#classrooms sure are fun =w=b

[autism-corner]

ok its that time of the year where i put one song on repeat and make picrews. =w=b

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[beembeem]

Halloooo, I'd like a platonic Aizawa x reader where the reader is a student of his and tries to do EVERYTHING to not be in the Limelight bc they hate the attention? Also, they're planning on becoming an underground hero :33 Remember to drink water <33

Thank you for the request! I really had a lot of fun writing this, it was nice to write again after my break!

Stay hydrated, everyone!

You had been on aizawas radar from the first day of school. You never joined any clubs and participated in any school events. He's never seen you openly interact with anyone in your class aside from a quiet "yes" or "no." Although you performed well at the festival, you went home the second you had won your fight. Your lunches were spent in an empty classroom, so you'd avoid the groups of your classmates. He's not even sure anyone knows your name. Public speaking and being social is part of the job so when the first month of school ended and he noticed you still werent participating in any clubs or sports teams he took the opportunity to put you in on the PA with mic.

You'd be let out of class five minutes early to make your way down to the PA room and announce school news and maintenance. "Hey listener! Are you ready to get to work?" The blond yelled, and you nodded."Alright! So here's what you need to read. Don't be shy to add your own funky twist!" He handed you a sheet of paper,"just keep it school appropriate. " he laughed, and you glanced over the paper just the usual. Staircase B is out due to quirk mishaps and a new lunch special "so.. do I just read it?" You asked, staring at the PA system. The thought of the whole school hearing your voice made your stomach turn. "Yep! There's nothing else to it! Here." He stood up from his seat and motioned for you to sit."Are you ready?" He asked "uh-"great! " he didn't give you time to finish he pushed down on a bright red button in front of the microphone before saying his opening phrase "hey hey hey listeners! It's your one and only present mic and" he motioned for you to say your name "y-y/n" You stated, your voice breaking a bit " and we have a few updates to share with you guys! So y/n take it away!" He motioned for you to announce "u-uhm for today's announcement, uhm... s-staircase B is out of order, and uh, because of" you tried to be confident, but the words died on your tongue instead tears welled up in your eyes and present mic put a hand on your head before taking over and finishing the announcements. When the announcements were finished and turned to talk to you but your seat was empty, and the door was ajar.

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Aizawa stared blankly at you. "You want to be... an underground hero?" He repeated your words, and you nodded. "That's a first for 1a," he chuckled quietly to himself. You stared at the classroom floor and waited for him to speak again. " Why?" He asked before picking up a sheet from an earlier test and marking a few questions "w-well I don't think I handle the public as well as everyone else. You probably heard how I was on the PA system. And with the way my quirk works, I think it'd be better to work underground. Plus, I think it'd be a great opportunity for me to keep my identity a secret. " You rambled a bit anxiously, but your teachers focus still remained on the sheet. "Y/n, I get what you're saying. I really do." He started,"but you need to learn how to socialize if you want to be a hero. " he stated,"b-but!" He raised his hand, cutting you off."No buts. What if you need to control a crowd? Or help a lost child? Even if you become an underground hero that won't change what you need to learn, you frowned a little and sighed before turning back to your desk to get your bag and leave. "But." You turned to face him."If you can learn to effectively socialize and stay on the PA system for the rest of the school year, I'll mark you as an underground hero, " he said then turned his attention right back to the sheet of paper. You smiled and thanked him before leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind you.

[hoshigray]

˗ˏˋ Summertime ⛱ Madness ˎˊ˗

Dear Diary...summer is finally here, and you're ready to spend it all with your best buds — Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara! Because the season is meant to be eventful, no? Though, how eventful? You already have plans with your friends to make every day count...Yet, so much has happened this summer that you NEED to write it all down! Especially since five men, in particular, have put you through a complete whirlwind of a summer...

Collector's Note: Hi, hello!! This is my first time doing something like this, but to commemorate getting 1k followers (tysm!!), I felt this would be a fun way to celebrate!! These entries will be posted throughout the summer (with dates provided), so keep your eyes open for when a diary entry opens! They can be read as standalone fics, but some (2-3) may be linked with one another. And no, they are not gonna be in first-person, only for this post as a sort of introduction to the pieces, lol. And FYI: these adorable sea-themed dividers are made by the wonderful remi (@cafekitsune), whose dividers I use non-stop!! Thank you sm for the dividers as always, remi, love what you do sm!!

Diary Status: ongoing!!

Word of caution: fem!reader - modern AU - age differences (the reader is at least in their 20s; the guys' ages will be specified in their respective fics for convenience's sake) - explicit content/nsfw so minors DNI - mentions of alcohol/drug use - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - taboo (consensual sex b/w professor/undergrad; a friend's relative) - size differences - one night stands - be sure to read the content warnings (cw) to fully grasp what each fic will contain before reading!

Intrigued readers: wanna be tagged when an entry is posted? Lmk in the replies plz!

✎﹏﹏﹏ 📖 Y/n's Diary Entries 📖 ﹏﹏﹏✎

Dear Nanami Kento... ༄ My Professor's Final Spring Praise

Entry Narrative: Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs? Contents: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions. Completion: July 3rd (Nanami + my bday :DD so I better see y'all wish me and my hubby a hbd or this shit isn't getting released >:T)

Dear Satoru Gojo... ༄ Sweet Blind Summer Fling

Entry Narrative: Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!? Contents: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh). Completion: July 24th

Dear Suguru Geto... ༄ Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves

Entry Narrative: I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for! Contents: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness. Completion: August 4th

Dear Choso Kamo... ༄ In[put]s & Out[put]s

Entry Narrative: My friends and I are getting ready to go out, but I'm feeling a little nervous about my outfit since it looks a little risqué... So, I took a pic of it and sent it to Itadori to hear his thoughts. Come to find out...I instead sent it to his half older brother, who was coming to pick me up......and he liked the outfit so much that he gave me his personal opinion?? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

Dear Toji Fushiguro... ༄ Secrets, Sweat, and Summer Fever

Entry Narrative: The gang and I hung out at Megumi's place for the last week of summer. But when I'm left at the house alone with Megumi's hot father, how am I supposed to act normal after "accidentally" eavesdropping on him jerking off to me!? Also, why and how the fuck does he know about my personal endeavors!? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

© hoshigray 2023 ~𓆉~ Diary entries above are collected by, written by, and belong to me, so please do not steal, edit, or post my works. Or I'll find all the people in your family who don't know how to swim and throw 'em in the ocean (and yes, that includes you). :/

[littlebittykittycommittee]

Y'know, one aspect of the new Chara lore that just dropped that strikes me (besides uhhh, all of it lol) is that what we know about Chara for sure just really reinforces over and over again, how they really were a little kid. I know people headcanon them different ages because it makes sense to them or it seems to match their behavior or w/e, but really, 9 is their favorite number?? .... they even have a favorite number that they've discussed (apparently at length)???

Like, look at their sprite (and Frisk's) and then look at Kris'. Literal babies. And so much stuff little idiosyncrasies about them doubles down on them having these very childish likes and habits, like them overfilling their glass ("for efficiency!!!") and proudly toting it around, spilling it everywhere. (And the narrator theory, how excited they get over the toy chest in Home: "Look at all these cool toys!" Honestly, how much they talk/narrate in general?? Kiddo's here to A) chatter about everything they see and B) make fun of you. They're doing the Simpsons' HA HA point and laugh, you just can't hear it.)

Seriously, imagine them standing at the front of a classroom and introducing themself with the little things we know about them: "My name is Chara. I really like reading and drawing and golden flowers, my favorite food is chocolate, and my favorite number is 9."

I think that gets lost sometimes, with how Asriel is very clearly a little kid because of how he acts in the VHS tapes and how serious and eloquent Chara is when we see them at the end of the Murder Fun Times route, it seems like sometimes people think of Chara as much older and more serious than Asriel. I know their in-game lore is dark as shit, but there's so many little things that keep underlining that they're really a little kid who got in way over their head. Like, I seriously doubt they're even in middle school.

[satureja13]

Sunrise at Mos Verdantis 🌄 It's the day of the Starfleet tests they'd been preparing for for days now. And the whole night through. Jack and Kiyoshi didn't even bother to enter their tent. They are afraid being just the two of them - this close together - would only lead to trouble again ö.Ö' Somewhen in the early morning hours, Jack fell into a restless sleep. Kiyoshi only wishes it would be easier for Jack to accept what they are feeling for each other, so he doesn't have to blame himself so much for what they did a few hours ago. Kiyoshi already worries enough for both of them. He just hopes Jack will be fit enough to concentrate on the tests.

Vlad and Ji Ho are sitting on their bench, still learning. Ji Ho is quickly scrolling through a book of extraterrestrial lifeforms he hadn't had the chance to read yet. He still has a lot of questions since he had never been overly interested in Science Fiction. Ji Ho pointed at a picture: "So there are birds attacking space ships? ö.Ö' "

Vlad: "That's not a bird. It's a Mynoc. A silicon-based parasite. They were often seen leeching power from spacecraft and could absorb matter from a ship's hull causing it to breach, and if not caught in time, cause catastrophic failure." This Boy still has so much to learn...

Jeb looked at his phone: "It's time to get ready." Sai sighed from the depths of his soul. They can't leave those behind who fail, so they'll all have to succeed. All for one and one for all.

Rubyn already set up their special exam chamber. The Boys think it's awesome - and thoughtful of Rubyn to prepare an enclosed space for them. Like this they won't get distracted! They're already over-revved as it is ö.ö

Rubyn: "May the force be with you!"

Said, closed the chamber and started the Holodeck Exam Simulation... Wild animations flickered on the walls that surrounded them, R-3X blared out cryptic commands and they got attacked by spaghetti and meatballs from above! Saiwa: "What the ... ???" Oh no. That was it for taking the exams in tranquility and silence... Sai shouted: "I don't think this is the original Starfleet exam protocol, Rubyn!" Rubyn, from the peaceful outside: "You're right! That would have been too expensive either. It's my own ^^' But it's generally accepted in this part of the quadrant!"

The poor Boys giving their best under worst conditions! Jack can't believe he signed up for this...

After - a much too short - amount of time, the computers were replaced by the B-64 Training Bots. Fighting and dodging the spaghetti bullets! 🍝

Luckily the Boys had already been trained in the Defense against the Dark Arts Classroom at the Magical School beyond the Veil for this!

Meanwhile, the Little Goats and Kumo started to pack the Boys belongings - and made sure to also add the Romantium ore. For future fun.

It was already noon when the Boys finished their tests and Rubyn gathered them to reveal the final results - and if some of them have failed...

But they all passed! Yey! Well done, Boys!

They are so excited! Their first time in space! But poor Jack was still crestfallen and Kiyoshi felt bad. This is such a great moment for Jack. Not many love space and space ships and all things space as much as Jack does. And Kiyoshi ruined it for him. By not being able - again!- to keep his cool and resist woohooing Jack...

The Boys picked their stuff together and Rubyn took them on board of the Millenium Falcon - to transfer them to Albaleyh's ship. Their home for the next weeks. Or months?

And this is how the Boys left their home planet 🌏 to boldly go where no Boy has gone before 🚀

'When it's love you give. I'll be a man of good faith Then in love you live. I'll make a stand. I won't break I'll be the rock you can build on Be there when you're old. To have and to hold When there's love inside. I swear I'll always be strong Then there's a reason why I'll prove to you we belong I'll be the wall that protects you From the wind and the rain. From the hurt and the pain

When it's love you make. I'll be the fire in your night Then it's love you take. I will defend, I will fight I'll be there when you need me. When honor's at stake This vow I will make

Don't lay our love to rest 'Cause we could stand up to your test We got everything and more than we had planned More than the rivers that run the land We've got it all in our hands Now it's all for one and all for love Let the one you hold be the one you want The one you need 'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all When there's someone that should know Then just let your feelings show When there's someone that you want When there's someone that you need Let's make it all, all for one and all for love'

Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, Sting - All For Love What a song! Sends shivers down my spine whenever I hear it. OST from 'The Three Musketeers' 1993

Rubyn kept some of the photos she took and put them on the wall in her workshop.

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[definesanity]

Reverse The Years...

When she came to, it was on a bed she has not seen in 34 years.

Vertin had near enough ended it right there and then, were it not for the fact there was nothing she could do so with in her room.

The Foundation, always making sure their hounds never got too many toys to play with...

With a practiced ease, she got out of bed, and saw herself in the mirror.

That child was her once more... and she already knows her plan.

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Classes were interesting. Shockingly enough.

Maybe it's because she forgot some things, that relearning them was fun, for once.

Sonetto, who looked as cute as a button (she can say that. She thinks.), also looked in surprise at Vertin's heat-seeking questions.

One question followed another in a stream that seemed to extend long and wide, and by the end of the lesson, even the Instructor looked impressed.

Exiting the classroom, Sonetto quickly caught up with Vertin, who she herself was mumbling about getting a notebook.

"I..." Sonetto cleared her throat. "Did not know you could be so inquisitive, Vertin."

Vertin blinked in surprise, but then remembered that, she was not the Timekeeper. Not anymore...

"Lessons were interesting today," Vertin replied. "I just asked about things I was curious about."

Sonetto nodded. "It's a good thing, Vertin. One more misstep, and you might have been sent to the guardhouse."

Vertin hummed. "I know, Sonetto. I'll try to behave myself." the grin on her face made it hard to believe, however.

She continued through the hallways. The white felt suffocating. How did she go through not tearing them down, back then?

The white marble protected and made them all weak. To die as weapons, not as people. Vertin said different.

Maybe that's why she awoke to instantly fall into eternal slumber by a bullet to her skull.

"Psst," a tiny voice said. "Psst!"

Vertin paid no mind, until-- "Timekeeper!"

Vertin turned to the noise so fast she was sure her neck was about to snap. There, behind a corner, was Lilya, motioning her hand in a 'come hither' gesture.

Vertin approached cautiously. The two stood in front of each other, and Lilya leaned down...

...To pat Vertin's head.

"I said, didn't I?" Lilya grinned lazily. "Now, it is my turn to pet you."

Vertin near enough had her jaw on the ground. "...You... remember?"

"As far back as today," Lilya replied. She then rubbed her eyes, trying to stop her tiredness. "Ugh, this is too weird... did we go back in time?"

"Seems so." Vertin replied in turn. "Things are currently too esoteric for us to understand. If things go the way they did..."

"Lilya nodded, her expression grim. "Breakaway." she clicked her tongue. "There's only so much we can do, there's only three of us."

Vertin blinked. Then, turned to Matilda.

"I applaud your correct usage of 'esoteric', at least." Matilda dryly said. "Still, how--"

"You also remember?" Vertin interrupted. Just in case.

Matilda spluttered. "W-What?!" she looked flabbergasted. "Would I TRULY be conversing with you if I did not?!"

"True," Vertin hummed. "You never did like me."

"I-- YOU were an academic annoyance, getting in my way of my rivalry with So...!" she trailed off, turning red as Vertin and Lilya gave her unimpressed looks. "L-Lessons will start again soon!" she spat out, "Do not be late!"

She stormed off, leaving Vertin standing with a slight smile and Lilya looking smug. Taking a swig, the pilot gestured to Vertin. "Get going then, Vertin."

Vertin nodded, and walked away.

They found a path, away from the light. And the lamb found twin blades of silver, sharpened beyond their years.

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Did Vertin have a lack of a will to learn? No. She just knew lots of things beyond her years, was all.

Even still, her increased participation in lessons made it so Sonetto began to talk to her more. While nice to hear her childhood friend once more... it felt strange, too.

Sonetto was not yet free, her spirit bound to the pale palace.

Vertin needs to send her outside, beyond the walls, in order to open her eyes.

Does anyone else recall the past... future? She did not know yet.

Although, this changed when she came face-to-face with Mesmer Jr.

She looked down at Vertin with a strange expression. She looked as if she was debating something internally, a number of ponderous questions, with clues only the former keeper of time may know.

"Will you...?" she asked, an eyebrow raised, a tinge of hope in her voice.

Vertin's face was blank, and had something to say to the misunderstood girl. "I'll make sure the same act of 'genius' does not happen again."

Mesmer Jr., for the first time since Vertin had met her, smiled. If a bit venomous, and without much faith. "Make sure of it."

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Later, after classes were down, the four... Recallers? That'll do for now, gathered in a hidden corner of the SPDM. According to Lilya, the camera didn't actually work. Even still, the four were all careful.

"You mean to say, we just wait?" Mesmer Jr. asked, a rising anger in her voice, but Lilya waved her off.

"What can we do, right now?" Lilya replied, moving her carton from one hand to another. "We all are kids again, and our Arcanum is next to nothing."

Matilda nodded. "Everything that happened was planned... how do we break it...?!" she whispered to herself in thought.

Vertin, sitting nearby, was also deep in thought. This happened because of her actions. If she could replicate it, but without harming anyone...

"I have a plan," she eventually said. "Do you all trust me?"

All three looked a little sheepish, Lilya most of all, but eventually nodded.

Vertin sighed to herself. 'Just what has been practiced countless times, right?'

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Heaven [03]

ー The scene starts on the stairway at school

Yui: ( Azusa-kun offered to walk home together, but where has he run off to now...? )

Hm...? Over there, is that...?

ー Yui runs up to him

Yui: Azusa-kun!

Azusa: Ah...Yui-san...

Yui: You weren’t there when I went to pick you up from your classroom, so I was looking around for you. So this is where you’ve been.

Azusa: Ah...It’s that time already...? I’m sorry...

Yui: No, it’s fine.

Azusa: The corner of this mirror is broken, so I was playing around watching my reflection...

See? ...When you angle your face like this, it appears split, don’t you think? ...Fufu...

Yui: B-Be careful not to make contact with the shards, okay...?

( I mean, as long as he’s having fun... )

Azusa: Hey, you should stand next to me as well...Let’s have some fun before we head home...?

Yui: I don’t mind but...How will we turn a game out of this?

Azusa: I’ll...come up with something now...

Yui: ( Ah...Now that we’re lined up like this, it really shows how much taller Azusa-kun is than me. )

( I mean, it only makes sense but it really gives off those masculine vibes, I’m getting a little nervous... )

( His shoulders are much broader than mine as well...As are his chest and hands... )

Azusa: ...Hm? Why are you staring to intently into the mirror...? 

Yui: Ah...W-Well, I was just thinking how much taller you are than me...

Azusa: ...You don’t like that?

Yui: T-That’s not it...I-I suppose I’ll try straightening my back a little!

( Uu...I can’t look him straight in the eyes... )

*Rustle*

Yui: H-Hm...I guess I still can’t match his height just by stretching a little...

Azusa: ...You would have loved to be a little taller, huh? ...I can relate to that feeling a lot...

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: I’m on the shorter side for a guy as well...So I am envious of Yuma and such...

ー He steps closer and embraces her

*Thud* 

Yui: ...!

Azusa: But you’re so very cute, even smaller than me...So I can hold you in my arms like this...

So please don’t beat yourself up over it...

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: Ah...But even if you had been tall, I’m pretty sure I would have just gotten a chair and embraced you like this nevertheless...

Yui: ...Thanks. But it’s not like I wanted to be taller or anything...

Azusa: Eh...? Then why didn’t you look me in the eyes while you were talking to me...?

Yui: ( He noticed. I-I might as well just spill the beans at this point...! )

Y-You appeared to very manly to me...So I was too nervous to make eye contact with you.

Azusa: ...Oh.

Is that true...? That you got nervous from my manliness...?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Azusa: I see...Fufu, I get it now...I’m so very happy...Hey, show me your face...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: A-Azusa-kun...?

Azusa: Huh? I wonder what happened...? Your cheeks are flushed...

Yui-san...You cutie...

Yui: ( He’s slowly leaning in... )

( I usually wouldn’t want him to kiss me in public but...For some reason, I can’t resist him today. )

Azusa: Ah...Wait...Could you face away from the mirror...?

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ...? W-Why...?

Azusa: I want to be the only one who can see the faces you’ll be making...

I don’t even want to share it with my own reflection...

Yui: ( ...! A-Azusa-kun... )

Azusa: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Nn...

Azusa: Hah...Show me all sorts of expressions, only to me...Nn...Nkuh...

Yui: Ah...Azusa-kun...Uu.

Azusa: Don’t...Nn...

*Smooch* 

Yui: Nn...

Azusa: I’m sorry...I can’t stop...Nn...Nkuh, nnh...

Yui: ...Pwah...

Azusa: You’re so adorable, Yui-san...

Yui: ( I’m already a flustered mess from how different he seems than usual... )

( But when he sucks my blood so intensely, it makes me weak in my knees... )

Azusa: Show me...lots of other faces. I love you...Eve.

ーー THE END ーー

[aeoki]

Autumn Forest - Chapter 8

Location: Yumenosaki 1-B Classroom Characters: Shinobu & Nazuna

Yuuta: Ahahaha. I see, so that’s what happened.

I came to check and see how you were doing, but you apologised so profusely, so I was wondering what had happened~

I connected all the dots thanks to your explanation, Anzu-san.

Hm? Am I angry? Of course not. Everyone had a sense of responsibility and did their best to find Marron, right?

Marron was found in one piece so all’s well that ends well~♪

Shinobu-kun looks like he’s having a lot of fun playing with Marron over there. There’s no way I can be angry.

And to think the thing that Morisawa-senpai was searching for back then was Marron, huh.

It looked like it wasn’t something he could easily tell someone, so I thought it was a failed test paper or something.

Huh? Is Morisawa-senpai similar to its owner?

No, he’s more like the exact opposite. Why that question?

Ohh~ So Marron took a liking to Morisawa-senpai, huh. That’s strange. I wonder why? He didn’t even have any food with him.

…Ah! Could it be that Morisawa-senpai smelled like tea olives?

Morisawa-senpai passed a line of them? Ahh, so that’s why ♪ I’m sure it’s because of that then.

Humans might not be able to tell, but animals probably could.

There are tea olive bushes growing in Marron’s garden, so Marron must’ve thought Morisawa-senpai was someone close to its owner.

Whenever me or Aniki hold a tea olive branch in our hands, Marron comes running over.

So Morisawa-senpai transferred that scent onto Shinobu-kun and Marron started lowering its guard around him, huh. But right now…

Shinobu: Yuuta-kun, Anzu-dono~! I feel left out seeing as you two were talking amongst yourselves!

Yuuta: Ahahaha. Don’t get so sulky. We were just talking about how you’re getting along so well with Marron.

Shinobu: Yeah! It follows me wherever I go so I think it’s going to be hard for me to even go to the toilet. I’m in a bind ~de gozaru.

Yuuta: Oh, you~ It’s not like you completely hate the idea~

Shinobu: Ehehe, Marron actually climbs up onto my shoulder when I call it ♪

Yuuta: I see you guys are the best of friends now. Right, Anzu-san? ♪

Shinobu: ……? Yuuta-kun and Anzu-dono are both nodding their heads? It feels like they’re so in sync! On second thought, I really do feel left out~!

Yuuta: I-It’s not like that!

Shinobu: Then, could you two also play with Marron? I let it run free indoors so that I don’t mess up again!

Yuuta: Ahh. So that’s why it’s in the classroom. Come on, come over here, Marron~

Shinobu: Ohh? It knows you too, Yuuta-kun. It went over to you so easily.

Yuuta: Well, I’ve played with it a lot. Anyway, won’t we get in trouble if we let a squirrel run loose in a classroom?

Shinobu: Nito-dono, Leader-dono and Anzu-dono checked with the Student Council!

I’ll be sure to keep an eye on Marron so that it won’t cause any trouble to the other students, so they gave me permission to do so for a limited time ♪

Yuuta: Ohh~ Looks like our school is pretty flexible, huh. Good for you, Shinobu-kun.

Shinobu: It is but… that limited time means it’ll just be for a few days since Marron will have to go back home.

I’m a bit sad…

Ah, but I won’t throw a tantrum and not give Marron back, so please rest assured ~de gozaru!

Although, I will feel kinda sad…

Yuuta: Then how about we go and visit Marron after that? You won’t be sad that way, right?

Shinobu: …With you, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Huh? You don’t like the idea of going with me?

Shinobu: N-No, it’s not that! I’m happy! W-Would you be fine with me?

Yuuta: Ehh~ Say what? There’s no point if I don’t go with you, Shinobu-kun. I bet if I told Aniki, he’d probably want to come along too, though.

Shinobu: Oh? You want to come too, Anzu-dono? Then let’s all go visit Marron! I’m looking forward to it!

Yuuta: It’s way too early to say that now~ But I’m excited too ♪

Shinobu: We’ll definitely go pay you a visit, Marron~ That’s why I won’t feel sad ♪

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[pileofmush]

purple goldfish

: ̗̀➛ You’re just a girl, but you know a thing or two about love: That’s how you know Okkotsu and Rika won’t last.

scenario : ̗̀➛ childhood friends au w/ okkotsu yuuta

info : ̗̀➛ tags: fem!reader (called a girl), rika has a presence here, a lil morbid & offputting but still cute at times i swear >.< // cw: non-linear narrative, canon-typical horror, proceed w/ caution // wc: 4.8k

thoughts : ̗̀➛ in honor of yuuta's return!! the tags make this seem scarier than it rlly is. she's cute! she's fun :3 + also crossposted on my ao3

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You’re just a girl when you learn what love is. 

It’s the tiny brown snail that fits in the center of your palm. The smiley face a friend draws in the corner of your sketchbook. The bunny-shaped cloud you spot in the sky. The lunch bag thrust in your arms before you walk to school.

That’s how you’re sure. 

What Okkotsu and Rika have— it’s love. 

In a way.

A cloying, bundle-under-the-covers-like-puppies kinda love. Bubblegum sweet. …But not long-lasting. Hubba Bubba love. It’ll dull on your tongue after a few chews. 

You’d never tell them that, though. Rika’d probably push you down the stairs if you did. Best not poke the hornet’s nest on a whim. They’ll grow out of this phase, you’re sure. You’re all just kids, after all.

Whatever happens, as long as Okkotsu and Rika are happy, you’re happy.

(You’re just a girl when you learn that little girls can die, too.)

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would.

Orimoto Rika hates a lot of things. You know this about her because she tells you just about everything she’s feeling. And a lot, if not most of what she communicates, is some sort of contempt. She hates math, bugs, feet. The color orange, bad breath, and most of her female classmates. She hates being the center of attention. She hates not being the center of attention. She hates her teacher, and her grandmother, and you’re pretty sure her deceased parents, too.

You don’t mind the complaints. You hate things as well. Like, crooked lines. Asymmetrical haircuts. Extra loud noises. Bears. Odd numbers. And that’s pretty much it. You keep them all on a list so that you won’t forget.

Rika calls you strange, but you take it as a compliment. 

Though, if anyone is to be assigned the title strange, it’s Rika, who hates and hates and hates with nothing less than a picture-perfect smile.

She’s a complicated girl. The most complex one you’ve ever met. 

Maybe that’s why you like her so much. 

The first time you meet Okkotsu Yuuta, he finds you crying on the floor of an empty classroom. He squeaks, pulling your attention from the linoleum tile to the doorway, where he hovers about awkwardly.

You wipe your eyes and glare at him, bracing yourself for the load of teasing you’re in for. Surely he’ll call his friends so that the entire student body can come laugh at your pathetic display. But the laughter doesn’t come. He stumbles over to you on weak knees—like that baby deer Bambi from your favorite movie Bambi—and sits beside you.

“You’re in my class, right?” 

You shrug. Wipe away another stray tear. You’re in 1-B, but truthfully, you have no clue who is or is not in your class. He doesn’t seem familiar to you. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, a glow of youth coloring his round cheeks red. He’s wearing a baby blue tee with a triceratops on it and a mild smile.

No, you can’t say you’ve noticed him before this encounter. You’re still new—have yet to get your bearings. Everything’s different over here. The local convenience store doesn’t sell the brand of chips you like. Lunch starts at a different time. The school playground’s smaller here. 

It’s just. Off. Everything’s off, and you don’t— you can’t—

“Don’t cry, it’s okay,” the boy says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts. A fresh set of tears laps against your waterline. Instead of casting judgment, his tone is quite gentle when he asks, “What’s wrong?” 

Nothing is wrong. You’re what’s wrong. 

He notices your hesitance and supplies you with another smile. “I’m Okkotsu Yuuta,” he says. He’s missing a bottom tooth. “You’re the new girl, right?”

Relatively. You give a slow nod, still not certain about this strange kid’s motivations. What does he want? He does know that you’re both currently missing class, right? Someone will come looking for you any minute. You could get in trouble. He doesn’t act like it though. He’s gotten comfortable, cozying up next to you on the floor.

He looks at you, really looks at you, with sad puppy eyes. 

“You’re lonely, right?” 

The question knocks the breath from your lungs. Yes, you whisper. Very.

This girl doesn’t like you much. She waited at the school gates for Okkotsu, not you, so you understand why her body stiffens when she spots you; why she takes a step back. But then Okkotsu trudges forward, and so do you, as he’s tugging on your left hand. 

The girl’s big brown eyes narrow at your connected hands, her smile unnaturally large. You pull your hand from Okkotsu’s sweaty grasp, his gaze ping-ponging between you and the girl. A hopeful bundle of nerves. Be our friend, his eyes sing. 

You don’t… You don’t want to let him down. 

“Yuuta, who’s this?” The girl asks. You cut yourself on the edge of her voice: all blade, drenched in honey. 

Okkotsu opens his mouth to speak, but you have a feeling he’ll say the wrong thing. So you quickly tell her your name, that you’re seven, and new. “Please take care of me,” you say. Then you bow. She seems like the type to like that.

She does. She blinks a few times; the tension in her body relaxes. She’s very pretty, like that. Her hair flows behind her back like water. Her skin is unblemished, save for the tiny mark beside her mouth. Pretty, indeed. You tell her so. She preens, just like you expect her to.

You don’t expect it to affect you, but when she steps up to you, lashes fluttering, and clasps your hands together, you melt. Even you have a weakness for pretty girls, you suppose.

“I’m Orimoto Rika. You can call me Rika.” 

Okkotsu sighs in relief, mirth dancing in his eyes.

You smile.

It’s not supposed to be like this. You stare, hands clenched into fists. Something sharp pierces your palms—your nails. It doesn’t matter. What’s one drop of blood to the liters pooling around… around…

You tug on the scarf wrapped around your neck. A slowly tightening noose.

Okkotsu trembles to your right. You hear him whimper her name. His knees shake. You wonder if he’ll collapse, right next to her. The body. 

He doesn’t. 

You’re glad. It would ruin the yellow hoodie you got him. For his birthday. 

Oh God, it’s his birthday.

Okkotsu and Rika are genuinely a joy to be around, you come to find. They take turns pushing you on the swings, and don’t pressure you to spin on the merry-go-round, because they know you get dizzy. They include you in their conversations and go out of their way to make you smile.

Whenever lunch comes, Okkotsu pulls a chair up to your desk so that you can eat together. He slides his snacks over; you peel his oranges for him. Sometimes you talk about cartoons, sometimes you help him with his homework, and sometimes he watches you draw. Other times, he tears a sheet of paper out of his notebook, and you two play games like hang-man, or tic-tac-toe. He rarely wins, but he never gets angry.

He also possesses the uncanny ability to know whenever you need a distraction: quick to ask you a question he already knows the answer to, or to start humming a tune under his breath, or to offer you a flower he plucked from outside. 

For example:

You’re staring at the mystery novel in your lap, swinging your feet back and forth on the bench you’re cooling down on, to little relief. Sweat clings to your skin as you open-mouth pant like a weak little dog. 

It’s summer break, and you, Okkotsu, and Rika met up today at the usual park you guys frequent. Full of neat contraptions and primary colors. Hot reds, electric blues, and canary yellows—making up the joyful, color-clashing nightmare you know all play parks to be. Your friends are somewhere by the sandpit, making a tower with the sand castle molds Okkotsu brought from home. You’d join them, but you’re tired, and don’t feel like getting sand in your hair.

There’s a ton of kids here, with small, grabby hands and gleeful screams and piercing wails whenever one falls and gets a boo-boo. Whistles and bells fill the hot summer air, along with the nonstop drone of the cicadas, croaking their little cicada song. 

Your eyes are trained on the tiny print of your novel, but your brain can’t process the words, so you’re stuck rereading the same paragraph over and over and over. It’s the heat, undoubtedly. Melting your brain into goo. You clutch the paperback and squint, fingers careful not to bend the spine.

A call of your name has you looking up from the text. Okkotsu fills your vision, standing right in front of you—you don’t know how you missed him. “What’s up?” you ask, slotting a bookmark into your book and closing it shut.

He shuffles his feet. His face is flushed red from the sun. “Here,” he says, bringing his arm from behind his back. He’s holding something out to you, you realize after a beat. Your gaze follows the length of his arm to find a tiny little dandelion drooping in his fist. Canary yellow. “I got this for you.”

The first time he pulled this little trick, you stared at him for a solid minute. But this isn’t the first time, so you simply smile. “Thanks, Okkotsu,” you say, opening your palm so he can drop the flower. Somehow, as usual, he knew exactly what you needed.

But he hesitates: his expression wavers until it steels with an emotion you can’t identify. “C-Can I?” 

You blink once, twice. “Can you…?”

Okkotsu stumbles forward, almost falling into your lap, but he steadies himself on your thighs. The harsh chemical scent of sunscreen washes over you, sizzling your nose hairs. You go rigid, as stiff as the park bench digging into your skin, but he presses on, leaning over your shoulder until you feel something small get tucked behind your left ear. “There,” he hums, backing up a bit to admire his work. Admire you. 

Your brain must really be melting. “What,” you stammer out, “What the—”

“Now it’s where it belongs.” There’s a silly little grin on his face. He’s proud of himself. You tell him so. 

“You look nice,” he explains. “Pretty.” 

Moths stir to life in your stomach. You look... He thinks you look pretty?

Okkotsu shakes his head in dismay—like you’re the one not making sense—then talks reallll slow. “Of course you do,” he enunciates, reading your mind. He turns away from the bench, towards the sandpit, where Rika sits on her knees, sculpting a tower. “Now, are you done reading yet? We wanna show you our castle. It’s got a moat, with—with crocodiles! And…”

Without waiting for an answer, he catches your hand and drags you to the sandbox. 

What you don’t tell him is that you keep all the flowers—weeds, really—that he gifts you. Press them in between the pages of a heavyset book and frame them on your bedroom wall, so that when you pass by it, you feel— 

Well, loved.

You’re lucky, you hear someone say as they usher you towards a curb. You let them, because you probably couldn’t make it there on your own. They encourage you to sit, but bending your knees is a no-go. 

You need to stand. 

Lucky, they said. Because you didn’t see it. The collision. 

But you heard it. 

The screech of burning rubber. The snap of child bones. Rika’s last few gasps for air— gargling on her own blood.

Ah, that’s just your overactive imagination at play. All you really heard was an innocuous thud, as your friend’s body hit the ground. After that, you heard nothing.

Nothing at all.

So. Guess you are lucky.

Your friendship with Rika is a lot different than your friendship with Okkotsu. She treats you differently than she treats him.

Well, yeah. Because she likes him, sure. But… it’s almost like… She drops her mask a little when she’s just with you. Or maybe… She just puts on a different one. It’s hard to say. 

“What do you think of this color?” 

Rika hangs off the side of your bed, her long black hair tickling the fibers of your carpet, and she’s holding up a bottle of nail polish to the ceiling light. You look up from the movie collection you’re sifting through, at the polish in question, and squint.

It’s a deep, dark purple, glimmering like a Christmas ornament under the light. 

It’s your first ever sleepover—Rika’s grandma finally gave in to her after, like, a year of complaining— and you think it’s going well. The two of you are doing classic, girly things. Like, painting nails. Rika’ll have to wipe it off before she goes back home, but that won't stop her from painting them now.

“It’s cute. You should pick that one,” you hum, turning back to the stack of DVDs in your hand. Godzilla, Cars, Cars 2, Cars 3… Or maybe she would be down to watch Bambi?

“Do you think Yuuta would like it?” She asks, breaking your contemplation. You turn to face her. She’s asking genuinely—a rarity—picking at the fuzz on her celestial pajamas. A wrinkle’s wormed its way between her brows. 

You shuffle to her side from the floor, dragging your knees up the carpet length to press a thumb between her temples, squashing the worm. She peers at you with curiosity, still upside down. It’s a wonder all the blood hasn’t rushed to her head. But that’s not the point. The point is—

“Of course he’d like it,” you say, flicking her in the forehead. “You know that. Okkotsu’d like you in a fat suit.”

It’s the weight behind your words that stops her from retaliating, jaw going slack as she considers you. Eventually, she nods, smile curving like the Cheshire Cat stuffy perched on your bed.

“He would, wouldn’t he?”

You go back to your DVDs, grip on the plastic covers a little tight. He would.

Rika becomes something like an older sister to you. Only a year and a half older than you, but with the way she’s got you tucked under her wing, you’d think she was much older. You don’t mind though. That’s just Rika. 

And Rika’s Rika. She wants what she wants. Maybe even the whole world. She could probably get that, too. Pretty girls always do. She says that a lot. And it must be true, because she wants Yuuta, and Yuuta wants her too. 

More than anything, you know she wants to be loved. That’s why you’re not surprised when she pulls you aside one day and shows you the ring she stole from her grandmother’s dresser drawer. Her late mother’s. To propose to Okkotsu, she says, for when they get older. So they’ll be together forever.

Of course, you respond. Toss her a closed-mouthed smile. Kids are allowed to dream.

And really, they do seem to be in love. Rika shared her umbrella with him the other day—when it rained and he forgot to bring his own for the walk to school. And he huddled up real close, gray-black eyes sparkling like a raindrop catching the sun.

Love is all around you. 

And you’re content with that. You love and are loved. You will love and will be loved— you’re certain of this, at the ripe age of nine.

(You wonder if love dies when the body does.)

Rika dies on the cusp of spring, a few weeks before the flowers start blooming.

Things aren’t the same after that. 

Well.

In actuality, not much has changed. Life moves on. You don’t think the kids at school liked Rika very much, in retrospect. Not even the adults. They hardly seem torn up about it. 

Your parents do get overprotective, though. They drive you to school for a month. Hire someone to pick you up when the bell rings. Which is stupid. It’s not like Rika was killed on the walk to school. 

She was killed outside a playground. 

There’s a difference.

Okkotsu becomes withdrawn, which confuses you. He seems terrified of his own shadow, nowadays. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense. The last time you spoke to him was during the funeral, and he barely uttered a few words, then.

Your ma says to give it time. You’re both grieving.

Is that what this is? 

Mourning?

The walk to her grave is long. The soles of your shoes sink into the ground. It rained last night, which makes it harder to walk, which makes this trip harder than it has to be. Your shoes are getting dirty. They’ll be crusted with mud, after this. But it’s alright. These shoes are old.

There’s fresh flowers on her grave: bright yellow stars with mandarin orange bells bursting out the center. Daffodils, you’re pretty sure. You place a bouquet of kingyosou beside them. Goldfish grass. The person at the flower shop advised against the particular flower for a grave—something about its underlying meaning—but they were in the most pretty shade of purple, so. 

You take a seat beside the mound of dirt, fingers twisting in the grass. The cuts on your palms have healed.

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would. Rika could be very possessive. Especially over her Okkotsu. 

Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding you, now. To not disturb her memory.

But dead girls can’t get jealous.

By the time you finish talking, the sun has set. You look at the grave one last time. There stands a tombstone with a lackluster message and a flattened mound of dirt. Underneath lies one of your only friends. The other hides from his own shadow.

Your dad hovers nearby, ready to go. But you linger. Eyes bore into the ground, searching for something that will make all of this worth it. 

Violet goldfish swim next to yellow stars, amidst a sea of green. 

But no sign from Rika.

You spin on your heel, hands shoved into your pockets. This was not very helpful. You’re not sure you’re mourning correctly. 

 At least the flowers were pretty. 

Today is not a good day. 

It’s raining. It’s raining, and there is no forgetful Yuuta to squeeze underneath Rika’s polka-dot umbrella while you lead the way home, tip-toeing over puddles. There is no Rika. And there is no Okkotsu. And everything, everything—

You wring your hands, desperate to relieve some tension. 

The school day is over. Kids trickle out of the classroom like water down a drain, as if pulled by some gravitational current. The desire to go home. 

And yet, you stay. Your feet tap the floor, underneath your desk. Raindrops splatter against the window beside you, like—

Like blood. 

Something sour curdles in your stomach. 

You slide out of your chair, make your way to your cubby, but with each step you take, the cubby seems to get further away. But, that’s not right. That defies all logic. You can make it. Okay? You can. Just. One step. 

There. See? Go ahead now. Take another. 

Another. 

Another. 

Somewhere in between five steps and a hundred, your legs stop functioning as they should. Your knees bend inward, and you collapse. 

This… This is pathetic.

Your palms sting as you quietly nurse your hurt. There’s this yawning void in you, sucking and pulling, expanding and collapsing and threatening to take everything with it. This is it. This is your moment. The break-down your parents have been tip-toeing around long before Rika kicked the bucket. A decade’s-long culmination of confusion, of derision, of just barely making the cut pretending to be a happy, wholesome, totally normal child.

You should cry. You want to cry. You blink furiously, waiting for the tears to come. But they don’t come. Why can’t you do anything right?

A soft call of your name startles you into clarity, everything sharpening as your gaze zeros on the trembling frame of a slim boy. And it’s Okkotsu Yuuta. Of course it is. Always walking in on your most vulnerable moments. 

And he’s drenched. Of course he is. Pale as a sheet. Mud-speckled jeans dripping sludge onto pristine white tile. An absolute mess, but then again, so are you. “Are you okay?” he ventures. 

He’s different. It’s obvious. He’s lost a bit of weight, and his complexion is almost sickly. But there’s something else about him that. That’s off. Something you can’t pin down.

You look him up and down, still, despite the staticky beat of your heart. Now’s the time to say something profound.

You point at the ground. “Your shoes are untied.”

Okkotsu looks at you, really looks at you—in that foreboding way he sometimes does—and breaks into a smile. It’s not his usual smile: it’s heavy. There’s a myriad of emotions behind his stupid little smile. Grief; joy; longing; relief.

You burst into tears. 

This—it’s too much. You’d rather he have just left you here to wallow in your own self-pity. What’s the difference? He’s quite good at it: leaving you. 

But he’s curling around your shoulders and rocking you back and forth and it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s here, finally, cold and wet and trying his hardest to burrow into your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he pleads for you to forgive him. He smells like wet earth. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, over and over, so that you’ll never forget it; so that it’s sewn into your skin. “I’m sorry.” He’s babbling now, begging for salvation.

Once you feel the Presence enter the classroom, you understand why he’s apologizing. Understand why he’s avoided you so fiercely, until now. 

Your freeze. Every nerve in your body tinged with all-encompassing dread. Not fear, but dread. It’s thick. Intoxicating. Okkotsu’s getting heavy above you, muttering frantic words that you cannot hear. He knew this would happen. Knew She would appear.

She’s the most wicked thing you’ve ever seen, heard, dreamed. A writhing, hulking… form. And you know. Deep down in your belly. 

Rika’s the last thing you’ll ever see. 

She’s long. Muscular and skeletal, with long, finger-like claws and thick, bulging muscles. Pulsing, organ-like tubes extend from her head to her back. And a solemn, inky purple oozes out of her torso. Rika.

Her whole body’s quivering: but with what? Rage? Excitement? Will she enjoy tearing you apart? With her large gaping maw? And her long pointed teeth? 

Will she enjoy tearing you limb for limb? Or sinking her teeth into your flesh?

Maybe she’ll lap at your puddling blood like a dog in a stream. Or maybe she’ll just swallow you whole. It’d be less messy, that way.

Yuuta’s still cradling you. His tremors run through you—so, in a way, you are shaking. That’s something. Little girls who are about to die should probably be shaking. 

“Yuuta,” you say plainly. His name is sweet on your tongue, but he reeks of death. Thoughtlessly, your hand slides to the floor, seeking his, and he accepts it, flipping yours over to clutch it in a death grip. Your thumb swipes over his, back and forth, as she approaches. “It’s not your fault.”

It’s no one’s, really.

Sometimes little girls just die.

Yuuta’s grip tightens impossibly. “You’re not gonna die,” he tells you. “I won’t let you.”

She’s close, now. Still buzzing with the unidentifiable emotion. If she can even feel things like emotions.

You eye the clock hanging above the chalkboard. It’s a quarter past three. “Right.” The urge to cry’s come back in full force. “I don’t—I don’t wanna die,” you admit.

You won’t, he promises. You know he means it. He probably plans on jumping in front of you at the last second like an idiot. 

 But this.

This isn’t fair.

You detangle your limbs from Yuuta and rise from the floor on unsteady legs, ignoring your friend’s protests. He’s obviously in over his head on how to deal with his murderous, undead ex-girlfriend. But you’ve always understood her in ways he didn’t. You’ve got to come through. 

“Rika.”

She’s looming over you now. Her jaw’s unhinged even farther, flecks of spittle flying from her mouth and landing on your cheek. You breathe in through your nose. It’s Rika. Just Rika. You two are just girls, sitting atop your bed, discussing your favorite movies and insecurities and all the things she’ll never get to do when she grows up. She’s holding a bottle of polish to the light, lips curved in a coy smile.

“Purple suits you,” you say, looking at her tail. “I’ll… I’ll paint your nails. Later. To match.“

It’s stupid.

It works.

She stops. Snarls, and reaches a hand toward you. You don’t flinch; stand eerily still as she drags a sharp claw down your cheek. 

And you look good in red—is what she’s thinking. You know this, because you know her, and you loved her and… Maybe she loved you too.

Then she leaves.

Yuuta barrels into you: checking your hands, your arms, your face. You stiffen under his touch, overwhelmed with this casual intimacy that’s quickly developing between the two of you. But he’s on a mission, brushing your hair out of your face and fluttering his hands over your neck and your brain has gone mute. He pauses. The pad of his thumb hovers over your cheek as he swallows. When he lifts his thumb to examine it, it’s stamped with your blood. 

His pupils are blown out, and his irises have darkened from gray-black to just black, so his eyes are practically two black holes. They flicker from his thumb to you before he lifts it slowly to his… to his— 

You smack his hand off its path. “You’re… you’re crazy,” you marvel. You’re both in shock. That’s why he just—

He catches your wrist easily, shooting back an even easier retort. “And? So are you,” he says, tugging on your wrist. Pulls you into him, pulls on the thread of your being and unspools you—like he’s a black hole himself, and you can’t—you can’t deny him when he brushes his thumb underneath your eye and brings it to his mouth. You let out a watery laugh.

It’s a wonder Rika hasn’t come back to kill you.

But she hasn’t and you’re still here, and so is he, and his black hole eyes are boring into yours, waiting, waiting for a response.

“She’s attached to you, you know,” you say.

He swallows again. Mournfully; a sinner, seeking forgiveness from God. “That’s why I…” 

“Why you ran away.” 

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Where do we go from here?” 

His hand slips into yours. It’s becoming uncomfortably easy for him to do that. 

“Wherever you go, I go.”

There he goes again, silly boy, casually making oaths to any girl who’s nice to him.

It’s gonna get him killed someday. 

Because love kills. 

You know this, at the ripe age of nine. 

(But, love also saves. So. It all balances out.)

Yuuta softens, gradually, in your hold. He unspools himself from you and returns with your backpack and coat in his arms. Holds the arms of the coat out and helps you slide in. Grabs your hand again and leads you outside, into the rain. 

Neither of you have an umbrella. But that’s okay. 

The pitter-patter of the rain is deafening. Can’t even hear yourself think. But Yuuta is patient with you. He guides you gently over the puddles, intimately aware of your fastidiousness.

It’s okay, you think, as you step over muck.

Things are okay.

Yuuta still smells of wet earth, and still reeks of death, and still reminds you of flowers. But that’s okay, too. 

You wipe your face with your free hand, sticky with dried tears and demon drool and blood, and let the rain wash over you.  

So, yes. 

You know what love is:

It’s cold clammy hands curled around your little fist. It’s a raincoat buttoned all the way up for you when your stubby fingers fumble on the clasps. It’s a pale little boy with eyes that suck in all the light in the world. 

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[starglitterz]

to all the boys i've loved before.

─── MISC ! // a few happenstances & endings.

─ a short series based on my own personal experiences with love and crushes. a sort of messy goodbye to all the boys i’ve loved before.

warning(s) ; angst for the ending(s), happenstances are all fluffy tho

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♡ HAPPENSTANCES. ; circumstances, especially those that are due to chance

A. "THOMA, can you tie my shoelaces for me please?" your clear voice rings out in the classroom as you smile at him innocently. you've only spoken to him once or twice, so it's pretty bold of you to ask him to do something for you when you barely know him. but there's no harm in having a little fun, is there? especially when you're quite certain he's going to decline. but his green eyes merely shimmer with confusion as he tilts his head, "are you serious?" swinging your legs from where you're perched on the edge of the table, you grin at him, "yes!" what you don't expect is for him to kneel down on one knee and actually start tying your shoelaces into neat bows. when he's done, he stands up and beams, "is this okay?" "uh, yeah... thank you so much!" you hurriedly say, although you're almost unable to meet his jade gaze as he leaves for the next class. the next moment, you're hiding your face in your hands, and you swear there must be steam coming out of the top of your head; how did you end up getting even more flustered when you were the one trying to tease him?!

B. "that was pretty cute, huh? the two of them playing a duet like that.. seems so romantic!" you chuckle, recalling the memory of your two pianist friends messing around on the keyboard together during a free period yesterday. "true! i swear they've got something going on," GOROU replies with a laugh from where he's seated beside you on the piano stool. "agreed 100%," you grin, gazing out the window in front of you both at the lush greenery. the two of you have been sitting here for the past hour, having a conversation for the first time ever. neither of you are any good at the instrument, but you had fun randomly pressing keys on it. "oh yeah, that reminds me. my sister taught me a melody a while ago. it's pretty easy, do you want me to teach you?" gorou speaks up again, eyes wide as if he expects you to reject him immediately. "sure!" you chirp without hesitation - it only strikes you a moment later how coincidental he was that he suggested it so shortly after you mentioned that a duet seemed romantic. however, you don't question it, nor do you mention gorou's wagging tail as the two of you play the short yet sweetly mellifluous tune on the keyboard, and it's almost like you both are the only ones in the world.

C. you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the gaps in your fingers to continue staring at the phone screen. ITTO jolts beside you, clearly thrown off by the sudden jumpscare too. the two of you are curled up on the sofa in the student lounge and watching a horror movie, although it was definitely a bad decision even in broad daylight. "holy shoot, this is terrifying!" itto's loud voice booms, and you press yourself further into his side, leaning against him as you mumble something incoherent. despite being well-aware of the fact that you are awful at handling scary movies, this was your idea, but if it ends with you practically cuddling itto you think that you might not regret it that much. as you're thinking this, another jumpscare occurs, this one showing the actual appearance of the ghost rather than just a shocking noise. you scream, but manage to muffle it in his sleeve as you quickly turn your face to hide in his broad shoulder. itto yells as well and nearly falls off the sofa, but thankfully remains propped up enough not to make you fall too. "hey, you okay?" he pauses the movie and looks at you, your face still buried in his shirt sleeve. poking your head up, you nod, "i'm fine, just surprised. it's a lot scarier than i expected." "me too," he chuckles, and you can feel his entire body rumbling with the motion, "but it's okay! we'll be able to finish it!" "yeah!" "not like we have a choice, we've got to go for class in a few minutes." "then we better hurry up!"

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♡ ENDINGS. ; conclusions, a time when something is finishing

losing people is never easy, but it seems to be inevitable for high-school friendships, especially with the mess of college applications and scholarships and finals crashing around your head in your senior year.

KAZUHA graduates a year earlier than you, promises to stay in touch fading as quickly as the notes he whispered to the wind on his flute do. you can't blame him for it though, and you're merely grateful for all the memories you've made together and will forever be able to look back on with a fond smile curving your lips.

DILUC... it's a simple case of growing distance that you tried to ignore but eventually found out you couldn't stop. he develops feelings for another classmate and stops talking to his friends, you included, because now all his time is wrapped up with her alone. one of the last times you talked was when he comforted you, or at least did his very best to, after your break-up. honestly you're glad to remember him that way; as someone who was never very good with emotions, yet always did his best to make you feel better.

AYATO, well, to be honest, you're not really sure what's going on with him. he's still as fun and cordial to you as ever, but that spark of camaraderie that used to be there seems to have disappeared. it isn't for lack of effort though, because the two of you still talk frequently, with you passing the same flirty compliments you always do, and him replying as smoothly. people change, and perhaps the two of you were too alike to ever be anything more than friends, so it's probably for the best that things ended this way. but there's still a tiny part of your heart that can't help but hope that you'll still be friends in college.

CHILDE was a boy you should have known not to get involved with. for all that you act like sunshines and rainbows, underneath it all you're just empty and cold, unable to give him the love he deserved and eventually breaking his heart. commitment was not your strong suit, and slowly as more and more of your friends gushed about how "i wish i could i have what they have!" "they're so perfect." "they'll last forever!", you panicked. then you broke up with him. it wasn't an impulsive decision, as you carefully thought it over for a month before realising how unfair it was to childe if you continued like this. so you told him, and he didn't take it well. in all fairness to you, you told him the truth, which was that you had far too much on your plate right now, you weren't ready for this much commitment, you didn't want to string him on. his temper flared and he said some things that actually hurt, and you got angry and said things that were equally as bad, but even once the two of you had calmed down and apologised, you knew it could never be the same. and to be honest, you mourned the loss of childe platonically more than you ever did romantically.

a/n ; uh. ignore how long childe's part is i swear i am normal about the whole situation. LMAO ok anyways idk if i like this part but! we are finally done w tatbilb!!!!! which also means i should be on my last week of exams and be totally done by june 10th !!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH this series was pretty embarrassing to write, but i'm happy that i got to write out my experiences like this and sorta relive it all hehe <3 the only one i suffered slightly with was childe's LOL,,, but hopefully by the time this publishes i'll be proper over him i swear i'm like halfway there x_x i will say that the fact i have never met an irl xiao feels like a sign :eyes:,,, we can hope ig

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[athyathye]

How to break a bad boy’s heart

“Frankly, I don’t give a damn, go f*ck yourself b*tch.”

-Ran Haitani

Tags and warnings : angst w/ comfort, infidelity!, cheater!Ran, use of alcohol, possessive behavior, 3k+ words and more

Author's note : Thank your for 700+!!! ❤ 🤍 💙

It is a truth universally acknowledged, Ran was a man who enjoyed a life of thrill.

He shined the best in that specific area, and though it wasn’t something to be proud of, he didn’t care. Why would he? The people criticizing him would just come back to kiss his ass anyways.

There was nobody important to him other than his brother, the rest could f*ck off.

“Be my man” you said to him one day, cornering him in some random classroom.

At first, the chase was exhilarating. It gave him satisfaction. It made you feel wanted.

Crazy in love, you’d describe yourself. You couldn’t speak for Ran though. He probably just thought of you as a one-time lover.

However, just as he was the notorious bad boy of the city, A criminal, he started to seek for more. Knowing the consequences and enjoying the heck of it.

Young and adventurous as you were, never in your life did you think you’d get sucked into the people in life that your mother would tell you to avoid.

That was made clear when you found yourself sitting in a corner, a red cup filled with who knows what in your hands as you tried to navigate your way through the sea of people.

After about a month of being on and off he called you once again.

Being treated like some toy he could just chew back after getting bored, it sucked.

A dog of a man, he was. Admired by almost every other boy in the city but despised by the women who weren't trying to get into his pants for at least a one-night stand.

It made you feel worthless, like a second option, an obsessed fangirl he keeps around for fun.

But you truly did like him, He was the man who showed you the way a gangster lives. The fights, the parties, the power of his people.

You managed to see one of the numerous worlds you were missing out on, and you could thank Ran for being the person to bring you these pleasantries.

He wasn’t all that bad, you thought. If he had just been a little more self-aware then, maybe then you would have truly committed yourself to forgo your future to be with him.

Ah yes. Just a little bit more of ambition and passion, he would’ve been a man desired by the female population.

But alas that just wasn’t him. At least not the one you knew.

Hands on another girl's waist as he practically made out with her on the couch, it drove you mad.

The way he’d caress her back, opening his eyes to stare directly into hers, her holding him tightly as if this scenario wasn’t going to happen again, and it surely wasn’t.

The scene in front of you was burned into your memory, It probably wasn’t the first time he’d done this. It probably wouldn’t be the last either.

Ditching the drink, you threw it at them, ignoring the way they both jumped up so fast and looked around to see the culprit.

The girl he had been ‘cheating’ on you with, beginning to cuss you out before she saw the nonchalant expression on Ran’s face.

“Baby! How dare she!” Her frilly voice cut through the silenced party as they looked at the drenched leader. She clinged onto Ran, her chest nestling in his arm as he stood there, still looking at you with an expression you deemed was his version of being caught red-handed.

Even though he didn’t look the least bit sorry.

“Ah, so f*cking annoying”  He muttered. You rolled your eyes as you tried to saunter away, not needing an explanation and not much of an idea on your mind as you shoved the people in your way.

You expected Ran to follow you, after all even if he publicly disrespected you….there was no doubt he was still somewhat infatuated with you.

And that he did, Hearing light but wide footsteps behind you, a hand grabbed your elbow. You tried to struggle, make him let go but alas he wasn’t some bozo who has the arrogance of a thousand men. No, he was someone who had the right to be arrogant, at least in his opinion.

“Are you mad because I kissed her? Is that it?” He asked, turning you around to make you face him.

Slap

“Oh” “Oh indeed” “Oh sh*t”

“You. You’re not allowed to treat me like a damn wh*re.” You frustratedly said, clenching your teeth as you made him let go of you.

You heard another chorus of low curses behind you, but that didn’t matter. If this was what it had to take for you to realize he wasn’t worth it then so be it.

“ You don’t have the right to make me come running back to you like I'm just some idiot hopelessly in love with you. You aren’t all that, Haitani.”

Was your last word to his face, scoffing at the way he just looked at you like he was unbothered, hands on his pockets to act more nonchalant.

You walked away, walking to some corner at a certain distance. You tilted your head back, head on the wall as you slowly slid down.

Bringing your knees close to your face. Losing all of your composure as soon as there was nobody around you that you didn't want to see you broken.

“You aren’t gonna comfort me at all?” You asked, voice hoarse, close to tears but never letting them fall.

“...My brother’s an idiot” He said, face shrouded by darkness as he just looked at you, no hint of pity or sadness detectable in his gaze, but you couldn’t see that.

“I mean… You knew he’d do that. But you still stayed with him… so I guess you had this coming as well, stupid” He spoke, honest thoughts as you agreed with him.

You hated how he was right, how you saw the messy end it would bring but still, you stood by him, hoping that one day Ran would appreciate you, that he’d tell you that you were the only girl he wanted in his life.

What a fantasy those thoughts were, you made yourself remember this was real life, not some novel with a happy ending for the heroine.

“...What a sh*t show…” You uttered your brittle voice sounding as fragile as a newborn kitten.

“...What do I do now?” “....Dunno”

After a few days, you were doing slightly fine, used to Ran not bothering to communicate even after the fiasco. Your mind was silent, it had been silent since a few days ago.

So silent that you almost wished there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

He wasn’t someone who’d easily admit that he was wrong even though he knew for a fact he was.

So you certainly didn’t expect to see a text sent by Ran, in the middle of the night.

Tomorrow. 3 pm, Mckluster mall.

‘Tch’ you derided his message, feeling annoyed by the way he could just order you around like this.

You immediately dropped your phone, just from seeing his contact turning you off, closing your eyes, hoping to sleep your frustration off.

Tomorrow came and no, you did not sleep a wink.

You didn’t know the time, you were too annoyed to even look at a clock, but it was surely afternoon by now.

Skipping breakfast and lunch, you went to your fridge, hoping a snack would cheer you up. Only to hear a knock on your door.

You dreaded that sound, fear crawling through you as you decided to not do anything. Hoping to make it go away.

Though you then heard the sound of someone toying with your locks. ‘F*ck’ you thought to yourself. Sitting on a chair with your front facing and leaning your head on the backrest.

Then the door opened, as expected of a criminal’s apprentice.

Ran stood there, looking as fresh as he was yesterday before he got drenched. “I told you to be ready at 3” He said as he observed your figure that was obviously still messy.

“And who says I’m gonna listen?” You replied, venom lacing your tone as the chilly breeze from the window gave you goosebumps along with his threatening gaze.

Clicking his tongue at you, he walked closer to where you sat.

You watched him wearily, wondering what he was going to do before you got dragged out of your seat.

“Ack- wha-” You gasped, getting dragged around in your own home, ‘how embarrassing’ you struggled in his hold, trying so hard to make yourself free from his grasp.

He pushed  you inside of your bathroom, closing the door while you banged and tried to pull it, only for him to hold the doorknob in one hand, opening your closet and looking for what he thought would suit you.

He opened the door before throwing the clothes directly at your face. “Get changed, I’m taking you out.”

You huffed, muttering profanities under your breath. Changing into the clothes as you had no choice.

After quite a few minutes you reluctantly opened the door, spending at least 10 minutes reluctantly holding and letting go of the doorknob.

“Good. let’s go.” Grabbing your wrist once more he led you to a car, it looked as if it was brand new. ‘He definitely stole this’ you watched as he held the door open for you, looking at the license plate that made you confirm your thoughts.

The sound of the car engine revving snapped you out of your trance, you glanced out the window ‘I hope this ends fast’ you thought as you looked at Ran’s side profile. You didn’t want to admit it but damn was he attractive.

You sighed as soon as he noticed you staring, giving you a little side-smirk that you wanted to badly hit...

Arriving at the destination, you didn’t bother fighting with him this time, allowing him to grab open the car door and offering his hand to help you out. Before escorting you inside a traditional but very snobbish looking resto found at the mall.

Food placed in front of you, Ran was just staring at you leaning on his propped up hand.

You were about to call him off, when your phone rang. Both people glanced at your phone, the other with widening eyes while the other was squinting.

You immediately flipped it after ending the call, only for it to ring once more. “Answer it.” Ran muttered, glancing at you with a serious gaze that sent shivers down your spine.

You picked up your phone once more, not before throwing Ran another sour look which just made him chuckle. You weren’t gonna let him make you feel scared like that, no. You had enough of his bullsh*t.

“Yeah, I’ll come get you” Said the man on the phone before the line cut, talking for at least 5 minutes in front of Ran who just quietly observed.

You picked up your bag, all your belongings as you didn’t bother to glance at the untouched food in front of you, along with the man who toyed with your heart.

At least that was before he stood as well, not letting you take 5 steps away from him before he draped himself around you from the back.

“Wait. Let's just stay like this for a moment, please.

I’ve…..You can’t treat me like a nobody.

….I was never this willing before, but could you teach me?”

Your gaze was steady in front of you. “Teach you what?”

“How to not run back to you everytime”

His breath was heavy behind you, It was devastating how he could only pour his real emotions out in front of you like this, only after he had managed to royally f*ck sh*t up at least 5 times.

“....You know, you’re really selfish. You acted like you had a leash on me the entire time, To be more precise, you made it look like I was dancing in the palm of your hand when in fact, you had been dancing in mine. That’s real pathetic Haitani.”

“Call me Ran like you used to… I miss you so much.” his plea went through one ear, before it got stuck in the other.

“Let me go *sshole” You broke free from his hold, walking steadily in front of you, not bothering to look back.

Ran clenched his heavily thumping chest as he watched your back get smaller and smaller.

He sighed before checking his phone’s gps.

Easily tracking down where you were headed, and a familiar person coming near you.

He slowly packed up his things, paying for the meal, not bothering to say anything else to the owner about the untouched meal.

Getting inside his car as he drove to your destination. Not bothering to turn the tinted windows down as he observed your figure with another man.

“Ah, this must be how you felt huh...everytime I turned you down.

I wish you told me, then I would have hugged you without holding back like I did.

….But I needed proof you wouldn’t leave me like the rest.”

Ran breathed a low sigh, staring at the scene with a pitiful expression, before banging on the steering wheel, He then drove himself back home. The feeling of dread and heartbreak heavy in his heart as he didn’t dare look back to the both of you.

He'd been to the damn depths of hell and back, and yet he didn't think nor believe that heartbreak would hurt nearly as badly as this does.

Meanwhile, you glanced at the moving car. A feeling of deep unsettling burden in your heart before someone touched your shoulder.

You looked at the hand before it travelled back to the face, increasing the hurt you felt in your heart, but played it off with your smile.

“I wonder how long it’s gonna take to make you realize you only tried to hold on to me when I was with somebody else.”

You thought to yourself as you glanced at the floor, the heavy feeling of heartbreak settling into you as well.

Wallowing in self-pity. Ran held the bottle of Alcohol near him, at least 3 empty bottles in front of him.

He hated how lonely and ruined he felt right now. This certainly wasn't him and he only had you and himself to blame.

His pride wouldn't let himself think he was in the wrong anyways. He chuckled lifelessly, taking a huge gulp from the bottle.

He heard the front door jingle and open.

The familiar figure of his younger brother greeting him.

“Ah...Rindou.” His tone in shambles as he smiled. To which his younger brother just sighed at and fixed his glasses atop his face with his finger.

Meanwhile lying on his back feeling the tears streaming down his face after he ran out of energy from the despair tantrum and those small sobs that he allowed himself to let out.

“Can I beat you up? Just this once?”

“......mmh”

The chase has now come to an end.

Well, at least to you. No more crying yourself to sleep. Nor checking your phone every second to see if he messaged you.

In the end, He was truly an experience, you were gonna miss it, the memories you had with him.

“No matter where I go, you're someone I can't forget. but please understand that I don’t need you in my life, never again.”

You had sealed up all of the things that reminded you of him and walked away.

Going back to what you both were in the start, strangers. But this time with memories that filled you both with anguish.

Though it seemed like he was still in line for the chase, wanting to covet you once more. Though not in a way you knew he should.

[beels-burger-babe]

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Epilogue

*** Back due to popular demand, here is a little epilogue for what happened at school the next day after pt. 2 Enjoy! - B***

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Discussions about scenting and non-consensual physical contact. PART ONE, PART TWO

The next day of school was...interesting to say the least. For starters, the brothers refused to leave your side. There was one of them lingering near you at all times. Some of them had the decency to try and be subtle. Satan would just happen to be studying in the same room as you, or Belphie was napping and was wondering if you could keep an eye on his things while he did. But then there were the others who were more than obvious. Mammon and Asmodeus both had to pried off of your arms by Lucifer to get them to actually go to their own classes. Leviathan, despite usually doing his classes at home in his room, actually attended school that day and insisted that he needed your help finding a few rooms here and there. The normally sweet and friendly Beel was glaring at any lower demon that so much as looked in your direction. And boy did they look. The moment you took a step into a classroom, you could see a number of lower demons flinch back at the combined strong sent of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Everywhere you went, whispers seemed to follow you. There were undoubtedly rumours about what you might have done in order to trick the brothers into favouring you; though you never heard any of them since no one dared to come within a ten-foot radius of you.

This bothered you a little at first. Being the center of attention, especially this kind of attention, was never fun to anybody. But by the end of the day, rather than being disheartened by it, you were just exhausted. Finally, the last class of the day had arrived; the one you had been dreading since the moment your alarm went off that morning - Magical Potions.

Beel shifted from foot to foot as the two of you lingered in the entrance. "Do you really have to go to this class? You could just skip and come get some snacks with me instead." You smiled sympathetically at Beel and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, Beel. Diavolo expects good things from his exchange students. I need to keep my grades high, or who knows what Lucifer will do as punishment." The redhead pouted. "Lucifer would understand, I think. All things considered." You snorted and began to walk into the classroom. "Go to your own class, Beel. You can come to get me afterwards, and walk me home with Mammon if you really want."

Beelzebub mumbled to himself, before turning and finally walking off. You entered the class, ignoring the few gasps and gaping stares that you got as you walked through the room, and took your seat. You had been setting up for another class of note-taking when the door opened once more. Standing in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes, was Cane. The moment your eyes met, the shocked expression on his face instantly dissipated and he flashed you a charming smile. You could feel a bubble of annoyance and anger begin to rise within you. The cocky demon swaggered over and plopped down into his seat beside you. "Hey, there Dare Devil. You didn't get in too much trouble last night with the big bad Avatars did you?" as he spoke he draped an arm on the back of your chair.

You eyed his exposed wrist and pushed his arm off of your chair. It seemed not even the obvious scenting that was supposed to tell him to back off would get him to take a hint. "No, I didn't. Though they did tell me a few interesting things last night." Cane chuckled and leaned into his palm as he smirked at you. "I'm assuming it has something to do with the reason why you smell like hell-incarnate?"

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm sure you'd rather I smell like you. Considering you apparently did your best to make that happen yesterday." Cane tensed for a moment, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Eventually, his expression fell into one of confusion as he frowned at you. "Are you talking about how I scented you? MC, do you really think I would do something like that without a good reason?" The frustration in you began to grow and grow inside you; somewhere across the school grounds, Satan sneezed. You weren't in the mood to have this talk now, and very much wished that your professor would hurry up and start the god damn class already. "I don't know you Cane. How am I supposed to know whether or not that's something you would do?" That stupid smug look on his face returned once more and you had to resist the urge to slap it off of him. "You seemed to know me well enough to go out with me yesterday. You didn't seem worried about whether or not I was too much of a stranger when we were dancing at the club and walking downtown late at night, where anything could've happened to a small little human like you," he chuckled as your face scrunched up in annoyance and leaned back into his chair. "I didn't scent you for any perverted reasons. I did it to keep you safe while we were out. I knew if you had my scent on you, you'd be less likely to get attacked, and I was right," he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Admittedly, I should've asked first, and that's on me. But I really just wanted to make sure that my new friend didn't get hurt." He was lying. He had to be. If that asshole seriously thought you were stupid enough to buy that lame excuse, he was extremely wrong. You opened your mouth to tell him as much but were interrupted by a familiar deep voice clearing their throat behind you. "That is the worse excuse I've ever heard, and I live with Mammon." Cane stiffened in front of you before he looked up to meet the glaring eyes of Lucifer, and smiled. "Lord Lucifer, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. I would never lie, especially not to a friend like MC." The classroom seemed to be on the edge of their seats as everyone quickly picked up on the showdown that was happening right in front of them. One lower demon of gluttony even pulled out a bag of popcorn. Lucifer tsked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do not insult mine and MC's intelligence like that. Sure scenting can be helpful to ward off other demons, but only if the scent is associated with a more powerful demon. Nobody would blink an eye at anything coated in your weak, disgusting scent." Cane scoffed and tilted his head. "Evidently you did last night. Don't think I didn't notice you and your brother's reactions." This gained a few gasps from your classmates. No one could believe that someone, that wasn't his brothers, was actually trying to stand up against Lucifer. The idea itself was insane. Even seeing it in front of their own eyes, most could hardly believe it, yourself included. Lucifer maintained his indifferent expression and raised an eyebrow at Cane. "You mistook our irritation and disbelief that someone would be so stupid as to even attempt scenting our charge for being even the slightest bit phased by you," he took a step closer to Cane, bending down to be eye level with him. "You should consider yourself lucky it was Asmodeus and myself that got to the two of you first. Should it have been one of my more reckless brothers, you would've been nothing but a pile of ribbons in our driveway," Lucifer's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Cane gulped and took a step back. The Morningstar grinned dangerously. "MC is our charge. They are our family and our responsibility. Unlike you, we actually got their permission to be scented and bonded to them last night; meaning my brothers are more protective than ever. I would never stoop so low as to waste my energy on a pitiful excuse for a demon-like yourself. But I know for a fact, that Beelzebub eats demons like you as a snack on

days when he is particularly famished. Satan occasionally brings one home for his latest experiments. Belphegor has torn through an entire percentage of them when he hasn't gotten enough sleep. Asmodeus is surprisingly prone to temper tantrums and fits of jealousy. Leviathan drowns anyone that disrespects the things that he loves. And Mammon doesn't take too kindly to people touching things that he considers his." Cane's hands balled into fists, but even then, the tremble in them was still glaringly obvious. Lucifer remained unphased and unmoved by the reactions he was pulling from his victim; though anyone could sense the air of utter glee that was exuding off of him. "If I were you, Cane, I would sleep with one eye open." The teacher finally walked in and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of them. "Lord Lucifer, is there a reason you are harassing my student?" Cane whimpered as Lucifer smirked at him before standing straight and turning to the teacher. "Not at all, professor. I am actually here to inform you that MC will no longer be enrolled in this class." You whipped your head up to look at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "The student council has realized it would be a much better decision to have the exchange students more knowledgable to the ways and customs of demons during their visit here, so MC will be enrolled in Devildom Culture Studies instead. We wouldn't want someone to take advantage of them just because they were taught our ways, now would we?" The last line was spoken coldly and pointedly as though to drive in his threats to Cane. The teacher sighed but seemed to know that there was no point arguing and instructed you to gather your things. You did so happily and quickly. As you left the classroom and walked through your halls with Lucifer, you bumped him gently with your hip. "Thanks, Lucifer. You really are the best." His chest puffed up the slightest bit in pride as he continued walking forward with his hand still on your shoulder. "There is nothing to thank me for MC. I was just doing my duty as Vice-President of the student council to ensure that the exchange students are happy and safe." But even as he said the words, you knew that wasn't the case. You were MC. The human that wormed their way into the hearts of the seven strongest demons in the Devildom. For that reason alone, you were untouchable to all others, and Lucifer and his brothers would ensure that for as long as they breathed. And whoever disagreed would have to be ready to face the consequences.

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[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Teɾuteɾu tɾγing to bɾeɑk up ɑ fistfight between his fem!S/O ɑnd ɑ bullγ who wɑs hɑɾɑssing heɾ꒱

⋆ word count: 936 ⋆ genre: angst, fluff ⋆ a/n: Mention of harassment, fight and Mikan Tsumiki.

You were walking towards Teruteru’s class, so then both of you would go and expend some time together on recess. You had to walk across of one of the hallways of the reserve course to get there. You turned on one of the corners of the hallway, almost reaching the stairs, when somebody called you.

-“Hey, you! What are you doin’ here alone kitty?”

It was one of the well known bullies of the school, and also the one who usually harreses girls when they’re alone. He and his other two friends corned you against the wall.

-“Don’t you wanna have some fun with us now?”

-”Don’t you wanna fuck off now?”

-“Oh so the slut talks back?”

Some students who were coming out from their classrooms where watching the scene, but they didn’t want to get in trouble with the bullys. So you were on your own. You pushed the bully, and you did it so hard that he fell on the ground, making the rest of the people watching from the distance laugh. You were about to go to the stairs when the other two bullys putted you again on the wall. The bully of the floor standed up and walked towards you.

-”You bitch! you are going to regret this!” after saying that, he raised his fist, but you were quickier and you kicked him in the middle of his legs.

-“F-fuck! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FUCKING WHORE!” he grabbed you by the leg and he pulled you in direction of the floor. The only thing you could do was to use your hands so you could protect yourself from getting a bad bruise. You and the bully got up, and the people of before started to shout “fight fight fight!”. And suddenly the next thing you knew was that you were on a fight. You had never been on a physical fight, but you could work something out. The bully attempt to punch you in the face, but you could avoid it both times, you then punches him on the stomach, but that wasn’t enough. He then copy your move and he punched you on the stomach instead, and he did it very hard that you had to back off for a little. The fight continue, he giving you punches and you trying to avoid them.

-“I thought you were stronger Y/N, I guess that you only know how to be on your knees sucking d…”

He couldn’t finish talking, because you gave him a punch on his nose, making it bleed.

-“Oh, sorry, you were saying?” before you could give another step, a hand grabbed yours.

-“S-S/O! darling! stop this, please!”

-“Uh? Teru? when did you get here?”

Teru was about to answer when he saw that the bully was running towards you, ready to attack you with a fire extintor. He pushed you away and he recived the punch instead.

-“T-Teru, no!”

But it was too late, Teruteru was now unconscious on the floor. Fortunately, some teachers appeared and took the bullies to the principal’s office, while other one send you to the nurse’s office with Teruteru.

When you arrived, the nurse who was on duty assisted Teruteru, but just for be sure, she called Mikan for some help.

-“Y-Y/N? w-w-what happend?!” Mikan asked worried.

-"I-I got into a fight and the boy that I was fighting with was about to punch me with a fire extintor, but Teru pushed me aside and he got injured instead” you said with certain guilty in your voice.

-“Oh, I see, b-but don’t feel s-sad Y/N, I-It’s not y-your fault!” she said trying to encourege you.

-“Y-yeah I know, thanks Mikan” you gave her a little smile and she smiled back.

-“O-ok, I’ll make sure that h-he i-is a-alright, c-can y-y-you wait outside, please?”

-“Yes Mikan, of course, thank you, again”.

After waiting 30 minutes, Mikan came back to where you were waiting. She told you that Teruteru was going to be ok, but that he needed to rest. You thank her once again and she told you to call her if you wanted her help, then she returned to her classroom.

You entered the nurse’s office again and sat besides where your boyfriend was. You were a little tired for all the emotions that you felt in a short period of time, so without noticing it, you fell asleep by Teruteru’s side.

…

-“S/O?” you heared a distant voice talking to you.

-“Darling, wake up”

-“Hmm?” you woke up. “Oh! Teru! you’re awake!” you said with joy. You standed up from the chair and hugged him.

-“O-ouch, honey, be careful” he said while he laughed a little.

-“S-sorry I just was so worried because you got injured and it’s all my fault and I…” you got interrupted by some pair of lips above yours.

-“Don’t say things like that S/O, it wasn’t your fault, at all. Those boys were the ones who started the fight, you just were defending yourself and I wanted to protect you, because I was scared that you might end like I did, but I don’t care, because you’re here, safe by my side”.

You were speechless. Nobody has ever worried about you like he did, that was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much.

-“T-Teru, I-I don’t know what to say. T-Thank you so much, for everything, my love”.

-“I should be the one thanking you, darling, you’re the one who’s always defending me, I love you S/O”.

-”I love you too Teru, with all my heart”.

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

[hansolmates]

shiver | 02

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summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: mentions of sex w/c; 1.2k a/n; thanks for the overwhelming amount of love for pt1! now that the plot is p much set up in this installment, the drabble updates will be a lil shorter (around 400-1k) i hope that doesn’t deter anyone. hope this is a good start to your weekend babiesss, next installment will be jjk’s pov! [shiver masterpost]

“You live here?” 

“You’re moving in here?” 

Since the boxes started to pile up the doorstep, Jungkook was wondering all day who’d be occupying the room next to him. It’s a corner room, which made Jungkook doubly jealous because they had a great view of the city. Who knew his new neighbor would be the bobbing bunny who’d chase him in childhood (and all the way to adulthood, apparently.) 

Conversely, you’re also shocked. Your parents checked out this place, and said nothing about Jungkook also living here. Then again, not mentioning it may be the point.

It’s the start of a new semester, and you haven’t talked to Jungkook since that whole Christmas fiasco. You avoided Jungkook for the rest of the holiday, refusing to let him play with you like this. No matter how big your crush may be, you have dignity and five minutes of fondling will not change that. 

“Yeah, finally picked a graduate school.” you drop your last box on top of the pile, “this was the only school my family could compromise on.” 

“Congrats,” his eyes flicker over to the boxes, stacked higher than you, “you need help moving in?” 

You weren’t about to refuse free labor, so you open your door and let him set up. Jungkook knows your tastes, years and years of study groups having you and your friend visiting each other’s rooms up until high school. He color-codes your closet for you, diligently making sure to avoid your delicates and unmentionables. The frames are put up at straight angles, not a corner out of place. While the apartment is small and old, it’ll be your new home for the next year. You’re excited. 

“Still needs that touch,” Jungkook holds his hand out like a frame, going over the blank nooks and crannies of your apartment, “something’s missing.” 

Jungkook sees things you don’t see. You heard one Sunday lunch that Jungkook’s studying to be an architect. To you, whatever’s missing in this apartment is miniscule, even nonexistent. 

You think the missing thing is him, although Jungkook doesn’t know it. He’s poking and prodding around, moving small furniture to different corners and then surveying the corners. Jungkook is the bit of home you’ll get when you’re tired and stressed over work. Maybe you two can be study buddies, or get lunch together on campus. The thought has you warm, wondering if Jungkook will be able to see you anything other than a childhood friend turned pretty. 

“I won’t be bringing much here,” you say reluctantly, running your fingers over the polished kitchen counter, “I still have to go home for church every weekend.” 

Jungkook’s eyes quirk at the revelation that you can’t stay in the city due to hometown obligations, and within reason. Jungkook doesn’t go back every weekend, yet your family expects you to. It was the compromise when you decided to go to graduate school here. 

“Well, not this weekend though right?” Jungkook rocks on his heels, black toe socks rubbing against the dark hardwood floor as he meets you behind the counter, “since your parents think you’ll be too busy unpacking?” 

“Maybe?” you throw the question right back at him, unsure of where he’s going with this. 

“There’s a party at my friend’s house Saturday night. There could be some classmates in your major, meet some new friends?” 

Jungkook’s inviting you to a party. Jungkook’s going to take you to a party to help you make new friends and socialize with people other than your nosy uncles and aunts. You don’t even have to answer, the adoration on your face evident. Jungkook will introduce you to people, show you off, get you drinks. 

(Maybe he’ll even kiss you goodnight.) 

You shake that thought off quickly, knowing that kind of desire will get you in trouble. You need to take things slowly if you have any chance of being with Jungkook. Going to the party as friends will be more than enough. 

He tucks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. There’s nothing romantic about the action, no matter how you spin it around. Your eyes are perpetually glued to the floor, painfully meek, “I’ll pick you up at eight.” 

“She’s so weird!” 

You stiffen at the exclamation, clutching your red plastic cup with both hands as you lean against the wall that connects the kitchen to the hallway. They can’t see you if you act like a wallflower, so you hold your breath and wait for the blow. 

“C’mon, church girls are like that,” that’s Park Jimin’s voice, the first friend Jungkook introduced you to when you walked in the house. His voice sounds kind through the R&B music blasting through the flat screen television, yet it still rubs you the wrong way that he refers to you as a “church girl.” Jimin’s no better than the girl who’s talking about you. 

“But Jungkook isn’t like that,” It’s Nayeon that starts this, and it saddens you slightly because you wanted to be her friend. She was all smiles and sweet stares when Jungkook was by your side, but you suppose none of that kindness was directed towards you. “He’s cool. She dresses like a fifties school teacher and has barely said ten words all evening! I don’t know what Jungkook was thinking.” 

Speaking of, where is Jungkook now? It’s been twenty minutes since you’ve last seen him. Twenty minutes of taking sips at a haphazardly mixed drink and twiddling your fingers as you try to insert yourself into a puzzle that you’re not cut into. 

“Besides,” Nayeon’s voice twinkles through the room, clear as day, “He only invited her out of pity. I’m pretty sure he’s fucking Jungyeon in the bathroom right now.” 

Bile rises though your throat like rain in a well, threatening to spill over and embarrass you further. Your fingers crush the plastic slightly, curling and bending at your whim. 

To torture yourself further, you take slow steps towards the bathroom. What you hear has tears spilling over your eyes. Jungkook’s heady voice, a girl’s soft cries that penetrate through the walls and into your ears. It’s not the sex that gets you upset, nor Jungkook’s desire to leave you for another girl. 

You’re not a charity case, you’re not an object to be pitied. You’re not a sheltered church girl. Sure, Jungkook may not feel that way. Yet Jungkook put you in an environment where others are typecasting you, making you feel like you don’t fit in. Jungkook didn’t even warn you when he ditched, a common courtesy that you know for a fact friends do for each other, even though this is your first real college party.

When you bolt out of there and drive home, you don’t go to your apartment. You set the GPS to take you straight home, back to your tiny town. You begin your recovery process early Sunday morning. 

A scalding hot shower, to scrape away the smell of alcohol on your body. 

You spend early morning cleaning the storage room and the classrooms, scrubbing away until everything’s shining. 

You pray and apologize for the pleasure and pain—for giving into temptation on Christmas Day and the toppling results of that. 

Once you get home, you spend a pretty penny on decorating your apartment. Clashing art pieces—anime posters, random florals, a cat mug. Things that you like, things to make yourself happy. 

These are steps in the right direction. You need a cleanse. Specifically a cleanse for Jeon Jungkook. 

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Sinners. (Stalker!San x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi Non-Con, sadism, masochism, fear kink, hair play, head shaving, complete submission, humiliation, degradation, anal, camera play, piercing, denial, chastity, Psycho!San, twisted and dark fucked up shit. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. This isn't for everyone. It is purely fiction and doesn't reflect any individual's behavior nor does it encourage it.

It was early in the morning and she was about to go to college in an hour. But instead of running around having breakfast, getting ready and making sure she had her assignments ready, Y/n was standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed as she touched her pussy and touched an electric razor to her head, imagining what it'd feel like if it was on and an imaginary 'Master' was forcefully shearing her. Like a sheep. "Ahh... Master… please..." The girl let a whimper fall from her lips, having no idea that the curtains of her room were open and someone could watch her through the window.

"Fuck…" The man standing outside, behind the PCO booth on the sidewalk outside Y/n's apartment complex whispered to himself, feeling his jeans tighten. Taking a picture of the girl before switching it to video mode, planning to send her the photo later. It had been a while now. Maybe a bit more than a while. He was ready and sure now, unable to wait anymore.

San had to have Y/n now.

He had to claim her rightfully his. Or, he felt like he'd lose his mind now. Just watching the pretty girl wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, tell her, that he knew… He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made herself look in front of the people that knew her. That she was actually a hormonal little dirty girl. And whilst nobody knew that nasty side of her, he did. The thought made the man feel powerful. In control. Like he had a claim over Y/n.

There was no way in hell that she wasn't made for him.

Y/n got done with masturbating and packed up before going to college, having no idea that she had a stalker. The girl spent her usual regular day at college, having no idea of the storm that was coming.

.

San knew Y/n were in class and that’s exactly when he wanted to send her the photo he took. A sick smirk made its way on his face and he took his phone out, sending it with the caption, 'having fun there?' He knew where she sat, a lone desk by one of the windows in this classroom, the spot he was standing in providing him a clear view of her face. Yes. The man had all the information he could gather about her memorized by heart.

Y/n was drifting off when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, peeking at the Professor sneakily, the girl took it out and unlocked it only to choke on her breath before starting to cough, making some heads turn which caused her to put the device in her hand away to prevent it getting seized. Her blood ran cold and skin paled.

What the fuck just happened?!

San patiently waited for the female to exit her college, her being earlier than the usual time today, however. The man grinned deviously as he texted her again once she passed by him in a hurry, his taller figure getting up to follow her.

'Will you give that show again? Would you like someone to shave your hair off? That’s what gets you off right?' It shamelessly read, making her tremble.

Y/n started to rush towards her house as she didn't live too far away from her college, not having to use any vehicle because it was barely a 10 minute walk as she nervously glanced around. She was quite twisted herself. And so, a dark part of her mind thought... things, making her start to shudder as tears welled up in self hatred. She hated the soft pounds in her southern region, overpowering the thump of her heart ringing in her ears as she reached the building and rushed in.

'What's the rush for, Princess? Are you so eager to touch yourself again? Tsk. Are you horny? Knowing someone is watching you?' San was absolutely sick in the head. Chuckling at his own text, he bit his lip and hit send.

Y/n was shaking as she read the message. Yes. In her fantasies this was… thrilling, exciting, pussy throbbing and she'd like to play like this with her top but… a legit stalker? She wasn't THAT fucked. Or so the girl belived, at least. Rushing to the curtains after locking the front door, the girl drew them while trying to catch someone's glance outside but no luck.

San had mastered the art of hiding as he watched her. It wasn't like this was new or anything.

Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't even call the cops! What would the girl show them as evidence?! She didn't want to tell or show them this! Her filthiest desire.

The 21 year old was having a mental breakdown! All her savings were in this college. She could not run away, didn't have any friends because Y/n was a foreigner and the people of this country were rather hostile to any outsiders. Couldn't go back home because she had run away from there, which was a hell in itself, when she had received her acceptance letter.

'Aww come on now!' Her phone pinged again, and then again. 'You can’t keep the fun all to yourself!'

The realisation felt like a bucket of ice cold water everytime she was reminded of it. The person had seen her masturbating and that to the fucking… razor! They knew her fantasies and at that the darkest ones! She couldn't even text them back asking him who it was! The girl was simply too embarrassed to! What if it were someone she knew in her college or around the apartment complex!

It was a dark day and it started raining. Y/n felt tears streaming down her face as her heart beat never slowed down, more terror filling her as everything outside got dark and thunder struck.

Maybe she should call the cops... No one else would help a foreigner… She just knew it. Nobody liked college students especially that lived alone because they were 'reckless' and often lied to get a good laugh out of the elders with their friends. So no one really opened their door for a student they didn't know personally.

But what would she tell the cops?! They ask for evidence!

Meanwhile, San stood on the spot he had found. Even if it was literally the end of the world, he'd still be there. Always. She was his and he had to have her all to himself. There was no other way. The man wasn't exactly sure how he'd do it but he’ll find a way.

.

Y/n called the cops at last when she started suspecting someone's presence outside her apartment. Or window… she wasn't sure anymore. And the loud thunder outside didn't help her situation. Dialing the police the scared girl told them she was afraid someone was stalking her and needed an officer for security right now. i Telling them about the texts and deciding to leave the nasty parts out, she sighed in somewhat relief when they informed that they will send an officer on the way. The student grabbed a water from the fridge and sat on the couch, taking huge gulps while trying to calm down.

Finally.

It only took some minutes before there was a knock on the door. A nervous Y/n looked through the peep hole to only cry out in relief when she saw the uniform through it. "Oh! Thank God, officer! Thank you so much! You're here!" She  was overjoyed. "Thank you! I- I am so scared!" A weak sob left her. "Please come in!"

The officer looked around the house, nodding. "I need you to calm down, miss. Tell me everything. We are here with you." His tone was professional. His name plate read 'Park Seonghwa'.

"I- I have a stalker! I don't know how!" Y/n quickly locked the door after he stepped in. "Not many people like me because I am a foreigner! I don't know if it's someone from college troubling me o- on purpose or what... B- But they've been sending me some really p- personal stuff..." She looked up at him innocently, scared.

The dark haired man hummed and nodded. "Do you maybe know the number? Have you noticed any suspicious activity around you before? Is there someone who has a motive to do this?"

"N- No... I got the first text today... I- I am really scared... I've got no one here... W- What do I do?" She told him all of it, hoping that the culprit he caught as soon as possible so she could go back to her life where she was a nobody. No one knew her and she was just another face among many others..

"Alright. We’ll keep a close eye on you. Within this period, try not to hang out too much, yeah? It is best to come directly home after college. And call us on this number if you suspect anything." He wrote a number on a paper and handed it to the shaky girl.

"Oh... Alright officer... thank you..." She saved the number gladly. And since he was supposed to stay with her to ensure the girl's safety, they sat down and Y/n awkwardly turned the TV on. Oh she never had a guy in her apartment before.

.

After getting used to the feeling of safety, Y/n got up after a while, finally having calmed down as she felt hungry. Cooking some dinner for two people, she went and handed the officer one of the two plates. "You've been here since evening... Please eat." She politely smiled, softly blushing from the embarrassment. The girl was too soft, continuously thanking him like it wasn't his job.

"You're a true hero..." She giggled and sat on the other couch, totally not thinking about how handsome he was. Before a sigh left her as she was reminded of the situation. "Officer... What will happen to my stalker when you catch him...?" He knew her darkest secrets. "I am really afraid... They mentioned some... things... very private... things..." The girl finally confessed.

“Mind telling me those things, miss? It will help us with his punishment. The more detail, the better” he placed his plate down, grabbing his pen and notepad.

"O- Officer... I uh..." Y/n gulped. "I- I can't..." She felt ashamed

“Why not? We should know so we can sentence him longer in the court. This is not okay. And you’re a foreigner. So it may also come under bullying.” His tone was soft and assuring as he looked at her, concerned.

It took the student a bit of persuasion before she spoke, hanging her head low and fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I... I was being naughty with myself... A- And they took p- pictures from my window... A- And taunted me about my... p- preferences, s- sir..." She put her own plate on the table now.

The man only hummed, nodding in an understanding manner. “That’s such a disgusting thing for him to do…” Before the man continued. “You shouldn’t do those nasty things while your windows are open either, Miss… You never know who will be watching.”

Y/n was blushing hard as her cheeks felt extremely hot. "I am sorry, s- sir... I won't do it again..." She couldn’t help but reply obediently. Her sub side sometimes got the best of her.

Besides… The officer was so handsome... It wasn’t helping her situation here.

.

A few hours later when it was bedtime and Y/n went to sleep in her room after taking care of her assignments and on the work she missed at school today, the officer got comfy on the couch. He was going to be here until tomorrow morning. Unless something happened. The girl was so tired she fell asleep easily, feeling protected and warm despite the terrible weather outside.

It was really late at night when Y/n woke up to a phone call.. "Hello?" It was the police, informing her that the officer that had been sent to her house had a bad ‘accident’ on the way and whether she still needed an officer.

The girl’s eyebrows at first in confusion before it sunk in and her blood ran cold as the phone fell from her shaking hands. At the same time she felt someone next to her. On the fucking bed. Pure terror filled her and she slowly turned to look at the relaxed figure dressed in the uniform. A shaky cry left her as she started trembling, literally mortified.

“Tsk... The stupid cops ruined the fun.” His voice was nowhere near that gentle and warm comforting voice now. Instead a low and deep hiss filled with nothing but mock.

.

San's eyebrows were frowned when he saw the cop car pulling up. "Oh no... you did not, Princess." The male smirked and shook his head slowly as he noted that it was only one officer. Moving through the shadows, he pulled out his blade from the pocket of his pants, expertly swirling it around in his hand and toying with it like he usually did. "Now, let’s see why do you need the officer, babygirl" his voice was barley a whisper as he made his way over to the car.

San was always so slick with his movements, catching the non-existent sounds of his figure were barely audible to the human ear. Before the officer could even realise there was someone around, the male had banged his head against one of the entrance walls of the low rent cheap apartment building, dragging him into the darkness with him before stealing his clothes and then dumping his body in the river along his car.

It didn't even take him long. He was fast, accurate in his calculations and confident in his abilities. "Now, to my Princess' rescue" chuckling to himself as he climbed the stairs, pinning the nameplate reading 'Park Seonghwa' on his breast pocket before ringing the bell to her apartment.

.

"The real fun is only starting" San sang as he pinned her down on the bed, holding her wrists tight above her head. "You have no idea how many nights I've watched you touch that bitchy cunt of yours." His hard bulge rubbed against her thigh.

An astonished Y/n was trembling, warm piss suddenly starting to leak out of her in pure terror as her heart threatened to burst out of the skin of her chest. Oh no! Is that what she thought this was?! It took her brain a few moments to understand it as the realisation sunk in like a ton of bricks. "Y- You... You're... You..." She could only whisper, eyes widened to the shape of saucers as an evil grin made its way on his features.

As San felt the bed getting warm, he started laughing at the girl condescendingly. "Look at you! Pissing yourself like a baby! How pathetic and disgusting! Did you really think anyone would help you, tsk?" He loved how she was shaking, the glow of her skin caused by the little droplets of sweat, her heartbeat that he could literally feel and the terror in her eyes.

Y/n started crying, the piss not stopping as it pooled inside her thighs. "Y- You're... You're the... stalker…" She whispered, still in disbelief as to how he managed that. "H- How did... How did you..." Oh God. Oh no.

The storm outside was so loud that screaming for help would just be in vain. It was so late no one would even be up...

"Baby, just like you said… I’m the stalker… I know everything about you…" His tone was sensual as he started kissing up the soft skin of her neck, moaning from how soft and delicate it felt. "Fuck! Your skin is even softer than i- it looks…" San felt himself twitch.

The girl was trembling as she slowly put it all together, staring at the ceiling as a feeling of despair and hopelessness filled her. "Y- You were p- pretending a- all this time! You're not the officer!" Adrenaline filled her as she kneed his cock, swiftly turning on her stomach and crawling off the bed before rushing out of the room. Nobody could hear the commotion. It was too loud outside.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" San yelled before laughing loudly. He loved this. Finally something enjoyable in his once lone and bland life. Holding his crotch, the male after her to catch the girl before she got away, catching her easily. "Where do you think you’re going?!" A smack landed on her face as punishment for what she did.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Y- YOU CREEPY BASTARD!" Oh she would be getting a lot of beating for this! "H- HOW DARE YOU STALK ME A- AND THEN ENTER MY HOUSE! ILL R- REPORT YOU!" As she reached out to my table to hit him with something, her hand so conveniently ended up grabbing the razor and swung it back, going to hit him with it on the head.

San laughed tauntingly and caught her arm before she could hit him and shook his head, sighing. "Now now, isn’t this the razor you were holding when you played with that tiny little cunt of yours?" The shiny object dangled in his hand.

"P- PLEASE!" She remembered the text he'd sent her. "PLEASE! I- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Y/n had no idea what to say.

"Aww sweetie…" His words were soft. Almost. "Keep your begs for the time when I'll be pounding that dirty little pussy of yours." San held her hands above her head. "You like to be owned, huh? You like to serve your Master and show everyone how much of an obedient little whore you are?"

Y/n was crying harder now, afraid because she didn't know what was going to happen. "N- No! Please no! It's not true! P- Please just let me go! I- I don't want to!" Oh but she had a being kidnapped and raped fantasy. She loved the thought of someone dangerous, like San, terrifying her and fucking her, making her into his cockwhore. And he knew it. She wanted it all. The girl loved the fear and force. But all of it actually happening was something she'd never thought of. "Please! Let me go!" How could it? A whole fantasy becoming true?

"Oh please, my little slut! Let’s not fool ourselves here. I know you love the thrill of this, I know you LOVE getting used like a worthless little toy and I will give you what you want. You can try to resist me all you want but you’ll never get away from me. You're mine. I'll always catch you. You're mine and belong with me." Her eyes were on the razor as she kept thinking about the text he'd sent.

Y/n tried to reach out of his iron strong hold and snatch the razor from him. "Nu-uh…" San sang out as he held the object above him. "What if I shaved your head while I’m destroying that slutty pussy, huh? Would you like that you little whore?"

"No! NO! NO PLEASE!" Oh… But she felt wetness trickling down her leg. Oh no.

"My my!" The man chuckled darkly. "What’s this?" He swiped a finger up her bare thigh. "God, you’re such a pathetic whore, trying to fool yourself by saying no but I know you’re enjoying this. How stupid and dumb. Stupid slut!" His free hand smacked her face before grabbing her hands again.

"N- No! No! Please stop! This i- isn't what it looks like!" Before she somehow broke free again, this time biting his hand before she managed to reach the door, trying to unlock it but her hands were sweaty and cold, fingers literally frozen as she struggled to open the locks, cursing when they kept slipping against the metal.

San pushed Y/n up against the door with the most force he could come up with and pounced himself on her, letting his hard cock feel up her ass. "Don’t fight it anymore." And with that, he pulled her pj shorts down and turned her around before spreading her legs and pushed her up against the door, unclothing his cock and aligning his tip against her vagina before forcefully thrusting into her without warning before moaning loudly, throwing his head back. "God! Such a tight little nasty cunt!" San moaned and kissed along her neck, feeling like he'd go crazy from how delicate and nice her skin tasted.

The girl moaned loudly in pain, a warm stream of blood trickling down the man's monster cock. "O- Oh my God!" A sick part of her wondered if he would also shave her head and face... "I- IT BURNS!" A scream tumbled out of her lips.

"Oh… You were a virgin? Such a nasty little thing. Everyone thinks you’re an innocent little girl but in reality, you’re just a needy little bitch! Needy for cock! All the time!" He picked her up and carried the girl back to her room while still keeping his cock in her before plugging the razor in. "Come here!"

Oh yes. Oh no! Oh… She was having a battle with herself. Did she want this or did she not want this?! "PLEASE... S- SIR..."  Please yes or please no...? She didn't even know what was happening anymore. This was fucking crazy. Her stalker who had done God knows what to the cop and had entered her house after watching her for who knew how long. The stalker that had a private photo of her and she didn't even know how many other materials. And now was on top of her like this...

"Please what, babydoll?" San pulled her in and kissed the soft trembling lips roughly, loving how good she tasted and felt.

Y/n cried against his lips, the man's huge cock still in her wet and tight walls. "I- I am scared! P- People will laugh!" Was that the only thing she cared about?

"So you want me to, but scared people will laugh?" San smirked while pushing his hips back and forth, moaning with each thrust. "Let them laugh, that will turn you on even more because you love getting humiliated. I know you too well, baby.”

Y/n had faced such rejection and hostility her whole life from different people she had trusted with her safety from time to time… this was driving her crazy. Her messy emotions got the best of her at the end of it. Her breaths were heavy. "Y- You're right... You know me so well..." She started speaking his language. "Y- You want me? O- Or you'll leave me too?" This was wrong; sick.

“No. I am staying by your side and you’re staying by me. I’ve wanted you for so long... you have no idea.” He groaned at how good she felt, biting back the whimpers threatening to fall out of his lips from the pleasure. “You have no idea just how many nights I have jerked off thinking it was your tiny little pussy, hugging my cock as you moaned and begged me for more, slut.”

The girl blushed, feeling like she was dreaming. This felt perfect… at least to her troubled mind. "You're crazy... You're scary... You made me piss myself out of pure…” She whispered slowly, a small smile making its way on her lips. “...P- Please own me... P- Please shave me... my head and face... make me look like a dumb slut... s- sir... Your dumb slut..." Her shaky hand turned the razor on for him, pussy suddenly clenching around him as she finally acknowledged the pleasure it was receiving, a soft moan escaping her.

“Mmm... that’s my good slut” San hummed and praised, taking the now on machine and placing it against her hairline before running it down the top of her head, both of them moaning, Y/n from the feeling and San from the sight of the sight of now small bristles between her locks as his hips pushed in and out even faster.

The man now shaved off another strip from the spot besides the previously shaved one, humming as he remembered something and took the machine to her eyebrows first and pressed it against the skin, feeling himself hit her g-spot as her eyes rolled to the top of her head, mouth falling open as the male erased the hair above her eyes.

"Yes, s- sir! Please make me your good slut! I- I love you! I'll never leave you! Please never leave me, Master!" She started crying out of joy, kissing his hands as her unstable emotions made her feel absolute joy. He had accepted her as she truly was. In her darkest form. “Please write funny things o- on my skinhead when you’re done. I am a dumb whore!” To her, there wasn’t a man more great than him.

“Fuck yes… That you are.” San grunted as he started to shear the rest of her long locks like one would to a sheep. “You are my dumb little slut who will do nothing but serve her Master from now on!” His free hand landed a smack on her head which was showing up more and more, nothing but thin stubble covering the skin.

"Yes I will, Master! Please! Please treat me like trash!" Y/n clenched around him, near to cumming. “Trash that was born to take your cock! You're so good to me! I wish you'd snuck in my house this morning and raped me right there! I wish you'd have shaved my head and forced me to go to college like that! It would have been a pleasure to be humiliated like that and by you!” She was literally crying out of pleasure

“Oh..” The man chuckled while panting. “I will force you to go like this baby, don’t worry.” He promised as he snapped his hips even faster, feeling himself getting close from the sight and all her filthy confessions. “And I will wake you up by fucking you every morning, making you a mess and sending you off to college like that.” It was done, the only hair on the girl’s head slight messy stubble that he’d remove with a hand razor later to reveal the skin underneath.

"Yes, please! Please always only force me and rape me! Please keep me bald! Keep me at your feet! Please feed me your piss and cum! I want to be your hand and footrest! I want to be an object for you to fuck! A bitch for you to breed! Your little animal! I JUST WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT TO BE THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET!" She was sobbing as she started cumming hard, her tiny body spasming in pleasure while holding one of San's hands because it was her first time cumming from sex.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him from the intensity of it and kissed him while he played with her tits, pinching her nipples painfully as he kissed the girl back and let her ride out her high before pulling out. “On your knees!” San kept pumped himself until he came all over the girl’s pretty face and mouth. “That’s my good little cumdumpster.”

She smiled and started to kiss his cock and hands in respect, then his balls. Y/n really had truly submitted. "You're perfect, Master! Where have you been all my life?!" A pout made its way on her lips as she whined, hugging his leg and kissing it, not daring to go further up out of fear.

San was satisfied with her behavior. “I’m here now baby… And I am never leaving.” He kissed the younger one and slapped her ass lightly after helping her get up. “Lets get cleaned, doll.”

"Master, I wanna drink your piss." She shamelessly told him, not standing up, taking his cum off her face with her hand and greedily sucking at it. "A- And I wanna kiss your feet!" She was way too eager for this.

The man chuckled at her request. “You want to drink my piss? Then open up, my whore.” San held his cock over her mouth before putting pressure on his bladder, whimpering before the hot stream hit her lips.

Y/n was obediently on her knees drinking all of it after cringing at the taste a little, moaning happily. It was her first time drinking anyone's piss. She was in heaven. She finally had an owner! The girl made sure not one drop went to waste. "Thank you so much, Master! It is amazing!" The younger one stopped drinking and let his piss wet her face before starting to kiss his feet, fully in her subspace.

“You’re such an obedient little girl.” San praised, not being able to hold back the smile as he watched her, never having imagined her willingly being like this for him in such a short time period. But then again, he wasn’t surprised. “Good girl.” He cooed patting her head.

Y/n desperately kissed his hand and grabbed it, starting to cry. "M- Master... everyone leaves me... P- Please don't leave me... I- I'll die!" She almost promised him, nothing short of a maniac. Maybe she was even more twisted than San, in a way

“I’ll never leave you, you’re mine and everyone will know that.” Cupping her cheeks, he passionately kissed her, already making plans in his head about how he will modify all of her features as his perfect little pet.

The girl giggled, sucking at his lips greedily. "Master! Your piss was on my face!" She tried to get it off. "Give it back! Ish mine!" Huffing, she lapped at his piss like a needy little bitch.

San chuckled from her antics and swiped his fingers on the pretty face before holding them up against her lips. “Open up…” He let her suck on the piss covering his fingers. “Fuck... you’re so perfect for me.”

Holding his arm like a child, Y/n started sucking on his fingers greedily, smiling. "Thank you, Master!" Before she made his fingers hit the back of her throat, making herself gag and loving it all. "Mashter Mashter! Whatsh your name?" The girl questioned while deep throating his fingers.

“It’s San, baby.” The man replied with a smile, watching her choke on his fingers, her warm drool trickling down his long fingers.

"Shan! Ish sho pretty! I am Y/n!" Letting go of his hand, she hugged him which was returned with a chuckle.

“I know, babygirl.”

"M- Mashter... I- I dunno why b- but... I- I shaw a video too a- and I want you to s- shove my shaved hair u- up my assh and i- in my mouth... a- and take picturesh... Hehe I am sho naughty!" His eyebrows raised as she hid in his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

San patted her messily shaved head. “Yes. You are, baby. You’re fucking naughty but okay. Daddy is here to help his little girl with all her little disgusting whore fantasies.”

"Y- You wanna?" Before she chirped again. "Mashter I want to be owned like an object a-nd like an animal! I wanna be like a p- piggy! A- And I want you to b- beat me and whip me e- everywhere a- and I wanna be bruished! A- And I want to be raped all the time!" She was too fucking sick and twisted but now that she wasn’t afraid of being judged, she was letting all that was locked deep down out.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll treat you like one, baby.” San said before chuckling to himself, still in disbelief of just how fucked up she really was.

"A- And I want you to fuck my bummie and not let me cum for monthsh! I wanna be forshed to wear chashtity! I want you to make me cry and beg but you don't give in and only torture me more!" She told him. "Pleashe alwaysh shlap me and my head!"

“Fuck... you’re so naughty baby… I love it.” San almost moaned from the sight before getting a chunk of her shaved hair and shoved it in her mouth before getting his phone and taking pics of her all stuffed and messily bald like that.

The twisted girl smiled in the pictures and eagerly nodded, turning her fat ass in front of him now. "Please put hair in assh too!" She struggled to speak, smiling and posing for all of the pictures.

San actually wanted to take a video of him shoving hair up her ass and so that was what he simply did, laughing. “Look at this disgusting little dumb cock whore! So slutty and needy! Loving to be humiliated and looked like a dumb fucktoy by her owner!” He spat on her.

"Yesh I am! Yesh I am!" Y/n spoke with difficulty, showing her stuffed face and head too, arching her back, imagining herself a beauty goddess of her own kind. "My lobely mashter shaved me! And ish gonna treat me like hish trash and look! I habe hair up my assh! And in my fashe! I've got no eyebrowsh!"

“My good little slave… All mine… So submissive” San praised, kicking her ass in the camera and chuckling at her squeak, watching her clench the hair up when her pucker winked. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” Lifting her face, he spat on her forehead.

"I ammmm~" she whined, face red before starting to try to rub her cunt against the floor.

“Look at her trying to desperately rub her slutty cunts on the floor…” He filmed it all. Fuck. He loved seeing Y/n all dirty and submissive for him.

Drool was dripping down her chin and boobs. "Yesh Mashter! O- Onwy fow yoooouuu~" a needy whimper left her.

“Mmm... yes, only for me” San spoke and slapped her hard which the girl loved, getting even more wet and kissing his hands. "I- I... cum pleashe..." She whimpered again, loving the control she was in.

“No... get up.” San warned sternly. “You’re not allowed to cum, you’re never allowed to cum.”

"B- But... M- Mashter..." The girl pouted and whined, having forgotten that she was the one that told him that she wanted him to never let her cum and torture her like that.

“Are you talking back to your Master?” Raising an eyebrow, he gripped her chin before slapping her, making sure it was all being recorded so he could fuck her to it later.

Her pussy tingled. “N- No! No Mashtew owwiieee…” The hair in her ass and mouth tickled humiliatingly.

"That’s what I thought" San husked and threw the phone on the bed before pushing her on the carpet again. "Tell me when you’re close."

"M- Mashtewwww" Y/n started crying like a little baby, shaking and dropping the hair from her mouth because it was getting hard to breathe.

"Did I say you could drop the hair?!" The man growled darkly before pushing the hair back in. "Breathe through your nose, dumb slut!"

The girl let out a cry, trembling and sobbing as she nodded. He was rough. It was making her cry. But she also loved it and felt wet. "Yesh!" She loved being at Master's mercy.

"Good girl." He said pushing her down on the carpet more. "Rub yourself nice and hard slut." Y/n started rubbing herself as he ordered, feeling the carpet burn against her pussy but she couldn't help but love it, biting her bottom lip through her stuffed mouth. Oh… She loved it so much. The girl wanted it to bleed almost… Reaching out to hold his hand, the girl spoke. "You're sho perfect... I wish I'd m- met you when I wash l- little..."

"I wish that too baby, fuck... I’d fuck you every night while your parents were peacefully sleeping in the next room…"

"Y- You'd fuck me when I wash a little baby?" This was fucking revolting and twisted. They were both utterly sick. Y/n kept moaning loudly and getting wetter, rubbing harder and harder. "Y- Your fat cock i- in my toothlessh mouth... AHHH... I wouldn't need miwk... You'd have fed me your Mashtew milk fwom youw cock..."

"Fuck yes!" He growled as he felt himself getting hard. "Yes baby… I'd feed you my cum every day. You'd have grown up getting your nutrients from it, eh?"

"Daddy... Daddy... You'd be my Daddy? But inshtead of miwk you'd feed me youw cum evewyday? Ish the besht miwk!" She was very close and her eyes fluttered shut when he started playing with her tits and pinched her nipples before pulling at them. "Then I'd say I grew up drinking Mashtew's cock miwk! Hehehe!" The girl was too far gone.

"God, yes! You’re such a filthy and sick whore!" San knew she were close so he pulled her up. "No cumming!" It made the girl whine loudly and she fell on her face.

"Mashtewwwwww!" Before she curled in his feet, calming down a little when he didn't give in and ripped her pussy away from the carpet. "M- Mashtew... p- pleashe may I wemove haiw now...?" It was getting stuck to her mouth.

"Yes. You may, my little cum rag." The male wanted to use her mouth and feed her his cum so he allowed.

Y/n dropped it and quickly cleaned her tongue and inside of the cheeks with her tiny hands. "Bleg... hehe~" she curled in his waist, rubbing her tiny head against his chest.

"Good girl~" he patted her head before pushing her back in position. "Now use that mouth good baby…" San pushed his cock down her narrow throat, loving how tight and warm she was, making her gag from the rush of it in an instant.

The girl gagged but enjoyed it, loving it all. She quickly started sucking his cock, grazing her teeth against it and swirling her tongue. Y/n had watched all that porn for a reason. Kissing his balls, she sucked on them, whimpering from how his private hair tickled her nose.

"Fuck! look at you! Sucking on master’s cock like a starved bitch!" He slapped her again, feeling his shape against the skin of her cheeks. "You love it, don’t you?!"

"Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!" She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking and whining as San rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, smacking her bald head before pushing his cock all the way down her throat, tightly clasping the back of her head.

The man groaned loudly as he twitched in the soft walls of her throat, washing her throat with his hot semen before cleaning her up and finally shaving her head fully until there was nothing but glossy skin left before they went to bed.

"I have shchool tomorrow... Mashter do you go to shchool?" Y/n yawned as she snuggled into San's built chest, whimpering and smiling whenever the realisation of who he was hit her.

She loved being owned.

"No I don't. I will be right here when you come back, my pretty slut." San said while kissing her softly like he hadn't unleashed his sadistic likes on her.

"Why don't you go to school?" She suddenly pouted. "Then how will Mashter have a career?! You'll be poow! I dun wan poow Mashtew!" Y/n huffed brattily. She didn't really care about that, only wanting to see his response because she loved to piss off her top.

"You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart." The male gritted out. "You’re stuck with me forever. If I am living on the streets, you’re living with me."

She opened her mouth to brat but the bell rang. Rushing to the door, Y/n opened it to reveal a police officer. "Oh... hi..." The officer smiled a bit at her and asked the girl if she still needed an officer and why she had hung up when they called. "O- Oh no officer... I was just being paranoid... It wasn't anyone..." Y/n's cheeks blushed because she could see the officer was staring at her shiny bald head and eyebrows. Feeling herself getting wet as humiliation made her blush, Y/n found herself wondering what it'd feel like if he smacked her on her head. The girl's nipples got hard.

But oh... she couldn't cum!

"Okay then, be careful, Miss." He tipped her hat, nodding a little before walking off.

Y/n felt so wet. "Have a good night, officer!" A giggle left her as the man disappeared, starting to rub herself against the door up and down, running her hand against her head.

"Now, what was that?!" San deeply spoke, pushing the girl against the door, making her head hit against it embarrassingly. "Did you forget who alone can make you wet?!" The male yelled before slapping her. "You sick little exhibition loving whore! Not even you can do what you like to yourself! You're all mine! Only I can do whatever I please to your whore body!"

"Yes... You... You sir!" Y/n closed her eyes and held her hands above her head, lowering it for him to slap. "Please hit my head... Ugh... fuck me up... I want my head to be bruised... Ugh fuck! I am so wet... Please beat me!"

"What a disgusting little trash!" The man laughed, slapping her head this time. "You love people making fun of you, huh?"

"Yes I do! Yes I do!" She whined. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make fun of me! Humiliate me! Hit me and bruise me! Make fun of me! Humiliate and degrade me! I want my whole college to laugh at me!" A loud cry left her.

"Let’s get you bruised up, then." San decided and started slapping the girl's tiny head and face until it was all red and sore. Y/n was crying by the time he was done, literally sobbing as she just fell on her knees and knocked out of exhaustion, her owner carrying her to the bed and then laying next to her knocked out form.

"Good night, my love." The male kissed her soft and red cheek before falling asleep too, holding her fragile body close to his, his slumber calm and satisfying today after so long.

.

Y/n stirred as she felt her pussy being invaded the next morning, making her stir as she felt lips upon her own and fingers pinching her nipples as her other boob was being groaped, her pussy expanding and sucking in a huge cock. San's huge cock. "M- Master~!" She whispered out when her eyes flew open and she was met with San's face. "W- What… s- so early?!"

"I promised you I'd wake you by fucking you every morning, didn't I, my slut?" He grinned and attacked her lips, eliciting an excited gigglish moan out of her as he started to fuck her fast and rough, pushing his balls in all the way.

“Y- Yes! Yes! F- Fuck!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the realisation that he had been fucking her in her sleep before she woke up, feeling him twitch inside her. “M- Master! I- I… c- cum…” Y/n tried to speak, her back arching from the pleasure of him biting on her nipples before smacking her bald head softly.

“Little breeding whores don’t get to cum, baby. They just take cock and let Master use them like the cum rags that they are.” San’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy, his hand gripping her neck for support when she clenched around him. “Fuck! So tight!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her face got red from how rough his thrusts were, how much her clit was burning for stimulation, how much her ovaries hurt to cum. “Look at this hairless little whore! Unable to even breathe without my permission let alone cum!” He spat in her mouth before turning her around and pushing up her ass, chuckling when she whined out.

“Sorry, slut. Little whores don’t get what they want around here and only please Master as they are supposed to.” Grabbing a sharpie, San started writing on her head whilst choking her with one hand, pounding her harder and harder up her ass. “Hurry up and please your Master well so we can go to an important place before you go to school.”

‘I am a bald little nasty slut. Please hit my head. I love it.’ Was written on the back of her head as the man laughed, deciding to not tell her what he’d done just yet, waiting for her to find out later when the people on campus would be warming that cueball up.

.

Y/n was whimpering as San waved at her and she shakily walked inside her college with a bald head, wearing nothing inside her skirt as she sneakily pushed the slipping ass plug back inside her cum filled ass. Lowering her bald head now that she was outside and people were staring at her new look, the girl gulped and felt herself squeezing her legs when some girl giggled at her.

Fuck… She couldn’t help but bite her lip, loving the humiliation as her cheeks felt hot.

Master had gotten her pussy, septum and nipples pierced before walking her to college. He was going to buy a special leash for that that was going to be passed through all her piercings to ensure she was in his control at all times.

Her train of thoughts was broken when a smack landed on her head by a guy passing by before he chuckled at her shocked expression. Before the girl could question him, she received a text by San. A picture message. Of what was written on the back of her head.

Widening her eyes, Y/n gasped and her hand automatically grazed against her head. No wonder the piercing lady had lightly smacked it before Master and she had laughed at the girl. “N- No… you didn’t…” She whispered in shock before one of her ‘friends’ smacked her head, making it jerk forwards.

“Cute look, Y/n.” Before she walked off to class, the people passing by gave her looks and talked about her.

Fuck… She squeezed her thighs in utter humiliation as the wind blew, making her desperately try to keep her skirt down as wetness trickled down her thigh. The girl wasn’t allowed to touch herself and not cumming was one of the rules now upon Master’s order and her foolish confession. She had a whole day to last before getting home and begging him to let her earn it.

Her ass stuffed, body owned, everyone silently chuckling at her humiliating look and getting smacks to the head like that wasn’t going to help.

“Oh, Master…” She whined to herself in despair. “What have you done?”

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Shinsou,Dabi and Hawks w/ cheeky s/o

Request: helloo!! may i request dabi, hawks and shinsou’s reaction to their s/o randomly coming up to them, grabbing their hand kissing it and then running away giggling and going “catch meee~” 🥺 - anonymous

So freaking cute omg!!!!! Okay I may or may not have changed it up a bit for Dabi, not much though you’ll see. I hope you like it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff

Shinsou Hitoshi 

-This man...

-Be my husband 2020

-I swear if I don’t get myself a Shinsou you have the okay to kill me. 

-Anyways. 

-We all know by now that he is so damn soft for you. 

-You can be literally doing something really mundane like homework or watching a YouTube video and this man is like “YOU CUTE AS HELL HOW YOU DO DAT?”

-Yeah he’s so damn whipped. 

-He tends to wait for you outside 1-A’s classroom either to go get lunch or walk you to your dorm. 

-Boy is so sweet and caring I can’t TAKE IT!!

-You got me simping over Shinsou on the daily. 

-He has his back to the wall and is just chilling, waiting for you to come out. 

-He hears your laugh coming from inside the classroom and he melts!!!!

-His favorite sound in the whole world. 

-Then you walk out talking with Mina and Kaminari, laughing hysterically at something Kami said. 

-You spot him immediately and run to him, squeezing him into a hug and giving a peck on his cheek. 

-He grabs your hand and you make your way to the dorms. 

-Your classmates were scattered around the campus so it was only you and him walking to the dorms. 

-You were acting overly energetic and cheeky today and he lived for it.

-So, completely out of the blue, you raise his hand and bring it to your lips giving it a small peck before letting it go and sprinting ahead. 

- “You gotta catch me Toshi!!!”

-He was dumbfounded at first, mainly because he was overly flustered by your action. 

-He snapped out of it quickly and ran after you, catching you in no time and tackling you into the grass.

-You couldn’t stop laughing as you rolled around like toddlers. 

- “I think I won more kisses, kitten.”

-He sure did. 

-GIVE HIM HIS WELL EARNED KISSES!!!

Dabi

-Another husbando.

-I swear I’m a slut for most of them and yes I am proud of that.

-He loves your kisses especially when they are spontaneous. 

-He likes both receiving and giving them. 

-No shame™.

-He’s lazy like really lazy so most likely you do it while laying down.

-Being peppered by kisses?

-Yes please. 

-Might ruin his reputation if someone found out he becomes mush just from a few kisses. 

-Anyhow.

-You two are laying in bed, as you do. 

-You are reading a book and he is playing Candy Crush on his phone. 

-And since this particular book was quite boring you decide to have some fun with your boyfriend. 

-Closing the book you took hold of his arm that was resting on your waist and brought it to your lips. 

-You left a trail of feather light kisses from his palm to his shoulder and from there all the way up to his lips. 

-He had abandoned the game at this point and had closed his eyes, enjoying your lips on his skin and how much it tickled. 

-I swear he almost fell asleep. 

-Then your lips were off of him and you were no longer laying next to him.

-You had a small grin on your face, that spark in your eyes dared him to get up. 

- “If you want more you’ll have to catch me baby.”

-Oh its on.

-You thought he would hesitate to chase you around the room and hideout if you chose to leave your shared room?

-Ha you were wrong. 

-The man was deprived of his kisses. 

-He has to gain his kisses back. 

- “Wait till I got you doll face.”

Hawks

-Fastest hero at your service. 

-Do this to him and he will go APE SHIT IN THIS BITCH.

-Have I ever said how touch starved he is?

-From the way his parents treated him to the cruelty of the hero commission, baby Mac-chicken has gotten no affection whatsoever. 

-So when he found you, the light of his world, he would legit nest on you for affection. 

-I kid you not you’ll have a grown ass pigeon following you around the house with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist just to get a few extra pecks. 

-When he has time to stay at home and well cuddle he will make the most out of it and will prevent YOU from going to work.

-So when you took his hand while you two were watching some Netflix he knew that he was about to either a) get cuddles or b) get a kissing shower. 

-And apparently, judging by the small kisses you were leaving in his palm, it was option b.

-But then you stopped and he froze, remote in hand staring at the TV with a startled look on his face. 

-Slowly he turned to you and saw your smirk. 

-He was about to whine when you kissed him on the lips and leaped out of the couch.

-You sprinted into your shared bedroom, your giggles echoing through the halls as you left behind a really REALLY confused Keigo. 

-He got up and went inside the room finding a lump on the bed that was covered with blankets. 

-He let out a sigh and went to raise the blankets when you burst through the closet and shout a “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN SLOW POKE!!”

-Confused x2.

-All this turned into a game of hide and seek, with you jumping out of areas Keigo didn’t know you could fit in or even reach.

-When he finally caught you, he was the one to shower you with kisses saying how you were a lively little birdy. 

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