#yandere price x black fem reader

[nina-renmen]

You’re Mine

Yandere Price x black reader soulmate au pt. 1

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Y/n joins team 141 in her early/mid twenties. But upon figuring out her captain is her soulmate she attempts to avoid him, little does she know she’s already caught prices eye. And soulmate or not he will have her.

Price’s eyebrows narrowed. His gaze locked onto your file. Name: y/n l/n, code name: Cobra.

Price huffed, What did you do to get a name like that? You didn’t look very threatening from your picture. At first glance Price tossed your file to the side. But Laswell insisted, saying you were her best soldier. ‘Ah….thats why.’ Price thought to himself. You were known for strangling your own squad when they attempted to leak information to the Russians, hence the name Cobra. (Cobras are cannibals, they kill their own kind)

You enrolled in the army at 19 and became a Sergent just last year. You excelled in hand to hand combat and were a sniper, not bad. It seemed you’re the best with stealth missions. You could have done a million other things but you chose this…why? Whatever it was, price didn’t dwell on it. Closing your file his thumb ran across the text that was imprinted on his forearm. The bold black text that his eyes had read over hundreds of thousands of times still gave him a warm feeling in his chest.

‘You should smile more…it’s cute.’

He always wondered what setting it would be in. What would he say after? He wondered what you’d look like. Would you be older? Younger? Or maybe the same age.

A knock at the door interrupted him from his thoughts. The door opening before he could say anything meaning that it was Laswell. And sure enough, it was.

Price looked up from his desk. A nod coming from him as a greeting. The older woman placing a file on his desk. “There’s another mission. Cobra will join you at the sight.” Kate spoke as Price stood up with a nod as he looked through the information.

“I’ll tell the team.”

The helicopter was loud, but you’d gotten used to it enough to block it out. Standing up, y/n rolled her shoulder, relieving herself of the tension. As she grabbed her weapon y/n left the helicopter after giving the pilot a pat on the shoulder as a quick ‘thanks’.

Y/n only recognized one of the men that were in a small group in front of her. Soap.

The man’s eyes seem to light up at the sight of her. He gave her a strong pat on the back as he welcomed her. “Aye lass, didn’t think you’d get here so quickly!” Soap exclaimed with a grin to which y/n only nodded. Johnny was well aware that y/n wasn’t much of a talker, she preferred to keep quiet.

Price’s gaze lingered on her for a few seconds. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, her expression was blank but her hold on her weapon was tight. She must not like new changes.

Price went over the plan once more. It was supposed to be a quick mission. In and out.

But unfortunately it was the exact opposite. The mission itself took about two hours to complete. Y/n was soaked in blood afterwards. She shifted almost uncomfortably in her gear.

“Good job. You did well.” Price spoke as he came up behind y/n, patting her back. “Proud of ya, Sweetheart”

Y/n’s eyes widened, she was facing soap at the time. The words on her lower abdomen burned, fully setting into her skin. Soap knew that look, he’d spent three years training with y/n before they got separated into different teams.

Y/n only nodded, turning away as she began walking towards the helicopter. Soap immediately following after her trail. “What the hell was that look?” Soap whispered shouted as they both stepped into the helicopter.

“He said it….” Y/n mumbled as she sat down. She looked over at soap, disturbed. “You’re not saying he’s.” Soap trailed off as y/n nodded. “Bloody hell lass….” Soap grunted, running a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know-now shut up. They’re coming.” Y/n said through clenched teeth. They both sat still, acting normal. Y/n’s leg bouncing as her upper body sat still in the seat. Ghost and Gaz sat across from her while Price began to talk with he pilot.

Soap leaned over to her. Whispering, “You need to tell him-“

“Like hell I will.” Y/n said through gritted teeth. Her eyebrows furrowed. A deep frown carved on her face.

“What are you two squabbling about?” Price asked, cutting the both of you off. Y/n stayed quiet, turning her head away from the captain leaving Soap to speak up. “Nothin sir.” Soap piped up.

“Not much of a talker?” Price’s gaze was locked onto you.

“She has anxiety!” Soap exclaimed louder than he should have drawing attention of the other two men. “Y-yeah….she’s anxious around new people. Isn’t that right lass?” Soap elbowed Y/n making her nod slowly. Soap paled a bit when y/n glared at him.

“Alright…..if you say so.” Price said, eyeing up Y/n almost suspiciously before leaning back into his seat ‘At least they’re getting along.’

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

The Wishing Well

Yandere Kraken x Fem Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, monster fucking, etc

When you were a child, you were often told about a wishing well deep within a sea cave. A well that would grant you any wish your heart desired so long as you made a deal of equal standing with the magical creature that resided in it. Yet most of your fellow villagers said the price was always worth more than what you desired… and the forest was extremely dangerous.

There was a tale about a king who had wished for more riches, yet he returned from the well with no hands so he could no longer hold the gold he had so foolishly sought out.

There was another tale of a woman who went to the well to wish for a child, yet she returned from the well with a round stomach. The villagers all said her baby was a monster.

You were told only one good story about the well. A story of a man who had went to the well to wish for his wife’s health to improve. A hopeless romantic, your peers called him. A man who successfully made a wish and had his wife healed from her incurable disease… yet he never returned from that well. The villagers all assumed the worse, that he sacrificed his own life for his lover…

These stories terrified you as child so you never really thought about the well. At least not until you reached adulthood, anyways. When your village was being threatened by orcs from foreign lands. Your village would perish if they didn’t surrender all of their women to the invaders.

Your villages population was mostly elderly people so there were only ten options of women to send off and you were one of them. You didn’t want to be the whore of an invader, you wanted to marry your lover, Valo… a handsome young man who lived by the seaside on his own. He was a bit eccentric, but you could see yourself with him.

There was only one way to save yourself and your village. And that would be to use the well.

And so you journeyed deep into the frozen sea cave on your quest to liberate your land. Your hopes high despite the small bit of dread that pooled into your stomach. The price shouldn’t be too bad… no. It didn’t matter what the price was. Because you’d rather die than lose your dignity.

Your journey took over three hours, but you finally stood in front of the old well. It was so much larger than the stories had described… and it seemed bottomless from how pitch black the water was.

“H-hello? I’m here to make a wish.” You yelped when a masked face popped up from the well. The man’s muscular upper torso leaned on the edge of the well to stare at you.

“A wish?” The man’s voice was raspy, almost as if he hadn’t spoken in eons. “I haven’t received a wish yet… okay. I’ll grant your wish if I like it.”

What did this man mean by that? Was he the creature of the well? You tried to see what was behind the man’s upper torso yet it was impossible to get around this man.

“No need to be shy. I want to hear what your wish is. You’re the first human I have seen.” Oh? But this well has been here for generations… perhaps the creature within it changed every so often?

“I’m here to save my village from invaders.” You gasped when he grabbed your jaw to tilt your head towards him.

“How noble… I don’t believe that’s all you want though. You’re hesitant.” The man chuckled at your flushed cheeks. “Are you afraid of me?”

You cast your gaze to the floor which made the man burst into laughter. “Goodness! How fun! Please be honest or else you had made this journey for naught.”

“The other girls and I will be sacrificed to the invaders to be… to be their wives or slaves.” Your voice is so soft yet it echoed throughout the icy cave. “Please help my village! I don’t want to be with someone I don’t love-“

You felt your heart stop when the man’s masked face was now only a few inches from yours. His violet eyes studied your form in interest before he sat up. “You’re not lying and I find you quite pretty.”

The man snapped his fingers and a contract appeared from thin air, the words written on it were in an olden tongue you couldn’t grasp. “I will grant your wish but you must sign this contract. I don’t want you to butt out of our end of the deal.”

“Deal?” You’re puzzled by the man who laughed at your gobsmacked expression.

“Duh. Wishes aren’t for free otherwise more people would come to me.” The man nodded his head at her.

“But what is it that you want from me?” You asked the man who merely gave you a smirk.

“I’ll tell you once your little invader issue is resolved. Until then, you’re free to go about your life.” You bit your lip but ultimately signed, the man quickly snatched up the contract as his body spun in circles in the pitch black water of the well. “I’m thrilled! It’s been so long since I’ve had company…”

The man turned to her with a grin. “You said you’ll only be with someone you love, right?”

“Yes?” The man nodded his head and snapped his fingers, the contract disappeared into thin air.

“Then it’s settled. I will collect you when the time is right.” The man then waved you away as you made your long journey home. The man was now absolutely giddy. Was this how his mother felt when she met his father all those centuries ago? He was so happy that you were indeed the one.

You did go about your life and was surprised to hear how a kraken destroyed the invaders’ ships. It was a terrifying site to see the dismembered bodies and ship wreckage on the frozen shores of your home… yet it was satisfying. Everyone was safe, just as promised.

There was no longer the threat of foreign invaders… which meant you were able to spend more time with your lover. The violet haired man beamed at you when he invited you to walk on the icy beach with him.

“Once winter is over, why don’t we get married?” Valo blushed when you took his hand in yours. “The sea is always bursting with life in the summer…”

“I’d love to.” The two of you giggled in bliss. Yet you couldn’t help the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that the man from the well would call upon you soon to pay off your end of the deal…

After that day with Valo, you were plagued with nightmares of a creature from the deep. A violet kraken that wrapped its tentacles around your small body and plunged you into the depths of the dark ocean. The tendrils would squeeze you in ways that were salacious. The violet appendages would shove their way down your throat and into your poor hole. It was such a terrifying nightmare, one that always felt so real.

You’d often wake up with sore arms, legs, and sometimes sore nether regions from these dreams. Perhaps you should spend more time with Valo? Your lover always made you feel more comfortable…

And it was now summer! The two of you were going to get married soon, anyways. It wouldn’t hurt to see Valo…

And so you went to your lover’s home on the shore. Your fellow villagers quirked a brow at you. They never knew why you went to the beach so often with a smile on your face since you always came back empty handed.

No one had lived on that shore for centuries after the fisherman disappeared to save his wife at the well in the sea cave.

“Valo?” You approach the violet haired man who gives you a bright smile. His violet eyes eerily shine under the moonlight as his body remained half submerged in the sea.

“My dear, it’s time to pay off your debt.” You freeze when you hear the familiar voice of the man from the well leave Valo’s throat. “You said you’d only be with someone you love, so it’s time for you to pay your dues.”

You scream when violet tentacles shoot out from the murky water and wrap around you. What? But… how? These were the tentacles from your nightmares. The violet tendrils that wrapped themselves skeins your pliable body when you were in dream world… the tendrils that fucked you.

“V-Valo?!”

“I’m sure you’ll love our new home… it isn’t often a kraken finds their mate.”

[diejager]

Poly Cod masterlist

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

[Task Force 141]

Sparrow masterlist | f,r

Pairing: TF141 x fem!vampire!reader

Your call sign, Sparrow, make people underestimate you a lot, a small and quiet bird for a TF of beasts, but that’s where people make their first mistake when you’re the one to strike first.

Contacts | r,f

Pairing: Monster 141 x reader

Apparently you wear contacts.

Turned | r

Pairing: Monster 141 x monster!reader

Under the strong odour of rain and betrayal, they lost you and Alejandro to Graves’ Shadows. However, unlike Alejandro, Graves had darker plans than isolation.

Guess Who* | f

Pairing: Poly TF141 x fem!reader

Soap doomed you when he asked if you’d know them from just their cock.

Chimaera | r

Pairing: monster 141 x chimera!reader

Price wonders what they were sent to save.

Mistletoe | r,f

Pairing: Poly TF141 x reader

All you want for Christmas in them

Affair* | r,f

Pairing: TF141 x fem!reader

Your husband’s friend only wanted to help you.

For the Right Price | r

Pairing: TF141 x assason!reader

Anything can be done for the Right Price.

Rest | r,a,f Turned: meet Graves | r Shots | f,r Burn* | r,d Parosmia | r,f Unsusual Attraction | r,f [Omegaverse] + dynamic Pheromone | r,f [Omegaverse] Corrupt!141 | d,r Family day | r,f Devil | r Ferality | r [Omegaverse] Noise | r,f [Omegaverse]

[KorTac/Task Force 141]

Only Human(*) | f

Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x reader

God - Laswell - blessed you with a strong, capable monsters.

Crow | f?

Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

You’re normal, human-like and unassuming, but you sometimes seem inhuman. What are you?

OnlyFans* | f

Pairing: cod men x fem!sex worker!reader

It was a stroke of luck that Soap found something so sweet and addictive as you, a little angel dressed in black lace and the prettiest pout with glossy lips.

Hybrid AUs* | d,r

Pairing: various x hybrid!reader

Many | r

Pairing: platonic monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

They know you’re a monster, there are many clues, but they didn’t know what you were.

Pyramid Head!reader | r,f

Pairing: monster 141 + König & Horangi x male?reader

You were something else, built with corded muscles and broad shoulders, a rusted pyramid for a head and a heavy sword in hand.

Self-Harm scars | r,a? [TF141 + König]

[Various]

Eau De Vie | f,r

Pairing: cod men x fem!reader

You’re appointed as the only judge to a whiskey competition.

[crazyskirtlady]

The Dragon's Eye Amulet

genderfluid! reader X human male

content: you are a demonic entity, shape shifted into an amulet of power, you grant the wearer of your amulet wishes of their desires...for a price

warnings: demon, shape shifting, fem&male genitalia, yandere vibes, forced/coerced, bondage, pain, blood, gawk gawk 5k, le anale penetratíon

From the moment he picked up the amulet that contained you...

Immediately you could see the vanity in his eyes, the shallow desires that filled him are what attracted him to the cursed amulet, to you, in the first place, and you gleamed knowing he would be perfect to feed upon.

Prihyom purchased the gold, dragon shaped, red jeweled bauble from the glib salesman (an associate of yours) who confidently promised it would empower the wearer with all they could desire and more...

He took the amulet home and adorned himself, prancing about his room admiring his reflection. And you exuded aura from the sparkling gem, a glamour he could see and feel...

He couldn't take you off, the red and gold necklace suited him so perfectly, emboldened him and he could hardly keep his hands off the intricate design and bejeweled filigree. He took out his phone and admired himself again and again in the screen. And you glowed brilliantly, fueling his pride into conceit.

Prihyom could not even take the amulet off to sleep, and stoking it as he lay in bed he dozed in and out of sleep, and you whispered to him...

"Tell me what you most desire..."

Clutching the amulet in his hands he mumbled softly, asking to be even more handsome, he wanted to become achingly, stunning beautiful!

And of course you obliged him.

The next days everyone who saw him fawned on him, commenting on his pleasing features, dewey smooth skin, eyes bright as copper, hair black as night. Prihyom was beside himself in amazement, his physical transformation was like a miracle!

But it wasn't enough of course, having had a taste of your power Prihyom felt the amulet to be something otherworldly. He could feel your presence, though he did not know it was you yet. And so, in bed, in the dark of the night, stroking the amulet, he murmured to you, about being the most popular and most liked among his peers. He wanted to have the charm to become affluent and adored!

And of course you obliged him.

And the next days you watched as he was flooded with a thousand new friends, dates, party invitations, engagements of all types. And he was so happy, busy enough that he seemed satiated...but only for a bit.

Because he was again clutching you, clutching the amulet in the night whispering to you in a desperately needy voice, oh! He wanted wealth now! Wanted people to throw money at him! And now you chuckled to yourself knowing he was irrevocably bound by your power as you again granted his demand.

In the next days an offer was made for him to become an entertainer, with his tantalizing good looks, his supernatural charm and smile, all it took was a wink and a flick of his silky mane to have people sending money to him in all forms.

With his newly acquired wealth he stepped into a better quality of life. Bigger lodging, fancier decor, amenities to impress his many friends and many more eager lovers...

Now Prihyom knew without a shadow of doubt that his amulet was magickal, that you were powerful magick and he was filled with greed for whatever he could summon from you. He was hungry for more!

More!

Now the time was ripe.

It was time for him to pay the price for all he had asked of you...

In the night your spirit poured like a mist from the amulet, transmogrifying gold into flesh, jewel into bone and teeth and eye. Standing over Prihyom sleeping peacefully in his bed you grin and stretch oh! It has been awhile since you have taken on a physical form!

Glancing down at your fearsome visage you decide perhaps a more feminine form would be preferable in this instance. Smoothing your skin, sprouting long flowing hair, shaping delicate, feminine features vaguely similar to his own; as Prihyom had become quite narcissistically vain.

Sitting down in the bed next to him, you reach out and run your fingers along his jaw, cupping his chin you tilt his head back slightly so you can examine his handsome face closely. The small movements make him grumble and stir, his hand grasping yours in a half conscious reflex. His eyes open and focus on you in confusion, he startles and tries to sit up but you have already weighed him down with your presence, demonic paralysis now makes his jaw drop and his uplifted hand slump down.

You chuckle and click your tongue at him.

"My dear, sweet Prihyom, you didn't even bother to question the powers of the amulet that granted your every whim, and now..." You grin wickedly and watch growing fear widen his eyes. You reign in your power, allowing him the freedom to gasp and cough.

"Who...are you?" He manages to choke out the words.

"Now you ask ah? The golden amulet you wore everyday for weeks? It was I that granted your plaintive wishes no? Gave you everything your little heart desired." You stroke his face, letting your fingers linger on his lips.

"You?! The dragon necklace is...was you?! This whole time you were trapped within? Listening to me?"

"Not trapped, just a different form, and I didn't just listen, oh no...I watched you as well..." Your voice lowered to a husky whisper as you trail your hand through his silky black hair and watch a deep blush redden his cheeks. Quickly Prihyom turned away from your touch to hide his face.

"Aww, did I not give you everything you asked for?" You pout at him while he stutters

"I didn't...I mean I don't...well yes...but I couldn't have known the necklace was...was you?"

You lean close to him and notice his breathing speed up, you can hear his heart racing and it makes you smile in excitement.

"Aren't you satisfied with everything I have done for you?" You let your mouth hover over his while he pants and gulps air, his chest is heaving and sweat is starting to bead on his forehead. His cheeks are bright red now.

"What...what are you doing? What are you going to do!?" If he could, he would be thrashing, but your power holds him still.

"You didn't think I did all that for free did you? My dear, I feed off of you in exchange for what I gave!" You press your lips over his and suck the air right out of his lungs, pulling his face tightly against yours as you force your tongue into his mouth. Prihyom grunts, struggling to turn his face away again.

You pull back, anger reverting your hands back to their large, scaled form, grabbing his face firmly you stare intensely into his eyes.

"You are already mine Prihyom! From the first wish I granted you we became linked inexorably! If you want to break our partnership, then I will simply revoke all that I have granted to you!" You growl at him, letting him see your true demonic form for but an instant, power raging like fire inside your eyes.

Prihyom gasps and swallows hard, squeezing his eyes shut against the image of your demonic form. You relax your features back into the pleasant mask you created for him. Stroking his head with your human hands you plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't fear me, I have been watching you all these months and have enjoyed doing everything I did for you. And I can do even more..."

"...if you will let me..."

You can sense him thinking about all the wonderful luck and prosperity that has befallen him since you came into his life; his physical transformation, his popularity, his charm, his wealth...

His eyes open tentatively and, seeing you gazing at him in such a lovely form he can't help but blush again.

"What...what will you do to me?" Prihyom whimpers, fear fills his voice, but his body betrays him, you can feel heat and tension building... elsewhere in him...you smile again and he knows you are well aware of his conflicting feelings.

"Oh I think you already know what I will do with you, don't you?" You push your body up against his, letting him feel the soft curves of your human form. You slid one hand under his shirt and up his chest, allowing a single claw to manifest itself, making a thin scratch into his skin, just enough to sting a bit, not enough to draw blood...yet...

Prihyom yelps, his breathing growing erratic again as you press his body into the bed underneath you, listening to his racing heart, feeling the heat radiating from his groin against yours. You twirl a finger into his hair and lock eyes with him, the intensity of your gaze has him hypnotized. Slowly you bring your lips to his and kiss him softly, savoring his taste again and again with small, sensual kisses that leave him breathless.

Sitting up you staddle his body between your thighs, and with a flick of your wrist all clothes are gone, nothing between your skin and his but air and heat. Prihyom nearly hyperventilates, taking in the entirety of your human form and you allow yourself a little giggle of pride for creating such an alluring physical shape after so many years of not having made one at all!

"You like what you see? I fashioned it just for you!"

You grab his limp hands, still paralyzed by your power, and guide them along the soft skin of your thighs, up your stomach and chest, pausing to hold them against your ample breasts. Prihyom moans, able to feel everything and not able to so much as twitch a finger. You delight in his helplessness, sliding his fingers gently along your nipples. It feels so good you grind your hips down against his body and hear him gasp and moan. Watching his face fill with desire as you lick and suck his finger, feeling his need as a growing firmness where your body and his meet. You lean down to kiss him deeply, his tongue meeting yours eagerly now. You devour his mouth in yours, drinking in his growing lust for you as a fine wine. Freeing him from the paralysis just enough to indulge him, Prihyom instantly wraps his arms around you and bucks his hips upward trying to bring the warm hollow of your body against his hard shaft. You immobilize his body completely again and laugh at his groaned frustration.

Now, you shift your form just a bit, and using your whip-like prehensile tail you firmly pin his arms above his head as your demon tongue lashes against his neck and slides downward, licking and tickling at the inner fold of his arms until he squeals, then flicking around his nipples making him whine nervously. You tease and suck his nipples until they are hard little nubs.

You know exactly what he wants, as you move lower on his body, feeling his muscles tense under the paralysis hold you still have on him and when your long, thick tongue begins to wrap around the hardened, aching shaft of his desire, Prihyom lets out a deep moan. You swallow his whole member with ease and swirl your tongue around and over the sensitive tip. Wanting to feed deeply upon his lust you again release your hold on his body and he is immediately thrusting desperately into your throat, his hands struggling against the strength of your tail. Your extra long tongue slurps the whole length of his shaft and curls down towards the more tender organs below. You can feel his legs trembling, his muscles tensing as he nears the peak, glancing up you watch his eyes roll back, his breathing all but stopped as he loses himself in ecstasy. You can taste him, swallowing his very essence, you drink in his vitality and feel it stoke your power like coal in a furnace.

As his body goes limp from expending himself you quickly flip him over, burying his face in the bed. Allowing yourself to partially revert to your demonic form you grab his hips in your large scaled hands, drawing a yelp from him as you plunge your huge tongue deep into his most intimate hole. He is howling like a madman while you tongue fuck him, your drool dripping down between his cheeks gripped tight in your claws. You feel him loosening up, thrusting himself back onto your tongue with eager abandon, chasing the wild throbbing feeling of your tongue stimulating his g-spot. You quickly draw back, making him whimper, loudly needy. As you position your even larger demonic appendage between his dripping wet cheeks, you pause, letting him feel the size difference of your monstrous phallus. Before he can turn or struggle you grip his hair and shove him down into the bed, thrusting yourself deep into his body at the same time. The mattress muffles his wailing as you slide your wickedly barbed shaft in and out of his tight hole, his muscles spasm, squeezing you so tight you stop moving and just enjoy the feel of his body struggling underneath you. Controlling the tip of your phallic appendage as easily as you could your finger or tongue, you find his sweet spot again and apply pressure to it as you grind your hips into his backside. It's all too much for Prihyom, he screams into his bed, his body shuddering as he cums again. The way his body clenches around your shaft as he bucks in ecstasy sends you over the edge as well. A terrifying roar bursts from your chest as you cum with him, your claws grip his skin too tightly, drawing blood in 5 fierce lines across his thighs. You fill his hole with your hot load and collapse atop him, nearly crushing him with your demon form. Panting and breathless you still manage to keep some sense and bring your body back to your smaller human form, but keep your demon phallus buried deep in him for a moment longer.

When you finally release him and roll off his back he is so silent you fear for a second you might have suffocated him! But then he too rolls over gasping for air, tears in his eyes. His beautiful hair is a tangled mess and his gorgeous face is red and marked from being shoved into the bed. You grab his shoulder firmly and pull him into an embrace, smattering his face with kisses.

"Is...our partnership... maintained...?" Prihyom gasps out. A deep rumbling laughter vibrates inside you.

"Yes indeed my sweet." You cradle him in your arms, despite your current smaller form your presence envelopes him completely, holding him as physically as your paralysis had. You stroke his hair mindlessly, listening to his breathing slow, thinking he has fallen asleep.

"You are frightening...and incredible...I...I like our... partnership..." He sleepily mumbles into your arms.

You chuckle softly, caressing his face.

You suddenly feel his hand on your lower appendage, still in demon form. He thumbs the barbs and bumps, all soft and limp now.

"I like this part as well." He admits shyly.

[frogspond200]

Hello!!

So i don’t know if you do escape attempts but can i request a Yandere Marshall Lee x fem reader?

𝚈𝚊𝚗!𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Date: 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 11𝚝𝚑 2023

Comment: so so sorry for the whole ass year delay, I got you bb girl😘

You remembered the first time you tried to leave. You had to be careful. He could sense fear, and thrive on it. (maybe it was because his mother was from a powerful family) But you had planned meticulously, knowing every creak in the floorboards, every shadowed corner of his house (looked more like a gothy church though)

The night was silent, and the moonlight cast eerie patterns through the stained glass windows. You crept through the halls, your heart pounding in your chest. Every step you took was calculated, every breath silent. You had almost made it to the door when you felt a cold hand on your wrist.

“Running away, are we?” Marshall’s voice was soft, almost playful, but there was an edge to it that made your blood run cold.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. His eyes, black and piercing, bore into yours. “Why would you want to leave, little bat?” he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

“I…I need my freedom,” you managed to stammer, your voice trembling.

He snickered, a mocking sound. “Freedom? With me, you have everything you could ever want. Why would you need anything else?”

His words wrapped around you like chains, heavy and suffocating. You knew he was right in a way. He had given you everything, but it came with a price. Your freedom, your sanity.

Marshall Lee’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained intense. “You don’t understand, do you? I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”

He pulled you closer, his cold lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine, and nothing will change that.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek. “Please, Marshall,” you whispered. “I can’t stay here.”

His grip loosened slightly, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Why would you want to leave me?”

“Because I don't want to live in fear,” you replied, your voice steadier now. “I can’t live like this.”

Marshall Lee’s face hardened again. “Then I’ll just have to make sure you never feel afraid again,” he said, his tone final.

He dragged you by the sleeve of your shirt. “You can try to escape, but know this: I’ll always find you. You’re mine, forever.”

As he dragged you back to your room, you realized that escaping Marshall Lee was not just about physical freedom. It was about breaking the chains he had wrapped around your mind and heart. And as long as he held the key, you knew you would never truly be free.

You knew he loved you in his own fucked up way, but it was a love that suffocated, that controlled.…

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 49

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,871

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 49 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When you least expect it you're surrounded by music equipment. From instruments to speakers and what Yoongi calls MIDI. That thing you remember Yoongi having in his room with all the square buttons is apparently called MIDI. He tells you this when you point it out and he says he just might get a new one. In actuality he was here because he wanted new speakers but he can't help but to splurge whenever he sees something new that catches his eye.

You're afraid to touch anything especially after seeing the price tags on most of these things. Not that you can't afford it but it physically hurts you to even think about spending your money on any of this. It's not a part of your interest anyway and you're glad it's not because the cheapest thing you saw so far costs $199.

Yoongi doesn't mind the prices though especially for a pair of speakers that he immediately went for the moment he saw them. You guess these are the ones he was looking for. They seem relatively small but when you look at the price your eyes nearly bulge out.

"1,699," you nearly yell in the shop.

Yoongi just hums as he turns it to check out the back.

It seems your voice caught the attention to one of the store owners because he comes by with a smile.

"Anything I can help you with?"

Yoongi turns his head to look at the man and nods. "Can I test these out?"

When the realization of who it is that's here touching his speakers hits the man's face breaks into a smile. "Ah, Lord Yoongi. Yes! Of course we can test these out."

He takes out his phone and disconnects it from the bluetooth system playing music throughout the store and connects them to the speakers before you. EDM starts rumbling through the speakers and the shop owner takes the time to explain what the features include.

"The NSS60 harnesses metamaterial absorption technology so it absorbs 99% of unwanted noise and produces a purer and more natural sound."

"I know." Yoongi says as he uses the small dial in the back to raise the volume.

You don't think he meant to be rude but it catches the store owner off guard. After listening to the music more he nods with an "Okay" forcing the other man to turn off the music.

"I'll take it."

You know he can afford it but hearing Yoongi say that makes you sweat a little. All those numbers on the price tag are staring back at you menacingly and it takes the store owner talking for you to look away.

"What color would you like?"

"Black." Without hesitation. "You can take it up front. There's still something else I want to look at."

The box filled with the speakers is taken away and you follow after Yoongi who was already making his way towards the section with the MIDIs.

He browses in silence touching everything with his eyes. He only brings his hand out to test the feel of the equipment and if he doesn't like the feel of it he jumps to the next best thing. There's an all black one that catches his attention and he reads what it comes with while you check out the price. It's $99 and you feel like it's the only relatively cheap item around here, but alas Yoongi ignores it for something else.

Eventually he doesn't find anything else that catches his attention though you know he would have liked to get a new MIDI.

"Sorry you didn't find one you like," you say.

He just shrugs as he heads towards the front. "It would have been nice but I was mostly here for the speakers."

He doesn't look the least bit disappointed. In fact there's something about him that makes you smile. There's more pep in his step as he hurriedly makes his way towards his awaiting speakers. He may not do it here in front of these strangers but you guess if you ask him about the new equipment he'll start talking his head off in excitement.

"All good?" The man up front asks.

Yoongi nods and pulls out his wallet in preparation to pay.

When the store owner rings up the final amount which includes tax your stomach swirls in discomfort. Having hobbies is expensive you surmise. Even more so when you make it into a job.

Yoongi is quick to grab the big box and he carries it without a problem out of the door you hold open for him. With one hand he quickly unlocks the car door and sets the box down next to Jimin's jewelry box.

You're standing next to your side of the car with your arms crossed looking at him and it's only when he shuts the door does he look at you.

"What," he asks.

Your smile grows and you try your best to contain it lest he thinks you're going crazy.

"What?" There's a bit of strain when he says that word again.

"Nothing you just seem happy is all."

His eyes shift from left to right as his cheeks grow rosy. Scratching the back of his head he clears his throat and moves around you to get to his side.

"Just get in the car."

You huff a laugh as you get in but you can see the smile on his lips as he opens his door.

You put on your seat belt as does he before starting the car. You don't know what else he has planned but you doubt it's anything to do with the outside anymore. You haven't forgotten the fact that he's a vampire and being out in the sun must be killing him. Not to mention Hoseok is waiting for you back home. Just the thought of that makes you frown but you know it's just something you have to deal with. At least for the time being.

"So," Yoongi starts. "When we get back - all that happened is that we went to the jeweler's and the music shop, yeah?"

"I know."

He hums and the sound is followed by a short pause.

"Thank you. Yoongi."

The vampire gives you a quick look then back. "Don't thank me just yet. The day you leave is when you can thank me."

You smile though it barely reaches your eyes. Then a thought hits you. "Will I be able to stay in contact with you?"

Yoongi's brows raise as he inhales deeply. You think he's going to say no but he surprises you.

"After you're treated you can text me. I want you to be able to tell me when you're finally clean."

You wish you didn't have to get clean but you're running out of options here. So you just nod and smile.

"Okay."

"Okay," he says.

The ride back to his home isn't long. You enjoy every minute of freedom with Yoongi until he brings the car around to reverse into the garage. If he noticed that you have grown quiet he doesn't say but you guess he must already know about how you're feeling right now.

You're looking out the window coming face to face with the familiar setting around you and there's not much you can do about it.

Yoongi turns off the car and sits still for a moment looking out his dashboard window. Nothing is said between you two until he sighs.

"Remember what I said."

"I know," you say.

You turn your head and look at him as he nods. You don't know if it was to you or himself.

You can't help but wonder if he's nervous about the whole deal. Just because he's helped someone before doesn't mean it gets any easier.

"Alright," he says. "Let's go."

The two of you leave the car and he has you hold on to Jimin's gift while he carries the box of speakers inside. You follow after him into the house and without a word he has you come up with him to his study. It's the first time you've been in here so when he has you open the door for him you can't help but to look around.

Much like his room, almost everything is black. You also note his desk is rigged up with equipment you saw back at the music shop. It looks far more like a studio than it does a study.

He sighs as he places the box down onto the couch pressed up against the wall. When he turns around he stretches out his hand for the jewelry box and you hand it to him.

"It's nice in here," you say.

Yoongi hums. "It's a bit of a mess but okay."

You huff a laugh. It really isn't a mess but he's adamant in saying it is. You'll let him have his win.

The smile you have on your face drops a little and it's here you know he can read your mood. He doesn't have to be Taehyung to know something is wrong with you.

"Make sure to text Minjeong if you don't hear from her by tomorrow night." The words come out in a hushed tone.

You nod your head. "I will."

He purses his lips before placing the jewelry box on his desk. "Let's get you to Hoseok. I'm sure he's on edge waiting for you."

The corner of your lip lifts up into a half smile that's directed at him and not the fact that his brother is indeed waiting on you.

He stretches out his hand to lead you out of the open door and down the hall to Hoseok's study. When you get there he knocks on the door twice but opens it without waiting for his brother to tell him to come in.

Hoseok is sat in his chair facing the door with a smile on his face. "You're back," he says and you swear you hear a sigh of relief come from him.

"I told you I would bring her back safe and sound."

Yoongi's words makes Hoseok's smile widen and he can't help but to chuckle.

"That you did." He stretches his arm out. "Come here, baby."

You give Yoongi a look - a small smile - before walking towards Hoseok. Once you're within his grasps he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your middle. Small kisses are made against your cheek then your neck and he stops when Yoongi talks to him.

"Traffic isn't that bad today so if you want to take her out do it before it hits."

"Will do." Hoseok replies.

Yoongi waves at you then bidding you goodbye but you know it's just for now so you wave back. He closes the door softly behind him leaving you to Hoseok who goes back to kissing your cheek.

"I missed you," he says.

You only hum in response because if you tell him the truth you know he'll make you regret it. That and you've decided to take things up a notch. You're going to lean into his touch more often and initiate whatever contact you can with him. You need Hoseok to lower his guard. All so he can trust you more - trust in leaving you alone more often. Until a solid plan is made between Minjeong and Yoongi then when he least expects it you'll be gone. So without hesitation you lean your head against his shoulder.

You know it catches him off guard because he stiffens but you know it's not out of discomfort. He's trying to gauge you and see what your intentions are. Hoseok isn't stupid. He knows you don't love him but you'll try and make him believe you're on your way there.

"You okay, my love," he asks.

You nod your head.

"Everything okay between you and Yoongi?"

You nod again. "I just," you pause. Play coy. "It's nothing."

Hoseok leans back in his chair with you still in his arms. His thumb brushes against your clothed hip but you feel it all the same.

"Tell me," he says. "I want no secrets between us. You know this."

You make a face he can't see but it's all acting. "Forget about it," you say as you lean straight up. "It's stupid and embarrassing."

Hoseok's grip on you tightens leaving you stuck on his lap. You're waiting for the right moment to say this.

"Y/N look at me."

You do so hesitantly and you see he has a small frown on his face.

"Let me in. Tell me. I'm sure it's neither of those things you said."

You sigh and look off towards the side. It takes you a second to respond but when you do you grumble the answer out fast.

"Imissedyou."

He grows quiet. You chance a look at his face and you see a look of surprise. Puppy dog eyes with slightly parted lips. He's clearly shocked by your answer.

You hate how he looks at you so you sigh as you try to stand up but he doesn't let you.

"You missed me," he asks. His words are soft almost as if he's afraid of scaring you off now that the words are out.

You have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself so you nod. What comes next is one of his hands leaving your middle to cup your face as he leans in to kiss your lips.

The kiss is soft - gentle as they mold together with your own. When he pulls back to look at you he smiles like a man in love.

"I missed you too."

And to make it all the more believable you smile though it barely reaches your eyes.

He goes to pat your leg with his hand that cupped your cheek and urges you to move off his lap.

"I can finish work another time. There's something I want to do with you."

Your brow raises in mild interest. "What is it?"

"The Fall festival. They started a little early this year and I've been eyeing it for a bit. Today the weather isn't too bad so I thought might as well."

Your brows draw together. "What's that about?"

He smiles. "It's a neat little event that takes place around this time of year every year. There's games we can play, things to see and buy if we want. We can paint our faces and even do some pumpkin carving. There's a lot to do is what I'm saying."

"Oh. That sounds nice."

Hoseok turns off his computer and stands up with a smile still on his face. "It is. Let me just go and grab my wallet from upstairs. Come with me. Tell me about what you and Yoongi did today."

You follow after him as he leaves the room and grab his hand when he offers it to you.

"Not much. We picked up Jimin's present and went to get Yoongi his new speakers."

"Yeah? You were out for a while so I thought you might have done something else."

You hum.

You can't let him know what else you did so you lie. "We were just enjoying the scenery. The leaves are changing colors."

"Ah," he says as you enter the bedroom where he lets your hand go. "The trees are really pretty this time of year so I get it. We can check that out more at the festival."

Once he has his wallet the two of you make your way down to grab his keys then out into the garage. From there he makes sure you both have everything before you head out.

On the road, Hoseok turns on the radio and searches for a station. It takes a minute until he finds one and has it play on low. It's just something to fill the air whenever you two stay quiet.

He stretches out his hand for you to grab and you take it. He brings yours up to his lips and kisses them softly.

"I think you'll love the festival," he says.

The only way this could be ruined for you is knowing you're going with Hoseok but you're not going to let that bother you. You can't let it bother you if you're trying to sweep him off his feet with your actions.

"I'm sure I will."

You catch him smiling.

"I've went once or twice before with my brothers. Taehyung loves it and so does Namjoon. Jungkook won't admit it but when we were making pottery he was really quiet and focused on what he was doing. Whenever he gives his all like that it's because he's enjoying himself."

"Oh." It's all you can say. Especially after he dropped Namjoon's name on you.

It seems like Hoseok isn't finished though because he hums before speaking.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You look at him then back towards the front. His hold on you is neither loose nor tight and he keeps a neutral look on his face. What did he want to know?

"Sure," you say.

"Why haven't you been wanting to hang out with Namjoon as of late?"

You stop breathing for a second with your heart skipping a beat. You lick your lips nervously but you try to remain calm to avoid Hoseok picking up on anything.

"I'm just asking," he says. "I don't mind having you with me it's just you normally would hang out with him than be with me."

And he's right but that's all changed. Being reminded as to why you're not with Namjoon anymore hurts. You don't have the urge to cry but what can you cry when at just the thought of him you feel empty?

"Y/N?"

Sighing you look off out your window as you try to come up with a reason. It takes you a second until you find one.

"I've just been wanting to be with you," you say. "It's been a while since I've had this... feeling of wanting to be with you."

The radio fills the silence that comes. You don't know if what you said was right? Would he believe you? You can barely believe yourself. You think you might have laid it on a little thick and now you're just waiting for him to tell you that he knows you're lying.

Hoseok lets go of your hand and you look at him to see he's pulling off towards the side of a curb. You look around thinking you might have arrived to the festival but you see nothing that would indicate that. Nothing and no one is here.

"Hoseok," you call to him.

"Stay here," he says.

Your brows draw together in confusion and you watch in horror when he gets out of the car and approaches another a few feet behind and punches the driver's side glass in.

"Hoseok," you yell. You get out of the car and run after him just as he rips a man out from the other car. "Hoseok what are you doing? Stop!"

He ignores you choosing instead to interrogate the man.

"Who sent you? Why were you following me?"

You freeze in your spot. This man was following you? Wait, what?

"He was following us," you ask.

Hoseok grits his teeth. "I noticed him from the moment we left home." He directs his words to the man now. "Tell me who sent you and I won't break your arm."

"I'm sorry!" The man says. "I'm sorry it was a mistake!"

"Wrong answer."

Hoseok turns the man around slamming him into the car and twists his arm behind him. The man screams in pain.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't do it! I'll tell you!"

Hoseok doesn't let up on his hold but he refrains from breaking the other man's arm. You're still worried though despite now knowing he'd been following you.

"Tell me." Hoseok demands.

"It was your cousin who sent me. I'm sorry!"

His cousin? He didn't mean...

Releasing him, Hoseok stands back and sends a glower at the man.

"I'll let you go," he says. "But you better tell her to back off otherwise she'd be losing her other fang."

The man vehemently nods and bows at Hoseok's feet.

"I will! I swear I will."

A sharp tsk comes from Hoseok before he snarls.

It's hard to swallow especially when your stomach twists and turns in a nervous-induced pain. It takes you a second to move but when you do you grab Hoseok's arm and tug on him.

"Hoseok let's go. Please. Before anyone sees us."

It's at the feel of your touch does his expression lessen from pure anger into one of annoyance and it's directed at the man.

"Get up and go," he says. "Before I change my mind."

The man whose side of the face you notice has scratches no doubt from the glass that shattered nods again and hurriedly stands to jump in his running car and both you and Hoseok wait until he's gone.

Your grip on Hoseok's arm is strong and it's after a moment of heavy breathing does he calm down and looks at you.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"I was scared!"

"Still."

You shake his arm. "Hoseok you punched that guy's window in without telling me what was going on. How was I supposed to react?"

He has an unreadable expression on as you continue to go off.

"You can't expect me to sit back and act like nothing was happening." You grab his hand he used to punch the glass. "Your knuckles are bruised and bleeding! Hoseok-"

Your tirade is cut short when his lips press up against your own. You let go of his hand to grip his shirt with both hands and whimper at the amount of pressure he's applying to your lips.

Pulling back Hoseok releases a breath as you release a shaky one.

"You were worried about me," he asks.

It did sure seem like that. You were more worried about the man Hoseok was willing to hurt despite knowing now that he was following you. That aside you know Hoseok would have broken his arm. When he's angry he's capable of a lot of things, but you won't say any of that. Not if you want to keep the peace so you nod.

"Yeah," you say.

His expression softens even more into a delicate smile. You look into each other's eyes without anything to say before he pulls back a little to look down at his bruised knuckles. The wounds don't look as fresh and the bruises are starting to look green. He was healing.

"You don't have to worry about me," he says.

"But still... Don't do something like that again. Please?"

Hoseok looks at you and when he sees how adamant you are he sighs yet smiles.

"Anything for you."

You find yourself smiling back and realize that pretending to fall for him comes easier than expected.

With his healing hand he rests it over your shoulder to guide you back towards the car. Once inside you sigh and lean back in the seat.

"Everything good?" Hoseok asks.

To be honest no. The man who was following you said he was doing this for Hoseok's cousin. The only person you can think of is Jiyoo because Hoseok mentioned her losing her other fang if she didn't back off. It had to be her right?

"Y/N?"

You look at him and give him a weary smile. "It's just the guy. He mentioned your cousin. Does he mean...?"

Hoseok hums. "Yeah it's her. I don't have any other cousins but her."

You frown as he begins to drive. "Why would she send someone like that after us?"

He shrugs as he takes a turn. "To be honest she's probably still pissed after everything that happened. I'm surprised she didn't send someone in sooner."

"Does she normally do things like this?"

"To stalk us?" He shakes his head. "No. Never. If she wanted information she'll go in and get it herself so this is new."

You still have a frown on your face at the mention of this. Jiyoo sending someone to spy on you guys makes you feel sick. You don't know what she's after for her to do this you just know that you don't like it one bit.

"Should we warn your brothers?"

Hoseok hums. "I will but let's have some fun first. I don't want this to ruin our time together. If anything, they're just as observant as me so if there is someone around they'll notice it."

You don't say anything as he drives a few minutes more before pulling up into a parking spot. In the distance you see people. They're everywhere and they seem to be in good spirits.

"Ready?" Hoseok asks.

You nod with a hum.

"I'm sure you'll like it so come on. Let's go."

After turning off the car he steps out with you in tow. When you meet in front of the car he grabs your hand and leads you towards the people who are going back and forth enjoying their time. Their chatter grows louder the closer you get and there's even music playing throughout the area. You don't know what to look at first so your attention flip flops between anything and everything.

Hoseok leads you on taking you to wherever his heart desires. When you notice where he's taking you your brows perk up. There are a bunch of straw bales stacked on top of each other so high you can't see where the end is. It's reminiscent of the maze back at Hoseok's and when you check the sign next to it it says 'Welcome to the Straw Bale Maze.'

"Let's go." Hoseok says with a smile. "Let's see what's at the end of this."

He drags you along until it's just the two of you together. You can hear the squealing of children as they make their way through in the distance no doubt with their parents laughing.

"To be honest," you say. "I can barely remember how to get through the maze back at yours so I doubt I'll be able to lead us out of this one."

Hoseok laughs. "Don't worry. They always switch up the maze every year so this is new to me too."

He laces your fingers together and pulls you along into walls and walls of the maze. There were times where you were making progress and other times where you couldn't help but laugh along with Hoseok as you would come to a dead end. He'd tell you that it was okay and push on until you two reached the very end where there was a grand tree that stood up tall with beautiful orange, yellow, and red leaves. Many were on the floor already scattered about and people were taking pictures beneath the tree.

You were watching a family of four posing for pictures. They would do a different face or stand in a different position than they were before until five shots later they were called over by a man in a booth. He shows them on a screen their pictures and at a nod of approval they wait until their pictures are printed out on a little strip and given to them. One for each parent.

"Come on." Hoseok says. "It's our turn."

You walk up to the tree and stand in front of it confused at what to do. Hoseok stands behind you and wraps his arms around your middle and kisses the side of your head.

"A cute couple." The man in the booth says. "Show us how cute you can get!"

"Smile." Hoseok whispers and when you do a picture is taken.

For the next pose Hoseok comes around and has you step directly in front of him - your sides facing the man. He presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes just as he does. At the sound of the click you open your eyes and before you had a chance to properly react Hoseok kisses you. Another click. But he doesn't let up. This time he rests his hand behind your neck and leans in until your back is arched and a hand is placed there as well. You're expecting him to deepen the kiss and so you part your lips the slightest bit but the high never comes becomes he pulls back after another click.

You're a little disappointed but you try to not let it show. Of course he couldn't give you what you wanted in front of all these people. You begrudgingly accept it and you have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself. You're playing along with him so that when the time is right you can leave without him on your back so you do what he does and laugh like two people disgustingly in love. Click.

"Alright!" The man says. "Let's see what we got here."

Hoseok lets go of you and urges you forward with him. When you reach the booth you see the monitor and you see through the eyes of another how you and Hoseok look. You can't deny it. Hoseok is handsome. Heartbreakingly so. You never considered yourself to be ugly but standing next to him you can't help but wonder for a moment what he sees in you. The man claims you both look cute but you also wonder if he's just saying that because it's his Lord whose pictures he was taking. Either way, you say nothing as two strips of pictures are printed out like a film and handed to you both.

"Enjoy the rest of your time here." The man says and you nod at him as Hoseok smiles.

He stares at the picture lovingly before handing it to you. "Put it in your purse. I don't want to ruin it by folding it."

You take it and along with yours you place it into your bag you had with you since you went out with Yoongi. Afterwards, he grabs your hand and leads you towards the exit on the side but before you leave a young woman at the fence pulls off the tray two apples covered in peanuts and a thick brown glaze that holds them together.

"Here you go," she chirps. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

The two of you grab your respective ones and leave to join the crowd again.

"What is this," you ask.

Hoseok raises a brow at this and you're about to remind him about your sheltered former life but he just smiles.

"Candy apples. They're apples covered in caramel and peanuts. It's really good."

You give yours a sniff and you can smell how sweet it is. With a tentative bite you give it a taste before your eyes widen in surprise.

"Do you like it?"

You nod your head after having another bite. Hoseok laughs before having a bite of his own as he continues leading you to another place.

You enjoy the burst of flavor. The combination of the sweet apple and caramel with the slight salty taste of the peanuts. Neither of the three flavors are too overpowering and you find your finishing yours before Hoseok finishes his own.

When you're done you toss your sticks into a bin and head off in the direction Hoseok takes you.

The next place he takes you is to a fire pit where people are making s'mores. He asks you if you ever had it before but he isn't surprised when you say no. He explains what it consist of and so when you have it you enjoy it to the fullest.

Hoseok is taking you to enjoy many firsts. From foods, drinks, playing games like roll the pumpkin, toss the corn. He encourages you to bob for apples but you refuse. Especially since he took you to get your face painted.

The majority of people who have their face painted are children but he was adamant that you do it. To heal your inner child he said even though you don't mind the fact that you've never done these things before as a kid. The artist did a great job though and Hoseok insisted on taking a picture of the both of you to keep as memories.

To be honest, you were enjoying yourself. Even when it came to dancing. You told Hoseok no that you would not dance with him but he persuaded you. He said you didn't have to actually know how to dance. Swaying side to side was good enough so that's what you did. You swayed side to side to the soft music along with many others. Most being couples. If you noticed people had their eyes on you you didn't say. You were too busy having your eyes closed as he had his with your head resting on his chest. You could hear the faint sound of his heart beat and along with the music it lulled you into a sense of security. One you never thought you would have with Jung Hoseok himself. It's the giddiness after doing so many fun things you told yourself. Pretending to love Hoseok isn't hard but you do have to admit that you were having fun.

When the music comes to an end and something more upbeat starts you open your eyes and pull away from him. He lets you as he looks down at you and smiles.

"See," he says. "It wasn't that bad."

You give a small smile.

He takes you by the hand and walks through the crowd that formed when they noticed it was Lord Hoseok with his lovely lady. Neither of you two acknowledge it. Instead he takes you far away towards an area with round tables and chairs around them. You read the sign and see that it says 'Pumpkin Carving' and you see a little image of a jack-o-lantern staring back at you. Now this you really wanted to do. Maybe Hoseok is right about wanting to heal your inner child because this caught your attention the moment you saw it.

Hoseok pulls you along with him as you come to a barn like building that houses pumpkins upon pumpkins. Two women man the station and accept payment for the pumpkins that are chosen. Hoseok does the same and you don't miss the way the women stare at him with something in their eyes, but you know he wouldn't pay them any mind so long as he considered you the love of his life.

"Come on," he says. "Let's choose our pumpkins."

You walk into the barn and search the area for a pumpkin that catches your attention. You don't want anything too big nor too small so when you find the one you want you're quick to take it. Hoseok chooses one that's slightly bigger than yours and before coming to a table he digs out of the bucket near the front carving knives as well as a marker and rubbing alcohol and a cloth from right next to it.

Your pumpkins land with a light thud on the table you choose before you look at everyone else who's doing this. You see the way they draw on the pumpkin with a marker and from there, with the carving knives, they cut their way through. The alcohol and cloth you see is to rub away any marks left behind from the marker that were not cut away.

"You have an idea of what you want to make?" Hoseok asks.

"Honestly no. I've never done this before so doing the basic sounds good enough to me."

He smiles. "Basic is always a good choice."

You watch as he draws the face he wants before handing off the marker to you. You mimic him and choose something simple. Something you've seen in movies and TV shows. When it comes time for carving you realize what a chore it is. Cutting off the top to gut the pumpkin and leaving it bare alone is work in of itself. Hoseok is about to ask you if you've ever had roasted pumpkin seeds but stops himself. When you ask him what's up he tells you and you admit that you actually have. He's happy to know this and brings up how he'll make sure to tell the servants to have some made sometime this season.

Your hands feel gross covered in the pumpkin innards but you wipe them on the cloth once you're done. It's here now that both you and Hoseok start to cut away at the shapes you drew. It's almost a cathartic feeling. You don't know how to explain it but it just feels that way to you.

Spending time like this with Hoseok is different but nice. He sees it as doing something nice with his partner while you see it as doing something fun for yourself. Though you know you wouldn't be here right now if it weren't because of him. An annoying reminder. But there wasn't any time for those thoughts. Remember: you're supposed to pretend to fall in love with him.

With every slice and pull your jack-o-lantern is coming together. Your lines aren't the straightest but you can easily tell what it is. Hoseok's skilled hand though, as he's done this before, easily makes it come to life. When the two of you are done you sit down on the chair and stare at your pumpkin with a smile.

"You like it?"

You look up at Hoseok and nod with that same smile on your face. "It was fun."

A heart shaped smile takes over his lips as he readies the cloth and alcohol.

He wipes away the black lines left behind from what he drew and takes the time to do the same with your pumpkin. You look at him as he does this and for a moment you feel sad. Sad because now more than ever Hoseok looks like any other person just trying to do their best. A date wanting to impress. A man with emotions that claims that he cares. But that's all been ruined a long time ago. It hasn't really been that long since you've been with him but it feels like it. Every single day you've spent with him since the moment you two first met. It feels like forever ago and along with that forever comes disdain to overshadow everything. It's sad really but you can't make this better with him. Not even if you tried to actually fall in love with him. That ship has sailed a long time ago.

"There." Hoseok says.

He draws you out of your thoughts and you see that both yours and his pumpkins look clean. They smile at you and you smile back.

"We can put these in the car now and come back to do other things if you want."

You look around you to see what else you would like to do but you are hit with a chill. You have long sleeves on but nothing else to cover up with. It's starting to get dark you note and along with that comes chilly nights. It felt good out when the sun was at its highest but now not so much.

Your eyes draw over to a booth that sells funnel cakes. It's caught your attention before back when you had your face painted. So you point it out.

"How about we put the pumpkins away then we come back for that?"

You hum. "Okay."

"Okay," he says with a smile.

The two of you carry your freshly carved pumpkins back to the car. There are more cars in the lot than there were earlier and that's saying something because this place was already packed as is. Another chill hits you and you tremble a little. Your bones feel like they're trying to rattle and you have to clear your throat a little to try and pretend like the chilly night isn't bothering you. Hoseok does catch on to it though because he asks if you're okay and you shrug.

"Just a little chilly tonight but I'm fine."

His brows draw together. "Are you sure? We can leave now if you want."

"But what about the funnel cake?"

You both reach the car where you stand close to him as he unlocks it. He places both yours and his pumpkins in the back seat before closing the door. After his hands are free he turns to you and hugs you close to him.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable though." He kisses your forehead. "How about this: you stay in the car and I'll go get the funnel cake. Does that sound good?"

There wasn't much else you wanted to do besides get that so you nod your head.

"Good," he says. "Hop in the car then. I'll be right back."

"Wait."

He stops what he's doing and you know you're going to be laying it on thick here but you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his lips. It doesn't last for too long but it still snatches both of your breaths away. His eyes look heavy with affection and you think you see a hint of lust.

"Don't take too long, okay?"

He bites his lip to try and contain his smile. "Okay."

You let him go to hop into the car. His eyes follow after you and it's when you're safe inside does he lock the doors and heads off to get you your funnel cake.

When he's a reasonable distance away you sigh. When you get the go from Minjeong on where you'll be staying you'll finally be at peace. Even more so when you're actually gone from this stupid place.

You tongue your cheek as you look at everyone in the distance. They're so happy and unsuspecting. The devil makes his way through them and they haven't got a clue to who he really is. It's sickening really but you have to get it together. If you want to make it out you just have to.

You know what's to follow when you get back home. You'll be glued to his side and he'll more than likely want to see how far your "affection" goes. This is as new to him as it is to you. Sex and all of that is nothing new but coming from a participant who would normally fight back and now they aren't? Because they are possibly falling in love? Finally? Yeah he's going to want to explore more of this. You're not a great actress but you figure in his blind love for you that he'll overlook that. You just have to learn not to push it too much otherwise you'll look suspicious. For every step you take and every action you make you have to learn to take it easy. Take it slow because it's not like you fell for him overnight. No, it has to be like you're starting to feel something and you're slowly expressing that to him. Act self-concious over your feelings and show that to him. Maybe then he'll believe you.

You hope this plan works as best as the next. There's not much else you can figure out to do on your end besides stay quiet about everything, but you have to help in some way. You've already given up your body to Hoseok though that's a long story. What's to say you can't give it up completely? Willingly. At least for now.

You see Hoseok making his way back to the car with a plate of funnel cake with him. He looks so unsuspecting but you can't bring yourself to feel bad. Not entirely at least.

He unlocks the car and hops in, turning it on to warm things up a little before handing you the plate. You can smell the treat and take a piece off so you can taste it. You make a sound of approval making Hoseok smile.

"It's good, right?"

"Mhmm. I don't know what I expected but I like it."

He reaches over to grab a piece for himself.

You hum. "You ruined me, you know."

Hoseok looks at you with brows drawn together. "What?"

Licking your lips you swallow the food in your mouth. "I'm going to want this all the time now."

At the realization of what you meant he breaks into a smile and giggles.

"Anything for you, my love. You ask for it and I'll provide."

"Do you know how to cook," you ask.

He nods. "I do actually. Despite having servants my mother wanted to teach me. She said if for whatever reason I need to eat and no one is available then I can take care of myself." He shrugs. "Just one of many things she taught me."

"That's nice."

"Do you know how to cook?"

"I do but I never did it much. My expertise was in cleaning and taking care of the garden so despite being taught how to I never really cooked."

Hoseok leans back a bit to look at you but he does so with a small smile. "Well I can always cook for you. For us. I don't mind."

You smile back at him though it's a little awkward.

He continues to stare and lets you finish off the funnel cake. You offered it to him but he said no. That he was fine. The staring is unnerving though and so when you shift your eyes towards him you give a look of discomfort.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Hoseok chuckles. "Sorry it's just... Nevermind."

You bring the plate down to your lap and frown. "Tell me."

He shakes his head. "It's nothing major. It's just that you look beautiful and I wonder how I got so lucky in having you to myself."

There he goes. Saying sweet nothings you can't relate to. But you push that aside. You have a role to play.

You look off towards the side bashful and mumble "I could say the same thing."

He heard it and you imagine it makes his heart flutter because his hand comes up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss.

You're careful to not let the crumbs on the plate fall over onto the floor but you reciprocate the kiss. Your lips slotting perfectly with each other. You want to deepen it but Hoseok pulls back leaving you disappointed once again today because it's like he's dangling the high above your head.

He smiles at you. "You taste like funnel cake."

You laugh. "Yeah I wonder why."

He chuckles and leans back to extend his hand towards you. "You done?"

You hum in agreement and watch as he grabs the empty plate and leaves to toss it out.

You relax your shoulders. You don't know when you grew so tense but you have to change that. The idea of that makes you sigh.

You started this, you think. Might as well see it to the end.

[lesinquietes]

Just a lil peek at Thief Chapter 32 🔥 it’s gonna be a long one

Summary: As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to. Mdni.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Psychologist!Fem!Reader

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You limp over to the broken window. Your overseer follows shortly behind. Cautiously, you stick your head outside and peer down the street. Now, the Iceman is hovering far above ground, on a flat glacier of his own architect. Frosty pellets fly through the sky around him, creating a violent tornado. Gazing up, entirely unfazed by the magnificent display, is Dabi.

There’s blood on the ground. Your heart rises to your throat. He was hit by some of the ice. Could it be that the strength of this person’s meta ability surpasses that of his own? You don’t know who you’re rooting for anymore. Conflicted, you can do nothing but watch.

“To be quirkless is to lack power!” The concealed fiend declares, commanding his power with expert precision. “And to be complicit with the dogs of this state is to die!”

Begrudgingly, Dabi agrees with him. It’s the reason he pushes himself to keep training. It’s the reason he wants to be stronger than Shoto, stronger than Enji. It’s the reason he knows you need him more than you think. To lack power is to be a sacrificial lamb. If he doesn’t feast on your innocence, someone else will. Maybe another Seagrave. Maybe someone who actually fucking deserves you. Either way, the thought of you, splayed open for another, makes him want to carve his birth name into your back; it makes him want the world to know you’re his woman.

Despite ruling over it — with their rigid, outdated morals and ideals — heroes don’t know what to do with this society. People are not static over time; people are not black and white. People change based on their environment and what’s been hard-coded into their DNA. The government seems to think there’s a place for everyone in this society, that anyone can fit in and be successful if they try their best. But what happens when their best isn’t good enough? What happens when the world is filled with Enjis, who will project their toxicity onto their own children, poisoning their minds like a slow, lethal inhalation of asbestos, and when the world of teeming with Reis, who are content to feign the role of a helpless bystander, with all the means to do right by the victim crying right in front of them?

Stain was right when he declared this world is overflowing with fake heroes. That’s why the League is necessary; that’s why he’s necessary. Someone needs to cull the herd.

“You talk too much shit.” Dabi remarks. “I thought we were fighting.”

You gasp when you witness him catch a rogue pellet that barrels through the air, evaporating it on impact. He doesn’t feel the difference in temperature; he’s running scalding hot. Above him, his foe collects all the ice he gathered from the freezers and vending machines. The intention is to bring judgement down on him, pelting him to a pulp from the sky.

“I thought we were just warming up.” He deflects coolly. “Don’t think I'll let your little campfire melt my ice this time.”

Little campfire. Pathetic. Too pathetic to protect her. His words become too much for Dabi to contain.

[persesphonestears]

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[kurokawaia]

❛ PORCELAIN ❜

YANDERE! Nakahara Chuuya X Fem!Reader

WC; 2.5k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, YANDERE!! THEMES, non-con into dub-con, pet names: Doll, abuse, imprisonment, SMUT!! + more

𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) - ANON

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: Chuuya shows you what happens when you try to leave him, you will forever be his pretty porcelain doll. You're so fragile, how could you survive out in the real world if you can't survive him? He say's he won't hurt you, but his definition of hurt, is different to something you will never understand

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The room you were in felt like a prison. 

It is a prison. 

Your eyes worriedly followed Chuuya's pacing, clean black dress shoes clicking agasint the tiled floor, the sound resonating through the room. The speed of his walk was slow, meaningful, and your eyes trailed him, lips gently quivering in fear, wondering what you had done. 

But you knew what you did. 

Chuuya's gaze then moves to you, his icy blue eyes pricing into your own. Your eyes snap down to the floor, afraid of meeting his iris'. His presence was suffocating and it was causing your throat to close up while your hands balled into fists at the soft, plush, red velvet throw that was over the king bed. As your breathing gets harder, so does the metaphorical red velvet noose around your neck.

You were stupid, so so stupid. You had really thought you could run from him in the dead of the night. The night was still, it was a silence that could have lulled anybody into a false sense of security, not just you. And you fell for it. 

Your body moved cautiously around your shared house he forced you to live with him, and you were careful not to make any noise on the tiles as you quietly made your way towards the door. The churning in your body, and your stomach became more prominent because you were in fear. Fear of what would happen to you if Chuuya were to find his pretty little porcelain doll guilty. 

As your fingers brushed up against the cold door knob, the tips of your fingers only slightly grazed the iced, silver metal, a sinking feeling gnawed at your insides. You didn't have the time to process what the feeling indicated because a cold hand tightly gripped your wrist with a crushing force. 

A frightened gasp slips past your now quivering lips, your heart had leapt into your throat and your eyes were blown wide at the sight of Chuuya over your shoulder. But it wasn't too long until your body was pressed against the door. Now immobile, Chuuya's grip moved to both your hands, pinning them above your head while your breasts and tummy were pinned inescapable to the door. 

Chuuya's free hand was tightly massaging the flesh of your waist and hips, his hand already under the silk material of your pyjamas. His voice was low, barely containing the rage he was feeling, "Where do you think you're going, doll?"

The words sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head slowly to peak out from the side, the side of your cheeks pressed against the oak wood. His eyes were unmistakable, they glowed in the dim light caused by the moon. Chuuya was always intense, his affection overwhelmed you. 

Chuuya... he... teriffies you.

Your skin was tainted with his nonconsensual touches, his bruises that stained your skin. But, the way Chuuya is looking down at you know, this... was different and it rattled you down to your core with fear. 

"I... I just needed some air," you lied, your voice trembling. 

But Chuuya wasn't buying it. 

His grip tightened, his body pressed hard against your own closer until you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, the warmth trailing your neck. Chuuya's lips grazed your already red and purple-stained neck

"Air, huh?" he murmured, his tone mocking as his eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign of deception. "Do you think I'm stupid? That I wouldn't notice you trying to run away from me?"

The air around you felt heavy between you both. Chuuya's expression twisted into something almost unrecognizable.

"After everything I've done for you," he hummed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've given you everything, and you still want to leave me?"

His fingers brushed your cheek, almost tenderly, but the gesture felt like a threat. "I told you before, didn't I? You're mine. No one else can have you, not even yourself."

Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to push him away, but it was futile. He was too strong, too determined. Chuuya leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You're not going anywhere, doll," he whispered. "You can try to escape, you can run as far as you like, but I'll always find you. I'll always bring you back."

His other hand traced down your arm, his touch burning through the fabric of your clothes. You could feel his heart pounding, the possessiveness rolling off him in waves. 

He was everything—your captor, your tormentor, and in his twisted mind, your savior.

"Why do you make me do this?" he asked, his voice breaking as if he were the victim in this sick game. "I just want to love you, to take care of you. But you make it so difficult..."

You felt his lips on your neck, now nibbling on your sensitive flesh, and you had only then realised that the grip on your wrist and waist had left indented purple bruises. Tears streamed down your cheeks.

 "I guess I'll have to teach you," he murmured against your skin, "what happens when you try to leave me."

Chuuya pulled back, his eyes boring into yours, the madness in them clear as day. "You belong to me," he said, every word dripping with possessiveness. "And I'll make sure you never forget that."

And that's what happened for you to be in this situation, and you still are sitting here, on the edge of the bed, watching Chuuya's slow pacing with fear etching deeper and deeper into your soul. 

You were so terribly frightened.

Your body unconsciously flinches when Chuuya's leather-gloved hand reaches to cradle your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his own. You were surprised at how gentle his touch was but you know deep down that it was an act. Full of Deception. A few moments passed and his grip became tighter, his hold turned into one of unmovable iron. 

"You've ruined me, you know that?" Chuuya says slowly, a small smile grazing his lips, and the sight made you churn. "I can't breathe, I can't think without you. It's like you've poisoned me, and now you're the only cure." He inched closer, and the warmth of his hoarse breath put waves of warmth upon your lips. His eyes, staring at yours with such intensity, felt like they would burn you from mere contact. But there was no escaping. 

There was no way to wiggle oneself out of this iron clamp on your chin. You were trapped, barreled in—into the suffocatingly strong presence and sickly adoration in his gaze. "I've done things, terrible things," Chuuya lowered his voice further, as though to detail some great secret. "All for you. I've bled for you, killed for you, torn myself apart just to keep you safe, to keep you with me." His touch was almost gentle, accidentally tender because in his eyes, the darkness seemed to linger as if edging the gesture to be strong in the wrong way. He trailed his other hand down your arm, his fingers just skimming your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "And I'll keep doing it," he murmured, voice laced with such intensity it made your poor heart hammer in your chest, "I'll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me. I'll burn the world to the ground if that's what it takes to keep you by my side." His lips feathered against yours with gentle pressure, nudging into yours. The first press of the kiss was gentle at first, almost tender, but there was an undercurrent of something, want and need. But you could feel the possessiveness seep in that blossomed. 

Chuuya was now kissing you like a starved man. His tongue forced itself past your trembling lips and plunged into your mouth, they want to consume you, to want more of you. He wants to swallow you whole, to be one with you and you with him so you will never separate. 

And when he finally pulled away, you were gasping for breath, your head spinning from the sheer force of that kiss. And Chuuya didn't stop, clutching onto your shoulders, his hands with nails digging into the skin, pressing his forehead raggedly and hot from breath onto yours. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice shaking with need. "You don't get how much I need you. How much I love you. It's sick, I know it is, but I can't stop. I don't want to stop." Either he pulled back just enough so that he could look you in the eyes, full of feral, desperate love, that had your gut twist with both fear and something else, something you couldn't just put a label on. "And if you tried to leave me again? Well, I don't know what I would do, I might just lose my mind. I might hurt you. Just so you'd never want to leave again."

But he's hurt you before, he's bruised you now, he's always abusing you. His fingers slid down your arms, firm yet gentle, and his grip on your wrists pulled them back as he bent close, his lips hovering just above yours. "But I don't want to hurt you, love. I want to protect you, to keep you safe, to make you mine in every way." Almost with an agonized look in his eyes, as if he wanted you to understand and take this love he was offering you, twisted as it was. 

"I can't live without you," he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his obsession. "And I won't let anyone take you away from me. Not ever." It was as though the walls were closing in, and Chuuya's words were pinned to you and bound around you firmly, much like chains, in such a way that no opportunity for escape arose. You could see madness in his eyes—the way he loved you twisted him into something else, something dark and dangerous. And deep down, you knew he had you cornered, bound by Chuuya, he had you wrapped up in his life and soul, is what he'd say, is what you'd see. You were his, belonged to him, his, porcelain doll, bound to him through a love intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Chuuya leans back into your body, lips locking with yours, desperation seeping through and you can feel it. You could feel yourself sinking deeper into the dark abyss that your captor was creating for you. No one could rescue you, no salvation could be had from the sickening, all-consuming love you fell victim to. You will forever be held captive by him. 

A yelp leaves your mouth when Chuuya falls on top of you, pressing you flat down to the bed.

"Be quiet," he whispered into the shell of your ear before biting it and you let out a whimper causing him to raise a brow at your reaction.

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Chuuya's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Chuuya moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against yours and you whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up against your stomach. His lips mingled with mine his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

He was so rough with you, borderline assaulting you and why did you feel so good now?

Chuuya groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his ginger hair and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay," Chuuya hums. "You'll be okay."

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to yours making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off the pain that's probably soon to come. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Chuuya whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

You moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

You feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Our moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip Chuuya held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. Chuuya continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

You say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-"

"I'm close-," He groans.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into Chuuya's bare chest causing Chuuya to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you. After a few more pumps Chuuya came, letting a few more rolls of his hips into you to help ride out both our highs before he pulled out slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

You enjoy the sex.

You love him.

You fell in love with him.

The man who abuses you, bruises you and marks you as his own.

You will never escape him.

You'll be his porcelain doll forever.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc.Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | bsd m.list

[nina-renmen]

I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

[diejager]

Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

Reminder : My blog contains dark/yandere content and have 18+ fanfics, so MDNI with NSFW fics. I also do fluff and angst. All my works are fiction : I don’t own any of the characters I write for; there might be triggering subjects - please see the warnings before reading. None of the gifs or visuals I use in my fics are mine.

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Phantom Frost Line* |

Price announced that a new Sergeant - Sergeant Winter - would be joining their Task Force. You’re a new face, unknown to Ghost and he isn’t too keen about the news; you’re too nice, soft and innocent, you’re too normal to be trustworthy. If he can’t find faults in your character, he’ll find some in your skills, specializations, anything until he’s prouvent wrong, and you safe for his "family".

Big Brother (*) | r

You're - (Name) Riley - his top priority, his baby sister.

Your Number’s Up (*) | d

Pairing: Ghoap x Ghostface!reader

Johnny’s caught the attention of more than his Lieutenant.

Childhood Friend | f,d,y,r

You know him as well as he knows you - or so you thought.

A Fantasy* | d,y,r,a Choice

The portal malfunctioned and you were sent elsewhere - in another universe.

Failed Escape* | d,y,r

In moments of fear-inducing adrenaline and hope, you’re driven to escape your captor, but all of your efforts are thwarted in the end and he isn’t as forgiving as he says he is.

Halloween Party* | d

Pairing: cannibal!Ghoap x fem!reader

You follow two men into their car and bed with the promise of a good time.

Surprise Visit* | r,d Pairing: stalker!Ghost x reader

You know these streets like the back of your palm, yet you’ve never once caught the man in black with a staring problem.

You Trust Your Brother, Yeah?* | r,d Pairing: Stepbrother!SImon x stepsister!reader

You have a rather unorthodox relationship with your stepbrother. Though he is a caring and gentle teacher in things you aren’t familiar with.

Fluffy sex* Wraith* Mask prank Idea: cannibal and kidnapper Ghoap*| d Stay, Pup* | r Soft!Stepdad!Simon* | r,f Saloon | f No Escape | r,d,y The Past* | f,r Tall!reader* | f,r One bed trope | r,f

[clutterclownstories]

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What I do write:

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-X Cis Male Reader

-X FTM Male Reader

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I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrigston

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan

-Marvel

Thor

The Hulk

Iron Man

Wolverine

Black Panther

Caption America

Dr Strange

Deadpool

Loki

Vision

Shang Chi

Eddie Brock

Hawkeye

Ant Man

Star Lord

-DBH

Connor

Hank

Markus

Elijah Kamski

Open to more requests of characters (no nsfw of these characters)

-DC

Bruce Wayne (Comics)

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Open to more requests of different characters

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Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Muichiro Tokito

Sanemi Shinazugaws

Open to more requests!

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Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

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BDSM

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[butterbabyflapjack]

༄ Gold Gilded Leash

Derek Goffard (The Price of Flesh) x fem!reader

DISCONTINUED.

You really should have killed him when you had the chance.

Once upon a time, there lived an unfortunate woman minding her own business, struggling just to get by. Until one lovely, fateful day, when she just so happened to be at the very wrong place at the very wrong time.

Knocked unconscious. Kidnapped. Auctioned off as property. An item for one lucky bidder to do with whatever they pleased. And her life which was stolen, was traded - for some undisclosed yet assuredly exorbitant price - to one flaxen-haired, gold-blooded monster who paid the top of daddy’s dollars to hunt her down.

It’s funny, looking back.

Right?

It’s funny?

What you’ve been reduced to?

And you thought you had it bad back then.

Tumblr chapter directory: one • two • coming soon...

ao3

Derek belongs to @gatobob

Warning tags: explicit sexual content, forced oral sex, Derek owns you, graphic depictions of violence, obsession, wrath, punishment, yandere, rape/noncon, highly dubious consent, variations of noncon to con, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, kidnapping, escape attempts, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, knifeplay, bloodplay, rough sex, possessive sex, death threats, dead dove: do not eat, sadism, masochism, breathplay, choking, warning: Derek (the price of flesh), Derek might lend you to others, others might steal you for some fun, additional tags to be added as this debauchery continues

CHAPTER ONE: Gold Blooded...

Author's Note: I fully intend to slander this man whilst also paying homage to my inexplicable love for him.

I’m planning on bringing Derek’s brother into this, “Matt” - whom I’m assuming is actually named Matthew, and since I've yet to see his personality fully established I’ll be taking some liberties to make his and Derek’s relationship super toxic and competitive. As for exactly how he’ll behave in this story, what makes him tick, etc. etc… I guess you’ll have to wait and find out~

Please heed the evolving warning tags.

This is to kick things off for a TPOF discord prompt, which is to honor my favorite ending in the game. This is actually my second fav, because my actual fav is perfect just the way it is, I have nothing to add.

Well, actually…

Well shit okay maybe now I’ll have to write about that too.

- ANYWAY -

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You don’t remember what happened prior. How you were knocked unconscious, how you were bound and stolen and dragged.

All you remember after the throbbing darkness was that room.

It all started in that dim, octagonal room.

Three windows, each tinted black.

You could barely see the hint of an eldritch glow behind each pane of darkened glass, flicking into life whenever each of its occupants’ voices scratched out from an accompanying speaker overhead; each unseen room beyond pulsing on and off with a different color each time its tenant chose to speak.

Blue. Green.

Red.

“Oh ho~ This is an interesting one!” the cheerful voice of the unseen announcer observed, readying to spout off another question. A list of strange and degrading inquiries you’d already stumbled through a number of, designed - by all appearances - to ‘whet the appetites’ of whomever ended up paying to take a bite. “Are you a virgin?”

You’d been recoiling in on yourself ever since you woke up in this sterile, suffocating place, more and more with every new question asked. But this one really took the cake on the whole ‘what the fuck is happening!?’ scale, taking your thudding heart-rate up a notch with it.

You didn’t want to answer. You don’t know why you did. Maybe because you saw no point in lying? Confused alarum has a way of making it hard to think.

“I…” swallowing against the dryness of your throat, your nervous eyes tore about the room, flicking from one silent, dark window to the next, “...yes.”

A pause, as your answer was digested by those who sought to purchase.

Crimson light glowed into life behind the red window, and with it the sharp, masculine voice of its bidder.

“220.”

Soft blue light flicked behind the darkened room adjacent, with a woman’s voice scoffing through the speaker above the glass.

“Ugh,” she loured, sounding to suppress an eyeroll. “You’re disgusting.”

The red bidder’s wrath was immediate, barked from his speaker, lashing at the walls. “Shove a sock in it bitch!”

“230,” the woman smoothly returned. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with her.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll show you first hand! 240!”

You heard the announcer chuckling softly, his amusement somewhat smoothing the tension that was swiftly rising in the room.

“Let’s save our passion for the main event, shall we?" he asked. "And speaking of which… we’ve only one question left for our lovely, special item!” His pause extended only for the length of his unseen smile, as his attention was undeniably redirected from his potential customers to you. “Final question. Who would you like to go home with, sweetheart?”

You stared, nonplussed, from darkened room to darkened room. Staring, as they all stared back. Your fingers curling and uncurling nervously at your sides, scraping at the outsides of your thighs. Your terrified expression barely mirrored back to you upon each hushed plane of glass.

You were alone in standing there, at the center of the octagon, and yet you could feel every pair of eyes watching you. Every person in that room. Waiting. Watching.

You didn't know what to do, hadn't known ever since awakening there. Did it even matter what you said? What you’d been saying? Was there even close to a right answer to anything that would result in your being bought and sold like cattle?

You hadn’t yet determined the answer, if there even was one, when your finger was already tremulously pointing at the room of the current highest bidder; the cocky man in red.

You could still barely comprehend what had happened to you, for you to be standing where you were now; could barely wrap your mind around what was going to happen as a result. But if that man was going to buy you anyway, you might as well try and get on his good side first. You didn’t know what he wanted, but your mind was spinning with horrible, dark ideas.

In truth, he was the last person you wanted to go home with. He seemed impatient, volatile, easily tempted to violence. But you could feel his interest already in your bones. Could feel his eyes scraping over you. The obscured intensity of his presence wrapping fingers round your heart.

Some part of you already knew he wasn’t going to leave this place without you in his pocket. And the smirk in his red-velvet musing seemed to seal the suspicion as truth.

“Ohhhh~?”

The subdued delight which curled his voice bent all your fear in wrong directions.

You were too terrified to hear the bids and bickering which followed. It didn’t matter. In your mind, he’d already won.

“Sold!”

You were knocked unconscious again shortly after that – a sharp jab felt in your ankle that had you seeing double, and once again your world was whisked to darkness.

The next thing you saw was a handsome, chiseled face smirking lightly down at you. Something gritty, like sand, blazing at your back, sticking to your skin. The jewel of a blinding desert sun a halo behind the devilish grin towering over you, his teeth impossibly white against his tanned skin.

Messy blonde hair. Jacket undone. Kohl smeared haphazardly beneath his lower lashes.

He looked excited to see you.

“Wakey wakey…!”

His turquoise eyes edged with harsh amusement at whatever foggy, coming-to expression you barely managed to scrounge together for him – only for your face to twist with pain as he sunk into a crouch, grabbing a rough fistful of your hair, jerking your head up and off the ground enough for you to get a shaky look at your surroundings.

Men in masks, standing in a lazy half-circle in front of you, some holding weapons. You, in nothing but your underwear. And a few more like you – stripped, bound, strewn in the sand, staring about themselves in absolute terror.

Your swift rise in trepidation joined the savage tide of theirs.

“You’re up just in time for the fun~”

Everything that happened next tore past you in a grisly, red-hewn blur. The unfortunate woman bound right beside you, half-crumpled in the sand, singled out by those who brought you there. "First blood," a behemoth man in a lizard mask called it. "It really sets the mood for the rest of them." She was dragged forth by one of her wrenched-back arms as she sobbed and cried and pleaded with them to stop, begging with them not to hurt her.

You saw them crowding around her, the man who bought you angling his knife at her throat.

"Keep begging..."

A man masquerading as a silver jackal stabbed a switchblade in one of her thighs, and her begging seized, clawing out shrilly. Blood in the sand, soaking through with sun-warmed crimson.

You couldn't watch any longer, your stomach twisting so tight it was a wonder you didn't actually throw up. But even with your shaking, with your teary eyes cinched closed, you could still hear them. You could hear everything. How her sobs devolved to senseless, wordless begging. Her screams. The congress of increasingly frenzied breaths and hyenic laughter. The moment mercy at last made her silent.

You were taken to a ledge of cruelty, tossed into its toothy void before you could even process what was happening.

And then those ropes which bound you were sliced through.

You were released, along with those still alive beside you. With nowhere to go but further into the endless, blistering desert sea.

You didn't ask questions. You couldn't even if you'd wanted to.

You struggled off the sand, legs shaking beneath your awkward weight as you made to run - but not before the man who brought you there caught your gaze with a cerulean, soul-piercing smirk.

“Don’t let me find you, rabbit,” he said, seemingly amused, though there was nothing beyond terror about that moment. He seemed to be envisioning something as he eyed you. Something hidden in the shroud of his thoughts. “I’m still hungry.”

His laughter bit at your heels as you stumbled, as you turned, as you ran as far as you could away from him.

Days passed. Sun-drunk days filled with colorful arrays of atrocities you'd rather not recall.

You no longer had the strength to run. You were stumbling blindly, then; skin ragged from the continual beating of the desert heat, with never a cloud to spare you. Your eyes dry, not a tear left to them. Your lips sand-bitten and scorched from lack of water. The constant threat of what might happen to you, of what had happened to everyone else... the constant barrage of adrenaline forcing you, always, toward fight or flight, filling up and shredding through your veins…

It was more than enough to strip your sanity. To leave it hanging by tatters that continually splintered and tore away.

There wasn’t much left. Sanity. Time.

If one of those psychos didn’t kill you first, the heat or lack of water would.

You were going to die out there.

And that’s when he found you.

Again.

'Derek', if that was even his real name. Only, this time…

This time, despite it all, despite everything…

You were a little more prepared.

You’d sunk the dagger in his gut before he really had a chance to stop you. It’s not like he suspected that you’d somehow, miraculously, obtain any kind of weapon out here in the middle of fucking hell.

You’d stumbled back from his complete and utter shock upon sighting the hilt sticking out from beneath his ribs, but not before yanking the knife back out again, unwilling to leave yourself without it. Nearly tripping over yourself with how you couldn’t drag your eyes away from him, his pained gasp and angry breathing filling your ears. From how he uselessly clawed at his freely bleeding wound. The wound you'd just gifted him.

You’d stabbed him. You really did it. And yet, beyond his outrage, his profound disbelief, he was soon to find his usual smirk. Was smirking even then. Gaze half-lidded with the pain, his eyes such a dangerous cut of gemstone that you couldn’t escape them. Held, hunted, snared.

His wrath, his every gritted tremor as he grimaced through the agony, made his eyes glint that much more harshly as they bore like spearheads into yours.

“Oh, rabbit… ” he’d rasply mused, one corner of his lips curling as he watched your faltered steps. “You’d better fucking kill me.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. The cogs in your mind unturning.

Something in you balked. Panicked. A spark of fright that made you act without thinking.

You'd turned.

You ran.

You'd left him there, hearing him collapse to his knees behind you. Hoping his wound would end him with every beat of you sprinting across the sand, with every painful heave of your lungs. Praying he'd continue to bleed, that the desert would take what you couldn’t.

You really should have killed him.

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Author's Note: If I didn’t pick a theme song for every chapter I’d die

derek goffard , bastard playlist (full disclosure some of these are pure Derek slander because it makes me laugh to think about him singing Money by Cardi b) (also there are not one but ~two~ songs named ‘tantrum’. For reasons.)

[dreamingofaizawa]

Seraphim

This has been stuck in my head for days, okay? I know it's not MHA. But it's been plaguing my thoughts. My teratophilia is swirling like a hurricane with this man at the epicenter:

Anime: Blood of Zeus on Netflix

Yandere(ish) Seraphim x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

Please make your way out of the current window if you are not over the age of 18. Thank you.

Warnings: Dub-con, body horror (?) he’s a fucking demon okay?, cumflation, overstimulation, belly bulge, creampie, size kink, kidnapping, kinda yandere-ish behavior if you think about it for a minute

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Alright, this man is a mass murderer and a complete psychopath with horrid trauma. But he’s hot, and my teratophilia and size kink are THRIVING. I couldn’t find his height anywhere but he’s probably like 7 feet tall or sum cause he TOWERS over the other people in the anime. Idk what possessed me to make this so weirdly soft. Anyway, days of horny thoughts of this man have accumulated to whatever this bullshit is.

*Polis = A Greek city-state

Enjoy the filth~

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You'd managed to duck down behind a low stone wall gating off a farmhouse on the outskirts of the polis. The demons had appeared in the treeline when the full moon was high in the sky, flooding the land in cool blue light. There was no warning as people were either killed or gathered into the square, fear wreaking havoc on the minds of men and women alike.

You had to run, get to another polis and warn them of the oncoming bloodbath. But you needed to know what was going on. Quickly, quietly, you snuck past and through homes, sticking to the shadows and creeping up on the square. You were just close enough to hear the commotion among the townspeople. The beating of large wings and a loud ‘thud’ silenced the square, and a voice boomed out.

“I am Seraphim. Leader of the people of Melidoni, the people you call demons.” You listened as he offered strength and power to those who chose to convert to their creed, their species. Those who didn’t would be slaughtered. The choices were to convert, or die. You didn’t stick around to hear who chose which fate, instead beginning to move through the shadows again.

As you neared your previous hideaway, you figured you should try to pack supplies for your journey, especially considering you had no idea how long you’d be travelling. You slipped into one of the homes and searched quietly, gathering supplies as you loaded a burlap sack. You’d been so focused on your tasks, so convinced you’d been silent and sneaky and could slip away, that you were shaken out of your focus by a loud thud just outside the stone wall lining the yard.

You froze, heartbeat in your ears as you waited with baited breath. A loud crack rang in your ears, making you jump and cower backward away from the splintered door. The figure that stepped in struck fear into every fiber of your being. He was huge, having to bend down to fit through the entrance, his shoulders nearly too wide to fit in the frame. 

His skin was deep blue-gray, darker on his extremities and the horns protruding from his head and shoulders. Red marks littered his body like rivers of lava, and his eyes were pitch black with blood red irises. His left eye was different, a gold band in a strange shape surrounding the pool of red. Long white hair held with leather bands fell over his shoulder and down his bare chest, save for the leather strap holding his cloak on his back.

As he stood back to full height, your legs began to shake. If you weren’t paralyzed with fear, you’re sure your legs would have given out underneath you. The demon towered over you, all corded muscle and thick skin. Slowly, he lumbered closer to you, heavy footfalls vibrating the earth under your own feet. He stopped just in front of you, your chest nearly touching his abdomen as you looked up and he glared down at you.

A small smirk curved at the corner of his lips as he lifted a clawed hand, a thick finger hooking under your chin to keep your gaze up. “Hello, pretty.” His voice was deep, and you recognized it nearly instantly. This was Seraphim. The gods had forsaken you, and you’d been caught. You had a choice to make now. Convert, or die. A thumb swept across your cheek, swiping away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. 

A sound rumbled in his chest, something between a hum and a chuckle. “Don’t cry, pretty. You won’t die.” His statement had your mind reeling. Was he going to force you to convert to a demon? He wasn’t giving you a choice like all the other townspeople? He bent down so his mouth was at your ear, his breath hot on your neck and shoulder. “You’ll live, pretty, as a human. So long as you give me what I want.” 

You were afraid to ask, but it was necessary. “W-what do you want?” Your voice was so quiet you almost thought he couldn’t hear you, but his pointed ear twitching next to your face told you he could hear even your smallest breath. A hot, wet tongue laved at your pulsepoint and travelled up to your jaw. Large hands grasped your waist, squeezing and gripping lightly as his voice sat heavy in your ear. “I want you.”

Tears fell down your cheeks at the realization of what was about to happen. You were going to give your womanhood to a demon. Though it was a small price to pay for your freedom and life. You were suddenly lifted off the ground, a gasp leaving your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his thick neck where there weren’t horns jutting from his body. His hands moved down to encompass your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he moved and licked at your neck.

You were placed on the bed and he got to work undressing you, and soon your robes were a pile of fabric pooled on the ground as you lay naked before the demon. You grasped the pelts underneath you, shaking as his blood red eyes greedily raked over your form. You squeezed your eyes tight, trying to distance yourself from your current predicament, but a large hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed just lightly enough to be a threat.

Your eyes snapped open and Seraphim leaned close, his breath fanning over your face. “Don’t close your eyes, pretty. I want you to watch me take you.” With that, he released your neck and began to undress himself. Your eyes blew wide at the sight of him, a heat twisted with fear beginning to seep into your belly and between your legs. Was he even going to fit inside you?

He was as thick around as your wrist and nearly as long as your forearm, veins running up his length. Your body shook at the thought of taking him into you, afraid he’d split you in half. A deep chuckle bubbled up from his chest at the sight of your trembling. “Don’t worry, pretty. I don’t want to break you so soon. Especially since you are untainted, pure.” He lifted a hand and you watched as the claws shrank down and gray skin turned tan. His hand was now human, though no smaller than it was previously.

You didn’t know how he could know you were still a virgin, but at this point it didn’t matter. A thick finger teased up and down your folds, gathering the little slick there and moving to rub at your clit. The contact had you gasping and jerking, and his other hand gripped your hip, keeping you still as he rubbed that little nub. It didn’t take long to have you soaked, and he stopped his ministrations on the little bundle of nerves to dip a thick, long finger into your tight heat.

Even just one of his fingers was a stretch, and your walls clamped down around the intrusion. He pumped and curled his finger until you relaxed around him, then pushed a second passed the tight ring of muscle. Your fingers dug into the pelts beneath you and you clenched your jaw as you winced, the stretch burning for a few moments before you relaxed once again. His fingers curled up and hit a spongy spot inside you, making you let out a breathy moan. 

A third finger pushing into you had you squirming and whimpering, the burning stretch becoming uncomfortable, and the fourth was painful as he maneuvered his digits inside you, stretching your walls further than you thought possible. It took a bit for you to finally relax, chest heaving and sweat beading at your forehead, and he rubbed your clit harshly. It only took a few swipes for you to cum on his fingers, clenching down hard as your back arched off the pelts and your mouth fell open in a silent shout.

When you came down from the high he pulled his fingers from your core and licked his fingers clean, groaning as he sucked your juices off his digits. The feral look he shot you made your breath hitch. His hand turned back and he gripped the back of your knees, bending them so your thighs were pressed into your chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty.” You obliged, and he lined himself up with your core before pushing into you slowly.

Even just the tip of his thick cock had you wincing, nails digging into your thighs as you tried to relax around him. He growled as he slowly pumped himself into you, bit by bit, until he hit your womb and you cried out. It hurt, but it felt so, so good. He stilled his hips, allowing your fluttering walls to adjust to his size. His large hands came around your thighs to cup your face, trailing down to your breasts and toying with the flesh.

The demon had far more patience than you thought he could possess, waiting until your cunt stopped clamping down on his length before replacing your hands with his to grip your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he pumped his hips into you. With every thrust his pace became heavier and quicker, pulling heavenly, sensual noises from your throat. Your voice rang out with every snap of his hips into yours, your body on fire as the pleasure washed over you in waves.

One of his hands pulled your leg and rested your ankle just beside his neck, then moved down and began rubbing at your swollen little clit. The knot in your belly tightened quickly, burning hot in your abdomen until it finally snapped and your legs shook with your orgasm. He slowed to a stop and pulled out of you, flipping you over and yanking your hips back, a hand pressing into your back so your face was in the pelts and your ass was high in the air.

He filled you in one thrust and began a bruising pace, bending over you and biting marks into your shoulders, claws digging into the flesh of your hips. Growls and grunts filled your ears, Seraphim’s deep voice harsh and heavy with lust. You were extremely sensitive from your orgasms, tears beginning to roll down your face at the pleasured pain wracking your body. His hand rubbed over your lower stomach, feeling his length pounding into you.

He grabbed your hand and held it to your stomach, his voice gravelly and heavy. “You feel that, pretty? I’m right here.” Feeling him through your skin had you falling over that edge once more, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, mouth dropping open and drool falling to the furs below you as you came hard around him.

He thrust a few more times before halting completely, filling you up with a long, low growl into your shoulder. His cum filled you, your belly distending a little with the sheer volume. Slowly he pulled out and lay you on your back, smoothing a hand over your stomach and pushing down on the bulge. You moaned out and he watched his seed gush from your gaping hole, your body trembling with exhaustion.

Your breath was ragged as you tried to steady yourself, and Seraphim dressed you just as easily as he’d disrobed you. “Can I go now?” you asked, still in a bit of a daze. His laugh shook his chest and shoulders. “No, pretty. Of course not. Your fate lies with me now.” Your brows scrunched together in confusion. “But you said…” He lifted an eyebrow. “I said you’d live if you gave me what I want. And I said I wanted you. You’re mine now, pretty.” 

You resigned yourself to your fate, too exhausted to try and fight him. He lifted you in his arms and carried you out, mounting his manticore and lifting off into the sky. You rested your head against his solid chest, soaking up the warmth from his body as you drifted off. You vaguely registered Seraphim’s voice over the whipping wind. “That’s right, pretty. Rest up. You’re mine now, you’ll need all the energy you can get.” You didn’t let his words linger in your head before your mind faded to black.