#yandere company bros

[2-dsimp]

Aaaaah Judas is too cute and horny i just want to pamper him until the very end <3

Yandere company Bros

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Cw: NSFW MDNI fem reader creampie, gaslighting, possessive/obsessive tendencies, slight praise, overstimulation, Judas being touch starved for your affection, mentions of marathon sex, office sex, exhibition, Judas being a simp,

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Synopsis: 【From Seeing your Boss and lover going through a dire case of burn out, you decided to offer your services via pampering him and treating him like royalty. But it looks like you bit off more than you can chew. As he’s going absolutely feral from you allowing him to work out his frustrations on your pliant body.】

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“You said you’d pamper me for the entire day… Was that a lie love?”

Judas rasped softly into your ear as he coiled an arm around your middle in gentle but firm hold. He had you bent over his office desk with a hand pressed against your mouth to conceal the melodious sounds of you going on a downwards spiral of depravity. He was practically glued to your ass letting out soft pants as he felt his balls twitch from the way your love canal spasmed on his long hard length that was buried so deep that you thought your guts were getting rearranged.

“You promised me, your everything. Are you trying to go back on your word darling? Please don’t let that be the case. I think I’d cry if it was.”

The Eldest Kinen murmured lowly. As he buried his face in the crook of your neck pressing heated kisses at your pluse.

“Do you want that? To see me cry? To see me go mad from how much I need you? To see how much I crave to imprint my dick deep inside of you, so that I know you’re finally all mine?”

His voice was so needy and yet gentle, While he fluidly rocked his hips against yours into a grinding motion. Making you give a muffled keen into his palm from how his throbbing shaft rammed into that spongey spot nestled within your molten core.

“Judas—please!”

You mewled softly against his hand that you lightly clawed at. So you could make him hear what you had to say. Noticing your efforts Judas slid his palm down slightly from your mouth so he could get a clear response from you. He was desperate to know what possessed you to try and weasel out of his messy office. After being such a temptress.

“Juu…We can’t go a 4th time there’s a meeting to be held in 30min—“

Not even letting you finish he abruptly pulled out allowing some goop of his seed to leak out of your abused pussy only to plunge back savagely into your wet heat. Stifling a cry of pleasure at the delicious sensation of being buried inside you once more.

“Do you think I care about that meeting right now when I’ve got my beloved looking so precious on my cock right now?”

Judas said breathily, letting his stoic persona crack whenever he was in close quarters with you. His eye brows were tightly knitted as he bared his weight down against you pressing your front flat against the desk.

"Nng! You're so tight, so warm, so welcoming. From the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one that I was made for."

His hands gripped your hips tightly, anchoring his rod to penetrate your gushing cunt as much as he could. Before he began to move, his hips pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

“God, how I've wanted this, needed this for so long. I've dreamt of making love to you whenever I close my eyes at night. Marking you as mine. And Becoming all yours in the process.”

The workaholic confessed, his voice filled with raw need. His need to apply all his pent up urges of loving you wholly with his entire being. Overpowering any sense of restraint he had previously. As He reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, the way you moaned and writhed beneath him.

“So please pamper me until the end just like you said. I promise to be good for you, all I need in exchange is you.”

The Eldest whimpered pathetically, tears welling up from his thick lashes from the self induced overstimulation. As he frantically mapped the expanse of your lushious body greedily grabbing ahold of whatever piece of you he could get to hoard for himself. He was cheesing from his ears getting blessed by your adorable squeals and moans from getting railed against his desk.

“Mmn I’m so close, I’m gonna cum again inside you. Fuck you’re so fucking beautiful when you make those cute sounds for me”

He rambled dumbly, with his jaw slackened from relishing in the feeling of his member getting strangled by your pulpy walls that enticed him to drive his heavy cock into you fully. Making his mushroom tip kiss your cervix as his balls continued to tighten immensely from the impending release threatening to escape his body.

With one final, powerful slam of his pelvis against the meat of your ass. Judas released a torrent of his hot, thick cum inside you. The feeling of his seed filling your womb sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, triggering your own release. As your legs quivered while your quim gushed around his pulsating meat for the last time drenching his happy trail with your slick and juices.

“I love you so fucking much, Accepting everything that I have to give to you. I love being yours. I’m so happy you chose me…”

He pressed a series of kisses trailing from your neck to your jaw. Until he tilt your head slightly to give you a smoldering kiss as his chest let out a deep, guttural rumble of pure happiness. While he continued to hump your pussy just to make sure he’s given all of his pure love to his darling. Making you whine in embarrassment from the sound of his seed mixing with your fluids filling the room. You just knew that the whole workplace was gonna be talking about you two.

[yan-randomfandom]

Yandere!Stanford Pines x Doctor!GN!Reader

warnings: obsessive thoughts, implied self harm

If I made one for his brother, then I should also make one for this silly guy. Bro is needy just like his twin

Ford is an intellectual who can invent new machines, find new discoveries, and defend himself from danger.

But you know what he can't do?

Rest. He never seemed to take a break from his obsessions.

Which is why, in the middle of the supermarket, as he was waiting in line to pay for his products, Ford dropped dead. Not literally dead (but it might as well be called that), he suddenly fainted after years of exhaustion caught up to him.

Ford slowly woke up to the gentlest touch he had ever felt in years.

"You're awake," you murmured, settling your palm on his forehead. He's still warm.

He tried to sit up, but you quickly pushed him down again. "Hey, you can't do that! Your body is completely debilitated!"

"Debilitated?" he mumbled, continuing to wince when he heard you tell a nurse to call the Pines family. He briefly glanced around, realizing he's in a hospital.

You turned back to him, your stern eyes fixed. "You're lucky I, a doctor, was back there. I did a check up on you, and good god, your body is filled with wounds, some open, and there's a concerning underwhelming amount of essential chemicals!"

Ford paused before huffing, his eyebrows furrowed. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can handle myself—"

"And the way your wounds are treated is nothing short of clumsy! It's like a middle schooler did it!"

Welp, you made him speechless. Did he seriously get compared to a middle schooler?

And yet, whatever you just said or did that day, Ford couldn't get you off his mind. He blankly stared at his scars when he got home on the same day.

It got worse when his twin brother, Stanley, decided to personally hire you to take care of him after another episode of fainting. Initially, Ford was very annoyed, but as time went on, he learned to appreciate you.

Maybe more than appreciate, really. He found himself wanting more of your care.

Your company was surprisingly pleasing. You and Ford talked more about the human body, which is admittedly a little neglected since he was too focused on science and magic on the outside. He never really had anatomy in mind.

When you perform your treatment on him, Ford can't help but feel... needy. A strange feeling of want.

You took a curious look at his extra finger, rubbing your thumb over it. He melted under your touch. "Interesting."

Again, he's never felt careful and gentle hands on his skin for over 30 years. (Dipper has sweaty hands. Mabel is quite jittery. Stan has the roughest skin anyone can have.)

It's a nice change of pace. The way you handle him.

Heck, he usually doesn't like it when someone 'demeans' him (this is about you comparing him to a middle schooler), but you're different. You can't keep your mouth shut, can't you?

Well, he certainly relates to that.

Besides, you make it up to him with praises during the painful parts of treatment. Such subtle words, yet he folds so easily.

Dipper noticed he's becoming more... sloppy during their missions. His grunkle has more injuries than usual.

Then again, Ford is really the only one forcing himself to work. No matter what the rest of the Pines say.

Dipper's mainly just making sure he won't die. Maybe the fact that he's old is catching up to him?

"I might have to keep this up for the rest of my life if you keep this up," you sighed, shaking your head as you dabbled some ointment on his wound.

Ford chuckled, staring at your concentrated face. "Maybe I wouldn't mind."

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part One

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Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

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A/N: I’ve been hyper fixated on Batfam and DC in general for the past two months, and this is what my brain has been cooking. This is based on an fem!OC I made, but I converted it to GN!Reader. Or attempted to. Might write an official one with the oc. I don’t know. I’m new at this stuff and doing this on mobile to boot.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

Reader grows up happy, healthy, a safe away from Gotham

Momma and Daddy (step-father) adore their darling reader

Daddy is kind and understanding; gives good advice, encourages reader, comforts reader after nasty break ups

Momma is sassy and a bit possessive of her baby reader

Momma never tells reader anything about their biological father (He was a big city playboy that missed the court date for custody is all she said)

Reader has a much younger half-brother from Momma and Daddy, who reader also adores

Little Brother’s are annoying, but you have so many interest in common

Suddenly Momma and Daddy are dead; (tragic accident or murdered)

Reader’s Bio Father, Bruce Wayne is called and flies into town via Private Jet and whisk you off to Gotham

Bruce can’t get custody over half-brother due to Reader’s step-grandparents fighting him.

(They tried to keep Reader too, but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court. And, Bruce has enough money to make that water run dry)

Bruce isn’t exactly like Momma described, he’s distant and a bit cold with reader. (Like he doesn’t know what to do.)

Bruce gets upset when Reader talks about missing Momma and Daddy, especially when Reader talks about Daddy.

Bruce doesn’t introduce Reader to the family right away.

Reader doesn’t see anyone, but Bruce and Alfred for the first week at the manor.

Bruce avoids reader, but gets upset when Reader ignores him

Reader starts researching their new family. Everything they can find in the media, even the company.

(Family Buisness funds the Justice League? Gotham gains a new Vigilante almost every time Bruce gains a new kid? Jason Todd’s death and reappearance. Suspicious…)

Reader finally meets the others.

First up Cassandra.

Quite, but watches reader like she knows all of reader’s secrets. (That’s terrifying.)

Reader’s instincts scream that she’s dangerous (Reader trusts those instincts.)

Reader is still nice, they get along. Cass rather be alone, but it’s cool. They’re cool.

Second up is Duke.

Duke is great. Official bro. Passes all the vibe checks. (Most normal one in this house.)

Reader’s meta abilities go haywire around him, so Reader needs to be careful. (Reader’s not sharing that secret yet. Not till they share what Reader suspects is their secret)

Third, Dick and Barbara.

Dick is a whirlwind, coddling and pitying, treating reader like a sweet helpless child then leaving. (He’s a busy popular man)

Barbara is polite, but a stranger.

Reader tries to be friendly, but can’t get past the stranger stage.

Fourth Stephanie.

Stephanie politely ignores reader, but reader genuinely wants to hang out. (Similar interest, close in age. Please, can we be friends? ……….)

Reader says they’ll keep trying (It happens… eventually….)

Fifth, Tim.

Tim just brushes Reader off with a blank look and disappears.

Reader can never find Tim. (Always in the cave, at work, on patrol. He’s a busy busy busy sleepy man that avoids even the mention of Reader)

(Stephanie hangs out with Tim though, but they still ignore reader. It’s fine. Reader is fine. It doesn’t hurt.)

Sixth is Jason.

Jason is mean.

Calls reader spoiled, says reader a an ignorant privileged princess, Daddy’s pet, a brat, etc.

But, then leaves when reader starts to snap back.

(He looks like he’s struggling not to strangle reader almost every time reader sees him.)

Seventh is the youngest and reader’s half brother.

Reader is excited to meet him, reader already has a younger half-brother. Having two sounds even better!

Damian is cruel

It breaks reader’s heart.

Damian either ignores reader, or mocks reader viscously. He’ll push and shove and throw things at reader. (Won’t draw a weaponed though, he’s past that.)

He brushes off all of Reader’s attempts at sibling bonding.

All this goes on for a few months.

Reader tries so hard to get close to everyone, but they’re either avoid them, ignore them, are cruel, or they just don’t have the time.

Reader’s life in Gotham is… different.

Reader’s a commodity, and, surprisingly enough, most people like Reader

School Friendships form, which reader worries are because they’re a Wayne child

(Which is true, but not in the way Reader thinks; hint: it involves other types of night avians)

Teacher’s appreciate a humble Wayne (Damian goes to the same school, Reader is a relief to teach)

Reader is quite talented, not a prodigy, not extraordinary. Just extremely approachable.

But, like all good things there is a downside.

Reader wants to spend time with their new friends.

They’re invited to Galas, lunches, brunches, vacations, shopping, etc.

And Reader WANTS to go

But, Bruce won’t let them

It’s not safe

(Which Reader understands, that’s why they never really explore Gotham, but still brunch couldn’t hurt, right?)

So Reader has no one to lean on or connect with. It’s isolating.

Instead Reader spends hours talking on the phone to their old friends and family back in their small town.

There’s a silver lining though: Things are going to get better before they get worse

So much worse

[maveras-posts]

Hello. Can you write yandere art the clown headcanon ? Pleaseee🥺

I love clown🤡

You asked my child and you shall receive so:

Art teh Clown YANDERE

Yandere Art Will INCLUDE:

Art first laid eyes on you in the street after that he stalked you and watched your life from afar

Art gets this crazed look and smile on his face when he starts thinking about you. It terrifies victims more…

Be careful of who you talk to he is extremely jealous, you’ll turn on the tv just to see a news report of the poor soul who was in your presence

Seriously you’ll hear an angry horn ✨HONK✨of disappointment

He once destroyed a squishmallow because you said it was cute (bro tried to patch it when you cried it made it horrifying to look at but you kept it)

When you finally are allowed to go out don’t be fooled he knows everything!

Art keeps a schedule he follows to know your steps everyday

When he finally gets you, he spoils you with gifts and treats (it can be overwhelming)

He took you and locked you up for months

He brought you all the things he saw you liked (totally didn’t dig through your house 🥴)

A part of him felt guilt of taking you from your life (I mean the mofo is out at night doing ✨ClOwN Tingz✨)

When he finally let you go he was shocked to see you comeback with bags to stay with him

You ended up enjoying his company and attentiveness Toats not stockho— (Art shut me up on that one😨)

He takes your socks bruh—

Art has even taken a lock of your hair, he loves anything that reminds him of you

Art will cover you in bites and hickeys to show others your his

May or may not have carved “ART” on your thigh 🫢

He’s gonna use his strength against you too, be prepared to be thrown around like a ragdoll

Basically show your devotion to Art and he’ll let you be ✨FREE-ish✨

At the end of the day he’ll be mainly concerned that you’re safe and stay his only (please don’t fight his love it will upset him)

[maxiscoolongg]

PATRICK HOCKSETTER HEADCANNONS

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☆ Lets bfr yall probably became friends because you were tutoring him on math because he is failing in school😭😭

★ like the teacher would pull you and Patrick aside after class and be like "Y/n you are going to be tutoring Patrick" you were stuned tbh

☆ Patrick however was really happy or something. When you guys were tutoring he kept asking questions about you.

★ You guys got surprisingly close.

☆ He gives you so much nicknames😭 (Ex: doll, dollface, pretty, darling, peaches)

★ he is really affectionate like REALLY affectionate.

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You were at your locker getting your books for next period until you felt to hands go into your hoops of your shorts you giggled a little as you said "Hello pat" you said sweetly. That same sweet voic that made him fall in love with you "Hey dollface, I was thinking we watch a movie at your house?" He asked as his hands traveled to your waist as his head went onto your shoulder as you looked at him "Mm.. Maybe, I have dance after school" you said as you turned around

"Awh, come one can't you just skip one class, prettyface" He said flirty "I guess I can, but if my mom yells at me I will blame you" You said smiling a tiny bit as he smirked.

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☆ He was the one who confessed to you for sure.

★ he LOVES watching horror movies.

☆ He for sure loves scream (Pretened it was released then)

★ Loves the way you get closer to him everytime a murder scene pops up

☆ If you don't flinch he love if you rant about it.

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You guys were watching a movie and a murder scene popped up, he looked at you a little as you got closer in fear he watched as your brows came together as the character made a stupid decision "Oh my God!- she is so stupid! Why wouldn't she run the other way!" You yelled as he chuckled a little. He ADORED the way you ranted about movies he loves it so much.

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★ Loves your lips, thighs, waist, ass,

☆ Definitely whispers stuff in your ear during school like ge would wishper stuff to make you laugh or to make you flustered

★ Your scared of the Bowers gang. Without a doubt, they are nice to you (Vic is the nicest) but still. You are friends with the losers and the keep telling you about them but you say "They're nice to me though!"

☆ Patrick definitely stalks you and takes pictures without permission. He loves the pictures of you drawing in class,

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YANDERE PATRICK HC

♡ you thought the relationship was all lovey dovey? No way.

♥︎ this man is so fucking overprotective, to the point its not even funny anymore

♡ if your asking me bro probably started stalking you in the 6th grade💀🙏🏻

♥︎ anyway, he probably planned the whole tutoring thing cause believe it or not he is actually probably really smart.

♡ teachers are SCARED of patrick, bro can practically get anything he wants so be careful my guy.

♥︎ If your hanging out with one of friends? Nope. Not any more! Patrick can keep you company,

♡ loves and I mean LOVES when he takes photos of you when you don't know, like bro will definitely pull a Johnathan byers and take photos of you changing. Not even kidding.

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"I'm going to bed night ma!" You said to your mom as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked in your room closing the door behind you as you walked to your closet and took off your top to grab a pajama shirt

"God.." Patrick whispered from outside of your window, he was far but not the far, he was far enough you couldn't see him. He took a quick photo and almost chocked on his breath when he saw you bare naked. "Fucking gorgeous, darling" he whispered to himself but then again towards you

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♥︎ bro is a sneaky mother fucker, steals everything.

♡ think a bracelet of yours looks nice? His now. No he doesn't do it because he wants it, he did it because he thinks you looked good wearing it and now he wants it so he can have a piece of you on him.

(EDITED March, 31st 2023.)

THATS ALL I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[suiana]

Love your writing and saw that your requests were open, so I figured I’d give this idea a shot. I always see domineering and mean CEO yanderes, and I wanna see something a little new, so can you write a submissive and bashful billionaire CEO? I find it to be such a cute idea.

(I’m a new anon, hi, can I be Holocene anon?)

✎ yandere! CEO headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, clinginess, manipulation etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! CEO who's like a giant puppy. he's always so happy and smiley when he's with you, yet so extremely clingy and pouty when you don't look his way... oh yeah, he's also like your sugar daddy but that's not really important.

✎ yandere! CEO who always has a blush on his face whenever he's talking to you. he can't help it! even though he's the CEO of a giant company... he's just so afraid to mess up in front of you! you're his one and only after all :(

✎ yandere! CEO who's not really that tall and muscular. he's kinda feminine if you actually look at it but you still love him nonetheless. he's a pretty boy with a cute voice! not to mention his cute whines...

✎ yandere! CEO who is always clinging to you. hanging by your arm or an arm around your waist, you can be sure that you're having lots of physical touch with him around. even if you don't like it you have to deal with it. if you try to remove his arm or scoot away he'll start crying again. doesn't matter where he's just going to burst into tears. it's actually kind of cute... the way his eyes water and his cheeks turn a light pink...

✎ yandere! CEO who always tears up and gets on his knees whenever you try to leave him. begging you as fat tears roll down his soft cheeks, asking you to stay with him... he's just so dramatic sometimes. it doesn't even matter where you're going! you could just be going to the store or the toilet and he'll still be this dramatic! and let's not even talk when you tried to break up with him that one time... bro literally locked you in your shared apartment and love bombed you for 3 days straight 💀

✎ yandere! CEO who always buys you anything and everything you want. it doesn't matter how expensive it is, he's already bought it and sent it to your shared apartment. you don't even have to say anything, just a simple glance at it and he's already asking the cashier to pack the item! you always sigh at this but if you try to tell him you don't want it he'll just start crying again.

✎ yandere! CEO who probably lays awake at 3am and asks you questions like 'would you still love me if I was a worm' or 'would you ever leave me'. he also cries if you tell him no or something.

✎ yandere! CEO who would do anything for you. you can do no wrong in his eyes and... you're his lifesaver, his lifeline, his everything. he can't live without you. he can't breathe without you. he'll die without you. so please-! stay with him! he'll give you the world if you ask! just don't leave him.

✎ "darling? darling... darling! are you ignoring me?"

[aphroditelovesu]

Heyaaaa, how are you, babe? Can we have a Yan!Platonic Nico di Angelo and Yan!Platonic!Percy Jackson with a daughter of Poseidon ‘reader’ (aka Ayane Ishikawa my OC XD), pretty please? They discussing who would be the best big bro to Ayane lol 🥺🥺

❝ 💀 — lady l: hii, babe! I hope you like it. It's a little short and very soft yandere, but it's more focused on their relationship, which, by the way, I'd love to hear you describe! 👀

❝tw: none, i think? just fluff and very soft yandere.

❝🌊pairing: platonic yandere!nico di angelo, platonic yandere!percy jackson x daughter of poseidon!reader.

❝word count: 850.

You loved your brothers. You really did. Percy was always protective and the comical relief you needed sometimes and Nico was sweet and protective of you too, but he was less controlling than Percy.

You sometimes found it funny how they were always fighting over you. Percy was really your brother but you considered Nico as your brother too. The son of Hades became attached to you the moment you, Percy, Annabeth and Thalia found him with Bianca at that school. His protectiveness only increased after his sister's death.

You loved them deeply. You would be willing to die and kill for them and you knew the feeling was mutual. But sometimes.... They were a little too much to deal with and you liked having a moment alone, something that since your arrival at Camp Half-Blood had become almost impossible.

You remembered your first day at Camp Half-Blood. Percy was excited to show you everything, from Thalia's Pine Tree to the Big House. Nico, on the other hand, seemed more reserved when you first met, but you knew he was only concerned about ensuring your safety. The first days were full of adventures and discoveries, but also a lot of responsibilities and hard training.

There were days when everything seemed like a whirlwind. The missions, the training, the council meetings... Percy and Nico were always by your side, but sometimes, you missed a moment of peace. A moment of your own.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling workout, you decided you needed some time to yourself. Leaving a simple note for Percy and Nico – "I'm fine. I need some time alone. I'll be back soon." – you ventured out of Poseidon's cabin. You walked into the forest near the camp, a place where the sounds of nature offered a welcome solace from the chaos of the camp.

You found a small clearing, lit by the afternoon sun. You sat down on a fallen log, taking a deep breath and letting the calm surroundings wash over you. It was the first time in weeks that you could hear your own thoughts.

The only company was the dryads and some satyrs looking for these dryads. You smiled as a dryad waved at you and turned into an oak tree.

As you were lost in your reflections, remembering peaceful moments before your life turned into a whirlwind of battles and quests, conflicts with gods, and your relationship with your divine father, you heard a faint rustling in the leaves. You looked around, your heart racing a little, but you relaxed when you saw that it was just a curious squirrel. You just hoped your brothers weren't spying on you like they had many times before.

Time passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun began to set. You knew it was time to go back. Although you loved your brothers and the camp, you knew that these moments of solitude were essential to maintaining your sanity. You stood up, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever came next. And you knew that what would come next would be a whirlwind of questions from your brothers.

When you returned to the cabin, Percy and Nico were waiting for you, with mixed expressions of concern and relief. Percy was the first to speak, ''Are you okay?! We were worried.''

You smiled as you saw the concern in Percy and Nico's eyes, and realized how much they truly loved you, "I'm fine, really.'' You replied, trying to reassure them. ''I just needed some time to think.''

Percy sighed, clearly relieved. "We understand, but next time, give a little more notice, okay? We almost set up a search of the entire camp."

Nico, who had remained silent, finally spoke up, ''We know you need time for yourself, but you're important to us too. We want to make sure you're safe.'' There was an intensity in his voice that showed how seriously he took his responsibility to protect you and you knew that this responsibility, this protection came from a pain that he would always keep within himself.

You nodded, understanding their concern, ''I know, and I appreciate that. I promise I'll let you know better next time.''

As if there will be a next time.

That night, instead of going out for another training session, the three of you decided to spend time together, just talking and laughing. Percy told funny stories about his first days at Camp Half-Blood, while Nico, a little more reserved, shared some memories of his childhood with Bianca.

You loved them and you knew it. But they tended to become increasingly overprotective when you decided to leave without warning. They hated it when you did that. Were you that naive? The camp might be safe but they didn't trust the other demigods and gods. Nico and Percy that night, after you fell asleep, made an oath to each other.

You wouldn't go out alone anymore. And they would be sure that you would obey that. It's not like you really have a choice.

[koiiiji]

being IT gurls with Eugene/Yoojin.

like imagine you have no idea about workers organization (bruh even if you do know you think you have choice? this bro gives huge yandere vibes), you just have been friends since childhood and he us such a gossip girl with you. that nights when you two stay at his place, he leaves all his chairman duties for Mandeok and you two sharing just nastiest tea about everyone!! btw you gossip about sammys bonkers 💯💯💯

ꢾ୧ your sleepovers are exclusive, no one are allowed (Yoojin are jealous)

ꢾ୧ he took the best pictures of you, you would never have better new profile picture if it’s not Yoojin

ꢾ୧ you give each other that light cheek kisses every time you meet and have small hug as greeting and goodbyes!!! it's essential!! if you haven't gave him that small hug, placing your hands on his shoulders while his palms are a little bit lower on your waist than it should be, he won't let you go!!

ꢾ୧ you two kinn regina george!!! and he definitely judging your partner choice like umpire Kim - uew this is so cringe. guilty. again, if you don’t understand - Yoojin are jealous.

ꢾ୧ if you want to eat something, whole restaurant are booked and no other people are around, only two of you nasty rats keep gossiping about your ex classmate horribly done liposuction, how that boy from your class already married.. prob because he knocked up that girl from other class, ohh and do you remember that teacher you had on math classes? he is doing some questionable pyramid scheme now… oh oh and that guy who took eugene company when he just came? his boobs are hu-

ꢾ୧ you are his dear friend, there is no other scenario why he would let you stay at his place, having sleepovers together to watch scream queens, american horror story and old episodes of keep up with the kardashians (Chris is his kinn, fight this opinion)

ꢾ୧ all in all 10 nasty gossip rats out of 10, you vibe together as long as you are sweet and loyal to him and not part of any gangs - again Yoojin is jealous, you can be only his dear slay queen bestie

[shini--chan]

Bro BRO consider this——- Prussia and England sharing a darling??? The s/o is doomed fr

Yeah you are right. Best hope they get in a cat fight and escape while they are distracted.

Yandere Relationship Sheet - Prussia vs England

Trigger warnings: death, murder, torture, abuse

Candidate A - 1p! England (Arthur Kirland)

Arthur Kirkland being the personification of England as well as a global empire, depending on the time period, would be a handful to deal with on his own. In total, you would be allowed to enjoy the tender mercies of a cantankerous, possessive and self-righteous man. He would be prone to lecturing you, to correcting your behaviours and nitpicking on you. Of course he would be drawn to you and in love with you, but raw diamonds have to be cut and polished to achieve true beauty. He would view you in a similar manner - with innate value and in need of his help to unlock your true potential. 

Your consent or say-so in the matter would be duly noted and completely irrelevant at the end of the day. Arthur knows best, after all. As such, you would do well to heed his every whim and each tiny scrap of advice. Also, with you being such a treasure, he would be most inclined to keep you all for himself. Other people would just mar your brilliance with your grimy paws and idiotic ideas. Besides, you would be best kept with somebody who would see your true worth and appreciate you for it, no?

On the flip side, he would be possessive and wouldn’t bother to hide it most of the time. You would be there to please him, a priceless possession as well as his plaything to use and abuse as he would please. With you, he would be able to shrug off all the restrictive societal expectations and norms and indulge his darker side. Who would be able to stop him. 

Candidate B - 1p! Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)

Gilbert Beilschmidt would be strict and stern, a weathered marine commander to Arthur’s devilish Trade Company governor. Nevertheless, thinking that Gilbert would be easy to deal with would be wrong, completely wrong. He would have his own issues, and his pride and his stubbornness. The former knight would certainly loath to lose to some pretender and would be very willing to commit violence. It could be said that Gilbert would be the more hands-on type of man compared to Arthur. Additionally, while Arthur would be willing to dote on you to an extent, be it out of love, to impress you or for some other reason, Gilbert would force you to adopt the same spartan lifestyle that he would favour. No amount of begging or favours would get you.

While he wouldn’t be as manipulative and condescending and cunning as Arthur, he would be harsh and unforgiving at times. No exceptions to the rules would be made and he would be less inclined to underestimate you, contrary to Arthur. Come to him with the sword, and you would be defeated with the sword. Should you rebel against him, then he wouldn’t always handle you with the kid gloves on. Consequently, some punishments and even overall treatment of you, would be downright brutal. Playing into that, he would be less inclined to ease up on his harsh treatment on you if he’d see you’d suffer

While he would have his buttons, he wouldn’t be the sort to fly off the handle. If he’d want certain results, then he’d maybe exaggerate particular emotions. Yet most of the time he would be in control. A side effect to this would be that you’d be unable to pull at his heart strings. As for his obsession with you - that would be vetted, certified and rationalised, so you wouldn’t be able guilt-trip or shame him into letting you go.      

Realisation - How would they react to each other?

Badly. Even though there would be a lot of parallels between the two of them, and even a handful of similarities, they wouldn’t get along well. The devil really is in the details here. Arthur would be a hopeless romantic, in Gilbert’s eyes, as well as a greedy, dishonest fool. Every word that Arthur would say would be weighed against a wagon-load of salt and every action would be seen as being fueled by ulterior motives. Furthermore, he would find immense distaste in Arthur’s proclivity for luxury. The Englishman would also be far too soft with you from his point of view, and the fact that he would treat you like a porcelain doll would be unforgivable. 

Meanwhile, Arthur would be of the opinion that Gilbert has a stick in his ass. When it would just be the two of you, then he would make an absolute mockery of Gilbert, imitating him in an exaggerated way after dinner and making snarky remarks at every other opportunity. To him, Prussia would have no grasp of actual politics or how the world really works. Furthermore, Arthur would see him as a barbarian for treating you like some toy soldier, when you should be treated with more care. While you might be in need of a hard hand to correct your failures, the manner with which Gilbert would expose you to hardship would be ridiculous to him. 

When put together, the tension would often be so thick that it could be cut with a knife. They would constantly be sniping at each other and bickering. In their tamer moments, they would behave like an old married couple, and in the case that matters would escalate and they would shoot/stab each other. The tricky part here would be that while they would dislike one another, it wouldn't be loathing and they can stand being around each other. If there'd be no better company, then they would huddle together over beer and talk about philosophy and metallurgy. So, they can cooperate, if only with mutual animosity and unspoken rules and snide remarks. 

Battleground - How would they fight each other?

Both of them wouldn't want to confront the other directly - it would just be so messy. Messy both in a physical and an emotional sense - blows and words would be traded and if they'd find themselves immersed in their ire then the fight would go on for hours. It would be as horrible as it would be fascinating to watch. They could be duking it out in a manor, the weapons and the antiques lying around would be used liberally. One could think that they would be re-enacting a battle with how they would conduct themselves … if it weren’t for their willingness to shed each other’s blood. All in all, it would be a fight that authors could only dream of putting into words. 

That being said, they could both be far more subtle. Either you, or some other unfortunate third party would be used as a chess piece against the other. Prussia would do his best to educate you in various forms of combat and tactics, if only so that you could give Arthur a black eye once. Gilbert might even decide to teach you how to wield a sword. While you surely wouldn't win against Arthur in a fair fight, it would make the latter's life a whole lot more difficult. He’d also teach you how to cope with the elements and live off the land, just so that you could make prissy Arthur stumble about a marsh or desert. England would do his best to make you well-read on romantic literature, and try to mold you into being cunning. Through long talks before head, he would do his best to convince you that lying isn’t abhorrent, and that Gilbert deserved to be fooled in every possible way. 

Naturally, there would also be the moments where they would have to interact with one another. Imagine them as a couple going through a divorce, and then you’d have a pretty accurate picture of how they would be with another. Constant arguments over how you should be treated and handled and fed and clothed and how many freedoms you ought to have. They’d try to use you to prove their points and brag about the sort of affection you’d give them. Since they would constantly be fighting to a minor degree, you might be able to play them against each other. 

Treaty - Could they agree on a truce? Would they even team up at any point?

Jep, they would be able to. Some obstacles would be too insurmountable to overcome alone, yet together they would be manageable. If a third person/group were to thwart their carefully laid plans, then they would team up to reach a shared goal. Surprisingly, they would have quite the synergy between the two of them; the bickering would never truly cease and yet the usual animosity would be redirected to the bigger concern. 

Other than that, they would actually find themselves agreeing on the one or other thing when it would come to you like punishments and the rules that you should abide by. Playing them out against each other would only work to a certain degree, since they would actually be on the same page on a handful of topics. You wouldn't be spoiled, or allowed to run completely wild. If you'd be particularly difficult, then those two would hold conference and plot to bring you down a few pegs. 

There would be a surprising third case where they'd be in tune - if you'd fall sick or be injured. Both of them would fuss over you, both scolding you for becoming ill/hurt and mother henning you the next moment. It would be the worst - if you wouldn't submit, then they'd tie you to your bed until you've made a full recovery. 

Victory - How would they proceed to obtain you all for their own?

Arthur and Gilbert, for all that they'd dislike one another, wouldn't be all that opposed to sharing you. Sure, there would be fights and disagreements, yet both would find joy and relief in using the other as emotional punching bags. If circumstances would dictate that they have to be cordial with each other in this relationship, then they'd very well snap somewhere down the road. 

Arthur would likely make a show of skullduggery. Furthermore, he'd be particularly motivated to be cunning by the fact that such dishonesty would piss Gilbert off massively, so much so that he wouldn't be able to act rationally. Backroom deals would be made, and Arthur would break many a promise that he'd made towards Prussia. He could orchestrate matters so that Gilbert would be called away, and then move and spirit you away along with him. Perhaps he would sic Austria onto Gilbert, and then beat Prussia down even further once the fighting had ceased. Or he could wait until the latter is injured or ill and then kill him, or bury him alive. In the case of this being a setting where they are immortal, this would only hinder his adversary temporarily, yet it would be enough. 

Gilbert, in contrast, would be far more thorough. He'd decide to hit two birds with one stone. Having you would likely just be an excuse on a long list of reasons he'd have for marching his army against Britain. Likely to recruit France, Spain or also the Nordic countries to his cause. Should he have to keep it personal, then he'd try to chop Arthur's head off while the latter would be bathing. After all, the Englishman would be most vulnerable in the bathroom, the one room where he wouldn't have any weapons stored

Reparations - Would they demand their opponent pay for their “misdemeanours”? 

With the whip and the sword in most cases. Arthur might even go as far as to poison Gilbert to get his point across. He could unleash some very unsavoury rumours in the world. Sabotage would be enacted, with Arthur even being petty enough to fill sugar in Gilbert's car or motorcycle tank. He also wouldn't be above putting itching powder in a uniform or two. Also, he would be well aware of the other’s distaste for Romantic literature. Guess who would be read mushy Victorian novels for days on end. Additionally, he would place a stuffed animal in Gilbert’s quarters to freak him out. 

Gilbert would challenge his opponent to a duel, or also mix gunpowder in his food. Small explosives would be placed under the bed or some of Arthur's beloved stuffed animals would be missing. On occasion, he would even go as far as to put England through Zersetzung, in order to crush his soul a little bit. That, or he would aid one of the colonies in executing a successful rebellion. Though, he needn't go so far. He could make England's life very difficult in simple moves that would rip away all the modern day luxuries Arthur would cherish. The hot water would be switched off, and the electricity cut.

[2-dsimp]

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𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕊𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕫𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟. 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖.

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕤’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪. 𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 ��𝕠𝕒𝕩 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕡 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕥.

𝕌𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔸𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕡𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟.

ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣. 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕣. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕦𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕚𝕫𝕫 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕤'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕨. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕜. 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

[lilys0evil0twin]

Hii!

I wanted to ask if you could do Yandere Loki (SNV) nsfw headcanons

The froggy? Oh u bet I can do this genocidal froggy

Since Loki's range of abilities is still unknown, I took a major inspiration from Marvel's Loki

Loki is a trickster, a playful creepy little shit

Constant jokes at random times and random occasions, creepy comments and stares that may or may not genuinely frighten you

Oh also, if you're scared or uneasy in either of the other gods' presence, expect Loki to burst into your home in their form

Now if I say this man is creepy, I mean this bastard is creepy, he's out there to scare you and everyone around you

You want to spend time without him? Ok no problem love<3 but he'll be there, hiding in the shadows watching your every move, thinking of the best way to dispose of your company.... Once and for all

In sex he's the same, you know that type of a guy that you see in the public transport, the one that gives off this unpleasant vibe, the one you just wanna get away from?... ya that's Loki showing affection

Now imagine this feeling from a guy that is holding you down while pounding you senseless

Loki loves bondage, you or him it doesn't matter, one of you will end up tangled in his chains

Next he likes to laugh.... A lot, degradation is part of this

Loki likes to experiment, taking on different forms (animals and people alike), trying different positions mostly the impossible and slightly uncomfortable ones

Doesn't necessarily have to be the dominant one nor on top all the time

If you want he can change his gender or make multiple projections of himself

Is down for pegging

Flashing you those creepy frog smiles from behind while you're on your knees, back pressed against his front, his hand holding you by your neck in place

Bro is a moaner, may or may not whimper if you're going for little longer

Loki uses sex as punishment, so don't make him angry if you wanna walk

You don't know this from me but, Loki wants to impregnate you so badly, because once you're pregnant with his child you'll have no reason to leave him

Loki is the type to be allowed to have flings but you are not, you are his and that's final

Loki is really toxic, you are allowed to meet other gods but it will cost them their life (if they're some low class ofc, but is not afraid to jump into stronger gods)

[lady-lauren]

Heaven in Hiding

↣ Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader

↣ Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

↣ Word Count: 5.7k

↣ Warnings/Tags: modern college au, step-big bro!Rengoku, stepcest, a very slight yandere tone, a bit of enemies to lovers, use of “darling” and “good girl”, cuddling and flirting, the smut comes quickly because I can’t help myself, oral (fem!receiving), facesitting, hair pulling, a little biting/marking, unprotected rough/passionate sex, small belly bulge, creampie

↣ A/N: I’m not sorry. I needed to get this out of my system. I love this man and I have been a god damn emotional rollercoaster with this series, okay? He’s such a good big brother and I can’t stand it. 😭

Kyojuro takes delight in being a big brother. He’s a protector and provider by nature. So, when his father remarried, the union bringing a darling new step-sister into the fold, he found renewed pride and purpose in acting as your big brother.

Even though you don’t need a big brother—you’ve told him this a thousand times, insisted that since you’ve always been on your own, you can handle yourself. You’re only two years younger than him, a sophomore to his senior in college.

You’re independent, which Kyojuro appreciates. But you’re so pretty and always so alone. Alone at parties, smiling in the corner, fending off boys with impure intentions. Alone at the library, working tirelessly toward your degree. Alone in your apartment, sleeping in empty sheets.

He can’t stand the thought of you being alone. You need him. You’re a moon without a sun.

So Kyojuro determines the only way for you to let him in completely is to give you what all pretty, lonely girls desire—to be fucked stupid.

“Hello!” he announces at your door late on a Saturday night. He’s not surprised that you slam the door in his face upon recognizing his golden hair and flaming voice.

Persistent, he knocks again, telling the seam of the door that he’s brought food.

It takes a few moments, but your door creaks open again, slowly, hesitantly, as if you’re afraid he’s just going to rush inside. He does.

“Finals are just around the corner and I wanted to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

As he takes purposeful steps toward your kitchen, Kyojuro takes note of your apartment. Everything is clean, cute. There are scented candles burning and he can smell the remnants of a hot shower, steam and hints of vanilla and rose swirling in the air. Your television is paused on some Netflix show, a cozy blanket half strewn over the couch. Good, you’re indulging in self-care.

“I’m doing just fine on my own, thanks.”

“And that’s the problem!” He pulls fresh, hot food from the paper bag he’s brought as he speaks, setting containers of potato miso soup—of course he would bring you his favorite, you deserve nothing less—and various other comforting snacks on your countertops. “You don’t have to do everything on your own when you have me.”

You follow him to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. You weren’t prepared for company, only dressed in a pair of soft shorts and a tank-top with no bra. He notices how you’re covering yourself, pressing your tits down and out of sight, hiding the sight of hard nipples. You’re alluring in the soft light; all smooth, dewy skin and sensual curves that would make any man weep.

“Thanks,” you sigh, “and sorry about trying to shut you out. I’m just not used to having a…a brother, or whatever you are.”

“Well, I’m happy to show you what big brothers are for.”

Even as you both sit to eat, you eye him like you don’t trust him. The problem is that you don’t know him. Even after a few years of being family, you’ve never given him the time of day to show you who he really is, how caring he is. Which is why he’s determined to sink beneath your skin tonight, open you like a parched flower to rain.

“You really don’t have to stay,” you mumble over a spoonful, still watching him with catlike perception.

“Why? Did you have other plans?” He looks around dramatically, long hair swishing as he makes the point.

“Kyojuro…I like being alone. It’s addictive, in a way. I like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. And I appreciate that you want to be some heroic big bro, but I don’t need you to do that.”

“Don’t you get lonely?” he says with a heavy knife’s edge of sincerity. The words slice through the calm and make you bristle.

“Everyone gets lonely. It’s human nature.”

“Well, you don’t have to be lonely,” he stands to begin cleaning, stopping next to your chair to pat your head softly. “Not with me around.”

He keeps his palm on your head for a moment longer, making you look up at him through your lashes with a concoction of emotion. Anger is present, anger that he’s here, once again attempting to push into your life. But there’s also a hint of adoration, a welling shine that gives him hope.

For you, it’s hard not to be sucked into the gravity well that is Kyojuro Rengoku. He’s blazing warmth and heartfelt smiles, with an eccentricity that is equal parts curious and lovable. He’s the promise of comfort, an assurance of safety. He’s big and strong and far too handsome for his own good—every girl at your university wants him and it’s hard not to fall prey to his blunt charm.

But you’ve always found solace in yourself, only ever trusted yourself. It’s hard to put your trust into anyone, even someone with such a pleasing disposition.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” There’s no question as to whether you want to do such a thing and spend more time with him. It’s a given for him. You’ve let him in, so now he’s going to stay.

“I’m not picky,” you rummage around the kitchen as he slinks into the living room, “just put on whatever you want.”

When you’ve taken enough time to steel yourself, taking deep breaths to calm your shot nerves of your expected alone time being overtaken, you return to him.

Kyojuro has taken residence on your small couch, stout legs spread across the cushions. He’s big in your space, muscular and barrel-chested as one arm hangs across the back of the couch. Like you, he’s casual tonight, gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt with the Slayer University emblem on his chest.

With a beaming, almost sheepish smile, he pats his stocky thigh in invitation.

“No,” you hiss.

“Oh, come on! I bet you haven’t had a good, old-fashioned cuddle in a long time.”

The startled look on your face confirms his thoughts.

He’s perceptive, it’s what has made him a great college athlete. He knows you well enough to be aware that you’re no fumbling virgin; you prefer one-night stands, in and out sexual gratification with no messy strings of feelings wrapped around your heart. But that means when it comes to gentle, caring human contact, you’re absolutely touch-starved. He wants to give you what no one else can—the warm, comforting embrace of a brother.

Like an offering, he holds his hand out to you. Palm up, big fingers barely curved and beckoning come here.

You mumble something under your breath, some curse against god, but you take his hand anyway.

Your bodies meld together easily. Your softness melts against his muscles, your ass settling between his spread thighs and your legs draping over one of his. Enthusiastically, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and squishes your cheek against his plush chest.

“See? This is nice!” He beams, proud and loud and practically stewing in happiness.

Shifting a bit to find comfort, you settle on having your hands against his chest, his steady heart beating against your fingertips, ringing in the ear he’s trapped against him.

“Yeah,” your voice is muffled against his brawn, “it’s alright.”

It’s more than alright. Kyojuro can feel the tension in your shoulders fade as he runs his fingers along your arm, up and down, back and forth, a gentle sweeping of touch. You sink deeper into him as he scrolls aimlessly through the streaming platform, nuzzling your head against his chest. You’re quiet, but that’s alright. He just wants you to feel comfortable and realize that you’re safe with him.

He decides on something simple to watch, some nature documentary he’s already seen before as background noise. He doesn’t care what plays; all his attention is set on you.

Fingertips trail up your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw. He expected you to squirm a bit, perhaps protest, but you are content to just curl up against him and hum.

“Feel good?”

“Mhm, yeah. Guess I could get used to this.”

Kyojuro takes the initiative of pulling you in even closer, big hand dipping to your waist and shoving you against his body. His fingers spread wide, his thumb presses against the fat of your breast, his middle finger curving against the underside. His instincts tell him to squeeze, but he presses his teeth together and flexes his jaw to stop himself.

You’re not naive. Your senses are on high alert being pressed against his big, warm body, and you’re acutely aware of his touch against your breast. Instead of slithering away from him, you coil yourself against him tighter. One of your hands slides up his chest, wrinkling his soft t-shirt as your fingers come to rest on his neck, right at his pulse.

“Kyo…” you whisper, turning your cheek to look up at him. He stares down at you a little too intently, honey and ruby eyes waiting, watching. “Why did you come here tonight?”

“To be a good big brother,” he answers immediately.

“So good little sisters just get food and cuddles? Nothing else?” You’re teasing him, one of your manicured nails tapping at the side of his full lips.

He’ll give you whatever you want, whatever it takes to open you to him, let him be part of your life, part of you.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Name it, and it’s yours.”

His heart is pounding in his ribcage as you move in his lap, straddling his waist. Your tits press against his chest, your cunt nestled against the ridge of his hardening cock that he can’t keep hidden in his sweats.

You play with the long hair that frames his face, twirling red tips between your fingers.

“We really shouldn’t…”

Your lips brush against his, just out of reach, hips rocking against him.

“But we definitely should, right?”

“We tell no one,” you warn.

“Our little secret.”

He takes the initiative, running his hot hands up your sides, feeling every dip and curve as he settles his palms on your tits. Thumbs roll over your already hard nipples, bushy eyebrows pulling up in delight as you give him your first moan.

One hand drags to your face, thick fingers squishing into your cheeks as he pulls your mouth closer to his.

“Let me show you what big brothers are for, darling.”

His kiss is like fire, all consuming, powerful. He slides his tongue into your mouth without prompting, cock growing fully hard when you respond in earnest. Your hands cup his face as you moan into his mouth, tongue tangling with his as you grind into his lap. He wanted you to be enthusiastic, but this—this is heaven.

Just a few touches and you’re already melting to his flames, ready to be burned.

He knew such a pretty, lonely thing just needed to be fucked. And he’ll fuck you just right, in all the ways you’ve ever desired. That’s what he’s here for—to provide in all the ways no other man can.

“Off,” you whisper into his mouth, fingernails plucking at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He breaks away from you for just an instant, grabbing his shirt behind his neck and ripping the fabric away from his heated skin. He does the same for you, tossing your tank top over your head so your tits can spill out in front of his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he says in quick reverence, leaning forward to lick one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands are rough, one gripping into your ribs and pushing you down into the couch cushions while the other kneads into the flesh of the breast in his mouth.

You moan and squeak at his actions, making room for him to settle between your spread legs. His weight is so heavy between your thighs. He feels like passion, like a promise.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” he asks rather sternly, spit dripping from his lips as he moves from one breast to the other.

You flush hot; he can feel how your skin reacts to him.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

As his teeth delicately scrape against your nipple, he flashes his eyes up at you over the curve of your tits. You know exactly what he means.

“I…” you trail off, suddenly bashful even as you press your pussy closer to him, finding relief by rubbing your dampening folds against the hard ridge of his cock.

Kyojuro mumbles your name into your skin, “How do you make yourself cum?”

The question is genuine. He needs to know. He wants to know how to please you, he wants to know if you really do take care of yourself.

“Oh god,” you groan and throw your arm over your eyes, whimpering as he takes your tits in both hands and squeezes. “I…fuck, I have toys.”

“Do you? What kind?” He trails his mouth lower, relishing how your hips buck one last time, searching for his cock, as he moves himself down your body.

“I—” you suck in a deep breath as he hooks his fingers in your sopping little shorts, tugging the material down your thighs. “I h-have a vibrator, but mostly I j-just use a big dildo. I…I like to feel full.”

“I’ll make you feel full, darling. I promise.”

He spreads you open, one of your legs dangling off the couch and the other propped against the back cushion. Your pussy is already sloppy, slick and wet in anticipation of him. He shoves his golden head between your thighs, using his thumbs to spread apart your folds and just look at you. You’re perfect—such a perfect little step-sister indeed.

“It’s amazing how wet you are for me.” The praise makes you mewl, hips wiggling as one of your hands tangles in his long mane of hair. He can feel your temptation to tug him closer, nails pressing into his scalp.

But the sight of your plush thighs spread wide gives him such a tempting thought, one he can’t deny.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He pulls himself away from you, big shoulders rolling as he sits up onto his knees. He rubs his drooling, aching cock through his pants at the sight of you spread naked below him.

“But you were already right there,” you huff and sit up, shooting him that angry glare he loves so much.

“I know, I know,” he grins, “but I want your thighs smothering me. So, sit on me fully, yeah? No hovering.”

You nod in agreement as he sits on the floor, laying his head back and flat against the cushions, thick neck tilted back. You don’t hesitate to throw your leg across his pretty face, letting his lips ghost along your skin as you settle your hips above him. He locks his brawny arms around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth.

He groans in ecstasy as your weight presses down against him, your pussy sweet against his lips as he takes his time to flatten his tongue and draw one long, hot stripe through your folds.

Immediately his eyes flare open, catching your gaze from up above.

“Fuck you’re…tasty.”

His face feels too good smothered between the flesh of your thighs, lips and tongue hungry within your folds. Strong hands are careful not to bruise your skin, pulling your weight farther down onto his face until he’s drowning in you.

Your head hangs low as jolts of white-hot heat spread from where his mouth is working at you, playing with you, tongue painting long, broad strokes up and down your pussy. Your thighs begin to shake and he takes it as a sign of triumph, eagerly eating more and more. Your cunt is syrupy and hot, dripping down onto his tongue and his cheeks.

If he suffocated here and now, he’d die a happy man between your legs.

One of his hands falls to his lap, fisting at his dripping cock, red and angry and still begging for release against the blonde, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin and clothes as his cock bobs and twitches at the sounds of your moans. Quickly, he lifts his hips just enough to pull his cock free, hand wrapping around his throbbing skin to pump his shaft to the rhythm of his tongue inside of you.

“Oh, oh fuck,” you press your lips together, stomach pulling tight as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good, Kyo,” it is all a messy whisper, just hot air blown into the dimly lit room.

Your hips jerk and roll from his ministrations, bursts of pleasure spreading over your nerves like hot, rippling webs beneath your skin. His tongue presses against your tight hole, gathering the mess of your slick onto his tongue and drinking like a man parched.

His tongue soothes over you, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly. He wants you to savor this, to beg for him, beg for your big brother to let you cum on his face.

“Please,” your voice is wavering as his lips move against your folds, “p-please, suck my clit, make me cum.”

His cock twitches with every plea.

You double over in pleasure as he heads your plea, nails scraping into the couch as you cling on for dear life. His tongue swirls over your clit quickly and with fervor, tight circles to make your vision go blurry. He’s always been proud of how well he eats pussy, and he’s never enjoyed one more than yours.

He squeezes the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, letting his dick throb and pulse in anticipation of being inside your sweet cunt.

You’re getting closer to the edge with every curl of his tongue, the tip of it fast and hurried as he licks against your swollen clit. Kyojuro feels as if he is on fire and drowning all at the same time, lungs struggling to take in just enough air to keep himself above the surface of bliss.

The noises he makes are suppressed, being soaked up by your cunt. The vibrations from his mouth only add to your building delight, making your hips become more desperate. Continuous moans of your own spill down over your bodies, whimpers and a line of “please, please, please.”

He purrs into your flesh, “Who do you want to make you cum, darling? Say my name.”

Kyojuro can feel you sinking, each purposeful lick against your pussy sending you deeper and deeper into a pleasant abyss. His tongue is far too skilled; he knows exactly how to lap and kiss at you to keep your body shaking and wanting, all his attention centered around the tight bundle of nerves that has your belly tightening over and over again.

“Kyo–Kyojuro!” you all but scream, thighs pressing in closer to his head, his long hair sticking to the sweat of your skin.

“You can do better.”

The look on your face above him is priceless, nearly fucked out already and all you’ve had of him is his tongue.

“Fuck!” You squeeze your eyes closed as pleasure overtakes you, now riding his face as you chase your high. “Oh, oh Kyo, please, big brother please.”

Your orgasm spills onto his cheeks as you find your release, ecstasy blooming from where his mouth is still relentlessly licking between your folds. Your walls clench and unclench, looking for the fat cock that should be filling your needy cunt. Your sanity momentarily slips away, mind and body overwhelmed with the feeling of him, of your fucking step-brother between your thighs.

Then, you fall, chest pressing into the couch and hips lifting so you don’t actually crush Kyojuro’s pretty face beneath you.

Kyojuro laughs triumphantly as he slips from between your legs, wrapping you in his arms so you can cling to him in your post-orgasmic high. He pulls you back into his lap, grunting as your messy cunt brushes against his still aching cock.

“You’re so good,” he kisses your forehead, hand petting over your hair as you bury your face into his neck, “you’re such a good girl, you know that?”

He keeps you engulfed in his brawn as you whimper, naked chest pressed against his.

When you pull back to look at him, your eyes are blazing, full of passion that mimics his own.

“I need you inside me, Kyo,” you whisper, pulling his lips down to yours for a sloppy kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth, nails gripping into his muscles.

“Your wish is my command!” He beams with pride as he stands, throwing your naked body over his shoulder as he kicks off the rest of his pants and marches for your bedroom.

“Kyo!” You cough at his broad shoulder pressing into your stomach. “We could’ve just fucked on the couch.”

“Absolutely not!” He slams open your bedroom door with perhaps too much enthusiasm, the doorknob wailing against the wall. “Not when there’s a perfectly good bed to take you in.”

With his unparalleled strength, he easily manhandles you onto the bed, flipping you onto your hands and knees.

There’s no pause, no moment to breathe. Kyojuro is fast and sure with his movements, pulling you back by your hips and sinking you down onto his thick cock.

It’s hard for him not to just slam into you, his need for you seeping out of every pore and tensing every muscle. But he refrains, using you slowly, letting you sink back inch by inch on his throbbing cock.

The sound you make is divine, one of pure relief and satisfaction of finally being stuffed full. Your cunt sucks him in tightly, a wet vice clenching against the pulsing veins of his cock.

He groans as he finally bottoms out inside of you, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your pussy spread around him. You’ve finally let him in, let him break down your barriers and open yourself up to him in the most vulnerable of ways.

There is a warm burn from the way he stretches your pussy, sending your eyes rolling back as you suck in a deep breath. He stays still. He keeps himself sheathed deep inside of you, letting you feel the thickness of his cock, the heaviness of his thighs against yours.

“Better than your toys?” he asks, hands sliding up your sides to toy with your dangling tits, plucking at your puffy nipples.

“So much better, Kyo. You feel so fucking good.”

He cants his hips gently, pulling out just a bit before bullying back inside your depths.

“Yeah? You like feeling full with my cock inside you?”

Your head nods against the pillows, your hips wiggling back for more.

Kyojuro leans over your back as he grinds into your gummy core, kissing your shoulder blades and rocking against you. The need to protect, to provide, swells in his chest as you mewl for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, darling. Gonna take such good care of you, promise.”

Flaming hair falls into his face as he pulls back, hands anchoring to your hips. His appetite for you is raging hotter than any fire he has ever conjured in his soul; he is bewitched, the sinful arch of your back imploring him to go deeper, to forget any inhibitions and become enraptured by your body. But still yet, he wants to savor you, to etch the vision before him into his memory, to play the sweet professions your lips spoke earlier on repeat. Oh, big brother, please.

The mattress dips under his heavy weight, causing your knees to spread farther into the divots created by his wake. A strong hand steadies you, thumb petting over your backside with care. He begins a steady pace, eyes gleaming as he watches your ass cheeks bounce against the slap of his skin against yours.

Heavy balls smack against your clit, making your body twitch with little shocks of bliss with every thrust.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, “you feel so good wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight, all for me, right?”

“For you,” you choke out between plunges of his cock. “All for you, big brother.”

He knows you’re saying it just to turn him on—before tonight, you hardly ever called him brother, but now you’re far closer than two step-siblings ever should be. That thought makes him ache, heart pooling with pride.

He’s the best big brother, he can give you more happiness than anyone else.

One of his hands abandons your hip. His thick arm reaches forward and tangles in your hair, jerking your head back as he doubles down on his pace. Curses tumble out of your mouth now, free falling into the air and encouraging him to fuck you more recklessly. The fingers in your hair pull and tug gently, twisting and making you moan.

He’s rutting against you like you’re a bitch in heat, like the only thing that can bring you absolution is your step-brother’s cock. Your lust spills over into garbled moans of his name.

He pulls you up higher, leaning forward to capture your shoulder between his teeth. The bite is soft, just enough to mark you and make your body shiver from gentle pricks of pain. His body rocks against yours, over, and over, and over again. His cock rams so deep inside of you that he feels as if he’s fucking into your throat.

“You like getting fucked by big brother, yeah? Like how good I make you feel?” He growls into your neck, his hand on your hip still crushing you against him.

“Oh my god!” you cry out, hands flying to your breasts as you begin edging up the mountain of climax.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me in so tight, you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from my cock inside of you?”

His cock is unforgiving, plunging into you with reckless abandon as he keeps a tight pull on your hair. You feel so weak against him, so used by his massive body and hands, your cunt throbbing with every push of his cock, begging for release.

Every fresh plunge of his cock inside of you is wet, sloppy, squelching out into the darkness of your room.

Your bodies are passionate flames burning against each other, skin against skin and flesh into flesh. He’s mesmerized by you, how soft you are when you’re vulnerable, how your hands reach back for him and your nails scrape against his skin like you need him.

Kyojuro begins thrusting harder, more erratic than before. The lewd sound of your slick coating his cock gushes with every plunge. God, he feels so good, so full of passion above you, taking you like you truly belong to him, like he’s spoiling you rotten like every little sister deserves.

He lets go of your hair, your upper body falling back against the mattress. Your fingers twist in the sheets, your hips finding his rhythm and bouncing back against him with every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, Kyo, fuck don’t stop, please, wanna cum on your cock!” Your pleas are muffled by the pillows in your face.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers pressing against the delicate sides of your throat. You groan into the sheets at the feeling of his thick fingers pressing against your pulse. He can feel the power within his thighs as he slams into you, his cock buried so deep that he’s sure you will feel its ghost lingering within you for weeks to come.

Your sensitive clit aches from his balls barreling against you, your legs nearly crumpling from his weight behind you. He is wavering, coming close to the edge. His movements are slowing, finding that perfect pace to finally feel you come undone around him.

And then he finally feels it, the intoxicating suction of your cunt as you orgasm. The world stops for you as you scream his name over and over again, the milking compression of your pussy nearly enough to have him bursting his load inside of you. But he holds himself back, not ready to be done with you.

“You alright, darling?” He runs his fingers down your back tenderly, smiling as he feels the aftershocks of pleasure racing down your spine.

Your cunt flexes around him, clamping down like you’re sucking the last thread of orgasm into your body.

“God you’re so thick, Kyo. You h-have no idea how good you feel inside me, holy shit.”

He chuckles, slowly pulling his cock out of you, only to slam back in to hear you scream.

“Wanna watch your face as I fuck you,” he groans, pulling at your body and slipping out of you for only a moment before sliding back in again.

Your face is blissed out, lashes wet and lips swollen. He brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek as he begins a new pace, softer and deeper as he curls one of your legs against your chest.

“You still feel good? Cause you’re so fucking pretty like this, love watching you take my cock.”

He knows you’re a little too full, too fucked out to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every drag of your inner muscles. Keen, multicolored eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream with every push.

He won’t last long like this. Not with you whimpering, your hands pulling at his hair, bringing him down to kiss you like the world will end if you don’t taste him right this second.

“You’re mine to take care of you, know that, right?” he mumbles against your wet lips as you nod in earnest.

“God,” you groan as he pushes in deep, “you can take care of me any time, please god, as long as you make me feel this fucking good.”

Kyjuro sits back and hooks both of your knees over his strong arms, practically folding you in half as your hips roll back on the bed to take the power of his thrusts.

“No more shutting the door on me, yeah? Big brother can have you whenever he wants.”

“Yes, promise, promise.”

“Good girl. Can I cum inside you, darling?”

For a moment you look fearful, like the realization has just slapped in the face that your step-brother is just moments away from creaming inside your tight cunt. But quickly your attitude shifts, your hands moving to the backs of your thighs to help keep yourself spread for him.

“Please, Kyo, fuck wanna you feel you cum inside me. It’s all I want.”

Your affirmation makes his chest burn, like the sun is getting ready to burst within him.

He has you. You’ll never be alone again, you’ll always have your big brother beside you, inside you.

He finds the perfect pace, the one that has your walls sucking him just right, the tip of his cock curving against the spongy spot inside you that feels so fucking good. Your tits are bouncing with every push of his hips, your head thrown back against the pillows and his name on your lips like a permanent stain.

You’ve been his heaven in hiding, haven’t you? So close but just out of reach. But now he has you, and he’s never letting go.

From this angle, he can see his length inside you, just barely. He can see his cockhead deep in your belly, bulging every time he plunges deep inside you. Fuck, he’s inside you, making your cunt his, pleasing you so well you can barely speak.

Something primal kicks in his chest, in his brain, and he lets out a final, long groan as he comes undone inside of you. Hot streams of cum fill your tight cunt, spurting down the sides of his cock where your pussy clings to him. His thick cock twitches and throbs at the sight. You moan into the sheets, back arching at feeling so fucking full, so satisfied to have his cum spilling out down your thighs.

After a few moments of shameless staring, he pulls out of you with a hefty sigh.

You whine as you finally get to release your own legs, body stiff from being curled against his.

He falls to the crumpled bed beside you, glorious arms stretching above his head as the swirls of lust finally dissipate. He can hear his own heart thumping in his chest, a steady pitter-patter of hot rain cooling inside of him.

“Mhm, you’ve made quite a mess, Kyo.”

But you don’t seem to mind it, looping one of your legs around his even as cum continues to drool against your skin, sinking into your sheets.

“This isn’t a one-time thing,” he states bluntly, blowing hair out of his face. “You’re far too tasty not to eat again.”

You giggle, leaning over to where you can kiss him lazily, taking the time to really taste him.

“I wouldn’t think so. Family is for life, I suppose.”

His ears burn as you call him family, that prideful, protective feeling welling in his chest again.

“Any time you want me to take care of you, you just call me, okay?”

“I promise, Kyo.”

And he was right. All pretty, lonely girls desire to be fucked until they lose their minds. Even you. You start to call him just about every day, let him walk you to class, even smile when he teases and praises you instead of glowering. You’re his now, his perfect little-step sister, his best kept secret. 

Kyojuro couldn’t be prouder to be your big brother.

[killemwithkawaii]

Hello! I’ve been reading your stuff for almost a year now, and idk if your taking requests rn but do you think I could get headcannons of yan!Sal being your best friend and what that would consist of? If your able to of course. Also I love all of your work! I always come back to read it!

Aw yeah, gotta love some platonic yan~ 💖

Sal as your Yandere Best Friend (forever and ever and ever)-

[CW: Yandere, obsessive behavior, borderline stalking, self-sacrifice, emotional manipulation]

>Sal is extremely sociable and gets attached to people quickly. He’s likely to be the one to introduce himself to you and invites you to hang out with him and his other friends almost immediately. Once you guys click, you go from casual acquaintances to ride-or-die overnight. You’re pretty much stuck with him after that (he doesn’t take friendship lightly!) 🤝💙

>Constantly wants to hang around you, even if you’re not doing anything in particular, invites you along to pretty much everything, and shows up at your place unannounced for impromptu bro time. He just really enjoys your company! Because he's constantly asking what you're doing when he's not there, he knows your schedule and where you are pretty much at all times. He would feel very left out if you mention that you did something fun or important without him. (He covers it up well, ‘Oh, I’m glad you had fun! That sounds awesome, I’ll have to try that out/ go there sometime…’ but you can tell by his mood change that he’s upset about not being included 😞)

>Incredibly generous, always willing to do favors for you without expecting more than a ‘thank you’ in return, and is happy to go out of his way to help or please you. He will literally give you the shirt off his back, if it seems like you’re in need of it. After all, what are friends for? (He of course has his limitations, but you’d have to make some pretty preposterous requests for him to deny you something.) 🙇‍♂️

>Wants to do everything that you do. Take the same classes, join the same clubs, have the same hobbies, listen to the same music, and live in the same house as you, if he can manage it... He wants to appreciate what you’re all about, really get to know you on an intimate level and know who you are at your core. Doing all the same things is a great way to do that and an excellent way to spend more time with you, especially if he can get you to teach him a new skill or you both learn something new together. 🎨📸📚

>Very physically affectionate. He’s always down for a hug and likes to stay within close proximity (almost zero personal bubble, unless you make it very clear you need some space, which he will do his best to respect). He’s not keen on strangers getting to close to either of you, but you guys might as well be conjoined at the hip. 🤗

>Is quick to be your scapegoat and come to your defense. He’s great at lying and coming up with excuses to get the both of you out of trouble (or just get what you want), will always politely yet firmly speak up when you’re slighted, and he never lets anybody get away with being a jerk to you. Sal can be absolutely scathing when the situation calls for it! Assholes get roasted on the spot if they dare to mess with his BFF. (Be aware: He can take a punch, but he’s not much of a fighter, despite his willingness to get into physical danger for you. Don’t let things get too heated or you’ll have to help patch him up later.) 🩹

>Texts you often and at all times of the day because of his insomnia. If something reminds him of you, you’ll know about it. 💬

>Highly sentimental. He keeps receipts, tickets, photos, and other small mementos from the times you’ve hung out together and talks about those memories with a deep, rose-colored fondness.  🎫💭

>Always wants you to talk about your feelings (sometimes to the point of prying), loves it when you tell him your secrets, and plays therapist for you all the time. He delights in lending an ear when you want to vent and when he gets you to spill all those juicy personal details, especially the ones you haven’t really told anybody else about before. Letting him know those things about you means that you trust him enough to be vulnerable and that you two have a really strong bond. He’ll always be there for you, no matter what! ♾💙

[ijustwantogethigh]

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they/them or gn reader

tw :male!¡yandere behaviour, kindnapping , stockholm syndrome,isolation, white torture

i think that's all

may i do a Oc to this and make it a fic?

i will try, i promise😔

no image is mine, credit to the creators n' pinterest post's!

BRO, i had the most, dirtiest, mundane, horniest , horrendous degenerate... fantasy ever!! :

the reader as been locked up in a little room by his yandere!Model darling who is too obsess with them! and AND leave them in a white room with no Entertaiment ,no books, no switch to the lights to go dark, and NO HUMAN CONTACT!

not even him has the courage to go in the room with them...

you make him so nervous!

is the first time you see him, you are horrified,the months that has been passed since you walk in a hard surface were forgotten, and that makes your legs fail, you are on the soft floor of your squishy and white jail,looking at him with doe eyes wishing that he lifts you, you are...just too weak.

but he only looks at you, he start to panicking when you drag your body to his legs just to hug him...he is a nervous mess, he without talk, lifts you so you can´t escape, but you hug him, you don't want him to leave, he will go and never go back! you are desperate, before that interaction, he goes out, with his heart trying to go out of his chest, if you only were aware about the power you'd had on him...

he. be. RUIN.

he wants his Gorgeous one to go crazy, and slowly needy for attention and human comfort, he is completly sure that you're family don't search for you.

he just want to keep you safe!, he loves you he wouldn´t do anything to hurt you...or he will?

may you become a little crazy, wishing that you can be outside with the weirdo that keep you there, you only want company!!

he will not feel remorse of his actions, he needs you to go a lil' off so he can love you right!

his work it's being pretty, no one will know that he has the most gorgeous person closed in one of the various rooms of his mansion...

i am sorry i did my best, i didn't try to make like an Oc, i just saw a vid of a guy who lock himself on, in like, psychiatrist room, and all the stuff he did awake things on me, he wast always monitored by cameras and do a lot of stuff while there, makes me curious about how it feel being there,

[suiana]

https://www.tumblr.com/suiana/709693969100161024/yandere-idol-headcanons?source=share Begging on my knees and hands for their comeback fr 😭🙏

"thank you for coming to our meet and greet, see you soon~"

the male chirps as the final fan leaves his booth, finally signaling the end of the meet and greet. and as soon as the giant doors are shut, the male's smile falls, leaving him in only a scowl as he quickly whips out his phone.

"I'm so damned bored... could've been spending time with my baby but noooo-! this stupid manager told me to come here and do this stupid meet and greet-"

"dude stop complaining."

"shut up!"

the obsessed male groans as his group member rolls his eyes. seriously, this idol is always complaining and being a total baby whenever he isn't around you. it's gotten so annoying but they can't even do anything. why? because he's the member who brings in the most revenue! in fact he's the idol that brings in the most money in the company!

he nervously picks at his lip as he stares at the phone in his hand, waiting for you to pick up as he talks to himself.

"I miss them so much... need to hold their hand... hug them... bite them... ah I seriously miss them so much..."

the male mumbles as he waits for you to pick up, a pout on his features as the crew cleans up the meet and greet area.

"bro we need to go back to the company building-"

"you guys go back by yourself. leave me here... I'm hanging out with someone."

the rest of the group mates merely sigh and shake their heads before leaving the idol to his own thoughts as he happily chats with you. this man seriously knows how to change faces like changing clothes.

as he continues to talk to you, he quickly puts on a baseball cap and a face mask. he ignores his manager and walks out of the building, identity disguised as he talks to you as though you were his lover.

"I'll see ya later~ mwa mwa hehe~!"

and as he hangs up, he looks up the the sky happily. success! he had landed a date with you! alas not a real one yet but you two will get there sooner or later. hopefully it'll be willingly :3

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Had It Coming Part 4!?!?!?!!

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING SO HERE IT IS

Had It Coming Part 4 (Christian Cage x Female Reader/Hook's Sister/Jack Perry's Ex):

Summary: It seems that you and Christian are going strong. But how does that sit with your ex-boyfriend, Jack Perry?

Word Count: 2.3K (Please accept as an apology for being so late)

Supreme Speaks: thank you guys so much for supporting this series and showing it love. it really means a lot to me. okay, I ain't gonna waste your time any longer. Here is the anticipated part four of this series (it has a dark portrayal of Jack, you don't have to read if you're uncomfortable). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: DARK PORTRAYAL OF JACK (tw: obsessive, stalking, in the denial stage, borderline yandere vibes tbh), suggestive mentions, explicit language, proofread to the best of my abilities

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

It’s been 33 days since he saw you walk away from him with his former mentor and best friend.

And Jack is going crazy.

He legitimately lost it.

Everyone can see it on his face. But they can’t help him…they can only watch as he unravels and continues to ruin his own life. After seeing you run off in the sunset with Christian, Jack became uncharacteristically silent. He wouldn’t even talk to Anna, and when he did, it was screaming and placing blame on her. Anna, who truly wanted to help him, was broken up with before she could even do so. You found that out in the locker room as she was crying to Tay Melo, a sight that was so bittersweet for you to watch.

Jack would walk around the halls, bags under his eyes, genuine stress marrying his facial features, wearing all-black clothes, hair matted, and not utter a single word to anyone. It got so bad that Tony wouldn’t even put him on the screen. He would spend his evenings in the arenas sitting in a corner on top of boxes, just looking over your contact. His thumb would caress your face through the phone screen as his eyes lingered on the contact name “Sunshine.” He tried texting you, asking for you to come back. You never answered. For some reason, he thought changing your name and breaking up with Anna would be enough for you to come back.

It wasn’t.

But even though you didn’t come near him, two people would come near him, offering friendship and shoulders to lean on: Austin and Colton Gunn. They would try their best to get Jack chatting with them as they filled his ears with loud jokes, obnoxious laughter, and weird banter. Although he never cracked a smile, the Gunns were resilient and still provided him with company.

“Hey, Jackie-boy,” Austin said cheerfully, walking up to the sulking wrestler, who would mumble a response. “How ya doing?”

“Man you should have been at the party last night,” Colton said bumping his shoulder. “You could use a night out. There was this insanely cute girl that is exactly your type-” Jack shook his head. Colton looked at his brother before nodding to Jack.

Austin sighed, “Look man, we get it that it’s been a rough month and a half. You lost your best friend, other best friend, title, and girlfriend-“

“I didn’t lose Y/N.” Jack snapped, looking up at the brothers.

Colton and Austin quickly side-eyed each other before Austin continued, “I was talking about Anna…but bro and I mean this respectfully, Y/N left you a while ago.”

“Anna and I were never together. She doesn’t matter to me. Y/N didn’t leave me. We are just going through a rough patch right now.” Jack said while running his fingers through his hair. “It’s not my fault.”

“We’re not saying that it is. We’re just trying to say that maybe there is no future where you and Y/N are together. You need to accept it.”

“No, I’m not going to accept it because it’s not true!” He shouted, startling the Gunns, with Colton hugging Austin in fear. Jack lowered his voice as he continued to talk, “It’s not my fault. It’s not her fault. It’s Christian’s fault.” He whispered to himself. “I didn’t lose my beautiful, innocent, and sweet girlfriend to Christian. That could never happen. He took her from me! Just like how he took my best friend and credit for my career. He just takes everything from me.”

Colton said taking a step forward, “Jack-“

Jack stood up from the boxes, looking into Colton’s eyes with anger, determination, and bitterness, “He filled her head with these images that I’m not the one for her. That he’s better than me. He basically kidnapped her, come to think about it. Yeah…he kidnapped my precious Y/N and started feeding these lies to her. And to make matters worse, Anna came back into the picture and distracted me from realizing it. That’s what happened.” He poked Colton’s chest as he finished his statement, “And I fully intend to get her back.” He swiftly walked away from the brothers as they stared in disbelief.

Austin looked up at Colton, “He is not okay. Where do you think he’s going?”

“It’s 9:00, he's off to do his favorite activity.”

That consisted of Jack watching you from afar when you were by yourself or with your girlfriends; curious if you missed him, if you cried over him, if you were dying to run back to him for safety, comfort, and love.

The answer was no. None of the above.

But the second he saw you with Christian, his stomach would turn and he would run away, not wanting to see the bitter and disgusting man with the love of his life. Jack is miserable, but you? Oh girl, you are thriving right now.

It seemed the longer you and Christian dated, the bigger the smile on your face would get. As Christian stated, if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask. And he has continued to keep that promise. Nowadays, all you have to do is look at him as it seems that he can read your mind. The newest Louboutin heels? He bought them in 5 different colors. You feeling stressed and want to escape? He booked a yacht. You want to ride something while on the yacht? He’s already underneath you, allowing you to take control.

He was a gentleman to you; dropping everything just to assist you, even for a second. You didn’t have to worry about doing a single thing. As long as Christian is beside you, you are sure to be treated like the Princess you are. Hell, he even changed your stance in wrestling. As you were no longer bound by Jack, you took the necessary steps to reconcile with your brother, Tyler (Hook).

As Christian filled your life with love, positivity, and care, you realized that the FTW championship wasn’t something you wanted. So after a couple of defenses, you relinquished it, crowned Tyler the official champion, and started to manage Christian full-time.

But this wasn’t a parasitic relationship where you got all the benefits. Oh no. Christian loved being around you. It just felt right having you near him, with a hand lingering around your waist. Not only did you feed every single one of his sexual and physical needs, you also met and exceeded his emotional needs. You made him feel heard and seen. You see him in a different light than everyone else. He is letting his humane side be seen more now that you are always with him. Because to you, he is more than your lover, he is your protector and motivation.

He is also a great man of taste…

“Willow, he is so sweet! Just yesterday, he drove 45 minutes to sleep beside me because I couldn’t fall asleep. And then, he brought a chef to cook my favorite breakfast!” You yelled out to your best friend while getting dressed for Dynamite.

“That’s great Y/N, I’m so happy to see you smiling again. I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” Willow said with a grin on her face. To everyone, your relationship with Christian was no more than a typical “sugar baby” transaction. But it was nothing like that, and Willow saw that.

You stepped out in your new dress that complimented your skin tone beautifully. “I know, he truly makes me happy.” As you were about to speak again, there was a knock at the door. You squealed, running to open it and seeing a medium-sized bouquet of white roses. You thanked the man before closing the door. “He always sends me flowers every Wednesday.” You said as you put the vase down. Willow got up and examined them. “But he never gets me white; they’re either red, pink, or orange.”

“Maybe he’s full of surprises,” Willow said as she got closer to the vase. There was another knock at the door, you went to answer it as Willow started to speak again. “Y/N, there is-“ She was cut off by your sequel again. She looked back at you to see you give Christian a soft kiss.

“Hi Princess, how are you?” Christian said hugging you with one arm, the other was behind his back. He twirled you around, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, baby.” You said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Christian greeted Willow while still trying to hide his arm behind his back. “What are you hiding?”

“Well, it is Wednesday and you know I give you flowers-“

You smiled as you cut him off, “Baby, I already got the flowers you sent me. They are beautiful.”

Christian’s face screwed up in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a much larger bouquet of red roses. “The flowers I got you are right here, I wanted to personally deliver them myself today.”

The color drained from your face as you took your boyfriend’s flowers and looked behind you. Willow held the roses in one hand and a paper in the other, as she read the note, the color drained from her face as well. “You need to read this.” She gave you the note. It would have been a very sweet and flattering one….if it was sent from your boyfriend. 


Your laughter, a melody, a joyful song, In my embrace, is where you belong. Each moment with you, a cherished delight, You're my sunshine, my morning light. Love J

Your heart started racing as Christian ripped the note, took the flowers from Willow, and them in the trash. “He’s a piece of shit. That bastard.” He looked at you, who was in shock and disgust. He hugged you tightly, avoiding the roses he got you. “He just needs to leave you alone.”

“Yeah, I’m going to make sure of it.” You said before gently placing the red roses down on the table, taking over from where those distracting and bitter white roses once were.


“No, you will not. You let me handle it, I don’t him anywhere near you. He put you through shit before and I’m not letting that happen.” Christian said getting angrier by the minute, obviously not at you. “I’m going to get Luchasuarus to accompany you tonight. My woman will not go anywhere near him.” He said sternly.

Did you listen? No. Of course not. You left way before Luchasaurus got to your locker room door.

Your heels clicked along the halls as you were trying to find your ex-boyfriend. Anger was pounding through your blood as you carefully looked for him. You were about to turn to go down another hallway until you saw his matted hair in a bun. You stormed towards him, calling out his name. Jack turned around and immediately lit up at your figure getting closer, even though your facial expression was anything but happy.

"Y/N-"

You cut him off by sharply slapping him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You angrily asked him, not giving him a moment to register anything.

"Sunshine-" He sweetly started to say

"How dare you send me flowers and address me like that? We are not together. That was clear when you cheated on me with Anna"

Jack's face became angry as he spat out, "Don't talk like that. Anna means nothing to me. You love me and I love you. That backstabbing, lunatic, bastard is messing with your mind. Sunshine, just come back with me. Stop this little game of yours, you're letting him get the best of you."

"Jack, stop. I am with Christian; he treats me with love and respect. He actually cares about me and my feelings and treats me like royalty. Much better than the low-down and disgusting ways that you have shown. The only lunatic around here is you. You don't care about me."

"Don't say that!" He yelled, grabbing your arm harshly, "I love you Y/N! He's not the one! I am! Just come back with me and everything will be fine!"

You were struggling to pull your arm away from the man you once loved. Then a voice shouted down the hall, making Jack take his hand off of you. You turned around to find your boyfriend and your supposed bodyguard. Christian gently placed you behind him. "I'll talk to you later about this." He quietly said to you before turning his attention to Jack. "Listen, you have one more time to pull some shit like this-"

"Shut up! This is between me and my girlfriend-"

"MY girlfriend, MY woman, your ex. You have no reason to talk to her anymore. I'll be damned if you try to come between us or weasel your way back into her life." Christian stepped closer to Jack, looking down at him. "Leave her the fuck alone, little boy. Or the next main event for you will be your funeral."

Jack rolled his eyes as Christian grabbed your hand and kissed it before leading you and Luchasaurus down the hallway, away from your ex. You quickly looked back with bitterness and a glare as you turned the corner. But to Jack, that was a look of hope and desperation.

Desperation to get away from Christian, the man who drove you two apart. But also he could have sworn that your eyes were delivering him a message, a message of love and secrecy that was directly for him. "I'm going to save you from this Y/N. You don't have to pretend to have feelings for him much longer. I see your plan, and I understand it. It's genius. As those white roses signify, it will be a new beginning for us. And then, when it's all said and done, Christian will finally see who the real man is."

And according to Jack,

Christian had it coming…

And he only had himself to blame.