t. He never does. His smile becomes crooked, salacious intentions pulling on invisible strings. You feel riveted to your spot, eyes taking in the shape of the scar on his mouth; jagged, a remembrance of violence. 

“I’ll show you whatever you want to see,” his words are measured, heavy, full of barely restrained lust. His fingers dig into your lower back as he pulls you closer, chests flushed against each other. His face dips towards you, angling so his lips almost brush yours; phantom kisses haunting your senses. You smell his breath heady with whiskey, and mint. “But you have to make me cum.” He pauses to lick his lips, eyes searing your skin wherever he looks.  “6 minutes.” His nose brushes against yours and you are beside yourself. Annoyance sits heavy on your shoulders, as your mouth follows his–not touching, parched, seeking. “Think you can do it?”

His tone is mocking, and you are as impetuous as always. 

You don’t let him finish, or name his terms. You are not interested. The only thing holding your interest was the shape of his mouth, you trace it with the tip of your tongue, heated fingers grasping the front of his shirt. You hear a grunt, a mumbled question from him but ignore it. 

You feel smooth around his lip line, soft and enticing against his scar. He pulls away slightly, unsure of why that unsettled him. His fingers grip your hair, he holds you steady as he looks down at you. “Leave the scar alone,” he tells you in a breathy voice.  You seem to regard him questioningly. He readies an argument, prepares to kick you out on your ass if you don’t listen but it appears you were as smart as you were attractive.

He grabs your ass with both hands, grabbing ample amounts of flesh and muscle. He loves the way his fingers dig, as if there were endless amounts of you; a bounty on top of a bounty. He wanted it all, all his greedy hands could get a hold of. Your mouth is demanding as it claims his tongue. He pretends to resist as he walks back towards his platform bed. When you come up for air, face flushed, eyes dark and ravenous he takes a seat at the edge of the mattress. 

Eye contact seemed imperative, the goal of the mission. You hold it even when your heart runs for its life, trying to tear its claws into the flesh of your chest, squeeze past the bones of your ribcage.  You hold it, as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. Kneeling shouldn’t be this easy. Kneeling should have taken some thought, some consideration, some goddamn bribery; something more than the possible sight of his cursed weapons, more than the hungry need to slide your hands up his thighs.

You obey your needs, a starved animal with no restraints. It was if you never had spent a day in civilization. The zipper of his jeans comes down easily, he watches you and you swear the room temperature skyrockets. You can taste the humidity in the air. Your tongue darts out, nervously licking the corners of your mouth. 

“The clock started ticking the moment your knees touched the carpet,” he tells you with an air of importance. He looked down at you as if he was benevolent; the most saintly. You scoff when he meets your eyes. There was nothing saintly about Toji Zenin, you think as you finally release his hardened cock from his jeans. You admire the length and girth of him, knowing full well this was not his full potential. Intent on goading it out of him, your hands wrap around his shaft, stroking slowly at first to gauge his reaction.

He bites his lower lip, watches you as he clutches the bed sheets. His hands had ideas of their own, but he willed them to stay still; willed them to ignore the animalistic desire to pull you by the hair and fuck your mouth stupid. 

Your  hands become eager, picking up the pace. You’re aware of the time limit, somewhere in the back of your mind. You’re aware that this was a stupid game, one that made no sense, and only served to satisfy Toji and his obsession with control. Yet, you play along, yet you bring your tongue to curl around his tip, taking in the slick precum on his pink tip.

There’s a moan in the back of your mouth that you try to push down with the tip of his cock. You hollow your cheeks, fight your gag reflex as you try to take all of him in. If you pushed past your limits, sucked him with force and the violence of your will, there was no way he wouldn’t break. You wanted to see him fall apart, feel him crack and erode away under your touch.

Hands should not betray their master. They should heed command, bide their time. Toji thought this with some amount of bitterness as he grasped bundles of your curly hair. He pushed his hips up once, a low groan falling out of his moistened lips. He should hold back, resist, make you work for it but your mouth felt excruciatingly hot tonight. If you kept this up, he would become a loser in his own home.

That was simply unacceptable.

He jerks your head back, your hair tangled in his thick fingers. “You can’t possibly think it would be that easy,” he tells you, looking down at your flushed face. His heart threatens to throttle him at the sight of you; the small trail of glistening drool oozing down your chin, the way your eyes reflected no fear only desire and desire alone. “Fuck,” he mutters as he pulls you up by the hair, forcing you on the bed. You flip over as soon as you bounce on the mattress, unwilling to give up the upper hand. You knew he was close, you just needed a few more minutes.  Arms reach for him, and he fights to push you back. You become a tangle of limbs, mouths like car wrecks, teeth nipping and pulling at skin. 

“You’re wasting my fucking time,” you spit as he pins you to your stomach to his bed. He is on top of you, grinding his hardened cock against your ass. His mouth is on your neck, your shoulder, biting and kissing. He holds you down by the nape of your neck, one hand pressing you down. His breath is hot against your ear.

“That’s the point, sweetheart,” his whisper against the shell of your ear is almost too much to bear. His hands slip underneath your body, squeezing in between you and the mattress. They find their home on your breasts. He grips them possessively. “You should have figured that out by now.”

You throw your head back, aiming for his nose but despite his blood pooling in his crotch, he is still in control of his senses enough to avoid you. Using surprise to your advantage you push him over, climbing over his body to straddle him. You trap his hands, gripping his wrists above his head before he can push you off. You’re not an idiot, you realize as you grind down on his cock, that he could push you off easily if wanted to.

This little nugget of knowledge pissed you off and it was made worse that you couldn’t explain why, not even to yourself.

“Are you going easy on me?” you ask him, teeth gritted, voice taut. Your efforts to push him off the cliff of ecstasy only bring you closer to it. Dammit, was he made of steel? He smiles up at you, relaxes his fingers. There’s an odd serene look on his face, as if he was perfectly content to lay there underneath you while you pretend to be in control. “You’re such an ass.”

He laughs at you, turns his face slightly as if he could see all the sides of you, every angle you thought you hid from view. 

“Is that what you really think?” he asks you. He knows what he was. He knows you’re aware. What was the use of name calling but stating the obvious? He took pleasure in watching your discomfort, as if giving in and admitting defeat was as bad or worse than losing a limb. “Give it up. You’re already out of time.”

You yell softly, restrained as you bite down on his lip, tugging until you feel the taste of iron. He groans, and captures your bottom lip as soon as you let him go, sucking hotly. He runs his tongue on your bottom lip, then the top. “Come on, let me fuck you.” You resist, let go of his wrists to push aside your panties.

“Get this through your head, Toji Zenin,” you tell him, breathless, as you kneel over him, adjusting his tip at your entrance. “I’m the one fucking you.” You kneel back down, slowly, mouth dropping open as you slide down his cock. You feel him stretch you, fill you, centimeter by centimeter. You press your lips tightly, trying to forbid the whimper from being audible but it’s useless. Your head lolls at the pleasure, eyes fluttering close. You hear his soft laughter, feel his fingers grip your thighs.

“Then fuck me already,” he says raising a hand to slap your ass. The crack is loud in the room, and your back arches at the feel. He groans low, feeling you clench around him. “You’re taking your sweet time.” He pulls you close, stops just before devouring your mouth. “I thought you said you weren’t a patient person.”

You despised the easy way he got under your skin. You despised how you don’t hate the way he remembers the words you say. You despised the way our hips move on their own accord, eager to please, eager to find the glowing bead of pleasure at the end of the abyss. Your hands wrap around his throat, and squeeze.

“Remember,” you breathed out, thoughts scatter and run as a moan interrupts your drive. You feel him flattened his feet on the bed, grip your hips. You feel him as he starts, pounding into you. You cry out, falling over at his speed and strength. His mouth finds yours, you taste the blood on his lip, bury your fingers in his hair as you moan.

“Remember what?” he asks against your cheek, diggings his fingers into your ass now, angling his hips. You close your eyes tightly, feeling him hit that special spot that makes you lose control every time. Your legs feel shaky, your toes curl. 

“What I said….” you say weakly, aware that it didn’t matter anymore; your false bravado or your stubborn tenacity. The truth was in the pudding–or in the slick cum making your thighs slippery, the wetness sliding down his cock. You had no chance in hell of fucking Toji Zenin. Toji Zenin always fucked you.

He laughs against your ear, moves his face slightly to kiss your temple. He keeps his mouth there, lips pressed tightly against your skin, one hand on your head to keep you in place. His other hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to thrust up into you. You cry out, hands splayed out on the mattress on the sides of his head. He laughs at you again, a little softer, letting you ride out your high. His thrusts only slow slightly.

“Come on,” he says, rolling you over. You watch him breathless as he takes off his shirt and you realize how ass backwards everything was when Toji was involved; down to the way  you were both still mainly clothed. “We have all night. You’re not giving up on me yet, are you?”

There’s a cold finger sliding up your spine, leaving fear behind on its wake. You had barely made it out last in one piece. You weren’t sure you could survive this time. 

“Fuck you, Toji Zenin,” you tell him, fully prepared for them to be your dying words. He leans down, encapsulates you in his arms.

“With pleasure.” His smirk is dangerous, fire in the staircase, no exits found. He was impending doom, and endless possibilities. Death, life, and all its contradictions. You swallow, and accept your fate.

If you died, you died.

[captain-mj]

What do I have to do for more Warrior! Ghost and Spoil! Soap???

I am but a little Fella obsessed with you cod AU's so please begging on my hands and knees for a part 3 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Heyo! This is actually pt 4 now! Crazy how fast we got here! Part 3

Ghost stared at the ceiling after he woke up. 

Bonnie. 

He had heard the term before of course. Multiple times from other Scots. Usually not directed at him. 

His skin tingled slightly. 

Soap was an idiot. Whatever game he was playing at, Ghost wasn’t interested. Even if he did look good in his clothing. 

Ghost bit the inside of his cheek until blood started to fil his mouth. He had to remember Soap was trying to survive. Doing his best to not be killed. He didn’t punish him for trying to escape. Wouldn’t punish him if he tried again, despite the vague threats he made. 

With a small sigh, he dragged himself from bed. Price needed to talk to him, he was pretty sure. Or maybe it was Alejandro… One of them anyway. 

He felt Soap’s hand on him, light and searching, still mostly asleep. Ghost looked at it for a minute before picking it up and slowly setting it 

Ghost flushed, thinking about last night. The way Soap said called him pretty and leaned in. His soft mouth, inches away from Ghost. 

Ghost was a glorious sinner, but the way Soap had said that. 

He got up and cleaned himself in a nearby river so he didn’t have to worry about Soap. He redressed and went to look for his coworkers. 

Alejandro was sparring with someone, trying to teach them how to sword fight more effectively. Their technique was terrible but he was a good teacher. 

The student fell flat on their ass. 

Most of the time.

“Hey, Ghost!” Alejandro put the blade to the person’s chest. “Need something?”

“Just out. Anything I can help with?” Ghost looked around, noticing Rodolfo trying to train someone else. The other guy was just as bad. This is exactly why he doesn’t train people.

“Mind telling this person where they went wrong?”

Ghost hummed and calmly told the person the long laundry list of what they did wrong. Their stance, their posture, the lack of center of gravity, even critiqued the way they held their blade.

“Eh, I think that’s enough, Ghost.” Alejandro was clearly laughing, even though the kid looked close to tears. “Now get up and try again with Smith.” He walked away from him, leaning against the fence.

“So. What state is MacTavish in this morning?” He grinned and leaned in close to Ghost, like they were whispering secrets to each other.

“I left him passed out in my bed.” Ghost answered, technically it was true.  

“Damn. Stone cold Ghost.” Alejandro looked at him, something right behind his eyes. Some thought or emotion Ghost couldn’t quite pin down. “Price just got back from raiding a village. Had a bottle of bourbon he was saving for you.” 

“Thanks, Ale. Good luck with these guys. They look hopeless.” Ghost pulled away. As he walked away, he could hear Alejandro laughing. 

Price never locked his door so Ghost just slipped in. It smelled nice, like someone was baking. He could hear someone in the kitchen, so he looked for him there. 

Ghost froze when he saw someone who was clearly not Price. Kinda short, blond hair, definitely not Price. 

“Oh. Hi.” The person looked up at him. “I didn’t hear you come in.” 

Ghost stared down at him, but they didn’t shrink back.

“If you’re looking for the Captain, he’s in his office.” They said after a moment. “Graves by the way.” 

Ghost just stalked past him and went straight to Price’s office. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Uh. Long story, don’t feel like explaining. Why are you here?” Price was already sliding the bottle over to him and Ghost took it. 

“Bored. Wanted to know when my next raid would be?”

“I think Shepherd has you grounded. Next one is Alejandro’s.”

“Fucking hell. I don’t like sitting still.”

“And Shepherd doesn’t like losing. Come on. Be honest with me, I know you. I know how you are. So I know for a fact, you aren’t doing anything to MacTavish.” 

Ghost sighed. The scars on his body itch. “I didn’t… He said…”

“I know, son. But you painted a target on your back. You’re going to have to deal with the consequences until Shepherd gets over it. And that means being on basics for now. Stay home, protect the village, strike fear into people’s hearts. You know. You’re least favorite things to do.” Price smiled at him and Ghost groaned.

“Keep the booze coming. I’m going to be in a drunken stupor for the next few weeks.”

“Will do, Simon.” 

Simon. 

“It suits you.” 

Ghost blushed under his mask and nodded. “Keep me updated on his moods. And the guy in there… It serious?”

“Working on it.” Price grinned at him. “Look, enjoy your vacation.”

“Absolutely not.” Ghost shook his head.

Price laughed. “Come on, Simon. It might be good for you. Get rested. What do you normally do between missions?”

“Hide in my home. I can’t exactly do that right now.” 

Price was clearly trying to not laugh more. “Look, just… I think there’s a festival tonight. Go to that.”

“Where?”

“Near the church.”

“I’ll be on the opposite side of the city. Thanks.” Ghost stood up. “See you later, Captain.” 

Price nodded and followed him out of the office, heading towards the kitchen. Ghost decided he didn’t want to stick around any longer, being in so many buildings lately was starting to grate on him. 

He went by his home and put the bourbon on the table. Before Soap could notice him, he left again. The festival was one of the ones for the seasons. For once, all of his mind was in agreement that that was not something he wanted to do. 

Ghost ended up perched on a building most of the day, standing like a gargoyle. His presence seemed to be enough to scare most people away. He sighed, watching a bird flit closer to him and sit nearby. 

“What, am I not as scary as a scarecrow?”

The bird cocked its head but didn’t move.

“Guess not.” 

Soap. It felt like all his thoughts lately were dedicated to the man. He had moved closer again in the night. Ghost knew he should stop him. Should’ve shove him off or make him sleep in the floor. But he didn’t. 

Soap’s hands had gotten so close to his mask. Ghost tried not to compare him to… anyone really. It was difficult. Especially when he said things like that. 

Ghost carefully put his hands over his ears, not wanting to scare the birds near him. He was perfectly in control of himself. He knew that. It would be a terrible idea for him to be anything other than that. 

Ghost was a sinner. An awful one. Sin permeated his being. Scars lacing his skin from it. 

But he lusted. He wanted to hear Soap call him pretty. 

Maybe not pretty. 

They could find a better word. 

Would those lips be that soft against his skin? 

Soap had looked stunning in his clothing. Even better when he was asleep in his bed. 

Sex wasn’t all he wanted. Greed. He wanted more. Wanted Soap’s attention. To make Soap his. Intimacy. Devotion. 

He wouldn’t act on it. Wouldn’t be… Wouldn’t be Roba. 

Ghost sighed. “You’re a terrible conversationalist.” 

The bird chirped. 

Ghost shook his head. “Talk to you later.” He hopped down, landing rather hard. His feet ached, but it was a good pain. 

The walk home was quiet. At some point while he had been up there, the sun had disappeared and the air had gotten chilly enough for him to see his own breaths. 

Ghost, after kicking off his shoes because they were slightly muddy, went straight to the- his room. He stopped quickly at the door. 

Soap laid out on his bed, clearly drunk. He had undressed but the blanket had been draped over him. Ghost remembered seeing paintings of people as a kid. Beautiful women and men in lovely portraits. Soap just happened to be missing the wings.

“You’re home.” Soap said softly, like he barely noticed Ghost was there.  HIs head tilted back and Ghost could see all the way down to where the v of his hips were. Could count the scars on his torso. The blanket just barely kept him from seeing more and for once he was thankful for it. 

“I am. Waiting for me?”

“Getting even. Fixing each other’s problems.”

“What’s my problem?”

“The mask. Take it off.” 

“No.” Ghost mumbled to the air. Soap was too sincere which meant he wouldn’t hide his reaction. Ghost couldn’t fathom what would be worse. A look of disgust? Indifference? A comment about how pretty he was? The only thing he knew was he couldn’t handle any of it.

“You said you didn’t look. You’re looking now.”

“I suppose I am.” Ghost stared to move closer. He could see Soap was afraid, though not as much as he probably should be. 

“Is this what you wanted from me?” Ghost’s hand gently cupped Soap’s jaw, his thumb pressed lightly against his mouth. They would be just as a soft. 

He chose not to answer the question. 

The bottle of bourbon, now half empty, sat on the floor by their bed. 

“You’re drunk.” Ghost tried to keep his voice neutral.

“A little. Got nervous.”

“Why?”

Soap just stared at him and Ghost could see now. The glazed look in his eye, the redness of his face. He could smell the booze rolling off of him. 

“I think I scared you. Just a little. I don’t understand how.”

“You didn’t scare me.”

“I did.” Soap grabbed his mask but Ghost caught his wrist.

“You’re drunk.” 

“Exactly. Won’t remember in the morning.” It felt like bait. Ghost just couldn’t figure out what for.

He withdrew from him. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” He grabbed the covers and roughly pulled them up, covering Soap’s figure as he looked away. “You’re drunk.”

“Why would you care about something like that?” Soap stared up at him. It wasn’t judgemental. That was the worst part. It was just calm curiosity.

“You won’t remember anything in the morning, right?” 

“Not a thing.” 

Ghost nodded. “I kinda liked when you called me pretty.” He shoved him down so he was flat on his back and left him. 

He made sure to grab the bottle. 

It was empty before the morning came.

[thereyvan]

pre-hiatus and post-hiatus? nah. these are the real subtypes of Fall Out Boy fans

note: this has been designed to be at least somewhat comprehensible to non-fans and new fans 

type 1: the regulars. these are the majority of FOB fans. whether they joined before, during, or after the late 2009 to early 2013 hiatus, whether they prefer the fandom nickname of Car-Crash Hearts, Overcast Kids, Youngbloods, or Fobbies, these are the fans that make up most of the fanbase. type 1s tend to like most of FOB's output, save for a few songs they're not that fond of. they probably follow the band's socials and maybe the band members' socials. overall, these are the FOB fans you're most likely to meet on the internet or irl. they can overlap with types 5 and 6, but are more on the down-low about it 

type 2: the stans. these are the really obsessive fans. they insist that they like everything FOB has put out and have probably heard the various 2001 demos. they're the fans that make it their life mission to go to as many FOB shows as possible and get barricade each time. a few of them get downright creepy with their stalking. it was a type 2/6 overlap that had a hand in causing Patrick Stump to leave social media. understandably, most other fans are not fond of these. they tend to overlap with type 5, occasionally overlapping types 3 and 4 as well 

type 3: the pre-hiatus gatekeepers(i know i said pre-hiatus ain’t a subtype, but this doesn’t refer to all pre-hiatus fans). usually, these fans joined the fandom between the band's formation in mid-2001 and the hiatus and are self-proclaimed “elder emos.” they put all of FOB's pre-hiatus work on a pedestal and degrade their post-hiatus work. they also tend to look down on anyone who joined the fandom after the hiatus. type 3s are the entitled elitists of the fandom. they tend to cross over with types 2 and 5 and occasionally 4. if they’re also a type 5, they're almost certainly horny for Pete Wentz. the one good thing about them is that the type 2 overlaps are the most likely to spread appreciation of Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley 

type 4: the smol-beanifiers. these are the annoying asses who infantilize the everliving shit out of Patrick. they noticed his adorkableness and introversion and exaggerated those traits to hell and back, justifying themselves by pointing out his endearing nature. i mean, while he is quite the cutie, these people take it way too far. they're the ones who tend to call Patrick a "smol bean" and act as if his sweetness makes him completely innocent, most just flat-out ignoring that that man canonically fucks. those that don't ignore that that man fucks almost always overlap with type 5 and are probably Peterick-loving fujoshis. type 4s were everywhere on mid-2010s Tumblr and Wattpad, but are less common now. most of them matured into type 1s, but some only worsened into type 2s. either way, there’s an all but 0% chance that they don’t overlap with type 6 

type 5: the simps. these are the fans that are down bad for at least one of the boys- some might say they're down colossal. type 5s can overlap with any other type and are the most likely to have an AO3 account. there's really not much else to say about these lil degenerates 

type 6: the Patrick lovers. yes, there's enough of these to get their own type. these fuckers- who can overlap with any other type- absolutely love Patrick. they are the #1 Soul Punk and Truant Wave defenders. notably, a decent chunk of the type 6s on the Fall Out Boy sides of Twitter and Tumblr("fobtwt" and “foblr”) are transmascs who project themselves onto him, relating to his insecurity about his body, the resulting fondness for wearing layers, and him being a measly 5'4". these features have also led a lot of generally insecure fans to attach themselves to him. there's also a lot of neurodivergent type 6s, as Patrick himself has ADHD. he also has asthma, which has led many fans to be even more in awe of his belting ability. a lot of them are also unspeakably horny for this man, seeing him as a certified DILF. i am admittedly one of these people 

EDIT: i didn’t mention the type 6 lesbians because i figured that was just a given 

[funkii-fox]

Should I block the French Guy?

This mf has the audacity to pretend to agree that AI “art” is wrong, then STILL is using AI to generate images of his ocs. I posted the quote of Araki condemning AI “art” and this fucking guy has the audacity to like it, even tho I had him in mind while posting it.

I was like “yk, I havent seen this guy’s story in a while because it’s 100% hateful, maybe I should check to see if he still does.” The most recent one I could find was from September 8th in a highlight abt ocs, but that’s not to say he hasn’t used it since and just didn’t save it to highlight. Make of that what you will, but I choose to believe he’s still using AI. I remember once I even had a convo telling him to stop using AI, but bro just went “ok” and still used AI BRUH🗿

But guess what else I saw: he likes Jimmy 😭😭😭 this was 100% expected tho. He once changed his pfp to Curly and i was like “your ass is NOT Curly ur Jimmy bro.” He posted 3 whole stories abt the community judging ppl that like Jimmy. He compared it to how ppl like DIO and said its bc he has pretty privilege and not Jimmy and thats why ppl judge them. I won’t lie; yes, most ppl like DIO bc hes pretty and charming, but at least he has some types of redeeming qualities. Jimmy is just 100% asshole. Every scene you see of him is he’s being a jerk or a fuck up that says “i can fix this” but actually can’t. Mouthwashing is SO un-nuanced in the way you’re supposed to hate Jimmy, it’s amazing rlly. We’re not even shown much of his personal life or other aspects of his personality; unlike other antagonists like Kira or Diavolo.

Now, am I gonna throw rocks at your window for liking Jimmy? No. Do what you want. But, i will psychoanalyze you and conclude that you like him either for the abusive dynamic or you like him bc he’s like you. This guy 110% likes Jimmy bc he’s relatable.

Simply looking at it face value right now, the way this guy is so OBSESSED with other people is insane. 90% of my conversations w this guy has been bruja arianna, snerufu, antis, women who make self insert ocs, or his arch nemesis Fay that he just can’t stop stalking. It reminds me of how Jimmy was obsessed and jealous of Curly’s success. He is also negative all the time. Even when making a joke, the punchline is always someone else or a cheap horny joke that comes across as a 7th grader. It reminds me of how Jimmy HAD to take Curly saying “i want more in life” the wrong way. It even manifests in the way bro had Curly as his pfp; because he wants to be like Curly.

We met from me shitting on bruja arianna. My criticism came from logic and a want to make change in the community, but it’s clear now that his criticism comes from hate and insecurity. He’s so passionate about hate, i think it’s the only thing he’s passionate about. He’s not even passionate enough about his own ocs to draw them himself. He’s so hateful he makes fun of women in the fandom for damn near anything they do, as if millions of ppl don’t also see him as a woman and as if he never lived as a woman. Then he hides all of his edginess as “im French lol we’re just angry :p” be so serious

His only other characteristic is being hypocritical. This guy “doesn’t deserve hate” but is constantly negative all the time. This guys gets upset at shit on a screen just to search it up more. This guy HATES bruja arianna for mocking trans men, yet all his male ocs are “androgynous” no mf they look like girls.

Chat, I don’t care anymore about being stalked. I’m stronger now. I have better things to worry about now that I have a life. I don’t care if he talks a lot of shit nor do I care if he “exposes” me for some made up bs. He can have a tantrum all he wants; i have better things to care about

Poll whether I should block him under the cut.

[tg-headcanons]

Hey dude! I was just wondering, with all the worldbuilding you do, do you have any tokyo ghoul ocs of your own?

I do! @fawntastic (who I made these ocs with) did a drawing of them here and I’ll put details under the cut because i have brain rot

First is Arlen Cain

He’s 6’0, 42 years old, ex Mormon, and seemingly a normal, if a little too straight laced, associate special class investigator in the Las Vegas branch of the CCG. The story he tells people is that he lived a normal life until a ghoul broke into his house and killed his family, which prompted him to become an investigator and attempt to hunt down the ghoul known as the Shrike who was believed to be the one that killed them. He has a reputation as a kind and hardworking man who is popular with his coworkers and impressive in his ghoul killing skills. However this is a carefully cultivated facade. In reality, the abuse and repression from his family had him on thin ice when he met a ghoul he fell in love with, and they killed and ate his family together. From the beginning he was working at the CCG to have an inside advantage in keeping his husband safe and has a long history of killing any partners who get too close to figuring them out. Between being raised in a cult, an affinity for cannibalism, and the increasing ease with which he kills other CCG employees, he has something so very wrong with him. He loves his family but everyone else is fair game and he doesn’t much care for human life

Next is Leonard Cain

He’s 5’0, somewhere in his late 30s, known to the CCG as the SS ranked Shrike and extremely off putting. He was born in tokyo, and lived on the streets as he never had a human identity. He moved from gang to gang to avoid being exterminated but became too high priority for the doves after he killed a senior investigator. So as not to endanger more people by staying in groups of other ghouls, he stowed away in a shipping container and ended up in bullshit nowhere Utah, where he met Arlen. He ended up falling for him after enough of his clumsy attempts at communicating with him despite knowing he wasn’t human, and after killing his family with him per his request, he stuck around and eventually married him. He worked several jobs as a bouncer before eventually settling into one at a casino his adopted son’s distant family owned, and since he says maybe 5 words a day and can’t make a normal amount of eye contact to save his life people mostly leave him alone. He has a reputation with the CCG for hunting with long Ukaku sharks by hand and staying on buildings or in trees

Then there’s Angela Kazmarik

She is 5’9, 33, a moderately strong kakuja known as The Plague Doctor and was only weeks away from getting her doctorate before she was outed as a ghoul. She was orphaned when she was young and to survive she stalked a notoriously bad foster home until one of the kids was killed, and quickly ate the body and took her place before the death could ever be reported. She was incredibly clever and skyrocketed through grades, eventually getting a full scholarship to an accelerated medical program. Her goal was always to find a way to allow ghouls to eat non-human meat food, but was discovered before she graduated and has been in hiding since. She lives with the Cains as she’s been a long time friend ever since she met Leonard while hunting and just refused to leave, and continues her work in secret. She funds it by doing questionable art commissions online and steals medical equipment. She’s become oddly obsessed with investigator Vivienne Mallory, makes massive shows of killing doves, and is all around a theatrical nuisance who is unfortunately able to get away with her cringe ass performances because she is horrifically strong. She’s no stranger to cruel and unusual methods of slaughter and her victims are often found uneaten but missing organs

Next is Ahiga Cain

He is 6’8, 16, an SSS rated kakujas known as Roadkill and an absolute horror show of a ghoul. As far as anyone knows, he’s a living fossil, the last surviving ghoul from a bygone era that was never meant to survive this long and who both humans and ghouls find deeply upsetting. He’s a southwestern American subspecies once known as the N’daga Hasteen, but is currently referred to as the Cave Ghoul thanks to fossil records of creatures like him and the CCGs reluctance to publicly admit that a ghoul with adaptations meant for hunting megafauna and mimicking human voices is still out there. He was born deep in the Grand Canyon where his mother was hiding him, and he lived there for only three years before the CCG launched a massive raid to kill her. She bought him time to escape, but he could only flee so far, and was found by Arlen hiding behind a dumpster. Thankfully for him Arlen reported him as a human child found captured by a ghoul and adopted him. Human Friends of his mother who were part of the tribe his family came from confirmed the story, and he’s lived with his dads and sister since. He grew close to them and spent several years living peacefully, but after being targeted by gourmet ghouls who wanted a piece of the last Cave ghoul, he and his sister began hunting and fighting against the CCG. Becoming a kakuja came naturally to him, and the CCG was completely unprepared to handle Cave Ghoul fighting abilities. He amassed a gang which has become quite a problem for the doves, and hopes to eventually be followed out of loyalty rather than fear that he’s well aware he instills in people. He is an apex predator, and despite his desire to be likable, he needs to be dangerous right now, even to the point of kakuja induced chronic illness and no longer being able to pass as human. But despite being built like a sleep paralysis demon, he hopes that eventually the conflict between humans and ghouls can end and he can go back to school and focus on a somewhat normal life

Finally there’s Megan Cain

Megan is 5’8, 16, avid 4chan user, and known to the CCG as the S rated Jaeger. Her mother was a friend of Arlen’s at the training academy and in the same squad as him in the Coyote King Extermination Operation that killed Ahiga’s mother. Unfortunately she was also killed in this attack, and Arlen, being her godfather, adopted her. Since she and Ahiga were both the same and and both orphaned in the same event, they became inseparable, and by the time the language barrier wasn’t an issue and they could speak each other’s languages easily, they were as close as biological twins. Being raised by a human and a ghoul and with the single weirdest subspecies still alive, she ended up very good at telling when someone is a ghoul, and with all the ghoul behaviors she’s picked up ghouls often think she’s one of them. When her brother was taken by a gourmet circle and came back changed, she was enraged by what people could get away with doing to ghouls and joined in on the war against the CCG. She was a natural with coding and machines, and she designed a lot of viruses for CCG computers and weapons for the ghouls. Her biggest job is keeping Ahiga under control. Since his kakuja is so massive, it has a mind of its own, all his brain power goes towards just keeping it alive, so she rides on it’s neck and gives it commands. Between that, and being the one who makes and equips the armor and kakuja mounted turrets, they are always together when they fight. The CCG has no idea she’s human, and if she spent as much time producing more weapons as she does bullying people on Reddit, they’d stand no chance

Again The other three OCs, Vivienne, Fawn, and Jonah, belong to @fawntastic and are part of the same universe! I’ll leave it to him if he wants to gush about them but oughhh I have so many oc thoughts I am rotating them in my mind

[drdtnsfw]

I saw one of you ships Jturo (Mod Mai I think?), and you know what, first time I’ve seen one. Jturo person, give me your HCs I’m curious

Hello, Mod Mai here! It might help you understand why I find them fascinating if you understand that I don't necessarily like ships as a romance. This is why I like Huvid and Ace/Nico/Levi. When I think of "ship" I think of at least one person obsessed with the other in any way. That's it. It doesn't need to be reciprocated, healthy, supported by canon, or have a happy ending. In fact I find it sexiest when pairings are bad for each other and enable the other's worst traits. That is what a ship is to me.

So as for headcanons(Ch 2 spoiler warning!) sfw:

J is like... a dream to Arturo. Ephemeral, and not really real to him. Not in the sense that he literally wants to become her(though he wants certain qualities of her, like her wealth, status, and resemblance to Mariabella) but in the way that a dream is very important to a human being. You need someone to hold in your mind that you want to become or you risk becoming David Chiem. Dreams are important to people, and so this idea of "something to look forward to" helps keep Arturo going.

J totally hates his ass, he only likes the qualities of her that she hates. She sees him as a fake, superficial person that only cares about status. She's sort of right, but in the sense that he became so morally skewed and socially awkward because he has lost any meaning in his life outside of his accomplishments, because he lost everything else in the process(his sister). She calls him names and he loves it. It really is that "this is someone's fetish for being yelled at, I'm not falling for it" meme.

Post ch2 there's time for their relationship to grow healthier as Arturo finds some semblance of worth in his life after saving Levi. His feelings for J still aren't what the average person would call "stable" but he tones down the stalking a bit. J doesn't forgive him but she does find his skills impressive as someone with a strong sense of morality.

If they actually talk, J will try to put Arturo in a dress to "see how it feels to be her." Unfortunately for her, Arturo does indeed love being pretty.

nsfw below the cut(content warning: violence during sex)

pre ch2 end or before a resolution, they hatefuck a lot. She jams her fingers down his throat. Slaps him a couple of times. He's into anything she gives him.

Of course, she's a tsundere about anything he gives. I don't see her as this girlboss character... at all really I don't think any of them are

She steps on him... a lot. Maybe there's a couple of kicks too. She likes to mark him with bruises and vent her frustrations out on him.

If they have sex after Arturo chills a bit with the stalking, she's still flustered, but is more forceful in the sense that he should "put that dirty mouth to good use."

Arturo's hands are slightly larger because he's a surgeon, and his hands are very deft. He can finger her well.

J does not like how long his penis is. Why does it stand like that. Why is it Arturo's twin.

Thanks for the ask!

[lovelyspring7]

Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ x Reader

Preview: Namjoon had this all planned out. Your father was a smart man, but unfortunately, even smart people make stupid decisions. He had abandoned you like a coward, saving his ass like the selfish man he was, thinking that leaving you would be the safest option for the both of you.

If you truly didn’t know where your father was, then maybe he should know where you were. After all, it would be rude to not attend his daughter’s and future son-in-law’s wedding.

Genre: Yandere, Mafia au

Word count: 7,7k

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Florist/daughter of a hitman reader, gangster Seventeen Jun.

Warnings: yandere, forced marriage, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, drugging, blackmail, isolation, murder, use of taser, non consensual touching, non consensual kissing, physicalviolence, abuse of power, manipulation, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, cursing, use of knife but not on people, blood, guns, absent mother, divorced parents, former alcoholic father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: My mind is BLOWN, I did NOT just write something like this did I? Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy the one-shot. Feedback is very much appreciated!💜

Soon. Soon enough will all of this be over.

Growing up and seeing your father avoid and deal with loan sharks since you could remember. Haven’t always been the easiest to handle.

You don’t blame your father because after your mother left your dad stopped working, the drinking got even worse, and for a while you had to live with your grandparents until your dad got his shit together.

After a year he claimed he had gotten everything sorted out, but no one believed him until one day he showed up at your grandparent's house with a bunch of gifts.

The same day, he treated you to a nice day at the carnival. He brought you all the tasty sweets, went on all the rides with you, and won you a plushy that became your childhood favorite toy.

For a moment, you forget all the pain from seeing your father and mother fighting for years, seeing mysterious cuts and bruises on his body, and seeing your dad get drunk to the point where he would pass out.

It had been a while since you felt happy and hearing your father laugh and smile, it made you feel like everything was fine now.

That was until you found out how fast your fairytale was coming to an end.

“Sweetie, I'm talking to you, don't walk away!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

“What dad?! You lied! You said you’d stop borrowing money from them.” You explained, frustrated by the whole situation.

“I know, I know I’m sorry I just-“

“Just what? Put yourself in danger once more? Dad, I can't go through this again!” You shouted, heartbroken that he would do something like that, knowing the harmful consequences.

“I’ll give the money back to them I promise, I’ll make it right.” Your father promised, stepping closer to you.

“How can I believe you?” You asked, finding it hard to believe him this time.

He took a glance at the bag filled with cash on the kitchen table.

“I’ll meet them up tomorrow and sort things out.”

“Promise me.” You said, raising both your eyebrows at him.

“I promise.” He promised, looking into your eyes.

“Come here sweetheart,” He said, pulling you into a hug.

You hesitate before wrapping your arms around him, letting him hug you. He breathed out while he kissed the top of your head.

“I promise I’ll make it right, now you go to bed, you’ve had a long shift.” He said as he quickly let go of you.

“And hey, I love you.” He said, smiling at you.

You gave him a soft smile, saying I love you back before taking a last glance at him while walking up the stairs to your room, hoping this time it would be different.

Your father started to get good at hiding, running away, and protecting himself from those who wanted to harm him. He managed to stop coming home all roughed up for a while.

He knew what he got himself into, the moment he took out his first loan, but what he didn’t know was the danger he had put you through as well.

The next morning you wake up still very tired, you look for your father but can’t seem to find him, assuming he’s out.

Running on 4 hours of sleep, you hurried to your full-time job at the flower shop.

You liked working there, mostly all your life it has been hectic and stressful, not a moment of peace and harmony, and feeling like you have no control over your life.

Taking care of flowers in the most gentle manner possible, carefully selecting the most beautiful ones one could imagine and making them into bouquets, happy to know that it would make someone’s day better made you feel content and in control of something for once.

“There you go.” You said to a customer, giving them the bouquet of the white peonies. “Thank you for shopping with us, hope your fiancée loves the flowers.”

“Thank you, she’ll surely love them, they are her favorite.” He said, smiling as he took the bouquet and stared at them lovingly for a few seconds before wishing you a good evening.

Tired from standing up all day, you stretch and as you let out the yawn you’ve been holding onto, ready to close the shop and go back home.

Before you could flip the sign that said closed, you see a woman approaching the shop, “I’ll be quick I promise.” She spoke loudly enough for you to hear from the other side of the glass door.

With that, you opened the door for her, “Thank you so much.” She said walking into the shop, “I need a bouquet for my mother, she, unfortunately, doesn’t have many days left.” She explained, looking down when she said the last part.

Feeling bad, and happy that you let her in, “I’m sorry to hear that, do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” You asked, walking toward the flowers you had left.

“I think roses?” She said, trying to remember. “Yeah for sure roses.”

“I have a few left in the storage room, I’ll go get some.” You said, taking the keys from the counter, you unlock the door looking for roses. You find some left, but you weren’t sure if she wanted a specific type, thinking you should’ve asked her that first before you came down here.

You turn around and see her standing there. “I’m sorry but no customers are allowed to be back here.” You said, cautiously watching her walk closer to you as you took a step back.

“Oh, I’m not a customer.” She said as she quickly pushed you down hard, making you fall onto the ground, along with shattering a few vases with flowers in them.

You quickly come to your senses as you try to hurry back up, but she takes a fist of your hair in her palm as she harshly pulls your head back and inserts something sharp into your neck.

“Let go!” you yell and to your surprise, she does.

You try to stand up but fall back down, laying down on your side as you couldn’t move and got weaker by the second. “I got her.” As soon as she said that, you could vaguely see two other men running into the room until your vision went fully black.

———

You try to squint your eyes open but quickly shut them when you feel a stinging pain in your throat, you hiss and try to reach for your neck so that you could rub the pain away.

Pulling, you can't seem to bulge your hand free, pulling even harder you now fully open your eyes, and you panic when you can’t seem to move from your spot. It doesn’t take a genius to realize you’ve been tied up on a chair, with both of your hands tied behind your back.

“What the fuck?” You whispered in a slightly raspy voice from the lack of water, you tried looking around for something you could use to set free until you remembered you had a pocket knife in your back pocket for when you used to trim the stems of the flowers. Utterly delighted that you had put it there, you try to reach your back pocket to pull it out but quickly stop when you hear voices coming from upstairs.

“Do you think she knows where her father is?”

Of course, this was about your father, damn it.

The voices got louder as they tried to unlock the door.

“I don’t know, but she’s our best luck for finding him.”

“We better, you know how the boss is.”

With that, a man entered the room. “Good morning sleepy head. I’m Jun!” He said cheerfully, walking down the stairs.

“How long have I been sleeping for?” You asked, scared that you might've been asleep for days.

“That's at least one of your worries.” He said, smiling.

“Your father, where is he?” He asked as he got all serious.

“I don’t know.” You said annoyed, he walked closer as he harshly grabbed your face “Don’t fucking lie to me.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“I’m not fucking lying.” You managed to say, trying to seem tough but the truth is you were one moment away from having a panic attack and crying your eyes out.

He roughly let go of your face, “Your father is a traitor, do you know what happens to lowlife scum like him? Hm?” He asked, smirking before speaking up again.

“They end up six feet under.”

Your heart began racing, you had no idea what he was talking about but whatever it was, it was something horrible. You didn’t get it, all your father did was borrow some money. Who could he have possibly betrayed?

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” You said truthfully.

“Your father was supposed to kill someone that caused us enough trouble, at the last second he spared his life and let him go. This almost caused us trouble.” He said, taking something out from his front pocket.

Your father attempted to murder someone? This can’t be right, you knew him, he wouldn’t do something so disgusting as taking another human life.

“Of course, we took him out, and now we need to take care of your daddy as well.”

“And you think I’ll tell you where he is?” You asked, thinking how stupid they must be for you to snitch on your father.

“For your best, I sure hope you do.” He said, holding up a taser as he walked closer to you.

“No, wait! Please!” You pleaded, trying to squirm away but it was no use, he aimed for your stomach.

You yelled from the cruel stinging pain, shaking as you lost control of your body. “What was that dear? Are you ready to talk?” He asked, not receiving an answer from you, he tried to tase you again but the ringing from his phone stopped him.

He answered the phone while looking at you, smirking. “Yes, boss? I understand, it won't happen again.” He said, as he hung up, looking embarrassed and frankly a bit shaken up.

“You’re lucky, I’m not allowed to touch you anymore. Only watch over you.” He said, putting the taser back into his pocket while standing against the wall, watching over you like a hawk.

You let a shaken sign out as you pulled your head back, relieved that you didn’t have to be tased again.

You carefully try to reach for the knife in your back pocket but can’t seem to have the strength to do so, your hands couldn’t stop shaking and your grip was weak. You had to be smart, they weren’t gonna let you go that easily and even if you did tell them where your father is, they would still kill you, there’s no doubt about that.

You tried connecting the dots, your father must have been a hitman. It makes sense, you didn’t want to believe it, but how he made money so quickly, how all of it was always in cash, and all those nights he used to come home late.

It made sense.

Your mother must’ve thought he was cheating on her if she’d only known it was much worse than that.

Getting a headache from all the shit that has been going on, taking a nap, and trying to regain your energy to recover faster would be the best thing for now. With that, you close your eyes and let sleep take over you.

———

“So?” Namjoon asked on the phone, getting out of his car.

“She’s sleeping, for now, boss, I don’t think she knows. She’ll be useless for us.”

“Don’t fucking underestimate me, you’re on thin ice Jun.” Namjoon threatened, ready to get rid of Jun at any moment now.

“My apologies, sir.” Jun quickly said.

“I’ll visit later today, keep a close eye on her, and don’t fuck up.” He said, hanging up the phone and pressing the button on the top level of the elevator.

Namjoon had this all planned out. Your father was a smart man, but unfortunately, even smart people make stupid decisions. He had left you like a coward, saving his ass like the selfish man he was, thinking that this would probably be the safest option for the both of you.

If you truly didn’t know where your father was, then maybe he should know where you were. After all, it would be rude to not attend his daughter’s and future son-in-law’s wedding.

———

You woke but you didn’t move a muscle, thankfully you felt much better than you did before. With your head down, you slightly open your eyes to see if the guard dog was there, you could see his shoes standing in the same spot you saw him last. Still acting like you’re asleep, you try to reach for the knife you had in your back pocket, you get a hold of it with your fingers as you slowly slip it out.

Still acting like you’re asleep, you magnate to cut free from the rope, catching the rope as it almost landed on the floor, making a sound. You grip the knife tightly in your hand and act as if you just woke up.

Yawning before speaking up, “hey bastard, this place got a bathroom?” You asked, looking around, jumping your right knee up and down.

“No,” he said in a monotone voice.

“What do you get out of this?” You asked in a curious tone.

“Hopefully the pleasure of killing you.” He coldly said.

“Go for it.” You said like it was nothing that your life could end at any minute now.

“Oh right, you can’t.” You smiled smugly. You could see he was getting annoyed by poking his tongue into his cheek, giving you a death glare.

You needed him to get closer to you.

“You need permission from your big, scawy boss don’t you?” You laughed loudly, mocking him.

He almost marched closer to you, bending down to your level while smiling maniacally as he took the taser out, but before he could tase you, you quickly kicked him hard in the face resulting in him falling on his back.

You quickly got up from the chair and searched for the keys to the door in his suit. Looking at him, you must’ve given that man a concussion judging by the amount of blood he had running down from his nose.

You finally found the keys, you took the taser and taser him a few times on the highest level possible just in case he woke up, and for him to have a taste of his own medicine.

You get up and walk to the basement door, still not feeling the strongest, you manage to unlock the door open and see if someone is nearby, thankfully no one was in sight.

You try to run down the stairs, looking for an exit, to your luck, you find a door leading to what seems to be a parking lot, you look at the building and it looks familiar, you finally remember where you’ve seen this place before.

In a magazine, it’s the famous luxury hotel in the country: Kim Hotel.

Was it a slump? Was the business shady? Maybe the hotel was a coverup for the bullshit that went down there.

You start panicking at the thought of being involved with such powerful people, you feel like you couldn’t breathe so you start to hyperventilate, feeling dizzy you don’t notice the man approaching you from behind. “Miss? Sweetheart, are you okay?” He said, looking at you up and down, making sure you weren’t physically hurt anywhere.

This was your chance, frantically you try to explain that you needed help “Help- help me I’ve been kid- kidnapped and-“

“It’s okay slow down, slow down tell me what happened?” He asked, looking at you while holding the sides of your arms, trying to understand you but not being able to.

You took a deep shaky breath before speaking up, “a woman, she kidnapped me and a man looked me up in the basement.” You cried, looking over your shoulder in paranoia.

“Kidnapped?” He asked, with knitted eyebrows.

“Yes! And-and this woman, she drugged me and he started to taser me.” You continue as your voice gets louder and shakier.

“Shh it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He said, trying to calm you down as he pulled you against his chest, hugging you while trying to calm you down by rubbing your back in circles in a comforting manner.

“I forgot my phone in my office, it’s not far. I’ll call the police from there.” He said, pulling away to look at you.

“Okay, but we need to hurry, they might find me.” You said, looking around once again.

“Come with me.” He said, taking your hand as he led you inside the hotel through the back door.

Trying to act as natural as possible and avoid attention. You try to avoid the workers, scared that they might recognize you and report you to their boss.

You get into the elevator and notice he’s pressing the top level. You finally reach the highest level, still holding your hand, he takes you into his office.

He was well off, he looked like it in his grey suit. He made you sit down on the couch in his office, bringing you some water to hydrate. You gladly took it as you thanked him and chugged the whole thing.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Sir, the police.” You reminded him.

“Oh, I didn’t bring you here to call the police baby.”

“You’re the boss aren’t you?” You asked, fearing for your life, hoping that you were wrong. But his dimpled smile was enough of an answer.

You grip the armchair, digging your fingers into the black leather couch, looking at the door you came in from before.

How could you be so stupid?

“Don’t, even, think, about it.” He slowly said, watching you from his desk.

“I don’t know where my father is.” You admitted.

“I know you don’t know,” he said, walking closer to you. He tucked your hair behind your ear, you started to tremble, trying to back up a little bit he quickly got a hold of your chin as a warning not to test him. He slightly tilted your chin, making you look up at him. “Do you think your father cares about you?”

What he asked caught you off guard. Not answering the question right away, “Yes, he cares about me a lot.” You said, glaring at him.

“Is that so?” He gently let go of your face and sat down on the couch on the opposite side of you.

“Then why hasn't he saved you yet? You’d think he’d be looking for you after three days, after all, he was the one that got you into this mess.”

3 days?! You had been kidnapped for 3 whole days! You hated admitting it, but he’s right. Surely your father had his reasons, maybe he’s plotting to save you right now?

Not knowing what to say, you look down as you try to stop your tears from falling. Trying to stay strong for the both of you.

“Let’s test how much your father cares about you, hm.” He said, leaning closer to you.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, scared by what the answer might be.

“Surely he’d quickly come and try to save you by offering himself, that is if he saw his baby girl getting married to the man he hates more than himself.”

“No, no I can’t do that! I refuse!” You stood up, attempting to run to the door but you fell on your knees.

Fuck, he drugged you. The familiar feeling was back, your vision getting blurry as the ringing in your ears began.

“Ah, perfect timing.” He said, referring to the drugs he has put in your water.

“Don’t worry, we’ll sort everything out once you wake up.” He explained, crouching down to carry your bridal style. Fitting, you thought.

“No” You managed to whisper while trying to push him away, but it was no use.

“Shh, it’s okay, just close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.” He tried to reassure you.

Not having the energy to fight it anymore, you close your eyes, the last thing you saw was his dimpled smile while he looked down at you in awe.

“I’m taking her to my house, prepare for the wedding. And take care of that imbecile Jun.” Namjoon said to one of his men, annoyed that no one seems to be competent these days.

“Yes sir.”

This was it, he finally had you exactly where he wanted.

———

You groan as you slowly wake up, feeling hot and sweaty. You remove the blanket from your body to feel the cool air touching your skin. Feeling a little better, you quickly sit on the bed and look around, not knowing where the hell you were.

You found yourself in a bedroom, laying in a king-sized bed surrounded by soft pillows and blankets. The room was huge, and most of the furniture was black and grey, with some gold details.

You try to remember what had happened, and the last thing you remember was talking to him about getting married…

You start to get stressed out so you get up from the bed, now noticing someone has changed your clothes into silk pink nightwear. You started to freak out, he dressed you and took your knife?!

You start looking for an exit, ready to get the hell out of here. You run towards the door and try to open it, but it won’t budge.

“Going somewhere?”

You freeze at the spot you were, slowly turning around to face him.

Where the fuck did he come from?

“Baby I asked you a question?” He said with knitted eyebrows, walking closer to you. You don’t dare to move, “Nowhere.” You said in a low voice.

“For your sake, I hope not.” He said, looking at you up and down, knowing you’re lying to him.

“Where am I?” You asked, looking out the window trying to figure out where you were, but it was no use because all you could see were trees and bushes.

“Your soon to be home.” He simply said, now standing right in front of you.

“As I said, I won’t do it.” You said, fed up at this point.

“Baby, I wasn’t asking.” He said, getting slowly frustrated by your refusal to comply with his sick, twisted request.

“I’m being generous enough by letting you know beforehand.” He said, trying to catch your gaze.

“I don’t even know you.”

“My name is Kim Namjoon, I’m 28 years old, and my favorite color is yellow.” He quickly said.

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, so you just stood there looking at him weirdly.

“How long?” You broke the silence, “How long until?”

“Hopefully, we’ll be married tomorrow.”

Tomorrow?! You thought, you slightly widened your eyes, not believing what he had just told you. That doesn’t give you enough time to plan an escape, you have to think of a plan, fast.

“Where’s my ring?” You asked, playing along to his twisted game.

He smiled, delighted that you asked him that question. “I thought we’d go on a walk, I know how much you like flowers.” He said, gesturing to you to hold his arm like two couples in love.

You weakly smiled at him as you grabbed his arm, he walked you out of his beautiful house. Too bad the owner of it is scum.

He opens the front door and you’re greeted by an almost magical looking view, it looks enchanting.

It was large and had all kinds of different flowers and plants, they all matched in similar colors, making it look neat and dreamy.

You walk closer and the fragrant floral scent gets stronger as the warm wind softly goes by while the sun shines brighter than ever, you almost forget he was next to you until he spoke up “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You said truthfully, not being able to take your eyes off it. You walk through the garden only stopping to touch the soft, silk-like petals of a ranunculus.

You spot big yellow rose bushes and walk towards them, you slightly bend down and smell the lovely roses that had violet and almost lemony scents. The aroma calms you down, reminding you that everything’s gonna be okay, eventually.

“Why yellow?” You asked, turning around to face him, curious about what he’d say.

“I once heard that yellow roses represent delight, new beginnings, and happiness.” He said, looking at you as he had a pleased smile on his face.

The sun shined even brighter, it laid on top of his honey-like skin, he looked warm and welcoming. For a second there, he almost seemed innocent and pure.

Namjoon got a hold of your hand as he took something out of his pocket, you weren’t sure of what it was until he gently slid it on your ring finger.

Your heart started to beat fast again as this situation you were in got even more real, if he wasn’t some deranged psychopath, this would’ve been very romantic and lovely. But unfortunately for you, he was.

You quickly slip your hand out of his, and you start to get even more nervous. What if your father didn’t come? What will happen if he doesn’t? Will he get rid of you too?

All these thoughts started to race through your mind and your breathing got even quicker.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked, noticing the state you were in, holding your face as he scanned the issue, not knowing it’s him that’s causing you to panic.

Wanting to desperately get away from him, you try to pull yourself together for once. “Nothing.” You breathe out, looking at the flowers that give you comfort. “Nothing, I’m- I’m fine.” You reassured him, trying to control your breathing, avoiding his gaze and touch on your skin.

That was until he suddenly pulled you in and kissed your forehead, it seemed like he was checking your temperature because he stayed like that for a few seconds. He didn’t look like he believed you because he sent you to his bedroom and told you to get some rest, after all, you needed it for your big day tomorrow.

“Boss, he decided to reach out.” One of Namjoon’s men said, giving him the phone.

“Let her go!” Your father yelled at the end of the line.

“Or what?” Namjoon asked, amazed that he dared to speak in such a high insulting tone with him.

Like father, like the daughter he chuckled.

“This is between us, she has nothing to do with this.”

“Well now she does, I have you to thank for that don’t I? Father-in-law?” Namjoon teased.

Your father grew angrier by the second, ready to curse Namjoon out as he cringed at the last part.

“You put her in this situation, I’m just claiming what’s mine after all these years.” Namjoon simply explained.

“Namjoon you bastard!-“

With that, Namjoon hung up the phone. At this point, it didn’t matter if your father came to try and rescue you or not. He had his mind set already, you were his and nothing was stopping him from getting what he wants: you.

———

You sit in Namjoon’s room for what seems like hours, not being able to sleep. You look around for other possible ways to escape.

You could break the glass windows, but that would be too much of a risk. You sit on the bed, running your hand through your hair in frustration but soon get interrupted by a knock on the door.

The person enters the room, and you look up and see it’s the dog from the basement. He seemed more roughed up than you saw him last, he must’ve gotten a beating.

“Take this, Bosses orders.” He says, handing you some kind of pill and putting a tray with food on the bed.

The pill looked like a painkiller, but you weren’t taking your chances. You’ve been drugged two times already, enough is enough.

“I’m not taking that.” You quickly said.

“Please, just take it.” He said, looking at you scared of what Namjoon would do to him if he messes up once more.

You started to feel bad for him, so instead, you gave him the pill.

“You look like you need it more than me.” You said, giving him a slight smile.

He hesitatingly took the pill, looking at it for a second before swallowing it without any water.

Before he could leave, you just had to ask “Do you have any news about my father.” You asked, desperate to know anything at this point.

He stops for a moment, not sure if he should further interact with you.

He closes the door and walks closer to you. “I heard he called earlier, he’ll for sure be there tomorrow. And when he does, he’ll get killed. There’s no doubt about that.” He explained.

Relieved that your father was alive, “You said my father lied about killing someone he should have?”

He nodded before speaking, “But I think the issue is more than just that, usually boss stops when the person is dead.”

“I think he’s angry because your father betrayed, and humiliated him.” He clarified.

That somewhat makes sense, but why does he need to marry you? Maybe it was to piss your dad off?

You take a deep breath, ready to ask something that could either set you free, have you live in eternal misery, or not live at all.

“Can you please help me escape?” You whispered harshly, grabbing his arm and looking at him in desperation.

“I can’t, it’s too much of a risk.” He looked at you as his eyes widened by your sudden plea.

“You don’t have to do much, I just need a distraction.” You tried to persuade him.

You study him, not sure if he’d want to help you or not. His life is at stake already, it would be stupid to help you and he’s already risking it by talking to you right now.

He breathed out through his nose, “Okay fine, but we need to be careful. We only have one shot at this.”

“Thank you.” You said, almost not believing that he agreed with you, you could’ve sworn you imagined it.

“When you walk down the aisle, I’ll set off a distraction by shooting nearby, Namjoon will order his men to take care of it, and when he does.” He pauses.

“You run.” He says, dead serious, he takes out his car keys giving them to you, “The car is parked behind the house. You drive until there’s no more gas left, do you understand me?” He looked at you in the eyes, holding your hand with the car keys in your palm.

Before you could answer, you hear the door open. Quickly letting go of your hand, he walks out of the room with his head down. You look at Namjoon glaring at Jun until he fully leaves, he closes the door and takes off his suit jacket, “I hope he didn’t bother you.”

“No, he just left some food with a painkiller.” You said, tightly gripping the car keys in your hand. You were sure it would leave a mark but you didn’t care.

You watch him nervously as he ripped off his tie, “huh,” he said, walking toward the walk-in closet to get changed. Meanwhile, he was there, you quickly put the keys in your bra.

He came out a minute later, wearing shorts with a simple black T-shirt that sat snuggly on his body, highlighting his silhouette and toned figure.

What a waste of handsomeness you thought.

“Have you had a chance to see your dress yet?” He asked, sitting on the bed edge of the bed.

“No.”

“I have a few selected for you, you can choose the one you desire. I also have a few trustful people hired to take care of your hair and makeup.” He explained, pausing to turn to look at you. “So don’t try to escape. Understand?”

“Yes.” You said, looking at the tray of food. Not sure if you should eat it or not. What if it had some kind of drugs that make you feel too tired to run away?

Before you could decide if you should eat or not, your stomach decided for you because it suddenly started to make a grumbling growling sound.

You looked down at your stomach, cursing under your breath, embarrassed that he had heard you, but surprisingly the big scary mafia boss laughed.

You looked at him, thinking why was he laughing?

“Cute.” He said smiling, carrying the tray to the coffee table. “Eat up, it’s safe.”

Not needing to be asked twice, you decided getting some food in your system wouldn’t be so bad. So you get up and sit by the chair near the table and start eating.

After finishing your food and getting ready to wash up, Namjoon suggested that you should sleep early, to look your best tomorrow.

You finish washing up and walk towards the bed to grab a pillow to sleep on the couch. Namjoon notices, “What are you doing?” He asks

“Sleeping on the couch?” You said, stopping at your spot.

“No, you’re sleeping with me tonight.” He ordered, grabbing the pillow out of your hand while pulling you to bed.

“Fine.” You said through clenched teeth, giving up easily, not wanting to anger him.

You try to put a pillow between you guys but he quickly grabs it and throws it on the ground. Soon enough, he pulled you in by your waist so that he could be the big spoon.

“Seriously?” You asked, irritated while you tried to get away by pushing him, but it was no use.

“Shh go to sleep now, you’ll need all the beauty you could get.” He coed, turning the lights off as he wrapped his arms around you while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Hating how suffocating, but somewhat nice it felt. You try to relax, thinking over the plan and hoping that Jun wouldn’t betray you.

This was your only chance, you couldn’t afford to mess it up.

———

You are woken by an annoying beeping sound, still feeling a bit groggy, you try to locate the sound by listening to where it came from.

Ah, the alarm clock. You aggressively hit it, still in bed with your face buried into a pillow.

Or so you thought because it started to vibrate, making a chuckling sound.

You quickly look up and see Namjoon staring at you with sleepy, sensual looking eyes, greeting you with a good morning smirk.

You swiftly get up from bed, now finally feeling fully awake. You clear your throat, “Uh, it’s bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day before the ceremony.” You explained, continuing to play the part.

“You’re right, but I have a good feeling about this.” He said, sitting on the bed before getting up to get ready.

“Baby, I need to take care of some things. Can I trust to leave you alone?” He asked, walking towards the bathroom.

You nod, as you watch him turn on the shower. You turn your back around, checking if the key was still there because it strangely felt a little too comfortable, thankfully it was still there.

Now all you had to do now was get dressed without someone noticing you have a piece of metal between your boobs.

You sit on the bed for what seemed to be a half an hour, waiting for Namjoon to get ready to leave. He fixes his tie once again, “They'll be here in five minutes. Can’t wait to see you then.” He said, gently kissing your forehead before heading out.

It wasn't long until a whole team of makeup artists and stylists swarmed into the room.

You look at the dresses Namjoon had chosen for you to choose from, they were all beautiful wedding gowns but you had to let your personal taste stay behind because you needed to choose the most practical dress to run away in.

You chose the one with less fabric and more space so that you could run fast. The dress was still very stunning as it looked gorgeous.

While you got your hair and makeup done, you couldn’t help but stare at your wedding ring the whole time. Hating the feeling of the beautiful diamond ring wrapped around your finger like that.

It wasn’t long until you were ready, the team that had gotten you ready looked pleased, waiting for you to take a look at yourself in the mirror.

You turn around and see that you looked almost unrecognizable, not in a bad way, but more in a way where you didn’t ever think you could ever look this beautiful.

Stopping yourself from almost crying at the thought of getting married this way. This was not how you’d imagined it. You were gonna marry someone you love, someone you could spend the rest of your life with, someone that made you happy and made you feel complete.

This, this was not it.

You clear your throat before recollecting yourself, thanking the team for their hard work while you sit in Namjoon’s room quietly.

You hear a knock on the door and Jun enters the room, “The ceremony won’t begin in a few, boss said you could arrange your bouquet if you’d like?”

“I’d love that.” You said, getting up as he escorted you out.

He seemed to look better today than yesterday, he still had an awful bruise on his face but you could tell it was healing quickly.

He walked you out and you could see that the ceremony was being held in the garden, you could tell by the nice subtle decorations and the beautifully flower-decorated gazebo right in the middle of the garden.

“You look pretty by the way.” He said, holding a pair of floral scissors in his right hand. Understanding that you won’t be the one cutting the flowers for your bouquet, only arranging them.

“Thank you Jun,” you said, weakly smiling at him while walking towards the white roses.

“Will you cut these for me?” You said pointing at the white roses, he cut a few of them and a few others you had told him to cut.

Holding a bunch of flowers in your hand, you return to your room, but before Jun could leave you all alone again, “Remember the plan.” He said, giving you a sad smile, as he slowly and carefully closed the door.

You arrange the flowers into a pretty yet elegant bouquet. Satisfied by how it turned out, you get interrupted by one of Namjoon’s men knocking on the door, shouting from the other side of the door that it’s time.

You take a last glance at yourself in the mirror as you take a slow deep breath, putting the veil over your face. You hold the flowers in both of your hands in front of you.

You had to remember this was a fake wedding, something to lure your father into Namjoon’s palm. But even then, what will he do to him? Kill him and then let you go after all of this is over? You’d doubt that.

You try not to think about it anymore to avoid further stress, the last thing you do before walking out is put a fake smile on your face.

You hear music playing and you understand that’s your cue, the doors open and you could see Namjoon standing in the gazebo. If it wasn’t for your fucked up situation. This would have seemed like a marvelous wedding ceremony, but it could not be the furthest thing from that.

Noticing some of Namjoon’s mobsters guarding the place making it almost impossible to run away, but you don’t see Jun.

You walk out, focusing on looking at him. He stood there with his hand on top of the left one, smiling, almost looking pleased with himself.

Sick fuck you thought.

As you got closer and closer, your heart started to beat faster and faster. Swallowing your fear, you now stand right in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, looking at you with lustful eyes.

And just like that, you hear loud gunshots. With everyone’s attention on the sound and the bodyguards running towards it.

You start running like hell.

Running to the backyard, panicking, you take out the car keys and press to unlock. Finding the car and running towards it, you open the passenger car door only to find a person falling down the seat.

It was Jun.

With a bullet through his head.

The sight had you nearly passed out, but before you could react, someone harshly grabbed your arm.

“Let go!” You yelled, trying to set free but not being able to.

He didn’t respond as he pulled you towards the garden.

“I said let go!” You yelled once again pulling away from him, only this time harder.

He lets go and leaves you alone, that is until you hear a sigh so you turn around and look up and see Namjoon staring at you with a disappointed look on his face.

Now you were fucked.

“What did I ask you not to do?” He calmly said, which scared you evermore.

“Don't try to escape.” You mumbled, trying to look away from him.

He walked closer to you as you flinched back a little, he grabbed your face to look him in the eyes.

“Exactly, but you did it anyway.”

“Baby, do you know what happens to people who disobey and betray me?” He asked, a slight smile forming on the corner of his lips.

“No.” You whispered, scared of what he might tell you.

“Come, let me show you instead.” He quickly said, tightly grabbing your arm in an almost brushing grip, pulling you towards the yellow rose bushes.

“You were right, your daddy does care about you huh baby?” He said, still pulling you as you struggled to keep up.

“Babygirl, I want you to say hello to my father.” He said, pushing you down on the soil in front of the first yellow rose bush.

“My mother.” He said, pulling you to the next one rose bush.

“And lastly,” he paused.

“Your father.”

No, no no no it couldn't be.

“Do you understand now not to test me baby?” He asked crouching down to your level as he gently held your face in his palms.

Not knowing what to say or how to react, you stare at him in shock, nodding fastly up and down.

Your dress is now completely ruined as your hands and feet sink deep into the dirt, you tightly grip the soil under you in your hands, feeling how it gets under your nails.

He looked at you in adoration as he tucked your messy hair behind your ear, taking a closer look at your face before gently pulling you in, placing his warm lips against yours, giving you a peek.

He slowly pulled away, using his thumb to wipe away the single tear that slid down your flustered dirty cheek.

“Until death do us apart.”

———

*4 years ago*

Namjoon had a heated discussion with your father. Your father wanted to quit doing his dirty work and of course, when you’re in this life you can’t get out of it, not alive at least.

“I don’t think that’s smart of you to do,” Namjoon said, getting up from his leather office chair.

“I know you don’t care about your low life but you surely care about your daughters.” Namjoon continued, threatening your father.

“Leave her out of this!” Your father yelled, pulling a gun out of his pocket and aiming it at Namjoon.

Namjoon smirked, almost laughing at the pathetic man in front of him.

“There’s no need for that,” Namjoon said, looking at the gun, but your father stood in the same position until he was knocked out by someone behind him.

“Torture him until he comes to his senses,” Namjoon ordered, looking at the passed-out man in pity and disgust.

“Yes, boss.”

That night, Namjoon decided to visit the precious daughter that he had been curious about for a while now.

What made you so special that your father would give up his life for you? That kind of thinking didn’t make sense to Namjoon.

He parked right outside your flower shop, watching you from a distance as he studied your features.

You were rather beautiful, an eternal kind of beauty, alluring and almost delicate looking.

He watched you as you finished up the last bouquet for a customer.

A bouquet of yellow roses.

He watched you as you stretched your arms up and yawned, he couldn’t help but giggle as he thought of how cute and silly you looked while doing it.

Shocked by the sound he made, he quickly cleared his throat and looked around as if someone had seen or heard him.

Why did you have this kind of effect on him? He didn’t understand but it made him confused, he started to hate the idea of you being gone so he decided to do something he’d never thought he would do: let you live.

Before he drove off, sparing your life. He looked up at the light from the waxing crescent moon.

Despite it being only a crescent moon, it looked very bright, almost white. Glowing, glimmering, and shimmering. It nearly looked magical as he felt like he was enchanted by it.

He looked at you again as you flipped the sign from open to closed.

He carefully watched your moves as you walked through a door, disappearing into a room filled with beautiful flowers surrounding your beautiful self.

You could say at that moment…

He was moonstruck by you.

[pamgkrthwrites]

Hello! I really enjoyed your hc's for the Isekaied/abuse survivor! Darling, I was wondering if you would do hc's about the same type of darling? After reading the original post I can't stop thinking about how yan! Wukong & Yan! Macaque would react to a darling who -after a while of the lesser demon incident, & is now more comfortable with our favorite monkey men- tells them that darling never did get to give them a proper reward for being darlings hero 😳 darling ends up giving them darlings first kiss & (if you feel up to writing nsfw) maybe darlings first time? It's a big thing for darling (especially with their history of abuse) & they want to give it to the one person who ever really tried to protect them😳

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Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience, if you are under the age of 18 do not read below. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. The content below has Yandere Themes such has unhealthy relationships, lover obsession, abusive relationships, mentions of past abuse, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, creepy behaviour, sexual harassment, dub-con and mentions of stalking.

Yandere!Wukong

He has noticed you are getting closer to him ever since he saved you and he knows your not faking it anymore

Like I said at the end of his part in the last ask, he is over the moon about your willingness to stay with him and that you are putting in an effect to be his partner now.

What he wasn't expecting was you to be so forward so quickly and now accepting when he gropes you.

The day of the attack and after he has taken you home and you thanked him when he puts you two to bed, that's when you take the chance to give him a kiss as a thank you.

Fireworks are going off in his head, his heart is pounding and he has become lightheaded.

After that, he notices you don't pull away when he gropes you. So he started to push it to see where was the line now that you were letting him in.

He starts pushing his hands up your clothing. He starts pushing his crotch against your ass if you standing still. He starts dry humping your hip or leg when you're close to sleep. He "lets" you walk in on him as he smells your underwear.

(Dub-Con ahead)It gets to the point that one day you are just sitting and watching TV with him and he just pulls out his cock and starts jerking himself off. You just sit there, forcing yourself to stare at the TV as you can hear him moan your name and cum into his own hand. He moves you onto his lap, pulls down your pants, puts his hand - that still has cum on it - onto one of your thighs to keep your legs open and starts to masturbate you with his free hand.

Because of your history of abuse, after he saved you you felt as if you owed him something. So whenever he was being sexually creepy you allowed it from a mix of feeling as if you owed him something and you being smitten with him.

So feelings his fingers trying to pleasure you felt like a sick reward to you. From you for him saving you and from him for you being so good to him recently.

Yandere!Macaque

For Macaque, it's a little harder. He goes back to stalking you and so you find it hard to find him to give your thanks, though it doesn't take you long to realise he was watching you that night.

And it doesn't take him long to realise what you're trying to do and gets real bashful. He does read it in your journal of course but that doesn't stop his heart from beating so fast and his cheeks burn when he learns you want to see him.

It takes him a week to bring himself to see you again, at night though. He doesn't want to be seen nor to freak you out with hoe ugly he thinks he is.

So when he sees you staring up at him with big eyes and a slight blush to his cheeks be feels on top of the world.

You blushful and shy when you say thanks to him. He seems cold but really he doesn't know what to say as he is exploding from just being this close to you. Then you had to hold him by his scarf to pull him down for a kiss.

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and he pulls you close, kissing you deeply. You got his addicted to your lips, first mistake. He is going to go crazy.

He actually starts to think you love him too, even if its just you smittened with him. He offers to walk you home and really you should be surprised he knows the safest(though not fastest) way to your home.

He lets himself in and sorta becomes your pet. Sleeps on the couch but yeah, you are now stuck with him. Try to get rid of him, see what happens.

He really believes your in a relationship with him now and will get actually angry if you even mention going on dates with someone else and will confront you about it. If you don't see the issue he goes to the other person himself and makes the person ditch you.

He really enjoys getting kissed by you, his tail starts to wag and he purrs. If you ask what he wants for a reward though, he will answer with a stone cold face to claim you and your pretty little neck. Once he does that though, then he will fuck you until bred.