#yandere liquid snake x reader

[rosesoutofbounds]

Observe - Yandere!Liquid Snake x Male!Reader

Summary: Snake has been resisting torture, so when Liquid finds his partner, he gets a couple of ideas

Words: 2,843

Content warning: Rape/non-con, anal sex, fingering, voyeurisms, humiliation, degradation, reader has AMAB anatomy

Reader pronouns: He/Him

AN: First post on the blog, so I'm kind of nervous. Also, I know this is out of left field, but people keep saying "be the fanfiction you want to see in the world, so FUCK IT. Here's Liquid being a douchebag, then railing the reader. 🌹

2 hours had passed since Snake first woke up in chains. Ocelot’s electroshock torture had lost its novelty after a while, and after about a half hour, and not a single word from Snake about the location of the supposed other two PAL cards, it seemed like Ocelot had gotten bored. Since then, he’d had about an hour and a half to ponder. Meryl had been captured as well, but what about Y/N, the man he’d met in Otacon’s laboratory? He’d left him in the med lab, with the assurance that he would be back within 30 minutes. Had he also gotten captured, or was he holding up? Just one more reason to get out of here as soon as possible.

The door slid open, and Snake’s blue eyes narrowed with caution as he saw Liquid Snake, his genetic twin, step through the door, dragging a smaller, slimmer male by the arm. Snake swore. Y/N L/N, one of the last survivors of the Shadow Moses staff. He didn’t appear to be hurt, but his arms were bound behind his back with a pair of handcuffs, and he was barefoot.

“Y/N…” Snake breathed “Are you ok?”

“I’ve been worse.” He responded. “You look like death, Snake.”

“I feel like death.” He craned his head to look at Liquid. “So… what do you want?”

Y/N felt a low rumble of laughter from the man behind him, and felt the grip on his arm pull him closer into his chest. It was unsettling to be the captive of Liquid, as he looked practically identical to Snake with the same sharp blue eyes, chiseled jawline, and athletic build. If it weren’t for the long blonde hair, and strong British accent they would be virtually identical.

“Well, apparently Ocelot wasn’t able to get anything out of you, so I figured I’d try a method of my own after we found your friend hiding in the med lab.” His voice held an arrogant and cruel tone. “Such a pretty boy, a real diamond in the rough. I’m surprised you managed to hide him away as long as you did, but to be fair, if I had a pet like this, I wouldn’t want to share him either.”

“What’s the point of this?” Y/N asked through gritted teeth. “Are you going to torture me or what?”

“Hmm… not quite. See, I happen to be looking for some PAL cards. They’re fairly valuable to me, since they control the locks to Metal Gear Rex. I can’t exactly have you two running around them, but since my brother has ardently refused to hand them over quietly, you’re going to help me find them.”

“He doesn’t know where they are, Liquid.” Snake said. “You’re wasting your time.”

“I know he won’t tell me.” Liquid responded, running a finger across Y/N’s bottom lip. “You will.”

Liquid suddenly shoved the young man harshly to knees on the cold concrete floor, and dropped a knee on the center of his back, propping his clothed rear in the air. “Here’s what’s going to happen here, little brother. You’re going to tell me where the other card keys are…”

His fingers coiled around Y/N’s locks, lifting his head just a couple inches above the ground.

“…or I am going to fuck the brains out of this pretty little thing right in front of you.”

“You wouldn’t!” Snake hissed, fruitlessly tugging at the metal restraints that kept his body upright. “Damnit Liquid, why not just torture me?”

“Simple.” the blonde responded, running a hand down Y/N’s side. “You can take any punishment we throw at you. He can’t. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to tell me where those cards are, or will you just watch as I fuck your partner?”

“Snake, you better not tell that asshole a damn thing-” Y/N groaned, but was cut off when a gloved hand squeezed around his windpipe. Liquid groaned at the feeling of the young man’s breath catching in his throat. He thrashed weakly, but with his hands cuffed behind him, and a knee on his back, his range of motion was pitifully limited, just what Liquid wanted. 

“Last call, brother.”

Snake, as much as it hurt him, stayed quiet. Y/N shot him a quick look of encouragement. Three seconds went by before Liquid gave a fake sigh of disappointment. 

“I see your choice has been made, but just remember as I’m splitting Y/N open on my cock, that this is entirely your fault.”

Liquid slowly removed his gloves, dropping them on the ground just by Y/N’s head. Then, without a moment of warning, Liquid savagely tore the threadbare shirt away from his body. Y/N gasped as the sting of cold arctic air washed across his skin, raising lines of gooseflesh across his body. Liquid ran his uncovered hands across every inch of exposed skin, across his hips, up his abdomen, across his pecs. His fingers stopped to tease the perfectly pert nipples eliciting a silenced whine from the smaller man. The reaction from such small stimulation had blood rushing to Liquid’s groin. He could already feel his erection staining in his pants, and he’d barely gotten started. With a single push, he shoved down Y/N’s pants and boxers, tossing them aside, and finally getting a look at what lay underneath.

Y/N felt a shiver run down his spine as a gust of cold air came into contact with his exposed lower body, and another when the warmth of Liquid’s hands ran over the smoothness of his ass, the rough texture on his sensitive skin, and the possessive squeeze that accompanied it, making the younger man gasp.

Snake flinched as the last trace of clothing was removed from Y/N’s body. He couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and had often imagined what he might look like if they’d made it out of Shadow Moses, and gotten some time by themselves, to finally see him in all his glory, to see him given all the pleasure he deserved after such an ordeal. But this was the last way he wanted this to happen.

“Flawless…” Liquid breathed. With a sadistic grin on his face, he turned to the petrified Snake. “And judging from the lack of additional marks, I’m guessing you didn’t get a chance to take him before I did.”

He squeezed down roughly on one of Y/N’s asscheeks.

“How about it sweetheart?” Liquid hissed in Y/N’s ear, licking a stripe from the nape of his neck to the base of his ear. “How would you like to have had my brother bend you over and break you in by force? Did you ever tease him with this slutty ass of yours?”

Y/N kept in a retort, biting down harshly on his lip to hold back any reaction as Liquid latched onto his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot. Liquid growled at the young man’s efforts of silence, slapping his ass hard, the snap ringing around the room. Y/N couldn’t help but cry out, and in the moment of weakness, Liquid forced his fingers into his open mouth, effectively gagging him.

“Suck.” He ordered. “Unless you want me to prepare you dry.”

Y/N obediently ran his tongue over the thick digits invading his mouth, coating them with as much saliva as he could before they were removed. Y/N visibly flinched as he felt one of Liquid’s fingers probing at his ass, teasingly circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing in. The intrusion wasn’t painful, but it was so unlike anything Y/N had ever felt, that he couldn’t help but cry out. This did not go unnoticed by Liquid, who laughed cruelly.

“A virgin whore…” he cooed. “My lucky day.”

Before long, a second finger had forced its way into Y/N ass, scissoring him open with quick motions. Y/N tried to regulate his breathing, keeping his eyes on the bright ceiling lights, doing his best to try and ignore the violation of his body. His eyes drifted over to Snake’s, wide with horror, still struggling to break free from his unmoving restraints. Y/N’s cheeks darkened with shame, and he looked away, back to the searing fluorescent lamps that illuminated the room, and for a moment, he almost succeeded in fleeing from the reality behind him, until a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through his body. His hips jerked forward, and a choked moan split from his mouth.

“Found it…”

“What- what are you- a-ah!”

Liquid’s rough fingers started mercilessly abusing the smaller male’s prostate, drawing out moans with blunt stabs that made his legs shake, and his tearing eyes see stars, bringing Y/N’s cock to full hardness in only a few moments. Liquid’s other hand started teasing his erect dick, running his fingers up the length of his cock, rubbing a bead of precum forming over the tip, flushed red, forcing a broken cry out of Y/N. This pleasure being forced on him, he didn’t know it could feel this good. Just as Y/N was sure he was reaching his limit the fingers torturing his prostate were removed, and his body was flipped on his back. He hissed as the cold floor met his flushed skin. He tried to use his bound hands to push himself back up, but was discouraged when Liquid’s boot pressed down on his sternum.

“Be good, and I might be gentle with you.” 

He pulled off his long brown coat, revealing a perfectly sculpted body beneath it. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the click of a belt being unbuckled. 

“Keep your eyes on me, darling.” He grinned, his blue eyes soaking in the sight below him. Y/N’s naked body on full display, flushed and trembling, hair matted with sweat, and cock standing tall. It was picturesque. He was ashamed that he hadn’t brought a camera to capture the moment.

“Liquid stop!” Snake's voice rang out, showing true fear for the first time since Y/N met him. “Don’t do this, I’m begging you!”

“If you want me to stop, then give me the keycards.” Liquid sneered. “Or I’m just going to go with plan A.”

Y/N weakly shook his head. They both knew what was at stake if they let him have what he wanted. A nuclear warhead straight for the heartland of America wasn’t something they could allow, even if it meant being used as a fucktoy for Liquid’s amusement. 

With blinding speed, Liquid had freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, and much to Y/N’s horror, it was massive. He knew that Liquid didn’t care whether he could take it or not. Liquid straddled Y/N’s waist, tilting his chin upwards to force their eyes to meet. 

“Don’t you dare look away from me.” He warned. “Or I’ll make this a much worse experience for you, my little virgin whore.”

He sat up, and with two strong hands, lifted Y/N’s legs, pushing them to his chest, exposing his hole. He pressed the blunt tip of his massive rod to the unyielding muscle. Panic set in once again, and Y/N desperately tried to wriggle away. Liquid’s eyes darkened, and his grip on his thighs tightened.

“The more you fight, the more I’ll make this hurt.” Liquid growled. “I’d rather you enjoy this, but I can always do this the hard way.”

Y/N’s head thudded against the ground as his struggle stopped. 

“Good boy. Now… relax.”

That was the only warning before he pushed his way inside. Y/N cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He felt like he was being torn apart. He involuntarily thrashed against the dick buried deep in his insides, filling him up like no-one else could, but a hand caging his throat stopped any attempts of rebellion.

“So tight…” Liquid grunted. Buried to the hilt in his constricting heat, begging to be ruined, he turned his gaze down the trophy he’d stolen, eyes blown wide with powerful stimulations that only he could bring. He pulled out until just his tip was left inside, then slammed down, thrusting hard into the velvety feeling of Y/N ass. His pace began slowly, but quickly ramped up as his ass began to accept the cock pushing in and out. Y/N could no longer hide his moans and cries, spilling from his lips as each furious thrust hit deeper than the last, brushing up against his oversensitive prostate with each movement. While Y/N was falling to his own body’s reactions, Liquid was on cloud 9. Seeing his shaft disappear into Y/N’s ass, the feeling of his neck beneath his hands, the pathetic whimpers of pleasure that came with every thrust, it was all perfect. He’d wanted to do this from the moment he’d laid eyes on him in the medical office, and while obviously this was a means to an end, the true prize was fucking Snake’s partner before he could. Maybe Y/N didn’t realize it yet that Snake was in love with him, but that just made it better, and the horrified expression on Snake’s face said enough. Snake couldn’t take another second. Watching his partner being raped and humiliated by a brother he’d barely met was too much for the mercenary to take.

“Stop it!” He shouted. “I’ll tell you everything, just stop!”

Liquid heeded his brother’s words, slowing his thrusts to a lazy, languid rolling of his hips. 

“Took you long enough.” He huffed. “Now then, the other key cards. Where are they?”

Snake’s head slumped, as he told Liquid of the shape changing card, how it could respond to different temperatures to form other keys, which would unlock the controls to the Metal Gear. Liquid had a triumphant smile on his face as the information was disclosed. 

“I knew you would see reason eventually.” He drawled. “I knew a patriotic champion such as yourself couldn’t stand to see your partner being hurt.”

Y/N sighed in relief, believing that his torment was finally at an end. His hopes died when a devilish grin crossed Liquid’s face.

“But unfortunately for you, like most Americans, you are incredibly stupid.”

Liquid’s hands seized Y/N’s hips, and snapped his cock back into him, starting up again harder and faster than before. Y/N cried out in the sudden stimulation, pleasure that came so suddenly that bordered on painful, fruitlessly trying to fight back against the sensations that overwhelmed his body.

“There’s no point.” Liquid cackled. “You’re not getting away from me, so just lie back like a good boy, and fucking take it.”

“You said- you would- stop…” Y/N gasped out between thrusts.

“I lied.” He laughed sadistically. “Did you really think I would let you go without blowing my load in this tight little ass at least once?”

“Liquid!” Snake screamed with anger and sorrow. “I swear to god, I’ll kill you for this!”

“You can try… but right now, I’m too busy to care.”

Liquid bucked into the helpless male below him, and slid his hand down to his hard dick, pumping it in time with his thrusts. The feeling of his ass clenching down on Liquid’s pistoning cock, and the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of Y/N’s glistening hole was enough to drive him out of his mind.

“This is mine.” He snarled. “You are mine. Even if you make it out of here, if you run to the farthest reaches of the world, you will always belong to me.”

Y/N couldn’t fight it any longer. With the pressure on his prostate, the hand on his cock, and the degrading words in his ears, the coil snapped, and he came hard, ropes of white coating his chest, and as he did, Liquid’s lips crashed into his own, stealing a kiss that wasn’t his to take, and slamming deep and, shooting his own load in Y/N’s ass. After a few moments, he pulled away from the smaller man’s limp body, dragging his massive shaft out of the abused hole, watching as it continued to spasm even after his orgasm was long over

“Slutty little ass… clenching down on nothing.” he sneered, giving it one last slap before he went to retrieve his discarded clothing. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’m not done with you yet.”

For Y/N, the world was nothing but haze. He could only dimly register the feeling of Liquid pulling out, the sticky feeling of his own release over his body, and the hushed whispers of Snake, telling him how sorry he was. He flinched as he felt a pair of strong arms picking him off the ground, and a coat being pushed over his shoulders as he was carried out of the room.

“All mine…” he heard Liquid whisper as he lost consciousness. “I’ll make sure you never get away.”

[yandere-toons]

Sooo I wanted to drop by with some platonic yandere metal gear solid headcanons! 

-i'm just imagining solid snake becoming a yandad! for this little kid he encounters on a mission. It's unknown why they were there, but that doesn't stop snake from being protective. Maybe he encounters them back at Shadow Moses? No matter how he encounters them he's definitely going to be like the overprotective father you see in sitcoms lmao. 

-I can see Otacon being like the nerdy uncle or nerdy second father for this kid, but since he's a platonic yandere too he'd definitely use his special inventions to keep an eye on the kid. He'd also just make random ones for them to play with

-As for Meryl, she'd be a yanmom! for sure. She wouldn't hesitate to get all fierce and take down anybody posing a threat to this kids safety. She'd probably be unsurprisingly pretty good at keeping the kid calm.

-Ooohhh boy, here's Liquid Snake. I can see him trying to be a better father figure for the kid than snake out of sheer spite for snake initially, but he accidentally grows attached to the kid over time and is like "shit". He'd brag at every chance about how he's the better father than snake.

-I can see Revolver ocelot doing his gun spinning trick to impress the kid, too. I love the idea of ocelot just growing attached to this little kid.

-Psycho Mantis would be surprised if the kid wasn't scared of him and thought his abilities were cool. He'd def become a platonic yandere for them immediately because of it. 

-depending on how old the kid is, sniper wolf might teach them how to use weapons for their safety. 

-Oh God imagine the reaction of Meryl, Snake and Otacon once they realize Sniper Wolf, ocelot, and Liquid are also obsessed with this child 💀

Now, for the later games! I'd have to brainstorm some more headcanons for this part, I'll keep you updated if I come up with anything.

-I can see Raiden being like an older brother to the Reader. He'd definitely be the type to get on their case about their crappy sleep schedule and eating habits, he'd be like a mother sometimes lmao. 

-When Sunny eventually comes along, I can see her being like an adorable younger sister to Reader, constantly clinging to them and making sure they're okay. 

I'd love to hear any of your thoughts as well! I'd love to hear what ideas you have for the characters as a dysfunctional yan family.

[lavandulawrites]

Caerulea

Yandere vampire Gojo x reader

This has been in my drafts since forever.

Synopsis: you see a peculiar man at a party and meet him again when you’re on your way home

Masterlist

Warnings: biting, drugging, lemme know if I’m missing something

Word count: 1561

Ice blue eyes had been following you around the entire evening. Their colour outstanding and alluring, as if they were able to cast a spell upon you that lured you in. They were eerie. The owner of said eyes was a tall man with hair as with a snow. His face was excruciating handsome to the point he looked otherworldly.

His lips twisted up into a playful smile. Revealing pearly white teeth. When he widened his smile as he chuckled, you could see his pointy canines. He winked and disappeared into the crowed. How he managed that was truly a mystery for a man his size.

The night was filled with laughter and horrible music. As the party started to near its end, you decided to venture home. You had only had two glasses to drink and you weren’t drunk. Which was something you probably would be grateful tomorrow morning. You had felt that it would be unwise to drink when you made eye contact with the white haired man. Why you weren’t sure, but you knew well enough to trust your gut.

The streets were empty save from some drunk business men and a couple of students. The asphalt was wet from the earlier rain making the light from the neon signs that adorned the many buildings, reflecting in the water like liquid gemstones. Tokyo really was a beautiful city. A taxi drove by causing water from the puddles to splash onto your clothing. You cursed after it in anger.

A gachapon machine caught your eye. You had been on the lookout for a new Sanrio keychain.

You inserted some coins and turned the wheel. Out popped a light pink plastic ball. You opened it with eagerness. My Melody. You smiled as you studied the little pink keychain.

The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your little trance. You turned around and you almost dropped your keychain at the sight of the white haired man. His pale eyes scanning your features. Emotions you couldn’t place swirled within his eyes.

“Cute keychain” his voice playful.

“Thank you” your voice low. Your eyes darted across the street. The man in front of you have you a bad feeling and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

As if noticing your discomfort he spoke. “I take it that you’re heading home?” he took a step closer. “So am i” his eyes almost hypnotising you in their endless blues.

You knew you should’ve just kept quiet and walked away, but something compelled you to answer him truthfully. “Yeah I am” you couldn’t avert your gaze form his.

His smile widened. “Want to walk together? It gets dangerous at night , you know” his grin sharp. “I am Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru” he winked.

“Okay… I am [Name]” you forced a smile. He didn’t comment on you not sharing your last name, but his eyes narrowed slightly in disappointment.

“What a beautiful man” he hummed. His hand snaked around yours as he dragged you away from the gachapon machine. His hold on you tight.

You two walked down the street in silence. You had asked him how he knew to way to your home, but he only brushed you off. Your intuition told you to not question him further. His hold on your arm didn’t waver one bit.

The sky suddenly opened and rain poured down on the street. Satoru quickly dragged you underneath the roof of a bus shed. “My place isn’t too far away” his eyes flickered to your neck and then back up.

You hesitated. It was not wise to follow a stranger to his home and especially when he gave off such unnerving vibes. “I’m not too sure if I should…”

At your hesitation his eyes darkened. “Why not? You’ll get sick out here. Plus it’s only till the rain stops” he pulled you closer. Too close. You could feel his breath fan against your face.

You swallowed as you weighed your possibilities.

“Come oooon… I can make you some hot chocolate if you would like? I really pride myself with being the best hot chocolate maker I know” he chuckled. His blue eyes glinting with mischief.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his weird comment. “Hot chocolate does sound good…” you were quite cold even though it was summer. The rain that poured endless only made you shiver more.

You don’t know how he managed to fully convince you, but he did. His flat was a penthouse and huge. It was filled with different luxuries and beautiful paintings adorned the walls. The interior was a fine mixture of traditional Japanese design and dark classical style. In a way he had made it work, and beautifully so.

Satoru was busy making hot chocolate while you took in your surroundings. You hadn’t asked what his profession was and you wondered that maybe he was one of those who didn’t have to work.

“Here you go” his jovial voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Satoru had made two cups with hot chocolate topped with cream and marshmallows. It smelled heavenly and you couldn’t help but sigh. “It looks so good!”

He chuckled as he clinked his mug against yours. You took a sip and your senses was overwhelmed by the delicious taste. It was truly the best hot chocolate you had ever had.

“Wow! This is amazing!” your tongue darted out to lick away the cream that had formed on your upper lips.

The white haired man chuckled at you excitement as he took a sip himself. “I am glad you liked it. As I said, I am truly the best hot chocolate maker” he winked playfully.

“Your flat is really nice” you waved your hand in the air.

His smile widened and your eyes caught what resembled sharp fangs. “Thank you. It’s one of my prized possessions” his voice melodic and his charm otherworldly.

Before you knew it your mug was empty and you were feeling rather sluggish. You and Satoru had talked about all and nothing and he was exceptionally easy to talk with.

Your eyes felt heavy and you leaned your head against your arm that rested on the kitchen table. Your back fell limp against the kitchen chair and the last you saw before your mind slipped into unconsciousness was the icy eyes of Satoru.

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of a cold breath fanning over your neck. You were met with the sight of snow white hair that tickled your cheek. Satoru. You suddenly snapped out of your haziness as you sat up in what you now noticed was his black couch.

He laughed softly against your neck. “You finally regained your senses, huh? Good. I want you to be awake” his voice deep.

You blinked in confusion at his words. “What is going on? What are you doing?” anxiety laced in your words.

Satoru slowly rose his head. His eyes boring into yours with a whirlpool of emotions. “You are so adorable when confused. Ya know when I saw you tonight, I had to use all my strength to hold back. It’s really dangerous going around and being so goddamn cute. So careless” he sighed with a lazy smile. His large hand gently cupped your cheek. His thumb ran over your slightly trembling lips.

“Sator-”

“Shushhhhh” he pressed his thumb hard on your lips.

With a blink of an eye he pinned you flat against the couch, his mouth hovering over you neck. Your heart was beating fast as you cried out.

“Don’t worry darling. I mean you no harm. If I did you wouldn’t have found yourself here. If anything I am more like your guardian angel” he smiled down at you with a gentle smile that almost made you forget everything.

You could hear him inhale which was accompanied by a sigh. “God you smell so good…” his voice a low groan.

“What are you doing?” your voice was weak with panic laced within each word. You were shivering as you tried to regain your strength.

“Something I have wanted to do for months” he chuckled slightly.

A sudden pain exploded your nerves as he dug his fanged teeth hard into your neck. You cried out as you tried to push him away. You could feel him sucking your blood from your wound. It was a feeling you had never experienced.

Gojo chuckled at your attempts of pushing him off. “There’s no way you would ever manage to push me off. Though I must say your attempts are rather cute” he said before he dove back in with his teeth.

He drank from you for what felt like an eternity. After a while he slowly pulled away. His icy eyes looked back at you with hooded lids as he wiped away the blood that coated his chin with the back of his hand. “You taste so much better than what I imagined” he sighed as he licked his lips.

A cold hand stroked your cheek in a soothing manner. “To think that I almost let somebody else have you… Now that would just be foolish” he tilted his head.

“I should just keep you here. For all eternity. Wouldn’t that be lovely?” his smile soft and his eyes filled with love that ran deeper than the deepest sea.

[gigabyte-flare]

The Devil is Real (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Having been infected with god knows what, you quickly discover the cult's plans for you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: drug abuse mention, abusive household mention, religious cult, religious trauma, body horror, noncon, dubcon, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation, kidnapping, yandere tendencies, somno, extreme violence and gore, human sacrifice, murder, blood play/kink, breeding kink, pregnancy, pet names, stockholm syndrome, exhibition, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future parts]

A/N: Did I listen to Take me Back to Eden on loop while writing this? Yes. Yes I did.

You feel like you’re floating; floating in complete darkness. You open your mouth to scream, expecting water to rush in, but that doesn’t happen. However, when you do try to scream, nothing comes out. Your head is pounding, like hands are holding your head and squeezing. Your eyes start to sting as you look up, seeing fractures of blue light break through the darkness, reminiscent of light passing through water.

Through the dark, you could hear muffled sounds. It takes a few moments to realize that the sounds were a voice and with each passing moment, the voice became clearer. Looking ahead of you now, you can see a shape approaching you, a strange sense of calm washing over you as it gets closer.

“That’s it, little bird. You’re doing so well.”

Leon…?

Now standing inches from you, Leon brings a hand to cup the side of your neck before gliding it upwards to caress your cheek. You note the black veins sprawling across his skin, staining the whites of his blue eyes. His hand snakes to the back of your head, gently coaxing you closer to kiss you tenderly on your forehead.

Leon whispers, his lips caressing your skin, “wake up, little bird.”

You jolt yourself awake, your whole body sweating profusely as you sit up from the ground, the sounds of footsteps reverberating from above. The next thing you hear is the trap door being flung open, followed by someone climbing down the ladder, led by a torch. You watch as the unmistakable looming figure of Father Méndez coming out from around the corner. You press yourself up against the wall as Méndez stands above you.

Without warning, he bends down, grabbing you by the throat and lifts you up off the ground. You weakly swing your legs in a pathetic attempt to kick at him as you bring your hands up to his large hand wrapped around your neck. As you gag and continue to struggle, Méndez brings the torch close to your face and you watch as a smirk crosses his lips.

“Excelente… your blood has accepted the gift.” he says before abruptly dropping you, “Lord Saddler estará muy contento.”

As you lay there on the ground, coughing, Méndez once again bends down, this time grabbing you by your arm and pulling you up onto your feet. He practically drags you to the ladder, motioning for you to climb it. You obey, hoisting yourself up the ladder. The moments between getting pulled out of that basement and when you’re brought to the church are a blur. You suddenly find yourself in the upper levels of the church, face to face with a very plain looking wooden door.

Méndez opens the door, shoving you inside the room. You stumble inside, your shoulder crashing into the brick wall. You watch Méndez step inside, pulling another hypodermic needle out from his coat.

“No!” you scream, pressing your back up against the wall, “please don’t!”

“Don’t struggle,” Méndez says as he approaches you, grabbing you by your shoulder before jabbing the needle into the side of your neck, pushing the mysterious liquid inside you, “this will make you nice and fertile for our lord.”

Fertile?!

Once again you feel the burning warmth of whatever it is M��ndez just injected into you spread across your neck. He puts the needle back into his coat pocket before turning to leave, slamming the wooden door shut. You hear the lock engage, the sounds of his boot steps quickly following. It’s now eerily silent, with only your own thoughts as your company. At least what you first thought was your own thoughts. You can’t shake the constant whispering of something; almost like something was inside your brain. You grasp the sides of your head, desperately trying to will it to stop. However, your efforts are futile; the whispers only get worse and clearer by the minute. 

That’s nothing compared to the sudden onset of the most intense horniness you have ever experienced. No doubt fueled by whatever Méndez had injected you with. No matter what you did, you couldn’t escape the feeling of your arousal building in your core, the slick gathering between your legs, the dull ache of your breasts and a single word being repeated over and over in your head.

Breed.

Breed.

BREED.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you curl yourself in the corner of the small room, your arms hugging your legs as your body violently trembles in need. Eventually you start sobbing, your violent cries echoing in the small room and in the church beyond, you reckon. Your fingers dig into the floor, digging so hard that your fingernails break and your nail beds bleed; you can’t help but notice the inky veins that are pulsating under your skin, only getting darker with each passing moment.

You just want it to stop. Even death would be kinder than this torture your own body is putting you through. The door abruptly opens, startling you. You gasp, sitting up and pressing yourself against the wall as Méndez steps back into the room.

“El tiempo ha llegado.”

Two women step into view from behind Méndez wearing dirty white dresses with white hoods pulled over their heads, covering their faces completely. They approach you, grasping you gently by both of your arms and forcing you to stand. To your horror they begin to undress you. You try to fight them off, but Méndez’s booming command stops you, your body shaking in terror as the women continue to strip your clothes until you’re completely nude. 

Looking down, you see your entire body is covered in those black veins, feeling like a thousand insects are crawling beneath your skin. Méndez turns to leave the room again, motioning to you and the servants to follow. You suck in a breath when you see the entire congregation seated in the church, candles burning everywhere, the large stained glass covering the gathering in blues, greens and reds. 

Méndez leads you and the servants between the pews to the altar. One of his large fingers points to the altar before he addresses the servants, “Asegúrala al altar, entonces el ritual puede comenzar.”

The servants nod before they lead you to the altar, forcing you to lay upon it. They then shackle your wrists, then position your legs so that they are propped up with your knees bent, your legs spread before shackling your ankles, too. You turn your head, seeing your brother seated in the closest pew to the altar. His skin has the black veins, too. You can’t help but weep, tears streaming down the sides of your face.

“Vince… please help me…” you say softly, hoping he’ll hear you.

Your brother doesn’t acknowledge you, doesn’t even make eye contact with you, which only breaks your heart even further. The sound of the church doors opening causes you to shift your gaze. A man wearing a dark purple robe has entered, carrying a large staff which you come to realize has tentacle-like things squirming all over it. He begins to approach the altar, to which you notice another robed figure walking behind him; you assume it’s Leon. The purple robed man walks around to stand behind the altar, Leon, following close behind before stopping to stand slightly behind him.

The purple robed man outstretched his arms, “my brothers and sisters! How long have we waited for this day to come?”

“Too long, Lord Saddler,” you hear the congregation say softly in response, their voices echoing through the church.

So this is their elusive leader…

Saddler then looks down at you, allowing you to get a better look at his face under his hood; his skin decrepit and the irises of his eyes a pale white. A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he gazes down at your nude form.

“I am Lord Saddler, the leader of this lovely religious community. I must thank your brother for bringing you to us, for ensuring the next generation of our group.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, pulling on your restraints. 

“I need an heir,” Saddler explains, “and you are going to carry that seed now that your blood has accepted our gift.”

Immediately knowing the implications of his words, you struggle violently against your restraints, screaming and crying, the thought of Saddler even touching you filling you with absolute dread. Saddler watches your futile struggles for a moment before letting out a booming laugh.

“Oh my sweet little lamb, there’s no need to worry. Performing the act of coitus is beneath me.”

You stop struggling, breathing heavily as relief washes over you. That is short lived, however, once Saddler continues.

“The honor of planting the seed of my heir will go to Leon,” Saddler says, his free hand gesturing to Leon, who steps towards the altar.

The two servants from earlier step to either side of Leon, gently removing his robe, revealing his shirtless form; his skin also covered in the same black veins everyone else has and a loose fitting piece of black fabric wrapped around his waist. One of the servants picks up a large bowl filled with a red liquid, most likely blood. She dips her fingers into it, stepping up to Leon and painting the strange cross symbol onto his bare chest before stepping away, the bowl still in her hands.

Leon steps towards the altar, his fingers quickly removing the fabric covering his loins. You watch as his hardened member springs up, slapping his stomach. The tip is red and angry, leaking pre-cum and also covered in black veins. The servant carrying the bowl, steps towards Leon again, and you watch as he then dips his fingers into the liquid, then reaching down to your lower stomach, painting that cross symbol onto it. His blue eyes look into yours, a smirk crossing his lips.

Just keep your eyes on me. Pretend no one else is even here with us.

You could have swore he spoke, however his lips definitely didn’t move. He brings his fingers to your throbbing cunt, his fingers running through your soaked folds, causing you to flinch and whimper. You watch his smirk evolve into a devilish smile, his hand wrapping around his rock hard member, lining it up to your entrance. Once pushing the head in, he rests his hands on your folded knees, then thrusting himself inside you, causing you to cry out. 

You twist your wrists in your restraints as he moves his hips, the angle of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your eyes widen, an animalistic moan escaping your lips as you ball your fists, your breasts bouncing rhythmically as Leon pounds into you. He reaches both hands to grasp your breasts, kneading them in his hands and stroking his thumbs over the hardening buds of your nipples. 

The congregation then begins to chant, “Gloria a Las Plagas.”

“Oh my god, your cunt is so perfect,” Leon softly moans as he leans his head back, closing his eyes as he picks up the pace on his thrusts.

Your walls flutter around his cock, your legs starting to tremble as your release quickly approaches. As if sensing this, Leon turns his head and snaps at one of the servants.

“¡Quítate esos malditos grilletes de tobillos!” he growls, still aggressively fucking into you as he digs his fingers into your thighs for support. 

The servants obey, each going on either side of the altar and unlocking the restraints on your ankles. Once those are removed, Leon wastes no time folding you into a mating press, his face now hovering within inches of yours.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, his lips brushing yours as he speaks, “taking me so well, my little bird.”

That nickname causes your walls to squeeze around his length as it bullies your cervix, powerful moans pouring from your lips before Leon kisses you, his hungry lips devouring yours. As he begins to thrust into you harder and faster, the chanting of the congregation becomes louder until it is booming through the whole church.

Leon’s thrusts start to become erratic, and with one final thrust, he pushes himself into you as hard and as deep as he can go, his cock throbbing in you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. This triggers your own orgasm, you scream as your body violently convulses. Your eyes roll into the back of your head just as the chanting of the congregation reaches its crescendo.

“¡GLORIA A LAS PLAGAS!”

Coming down from your release, your head begins to spin, tumbling towards unconsciousness. The last thing you see is the twisted grin on Saddler’s face. 

Caging you with his body, Leon gazes down at your unconscious form, watching your chest gently rise and fall with each breath you take. His own breaths are heavy, his hips still flush against yours as his cock begins to soften inside you. He gently strokes your face with his fingers. He then presses his forehead with yours, closing his eyes as he tries to reach your mind with his plaga’s abilities.

My precious little bird…

“Well done, Leon,” Saddler’s voice breaks Leon from his concentration, severing the connection from his mind to yours, “a truly passionate display. There’s no doubt that the seed will quicken.”

A low growl emanates from the back of Leon’s throat. He then crawls off you, slowly unsheathing himself from your warm heat. A slight smirk appears across his lips as he watches his cum leak from your abused hole. One of the servants drapes his robe back over his body while the other ties the piece of black fabric around his waist that he had removed himself earlier.

He watches as Saddler steps around the altar to stand in front of it, glaring at him once he’s out of Saddler’s line of sight. Saddler outstretches his arms once more and begins to address the congregation. 

“My brothers and sisters! The seed of my heir has been planted. My future Queen will be brought to Castle Salazar, where she will be trained in our ways…”

Saddler continues to speak, however Leon has stopped listening, his gaze shifting back to you. The servants are now undoing the restraints on your wrists as a couple of the Ganados, including your brother, approach with a crudely made stretcher, lifting your limp body from the altar to carry you away on it. Leon’s eyes remain locked on you until you are whisked out of the church.

Castle Salazar is an imposing structure nestled in the cliffs just outside of Valdelobos, it’s castellano the ever so infuriating Ramón Salazar. Once Saddler relieved Leon of his post, he made his way over to the castle where you are being kept to monitor your pregnancy and to mold you into the perfect “queen” for Saddler. Having allowed himself to transform, Leon begins to scale the castle walls as he follows the sense of your presence, his four back claws making easy work of scaling the wall while his long, scorpion-like tail helps to balance him as he climbs. His clawed fingers dig into the stone until he reaches an open window, vaulting himself onto the window sill, bent on his haunches. 

His heart races as he gazes upon you; your nude form under the safety of plush blankets. You are sleeping soundly, no doubt spent from being bred by Leon. Saddler had said coitus was beneath him, however, Leon knows the truth. The countless years of Saddler experimenting on himself rendered him infertile, hence why Leon was tasked with impregnating you. 

Leon silently climbs into the window, approaching the side of your bed before he gingerly sits down next to you, careful to not wake you. His ocean eyes gaze at you longingly as his clawed fingers gently comb your disheveled hair away from your face. Even though you’re sleeping, he can feel the connection the two of you have and as the plaga inside you grows, that connection will only become stronger. 

Saddler may have plans for you, but Leon has his own.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

May I request a yandere naga x gn reader, [smut can be optional]

I love monster men! Sorry this took so long

Yandere!Naga x GN!Reader

CW: Death, blood, abduction, short drabble

A virgin sacrifice?

1974

The friend group of incredibly drunk college kids stood near the edge of a forest, headed by Nathan who was wielding a ridiculously goofy dagger he had found in a thrift shop, reading an incantation from equally goofy book.

"Oh Fentoo, deity of the Earth, hear our cries!" Nathan waved his dagger. "Behold, our virgin sacrifice!"

(Reader) snorted. "Who's the virgin?"

Nathan glared down at them from the stump he was standing on. "You are, now shoosh."

"But.. I'm not a virgin?" (Reader) rolled their eyes, exhausted from their friend's antics. "Why not use Gayle; he's a virgin."

The awkward nerd beneath Nathan looked up at his leader with wide eyes. "Please don't sacrifice me, Nathan."

Nathan dropped his arms to his sides, sighing, clearly upset over the amount of times his ritual was being interrupted. "Gayle's a virgin because, well.. look at him, no offense Gayle. But you're.. decent looking? Fentoo will be more likely to come if he thinks you're a virgin, right?"

(Reader) rubbed their eyes, exhausted after the amount of beer they had been chugging all night. "Right, and what happens to me when he finds out that I'm not a virgin?"

"I don't know..? He doesn't eat you?" Nathan shrugged. (Reader) couldn't tell if he truly believed in the nonsense he was spewing, but allowed him to continue regardless, ignoring him in favor for another beer.

Gayle shook, unstable on his feet. "So what do you get if Fentoo accepts the sacrifice- (Reader)?"

"Uh.." Nathan flipped through the worn out book. "Fine metals of the earth, which is his domain."

"Damn, you're going to kill me for some gold?" (Reader) playfully asked in an offended tone.

Nathan opened his mouth in a wide smile, ready to respond, but suddenly fell slack jawed, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

A dark shadow rose behind (Reader), engulfing them in an unnaturally coldness.

"No.. you shall receive nothing, but death."

A voice deep and gravely growled so lowly that it rumbled in the drunk adult's chest and made their knees knock together. Very slowly, (Reader) turned, alcohol failing to give them any liquid courage.

Blocking out the light of the moon, a being emerged from the trees and extended up, rising to his full height. With ink black, scaly skin that elongated beyond his waist, a half human half snake monster that was like a living shadow smiled down at the humans beneath him, the only visible feature being his bright white fangs.

His movements were faster than a lion's, launching past (Reader) and striking the two drunk men before they could run.

(Reader) was powerless as they watched their best friends get ripped apart in from of them, torn open by the monster's bare hands. Blood splattered everywhere, even hitting (Reader's) face with splashes of red.

And they could do nothing.

As he moved under the night sky, the moon now illuminated his body, revealing the blue shine to his scales and skin, the strong features of his mostly human, noseless face, and his long locks of black hair cascading freely down his muscular back. His black eyes appeared to be staring at everything and nothing, unblinking as he murdered two innocent humans.

(Reader) was ready to die. Frozen with fear, their drunken mind accepted their fate. Even after watching the god's jaw unhinge to consume the pieces that used the be their friends, (Reader) was still.

But their death never came.

They watched the monster eat until there was nothing left but blood stains, however, when he turned to (Reader), he was nothing but smiles.

"The debt has been paid." He stated while grabbing the ceremonial dagger off the grass.

(Reader's) face must have conveyed their bafflement, because the creature chuckled before explaining; "The sacrifice has been accepted. Now you shall be rewarded."

Liquid gold poured up through the dirt around the horrified young adult's feet, solidifying as it came into contact with the air.

A single tear cleaned away blood from (Reader's) cheek. "I don't want gold."

His smile grew, revealing the inhuman split in his cheeks. "Oh? And what is it that you want?"

He reached out a cold hand, caressing their stained face.

"Jewels?"

".. no."

"Iron? Copper?"

Each time they nervously shook their head 'no' it seemed to please the deity more.

"Would you perhaps.. wish for a long life? One full of joy, and free from pain?" His voice softened as he rubbed his thumb against their trembling bottom lip. They could see the round of Nathan and Gayle as they moved through his body to be digested.

More cries escaped them. "Yes, please."

As soon as the words left their lips, (Reader) was scooped into the creature's strong arms, cradling them to his chest.

"Good."

He carried his newly claimed partner towards his domain, the land of the immortal.

"I am Fe Ntu. And I'd be honored to give you joy and love, for the rest of eternity."

[valentine-cafe]

May I have some churros and an egg tart please?!?

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about being their "dumb" human again!! And being all upset at them because they were out in the rain all day and came back soaking wet!! You told them they would get sick and they have to take their clothes off and you'd start a warm bath for them!! They would be so insistent that they would be fine!! But they both woke up with with a runny nose, a weak body and a terrible cough!! Good thing they have you to take care of them!!:D You'd do everything you can to nurse them back to health!!

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˖⁺. ﹙ rockstar rebel boyfriend x gn reader x naga mechanic bf. ﹚ .𖹭

. . . we're sorry for not listening. !! 🍒 :  alessio : rockstar ˖ yandere ˖ arsonist ˖ villain ˖ enigma character ˖ jìngyí :  naga ˖ mechanist ˖ grim reaper﹙ 1311 alessio & jìngyí. ﹚

your boyfriends get sick after not listening to you!

a loud whimpering groan escapes the ever so infamous leader of the enigma sector as he feels another slew of fever dreams coming on. his eyes bloodshot and staring up at the ceiling. and his nose began clogging as well the other day just before bed.

he and his husband should have both listened to you, but instead, they chose not to. you were just fussing, another human who thought they knew what they were doing. . . . yet to their unfortunate events, you did.

you did know what you were doing, and you had told them to: “go right ahead and get sick then!” after their stubborn attempts of being in the right. if it was not for their extremely sickly reacions, you would be laughing at their state.

“here is the soup,” the small coo reaches the two husband’s ears and they look over slowly, jìngyí trying to ignore it while pouting and looking away. embarrassed at the predicament he finds himself in.

reapers don’t usually fall sick, nor do snakes. for what he’s aware of, at the very least.

alessio, however, reaches over to the bowl and starts sipping from the hot and rich soup. packed with many many vegetables and good vitamins.

“thank you amor. . .” he croons, voice much raspier than usual.

it takes a simple lift your brow to make him look down at his soup, huffing a bit while thinning his lips. “yeah yea, don’t have to look at me like that. you were right.”

scoffing while you turn your attention to jìngyí, you pick up the bowl for him and slowly put it to his bottom lip. he looks up at you with furrowed brows.

“don’t be pissy.” you comment softly. giving him the look, of someone who is unimpressed by that kind of behaviour.

he softens slightly but takes the bowl into his hand and begins sipping of the soup, his entire body clearly easing as the warmth of the liquid passes through him. lungs exhaling out a deep sigh.

“ssssorry baobei. . .” he whispers, grunting as you put your hands on his and alessio’s foreheads.

“. . . i’m getting the butt thermometer”

another slew of dismayed whines leave the both of them at the words that leave your mouth.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Happy Ending | EXTRA 02 | Because I love you

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 3,494

Warnings | +18, presence of a lot of blood, a dead body, Jungkook is absolutely crazy here, dark atmosphere, MC is deeply shocked, many tears, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, anger, angst, smut dubcon, raw sex in the shower, vaginal penetration, yandere themes, touches and kisses, this is a yandere story, be careful.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | You have finally discovered Jungkook's dark secret, are you ready to accept the man you have come to love?

➢ Author's Note | Happy birthday to me!!! 🥰🥰🥰

To celebrate I decided to post the second extra of Happy Ending, let me know if you like it! 💕

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @douknowbts, @aiiselle90210, @fewercascade , @mageprincess7, @m00njinnie, @get-that-brain-working, @whipwhoops

➢ EXTRA 01

➢ Main Story

➢ Spin - Off | Dark Moon || PJM

She really didn't want to ignore what Jungkook told her.

But she was alone in that new house, it was so dark, and the storm outside was terrifying her as it had not in a long time.

Something strange vibrated in the air that evening, something that moved under her skin like a snake and caused long chills of frost.

She clutched tightly with her other hand the gold ring that proved their marriage had taken place, it had been strange to see all those unfamiliar faces taking part in the ceremony, it had seemed to her more like a business meeting than actual nuptials, but the most important thing was being together, Jungkook had clutched at her all the time to make her understand.

Now she needed him, who was in the basement working on something, he had not told her exactly what he was working on, he had simply made her promise that she would not go down there for any reason in the world, with or without him.

Deglutinating slightly in front of the door in question, it was tall and dark, imposing and terribly menacing, she was about to turn back to their bedroom when a thunderclap far louder than the previous ones made her jump on the spot with a squeak, she grabbed the handle pulling it toward her and cast a glance at the dimly lit stairs that were supposed to lead downward.

With a sigh she took her first steps, barefoot and with only a thin nightgown to protect her from the drafts of that place, the further she went the more she could hear strange noises expanding throughout the flight of stairs, she squinted wondering what the hell her husband was up to.

"Jungkook?" she whispered with her arms wrapped around her own body in a vain attempt to protect herself from anything that might harm her.

Another painful noise to her strained ears left her speechless, maybe... maybe Jungkook had hurt himself?

She hastened her steps with anxiety painfully gripping her chest, flung open the small door that separated her from the smaller room, and what she saw left her breathless.

There was blood, so much blood, everywhere.

On the work table were scattered numerous weapons, all of them ominous-looking, but even more grotesque was the lifeless form of a man slumped badly in a chair, his feet were bound by a chain and his arms behind his back had received the same treatment, his dark hair and skin were premeared with red, viscous liquid, his swollen, ashen face confirmed what the girl was thinking. He was dead.

A high-pitched, shrill scream left her throat, she brought her trailing hands to her pale lips and began to take small steps backward, her breath coming less and less.

Who was he? No. Why was he there? What the hell had happened in there?!

She turned like lightning to run away from that horrific sight, but blocking her escape she found her husband himself, staring at her with a stern, icy, frightening expression. His imposing shoulders covered the door, preventing her from running away like a terrified mouse.

Y/N sobbed harshly at the sight of his bloodstained clothes; she could not believe it, he... he...

"You promised you'd never come down here," he said reproachfully, furrowing his brow and wondering why she had preferred to leave the warmth of their bed to go down into that hellhole.

Y/N shook her head, "N-No... I-I just wanted to... Please, let me out" she cried with less and less breath, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but in doing so she collided with the table. She was stuck.

Jungkook approached her slowly, holding a threadbare dishcloth in his hands, "Aish...look at your lovely little feet," he huffed, Y/N cast a glance at her bare feet, they were completely soiled, "You shouldn't have seen any of this," he continued with a twinge of displeasure in his gaze.

When he reached her Y/N found herself stiffening, afraid of a possible violent reaction, but nothing of what she feared happened.

Jungkook hugged her to himself, cradling her against his strong chest as if before his eyes he did not have a girl in the throes of a nervous cry, but only a puppy to comfort.

"You didn't have to find out like this, although I'm actually relieved...it's a part of me that I couldn't keep secret forever, I was tired of lying to you in fact," he murmured into her hair, leaving a tender kiss that didn't match the surroundings and situation.

"What does it all mean, Jungkook? What is going on? What are you doing?" she sobbed shakily, terribly shattered by the aberrant sight of the man behind her lifeless.

Jungkook tenderly caressed her cheeks, his expression softened by a note of adoration. Y/N was beautiful even with fear written all over her face.

"That's what I am, my love," he admitted, "I didn't want to scare you, so I never told you anything, I knew it would be hard for you to understand."

A light bulb went off in the young woman's brain, Seokjin and the evenings he made Jungkook spend away from home.

"You kill people," she huffed, lacking strength.

"I don't kill people, I deal with those who deserve punishment," he emphasized harshly, "They are bad men, Y/N...I just clean up."

Y/N cast another glance at the body, but had to look away immediately to prevent herself from vomiting her dinner, she staggered into her husband's arms, close to fainting.

The nauseating smell in the tiny room was making her feel sick.

"Was he a bad person, too?" she whimpered, praying for an affirmative answer, something to help her accept such a truth.

Her heart was torn.

Her husband was a murderer, but the love she felt for him was so strong and suffocating that, even with such knowledge weighing on her small shoulders, she was unable to turn away from him.

Jungkook's dark irises sparkled brightly, understanding the meaning behind his wife's words.

"He was, he hurt a lot of girls before I managed to catch him, I'm sorry I brought him here," he said truly regretful, "Our house should not be infected by certain beings, but tonight I had to make a break from the rule of not bringing work home."

He spoke of killing as to a job, Y/N did not know how long it had been going on or who he was working with, she just wanted to go back and forget whatever she had seen or heard that night.

"I...I don't know who you are," she murmured with tears in her eyes, "I don't know who you are and I'm afraid," she cried harder hitting him in the chest, she didn't even know what she was saying.

She felt split in two, she was scared but also very, very angry.

Why had he not told her such a thing earlier? Why had he forced her to discover his secret in such a revolting way?!

Jungkook let her do it without moving a single muscle; he knew too that it was difficult for her to accept it, but he was also sure that she would.

She was his woman, she would never let him down.

"I'm still the same, Y/N," he whispered in her ear, leaving a small kiss on her temple.

"Jungkook, I have to-" I have to get out of here.

"I'll clean up everything of course! Honey, I'm sorry...I know you hate to see dirt everywhere," he made crucified and sorry, Y/N could not believe her ears, according to him that was what was making her sick to her stomach?, "Come here," he hummed as he brought his face closer to the girl's face, took her gently by the cheeks and pressed his lips to the girl's, heedless of the blood on his fingers that soiled the soft skin, Y/N groaned in disgust.

"Jungkook, what the hell!"

"Y/N" the boy's dark, predatory eyes caged her, his lost expression troubled her, "I need you now," he begged grabbing her by the hips, pushing her against the table he badly scanned away the objects and made her lie down on that hard surface, not giving her a chance to disentangle herself from his grip, so strong was he.

Y/N screamed breathlessly, frightened and confused.

The boy towered over her with his entire size, adoring the sight of his wife now sharing the same secret with him.

"What do you want to do here?!" she shrieked in a high-pitched voice, looking around as if mad.

Her legs were unceremoniously spread wide, she peered breathlessly at her husband's lost face.

There was something they both loved to do sometimes, sex without foreplay.

There was something arousing about entering her still tight and rigid because they were too aroused to give themselves time, it was exciting the way she got wet quickly after the first thrusts, and Y/N loved feeling him hard and mighty in her.

Reduced as he was like that, he could not venture to touch her too much; therefore, he found it was the right time to take advantage of that wild way of joining.

"You like raw sex, don't you, love?" he asked without really expecting an answer, Y/N squeaked looking at him like he was crazy, "Take my cock," he growled leaving her speechless.

He forcefully pushed his taut erection against her covered core and Y/N shuddered breathlessly, her brain shut down at her husband's subtle growl.

"Don't make me repeat myself, sweetheart," he licked his wife's lips, cupping her face in his bloody hands, ignoring how the viscous liquid uncomfortably smeared the woman's soft skin.

She moved like a robot, unzipping his pants and pulling out Jungkook's heavy cock, he practically purred against her mouth, kissing her again, "Look at me, my love, just me" he murmured to her teary eyes, moved his hips against her hand, his cock already stiff and throbbing, spurring her on.

"Jungkook..." she pulled up with her nose, tightening her lips indecisively on what to do, watching the door behind her husband, "Please don't make me do it here," she pleaded, causing him to freeze.

He frowned, he had never forced her to take him and she had never refused sexual intercourse with him, finally fully understanding her discomfort.

He kissed her forehead, sighing against her warm skin, before pulling away disgruntled.

If Y/N thought she was finally free, she had to think again, in front of her Jungkook began to strip off his soiled clothes, throwing them to the ground with a resounding slap! Soon his perfect, blood-stained body was completely naked, heedless of the confusion printed on his young wife's face.

He unceremoniously took her in his arms, Y/N dared not move to refuse the contact, aware that Jungkook could keep calm up to a certain point and then... there was that dark curiosity that made her wonder what he would do next.

They walked back up the stairs to the basement, Y/N took one last look at the lifeless body in the room and shuddered, that would be an image she would never forget, she let her forehead fall back on the boy's smoothly sculpted chest wearily, casting a glance at the hallway they were walking down she noticed that the boy's goal was to get to the shower room they had recently had installed in the new house.

They had moved into a new house after the wedding, she was so happy, she would be able to leave behind those first terrible memories she had of the four walls, too bad that now even those were filthy with a new and terrible event. She swallowed the nonexistent saliva, trying to chase away the stench of death that accompanied them both.

"Y/N," Jungkook began, holding her tenderly in his strong arms, he entered the shower with her before beginning to undress her, the woman shivered from the cold, she had almost forgotten about the storm howling outside, "I would never hurt you, you know that, yes?"

He bent down slightly so he could look into her eyes, but Y/N escaped his scrutinizing gaze.

"Look at me." he intimated firmly, he took her chin between two fingers, forcing her again to point her irises into his dark ones, when they bonded once more Jungkook threw himself on her lips, claiming them with possession and desire, the grip he maintained on her face was soft, however, as if he wanted her to know that she was safe with him and she had to give in to that passion, she returned that contact with desperation, trying to bury in the meanders in her mind what she had discovered that night.

Jungkook groaned smugly, grasping her thighs securely to allow her to bind her legs to his hips, her back stuck to the glass of the cabin, soon after she felt the jet of water hit them and she screamed in surprise, widening her eyes.

At their feet the water began to run crimson, as bewitched she ran her hands over her husband's chest, rubbing away those terrible stains, the signature of the sin committed by the man a few meters away. She did not want to look him in the eye, not at that moment as she passed to clean the arms that held her.

"Y/N-."

"Shut up!" she exclaimed in a broken voice, shedding more tears that mingled with the still flowing water.

Jungkook's wet hair stuck to his forehead and the tips touched his wide-open eyes. He looked like a little fawn caught by surprise.

He should not have had such an innocent look, even his red lips should not have been so sweet and tantalizing.

"You've been lying to me all this time, and just like that you bring a dead body into my house," she hissed, driving her nails into the boy's forearms, "You're a fucking crazy bastard," she continued snarling, exploding for the first time that way.

The boy watched her for a few moments without saying a word, before a grin spread across his otherwise angelic face.

"You may well be right, my sweetest wife," he laughed softly, "But to take you away with me and save you from that miserable life of yours I certainly could not be normal, those who love cannot afford to be normal," the tips of their noses touched as he blew those words at her and entered her with a slow thrust, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as her unready pussy recognized the cock of the man she loves, Jungkook sadistically pushed deeper, enjoying the relaxed progress, he knew that she was experiencing a burning sensation that she secretly adored.

"Those who love cannot be normal," she repeated as she clutched at his chest, that phrase continued countless times in her mind as Jungkook underscored that thought by shaking her body repeatedly with direct and precise strokes, feverishly kissing her lost face.

She rested her head against the glass of the shower, letting the jet of water cloud her vision as her walls moistened around the man's increasingly tense cock, beginning to flicker more and more intoxicated by that forbidden pleasure, accompanying Jungkook's gradually more frequent and devouring moans.

"I fucking love you! You're perfect," he said through clenched teeth in her ear, growling at yet another squeeze of her abused and needy core, "Y/N, without you everything I do would be meaningless," he confessed, kissing her full cheek before brushing her face with his forehead, hiding his expression from her.

But his tears Y/N felt anyway, and it was the first time she could feel him so vulnerable.

Perhaps that night had not been upsetting only for her.

"J-Jungkook," she stammered, stopping short when the thick tip of his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot, her thighs glistening with water trembled as she increased her grip on his sculpted body, "I believe you, but no more secrets or-... work at home," she begged him with a knot in her throat, accepting without more strength what he was.

Those who love cannot be normal.

The boy nodded instantly, leaving small kisses on her chest, taking a sensitive nipple in his mouth, then going up her tender throat to her lips.

"Do you love me?" he rotated his hips expertly, making light contact with the young woman's swollen, tense clitoris, which at that point trembled uncontrollably.

"Mpf! -Kook!"

"Tell me, fuck! Tell me again, like you always do every day and every night; when I hold you, when I look at you, when I fuck you so good you lose your mind," he ordered in a raw voice, ready to make his cock explode inside her womb, wanting to offer her a little life that was already ready to grow with her.

He slammed into her several times violently, the glass shuddered furiously, and Y/N's eyes automatically closed at the powerful orgasm that shook her to her bowels, followed by the boy's copious jets of cum that filled her completely.

"I love you," she whimpered against his neck, trying to block her husband's last thrusts by clutching her walls, making them both gasp, "It's impossible for me to imagine a life without you, I could never leave you," she sobbed, completely exhausted and overcome by that all-consuming awareness.

"That is exactly the effect you have on me, my love... see? Together we are our everything, we don't need anything else."

The water was now flowing clear and clear, every trace of what had taken place in the basement had been buried.

Jungkook shut off the shower spray, got the girl down from his arms and immediately covered her with a large clean towel, helped her gently, kissing every visible patch of skin from time to time as he finished drying it thoroughly, it was a ritual now and there was no trace in him of the crazy man he had been almost an hour before.

In the bedroom he helped her brush out her damp hair, the next day it would be an unwatchable tangle of strands, but she really didn't have the strength or patience to even think of drying it with a hair dryer, she just wanted to sleep for hours on end. Jungkook on the other hand brushed the damp locks with joy, he loved their softness and shine, his little woman was gorgeous in every way.

"Let's go to bed, honey," he crooned, "You're about to collapse," he chuckled, snapping a noisy kiss on her forehead, missing the effect it had on the girl, who watched him with a lighter heart and a blank mind.

She fell asleep wrapped in her husband's arms, her head buried in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, lost in that sweet and inviting body heat, inhaling Jungkook's delicious scent.

He waited patiently for her to fall into Morpheus's arms before moving slowly, untangling their bodies from the firm grip that Y/N unconsciously tried to maintain, he sighed discontentedly.

He did not like the idea of parting with his beloved, but there was a filthy worm that had to be disposed of as soon as possible before it plagued their beautiful home with its stench.

The next day Y/N lazily opened her eyes, the sun's rays had long since penetrated the room, and stretched herself thoroughly before getting up and putting her feet on the floor.

She looked around for her husband, but he was not there.

In return she sensed voices whispering in the living room, frowned remembering that they were expecting no one that day, put on her Stitch slippers, a gift from Jungkook to tease her because of her endless love for the little being, and clasping her arms to her chest went to "investigate" the mysterious guest.

A dark-haired head and a blond-haired head turned in her direction when she gave evidence of her presence, her eyes widened.

Jungkook and Kim Seokjin both looked at her with a smile.

Suddenly memories of the night before flooded her mercilessly, causing her to gasp for breath.

She had accepted that she had to share Jungkook with that life, but the images of what she had seen still remained horrifying, and the smile they were both giving her sent shivers down her spine.

"You're awake!" exclaimed Jungkook cheerfully, leaving her interjected.

He was bursting with happiness for a reason still unknown to her.

"Jungkook, what..."

"Y/N."

Seokjin's quiet voice stopped her, she shifted her gaze to the man in silence, he had always given her the impression that he knew more than he wanted to reveal, her ex-principal had always been a mystery to her and now she had concrete certainty.

"Welcome officially to the family, Mrs. Jeon."

Jungkook's eyes shone euphorically, thus expressing his pride, Y/N instead observing Seokjin's angelic features understood that the devil had a face and a name.

[aris-ink]

can you do a drabble for yandere!jungkook x female reader where the reader has rape fantasy and asks jungkook to act the fantasy one day? (they're in an established relationship) and a touch of breeding kink✨ will be great. btw if you aren't comfortable writing the first kink then you can completely ignore this.♡

this is literally just cnc, a theme I've dealt with before and something that does require consent in the first place. so, yes ofc baby, thank you for asking though, ily <3 also, this... is a bit longer than a regular drabble

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance

warnings: con noncon, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of safe words, role play, hints of fear kink (threats, allusions to kidnapping), some knife play, manhandling, degradation, impact play (face slapping), hair pulling, implied sadism & masochism, choking, outdoor sex, rough sex (including oral), breeding kink, creampie, love love love, aftercare <3

It was a fact well known, truth be told; angels shouldn't wander around on their own in the dark, where twisted things tended to lurk. Yet somehow, here you were.

"Hi."

The greeting was murmured right into your ear, and you knew you were screwed.

It was past midnight and your shift ended over an hour ago. Too cold and tired to keep waiting for Jungkook, you gave up and started making your way home on foot. He'd lose it if he found out. He'd never let you go anywhere alone at this hour; but for the first time, he didn't pick you up right after work or answer any of your calls. And now, you were stuck in a dimly lit lot, devastatingly silent and empty save for the few cars parked there, with a muscular arm snaked around your waist and the sharp edge of a knife grazing your throat.

You could barely swallow, frozen in spot as the man's nose brushed your cheek, his chest firm against your back.

"Out for a walk?"

Caught off guard by the cold steel against your quickening pulse, you didn't really register the question. There was a possibility he could cut you up if you moved just an inch, and it was almost like he was teasing you with the threat. He gave your waist a squeeze, then nudged the back of your knee to coax you to move forward.

"Don't feel like talking, huh?" He sounded amused, though his voice was low, prompting a shiver as his words vibrated through your ear - and then through your core. "That's okay, I wasn't interested in talking either. I'm sure we can find some other good uses for that cute little mouth."

Left with no choice, you let him lead the way. It was naive of you to think that things couldn't get any worse. As you forced your legs to keep going, you were hit with a realization that made all the blood drain from your face. He wasn't steering you towards some dirty alley; or even towards the door of his car. He was steering you towards the trunk.

Your skin seemed to be crawling with static when you stopped before it, initial shock fading and alarms blaring through all your systems. He clicked it open with ease, inching the knife away from your throat. As if he needed it in the first place. You were all alone out here, and he was so much stronger than you. That much was obvious.

Your nails dug into his arm with unexpected harshness. You threw your head back in an attempt to slam it into his. He managed to dodge the blow, though - quite effortlessly, too - and your attack ended just as quickly as it began. It only earned you a surprised grunt, and a punishing yank at your hair that made your mouth fall open with a cry.

"Don't fucking test me," he hissed. His arm tightened around you roughly. "You'll be the prettiest good girl for me-" he whispered against your ear, "or you'll be the prettiest missing girl in the news. Your choice, baby. Yeah?"

The ground felt like it dropped from under your feet, liquid fire pooling in your tummy, making it sway along with the scenery around you. It was impossible not to notice how hard he was already, like he's been waiting for an occasion to pounce on you for much too long. His heavy pants warmed your nape, proving the gentler demeanor from earlier to be an act that was quickly unraveling the more you resisted him.

He pushed you inside, and your hands started to tremble, knees feeling weak. You didn't even get to turn your head back to glance at him in time before he shut the boot, plunging the cramped up space into darkness.

There was a few bumps in the road; you felt each one, exploring the smooth leather all around you. Mostly to familiarize yourself with your surroundings; but also to try grounding yourself and soothing your racing heart. The ride didn't seem long. It was hard to judge, though, when you were so pumped up on adrenaline and the air around you felt way too hot.

After all this, you had been right to expect to arrive somewhere deserted and unknown. As the trunk began to lift up, you were greeted with the bite of cold, night air and a masculine silhouette set against the moonlit sky.

He wasn't even bothered waiting until the damn car opened fully, giving you zero chance to take him by surprise again. He buried a tattooed hand in your hair, slapping the other over your mouth, both pushing you down with powerful force. In a knee jerk reaction, your own hands flew upwards to push him away, smacking against whatever they could reach; his arms, his shoulders, his chest. However, the strikes just seemed to bounce off of the thick muscles, doing little damage. It was pathetic how easy it was for him to overpower you, climb onto your chest, even with how you trashed under him. His fingers trapped your wrists, his crotch too close to your face, eclipsing the view of the woods behind him.

And yet despite all that, it was no easy task to unzip his jeans. Both of his hands were unsteady, partly from the arousal twisting through him, partly from your stubborn attempts at ripping your own hands out of his grasp.

Clenching his jaw, your assailant momentarily gave up on his pesky zipper. A loud crack pulsed through your entire skull, leaving your cheek sore and stars dancing around your eyes. He slapped you so hard the impact whipped your head to the side, then did it again. It was just enough to make him groan; just enough to give him the split second he needed to free his hard, aching cock and push his hips forward.

"Open," he snapped shakily, gritting his teeth when you started shaking your head, refusing him access to your mouth.

Taking advantage of his size, he shifted abruptly, imprisoning your arms beneath the weight of his muscular thighs.

And just like that it was game over.

One hand wrapped around his cock so he could aim better, one wrapped around your precious, little neck. He could feel a pulse beating from both sides, precum weeping from his flushed tip, dripping down your collarbones, your eyes dilating from the sudden lack of air.

It was the first time your gazes locked since he grabbed you in the parking lot. You looked so beautiful under him. Unable to help it, his hips kept thrusting forward in desperate need of friction, the wet head of his cock rubbing into your lips. A series of shallow, shaky breaths followed the motions, and he paid no mind to the mess he was making of you. In fact, the image only spurred him on. So did how impossible it was for you to get away from his raging hard on, no matter where your head turned.

At last, you gasped for air; and the moment you did, he groaned so loudly. Your throat was released and instead stuffed with his cock, fat and throbbing and way too long. It made your muscles constrict, instantly prompting you to choke. To him, though, it was the perfect fit, and he could have sobbed from the relief. The hooting and rustling of small, nocturnal creatures stirring in the bushes and the twisted branches of trees was utterly drowned out, replaced by the obscene, sloppy sounds of him rutting into your face, and the guttural moans fleeing him.

"Agh, fuck-" mindlessly, his fingers searched your skin, the rough pads pressing into your cheeks, squeezing, before burying in your hair again to tug at it.

He barely allowed you to catch a breath. Your lungs burned, thighs clenching and cheeks stained from tears. It was not mercy, but the tightening in his gut that made him stop abruptly, pulling out of your abused mouth. He left your throat and cunt aching and your head spinning, goosebumps breaking all over your arms.

"Fuck," he trembled as you coughed, leaning an arm above you. His cock twitched in front of your face, and even though you were the one being deprived of air until now, his chest heaved just as hard as yours. "I almost came."

He puffed out a laugh, looking down at you. His eyes were so dark, flashing with a dangerous desire that your cute, panic stricken expression had sadistically prompted to be voiced.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, squishing your cheeks. "I won't leave you empty."

The words turned your knees to cotton. You whimpered, shaking your head from side to side more vigorously, but he was already climbing off you and grabbing you by the arms to flip you onto your stomach. Heels on the ground and your upper half still stuck in the trunk of his car, you felt like a ragdoll, weak and quivering under his control.

You gasped when his hand sneaked in between your legs, two long digits stroking you through your underwear. He gasped too.

"What a good, little bitch. Fucking soaked. I'm going to ruin you forever, baby."

Your tummy twisted up so hotly you whined, terrified you were going to come. And he barely touched you. The mortification of it was enough for you to try squirming away, but it was futile. He didn't care about your inner dilemmas or how many times you'd come. All he cared about was getting his cock into your sopping cunt.

And that was what he did. Pulling the ruined cotton halfway down your thighs and plunging inside you, stretching out your warm, tight hole. Pounding into you so suddenly you shrieked, a reaction that thrilled him to no end. And unlike you he was not ashamed to show it, moaning into your ear. It felt like he's branded you from the inside, and you couldn't do anything about how much you clenched around him, the pleasure searing and so different from anything you've ever experienced before.

"So close," he breathed, "fuck, you gonna take it? Gonna take my cum like a good girl?"

You whined, still shaking your head, even though you were tightening more at his words, massaging him like a little toy, made just for him. He fucked you harder, as though he was determined to prove to you that you were going to do exactly as he said - and cream his cock while you were at it.

"Yeah, you are. You'll take everything I'll g-give you, fuck. Gonna take my cum every night until this pretty, little cunt is nice and bred. A-all mine, yeah."

You shivered, muscles tensing and mind numbed out, wiped clean of anything but the impending orgasm making you sweat and tingle all over.

"Oh, baby likes that?" The strained question came out as another moan. "Yeah, you do? You gonna be my little cumdump? Oh god - fuck! -"

You weren't sure if you heard more praises or insults, or both as he came, or if the ones from earlier were still simply floating around in your mind; turning it into a haunted house, a ruin, where the ghost of his presence would forever remain. Just like he promised.

Your vision swam and your cunt began to spasm around his cock, sucking him in greedily. He helped you ride out your high with hard, deep thrusts that made you cry. It felt so good, and even better when he started twitching inside you, pump after pump of hot seed filling you up.

Despite the uncomfortable position, he stayed inside you for a while, waiting for the tremors of your orgasms to pass. Mentally needing to feel you close just as much as you needed him while they did.

You squeezed his hand after a moment. He reacted immediately, giving it a tender squeeze back and lifting himself off you.

The ride back home was comfortably quiet. Despite having checked up on you already, he got you into bed and washed you with a warm cloth, taking the opportunity to examine your skin for any marks or cuts. You seemed fine, your eyes fluttering closed at the gentle touches appreciatively, a soft hum escaping your lips.

"Baby," he murmured, his free hand moving to cup your face. "Stay with me. I'm almost done."

You tried to open your eyes, finding Jungkook already looking at you. He kissed your forehead, then put the cloth away, somewhat vulnerable and careful in his approach towards you.

"Was it too much?" He asked quietly, almost like he felt guilty.

Frowning slightly, you reached out to touch his cheek.

"I know my safe word, Jungkook." That didn't seem very reassuring, so you quickly added, "And the taps, too."

He trusted you; of course he trusted you. He had no doubt you would have let him know had you wanted him to stop at any point, but he couldn't help himself.

Since meeting you, Jungkook had learned a lot about himself. He started into the shadows and dug through his insides, trying to find answers to questions that made him lose sleep. But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any. Among the blood and the guts and the bones, he couldn't figure out why. Why did his love have to be all consuming, with teeth and claws that longed to tear into you just so he could feel your heart in his hands? Just to feel that he owned it; like some kind of wild, vicious beast. He always tried so hard not to let the intrusive thoughts win, to control his impulses when he touched you. Scared to death, he'd often slow down, the cold flood of questions in his head putting out the heat in his body. Did he go too rough? Did he take too much? Why did he always need so much?

It wasn't until you gathered up the courage to speak up one quiet night that everything clicked into place, and Jungkook found the disturbing noise in his soul settling down into serene warmth. Maybe he was some twisted, sad thing that didn't quite belong anywhere but in the shadows. But shadows couldn't exist without light, and you were his. A beautiful, lonely angel.

How discriminatory of heaven. There was just no place for you among the righteous if your halo happened to be broken. It didn't matter if you weren't the one that damaged it; god never did take responsibility for the cruelty of his creations.

But as long as Jungkook's own heart was beating, you never had to worry about anything - or anyone - ever again. All beasts protected what they owned.

He leaned his forehead on yours, searching your eyes for a moment.

"Do you think I'm-"

"No," you whispered, already knowing what he was going to ask. "Do you think I am?"

That was different, Jungkook thought, offended by the mere suggestion. No matter what the world thought of you, to Jungkook you were the only good he's ever known.

"No," he answered immediately. "You're perfect."

Not messed up. Perfect.

With his pyjamas on and teeth brushed, he slipped into the bed, arms locking around your waist. He was tired of overthinking. In the end, nothing outside of this room really mattered, as long as what you had worked for you both. And as far as Jungkook was concerned, looking down at your peaceful face right next to his; it worked.

Your leg slipped in between his thighs, head snuggling into his chest, even in your sleep.

Yeah. It worked.

[injailoutsoongato]

Yandere/dark khamzat please

Khamzat x Reader

c.w : dark content

Khamzat really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, during his time in the UFC. Much to the others, Everyone hid behind a mask,

Khamzat was one of them. Though he seemed friendly out in the media and was a kind soul, but really his mind was a tornado and hazard of never-ending dark thoughts. It was a hellhole inside there, it was always consisting of , ‘what if;’ that was the question. What if? Khamzat wouldn’t really know why they came into his mind or how it started. He’d think it was nothing, but it didn’t take soon to realize right away, it was in his nature. The Borz who was already destroying everyone who stepped in his way, it made it worse that if he had these thoughts while fighting it was as if could this get any more brutal? The male ushered away thoughts of his love life until he meets you all the way back in Dubai. You had been working at ringside as a nurse. His infamous fight with Li that ended in just 5 minutes was worse, They’d wait until they saw his off aired-matches, there was no rules as if it was nothing barred. He never held back. If he needs, he’d go bare knuckles. He was cruel in the octagon, he recognized you being the one who rushed to his opponent who seemed to have been injured badly because of the harsh knockout Khamzat had given the poor man. Yet the story had never ended here, he seen you more often, but you did wonder. How the hell he knew your shoe size.Yes it was seemingly that he had found out you worked at a retail store nearby. Near a boutique. And he happend to ‘pass by’ to check around the store and buy himself something. And since that day he’d been sending you his letters in broken English. Flowers. Chocolates. And you were confused. At first you didn’t know it was him, but suspected it since when those gifts came, he never visited on those days. But he did directly the day after. The gifts would not stop. Going to your home was even worse as it started to feel unsafe. ‘I ADORE YOU’ Looking like it was written by a mad man on the sink. With blood. And the murders that happened around town? And he didn’t seem to bat an eye, and was gone like a hiatus. Until you came to him sobbing the day, you didn’t know why you went to him. It was all confusing.he gave gifts. Or not? He disappeared. He appears again, now disappears yet again, and it was a loop.He was shushing you and rubbing your back as his other arm went to wrap around your mid back. Pulling you closer to him and laying you on the soft black sheets of his bed as he snakes both arms around from under you, he had acted all concerned when he knew this was a facade and he had planned this step by step like a Wolf luring in its food. He knew what he was doing lying to a sweet girl. He didn’t even give this time. How could he do this all under a few weeks? But now he had you, the big Russian male cooing at your ear as his hand brushed your wet cheek and rubbed it, knowing you would melt at his gentleness. He had always expected you to kiss him if you got something from him. Soft lips on him as his beard nipped at your soft skin, it was how much you listened to him. Affection payed by affection.

Feeling the sharp tip of a needle dig into your shoulder before passing out in his arms was the last thing that had happened. You felt betrayed almost as if you knew what just happened after a minute it seemed, your eyes pricked with tears as you looked up at him. It was the last thing, he left you pressed against him panting and huffing, crying out in pain as the needle jabbed in while he was putting your tears away as he wiped them with his knuckles but they kept flowing like a river. The liquid burned and its effect was heavy. Puffy lips around his, you were too out of it, and you couldn’t do anything, he bowed to slip in a third or fourth kiss until you were breathless. Still laying against him immobile. And his lovesick look took over, he wasn’t really sorry, he had his sweet girl now.

And you went missing

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Yandere Druid

I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to druids (or anything really DnD yet), so if it's wrong or not possible I'm sorry.

yandere druid x gn reader

warnings: threats, party deaths, a bit darker than I usually go with yanderes

not proofread

Thinking about a yandere druid who uses their ability to shift into animals to stay on you so you can't ever leave them.

He just kinda clung onto your party when you and your party were resting at a tavern for a while. None of you really thought anything about it, and were fine with it from a druid possibly being useful.

Gradually however, you and your party start to notice how... unnerving he tends to be. Of course with him being a druid he could just be talking to bugs or something. You and your party know next to nothing about them so that's the best guess. But the whisperings and mumblings at night kept especially you up a lot. Mostly from always ending up stuck closest to him. You could never sneak up and try to hear what he was talking with the possible bugs or something about. He always seemed to know and stop mumbling by the time you got close enough.

Eventually it came that the party wanted him out of the group. They couldn't stand it any longer. He was creepy, but that seemed a bit far. But you really can't go against a group of people, and have a priority of them from being the leader.

Just to be decent though, you tell them one final night, and drop him off at the nearest tavern in the morning. They begrudgingly accepted your term.

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In the morning it was quiet. Too quiet. Usually the rattling of armor could be heard as two of them always get up insanely early to do practice exercises.

You sit up and look around. They're all still sleeping. A stinging pain is on your right leg. Removing your blanket shows what seems to be a bite wound with two prominent holes. Shit, isn't that a venomous snake bite???

The sound of coming footsteps made you look to see the druid running back towards your camp. A pouch is in his hand. He pulls out one with a deep purple liquid and passes it to you.

"It's a vial to make you immune to the venom until it gets through your system! Now hurry, drink it!" He seems out of breath, but how did he get the potions so soon? With how manic he was there was a feeling you shouldn't drink it. You look doubtfully at the vial while he opens the mouth of one of the other party members and pours a different colored one into their mouth.

He looks back at you with a glare.

"drink it!!" His sound of urgency makes you comply without another second thought about it.

It takes only a few moments for the pain to reside. You also suddenly feel really... refreshed? What all else was in there? That wasn't just to help the venom, you're sure of it. A bad feeling sinks deep in your body.

The giant smile that quickly grew on his face made it all the worse.

"What was in that??"

He walks right up to you and keeps a hand on your right shoulder, as if fearing you'd run. "Well, it can't be undone now, so I'll tell you! I basically just gave you the lives of the other party members. They didn't deserve it anyways~"

He what!?

"Why!?"

"They were so annoying, trying to push me away from you. Have you noticed they've been trying to get me out of here from the start?"

A bit, but you genuinely thought they just needed to warm up to him.

He yanks your body close to his. "Your lifespan will be so much longer now too!"

You try to squirm away and run for it. His strength is surprisingly strong as he tightens his grip like a constrictor.

"Ah, ah, ah! don't try to get away now~ I finally have you all alone. And I'm not letting this sweet victory go so soon." He leans to be right by your ear. "And if you even dare trying to leave me, I've got many ways to make sure you'd never be able to even walk again."

That was a threat that you could tell he'd really act up on.

He claps his hands together. "Oh! also you can leave this stuff behind. I already got better stuff waiting at the inn I signed us up in for a couple days, and got us better equipment! That way you can be more comfortable as we get to finally have time to get to know each other more without pests in the way."

You're still thinking of ways to get out of this and run from him.

"oh, and one more thing. Just so you don't dare get any ideas of leaving me, I'm going to be on you and guide you the way there."

You don't like snakes anymore.

Before you can wrap your head around that, he shifts into a medium-sized venomous snake and coils up from your feet to be around your neck, wrapping loosely around it. It's the same venomous snake you said was gorgeous before and asked him to turn into before so you could safely feel the scales of it and see the colors very up close.

He tightens when you go to grab him. Not enough to strangle you, but the threat is there loud and clear.

[trancylovecraft]

(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER TEN)

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CHAPTER TEN: "I witness that a lot of people are dying because they consider that life is not worth living."

NOTE: Next chapter WILL be late due to me going on vacay! Juuuust wanted to get a chap out before I go lol!

Thanatophobia is the fear of death, Originating from the Greek "Thanatos" meaning death. People who suffer from this are extremely afraid of death and may have excessive thoughts about it.

This coupled with something like Suicidal Desire can create a reckless sort of behaviour. Making a person actively seek their death due to the fact they cannot do it themselves out of fear.

The smell of burnt gunpowder lingered in the cold night's air, Bursts of vivid colour exploding in the sky and fizzling out into sparks mid-flight. The entire sky was alight with hue's of reds, blues and purples lighting up the atmosphere.

The bitter liquor ran down her throat yet it barely burned as it went down, Her tongue trained to the taste and the fire tamed in due time.

[F/N] gazed out over the city of Osaka from the balcony of her inn. The festival in full swing below her, The sounds of laughing and festivities were low and echoed from the tall height their room sat at.

She gazed upon the fireworks, Enraptured within the colourful dance as she took another swig of her sake. A bottle she snaked from the bar below, Her hands trained to steal took it with relative ease and replaced it with the coins it cost.

It wasn't something meant for someone of her age. Her younger frame and the baby fat only just burned off from her face showed her mid-teenage years, Only around fifteen to be precise.

The night was chilling, Making her tug the dragon-patterned haori over her shoulders just a little more. The wind ran through her, The height she was at made it blow just a bit more intense as the mouth of the bottle pressed against her lips.

As the next round of sake pooled on her tongue, [F/N] could hear the soft patter of footsteps approach from behind her.

"Heyy~! What'cha doin up so early?" Mitsuri teased, Her bodyweight pressing up against the balcony railing to match [F/N]'s own pose. Her cheeks full of colour and a wide smile shining brighter than her eyes played on her face.

[F/N] smirked a little as she lowered the bottle.

"Can't sleep.. Not with this noise anyways." [F/N] responded as she gestured to the lively crowds below them in the streets, The stalls packed and laughing echoed from the tall buildings.

"Still, We're gonna head out soon and you haven't gotten any rest.. This isn't the first time you've done this y'know!" Mitsuri teased as she slowly swayed back and forth with a hum.

[F/N] shrugged as her eyes met Mitsuri's form. Her unbrushed hair let loose out of her usual braids and the baggy uniform she wore was lazily put on, Obviously haven just woken up from her nap during the day.

Even so she seemed as lively as she always did. Something that made [F/N]'s smile soften, Seeming much more genuine than it did before.

"Okay, Mom." [F/N] teased lightly as she turned back to take another swig "If I get a chance I'll rest for a little bit, Okay?"

Mitsuri's eyes landed on the glass bottle, Watching the bitter liquid slosh around inside the container as another rush of it entered her mouth. Mitsuri couldn't help the slight frown appear on her face.

"You know you shouldn't be drinking that stuff, Mama says it's really bad for kids like us. Even then I can't believe you like the taste, The stuff's yucky!" Mitsuri stuck her tongue out in a display of playful disgust.

[F/N] giggled a little bit as she swallowed, Covering her mouth to make sure it didn't bring up any residue.

"Tsuri', We watched your mother pick a fight barehanded with a wild racoon for rummaging in your trash." [F/N] chuckled as she shook her head. "I think I know what's good for me, Mkay?"

"If you say so!" Mitsuri huffed yet the smile tugging at her lips couldn't be extinguished.

[F/N] turned her eyes back to the display of fireworks exploding further ahead into the city, Bursts of burning sparks igniting into the most beautiful colours to reflect in their eyes. The glassy look of her sclera mimicking it greatly.

[F/N] smirked.

"..Besides, It's not the taste I like." She admitted as her eyes trailed down to the bottle held like a gun in her hands. Tightly gripped with care as she examined the clear yet pungent smelling booze mixing with the fading gunpowder.

"Then what do you like about it?" Mitsuri asked as she pursed her lips and looked at [F/N] in confusion.

"It's the affect it gives me, It makes me feel warm inside. That's what I like about it." [F/N] smiled half-heartedly as she rested her free palm on her chest. The spoken effect already starting to take affect as she felt the light blur in her mind.

"Seriously? You always wake up grumpy afterwards though, Can't make you feel that good." Mitsuri rebutted, Her lip quirked to the side in confusion.

"Not if I drink more." [F/N] shrugged as she took another drink, Eyes still trapped upon the fireworks and the city set alight in celebration. She didn't even seem to take in Mitsuri's words but instead took in more of the bitter liquor into her system.

Mitsuri looked like she wanted to say more, To open her mouth and object but she resisted in turn.

Instead she just turned her head back to the show above them, Wind brushing through her hair and leaving only the faintest of chills in it's wake.

"Anything else you been thinking about? You seem out of it, Kinda.. Distant?" Mitsuri asked. Recalling the past few days they had been travelling, Noticing the way [F/N] always seemed to be in thought when they spoke.

"Well.. A few things honestly, Nothing much really just kinda complicated thoughts" She sighed half-heartedly though her eyes narrowed in on nothing in particular, Nothing in sight but a picture vivid in her head.

"You can tell me if you want to, There's nothing I won't understand. You know that right?" Mitsuri reassured softly. A comforting tone both tended to use with one and other, All since the day they first met.

[F/N] shrugged once more yet this time she bit her lip.

"Really?" She prompted as she stared into the honest green of her best friend's eyes. The way the fireworks bursting hues reflected off them as they exploded in the air only shown truth.

"Really." Mitsuri hummed with a gentle smile with [F/N] returning it in kind. [F/N] inhaled, Taking in a deep breath before she spoke.

"…I'm just not that motivated lately. I've been thinking about my purpose to be honest with you.. Life stuff. It just kinda feels like I'm having a mid-life crisis when I'm only fifteen and that just feels really stupid to me.." [F/N] admitted as she played with the bottle.

Between the two girls it was [F/N] who had always been the mature one. Ever since they met it had been like that. She often abstained from activities other kids liked to enjoy such as playing with Temari Balls or wrestling in the mud.

Instead she often stood back and watched. Most times with either a book or a pen and paper, Mostly favouring her time being spent on wondering how much money she needed to earn for dinner that night or how long she could go without eating at all.

[F/N] never really was much of a kid. More of an adult in a kid's body, Carried herself as such too. Even back then she never cracked a smile or laughed at all, Instead speaking with a polite yet monotonous tone.

Mitsuri hummed, Tasting [F/N]'s words on her tongue.

"Well you came along with me to become a slayer for a reason, Right? We're doing this because we wanna help people and protect the ones we care about!" Mitsuri proclaimed as she lightly swayed back and forth.

"..Well.. And maaaybe help me find a husband too but.." Mitsuri added on quickly, Her blush burning bright as she fanned her cheeks.

[F/N] didn't speak, Instead choosing to look down at the bottle. She examined the light reflecting off the polished and sharply cut glass as her eyes narrowed at it.

"..You've been doing that a lot as well. You keep looking at your drinks and food like you personally despise them, It's weird. I'm maybe starting to think this is a deeper issue?" Mitsuri prodded.

As soon as she mentioned the way [F/N] was looking at her liquor her gaze instantly softened and glanced away from it, Away in the other direction as she pouted slightly.

"It's nothing. I'm fine, Really. I don't know why I told you, I shouldn't of said anything.." [F/N] trailed off, Shaking her head in dismissal.

The burn in her chest seemed like it just wasn't from the liquor anymore. It was desire, One she couldn't act on. How dearly she wanted to tell her the truth, Let it all out to her but there were no words to say.

There were, But there wasn't at the same time. How can you just say all of that to someone? How could you say it without writing it down on paper to log everything, Saying it is so difficult. There was no way she could say anything aloud.

Besides, [F/N] didn't want to worry Mitsuri. She was her best friend and bringing her own sorrow onto her was the last thing [F/N] wanted to do. Mitsuri was a happy person and [F/N] wanted to keep it that way.

She agreed with this once she turned back to meet Mitsuri's concerned face, As such she decided to act quickly.

Reaching into the small satchel hanging loose from her shoulders she fished out something covered in cloth. The navy felt wrapped around it dropped from the her grasp as she pulled it out.

"Besides.. I've got other things to worry about right now." [F/N] said as she held the Kitsune mask in both of her hands. The dark sapphire eyes staring right into the irises of it's owner with a soulless glare.

Mitsuri's eyes widened in interest as she nudged closer on the balcony towards [F/N]. Eyes locked onto the festival mask held so tightly in [F/N]'s palms.

"Woah, No way! Isn't that the spooky-cursed-thingy you got a while back?" Mitsuri gasped as she leaned over to examine the structure of it herself. Chartreuse eyes gleaming with a spark of interest as she recognised it.

"Mhm.. Took the sword with me so I felt it was only right I'd take the mask too.." [F/N] replied as she stared into the porcelain.

"Ah, Okay! You ever gonna try it out or use it? It might be a good time to use it cause of the festival and all- Oh my gosh that reminds me! Did you see all the snack vendors and festival games? I'm dying to try them all!" Mitsuri squealed as she rapidly fanned her overheating cheeks.

Her short attention span distracted her from the previous topic, Good, It was something [F/N] predicted and something that was for the best. [F/N] smiled and shook her head as she put the mask back into the satchel.

As for it, [F/N] was conflicted on whether to use it or not. The way it made her feel or the way it made her look just didn't seem like her at all, It made her different, Someone she wasn't yet even then [F/N] kind of preferred it that way.

For the short time she used it before she felt more carefree. Less people asked questions about her and less worried, It was good. [F/N] liked that.

"We can't waste time with the activities there, Mitsuri. We're here to slay a demon, Not relax or play games." [F/N] argued softly as she placed a hand on Mitsuri's shoulder, Who was currently.

"Oh come onnnnn, [F/N]. Live life a little! They have goldfish scooping and are doing one of those shinto-play thingy's that you like so much! Can't we have just a tiny little detour?" Mitsuri pouted as she quickly pulled out a brochure from her taffy-coloured haori and shoved into [F/N]'s free hand.

[F/N] chuckled but still stood adamantly as she looked down at the brochure.

"I told you! We can't waste time with meaningless activities!" [F/N] laughed as she rubbed Mitsuri's shoulder to try and calm her down, Which was useless because Mitsuri was practically shaking in excitement.

"Come onnn! Not even just a single goldfish?" Mitsuri pouted, Tilting her head towards [F/N].

"Nope." [F/N] replied.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleaaaaseee?"

"Noooooo…"

"Please with extra cherries?"

"I hate cherries."

"Liar! You love cherries."

"I love the smell, Not the taste."

"I don't think I can be friends with you after learning that information but pleaaasee?"

"Nada."

"Plea-"

"If you two keep arguing like this I fear that we may never slay that demon in time!" The voice of Shinobu cut through the two's bickering.

[F/N]'s shoulders raised as she snapped her body round to meet the other girl, Who was to the other side of her and leaning against the balcony.

"Ah! Sorry Shinobu-chan! But you agree that you would also like to see the festival too right?" Mitsuri butted in, Leaning over the side of the balcony to meet Shinobu's constant grin and teasing façade.

Shinobu hummed, Bringing a hand up to her chin.

"Well I do think that we should slay the demon. But I suppose it wouldn't hurt if we did spend a little time enjoying ourselves. These things only come around once a year so if we slay the demon quickly we might have time to see the parade." Shinobu concluded with a smile as she turned around to meet Mitsuri.

"Oh not you too, Shinobu-san.." [F/N] dramatically groaned. Shoulders deflating as she realised she was outnumbered by her comrades.

"Yay! Come on then! Let's go slay the demon so I can catch goldfish. Let's go, Let's go, Let's go!" Mitsuri cheered as her hands lunged for both [F/N] and Shinobu's palms. Taken off guard they were both lugged along by Mitsuri's inhuman strength.

"Agh!" [F/N] exclaimed, Taken by surprise as she was swiftly dragged along out of the inn's room.

"Oh good! Let's get moving, Girls!" Shinobu however kept smiling as she complied with Mitsuri's hyperactivity, Giggling along with Mitsuri as they ran out. The cold night's air barely bothering the two.

[F/N] wiped the sweat off her brow and sighed. Keeping up with the two's more upbeat behaviour has always been a job of it's own.

Though as the saying goes that if you choose a job that you like, You'll never have to work a day in your life which [F/N] could attest to.

She only smiled a little as they ran towards their next mission. Hand being tugged along by Mitsuri as she thought on her own. Even though the two had enough energy for a hundred people, [F/N] could still feel the phantom taste of the bitter sake on her tongue wear her down.

Though she could admit she was having fun she also had to say that it was dampened by her own feelings. The feelings she had been fighting against for a while now and ones that seemed to get even more pungent everyday.

But it didn't matter. She had a job to do, Work is to be done so she shut out her feelings once more and smiled instead.

It seemed like it was better that way, Anyways.

☆♡☆

"Well.. I certainly see what you meant by hopeless"

[F/N]'s voice echoed far, Her own realising tone reflecting back at her in a yell. Her eyes were wide as she stared over the cavern, Hands on her hips as her jaw was lain slack at the sight.

It was huge, So much so that she couldn't see the bottom. Stairs and doors getting smaller and smaller as it went down, All until it was only a speck in this accursed dimensions horizon. The fact that it had a horizon like the normal world was terrifying.

There was a strong wind rushing through the cavern, It was fresh too, Not like the indoor air but organic and powerful.

[F/N] stood at the edge of a dock. The end of it was destroyed or rather fell off down into the cavern below.

It was like tectonic plates moving away from each other. One of them was the sea of nothingness with docks spread everywhere, The other was a a labyrinth of doors, walls, staircases and millions of other structures. The two only separated by a wide split, One which was further than valleys or fields she'd ever seen before.

They were like files kept in a drawer. Different files archived on top of each other, Different worlds sat side by side. Herself standing on only one of what seemed to be millions.

It was so surreal, [F/N] was basically a speck of dust compared to the Infinity castle. She had to steady herself on the dock to make sure she didn't fall off into the infinite expansion of a pit below.

"You understand that you won't be able to escape from here? If you tried to jump down it would take hours for you to fall only to be killed. And there's no way you could climb upwards because there isn't any point for you to scale on." Akaza said, His voice echoing and repeating back to her tenfold.

[F/N]'s eyes however weren't resting on the demon stood beside her, Instead they were sat on the abyss of architecture below as she contemplated her next move. Her eyes wandered along the wide wooden border keeping the ocean in at her world, Her brows furrowed.

"How was I not able to come across this earlier? You know, When I ran for the first time. It just looped back around." [F/N] commented absentmindedly as she locked down on the rimmed gate keeping the entire pocket of abyss she was in.

Akaza shrugged.

"This is the only route that hasn't been changed by the biwa demon throughout my time coming here. Figured that this must have some kind of anchoring effect or something.." Akaza replied but he sounded just as confused as she did.

[F/N] sighed as she ignored the implications of his significant memory, Already accepting it through all the other craziness.

"Alright.. So I also need to memorize the escape route. There's another thing to add to my list." She groaned in slight irritation as she took a mental note of the chore.

"You have a list?" Akaza questioned, Looking over at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Erm.. Yeah. Got an issue with that?" [F/N] hissed lowly as she looked back at him with an equally-as-venomous glare.

"No. You do whatever, I don't give a shit" Akaza spat back and shook his head as he turned around to look down the cavern again.

[F/N] did the same as she stared down into the new void. She could almost hear the cogs in her head clash and clank against each other as they got to work. Hopeless, Akaza said. The cogs seemed to ignite the lightbulb that hung over her head.

"Hmm.." [F/N] hummed as she surveyed the unnaturally polished wood. The wind repeatedly hit at her face, The skirt of her kimono whipping back and forth as she nudged closer to the edge.

"Hey! What are you doing, You have a death wish or something?" Akaza scolded, His hand grappling onto her shoulder with his nails digging in. Yet the pain never bothered her as she turned back to look at him.

"So.. You said earlier that there was an exit door somewhere down in that hellhole, Right?" [F/N] questioned as she started to tug at her kimono, The front of it easily coming undone as she shook Akaza's hand off.

"Yeah, There is but you won't be able to get to it." Akaza rebutted as he watched her take off the emerald sunset of fabric, The garment too big and loose for what she was about to do and leaving her in only a snow white Susuyoke and Hadajuban. "What the hell are you undressing for?! Try have some decency!"

"Lost that years ago. Now you mentioned that the biwa demon character moves the castle around to her will, Correct? If that's true then how often does she change it around here?" [F/N] asked once more, Near shouting over the power of the wind as she did.

"She only started changing the shrine section assumedly once you showed up but the docks don't change. We're near the outskirts of the castle and away from the centre, Doesn't change anything near here but why? What are you planning to do?!" Akaza argued as he watched her stretch out a hand and present it to him.

"I'm gonna see what's below, For that I need you to hold onto me while I hang from the side of the ledge." [F/N] explained, Nudging her hand further towards him as she stared him dead in the eyes.

Akaza's jaw dropped open, It was the last thing he had expected to hear from the rather weak looking girl as he gawked at the mere idea she proposed. He double-taked before taking a heavy step towards her, Making the dock below it creak rather aggressively.

"No. Are you fucking crazy?! What the hell makes you think that'll get you anywhere?!" Akaza near yelled at her as he got up in her face again. His sharpish teeth were bared and near breathing saliva at just the thought.

[F/N]'s nose scrunched up and her lip turned into a near snarl.

"I don't see why you're so angry, Akaza. I just want to see what's under here and I want you to help me do it." [F/N] argued lowly as she levelled down to meet his kanji-adorned eyes, Her own shining with the exact same fire to match his perfectly.

"Why I'm angry? Forget that, Why the hell do you trust me so much to keep you steady from the ledge? What if I drop you?!" Akaza argued back, A clawed finger pointing into [F/N]'s chest to emphasise his point.

"I don't trust you, I trust that you want to kill Kokushibo.. Well, That and your demon strength that can hold my weight, That is." [F/N] replied as she carelessly tossed her shamrock coloured kimono behind her down the dock.

Akaza moved back a few steps, Looking at her like she was insane but at this point that wasn't much of a stretch. He looked her up and down and once he realised she had no doubts about putting herself into a potentially fatal situation, He snapped his jaw shut and stared at her with wide eyes.

[F/N] on the other hand pushed it further towards Akaza, Urging him to take it.

"Come on, As I told you Akaza, I'm a Hashira. And as much as that title doesn't fit me I can say with certainty that I'll be able to scale this stupid ledge, So take my hand and lets do this." [F/N] pressed on.

Akaza looked back up at her expression, Of which was as cold as steel and as firm as such too. She looked at him with such chilling determination that it near ran a shiver down his spine, A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Fine, But we need to be quick. Upper six might figure out we've left and could alert Upper one." Akaza spat as he wrapped his taloned fingers around [F/N]'s palm and nodded. [F/N] in turn smirked slightly.

"I'll be as quick as I can be." [F/N] agreed as she lowered down onto her knees, Akaza's hand still squeezing her palm as she got down onto her backside.

[F/N]'s legs dangled off the edge of the rickety dock. She stared down towards the endless abyss of Japanese architecture below and took a deep breath in to steel her nerves, Her empty hand gripping onto the end of the dock while the other gripped tightly onto Akaza's.

"Ready?" Akaza prompted. [F/N] responded with a sharp inhale and a hum of confirmation. Closing her eyes she took in one large breath.

And then she dropped.

[F/N] fell from the ledge, Gravity pulling her body towards the ground as her weight started to accelerate. The wind rushed through her hair and her undergarments, Her eyes clasped shut in anticipation.

THUMP!

[F/N]'s body slammed against the side of the ledge, Making her yelp out in surprise. Her acceleration was cancelled out by the firm grip of Akaza who was draped over the side, Making it so she could be further down.

"Good gods-..!" [F/N] exclaimed in pain as her body hit against the ledge. Her skin firing up in pain as her body swung side to side slowly, Only kept elevated by the claws digging into her hand.

"I thought you said you were ready?" Akaza called out from above her, Though [F/N] could hear the mockery dripping from his tone like the water leaking over the ledge. It made her huff in annoyance.

"Shut it!" [F/N] yelled back as she gripped a hand onto the carved side of the edge, Trying to steady her swaying movements and her rapidly pounding heart. Her breath turned to vapour in the rushing chill of the winds.

[F/N] dared to look down from her position and saw the infinite abyss much closer than it was before, [F/N] watched her legs hang above it. It was almost like the entire castle was trying to reach out to her, Aching, Desperately trying to pull her down and make her fall.

Fall. If she did then that was it for her, If Akaza's grip slipped from her hold then she would be nothing but smashed organs and flesh. Destroyed bits of membrane smeared across some demon's flooring.

[F/N] could tell that the saying was true, Stare into the abyss and it will stare back. It felt almost alive as she glared.

"Hey? Aren't you going to get to work? I told you to hurry up!" Akaza scolded as he saw her phased out expression as she gazed into the castle interior below, But he raised a brow at her sudden disassociation.

[F/N] quirked a lip, Her free hand sweeping the hair hitting her face away from her vision. She could barely hear Akaza over the turbulence, Both of the aggressive atmosphere and the thoughts coming back to her head.

Drop. It would be so easy, So why was she hesitating? Why was her body still holding onto Akaza for dear life? It seemed like that's how it's been lately, Her body and her mind had different ideas for their future. Conflicting each other, Going to war.

Her body ached for survival, Some kind of primal instinct embedded into every single living thing on the planet and one her mind wanted to erase entirely. Her mind ached for release, Wanting an end to the tunnel.

The grip on Akaza's hand started to.. Slip. At first it was just a twitch of her palm, But then it was the lift of a single finger. Then another, Then another.. Then just one more until she'd start to fall-

"Gods! You are weak! I can't believe your a damned Hashira!" Akaza yelled out and his free hand shot out and grappled onto her wrist, Stopping her descent entirely. His teeth were bared and his forehead had a vein popping out.

[F/N] blinked once, A sudden dim light reappearing back in her eyes. She looked around once, Realising where she was and what she was doing before the tight grip on Akaza's hand returned once more.

"Shit.. My bad, I don't know what came over me there!" [F/N] called out as she bit her lip in confusion. [F/N] looked up towards Akaza and nodded once towards him. He wouldn't let her fall, Not when she was considered valuable to him.

"Lower me!" She yelled.

Akaza looked back at her, Examining the expression that seemed more reeled into the situation before nodding back. He moved a little further over the side, Legs kept firmly locked into a nook in the dock as [F/N] lowered down a little more.

She snapped her head round dead centre. The ledge she was hanging over was gigantic, Extremely, It was both taller and wider than her herself. But as Akaza lowered her further and further, Her sandals near slipping off her feet she could now see the underside of it.

Her eyes widened as she saw the vast beneath of the slice of hell she lived on. Her eyes scattered around and the dim light started to burn with idea's, The cogs in her head kicking up once more.

The way the underside was designed was like a table, It seemed larger than it was on the outside but when she looked underneath it dipped.

Below it had quite intricately designed structure beams going across the entire way, Thee way the architecture was ingrained into the beams made them tightly pact with hooks and curves carved in.

[F/N]'s eyes squinted, Trying to see further ahead. It was around the staggering length of a football field, At the end of it there was several pillars and clusters of misplaced walls and structures. They were all clumped together, Making it almost a staircase for her to use.

It was beautifully made, But also an opportunity. [F/N]'s eyes ran across the carvings and infrastructure as a sly smirk started to shape her face. The cogs finally clicked, The lightbulb brightened.

"What are you seeing?" Akaza called out from above as she surveyed the scene, Near seeing the mechanics work in her head as he watched her face light up.

"Opportunity, And I've seen enough. Pull me back up!" [F/N] yelled back, Glancing at him once with that working gaze before he nodded.

Locking his legs further onto the dock he started to haul her up with relative ease. Her body weight was nothing but a feather for his demonic strength as she ascended, Higher and higher until her upper chest was draped over the ledge.

Akaza grabbed her by the shoulders, Hoisting her full body over and up onto the dock once more. She groaned in effort as she rolled over onto her back, Staring up to the dark sky above them as she rendered the shrine section.

"Thanks.." [F/N] breathed heavily, Out of breath from both the high stress situation and the effort she had to put in to pull herself up. She lain there on the old and freezing dock, Listening to the sound of the waves as she tried to calm down.

Akaza on the other hand leaned over her, Looking at her like a rather irritating rodent who washed up on the shore. He clicked his tongue once as his annoyed visage bore into hers.

"The hell was up with that earlier? You almost died and all of this trouble I've gone through could've been for nothing!" Akaza hissed as he watched her haul herself up into a sitting position.

"I told you. Dunno what came over me, Alright?" [F/N] said absentmindedly "Anyways, Contrary to what you said earlier it is certainly not hopeless." She added on.

Akaza raised a brow. From what he had learned throughout his years of coming here there wasn't any visible way down from here. The outskirts haven't changed in decades, Could he have missed something?

[F/N] got up from the ground. Pushing herself up with a single hand and a groan as she raised to meet him eye to eye.

"Anyways I know what I need to do now, Well both me and you really. I actually need you to get some stuff for me." [F/N] said as she dusted off the dock's soot from her snowy underclothing.

Akaza groaned.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"A few things.. Maybe.. Uh.. Oh right. As much rope as you can get me, The strong kind. A surplus of nails and erm.. Could use a few tools too, A hammer might be nice.. Just anything you can get me" [F/N] explained as she counted the items on her fingers.

Akaza's jaw dropped, Realising the implications as his head shook in slight disbelief.

"You want to scale the fucking infinity castle, Don't you?"

"Yep."

Akaza raised a hand and pinched his temples, Almost sensing the oncoming headache this one human being was giving him. The sheer audacity to think that she could somehow maneuver her way down into the outskirts of the castle.

If she died then the stress he went through with this deal would be to waste. If she did die, Kaigaku might link him to her death when explaining it to Kokushibo. If that happened it meant he would go down with her.

But as his dandelion hued irises met back up with hers he could see the confidence burning in her retinas. It was a look he somehow recognised, That old connection clicking in the back of his mind, One from his human life.

He shook it off however. He had no time for that kind of useless reminiscence.

"What makes you think you'll be able to do something like that?" Akaza asked rather harshly as he signalled his hand towards the void below, Reminding her of her position.

[F/N] shrugged.

"Cause I'm a Hashira?" She said as if it was obvious, Using her title once more as a trump card of sorts to get her way.

Akaza looked back at her, Remembering her so called title. The fact that she was a Hashira still didn't register to him, Her weak frame and out-of-practice muscles telling him otherwise. He huffed.

"Last time I checked, Hashira couldn't about a hundred metres with only rope and nails to do so. I'm not letting you die until we finish this deal" Akaza repeated back to her like it was obvious.

[F/N] in turn clenched her fists. She knew Akaza wouldn't let her do this, Her only escape route. He wouldn't let her do this, Not without a good enough reason. It made the spark inside her light up again, The one from when Kokushibo gave her the hairpin.

It was that angry spark, The one she had been feeling more and more lately and the one she tried to dwindle into annoyance.

"Look.. I grew up in a place where scaling things was part of the description. Things like climbing or moving around dangerous area's is basically nothing. This is nothing." She exasperated, Gesturing to the void below and trying to keep her voice to a minimum to convince him.

Akaza gawked at her, Not understanding a thing.

"Like where. Where the hell would you need to grow up to scale an infinite void?" He argued back, The idea completely insane to him as he did.

"Nowhere good, Okay? Somewhere if you don't learn how to move quickly and efficiently you don't survive, And I did, So I think I'm more than qualified to climb my way out of here. Not unless you have any better ideas?" [F/N] said, Her voice mocking and sarcastic from both the irritation and reminder of her childhood.

Akaza lowered his brow, Thinking over her words. Though he didn't need to think for long because the spark inside her showed in her eyes, It made his agape mouth shut tight. The human part of his resonating once more, That part of him seemingly recognising the look.

How that was possible he didn't know. He didn't want to know what that implied but knew very well what it meant, Something inside him told him so. Something that trusted her skills well.

"..Fine, You better know what you're doing.." He spat lowly, A warning. [F/N] could tell as Akaza stepped away from her going a few feet down the dock.

"But the items you wanted will be difficult to smuggle in. The biwa demon knows everything that comes in and comes out. If I try bring in a bunch of nails and rope she'll certainly suspect something, So I'm going to need to do it in parts at a time." Akaza continued.

"Seriously? I suppose it's fair, It'll take time for me to construct it so while you gather the item's, I'll just work on it then I guess." [F/N] groaned.

"Good. Then afterwards I'll be out of this damned deal." Akaza commented, Obviously as annoyed as her.

[F/N] nodded.

"Same. I won't need to be here to deal with this place or the demons that inhabit it.. I'm just glad the only somewhat decent one can get me outta here." She sighed as she grabbed the side of her head, Feeling a sudden, Strange migraine coming on.

Akaza turned back to look at her, Raising a brow.

"Decent? What do you mean by that?" Akaza questioned.

[F/N] hummed slightly, Her lips pouting slightly in thought as she mulled her words over. Once she finished though she shrugged lazily.

"Well, As much as a bastard you are. You're also the only one who has some form of morals since you don't kill women, That and you did change my bandages that one time" She explained.

Akaza groaned, Obviously not happy that it was brought up again.

"I thought I said I didn't want you to talk about that." Akaza huffed, The vein in his head pulsating once more at the remembrance.

"Well I didn't want to be injured in the first place but here we are." [F/N] retorted, The hand gripping the side of her head throbbing once more. Her grip tightened and her teeth grinded slightly in futile attempt to relieve it.

"Oh, like that's my fault for injuring some pathetic human being. How about next time you d-" Akaza's rebuttal was quickly silenced by a hand over the mouth. A movement quicker than a lightning bolt made by [F/N], Her eyes wide and stretched open to their limits as she pressed a single finger against her lips.

Akaza's eyes opened in tandem with her own, Sensing the situation and a faint.. power. As he looked back towards [F/N] he could recognise the contorted expression on her face.

It was fear.

They stood in silence. The sudden sound of the running winds and the waves sloshing against each other below seemed so much louder now, Their breaths stilled and their eyes were locked together.

[F/N]'s ear twitched as the wind brushed against each of their skins. Though her eyes stared into his she wasn't focused on him, Instead she looked like she was trying to listen in on something.

Her still lungs took in a sharp intake of air. Her entire frame shot up like a terrified cat and the hand on his mouth quickly retracted, Falling to her side and stiffening like a wooden board.

"Kokushibo.. He's here"

Akaza stumbled back. [F/N]'s words echoed into the vastness and hit him like a ton of bricks, The broken glass of his eyes looked back and forth as his shoulders raised in defence.

"Upper six must of informed him I'm gone, He might've told of you- I don't know- But you need to leave. Now!" [F/N] exclaimed. She wasted no time in running over the crumpled kimono lying on the deck.

"Shit- Does he know I'm here?" Akaza exclaimed as he desperately searched around for any sign of the other demon. [F/N] started throwing the fabric over her shoulder, Too engrossed in dressing to look at him.

"I- I don't know." She responded quickly as she put her arms into the sleeves. The sudden headache, She had sensed his prescense returning to the shrine. His soul aura, A rotten and vile tasting soul, One that [F/N] could sense from miles away.

And she could sense that it was angry.

"I've got to leave, Immediately. But for what it's worth, Akaza." [F/N] said, Finishing tying her obi and looking back at him once. Their eyes connecting once more within the cold seas that surrounded them.

[F/N] smiled slowly. It wasn't genuine, But the meaning behind it spoke more than she said.

"I really do appreciate what you did for me, As much as a bastard you are you're not a bad person. It's not much but thanks for helping this pathetic human being anyways" She nodded once before turning away, Running down the rickety dock back the way they came from without another word. Left with only the shocked visage of the demon behind her.

Akaza watched her run away, His body unmoving. He saw [F/N] get smaller and smaller as she navigated the maze of docks, Jumping and leaping away until she was a speck on the shadowed horizon, Leaving him completely alone.

Akaza blinked once, Only as she entirely disappeared did he snap out of his stupor. He muttered angrily under his breath for her delusion and wasting time before bending his knee, Pushing himself forward off the dock.

He leaped into the yearning abyss, [F/N]'s words being nothing but an aftertaste as he fell.

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[F/N]'s feet hit against the dock like storming raindrops on a tiled roof. She watched them carefully to make sure her sandals didn't get caught in the wide gaps or splintered off pieces of timber.

Her lungs laboured. The further she ran and the more she jumped between routes the more she could sense his aura, The putrid decay of his soul writhing around in her skin.

[F/N] had always been able to sense it somewhat. Though before it was fainter than others, Now the stench was overwhelming her. The rot of it reeking of death, And most importantly anger.

Sweat dripped down her brow. [F/N] begged to Inari that he had no idea of what happened with her and Akaza. If he found out and killed him then she was basically done for. She swallowed, Begging just a little more to her patron.

The way they had gotten out of the shrine in the first place was with care. Akaza snuck her out through the front and made sure that Kaigaku wasn't there to see them and follow on, Afterwards he had quickly shown the pathway out.

She knew that this might happen, Akaza had informed her of their link on the way to the edge. [F/N] knew that once Kaigaku knew they had left he would inform Kokushibo of the situation.

Though she wished she had more time. More time to figure out what she was going to do with her business partner.

Akaza himself. [F/N] didn't like him, She didn't like the way he reminded her of the boys from her youth or the fact that he slaughtered Rengoku. But as anyone else she saw the silver lining within the rusted metal, He had principles and stood strong.

She appreciated that. There was some semblance of good in him, There was with everyone and he was no exception. The morals he did have must of carried on from his human life but how he became a demon in the first place baffled her.

But it didn't matter, They weren't suppose to get personal.

It was business only.

[F/N] saw the shrine get larger in the distance. Her pace quickened along with her breath, She saw the growing tuft of leaves sticking out the middle and the dim lanterns lining the inner docks as she ran.

Though as it grew closer and closer, The more she saw the lights of the dock the more she could see the one thing she dreaded, And it was standing tall on the porch and looking down at her.

"[F/N].." Kokushibo drawled out as she stumbled onto the main deck. His face appeared emotionless but [F/N] could tell he was angry, The stench he put off evidence of that as his eyes narrowed in on her.

[F/N] bit her tongue as she came to a standstill. She looked up into his eyes yet noticed the bulging vein appearing on the side of his forehead. [F/N] gulped.

"Took you long enough to appear.. Was wondering where you were.. I was starting to think I'd need to drag you here myself.." Kokushibo commented lowly, Tilting his head as he seemed to gauge her appearance.

"..I'm sorry, Kokushibo-sama. I was busy.." [F/N] replied quickly, Trying to make sure the shakiness in her voice wasn't as noticeable as her expression.

Kokushibo's expression didn't shift in the slightest as he stared down at her, Eyes wide yet his lips pressed together in a deep frown. They stood there like that for a moment, [F/N]'s heart feeling like it was about to implode.

It was broken however by the knowing voice of her tormentor, Speaking out a single sentence.

"You tried to run again, Didn't you..?" He interrogated. He lifted a single foot and placed it down, He took a few steps down the short porch steps towards her. Slowly, He made his way down until they were only a metre or so apart.

[F/N] looked down at her feet and away from the blinding glow of his eyes. She steadied her breath no matter how shaky it was. She tried to think of an appropriate answer but the power coming off his aura made her head want to explode.

"Yeah.. I did." [F/N] answered slowly. "I want to get out of here. I don't want to be here."

Kokushibo hummed slowly, A deep reverberation coming out as a near growl within his throat. The way he looked at her sharpened, His gaze could cut through rock and pierced her deeply.

"How many times have I told you.. Being here is for your own good.. You are safe within these walls, You cannot get out.." He emphasised it in that same infantilizing tone, The way he spoke to her made the spark reappear. The one [F/N] desperately tried to hide from him in fear of retribution.

"..I'm sorry. It won't happen again." [F/N] said bluntly, Hoping to get this entire interaction over with as quick as possible and avoid the now burning eyeline of her captor.

He in turn took one more step towards her, Making their already suffocating distance too close for her taste.

"But.. From what I've been made aware of is that you've been out for a while.. Much longer than it should take for you to run the entire way.." Kokushibo pondered as he raised a finger to emphasise his point.

"What can I say? Blocky sandals, See?" [F/N] said, Pointing down to her feet. "Takes me longer to run in these, I thought you knew.." She said as she lied through her teeth.

Kokushibo nodded.

"I suppose you are correct there.. I cannot fault that.. But let me ask you this.." He agreed slowly as his eyes narrowed. [F/N]'s breath stilled as she dared to take a peak at him, Body going rigid on sight as his hand reached out to cup her cheek.

His hand tilted her face up to meet his, [F/N] struggled slightly but it was impossible within his strong hold.

"However if you were running.. Then why didn't you come from behind the shrine? You came from the front.. If you were truly trying to escape then you would've looped around to the back.." Kokushibo whispered, Irises digging into her like the fury of a thousand spears.

Her eyes widened.

[F/N] opened her mouth as she tried to speak, To respond to him with some rational explanation but her tongue felt like it was weighed down by rocks. She felt her stomach turn and twist into knots.

He knew something was up. He knew. Think of something, Say something, [F/N]. You need to explain this somehow, He can't know about you and Akaza or how you're planning to escape. Come on, Think.. THINK!

"I.." She stammered. The voice in her mind screamed and hollered at her to say something, Anything at all to try and explain this. [F/N]'s hands felt more and more clammier each and every second that passed, Her mind came up with blanks.

Kokushibo leaned down further towards her, Eyes like headlights in the fog as he scrutinized every tiny speck of her. Down to the very last atom she was bonded to was made aware of.

"You've found the escape route.. Haven't you?" He mumbled.

"I don't know how you've been able to find it.. Maybe on chance or perhaps you were informed.." The claws that were tracing her cheeks before started to dig in a little more, It took everything [F/N] had not to make a whine or whimper of pain.

Kokushibo's eyes shone brighter.

"But of course.. I made sure to ensure you were completely alone in this place.. So that wouldn't be the case, Correct?" He asked lowly and calmly but the radiation of his soul was akin to a maggot infested corpse, [F/N] knew what he was truly feeling.

Her mouth felt like a desert, The sand of it weighing down her tongue until she couldn't speak anymore. Even if she could she didn't know what to say. How would she get out of this? Would she need to throw Akaza under the bus?

She didn't want to and hell would it impede her escape if not end it but.. If she couldn't think of anything soon then that might be the case. The way Kokushibo was looking at her made her want to shrivel away into a corner more than she already did and she was absolutely horrified.

[F/N] swallowed back her fear as she spoke, Mind blank as her voice guided her along.

"I.. I.. I was informed." [F/N] said slowly as she looked into his eyes. He blinked, Almost surprised.

"..Hm? Really now..?" Kokushibo drawled, Prompting her to go on and see how she would explain her fault.

[F/N] gulped.

"Yes. I was told.." She confirmed, Not just to him but herself as well as she spoke. [F/N] had no idea what she was going to say even now as she started to ramble off.

His eyes narrowed in on her.

"Tell me now and perhaps I might forgive you for your little attempt, Just this once.." Kokushibo promised though it sounded more like a threat as his claws dug in just a little more, Urging her on.

[F/N] tried not to wince at the painful sensation. She looked deep into the eyes of which seemed to be vast golden oceans, Cold steel looking back at her as she took in a deep breath. A bead of sweat forming on her forehead. Was she really willing to sacrifice another for her own survival?

[F/N] found out as she spoke.

"..It was upper six."

Kokushibo's narrowed eyelids went agape along with the tightening of his lips. The bead of sweat dropped from her brow and onto the deck below as the oxygen in her lungs slowly departed.

He seemed to be thinking over her words. His own Tsuguko, The one he had so generously appointed to watch over his beloved little sister tried to help her escape from his grasp? [F/N] could only wonder what was going on inside his head.

"Upper six directed me where to go. He approached me a while back and told me you sent him to watch me, He said he didn't want me here because he didn't like observing me all the time." [F/N] said slowly, Making sure it sounded right.

[F/N]'s skittish expression formed back into a normal cold faced expression, Well, It was as stable as a toothpick tower but it was something. She still wasn't out of the woods yet, Whether he would believe her or not was up to a coin toss of fate.

Whether he believed her or not meant life or death.

"Upper six.. You are saying that he has been assisting you this entire time?" Kokushibo repeated, His eyes scanning over her body with a hawk-eye that could rival the bird itself.

"Yes.. He did. I'm sorry for listening to him.. Kokushibo-sama." [F/N] said as she felt the pounding of her heart against her ribcage, Drumming and beating almost as if it would expose her words for what they really were.

Kokushibo hummed slightly as the grip on her cheek got excruciatingly painful.

"…And.. You're telling the truth, You understand what will happen if I find out you are lying.. Right? It would end rather.. Horrendously" He asked again.

The threat was a burning inferno kept behind the closed door of his stoic tone, One where she could feel the heat licking at her skin and ready to engulf her at any given moment. It was burning, Absolutely scorching.

"Yes.. I understand and that's why I would never lie to you. I don't want to deal with the consequences." [F/N] said, Bowing her head down to meet her feet, Eyes fixed on her sandals not wanting to see his reaction and hide hers.

She didn't breathe. She waited on baited breath for what felt like hours, Days even. The cold air felt like the antarctic wind against her skin and ran a bone-chilling shiver down her spine. But [F/N] kept a poker face, Despite all odds her face made no move or twitch.

Kokushibo sighed before speaking.

"I'm glad you we're able to be honest with me, Little one.. I will deal with this soon.." Kokushibo said finally, Letting go of her cheek and taking a step back from her to let her breathe. [F/N] in turn quietly let go of a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She bowed once.

"Thank you.. Kokushibo-sama." [F/N] said, Her shoulders relaxing as she did. She felt as if she dodged the bullet of the century, Out of the woods and home free. Metaphorically of course, He wasn't that gracious.

"You won't try running back to the ledge.. Will you? You understand how fruitless an endeavour would be to try and escape from there.." He asked once more, His gaze still soft yet sharpened by an inch as he asked.

It didn't go unnoticed. [F/N] knew it well and took no time in nodding right back in response.

"..Yes. I.. I saw it and I understand.. I.. Won't be getting out anytime soon, I know that now.." [F/N] said, Trying to seem as defeated as possible in her tone and body language. Lowering her shoulders and her head drooping downwards.

Kokushibo stood there in silence for a second, Taking in her words. "Good.." He finally spoke, Nodding once in approval though he didn't smile or make any positive gesture. His face was still contorted in a disappointed scowl though it wasn't as harsh as it was.

"You have interrupted me during my feeding and I wish to return to it.. Now run off back inside.. And for your own good I hope you stay in there." Kokushibo said as he turned back. His arm lightly brushing her's as he passed her by.

A light shiver came by at the cold, Slow feeling of his forearm dragging past her. [F/N] didn't dare to turn around as he stalked past her, Her face as motionless as a statue as she waited for her.

"Be good.. Don't try anything else, I will know if you do.."

It was the last thing he said. The last thing [F/N] heard before a turn in the wind and the sudden lightening in weight of the dock. She didn't need to look around to know he had left, Leaving only the lingering vile stench of his soul to lilt in the air.

[F/N]'s body instantly relaxed, Her shoulders slumped and her head drooping to the side in relief. Her heart was still pounding in her chest yet it started to stutter and slow until it was a simple rhythmic beat in her ribcage.

"Thank Inari.." [F/N] sighed lightly under her breath. She had survived that somehow, Whether he believed it or not was a completely different matter but for now he had bought it.

Despite the fact she lied pooling in the depths of her stomach, Even if it was necessary it still left her with a nasty aftertaste. But that didn't matter, Her relief outweighed her disgust right now.

Hopefully, With any form of luck that would take the Upper six out of the picture. Maybe Kokushibo would deem him as a failure and behead the guy. Though, Even if she hadn't met him [F/N] still felt a little bad.

Whatever. She thought to herself.

[F/N] knew that it didn't matter anymore, She had done the right thing. He was a demon and it didn't matter whether he was beheaded or not, It was probably for the best too.

Besides, This would help her escape immensely. She would be able to get around without the threat of being spied on or not, She wouldn't need to worry about who was watching her without permission.

From her list step one was completed. At least half of it anyways, She had a route out and a plan to make the exit. [F/N] huffed a little, She was lucky at least, The things she use to do in her childhood seemed to come in handy after all.

Next up, She needed to find the sword and mask. She wasn't sure whether they were being kept within the shrine or somewhere else, That was her main concern. Right now though her next course of action would be to rest.

Pushing open the heavy doors of the shrine they came ajar with a creak, Stepping inside she was greeted with the emptiness of the hallway once more. [F/N] almost expected the chatter of Kakushi and the sound of muffled laughter among the hallways.

But as usual it was silent. Nothing but the scuttling of spiders and the settling of the old structure to keep her company, [F/N] didn't know why she expected anything different as it had been like that for the past while.

It brought her back to what happened before she got here. The people she use to talk to and the people she adored and cared about. Mitsuri, Her face was the first to appear along with others in similar fashion.

[F/N] wondered if they missed her at all, How things could of changed since she left. Wondered if Mitsuri had gotten over her death yet. [F/N] hoped so, Mitsuri deserves happiness and it brought her back to the time they were so young, New slayers going on missions.

Memories came back to her. [F/N] remembered how Mitsuri blew her first pay check on cherry blossom mochi and pork cutlets, They had laughed about it all night. She remembered how they stayed up all night to look at the stars, To speak of made up stories ingrained in them all until they fell asleep.

[F/N] didn't know what would happen when she got out of here, How Mitsuri would react to her being alive. Would she cry? Would she be angry with [F/N]?

She did get Seijun to wrestle her out of the shrine.. The way her face looked so scared back then, It was the last expression [F/N] knew of Mitsuri before she was taken.

[F/N] shook it off however, In whatever way Mitsuri would think of her once she was back with the corps [F/N] just hoped it would be positive. That maybe she would get to say those words, The ones she had been wanting to say more than anything.

As she took a few quiet steps down the hall, Her movements were shaky and swaying with every little settlement of her foot. [F/N] felt the weight of the day or night fall down onto her shoulders once more, Making them slump.

It wasn't an oddity. She had been much tired than usual lately, Even being exhausted when she just woke up or just doing menial tasks. Her body feeling like a worn out paper doll, Just yearning for the embrace of her bedsheets.

If she wanted to search for the mask and the sword then she would need her energy to do it. That and she needed to wait for Akaza to return with the materials she would need to construct her exit.

So as she dragged her feet down the hallway and her mind half-asleep, [F/N] knew that it was for the best if she went to bed. If she wanted to go searching for her stuff then she needed to do it on a full nights rest.

Hauling open the shoji door to her room she stumbled inside like a new-born fawn. She barely bothered to take off the green lotus pattern of her kimono, Only tossing it to the side once she pulled it off herself.

[F/N] collapsed onto the bed, Her body melting into that of a puddle as soon as the mattress caressed her skin. Her laboured breathing starting to slow into a drift as her mind did the same, Floating off into the dark unconscious of her mind.

The last thing she wondered was what dream she would appear in again. Would it be the cold wasteland of the blizzard or the warm embrace of the midsummer sun? Would she be faced with that of her other life or that of her past.

She'd find out soon enough. Her eyes fluttered shut and the darkness spread over her vision into a shadowed sea.

It was peaceful, And she begged to Inari that it would stay that way.

Next Chapter

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

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[yandere-sins]

Gift Giving

Summary: You probably thought your Christmas would be normal this year, but before that, you were sent to prison. Navigating your days is hard enough but when your partner in crime brings you a present, your Christmas Day is about to change.

Plus a little bonus with a yet unknown partner beyond the cell door... does he bring presents of joy... or horror?

a/n: I planned to do all 4 of the already existing scenarios, but I struggled too much, so I only did two and the bonus. Hope you guys enjoy it regardless ♥

Fandom: Genshin Impact, Twisted Wonderland Pairings: Prisoner!Childe/Guard!Vil/Prisoner!Dottore x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Implied Non-Con, Collars, Whips,  Nicknames, Biting, Licking wounds), Violence (Off-screen dismemberment, Attacking other people, Crazed minds being a little too comfortable with separated body parts and each other, Blood mention)

Childe

The screeching of the cell door opening went through you like claws raking over your skin.

You groaned, knowing that whoever had entered had already seen you, so there was no need to hide. If it was some random prisoner, you were probably fucked. If it was Childe... also. The blanket on top of you slid off as you pushed yourself up on the mattress, revealing the bruises and scratches that itched and pulled your skin taut. The fresh air was but a tease on all the marks bitten into you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut tightly before opening them to see even a little bit, your vision blurry and your mouth dry like the desert. But even though you were rising from your lowest point, you got up all the same, a fighter by nature.

"Here," you heard the exact moment that the mattress next to you dented, and you groaned, realizing it was Childe but unsure if this was better or worse than the alternative. However, the sound was interrupted as he placed a cold glass to your lips, liquid almost immediately flowing into your mouth as he tilted your head back, supporting it with his other hand. The tasteless liquor could have been everything, but with how happy it made your body, it luckily was just water.

The refreshing drink cleared your senses, and though you became overly aware of all the tension and wounds Childe left on you day after day, you actually felt grateful to him for caring enough to look out for your needs. You couldn't even remember the last time you drank or ate anything, not allowed to leave his cell if he could stop you from doing so. And he could, unfortunately.

Taking over the glass from him so you could drink at your own pace, Childe's hand began to wander, down to your collarbones and up to your throat. He settled there, feeling you gulp down the water with a light grip around your throat. Though it wasn't comfortable, you were a little too used to it now, trying to ignore the hand snaking around your neck. "Someone's thirsty, huh? I thought I was giving you enough to drink, but looks like you could need some more."

"Ajax," you called him out sternly after taking the last gulp. "I'd rather you concentrate on getting us out of here than make another dick joke."

Pulling his hands from you and raising them defensively, Childe mumbled, "Okay, okay."

Occasionally, he could be dealt with, and you were glad for every sane moment he displayed. "I've actually made some progress on our plan, but before that..."

"Oh?" you mumbled, perking up at the mention of escaping this hell hole (and then him), watching him with tired eyes as he leaned down, grabbing something from under the bed that you didn't know was there before. How could you? If you weren't asleep or passed out, you still rarely had the time to leave his bed. But before he pulled up whatever it was, his head snapped back to you, a big grin spreading over his features.

With the efficient pounce of a tiger, he pushed you back into the pillow, arms wrapped around your body as he nuzzled his face into your chest. You groaned as he agitated the bite marks and bruises in the forms of his hands he had left all over you. But Childe merely giggled like a little boy, happily burying every inch of his face against your skin.

"It's my first Christmas here with someone," he confessed, sounding equally excited as he did maniacally.

"Great," you croaked, trying to wiggle out of his ribs-crushing hug.

"So I wanted to make it special. Close your eyes, please ~"

Setting his chin on your chest, Childe looked up at you expectantly while you looked down, weighing your options. Closing your eyes around a predator was not the most comforting action. But you also didn't want to risk upsetting him when he was in a good mood and apparently had leads for your escape that would benefit you.

Blinking a few times, you finally complied, closing your eyes for him and listening to his excited chuckle as he got up. "No peeking!" he warned you, his tone changing from happy to serious in seconds, and you shook your head, sighing inwardly.

"Can you at least tell me what you found out?"

"Lift your arms," he instructed, and you raised an eyebrow but did as he told you. Soft fabric wrapped around your wrists, then more of it slid further down your arms. "Someone's trying to hack the security and create chaos. We might be able to sneak out with them if they can pull it off. Bring your head up for me.... just like that. Thank you, Baby."

You would have huffed at his praise if you weren't slowly enveloped by a soft cloud. After not wearing clothes for so long—Childe found it unpractical and unnecessary when he would peel you out of them anyway. Plus, he said sleeping in the nude builds trust (because no one could hide weapons under clothes)—the warmth and softness were heavenly against your abased skin.

"What is that?" you asked, growing suspicious as his hands replaced the gentle fabric when they got to your thighs. His warm but calloused palms squeezed and kneaded your sore thighs until he slid them under and pushed your legs up. That was the moment your eyes snapped wide open, only to stare into Childe's deep blue, shimmering orbs, their darkness dripping with lust as he licked over your bare skin, reveling in your taste.

Childe helping himself to your body was nothing new. What was new, was the pullover he had put on for you, intricate colors forming patterns in ways you had never seen before. "Childe..." you mumbled, allowing him to indulge in your body as you admired the fabric.

"It's from my family," he revealed, unprompted. His lips stopped kissing trails down your legs, and he stared off into the distance with an undefinable gaze. "I haven't received even a letter since being locked up, but it seems my sister made this for me this year. And now I am giving it to you."

His eyes shifted from the wall to you. He looked... sad, but elated at the same time. But mostly, he looked like a puppy waiting to be praised again. If you learned anything about him by now, Childe loved if the praise rained down on him, yearning for the connection it created between you two. Forced dependency. An unlikely love. Disgusting, but real.

"Do you like it?" he asked, and though you hated giving him exactly what he wanted (knowing it would go to his head), you nodded, touching the dreamily soft fabric gently and brushing your fingertips over it in admiration. "I do. It's soft and warm and amazing. Thank you so much, Childe."

Childe visibly perked up at that, and you had to roll your eyes at how eager he always was to get any type of praise from you. "Can I have my gift then?" he asked, and you raised a brow in confusion.

"But I have nothing for you?"

Lips digging into your thigh, the realization set in almost immediately, making you squirm while his grip tightened on your body. "You're more than enough. You coming here was the greatest gift anyone could have made me."

"But--!" you tried to protest as his lips parted, teeth sinking into your flesh, biting so hard, he drew blood. You choked back a scream while Childe hummed against the wound, licking your blood off his lips and ravishing the bite.

"More," he mumbled, dragging the liquid down your thigh, lower and lower.

"I want to enjoy my present now."

Vil Schoenheit

"There you are, pet."

Looking up from the magazine you've been reading—one of Vil's favorite runway fashion and photography ones that he started leaving ever since getting you a private cell—you raised your eyebrows at the elongated present he was holding. Completed with wrapping paper and a big bow, this was not something you saw every day, even though you came to know Vil as a money-splurging, high-paid official who liked decorating your room (and you) to his own standards.

His lips curled into a smile at your interest, and he gracefully sat next to you on the bed before placing the present on your lap. "I've been looking for you, but I suppose you were here all this time."

Giving him an awkward chuckle, you couldn't help but notice the reproach in his purred words. No matter how sweetly he spoke or how elegantly he acted, you knew better by now not to ignore those daggers he shot at you with every one of his words. Every one of his gifts came with strings. You may have been his rat in this prison, dutifully reporting everything your ears overheard, but that meant he was the conductor of all your doings. A fact you didn't always like.

"It's for you," he confirmed your suspicions, tapping his fingers encouragingly on the box. Glancing up at him, you noticed his eyes drilling into you, your reflection filling every inch of his pupils as he soaked it in with relish. It was hard to get used to the intensity with which he, or even just Rook and Epel, looked at you. There hadn't been any changes in your relationship since he made you beat up your prior cellmate and you kissed in the heat of the moment. But all three of them seemed to know something you didn't, and it was unsettling to be left out of their thinly veiled secrecy.

And yet, you always felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, stripping you of your body hungrily and drooling over your soul, ready to devour all of you at any given time. He treated you fairly enough to make you special but not good enough to not remind you of your position next to him. His watchful eyes were intense, his words throat-cutting, and his touches too gentle to be that of a guard. But still, he always kept you at arm's length, and you assumed he'd leash you if he could.

Letting your fingers slide over the ribbon, you hummed thoughtfully. "You didn't need to get me anything," you mumbled, partly bashful he thought of you this Christmas, partly feeling ashamed seeing how big the present was while you had... nothing for him.

"Don't be silly. I got something for us."

And there goes the good person act, you thought to yourself as you inhaled deeply, pulling the ribbon free. If Vil was nervous in anticipation, he didn't show it, sitting in his perfectly straight and composed way next to you, a small gap between your shoulders, but close enough to feel the heat of his body lick at you, tempted by your own.

Trying your best to keep the paper more or less intact to honor the intricate wrapping, it took you a few extra seconds before you pulled out an elegant violet box with golden letters on top. However, you didn't recognize the shop it was from, giving you no indication of what it could be.

"It's something for you... and something for me," Vil purred, smiling to himself as his eyes went back and forth between you and the box. Reaching over to slide his finger under the lid, he lifted it ever so slightly as he waited for you to open the present. "I hope you'll like it."

By now, you were a bit uneasy, but you complied, not wanting to put this off any longer. No matter what he got you, you'd smile and thank him profusely, be done and over with it. That was the only way to deal with him. You'd make it quick and discard the gift when he wasn't looking. After all, what in the world could he have gotten you--

"A collar?!" you gasped, voice cracking as the surprise hit you like a truck, and you quickly covered your mouth and cleared your throat. "That's... Well..."

Hearing an amused chuckle from your side, Vil reached over to take the finely crafted collar out of the box. It wasn't a thick and leathery one, you had often seen before. It resembled a golden chain and a clasp in the form of a V on the front. The gold hung from his long fingers like pure money, but besides the obvious concerns this raised, your mind was already jumping through hoops to think of ways to explain something like this to the other prisoners.

"Won't everyone get suspicious if I wear something carrying your mark all of a sudden?"

"Just say you got it from your family, besides..." You watched as Vil opened the clasp with skilled precision, telling you he had done this before, and flipped the necklace over once, the sharp point of the V now pointing upwards. "If you wear it like this, it'll be a fashion piece instead of a statement, no? Of course, feel free to turn it around whenever you feel like it, although..."

Nudging his chin at the other side of the bed, you followed his instructions and looked that way. Vil wasted no time, and you felt the heavy gold chain fall around your neck like a brace. Vil fiddled with the clasp at the front, the air getting lighter as he pulled the chain tight until it snapped into place, pressing against your skin. "You should ask me to change it for you. It'll be hard to do it yourself, and I'd hate having you break the clasp while trying."

You believed him. But you also knew he simply wanted to be the one putting this thing on and off you at any given time, preferably with you begging him to do it for you. He liked the idea because it was you he was collaring—his pet.

It was just another reminder of your place next to him.

"You look stunning. And here I thought only your face was pretty. Seems like I was wrong."

"Wow, uh... thank you."

Reaching up, you tried to press a finger between the chain and your throat, pretending to play with the gift as if you were admiring it. However, it was too tight, and you gulped, feeling the pointy end of the V prick you. If he found it pretty, he could wear it. It was already getting too uncomfortable for you after just a few seconds.

Standing up, Vil admired you from above. His fingers slid under your chin, lifting your head side to side so he could look at the gold sparkle in the room's light. Suddenly, his eyes cut to yours, the satisfied smile turning into more of a mischievous one.

"Now it's my turn."

He reached down and between the filling paper without releasing your chin from his gloved fingertips. You hadn't even noticed another present in there, though it was about explaining why the box was long rather than just big enough for the collar.

With two fingers, Vil pulled out a sparkly new riding crop in firetruck red with white stripes. At the sight of it—its golden handle fitting perfectly into the size of his palm—you couldn't help but gulp again, both these items screaming expensive rather than useful for the jobs you two had. Luxury, rather than prison. Fun, rather than duty.

However, his content expression as he used his other hand to test the strength of the crop by smacking his own palm turned very different as his eyes panned over to you, driving down your body with another devouring intensity in them.

"How about..." he spoke up suddenly, gripping the box and taking it out of your hands, throwing it carelessly on the ground behind him. You didn't know his next move or what he was going to ask you, wholly unprepared for Vil as he took another step forward, eyes pinned on you as he towered over you.

"We try these gifts out together?"

Special Bonus:

Dottore

"Little rat."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your head to the small window on your cell door. A voice like honey, running the good kind of shivers down your spine, had called out to you, and though you had decided to settle in for the night, you couldn't help but anticipate what it would whisper this time.

Without the straight jacket, it should have been much easier to get up, but your bruised body didn't move as quickly as you were used to ever since they locked you up in solitary confinement. As upsetting as it was, you were losing your finesse and finely attuned skills the longer you were kept from the outside world—for better or worse.

Additionally, the throbbing in your head only added to the challenge of standing up straight. But perhaps because he heard the rustling of your clothes, the man on the other side of your wall waited patiently for you, you both having more than enough time now that the last guard had left for the night.

"What is it, Doc?" you asked, and he chuckled, the sound coming from your right where his cell was. For solitary, there were a lot of cells right next to each other, even though you hadn't heard from the other inmates inhabiting them aside from their screams.

"Wait, let me just..." With a click, the hatch on your door where food could be passed through fell open, and you leaned down to look through it curiously. A hand suddenly appeared before you, waving, and you smiled, not scared at all.

"Did they forget to lock yours properly again?"

"Indeed, little rat. You know, breaking a finger to undo the work of those guards has never been an issue for me."

You hummed affirmatively, knowing the Doctor well enough by now, before you pushed your hand into his through the opening, fingers snapping around yours greedily, exploring, counting every joint and every scar on your skin to see if you were hurt. You did the same until your hands slowly stilled, fingertips brushing against each other so intimately it made you gasp as he slid his into the gaps between your fingers, closing around yours tightly.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"Mhm," you hummed thoughtfully, letting his thumb caress the back of your hand lovingly. Even without knowing what he looked like, only ever hearing his voice or feeling his hands, he was the closest to a companion you had. It was more longing than love, at least for you. A way to fill the yearning hole inside you that this prison drilled into you. "Christmas, I suppose," you muttered, this terrible loneliness you felt all your life festering in your stomach, even when the Doctor squeezed your hand so tightly as your grip loosened, you felt your bones crack.

"That's right. Hold out your hand for me, will you?"

Him letting go was almost as painful as it was being in his hold, but you nodded to yourself, following his hand as far as you could before turning your palm upwards for him. Nothing would ever fill this loneliness inside you completely, not even the madman locked up next to you. No matter how much the guards compared you two, even he, someday, would disappoint you and leave. The time you two had was limited to your sentences and the psychological assessments of your therapists. But for now, he was a like-minded individual. A friend.

Soon enough, his hand returned. It was almost as if you could feel his presence through the thick, cushioned walls surrounding you. As if he was right by your side. You waited patiently until you felt one hand feel where yours was, estimating the width and length of your hand and the distance between you two that inevitably existed, so he could put something right in the middle of your hand and pull away. Closing your fingers around the object, you slowly pulled back, sinking down against your cell door and holding your palm into the moonlight coming in from the small slit in the wall to see.

However, you'd have known it without seeing it. You knew the feeling of human skin, and even without the Doctor, you were pretty familiar with body parts. "A pinky!" you gasped, exhilarated. It had been way too long since you had been allowed to touch a carcass, much less put together your beautiful dolls piece by piece, part after part.

"But it's not yours...?"

The Doctor chuckled his signature laugh, husky, and deep, and amused, and so smooth. Creating the image of a man in your head that probably didn't exist but kept you sane while you were locked up and beaten every day. "It is not mine, no. I thought you might enjoy the bastard's finger who touched you yesterday."

The thought of what happened was unpleasant, but having your assailant's finger almost made it better. Your heart was beating out of your chest, both out of excitement about your present and the thought your fellow inmate put into this gift. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Darling, your screams—as beautiful as they are—haunt my every thought. You're the only thing I think about in this dreadful environment where people like you and me can never thrive."

"I have something for you, too!" you perked up, trying to ignore the heat collecting in your face after hearing his words. Neither he nor you knew what the other did to deserve coming here. Still, if the finger was enough evidence, the Doctor could not have given you a more excellent present than he did.

Clutching the finger to your chest, you went over to the only cushion that was slightly ripped in all of your cell. Weeks of picking and tearing away on the fabric if you weren't in your straight jacket, biting if you were restrained, had opened a small compartment where you kept the special things that were worth keeping in the limited space.

From it, you pulled a dark blue gel pen, the same one all the psychiatrists used when they came for their visits. You had stolen this one after your last session escalated, knowing it would come in handy someday. With a heavy heart, you put the finger next to the door while reaching through. "Hand, please!" you called out, and just like the Doctor had, you searched for his hand first before squeezing your second hand through with the pen. However, he was actively helping you, guiding and taking the pen as you approached with it, his fingertips sliding down your hands, enjoying the warmth until the last second before he pulled back.

"Oh!" he chimed, sounding elated, and you leaned your head against the door to hear him better. "How magnificent, little rat! Thank you kindly!"

Giddy, you grinned, feeling pretty good about giving him something he'd definitely want. The Doctor loved using his walls for his thesis and reports; he told you as much. But no one would give him pens anymore, which had greatly upset him as of late.

"I'm glad you like it," you whispered, sitting down again, reaching for your new finger, and inspecting the cleanliness of the cut, admiring the Doctor's work. You had always been very lonely. Your whole life had been directed by this loneliness and the fear of what it meant to be different and alone. You went to extremes that weren't normal for this society, earning you confinement to the loneliest place in society—solitary confinement.

But strangely enough, on this Christmas at the loneliest time of your life, you weren't quite as alone as you thought you'd be.

"Would my little rat like to hear my thoughts on--"

"Yes," you interrupted him. "Yes, I'd really like to hear your thoughts."

Your lips curled into a smile as he let out a chuckle, perhaps knowing exactly what you were thinking. Because as long as he'd keep the loneliness away, you'd listen to him forever, no matter what he'd tell you. No matter how crazy he was in his stories, theories, and research.

Or you.

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

Yoohoo, I just started delving back into Dangerous Fellows. In order to get my brain squeezing out that creative juice I read what other people think characters would be like in scenarios or with a certain character trait (yandere is the trait.) If I may ask, how would you say that Yan Lawrence from Dangerous fellows would treat his darling who tried to escape from him. Or would he even keep them captive in the first place? I mean, we are talking about a apocalyptic world and he does perform extreme acts when it come to the player. Do you think he would punish his darling, if so what would he do to them?

Yan Lawrence 🥺🥺 So!! We actually get a good idea of this in the second memory you get with his route, so if you don't really want spoilers for that, I would reccomend playing it for yourself on the game (or if you want to know what I'm talking about, this video is the second memory without leaping through hoops for tickets). In this, I'll add on to what would happen afterwards because that's mostly up to MC in the game.

With that...

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CW: Yandere, kidnapping/captivity, slight zombie gore, slight mention of physical punishment

Age Rating: 13+

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Yandere!Lawrence x Reader - Escapism

They say you can't outfox a fox, which can't be more true with Lawrence. He's the sneakiest yandere there could be- hell, his route already paints him as a clear yandere, so taking that times 10 means Y/N is going to struggle with escaping the school's basement he's held you hostage in.

However, your smarts and kindness got you stuck with his obsession in the first place. With how careful you approach him, how trusting you have to get him... You notice how he fails to close the door to the outside immediately.

Perfect

One night, Lawrence returns from a medicine run. A large pack is slung over his shoulder with Ethan's bat in his free hand slows him down to a half drag half walk.

"Y/N! I'm really glad to see you. Can you help with this right quick?"

Under your breath, you mutter "...Sorry for this."

"Huh-?!"

You push him to the side and rush to freedom, up the stairs and towards the moonlight beaming from the cracked windows above.

"Y/N, wait!" His words fall on deaf ears, his darling already busting the front door out to freedom.

1 week later, you're fending off a hoarde of zombies, clutching to your makeshift pack as you swat them away with a sizeable stick.

It's no use, they're already inching in, slowly lugging themselves with gnashing teeth and beady eyes. Sharpened nails tear at the air above you like the hungry fangs of snakes.

This is it. You close your eyes and accept what's going to come.

WHACK!

Inky dark red liquid spatters on the alleyway wall, the one zombie hit tumbling on the others in a stooge like manner. Repeated hits to their bodies pulverize the undead into harmless bags of rotten flesh. With one eye opened, you finally assess the damage.

Minor cuts and bruises litter your body, with a total count of 6 zombified corpses under the boots of an enraged Lawrence.

His eyes are narrowed yet reflect the sunlight, the brown reflecting an almost amber shine.

"There you are! Y/N, I thought I lost you forever!"

Lawrence quickly scoops you into a tight embrace. You'd have thought he'd be a lot more angry, but the new wet spots on your shoulder and trembling sobs coming from what was just a cold hearted killer hinted otherwise.

"Do you know what I would have done without you? How far I searched to see you again? Y/N, you could have been badly hurt! This is why you need me to protect you, darling..."

Once back at the school basement, he locks you right back in. The first (and only) escape was enough to have him watch you like a hawk for the next few weeks. After all, the rations would last up to a few months without any action. New locks and measures decorate the room, adding a rather distasteful rat cage aesthetic.

He'll never trust you the same, but slowly you can regain some semblance of faith from him with excessive love, affection, and passing his new tests of loyalty.

If this stunt was somehow pulled off again, he would resort to physical punishment... But for now, it's a cute little misunderstanding~

[solarisensun]

Uninvited

Yokai! Tendou Satori x Reader (Fantasy AU)

- a commission piece for @nightmarelilyxd​ <3

Having a heart too kind for your own good leads to an uninvited surprise

Warnings: Monster fucking, starts off non/dubcon, yandere tendou, mentions of wounds/blood, porn with just a tiny pinch of plot

Folklore and superstition often came hand in hand. 

The dense forest nestled right behind your little cottage was a place filled to the brim with myths and horror stories. Mothers would scare their children to sleep with endless tales of the yokai that prowled within those shadows, ready to snatch naughty kids into their greedy grasps if they stayed up past their bedtime. They wore the faces and skins of humans, and even walked amongst the foolish mortals; yet, one tiny mistake could spell your doom if you weren’t careful around those cunning beings. 

 The adults were none the wiser, the whispered stories of sole hunters never coming back again after venturing too far into the depths were commonplace in every man’s household. Stray too far from the path and you might just never come back in one piece. 

 You couldn’t help but scoff in scorn whenever you heard the buzzed whispers. 

 The woods have been nothing but a safe place to you, a place of life and resources that helped you to get past each day. Not once in your life had you caught a glimpse of the so-called yokais that gorges itself on human flesh or gnawed on bones. If you had to pick the scariest thing that lurked in the woods, it would be the huge brown bear that patrols a little too close to your cottage with each passing day. 

 Nothing an extra few torches wouldn’t solve. 

 Elders, blackberries, yarrows, and white willows. You recite the list in your head as you walked into the forest, your surroundings dim immediately as the thick foliage blocks most sun rays. Picking these herbs would be essential if you wanted to keep up the rapidly dwindling stock. Many of the little children in your village had been struck by a particularly nasty fever that led to an increase of wailing mothers banging on your cottage door. 

 As the village’s only practitioner in wild herbs, it was your responsibility to take care of them whenever a sickness plagued the village. 

 The blackberries would help stave off the bitterness of the medicine you were going to make. You did not want the children to be spitting out your medicine due to the taste. But blackberries were a rarity in this part of the forest. You huffed, patting away the dirt on your long skirts and picking up your basket. 

 The only solution was to wander a little deeper and hope that the deers have not yet eaten the bush scarce. 

 -----

 It’s the first time you’ve seen a red so vibrant. The crimson shade seemed to pulse against the gloomy backdrop of the forest floor, the color was a stark contrast to the shades of green and brown you were used to seeing. 

 You sink to your knees carefully, the bush of blackberries are long forgotten the moment you catch sight of a darker liquid that oozes out the side of the snake’s scales. It doesn’t look like blood, more like the dark ichor of some untamed beast. 

 Don’t be ridiculous. You shake away the thought immediately, the snake hisses as you shuffle a little closer on your knees. Shiny sharp fangs glisten despite the dwindling sunlight when it bares its mouth open and you catch sight of its forked tongue that darts out. It’s a ferocious sight that would send most scattering away, but you glare back stubbornly at its slitted yellow eyes. 

 You’ve always had a heart too kind and too soft. Especially for strays. Maybe it’s the same stubbornness that makes you accept even the worst of patients, the patients that you know are hopeless but some part of you refuses to turn them down. And right now, you weren’t going to let this darned snake bleed to death on the forest floor.

 “I’m bringing you back.” You scowl at the snake whilst it eyes you right back and suddenly, you feel a little ridiculous talking to a snake of all animals. “I’ve treated worst than you.” You rip up your skirt and wrap the torn fabric around your fingers before reaching slowly towards the snake where it curls into itself defensively. 

 It tries to bite you. Once. When your five fingers are just about to wrap around its body, it lashes out like a strike of red whip so fast that it becomes a blur. You dart back immediately, just barely avoiding a pair of fang-shaped holes in your favorite hand. It rears its head in defense, drawing itself upwards, and oh- the snake is a little bigger than you anticipated. It looked small when it was partly hidden by the greenery but now that you get a clearer sight of its body, it’s got to be at least twice the length of your entire hand. And those reddish-brown slits are practically glowering holes into your hand when you try to capture it again. 

 That’s a pretty huge snake. 

 The second time you try, you wrap more of your torn skirt around your fingers. This time, it hisses and snarls but you manage to wrap all five fingers around it and lift its trashing body out of the pile of leaves. 

 Part of the black liquid on its scales brushes against the bare skin that you couldn’t wrap up and you nearly drop the snake with a scalded hiss. It stings, not painful enough that your skin begins to burn but the pain rushes you to place the snake into your herb basket and you glare at the reddening patch over your index finger. What sort of blood harms people? You stare at your injured finger incredulously. Years of knowledge in your medical field told you that this injury defied all sorts of logic. Maybe you'd brushed your finger too hard against the spiny branches. A white lie to comfort yourself. 

 At least all your fingers are still intact. 

 Upon closer look at the animal, you hesitate a little. You’ve treated countless mammals before (from injured deer to wildcats and birds), but the snake now safe in your basket was the first reptile that you encountered. Safe for that one book you have about wild lizards and snakes, you’ve never been so close to a snake this big before. You peer carefully at its body, the mesmerizing iridescent shift of its red scales seem to glow with a different hue each time it coils and uncoils. 

 You don’t recall reading about such a beautiful animal before. 

 You wince on its behalf when it shifts again, catching sight of the long gash across its side that cuts so deep you can see a slimy layer of tissue. The source of the black ichor. It was probably attacked by an animal, a wild cat, or some sort. 

 Carefully, you cover your basket with the wicker top and hurry back home as the sun sets on the horizon. You might be brave, but you were no fool to be dawdling around the forest at night when the predators came out to hunt. 

 -----

 You lace the meat with a single dose of sedative and drop it into the basket before scurrying away (just in case it tries to tear off one of your fingers again) and wait until the rustling stops before you begin to properly examine the animal. 

 It’s a little unnerving, moving its limp body out of the basket while those empty eyes are still as wide as moons. Quickly, you move your little tray of supplies onto the table. You'd have to work fast, there was no telling when it would wake up. The last thing you wanted was for it to gain consciousness halfway through the treatment. 

 With a loud huff,  you flip the book right to the chapter on reptiles and glare at the unmoving animal on your table. “Let’s get to work.” 

 -----

 Usually, you sleep until the beginning of a sunrise trickles into the tiny cracks of your curtains and the gentle warmth is what gets your groggy body moving out of your tiny bed. 

 Something jolts you awake. In the middle of the night. 

 It takes you a few agonizingly slow moments before your sleepy eyes adjust to the darkness that shrouds your little cottage and it takes another full minute before you register the figure looming just inches above your face. 

 You nearly piss yourself. 

 “Get out of my face,” you say as calmly as you can muster. 

 Red. That’s the first color you notice despite the dim lighting from the candlelight in the corner, red hair that falls in loose waves across the man’s forehead and brushes against your cheek like warm silk. His face is all sharp planes and angles, paired with bright eyes that glitter in the dark like a cat. A musky scent of wood fills the air around you as his warm breath fans across your face. Something familiar clings to his skin as well...a scent that you are used to-

 “Did I wake you up?” His voice is a little scratchy and rugged around the edges as if he hasn’t spoken in years. Those bright eyes seem to be more like narrow slits of dimmed gold now that you are looking closely, with a brown ring around those striking irises that seem so… unnaturally haunting.

 “Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” You repeat, trying to fight back the shallow waves of panic that are now lapping against the edges of your breathing. 

 A slow grin spreads across his face, not exactly the reaction you were looking for. One that tugs the edges of his lips up to reveal sharpened canines. No- those aren’t canines, humans didn’t have canines this sharp or elongated. Those are fangs, you think blearily. Fangs that glint against the faint silvery moonlight as shadows yawn across his pale skin. 

 Fangs. 

 No way, the sleep must be making you hallucinate. You blink slowly and the roguish smile widens. 

 “Did the little princess get scared?” As if it couldn’t get any worse, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he speaks. A forked tongue. 

 Oh god, oh god, oh god. 

 You try to sit up immediately, try to push this man off you, off your fucking bed- only to find that he has your hands pinned to the bed. Long slender fingers are wrapped around both your wrists, keeping you imprisoned under him. His grip tightens warningly when you flex your hands in an attempt to break free and you fall limp when he presses you down further into the mattress. He could kill you with such inhuman strength. He could snap your exposed neck between his large hands like a twig and leave your cooling corpse on the bed without breaking a sweat. 

 “Let me go.” Even in your ears, your panicked voice barely sounds like your own, all high pitched and shaky, like the words would crumble apart if you spoke too loudly. “I’ll scream,” you try pathetically and he laughs aloud this time, as if the idea of your fear was utterly amusing to him. 

 A single thin eyebrow creeps up his forehead. “Who will come running to save you?” His voice is a little smoother now, like raw honey dripping off the sharp edge of a dagger. “No one is gonna hear your screams when you live so far from the village.” He says airily. 

 “Besides,” the man pouts in a rather childish manner, more of his hair falling across his eyes as he shifts his knees that are planted on either side of your legs to inch them closer. “I’m your honored guest.” 

 “You brought me into your home yourself. And now you want me to leave?” 

 You come to the conclusion that he’s an utter nutcase. You’ve heard of rumors about men like him before. A trend that caught on in the more developed towns of Japan. They mutilate their own bodies calling it a form of ‘art’ and prey on young women for pleasure. That explains the tongue and those fangs, it explains the manic glint in his eyes. 

 “I-I’ll give you anything you need.” You whisper, trying to stifle the whimper bubbling in your throat. “Please, please don’t hurt me.” 

 He studies you for a minute, taking in your frightened face and tensed body. You’re trembling under him, too terrified to speak further and he leans down, his smothering weight is everywhere on your body. The man’s nose grazes lightly across your neck and he sighs out a soft gasp when his warm tongue runs down your collarbone to the valley between your heaving breasts. He lets out a small groan at the taste of your exposed skin. A sound that has your own cheeks heating up despite the cool night air that staves away the wet, warm path of his saliva. Instinctively, his fingers close further around your hands with frightening ease. As if you were stuffed with cotton instead of bone. 

 “Do you really not recognize me?” The man tilts his head and you catch another glimpse of his forked tongue dancing between his fangs. “I thought that my little human would be smarter than this.” 

 “What?” You splutter like a fish out of water, temporary puzzlement taking over the initial fear at his question. “Don’t be ridiculous…”

 The smell. It’s been tugging insistently at the edge of your brain the moment you opened your eyes. The slightly bitter tang of herbs that you crushed into a fine paste with your own two hands in the kitchen earlier this evening. More specifically, it’s the same paste that you soothed over the-

“...snake.” 

 You can’t decide if the grin that splits across his face is more terrifying or beautiful. “You remember now? The poor snake that you brought home and so lovingly fussed over.” 

 A large leg wedges its way between your thighs and your bed creaks in response to the sudden shift of weight. It wasn’t designed for someone his size, let alone the both of you together. “I must apologize,” he purrs into your ear in a tone that is deceptively sweet before lifting up your entwined hands to look at where his blood had scalded your finger earlier. “I don’t go into my snake form that often. But when I do.” 

 Calloused fingers stroke across the inside of your wrist as if sensing the way your frightened pulse was fluttering like a trapped butterfly under your skin. Slowly, he lifts your hand to his mouth, the slight scrape of sharp teeth over your knuckles makes you go limp under him and the man cradles your palm to his cheek. “I become rather… animalistic.” He smiles and presses a delicate kiss to your fingers before nuzzling into your palm, his lips are surprisingly soft when he presses open-mouthed kisses across the length of your arm before they stop at your open palm again. “I can’t quite control my urges, especially around fragile little humans. One as pretty as you? Even less.”  

 “You’re not real.” You whimper, a sound almost identical to a lamb’s bleat in his ears. Your terrified face is identical to a cowering prey, and it makes him long to just devour your whole. “Those are just myths, stories, and legends that people tell to scare the children.” 

 The amused look in his half-lidded gaze tells you otherwise. 

 Yokai. You invited a monster into your own home. 

 Gingerly, he lets go of your hands. “Scream and I’ll rip your throat out.” He whispers carefully, a promise that you weren’t eager to break. 

 “What do you want?” You tried one last time to bargain with the smiling man, “Please, I’ll do anything.” 

 The bed dips and he moves closer until you can count each dark lash that sweeps across his haughty cheekbones.

 “I want my payment little one. Do you know how I got hurt?”

 His long arms cage you against the bed once more and he grabs your waist, bunching the fabric of your oversized sleeping shirt until your bare thighs are exposed. “I’ve been watching you.” Your top button comes undone under clever fingers, “Do you know how many yokai longed to snatch you into their grasp every time you step into the forest with your pretty skirts and wooden basket? Bouncing around with your tits without a care of how dangerous it was.” The second button is flicked away casually as you peered up at him in muted shock. “I killed my own kind,” the last button is opened and your shirt falls open to reveal your naked body to his gaze. 

 “To protect you.” He laughs and kisses your cheek tenderly, he’s clearly wary of his own strength around you. The fact that he’s holding himself back shouldn’t make you feel relieved, but it does anyway. “To keep you mine. So that every other beast in the woods knew that you belonged to Tendou Satori” 

 You didn't know that monsters had names. 

 One look into his eyes tells you the answer you’ve been dying to know. The ravenous, snarling want that burns in the depths of his bright eyes. You’ve never felt so vulnerable before as you laid bare before him, his desire seems to reach even your wavering soul. 

 All of a sudden, he leans back on his heels and you get your first clear view of the man. Tall and lean, his red hair curls close to his nape yet something about his sharp face caused a stab of interest in you. He’s attractive, not like the bumbling fools in your village that can barely look at you squarely in the eye without tripping over their own boots. He has a wicked charm that they lack. And monster or not, that confidence of his is drawing you into his magnetism.

 The slope of his shoulders rises and falls under the ragged t-shirt and you catch a silver of pale smooth skin under the fabric when he moves. The bulge between his legs doesn't go unnoticed and the fear of what’s to come next makes your heart pound uncomfortably against your rib. 

 He’s a monster, you remind yourself. A monster here to claim your body before devouring you whole. Maybe a fate under the bloody claws of the other yokai would have been better. 

 The weight of his gaze drags lazily down from your face, down to your tits until he stops at your thighs where they are pressed together in an attempt for modesty. A luxury that he was going to strip from you with perfect glee. 

 You flinch when he moves, expecting his rough grip to render you immobile and have his way with your body. Instead, the only thing touching your shivering body is the cool night air. Against your better judgment, you look at him from under your lashes- awaiting his instructions like a good little girl and you want to slap yourself at the thought. 

 Of course, he notices the doe-eyed look that you give him immediately. “Aw, you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do?” He croons in an almost melodic lilt and your face heats up at the condescension in his voice.

 “Touch yourself.” Once again, his command stuns you into silence. What? Is he trying to humiliate you? You glare at him before you can stop yourself and-, you really have to stop looking at his eyes. Because every time you do, there’s a flutter of interest that sparks in your veins when you meet his golden gaze. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard your sweet voice bleeding through the forest, tempting me to take you right that very moment?” Tendou said in a strained voice as you gape at him. “You aren’t as quiet as you think you are.” 

 You had half the mind to bolt out of the room now but one look at the muscles on his body tells you that you wouldn’t even be able to move before he pounces on you. Only one way to survive. 

 He inches between your legs when you part them. You keep your stubborn gaze on the wooden ceiling but it’s hard to keep the burning shame out of your tense body when his overwhelming presence is just inches away from you. You pretend not to feel each hot breath from him when you slide two fingers into your own mouth and coat them with your saliva before you ease them between your legs.

 You can hear his breath hitch when you part your folds of your glossy slit and you continue to glare imaginary holes at your poor ceiling when you brush your index finger over your clit. and slip your finger into your pussy. The heat between your legs builds up along with your movements despite how hard you try to fight. Although the pleasure is unwanted; nevertheless, it’s still the steady rise of pleasurable warmth that threatens to tear a moan out of your throat. Immediately, you catch your bottom lip between your teeth before the sound can slip past. 

 He moves fast. Faster than when he tried to bite you. One moment he’s at the foot of your bed and at the other, Tendou is looming over your body and your fingers falter in your cunt. He’s breathing hard as if he just ran miles. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He smirks and one large hand finds its way to your chin where he forces your mouth to fall open, along with your soft mewl. Your cheeks are burning, and you pray that he doesn’t notice how his voice makes your cunt pulse. 

 The amusement written all over his face tells a different story. 

 Tendou’s thumb brushes across your cheekbone carefully, a mockery of a lover’s touch, like he’s sweet-talking to a precious lover. It’s hard to stifle the budding fear in your body when you know that he can break your bones if he presses just a tad bit too hard but his delicate touch felt like fire. The same flush of heat when the ichor had burned at your skin earlier, but this one is gentler, trailing tendrils of sparks across your smooth skin in its wake. 

 You crook your fingers a little deeper and mewl when you hit that sweet spot inside of your walls. His composure snaps at the sound of your voice filling the heated space between your bodies. A single finger tilts your chin up, his lanky frame bending down to kiss you and you can feel his slitted tongue on yours. You heard a hitched gasp from your mouth as he kisses you with a sort of controlled urgency. He parts your mouth under his and you whimper, like a kitten begging for attention. Attention that he reciprocates when he leans forward to press you against the pillows a little harder as the kiss becomes hard and fast and messy as it steals your breath away.

 Tendou curls his fingers around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your dripping cunt. At the same time, he breaks away from you, a strand of saliva still connecting your tongue to his before it drips down to your heaving chest.

 “I want you,” He growls, his earlier semblance of courtesy is thrown out the window. The shift in his gaze goes from bare restraint to maniacal. “On my cock right now.” 

 There is no chance for you to answer him because he’s already manhandling you onto his lap with as much effort as one would exert when picking up a straw doll. His calloused fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and his free hand yanks down his own tattered slacks. You’d be lying if you said your body wasn’t moving on its own, your messy greedy cunt turns the sheets wet as you wiggle your hips closer against your better judgment. But Tendou lays a firm hand on your thigh to stop you from squirming. 

 His cock throbs wetly against your bare thigh and it takes everything in you not to stare dumbly at his cock. It’s the perfect girth, a little more on the longer side with an upward curve as a pearly drop of precum oozes out of the flushed tip. Your body quivers at the thought of putting it in you and his cock twitches against your thigh before he guides your trembling fingers around the shaft and wraps your softer hands around it. 

Once you get a rhythm going, he lets your hands go, content to watch you jerk him off. It’s humiliating how your slender fingers can barely close properly around his length. 

Unlike you, Tendou shows no signs of hiding the guttural pleasure when you stroke his cock, feeling it throb warmly against your small palm and dragging against every bulging vein from the hilt all the way to the top until your hands are sticky with his arousal. “Shit wanna fuck that smart mouth of yours.” His hips jerk upwards unconsciously as you stroke him. “But that can wait for another day.” The imagery of you choking on his cock shoved all the way down your throat, drool slipping out your mouth, long lashes heavy with tears as he uses you for his own pleasure makes him choke back a groan. He’d take his time if he wanted to use your mouth, make you arch on the floor at his feet with your ass perked for his greedy gaze, make you plead and whine until he deems that you are obedient enough to taste his cum on your tongue. 

 Carefully, you align yourself on the tip of his cock. Both of your hands braced against his solid chest as he watches you with a half-lidded gaze. He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t guide you on to his cock. Instead, he’s watching your every move with a burning intensity. He wants you to do it yourself. A fragile thread of control that he offers to you. 

 It doesn’t mean that it makes it easier for you to ease yourself down. The moment his bulging tip breaches your entrance, your arms are already wavering as his thumbs rub soothing circles over your thighs. “I-I can’t,” you squeak, “You’re too big.” More of your slick drools out to stain your thighs and his crotch. It’s humiliating, to be pleading for the monster to fuck you. Even more so when you’re creaming all over his cock before it’s even fully in. 

 His thick cock sinks into your tiny cunt inch by inch and you try your best not to let the tears fall. The breath of his heavy exhale ruffles your hair when he hisses out a curse and Tendou’s hips buck upwards until you fall forward onto his chest. A deep husky grown resonates right into your ear when his entire length finally sinks into your pussy, the plush resistance of your cunt is no match for his strength when he continues to guide you on his cock relentlessly. 

 You’re tight, like your body is too small for him (maybe it is), like your poor cunt is too small to fit his cock. He can even see himself in you, the slight curve of his cock nudging out from your lower belly. You’ve never felt so full, and it feels as if he could reach even deeper and turn your brain into a muddled mess.

 “I’ve wanted to fuck this sweet cunt,” he continues to thurst upwards, making the slap of his cock against your clit ring aloud and you mewl as his cock brushes against the spongy spot in you.“Since I saw you picking herbs in the forest, a tiny vulnerable mundane. I had to hold myself back from fucking you in the dirt right there and then, tearing off the skirt and breeding you like my bitch.” Tendou catches on to the way that particular angle has your toes curling and eyes crossing as your tongue lolls out in such a sinfully lewd expression. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen in centuries. Your cunt is all flushed and puffy as he batters into your poor hole at an relentless pace, Tendou has had many victims over the years, but none of them can even hold a flame to you.

 He remembers the first time he saw your delicate figure crouched on the dirt as you scoured for berries. Your scent wafting over with the wind hits him like a solid blow to the jaw, has him salivating like a dog whilst you hummed nonchalantly, utterly unaware of the trap that you’d so adorably walked into. Tendou couldn’t claim you, not with so many other yokai prowling around. He’d have to deal with them first before he gets the delicious satisfaction of tasting your body. 

 His terribly beautiful smile grows wider when he rocks into you sharply, guiding your limp body in time to his cock until you feel like melting into a delirious puddle in his arms. Your cunt flutters tightly around his cock, the yokai could drown into the temptation that was your tight little body. He’s never met a more sinful creature than you, one that beckons him to the ends of hell and back. How ironic that a mere human could cast such an intoxicating spell over a demon that has lived through the fall and rise of empires. The softness of your curves, your tits brushing against his chest each time he bounces you makes him open his mouth so he can catch one of your nipples into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipples and you squeal aloud at the sensation. Each time you try to jerk your pliant body away, Tendou pins you in place with ease. The savage grip on your waist forces you to remain still and endure each deep drag of your cunt kissing along the edges of his cock. 

 Even when he was lost in the heat of the pleasure of your tight cunt hugging his cock each time he drew back his hips, Tendou is still careful to rein himself back. He wouldn’t want to hurt his pretty toy on the very first night. There is so much more he can do to you, do with you. 

 His cockhead nudges against your sensitive spot again and it earns him a delicious moan. “Cute little human, nothing but a whore for my cock aren’t you?” You whimper, tearful eyes meeting him as you nod with your quivering thighs closing weakly around his waist, pulling on him like a devotee pleading for her God’s mercy to make her his. “You were asking for it the moment you invited me back to your home.”

 Your neediness makes him arrogant, yokais may feed off a human's fear, but he finds that your pleasure is the drug that sedates his insatiable greed. Your greedy cunt sucks on his cock, eager to milk his balls empty into your tight pussy. A plea that he will comply obediently so that he can fill you with his cum and make you his dumb little slut, reduce you to his precious pet. Tendou is already imagining a future with you, keeping you crooked against his chest and having you serve him by his feet as you sing out holy praises with that sweet, pleading voice of yours. He’d leave a scatter of pretty markings over your neck and flesh, symbols that would tie your soul with his. 

How many rounds would you be able to last? Not that he really cared, he would make you come apart as many times as he liked now that you were under his mercy. 

 Roughly, he angles your neck to his mouth and you don’t fight it, too busy trying to grind desperately against his cock when he sinks his fangs into your throat. He’s marking you. A distant hazy part of your mind echoes a warning when you feel a flare of heat on your skin. Having a yokai’s mark on a human was something that you've never heard of, it meant that you were bound to him eternally. To the monsters, it was a brand of ownership. To other humans, it was the brand of a curse, to inflict any harm on you was to incur the wrath of Tendou himself. 

 But as bliss spreads through your body, the heavy warmth of his possessive hands all over your body makes you arch towards him, making you lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. You find that you can’t quite bring yourself to care anymore.