#or. as close as I could with a yandere au ig.

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I won’t lie, I completely forgot that I actually planned on posting writing on this blog- aghhh I’m one of the most inconsistent people alive, god help this outcast please. Here’s some stuff I wrote while listening to the ruikasa fixer cover. Hopefully since school’s over for the summer I’ll remember to write more! Might do Tsukasa later.

General yandere Rui headcanons

Yandere type: Monopoly main type with stalker and manipulative subtypes

I think you’d know Rui either as one of his middle school friends or as a WxS fan

If you were friends in middle school, I think he’d be less intense in his obsession. You’ve already stuck with him for this long, so he has less doubts of whether or not you’ll leave him.

On the other hand, if you meet him through his shows with wxs, he’s much more paranoid about you abandoning him, especially if you also end up getting close with the other members.

He doesn’t realize his feelings for you at first, though his friends probably notice. It’s likely one of them teasing him about you that makes him finally piece things together.

Anyway, I think he would’ve stalked you throughout school and occasionally outside of that even before he realized he loved you, but now that he knows, he’s upping the ante

Any room with good hiding spots have cameras in them, he’s hacking your devices, giving you little robotic gifts that, while cute and fun, also have listening bugs.

Speaking of gifts, you now have a horde of them. Anything from little figurines that throw confetti, to your own robo-you if you’re shy like Nene.

He brings you along to his rehearsals. He does show off a bit, but it’s in line enough with his usual dramatics that it’s only obvious if you’re looking for it.

Unfortunately, Rui tends to be Extremely Jealous. He is NOT a fan of you getting close with the others. I think he’d believe Tsukasa to be the biggest threat, since he can be genuinely charming, followed by Emu, then Nene, since he’s known her for a while and trusts that she won’t hurt him by getting in his way.

I don’t think he would resort to killing other people, it’s just not in his character. I think his method of driving people away from you would be leaning into his reputation as an unhinged freak so that people stop talking to you since he’s pretty much glued to your side whenever he can be. This might result in some injury to others, but usually nothing too bad. He won’t go further than a medium sized cut or a particularly bad bruise.

The main motive behind his obsession is a fear of abandonment. He’s been so alone and isolated from his peers for so long that the first time someone he’s in love with doesn’t think he’s creepy (before the stalking, anyway) he can’t help but latch on to you and never want to let go.

He’s entirely aware that what he’s doing and feeling isn’t normal or sane, but at the same time, he doesn’t really care. Even if you do find out, he’s been called a maniac for almost all of his life, so even if it stings a bit more, what’s one more person? If push comes to shove, he could just stage an incident to get you expelled and then keep you in his basement with him and his inventions.

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Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

-Secret crush!!

-Yandere Gojo.

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

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Warnings: Simp Gojo ig, trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia.

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The car was slightly quiet, besides Gojo’s occasional replies to his phone call. The chauffeur seemed to have his mouth taped shut, only focusing on taking you to the warehouse where your boss's jets are stored.

The 3 a.m. breeze passing through the window and kissing your face is starting to make your cheeks cold to the touch. The night’s temperature makes you kind of regret your outfit choice, but what could you say? Leaving the drugs and mafia behind, it was your first time visiting China! You were so excited for every new experience there was to offer. You may be there on a “business trip,” but considering all your expenses are paid, you might as well make it memorable. That led you to go all out when choosing the first outfit you’d wear when flying private. Your chest was adorned by a burgundy sleeveless turtleneck top, a black miniskirt that hugged your waist, and some below-the-knee leather-heeled boots that combined with your top.

You quickly shook the regret away. Your priority is to progress on this week's worth of work, taking advantage of the current free time you have. Your soft fingertips quickly tapped the warm computer resting on your thighs. Unbeknownst to yourself, the tall figure with fluffy white hair scratched his undercut with one hand while the other lazily held the phone close to his ear. He couldn’t help but dare to take a peek at your smooth legs. He tried to contain himself, which he really did, but his eyes couldn’t help but wander up your thighs. The phone call is now long forgotten, only working as a background nose for his shameful fantasy, where he lies his head on your cushiony, soft thighs while your long nails trace figures along his scalp.

-“Whatcha looking at doesn’t like my outfit or what?”-You question catching him off guard after finally noticing his burning stare.

Gojo’s eyes widened in surprise, but his ego wasn’t going to let him keep quiet and possibly seem embarrassed in front of you or anyone. So he quickly fixed his posture and struck back.

-“Are those the boots I gave you for Christmas? It's the first time I’ve seen you wear them. They don’t look completely hideous on you.”

Gojo thanked whatever god still had mercy on him for giving him the perfect excuse to look your way.

-“It is the first time I’m wearing them!!! How did you notice?” - You giggled at him shamelessly, flashing him your pearly whites. How could you do this to him? Now he wanted to buy every pair of boots in the world just to see your smile as you showed them off to him and blushed at him.-“ I wish I was as easily observant as you. You’re once again correct. I just wanted to save them for a nice event.”

-“You've never been on a plane before?"

-“Not a private one.”

Poor you.

So your first time is going to be with me, huh? How sweet.” Gojo joked proudly, wearing a smug smile.

You threw some sticky notes at his head that you had in your purse, to which he just responded with a low and slow cackle.

The chauffeur looked back in surprise, wondering how you still had all your extremities together after disrespecting the boss like that.

You now rest your chin on the window as you approach the warehouse. After passing various checkpoints with armed men in the middle of nowhere, you finally arrive at his warehouse.

Geto ordered around the employees as they packed something onto the jet. You couldn’t continue snooping since one of your guards opened the door to signal you to leave the car.

As you get off, you feel the rough concrete make friction with your boots. As you start to explore the view, you see like five warehouses surrounding the pathway. As your assistants grab the luggage in the trunk, you look around for familiar faces.

You promptly see your boss appear from the side of the train and shortly walk over to you. 

-“Ladies first.” -He points with his head to the open silver jet door.

You glance back at him in a distrusting manner and soon head into the aircraft. The cabin smelled sterile, the hallways were wide and decorated with cashmere white seats adorned by cedar walls with floating tables and big round windows to your side was a twin bed with feathery pillows and cushiony covers.

-“Can i sleep here? If I fall asleep right now, I might avoid jet lag.” - You ask this question while settling down on the bouncy bed, you avoided giving any compliments to your boss, you didn’t want to seem easily surprised by his extravagant wealth.

-“Tired already? I thought you wanted to spend the night with me.”-He banters as usual.

-“As if you could offer me a good night.”- You joke back, and he simply raises an eyebrow.-“I’m feeling a little groggy, but if you need me up, I’ll be charging you a nighttime fee in USD of course, since we are traveling internationally.”

Gojo opens his mouth to respond but is shortly interrupted by his godmother.

-“Gas tanks are full; flights starting in 5.”-Comments the raven head while serving himself and Gojo a cup of whiskey from the bar.

-“Want some?” -He asks, looking toward your direction.

-“It’s 3 a.m.; what type of question is that? Pass the bottle, bro.”-You respond while tying your hair for a fun night.

 

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Your knocked-out body is seen slugging on the before mentioned bed, neck in a creepy pose and your cheeks painted red. Your skirt is slightly riding up on your thighs,barely noticeable to the untrained eye,but still too much for Gojo's liking.

Gojo and Geto are sitting down in the seats in front of you, enjoying the spectacle of your drunken self. They’re still completely sober from their third glass of whisky.

Gojo takes his phone out and is about to take a picture until Geto grabs his hand.

-“Better not; what if she gets mad and fucks up our taxes.”- His best friend intervenes.

Gojo quietly nods and reincorporates himself into his seat, spreading his legs as far as possible , sliding his Ferragamo shoes across the carpet to touch your boots with the tip of his footwear.

After strutting back into the cabin from speaking with the pilots in the cockpit,Geto  let’s gojo know that they’re landing in Sanduzhen in about an hour, just to later disappear into one of the rooms on the jet. Meanwhile, Gojo is still staring at your freshly run-over deer pose.

You look so uncomfortable.

You may even wake up with neck pain.

He wasn’t very content with the thought of you waking up hungover and with neck pain.

He sat up and looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, then strategically hooked his arm under your knees while grasping your arms with the other hand. Once he had you in a bridal position, he crouched down a bit and grabbed your leather purse to later stand back up again. He was so tempted to just stand there and hold you in his arms like a big baby and feel your hot breath tickle his neck, but he recognized you both have a busy day ahead of you, so he simply had to ignore your sweet cotton candy perfume and lay you to rest. He swiftly headed to the back of the cabin, where his bedroom is located, to next effortlessly open the door and shut it behind himself.

He laid your limp body cozily on the comforter, and he then proceeded to carefully sit on the bed while side-eyeing you to see if you would flutter your eyes open and catch him red-handed. Once he confirmed you were out like a light, he gently unzipped your boots and put them aside to then cover you with the thickest, softest blanket he could find.

He just as carefully stood up and was just about to walk off and do whatever shady shit he usually does when he realized he deserved a treat for being such a gentleman, right?

He crouched down to your face level and took his big, cold, and scarily pale hand and tamed the wild hairs that cover your face. His pointer finger then started to trace all your factions. He could feel his cheeks burn as your soft skin met with his finger tips. As if he weren’t already testing the limits of his self-control, his gaze faltered at the sight of your pink, rosy lips, slightly agape. He was better than this; he knew better than to fantasize about locking lips with his secretary. But he needed to get something out of it, something that was worth the agony he experienced at the thought that he couldn’t just lay next to you and cuddle away the cold, something worth his jagged breaths as he tried to ignore your intoxicating scent or worth making him hate himself as he acted like a teenage boy around you, like he wasn’t beheading some messengers from a rival gang then sending some of their parts to their boss and their families.

So he said, Fuck it, and submerged his head between your neck and hair as he inhaled your essence. After getting drunk on your scent, he backed off and planted a chaste kiss on your bare shoulder. He wishes to plant many more, but one is all he can afford for the moment.

Then he decided to finally leave before doing anything crazy, and to his luck he managed to withdraw from his room a few minutes before Geto left his own.

-“Satoru.”

-“Yeah?” The white-haired man replied, concealing his previous high adrenaline rush.

-“Do you think she’ll find out?”

After his best friend muttered that sentence, every drop of joy drained from his system.

-"What’s done is done.”

The godmothers face winced before an announcement was heard on the cabin speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s your pilot speaking; we have arrived in Shanghai, mainland China.”

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A/n: Hello my beautiful angels , I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you guys think gojo is hiding from the reader? Did you like the secret one sided romance going on? I’d like to remember y’all that suggestions and request are open. Once again comments are appreciated, until next time, kisses.💋

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☆Master list☆

Because my other one is gross and apparently not doing its job. Plus its fully updated.

Rules and about me here

Link to og master list here if u want it ig but its not that different. ML

♧Megumi♧

Drunk Megumi's over due confession

Synopsis: Megumi gets unknowingly drunk on his birthday and spills a secret.

Yuji's little sister

Synopsis: You join Jujutsu high with your older brother yuji, meeting Megumi as well.

The same.

Synopsis: Yuji dies and the weight falls on your shoulders, the only way you thought to take it of was but hurting yourself.

Crying over Megumi

Synopsis: Megumi find you in your dorm after your mission avoiding him.

Pervy Megumi (Thoughts)

Synopsis: Not a fic more just like general ideas of him.

When he finds out you harm yourself

Synopsis: Usually you don't get into much danger when you harm yourself, but his time Megumi found you.

Megumi head cannons (the start of dating

Heired as a secretary

Synopsis: You go for the job for secretary without fully knowing what you got yourself into.

MEGUMI SERIES

Synopsis: Gojo watches as his son grows and is there every step of the way (even if Megumi dosen't know it)

Megumi and get caught up in the moment (And on Gojo's phone)

Synopsis: Megumi gives up on his mind and follows his instincts. And Gojo bares witness.

You and Megumi have your first official date

Synopsis: You and Megumi sneak out at night only for you to be pleasantly surprised by your fist date.

Bed bugs

Synopsis: He could care less about the marks he leaves.

☆Yuji☆

Yuji being horrible at comforting you and getting jealous over a 'guy'

Synopsis: Yuji hears you crying uncontrollably but after he fails to console you Gojo interrupts. which pretty much dose the trick.

Perv Yuji

Synopsis: Just some thoughts, like the Megumi one but *Sweeter* or so I tried to make it.

Toxic bf Yuji head cannons

♡Yuta♡

Nothing yet...which is kinda weird because he's my favorite character.

There is a bit of him in the various fics tho.

♤Toge♤

Nothing yet...

~Gojo~

7 Minutes in panic (College AU) 1700 words EXACTLY.

Synopsis: You go to a party for the first time and run into your Chemistry partner. As luck would have it the night goes wrong when your drink turns out to be spiked and your stuck with him in your closet.

Mafia Gojo needs to go to work but you could care less.

Synopsis: Really short less then 100 words. Gojo has to go to work but you convince him not to.

Assassin partner Gojo tries to make up for his mistakes.

Synopsis: Gojo's made a few mistakes in his job when it comes to you but in the end he knows you weren't one of them.

When you are replaced.

Synopsis: A new transfer teacher comes to Tokyo jujutsu high and she seems a bit to friendly.

He cheats but he still loves you

Synopsis: Yandere Gojo, his pleasure is cheating but that dosen't mean he dosen't love you.

•Geto•

Taken

Synopsis: after moving on you thought the past was behind you. That was until Geto showed up with no warning and kidnapped you.

OR Look at the various or go to the series section for '5 satges of greif'

¤ Nanami ¤

Teen Nanami and the random trampoline

Synopsis: Nanami just feels like a happy kid.

Teen Nanami winning cards.

Synopsis: In a game of cards, Nanami competes for the first prize which you gladly give him.

Jealous of the cat

Synopsis: He comes home after work only to find that there is another burden in your home.

Attempted

Synopsis: after coming back from work Nanami finds you and you dangerously close suicide attempt.

▪︎Sukuna▪︎

Sukuna switching with Yuji when your both asleep.

Synopsis: Sukuna wants a feel of what Yuji gets.

Intervention

Synopsis: You were going to go get married off to the Gojo clans strongest, how ever you disappear when you marriage was announced. The only clue anyone has to your disappearance is the monster lurking in the woods.

Choso

He gets jealous of your new pet cat.

Synopsis: You find a stray cat and Choso is not a cat person.

-Series-

5 stages of grief

1 Denial, Megumi Fushiguro

Synopsis: After Megumi's death you start seeing him everywhere, but every time your reminded that he is dead.

2 Anger, Suguru Geto

Synopsis: After his death you cut yourself off and busy your life with work, however when your called into Shibuya you can't bring yourself to kill him, until he assures you that its okay.

3 Bargaining, Satoru Gojo

Synopsis: After Gojo's death you try everything you can for years but nothing will bring him back.

4 depression, Nanami Kento

Synopsis: In an attempt to be reunited with your dead lover you take the ultimate self sacrifice.

Various JJK men and scenarios:

-Pretending to be your boyfriend and saving you from creeps:

Synopsis: Creep approaches, their there to save you.

Megumi and Yuji

Gojo and Geto

Nanami and Toji

Sukuna and Choso (Coming soon)

-When you forget your umbrella:

-Synopsis: You forget your umbrella but they find solutions.

Yuji and Megumi

Teen Gojo and Office worker Nanami

-When the train is crowded

Synopsis: The train goes thorough rush hour and you guys got stuck in it.

Yuji, Megumi and Yuta

-When the secretly hear you sing

Synopsis: You don't like singing infront of other people, but they want you to sing around them.

Megumi and Yuji

-When they accidently fall on you and vice versa

Synopsis: Its exactly what it sounds like.

Yuta and Yuji

-When you go to your first festival with them

Synopsis: You go to the festival for the first time with

Megumi, Yuji and Yuta

-When you turn delusional

Synopsis: From sleep deprivation to blood loss.

Yuji and Toge

-When you think they would hurt you.

Synopsis: When arguments bring your instincts back, they almost drop everything to love you again.

Yuji and Megumi

Yuta and Gojo

-Movie date but things get heated.

Synopsis: A simple movie in an almost empty cinema is good enough. (Not smut but suggestive)

Gojo and Megumi

-When they eat the last donut

Gojo and Yuji/Sukuna

-When they have an older GF

Yuji and Yuta (Aged upish, nothing illegal okay)

-Their morning voice

Megumi and Yuji

-When someone breaks into your house

Megumi and Yuji

-Touching your weak spot

Yuji and Yuta

-Touching THEIR weak spot

Yuji and Megumi

Gogo, Geto and Nanami

*If you want me to write anything again or with some one else or something new entirely

PLEASE SEND ME REQUSTS

I LOVE THOSE THINGS

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 6

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: suggestive themes, kiss, talk about past, lots of flirting(!!!) nothing else Ig.

W.C: 5.2k

For my beloved: @oreharuuu

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

The Angel is back.

Yeosang is back to his loving and happy friend aura. You don’t know why he was acting all rude and mysterious for these past months since I that day but you are excited to be with his company. He is such a sweetheart. His caring nature is beyond expected and the worry look on his face is something that keeps bugging in the backside of your head. Like, You have seen this angelic smile and felt this care and loved before. But where?

Employees might wonder that you are cheating behind Wooyoung with Yeosang. Yes, that guy is always being trailing behind you every day in the off-time but never once anybody see you getting along with Yeosang before. To wave off their suspicion, you tried to tell him not to show his closeness with you in public but you didn’t want him to be distant again so you kept it to yourself. He might have noticed your discomfort so he smilingly but in a tone of threat, he made it clear to everyone that she is a part of their family and no one should judge you otherwise they have to face the consequences.

“Yeosang, you didn’t have to be like that to them. They were so scared of you.”

He chuckled, “So? They should know their place. I can tolerate anything but I won’t be thinking twice if I hear anything about you and if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“Why are you caring so much?” You asked while shifting in your place beside him. It’s so nice spending time with him in the terrace.

He casted a glance at you and then looked forward to the wide city view, “Even if I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t. That was not your fault to leave me but somehow, I still get mad when I remember that you ran away and never came back.” He turned towards you and cupped your face, “Why did you leave us?”

Run away? Left them? Why do you feel that you know about this but still somewhere you can’t remember some important parts. You always see yourself running in your dreams and escaping from somewhere. You were scared and wanting help but nobody was there. Should you tell him about your dreams? Maybe later. What if you were running away from them?

You held his wrists and smiled, “I don’t know why I did. But one thing is that am sure about is I was in need of somebody. A person who could protect me but no one was there and I was all left alone. I was scared, Yeosang”

A sad look appeared on his face. Air of guilt suffocating him but still he managed to cup your cheeks.

“Every time remember that even if you are my enemy then also you will be the first person I would protect. I can’t hurt you, Y/n.” In a soft tone he said to you.

“Then why did you behave like that on the first day?”

He avoided your eyes hearing the question, placing his hands on his thighs, he looked down, “I was scared that you would leave again. I would lose you again and that guy in your college would steal you away from me.”

“You both are my friends. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving either of you.” You placed your hands on his.

  You wonder what they would do with the ones who speak tons of nonsense about you and the CEOs behind their back. You don’t mind it though as you are trying your best to ignore them as you have got your boys.

Well, boys. Your boys.

Yeah, it may sound funny that you are calling some grown men as your boys but one time after your tired day when you were scrolling through the phone, Seonghwa and Hongjoong came inside the cabin with lots of treats and all the snacks were your favourite despite some of those were disapproved by Hongjoong. You laughed when he scolded you for eating those unhealthy foods but still, he had that fondness in his eyes while watching you enjoying their treat. You told them that they were behaving like teenage boys and they gladly mentioned that they are your boys. And then everytime, you are teasing them calling them out as your boys, of course behind those employees at work.

Did you call them as your boys back then?

“When we were friends back then, did you all use to buy snacks for me like this?” You asked them while munching your cookies.

Honjoong was leaning against the corner table and going through some files placed on it. On hearing your question, he adjusted his glasses and looked up to give a small smile to your direction, “Yeah…you can say like that. Maybe we did. We…just wanted you to be happy, to see you always smiling.”

“And we are relieved that our little angel is enjoying our treat so much.” Seonghwa leans against the table in front where he managed to make a place to keep his hand as you have spread your snacks all over it.

“Little…angel?” You have heard this name. Maybe by someone with whom you had come across many times or might be Beomgyu. No, he can’t be the one calling you these names. Then who? You are sure you are not wrong remembering hearing this name before. Lately, many mysterious things seemed familiar to you and you are curious every day. Oh wait! How did you forget this name? You have heard this in your dream.

“You…you used to call me this name?....” You said while your curious eyes dancing between both of them.

“Are you asking me or you are remembering anything?” Seonghwa seemed too happy hearing you and he held your hands tightly.

“I…I don’t know…It just felt like I have heard this.”

Hongjoong came beside you and patted your head, “If you ever remember something do tell me or any one of us. We would be happy to get to know the past or maybe” He casted a glance at the other man standing on the other side and then turned to you, “we would likely know the things happened…with you after you left us.”

You nodded.

……..

Tell them what you remembered. You have managed the courage a lot of times to tell them about your dreams but the time you are standing in front of them, you just give them a smile and shake your head as if those are nothing to bother about. But deep down you want to voice out. Many things are clear, most importantly that you knew them back in your school days but them being your friends is still a mysterious topic. The nicknames they are using like Wooyoung calling you his cupcake, Yeosang as doll and Seonghwa as his little angel, these are exactly those names you hear in your dreams. One might find it weird to hear and see stuffs in dreams and then spending the whole day thinking about that but for you, having some flashbacks is really an important matter. Few days back when you heard Wooyoung saying the same sentence from your dream while giving you the cupcake triggered something that lead you to ignore him. He was really upset and others found it concerning when you both were being distant. But one day, you went to talk to him and told him that you were suddenly feeling down past those days and that was the time when Yeosang suddenly changed and you three started spending time together. One day Hongjoong commented when you three were enjoying time at the terrace during the break that seeing you with both of them felt like Deja-vu. Is it though? So, you used to spend your days like that? Now half of your mind is excited that you are finally remembering stuffs and getting close to your old friends and rest half is curious and confused to know how exactly your relationship was with them. Were you only friends or you had something more than that with one of them?

Now, here comes Star. You are literally so happy to get her company in this little adventure. You have introduced Beomgyu to her one day when you two went out for a girls’ day outing but suddenly you came across him. Gradually, they have become good friends as well. You are literally having a best life with both of your new friends and old friends. Star is still being stick to the point on not telling them anything about your dreams and insisted you to tell them later when it would be a better time. Here comes the problem, recently whenever one of them finds you out having whispering conversation with Star, they would drag you away as if they are not liking you being friends with her. There should not be a problem but now you have to go outside or somewhere private to talk to her. Still, you know you have been on watch by none other than Yunho. Oh, he is enjoying this too much as whenever he catches you alone or talking with her then he would just tilt his head and smirks at you as if he is saying ‘There is nowhere you can run to.’ Yeah, of course as you are yet to get familiar to the building, not like him maybe literally born here. Very funny!

Your first target was Wooyoung and you needed to get to know about him as much as you wanted but the problem was you didn’t know from where to start with. So, you and Star made it to the point that you would get to know everything from him. If he is so friendly and nice to you then he should not hesitate in telling you how you met him but you need to keep in mind that you are not crossing your limit asking him too many questions that can make him feel like you are doubting him. You are just confused with everything like if you really had such nice friends then what would have been the matter for you to be in a condition where you could see yourself in horror in your dreams.

“What are you doing here?”

Your gaze moved towards the man standing at the door leaning and drinking his coffee. You didn’t expect him to be here but his curious eyes looking back at you with his question.

“Woo, I was just completing some paper works by tonight. Do you need something?” You glanced at the clock and sighed.

“I heard you were searching for me this afternoon. Why?” He asked and sat across from you.

Oh. I almost forgot.

“Yeah, I was. It’s nothing important if you are busy then we can talk about it later.”

He shook his head and leaned forward, “It’s look like you are busy right now but whenever you want to talk to me just remember I’m always available for you.”

You smiled at the grinning man in front, “I have almost finished with this work so it wont matter if we spend some time together. Jongho was helping me a lot this evening so Hongjoong won’t scold me again for not completing the work on time.”

He laughed, “You know he doesn’t actually get angry with you. It’s just his position’s characteristic which he needs to show to people so that they don’t take him easy. He has a lot of responsibility and a perfect big brother to us and he always look after us and…you. He can’t do anything that would scare you or that could harm you.”

“And you? What about you?” You put the papers aside and rested your face on your palm, elbows resting on the table and watching how he was turning the pages and glancing at you. His eyes caught yours but you didn’t look away.

“What about me?” He asked you and leaned forward.

“I want to know how you actually are, like you described Hongjoong. Were we the closest back then?”

“Yes. We were the best-friends.”

“Aren’t we all were?” you tilted your head.

“No…I mean…Yes we were��but but I met you first so we were special but…”

“But?” You stood and walk to his side and held his hand “but what, Woo?”

You watched how he was thinking something as if he was fighting with his own self and trying to form proper words but when you gave his hands a warm squeeze, he looked at you and you smiled.

“But what, Woo? Please tell me. I want our friendship to be like that again.”

Nibbling his lower lip between the teeth, he spoke “We met at a café when you were in junior school.”

Aha. There, he went. You knew he would be the soft target and that was how you got to him.

He continued, “You were so quiet and watching the donuts and cupcakes behind the glass case in the shop. I went there with Yeosang that day but he was busy doing his stuffs and you caught my eyes. I didn’t mind you at first but somehow, I went up to you and you were so scared of me. That was the first day I bought you a cupcake. You were hesitating to take it but still you glanced at me and at my hand then ran away.”

“You know me for a long time….” You were so into the story that you didn’t notice Wooyoung was almost sitting at the edge of the table.

“Yes. Since that day, I went there often just in hope that I would meet you again but you didn’t show up….Then one day I was walking home alone, you came behind me with a man and gave me some gifts. I was so confused but the man explained me that I helped you to buy the cupcake as you were hungry but shy to order things and I suppose we became friends like that.”

“We were not school-friends? And who was the man?” Your curiosity taking over you.

“No. We were not in the same school but we used to hang out after school. And I don’t know who was that man but you looked very happy with him.” He replied and pulled you between his legs and wrapped his arms around you.

You were not feeling uncomfortable being so close with him but a wave of comfort and familiarity spread all across yours. A smile appeared on your face along with his. Your mind was trying hard to remember those days you had spent with him, the happy days which are lost within a void and you desperately need to remember it to know if the days were so full of rainbows and butterflies then why you have flashbacks of some dark past. You shook your head but Wooyoung caught a glimpse of your panicked eyes.

“What happened? If you have any question, please do ask me. I am more than happy to share the past with you.”

You hesitated for a moment but when his promising smile nodded at you, the words automatic fell out from your mouth, “Did something happen between us? Are we something like teenage couples or like that? I…” You were almost near telling him about your dreams but you paused, that was not the current time to ask him about those dark themes.

Sadness flicked in his eyes but he quickly smiled, “Why?” He leaned to your ears, “Are you so curious about the past and your lovers?”

“What? No no. I am just asking you.” You tried to turn around but he held you tightly.

“Y/n, listen don’t always run away. Learn to face your situations confidently. If you are curious, you should be but don’t turn your back and run away…..just like the way you did in high-school.”

His palm caressing your soft cheeks and you leaning to his warm touch, “Please, Wooyoung.” You breathed out his name, you had so much in mind but didn’t know how to figure them out. Now his words were making it more confusing for you. You didn’t know what you were requesting him but he was on the edge to fulfil your demands.

“Tell me, cupcake. What do you need?”

“I want to forget everything for a moment and just want to think that only we are best-friends enjoying our time now together like we did back then.”

He stared at you for a moment before pressing his lips on you. Instead of pushing him away, you pulled him more into the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled in the kiss and held your head gently. The kiss started with both of your nose hitting each other, lips moving in sync as if you both were waiting for that moment. The kiss was neither too soft nor too rough but somewhere in between, like he was desperate to lose control but also controlling himself from causing a little bit of harm. Knowing him for some months and kissing him should make you regret and guilt should surround you but somewhere your mind was trusting him as if he could protect you from that dark past which was again haunting you. You didn’t know if he was the part of that past but still you were leaning to his comfort. Each warmth of his lips seemed familiar as if you knew him as if you were remembering everything yet your mind was black. His lips travelled down your jaw trailing kisses to your throat and shoulder, pulling your shirt down. He nibbled the area and gave a soft bite when you moaned hid name.

“I’m sorry…” He quickly apologized when he realised that he was lost in the moment and both of you were not even caring if anybody had seen you through the glass cabin or could enter through the doors.

“It’s okay, Woo….I..I allowed you too…” You couldn’t match his eyes when he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

“Look at me. If you want to trust us. Please let us know that you trust us but never trust anyone other from us. You don’t know what intentions they have but you have us to protect you from this big world.”

“You are telling me as if I’m a kid. But Woo..” You slid your hand up to his cheek and gave him a smile, “I trust you.”

Even though he is still a stranger to you but somehow his words and actions are familiar. But you just had your kiss with him and your first target has been cleared. You don’t know who to get to know after this and you have many more questions to Wooyoung but maybe later. Now, it would be easy for you to discuss about your past.

“Woo…You had my first kiss.” You shyly and slowly told him.

He chuckled and you looked up, “No. I’m not your first kiss. You already had it with one of us but not me. Maybe I was the first person to meet you but someone else was good at stealing your first kiss and” He whispered, “Maybe he doesn’t know this but I’m your third kiss. You had your time with two of them and I am not complaining.”

What the hell! Who?

……

You had a kiss with Wooyoung and then there is this mysterious man from your story and also, you had already kissed them. What? Maybe he was joking? You had lover in your school days and that even more than one? Have you slept with anyone? Wait! You were minor in middle school but it could be even if you had anything in the first half of your high-school. You were almost elder than those students as you had been under medication according to Beomgyu so you had to off your school for one year but he didn’t mention about your friends. Medications? But that was a flue which damaged and led me having some health issues. Maybe he came after you left your friends. This is very confusing as what did happen in the high school which did lead you here.

……..

“Hey! What are you thinking? Tell me did he tell you anything about the past?” Star asks you while sipping her juice. You totally forgot that you have a company beside you and you were lost in your thoughts.

“Yeah…he told me about our friendship and how we used to spend our days. I asked him about it last week but you were not here these days so I couldn’t tell you.” You pout in the end of your speech.

She laughed, “Sorry I was kinda busy but what else he said?”

“Else?...um nothing.” It’s better to skip the kiss part, apart from that there was nothing “I just trust him that he was my closest friend. Well, he is a nice friend and seems like he is close with Yeosang and San too much maybe I can know other things from them.”

“You are going to ask them? Aren’t they scary to you?” Star raises her brows with her question.

“I didn’t say I will ask them. I am okay with Yeosang but San is still not included. Maybe, I should target Jongho Mingi or Yeosang next. They seem pretty good to approach.”

“What about Hongjoong and Seonghwa?” She asks you quickly. You think about them for a moment before replying her.

“I don’t know but they are pretty too professional while talking about anything but it’s better to-“

"CEO Jeong is calling you." you flinch on the chair, hearing a sudden voice inside the cabin. You didn’t hear anyone opening the door. Turning towards your door, you see Jongho standing leaning against the glass wall with folded hands above his chest and looking between you and Star. He didn’t mention Yunho’s name because they refer to each other with their last name in front of others.

"Did he tell you why?" you asked him but he just shrugged and turned back to the passageway but pauses and signals you to follow him.

"Star, take care of the rest," you said, standing up and she nodded eagerly. You don’t know if Jongho is bothered by her presence but you can explain him that she was there because she needed your help in some model outlooks for her magazine next week. You know she is the daughter of their business partner but they don’t appreciate her presence much except Wooyoung.

Before exiting the door, you turned and said, “Star, next is Jongho.”

You greet everyone you see while making your way to the elevator. You enter the elevator and press the tenth floor where the CEOs are having their respective works today.

You can always see a black door in each floor and you know whose cabins are those.

That is for CEO Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa, is the literal head of the Company or The Bosses.

You made it to the tenth floor and when you exit the elevator, Jongho wave at you, “Go quickly, he was in hurry.”

You make your way towards Yunho's office. You knock on the door before entering his office. You saw him sitting on the chair before he looks at you and smirks. He and his signature expression.

"How's everything? Sit down please, "He asks you and you slowly close the door and sit down in front of his desk. You haven’t come across this floor before and this place is so quiet like even if he kills you, no one would get a hint. What the hell you are thinking?

"Everything is good...Yunho… all the pending works have been completed. Why do you need me?" you say politely but hands fidgeting on top of the chair handle. You always feel like a prey in front of him because of his gaze.

He looks at you before removing his glasses. He stands up from his seat before walking towards you. You keep your eyes on him as he places his hand on the armrests on your chair. He leans down to your level.

"You're extra cute today, pearl." He whispered right into your ear, his husky voice giving you some chills.

“Pearl?” Is this the name he used to call you back then? Do they each have separate names for you? If you were close with them then why some of them behave as if you were their past enemy. Or it can be that they are mad at you because of your leave then it’s not your fault as you yourself don’t know why you did that back then.

You heard the door open and both of you turn your heads towards the door, seeing Hongjoong standing there, not impressed by the position you were in.

"I sensed something happening here. Please don't be so close to her, despite her working under you. This is the second time I have caught you. Yunho" He slightly pushes Yunho away from you as he drags him to the side. “Be in the limits.”

“But I’m limitless.”

You look at them, confused about what they are doing. Yunho just smiled at you before looking back at Hongjoong and the other is already glaring at him.

"Look, I'll deal with you later." Hongjoong told him before leaving the room.

You look at Yunho before glancing at the door but he just winks at you. Isn’t he flirting too much today?

You continue to follow his words and explanation about the upcoming meeting and noted everything important in your tablet, he even joked a bit during the conversation but the next moment he is back to his dominating aura. You don’t expect him to suddenly change like Yeosang but you catch him staring at you many times, his eyes tell as if he is eager to say you a lot of things but somehow, he can’t.

"Outstanding works out there, pearl." He says when he goes through your points noted in the tablet. You thank him.

“So, I have one more thing to mention that you are going with us to this meeting at the hotel as we have to take a responsible employee but no one is better than our personal assistant who can handle our meeting there." He said and your eyes widened. No way, you are going to handle a business meeting at a hotel. You are worst when it comes to attend something in grand places because you still remember the insults you once got for your poor dress and looks.

"I- I can't handle that much-"

"No worries about that. You'll only be handling the files and taking down the notes and if required you can suggest on arranging our events with them. You don’t have much work but still your presence is a must." He said and you slowly nod but somewhere you are fighting an inner battle.

……

All the CEOs have arrived to the hotel. They have all arrived by the time but you and Yunho were earlier as the main member was him and so he brought you along with him. He has that permanent grip on your wrist since you both got down the car. You tried to wiggle but he glared at you and you don’t want to mess with him before the meeting as its very important for him.

"Stay close to me." He said then pats your back. He finally spotted the booked table for the meeting and went there to sit with you by his side.

A man in black suit comes near your table and you both stand up to greet him. Yunho introduced himself and you as his secretary but the man walks past him and comes to you. Yunho clenches his jaw.

“Hi, myself Lee Taeyong. The leader of Neo Culture Technology. What’s your name pretty?” He asks you and lifts your hand to press a kiss on back of it.

"I'm Y/N and I'll be attending the meeting with them today." You said then he suddenly lifts your chin up to make you look at him.

"You're kinda cute. what's your number?" He smirks and you glance at Yunho by your side whose eyes are full of rage. Little did you know, he was plotting a full proof murder scene for this man for touching you like this even in front of him.

"Taeyong, it seems like you need some pretty assistant in your office too. "A voice said before nearing your table. The man in front of you groans and smirks at the new comer.

"Gosh…How much I would have love that but" He said then looks at you while you avoid his eyes. Yunho gave you a signal not to react to his words.

Taeyong offers Yunho and you to sit down as he remove his blazer and places it over the chair.

"Do I have a chance there with you?" He smirks then you shake your head.

"No, sir."

"Too bad. "He stood up and took his schedule from the table. He then added one thing before placing it back.

"Hey, CEO Kim." He placed a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder and smiled at him. The other CEOs also greeted him.

He then sit back down between Hongjoong and Seonghwa and you between Yunho and Jongho. You notice other two members with Taeyong has also taken their seats.

"So, look... this new technology is already a success. Your events too CEO Jeong. The projects you've been creating are amazing too." Taeyong complimented them as they thanked him.

"Your agency are making amazing technology crafts too." Seonghwa said as he poured wine for him.

Taeyong looks at you and smiles, "She's adorable." He is still looking at you while the others also did the same thing.

"Are you interested in working as a model? I can make you my company's model." He said and Yeosang rolled his eyes.

"Become our model, you will get extra pay and-" Yunho suddenly holds your hand and abruptly stands up. He then pinches your cheek, leaving you shocked. He wraps his arms around your shoulder as he placed his chin on top of your head, back hugging you. Taeyong smirks at the scene with the raised eyebrows.

"I'm sorry.. she's working for me and she's mine-" “Yunho-“

Jongho stood up and flicks his head, making him let go of you. Jongho then pulls you away from him.

"I'm sorry about him.”

Jongho then caresses your shoulders and smiles at you. You didn’t expect Yunho to be like that in this important meeting as it may hamper his upcoming project.

"She works for our company and holds a special spot. She won't be going to any other companies for now." Seonghwa said, sitting down.

"Aww, I see. She would have been a good model too for my company." Taeyong said in a mocking tone.

"Shall we talk about business now?"

Hongjoong had it enough.

.

.

Why Hongjoong doesn’t allow anyone to be close with you? Should you find this out and get to know him first before Jongho? Also, you have noticed one thing that San is always with Yeosang. Without getting answers, the amount of questions are just increasing. Most importantly, who are the ones you had your kiss?

You look around the table. You caught his eyes, still watching you.

Him?

Who do you think are the ones she had kissed?

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sorry I hope you’re still wanting asks about those yan fruity 4 posts I’ve just seen them all sorry but I’m really intrigued by what’s been going on with ‘the lamps’(?) hinted at or like i don’t know if it’s something you’ve posted about earlier but what happened with the lamp after they kidnapped reader and like why they’re banned and stuff. Sorry if this is late or anything

OMG YES thank you so so much for bringing it up actually bc no I haven’t posted specifically about it yet, I really wanted to talk about this part but it felt too much to add on to the other posts!! But no no no absolutely I’m still loving talking about the yandere fruity four, and especially this specific like Nancy kidnapping au ig you could call it, absolutely do not hesitate to send me thoughts on this scenario you’re absolutely fine hahaha.

And yes, there was a specific incident that lead to the fruity four banning lamps from your room. That and water glasses, ceramic plates, bowls, vases... don’t worry, they still give you lots of flowers though :)

You thought in the first couple of days that they’d let you go. Then if not all of them, maybe some of them, eventually even just one.

But no. The four keep you locked in that room - ‘your new bedroom’, and they only seem to get more into the delusion that this will all work out well and you’ll forgive them, as time goes on.

Once your begging tactics don’t work, and you being smart and attempting an escape only leads to them feeling so much more sympathetic towards you and trying harder to be so lovey dovey, you decide to switch up tactics. Or, maybe it’s less of a decision, and more your emotions switching up as you deal with this trauma, threat, situation, whatever the hell this is.

Specifically, now you’re angry. Of course you have been pissed off, but now you’re ready to fight. You feel rageful. And you’re beginning to get so ballistic that where a few days ago you would have killed an entire town just to protect your friends, now you’re willing to do whatever you have to to either get out of here, or get them to fall out of ‘love’ with you, or at least let them know you’re serious business.

Just not... just not that, you wouldn’t go that far. Honestly? You couldn’t ever imagine doing... that.. to them, even if they have you locked up here. You don’t exactly see them the same way as before, and you never will, but they’ve saved your life so many times, and you’ve saved them. You’ve nearly fallen apart having thought one, or more of them, may have died, or are too close to danger; you can’t imagine losing them after feeling all of that, having been through that pain of waiting, no matter what they’ve done. You can’t feel that way ever again. But are you full of enough adrenaline and rage and justice to draw blood or fistfight your way through them and a whole door if needs be? Definitely.

Robin has come into your room alone one day, Eddie waiting by the door, as she comes to chat with you, check up on you.

You inform her that you can’t possibly be doing well, considering the circumstances, but Robin is pissing you off. Yet again she’s saying that you’re not getting out of here. And she even seems upset that you keep bringing it up!!

You try to have a semi normal conversation with her as you let her sit side by side on your bed- the bed. Hoping beyond hope that she’ll prove how much she loves you and at least talk to the others. You’re sure her even trying, and with you holding the same view, it might sway some votes. But Robin decides to leave you be with a sigh, standing as she turns away from you with a “Y/n that’s not gonna happen. I don’t know how many times we have to tell you, but we’ll keep doing so. Look just rest up because you haven’t been eating. And, you know, Steve’s been trying really hard to make all your favourites!”

She sounds more emotional talking about Steve’s efforts and trying to get you to understand their love, versus actually talking to you about your captivity. “Someone will come check on you again in an hour. But you know you can always ask for one of us if you wanna talk.”

Robin has her back fully turned, with Eddie opening the door and waiting for her, Steve and Nancy both meeting them in the hall too. You’re still on the other side of the bed, so no one bothers to get too close to the door, it’s not like you’re making a run for it this time from there.

But they shouldn’t have let their defences down.

Robin is still facing away from you, just a couple of feet from your open door, when suddenly a lamp is smashed into the wall and door frame in front of her, to the left of her head.

The three who watched from the hall are frozen in utter shock.

Robin stands still too. Before turning around to see you, breathing heavily, and with your arm still out from where you’d launched your bedroom lamp, right on the wall just feet away from her head, all to make your point.

Nancy and Steve quickly move forward, Nancy taking a step into your room for the first time without you screaming at her, but it’s because both of them are rushing and grabbing an arm of Robin’s each, pulling her out of the room so nothing else can happen that can escalate this further.

Robin looks utterly betrayed. Her mouth open in shock, still facing you even as her partners pull her out the room, and her eyes hurt by what you’ve just done. None of them could ever have expected this of you.

Which was weird considering the situation they’ve put you in, by acting so unexpectedly in your mind too.

Eddie looks away from you and to the ground with wide eyes, clearly also shocked and conflicted, maybe even a little ashamed, although who of you’re not sure.

But you keep your eyes fiery with rage, with your body still. Breathing hard, arm still stretched out, but apart from that you’re almost calm. Which is scarier for the others. Like you have no guilt about what you’ve just done whatsoever. Acting out violently, and threatening Robin. Who really had just come in your room, chatted with you, and not done anything wrong at all! She hadn’t even upset you today! Not until then...

They all close the door, and you can’t hear what must be a hushed conversation on the other side. But you just sit down on your bed, staring out the window. And wondering if the others would all restrain you even worse if you had thrown that lamp through there instead, to try and call for help.

Imagining all four of them all pinning you to the bed, you struggling, but your limbs with nowhere to go, their faces... their faces like in your nightmares, determined and scary. And imprisoning you even more. So that walking around in your room, which is all you can do right now, would be a luxury in comparison.

You try to get those thoughts out of your head, when you realise that after your little stunt, you’ll probably be left alone with just your mind for the next few hours.

Eddie comes in with dinner for you by the end of the evening, while Steve follows him in. You notice Robin at the end of the door, but when she catches your eye she looks away after a second, shutting it behind you three.

Eddie makes quick conversation about food and such, but you’re more focused on the way Steve’s completely avoiding looking at you, his head bent like he’s ashamed to do so. And then Eddie’s talking isn’t distracting you at all, because you notice Steve picking up the other two decorative lamps and hauling them under his arms.

When you ask him what he’s doing, even though you know full well, Steve seems shy around you almost. He’s pink in the face, and he does make a bit of eye contact, but mostly keeps his head down. They all agreed they should take the rest of the lamps out. You can tell he’s also sad about the whole you threatening Robin thing, especially since you know how much his ‘family’ is important to him.

If it takes making them unhappy to get them to understand this is not a good plan, then you don’t really care.

Nothing about what you did seems to have effected them too much at all though. And while you were getting more and more enraged at the fact your ‘ex’ friends had not only kidnapped you, but were obsessed delusional assholes, you were steaming even more at the fact they seemed to brush off your threat as if it was a little tantrum. Well, you knew they did take it seriously, but they were trying to act as if it was all okay and they love you just the same and everyone’s just moving on blah blah blah.

The day after your lamp stunt Robin came in with the other three, it was another attempt at getting you to not react so... poorly, to Nancy. And apart from a talk in the morning, and you bringing it up again at lunch, the others had tried to act normal with you. Whatever normal could possibly be with these guys.

The next day Robin came in with your meal, happily chatting away to you - after turning on the main light, considering it was dinner time and dark out. She didn’t even mention what you both knew was a little act of rebellion on your part, sitting in the dark for probably hours, because they took away your lamps. She just chatted with you and tried to hand you the new book Nancy had brought you a couple of days ago, asking if you’ve read it yet. Or if you’d like her to read it to you!

Apart from some spoken arguments on your end in the beginning, you were pretty quiet, as Robin lounged about your room, as she was free to do so in any room of her house, and tried to get you to open up again. Like you were before.

This time, as Robin turned to leave, the door shut closed, and facing your wall in the same spot she’d stood just two days before, you threw the now empty glass of water she’d given you across the room, and you smashed it into the back of her head.

It wasn’t particularly strong glass, and it half shattered the moment you threw it at Robin’s head. You knocked her out cold.

Steve heard the thump of something loud collapsing on your bedroom floor, and he ran down the hall to burst open your room. Upon finding Robin, knocked unconscious face first on the ground, and the broken cup by her side, Steve fell to his knees right by his best friend. Shock crashing through his system like frozen ice in his veins, his heart pumping wildly, as Steve scoops Robin up to his lap, watching her screw her face up and moan smally, as he pressed his hand to her cheek, Robin still remaining unconscious, if not seemingly alright apart from that.

But she was still hurt. The shock was still there. And Steve was very much aware that you, one of the loves of his life, had just hurt Robin on purpose.

“What the fuck have you done?” Steve asks stupefied. His hand on the back of her head coming back with just a small trail of blood, mixed into his best friend’s dirty blonde hair, as he looks up at you horrified. Steve is genuinely just shocked, asking you this.

Astounded and appalled by your actions. But for the first time after this, he looks at you differently. Because you watch Steve cradling Robin knocked out, and you just sit down on the edge of your bed. Nothing else in your hands. And you just look at them.

It’s the first time Steve has ever seen you differently...

But only a second later, Steve can tell there’s some upset in your eyes. You’re not looking at him as he just gawks at you, but with your head tilted down on him and Robin, he sees the shininess of wet in your eyes, a twinkle of deep deep knowledge and thought of your actions, of what led to Robin being like this. And Steve very very quickly remembers that you are just so stressed, he knows it’s not like he just never knew you, any thoughts he could have even started to think in his horror are no longer gonna sprout to his mind. He takes a second in dumb awe definitely, but Steve very quickly remembers just how hard this situation is for you, and of course in such terrible times, people act out in odd ways.

Even though this is not okay, he still understands you the same as he thinks he always has. He knows you’re not different, he knows that very clearly, and he certainly won’t let one incident effect how he thinks or feels about you. This just... none of this is right. And his focus is very much on Robin right now.

You’re crying as the four all take Robin out. They can all see and hear you, even though they’re panicked and fussing over Robin right now. For the first time no one really with you as you cry, as you sob, all just focusing on quickly checking Robin and what happened, as Steve carries her in his arms to take her downstairs. Everyone staggered at not only seeing Robin like this at home after running to Steve’s worried yells for them, but hearing you did it, and seeing you’re not even coming to her now. Your eyes full of tears and sobs aching your chest, as you watch Robin groan unconsciously, before they all take her out.

Even while Robin wakes up on the stairs downwards, just seconds after leaving your room, and as they all apply first aid while Robin is on the dining table downstairs, they can still hear your hearty cries from directly above them.

All their attention is on Robin, tears in their eyes and their touches all either medical or reassuring or loving, as they ask her questions ranging from ‘Can you tell me if this hurts? How many fingers am I holding up? Do you remember everything?’ All three genuinely upset at not only seeing Robin hurt, especially after all their trauma, and especially it happening in their home with all of them there who are supposed to protect her, but the fact you, their love, her love, did this. That you were so pent up from your situation you acted out like this.

The three all stay to console Robin, as she bawls knowing that you’d just done this to her, even as they all brace themselves from hearing your heaved and panicked wails and sobs from up above.

All five of you in agony. But this time none of them coming to try and help you.

Not one of you are even sure if them doing so would make you feel better, or worse, that night.

It was your first break, the first time you really acted not like yourself, not like anyone you ever wanted to be, but what they were turning you into.

You weren’t as destructive as that again. But it didn’t stop you from either acting out of impulsive and defensive anger, or letting them know you were serious.

Like one time with Eddie. He wasn’t one of the worst ones, if any of them could be called so, but sometimes being that meant he forgot his place. Like over a week in, when he very softly brushed his hand down your hair.

You were on his side the moment your spine finished crawling. Yelling angrily, but it was on par with Eddie’s pained yells for you to stop.

You were on top of Eddie’s side, yanking at his hair hard, pulling and scratching at locks of his shaggy mullet as you took literal tufts out furiously.

“Y/N STOP! STOP, STOP IT!!” Eddie yells, trying to push you off, but pained shrieks leaving like cries as it only means you rip more of his long waves out from his head. Eddie trying desperately to get you to stop, pushing not too hard at you because he didn’t want to and because it only made it worse.

You were screeching as you attacked at his head. Ripping Eddie’s hair out and not letting go whatsoever, even when the others were all pulling you off of him so hard it hurt. Your fingers going numb as your wrists were being squeezed, and your hands were being scratched up, as they try to unhook your claws from the knotted fistfuls of Eddie’s hair you’re grabbing onto. Arms wrapped around your body and upper arms tightly, squeezing you hard and painfully squishing you as they try pulling you away, while also soon pinning you down with their own bodies. Having to hurt you just a bit as they try and pull you off of him because you just will not let go. Eddie crying out in pain, you screaming madly, and the others all yelling your name and for you to stop loudly.

They were all acting quick and had to be uncaring about being a bit rough with you as they had to get you off of Eddie now. You were worried Steve was going to break your wrist, even though he would never want to, he was just squeezing it that hard, to the point that hand cramped so you couldn’t even untangle your fingers from Eddie’s knots if you tried. Steve’s other arm wrapped like a python around your body, as him and Robin tried leaning on top of you. All three scratching at the backs of your hands, Nancy’s especially pinching and painful. Gripping your fingers in such awkward and painful ways, as they tried to unhook you from Eddie’s head. But it still took all three of them and Eddie’s help a long time to fully free Eddie from your clutches.

By that point Steve and Robin were sitting on top of your body with their own. Crushing you. You were crying out, pained and panicked and horrified at being in a situation like this. Trying to breathe with them on top of you, made much harder by your sobs, as not only were they shadowing and crushing you, but also as you never ever wanted to be in this position with the stalkers who declared their love for you near constantly, the friends who you now were horrified by.

Eddie went straight to the floor as soon as he was free, panting and crying, looking right at you with those big fucking doe brown eyes, that you can barely see from where Steve’s torso is blocking your view as he shadows on top of you, but those fucking eyes making you wail even harder. For a completely different reason now.

Nancy goes right down to comfort Eddie. Meanwhile you’re trying desperately to get his hair out of your hands as quick as possible. The small strands you managed to get, making you feel sick to now have touching you, for a myriad of reasons. But you couldn’t get them off with Robin and Steve both lying on top of your restrained body. You could only shake your hands and not even purposely. Steve was still restraining your arms too, and now they were in a twisted position that hurt, but the four couldn’t exactly focus on that when they were concentrated on Eddie. Even if you knew you were in a similar amount of pain to what he was in, at least in some way.

They had to restrain you, if you were hurting them, if they had to, you might get a couple of bruises from attacking them, but they would never, ever hurt you apart from that. They don’t want to. And they weren’t hurting you too badly, even now, they wouldn’t do that. You were still their love but you were just acting out in dangerous ways.

Nancy hit you. She knocked you unconscious. She tied you up so much the others had all thrown up at least once from the image since. And then they’d all kidnapped you. You guess, to be fair, they don’t always respond much the other times you hurt them. They even accepted it sometimes.

Although that could occasionally infuriate you more.

Steve comes to check on you and see if you’re hurt, after they’ve all gotten a sobbing Eddie breathing again and somewhat looked over downstairs. You spit in his face. Steve still gives you first aid for your bruises and scratches, and apologies.

Sometimes when you hurt them they’ll stay there and accept it. Sometimes they just simply leave you be. And sometimes they apologise, but you know it’s not just for the recent reason that caused you to hurt them, you know they know what they’re doing to you is wrong, even if they convince themselves it’ll all be good.

Sometimes you didn’t care after one had left and you’d hurt them; you’d think you only really did so when they deserved it, even though for what they’ve done they always deserve so.

Sometimes you feel bad. That’s normally for when you’ve hurt them more than just one quick reaction.

You could slap Robin in the face, and she could look into your eyes with absolute awe and sadness, you’d stay exactly where you were, staring her down. Other times you could kick Steve in the stomach as he was on your floor for something, but the moment you meet his teary eyes, you were sobbing at him to just go, because you didn’t want him to see you cry because of this. It was usually context dependent.

Nancy once left your room with scratches all over her face. Steve was shocked and immediately grabbed Nancy’s cheeks, lightly, to look at her face in all angles, where he waited for her down the hall. Worried about Nancy because of course he is, he loves her and she’s part of his family, but also asking her what the hell happened in there?

They were light scratches, they’d fade soon. At least when you hurt them with your fingernails or something, it wasn’t like an object they could take away from you. Like the fact you now only get plastic cups. Your nails were getting bitten to hell enough anyway.

She’s tried to instinctively push your wrists away when you first started clawing at her face, trying to soothingly say “Y/n-“ but you went for her lips. Nancy leaned her head away from you, backing up, but you kept following. And she kept her hands trying to chase your arms, trying lightly to push you off of her. Getting slightly more panicked when you tried to pin her down and really go at her face, Nancy thought of democreatures pinning her and loved ones down and attacking if that happened, but you were in one of your moods where you were set on your task.

She winced and cried out quietly and tried talking to you, asking you to stop now, that she’d go okay? Hissing and whining and groaning sad you continued wildly scratching at her anywhere you could get near her face, neck and shoulders too a little, dragging them down. And also a little scared, definitely hurt, and worrying the longer it goes on. But she’s managed to hit your hands down in one swoop and back up a couple of steps, and as she knew, that pause made you finally stop. Especially with Nancy telling you she’d just leave now, okay?

Nancy hadn’t even called out for help, even though she had obviously asked and tried to get you to stop. She didn’t want any of her other partners to go talk to you either, not that they’d really ‘punish ’ you much or anything though. Nancy understood, even if she didn’t like the fact you’d do things like this now, no matter how much, she loved you, so so dearly, it would never ever change no matter what you do.

Sometimes they won’t call out to the others if you hurt them, either they think they can handle it, or mostly it’s because they feel like they deserve it. You can get it out, it’s okay, they understand how maddened you must be, and they know they’ve got a lot of making up to do to you, they’re guilty enough to let you do so anyway. Not guilty enough to convince themselves they should let you leave them or anything though. They can’t have that happen, they just couldn’t cope if that..! But even if they’re a bit emotionally hurt at those times, they’re not mad at you.

And unfortunately, they do start to become slightly less surprised by it. Even though at the same time, past the first two - three weeks, your attacks lessen. It would be an odd looking chart.

Nancy’s making graphs of you concerning different things though, it helps her keep peace of mind sometimes. And they all have big family talks about you a lot anyway, more than they even did before you joined their home, so she has all of them to show her notes to.

That scratching at her was still pretty early on after she hit you and knocked you out, Nancy can’t blame you for acting out. Even if she feels right having you here, finally having you home, Nancy felt guilty for hurting you.

The first time she tried to have a conversation with you, after they all explained you would be staying here now, you’d looked at her with such emotion in your eyes as you said “You hit me Nancy.”

Nancy could never forget that. She’d burst into tears the moment you said it, but kept her eyes right on you, her hand to her heart, as you looked at her so betrayed, so hurt, so in shock that she would ever do something like that to you.

“I’m- I’m so so sorry y/n..!” Nancy hiccuped, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she felt genuine horror at knowing she had hit you. She loves you. She can’t believe she would ever be the type of lover to hit you. After both of you saving each other’s lives. After all the promises she made to your image. Being so sure she and the others were the right option for you, the best way to keep you safe, and loved, and comforted always, your future. She hit you hard enough to make your head bleed, and then she’d taken you away.

The others weren’t exactly comforting her at that point. But Nancy would have directed them back to you anyway, during that conversation. Nancy never wanted to hit you again.

Steve had soothingly applied first aid to the scratches you’d clawed all into Nancy’s face, and neck, trying to ask her if she was okay, emotionally they both knew he meant, but Nancy kept promising she was fine. Even though everyone in the house felt a gloom cloud over the home and all of them each time you became different and hurt someone.

They did understand. And they still loved you. Sometimes you were genuinely scared in that moment, even a little traumatised (they were horrified to think it), and they really didn’t blame you at all in those moments. Usually someone would stay with you to try and calm you down from your panic attack state about the other one going to hurt you, as someone else took them out of the room, to check they were okay.

They really did feel awful for you in those instances. No one treated you differently after them. They were even more caring in fact. Just trying to soothe you into knowing you were okay, they weren’t trying to hurt you, look at them, just look at them, in their eyes don’t look at the other, nothing is going to try and hurt you, they promise, it’s alright, no one is going to harm you here okay? You’re safe.

Steve had been that person to breathe with you once, when you’d repeatedly shoved Eddie hard to the ground, and kicked Nancy to the floor as well, not allowing either of them up as you panickedly kept pushing them down, convinced that one or both of them were about to hurt you. As soon as Robin helped them both leave and shut the door to leave the room quiet, with Steve holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes, his own sure but empathetic, and comforting as well as strong, talking you through how safe you were as you came down from your sudden panic, you’d moved forward in a rattling fearful sob and wrapped your arms around Steve.

Steve felt shame for the fact he thought you were coming to tackle him too, rather than hug him, but he’s sure it’s because he hasn’t felt you hug him since he first untied you in this room. And not leaping at him wanting his comfort in that long either. Immediately, Steve’s wrapping his arms around you, and he’s hugging you just as he’d always do before. Tight, but not too strongly, tender and soothing. He kept you close, as your fists gripped onto his waist and shirt, one of his hands stroking your hair down your head, neck, and shoulders. As he let you place your head into his shoulder, and he pressed his cheek into your head, your hair moving softly together, as he held you in his close arms.

He holds you, he just holds you, he does everything you need right now, that you’ve probably needed for a long time. His words confident and soothing, promising you all the safety in the world. Letting his soft cheek finally press against your warm one again. Actual skin on skin contact, to comfort both of you. Letting him finally be not just the hero, screw that, but your friend again, one of your best friends. Steve’s heart and body full of relief at the fact he’s able to comfort you again. And hugging and holding you lovingly, the same way he did before, nothing more, it wasn’t needed. All Steve needed and all he wanted right then in the entire world was to hug you and make you feel safe and comforted. And so, that’s exactly what he did. Exactly like he would as your friend, and he is still your friend! He would never ever stop, and he’s so so glad you’re letting him be your friend again, just like before.

For two full minutes you clung onto Steve and sobbed, needing your best friend to promise you that you were not in danger right now, as you came down from feeling like you most definitely were. And Steve relished that you were finally able to be comforted by him again, but also that you let him, that you wanted him, and that you’d been so so brave to come to him for it first. You were amazing. You were constantly proving how strong you were. And he loved you, not just like that, but in every single way.

It killed Steve just a little bit after just those two minutes, when you pulled back, and looking right down at the floor, arms wrapped around yourself instead, you quietly asked him to leave now. And that the next day, you didn’t reach out to him or the others, in any way the same. That you seemed even sadder...

But he had told the others what had happened. It at least gave them all hope. All they want is to be able to comfort you again, they just don’t want you to feel like this anymore, and especially not all alone.

[candybowbeansies]

Colors and Promises

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--

TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!

~Masterlist~

heart beats fast~

You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 

Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 

It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.

Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 

i’m close.

You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.

i love you.

A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.

You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.

You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.

“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 

“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.

You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 

He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.

‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’

He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.

‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’

You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.

“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 

‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’

You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.

One step closer.

You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.

Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 

Free.

The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.

One step closer.

Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.

“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.

It’s going to be okay.

“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”

“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.

"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 

This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.

"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.

"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.

You hesitate for a moment.

Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.

You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.

"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."

He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.

"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.

"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.

You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.

But...your worries were still there.

You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."

He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.

"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.

Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.

[shuckinbeanz]

Colors and Promises

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--

TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

~Masterlist~

heart beats fast~

You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 

Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 

It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.

Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 

i’m close.

You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.

i love you.

A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.

You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.

You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.

“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 

“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.

You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 

He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.

‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’

He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.

‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’

You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.

“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 

‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’

You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.

One step closer.

You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.

Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 

Free.

The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.

One step closer.

Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.

“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.

It’s going to be okay.

“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”

“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.

"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 

This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.

"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.

"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.

You hesitate for a moment.

Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.

You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.

"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."

He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.

"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.

"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.

You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.

But...your worries were still there.

You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."

He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.

"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.

Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.

[redrandomposts]

just finished "This Damned Thirst For Survival" so here i am with headcanons and aus

guys do you remember my manipulative kdj and yandere yjh posts? this danmei had truly fulfilled my dream

i feel like a wanderer in the desert, carrying spare rations for anyone i might come across

time travel au where jiang luo and chi you go back in time together and proceeds to fuck up the entire timeline because chi you can not keep it in his pants. or away from jiang luo. like... in the bathroom in that first arc, instead of threatening to kill jiang luo they do a lil quickie. they still do the enemy kill-each other shit but chi you doesn't dare kill jiang luo eighteen times. not when he can fuck him through the night- misunderstandings? only between outsiders and couple ig

soulmate/greatest enemy au except chi you and jiang luo have the same name on their wrists; each other chi you's mark doesn't show up until jiang luo goes to that world, and jiang luo's original world doesn't have it. people are 200% more convinced they are in love and thus the numerous misunderstandings have changed in direction. qi ye had a one-sided bond with jiang luo until he got rid of his spirit body, losing both marks in one go teng bi's mark has changed over the years and his soulmate died and reincarnated, eventually settling on lu youyi

headcanons in canon, they got rid of the tattoo before they could conceive a child. because thats what the curse did, right? -i dont think theyre fit for children anyway, and they might be immortal lovers, so im actually going to say: chi you likes the idea of "branding" jiang luo with his child. jiang luo... does not dislike the idea of showing off how deeply he is chi you's partner. breeding kink, but they don't actively want to conceive. -chi you wants to give jiang luo a permanent mark, just like how jiang luo carved his name in his heart. thus, chi luo tattoos his name where jiang luo's heart is. -eventually jiang luo and chi you become the insufferable couple no one can escape from. they are a package deal; they work together, live together, go on outings and vacations together. -jiang luo sometimes go to bars with his friends or for a mission. chi you possesses a person there (ignoring lack of tattoo) and flirts with him. it soon becomes a game where jiang luo has to guess which one chi you is - and jiang luo is always right. -jiang luo is jealous and chi you is possessive; nothing new. nearly everything jiang luo wears is from chi you himself, with lovely marks decorating his body from their nightly activities. if someone gets too close to chi you, jiang luo will either ruin their life or scare them away.

[mochashot]

《 Hello Hello! 》

Introduction: Please just call me Khim or Mark my preferred name. I'm transmac. They/them/he

Finally got my request post ready for y'all:>

Request: closed

Asked Request:

Anon list

Fandoms I can write for:

- Ensemble stars

-obey me

- Genshin (Just depends on the charcters)

- Danganronpa

- Haikyuu (Again depends on character)

- Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (Again depends on character that I could write for and also please don't request any spoilers yet. Im not done reading😭)

Boundaries:

You can request an Au just give me details, if I haven't herd of have much knowledge of the au I may have to search it. Very sorry if I doesn't sound like to an AU u may request.

Yandere, gore and etc are light for now.

About smut I won't fully write full on stories I'd probably do small/short stories or short headcanons. I don't have good ideas for much. So light smut ig?

Don't request anything that has R@p$, p@d* shit, age gap, and yk so on.

Please don't be upset if your request is not posted, I'm a busy person with my own life. So I won't really have a schedule for when posting, just when I have the time to write. But request are open from Tuesday closed on Friday. It happens only twice per month(Two random weeks per month). So I can sort things out:]

That's all for my rules:°

[wooahaes]

Idk if you are still open for the fanfics ask but can if so, can I ask for 2 and 20???🌼

2. How many WIPs do you currently have?

god i wish i knew lmao i constantly come up with fic ideas, draft em, and then either don't get around to writing em or i don't finish the drafting part.

theres the soulmate AUs which are pretty close to being done, a set of fics for svt + skz that i haven't drafted yet but am getting ideas down for. the soulmate bodyswap aus (woozi for svt, lee know for skz if i choose to write it). the chubby!fem!reader fic that i'd like to write for felix. shadow (poly UtS) is still a wip. the second part to i won't run away (its a lee know fic). i kinda have a childhood friends -> lovers fic in mind for seungmin. i started this mingyu fic that's centered around food (current title for it is 10 course meal bc its like taste of love where its cut up into sections based on the meals shared). keep it simple, stupid! which is a paboracha fic where everyone is mutually pining for someone but they're a lil blind to it and the rest of skz makes a bet on who will realize it and confess to their person the soonest.

also idk if theres an audience for it but i did have some plans for a chubby!fem!reader fic w seokmin where they fake date for a while and uhh ohhhh it turns real oopsies. theres also the woozi fic i promised a while back where woozi is an art student and chubby!fem!reader ends up becoming his muse for a bit

i had Big plans for july that i still could go back to involving a full group svt fic of the group taking off time to go on vacation together because work and life keeps em all apart and it'd break into individual parts of realizing feelings for reader. i might not do them, but if i do, i think i'd be breaking it into summer-themed fics and i might extend it out to skz (and maybe trsr, depending on how i feel ig?) as well

there's also love, lee that i wanted to write but that one's much more up in the air between being a svt fics involving the lees there or being a felix fic.

basically i have a lot of fics i wanna write and only so many hours in the day to work on them :(

20. What’s a fanfiction trope that you couldn’t imagine writing?

hmm.. i guess yandere stuff comes to mind first? its just not my cup of tea and there's other writers who do enjoy writing it so ppl can always find it there! (obvs nothing wrong w enjoying stuff in fiction, it's just not something i think i'd ever be interested in writing :3)

also ig kind of smut but only specifically on this blog. if i write it, it's on a sideblog, and i rarely write it since i'm not good at it lmao plus something something sexual abuse trauma stops me from... a lot in life and that tends to be part of it

[spacexseven]

tuna quick concept for you: drunk yans. hear me out.

flirty!drunk chuuya. even when hes a yandere he somehow also manages to be a tsundere. sure, he stalks you and frets and sends you gifts and wants to kill anyone who gets close to you… but that doesnt mean he has a crush on you! dont be so arrogant! his “flirting” is a lot of getting nervous, saying something super rude or embarrassing, and then wanting to punch himself in the face about it for the next week. (especially with mean! subordinate au chuuya who is already flustered cuz he knows you dont like him) but when hes drunk? entirely different story. he usually scowls and looks away when you try to greet him, but now he’s so happy to see you he’s about to fall out of his seat. as soon as youre within arms reach hes all over you. touchy touchy touchy. hangs off your arm and giggles, every so often burying his red face in your neck and nipping at you. if you move away he just giggles some more before tugging you back over. he’ll only get bolder as he gets drunker, eventually moving over so much that he’s just fully sitting in your lap (for my male/amab readers he might start teasingly grinding down on you at this point) and spending the rest of his consciousness muttering about how pretty you are. might grab your face and try to kiss you but will completely miss and headbutt you. cue more giggles. he can only hold his liquor for so long, so eventually he’ll just curl up and go to sleep and you can carry his 10 pound ass out. expect him to avoid you like the plague for a while if he manages to remember.

emotional!drunk dazai. yan dazai plays his cards close to his chest with you to start out with. the idea of you knowing just how much he wants you makes him anxious, out of both resistance to vulnerability and fear of scaring you off. he’ll be pretty aloof, maybe even cruel, to try to offset his growing desires. it becomes harder as he gets more attached to you to not pounce on you and smother you with his affections every time you enter his sight, but hes determined. but then he gets drunk and all bets are off. it could be for any number of reasons, trying to give himself alcohol poisoning, oda and ango or the ada inviting him out to unwind, whatever. he ends up the same way, miserable. all he can think about is how he wants to die, needs to die. how pointless living is and how hes so empty and- you. he starts to think about YOU. how happy you make him feel. and once he gets his hands on you theres no way out. he’ll either start wandering around looking for you or the people he’s with will bring you to him cuz he keeps muttering your name sadly and its getting hard to watch. its certainly a sight, seeing THE dazai with wide eyes brimming with tears, tugging at your shirt and whining. if you try to get away he’ll start sobbing and throw his arms around you and beg you not to leave him so just let him do what he needs to do. hope you wanted to spend you night with dazai (who, if this is mafia dazai, might be your boss) snuggling you and murmuring insane little rants about his feelings for you into your neck, which he only stops doing so he can kiss you wetly on the cheek. if you think you can just play along til you get him smiling again and then leave you’re sorely mistaken. he WILL notice you trying to sneak out and WILL grab your hand and nervously ask where you’re going, already starting to get upset again. you’re in for a long night. 

was gonna do more but it turns out im a LIAR and this wasnt quick at all. let me know if you want more ig i dont know why this made me so insane. I got sleepy drunk ranpo and clingy drunk aku on the back burner.

- 🩹

SLEEPY DRUNK RANPO!!! YES

cw: yandere characters, intoxicated characters, non-consensual kissing.

maybe one night a large group of people from the pm decide to go drinking and of course dazai tags along. he just wants to get under your skin so badly all the time that it would be more surprising for you if he didn't come. chuuya, on the other hand, you were not expecting. the executive probably had better places to be than a seedy bar in the heart of the city. it doesn't seem like his scene but...what would you know?

as the night progressed, the two higher-ups drank an alarming amount. chuuya was the first to succumb, intoxicated and whiny. you've always known chuuya to be somewhat stern, even when he helped you out, it was accompanied by a scoff and he would stride back as swiftly as he came. so it was understandably shocking when he slumped down against your front. you were painfully stiff as he laid his head on your chest and an arm around your muddle. chuuya was half-falling off the seat and whining into your ear about how warm you were as you sat, frozen.

he raises his head and started placing sloppy kisses down your neck, pausing periodically to giggle before continuing. a clumsy hand squeezes your thigh and he starts trying to proposition you in what he might have thought was a sexy whisper, but sounded more like him slurring and mumbling to himself.

his messy attempts at kissing were quickly averted by a slight move of your head, but he doesn't give up, continously alternating between pouting, giggling and kissing. eventually, to your relief, he finally slumped over, breathing slowly as he falls asleep.

now, to drag him back...

dazai was out with everyone only because you were there, though he wouldn't admit it. him trying to outdrink chuuya was just a sad attempt at a distraction that he ended up taking too seriously, eventually becoming inebriated enough to blank out ane then start dozing off.

he snaps back awake to stare at you with wide eyes, his mouth agape as he attempts to process the scene.

"[name]? you..." and then he starts bawling his eyes out, grabbing onto you with a surprisingly strong grip.

dazai also clings on to you all the time, sobbing about how much he loves you and please don't leave he won't hurt you again! he doesn't kiss you as much as chuuya but he is surprisingly talkative (although most of it is indecipherable).

he doesn't ever let go, and you have no choice but to escort him back, knowing everyone else was terrified of the executive. hopefully he won't wake up embarrassed and decides to take it out on you.

[finding-x-haven]

𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 — self aware idv au

a/n: i woke up at 5:30 am to give y’all a self-aware yandere idv au. i’ve seen it for genshin and even twisted wonderland, but not really idv (let alone for milgram)??? anyway have reader being fucking creeped out writing this during morning rank <3 brain rot is strong today. i adore eli, but he ended up being the main perpetrator of being absolutely terrifying im sorry. anyway might do a part 2 if it's well liked enough!!

rating: sfw

reader: gender neutral, no pronouns used

trigger and content warnings: yandere, not beta read, unhealthy + toxic behaviours/relationships, mentions of nausea/food, anxiety, eli is super scary in a self aware au im sorry, self aware characters, implied stalking (sort of?)

you first noticed it during a practice bot match. you hadn’t been lucky enough to pull the “little girl” from her essence, so you ended up grinding for clues and fragments- thanks, poor impulse control- and wanting to test her out. after a couple hours, the character and her b-tier were yours. in the practice match, the server bot lineup was simple- seer, coord, and merc. you didn’t know what the hunter bot was, not yet. you hoped it was a hell ember, if only for the fact that hell ember bots felt easier to kite than others. the map ended up being the asylum, which was… good and bad. at least you were navigating it as a survivor and not a hunter.

you end up teleporting to merc first, in the game, and sync with him. he had the biggest decoding debuff, and any rescuer could use her buffs the little girl gave. while you waited for calibrations to pop up, you were spraying graffiti. there wasn’t much else to do, so you were just messing around at this point. what gave you an unsettled feeling in your stomach was that the merc bot… sprayed back.

surely your eyes- they had to be playing tricks on you, right? you blinked for a second, and then the deduction star merc graffiti was gone. you didn’t even notice you had been holding your breath until you exhaled with relief- and missed a calibration. you winced and mumbled an apology to the bot, decided to just swivel the camera angle and focus on your surroundings.

the rest of the match went pretty smoothly- until detention kicked in, that is. merc ended up knocked down, and you thought you were done for. that is, if it weren’t for the eli bot’s perfectly timed owl. it made you swallow nervously. you’d stopped playing for a while, with your phone out of commission, but it had been less than a week. last you checked, seer bots seldom owled after the first kite- let alone well. it just.. made you feel unwell.

everyone managed to get out fine, though. you sighed in relief, seeing that you had gotten a message after the practice round.

Eli||Clark.: Good morning. How are you?

[username]: uhh [username]: hi [username]: im ok ig [username]: sorry if this is rude, but who are you?

Eli||Clark: I’m hurt, [name].

okay, that made you want to upchuck whatever was in your stomach- water, coffee, and a bagel- and turn off the game.

[username]: not funny, whoever you are. bye.

and with that, you tried to block whoever this.. weird eli main was. no one you knew in real life played idv, let alone maining eli while they were at it. you found it easier said than done, however. since the block button was gone, evidently. that only made your growing unease (and nausea) worse. you were starting to shake a little bit, and you decided it was enough idv for the day.

you couldn’t close it. you couldn’t close it, and at this point whatever little was left of your rationality was lost by the fact that you couldn’t close it, hot tears welling in your eyes as you saw yet another message pop on the screen.

Eli||Clark: Stop avoiding me, please. All I want to do is talk.

outside the complete and utter dread and horror consuming your brain, you managed one small, bitter thought. bullshit.

[mishkakagehishka]

Not siding with enstars-gatekeeper, but I do see the point they're trying to make tbh. Nobody likes ooc stuff in any fandom community really and it is sad that like enstars-gatekeeper said that writers will get spam hate on their work for being ooc (it's more ao3 they were referring to I think as haven't seen it much on tumblr) and that's why fanfic writing is scary for some ig?

Again, I'm not siding with enstars-gatekeeper ofc but I agree with what they said about other communities acting that way towards writers but I certainly don't want Enstars to go down that way (honestly I thought there'd be more like gatekeeper with the likes of ES! not having an official English translation and how most lore apparently is shown in those stories, wouldn't know though as I've never read any).

What I never get though is why readers like that exist? Like isn't fanfiction supposed to be self indulgent and about having fun, not trying to basically extend what there is of canon content? Is it even possible to be 100% true to canon when writing considering fic writers aren't the creators of the source material?

I've been wanting to write fics myself but all the fandoms I'm in are like that and hate ooc fics. My main fixation is Enstars anyway and even tho I've been playing a while now, because I haven't read ES! I'm scared that I don't fully understand the characters now cause with the way some people,like gatekeeper, go on about it I'm under the impression that anything in ES!! isn't as accurate or I mean maybe as informative as ES! stories are and that I'd get a while new character basically if I read ES! (Its probably not that drastic but everyone is acting like it is so yeah)

Sorry if I'm venting by the way, seeing people like gatekeeper just annoy me as I wish no community had those "fans" 😅

Annoyance with OOC is understandable, but. Well. Exit the fic if it annoys you, you know? Out of all the (actually!) gross things that happens with fancreators, sending someone anon hate for writing smth OOC or writing a serial killer AU is just lame imo

That person said they wish more writers got anon hate for writing OOC, which is horrible, btw. Idc, if you wanna send someone abuse because they just misunderstood a character, that's loser behaviour. It's pathetic and it makes you a bully.

But you're right, as a fanfic writer, nothing I write will come close to canon-compliant. I can imitate canon and guesstimate what could be canon, but purely on account of "I don't work at happyele", everything I write today that "makes sense" could be contradicted by a future event. Hell, when this shuffle event comes out, they could reveal smth ab Shu that I never thought ab and that would render all my fics about him "OOC", that's just how it works with writing for ongoing media. It's why I don't like writing for ongoing media, but, alas, enstars is probably gonna outlive me at this point.

And yeah, fanfic is supposed to just be self-indulgent fun. Of course I believe certain topics should not be written about in fanfiction, especially if they're written in a romanticised way or a way meant to make certain immoral behaviour acceptable (as an example: the difference between writing yandere as horror vs as something romantic), but. Writing a character as OOC is just such a mild "misdemeanor". I don't like it, giving new fans and new writers grief over it.

I hope you'll feel comfortable to write in the future, I love seeing new writers and creators in general, especially considering the enstars fandom is small on tumblr. It really is just gatekeeper who's throwing us off tbh. ! is only "better" bc it's larger, it ran, like, 5 years or so? And !! has been running for 2, so it has a lot more content, yes, but I don't think it's that bad. The characters changed and evolved (a joy of enstars), and writing a character based on their ! characterisation would still end up as OOC unless you're writing them in the ! setting. Writing a character in the !! as you know them in !! should be fine, I believe. Like, ! might be good info to have for the subtleties, but most of what I know from ! are things I never explicitly mention, just weave through their characterisation. Making a character like Mika avoid eye contact when nervous isn't a big deal at all - but it's my way of saying, "It's hard to get rid of old habits, especially of ones so ingrained in a person. Even if he's learning to love himself, he still kept the habit of hiding the eyes he grew up hating when he feels threatened".

At the end of the day, fandom drama is childish. Fandom drama that starts because someone hates "OOC fics" (of all the things) is even more childish. It's really not hard to exit a fic you don't like. It's more effort to type up hate for it.

[ratherbefangirling]

Hi!! Idk,but can I request a yandere ship with BTS? This is my first yandere ship💀I hope my info would be enough.

I am an ambivert. I love art related things and I love to read and know more. My curiosity is always high. I love to eat and cook. I am open,witty funny but I am actually a reserved someone. You can say I have a royal/princess au going around me. But that's just appearance. My personality is a bit introverted and quiet. Even though I like meeting new people and talking about new stuff,my lone time is very important for me. So that I can think. I think I am someone whom you call savage but elegant. The total baddie doesn't go with me. Respectful but also know when to use my sharp tongue on people. Straightforward,honest, passionate, hard-working. But ig I do have problems. You see,since I am like the therapist of my closed ones,take care of others. I don't know how to receive affection or care well. Though I know I deserve it,but I don't know how to process the care when I receive from others(without thinking it's a trap ). I have low self esteem but with a god complex. I mean I do feel confident,but like,at times I doubt myself. 💀💀

I hope.its enough. Thank you and have a nice day/night🥰💙💜

Hi Sweetheart,

May you have a nice day. Hope you like it.

The yandere I ship you with is Taehyung.

For a long time you had a crush on Taehyung and you had made your feelings for him more than obvious.

With Taehyung what was not there to love. His pretty face, his collar bones, his fluffy hair, his deep voice you could go on. Despite that Taehyung barely paid you attention.

You decided to let go of him slowly distancing yourself. Taehyung was alarmed. How could you no longer like him and pay him attention. So he starts coveting you. The perfect opportunity presents itself when you go on a college trip.

Somehow you are seated next to Taehyung on the train. Hours pass there is no conversation between you. He is busy on his phone. You fall asleep.

When you wake up he is not on his seat you spot him flirting with a girl on another seat as you make your way to the restroom.

After freshening up you choose to admire the view. Silent as a cat Taehyung joins you.

The train stops and you loose your balance landing on Taehyung. His eyes are blank. You move away but your clothes get caught up on the button on his.

And to make things worse a group of your class mates walk on you, rushing away with not so silent whispers.

You close your eyes hoping you'd disappear.

Fingers trace your face.

"So pretty." Taehyung's voice makes you crack open your eyes.

"Huh?" You are dumbfounded. Is he actually talking to you. You must have misheard him right.?

He helps you up.

"I'm sorry." You apologise.

"It's not your fault." He says simply.

You follow him back to your seats. You pick up the book you were reading. After a while a head falls on your shoulder.

You look at Taehyung and wonder what sort of beautiful nightmare is this.

What you didn't know that was not even a trailer of the life you were to live later.

The proposal you recieve is very romantic. A public, heart of roses and candles on the ground and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. You cant help but say yes. Surely you can't deny his efforts.

The first three months are heaven. Your boyfriend is sweet and cute and hot and sexy. It's everything a girl could ask for but there's something missing. When you tell it to your friend she says it's your anxiety speaking. Still you feel a lack of emotional connection. Its his way and only his way.

You are getting ready for your friends birthday party when Taehyung comes home.

"Jagi." He calls out.

"Yes." You say still getting ready.

A frown is painted in his face when he enters your shared bedroom.

"Why's the house so messy, even the food is not done do you want me to starve?"

You close your eyes. You were expecting it.

"Tae, I will clean once I come back. You can order in one night."

"Ha not all of us have money to waste princess."

He says seething. You feel hurt.

"Tae. ... please don't be like this." You plead ignoring your phone that rings incessantly.

"I dont know what you want but you're not the only one that gets to complain about not spending time together when you keep partying with your friends."

"We haven't been on a date for three months!" You tell him.

"I know and I finally got time so you're running to your parties hoping any pervert can pay your ugly self attention pathetic."

You don't even know when tears start to drip down.

You answer your phone.

"I can't make it." You tell your friend.

"Again."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever."

You cut the call to find your house empty. Taehyung left. You break down in tears. You decide to pack your bags. You've had enough.

You book a hotel room with nowhere else to go.

Your phone rings and rings. There are voice messages.

Finally you answer your phone.

"Jagi.. jagi." He cries

Your heart lurches. He sounds so much in pain.

"What happened?" You ask alarmed.

"I.. you.." You can hear his sobbing and your heart breaks.

You rush back to the house.

You find him crying in the living room. Immediately hugging him. Stroking his hair.

"I'm sorry I will be better." He says.

"It's fine. It's fine. It's ok." You comfort him.

Later when you go to bring him water he wipes the tears and wonder how he should punish you.

You make it too easy sometimes. Still you're a fun prey to play with.

[minnie-mei]

yandere pillars (pt.2) | kny

yandere! au

general headcanons !

[Iguro Obanai, Muichiro Tokito, Himejima Gyomei, Shinobu Kochou]

note: I typically write muichiro as age 18, but bc there's no nsfw ig you could view him as whatever :/

WARNING(S): unhealthy/obsessive behavior, abusive themes, mentions of kidnapping and murder

Iguro Obanai

yandere type: stalker, obsessive, manipulative

Iguro has flexible taste, but would most likely be attracted to someone social and "pure"

due to his self-loathing and insecurities, he admires those who are completely opposite to him

Different to the other pillars, you caught his attention for a unique reason, separate from your looks and personality

you were sanemi's tsugoku

(sanemi has very outwardly expressed how he would never take on a tsugoku but here you were, why?)

how was it that such a kind individual was sanemi's tsugoku?

and so he watched you, purely out of curiosity at first

but then curiosity turned into a crush and a crush turned into an obsession

Unlike the others, he has no intention of making you his

he feels dirty and completely unworthy of you, especially because he's lucid about his unhealthy feelings

however, he also sees others as unworthy of you

oh you got a suitor? dead; they don't deserve you

yeah he's never gonna let you get married

He's willing to be your friend, but he's not so bold so you'd have to start that friendship

Very intelligent and determined, Iguro knows how to get what he wants from you

which is really just attention

he's also really good at getting you to change your mind about things

he can convince you out of missions

or out of friendships with those he deems competition

He hates himself for it, but he often gives into his urges whenever you want to touch him or spend time with him

he tries to say no but he just can't

as much as he fantasizes about you confessing to him, he knows he shouldn't ever say yes if it happens

he's not nearly good enough for you

he's worried he'd accept you

He's a stalker right off the bat, even though he had pure intentions originally

but then he eventually starts breaking in and watching you sleep, hoping Sanemi doesn't catch him

After a long while of his obsession going on, he may get a bit delusional

he may think you're doing this purposely

you're tempting him

he does pull himself together though, and won't do anything

If it somehow ever gets to the point where he feels he has to kidnap you (highly doubtful), it will come from a purely protective standpoint

you were seriously hurt and he can't let that happen again

He'd treat you as neutrally as possible

he wouldn't treat you as a romantic partner, he doesn't deserve it

he probably feels guilty about it at first, but it'll pass

he'd do whatever you ask except release you (and he'd do his best to say 'no' if you were to ask him to cuddle)

As a stalker, he'd likely leave little gifts around

not anything too large or noticable, just things like jewelry

he'd never tell you they were from him

He's scarily good at hiding his true feelings

well he should be obvious to you, but you take his willingness to help you constantly as friendship

He craves your affection, but refuses it

you'd sometimes eat dinner with him and pat his head and he'd have to freeze to keep himself from pulling you close to him

he low-key gives off worshipper energy idk

Muichiro Tokito

yandere type: clingy, possessive, selfish

There's no specific quality or energy he's attracted to in his darling, they're just them

you have an affect on him as soon as he sees you and he doesn't like it

You're new there when he first meets you at a pillar meeting; one of the newer workers for Oyakata-sama

you weren't that noticable either, just someone who brought them tea or food

the only other pillar to even glance your way more than once was Mitsuri, who always complimented and thanked you whenever you brought food in or did something for her

something irked him when she gave you attention

she shouldn't do that, only he should

would she even notice if you were gone?

would anyone? he would.

He never makes his feelings clear to you, it's like he expects you to already know

he barely speaks to you, and when he does it's about simple random things like colors or clouds

after becoming only slightly aquainted with you, he'll start dragging you places without giving you any information

usually it's to watch him train so that he can show off or to just sit with him (which is incredibly awkward because neither of you say anything)

you get put in that situation more often as time goes on, especially if you were talking to someone beforehand

he'll grab hold of your hand and pull you away from the person you were speaking with, to a bench where he sits beside you and stares ahead

you don't say anything, not wanting to offend a pillar

Muichiro is the most likely to kidnap you, and does so without ever truly getting to know you

he doesn't even hesitate when he does, he knows he needs you and can't have others taking your attention away from him

He had a perfect image of you in his head and there's nothing you could do to tarnish that image

escaping and misbehaving will no doubt earn you punishments, but he'll still think you're perfect

He's pretty strict when it comes to rules and is consistent with his punishments

always keeps his promises, there's no talking your way out of anything

he doesn't understand why you try anyway, it only makes sense what he's doing

He has the intelligence to manipulate you, but doesn't see much of a point unless he's trying to guilt you into hugging/comforting him

that's about it

he tends to be very straightforward as he doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing

he may see it as a way of protecting you, but it's mostly just to calm his raging jealousy and need for you

your feelings aren't a big concern for him (especially at first)

Over time he'll grow nicer and start treating you with more empathy and respect

but that underlying selfishness is always present

He loves when you touch him or give him even the slightest attention

he wants to be loved and praised more than anything else

if you refuse to show him affection, he'd threaten you into it

forces you to tell him you love him and such

he's so good at conditioning you that only after a couple years, you're turned into the perfect partner

Muichiro isn't so caught up in the marriage and children aspect of things

he doesn't look far into the future but is open to the possibilities

Once he becomes more aware of your emotions, he starts doing nice things for you like bringing home small gifts

they're most often flowers or rocks he thought were pretty

not very cool, but a sweet effort nonetheless

You're access is limited to just the house, but he'll let you sit on the porch or in the backyard to watch him train

(he's very soft for when you bring him water to cool him off. any show of care for him is happily welcomed.)

sometimes afterwards, he'll lay you on the grass next to him so you can watch the clouds and trees together

he enjoys it and knows it helps ease any stress or anxiety you have

maybe maybe he'll let you go on walks with him after a few years but he's still against the idea of letting others see you

you're for his eyes only

he's the only one you can look at and give attention to

Himejima Gyomei

yandere type: obsessive, protective

Given the fact that he's blind, looks play no part in finding a darling for him

it's all about gentleness and empathy for him

(he might have a soft spot for a small darling but he's so big that anyone is small compared to him)

He first meets you when you visit his estate to deliver desserts

you're a new kindergarten teacher at the nearest village and wanted to welcome all your neighbors kindly

he was interested immediately, but didn't see you again for awhile after that due to his profession

the second time he met you, he was on his way back to his estate after a dangerous mission and he stumbled into you heading home from buying supplies for your students

noticing his injuries, you offered to go home with him to help and that kick-started your relationship

Gyomei is most likely to have a "normal" relationship with you

his tendencies aren't very extreme by any means and he has a lot of self-control

he admires and respects you and wants you to feel the same for him

Very lucid with his feelings, he accepts that they're not healthy and forces himself to hide them

there's nothing that could make him snap/break into hurting you

kidnapping however,,, maybe

He's pretty traditional when it comes to courting you

he takes you on dates whenever he can, he guys you gifts, he visits you, and walks you home

Marriage is definitely something he wants, he also wants children, having a soft spot for them himself and knowing what a good parent you'd be

unfortunately he’s so passionate about his love for you that he gets a little ahead of himself and moves quickly

He's not very forceful with any of his actions, however he's serious when it comes to knowing where you are

whenever you go somewhere, he has to know

this is his protective nature taking over, not wanting you to be hurt in any type of way

accidents are fine and normal, but he doesn't know what he'd do if a demon went after you

he carries a lot of guilt from his past, letting people get hurt, so his reasoning is easy to understand

Say you were to die from any cause, he wouldn't be able to carry on

not even to get revenge for you

he'd just slowly waste away, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep

he wouldn't survive without you, you're everything to him

He treats you extremely gently, afraid to accidentally harm you in any way

this man is Large™

and very capable of breaking any bone in your body if he squeezed

he's terrified of hurting you

so much so that he sometimes refuses to touch you

you'd have to hold onto his a while on dates because he doesn't want to hold your hand too tight

Piggy back rides and carrying you around is fine, but he doesn't put any effort into hugs, handholding, cuddling, etc.

well cuddling sometimes, but only if you're on top of him bc what if he rolls over and crushes you in his sleep?

he's always concerned about your feelings and general well being

Should you ever break up with him?

oh god he'd feel as if he were dying

he'd probably be sobbing on his knees begging you to stay with him, unintentionally guilting you into agreeing

he always tries his best to go along with your wishes though so he'd feel bad about it afterwards :/

oh well at least you're still here

But if you still leave him? he might kidnap you just to keep himself alive

he really can't be without you for long

In a kidnapping scenario, he'd be a very good captor

spoiling you and giving you whatever you want

he'd feel constantly guilty about the whole thing but he loves you so much

there's no escaping from him

his blindness isn't much of a weakness and he's impossibly strong

he'd still try to give you as much freedom as possible though

Gyomei is keen on verbal praise rather than physical affection

hearing someone speak to him so kindly really does something to him

If you're the more clingy type, that's fine too

he likes getting on his knees and letting you pet his hair and kiss his face (he's much too tall to let you do this standing up)

Shinobu Kochou

yandere type: manipulative, protective

Shinobu is most attracted to naivety, someone she can tease

you want to learn medicine, so you begin studying under her after talking your way into the position

she didn't accept you at first but you impressed her with your persistence so she eventually agreed

Her obsession wasn't much of an obsession at first, more of a soft crush

she thought you were the cutest thing she's ever seen, so focused on listening to her teachings

she found every reaction and expression shown on your face as something she wanted to see again and again and again

it gets to a point where she'd lie and trick you with certain things just so she'd have an excuse to scold you and see the pitiful look you give her

She's not really the jealous type, in fact you can hang out with whoever you like as long as you're in the estate and come back to her everyday

so nothing she does is driven by feelings of envy or possession

she still needs to be your number one though for sure

if she thinks there's a risk of a rival, said rival will be eliminated

Shinobu is the second most likely to kidnap you out of all the pillars

it starts slowly with refusing to let you leave the estate (to visit your family or get supplies) with excuses of how dangerous it is out there and someone else can do it

it ends with her poisoning you so you're bedridden and unable to leave

whether or not you figure out what she's doing, it doesn't matter

you can't convince anyone to believe you and she'll never let you go

With how manipulative she is, she could do whatever she wants with you at this point, so it's definite that she won't allow you to stay sick forever

she'd likely make you think you're delusional, that there's no way she'd do this to you; she's your mentor

you're just so sick that you're mind is making things up to help you cope

she loves you

Once you start believing her to be your savior, then she'll begin healing you and letting you get back to regular life

only this time you're dedicated to her, so you wouldn't want to leave constantly

She'd know if you were to lie to her or show any in-genuine feelings

she's studied you and trained you well enough to know everything she needs to in order to keep you in check

She doesn't care too much about punishments, she knows she can act hurt and guilt trip you into behaving

but if you act up too bad, she's willing to step in and correct you in any way she has to

She doesn't control your entire day, but she does dress you up, feed you, and have time that is reserved for the two of you to be together

cheek kisses are required every day when you leave her and when you see her again

she's ok with you hanging out with whoever, but no treating them with the same affection you should be giving her

She's the only one who can cook for you, too afraid of you getting sick otherwise

she may have the ability to nurse you back to health, but she prefers you to be happy and healthy

as much as she wants you to enjoy yourself your happiness isn't her main priority

keeping you safe with her is

She's the "if I can't have you, no one can" type

if you're too set on escaping from her after a long period of time and are causing a lot of problems for her, then she may have to kill you

it'll be fine because she'll reunite with you in the afterlife, where you can't escape her no matter what

she'll think of you every day until she dies and can see you again

if she thinks she's going to die, she'll be sure to take you with her

you belong together

Her ideal behavior for her darling would be clingy

she wants her love to follow her around, clinging to her closely and whining for her attention

she doesn't find it annoying as long as you listen when she tells you to calm down

She loves gifting you with attention and jewelry

she expects you to wear everything she gets you with pride

she'll get something matching with you, likely a charm bracelet or ring

Marriage isn't something she needs, but she'd love to show your love for each other in any way

Overall she's not the worst, but keeping up with her controlling, manipulative personality and minor sadistic streak can be quite difficult

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-Admin Duckie

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Marites’ Ship for this Gossip: Yakuza AU: Dabi x Reader

Heed Marites’ Warnings; Read on your own risk: Dub-con(?), Hints of Yandere Behavior, Breeding Kink, Dark, Twisted(ig?), Possessiveness, Husband/Wife Kink(?), Innocence Kink(?), Corruption Kink

Gossip with Marites: @slutbench @saudade-mayari @roanniee

Marites' Notes: From a rp with@lovemeian

Beta'd by the lovely @ninjamomo

Word Count: Longer than my usual drabbles

Sweat-stained clothing acting like another layer of skin atop his as he frustratingly thread through the halls of their house. The dried blood formed a crust of maroon, itching. Plopping himself atop the sofa, sighing with content as he smells the aroma of dinner, "Darling?"

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say, entering the room, brushing dirt off your hands as you face him, making an immediate sneer at the blood where you can see them. "Can't you even clean yourself up before you enter the house?"

"I'm sorry, the day's been rough, Y/N... agreement about clan territory's going bad, I'll go clean-up." limbs aching as he stood up from the sofa, planting a kiss on top of your head as he passed your sneering form.

As soon as he's out of view, you sigh, tensed shoulders that always seem to be there when he's around go down again. You don't understand why he tries, why he wants to try. Hating him for so long and not knowing what else to feel as you hold onto that anger.

Hissing as he cleans up the shallow wounds from the earlier conflict between the Bakugo clan, he lays back at the chair in his study, silent as he faces the ceiling as bringing his palm gently across his face sighing in frustration as he thought about something far more concerning than the temperamental Oyabun of the Bakugos, "It's inevitable."

Despite hating his existence, you do what you always do: prepare him tea when he comes home, because that's what's expected of the housewives of Oyabuns, be obedient and serve your husband. What you need to do. The tea is hot but not too scalding, and you brace yourself again when you near his study. You knock twice, not saying anything.

Groaning as his sore body carried itself towards the door, steps heavy across the carpeted floor. Opening the door slowly as he sees your face, annoyance evident on every feature, "Darling, you don't have to."

"You know I do." you bite back, swearing, any more words, as you set the tray on his table, trying not to do everything too fast, especially in his proximity. He smells nice, cleaner. He smells more human this way, less demon of your reality of nightmares. You place the cup and pour him one. "And don't call me that," you say as soon as he takes the cup.

Lids heavy not from exhaustion but from sadness from what he was about to discuss, "Endeavor called. He-", sighing as he combed through his hair with his thick and slender fingers. "You know about it, right? It is mandatory for every Oyabun, especially ones who are handling large clans, to have at least two male heirs."

You freeze. Heirs. "I thought. . . I thought we had more time." You thought you had more time. Before marriage, there were times you thought you could run away. Pack up everything and disappear. But you know he could find you. You know he would. Heirs.

It is inevitable, it's a must... comfort was what you needed right now, "Y/N, I know-", but of course you’re frustrated, desperate features that only show you don't want his trying touch of comfort. A bastard such as him whom you're only married to for the clan's benefit... a bastard who you'll be forced to be one with for the sake of heirs.

Squaring your shoulders, swallowing, "It doesn't matter. I know what I signed up for. I know my responsibilities. Tonight then, husband?" you meet his gaze, unrelenting.

Sighing, knowing it was no use to do anything but just agree, "Tonight.", he says as he turns his back from you, sipping the now cold tea whilst looking outside the midnight, star-streaked sky.

You nodded and left, taking the tray and closing the door with an audible click. The hours moved. Waiting in front of the vanity, as you brush your hair with a solid grip. The room, empty, the lights low, the only sounds around the silent room seemed to be your fast-beating heart. Until footsteps.

Doubt was laced with anger. Hatred for himself, after all it was his fault, if only he didn't voice his interest in your clan that day...

Hesitance was the only clear emotion he can process as he began to knock at the door to their shared bedroom.

Hands pausing as you slowly set the brush down. Suddenly, unable to gain feeling on your legs. Heartbeat too loud while you clear your throat. "Come in."

Legs stiff as a few strides got him to stand in front of you, thumb and pointer finger lifting your chin to face his gaze, "Dar- Y/N... I know that you don't want this, but at least let me... let me help you enjoy something pleasurable."

"At least in times like this, let me help you forget all the frustration and hatred that's weighing you down. Let me help, Y/N."

Staring in his eyes— blue, electric, sincere — as you move to stand up, rough yet gentle fingers still on your chin. Even standing up, he was still so tall. "I—" There is so much you want to confess, but instead you followed the warmth of his body. Following him in his movements. "I'm not as good at this as you. So you have to tell me."

A flicker of warmth arises inside his chest, hope?... It's much better not to, such feelings are reserved, exclusive for only these times; it won't last, in her eyes he was still the bastard of a husband: Dabi of the Todoroki Clan, "Do what feels natural, love."

Love. Hands, hesitant as they rest on his toned chest, eyes resting heavily on your own hands, too aware of his gaze. "I don't know what is natural. You're. . . you're my first." Before he can react, you reach in your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

Selfish. A creature enraptured by your beauty the first time they met on the street, a bastard who's the reason for your current circumstance. He knows; have the sanity to judge what's evil and what's pure... but the pull to taint such a soul as clean as yours was enticing. A temptation a mortal like him can't resist.

Your lips were soft, unlike his.

Your skin was untainted, unlike his.

You were pure. He was corrupted.

He can't help the want- no. The need to feel you. To have his tongue explore your untainted mouth. To have his fingers lay dirtied trails across your skin.

A tight grip on his broad shoulders, keeping yourself steady but everything felt so dizzying. His tongue in your mouth as whimpers and soft moans leaves you. Trying to anchor yourself steady against him, conflicted whether you wanted him closer or further, but the want to have him near you made you pull him towards you, a blur, unsure of whether it was a conscious decision or subliminal as you sigh in between breathless inhales.

You can't enjoy this, you thought, but his movements were precise and you melt under his touch.

It was wrong. A conflict of morals and ethics. Savoring the taste of you, nibbling your bottom lip. Such innocence were meant to be preserved is what he'd always think as you do your duties as his housewife... but now, seeing you all flushed, lips kiss-bruised, skin in heat, was it really wrong of him to enjoy such a display?

Organized tangles of small chaos ruptures from every part of him; mind battling itself as his body runs on its own accord, wanting to relish every sensation the two of you joined can give.

Gaze hazy, fingers curling to the nape of the man before you, reaching for his hair and pulling him away, inhaling sharply as both of your chests move from breathlessness. "I think that's enough. I. Ah." Fingers clenching over your robe as you pulled the tie apart and shrugged it all off. Unable to meet his electric blue gaze. "You— uh, you should take it off too."

Heavenly. You were gorgeous as the robes slipped off your shoulders. It was then that he decided to drown and muffle the voices shouting inside him. Tonight he'll be true. Tonight he'll show you the real him. Tonight he'll show you what feels natural to him; A natural to a monster who's aching to ravage his sweet housewife.

Every muffled shout inside his head made it all foggy, but he wanted to show you, to let you experience the distinct taste and sensation of being one. You weren't like anyone else, you were his wife. He didn't want to overwhelm such an angelic being from lust. It was all gradual. It should be slow and sensual, like the way he moves toward you. It should be passionate, like the way he descends from your lips down your jaw, trailing along your neck once more. It should be done lovingly, like the way he kneads your breast with both hands. But alas, all the shoulds were fighting with his musts, his needs. A must to ravage you. A must to take you. A must to breed you full with his heirs. A must to see such an innocent face transform, streaked with tears, contorted with nothing but pleasure.

You fall back on the bed with a soft thud, the covers are soft compared to the man before you. Hands are calloused, insistent almost, trying to find treasure in places where they bloom. He moans. He yearns; as hands reach for your shirt, feeling the expanse of your skin, feeling his mouth, hot, as it moves on the hollow of your neck. "More," you whisper. "I want more. . . husband."

Liquid heat was what trails from your collar bone, mouth circling around your areola as rough calloused hands that were covered with sinful violent stains gently traced patterns on your hips. A canvas of beautiful curves, of soft supple skin to be painted. Dirtied. Mulberries and mauve an afterthought of the kisses that were beginning to descend down your stomach.

He lifts his head, gaze determined yet questioning, were you sure? Were you ready? Will you forget, leave? Or will you embrace the monster that he is?

But it was your mewl of "More", your sweet cry of his title. He liked that. Husband. To be truly yours. To see you swollen with his child. To see you reciprocate his loving advances albeit the circumstance.

Your hands trail down his stomach, getting impatient. Pulling his jeans apart, frowning at his gaze. "More." Hands, soft but clumsy, finding his boxers and palming him through it. Hearing him gasp. Enthralled by the sound, doing it harder as you kissed the corner of his lips, trying to tell him to leave his confusion. "More, please."

Savoring, studying every feature of your angelic face, looking for an excuse, for a sign of regret, but all he found was a desperate plea for him. A calling for more.

You were to be handled gently, he was intent on showing you another side to remember him by, a side that'll leave an explosion of lasting euphoria.

It was all he could think of while he began to spread your legs slowly. The muffled voices in his head, agreeing, for the first time in a while as he softly massages your flesh before tracing your nether region's outer lips ascending to the bundle of nerves that he's now carefully circling with his thumb as his other hand teases your slit, wanting to ease a sinful finger inside you, pure and untouched.

Your back arches, the feeling foreign, new, fingers curling around his arms in a tight grip. Heaves and gasps, as another finger slides in, forehead hitting his shoulder. Mind going blank as the feeling of that slow stretch of arousal begins to heighten. Just a few more pumps and you were ready to unravel. "More," is all you can whimper. You want more of him. More of this feeling.

You were tight, as he added another dirtied appendage, three in total pumping you to your release. It was what he can offer to prepare you before he ravages the innocent girl that you are.

Tainted. It was all he could think of as sloshes of your arousal began to gather along his palm, dripping all the way to his wrist. You will be tainted after all of this. His tainted angel.

The band snaps, everything too much, all too fast; the proximity, the feeling, his fingers curling, as you fall apart. So fast, so much. Shudders rack through your body, heaving, gasping through your orgasm. Falling back on the covers as your heavy breathing fills the room. Tears bunch up the corners of your eyes as you stare at him. "I don't." I swallow. "I don't think that's how you make an heir, husband. But it felt good."

Such innocence. Pure. Was he deserving of such a vessel for his heirs? But you weren't a mere incubator now, were you? He loves you, his beautiful angelic wife. You... do you love him back, a monster like him, whose hands were tainted by blood and sins?

"It was to prepare you for what's to come, love.", right hand stroking his enormous shaft as his other hand traces random patterns on your inner thigh, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." he says, smiling genuinely as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

His lips burn on your forehead, the voice, the smile. Everything is tangled in your head and still you stare at his ministrations, at the weepy tip, the angry red, and let one finger slide down it, hitting a vein, hearing his gasps and groans.

Looking up at him as your lashes flutter, "Thank you."

Taking a little of the wetness that comes out of him, tasting the liquid as you keep his gaze, smirking, "Mmh. You taste nice."

Thank you? What for though? It was all a foggy mess inside his head, but as you made the bold move of tasting him it was all clear.

Primal. Instinctual. A movement of foundational lust. He didn't even process the change in his tactic, the growl lacing his every word, "You can taste me after I breed you full of our heirs, wife."

Shouldering your legs, before plying your heated body, folding you in the process, stabilizing your position with his weight as he eases the thick tip of his dick inside you.

The feel forces a strangled cry out of you, keeling forward as you gasp at the thick length penetrating to every unused ridge inside, fitting between tight walls, nails that brace against his shoulders tighten, deepen. Enough to draw blood. Breed. It was such a filthy word, a primal word. But as you felt him deep, stimulating places your fingers have never reached before, moving at a pace that continued to tighten the band again and again— rising and rising into a fever pitch — the word loud inside your lust-fogged head. Breed, breed, breed. And you want him. More of him. Everything.

Because he's yours. Everything he is, everything he has.

"Mine." you didn't think, just said it out loud, but it was there, in between another choked orgasm and a cry.

Growls and groans, a symphony of animalistic sounds rooting from pleasure. Mine? He was yours already. Yours from the moment he saw you. Yours from the moment you were his wife.

Head nuzzling into your neck as he continues to pound his cock into you, heaving your lower body, hands holding your hips as he aligns your bodies to meet the force of his thrusts. He groans at your skin as he feels your walls tighten around his shaft knowing that his cock brushed against your g-spot, a muffled acceptance of ownership as he marks you with his teeth tickling your heated skin, "L-love. Only yours."

L-Love. Only yours. The words are so clear when everything feels so loud, when his teeth sink against tender flesh, fireworks explode behind your eyes as everything comes crashing, legs thrashing wildly, but he doesn't relent, finding that spot, hitting it again and again as if reclaiming something. His position, his title, his ownership. Everything's so white, it's in flashes and sparks. Legs locking against his backside, heavy with the weight of another orgasm as you lock eyes, "Breed me. All of it. All of you. W-want your child. Ours. Please."

Pounding you to oblivion was one thing, but breeding you until your face was streaked from tears of overstimulation, hair a glorious mess, and womb tainted, filled to the brim with his seed, all of it was once a fantasy that's now coming true before him.

His innocent little housewife, now a babbling mess of slurring words as he uses your tainted cunt, plowing it with a force way too animalistic, primal, for a human.

"M' gonna breed you every day. Gonna make good use of your hole. Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah?", whispers of sinful promises next to your flushed ear, as he nips at your lobe after his chant.

Words going straight to your brain, taking root inside of it, and playing again and again. Losing every sense of thought and action, being replaced by everything he was promising, wanting nothing more than to please him. Be his. Accept everything in this moment. Hips are tilted in an angle where you can feel everything, going so deep, reaching so far. ‘Yes’ are repeated, chanted, as you can feel yourself falling apart again, the spearing of his cock in a never ending procession of nerves— when the world turns white, knees locking, you strangled out a gasp as you felt him throb and groan at the sudden tightness, a vice grip on his dick that he falters.

Sealing a sloppy exchange of heated kisses as he swallows your cries, breathes in your very air, and intertwines your sound in a sinful harmony before his hips began to stutter while pounding deeply into your core, tip bruising your cervix that was eager to welcome his load, womb thirsty for his seed.

The tight fitting of your walls around his length drove him wild as he throbs and shoots his first load of the night, not stopping as he pounds the load that was coming out of his bulbous tip, wanting to prolong, to preserve, to ingrain every bit of sensation, wanting to replay it in his mind every day. Cherishing your first with him. A moment he'll never forget.

Everything feels so white hot— his body pressed against yours, the overstimulation from moving his hips, even as everything inside of him burned from the pressure, you felt everything. His cum, warm, shuddering when he pulls back, the feeling of being completely full with him, as you look down at the mess he's made. You’ve both created. Thick globs of his white seed mixed with yours coming out. You made a sound, processing in the back of your mind, a little frown on your face with your arms still loosely around him. You had drawn blood, you could feel it, but you were focused on everything coming out.

"It's- all of it is coming out. I-" It feels like a sin too, so you tried to lock your thighs tightly. Meeting his gaze, the euphoric feeling simmered lightly like a sin. It feels unforgivable that new tears come out. "I'm sorry. I-"

The image of your arousal combined together was a sight that made his stomach stirred. Images of your children-to be a picture that he's very much fond of.

Hands reaching for yours he kissed both wrists then placed a gentle kiss on your saliva-coated lips as he reached for the lowermost drawer on the bed side table. His soft loving kisses were a contrast from the rough make-out earlier, a distraction as he eases the plug between your folds. It was instinct, the words naturally spilling from his parted lips, "I love you, Y/N."

The words come out before you were able to process them, fingers lightly brushing over my stomach where he was just in. "I-I love you too. Husband. Dabi."

Though it was a twisted start to your beautiful novel, he was now content in the present with you carrying your third child as your little ones run and play around the house.