#yandere lady thirteen

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikiad into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Eleven Part One-Tears, fears, and not so secret discussions

Three important things real quick to make things a bit more clear before we head to the story:

1-) November and December suck up any free time I have. This is due to things I have to do in my personal life that include family, my education, and my work. Because of this updates will be sporadic until mid December with the exception of Christmas. Which is slightly unfortunate because I love writing given it’s my passion.

2-) I’ve avoided using curse words in my writing till now, but I will be holding a poll soon to see if the majority of y’all don’t mind cause I don’t care either way.

3-) Just to let y’all know Reader Cannon Age in the story is going to be 17,998. This is because I headcannon that every thousand years is like one year to immortals, and I want the reader in the story to be just almost an adult which would be at eighteen thousand. But before entering the story the Reader was already an adult for a while so their treatment of her is going to cause her discomfort as someone who is mentally no longer a young almost adult.

The characters ages are as follows:

Barbatos: time itself tbh

Lucifer: 24,331

Diavolo: 24,451 (I feel like he and Lucifer are really close in age given their dynamic with each other, but Diavolo is just slightly older.)

Mammon: 23,302

Leviathan: 22,856

Satan: 22,560

Asmodeus: 21,985

Beelzebub: 21,005

Belphegore: 21,005

Simeon: 24,556

Luke: 10,115

Solomon: He lost track and doesn’t even bother with his age beyond 6000, but he’s considered an adult instead of a 6 year old equivalent given that he’s human and their lifespans aren’t supposed to be that long. He’ll always say he’s 6,000 and holding 😂.

Mephistopheles: 23,334 (he’s around 1,000 years younger than Diavolo because I’m sticking to the canon of him being born to be Diavolo’s friend/playmate for his parents status.)

Thirteen: a lady never tells her age but before she was a grim reaper I headcanon that she died at 25 as a human so still an adult.

Yuki: 16 nearing 17 (Yuki’s appearance btw will be based off of my MC as will her background story which will be revealed later on. I can’t wait to put her in the story cause I thrive on foreshadowing.

It’s also part of my headcanon for immortals like demons and angels to not really care about their age past the thousands part. So if someone asks their age they’ll say 23 instead of 23,560 because to them it makes more sense. Most don’t even celebrate their birthdays every year and only celebrate them when it seems to matter like every thousand years. The only exception to this is when their a figure of importance or of great respect. Then they celebrate every single year. This will be important later on so when introductions are eventually made soon, I hope this clears up any misunderstandings. Have a lovely day and enjoy the story!

(Y/N) POV:

I blinked slowly and struggled to sit up. Barbatos quickly assisted me carefully while chiding me. “Your still a bit weak, My Lady. Be careful.”

“Y-yes, Barbatos.” I stuttered out confused. His behavior was vastly more familiar than before. Just how well did this cliche work?! I told Glitch mentally to prepare a status update for me.

“Where are my Brothers?” I hesitated for a moment acting a bit shy. “Are they… here?” I let my shoulder droop a bit in an act of disappointment not seeing them near.

“Your brothers are nearby. They have taken a moment to rest while waiting for you to wake up. It’s quite late at night.” He gathered a blanket from a linen closet and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Here bundle up, My Lady.” He then walked over to the fireplace checking over the fire.

I sat there staring, just feeling genuinely confused. Those sedatives really did a number on me I suppose since my cognitive ability is still waking up. I could tell I felt stronger though. Where before I felt like glass I now felt more sturdy.

“I will inform the others of your change in condition.” Barbatos bowed before leaving.

“A competent butler is truly something else…” I mumbled. “He knows exactly what to do so fast.” 

“Status update prepared.” Glitch announced popping into existence in front of me.

I read the screen carefully as discreetly as I could. It seems like this worked better than I bargained for. I never realized they had a savior complex. But then again they always seemed to call the player in the game human as if they’re weak no matter how strong they showed they are so I suppose it makes sense. They must need to perceive someone they care about as weaker than them, and it appears I have officially stolen that spot. What will happen to the game timeline now? Did I girl boss my way too close to the sun…?

The uncertainty made me tremble. Till now things have been completely under my control. I knew this was necessary for me to do as a step towards my end goal but still… I felt panic grip my heart. Panic attacks were no stranger to me. Before I died I used to have them all the time. But it felt like ages ago compared to all I had achieved till now.

(Panic attack described below based off of ones I’m used to. Everyone reacts differently to different levels of panic attacks. I’m just going to describe how I’m familiar with one. I want to add a warning in case anyone finds this triggering to not read till my next note.)

I felt like there was cement gripping my heart in my chest shrinking it smaller. My vision felt glassy and my cheeks felt wet. Was I crying? I don’t understand. I feel like I can’t move but I’m clearly shaking. I saw drops of water hitting the blanket I was gripping in a death grip. Ah, so I am crying. Why won’t it stop, why won’t the shaking stop? I want to be small, I feel too big… How’s my mind so calm when I’m freaking out so much?! Why won’t my body listen to me?! I’m still in control so just listen!

I felt someone grip me in a vice grip. Something dark covered my vision. It felt soft and warm. I’m so cold, why am I so cold? I slowly realized I heard sobbing. It sounded like someone was grasping for breath. Was that… me? Why won’t my lungs take in oxygen? I’m telling them to. I clutched whoever was holding me. It felt nice now that I got over the initial shock and fear of being suddenly held. After a while the shaking subsided and I was only hiccuping a bit from all the crying.

(The description is over so it’s safe to read from here if panic attacks being described triggers you. I hope this helped you avoid it if you wanted to.)

Hands stroked my head still slowly as a quite comforting chirp of sorts sounded from whoever it was. I looked up slightly with puffy eyes. “B-big b-brother…?” I gripped him tighter. “Y-your here?” I felt shocked. I hadn’t expected anyone to show up after being updated.

“Yes, I’m here. We all are.” Lucifer lifted his wings from around me as he chirped comfortingly. Cooing to me in reassurement as he held me tighter. “What’s wrong little one? Who scared you?”

“N-no one, Lucifer.” They all gave me doubting looks and I shrunk down a bit.

“It’s okay, you're not in trouble. Just tell us who caused you to have a panic attack. We just want to talk to them.” Satan's smile as he reassured me was scary. It didn’t seem like it’d be a simple talk at all.

I looked down in embarrassment. “No one caused it. I w-was just alone, a-and got scared.” Tears pricked my eyes. Of course I couldn’t tell them the truth. At least Glitch protected me from Diavolo’s gift to see lies. And I wasn’t even really lying, just not telling the whole truth.

“Oh, Darling, don’t worry we’re all here now.” Asmodeus said as he held one of my hands soothingly. “It’s late. Why don’t you cozy up and get comfy. You have a big, big day tomorrow.” His tone was almost patronizing the way he talked as if I was a little kid when I clearly was not. I was too tired after my panic attack to protest though as they all tucked me in.

“I’m sorry, My Lady. I should’ve realized you would be scared to be left alone. I have no words to describe my regret now.” Barbatos apologized, bowing in regret. “My incompetence is unforgivable.”

“It’s alright.” I mumble half asleep. “You didn’t do it on purpose.” I yawned as all my brothers kissed my forehead one by one saying goodnight.

Lucifer POV:

I held (Y/N) in my arms carefully while she slept. A brief argument had broken out in the hall over who would be the one to do so, but I put an end to it immediately. Tomorrow it will be Mammons turn, and it will eventually start over after Belphie’s.

I stroked her hair lightly, still cooing a bit to her in comfort. I can’t believe out of all the things I didn’t notice, I never noticed she suffered from panic attacks. I still remember all the nights I spent helping my brother with their ptsd from the celestial war. Those seven thousand years we spent fighting our own kind only to fail, and end up what we were taught to hate and despise… It messed us up, and we were all adults. What must it have done to a small child?

The pain of the fall, the feeling of being ripped apart and unmade, and the horror of being in what we thought would be a land full of beings who would kill us on sight… Even just the smell of the blood we were drenched in from after the fall. She was three thousand at the time. Did she even know what it all meant?

My grip tightened causing her to shift in her sleep. I shushed her gently back to settling. She must be exhausted from the sedative still.

(Honestly this is the most I can post right now. I really wish I could post more, but my life involves more than writing unfortunately. 😭 Even though it’s Sunday I still have so much left to do today lol.)

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[shirohige-pirates]

Solicitude

Victorian AU - inspired heavily by @/hannahbarberra162's Hysteria series.

Marco/Reader

Summary: You meet Marco Edward during your debutante ball when you're 17, and marry him shortly after your 18th birthday. Agreements are reached in writing, but you realize quickly how much space exists within the lines. Will you be able to bend within the lines you drew yourself? Or will you break against edges you never imagined?

CW: Dark dark content. Misogyny, age gap, power struggle, dub con, non con, coercion, yandere, kidnapping, abuse, group sex, abuse of power, bondage, rough sex, oral, kink, bdsm dungeon, impact play, degradation, praise, gags, humiliation, you kind of unknowingly sign yourself over for free use and don't realize it until it's too late, mdni, DEAD DOVE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter 9: Training

“She’s making impressive strides.” Tate says, sitting down on the small couch in Marco’s office. “Two weeks ago she could barely get half of the smallest one in. She’s struggling with the largest one, but I give her another week, two maybe, she’ll be able to put up with quite a bit.”

“It’s good news,” Marco hums, looking up from his paperwork. “I wonder what has her so motivated?”

Tate laughs. “You’re kidding, right?” She takes a drink and Marco folds his hands, resting his chin on them. “You told an educated high society lady that you didn’t expect much from her, you devilish bastard. Spit in her mouth next time, it might be less insulting.”

“It wasn’t an insult.” He corrects with a smile. “It was meant as motivation.”

“It worked.” She snorts. “She’s doing those drills at least three times a day.”

“At least?”

“I’m not with her all the time, if she’s doing more after bed, I couldn’t tell you.” She clarifies. “Her actual work is going well, but I imagine you know more about that than I do. I just know the butler and head maid have been praising her and giving her more work.”

“Not too much, I hope.” Marco leans back, relaxing in his chair.

“I don’t think so. She’s very efficient. I imagine she was helping at her own home, so the only thing she’s really adjusting to is the differences between here and there.” She finishes the rest of her tea and gets up, stepping toward his desk, tapping the wood with a single fingernail.

“Don’t under estimate her.”

“I have not.” He answers, brows furrowing. “If I wanted a doll I would’ve gone to an auction and been done with it.”

“It’s a fine line you’re walking, but,” she hums before Marco can interject. “If anyone can manage it.”

“More so with your help, so thank you for that.” He grumbles.

“I’m not helping you do shit.” Tate asserts. “I’m doing my job, don’t doubt that, and giving you these little reports, sure, but I haven’t said word one about you.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to.” He sighs. “But I can’t keep my eyes on her and do my job at the same time. The construction’s almost done, I’ll be able to be properly attentive in a couple more weeks. You’re welcome to stay on after that, since someone of her stature should have a personal attendant-.”

“If you’re going to keep paying me this well, I’m not going to turn it down.” Tate interrupts.

“Fell for her already, hmmm?”

Tate scoffs. “If she ever decides to run away from you, I’m helping her, just so we’re clear.” Her tone is flippant as she walks out of his office, but Marco knows better than to take her words lightly.

Tate had been spending thirteen or more hours a day with you, while Marco was getting a couple meals at best, and a few moments before bed. You told him about your day, but only about your actual work, unless he pressed otherwise. Once the construction was completed you were going to come to the Sanatorium with him, to help with the overhaul of the records, and until then you were adjusting to life in his estate.

You hadn’t denied him in the late hours of the evening, and he hadn’t taken much in the first place. On the one hand he didn’t like half-assing things, and a little less than an hour was hardly time enough to tend to you properly. On the other hand he didn’t want to press you until you’d had time to benefit from your training. Being firm with you was one thing, but making you miserable on a nightly basis was only going to cause him issues in the future.

He could be patient a little longer.

The two of you were married, and with the weight of expectations on your shoulders, that gave him enough of a foundation. His sweet dove was already in a cage, he just needed to be sure to set the bars carefully enough that you didn’t notice them.

Or if you did it wouldn’t matter.

A couple weeks later you were in Marco’s office. You’d been working a little more in the same space over the last few days, as Marco had been spending more time at home. The construction was coming to an end, the majority of it at least, and in another couple weeks you could begin going to the Sanatorium with him in order to work there. You weren’t entirely sure if you were sharing space with Marco while you worked because he wanted to validate your competency, or because he wanted to simply keep an eye on you.

“It’s because he’s jealous,” Tate had offered up the night before. “You’re spending more time with everyone else in the manor but him.”

“But he’s been at work.”

“Mm, and now he’s at home. Hence that cockamamie command that you work in his office.”

You weren’t going to tell Marco what Tate has said, not because you were worried you would get her into trouble, but more because you didn’t believe it. You were sure he was attracted to you, his hands wandered your body in bed for a few moments before he drifted off to sleep every night, but the idea that he’d be jealous was laughable.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you prompt, turning toward him and giving him a moment to finish what he was writing. He looks over at you and you continue. “I was worried that there was a financial leak, but after some effort, Colscon informs me there’s a basement, and the missing funds are spent on the upkeep.”

He hums an affirmative sound, nodding slightly.

You look at him for a moment, and when he doesn’t say anymore you continue. The sly smile on his face has your own lip turned up in amusement. “Am I to risk my honor and assume it’s good without validation?”

You can hear the soft chuckle. “Let it be my honor on the line, and don’t fret over it for now. I’ll hand over control of it in due time. Take the values Colscon provides, and if anything feels off, bring it to me.”

“Very well,” you agree, coming over to his desk and setting down the paperwork you had finished for the day.

Glancing up at you, he looks down at the stack of papers, flipping through them idly. “What size plug is inside you right now?”

Heat rushes to your face again and you look around the room. No one else is in here but the two of you, but even so you’re caught off guard.

“The… the largest one.”

“How many days now?”

“… J-just this morning.”

“Did it hurt?”

His tone is so casual, so easy you almost don’t know what to do with it. It’s as though he’s asking about the latest book you’ve read, or for an overview of your work.

“A… a little. I don’t understand why we’re talking about-.”

“Let me see.” He interrupts and you step back.

“See? You want to - we can go to the bedroom, I c-can-.”

“No need. Come here, bend over the desk,” he instructs, patting a clear patch of desk in front of him. “I’ll inspect your condition here. There’s time before dinner, and the work is done for the day.”

“But such things are… are only done in the bedroom.” You insist, shaking your head as you step back again. “Our agreement, you c-can’t-.”

“Our agreement only prohibits me from interrupting your work, your rest, and your meals. You included nothing to limit the location, sweet dove.” He says, his tone stern.

“But… People don’t… I mean-.”

“I will not be denied, young lady.” Now his tone is bordering stern, but you can’t bring yourself to step toward him.

“I-I’m not, I’m not, I w-won’t deny you, I just… just please. Please can’t we just-.”

“Do not make me come and collect you.” He warns, standing up.

His presence is far too large when he stands. His face is so neutral, so completely calm. It’s only in his voice that you know how angry he’s getting, but you can’t will your feet to move. It’s everything you have to not just dash out of the room and toward the bedroom, but you’re certain that will just make everything worse.

You can’t help the tears that rush up into your eyes and down your cheeks when he steps toward you. Struggling to recover your composure, you breathe in shakily, gaze cast down to the floor. You can hear him moving toward you and all you can do is shake your head, tiny, useless words falling quietly from your lips.

“I can’t.”

“You poor thing.” He says in a voice that’s warm and kind. He tilts your face up, pulling your teary gaze up to his. “You’re utterly terrified at the idea of this. Even with everything you’ve been doing.”

You nod as much as you can with your chin in his hand. “Yes,” you struggle not to cry more. “Please, M-Marco… I can’t.”

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright.” He says soothingly, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “It’s alright, don’t fret. You don’t have to do anything.” He reassures you, leaning down and kissing your lips tenderly.

“Th-thank you,” you mumble against the kiss, feeling yourself starting to relax.

“I’ll handle everything for you.” He says, his hand gripping you by the back of your neck and moving you toward the desk.

“Wait, no-.”

“Facing a fear is the only way to move past it. If you’re afraid of obeying me outside of the bedroom, then we need only get you used to it.” He asserts, clearing space on the desk with one hand while you struggle in his grip.

“It’s not obeying you, it’s the s-stripping, outside of the bedroom, I-.”

“I’m not so crude as to have you strip in front of the staff.”

“N-no, I didn’t-.”

“I may disrobe you in the gardens eventually.”

“N-not outside! Please,” you struggles renew, and Marco bends you over the desk, holding you in place and keeping your legs wide with his feet. “Please, please Marco, not outside. N-not in fruh-front of people, please.”

“No stranger will see you,” he husks into your ear, his body keeping you held in place. “And I promise to be purely professional while you’re working at the Sanatorium, you won’t even need to keep that plug in your ass. Isn’t that quite generous of me? You’ve gotten rather used to it though, haven’t you? Maybe you’d rather have something in there to help you focus while you work.”

“No, no, I can concentrate without it, I can, I - please, please don’t-.”

“Stay.” He commands and you feel your body tense as his relaxes. He straightens up. “Put your hands on the desk, palms flat.” He instructs. You can feel yourself still trembling, but you do as he instructs.

You can’t see him, but you can feel him tying something to your ankle. He pushes them further apart and ties the other ankle. The distance has your feet off the floor, and you think it has to be his cane that he’s tied your ankles to. No matter how you shift your legs, or try to turn your knees, you can’t close your legs.

“Stay still.” He repeats, pinching the inside of your thigh. You yelp from surprise more than pain, and once he’s standing he has a hand on the small of your back.

“You’re going to count after each one,” he begins to explain. “If you remove your hands from the desk we’re going to start the count over from the beginning. I’m going to lift your skirts and remove your undergarments, do you understand?”

“Yes,” you sob. “Please don’t. Please, I’m sorry, I couldn’t, I-.”

“If you had done as I asked, your bare ass wouldn’t be facing the door.” He interrupts, lifting your skirts and flipping them onto your back even as your fingers flex against the desk. “It will always be in your best interest to obey.”

“I couldn’t!” You cry in frustration as he rips your underclothes off you.

His hands rub the backs of your thighs. “What will you do next time, then, to avoid this?” He inquires.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I couldn’t make myself move,” your voice is heavy with frustration and shame.

“And who has moved you regardless of that?”

“… You did.”

“And there is the lesson. When you cannot do it yourself, rely on me.” He says. “Then you won’t end up bent over my desk with your bare ass on display.” He drives the point home by rubbing your cheeks, spreading them, and tapping the plug in your ass.

“How was I to know?” You question softly, almost more to yourself than to him.

“Who’s to say, but now you do, and this will ensure you don’t forget it.”

Something cuts through the air and the harsh bite of a switch licks against the bare skin of your rear. You cry out, tensing against the desk for a second as the harsh snap turns to a lingering tingle.

“Count,” Marco admonishes, snapping the whippy switch against your skin again.

“Hnngh! T-two!”

“Hardly,” he corrects. “Start at one, little dove, and stay focused, yoi. I would hate for a punishment to last so long it delays dinner.”

The switch slices through the air again and you manage to growl out a count against the sting. Marco’s strikes linger on the curve of your ass, more than anywhere else, but he does snap the switch against the backs of your thighs a few times. With each strike he gives you a little longer to say your count, letting you have a moment to endure the pain, despite his warning earlier, he doesn’t seem keen on actually forcing you to start from the beginning.

After you reached thirty, he seemed satisfied. The backs of your legs and your rear end stung and throbbed. You almost didn’t want him to put your skirts back down, the coarse material was going to irritate the welts.

“Not bad,” he admits, running his hands over the welts. You hiss against the sting of the touch, shivering against the desk. “You held out well for your first real punishment… Oh?”

His finger slips between your folds and you gasp at the touch. A mewling sound rolls against your tongue and you’re surprised at how sensitive and wet you are.

“What a reaction from someone who didn’t want to be seen.” He says darkly. “I wonder if it was the pain, or the fear of being seen like this? Maybe both.” He muses, not giving you a chance to reply as he pushes two fingers inside you easily.

“Aahhh-nnngh!” You gasp and tense, your hands moving to try and stop the intrusion.

There’s a heavy crack against your ass as his hand collides with it sharply. The impact makes you yelp, and when you flinch it sends a conflicting jolt through your insides as you inadvertently clench on his fingers.

“Hands on the desk.” He reprimands you, and immediately you put your palms flat against the desk. “Good girl.”

He stills for a moment, before moving your arms until they’re folded against the small of your back. Wrapping a hand around both your wrists, he holds them against your back, and begins fingering you.

“Haaa-wait, please, it’s… it’s not right.” You gasp, your knees knocking against the desk as you try to close your legs.

“Stay still, little dove.” He warns, pushing his fingers in deeper and making your pussy squelch loudly. “If you make too much fuss someone is likely to come in to check on us.”

“D-don’t, please,” you whine, legs trembling. He’s teasing the plug with his thumb, fingering you, and rubbing his pinkie against your clit. The control seems inhuman, but the combination is pushing you toward orgasm even though your backside still aches from the switch. “I-I’ve learned my… my lesson, so please.”

“Hm? Are you saying you don’t want to cum?” He muses, and you nod. “Oh? Why don’t you want to cum? Wouldn’t it be better to end things with some relief?”

“I don’t- I don’t want to.” You answer.

“Ah, but I want you to.”

“I’m - I’m being punished, I sh-shouldn’t b-be rewarded.”

“You were terrified,” he coos the words so condescendingly it sends a cold chill down your back. His foot braces against the cane tied to your ankles and you are effectively completely immobilized. “Giving you some relief after you endured all of that is only proper. You’ve learned your lesson, after all.”

You want to argue, you want to be able to come up with something to bring it to a stop, but so far he could always talk circles around you. Every excuse, every plea you could think was turned around with such ease. You might have better luck when you weren’t so distracted, but Marco didn’t turn your words around when it came to anything else.

“The faster you cum, yoi,” his voice drops low, and he works his fingers against the spot inside you that almost makes it feel like you’re going to pee. “The quicker your skirts will be lowered.”

“Please, please no,” you mewl the words, legs trembling. It’s not a matter of letting it happen, you couldn’t stop the pleasure from building if you tried. You could feel the mess slipping down your thighs.

“That’s it,” his voice has a rough edge to it. “If we had time I’d force so many sweet orgasms out of you that you’d squirt down my arm.”

“N-no, please, please I’m gonna… gonna-!” You tense, shivering beneath him and just as you seem ready to crest he stops.

“Say it.” He commands, teasing you enough to keep you on edge. “Say you’re cumming, yoi.”

“I-I… I’m kuh-I’m going to -.”

“Say you’re cumming when you’re cumming, sweet dove,” he says teasingly as he starts to finger you vigorously again. “Say it clearly or I may have to reprimand you.”

“I - yes - please, I don’t want to like this,” you beg, feeling the pleasure build again.

“You’re going to like so much more than you knew you could, when I’m done, yoi.” He promises as your legs begin to shiver.

“No, no, no I’m going to… cum!” You nearly shout the vulgar word, desperate to get it past your lips in time. Your body throbs when a soft swear slips between his lips. “Cumming,” you cry as your body goes taut. “I’m—!”

The harsh orgasm steals air from your throat and cuts off your words as blood and pleasure rush through you. Your toes curl inside your shoes and your writhe as much as your limbs can manage under Marco’s firm brace of your legs and arms.

“Gods,” you husk when your body relaxes enough you can breathe in again. Marco teases you with his fingers, pulling squeaky whines from you when your body jerks at the random jolts of stimulation.

He leaves your skirts flipped up while he unties your ankles. His fingers press into them, probing, checking to make sure you aren’t hurt from the hasty restraints. When he spreads your labia you gasp, your legs curling in surprise for a second before you will them to stay down and open.

“You are a fast learner.” He muses. “You’re going to leave this mess here.” Marco instructs patting your stinging rump before he stands up and lowers your skirts. The material against your skin doesn’t sting as bad as you expected it to, but it does feel weird when it lays against the wet mess on your legs.

He helps you to your feet, adjusting your hair before pulling a handkerchief from his jacket pocket.

“I think you look beautiful no matter what, but I imagine you would prefer to clean up before dinner. Use this before you go freshen up.” He instructs, handing you the square of cloth.

You accept it, wiping the tears and snot from your face carefully. The shift between how he was earlier to now was smooth, but the differences are still jarring. He seems to only care about his desires, but then he looks after you in ways that are only important to you.

You don’t know if it’s genuine, or if he’s manipulating you.

As he sits down at his desk, there’s a knock at the door. You turn to face Marco, knowing that it’s likely one of the staff with the evening news. They won’t pay you, or your messy face, any mind, especially if you’re not facing them.

“Enter.” He calls out, and one of the butlers comes in, sets the paper down on his desk, excuses himself and leaves. Marco picks it up, skimming the front page, barely glancing up at you before turning back to the paper.

“Go get cleaned up, dove. You can bathe properly after dinner, and before bed tonight I want you to show me how your training is coming along.”

“Yes, thank you.” You’re nervous about how you’re meant to show him, but you don’t think it’ll help to ask for clarification right now.

Instead you focus on getting your face cleaned up, and fix your hair more with the help of the mirror in your shared bedroom. You unstick your skirts from your legs before you head to the dining hall and are relieved that everything was dry enough it wasn’t sticking again.

Feeling your skirts against your hips was distracting. Somehow you feel like everyone must know that your underpants were gone. That your skirts sat a different way, or that you gave it away some other way. It was a silly concern, the clothing item wasn’t thick enough to be noticeable, and as long as you didn’t focus on it, it wouldn’t change your stride.

You were the first to arrive, but Marco wasn’t far behind. Despite what had happened just a few moments earlier, dinner was relaxing. He always managed to keep the conversation moving, and still light enough to be had during the meal.  For someone whose family was new to high society, he was certainly adept at navigating it.

By the time the meal was done you’d almost forgotten how bare you were underneath your skirts until you got up and began moving. Marco got you setup with a nice hot bath, and then left you be. You went through the process of winding down for the night, removing the plug and cleaning it before using the shower to wash yourself.

Once you were clean you relaxed in the bath, and that meant the piping hot water that had been supplied was a much more comforting kind of steamy. The water felt nice against your skin, even if the welts on your rear end stung a little as you settled in.

You didn’t know what to think of Marco. Roughly a month into your marriage and you weren’t sure if he was cruel and unreasonable, or simply firm and lecherous. Trying to keep pace with him wasn’t easy. He shifted gears between work and pleasure so easily, and while he was a practiced gentleman, there were things he did that no gentle man would ever do.

At least not so far as you knew.

But your education on bedroom affairs was limited to practical academic knowledge. You learned enough to know what to expect for your first night, and you were given instruction on how to keep yourself clean and healthy so that you would be available for your husband.

A healthy appetite was maybe twice monthly, or once weekly, and most couples slept in their own rooms. At least so far as you had always been led to believe, but you had no other room, or if you did Marco hadn’t allowed it as an option as yet. While he was restraining himself most nights, you felt like he would take his fill of you multiple times a day, if he could.

And he could.

You had no right to reject him, especially not with your terribly naive contract to consider. So if he was holding himself back, then it was for your benefit. If he was doing that, and the training was supposedly for your benefit as well, then that certainly lent some credibility to his statements of affection.

You just weren’t certain if he was showing these moments of kindness because they were genuine, or if he was using them to manipulate you in some way. You weren’t even certain it was worth trying to worry about. You’d only been in the manor for a month, but it was obvious the staff respected Marco. They were paid well, and treated as though they themselves were equals.

Even with you. There was a distinction between his physical desires, and his respect toward your professional and academic capacities. He didn’t belittle your work, or your intelligence, but he didn’t coddle your lack of experience in the bedroom. Maybe because it didn’t matter. Maybe because he wanted you beneath him in that regard.

Getting out of the tub you dry off and pull on the cotton nightgown you always start your night wearing, even if it never lasts by the time you’re falling asleep.

“Every night,” Marco’s laying in bed naked, palm moving languidly against his stiff shaft. “You wear that nightgown, and every night I ask that you take it off.” You meet his eyes, heat rising in your cheeks before movement shifts your gaze back to his twitching girth.

“I’m beginning to think you enjoy stripping for me.”

“Eighteen years of habit is hard to break in a month.” You answer as evenly as you can.

He smirks, motioning with his free hand for you to come closer. “Leave it on then,” he offers. “But come here, show me what your personal maid has been helping you learn.”

“Tate says I have a ways to go still,” you explain, even as you get up onto the bed. “I still… struggle.”

“I’m not going to do like before,” he explains, taking your hands and helping you settle between his legs while he lays back onto the pile of pillows behind him. “I’m going to leave you to do as you please.”

Confusion creases your brow, your gaze shifting down to his member. You know the replicas you practice on, the largest one at least, is supposed to be the same size, but somehow he still looks decidedly bigger.

“Put your hands on my thighs, and bring me to orgasm with your mouth,” Marco clarifies, guiding your hands. “Do your best, and I’ll reward you.”

“Can… can you turn down the lamp?” You question, even as you’re putting your hands on his thighs.

“No, I want to be able to see what you’re doing.” He answers easily. “Remember, if you can’t do it, you can rely on me.”

Swallowing thickly you lean down and lick his shaft. Tate taught you to get things wet with saliva before trying to put it in your mouth, and it made it much easier. A second lick, a third, and Marco reaches out and gathers your hair, holding it loosely out of the way.

You roll your tongue around his tip and hear him hum softly. Something about the sound makes you feel good. You do it again before putting the tip in your mouth. If you use your tongue too much you’ll gag, and Tate says you need to build up endurance to do much more than just take it, so you decide to do what you know you’re good at.

What you’ve been practicing steadily for a month.

The first time you lower yourself you get about halfway down. There’s another approving sound from Marco and you suck against his shaft when you pull back, taking a second to close your jaw and relax your face before you go back down on him. This time you take a little more, repeating the process and take even more. You can feel Marco’s thighs flex against your hands, and when you take all of him he inhales in a hiss, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“By the seas,” he husks when you pull back and then go all the way back down. “Stay there, yoi. Stay like that with your nose right against me for as long as you can.”

You still, focusing on staying relaxed so you don’t start to gag. You hadn’t taken a deep breath, so you didn’t have much air, and while breathing through your nose was possible, he was just long enough that it didn’t matter, once he was down that far there was no breathing around him. Learning about that fact was something you had to admit you appreciated the dildos for.

When you went to pull back, Marco held you in place for a couple seconds longer. You did your best not to fight it, but you needed to breathe. After the couple seconds he tugged your hair gently and you pulled the rest of the way back, taking in a deep breath after his tip popped free of your lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, his eyes on you as you dip back down.

He leaves you to do as you please, letting you take him all the way, holding yourself against his pubic hair. You twitch and half-gag sometimes and it feels amazing. It’s everything he has to let you set the pace and do your best.

He’s so happy that you just did it. You didn’t argue with him, you barely even flustered, and just started sucking him off like it wasn’t the most depraved thing you’ve done so far. Treating the training like a challenge, and having Tate help you, was one of his more inspired ideas. Despite what Tate thought, it really was working out even better than he anticipated.

“Faster, yoi,” he commands, his voice shakier than he expected it to be. “I’m going to hold you in place when I cum, so don’t worry about that, just focus on breathing.”

You hum in understanding and feel Marco’s entire body tense. It’s very much a lightbulb moment and you don’t bother to over thinking it. You start to hum. You aren’t sure what to hum, but he seems to enjoy the sounds you make when he’s making you feel good, so that’s what you go with.

“You… cheeky…” He huffs roughly, a coarse chuckle falling from his lips. “You really do learn quick.”

“Mm-hmm.” You hum in response.

His hips start to move up to meet you as you come down on him. You can hear his breath falling from his lips in heated pants. You swirl your tongue around his tip, suckling on it, and he pulls you off him completely. The action surprises you, making you gasp, and then he pushes you back down onto his length, holding you against his body as he orgasms down your throat.

“You… did an amazing job,” he husks, still holding you against him as you struggle to swallow everything. He doesn’t let you up until after you start gagging, until after your lungs start to burn from lack of air. You smack his thighs with your hands, heaving against his length as your eyes burn with forced tears.

When he pulls you back up your face is a mess, tears and drool dripping down your jaw. You sputter and gasp to catch your breath and Marco brings your face up to his easily with his grip on your hair. His eyes are taking in every wretched detail and once you manage to calm your breathing he kisses you.

Heated and heavy, he seems unbothered by the sloppy mess against your lips, his tongue pressing into your mouth. It’s warm, tender, and demanding. He breaks the kiss a few times, giving you a chance to breathe since your nose was stuffed due to your earlier ordeal.

“Beautiful.” He says it so reverently you almost forget how awful you must look. “Let me reward you, my dove.”

You nod, pretty certain you wouldn’t be able to deny him anyway, and try to move with him as he pulls your nightgown off. His hands cup your rear, making you hiss against the sting, and he moves you easily, bringing you up until you’re holding onto the headboard.

You can feel the weight of his breath against your pussy just before his tongue flicks against your clit. Gasping you lean against the headboard, and he adjusts to the new angle, his tongue licking you again and again.

You tremble in pleasure, braced against the headboard, Marco beneath you, between your legs. You may be above him, but you weren’t in control. You had no more power above him than beneath him, but you felt far more exposed like this.

His fingers flexed against the meat of your cheeks, spreading them as his tongue teases the entrance of your vagina.

“I hope you enjoy the taste of my cock as much as I enjoy the taste of your cunt,” he hums into your skin and you feel embarrassment heat your entire body. The vulgar words, the vulgar action, and he was speaking of it with such reverence.

The rush of embarrassment had pleasure following close behind it, and you cry out as he pulls the first orgasm from you easier than he has so far.

“My sweet dove enjoys dirty talk, hm?” He teases, licking up your stomach as he pulls you down. He kisses between your breasts before trailing kisses back down your stomach. You try to deny his words, but his actions have you almost mesmerized, the look he gave you from between your bosom was light, happy and content.

He was at ease.

He almost looked boyish. Mischievous instead of stern.

His lips dove back into your folds and you couldn’t think of much else as he began devouring you again. His fingers tease your ass, kneading the meat of your cheeks and tapping against your entrance. His tongue flicks against your throbbing clit and his lips suckle the sensitive bud. You can’t get away from any of it, his grip is immovable.

All you can do is hold onto the headboard like a life preserver and focus on breathing.

Sweat dapples your skin when you orgasm the second time, but Marco doesn’t kiss up your stomach or murmur dirty words between your thighs. He stays buried between your labia, lavishing your tender clit with more attention. His grip on your ass shifts as his pinkie and ring fingers push into your vagina, his middle fingers tapping the tight ring of your asshole, and he starts to over stimulate you like he had been earlier that day.

Your legs start to tremble and your arms shiver and it doesn’t take long for him to pull a third orgasm out of you.

“Please,” you whine hoarsely, your voice lost to the cries of pleasure and the heated panting breaths he was demanding of you. “N-No more, I can’t…”

“You’re dripping onto my chest.” He informs you, and heat rushes through you so strongly you feel light-headed for a second. “One more, sweet dove,” he purrs, licking a heavy stripe against your clit.

You can barely form a shivering, “No,” from between your lips, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you had shouted it. You could hear the lewd squish of his fingers inside you, the thick, wet sound of your pleasure leaking down his fingers and dripping onto his chest.

You knew he was looking at you, watching your pleasure drip in the space between you and his tattoo. That knowledge made you throb. You didn’t want him to stare, but you couldn’t deny the way it felt when he did.

You can feel sweat trickling down your back as you cling to the headboard. He returns to eating you out, and you return to broken pleas for mercy, to shivering whines of pleasure as the inevitable builds. If there was anyway to stop yourself from orgasming, you hadn’t figured it out yet.

You’re so tired, and trembling so much from the overstimulation, that it isn’t until you start to smack Marco in the side with your foot that he realizes when you’ve cum again. Just like always, he cares for you afterward. No matter if he’s rough or gentle when he takes you, he always cleans you up. Always makes sure you have something to drink. He praises you, sometimes educates you, sometimes he explains why he did something, and what he’ll do next, or differently.

The care was grounding, even when it stern.

[fancyfeathers]

Burn It All Down

(Yandere!Justice League & Yandere!Young Justice)

Based on Yandere!Justice League with their darling!children AU

Previous Chapter <- Chapter Thirteen, A Controlled Environment -> Next Chapter

This chapter is told from the perspective of Arthur Curry's Son!Reader

Each chapter will be the perspective of the reader but as the different children since when I originally had this concept, they were all darling/reader characters.

You liked the pool. It was a controlled environment, with certain ways people had to behave. There were no waves in the water unless they were manmade, no seaweed or algae, and no never-ending expanse of void like the ocean. You were the only person in the building’s pool beside an old lady and her grandson, but they were almost done here, she was toweling him off and talking about going to get ice cream after they got him dressed again. The little boy gave you a toothy smile as you set down your towel on a chair along with a bag of spare clothes and shoes so you would not have to ride up in the elevator all wet. You pulled off your cover-up shirt, it was a black turtle neck so it covered up your neck or more importantly the things on your neck. The old lady’s eyesight probably was not all there and the little boy was far too fixated on-

“Whoa! Are those gills? Are you Atlantian?!” You nearly jumped when you heard the little boy call out to you, completely distracted by the promises made by his grandmother. You glanced back at him and he was wide-eyed and absolutely enamored by what he saw, you could make a pretty good guess that Atlantis was this kid’s hyper fixation given how excited he was. 

“Y-yes… I am… well sort of…” You could not exactly tell this kid that your mom and dad were friends in their childhood in Maine and then your mother moved away and your dad found out he was the heir to the Throne of Atlantis and became the Aquaman, and then he reunited with your mother and she did not feel the same way he did for her. That was just putting it all down in simpler terms and even then that was too much to explain to a child. “My mom is human and my dad is half Atlantian, but I was raised in Atlantis, I actually only came to the surface word a few months ago.”

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” The little boy did not even care that you were only technically only one-fourth Atlantian.

“He’s loved Atlantis since he got saved by the Aquaman in a boat crash a year ago.”

“Ah… I see.” You force a smile, and for a moment you complicate telling the boy the truth but you shake it off, it is best to keep that bit secret, but perhaps you could show this little boy something interesting. For a few years of your life, you attended the Conservatory of Sorcery in Atlantis, but not as long as you would have liked, your father pulled you out when it was becoming obvious that you were falling behind a few of your classmates, he told you it was not your fault since after all your body naturally wanted to be above the water and not beneath it, but Atlantis was your home you were told by your father that you would always be loved and cared for there. “Would you like to see a trick I learned?”

“Yes!” You smiled at the child’s enthusiasm before you dipped your hand into the water of the pool, focusing your mind on the surface of the water until it began to snake up your arm like a snake would, bending to your will. You saw the little boy’s eyes light up with pure and unbridled joy like he was laying eyes on something no other human being had ever seen. “How can you do that?! That’s so cool!”

“Just something I was taught how to do.” You smiled at him, doing your best to push down the memories that began to resurface in your mind, the days after classes where you fell behind your peers and the words of encouragement that were given to you by Kaldur’ahm and Garth but at the end of the day words were words and did nothing. You would never be as talented as they were, even if Kaldur’ahm left the school before you did, he was still leaps and bounds ahead of you. You sighed and shook off the thoughts as you quite literally shook your hand off over the pool’s surface, shaking off the water that was curled around your arm. “Whoa… I wish I could do that.” He giggled as his grandmother rested the towel over the little boy’s shoulders as you moved to dip your legs into the pool, about to get in finally. “Are you going to be a hero? Like Aquaman?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You stepped out of the elevator as it opened to the penthouse, stepping into the giant apartment, you would probably have to shower after this since the smell of the pool was sticking to your skin like wet seaweed. You heard voices coming from the living room of the apartment, but you ignored them, after all, it was probably just Supergirl or Blue Lantern, you would just go up to your shared room and bathroom to shower and freshen up-

“Pisces, get over here!” You heard the voice of Supergirl call out to you, using your chosen hero name instead of your given name which gave you the creeping suspicion that someone else was here. You sighed, setting your pool bag on the first step leading upstairs before walking back down the stairs and into the living room, and indeed there were several faces you did not recognize in the living room, some were stern-faced to the point where you got chills and other seemed kind with gentle smiles. You saw Supergirl standing, or rather levitating, near the edge of the couch and she gestured out to you. “Everyone, this is Pisces, the son of-”

“(Name)?” Your heart sank at hearing one of the guests say your name and their voice was familiar at that. Your mouth fell agape when she stood up from the couch, turning around to look at you and so you had a clear view of her, you instantly recognized her, after all, how could you not recognize her? You grew up with one another, raised beside one another as if you were siblings, she was your cousin, the daughter of your Uncle Orm, and when he was found out and arrested for his crimes as Ocean Master, she was brought in by your father to help raise her. But unlike you, she was a full-blooded Atlantean. “Oh my- you’re actually alive!” You did not stop her when she ran over to you, even jumping over the couch to get to you and practically tackle you into a hug, in fact, you returned the hug, it felt nice, having a good piece of home all the way up on the surface world. You could hear her laughing like she always did since you were children as she broke away from you. “You have no idea what it has been like in Poseidonis without you.”

“Wait… what happened?” You questioned her at that last statement, she seemed light-hearted when she said it but then there was a look that crossed over her features that looked like concern and perhaps confusion on where to even start. You glanced over to Supergirl where she hovered over the ground. “Would it be alright if we went on a walk to talk about this?”

“Yes, of cours-” “Actually would you two prefer a swim?” You heard the voice of Hex chime in, he had a very bad habit of appearing out of nowhere, but so is the way of the magician. You turned your head about to see him walking down the stairs from the upper floors. “Pisces has his suit with built-in oxygen filters in his mask so he does not have such a difficult time breathing underwater and I could teleport you two anywhere in the world you would want to be and bring you back when Pisces says the word.”

“That… that won’t be necessary.” Your cousin spoke up, forcing a smile at Hex who is watching the both of you incredibly closely. “After all, we’re not in Atlantis anymore, what is it you all say? When in Rome do as the Romans do, yes?”

“You could say that.”

It was weird to see your cousin wearing more surface-style clothing, after all, you were so used to seeing her in more traditional Atlantian clothing, but you suppose she could say the same about you. You both sat on a bench in New York City’s Central Park, indulging her and yourself by buying her your new favorite surface world food, bagel sandwiches, you did not have them in Atlantis, after all, anything grain-based would just fall apart. The animals on the surface world were also so much more adorable, everything back home looked so similar, except maybe dolphins and clownfish, but maybe that is just because you were told so many times by so many times that you reminded people of those two. 

“So how are things back in Poseidonis?” You asked your cousin as you stared down at the sandwich on your lap, you suppose your stomach must have shrunk five sizes when you both finally sat down to talk. “Is my mom…”

“Your mom is okay… she is just exhausted per usual, after all, humans are not supposed to be that far underwater, especially with the pressure from the water.” “You’re telling me…” You remember your whole life that your mother’s movement was limited to a few select areas of the palace, parts that were specifically designed to be air-logged just so she could reside under the waves’ surface. So not once has anyone outside of the palace seen her face, she remains a faceless mystery though Atlantis may know of her existence. “How are other things back home?”

“Tense, your father has been quite… up tight since you disappeared, I think almost everyone is.”

“I don’t see why they are.”

“You are the Prince of Atlantis, they probably think you are dead… I know part of me did.”

“A Prince practically no one knows or sees. Honestly, when was the last time I made a public appearance? Four years ago, I think.” You sighed, leaning back, letting your head stare up at the clear blue sky that the water always reflected. “Most of them don’t even know what I look like… you on the other hand… they all love you…”

“Ya… well they might not anymore after I rejected a marriage proposal from Atlantis’ future United Nation’s ambassador.” Her statement made your head turn in shock at her statement, your eyes completely wide. “Garth proposed to me the morning before the night I swam to the surface and left.”

“You’re joking… you have to be joking.” Your eyes flickered across her appearance but her face remained completely still, not a smile tugging on her lips like when she usually was messing with you. “It… it’s only been like a year and a half since Tula died… he can’t seriously be… no…”

“He was extremely serious… he even asked your father for permission.” You could only sigh and shake your head at hearing those words, when people do not grieve properly it does something to them, a need to fill that void that was left behind. “I said no, and ended up in a whole scene and fight… it was horrible.”

“I know the feeling.”

“You do?”

“Unfortunately… before Kaldur’ahm disappeared he asked me if one day I would want to be more than friends with me.”

“Like that wasn’t already obvious.” You heard a light laugh slip from your cousin’s lips, catching your attention like she always did. “He’s had such an obvious crush on you since you two met at the Conservatory of Sorcery.”

“You’re joking… Kaldur… there is no way.”

“No, I am not joking, you are and always have been just painfully oblivious.” She was always the complete opposite of you, outgoing and charming while you were always shy and withdrawn from everyone whether that was your own intention or not. “All of that aside, you are going by the name… oh what did they call it, your hero name?”

“Ya, my hero name.” You laughed as she tried to find the right word, after all, English was not her first language, she almost always spoke Atlantian as a child while you grew up speaking both. “It’s Pisces now.”

“Like the zodiac sign? The fish one?”

“Yes, the fish one.”

“What about one for me, hm?” She looked up at you with expectant eyes, almost reminding you of the puppy dogs you have seen in the surface world. “What should my hero name be?”

“You… you feel like a Scorpio…”

“Another zodiac sign, really?”

“Well, you do remind me of a scorpion sometimes.” You laughed when her face turned slightly sour at your joke of an insult. “Besides why do you want a hero name?”

“Because we are going on a rescue mission.”

“Oh no…”

“Alright, here is the plan, there is a waterway entrance to Mount Justice that you two, Pisces and Scorpio, will access. Meanwhile, Huntian will find another entrance to sneak into along with two of our new members, Apollo, Nightshade, and Nemesis,” Dreamcatcher spoke to you as she handed you and your cousin, now known as Scorpio, communication earpieces that were waterproofed for the two of you. “While you all do that, Hex will teleport Blitz, Supergirl, Blue Lantern, and himself inside to cause a distraction, you two will get Songbird up and out of there, and Huntian and the others will knock out anyone who doesn’t fall for the distraction. Firewall, Miss Luthor, and I will be monitoring everything here and running communications.”

“I see, and what about him?” You asked gesturing to the young man leaning against the doorway across the room from you, he looked quite intimidating but there was also something soft about him, perhaps it was his eyes. “Is he not joining us?”

“No, Huntian thought it would be best for someone to stay behind since none of us are really capable fighters in case the Justice League sends someone looking for us while you all are gone.” She glanced around the room, over to where Firewall, Hal Jordan’s son, and Miss Luthor sat at desks behind computers, and then Dreamcatcher herself was wheelchair-bound. “We need someone to protect us.”

“I mean, I can hit someone with a baseball bat,” Firewall replied to Dreamcatcher’s comment which made her laugh at least.

“I doubt a baseball bat is gonna do shit against Captain Atom or Black Canary.” Dreamcatcher snapped back at him which resulted in a shrug from Firewall as she turned back to look at you two. “Hex will teleport you two to the Happy Harbor docks, you will have to swim the rest of the distance from there I’m afraid.”

“That is perfectly fine, I’m sure the two of us will manage just fine from there.” Scorpio gave Dreamcatcher a smile as the two of you turned to leave the room, giving a curt smile and nod to the intimating figure of a man leaning against the doorframe, your clear nerves resulted in your cousin leaning over to whisper in your ear. “Don’t mind him, he is actually really sweet once you get to know him.”

“Must be nice…”

“Mhm… now can you tell me what baseball is?”

“...Honestly I am not too sure what it is myself.”

You never realized how truly terrifying the ocean was, it was endless, going on as far as the eye could see. It looked so dirty, with sand, mud, algae, and all sorts of things spreading through the water. The ocean was nothing like the pool which was kept clean and perfect at all times, always crystal clear. 

Hex had teleported you to an isolated end of the docks, most likely closed off to the general public, before leaving you two to take care of his own assignment in this mission. You stood at the end of the dock, staring down into the water that felt bottomless. Meanwhile, Scorpio was perfectly comfortable, stripping off her outer layer of clothes that covered the waterproof Atlantian garb she must have left home in. You were already standing in your own suit, it was somewhat reminiscent of your father’s own suit he wore as Aquaman, but your suit was sleeveless and the shades of orange were replaced with a dark blue, and the greens were replaced by blacks, along with a hood and a mask to cover your neck, gills, mouth, and nose, only leaving the top of your face exposed, the mask was built into an oxygen filter, allowing you to breath underneath the deepest of waters without a single issue, but still, you were terrified. 

“Are you alright, Pisces?” Your cousin asked, pulling your mind out of its self-induced panic, she seemed to be ready to go while your heart was racing. “Just don’t think about it, I’ll jump in first and you can follow, okay?”

“Okay.”

She gave your hand a little squeeze before walking down the dock in order to get a few feet for a running start, and that is just what she did, sprinting down the dock at full speed and practically doing a flip in the air like human divers would do off of driving boards, the splash she left in her wake was so loud you were worried it may wake someone up.

“Nothing to fear… just a little water.”

You forced yourself to copy your cousin’s steps, walking backward a few feet down the dock before running forward so you would not be able to stop yourself, your body curling for you to drive right in head first.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

1K Followers Celebration - Requests

Requests CLOSED

ORIGINAL:

(This post may change in the future)

In celebration of my 1000 Followers (which I don't even know how I got 😅), I'm opening requests for TWISTED WONDERLAND and OBEY ME! this December.

I had already opened requests before, if you want to see the list of them, here it is 👇

500 Followers Celebration - Requests

If you want to know why I don't usually have requests: I'm relatively new to writing for tumblr and wanted to write my ideas. As a person committed to finishing what I start, I knew that if I had requests I could put a lot of weight on my own shoulders. So I will only do this on special occasions, and when I know I will have time to write them.

Before you make your request, I just wanted to tell you what I am writing/have already written but I haven't posted yet, so you don't need to request for this ones.

🪞 TWISTED WONDERLAND:

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Overblot Students (Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia)

Pocky Day - All Students (?) - I'm still thinking about this one, but what would it be like if you told them about Pocky Day and wanted to play it with them?

I also want to make posts with the clubs, I'm just waiting for the cards to appear on the Eng Server and then I can start writing.

😈 OBEY ME!:

Popular with the Ladies - Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor) Based on the card "Popular with the Ladies”. You saw photos of them with succubus on Devilgram. What will they do when you seem uncomfortable or even upset about this?

Glamping - Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor) Based on the most recent event.

✅GENERAL RULES:

I only write Reader-inserts.

Up to 7 Characters per request.

Only 1 request per message.

I intend to write like I usually do, like "What if...". So Imagines and Headcannons. The number of words depends on how inspired I will be. But I usually don't reach 1k words.

I always write Gender Neutral Reader. If you want a specific gender, I just feel comfortable writing Fem Reader, since I myself am one.

🚫I WILL NOT WRITE:

NSFW / smut

Yandere

Dark Themes / Themes that require some kind of trigger warning. (Examples:  rape, suicide, eating disorders, panic attacks, abuse, etc.)

Angst UNLESS it ends with fluff/comfort 

I like to read these kinds of things for comfort, so I also write to comfort the reader. So something that strays too far from that, I won't write.

🪞 TWISTED WONDERLAND:

I follow the English Server. So please don't ask me for anything about story and/or events that have only happened on the Japanese Server. Sorry. 😔

Students only. In Ortho’s case, uniquely platonic. In Rollo's case, I feel like I don't have enough information about the character, but I can try.

I always follow Canon. No AUs. Unless it's small things like the reader is already in a relationship with them, I don’t know. The further away from the canon the less I'll know how the heck they would behave. 😅

😈 OBEY ME:

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[angel-anachronism]

𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 (series)

Chapter II: The Star Of The Show

CW: AFAB reader (they/them), nothing! (the yandere actions didn't happen yet... or did they?).

MASTERLIST

<<Chapter I, Chapter III>>

The carnival was truly something to revere. A grand archway adorned the entrance, illuminated by a cascade of soft lightbulbs that were yet to be lit since the sun was still in the sky, and cheery music was playing behind the entrance, which was guarded by a ticket agent inside his little booth. Neither I nor Clem could see the man behind the foggy glass, but Clem gave the man two tickets, which he took and started studying to see if they were authentic. After a few seconds, we were finally allowed to walk inside the circus, and it was truly more marvellous than I imagined.

I was looking at the surroundings, awestruck. If Wonderland truly existed, this place would be how it'd look like! There were people of all different sizes and backstories surrounding stalls and rides. Still, truly the brightest star in this heliocentric system that was called a carnival was the giant main tent, a spectacle in itself, with billowing fabric adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. 

"You seem to adore this surrounding, aren't you?" Clem stopped me from daydreaming with a hearty chuckle. I shook my head and smiled at him, feeling ecstatic, like a child would feel at a place such as this one.

"How couldn't I? This is like a heaven for people with superior imagination, truly like another nature to the most imaginative toffs*!" 

"And yet you were acting like a meater* earlier! I told you that everything will be worth it to see this place!" Clem smiled cheekily. I gave him an unimpressed look, before looking at the other visitor of this place, the sparrow that I took under my wing, pun intended. I felt slightly sad as I saw a bunch of sparrows around the trees, being able to fly freely, while the one I took under my care couldn't join them. 

"Did you give her a name yet?" Clem asked. "the sparrow?"

"Hmm...not yet..." I replied, huffing. "Have you got an idea?"

"How about...Brisky?" He suggested. Brisky...that's an interesting name... I nodded my head in agreement. "Well, it's nice that we came to an agreement-"

Before he could finish the sentence, something bumped into Clem, which made him almost lose his balance. "Watch where you're going-" was what he was about to say, until we both met the gaze of a small girl, no older than thirteen. What intrigued me most about her was the colour of her curls, her fair sui generis* white hair, which was quite a big contrast to her rich umber skin.

"My apologies...sir!" The little girl muttered, before running past us. She was heading towards the tent, holding on to her satchel as if wanting nothing to fall out of it. Unluckily for her, something did fall out of her satchel. As I picked the item up, I noticed that it looked like a necklace with some sort of flower shape. 

"Excuse me! You lost something!" I yelled so I could get her attention but on deaf ears was heard my voice. Without even announcing Clem, I started running towards the tent so that I could catch the girl, while hearing Clem yell at me in the background.

Once I got inside the tent, I was shocked to see a lot of people there, but no sign of the white-haired girl. Even Brisky chirped, probably showing her fear for the people surrounding us. I put my hand over her, and then I heard Clem enter, huffing. "I called for you!"

"Well, I'm very sorry your highness!" I mocked him before somebody began pushing us gently from behind towards the benches "Please, madam and sir, take a seat. You're stealing the attention from the stars of the show." the deep gloomy feminine voice of the person from behind us said. We complied, I myself feeling a little ashamed for getting scolded and sat down on the benches in the back. The tent darkened, as the spotlight was now at the centre of the ring, where the ringmaster was standing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals and gender nonconforming pals! Step right up, step right up, see amazing human oddities, freaks of nature. Be warned, people with heart conditions, children, women - we will accept no responsibility for fainting, reoccurring nightmares, or death!" The ringmaster laughed, seeming proud of what he spoke, as if he hadn't said these exact same words before during shows. "With that in mind, welcome to Beau and Harvey's: Spectacular, Marvellous, Magnificent Carnival! The greatest show ever heard of in entire Europe!" 

People began clapping, and I started clapping too. "This moment will live forever, tonight!" as the ringmaster said that, a bunch of spectacular colours began appearing in my vision: acrobats jumping high in the air from behind me and Clem, which caused me to yelp, plenty of wild animals I haven't seen before in my life, and people in multicoloured clothing. There were even people juggling objects on fire, and how did their hands not burn? They weren't even wearing gloves or anything to protect their skin!

All the carnies appeared, with the ringmaster in front of them, showing his dominion over them in a way by stealing the attention of the viewers, including myself. Everyone began clapping, whistling and even shouting from how magnificent the opening act was. I can't wait to see what else they have in store!

"Thank you, thank you!" The ringmaster tipped his top hat at the audience. "Now, as I can observe you hungry pooches are waiting for the fun part, but we're trying to spice things up a bit today. I mean, seeing the same carnies do the same things every single time, must be getting quite boring for the viewer, wouldn't you agree?" The crowd responded with either yes or no, but the people mostly responded with "yes". "Well then, tonight we'll be having a star! But not just anybody, somebody who happens to be very lucky!" 

The assemblage went silent as the man closed his eyes and began pointing his cane randomly.

"Ene mene miste, Es rappelt in der Kiste Ene Mene Mu und dran bist Du!"*

At each word, the man pointed randomly and inconsistently at the audience, and at the fifteenth word, the word "Du", was pointed towards me, Clem, and a few people who were sitting near us, yet the spotlight lit between me and Clem before it started slowly moving above me. "Oh wow, what luck I truly have..." I mentally cursed myself for sitting here, meanwhile, Clem was laughing his socks off at my luck. The ringmaster opened his eyes and said "You, the mademoiselle with the black hat! Step right up, don't be shy!"

I gave Clem little Brisky and my hat, and started walking slowly to my doom (which not so surprisingly was inside the ring). I felt like a lamb to the slaughter as I finally got past the fence and inside the ring. The ringmaster smiled at me, showing his golden tooth, and I did a curtsy, feeling very embarrassed at the moment. "Everybody give a warm welcome to our star of the show for tonight... what's your name?" The man asked, to which I gulped. Could I really say my name? I mean, there must be a lot of people named (Y/N) around the area, so I shouldn't worry too much... But what if someone reports me to Miss Hoffman?! I am wearing the uniform of the famous "Reinhart private girl school", but at the same time... nobody saw a Reinhart student as we're always on school grounds... stop being so cynical, just say your name, (Y/N)! 

"My name is (Y/N)..." I smiled sheepishly. 

"Ah, (Y/N)! How are you feeling being the star for tonight?" The man shook my hand energetically, which made me feel a little dizzy from how fast he was shaking my hand. "Good, well, bring them there!" I finally regained my thoughts as I heard the last part being enunciated towards somebody who was behind me apparently. Take me where?! Before I could utter anything, I felt two gloved hands on my shoulders as I was guided towards a... round wall? 

I was feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins from the confusion and what could happen to me, as the person was preparing me by putting my hands above my head. "Good luck." was all they said as they finally left. The spotlight shined towards me, blinding my eyes a bit, but before I could cover them, the showman began saying: "Now, everybody get prepared for the first act of tonight, the art of impalement." My eyes widened even more. I didn't sign up to get impaled! But a silhouette appeared in front of me, stepping a few feet away from me, holding daggers.

Was this the end of my life as (Y/N) Burton? The girl who was sent to right their bad behaviour at a private girl's school for two years straight, only to get into more trouble by sneaking into the circus?

I kept trying to stay as still as a boulder while the silhouette kept making false throwing gestures towards me as if they were calculating the correct direction to throw the daggers. I almost flinched as the first dagger was thrown near my waist, and then another near my hair, and then a few more, until the daggers created an outline of me. The whole crowd applauded, myself included, even if I felt like my soul was leaving my body from the fear I felt. Before I could ask the showman if I could just walk back at my seat, another pair of hands, this one without gloves, started taking me backstage.

"You did amazing, girly!" The person finally showed themselves, yet another girl, this time looking the same age as me, with long locks of white hair. Why does this circus only have white-haired people?! The girl smiled at me, her teeth as white as her albino skin, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Myrtle is that the girl that took Sisi's place at Perry's act?" A taller man with slicked-back brown hair asked.

"Yes, Dorian! Weren't they amazing for not being scared!" The girl whose name I learned was "Myrtle" giggled. They both looked like acrobats but with bright makeup, which I noticed was quite a pattern at this circus as everybody backstage was doing their makeup or already had makeup. It must be so that they can distinguish themselves, which was a little strange since all of them stuck out like sore thumbs among the crowd.

"To be honest, yes! It's like you're a professional carny, darling!" "Dorian" smiled at me.

"Why thank you!" I smiled at them, feeling very awkward at the moment. 

"Dorian, did you see my necklace anywhere?!" I heard a panicked tone say. It was the little girl from earlier with the distinctive white curls!

"I'm sorry, Elisnora, but I haven't seen anything. Go ask Pierre, she'd help you surely!" Dorian said. I looked in my bolero's pocket, trying to find the necklace, since I kept it to give back to the girl. Once I found it, I called the girl who was heading outside backstage. "Hey, is this perhaps yours?"

The girl's eyes twinkled with hope as I gave it to her. "Yes! Thank you so very much! You are my saviour!" she hugged me quickly, before stopping. I sensed that she was embarrassed and I giggled. "No problem! I remember seeing you earlier before the show began. You seemed to be in a hurry, so I rushed after you since your necklace fell out of your satchel, but the show had already begun." 

I saw a polar bear approach us and snuggle up to the girl, which honestly scared me a little. Bears are dangerous animals, and I'd expect polar bears to be even more dangerous as not many people live in their habitats, yet this one was so gentle towards the girl, and the girl didn't seem afraid one bit.

The little girl seemed to have noticed my initial fear, as she giggled "You don't need to be afraid of Fram. He means no harm. He's like a giant puppy!" she took my hand and made me pet the bear, which scared me a lot. Instead of getting my hand bitten, the bear instead leaned into my touch, its fur being silkier than any fine satin dress I've ever worn. "See?"

I heard the man laugh from beside me. "Hah! You're more of a scaredy cat than Pierre is! You're even standing still as a rock!" 

"Will you two stop being so noisy! Yes, you and Myrtle might be "Oh so gracious like fine feathers in the sky" but that doesn't mean that you have the excuse to be lairy* all the time!" A new voice appeared, this one being so agitating like nails on a chalkboard from how it was yelling.

"Will you shut up for once! We have the star of the last act here with us right now, Sisi!" Dorian whispered-yelled at the new voice. I looked at the person who initially yelled, as he looked at me shocked.

"Oh why I apologize for how I acted, dear! You see my two cohorts* made me a little angry as of right now!" The person smiled. He had a classic harlequin clown facepaint, copper, almost very bright red hair, and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen. They almost looked unnatural. The smile he had was oddly too exaggerated, something not a normal authentic smile would look like. "Either way, what's your name, doll? Was it (n/n)? Or perhaps (N/Y)? Either way, I have to thank you again for taking my place at the daggers act!"

Do circus carnies always have to shake hands so energetically?! I felt like I was on an awfully fast merry-go-round! But I guess it's just something they do to keep character and charm. After he was done, I was taken out of my inner thoughts as his words finally hit me. He asked for my name. "Oh, sorry! My name is not (n/n) or (N/Y). It's (Y/N)! Even if it wasn't pleasant to almost be pierced by knives, you sure are welcome!" I smiled at him.

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)..." He kept repeating my name, sounding like he was trying to keep his mind wrapped around that name. "Well, meeting you was a pleasure, dear (Y/N)!"

"ditto* your way..." "Cecil! Just call me Cecil! Cecil Cabaret!" The clown said, giving me his other hand to shake it. I yelped as I took it and saw it fall out of his sleeve. "Well, It seems that I really gave you a helping hand!" He joked, popping out his actual hand out of the sleeve, and now I could notice that the other hand was just a wooden hand.

"Sisi, you never give out your actual name to outsiders, do you perhaps..." "Myrtle, can you not be a nuisance for 2 minutes?! You know I hate that nickname!" The acrobat and the clown began bickering, leaving me alone with the other acrobat and the young teenager with the polar bear.

"Miss, didn't you come here with somebody earlier? You should surely go back to your seat, he might be wondering where you went!" Elisnora expressed her concern, and I nodded while giving her a reassuring smile.

"Please don't worry, I'm sure he's patiently waiting! My seat was near the entrance, but how can I get back to the entrance of the tent?" I asked her, but Dorian responded before Elisnora could even say a word.

"I could lead you towards the entrance, but we'd have to get around this big tent, which might tire you."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind! I owe you one for your hospitality!" I slightly curtsied before him. But I was met with only silence. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Just me and my habit of daydreaming!" The man with amber eyes laughed. The way his makeup was made, with two vertical black lines meant to represent tears like something a mime would have, made him look as if he was crying tears of joy.

"Don't worry, I also daydream a lot!" I laughed along with him.

"Enough fooling around, your friend must be waiting for you!" He smiled at me and took my hand, but unlike the others, he took it gently, not energetically like Cecil or the ringmaster. Dorian led me outside the tent as I waved goodbye at Elisnora, and even Myrtle and Cecil, who weren't paying a bit of attention to the surroundings, themselves in their little world full of quarrels and teasings. 

"You have a foreign accent..." Dorian muttered. He seemed to be trying to start a conversation with me, which I mean, isn't that strange, since he was just leading a stranger towards their destination.

"Well, my family is from (country name), but I was born in Hampshire, and my family still lives there."

"Then why are you here on the outskirts of Hamburg?"

"Long story short... I was sent abroad to a boarding school here in Germany for...reasons..."

This caused the man to give me a teasing smile "You are in a boarding school? I never went to an actual school, but I do know that you wouldn't be allowed out of school grounds, much less to go to a carnival!"

"Oh, shush! Can't I have a little fun?" I laughed, whispering those words since I was still a bit distrustful of the passers-bys. It might seem idiotic to confirm that I am indeed in a boarding school to Dorian, but the thing is, he's from the circus, and circus carnies can't have connections to anybody outside of the circus grounds, unless the person comes to the carnival first. So unless Miss Hoffman comes to the circus, which I don't believe she'd do even in a thousand years, I'm safe.

"I never said that. Stop putting words in my mouth!" Dorian laughed along. "I just remembered, I never introduced myself properly, which I apologize for properly! I'm Dorian, Dorian Vogelmeir." 

"You have a pretty name!" I complimented him.

"Why, thank you, darling! Likewise!"

As we were walking, I heard a familiar voice call out to me. "(Y/N)! Come here!" It was Clem.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Dorian!" I smiled at him, shaking his hand.

"The same could be said to you, doll!" Dorian said, and before I could leave he whispered in my ear. "I wouldn't want to trouble you... but you are always welcome to come back here! Just to let you know, we have shows only two times per week during work days: on Monday and Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday, so you can come here tomorrow and we can get to know each other more. You quite intrigued me a bit!" 

I nodded my head, feeling excitement at the idea. If I play my cards right again, I could easily sneak out of the school to see Dorian once more. We both bid each other goodbyes and I ran towards Clem, who had Brisky on his shoulder and my hat in his hands. "Who was that...clown?" 

"Oh, he's just a polite acrobat who led me back here. Doesn't the show still have a lot of acts remaining? Why did you leave?"

"It's almost two o'clock! Doesn't your recreation time end soon?" My eyes widened as I remembered.

"Oh, yes! We should go now. But before that..." I surprised Clem by hugging him. "Thank you very much for bringing me here! I had lots of fun!"

Clem giggled, giving me my hat back. "Do you want to come back here tomorrow?"

"Of course!" 

Dictionary: toffs - very elegant gentlemen meater - cowardly person sui generis - unique, of its own kind lairy -  annoying cohorts - a group of people with similar characteristics ditto - to agree/ say the same thing

Translation (DE-EN) "Eeny-meeny-miney-mo There's a commotion in the box, Eeny-meeny-mo And you are it." (I'm sorry if this is incorrect, German is my third language)

Hello everybody! I'd like to apologize for my silence in the past few months, I've been going through depression lately and tomorrow I'm getting operated because I am in the early stages of Melanoma, and I wouldn't want for it to worsen. I promise that during recovery I'll write more, not only for this book, but for my other books as well. I'll also try to show all the character designs soon (through my art). And one final note before I leave which I forgot to say in the first chapter/author's notes, there will be both female and male love interests! Goodbye, and have a swell day! ~Luce/Eden

[euryd-ce]

❁ MONSTER

PAIRING: Yan! Lady Thirteen! Michiko x GN! Assassin! Reader

CW: General Yandere Themes, Implied Stalking, Murder, Violence

NOTE: Mildly headcanon-based

Lady Thirteen is a very generous woman - especially when it comes to her underlings, and even more so to her favourite.

You used to accept hits - killing contracts - for virtually any price. Anything to keep food on your family's plates for as long as you needed, and anything to restore whatever honor they had after their encounter with a grevious incident that forced their plummet to rock bottom. But they never knew, and you intended to keep it that way.

You came across the little tea shop in the Chinatown by chance, and there you met the woman in charge in the flesh, Lady Thirteen they called her. She had an offer for you - one that you'd only decline if you were an utter fool. It was a hit against a rich bachelor who also happened to run a tea industry that garnered numerous consumers, or as she described it, "attracted the attention of her potential customers."

Naturally, you accepted the offer without hesitation. Though, it made you raise a brow, the fact that she so casually brought up that offer to you - that she seemed to know just what kind of monster you were.

You were good at your job, made it seem easier than it actually was - she'd give you that. The man she had hired you to kill days ago died no more than three days after you agreed to the task. It helps that the blame was pinned unto a high class restaurant he just so happened to eat at that day, where he was allegedly poisoned by one of their well-trained and accountable chefs. Ever since then, the restaurant had been under fire, which meant two less competitors she had to think about.

Once you were given the payment you were promised, you intended to leave, thinking that with how much you were given, it would be a one-time thing. But she spoke, "It's money that you are after, is it not?" She smiled, looking away from you.

You stopped in your tracks, wondering what she had in mind, "I guess..."

"Hmm... Then how about... you work for me?" She offered - tilting her head. It was as if she had planned this out long before.

You were quiet, not because you wanted to disagree, but because you didn't know how to respond.

"You'll be my bodyguard, for most of the part," she added. "But I'll still have targets for you to eliminate, and of course, you'll be compensated very generously."

You turned around in silent agreement. Why wouldn't you? It's not like anyone else was willing to pay you such an absurd amount nor was it like you had already planned out your next move. You believed it'd be practical - for the time being, if not for the rest of your life.

She liked that. She liked you - the way you were straightforward, so clear, the way you seemed easily let her have so much control over you, but most of all, the way you could potentially be just as ruthless as her.

Even as a bodyguard, she continued to assign you to hits. Likewise, you continued to accomplish said tasks, swiftly yet conscientiously - just the way she liked it. The woman almost wanted to see how far you go out of your pursuit for money, how long it would take until you fall into the cold depths of bloodlust, how much you would do for your little secret.

You were eventually tasked to kill your very own colleagues, two assassins that have long retired from the gruesome career. They now worked as the head waiters in the little teashop of the lady that stood before you, but you doubt that their skills have declined at all.

She gave you a sly smirk in response to the incredulous look that made its way unto your face. "Hmm? Are you unable to do it?"

The lady wasn't wrong, in a way. Compared to you, the two had far more years of experience, and had an advantage in number as they were inseparable - your efforts to take them down would be futile. You could possibly die, but you wanted to take the risk anyway. It's not like you ever found anything else to live for other than your family. You never lived for yourself - your destructive greed was always rooted in the people you cared for. It was never because you wanted to, but always because they needed you to, you believed.

"Why?" You asked the lady instead of giving her the answer she wanted.

"Oh? You're questioning me?" She smiled, and looked directly at you, "well if you insist..."

"They are traitors..." She whispered.

A week later, your plan was put into action. You were slick, but not enough to slip through their perceptiveness. Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an were more than aware of your plot, cautiously and subtly watching every move you made. They looked down on you - thought you were a fool for thinking you could possibly outplay them. They almost pitied you, thinking they should give you a swift and merciful execution, but they were bored, they missed the thrill of the game they once played - they played with you, delaying your imminent death.

The three of you were in an alleyway. The two gentlemen - your targets - stood without a scratch, laughing while you were already at your limit, bleeding out on the ground.

"You know, I thought you would at least put up a fight..." Xie Bi'an mocked.

"Oh but they did!" Fan Wujiu added before laughing once again.

"With the Madam's lapdog out of the way, everything is going to be so much easier hah!" Xie Bi'an rejoiced.

'so she was right...' You thought, assuming he meant her murder.

The same man crouched down to your level. "Now, is there anything you want us to know?" He asked, referring to why you did it.

"I..." You started to speak, blood still dripping from your forehead, but you flinched at the sound of a loud gunshot that rang from your left side.

"XIE-" Fan Wujiu let out a horrified gasp, but fell to the ground not even a second after.

You thought you were next, but the loud bang that would indicate your immediate death never came. In front of you, your targets still lay motionless on the ground. It wasn't you, it definitely wasn't you, and you of all people knew that. Using the little strength you had left, you escaped the scene as fast as you could. Surely, there were other civilians that heard the gunshots, and the last thing you wanted was to be caught in the middle of your mess.

You immediately went back to the tea shop, ignoring all the horrified stares you received, and made your way to the lady's office. When she signalled for you to come in, you saw her holding a thick stack of cold, hard cash - your payment. It was if she already knew about your violent confrontation, and how the deed had already been done.

But right when she tried to give it to you, you swatted it away, "It wasn't me."

"I know."

You gave her a questioning look, "you know?"

"I know everything," she said with a smug grin on her face. "I have eyes and ears all around this town, you know that?"

"Well," you huffed. "Then you should also know I won't accept payment for something I didn't do, you know that?"

"Take the cash." She ordered.

"No."

The lady scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, it isn't for you, isn't it?"

Your eyes widened in shock, but your shock was immediately replaced by a glare, followed by you harshly taking the money from the floor and you walking out of her office.

"That's what I thought," she chuckled.

It had been a year since the incident. The targets she'd assign for you to kill increased with the death of her former hitmen. While many of them were rising stars in the business world that posed a threat to her, you noticed that she often requested for you to kill nobodies who did as much as spare a glance at you. It brought to you some rather... unecessary feelings.

You slowly began to see your targets as human. You've gone so far, earned so much to the point that you could no longer see them as walking piles of cash, but as people who had lives that were just as - if not more - complex as yours, lives that you ended in mere seconds or days whether it be through your blades or through your carefully made poisons. You had gone soft, too soft, and she knew.

It was no surprise to her when you came into her office, telling her that you were going to leave, that she should just find someone else to do her dirty work, that you weren't capable anymore. It was funny - she found it funny - that you thought she'd let you go just like that, even after how much she spent to keep you where you were, but she chose to entertain you anyway.

"And? Where do you think you'll go to?" She questioned, not looking at you but instead at her cup of tea.

"Somewhere... It's none of your business, Michiko," you replied, spitting out her real name.

"They'll know. They'll know what you did, where your money is coming from, (Name)." The porcelain cup was set down, making a light clinking sound.

"Who?" You crossed your arms.

She finally looked at you, "your family, who else?"

"That's funny," you looked down and lied through your teeth. "They're dead."

"Really?" She asked with another smug grin on her face - she saw through you.

You on the other hand had enough of her games, and decided that if you were going to leave, you might as well just leave now. After letting out a disgruntled sigh, you made your way to the door, but you were interrupted by a loud bang that sounded eerily similar to the gunshots that saved you, yet haunted you ever since the death of the targets you failed to kill.

You turned and saw your former employer pointing a gun at the ceiling with her gloved hands, "I didn't say you could leave now. Hmm?"

"It was you..." Your glare darkened as she slowly pointed the smoking weapon towards you.

"I suppose," she said, blowing the smoke out of the revolver. "You'll put that aside, won't you? I saved you."

She had a point, you knew she did, and you couldn't argue otherwise. After all, you wouldn't be standing there at all if she hadn't shot the two men for you. She liked you so much that she got her hands dirty just to save you.

"You're a monster..." You gritted your teeth.

"Then that makes two of us, doesn't it?" She retorted. "Don't tell me you think you're an angel just because you're doing it for them."

"I'm not, I- "

"Imagine the looks on your poor parents' faces when they find out that their only child became... A monster." She let out a fake gasp while she slowly circled you.

"They'll drive you out. They'll say you aren't their little (Name) anymore. You'll have nowhere to go, nowhere but back to me." Her hand rested on her chest.

"And even if you did have somewhere to go, I'd look for you. I'd bring you back to where you belong. Even if it means getting my hands dirty again," She threatened, but her features quickly softened.

"Do you understand?"

You looked at her dead in the eyes, and yelled out "NO!" before pushing her down and making a run for it - at least, trying to.

You were immediately chased by many familiar faces, mostly people who worked for her at the tea shop. Most of which you could easily kill, but most of which you'd hesitate to even point your blades at. You outran most of them, and civilians who were unfortunate enough to block your way were harshly pushed aside with you muttering little sorries that were left unheard.

When you were sure that nobody was after you anymore, you stopped to take a break since you were almost out of breath. You sat by a tree nearby the entrance to the Chinatown, which was far larger than you thought with how long it took for you to escape it.

"How did you get here?" the voice of a young man came from above you, causing your eyes to shoot directly upward. You saw a young man sitting on the branch directly above you. The lion hat he wore made him look familiar, but you couldn't quite point out who he was.

As if he heard your thoughts, he introduced himself, "it's Norton... I often see you with my mother... I'm not sure if you've seen me though..."

"Mother? Do you mean Lady Thirteen?" You asked, almost terrified that he was even near you. It seemed to be evident on your face, as he had to reassure you that he wouldn't alert anyone.

"You won't?" You asked, skeptical of him, while he nodded. "Mhm."

"But... Why?" You asked, doubting that anyone else was willing to disobey Lady Thirteen.

"Because," he pointed at the butterfly that had been fluttering around you the entire time.

"She already knows."

You didn't have time to react when you heard the harsh rustling of the wind and you saw a ghostly white figure with red hair quickly dashing toward you - it was her. You tried to stand, to run away again, but you were so focused on your conversation with the young man that you didn't notice he had passed magnets down to you, effectively keeping you in place.

"You!- " You glared at him, angry at yourself for getting outwitted by him as you frantically tried to remove the multiple magnets on your stomach.

"And you..." A gloomy sigh escaped your lips as the ghostly white figure suddenly transformed into the hauntingly beautiful monster you were trying to escape.

"Have you had your fun?" She asked, using her fan to lightly tap on her palm.

You didn't answer her, but instead grabbed one of your hidden knives and tried to throw it at her. You aimed for her heart, but she swatted the knife away with her fan.

"Trying to kill me now?" She questioned, now with a pout on her face. "That's too bad..."

Before you could throw another knife, she grabbed your dominant hand and twisted your wrist, forcing you to let out a shriek in pain. "For safety measures," she claimed.

"I don't trust you, that's all," she said. "I don't want you to die, but you'll try to kill me again, maybe even with the revolver. I'll have to dislocate your other wrist too, won't I?"

"No... I won't..." You trailed off, but started screaming when she started reaching for your only functioning hand. "I WON'T- " you let out another shriek as she not only twisted your wrist but also your entire arm.

"You can still walk. Follow me," she ordered when Norton finished taking his magnets back, but you didn't move, knowing that she'd lead you back to her tea shop.

She sternly looked at you, and scowled, "That was an order."

You continued glaring at her, but once you thought you were ready to make a run for it, she swifty swung her bladed fan around your legs, forcing you to trip.

"Don't tell me you want me to break your legs too."

"Let me ... go ..." You said in between breaths.

"You're very hardheaded, do you know that?" She sighed, looking down on you.

"I can ... kill you ..."

"You won't," she smiled. "You can't, even if you tried - I won't let you." You tried crawling away while she talked, but you were dragged back by her pulling on your dislocated arm, causing you to hiss.

"You're a monster," she echoed your words. "And only a monster like me is capable of loving a monster like you."

She was a predator - a creature of the night who rejoiced in the thrill of the hunt, and you so unfortunately happened to be her favourite prey.

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

MY DARKEST DESIRE (joffrey baratheon x dark! reader)

Joffrey Baratheon x yandere! Reader

PART 1 OF 3

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: NON-CON, emotional manipulation, unhealthy behaviors. Obvious divergence from the canon. That's right, I'm hungry and I want Joffrey to suffer, so here goes.

You were the only daughter of Petyr Baelish.

How did he decide to take care of you? Easy, you were related to the Tullys: your mother was a member of that honorable house that in her youth fell in love with the charming Petyr, that was the only reason he took you under his care. He didn't love your mother, but having you was a point of power over that family, and obviously, it gave him a certain prestige that your father didn't intend to waste.

You couldn't blame him.

Since you were little he had taught you how cunning surpassed honor, and he had made you part of his strategies through innocent father/daughter games. Who could suspect that under the table was an innocent girl listening to conspiracy plans?

You grew up through power plays, secrets between nobles, and making connections at a young age. At your age, you already conspired with your father in the death of Jon Arryn.

You were like his only partner in crime. He told you about his plans, you fulfilled his wishes for influence in other houses, you told him your suspicions and you confessed what you wanted most: to help him be on the iron throne.

Now you were on a walk with Lady Margaery, both of you were alone and politely, you stroked her hair. Anyone would say they were friends with her, but you only saw her as a lever for power. You had known her since her arrival in King's Landing, wearing your classic mask of fear of King Joffrey's violence and your feigned kindness to any maiden in the Red Keep. So you tricked Sansa, the poor redhead who desperately needed someone kind in her life, into the mercy of the Arryn according to your father's plan and she was safe there.

"Everything okay, lady?" Margaery's lovely voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You ignored the strange pressure in your chest when you thought about the Stark's future.

"That's right, my rose." You gave her a seductive look, Margaery tried to hide her blush by pretending to pick some other flower.

But you knew her well. You knew of the Tyrell ways, of his trickery, and of Margaery's purpose: to become queen. You became close to the future queen according to your plan: to become someone trustworthy (by advising her, joking with her and sharing your false worries like not knowing whom to marry) … and she responded with gradually spontaneous smiles, answering your jokes with wit and offering you the possibility of marrying Loras, as if you were humble in the first place.

Little by little, you became friends with her (getting petting, talking with Loras like they were old friends, as well as having intelligent conversations with Olenna, the true Tyrell mastermind). Secretly, you took advantage of everything you could to learn more about the Tyrell through oral data that the young woman gave you. And then came the hardest step to do: seduce her.

When you were thirteen, your father took you to one of his brothels. You knew from a young age what he was working, but you had never seen what happened inside. There he showed you the prostitutes, how the pleasure business worked, the nobles who requested his services and in the company of women of pleasure, he taught you how to please a man or a woman, or even tactics that would make anyone submissive of Dorne.

And you did your duty.

Over several moons, you meekly began to make advances to the ambitious Tyrell. At first, she feigned innocence and even mild rejection of your advances, but thanks to your parents' spies, you knew that she spoke positively about you whenever she could with her grandmother. You mentioned it to your father and he proudly admitted that having you was positive. That was the best, even though you were cunning, cruel and calculating, you loved the love that your father gave you. So encouraged, the caresses turned into kisses and these into sexual acts. You pleased her, you pretended to be an angel by her side, and you sweetened her with words of always being by her side, helping her when she is queen. However, you only executed the steps to bring the Baelish name closer to power.

“At a good time I see them. “the hoarse voice of the Tyrell matriarch was present, you made the classic bow as the protocol said,” Don’t bother, girl. Hey Loras! Come here, help your grandmother.”

You coldly thought how to fully gain the trust of the queen of thorns.

"It's nice to have you around."

"No way, little girl! I know you will join us soon.”

You smiled, if only they knew…

—

You notified your father of the progress with the Tyrells. His smile appeared on his face when you told him everything you achieved during these last three months. You didn't see him because he was in the Eyrie, courting Lady Lysa.

"You know this is the hardest part, right?"

You nodded. It wasn't just about cajoling the Tyrells, you had to influence the littles Baratheon.

After a short dialogue, you left in the direction of the palace.

You politely greeted the nobles who were around and decisively went to where King Joffrey should be.

"Isn't this place a bit dangerous for a young woman?"

Inwardly you frowned, the Spider's sweet words irritated you. You had known him for as long as you could remember, your father's rival, the same man who had given you your first candies simply to separate you from your father.

“I am touched by his concern, Lord Varys. And at the same time, I am amazed that you are here. I'm at the request of a maid, you know.”

"The king has grown braver" he replied with his classic wide eyes.

"Such bravery will shed blood."

You bowed your head to say goodbye and left. You quickly mentally replayed all his gestures and words.

You concluded that Joffrey was in a bad mood, a mortal danger to anyone who came near. Better you should go to Tommen, though that meant daringly dodging the queen regent. You faked a downcast look when you entered Tommen's playground, luckily his mother wasn't near him, but that didn't mean anything safe, there were guards everywhere and he was surrounded by other young nobles.

You chattered with false joy until you approached the shy Baratheon, you couldn't blame him. The fact of growing up with a beast eager for pain had reduced his extroversion, making him closed and even tender, for a moment, you felt remorse, but you discarded those annoying thoughts thinking of making your father happy. That was the most important thing.

“Do you like salmon chunks, your grace?

Tommen blushed. You knew why, his cat Sir Pounce especially enjoyed that fish, and Tommen fed it secretly because if he did it in public, Joffrey would show his cruelty. You knew this from your own spies in the kitchens, and besides, you served dinner from time to time when Tommen was feeling blue to eat with the others.

"Yes, I like it a lot”

"I'm glad. Tonight we will prepare various dishes and with your confirmation I could make some extra dishes of cooked salmon along with chicken and cream of duck with herbs for you”

"I would like that, thank you, Lady Baelish."

"You're welcome, your highness."

Under shy and polite smiles, you walked away. You were not to give suspicion to your alleged lover Margaery Tyrell or the others.

Tonight could be the beginning of another step for the father's plan.

@yandere-stan @yandere-daydreams @megsironthrone @letsasoiaftogetherftogether @missglaskinkin @witchthewritertchthewriter @a-libra-writesa-writes  @agent-whiskeys-sweetheartweetheart @ladywinterwitchinterwitch @anxiousnerdwritings

[animeyanderelover]

basic Hc's (Midoriya, Bakugou, Shoto, Kaminari, Kirishima, Iida, Sero)

basic Hc's (Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Jiro)

Shinsou Hc's

Mei Hc's

Seiji Hc's

Big Three Hc's (Mirio, Tamaki, Nejire)

more Hc's (Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga)

don't judge a book by it's cover (Mirio, Tamaki, Nejire)

Fatgum Hc's

Overhaul hc's

Hawks Hc's

Aizawa Hc's

Midnight Hc's

Neko Dabi doing what he wants

darling finally loves them (Dabi, Overhaul)

telling them they have gentle eyes like their mother (Shigaraki, Dabi)

jealousy Hc's with an oblivious crush (Izuku, Shoto, Shinsou, Overhaul)

Prompt 89 (Toga)

s/o loves them back (Shigaraki, Aizawa, Hawks)

Villain Denki

more Hc's (Twice, Toya)

into Valentine's Day (Twice, Toya)

fighting over a quirkless darling (Aizawa, Dabi, Hawks)

quirkless, sweet ans shy baker s/o (Dabi)

darling is very blunt and doesn't care about other people's opinion (Jiro) 25

s/o with Narcolepsy (Twice, Toya)

more Hc's (Endeavor)

s/o likes to wear their clothes (Shigaraki, Twice, Toya, Endeavor)

s/o proposes to him (Hawks)

Inko Hc's

naive s/o (Bakugou, Dabi, Shinsou)

overprotective over their younger, innocent brother (Mei)

s/o nearly dies whilst giving birth (Izuku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Overhaul)

I need to tell you something (Nemuri/Midnight)

soft spoken and gentle crush (Uraraka)

they are so beautiful (Shoto, Momo, Shinsou)

it was just an accident (Momo)

I want a baby (Shoto)

NSFW Hc's (Shoto)

parents (Momo, Shigaraki, Overhaul)

parents (Inko)

Prompt 72 (Toga)

Rei Todoroki Hc's

that's so cool (Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa)

trans darling (Dabi)

more Hc's (Nao Shimura)

Prompt 63 (Bakugou)

Shoji Mezo Hc's

You smell like home (Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki, Shoji)

Just a nightmare (Shoto, Momo, Shinsou) 50

Miruko Hc's

s/o escapes from forced marriage (Izuku, Shoto, Shinsou, Tamaki)

Mt. Lady Hc's

Shiretoko Tomoko Hc's

I want to be good (Izuku, Ochaco, Miruko)

Secret admirer (Tamaki)

Ryukyu Hc's

Hundred clones (Midnight, Inko, Rei, Miruko, Mt. Lady, Ryukyu, Thirteen, Mitsuki)

Yandere Alphabet (Shigaraki)

Fuyumi Hc's

Yandere Alphabet (Setsuno)

Holding hands (Tamaki)

Begrudgingly sharing (Shoto&Tamaki)

Yandere Alphabet (Nao)

Genuine happiness towards only you (Shoto, Dabi)

Natsuo Hc's

Abandonment issues (Izuku, Shoto)

You're handsome (Izuku, Shoto)

Neito Monoma Hc's

All for One!Deku with a civilian s/o

Male s/o with Clone Quirk (Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Kyoka, Tsuyu, Toru, Mei, Nejire, Kendo, Ibara)

Obsession multiplied (Uraraka, Momo, Mina, Kyoka, Tsuys, Toru, Mei)

Happy Birthday, my dear! (Izuku, Shoto, Shigaraki)

s/o is a Pokemon Trainer (Miruko)

Tired of everything (Miruko) 75

Accidentally hurting the s/o (Midoriya)

Soulmate AU (Shoto)

Homeless darling (Izuku, Shoto, Hawks)

Quirkless civilian darling (Kurogiri)

Darling wants kids (Hawks)

Starter Prompt (Hizashi Yamada)

Haunting nightmares and sleeplessness (Shigaraki)

Human heater (Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Shinsou, Tamaki, Monoma, Tetsutetsu)

If you love me, you'll let me go? (Midoriya)

Finally warming up (Midoriya)

Yandere BNHA Hc's (Nana, Kotaro, Skeptic)

To stop a fight (Shigaraki)

Yandere All Might Hc's

Hero Shigaraki AU

Yandere Geten Hc's

Sharing a darling (Inko & Rei)

You're my rival so no one else can hurt you (Bakugou)

Parents Part 2: Their child is a bit older (Momo, Shigaraki, Overhaul, Inko)

Stubborn cane user s/o with chronic pain (Mei)

Vampire AU (Dabi)

Unwilling kidnapped darling is sick (Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, Tamaki)

Very shy s/o (Dabi)

Rejection (Midoriya, Bakugou, Shoto)

Second Masterlist

[moonlit-mizukage]

Summary: Popular punk band, Skull crusher, had to find a new drummer due to the sudden disappearance of the last one. As band manager and lead singer, Semi Eita's girlfriend, Y/l/n Y/n brings Kyotani, a rising internet drummer they found online into the picture. Everything was great at first, then Kuroo, the lead guitarist, started getting creepy messages and presents. Y/n is determined to find out who is trying to sabotage the band when things only take a turn for the absolute worst. Who could be the mysterious stalker really be? Is it their new band mate? Or could it be a close friend of one of the members? 

Main Pairings: F!reader x Semi Eita, Kuroo x His Stalker ??? 

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, some BxB, blood, stalker, yandere themes, unhealthy obsession, dead animals,  graphic violence, drinking alcohol, smoking, breaking and entering, property destruction, aggressive behaviours, sexual jokes, implied sex, murder, body horror, cannibalism????? Kinda??? Gosh this is just a ride of physical violence please 😭 (I may add more as time goes on) 

RATED 18+ CAUSE THIS WILL BE VIOLENT AND HAVE ADULT THEMES

Disclaimer: I do not own any Haikyuu characters. I also do not own the name of the band either. This is not a romance smau between the mains as the reader is already in a relationship with Semi. She becomes a detective basically to try and find who is causing such a commotion. This is also an AU, so most do not play volleyball except one or two background characters. Everyone is in their 20’s in this piece! 🖤 

Art disclaimer: I do not own any art in this fic. Shout out too @jellyfishsart for letting me use their amazing drawing of Kyotani for this smau!

Genre: Horror with a slice of romance 

Format: Smau and written (Mostly written!!) 

Updates: COMPLETE!!!

Taglist: Closed!

Introductions | Skull Crushers | Y/n’s Babies

Chapter one: It’s rock band time fuckers

Chapter two: Kiyoko blocked me :(

Chapter three -  THAT MOTHER FUCKER TRIED TO GRAB US!

Chapter four: The letter smells like Yukie

Chapter five: A cat fight in the bathroom you say?

Chapter six:  Hello Mrs. y/l/n, do you have a second to speak with us?

Chapter seven: Are we all on the list?

Chapter eight: Perfect

Chapter nine: A Present

Chapter Ten: No I’m calling the fucking cops

Chapter eleven: I’m sorry for your ears

Chapter Twelve: I just want to talk to him

Chapter thirteen: I deleted twitter too

Chapter Fourteen:  No, I have never seen these before.

Chapter fifteen:  LETS DO ITTTTTT

Chapter sixteen: Yachi please explain.

Chapter Seventeen: No I blocked him

Chapter eighteen: Home Visit

Chapter nineteen: I’d go crazy without you

Chapter twenty: You’re both sick!!

Chapter twenty one: I’m sorry I tripped

Chapter Twenty Two: I did this for us

Chapter Twenty three: Stop moving Asshole

Chapter Twenty four: I knew it was you

Chapter twenty five: Keiji?

Chapter twenty six: What the hell is going on?

Chapter Twenty seven:  What are you saying Eita?

Chapter Twenty eight: I’ll follow you until you love me

Chapter twenty nine: Please don’t look at me

Chapter thirty: Tetsuro...

Epilogue: Five years later

Taglist: @satan-ruler-of-hells @elianetsantana @elephantloser @putmeinyourdeathnote @levithansbabygirl @megumitodoroki @idontknow-whatto-callthis @jellyfishsart @freakydeaky226 @atria-avior @doodletingz​ @kac-chowsballs @twistedvalkyrie @ranu-chan @why-couldnt-it-be @thisnoodlewritesao3 @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @trashy-simp @inumakis-salmonroll @nyxeaa​ @random-fandom-girl-24 @faewraithsworld @je-suis-argent-miel​ 

[jjungkookislife]

Fic Recs 2020 Pt. 1

Seokjin

let’s get married [SMAU] @hangsangwithbts

Summary: seokjin has no intention of getting married, but after facing tremendous pressure from his family to finally settle down, he comes up with the brilliant idea to fake a marriage. the lucky bride just so happens to be you.

voice mail @joonary

summary: kim seokjin is best known around campus for his romance advisory podcast, voice mail, but to you, he’s just your lovable idiot of a best friend. but when he accidentally lets it slip that he’s fallen for one of your fellow peers, you can’t help but be a little bit curious (and quite frankly, a tad bit jealous).

Yoongi

cheers if you agree @out-of-jams

summary: If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t know who you were or even how to get into contact with you, Yoongi wouldn’t be posting all over Weverse for anyone to see. Not that he thought anyone would be smart enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together with how many people responded to his posts anyway.

snake kisses @peekaboongi

summary: You are grossly unprepared for the snake hybrid that enters your life. Yoongi is quiet and sneaks around you but eventually, even the cold reptile warms up to you.

under construction [SMAU] @luffles424

summary: In which y/n is just trying to figure out what to do with her life with the help from her (un)helpful friends

Hoseok

going once, going twice, sold @bxebxee

summary: But the real reason anything at all started with Hoseok was something much simpler, and probably wholly unexpected - not that you ever planned on any of the other members of the MBA Society to find out.You leave your unlocked phone in his car before stumbling your way into your tiny, studio apartment. And he sees a twitter notification asking you for further discount on your panties.That is all it takes.

just practice @lamourche

summary: The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn’t remember the first time.  You’re surprised.  It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, you’ll learn.)

game over @9uk

summary: your boyfriend has been gaming all day without paying much attention to you. that is until his friends on discord brings up the moaning noises in the background.

you’re my kryptonite @dovechim

summary: Superheroes are immortal, they are everything we are not. The Krypton are a race of superhumans sent down to Earth to protect humans, and they are the epitome of nobility and protection. You have always believed in their immortal, God-like powers, revered and admired them your entire life. Your wish for your very own superhero is granted when you meet Jung Hoseok, a Krypton with the most unique, powerful abilities you’ve ever seen.

Namjoon

first, do no harm @yandere-society

summary: Dr. Kim is well known as the most skilled heart surgeon in the hospital, but when you notice his mortality statistics seem skewered, you discover all is not what it seems. Now, Dr. Kim is offering you a choice: will you join him? Or become yet another broken heart beneath his scalpel?

internet friends [SMAU] @bts-celestials​

summary: meeting through online, namjoon slowly starts to fall for the person who likes all the things he’s into. maybe having friends online is fun.

Jimin

reset @dovechim

summary: We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

paparazzi (tw: flash banner) @chinkbihh​

summary: What if the roles were reversed and it was Jimin who was the fan and you who was the idol?  But what if he wasn’t just a casual fan, but an avid fan?  Maybe even a sasaeng…  

Taehyung

the morning after @softlyjiminie

summary: one night, full of passion, whispered promises and heated kisses. one morning, full of regret and unwanted memories. is a night with your ex enough to send you running back into the arms of the devil?

fake love @mygsii

summary: an arranged marriage between you and taehyung leaves behind feelings of bitterness and hatred. will your heart be able to survive, especially when you’ve loved him all your life, or will it fall apart with this marriage?

cheap skate @gukslut

summary: Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.

baby i @jiminsfault

summary: a one night stand with a stranger leads to so much more than just great sex

Jungkook

only for love [SMAU] @lysjeon

summary: for almost four years it had been just him and sarang, and he had no plans on changing the life they had become accustomed to any time soon, but of course y/n has to come and shake his world.

one time in your room @ubemango

summary: There are papers to write, and virgins to daydream about. (You can think about Jeongguk’s dick later.)

piss off your parents @littlemisskookie

summary: In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

departure @nomnomsik

summary: As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

curiosity @hobidreams

summary: when innocent jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question… you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

inkling @gguksgalaxy

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

j’aime @baepop

summary: You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

pop goes the cherry @1oserjk

summary: jungkook comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up — in more ways than one.

skirt chasers @1kook

summary: “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”

kiss it better @jincherie

summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

pay by play @yoonia

camboy!au

deeply poisoned @xmagicxshopx

summary: Kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us. Deeply poisoned by the jail of you. I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway.

speeding ticket @minstrophywife

summary: Caught speeding to get home in time, you find yourself pulled over by a very delicious cop. Perhaps you can talk your way out of the ticket.Or,“I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.”

OT7/Multiple Members

buttercream @minniepetals

summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

dulce periculum @forgottenpasta

summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part ½

tropicana @dragunjk

summary: groovy punch sippin

amaranthine @koyamuses

summary: As the sole owner of Nightshade, a quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, you find pleasure in rising each morning to tend to your guests but behind closed doors and within the shadows, you are the covenant leader to a group of young vampires who have claimed you as their mate.More often than not, your day is brimming with a mix of daily chores and back door deals that ensure the survival of your covenant. However, everything changes when three werewolves come stumbling into your life, all three of them claiming it was your scent that drew them closer as the words true mate ring into the silence.

testosterone boys @kiwiscript

summary: A little end of the year party tradition gets taken too far.

operation love letters @ve1vetyoongi

summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

our princess @iridescentjin

summary: In your newly established poly relationship, you are intimate with both Taehyung and Seokjin at the same time for the first time.

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me?! Chapter Thirteen-Introductions and Greetings-Part One

(Y/N)’s POV:

I woke up to a gentle shake of my shoulders, and protested being awake by trying to pull the covers over my head. “Now, now don’t be like that, (Y/N).” I heard my older brother Lucifer chuckle amused. “We all have a busy schedule today, and must be up early.”

I groaned in annoyance and proceeded to sit up. The noise of annoyance quickly turned to one of pain as my head ached from sitting up too fast. Lucifer quickly reacted by supporting the back of my head gently. “There, there it won’t do you any favors to get up so quickly after being hurt. Barbatos already changed your bandages while you were asleep, all that’s needed now is for you to get ready for the day.”

“Okay.” I nodded as a replied. I got up carefully with Lucifer’s help. Once I was standing two maids entered the room after knocking.

“We are here to assist the Young Lady as she recovers.” They curtsied carefully before us. “May we approach your little sister, Lord Lucifer?”

My brother nodded curtly. “It appears Lord Diavolo has addressed the issues with his staff's tendencies to act without permission.”

“We deeply apologize for the nurse’s behavior when the Young Lady was being treated.” They practically groveled under his irritated gaze. It must be nice to have so much power, but soon I will too. It’s just a matter of careful patience and manipulation.

“Brother…” I gently hold onto the edge of his sleeve looking up at him. “They're only here to do their jobs. It’s not their fault servants of a whole another part of the castle behaved rudely.”

He sighed in an exasperated but caring way. “You are too nice to the lesser demons.”

I shake my head quickly looking down slightly as though embarrassed. “I don’t believe in such things as too much kindness.”

Lucifer nearly patted my head delicately before leaving. “Make sure you appear as someone of your standing. Do not look like an insult to our family.” Despite the way the words would seem harsh his tone was actually gentle and caring as he left my guest room of the castle.

The maids made quick work of helping me change from my night dress to my outfit of the day. It appeared I would be dressing properly as a Lady Demon now. The dress that was hung up on a rack the maids brought in was a rich, deep black and red combo. It had impeccable lace work that subtly showed the marks of each of my brothers positions as avatars of sin. Including one extra that I assumed was mine. It stopped just above my knees and poofed out due to a black petticoat.

Sitting on the rack was also a few boxes which I looked at curiously. Glitch hovered around excitedly as the maids dressed me. The boxes contained my shoes and jewelry as well as a nice pair of gray stockings. The shoes had blood red jewels and laced up until my knees. I internally winced at the thought of walking around in such tall heels all day, especially with how unsteady I had been feeling due to my recovery.

Once I had been dressed I was helped to sit down at the dressing table where the maids put my hair into two ponytails with dark red ribbons tied into bows. They left my face with almost no makeup thankfully so I wouldn’t look too demonic unlike most demons my age who wore heavy dark makeup.

The entire time they worked on getting me ready the maids didn’t talk to me or look me in the eye. At least I wouldn’t have to walk in these death trap heels since apparently they had a special wheel chair prepared for me. What kind of lecture did they get regarding me to make them so frightened of interacting with me? Still it would do good for my image to appear sweet to them. “You did so well helping me!!” I beamed a smile at them thankfully. “What are your names so I can thank you properly?”

They both startled at my question looking at each other hesitantly as they helped me into the wheelchair. The maid who had short black hair spoke first stuttering slightly as she adjusted my dress. “I am called Hanna, Young Lady. This is my sister Jess.” She gestured to the maid beside her that had long black hair. Both of them were almost identical in appearance sporting matching red horns and each had a orange bracelet wrapped around their wrists with the gluttony symbol of my brothers Beels. Maybe that was how lesser demons were identified as to which circle of hell they belonged to?

“Thank you very much, Hanna and Jess. You truely did a wonderful job.” I smile gently at them. “Now should we get going to breakfast?”

“Yes, Young Lady.” They spoke in unison as they curtsied. Hanna pushed my wheel chair into the hall beginning our treck to the dining room as Jess removed any possible obstacles and handled the doors.

“Good morning.” Glitch greeted me popping into existence in front of me. “Today will be busy in more ways than one for you!”

“Don’t think we won’t be having words over you conduct last night.” I seethed to Glitch through my thoughts. “But do tell what you mean by that statement.”

Glitch’s screen wavered a deep blue trembling before me given my tone. “Well not only do you have to follow the schedule Diavolo set but you have five missions to complete before tomorrow.”

I tried my best to keep my anger off my face and maintain a gentle facade. “What?!”

“It’s not up to me! The omnipresent decided you need a little push to remind you to further your agenda now that it has new variables to deal with!”

I sighed mentally in exasperation. “What the hell are my tasks? What can I even do when I’m so injured still?! I’m literally in a wheelchair!”

“Pulling up task screen now.” Glitch steadied before me pulling open the nesessary tabs to view my task. It read as follows:

Task one-

Become a fan girl for Simeon’s book series.

Reward: full set of said series as well as 50 coins for shop

Punishment: burning of all belongings 

Task two-

Show a mentality completely opposite of a demon and accidentally reveal tragic backstory to angel exchange students.

Reward: raised affinity boosts for angels as well as 50 coins for shop

Punishment: eyes gouged out

Task three-

Reveal demon form in anger to the second exchange student and have the others take your side.

Reward: Secret Suprise

Punishment: loss of control over body for twenty four hours where you will act like a toddler

Task four-

Avoid a pact with the human sorcerer Solomon despite his manipulation.

Reward: Spell book of curses that will be helpful for the future success of your plans

Punishment: failing this on its own is enough of a punishment since it ruins any plans you have

Task five-

Prevent Hanna and Jess from suffering mistreatment.

Reward: their loyalty

Punishment: dismemberment 

“This is way too much for only one day!” I yelled mentally at Glitch. “And what are these punishments! There ridiculous in scale to the task!”

“I’m sorry… but that’s not my division.” Glitch hovered close in comfort to me. “At least there’s a suprise reward.”

“Yeah but at what cost to my plans…? How do I do the first and second task in one day when they contradict each other?” I sulked in my thoughts. 

I shook of my thoughts and nerves as the maids announced my arrival to the others in the dining room. “Good morning everyone.” I made sure to smile pleasantly at everyone.

A chorus of different good mornings sounded back to me as the maids wheeled me to site beside my brothers Mammon and Asmodous on each side of me.

“My apologies if I am late.” I waited till everyone was settle again before eating. My eyes widened at how tasty breakfast was. The castle food was on a whole another level.

I heard a chuckle from the head of the table where Diavolo sat. “You aren’t late at all. The rest of us where early.” I thought Diavolo was supposed to hate lying? “I’m glad you like the food.” He gestured to the table. “Please eat as much as you like.”

My ears turned red as I blushed in embarrassment. “Was it that obvious…?” I muttered to myself.

“Awe! Your so cute, (Y/N)!” Asmo said as he quickly snapped photos of my embarrassment.

I quickly pouted looking at my plate. “Don’t tease her too much, Asmo. She’s still recovering after all.” Satan said as he tapped Asmodeus on the head from beside him.

“Hey not the hair!” Asmo grouched as he fixed his hair using the reflection in his silverware.

I giggle quietly. “It’s okay, Big Brother Asmo! You still look great for our first impressions later.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). Your the only sibling who understands me!” Asmo sighed dramatically clearly exaggerating for a reaction.

“Oi! We get you just fine too!” Mammon declared rising to the bait.

“That’s enough! Do not embarrass our family in front of Lord Diavolo!” Lucifer proclaimed to us.

“Sorry, Lucifer.” We all said at once.

Diavolo laughed loudly. “The House of Lamnination must be so lively during meal times!”

“You have my sincere apologies for such a rude display, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer apologized bowing his head slightly. If I didn’t know there history I would have thought he was a suck up.

“It’s no trouble, Lucifer.” Diavolo said waving one of his hands in the air. “Now let’s finish quickly so we’re not running behind.”

At this every one ate quietly and quickly. The broth that was prepared for me due to my stomach not being ready for heavy food again yet was so delicious. It was shockingly flavorful for something that looked so bland. It was creamy and filling in a way that settle my stomach instead of upsetting it.

When everyone was done we all prepared to go to RAD where the majority of our day would be sent. I was escorted by the maids to a door Barbatos had opened so my wheelchair and me would be effortlessly transported to RAD. “While every one else arrives by car we will wait for them in the student council room, Young Lady.” Barbatos bowed as he took over pushing my wheelchair.

“Will Hanna and Jess be joining us?” I asked him politely. I needed to stay near them for the tasks.

“They have cleaning duty at RAD so I will accompany you instead.” Barbatos informed me as he pushed my wheelchair down RADS hallway.

“I see… but what if I need something when your busy? I don’t want to be a bother to your schedule.” I desperately tried to keep them by my side while simultaneously seeming to not care too much about it.

“In that case I suppose you have a point, Young Lady. But you're never a bother. Since it seems to upset you though, I’ll allow them to accompany you today.”

“Thank you very much.” I steeled my nerves as we entered the student council room. This was going to be one heck of a day…

(Btw I’m no longer adding percentages at the end unless they change. Just to clear up any confusion I might have caused.)

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[yan-jack]

Yandere papyrus {AU’s} when their s/o escapes and gets hurt.

A/n: this ask fucked me UP but I'm glad I've gotten a lot of yan! AU Papyrus asks. I hope you dont mind headcanons, they're the only things I know how to write good

as usual gender-neutral s/o

Yan! AU Papyrus when their S/O tries to escape and gets hurt

Creampuff

You probably got hurt by FUCKIN AARON, you got like THIRTEEN STEPS INTO WATERFALL and then you got fuckin YEETED by aaron lmao

it wasn't that hard to find you, you swear a lot so he just followed the sound of cuss words

Picks you up bridal style and carries you off into the sunset

literally though not paying attention to you is the worst punishment he can think of

but like he h a t e s being away from you so it's punishment for both of you I guess

But why??? Would you run??? From this baby???

Stretch

you probably got hurt by Alphys, she fuckin HATES HUMANS and you're a human so you must PERISH

Probably knew where you were, he put a tracking device on your phone

just popped out of the blue (shortcut reasons), yoinked you, and popped back into the blue

no spaghetti for u

i mean for healing reasons, yes, but other than that no

you probably ran from him because you were beginning to fall into Stockholm Syndrome and the still-conscious part of you said 'NUH-UH, NADA, NEIN' lol

Edge

Undyne the maniacal fish lady has come to commit a murder

Yeah he probably called his right-hand (wo)man Undyne ahead of time and explained things to her and gave her a plan to follow

Goes through with the plan and hoists you over his shoulder to get you back to his house

BAD AND NAUGHTY DARLINGS GO TO TORTURE ROOM

not to be tortured, you idiot, you're just being chained to a wall

like with stretch, one half goes "i love him ❤" but the other half says "wHAT THE F U C K, MAN NO-"

Mutt

He didn't tell his Lord about you so Lord really went "HAHA ROYAL GUARD BRAIN GO BRRRRR" and tried to kill you

Like I said, Mutt didn't tell his brother, so when he found out his brother had hurt you, he blamed himself

Had to explain to Lord his relationship with "the fuckin human" and that was awkward

HE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO PUNISH YOU, HE'S JUST GLAD YOU'RE ALIVE

Again, why??? Are you running from him??? I mean, I wouldn't-

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty

Dangerous Dance

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

The day of the charity ball has come at last, you had been supplied a dress from Miss Jane’s old closet which she did say was open to you. Emma and the doctor had helped you pick it out along with Emma helping with small alterations to it for you. Now you are walking through the hallway filled with doors to society members apartments, some doors open and people coming in and out, Alexandre needing help tying his tie, Henrik helping Lewis put on his mask, and so on. You had just finished your hair and makeup and were dressed in a long white dressing robe, it felt like something a victorian lady would have worn, the society truly spares no expense. As you neared the end of the hallway you saw the door to Leo’s room wide open, you peaked in and sawLeo sitting on one of the couches, book in hand, across from him sat that boy, Karma, the one Leo and Gaston had saved.

“Leo?” You called out from the hallway, catching the Russian’s attention. He turned to look at you before setting his book down and walking over to you, standing in the doorway. You noticed he wasn’t getting dressed for the ball, just a simple white button up and black pants. “Aren’t you going to get ready?”

“I am afraid not.” He gave a slight laugh with a bit of an awkward smile coming across his face. “I am going to be staying here, I feel rather uncomfortable leaving Karma alone with Fyodor running around the city somewhere.”

“I see.” You glanced over to that young man sitting on the couch, he seemed caught in his own mind. You truly did not know much about Karma besides his name and where he came from, he did not talk much to anyone besides Leo, Gaston, and Dr. Stevenson. “Will he be alright? He seems so scared all the time.”

“He should be in due time. He’s been working with Dr. Stevenson with digesting what happened, both mentally and physically.” Leo paused before shaking his head with a small chuckle under his breath. “But you shouldn’t be worrying about that much at the moment, go get ready. I’ll see you when you return, my dear.”

“Goodbye Leo.” You briskly answered with a thin smile coming onto your face at the nickname. You turned away from the Russian and continued down to Emma’s and William’s apartment to retrieve your dress that Emma had adjusted for you. Like most other doors right now theirs was open, and when you peaked inside you saw Emma helping William tie his tie and Dr. Stevenson sitting on a couch, a cup of tea in hand. 

Each of them was dressed absolutely beautifully, Emma dressed in a long red and maroon gown, a corseted bodice with golden details and long sleeves that flowed down to the floor, a halo like crown on her head, and you could only guess that her mask would be just as dramatic. William wore a a blue suit, with frills at the collar and at the end of the sleeves, over it he wore a formal military style jacket, tied over his shoulder with a silver rope that matched the decals on his outfit. Lastly the doctor was dressed in something you would have never expected, a long mermaid style dress, red, with lace that curved up her body that gave the illusion that if something slipped it might reveal something that one may or may not want to see. 

“Oh (Name), come in, come in.” The baroness said, waving you in as soon as she noticed you and finished with her husband’s tie. She then looked at William, kissing him on the cheek before shoeing him out. “Now you, out, out, I have to help (Name) get in her dress.”

There was laughter from the couple as you stepped into the apartment and Emma closed the door after William. She grabbed you hand and lead you over to a wooden dressing screen that had your dress hanging from it. The baroness waved you over to it. “Go on.”

You slipped behind the cover, and you undid the tie to your robe, leaving you in your undergarments. You then grabbed the dress, taking it from the hanger and pulling it over your body, it was a long white gown, an outer corset that was for more for show than functions puffy sleeves and a lacy collar. You stepped out once you were clothed, turning so the baroness could lace up the back of the dress. You felt her brush your hair away, her finger grazing your collarbone and neck ever so slightly. You could feel the first pull of lace and her words rang in your head. “Now a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing. You are not a child when you're draped in gold and lace.”

You felt yourself grow slightly embarrassed at her word, not knowing what to say. You felt her hands lean over to take yours and lean you over to the full length mirror that had been set out and you saw yourself. You felt beautiful. You felt important. She was right, a with in a dress is a powerful thing. You could see the Baroness in the mirror behind you, adjusting your hair from where she moved it. “You are such a lovely thing. Oh, where have you been? It's such a shame to bury pearls in the country, so charming.”

You saw the doctor in the mirror behind the two of you, nodding at the noblewoman’s words. You smiled before your hands unfolded and let go of the other and went to to relax at your side as you turned around and looking over your shoulder to get a better look at yourself. You looked like a character from a fairytale book, like a princess.

You hummed with a smile, looking over at the two other woman in the room who were admiring you. “I should finish getting ready, I’ll see you in a while-“

“One last thing.” The doctor said, standing up from where she sat and set her cup of tea on the table. She walked over to you and reached over grabbing you by the waist abruptly. You felt yourself grown flustered as the doctor reached where the corset met the skirt and- pulled out a knife, hidden in the boning of the corset. Now you felt yourself grow embarrassed at your flustering as she slipped it back into the corset. “A hidden compartment, my idea. Given our line of work and what you’ll be doing it may be smart to have this. Now run along now.”

You nodded in your embarrassment state before scurrying out of the apartment and made your way back to your own. On the way you saw Gaston’s door open and you saw him adjusting his mask in the mirror in his front entryway. His outfit was exactly what you would except, something very theatrical, the mask of red death. A red Victorian style suit, along with a long scarlet cape and and a skull mask on his upper face, and unlike his normal hair style or fluff and curls, his hair was slicked back. Without looking at you he spoke, a teasing tone creeping in his voice. “I’m a traditional person, and I refuse to see without your mask, do run along if you’re not wearing it. I will see your full face at midnight.”

You smile before continuing on and you would hear the soft laughter from the composer behind you as you walked off. You return back to your room in Miss Jane’s old apartment and sit down at the dresser and you took the two black cases from Victor and opened them revealing the jewelry he had gotten you all that time ago, a gold necklace with diamonds and opals planted into it, along with it is a matching set of earrings, and lastly a tiara made with the same materials but along with that golden butterfly and jeweled flowers. You took your time placing each item on and admiring yourself, the necklace, the earrings, and then the tiara. Then at last you stood up and took the mask that was resting on the dresser, a mask that covers your upper face, gold and pink stripes, golden lace, and a pink fake flowers on the corner. You took the ribbon and tied it around your head, making sure it was secure before looking yourself over in the mirror before setting out into the hallway, ready for the night to begin. 

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You stood off at the edge of the ballroom at the hotel, this may be a business related event but the society certainly knows how to show off. Not a single expense was spared, flowers, long golden ribbons of fabric, and candles, hung all around the room. The hall way filled with music from a small orchestra band, people who actually worked at the Paris Opera House with Gaston. You hand helped yourself to a glass of champagne that was being handed out by the servers all around the room along with small pastries, a preference of many the society members you’ve noticed. Along with all that the guests, you saw so many, some famous, some rich, and other close friends and allies. Some of these faces were recognizable like the friendly and familiar face of Mr. Tonan, or the head of the police department of the city who wore his uniform. Others were not so recognizable, like you couldn’t spot Mr. Tonan’s unsettling assistant nor the Hunting Dogs, but seeing as Jouno snuck into the headquarters of the Society without being noticed he could be anywhere and you wouldn’t notice.

“Lovely, is it not?” You heard a voice speak from beside you, you turn you head to see a masked William, standing at your side. “Emma did a lovely job planning this evening.”

“Yes, it is.” You answered, continuing to look around the room before your eyes landed on the doctor talking to an older bald man and a younger man around your age with black hair and glasses and a beauty mark on his lower face, they clearly are business rather that fitting with the aesthetics of the evening. 

“William, who are they?” You asked, pointing over to them with the hand that held your champagne to make it look less noticeable. William glanced over and hummed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Those are member of the Special Division for Unusual Powers, Santōka Taneda and Ango Sakaguchi, respectively. They sort of monitor people like us, Armed Detective Agency, and the Port Mafia. They don’t tend to favor us much given our social views.” William answered, his eyes still focused on them. “Victor ticked them off a few months ago during the fog incident apparently so they have been pressing very hard on us these last few months. The doctor likely had them invited to help smooth things over.”

“Do you think it will work?” You question again, looking back over at the group.

“No way in hell, they are searching for any bit of dirt on us right now. A lot of government officials are viewing us a disruption to the “social order” of the city., including them.” William spoke with a scoff and with venom when he said the words “social order”, referring to the normalized behavior of relationships in the world. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby server, offering them a smile and a small thank you. “Personally I think if they could they would hand us over to god knows who. I heard from Gaston that they were relieved when Miss Jane handed herself over to Fitzgerald, shows where their morals lay. They were afraid of Miss Jane, she is a powerful woman, not just with her ability but with her connections.”

“So what I’m hearing is avoid them at all costs?” You asked before taking a sip of your own drink, which William nodded to.

“Exactly, specifically for you that Ango. From what I hear you two have the same if not similar abilities, his just more refined.” William pointed again to the black haired man with the beauty mark. “He’s someone who’s would be able to read you like a book without a thought.”

“So you’re saying he’s better than me.” You said briefly and a looking of non serious panic came on his face. 

“No, no, no, I did not say that-“

“Mmm, sounds like you did.”

“(Name)…”

You then scanned over the ballroom again before noticing Gaston talking to a blond man, again not dressed to the occasion, it actually did not seem that he belonged here. He wore orange sunglasses and a long tan coat and a cap covering his head. You didn’t recognize him. “William, and who is that?”

William’s eyes focused on the man again before giving a very simple answer. “Another man we all need to avoid, Yukito Ayatsuji. Him and Miss Jane have a bit of a history.”

“Then why is he here? Uninvited?”

“No I’m guessing the Special Division brought him, so that’s where Gaston comes into play.” William said as he raised his wrist to check the time. “They want to catch us in the act of getting Miss Jane back, so while Gaston talks to him and distracts him, we can just slip away.”

“How much longer till the auction?” You asked, trying to peer over at his watch.

“Two hours, the night is still young.” You heard as William patted your shoulder. “Now I am going to go find my wife, I’ll find you when it’s time.”

You watched William walk off into the crowd to find Emma. Then not a moment later you felt a hand come to rest atop your should where William’s was. You spun around to see the all to familiar face of Jouno of the Hunting Dogs, dressed in his uniform albeit a nicer more formal version.

“Miss Jane, hm?”

“Jouno, please don’t get involved with this.” You asked, doing your best not to make a scene with the Hunting Dog next to you, not to mention all the people in the room. “Nothing we’re doing tonight is technically illegal.”

“That is true, but we’ll see how true that stays.” He said, his face never facing away from yours. “I can only imagine if something goes down hill, having to shoot or stab someone, or if your abilities come into play. You don’t have your gifted business permit yet so that means if you or your friend use your abilities in such a public place and let alone against somebody you’ll completely shatter the society and then you’ll be placed in whatever government custody they choose.”

You felt your heart beat stop at Jouno’s words, but this only lasted a moment before Jouno yelped in pain as he had done in the hospital. You looked over his shoulder and saw the familiar and a tad more welcome face of Tecchou. 

“Knock it off, you’re scaring her.” You watched as Tecchou sheath his sword before walking over to you and bowing. “I am so sorry for my co worker’s behavior, ma’am.”

Did Tecchou not recognize you? But then how did Jouno recognize you… then you remembered Jouno’s memory is based on hearing, smell, and touch, not sight. So Tecchou couldn’t recognize you… you could use this.

“It’s alright, sir.” You replied, putting on your best meek tone. “I just got so scared, I had no idea what he was on about.”

You watched as a look through f shock come across Jouno’s face at your clear lie but Tecchou just continued, completely oblivious to the situation.

“I apologize, do enjoy the rest of your evening.” Tecchou replied as you walked off, leaving Jouno who was trying to explain the situation to Tecchou but of course Tecchou does not believe him. Meanwhile you ran off to find your other society members. You mingle with guest and friends, meeting people you would never get to meet without the society. As you are getting a drink from one of the waitstaff you hear…

“Miss (Name).” You turn to see Dr. Stevenson walking over to you, accompanied by that black haired man from earlier, Ango. In your mind your mind rings those words…

“So what I’m hearing is avoid them at all costs?”

So much for avoidance…

[rukanrin]

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[euryd-ce]

IDENTITY V [第五人格] Masterlist

Last Updated: 08/21/22

➴ SURVIVORS ༻¨*:·.

"False words are better left asleep, on thy lips, than spoken."

◇ Anne Lester - THE TOY MERCHANT - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Once Upon a Dream [Yandere! Hidden! Anne x GN! Reader]

◇ Demi Bourbon - THE BARMAID - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ How Endearing [Demi x GN! Reader]

◇ Emily Dyer - THE DOCTOR ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Lovesick [Yandere! Emily x GN! Reader]

⇴ La Vie en Rose [Firefly! Emily x GN! Reader]

◇ Fiona Gilman - THE PRIESTESS - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Dornröschen [Yandere! Fiona x GN! Reader]

◇ Martha Behamfil - THE COORDINATOR - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Abaddon [Yandere! Sway! Martha x GN! Reader]

⇴ Yandere Sway [Headcanons]

◇ Melly Plinius - THE ENTOMOLOGIST - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Cryophobia [Yandere! Sophia! Melly x GN! Reader]

⇴ La Mort [Yandere! Datura! Melly x GN! Servant! Reader] soon

◇ Orpheus - THE NOVELIST - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Letters From No One [Orpheus x GN! Reader]

➴ HUNTERS ༻¨*:·.

"Lamentation and woe, peace never shall I know"

◇ Ann - THE DISCIPLE - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Uncanny Resemblance [Yandere! Ann x GN! Reader]

◇ Bane Perez - THE GAMEKEEPER - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Until We Meet Again [Bane x GN! Gardener! Reader]

⇴ Bane Perez w/ a Gardener from the Manor S/O [Headcanons]

◇ Galatea Claude - THE SCULPTOR - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Captivate [Yandere! Galatea x GN! Nurse! Reader]

◇ Grace - THE NAIAD - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Heavy Rain [Yandere! Rosemary! Grace! x GN! Reader]

◇ Hastur - THE FEASTER - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Follow You [Yandere! Hastur x GN! Reader]

◇ "Mary" Antoinette - THE BLOODY QUEEN - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Yandere Lady Bella [Headcanons]

◇ Michiko - THE GEISHA - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Monster [Yandere! Lady Thirteen! Michiko x GN! Assassin! Reader]

◇ YIDHRA - THE DREAM WITCH - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Yandere Dream Witch [Headcanons]

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Complete Masterlist

Warning - Long Post 

Love Letters

II MCU II

Loki: I Open Myself To You // My Sweet Girls // Tell Me A Lie // Apology // Daydreaming

Thor: I Am Coming

Bucky Barnes: I’m Wanted

II Game of Thrones II

Ramsay Bolton:  You Beautiful Awful Thing // I Could Make You The Queen // Revenge

Robb Stark: Promise

II Westworld II

Logan: In My Head

Imagines

Jon Snow - Rainy Day , Bad Day, Blue Roses, Last Kiss

Ramsay Bolton - Virgin, Witch, Sword, Insult, Dogs, Death Threat, Gift, Ghost Hunting, Striking, 101 Dalmatians, ‘Dating Ramsay Bolton Would Include’, Miscarriage,  Violent Video Games, Threat,

Robb Stark - Death Threat

Gendry Waters - Gossip

Theon Greyjoy - Drunk

Loki - Daughter, Arranged Marriage, Man Bun, Hide, Excuse, Exotic Dancer, First Kiss, Attention, Munchies, Eavesdropping, Thor Helping, Apology, Break Up, Lying, Password

Erik Killmonger - Heist

Tate Langdon - Panic Attack

Patrick Hocksetter - Goddess, Yandere, Threat, Soulmark Au,

Mabel and Dipper Pines - Meeting

MCU

Loki Laufeyson:

One shots:

Show Me 

Not A Part of the Plan 

Past the Point of No Return

The Polar Express (A Super Special Christmas One Shot)

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Conversation With Power

The Latveria Mission  

I Knew They Would Love You

Forty Days

Embrace

Twenty Questions

Stormborn

I Missed You

Good Within Him

Baby Bump

The Set Up

I Carry Your Voice

Your Smile Is Infectious

LOKI NSFW ALPHABET (EAT ME, TUMBLR)

Series:

Return: Part One // Part Two // Part Three

The Godchild:  Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four , Chapter Five, Chapter Six , Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve

War Creatures:

Season One: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten

Season Two: Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen// Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen // Chapter Eighteen // Chapter Nineteen // Chapter Twenty

Season Three: Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Two // Chapter Twenty-Three //  Chapter Twenty-Four // Chapter Twenty-Five // Chapter Twenty Six // Chapter Twenty-Seven// Chapter Twenty-Eight // Chapter Twenty-Nine // Chapter Thirty

Season Four: Chapter Thirty-One, Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three, Chapter Thirty-Four, Chapter Thirty-Five

Game of Thrones

II Jon Snow II

One Shots:

What We Do in the Dark

Invisible (Part 2)

She Looked At Him

Staring

Run

They Deserved Each Other

Series:

The Coldest Kiss: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

Underneath Our Armor: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Sand and Snow: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

BONUS:

Heartbeat Language: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three

Special Author’s Note: Heartbeat Language is an unfinished series. One that the author has given up on.

II Ramsay Bolton II

One Shots:

I Want Everything

The Dreadfort // Happy Birthday, Babygirl  // This Is Mine // Eternally Yours

Friday Night Thing & Friday Night Fever & Friday Night Boyfriend

Mr. Bolton (Part Two)

The Snow Was Falling When i Fell For You

Loving You Is A Bloodsport

Perfect Prom Night // Perfect After Party

The Bathmaiden

Foto Hera & Amortentia & Colloportus

Never Have I Ever

Seeing Double

Stay Close

Board Room Meeting

Me Against the Devil

Bad Fucking News

Friend

Yandere

I am not my Father, I am not my Brother

Cover Me

Taste the Flesh

Come on, Baby

Lay All Your Love On Me

You Made Me

Ship It (Part 2)

Ramsay Bolton Dies in the End

To Be Touched Like That

Operation: Get Theon Back

If I Gave You Life

The Only Thing I Want

Little Lady

Buying Both

Punishment

What You Wanted

Yes Ma’am

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Oops

WIP SERIES WORLDS APART

Love Letters: You Beautiful Awful Thing // I Could Make You The Queen // Revenge

Entire NSFW Alphabet

Series:

The Five Senses: Scent // Sound 

12 Days: Part One// Part Two // Part Three 

Oh, It’s You: Part One // Part Two// Part Three 

The Fucking Chili Girl Part One // Part Two // Part Three 

Bang Bang!: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen // Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen //Chapter Eighteen // Chapter Nineteen// Chapter Twenty // Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Two // Chapter Twenty-Three // Chapter Twenty-Four // Chapter Twenty-Five

Bang Bang!: Guilty  [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13]

Vicious: Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five //  Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine

Worlds Apart Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Jon and Ramsay: Death Follows

Robb Stark: Promise

Gendry Waters: He’s Only Here for the Cake // Sword of the Sea Prologue

Margaery Tyrell: Who I Kissed First

Oberyn Martell: Entangled, The Way Your Body Moves

Battle of the Bands: (Multi-Ship Series) Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven