#yandere 2pm

[kpop---scenarios]

Dark Book Series (2) - Say You Love Me

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Warning: Yandere Content, Murder, Mentions of Blood, Stalking etc

Word Count: 4.5k

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght @skittlez-area512 @skzdust @gnabnahcsworld @onlyhyunjin @stephanieeeyang @lostasoulinthedarkness @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @iam-wh0 @skzooluvr @queen-in-the-shadows

@ayyonoona

Felix | Hyunjin | Lee Know | Seungmin | Chan | Changbin | Jeongin | Jisung

“How are things today, Y/N?” Hyunjin asks. You stare down at your twiddling fingers, trying to hold in your tears before you speak. You hated crying in front of your therapist, but lately that seems to be all you ever do, and honestly Hyunjin seemed to be used to it by now. All your sessions seemed to involve you crying over your boyfriend.

“Y/N?” He asks, leaning slightly forward.

You look up, one tear rolling down your cheek. “I'm sorry.” You whisper. “Things are worse…at home. With Jackson. The past week, he's just been ignoring me, straight up walking out of the room if I walk in. Away from me if I try to talk tk him. No matter what I do.” You sigh.

“Mhm, prolonged silent treatment. That is a form of emotional abuse, you know.” Hyunjin murmurs, writing down on his notepad.

“And I honestly don't even know what I did to be given the silent treatment. He won't tell me. But on the brightside, I guess it's better than him screaming at me all day.” You sigh.

“Does he usually? Scream at you, I mean.” Hyunjin asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes. If he's had a bad day at work. If I didn't clean the right way, or enough. If I say the wrong thing, or I talk out of turn. If a guy looks at me, talks to me…” You trail off.

“Does he know you see me?” He asks.

“He knows I see someone. If you're asking if he knows you're a man, then no he doesn't. I figured it was an unnecessary fight. I've been through a lot of therapists, and you're the best that I've been too.” You smile.

Hyunjin grins at your words, inside he's bursting with joy. “You know, Y/N. You are allowed to leave that relationship.” He tells you. “In fact, I would insist you do. Your mental health would improve exponentially.”

“I've thought about it. But I don't want to be alone.” You sigh.

You'll never be alone. Not as long as I'm around.

“Sometimes being alone is what heals the heart, and the head.” Hyunjin smiles. “You're stronger than you think.”

“I don't know if I am. What if I never find anyone else?” You groan. “Jackson says he loves me, when he talks to me. And that he does these things to make sure I'm the best version of myself.”

“Do you feel like what he does makes you the best version?” He asks. I can guarantee you don't.

“I feel like I'm losing myself piece by piece everyday.” You whisper.

I can help you heal. I can fix you. All you need is me.

“You need to leave, Y/N. It is in your best interest.” Hyunjin sighs, closing his notebook. “Unfortunately that's all the time we have for today. But I want to see you again in a few days to see where things are at home. Okay? I have Friday at 2pm, 4:30,pm, and 6pm.”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” You sniffle, wiping away your tears. “Let's do 2pm. I'm off work early on fridays.” You say.

I know.

“Friday at two. Okay, I have you down. You've got this, Y/N.” Hyunjin smiles as he watches you stand up, forcing a smile. He wished you weren't leaving to go home to your shitty boyfriend. He watches out the window from his office as you walk down the steps, grabbing his jacket and locking the door to the room he rents inside the building.

Hyunjin keeps a good distance behind you to ensure that you don't notice him behind you. He doesn't need to follow you to find out where you live, he already knows. He just likes to make sure you make it home safely. He's there to protect you, because that's what you need. You need someone to save you, and lucky for you, he was that person.

He smiles as he watches you checking the mailbox in the yard of your little house. He loved the house, but he hated the other occupant that lived there. You had been with Jackson for 3 years, only living together for one, so far but he hoped that it wouldn't be that much longer. The way your sessions were going, and the words Hyunjin was speaking, he was sure you'd leave Jackson in a few months. A couple more sessions, you'd be fully aware of how wrong Jackson was for you, and maybe realize how right Hyunjin was for you.

As you walk in the front door, he wanders around the side of the house, peering in the window to the kitchen and living room. He watches you setting your bag down on the table while Jackson walks into the room. He mutters some words, holding his arms out for a hug, and you nestle right into him. Hyunjin can see you melting into the hug, relishing in the fact that Jackson is now speaking to you again, and now giving you physical touch.

It makes Hyunjin sick.

After an hour, he can't take it anymore. He can't stand to watch you laugh and touch him, while Hyunjin knows it's only a matter of time before you're back in his office, crying because Jackson did something again.

When Friday finally rolled around, Hyunjin made his way to his office around 1:30pm, he sat behind the desk that came with the room as he thought about the first time he had ever seen you, which was now almost two years ago to the date.

**

“Yeah, no, I'll call to set up another appointment.” You say to the receptionist at the therapist's office. He could see the disappointment that was plastered all over your face, the second you walked out of Dr. Parks office. He wasn't surprised, Dr. Park wasn't the best in the business, but Hyunjin could be. Was he a licensed therapist? No. But could he be? Absolutely. He walks over to you, ignoring his name being called to go speak with Dr. Park, and stands by you at the elevator.

“Excuse me.” He smiles. “I couldn't help but notice the disappointment on your face after your session. I'm Dr. Hwang.” He says, holding out his hand. “and I'd love to meet and see if we'd be the right fit?” He smiles.

“Hi. Oh, um sure. Yeah, that'd be great. Dr. Park is good, he's just… um…” you pause.

“He's a friend, but I completely understand what you mean.” Hyunjin laughs. He pats his pockets before looking up at you. “Shoot, I was going to give you a card but it doesn't seem like I have any on me.” He sighs. “If you call me, I can get you in. Do you want to take my number?”

“Yes, please.” You say, pulling out your phone.

“Okay, it's….”

“Thank you so much.” You smile, stepping onto the elevator, slipping your phone back in your pocket. Hyunjin steps on the elevator with you, pretending like he was leaving just like you, and that's the day he had first followed you home. It took him time to find out information about you. He had, too. He had no choice. You didn't call for months. But when you finally did call, he was able to be the perfect therapist for you, as well as the perfect man for you.

**

Hyunjin is brought out of his thoughts, hearing the knocking at the door. “Come in!” He yells, putting his phone to his ear. “I promise, it'll all be okay.” He says, to no one. “I'll see you at your session on Monday, okay?” He says, waving you in, pointing to the couch. “Okay, yes, see you Monday.” He finishes, pretending to hang up the phone.

“Good afternoon, Y/N.” He smiles, opening his notebook.

“Good afternoon!” You say, in a better mood than when you were here a few days ago.

“You seem to be happy.” Hyunjin states, clearing his throat.

“I am! Jackson apologized the evening that I went home on Wednesday.” You sigh. “And since then, everything has been great!”

Hyunjin can feel the rage burning inside of him. “Well, it's only been two days, I wouldn't get your hopes up that things are changing, if I were you.” He says.

You raise your eyebrow at him.

“I just mean, narcissists, emotional abusers, who eventually turn into physical ones, don't change at a snap of a finger. This is a classic manipulation tactic, and he will turn in a split second. I just need you to be prepared.” Hyunjin explains.

“Oh.” You smile. He could tell his words had upset you, and while he didn't want to see you sad, you needed to know that Jackson wasn't going to change, and he'd be irrationally angry at her again, for something she did or didn't do.

“Do you two have plans for the weekend?” Hyunjin asks.

“Jackson wants to go out tomorrow.” You tell him.

Mhm, let me guess, to the club.

“He wants to go to the club with his friends.”

“Are you going to be joining him? It might be good for the two of you to get out together.” Hyunjin suggests.

“I asked if I could. But he said it was a boys' night.”

“Why not have a girls night?” He asks.

I'd love to run into you at the club. Take you home with me, where you'd be safe from him.

“You know what…” You pause, smiling. “That's a good idea. I wanna go to the club and get drunk too.”

“There you go. That's a plan.” Hyunjin laughs.

“Thank you, Dr. Hwang.” You smile. “I'm gonna go plan it now!”

“I told you, Y/N, call me Hyunjin. I hope you have a great time. I'll see you on Monday, at 6pm.” He laughs. The smile you had on your face was etched into his head. Fuck, he couldn't wait to see you on Saturday, even if you didn't know he was there.

**

Saturday night, Hyunjin makes his way to the club, later than anticipated but he was on the way to you regardless. He gets inside the building, the smell of sweat and alcohol surrounded him as he weaves through all the people grinding and drinking who were scattered around. His eyes are scanning the entire place, looking for one person in particular.

And when he finally spots that person, his heart flutters.

You look radiant, wearing your tight black dress, your hair and make up done. You were laughing as you danced with a friend, your own eyes scanning the bar, biting your lip as you looked for someone. Hyunjin sits in a booth, far enough away that you won't see him, but close enough that he can see you. He watches you take shot after shot, enjoying your night out. He enjoyed the fact that Jackson wasn't hovering around you, but it also pissed him off. You were currently in such a vulnerable state, anyone could take you away from him. In a split second things can change, and Hyunjin desperately wants to be that change. He wants to take you away from all the bad things in the world, especially Jackson.

He slowly sips his drink as he watches you stumbling around the dance floor. Jackson walks up to you, looking less than impressed by you. Hyunjin can see Jackson yelling at you as you sway, trying to pay attention but struggling. You look so unaffected by Jackson’s words, it was almost like you had just blocked him out instead of listening to him. He tells you to fuck off, before storming off, leaving you there alone.

Now. This was Hyunjin's chance. He finishes his drink, casually walking up to you, ignoring the many attempts of other women trying to get his attention. He was happily taken by you and would never stray.

“Y/N?” He whispers into your ear from behind you.

You spin around, trying to focus your eyes.

“Hyunjin?” You ask, squinting, moving your face closer to his.

“Hi.” He laughs. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fuuucking grand.” You slur, tripping over nothing.

“Woah, there.” Hyunjin laughs, grabbing onto you.

Your skin is so soft. So beautiful.

“Should I take you home?” He asks.

“N-no… my friend… is right there.” You hiccup, pointing behind Hyunjin. He glances behind him, seeing an angry looking girl coming towards them.

You turn around, waving to your friend. “Hey!” When you turn around again, Hyunjin is gone. “He…was just…here?” You mumble, completely forgetting you had seen him, moving on with your night.

**

“So, Y/N.” Hyunjin starts, just after you sit down on the couch across from him. “How was your girls' night?” He asks.

“It was a lot of fun! We ended up mixing our girls night with the guys night. It was a great time.” You smile.

“So no issues between you and Jackson, then?” He asks. He was confused. He saw Jackson yelling at you. There was no way the two of you were fine.

“I mean, there was a small one…” You trail off. “He got mad at me for drinking too much. In his words, I was blacked out.” You sigh. “I don't think I did. I remember everything.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “Speaking of remembering, were you there?” You whisper.

“Where?” Hyunjin asks, acting surprised. “At the club?”

You nod your head, biting your lip.

You're making me want to take you right on this couch. Stop teasing me, Y/N.

“No, No.” He laughs. “The club isn't so much my scene.”

“I swear I thought you were.” You laugh. “Maybe I was drunk.” You whisper.

“So are things tense between you and Jackson?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Oh no. We actually worked It out quite maturely.” You grin. “No yelling, no name calling. It was different. But it was so nice.”

“Well, that's great.” Hyunjin mumbles. He was annoyed now. He needed to keep planting the seed of you leaving him into your head, how the fuck is he supposed to do that if the two of you are getting along?

Hyunjin glances at his phone, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything okay?” You ask him.

“Uh, yeah. Just another patient. Do you mind if we end the session a few minutes early? I'm very sorry. She's very troubled.” Hyunjin explains.

“No problem! I'll see you on Wednesday.” You smile.

Yes, yes you will.

He watches you leave the room, closing the door behind you. He swipes the call on his phone, answering it. “What?” He snaps. “I told you never to bother me, Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings.” He spits.

“I know babe, I'm sorry.” His girlfriend whispers. “I just wanted to ask if you were going to be home for dinner.” She murmurs.

“Yeah, I'll be there soon. Just have to make a call. Sorry.” He sighs, hanging up the phone. He liked his girlfriend, sort of. She was someone who reminded him of you. That's the only reason he was with her. She was the closest version of you he could find, until he can have the real thing.

You.

Hyunjin opens his notebook that he uses for sessions that happened to be only filled with information about you. He flips to the page he needs, pulling out his phone to dial a number.

“Hello?” A voice on the other end answers.

“Hey… um is Y/N there?” Hyunjin asks.

“What?” The voice asks. “Who is this?”

“My name is, um, Paul. I met Y/N at the club on Saturday. I must have misdialed the number. My apologies.” Hyunjin says, a giant smile plastered on his face.

“Are you talking about L/N Y/N?” The person asks.

“Yeah? Who is this?” Hyunjin asks, matching the same concerned tone of voice.

“I'm her fucking boyfriend. Or I was.” He snaps, hanging up the phone.

Hyunjin slides the phone into his pocket before he gathers his belongings, heading home to someone like you.

One day it will be you.

On his way home that night, Hyunjin took a small detour to your house. He just wanted to see if his plan to bring you and Jackson further apart was working. He crept around the front of the house, going to one of his two usual windows. He peers in the living room and kitchen window, seeing Jackson screaming at you as you cry, trying to calm him down. He wouldn't even let you touch him. Hyunjin would never do that to you. He would never make you cry like that.

When Wednesday finally rolled around, Hyunjin was like a child waiting for Christmas. He was anxiously waiting for you to come into his office and tell him about the last few days. He had a very good feeling he knew what you were gonna say, but he needed to hear the words come out of your mouth. His eyes were glued to the doorknob, waiting for it to turn. And when it does, he puts on his professional face, waiting for you to come in. And when you do, you look distraught. Your face was red and puffy from crying, your lips were quivering as you shuffled towards the couch. Sitting down without saying a word.

“What's wrong, Y/N?” He asks.

Come on, Y/N, say it.

“It's just… I… um… oh god.” You sniffle.

Come on, baby.

“Take your time. Take a breath.” Hyunjin urges.

“I think… I'm going to break up with Jackson.” You whisper.

That's a good girl.

“Oh?” He says, acting surprised. “I thought things were okay with you both?”

“They were. But then he started accusing me of cheating on him!” You yell. “He said he got a call from some guy named Paul! I've never even met any Paul's in my life!”

“I'm so sorry, Y/N.” Hyunjin sighs. “You know, often when a partner accuses his or her spouse of cheating, they're projecting onto them what they're actually doing.”

“You think Jackson is cheating on me?” You cry.

“I'm sorry to say, it sounds like it.” Hyunjin tells you.

“Yeah I think I'm done. He's been so mean to me the last few days. I'm just heartbroken.

I'm not.

“I think that's your best decision, Y/N. You need to free yourself from the toxicity. Leave yourself open to what the universe has to offer you.” He says.

“I think the universe is telling me that I deserve no one.” You sniffle.

“Nothing, and no one is off limits to you, Y/N. You deserve the world and out there is a man who is waiting and willing to give it all to you.”

It's me. I'm that man.

“Maybe you're right. So you think I should leave him?” You ask, needing the extra push.

You should have left him the second you met me.

“Yes, I really do.” Hyunjin says.

“Okay.” You breathe. “I'm gonna do it today.”

God, I knew you were such a good fucking girl. That's my girl.

“I'll see you on Friday, okay?” He smiles. He hated that your sessions were only an hour. Most of the time he barely heard a word that came from your mouth, he was too busy admiring you and how absolutely perfect you were. You drove him crazy and you didn't even know it. He wanted to hug you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to make you feel better but you weren't his yet. He was so close to having you, and he could stop imagining all the things he wanted to know.

**

This was it. This was the moment he had been working towards for a year. The moment you were going to come in and tell him you ended things with Jackson, and then the second part of his plan would be able to begin.

You walked into his office looking like a ray of sunshine, as beautiful as ever.

“Good afternoon, Y/N.” Hyunjin grins. Nothing could ruin his mood.

“Good afternoon!” You say, happily.

“So.” He begins. “How did the break up go?”

“Well… Um… it didn't exactly happen.” You murmur.

Rage. Pure fucking rage.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his teeth gritted together.

“I told Jackson I wanted to break up. But he begged and pleaded for me to work things out with him. He promised he would get help. He actually suggested we move.” You smile. “So this weekend we're going to pack up the house and move about 12 hours away.”

The hell you fucking are.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” Hyunjin says.

“I just came today to thank you for everything over this past year. You've truly been a lifesaver.” You admit.

I'm about to be a life taker now.

“Well, I wish you all the best, Y/N.” Hyunjin says. You smile at him, getting up from the couch and leaving. If you thought this was the last you were seeing of him today, you were sorely mistaken. You didn't want to listen to him, now he had to take matters into his own hands. He took what he needed, leaving the rest. He no longer needed this room. He went straight to his apartment, his entire body fueling with nothing but pure fucking rage.

“Hi baby, you're home early.” His girlfriend smiles.

Fuck you. I don't need you anymore.

He walked up to her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, guiding the two of them to the bedroom. He pushed her down on the bed, climbing up to hover over her giggling frame. He straddles her, gently caressing her face.

“I'm so sorry.” He whispers.

“For what?” She asks.

“I don't need you anymore.” He smiles. He takes both his hands, wrapping them around her neck, using all his strength to apply pressure. She trashes beneath him, clawing at him to let go of her throat and let her breath. But he can't do that. Not until he's done. He watches her eyes, relishing in the view of life slowly leaving her body as she slowly stops fighting him until she lays there, lifeless.

Hyunjin lets out a deep breath, admiring his handiwork for just a second. He had one other person to go see now, and he hoped to god that you would be there to witness it.

Hyunjin stood outside your house. Some of the lights were off, and the house was relatively quiet. He knew you never locked your back door, it was a bad habit you had. He'd have to retrain you. As quietly as he could, he opened the door, leaving it open. He crept through the back house, making his way to the kitchen, where he saw Jackson packing things up. You must be packing somewhere else or gone to bed early. Hyunjin grips the knife in his hand, peering around the corner. He needed to wait for Jackson to be facing away from where he stood. The element of surprise gave him an even bigger adrenaline rush than if he was to just attack. So he waited. He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Until it was late, and he hadn't seen you in a while. He assumed you had gone to bed, leaving Jackson alone to finish packing up the kitchen. Hyunjin slowly emerged from the shadows, tiptoeing towards the man who faced away from him. As he gets closer, he rushes towards Jackson, knife first, plunging it deep into his back.

Jackson lets out a loud yelp, as Hyunjin pushes it into him deeper. “Fuck!” Jackson screams. Hyunjin pushes him down to the floor, stabbing him over and over again, his blood splattering from his body. Jackson didn't even try and fight him back, it was almost as though he just accepted his fate and imminent death. He couldn't stop, he had so much pent up rage for Jackson, he continued stabbing Jackson’s already lifeless body, until he felt like he could be done. He stands up, breathing heavily, pushing his hair back with his hand covered in blood.

Now there was nothing that could get in his way of being with you. He walks towards the bedroom, knife in hand. You were sleeping so peacefully, completely unaware of what Hyunjin had just done to your boyfriend.

He moves the chair in your room closer to your side of the bed. He sits down, slouching in the chair twiddling the knife between his fingers as he watches you sleep. You must be having a bad dream. He watches as you toss and turn in the bed, murmuring random words, your face full of panic. He just wants to ease your troubles and your worries.

It took you a while, but you shoot up in bed, gasping for air, clutching your chest as it heaves while you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Jac…” You begin, clearing your throat. “Jackson.” You call out. Even in the dark Hyunjin can see the tears spilling from your eyes.

“Jackson!” You call out again, after receiving no answer.

“He's not available at the moment.” Hyunjin murmurs. Your eyes go wide as you turn your head, seeing Hyunjin sitting in your room.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

“I came here and did what you weren't strong enough to do.” Hyunjin says. “I took care of your problem. I did what you couldn't do.”

“What do you mean?” You gasp. “What problem?”

“Jackson!” Hyunjin snaps. “You were doing so well following my directions, and then you decided to stay with him. Why would you do that?”

“What?” You ask. You were having a hard time trying to wrap your brain around what he was saying.

“If you had broken up with him, none of this would have ever happened.” Hyunjin says. “You wouldn't have made me do what I did.”

“What did you do to him?” You ask him.

“It doesn't matter. What matters is that you and I can finally be together.” Hyunjin smiles, standing up from the chair. He walks up to you, sitting on the bed beside you. “Nothing can come in between us now.” He whispers, gently caressing your face. He leans in, closing his eyes, so close to pressing his lips to yours.

But you pull away from him, you look disgusted. “Please just go, Hyunjin. Please.” You cry.

“I can't! It's you and me against the world, now.” He whispers.

“I don't want to hurt you. But if you fight me, I just might have too.” Hyunjin whispers, wiping away your tears. “Do you understand?” He asks, placing the knife between the two of you. “I love you.”

You glance down, nodding your head.

“Say it back!” He snaps. “Say you love me. Is it that hard? I just need you to say you love me.”

You look down at the knife covered in blood, panic setting in. “I… I love you.” You whisper. It was like music to his ears. He had yearned to hear you finally say that to him. He strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“That's a good girl.”

[kachowden]

I suggest maybe a clingy hybrid yandere? Idk a cat or dog /guy

Warm breath fanned over the side of your face, your eyes burning from the heat as you squeezed them shut further in irritation.

A sniffing sound blew loudly into your ear, quick short breathes following after before you felt a soft bite near your jaw.

“Jackal I swear to god!”

Your eyes shot open.

The sight of a large black bunny hybrid perched in your lap was by far an unwelcome one. His big doe eyes stared at you with mischief that wasn’t befitting his “innocent” bunny features.

He was a prick, put very simply.

“Do you need something?”

Your tone was biting, and you practically begged the universe to let it have the affect on Jackal you wanted, but the universe always seemed to have it out for you, so you watched in mild disgust as he shivered in delight at your tone, a teasing smirk dancing on his disgusting (pretty) pouty lips.

“It’s like…2pm. Don’t you think you should get up now and pay special attention to your favorite roommate?”

Your blank, irritated stare was more than enough response as you glanced at your alarm clock. “…..it’s 9am.”

“So?”

Oh you were gonna knock this bitch out.

“Jackal I’ll give you 5 seconds to get out of my room before I murder your ass.”

You nearly gagged at the sight of his tail wagging in ferocious excitement as he bit his lip between his bunny like teeth. He practically purred in delight, stretching himself out across you body, burying his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder, nibbling softly at the skin as his back arched.

“Mm…” he bummed softly, “you know I wish you would roomie <3”

God you hated him so much. Most people would probably kill for the attention you received from the tall bunny hybrid, but after dealing with him for well over a year, his antics had quickly become obnoxious to you.

“……5.”

“….”

“…4.”

“Alright alright I’m up! Jeez….don’t need to be so rude about it…” rolling your eyes was second nature, as you watched him saunter over the door, choosing to ignore the obvious way he swayed his muscular hips.

“Oh and by the way..” he paused at the entrance, peering back at you with dark eyes. “Your breakfasts on the counter when you’re ready.” And with that he slipped down the hall, a soft hum and bounce in his step as he went.

“……”

You supposed he wasn’t all bad.

At least till you turned on the news and saw an ex-client strung up on a lamp post.

“Jackal…”

“What! He had it comin!”

[sweetheartmotives]

`; 三 Clumsy Yandere;`三

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, sexual themes, kidnapping, crying (from clumsy yan), begging (from clumsy yan), clumsiness/falling, angst. BIG angst!

Let me know if I missed any!

The weather was warm and the time was 2pm. You were out with some friends/family at a pizza shop and a family member/friend decided that you should come! You were on your way back to your and your family/friends' private room, until you saw someone fall, and to make it worse, they had a drink and it spilled everywhere. You decided to help them out! You walked over and he was already scrambling to grab some napkins and clean it up, you came over and helped him. He cried and thanked you. After that day, you earned yourself a stalker.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… you met in a very pathetic way. Soda all over the floor and you both on your hands and knees cleaning it up.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is actually a loser. He doesn't go out unless he's forced to. This was one of his many embarrassing moments. But unlike the others, this one had a good outcome!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… waited for you to leave. It was dark outside, so following you wasn't gonna be hard.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was horribly nervous when he followed you. If you turned around, he'd probably cry!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… follows you home and gets your address. Then he runs away..?

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gets your number, socials, etc. He spends the whole night searching for you on the Internet.

He got ur number thru ur address.. don't ask how

•• Clumsy Yandere who… jerked it to your pics. If you don't have any on social media, he probably took one 78 while stalking you.

Onto the genre stuff! :]

•• Clumsy Yandere who… drools over you. He can't get enough of you, so don't mind the drool dripping down his chin!

Casually drooling over you

•• Clumsy Yandere who… cries when you are loud. When they first took you down to their basement, you cried/yelled. They began to panic and cry.

PLEASE STOP He sobs

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is hopeless. They cry and beg for your forgiveness.. What can you ask? Anything!

M'sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive meeeee!! He whined and cried.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… created a playlist for you. They like romantic gestures! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you like. Wanna crochet or play video games? They're down!

Oh? Uh.. yea we can!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was shy about sex at first.. but then humped your leg and cried about how much they loved you.

Mmm..~ ahhh~ I love you.. love u so much..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… likes to paint! They've painted portraits of you and gifted them to you.

Ah.. my love.. look what I made for you..! He hands a nude painting of you to you.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you want. And he doesn't whine or cry! Pretty great, right?? :3

Of course my love..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a crybaby. He's also a really nervous/anxious person!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… has a resting sad face and always looks like he's gonna start crying :(

•• Clumsy Yandere who… owns 3 cats! Tax Fraud, eepy, and coco ♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a loser. A very pathetic loser. No further explanation.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… always trips over his own feet. At any time in the day, he trips. Does he cry every time? Nope, but he's always close to tears and he'll be horribly embarrassed.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gives kisses anytime of the day. Sure he's super shy, but that doesn't stop him from giving kisses! :)

Mwah mwah mwah (〃ω〃)

•• Clumsy Yandere who… lets Stockholm syndrome do its thing. Until then, he'll shower you with praise and love!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… knew it was wrong to kidnap you, but.. is it bad to be a little selfish?..

I'm sorry my love.. I just really wanted to be with you..!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… if you're really suffering while being with him and Stockholm syndrome doesn't work.. he'll let you go. He can't stand seeing you upset.

Goodbye.. my love.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… in the end, will always love you, even if you leave him.

My love.. I'll love you no matter what.. even if you hate me. My love will never stop..

This is a bit of a long wait! But I hope you enjoyed it as I enjoyed writing it! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

[saiscribbles]

This week on the art stream I'm reacting to old Yandev videos that really show Yandere Simulator was doomed from the start. Join me in roughly half an hour at 2pm EST!

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2k┆warnings: cursing, description of a dead body, HEAVY blood/gore depictions, implied torture, manipulation, murder

FRIGID ━ boyfriend ! shoto todoroki x fem ! reader

⤷ 𝕿𝕳𝕰

bloodied teenager cut his pretty, Heterochromic eyes at the red mess he had made below himself. He lifted his hand, wiping the blood off his bottom lip with his thumb.

His hands were clad in black gloves.

To not leave fingerprint evidence, maybe?

His chest rose and fell rapidly. Deep, heavy breaths escaping his lungs, the only thing keeping his tired figure going is pure adrenaline.

And the thought of his beautiful girlfriend.

Even so, the boy still felt burning hatred for the pathetic being by his feet.

With a sigh, he pulled back his hood and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His short, half white and half red hair being revealed.

He ran a hand through it, getting the two-toned locks out of his face only for them to fall back in place.

The half-and-half boy thought it was all over until the body below him began to squirm and writhe in agony.

His gaze quickly jolted to their direction, clenching his teeth in frustration.

"P- please! Spare me!!..." The person lying at the teen's feet called. The teen only stared dead at them, his eyes void with all human feelings and emotion.

He wasn't thinking straight, all he could think of was how much this person made his girlfriend happy. How they made her smile.

How they managed to comfort her when she was sad or angry.

How he wished he was the only one allowed to do that.

The more those thoughts rushed back and forth in his head, the more he lost control.

It was sending him straight over the edge.

He subconsciously clenched his left fist, smoke emanating from it.

He could care less about their pathetic pleads for mercy. About their cries as he makes their blood paint the ground red.

"...please... j- just let me go!" They shouted, choking and gargling on their own blood in their mouth. Tears streamed down their bruised face, along with blood rolling down their nose.

The boy rolled his eyes at his pleading victim. He could've sworn he had already tortured and beaten them enough for them to be bleeding out on the ground, dead — or dying, at the least.

They should've died of blood loss minutes ago, he thought with his stoic expression still present.

His face was unfazed and uninterested in their desperate weeping and begging for mercy.

Their face was bruised and broken, as if they were beaten up over and over again.

Not saying that's not what has been happening for the past few hours.

Their body was weak and it even hurt for them to breathe, but the boy could care less.

Sighing his eyes, the teenage boy finally spoke, "Shut up."

He lifted his right foot and kicked the person's stomach. They jerked in pain and coughed up more blood, knowing that they couldn't fight back against him.

The boy had the power to kill them right then and there. He could have even killed them from the start.

But he didn't.

He's going as slow as possible on purpose.

He wanted them to suffer.

To suffer for all the moments they've spent with Y/n.

To suffer for all the moments they made Shoto resent them even more.

"You've lost too much blood and you're probably in indescribable pain," The boy reached down beside their body, grabbing a large golf club he had set down not too long ago.

"You're not going to live much longer."

The boy activated his quirk on his left side, slowly heating up the metal golf club, making it flush a soft shade of red.

He lifted it up above his head with a death grip, his eyes locked on the person below him.

"So I might as well put an end to your suffering already."

• • •

You placed your phone back down onto your bed after it went back to voicemail.

What the hell, Shoto!?

It has been two, no, almost three hours since you last heard from your boyfriend Shoto Todoroki.

He had promised to arrive at your home by 2pm but now it's almost five.

"What the fuck could he possibly be doing!?" You sat down on your bed while scrolling through your contacts list until you found his.

"And why couldn't he just text me sooner to let me know that he'd be late!?"

You angrily read at the texts you spammed him only a few minutes ago. He had left you on delivered for hours which isn't very common for him.

Calm down, clam down... You took a deep breath, he probably just misplaced his phone!

Your attempts at calming yourself down worked for a little, before you started thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

But there have been many disappearances lately... you placed your phone in your jacket pocket, and everyone that's been going missing has had some sort of relation to me...

You felt your heart pounding against your chest, But that doesn't mean Shoto was kidnapped!

You slowly stood up and walked towards your bedroom door.

He would never let himself get kidnapped...

...Right?

You swung your bedroom door open and ran to your front door. You called out to your parents that you were leaving, but you left before they could even uttered a response.

I have to get to Shoto's house as fast as I can!

• • •

Shoto grunts as he swings the red, hot, golf club down onto their already bloodied  and broken body. More blood splatters on his face and black hoodie as he repeats this heinous action in cold blood a few more times.

Finally, he lifts the club and rests it on his shoulder.

"Shit..." He muttered quietly to himself, "...I must've lost track of time."

He kept his cold expression as he licked the splattered blood off his lips.

The persons face, or what was left of said person, was mangled and beaten far beyond recognition. It was just a disgusting , gory, mess.

He dropped the heated golf club onto the ground, causing it to clang loudly against the cement floor of the basement. The large club fell right beside the mutilated corpse beside his feet.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Shoto used his ice power to regulate the temperature of his body.

After doing so, he kneeled down beside the body and grabbed their wrist. He was checking for a pulse or any other signs of life.

nothing.

Finding out that they were gone, a very soft smile, crazy, appears on the boys face.

He dropped their broken wrist and stood up, his slight smile growing wider.

Once standing upright, the heterochromic eyed boy coldly stared down at the crimson mess he had made beneath his shoes.

His eyes were dark, full of resentment and zero remorse for the heinous act he had just committed.

More blood than one could ever imagine coming from another human oozed around the corpse. Shoto slowly took a few steps back to avoid staining his shoes further.

Shoto's smile softly faded as he wiped the blood off his face, only smearing it further. He slowly took his gloves off and threw them on top of the bludgeoned dead body.

He walked over to a stack of boxes and grabbed his phone, examining each and every text and call notification he received from you.

Y/n is still waiting for me at her house... he thought as he read the texts you sent.

"She's probably worried sick..." he mutters to himself, "...This took way longer than anticipated."

The heterochromic eyed male turned around and placed his phone is his pocket, preparing to leave the basement.

He glanced up at the stairs, and what he saw made him freeze in surprise.

"Sh- Shoto..." said a trembling and crying female voice. He took a step back, almost tumbling on his own two feet.

"Y/n..."

You were about to run up to your boyfriend and hug him, but what you had saw shook you to your core.

Blood.

It was everywhere.

Crimson blood was all on the floors and your boyfriend's pretty face.

And on the dead body lying only a few feet away from him.

You placed your hands on your mouth, the strong, disgusting, stench of blood made you feel dizzy.

Shoto put on his normal, neutral expression but you could tell there was an emotion he was masking behind it.

What was that masked emotion, exactly?

You didn't know.

But what you did know was that your seemingly loving boyfriend has turned into a cold-blooded monster.

You ran to the bottom of the stairs, keeping a distance between you and your bloodied boyfriend.

Tears streaked down your (s/c) face, you couldn't ever believe that he would do such things as this.

You choked back sobs as he reached his hand out to you.

"Y/n..." He begged, "Y/n, listen to me..."

Shoto started to slowly take a few steps towards you. Before he got any closer you backed away out of pure fear.

Your hands fell limp at your sides. "Wh- Why the hell should I listen to you!?" You shouted at him with clenched fists.

He relaxed his expression once more and shoved his hands back in his pockets.

He tilts his head and asks, "What are you—"

You stomped your foot to the ground, "-You know exactly what I'm talking about, dammit!!"

You paused, biting your lip as tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks.

"You went on hiatus for three goddamn hours and when I finally find you... yo- you're..." you trailed off.

"Just let me explain..." He took a step closer and you took a step back once more. You both repeated this until your back hit the wall behind yourself.

You mentally cursed yourself for not retreating up the stairs and calling for help

He reached his hand out to caress your face, you flinched at the feeling of his red-stained hand against your soft skin. He stared deep into your (e/c) eyes, his filled with pure love and adoration for you.

The way he touched and looked at you made you feel sick to your stomach. How could someone brutally murdered another human being and still manage to act as if nothing happened.

How psychotic could a person be to do that!?

"I wouldn't kill somebody without a proper reason, Y/n." He said quietly, almost a whisper.

You brought up your trembling hand and took his off your face. The more he touched you the more disgusted you felt.

"Then... then why?" You muttered, "Then why did you do it...?"

Shoto Todoroki takes note of your expression and body language.

You were deathly afraid of the boy— no, the monster standing in front of you.

He didn't want to make it worse by telling the truth. That he killed an innocent person out of pure jealousy and love for her.

That would make him sound crazy.

So he lied.

He lied to you about everything.

He sighs quietly, "The many unexplained disappearances... the one who mangles their face beyond recognition... was them."

He silently gestures to the mutilated corpse behind him.

You look beyond Shoto's shoulder, your petrified eyes rested on the brutal murder scene. You tried your hardest to resist the urge to throw up right there.

You fixed your gaze in his mismatched irises. "B- but you still murdered them without proof of them being behind this!"

He reassuringly placed a hand on your shoulder, "I do have proof, Y/n."

He glanced behind himself, "They even tried kidnapping me, Y/n."

His eyes locked with yours, "You have to believe me."

You looked him in the eyes, they were sincere and full of love. And there was no visible sign of him being dishonest.

I should trust him.

Shoto would never lie to me...

...Right?

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[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Wrapped Around You

you are here - ch. ii - ch. iii

A/N: This is a commission for @mariahmaru . I have had so much fun making this. I love yandere tropes. It fills my love of horror. I want to start posting all of the parts to my fanfics... I think... Maybe it would be a good idea? This is a test... If the community thinks it's silly... I won't do it. Please enjoy.

tags: Yan!Azul Ashengrotto x  Mai Bouquet, stalking, aged up au (they are both 25+) wc: 1.3k+

Mai laid in bed, chewing on her bottom lip with her cider colored brows knit tightly. In her hands was an eviction notice from her complex. She needed to leave her shoebox sized apartment in the next five days. It was just posted on the door when she returned from the administration office of her college. She had found out that her classes had been dropped through an email early that morning. Even though she was just on campus yesterday afternoon. It was short and straightforward. Telling Mai that due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ she would not be allowed to graduate this year and would have to re-enroll next fall. Even though she had attended each class on time and rarely missed due dates for homework. All of her projects were always graded above a B. Even as Mai pleaded and cried, the secretary claimed she could not give Mai a reason as to why she was being dropped. 

She only shooed the young woman out with manicured fingers as she took another call. Mai now laid on her back, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed as her head swam with what she could possibly do. Ask for more time on her eviction? She couldn’t recall any delinquent payments on her rent. She couldn’t imagine why she was suddenly being thrown out on such short notice. It was Saturday, so she couldn’t speak to the landlord until Monday. Her stomach twisted in discomfort as tears of frustration started to prick the corners of her eyes. It was as though the world had flipped upside down overnight. It was only noon, and she had to get ready for work before 2pm. Honestly, she wanted to call off. Curl up in bed and cry on the phone to her friends about what was going on. It was just so sudden. Mai neatly folded the notice in half and tossed it beside her. Her espresso colored eyes stared at the slowly spinning ceiling fan above. “What am I supposed to do?” She whispered under an exhausted breath. “Maybe a bath might help?” She mumbled to herself before slowly sitting up. Mai had run out of her apartment in a hurry, she didn’t do anything except throw on something decent and grab her purse. The bath sounded great actually. “I shouldn’t call off but I can’t exactly keep going to work if I end up homeless.” She sighed as she began to peel off her clothes. The soft and cozy fabrics hit the linoleum as she made her way to the bathroom with her phone in hand wearing soft pink colored underwear. Mai just needed to relax and think of the next step. Spiraling solves nothing. 

She left her phone on the edge of the sink before kneeling beside the tub on a shaggy, crystal  blue bath mat. Mai twisted the clear plastic knob jutting out from the wall and plugged the drain so the tub could fill. Mocha colored eyes lingered among the many soaps and shampoos cluttering the white acrylic edge. Maybe the bubbles could cheer her up as she soaked. There was now a milk colored bottle in her hands. It smelled faintly of mint leaves and lavender. Something to help ease the nerves as she drizzled the cream colored soap along the warm water. Watching it foam and froth as Mai got to her feet. Next she grabbed a fluffy pink towel, folding it to leave on the edge of her sink with her phone now on top. 

The bath filled as Mai looked at herself in the mirror. She leaned in close to the reflective surface with a frown. Messy hair with ever growing split ends, darkening eye bags, the sensitive skin on her face was starting to flake. It was awful. If Vil were here he would be scolding her for her clear lack of self care. As she gently pulled at the skin with the tips of her fingers, her phone began to ring. Buzzing softly against the pink towel with the screen telling her it was The Orange Bird Café. Mai’s brows creased from confusion. Her shift didn’t start until 2:30. Maybe they needed her to come in a little earlier? She hesitated before answering. Suddenly feeling bashful about her lack of clothes even if this wasn’t a video call. “Hello?” She raised the phone to her ear as she kneeled beside the tub again to stop the water. “You can’t come to work.” The voice on the other end was hurried, almost anxious in tone masked under the attempt to sound stern. “Um… What?” Mai felt her eyes widen in shock. Her stomach started to sink inside of her. It was her manager. Someone kind that she got along with quite well. “You’re… You can’t work here anymore…” The manager sounded like they were having a hard time breaking the sudden news. Like it was being forced.

Something feels wrong.  

“Can you tell me-”

“No. Just… Don’t come back.” The call abruptly ended and Mai’s phone nearly slipped from her fingers and into the steaming water. She placed it beside her instead with a shaking hand. “Don’t come back?” She repeated softly as the sinking feeling intensified. Mai just got fired. She was dropped from school. And she’s going to get evicted in the next few days. Her posture slumped as the tears that once pricked at her eyes began to roll down her cheeks in quick succession. A silent cascade as she stared at the foamy bubbles she assumed would bring her comfort. But now? She felt like they were filling her throat. Mai sniffled and sobbed in the tiny bathroom, resting on her knees as the tears pelted against her thighs and the shagged bathmat. People always say it can’t possibly get worse. Mai wanted to disagree. At least in the moment. 

Her phone buzzed against the flesh of her calf. Mai yelped in surprise, her breath nearly choking her as she stared down at the screen. Her hands now curled into her chest. It was a text. 

Mai didn’t want to see who it was from just yet. But thankfully it snapped her out of her distressed state. She couldn’t just sit and cry on the floor forever. Finally undressed to nothing but bare skin, she sank into the bathwater. The warmth eased her nerves as she sniffled quietly, reaching over the edge to grab her phone from the floor to check the incoming text. 

[Azul]: It’s been a few days. I wanted to check in. I know how busy you can be. 

She blinked away a few more tears and sadly opened her phone, texting back quickly and apologizing for the lack of communication. Mai liked Azul. She liked him a lot. But it was something she had already accepted to be a fantasy. He was a friend and nothing more. But in this moment of perfect timing, the swelling in her chest only intensified. It made the sinking in her stomach lighten instantly. 

[Mai]: today is just terrible. i dont know what kind of bad luck this is but it sucks. you wont believe it.

[Mai]: i got kicked out of school today!!!! for ‘unforseen circumstance’ whatever the hell thats supposed to mean!!!!!! and im getting evicted!??!??! i ALWAYS pay my rent on time and i saw the note on my apartment door when i came back and i cant even see my landlird until mondy and then i jst go t fi rd

Mai had started to cry again as she texted today’s events to Azul. She didn’t intend to vent. Usually she saved this stuff for when she had lunch with Vil and Rook. Her text had become incoherent at the end as she blinked away more and more tears. Sniffling away a string of mucus as she stared at Azuls response.

[Azul]: Do you need somewhere to stay?

[wendigonamecaller]

Masterlist..

Hazbin Hotel discord [ READ THE RULES.] (Non-official)

Requests are open <3

Fandoms:

Hazbin Hotel

-Alastor

Piercing Provocation (18+!!)

Lady in white description.

ONE MORE HIT.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

-Husk

-Angel Dust (platonic)

-Lucifer Morningstar

-Charlie Morningstar (platonic)

-Vaggie (platonic)

-Vox

-Velvette

-Carmilla Carmine

-Zestial

-Rosie

(Disclaimer: I will NOT be writing for Valentino x reader/oc, or Katie Killjoy or Tom Trench. I also do not write for Canon x Canon ships, and that goes for all fandoms.)

Supernatural.

-Sam Winchester

-Dean Winchester

-Castiel

-Lucifer

-Crowley

-Rowena

Undertale (Ut, Uf, Us, Mt, Mf, Dt, Ff.)

-Sans (I do not write romantic scenarios for US sans.)

-Papyrus (I do not write romantic scenarios for UT Pap.)

-Toriel (parental)

-Asgard (parental)

-Frisk (platonic)

-Chara (platonic)

-Flowey (platonic)

-Grillby

-Gaster

-Metaton (platonic)

Transformers (Bayverse, Knightverse.)

-Opimus Prime

-Ratchet

-Ironhide

-Bumblebee

-Drift

-Crosshairs

What will I write?

Simple, I'll write almost anything. I focus mainly on darker fics because that's what I'm good at, which means smut and yandere themes are totally on the table. HOWEVER. I will NOT write scat, incest, or anything like that. I also do not write for furry readers, I tried once and I'm just not good at it. I do write BDSM themes, as well as sadomasochism and Dom/Sub dynamics. Keep in mind I am 19 and fixing to apply to uni, on top of looking for work, so please be patient.

Commissions?

Writing commissions are OPEN. If interested, dm me for more information, my online and available hours are [2pm - 1:30am EST] (Subject to change.)

Heir(ess) [Kai Anderson x oc] BEING REWRITTEN!!

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[angel-anachronism]

🌼 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 (for stories) 🌼

Right now, I'm not in the state of consuming other media, so I'll be writing only original ideas (or ideas inspired by random media). I promise it won't be like this forever, but for now I only accept OC x reader requests.

The fanfic length depends on the ask. If the ask requests me something very detailed or something vague, I'll either write something very short, or a whole story/short series.

I only write reader-inserts

No NSFW. As I mentioned before, I am still a teenager, which is classified as a minor, so if you want to send an NSFW request, please respectfully send your request to another blog that is okay with NSFW. (I’m also pretty squeamish when it comes to NSFW, so even once I turn into a legal adult, I will still not accept NSFW requests)

I can always delete an ask if I don’t like it (I’m not that picky with requests, so as long as it’s not anything related to NSFW, then I will write it)

I will mostly write yandere requests, since I'm really interested in the whole genre at the moment, as long as it's meant for horror purposes (Please don't romanticize that sort of behaviour. If you're in an abusive relationship in real life, please try to seek help from someone you trust)

Tell me the preferred gender for the (Y/N), but if you don’t, I’ll automatically use they/them pronouns

I’ll post around 2pm-9pm EEST time, since I’m kind of busy with school, but I’ll post as quickly as I can, since I do have time between those hours

[cerberuscaeli]

I have so many ideas of the things I want to write and my whole damn brain can turn it into a mental cinematic but when I have to write it down it's like the tape stopped working? Like, brain I love it that I can see it all as a cinematic and see how it is BUT I WANT TO WRITE IT DOWN, JUST GIVE ME THE SCRIPT TOO 😫

And this, this is why I have so many drafts and decided to call myself a "(day)dream" writer, bc everything gets written in my head but never on paper/word document 😒

Anyways, working on a slow progressing piece if idol!xiao and lowkey want to write a yandere fic thanks to 2PM and their song "My House", but we'll see if I can ever get it written down 😂

[theharrowing]

Bruh. I started reading Boy Blue at like, maybe 2pm today and have been binging it ever since. Like, obviously I’m going to reblog it and all when I’m through but I just had to take a moment to pause for the cause because HSHSBBAJSKKJSHHSYUSBBSBSJNSJSHSHBSB.

I am so creeped out in the best way. Like. This is good shit. I’m on Chapter 25/26 and I am on the edge of my damn seat. I’d seen the fic on my dash and it’s been in my to-read pile for so long and I’m so glad I finally started it. Just…creep-tastic ok byeee gonna binge the rest 😩😭🫣

HOWDY, PARTNER!!! 🤠

welcome to hell, amethyst!!! 💜 lmaooooo. i’m so honored and thrilled and low key scared that you have been reading my yandere fic! 😅😅😅 i’m glad you’re having fun!!!!

it takes a SHARP turn fairly soon so please hydrate and grab some snacks! 🥰😅💙 i look forward to knowing how you feel when it’s all over!!! please know that you are more than welcome to scream at me! i’m here for you!!

[darktimesdarkvibes]

Yandere!Taecyeon (2PM) Headcanons

July 11, 2021 | 1,561 words

Series masterlist

Assumes reader is an adult, but includes for if you have an age gap

Taec's is the darkest post in this series (but there's still far darker yandere posts out there, so just take the tws into account)

Gender-neutral reader I think

tw: age gap, toxic behavior, mention of non-con kiss, short depiction of non-con cuddling, intimidation, restraint, manhandling, gaslighting mention, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, yandere (which is basically thinking you are "in love" with someone but actually you should see a psychiatrist and that's really not a joke. This character trope can become very sick and violent and abusive at their worst, though I tend to go for the softer variety. They are often possessive, over-protective, delusional, etc.)

I don’t believe Taecyeon is actually like this nor do I condone the unhealthy behaviour in this post

Taecyeon is a pretty traditional yandere

Doesn't care a whole lot about an age gap. He likes who he likes at the end of the day

It will give him pause if you are around ten years apart but he gets over it quickly

Protective but also very possessive in certain situations

Gaslighter and manipulator as well

Feels like he's the only one who really "gets" you and vice-versa, and tells you so repeatedly

He’d like you see his strength as something he’ll use to protect you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you

But in a pinch he’ll use it to intimidate you if necessary

Overall he just wants you to remain aware that he’s just a much larger and stronger individual than average, especially as odds are you are not built like him

(Although on the off-chance you are, my reader, that’ll just make him try even harder with you to achieve a similar effect)

He likes that you remember his strength and size, because he hopes it will make you realize that you are safer with him than without him

It gives him a bit of a thrill that you know he's bigger than you

And even if he denies to himself that part of the reason he wants you to recognize it is it might intimidate you, and therefore make you “stay in line”, that is a potential benefit and he knows it

However whenever you acknowledge it he loves it

Especially if you mention how he could probably beat another guy in a fight or protect you, he gets feels warm in his chest and gets excited all at once

He knows he's hot and uses it from day one

Going off of that point and the points about safety and intimidation and all that from above, he’s going to make sure you see him shirtless. Like, live and in-person

He’s going to try to make it happen when you are alone together as well

This is both to amplify the effects mentioned above, and to push more intimacy into your relationship, even if you are not officially romantically involved yet

He won't limit it to one time either

He wants you to see him

Overall tries really hard to make you laugh though too

Acts very sweet/cute until he's not (more on that later)

A very touchy boyfriend, he always wants to be holding hands or standing/sitting as close to you as possible

Actually he automatically puts an arm around you, unless you demote him to hand-holding for some reason

Even if it seems like a situation where that would be inappropriate

He especially does this in public, so even though he’s confident he’s not immune to territoriality

Even if you do have an age gap, he doesn't have that "parental" vibe that Minjun and Nickhun sometimes have

It feels more like you two are on a similar level bc he's so goofy

But if he just so happens to have helpful experience then he will offer some guidance, so if you have an age gap it may happen occasionally

It just has a less parental vibe and more of the typical “senior-in-life” or “friend’s older brother” kind of vibe

Flirts quite physically even before dating, and comes off as kind of cocky

Quite forward and persistent, and likes to fluster you a bit if possible

Which is another reason why he'll make sure you see him shirtless

But he also wants you to happily reciprocate his attention

He also just touchy with you in general though, even before you are dating and when he’s not really flirting

Doesn’t stalk you so much, but when you are in the same room (which he makes sure happens as often as possible) he is always watching you, to the extent that you might well pick up on it

He will stalk you though if he has gone a long time without seeing you (it's got to be a couple times a week at the very very least)

He also will if he is having a rough day and you're firm that you can't hang out with him (otherwise he's been known to tag along while you are just running errands because he is so attached to you)

If he hasn't seen you for a while he gets sulky

Gets visibly angry and more impulsive if someone messes with you

If they intend to harm you or if they actually do harm you then they’re totally fucked

He’s going to kill them, but first he’ll scare them and make them suffer

But because he’s pissed he ends up killing them pretty quickly

He just can't stand the sight of them and he wants them gone

He won't go that far with just anyone, because he's pretty confident that he should be your first choice in a mate, but when he's pushed he'll do it

Like if someone just flirts with you a little then he’ll just step in and get rid of them, then he’ll forget about them

But if they make you actually uncomfortable or worse, then they’re dead

Overall his thinking regarding you can get kind of primal

Hence why I used the word "mate" before

It’s his own word choice

That’s really another core reason he wants you to see his strength

He wants to show off that he should be your first pick

He’s also more likely to kidnap you

Will use force to restrain you if necessary and possible, and again it’s not a bad deal for him if he can be physically very close to you while simultaneously reminding you that he’s stronger than you

It's not even so much overpowering you itself that he likes, because he wants you to be happy

He's just got a weird fixation

He's also a weird kidnapper though because he’ll be trying to keep the atmosphere really light and fun as if you aren’t being held captive

He’ll make jokes and suggest games to play

He also doesn’t feel super guilty about it because he probably feels justified

Perhaps you found out he killed one or more people for you, so he didn't see another option

Or you were going to leave him

Even if he's not very guilty, he’ll still be upset that you’re upset though, and will be wanting Stockholm Syndrome or something to kick in, both for his benefit and so you're happier

He’s a bit impatient and frustrated by the wait, but he doesn’t really take it out on you

Might force a kiss or two over the course of your early relationship, but no more than that

Especially if you clearly don't want it, he'll back off on that and may switch to forehead kisses

He may also force some cuddles. For example, some spooning as you’re tied to a bed

He’s totally calm and blissfully asleep with his arm around you, and all you can hear is his even breathing and perhaps some light snoring

Meanwhile you are in a fight-flight-freeze response, until you are finally so exhausted that you fall asleep

But then you wake up and he really hasn't done anything to you

He really did just want to cuddle

So it is pretty confusing for you, which will probably work in his favor

If you are off your guard and confused, then it’s easier for him to manipulate you

He may also put on a movie and cuddle with you while you are restrained, and act like nothing is amiss. He'll be all laughter and smiles and will act very innocent and soft with you in his arms

Which is again confusing

If you give him attitude or struggle, then he'll either try to soothe you or he'll be firm with you to restrain you

"Hey! Hey... It's okay, I won't hurt you..."

Or,

"Stop that. You know it won't get you anywhere."

He forces cuddles because first of all, he wants to. But also because he thinks it might help you get used to him and your new situation

Because there’s no way he’s just letting you out of it

When you express that you want to leave, he may well belittle you a bit by treating what you want as a joke

Because really in his point of view it's laughable that you would leave

"Come on, you know you're not allowed!" he says with a smile

But if you keep it up he'll get firmer

"You know that's not gonna happen."

So he’s a little bit delusional and unstable

First time together:

For your first time together he's gentle but he's firm

So somehow you simultaneously feel safe, but it goes without saying that he's the one in control

He's leading you where you need to go, and he may well even place your hands for you on his body

Or pin them down

He will never do anything you don't want, but he likes to take the lead and show some physical power and have his weight over you

Pretty much anything wild you wanna do in the future he's probably up for

Very open to suggestions

But he wants to remain in-control

That’s non-negotiable

Good dirty talk

“Yeah just like that baby”

“I make you feel good, right?”

Overall the man is fucked up but in a hot way

[seawitch62]

Obessesion mixed with hard work, he will get her back!

Yandere

Word count 507.

     Fragrant obsession.

▪︎▪︎Your fragrance is your message, your scented slogan.

– Maurice Roucel▪︎▪︎

           °°°°°°°

♡♡Your scent drives me crazy

I want you, all the other guys are typical, nothing special

I want you, I want it, with your scent♡  2PM Perfume.

            °°°°°°°°

    Absorbed with the task, his obsession drives and propels, the failures only aspire him to keep going forward, no time to sink into negativity, his experiments must continue, they must succeed. The Perfumer or others may call him the Perfume Chemist works diligently hour after hour, day after day, week after week.

 Tossing the ingredients together with nimble fingers, argumen, bergamot, magnolia  neroli, selection after selection, mixing till his sensitive nose is assaulted with lingering perfection.   Discarded, the faulty lay scattered across his laboratory floor. Their shame is his. Need pushes him to strive for the elusive scent, one he knows will complete his mission. He can not and will not fail.

■

Kim Minjun also known as Jun.K is nearing completion of his perfume analysis. Fusion of all the ingredients are melding with perfect precision.

Amalgamation is imminent now for the last and most important ingredient. 

Himself.

His essence.

Carefully he adds and stirs, inhaling the final result, wunderbar!

He did it! Pouring the fragrance into the pink glass bottle carefully, then placing it in the pink floral box, adding the printed address label he heads out.

■

He has watched her from afar moving on with her life since their breakup while he remained stagnant. He wants her back! He will do just about anything in his power to have her in his arms again.

Her smile sent shivers over his body, her touch ignited his fire.

How dare she abandon him!

How can she be happy without him?

How can she smile when he is miserable?

No more! Soon baby soon!.

■

….All day I think about you. That’s all I do

All night I think about you. That’s all I do

All day I think about you. That’s all I do

All night I think about you. I think about you…

He sings softly whilst holding his phone and waiting…

■

Arriving home from lunch with friends, she can not help but notice the package on her door threshold.

Bending down she retrieves the parcel and unlocks her door and enters her apartment.

Curiously noting no return address. 

A pretty pink floral box!

"Wow, it's so pretty!" She exclaims.

With care she removes the lid, her eyes open in wonderment. 

"Perfume!" She loves perfume.

"The bottle is simply divine".

Inquisitively wondering if the fragrance matches the whole package.  Gently she pumps the atomizer bulb, the fragrance mist hits the air, inhaling the aroma, "oh wow".

Pumping the perfume on her wrists, behind her ears, neck and elbows and knees.

"It is heavenly," she utters.

"Who sent this?" Re checking the packaging to no avail.

Sometime later her thoughts drift to Minjun, "wonder what he is doing?"  "I miss him!" "I should call him!".

Ring ring ring…

"Hello Babe" Minjun answers.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Hello! Im the previous anon who sent you an ask and apparently you named me the qtie anon in the tags, so im gonna call myself that!! I have to say I look forward to your 2pm fics!! I became a fan just recently because of their latest comeback and i've been looking for fics!! I saw someone requesting the taecyeon one and then a wooyoung one, so i look forward to those fics especially!! And if there is something Mamamoo related, i look forward to that too!! ^-^

Hello Qtie Anon! I hope you don't mind the assigned nickname~

Oh yes! I'm looking forward to them too! They both have dark undertones so that will be fun. It's been quite awhile since I wrote something like that. I've mainly been doing smut lately 😅 welcome to the Hottest fandom! ♡ it's so nice to see new people coming in to enjoy our boys' hardwork 😍🙌💕 aside from Make It, what other songs / eras do you like? :)

There is currently nothing in the works for Mamamoo! They're sweet gals though and I love their style quite a lot.

Hope you're staying well ♡ and thanks for dropping by again 🥰

Oh! And you probably have already come across them before, but here are some blogs I know also write for 2PM;;

@writeformesinpie @biaswreckingfics @kaexloey @kpop---scenarios

[writeformesinpie]

Check out my Rules && Current Works In Progress here! 

Masterlist is sorted by Band. Scroll to the end if you prefer Genre sort.

Main Masterlist Navigation

BTS ;; Hollow Love || Jimin x F!Reader || Hollow Man AU [Yandere] - 6.5k

TXT ;; Alley Cat || Yeonjun x F!Reader || Cafe AU [Smut] - 2.3k

BTS ;; Late Night Assignment || CEO!Jungkook x F!Reader || [Smut] - 2.7k

ATZ ;; Power and Control || Yan!Seonghwa x F!Reader || Smut - 1.4k

SVT ;; Midnight Appetite || Wonwoo x F!Reader x Mingyu || Smut - 5k

Bullet Fics

Reader Walks Into A Bar || Yunho vs. Jisung x F!Reader || Mafia AU [Crack]

Oneshots

Power and Control || Yandere!Seonghwa x F!Reader || Smut - 1.4k

Timestamps

Carving || Jongho x GN!Reader || 12:26pm [Fluff] 

Drabbles

The Beach || Hoseok x GN!Reader || [Fluff] - .8k

Oneshots

Paying What’s Owed || Jimin x GN!Reader || Mafia AU [Suggestive] - 1.6K

Hollow Love || Jimin x F!Reader || Hollow Man AU [Yandere] - 6.5k

When Two Souls Meet || Jimin x OC || Soulmate AU [Fluff] - 1.2k [Commission]

Movie Star || Taehyung x F!Reader || Actor AU [Yandere] - 1.4K

Lost In The Woods || V x GN!Reader || Nymph [Yandere, Suggestive] - 1.7k

You Belong to Me Now || Jungkook x F!Reader || Demon AU - 6.1K

Sea Monster || Jungkook x GN!Reader || [Fluff] - 1.2k

Late Night Assignment || CEO!Jungkook x F!Reader || [Smut] - 2.7k

Reactions

GF not being impressed with their new song [Fluff]

S/O creates a makeshift soap treadmill [Crack]

Dolls being left on their doorstep day after day [Crack]

Meeting S/O’s sister for the first time at a concert [Fluff]

Meeting their ex post break up [Angst]

“Accidentally” summoning them daily when lonely [Demon AU]

Timestamps

Lost || Jimin x GN!Reader || 8:23pm [Fluff]

Ring || Jungkook x GN!Reader || 6:37am [Yandere]

Drabbles

Fake Dating || Jay x GN!Reder || [Suggestive Fluff]

Oneshots

Don’t Stop || Jake x F!Reader x Jay || [Smut] - 1.5k

The Game Booth || Jake x F!Reader || [Fluff] - 1.4k

Oneshots

Zombies & Ice Cream || Tao x F!Reader || Zombie Crack AU [Suggestive] - 7.6k

Reactions

Infiltrating a high-end party under the premise of a couple [Mafia AU]

You not listening to orders on a mission [Mafia AU]

You are their target, you must seduce your way out [Mafia AU]

Scenarios

A Pesky Thing Called Lust || Suho x GN!Reader || Handyman AU [Suggestive] - .8K

Baekhyun’s Café || Baekhyun x GN!Reader || Coffee Shop AU [Fluff] - 1.5K

Timestamps

The Party || Sehun x GN!Reader || 11:57pm [Fluff]

Reactions

Their S/O wanting to break up to avoid jeopardising their career [Fluff]

Oneshots

Red Roses || Ryujin x F!Reader || [Yandere] - 1.5k

Timestamps

Captivity || Jiwoo x GN!Reader || 7:54am [Yandere]

Timestamps

Cabin || Jooheon x GN!Reader || 8:26pm [Yandere]

Oneshots

Mile High || Sub!Taeyong x F!Reader || [Smut] - 3.5k

Slippery When Wet || Yuta x F!Reader || Lifeguard AU [Smut] - 4.3K

Ambiguous Intention || Yuta x F!Reader || Frat AU [Smut] - 2k

Reactions

Breaking down in the middle of no where near a creepy gas station [Crack]

You not listening to orders on a mission [Mafia AU]

Scenarios

Fire Drill || Lucas x GN!Reader || Office AU [Suggestive] - 1.3K

Forbidden || Lucas x F!Reader || Mafia AU [Smut] - 1.8k

The Third Date || Mark x GN!Reader || [Fluff] - 1.7k

Intoxicating || Mark x F!Reader || Bartender AU [Smut] - 1.9k

Rockin’ The Boat || Mark x F!Reader || Crack [Smut] - 1.3k

Timestamps

Bait || Woochul x GN!Reader || 7:56am [Fluff]

Scenarios

Macabre Game || Hwanwoong x F!Reader || Yandere [Suggestive] - 1.9k

Oneshots

Zimzalabim || Seulgi x F!Reader || Smut - 1.4k

Oneshots

Chocolate Kisses || Jeonghan x F!Reader || F2L, College [Fluff] - 2k

A Charming Nuisance || Junhui x GN!Reader || [Suggestive Fluff] - 2.8k

Nostalgia Diner || Wonwoo x Reader || [Suggestive Fluff] - 1.3k

Midnight Appetite || Wonwoo x F!Reader x Mingyu || Smut - 5k

Restless Devotion || Seokmin x F!Reader || [Yandere] - 1.6k

Bullet Fics

First Lesson’s Free || Taemin x GN!Reader || Dance Instructor [Yandere] - 1.5K

Bullet Fics

Reader Walks Into A Bar || Yunho vs. Jisung x F!Reader || Mafia AU [Crack]

Drabbles

Accidental Marriage || Lee Know x GN!Reader || [Fluff]

Oneshots

Seaside Temptation || Lee Know x F!Reader || Smut - 2.4k

Pink Swirls || Hyunjin x F!Reader || Artist AU [Smut] - 1.7k

Frills and Lace || Sub!Felix x F!Reader || Maid Cafe [Smut] - 3k

Timestamps

Satanic || Bang Chan x GN!Reader || 2:56am [Demon AU]

Timestamps

Hurricane || Chunji x GN!Reader || 4:34pm [Fluff] 

Drabbles

Friends To Lovers || Mashiho x GN!Reader || [Fluff]

Scenarios

Beneath The Temple || Junsu x F!Reader || Vampire AU [Suggestive] - 1.7K

Oneshots

Alley Cat || Yeonjun x F!Reader || Cafe AU [Smut] - 2.3k

Scenarios

Fragrant Memories || Sana x F!Reader || [Fluff] - .8k

Dance The Night Away || Tzuyu x F!Reader || Fluff [Suggestive] - .9k

MTL

To murder you after break up [Yandere]

Reactions

Becoming a shut-in, after loved ones distance themselves [Yandere]

Scenarios

Under His Supervision || Nichkhun x F!Reader || Sugar Daddy AU [Smut] - 1k

Almost || Junho x F!Reader || Exes [Angst to Fluff] - 1.9k

Shades Of Blue Masterlist

Sapphire Heart || Jun.K x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1.1k

Aquamarine Bubbles || Nichkhun x F!Reader || [Smut] - .8k

Blue Flame || Taecyeon x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1.2k

Midnight Turquoise || Wooyoung x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1k

Steel Rain || Junho x F!Reader || Mafia AU [Smut] - 1.1k

Cobalt Prison || Chansung x F!Reader || Mafia AU [Smut] - 1.3k

ATEEZ

Power and Control || Seonghwa x F!Reader || Smut - 1.4k

BTS

Hollow Love || Jimin x F!Reader || Hollow Man AU - 6.5k

Movie Star || Taehyung x F!Reader || Actor AU - 1.4K

Lost In The Woods || Taehyung x GN!Reader || Nymph AU [Suggestive] - 1.7k

You Belong to Me Now || Jungkook x F!Reader || [Demon AU] - 6.1K

Ring || Jungkook x GN!Reader || 6:37am

ITZY

Red Roses || Ryujin x F!Reader || [Suggestive] - 1.5k

KARD

Captivity || Jiwoo x GN!Reader || 7:54am 

Monsta X

Cabin || Jooheon x GN!Reader || 8:26pm

ONEUS

Macabre Game || Hwanwoong x F!Reader || Suggestive - 1.9k

Seventeen

Restless Devotion || Seokmin x F!Reader || 1.6k

SHINee

First Lesson’s Free || Taemin x GN!Reader || - 1.5K

Stray Kids

Satanic || Bang Chan x GN!Reader || 2:56am [Demon AU]

BTS

Paying What’s Owed || Jimin x GN!Reader || [Suggestive] - 1.6K

NCT

Forbidden || Lucas x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1.8k

2PM

Steel Rain || Junho x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1.1k

Cobalt Prison || Chansung x F!Reader || [Smut] - 1.3k

ATEEZ

Reader Walks Into A Bar || Yunho vs. Jisung x F!Reader 

EXO

Zombies And Ice Cream || Tao x F!Reader || [Zombie AU + Smut] - 7.6k

NCT

Rockin’ The Boat || Mark x F!Reader || Crack [Smut] - 1.3k

Stray Kids

Reader Walks Into A Bar || Yunho vs. Jisung x F!Reader

ATEEZ

Power and Control || Seonghwa x F!Reader || Yandere - 1.4k

BTS

Late Night Assignment || CEO!Jungkook x F!Reader || Office AU - 2.7k

Enhypen

Don’t Stop || Jake x F!Reader x Jay || 1.5k

EXO

Pesky Thing Called Lust || Suho x GN!Reader || Suggestive - .8K

NCT

Mile High || Taeyong x F!Reader || Sub Idol - 3.5k

Slippery When Wet || Yuta x F!Reader || Lifeguard AU - 4.3K

Ambiguous Intention || Yuta x F!Reader || Frat AU - 2k

Fire Drill || Lucas x GN!Reader || Office AU [Suggestive] - 1.3K

Forbidden || Lucas x F!Reader || Mafia AU - 1.8k

Intoxicating || Mark x F!Reader || Bartender AU - 1.9k

Rockin’ The Boat || Mark x F!Reader || Crack [Smut] - 1.3k

ONEUS

Macabre Game || Hwanwoong x F!Reader || Yandere [Suggestive] - 1.9k

Red Velvet

Zimzalabim || Seulgi x F!Reader || Established Relationship - 1.4k

Seventeen

Midnight Appetite || Wonwoo x F!Reader x Mingyu || Smut - 5k

Stray Kids

Seaside Temptation || Lee Know x F!Reader || S2Ls - 2.4k

Pink Swirls || Hyunjin x F!Reader || Artist AU - 1.7k

Frills and Lace || Sub!Felix x F!Reader || Maid Cafe - 3k

TVXQ

Beneath The Temple || Junsu x F!Reader || Vamp AU [Suggestive] - 1.7K

TXT

Alley Cat || Yeonjun x F!Reader || Cafe AU - 2.3k

2PM

Sapphire Heart || Jun.K x F!Reader || 1.1k

Aquamarine Bubbles || Nichkhun x F!Reader || .8k

Under His Supervision || Nichkhun x F!Reader || Sugar Daddy AU - 1k

Blue Flame || Taecyeon x F!Reader || 1.2k

Midnight Turquoise || Wooyoung x F!Reader || 1k

Steel Rain || Junho x F!Reader || Mafia AU - 1.1k

Cobalt Prison || Chansung x F!Reader || Mafia AU - 1.3k

ATEEZ

Carving || Jongho x GN!Reader || 12:26pm 

BTS

The Beach || Hoseok x GN!Reader || .8k

Lost || Jimin x GN!Reader || 8:23pm

When Two Souls Meet || Jimin x OC || 1.2k [Commission]

Sea Monster || Jungkook x GN!Reader || 1.2k

ENHYPEN

The Game Booth || Jake x F!Reader || 1.4k

EXO

Baekhyun’s Café || Baekhyun x GN!Reader || Coffee Shop AU - 1.5K

The Party || Sehun x GN!Reader || 11:57pm

NCT

The Third Date || Mark x GN!Reader || 1.7k

NewKidd

Bait || Woochul x GN!Reader || 7:56am

Seventeen

Chocolate Kisses || Jeonghan x F!Reader || F2L - 2k

Charming Nuisance || Jun x GN!Reader || Suggestive - 2.8k

Nostalgia Diner || Wonwoo x Reader || Suggestive - 1.3k

TeenTop

Hurricane || Chunji x GN!Reader || 4:34pm

Twice

Fragrant Memories || Sana x F!Reader || .8k

Dance The Night Away || Tzuyu x F!Reader || [Suggestive] - .9k

2PM

Almost || Junho x F!Reader || Exes [Angst to Fluff] - 1.9k

[yandere-kokeshi]

Congrats on the 979 followers!!! 🥳

If it would be okay I'd love to request a yandere Dabi, yandere Hawks and any other yandere you may want to add in, with a darling who either loves to sleep and refuses to leave the bed for anything if the yandere is a early riser, or if the yandere sleeps in, an early rising darling who fights to escape the bed?

Again congrats 😊

Warning: Yandere behavior and some sexual hints(?)

Authors note: Thank you!!!!! That means so much. I didn't expect to get here! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I had to hurry this. Feel free to request again! :DD

Dabi:

Dabi isn’t an early riser, more so forced to do so because of Shigaraki's tantrums. He absolutely hates waking up, but has to; meaning leaving you in a cold room, coming back with some takeout that may or may not be healthy.

Don’t get me wrong, Dabi absolutely loves to sleep in with you, something about waking up with his giant arms surrounding your body and the soft snores of his beloved gives nothing but butterflies in his stomach; calming his anger and hidden anxiety that he didn’t even know he had.

Buuut… that doesn’t mean he gets up on his rare days off to make you two nice, eatable breakfasts. Though, that doesn’t mean he can be an asshole waking you up at times.

At first, he’ll shak you awake, placing butterfly kisses on your face and shoulders before whispering with his deep voice: “Come’ on doll, get up. I made you your favorite.”

you decide to groan and roll over, pulling up the covers to ignore the now-blinding sun; he’ll think it’s cute at first, smiling: “I know.. Come’ on doll, get up.”

But the more you whine, the more he gets annoyed.

Finally, he’ll get more stern; ripping the covers off of you, climbing over you to rest on your stomach. “Come on, get up. I know you’re tired but your food will get cold, and no; I’m not re-heating it.”

Rarely, will he give in and let you sleep, but he likes to spend time with you when he’s not ‘working’. Though, if you do use the ‘puppy face’ and beg him to sleep him with you, he'll give in and come back to bed; laying on top of you with his head on you're chest.

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

As he’s a Pro-Hero, he’s forced to wake up pretty early and function till around 10 pm or later. Usually, when he leaves, he always pecks your face with a few kisses, maybe blowing on your face lightly to wake you up so you can eat something.

Sometimes, he will fly over to the shared apartment to hang out with you, either on his lunch break or on his rare few minutes off; if Keigo still sees you asleep… he’s the devil waking you up.

Much like above, if you decide to whine and refuse to get up; he’ll let it slide one or two times, trying to wake you up again in 5 minutes or so. If you don’t, he will blow raspberries on your belly; tickling you while whining: “You’re killing me, [Name!!!]”

If you don’t wake up, he will huff and puff while saying “Fine!” and storm into the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout; once it’s at the house, he will take it out, go into the room and eat near you, making loud “Mm!! So good. Such a shame I don’t have a hot [Name] near me to satisfy my other needs!” — “It would be a shame if I ate it all and couldn’t share any with my darling.”

In other words, he’s baiting you to get out of bed.

Either way, he’ll annoy you awake: slightly biting your thighs, stomach and shoulders, blowing raspberries and tickling you awake. Or, he’ll whine away about how ‘he’s dying’ and ���you need to save me’.

On rare occasions, if he does have a day off; he will let you sleep in, yes, even into the afternoon. But, 2pm is the max.

Though, if you are just too cute and refuse to get out; he will crawl back into bed with you, cover you with his wings and fall back asleep with you, maybe asking if you two can do... special work-out sessions after you two wake up.

Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite

Much like Keigo, he also needs to get up early.

Normally, Katsuki gets up around 5am to train about an hour or more before heading to work. Rarely, does he ever wake you up, unless it's urgent. He understands that it’s pretty early in the morning and you despise getting your beauty sleep disturbed.

But, when he does have his rare day off; he likes to train, take a shower when he comes home then make you two breakfast. Usually, Katsuki will (try) to wake you up around 9am, with a nice, hot plate of home cooked breakfast and do the usual scheduled thing you two do: cuddle on the bed while watching some drama TV show.

He will wake you up much like Dabi, sure, he’ll be a bit more rougher; but still nice enough to let you wake up naturally and not have a heart attack when you see his red eyes.

“Wake up, [Name]. Made your favorite.” – “Come on. Not in the mood to play games, you’re acting like a child.”

Either if you whine and throw a pillow at him or mumble a ‘no’ and turn around to face the other way; be ready to have the covers ripped off of you, his warm hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you off the bed.

Katsuki doesn’t like wasting food, so if you decide to not want to get up, he’ll be a bit snarkier than normal and force you to get up; whether that’s shaking your shoulders, pulling the covers off of you or kissing your neck to the point it’s uncomfortable, he will make you get up.

Now, if you decide to use the famous ‘puppy face’ and try to convince him to sleep in a bit more; he’ll try to resist your pretty face but sooner or later, he’ll give in and let you sleep in for 10 minutes. Which turns out to be 30 minutes because he ended up joining you.

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[spicysoftsweet]

A Thorn In The Side - Gojo x Reader

Summary: Infatuation enduring from high school is more of a problem than you or he think (~3.4k words).

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, noncon, kidnapping, yandere, wlw mention, gojo is a pos

A/N: Part of @suedebunn​‘s Hanahaki collab! 

When the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to have ever lived wakes up in the early am with the sensation of thorns scratching his throat and fullness in his stomach, he’s baffled.

Even more so when he doubles over in bed to cough profusely to the point of near emesis, shocking for a man who rarely gets sick. He stares blankly at a pillow covered in droplets of flecks of red, and his eyes widen with trepidation, until he realizes those large drops strewn across his bed come from flowers rather than blood.

He must be dreaming, Gojo Satoru tells himself, but the satiny feel of the scarlet petals between his fingertips is very real.

Or perhaps a curse.

“So you expect me to diagnose you over the phone?” 

Shoko pulled a drag of her cigarette as though for dramatic effect, blowing it out with a sigh, but continued to listen. She had to be up early anyway and ignoring Gojo would only make him more annoying in her experience.

“So what are your symptoms again?” she asked.

“Apparently my insides are trying to match my beautiful outsides~” he sang.

Shoko rolled her eyes, and as though he could see her, Gojo laughed loudly.

“In all seriousness, I’m turning into a garden. Coughing up flowers apparently.”

“Coughing up flowers, huh?” She leaned a little further against her balcony, her eyes setting on the early morning sunrise she could view from her high rise apartment. “Do you think it’s some type of curse?”

“It’s… different,” he replied, somewhat noncommittally. “I don’t think it’s cursed energy, actually.”

This was unexpected.

“What else do you feel?”

“Uneasy…”

It was Shoko’s turn to laugh. An interesting choice of words coming from him.

“Any ideas?” Gojo insisted.

“I mean, it could be some kind of undetectable curse. I’d know if I got to see you… How does your heart feel when you cough up the flowers?”

“It races.”

“Your mind?”

“Also races… lightheaded.”

“Any thoughts?”

“None.”

“As expected.” she teased, laughing again until she realized that for once, Gojo was silent on the other end of the phone. She scratched her head, then ran her fingers through her fingertips.

“Come in at 2pm today, okay? Don’t be late.”

---

“Well, you’re right,” Shoko stated, stepping back from the examination table, and crossing her arms as she set herself down on a stool to formulate her assessment. 

Her friend, already graced with the palest of color palettes, did actually look ill, dark circles prominent enough to match hers marring his porcelain skin. He sat, legs spread apart, and leaning onto the weight of his hands besides him, raising an eyebrow quizzically..

“It’s not cursed energy, alright,” she said, with a sigh. She stretched out her hand.

“You brought the sample, right?” 

Gojo, uncharacteristically a bit listless, tossed her the bag of vomited petals from this morning, covered in now dry saliva and other fluids. Not batting an eyelash, Shoko slipped on a pair of gloves and felt inside the bag, petals crumbling at her fingertips.

Definitely not cursed energy. She placed the bag on a disorganized counter behind her, making a mental note of scrutinizing it further under a microscope.

“Ideas?” Gojo asked after he’d decided that the time he’d given her to think was enough. It turned out the idea of being sick irritated him more than he expected. 

The very idea of being vulnerable made him slightly nauseous.

Shoko let out a chuckle that sounded more nervous than she had intended.

“My only other thought is Hanahaki disease.”

“Hanahaki?” Gojo repeated.

“Yeah,” she stated. Crossing her legs, she relaxed into her stool further as she watched the young man carefully. “Who’s the unlucky one?”

“You mean?”

“Who’s the unfortunate soul you’re in love with?” She asked again, waiting for his response. The truth was that she was quite shocked at the idea of Gojo being afflicted with Hanahaki, that he of all people could have such a pure, destructive form of love given his track history.

She’d known him long enough to know that his body count was near ridiculous.

He tilted his head, then burst into laughter.

“Myself, duh.”

“Well, auto-Hanahaki isn’t a thing, but I suppose if it was, you’d be the one to be afflicted with it.”

She decided not to press further. “Whoever it is, I’d recommend you settle your feelings as soon as possible,” she added. “People don’t usually die from this but you look surprisingly like shit so I’d be careful.”

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, hopping off the table and pulling back on his shirt.

Settling his feelings may be more complicated than either of the two of them expected.

---

You were in the middle of your drive home when Shoko’s name finally flashed on your dashboard. Grinning, you picked up on the car speaker, mischief in your voice.

“It’s 7:03 and you promised me you’d call at 7 sharp, babe. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“You’re going to hold 3 minutes against me?” Her sultry voice filled your ears as you made the last turn between the grocery store and your apartment, and you hoped she’d be inside your home waiting for you so that you could actually hold something tangible against her.

“I did say I wasn’t going to tolerate you being late for anything anymore, didn’t I?” You teased.

“Bold declaration for someone who isn’t even home yet,” Shoko retorted.

In minutes, you were walking through the door, arms charged with bags full of groceries for dinner you’d planned to cook together. Shoko greeted you with a kiss on the forehead as you placed them on the counter.

“Did you miss me?”

You did, but you stuck out your tongue at her instead. Her hand intertwined with yours briefly before you separated to unpack items for dinner.

“I promise I’ll be less busy,” she offered as the two of you worked in tandem. Your stomach was already growling, so the sooner you had food on the table, the better.

“It’s no problem,” you replied, and you meant it only half-heartedly. It’s true she was less busy than a regular civilian doctor, but it seemed recently that her clinic was getting overrun with more and more curse victims. Things had been bad recently in the world, you figured. 

You were happy to step back from the world of sorcery, but small reminders like these persisted.

“Did you still manage to fit Gojo in today?”

She had complained earlier today that Gojo always managed to make a bad day worse.

“Mmm,” is what she offered over the sound of chopping vegetables. You understood that she couldn’t say more, on top of the fact that any discussion of Gojo was already a sore subject. It didn’t have to be, and it shouldn’t have been, but this was what it was.

“Hope he’s okay,” you offered, as you turned on the stove.

“He’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice now quieter than usual.

---

The first and last time Gojo fell in love was in the spring of his third year, he suddenly recalled in the middle of a tryst, as an upsettingly subpar blowjob allowed his mind to wander. The young woman whose gags sounded almost theatrical when compared to the amount of pleasure he was actually receiving was starting to get on his nerves, but instead he took matters in his own hands, wrapping her long ponytail around his wrist before guiding the back of her head so she took him deeper.

If she was gonna choke, she should commit to it.

He’d fallen in love with you at first sight. It was a strange feeling for him to immediately be enamored with someone upon first glance instead, having always been the recipient of many an awe-filled or fawning look.

You were a transfer from the sister school, already a rare occurrence, and what was even rarer was the fact that you both had little affinity to jujutsu and little interest in getting better. One could wonder why you even showed up in the first place, much less why you’d moved from one school to the other. 

You’d quit as expected just before graduation, but not before you caught his eye. 

“You’re pretty shitty at this,” he’d remarked, attempting to win you over with humor when he’d been assigned to you for both orientation and possible tutoring. “Of course, you can always ask me for help,” he added, flashing pearly whites at you.

He was the opposite of successful in wooing you.

“I suppose since this comes easy to you, this is just funny, right?” You’d quipped.

Your words cut more than both you and he anticipated, but it didn’t exactly matter. You were not interested in him, the way he was interested in you. 

But Shoko was different.

You became fast friends and upon your departure from the technical college, you’d remained in contact despite withdrawing from everyone else related to magic. 

Even if Gojo tried many times to either bring you back to this world you’d left behind or be part of your new one, you’d rebuffed him every time. Harshly. 

“I don’t know why you expect everyone to worship you,” was the last thing you’d said to him. “I’ve already made it clear that I don’t want to be part of this life,” you’d insisted. “Why would I change my mind just because you asked me to?”

You were right. 

And yet you loved Shoko.

The young woman whose name he’d forgotten’s face was now pressed against his pubic bone and she now began to squirm, slapping and scratching at him like some kind of trapped animal as she struggled to breathe, reminding him that he’d daydreamed for too long.

“Sorry,” he offered, as he released his grip, leaving her to sputter and choke. Looking at her, knowing that she was not you suddenly made him want to choke himself, to bring forth that impromptu garden of unrequited feelings.

He patted her on the back gingerly, and once it looked like she’d restabilized, pulled her in for another kiss. 

If only her lips tasted like yours.

---

Shoko’s hand glided against the curve of your hips, taking in the image of you sleeping softly on your side, facing her. She dipped down to kiss your nose; it was the only time the fact that she had such an issue with sleep benefited her, this ability to almost always wake up before you.

You looked incredibly peaceful while sleeping, and she had to admit this angelic view of you was even better than your features twisted in a pleasured mewl (not that it wasn’t a close battle).

There was a nagging concern in the pit of her stomach, however.

Gojo suffering from unrequited love could be a problem, if the object of his affections did happen to be you. But it had been years ago that he’d pursued you unsuccessfully, why present now?

Why present to her office of all people? Gojo could be inconsiderate, but not to this extent. 

But what if he didn’t know that this was what he was feeling? Suppressed feelings taking root and morphing themselves into the tangible he couldn’t ignore?

She sat up, resting her back against the backboard, the lack of a cigarette between her lips being palliated with the gnaw of her thumbnail. 

It couldn’t be. Not you. 

Please, not you.

---

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Shoko checked in about a week later.

Gojo didn’t share that he’d spent the entire morning in a coughing fit of petals, now definitely streaked with blood, and the entire last night vomiting enough flowers into the toilet that it had overflowed.

He didn’t comment on the entire scarlet sage plants with large green leaves that threatened to sprout from every orifice, not just his throat, but his ears and nostrils, possibly from behind his eyes.

He didn’t know what was next, only that it was getting worse.

The constant fire in the pit of his stomach, the shivers, the chills, the incessant flash of you running through his mind, your name moaned in the darkness, his body drenched in sweat.

The fact that he knew it was because he loves you and cannot find an alternative for you.

The fact that he must have you, and only you.

“Has it gotten better or worse?” Shoko asked.

“I’m fine,” Gojo reassured her, masking the exhaustion in his voice, and she made the mistake of believing him.

---

You awoke in darkness with an icy cold searing into your skin.

It took you a moment to let your eyes adjust to the light and for your body to resume the motor control it had briefly relinquished in sleep before you could reorient yourself. You were laying on ground of some sort, maybe hardwood which implied that you were in some kind of building. 

Your head throbbed viciously as you shifted slowly to a sitting position and you almost expected there to be blood as you ran your hands over the back of your head, checking for injury. But there was nothing, just the normal feel of your hair, and the steady thump of your temples in time with your pounding heart.

Looking around, your eyes soon fixed to the low light, not actual darkness to center on a figure in the center of the room.

You let out a gasp of surprise.

Gojo.

Not only had it been a while and he was the last person you expected to see, he looked stranger than he ever had.

He sat perched on a chair backwards, chin leaning on the top of the backrest. His head was tilted, and he watched you warily but fixedly through eyes that looked sunken into their orbits. Their clear blue was still sharp in the darkness.

His skin had taken on an almost ghostly cast to match his hair, and he was thinner than you remembered as though he had been slowly withering away since the last time you saw him. That was ages ago.

Your limbs froze in anticipation. You didn’t have to be a genius to recognize that whatever was happening or was about to happen was bad.

“Why did you bring me here?”

He stared at you blankly for a moment, unmoving. If he weren’t so extraordinarily fatigued, he would have sat up straighter in his chair and offered you a smile. You were still as pretty as the day he first laid eyes on you, after all. What a welcome sight.

“I guess I missed you,” he responded instead, quietly. 

Your teeth gritted as you flared up in indignation.

“Excuse me?”

He cut you off with a loud, exasperated sigh, mustering the little bit of energy he had left to run a hand through his hair.

“Listen, I thought I’d forgotten myself, but it turns out that I’m being betrayed by my own body.”

As though to add effect, a coughing fit began just at the end of his sentence, and you watched as he spat flowers into the palm of his hand, lowering them for you to see.

“And it seems like you’re the cause of this.”

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of bloody petals falling through his fingertips and hitting the ground.

He was completely out of his mind.

“I…,” you shakily got yourself up to your feet, not letting your gaze leave Gojo for a second. He didn’t get out of the chair, but he did shift so that he leaned back in the seat, a wicked smile on his face.

“You...?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You spat. “Where the hell am I and how did I get here?”

He finally did get up, although it was done in a dramatic, strained movement. He really had lost weight, you noticed, picking up the flash of pale wrists before he shoved his hands in his pocket.

“I know it sounds crazy but apparently, according to your girlfriend, I’m suffering from lovesickness.”

He bared more of his teeth now, looking more like a grimace than a grin by this time. “I didn’t believe it either, but then I started seeing you in my mind every single waking moment.”

In the split second it took for you to blink, he had crossed the distance between you, so that he was now in your personal space, the palm of his hand inappropriately caressing your face, as tender as you’d expect from Shoko.

And you immediately jumped back and backhanded him as hard as you could.

The crack of your hand was loud and exaggerated, reverberating in the room. For a moment, you froze in shock, surprised the slap had actually landed, before shaking out your now burning hand and following up with a hiss.

“Don’t you fucking touch me.”

Gojo’s icy blue eyes glint, demonic in their delight.

“That’s the feisty bitch I remember.”

---

It was nearing 24 hours since you’d failed to reply to Shoko’s text and the normally collected woman was terribly anxious.

She’d stayed at work late, and still, not a single message from you. 

The nagging feeling in the back of her mind returned.

What if it were you?

Gojo couldn’t be that insane, could he?

When she entered your home to find traces of red salvia scattered throughout your home, it only confirmed her fears.

---

“I don’t want to do this either. I mean it.”

It was hard to believe him when he seemed to savor every brush of the lips as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs, spread open with the force of his hands. Gojo had always been deceptively strong, even now, when it looked like he was wilting just as much as the flowers he coughed up. 

Your wrists were bound to a fixed point at the head of a foreign bed, and your ankles to the bedposts anteriorly to prevent you from fighting. Not that you would have been able to fight back anyway, but the severe fatigue permeating his very bones made him less willing to risk anything.

When his lips made it to your center to circle your clit, you writhed in disgust, forcing back the sighs of pleasure that would inevitably ensure.

“Y-you can’t - ah - make me love you…”

Gojo paused the swishing of his tongue to give you a look that reeked enough of apathy that it was almost startling.

“I’m aware, but there’s no harm in trying.”

---

“Where the fuck is she?”

Satoru had the ostentatiousness within him to receive the phone call on speaker, so that you could hear Shoko beg to find out your whereabouts.

“She’s with me,” he replied, calmly to her, holding the phone in one hand and pumping fingers in and out of your slippery cunt with the other. 

By this time, Gojo had gotten tired of your expletives which no longer retained the initial cute charm, so your screams for help were muffled by a gag over your own wet panties shoved into your mouth.

He’d been at this for hours.

There was a pause on the phone from Shoko’s end that sounded like something crashing to the ground, maybe a plate breaking.

Her tone changed immediately.

“P-please don’t hurt her.”

“I’m not.”

He glanced at you who glared back at him with reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You looked even prettier when you were so totally helpless.

“I would never,” he added.

The pump of his fingers slowed but did not stop.

“This won’t fix you,” Shoko warned, almost in a low protective hiss, her own voice breaking. “This won’t fix anything, you bastard.”

He cut off the phone abruptly, and let out a sigh before shifting his attention back to you.

“Where were we?”

---

Maybe if I pretend, he’ll stop?

Or will he continue? Will I just affirm that he won?

His thrusts were relentless, as was the constant tugging at your hair, the teeth sinking into every inch of your skin, the moans and groans whispered into your ears or your bosom.

A violation in every sense of the word.

You were running out of tears.

The fact that it’s pointless, you and he both know it. Your true love knows it, that this is just an excuse to get back at you. For what? Rejection? 

He would die anyway. You would never return his feelings, if there even truly were any. 

He continued to rut into you, and flowers started to stain every inch of your bodies, covering them in a deep scarlet.

Red. Red. Red.

Blood. Rage. Power. Passion.

You probably didn’t need the restraints anymore. You had no fight left in you. 

Just the satisfaction, however small, that regardless of what he did to you, he would still eventually succumb to nature and perish in a bed of putrid efflorescence.