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azurlily · 1 year

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Day 1 of 31 for the yandere month May challenge. This is a yandere on the more manipulative and obsessive side. SO DARK FUCKING THEMES!!!

Annie gets jealous and finds a way to show you just how much she loves you.

Yandere!Annie Leonhart NSFW

"You're such a fucking idiot. Sadly though, you're my idiot."

You'd fucked up, bad, like real bad. You were talking to Armin and Mikasa, having a normal conversation. Annie didn't seem to agree with that, she was, to say the least. Pissed.

She didn't like the idea of you being close to anyone that wasn't her. While she was mildly okay with Reiner and Beretoldt, she only tolerated them being near you. Emphasis on the word tolerated.

Normally you were with her by normally I mean most days. She rarely let you out of her sight for these exact reasons. She doesn't trust you, but you don't know that.

When she saw Armin getting a bit too close and Mikasa seemed to be eyeing you in a not so hateful way. She was livid to say the least. You'd better pray.

She practically forced you into an empty room she somehow managed to find. Considering almost all the rooms had a purpose this was more than unusual.

"What that fuck was that!?"

Annie is the type to give you a cold glare when she's mad, but oh, when she's pissed. Then she yells, and I assure you. She was pissed.

You didn't understand why she was so mad at you, you were just talking to two friends. You tried asking her to calm down, but she only grabbed you pulling you against her.

It doesn't matter if your taller than her or not, she's the strength in your relationship. She pulls you closer to her so you're either laying you head against her neck/chest, or she has her head on your neck/chest.

"W-why? I try so hard to do good things for you and this is how you repay me. I told you my darkest secret and you still loved me...was that all a lie?"

She knows how to hurt your heart. Annie has a just as much of a soft spot for you as you do her. You felt bad and kiss her gently on the lips. You told her you love her and kiss her a few more times.

"Y-you really love me?"

You told her of course you do, and you gave her a bit of a rougher kiss. She starts moving her hands towards your hips, rubbing your thighs.

"Good, so good for me..."

She starts by getting your shirt off, next comes the gear you were wearing and then the pants. She had you fully unclothed and ready for her, while she was fully clothed.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you, [Name]. So you better show me how much you love me too."

Annie isn't one for big gestures so this was more than she was usually used to.

Annie runs her hands up and down your hips, down to your thighs, then up once more. She tells you how beautiful you are, he hands reaching up to your neck to pull you into a deep kiss.

Annie tastes like Vanilla, no doubt about that. The two of you keep kissing until she pulls back, only to latch onto your neck. She sucks and bites littles hickeys onto your body.

She's relentless and doesn't stop until she feels it's enough. Not too long later your neck and chest are covered with hickeys and bite marks. She wants everyone to know who you belong you.

Annie moves one hand down your stomach, slowly reach into your thighs. She rubs you thighs slowly opening them up, her hands run against your pussy.

She continues rubbing just your clit, before finally she stops.

"Get on the floor. I know it's dirty, but do it...now."

It was a smart idea to listen to her every word when she got like this. She gets on her knees, still fully clothes. Annie's smart, a lot smarter than you'd think. She knows what you wearing nothing and her wearing everything says about your dynamic.

She knows it reminds you whose really in control.

She pushes your thighs apart and rubs her inner thighs slowly moving up, before once again she stops. Annie is a tease, she knows that, she also knows her cold demeanor works well in situations like these. Situations where you, her little brat, need to be taught a lesson.

You whine when she stops, you hated her teasing(maybe not...) and she always did it when she was mad. You feel her harshly slap your inner thigh, she giggles a bit, giving you the softer side of her, for only a second.

"Aw, did that hurt? Well next time don't go messing with other people. Especially not someone like Mikasa Ackerman."

Annie dislikes Mikasa for a number of reasons. Her unnatural(and unnecessary) jealousy is one of those reasons.

Annie tilts her head down getting closer to your lips(not the top ones). She licks a small stripe up, and then down. And now she has you right where she wants you.

Needy and begging.

You grab her face out of reflex, trying to keep her where she is.

"Stop it. Unless you want me to stop, if so, just say the word."

She knows you wont, she knows you want her so fucking badly. She knows just how much of a slut you can be, and she loves it.

She moves her head back down and keeps licking. She doesn't push her tounge in, instead she teases you. She knows what you want and no amount of begging is going to get her to give it to you.

Finally after what felt like forever, but was really on 10 minutes. Annie gives you what you oh so desire. She plunges her tounge inside, hearing you cry out at the sudden attack makes her shake.

She sucks on your clit, and squeezes your thighs pulling them closer. She absolutely loves when you suffocate her with your thighs, it's a marvel to her. Seeing you all shaken up pulling on her hair wrapping your thighs around her face, begging for more.

She loves you it, and she knows you do too. She continues with her assault on your pussy, pushing her tounge in as deep as possible. Trying to see what spot makes you scream.

She notices that your shiver a bit when she presses her fingers against your clot while her tounge is inside you. Annie rubs your clit roughly, letting you cry and beg for her.

It doesn't matter, wether your begging for her to slow down, begging for her not to stop, or to stop all together. She's making your hers and wants everyone to hear you scream her name.

At some point she can feel your thighs restricting around her more, you're close. She doesn't stop, she doesn't slow, no, she continues to destroy your pretty little pussy with her tounge.

As you feel your orgasm building, you start to shake and writhe against her. You needed it, so, so badly. You finally cum when and she can feel, and taste it. Annie's in heaven currently, your body is just ment for her. She knows that better than anyone.

As you slowly come down from your orgasm, she pulls her head back with a mischievous smile.

"I'll give you five minutes to start thinking properly. After that were going until we get caught."

Annie wasn't taking no for an answer. She stands up and starts undressing.

"This time, that tounge of yours while be used on me."

#wlw #lesbian #aot girls #attack on titan #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #yandere month challenge #yandere annie leonhardt #yandere annie leonhardt x reader

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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽

you trust daddy with your whole heart. and the same for your newly joined family. but it's not so easy when they don't trust each other, keeping you trapped in a web of sticky strings. a/n. this is kinda supposed to go somewhere i swear, i just can't figure out at the moment what it is so i chopped it in two ♡ pt2 coming soon

.wordc. 4k tw stepcest, yandere, manipulation, daddy, stepdad atsumu, uncle samu, adultery mentions, age gap

There’s a soft rumble of thunder in the distance when you carry a tray of ice water and a few slices of lemon out to the porch, glancing at the afternoon sun as it dips closer and closer to the horizon. In a couple of hours the storm will probably reach you, letting open the floodgates and keeping you locked in, as it tends to do on days where it’s been especially hot. You let out a sigh, before pushing through the door. It’s still a bit clammy so your leggings stick uncomfortably tight to your skin, and the flowy top you have on would serve much better on the floor, but sadly that’s not really an option.

Your soft steps on the deck are disturbed only by little grunts, and you bite your lip. “I got you something to drink since you haven’t come inside yet. And you shouldn’t stay out here too long anymore,” you bend to place the tray on the floor next to him, far enough away that he won’t bump it over. When he doesn’t stop his set of push-ups, one arm folded behind his back and back glowing with a sheen of sweat, you take a step back and avert your eyes. “It might rain soon, and mom said not to let you overwork yourself again. You’re on a break for a reason.”

“Yer mom isn’t ‘ere to stop me, is she?” The blond tufts of hair are draped along his face and matted with sweat too, deep breaths and soft groans distracting as you watch the muscled lines of his back shift around each time he pushes himself back up. Not as chiseled as some younger boys with their delicate, fine lines. Atsumu is nothing like the boys your age. Robuster, set stronger and heavier and skin weathered. You couldn’t tear your eyes away if you wanted to.

“48…” he mumbles under his breath though, muscles flexing against the pull of gravity as you stand and watch. Your hands lace in front of your thighs automatically. “49… 50.” His voice is deeper now than in many of the interviews you’ve seen of him in highschool and university age, still lithe and honeyed, but rougher around the edges.

It makes sense, you guess, but it’s those notable differences that are so intriguing to you. Just the other day, your friend’s father was talking about how he’d seen the rise of the nation-wide phenomenon Miya Atsumu, along with his twin back then, and it’d sparked your friends on a little mission to find as many clips of the both of them back in the day. Clips you’d seen plenty of times, but never failed to make your chest a little tighter.

And sure enough, they had barraged you with comments of how attractive the both of them were back then, while you have to hold any sense of wrongful admiration when you fluster at his grins at the camera. They are and he is, even now. Grown entirely into his sharp features, hair a softer color and with a little bit of stubble in the mornings, it’s unfair how handsome he is. More understanding and mature than he used to be, though his wit and charm stayed very much intact. But it seems too strange to admit, and so you’re forced to just swallow it down and pretend like you don’t notice. You hate it.

Uncle Samu, as he insists you call him, is usually the softer, quieter one He sends you on your way with a whole bag full of onigiri to take home, and enjoys telling stories that somehow always seem to involve his brother in an embarrassing situation, so with him it’s easy to imagine he was always part of your family. He has that natural familiarity when he ruffles your hair or makes you laugh, it’s not weird

His hugs are warm and his compliments even warmer, taking free time out of his day to call you up every so often. You love being at the store after class, you have your own unofficial table and everything. When he shows up behind you to help you pick something from the shelves or rubs your shoulders against the soreness of the day, it’s never— this. When Atsumu does it your skin seems to tingle and twitch under his swift touches, even just the gentle hand on your shoulder or back.

Though butterflies would put it favorably. You’re not sure you actually like the feeling at all, tensing up too easily under his gaze. He seems to take pleasure in getting to you, it’s almost absurd how good he is at doing that.

He groans as he sits back up onto his knees, wiping the back of his hand under his chin, before turning his head to grin brightly your way. “Thank ya, love.” Still, it’s not like he doesn’t try, and if anything, the role of father of someone else’s child probably came much easier to him than it would for most others. He had quickly fitted in very well, it’s not like that was ever the issue. He was always gentle, always careful with you. But you’ve never been able to shake the feeling that he isn’t as gentle with others, and you don’t like feeling so small around him.

“Ya really didn’t have to,” he smiles up at you from his seated position, then reaches over to squeeze your thigh softly. You did have to, he wouldn’t have done it for himself. His touch is warm and lingers longer than you’d like, but he’s always been touchy. He sits back to pour himself a glass, before looking back at you as he goes to sit at the edge of the porch to stretch his long legs, flexing and unflexing the muscles of thick thighs. He pats the space next to him. “Are’ya keepin’ me some company?”

This sets you in motion, taking a deep breath before sitting down a bit away, to watch how he drinks the water with a contented glow. And scooting a bit closer to you, his hand finds your to give it a grateful squeeze. “Mhm,” he chuckles after a gulp, “should’ve filled ‘er up with vodka instead of water.” A laugh falls from you before you can pretend otherwise, looking away again. You know you shouldn’t stare, but lately, your thoughts drift to him at all moments of the day. Only to check if the eyes you feel on your back really aren’t there. They aren’t, so you must be going crazy. Luckily he doesn’t notice.

“Mom would kill me.”

“That’s why ya keep some things between jus’ the two of us,” he quickly quips back, before turning to face you better, “I’m not gonna tell on ya.” His free hand comes to rest at the small of your back, brushing the skin under his palm where he drags a few soft circles. “Yer not too lonely in this big, empty house all day, are’ya? I hate leavin’ my baby alone.”

“It’s alright when you’re here.” You don’t feel the need to tell him that sometimes you do miss your mom, and that the nights all three of you get to be home at the same time are some of the ones you cherish most. If he’d tell, she’d just feel horrible. Maybe Atsumu is right. Some things are better kept unsaid.

“And school?”

You smile a little at the typical questions he runs through any time he gets time off. You appreciate the little check-ups, it’s his way of trying. “Same as always. Early lectures still aren’t my favorite.” He hums in understanding, taking another sip as the air cools down the wetness of his skin. His hair is matted to his skin, and for a moment you admire that he never quite has enough of the self-improvement.

The glass is put down again as he cracks his fingers, keeping his eyes ahead. “Friends? Boyfriend?” The word lingers for a second, feeling too weighty any time it comes up. It is a topic you like to dance around, but he’s strangely persistent about that one. It seems to come up every few weeks at least, always with that cold, analytical tone. But as you watch how his hands come to rest on his uncovered thighs, you let your lips curl up, trying to lighten the mood.

“You don’t think I’d tell you?” Your mouth flattens again by the time he looks back, dark eyes roaming your features a bit too easily, he shrugs. You hate the way he looks at you in moments like this, or at least, the way it makes you feel. He makes you feel seen, and cherished. Not that you’d expect any less, you two have always been pretty close despite his incessant need to bother you any time he can. This one thing keeps his mouth shut, and you're not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want to know, or he’s dying to.

“Dunno, would’ya?” His throat bobs with a swallow, before he continues. “Tell yer daddy about all the boys?”

At the slightly strained, lopsided grin on his lips, you reach over him for the glass and take it out of his hands. The cold water cools your palms a little. You quickly drink, giggling when he forces your head forward again by pushing it down and snatches the glass back, some of the cold water running down your chin and along your neck as you cough. Swallowing, you wipe your mouth and neck, pretending to ignore the eyes boring into the side of your face and following the wet track. “Nope,” you mumble, grinning.

Then you stand, rubbing your hands on your leggings, and turn to him with heated cheeks. Chest exposed, thick, muscular thighs on display and despite some grey starting to come through at the shorter sides of his hair, he’s still ridiculously handsome. In a way that you appreciate from afar, of course. Atsumu stays quiet for a few more seconds, brows furrowed, when you lick your lips. His eyes dark and unfocused as he lets them travel along you. But you can’t figure out what he’s thinking about, and he’s clearly not going to tell. “Don’t stay out here too long or you won’t get any dinner, daddy,” you quickly say.

He motions you back inside with a little hum, tapping his hand on his thigh. But before you leave, you notice the lack of his wedding ring again today, like yesterday and the day before. A nagging sense of dread worms under your skin as you walk back to the door.

He calls you his little housewife sometimes. A little housewife, you try to correct, laughs under his breath as he thanks you for cleaning up. It’s a joke, you know that, it’s just in his nature. He doesn’t think of you as his when he watches you work in his kitchen, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He can’t. When he looks over his shoulder at you, you clear your voice. “And take a shower, you smell.”

“Ya love me anyway,” he says, deadpanned. And you -though it makes your belly heavy with something like flutters at the sentiment- don’t miss the way he swallows when you nod, mouth pulling into a tight line.

The place is finally slowing to a close when five hits, watching the last few people finish up as uncle Samu starts mopping up in the kitchen. There’s plenty of employees still flitting around as you work on finishing your assignment, people around your age too involved to pay you any mind. You could probably ask to work here this summer, the high stress environment with nice people -despite everything- seems better than your last job. When he finishes up putting everything away and shooing the last few people out the back door with a friendly smile, he takes one of the chairs and plops it down in front of you, sliding in with a flush on his cheeks. It’s the heat- it looks good on his chiseled face, makes him a bit softer.

“Are’ya still waitin’ for Tsumu?” he leans onto the table a little to catch a glimpse of the time when your phone lights up, smiling when you nod. “Figures he’s late. Hope ya don’t mind me keepin’ ya some company for a while.” You give him a grateful grin back, dusting off his shoulder from some of the rice dough. “S’not like I got people waitin’ for me at home, I can stay late.” Ah— right. It is surprising. He’s smart and funny and handsome, and just about any woman would melt at his cooking. And though he doesn’t say it, he seems like the type to want a big, happy family.

But with the stores and the employees and the moving around, it must’ve never really happened. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it though, so you’re not either. You keep comfortable conversation up until your phone rings, buzzing obnoxiously to your side. It’s always been easy to talk with Osamu though, rolling off your tongue like it would a good friend. And considering you had to bother the poor guy for an extra half an hour, you just silence it and let it ring, something that makes him laugh. “An’ yer not goin’ crazy living with him yet, are’ya? ‘Cause I have a room in the back here where we can lock him up if ya have’ta. I’ll even take the blame.”

“Yeah, I wish,” you laugh, watching the picture of you curled up on your step dad's chest fade back to back. It was a nice picture, your mom had taken it when she got home from a business trip to find you both slumped against each other on the couch with some show still playing too loud. It’d been a while ago, but it’s still a fond memory. “But I’ll have to decline anyway, you know better than anyone that he’s harmless.”

Samu hums, drumming his hands on the table a few times, before he stands with a chuckle. “Well, I don’t know ‘bout that, he is kinda obsessive over the things he likes.” He’s quiet for a second, meeting your eyes with a strange kind of intensity, before he lifts a brow. “Can’t blame ‘em. He’s one lucky guy ta’ have ya.”

Samu squeezes your shoulders right when the door is pushed open a bit too hard, letting in the chilly air. But your eyes must show your hesitation at the implication of Samu’s words -is there an implication?- because he only winks and places the bag of fresh onigiri on the table in front of you. “‘M teasin’,” he says, before sending his brother a look that shows his disapproval. Atsumu is silent as the door falls closed, casting you back into the darker atmosphere when his brother shakes his head, his muscles bulging when he crosses his arms over his chest. “I should beat yer ass.”

It sounds soft and playful, and you grab the bag with a smile as you glance over to the blond. But instead of teasing back like you expect him to, Atsumu frowns, sending you a sharp look that sends a cold, harsh shiver down your spine. Almost feels like if uncle Samu wasn’t here, something bad would happen. That doesn’t make sense, you’ve never thought that way of him before— but the darkness that lingers in the depths of his eyes is too much. Icy and pressing, nothing like the light-hearted moment that just passed. “Why didn’t ya pick up yer phone?” he says, voice low and tense. “‘Ya have any idea how worried I was?”

You swallow, staring up at him for a few more seconds with words wilting on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t force any of them into a cohesive sentence. The longer it lasts the more painful it feels, you almost bite your lip so hard you tear up. And even Samu must notice, because he sends you a little look as you get up from the chair. You didn’t mean to worry him, of course you didn’t, and you were safe and cared for. He should know that, so why the hostility? “Leave ‘er be, she was entertainin’ me a little s’all.”

He places a heavy hand on your shoulder. You suppose it’s meant to be comforting, and it would be if this didn’t make a vicious snarl tumble out of the other man. “Entertaining ya? In what way is my pretty, little stepdaughter doin’ that for ya, Samu?” Your eyes go wide as saucers when you look between the two of them, rocking back on your heels and slipping out of Osamu’s hold. It just seems to set Atsumu off more. “What happened— what did he do to ya?”

“N-no, nothing, daddy! Nothing happened,” you squeak right away, feeling the heat swell on your cheeks instantly. You can’t even bring yourself to meet Osamu’s eyes, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. “I swear, I wouldn’t-”

“I don’t know what goes on in yer head but I was just takin’ care she didn’t have ta be out in the cold.”

The blond only spares his brother the slightest of glances, painting on a well-crafted smile as he grabs your arm. Fingers wrapped too tight around the skin, pinching you hard. You’re too stunned to say anything about it, but it won’t be surprising if it leaves your arm sore tomorrow. “Good ta know she’s bein’ cared for here then. But keep yer hands off’a my property.” With a sharp yank he pulls you more behind him. “‘M sure yer plenty busy with cleanin’ up, so we’ll leave ya to it.”

You manage to find Osamu’s eyes just briefly as they flick from you, to his brother, back to you. Like he’s figuring out something you’re not seeing, slowly letting some of the color drain out of his face. Whatever it is leaves a nasty taste on his tongue, a disgust, thick and heavy. But not only is it aimed at Tsumu— you get to feel the full, blunt force of it when he looks at you again. Looks at you differently. You grab the plastic tight enough to make it sting your muscles. “Uncle Samu-”

“Go get in the car, me an’ Samu need a few minutes,” your step dad snaps, cutting you off quick enough to have your eyes widening. This doesn’t feel like protectiveness. Not a parent’s care. It’s jealousy, raging and red hot, like it’s burning your skin under his hand. You open your mouth to try again, but he turns over his shoulder to send you a look that splits your confidence in two. “Now, or else yer gonna fuckin’ regret it.”

So with that you hold your jacket and bags tighter to your chest, not bothering to give either of them a wave on the way out. You don’t dare say anything to uncle Samu either, because you’re not an idiot. You know what kind of message that must send him, having your stepdad this protective of you. It’s not normal, and therefore you’re not normal. You sit in the passenger seat with tears in your eyes for what feels like forever, glancing between the door and your phone. And even though realistically you know you did nothing wrong, and that whatever daddy is thinking isn’t true, you can’t help but feel so guilty when you think of the betrayed look in his eyes.

On the eerily quiet ride home, you hope that everything will cool down and you’ll all be slightly embarrassed but fine in a few weeks. You’re wrong. Your daddy doesn’t turn to you as he breaks the quiet of the ride home, but the deathly calm tone of his voice doesn’t settle your nerves. “Yer stayin’ in the house after class from now on. Don’t have me catchin’ ya sneakin’ behind my back again.”

Even if you wanted to, Atsumu hardly leaves you any opportunities to go behind his back in the weeks that follow. He feels bad about it as soon as it happens so you try your best not to take it to heart. He gives you a genuine apology, and explains that he’s just scared to fail you, that he’s never had someone to care about like you before. It’s different with your mom, and you understand, because of course it is. You never held being a bit overprotective against him in the first place. And you’d hate to lose the comfortable nature you’ve built. Things are— better.

But you’re still not allowed to see just about anyone outside of your direct school contacts, and with your mom gone on yet another business trip, you just see a lot of daddy. Live and breathe in his vicinity until it becomes almost weird not to have him around. Not to stand in the same bathroom as him brushing your teeth and being wrapped up in a hug before going to bed, sometimes even tucked in when you fall asleep behind your desk. One night you joke about your codependence over dinner, and he laughs so fully it makes your heart swell. As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters, right? This isn’t so bad.

But the longing for touch only grows, and daddy only gets more and more willing to provide. You miss people. You miss getting held, something that Tsumu easily picks up on. There’s very few nights you don’t end up snuggled into his side, on purpose or otherwise. Heavy, strong hands rubbing the exposed parts of your skin and clinging to your every twist and turn, keeping you safe in his arms. It’s only natural you take more when he gives, isn’t it? It’s only right when he brushes his hand along your cheek that you give in too easily. “Daddy,” you whisper, and his gentleness seems to snap, string by string.

So as much as you should’ve seen it, it’s no accident when your lips end on his. Warm and soft lips into a hard kiss, with a noise that he takes in stride. Pulled close to his heart, your breath gets clumped up in your throat and there’s shivers running down your spine. This wasn’t meant to happen, and your mom— your mom- isn’t here. She hasn’t been here. You suck in a breath when he pulls back, not enough time to even think about what is truly happening, only that he bares his teeth and grunts your name under his breath like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

You feel his lips trail hungrily down your neck, like a predator attacking feeble prey, and let him pull your arms over his shoulders as you’re kept in place. And you wish you could say that you fight, or even try to think of anything other than the warmth of his mouth on yours, his tongue pushing up against yours and dragging noises from your throat, but you have no such thought. You only tangle your fingers in his hair while he groans against your skin and kisses are trailed down more and more. His hands find your hips and push you more into the plush of the couch. “Yer mine,” he brings out, his one hand already sliding under your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders, “only my pretty girl.”

Daddy looks up at you when his lips find the valley between your breasts, kissing more slowly there and pulling the skin between his teeth just a second. You yelp, but don’t feel it for long when one of his hands slides up the inside of your thigh to wrap around him, his lower half pressing against yours. Your legs tighten around his waist. His lips on yours, molding and bending you to his shape. He breathes a laugh into your mouth, before pulling back with a grin. “That’s it, princess. Ya know whaddya want, dont’cha? I’ll give ya it.”

#miya twins #atsumu smut #osamu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #tw.yandere #tw.stepcest #tw.daddy #tw.manipulation

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keilemlucent · 3 years

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while your currently drunk you can think about what it would be like to go clubbing with keigo. His possessive nature would def jump out wanting to keep you close at all times. you’d rock against his body as he holds you close keeping a keen eye but also enjoying the way your body sways over him. if he’s also inebriated who’s to say he won’t press you against the nearest wall rubbing himself against you and whispering in your ear how he could take you right here and now 🥰🥰 just a lil something

i am seeing this sober (and with my hangover cured lmao) BUT lemme tell u... the clubbing keigo brainrot is oh so 😩💕

(nsfw)

warnings: dubcon, a little yandere keigo, alcohol, drunk reader, drunk keigo, public sex, dacryphilia

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Keigo is particularly possessive. Not necessarily in a way that is a cause for alarm, but more so something of note.

You've come to expect the way he hovers close to you in public. How he always wants to have his hands on you, whether that be the firm press of his palm on your lower back, or a tight grip on your waist with his chin hooked over your should. Really, any way he can, he stakes his claim.

It's a little more overt and shameless when the environment allows it to be.

Occasionally, there are small clubbing events for heroes and their company to unwind. Usually open bar. Frequently messy. But cell phones are confiscated at the door, so it's more than welcomed. Heroes really never get a chance to be, so why not be sloppy together?

Keigo loves to take you to them. He loves getting the chance to show you off and let anyone who looks your way that you are his. He curbs the urge in public, sure, but here? It doesn't matter. Here, there's hungry eyes that follow your every move, but they wouldn't dare try anything. Keigo doesn't let you out of his sight. Doesn't stop touching you, and he makes sure that anyone who looks sees how fucked you are for him.

After a few drinks, you’re bolder. Your words slur a bit, not enough to make him worry, but just enough for the sway and circling of your hips to be a little freer. You can get a bit bashful around so many pros, but with the stain of liquor on your lips you’re more than happy to dance the night away.

Keigo adores it. Loves that he gets to hold your hips almost to the point of bruising as you giggle and twirl to the club beats. He loves how unrestrained you both get to be, loves how you rock against him, back arching and neck craning to nuzzle of your nose against his jaw. He can’t tell if you’re just being sweet and gracious or quietly asking for more.

He has subtle restraint, he always does, but with a few shots having burned his throat earlier in the evening... it’s easier to indulge. He guiltlessly drags you back into him, grinding against your ass. You roll your hips back into his, leaning into his wandering touches. He can feel your breath hitch as his hands slip lower and plays with the hem of your dress.

Keigo wishes he had an ounce of shame (no, he really doesn’t, this is way too good) as he backs you into a darker corner, wings ruffled and raised. He gets a little rougher, pushing you up against the velour-covered wall, chest first. You flatten to it and brace yourself with sweaty palms. Sweet as can be, you flash him wobbly, wanting smile. You grind back into him, spine curved perfectly under the satin of your dress.

He knows people are watching, and honestly? Let them. Let them see how desperate you are. The strobing lights and neon obscure you enough that the details of you will be hidden, but they’ll know. Keigo’s wings ruffle at the thought debauching you in front of the impromptu, wanting crowd.

He lays his body over yours, feathers shuddering in time with his heavy breath. You’re rolling your hips back into his crotch, his cock is hard enough that he’s leaking (who knew the thought of casual ownership got him off this much?)

His lips drag over your neck, teething at the soft juncture of your shoulder. You moan his name, voice cracking with desire that makes him wild. His forearm braces next to yours, and he presses you into the wall, makes you feel the weight of all of him, wings and lean muscle.

He pulls from your neck with a growl and can’t help but pleased with the fat bruise he left behind.

“I should bruise you a collar of these,” He drips into your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe. “If fucking you here doesn’t show everyone whose you are, that would get the message across, don’t you think?”

Your breath hitches from under the palm he slips over your lower tummy.

“Please, Kei’.”

He doesn’t know what exact thing you’re begging for, but he’ll give you everything. Anything. He rucks up your dress, and a hand slipping down the front of your panties and teasing along your slit, debating.

If he were at home, he’d take the time to prepare. He prefers to work you open on his fingers and tongue for a good while before fucking you. He doesn’t feel... right fucking you without you cumming once, twice, three times (as many times as you can stand), Under normal circumstances. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

His hold slips from your hip to your jaw, turning your gaze to his and goddammit, if the sight doesn’t take his breath away. Your eyes are glassy, pupils wide and inky, and your lips are parted, perfectly. Wanting and waiting.

(He briefly debates fucking your throat but decides against it. He’d prefer to lick you clean on the limo ride home.)

Keigo presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath and licking into your mouth. It’s sloppy, he can feel the spit dripping down your chin as he massages your tongue with his. It’s fucking filthy and he loves it. The liquor is just making him ab bit more... honest.

He pulls away to unbutton his pants, untucking his breezy shirt to pull out his cock with a few lazy strokes. The little whine you give has him back on you, covering your body with his and teasing you sex with a single finger over your panties.

“I’d make you beg,” he muses, softly against your ear again, “But I have a feeling you’re a little too impatient to do so properly.”

You sputter something, whether it’s a denial or affirmation, Keigo doesn’t care. He’s already pulling your panties to the side, and slipping two fingers between your lips, hardly prep at all things considered.

Keigo spits down onto his dick and calls it good enough.

You rock back into him, shuddering and panting. You’re unabashed in it, ignoring the eyes in the room, all of your attention on him. The thought makes his cock twitch in his hand, and he can’t wait any longer.

He hikes one of your legs up high and spears into you in one swift motion with a beat of his wings.

Your breath punches from your lungs and your palms smack against wall. You’re already weak in his arms, from the alcohol and Keigo’s thick cock splitting you. Despite the lack of preparation, you’re less tense than you could be. Thank god for vodka.

All the same, Keigo starts slow. He wants you to hurt when this is over. He wants you to bear his bruises and imprints. You should be limping when he’s done with you. He’ll take care of you at home, patch you up how you both like so much, but for now--

He wants to leave an... impression.

Keigo picks up at his pace, gasping out a breath as he bottoms out, grinding against your ass and insides in a way that has you clenching and slurring out little pleas for more. And god, he’s happy to oblige.

He picks up his tempo, hand slipping tightening around your jaw, tucking your face to his and nipping at your lips. Your claw at the wall in front of you, but all of your leverage is in Keigo’s hands, and he uses it well.

The beat of the of the club music is the perfect tempo, the thump of it mostly disguises the slap of his hips against yours. But even the shadows of the rainbow lights can’t hide how he’s fucking ruining you. You’re hiccupping out cries for ‘more, please Keigo!’ loud enough that a few of his fucking colleagues have inched closer. It makes something in Keigo burn and he quickly goes for your neck again.

And sinks his teeth in hard enough for you to sob.

It has you clenching around him, and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer. The rhythm has his insides clenching, and he wants nothing more than to fill you up--

The thought of it, of you leaking with him, has white explode around the edges of his vision.

He spills inside of you, thick and hot and you gasp at the feeling. You fumble for his hand, and Keigo clasps yours easily, squeezing. The cant of his hips goes sloppy, just like the two of you.

Softened, he slips out of you. But Keigo is quick to replace his cock with two fingers, plugging you and tsking.

“You didn’t cum, did you, dove?”

You shake your head, still half-crying and needy, “N-no, I d-didn’t.”

“Can you keep yourself upright if I fuck you on my fingers?” Keigo muses, though it’s a genuine question. “Be honest.”

You swallow and rub at your wet, streaky cheeks, “I d-dunno. ‘M really shaky, Kei’.”

He already knows that, but it’s cute that you tell him like he’s not the cause of it.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got me then, isn’t it?” Keigo kisses your cheek, too kind for how filthy you are. “I’ll keep you up, sweetheart.”

You nod, give a little ‘thank you’ that gets broken as he spread his fingers in your cunt. His own cum drips down his wrist and he can't bother to care. He can’t bother to care about anything that isn’t the sweet little whines or the flush that is dusting your cheeks beneath tears and smeared makeup.

He bullies the bundle of nerves inside you without any care other than making you fall apart. Maybe it’s bad, the desire he has to force you to come undone by his hand in front of his peers. You’re his partner, and a bit illusive consider the relative secrecy of your relationship.

What a goddamn introduction.

He slips another hand around your front and rolls your clit beneath to fingers. Keigo can’t help sucking another bruise into your neck, like the first one wasn’t enough of a statement.

He speeds up his treatment as you breath gets more ragged, as you repeat his name to the flash of the strobes and lean back into him. You tense around him as you cum, crying out with a thump of your head against the wall. He holds you through it, not slowing or faltering as you shake and sputter.

Carefully, Keigo lets down the leg he’s had pinned. He anticipates how they falter, and already has an arm around your waist to keep you upright.

“Thank you,” You murmur, your voice gentle and soft. Far too soft for what you’d just done. It’s sweet though, the way you’re pliant for him as he straightens you up.

You’re filthy, thighs covered in a mix of him and you. Keigo’s damp in his own boxer briefs and it’s not exactly... comfortably. And certainly not ideal for dancing.

You turn toward him. Your arms wrap around his neck and god, you’re too cute as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Maybe you’re sobering up, or maybe you’re cock drunk, he isn’t sure. But it’s the same comfort that you need. He smooths a hand up your back, laying kisses over your temples and hair lines.

His colleagues are still watching, maybe more than before, because Hawks has a reputation for being a greedy, impulsive bastard, but what he doesn’t have is any reputation for being sweet.

The vulnerability of it has him moving his wings to encircle the two of you. A bit of much-needed privacy.

“How about I call us a ride home?” Flying drunk is never good idea. (He found out the hard way.)

You nod, gripping the front of his shirt, “I don’t think I can’t dance anymore.”

“I imagine you can’t, huh, dovey?” He teases with another peck to your cheek.

You whine and beat his chest with your fist for a moment without a hint of ire. The night is still relatively young but given the drink in your veins and the cum in your cunt, perhaps it would be best to turn in for the evening.

(Or Keigo could fuck your throat on the ride home. The thought is still appealing.)

You mutter something unintelligible against his neck, and Keigo silently reminds himself to make sure you drink a bottle or two of water before bed. Maybe he can get a snack in your belly before you knock out for the night.

(Or, maybe, Keigo could have his own ‘snack’ by cleaning your cunt with his tongue as you doze off--)

Keigo purrs with his thoughts as he tucks his wings to his back, ushering you to the exit, all the while feeling the (horny, jealous, surprised) stares of his colleagues at his back.

#salem writes #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #drabble #hawks imagines #hawks smut #hawks #ANYWAYS #god... it's been awhile since i've written smut #feels GOOD #still managed to make it soft #but lemme tell ya i have so much clubbing brain rot #and possessive kei makes my brain go BRRRR

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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you know what I've noticed? we talk a lot about fucking understandably bc we are horny mfs but not enough about kissing!! what are the genshin bois kisses like? DO they kiss? I feel like razor wouldn't, never learned what kissing is, instead substitutes it for licking like his profile mentions.. the others tho hm zhongli gives delicate kisses to your cheeks, kaeya gets his rocks off forcefully shoving his tongue down your throat. if you kiss diluc willfully (esp pre-kidnap) his whole day is set!

Me?? Producing content that's non yandere, not morally depraved in any way, not fucked up, and actually sweet?? Amazing. Enjoy some rare pure fluff from me

Diluc is so cutely soft and gentle, most of the time. It's very sweet, he gives the softest, almost timid little kisses, feather-light pecks that last a mere moment before he turns away all red in the face. But yes, kiss him and he will ascend, probably be spaced out all day. He gets that kind of spacey where he's accidentally walking into poles and shit because he's not even aware of what's in front of him. At times, though, in moments of heavy desperation, emotion, passion, he gets rougher. Grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you in place, pressing your mouth to his so hard it bruises, you can feel the neediness and desperation in the firmness of it all.

Venti is cute about it. He also has soft kisses, they're short and sweet but he's big on the nuzzling thing. He'll kiss for a moment, but rub his nose to yours, press your foreheads together and giggle for a few moments, exchanging a few soft lil kisses here and there. If it's a heated moment, they last a bit longer, and he's one to lick his lips the moment after, smiling that sweet little smile.

For Kaeya yeah what you said is pretty much on the mark. Does he know how to kiss without using his tongue? Probably not. It's sweet, but inherently sexual, you never really get those soft innocent kisses because he's always grabbing at something or grinding into you the moment your mouths meet. It's also very uncomfortable when it happens to occur in public - while he downgrades it a little bit, it's still definitely more than anyone should be doing in the view of other people. Like put that thing AWAY boy people can see the fuckin hard on

Childe is rough, but sweet. He's very spontaneous, will just yank you over onto his lap and hold your jaw, firmly planting his mouth on yours. He's also pretty sexualized with it, he likes to have you on his lap as aforementioned, and will usually grind his hips up into yours. It's very passionate, though, and he tends to moan in makeouts.

Zhongli is so, so soft. Cups your face in his hand when he does. It's very slow and also a progressive kisser - starts off gentle and slowly becomes more passionate, more firm, eventually pulling at your waist, running fingers against your scalp, and holding your head firmly in place, probably pulls you to sit on his lap while you do. He likes to kiss on your body too - moves from your mouth and trails then down your neck, jugular and collarbones.

Xiao is... Awkward. Doesn't really know what to do and very flustered about it all. He basically just presses his mouth against yours and kinda... Tries his best. When open mouthed, it feels like he's trying to swallow your tongue or something. He doesn't usually initiate it - unless it's in the process of fucking - then for whatever reason he gets very big on leaning down and trying to kiss, but again, it's still clumsy and awkward. He's another one like Diluc where if you instigate it, he just... Xiao.exe has stopped functioning

Xingqiu is actually pretty good at it. He manages to be really alluring and sensual without having to be grabby or aggressive. It's very teasing, just barely pushing his tongue into your mouth, grazing your lips with his tongue when he finally pulls away. Probably has done research on how to kiss smh nerd

Razor... Yeah he licks ya. It's weird and it's kinda cute, he tries to kiss but he gets excited and he naturally kinda devolves into just, lapping at your mouth. He's very aggressive with kisses, holding you really firmly and really pushing forward - it's the kind of kiss where eventually he's pressing forward so hard he just topples you backwards - either landing on your back in bed or pushing up against a wall.

Aether is very dependent on timing and mood. Much like his elemental abilities, he switches between soft, gentle little kisses, and rough, desperate kisses with bruising grips on your jaw, just depending on which one he feels like doing that day. It's sometimes connected to his mood, such as being rougher when mad, but sometimes it's not dependent on anything at all, but just rather what he feels like doing. Also a moaner like Childe.

Albedo kind of changes with time. At first they're very quick and nervous, the touch so light you barely feel it, but after a few he kind of begins to melt into it, going for longer and firmer kisses, puts his hand on your lower back to draw you in. It's usually very slow, but passionate, building up from soft pecks and slowly progressing to him just lolling his tongue through your mouth.

Chongyun is also pretty soft, but of course, it can vary from time to time. Should, for whatever reason, he decide to get it on during one of his episodes, it's very eager and quick and excitable, placing tiny kisses one after another after another in quick succession, each filled with desperation and heavily sensual. Normally, though, it's a lot more soft, just a slow, but passionate session, he likes running his hands over your body while lip-locked with you.

Scaramouche is, as always, a sadistic bastard and this is no exception. He likes to spontaneously kiss you out of nowhere, grab a fistful of your hair and twist it around with your head, painfully holding you in place while he just, kinda brutally opens your jaw with the other hand if you're resisting. It practically feels like he's trying to choke you with his tongue. He also will bite your lips, and likely adds a light slap to the face before or after.

#lena's asks #gonna add this one to the masterlist lol

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tastyykpop · 4 years

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Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it." Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

#nct smut #nct #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun smut #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jung jaehyun nct #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #nct dream #wayv #nct u #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #nct fluff #nct angst

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ultralovedeluxe · 3 years

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Yan! Wamuu with prompts #20 and #23

This was requested by the lovely @teachillvibes, thank you so much for requesting! Hopefully this came out nicely ^^

‘I can’t live without you anymore!’

‘Please don’t scream at me like that. You know how much it hurts me’

Warnings: Naga Au, yandere behaviors, kidnapping, masturbation, nsfw, hypnosis(but not really), non/dub con, badly written

It almost felt like an eternity.

You don’t even remember when he took you. One day you were having a good time with your husband and friends, next you were getting abducted by a monster you regret befriending. But should that be your fault? Maybe. After all your husband always warned you to stay away from nagas. Even now, you wish you had listened to your husband’s words. Nagas were not creatures to be messed with. You wished you had just gotten ridden of the thought that, maybe, just maybe, some nagas were friendly and kind-hearted. You were delusional enough to believe that this one was different. That this one wouldn’t hurt you. Unfortunately, nagas were dangerous and feral creatures, and you were just delusional.

“[first], I have returned, I brought the sea urchins you love so much”

He was here. The monster that claimed to be your ‘mate’ was here. The only true moments of happiness you felt in your imprisonment was when he was gone. Because in that small amount of time, you would think about how your husband was doing. Was he happy without you? Or was he looking for you? You could never be sure. Letting out a deep sigh, you look behind you to see the naga that had kept you here. The sight of him no longer brought the same comfort it used to have. Now you truly began to see the horror behind his appearance.

He was a man, or atleast had the appearance of a man from head to his torso. The rest of his body is what made him threatening to you. Below his "human" appearance, the Naga Wamuu had the body of a snake. He was far larger than you, far larger than any human for that matter.

Sometimes you wondered if he'd eat you, or if he'd feed you to more of his kind. But no, you knew what Wammu wanted from you. You knew exactly why he was keeping you in this position. And quite frankly, maybe the thought of him eating you wasn't so bad.

You didn't even feel Wammu's tail wrap itself around you. You felt disgust rush through your body as the naga left passionate, but almost impatient kisses on your temples.

"Dear pet, I can't bear the thought of staying alive without you anymore. But please, enlighten me, why do you seem so displeased with my touches? Am I not enough for you?" Wamuu asked as his grip on you tightened.

Was he humoring you? Was this an actual, genuine question? And here you are thinking you were the delusional one.

You wanted to spit in his face and yell at him for all the things he's done to you. For taking you away from your village, for forcing you to live in this hell he calls your home. But in fear of angering the naga, you stay silent. However, you still needed to answer his question, because he would get mad regardless.

"Wam- I mean, dear, I'm just not in the mood to be held by you. That's all.." you said, quickly correcting your mistake. Ever since he had captured you, he had forced you to call him pet names to satisfy his deranged fantasy he had with you. Acting as if you two had been lovers for years, as if you had always been the little human house-wife he could come back to after hunting.

Wammu hummed in understandment, but you knew he didn’t understand. In fact if he truly understood you he would have let you go already. Let you live outside this dull, dark cave and allow you to return to your village. You snapped out of your thoughts as Wammu began planting small kisses on your neck once again. Oh gods..you only hoped Wammu didn’t want to ‘treat’ you tonight. This was usually always a sign when he wanted something, or wanted to give you a treat for being ‘such a good little human’. You remember all the times he had made you gag on his monstrous cock, and then forcing you to swallow his semen as a reward. You tolerated his physical gifts a lot more, because you can’t exactly gag on glorious jewels he had gifted you over the course of staying here.

Wammu pressed his lips against you once again, completely savoring the feeling of your dried lips against his. You looked so adorable when you were obidient, he was glad that you weren’t causing any trouble or trying to escape. “My dearest [first] , I will be heading out tonight for some errands, stay inside and don’t let anybody in unless it’s Kars, you know I trust you.. If you are good tonight, I’ll spoil you like the queen you are” he said, unwrapping himself around you. His larger body towered over you, so you simply nodded. The naga leaned towards your face and kissed you again, and you kissed back while carressing his face softly; just as he liked.

“I’ll see you soon”

You were bored out of your mind. One of the reasons you hated this cave was because there was no color to brighten up the mood or anything to do. You would just sit around and ponder, until Wammu came back. Maybe you could rearrange your jewels again, just like last time. Maybe you could organize them by shape instead of color, who knows. Maybe Wammu would bring you something to enteratin yourself today. A sewing kit or a painting canvas would be nice. Your thoughts soon drifted off to think about your husband. You missed how his sapphire blue eyes would look in the sun. Oh how you missed tangling your hands in his soft, blonde hair. It was always so soft and wavy, you wondered how he would look like with his hair down. You missed they way he would teasingly hold onto your hips until you gave him a kiss, or whenever he would kiss your chest without holding back.

Before you knew it, your pants were gone. You were spread out on the bed Wammu had gifted you when you had ‘obeyed’ his wishes. Your hand had gone down to touch your throbbing clit, and it felt amazing. How long have you been neglecting yourself? You didn’t remember, but for now you just wanted to enjoy this time you had for yourself before Wammu came back.

You rubbed your clit slowly with a gentle force. Those small movements were enough to have you whimpering out softly. It just felt so good. To finally touch yourself after weeks of being away from your loved one. You imagined it was your husband prepping you up, so you could easily take him in. You imagined the gentle tone in his voice, constantly praising you throughout your session. He was always so gentle and sweet, but at the same time he was dirty and rough when he wanted to be. Your hand movements became desperate, moving your hips in order to gain some friction.

“Hn, Caesar..please-”

You couldn’t help but to moan out your husband’s name. In fact you did it several times. You wanted to see him again, you wanted to leave this place so you could feel safe again-

“How dare you think of another man while I’m gone!”

You quickly reached over to grab covers, but Wammu didn’t let you; as he had already made his way over to you. You had never seen Wammu this angry before. Sure he has given you his fair share of punishments, but he always kept a poker face. At the moment, anger was clearly visible on his face, and he wasn’t afraid of showing it.

“Wammu please! I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!” you knew it was useless, but trying to plead with him wouldn’t hurt, right? (yes it would, you knew you were in danger, and that there’s no escaping your punishment). Wammu grabbed you by the hair and lifted you up like you were a piece of paper. “Put me down! Please Wammu don’t do this!”

Instead of hitting you as you first assumed, Wammu placed a rough kiss on your lips. “Please don’t scream at me like that darling, you know how much it hurts me. But your actions have consequences..” While all you could do was look at him in fear, Wammu then proceeded to slap your throbbing clit. “Seems to me you don’t need me to prep you up. You can take both of my cocks well, right pet? After this you will never think of a man other than me ever again”

Before you knew it, you had lost control of yourself.

The cave you were in was filled with despair and the occasional shimmer from your jewels. Currently, the cave you were in was filled with the hot sounds of Wammu’s twin cocks slamming against your already wet sex. His pace was rough, without any pauses in between. Your moans and pleas were nothing but music to Wammu’s ears. He enjoyed how easily you stopped complaining and fell into the pleasure he could give you. As for you, the only things you could hear were Wammu’s grunts into your ear, along with the clapping of your sex against his.

“Ah Wammu please go slower!” you whined, but Wammu did the complete opposite. He went just a tad bit slower, but made his pace rougher than it was before. “I’m afraid I can’t do that pet. Do you love me? Do you enjoy what we’re doing?” he asked while thrusting himself in you, while at the same time rubbing your clit with a gentle amount of force.

“Yes! Wammu please let me cum!” you moaned out. Never in your life did you think you’d be ravished by a monstrous man. Wammuu hummed in amusement as he slowed his pace and bit your neck softly, “Then say my name pet, who can make you feel this way?”. You were at your climax, “You Wammu! You’re the only one I swear!-” you whined as you came on Wammu’s cocks.

Wammu laid you down on your bed, “Now pet, who is your one true love?”. You could barely open your eyes, “Cae- you Wammu..” you whispered, clearly still tired from your 'love' making session.

“Guess we’ll have to try again..”

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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I wasn’t in a good mental place yesterday, so I wrote the third part of Circumstances and Unwillingly for Osamu, because why not. Do enjoy this fuckery (: (And I know I said no spice on this one, but well, it happened, it be like that sometimes) I hope I can do the other two justice, let me know what you thought!

Characters: Yandere!Osamu Miya x (afab)Darling, Yandere Atsumu Miya Rating/Warning: Mature, Yandere, Lemon, Dub-Con Words: 4845

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Chop.

Half-listening to the sound of a knife cutting through the hill of parsley on the cutting board before you, you sighed, burying your face in your arms propped up on the kitchen countertop. Osamu side-glanced you, estimated your behavior as if you were a diamond and he the jeweler, unwilling to even miss one movement you made. Part of him still believed you'd reach for the knife to attack him or risk yourself, but you wouldn't. At least, not that day.

Actually, you were glad that after all that happened, Osamu had left the door to the room open, allowing you to roam. It was bad enough that Atsumu had used you for his sick pleasure, and you had to endure Osamu being very thorough in cleaning you up, you wouldn't have wanted to be alone in your roam, stuck in the dark and silence while he went and made dinner. The only thing that was promoted by being locked away was the endless stream of thoughts that you couldn't escape, no matter what you did.

If only your memories had been kind ones, but by now, they were only filled with the bad things that happened to you lately.

As if you were a child, Osamu had lifted you out of the water in the bathtub and made you stand facing and touching the wall, bending over for him as he scrubbed you down. The fact he kept his underwear on had reassured you at first but having him - who, in fact, had never seen you stark naked like this before, much less touch you inappropriately - clean you inside out was just as bad. You couldn't even describe the feeling of his fingers digging into your pussy, not for pleasure but the sole purpose of cleaning, all while he cursed under his breath about his brother.

There was no gentleness to find either, even though the one time you managed to glance over your shoulder, you thought to see a pink tint on his face too while his forehead was covered in wrinkles and his eyes dutifully on the job he was doing. Osamu looked much like when he was cooking, except that he was gentler to the food than he was when he handled you back in the bathroom. At least, and that's what he promised you, and Osamu never broke his promises, good or bad, he sent Atsumu to find a contraceptive pill. Just in case. Just for the possibility that his fingers digging into you to get even the last drop of semen out of your maltreated pussy weren't enough.

Thinking about it his touch - and you weren't proud of it - made you tingly all over again. It was awful, and you didn't want to feel this way, especially not since you regretfully had to admit that Atsumu had brought you to orgasm, but sensitive as your body was and your constant feeling of being lonely no matter how much the two of them smothered you in their love, simply made you react to any touch you received.

And Osamu's was so very different.

Even if back then, he touched you in anger and disgust about what his brother did, and you allowed him to do as Atsumu made him believe. Still, it was an experience to feel his touch on your bare skin, his much rougher hands driving down your legs and up your torso.

Not like Osamu had never touched you before. He did, but he did so sparsely. His hugs never lasted longer than needed, his grip on you had a secure hold and vanished when it didn't have a purpose, and generally did Osamu seem more reluctant to shower you in affection other than short head pats or helping you with something. Atsumu was so brash and demanding when he touched you, while Osamu always felt like he took fifteen precautions before so much as thinking about holding your hand. Really, you appreciated that he wasn't into overstepping more boundaries than he already was with his affections, while Atsumu loved to test them out as far as possible until Osamu called him out. Still, evidently, the two were brothers, so there wasn't a way Osamu could just ignore you and your loveable form completely, and it affected him just as much as it did Atsumu.

At least, that's what you couldn't help thinking about when seeing the visible bulge in his underwear after he finished cleaning you. That was the point where you could have been wrong in thinking about it too much. Perhaps, you should have just left it as it had been, ignored the thought of 'What if' and moved on without ever mentioning again. But rubbing your legs together on top of the bar stool, you wondered. Wondered if Osamu was a different kind of lover than Atsumu was, or if only their touches differentiated from each other.

Osamu stayed quiet as he proceeded to cook, undeterred by your thoughts and feelings. Even though he had been so angry just minutes ago, he didn't seem to harbor any more ill-feelings - at least for the moment. Maybe he was, once again, pitying you, as you had to stand still for him while he roughly scrubbed you down with a sponge. Not one of the nice, bathroom ones mind you. A kitchen sponge. And he didn't only use the soft side either. Perhaps, after all the nasty curses on his brother were unleashed, he began to reason, realizing that your pitiful, shivering self wouldn't have seduced his brother like Atsumu tried to make him believe.

And now, where he didn't have a chance to apologize for his anger towards you without having to admit that all that was going on was a fatal crime, he had nothing more to say or lash out at you for. So he kept silent as he chopped up the parsley and the meat, preparing a nice, warm soup for you.

Had it been another life, you could have probably come to appreciate Osamu for what he was doing. For his - controversial - help and care. But it wasn't. This was your life, and you were his captive. You hated him for it and even more did you hate the budding feeling in your nether region, dictating you to act on a whim of desperation. You were tired. So fucking tired that everything was wrong, but you could still feel the need to be loved and held by someone. Someone you chose, even if it was just the only option presented to you.

Part of you wanted to be comforted and told everything would be okay. In contrast, another wanted to make new memories to drown out all the bad ones from before. Perhaps, if you could just be in charge for one time, you'd be satisfied, you told yourself, and maybe, the only one who could do that was Osamu.

Slipping off the chair as Osamu stood at the stove, tasting the soup to see if it needed more salt, you rounded the kitchen counter on soft soles, trying not to alert him. However, his attention shifted as you got off the stool with a squeaking sound, and he half-heartedly turned to you to observe what you were doing. Predatory readiness laid in his eyes, and his toned muscles tensed under the shirt he was wearing. Osamu would never trust you to be okay with wandering alone, but he was a quiet observer. A quiet observer that would break your wrist the moment you reached for a knife or tried to attack him.

But you were doing none of those antics. You simply stepped up to him, pulled his hand down to taste the soup yourself, licking your lips as you nodded that it was alright. That was more interaction than most days, where you wouldn't even taste test for him when he put it into your mouth. However, Osamu seemed to appreciate your cooperation in dinner making, humming thoughtfully as he stirred the soup one last time. He was just about to turn around when you bumped into him, feeling his body tense all over again after initially relaxing. Even though Volleyball wasn't the sport for him anymore, the man was just as well built as his brother, even if it was from different workouts now.

What Atsumu had in his thighs, Osamu had in his arms. You had to admit that usually, you found it a bit scary when he closed in on you, his figure always making you feel small in comparison. But if it hadn't been for their kidnapping and locking up, you would have given them the benefit of finding them attractive as well.

Osamu's reaction didn't let you wait as he turned around faster than a cowboy could pull a gun. His hands were both ready to fight you, lifted up over you, while his brain still tried to comprehend what you were doing. God, you hoped he'd recognize this as a harmless hug, or else you'd be going to bed that night hungry, in pain, and horny.

"[Name]?" he eventually decided to just ask, giving you the benefit of the doubt that you weren't setting him up in a catastrophe. But you simply hugged him tighter and took a deep breath until his arms finally settled, lowering onto your shoulders without pushing you away. And as if he knew your intentions, they started to wander, slowly but surely dragging down both sides of your back, creating a pleasant tickling to which you giggled.

Looking up at him, you couldn't believe your luck as you caught him smiling, his wide-open eyes reflecting your imagine in them as if he didn't quite believe what was happening either. The usually stern-looking fella had his reddened cheeks back, together with furrowed, skeptical eyebrows meeting each other in wrinkles of doubt. And yet, he didn't push you away or made an effort to separate you two - a first.

"What are you doing?" he asked, voice trembling slightly as if your answer could only be worse than he anticipated. But clearing his throat helped him regain some of his composure, even though his blush didn't vanish. You thought you had him all figured out as you watched him like this, realizing that maybe that was the reason he liked to observe you so much. If you looked at someone long enough, you realized things about them without even wanting to know them.

Instantaneously, it made you realized your mistake, too. No, you didn't want to know any of the emotions you witnessed just this moment. You didn't want to know that the heart-throbbing look in his eyes was the same lovesickness that his brother had. You didn't want to know that beneath him awkwardly holding back, he was exactly the same kind of eager as Atsumu. He was another person that loved you madly, that was absolutely driven insane by just this small affection initiate by you. You had all the evidence presented to you that even when you suspected it, Osamu wasn't so different from his twin at all. Not even a little bit.

His head lowered, hanging in the air just a short while as he waited for you to pull away. He wanted it, demanded it desperately, that you'd appeal to his rationality and sense of staying away for your sake. From the very beginning, Osamu had put on this role of overseer, the role of the person stepping between you and his unrestrained brother, so they wouldn't cause more harm to you than they already had done. It was oh so wrong to keep you as their personal love pet, and Osamu was painfully aware of his wrongdoings. But confirmed by Atsumu, he couldn't bring himself to make it right now and risk losing you along with it.

Because all he really wanted was you as well.

And so he hoped that it would be you to restrain him once more. Restrain him before he couldn't help himself anymore but shower you in this love he had for you all this time and held back for your sake. But when you didn't push him away, what else could he do but finally kiss you? It was all your fault, and you tempted him beyond anything he ever experienced. You made him believe that you wanted this; that you wanted him.

Was it him that you wanted, you wondered as you returned his kiss? Where it was a careful dip into the ocean at first, his lips quickly began crashing down on you, just like the rest of his body as he bent you over the kitchen counter, your back on the cold stone and legs dangling in the air. Before you knew it, he had you pinned on the kitchen furniture, pouncing you like an animal seeing the first prey after starving for an eternity.

"Are you sure?" he managed to press out of his mouth sometimes between forcing his tongue between your lips and pressing up on you, a telling bulge settling between your legs, the remnant of the bath ordeal. It would have been impossible for Osamu to hide his desire for you now, and you dared to assume that even if you said no, he wouldn't have been able to back away from you in his current state. Perhaps he wished he could, but everything on his mind and body seemed to scream for you, riling him up in a way with which you could never have gotten him off you anymore, even if you wanted.

No, it probably wasn't him that you wanted. The moment he let his sweatpants slide to the floor, you realized that you had overestimated the situation and especially yourself. You thought initiating gave you the title of being in control, but suddenly, it seemed to slip off your hands again. What had been your purpose to present yourself so willingly to this starving animal Osamu was? Was it the loneliness you felt? The prickling in your stomach after he touched you all over in the bathroom? Was it simple desire, and if yes, hadn't it been enough to do it with Atsumu prior to this? Or had it been a naive spark of hope to get along better with your captor and earn some benefits with these indecent doings? You couldn't exactly lie to yourself that your initial thoughts hadn't been clouded by your body tingling for him. Still, you wished now you could have gone back and thought twice about it before leading Osamu on.

For he was no different from Atsumu, a thought you acknowledged much too late.

So you used the bit of strength in your back to lift your legs up, crossing them behind his hips as Osamu groaned, his lips trailing off to explore other regions. Giving your hands free, his own found their place around your hips, holding on needily and pressing you towards him. As he was grinding up to you, you realized just how desperate Osamu was for you, especially after having touched you so thoroughly back in the bathroom and seen Atsumu's chaos on you. It seemed like his brother's doings had, in fact, bothered him more than even you could fathom. But really, who could guilt him for it? Always having to be proper and step back while there was this raging love burning in his blood.

It didn't take him long to explore you, feel you up in new ways he never had before. His first touch on new parts of your body was always cautious, as if he thought he'd hurt you by merely driving his hand down your stomach. But Osamu was quick to get adjusted, eerily choosing the same spots to touch and kiss you that Atsumu loved to play with. The connection of twins seemed to go beyond sharing the same taste in pudding, it seemed, and though Osamu turned out to be much, much more awkward than his brother, you could only blame on his inexperience.

You didn't fight him as he pulled off your pants and panties in on swift motion, but you also didn't bite back the moan warbling off your lips as his face connected with your folds. By now, you wished you could have scolded yourself for your bad judgment of the situation, but as Osamu slowly but surely started to understand what he was doing, you merely flinched in joy of the sensation of him lapping at your clit.

Sex wasn't the comfort you might have needed. It couldn't replace your happy home life and having a healthy relationship with someone, but you were right that it could make new memories as the only thing your mind concentrated on was the sensation between your legs driving you insane. Osamu didn't mind you clinging your hands into his hair, leading him to the right spots. On the contrary, he seemed to be especially eager the more you engaged. The way he treated you normally, you wouldn't have thought he'd be so keen on pleasing you. But it made sense, considering how little he always had of you, that now that you were his for the moment, he wanted it all.

His tongue made you exclaim all sorts of happy noises, and you couldn't help but wonder where he learned the way of using his mouth this way. Making onigiri couldn't possibly make anyone good at fellatio. Still, you were ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, for he lifted you up into new heavens. His brother never was as attentive as Osamu turned out to be, and even if it was a short-lived pleasure, you appreciate how different they were in that aspect.

When he finally let off of teasing your clit, you felt like falling out of all clouds, breathing heavily and unable to even fathom the situation you were in at the moment. Not until you heard his heavy breaths above you and felt a big tip poking on your hole. There wasn't much Osamu could say, even when your head snapped back to look down at what was trying to gain entrance. In his eyes, you could see yourself, suddenly insecure and anxious, but with the deep shades laying over his, you knew it was too late to freak out.

Caging you between his arms, Osamu kept you in place, unwilling to let you go now, and you took a deep breath, trying to hold it as his hips pushed forward. You could be thankful for the lubrication, but where you had expected him to be about the same size as Atsumu, you had to find out that the twins surprisingly did not share the same size down below. Osamu couldn't keep up with Atsumu's long cock, hitting all the spots there were in you, but if it came to thickness, he way overdid his brother's.

A soft squeal escaped you together with your breath as you tried to adjust. "W-Wait, slowly!" you wanted to order him, hoping that if he stopped and let you brace yourself before continuing, you'd be able to take on the challenge that was his cock. "Come on now," Osamu mumbled instead, kissing your cheek. His hands folded over your head, and you felt the pressure intensifying from the top, slowly but surely impaling you down onto his hips pressing up. He wasn't even thinking about slowing down now, and you should have known better than even hinting on refusing anything he wanted to do.

"So fuckin' tight, Babe," he sighed while you spluttered in pain and pleasure as he bottomed you out. It was absolutely unbelievable that this man could fill you up by merely embedding himself in your pussy, but there he was. "Feeling good, ey?" he asked, lips curling to a grin as he took an appreciative look over your body, wringing in pleasure as you held back from cumming by simply being entered by Osamu. It shouldn't have been this easy to get you off, but you blamed in on your previous orgasm and his work on cleaning you, nodding slowly.

"I see," he smirked, and you felt him pull out a few inches before he did a rough re-entering, pushing you over the edge in an instant. Legs tensing and back arching, you squealed in pleasure, soon overcome by a long, pleased moan and his name falling off your lips. Only for the first part of your orgasm did Osamu manage to hold back moving, letting you live out the shakiest of the release before he began to move again, slowly and in shorter movements at first.

Snaking his arms beneath you, he pressed your bodies together, directing every move that needed to be done while you hung in his embrace, still dealing with the aftermath of your orgasm. It didn't take long for Osamu to pick up his pace, being able to finally experience you like he did in his horniest dreams, even if that meant screwing you like a rabbit. It was evident he didn't want to miss out on even one sensation, lunging his tongue into your mouth to suck away even the last spirits you had while his pace turned erratic.

When he pulled away, you had only time for a short, surprised gasp before he turned you over on the counter, pushing up your left leg to lay beside you and pushing himself deep inside your spread pussy again. Him reaching new depth made both of you gurgle out delighted huffs and groans, and when he gripped your elbows, pulling them back to push himself further into you, you felt lost in your own body.

It was wrong. So utterly wrong. But if someone had told you that wrong felt right on occasion, now you would have believed them instantly. You couldn't think about anything besides that thick cock hammering into you and the sloppy sounds your hips made when they connected. Osamu said your name plenty of times, but even if he had someone else's, you wouldn't have minded it at all. Even if you didn't hear them, you could tell what he was feeling for you, his lust wholly overtaken by his love. He kept telling you how good it felt and how much he adored you, the words slurred as they came from a place of passion. But all there was left for you in return was the bubbling in your stomach, your g-point crying out for another release and by the throbbing and pumping inside of you, you assumed Osamu was feeling the same.

Collapsing on top of you, he didn't stop grinding and twisting his hips against yours, wanting to experience every last bit of you before he stopped. "You feel so good, [Name]," he whimpered, kissing the nape of your neck while his hand closed around the front. "I-I'll cum," he explained as if there was a need to justify himself, and you gulped, realizing his touch was less gentle than expected.

"C-Cum," you urged him, for the first time in this whole ordeal moving your hips up and down into his grind. "Me… Me too, Osamu."

He let out a low laugh after hearing his name, his hand vanishing from your throat when suddenly his elbow replaced it, squeezing you even tighter and reminding you of the occasional roughness Osamu had. You felt so put in place and dominated over, completely unable to move except for the submissive grinding. That was what you always felt when being with Osamu, and though you thought it would be different now that you were so intimate with him, you had once again misjudged him.

His last few pushes were rougher and harder to take than any other before. Though you gurgled out your moans, your hands clawed into the flesh of his arm as Osamu grunted with every push. He holed you out and disappeared before filling you to the brink again, and you expected it wouldn't be any different for his cum. The hot, milky substance collected in the spread-out depths Osamu's cock left behind, and your body responded with shivers starting from the inside out.

Maybe it was degrading and inappropriate for the relationship you and Osamu had, but you couldn't lie that it felt incredible to sink into the fog that came with orgasming again, for the third time that day. If you'd always feel like you were as Osamu left his mark on you, perhaps you'd have been happier altogether. Disconnected and used, but happier.

Nothing, no fighting, and no behaving would ever feel as good. They could praise you and submit to your wishes, but it probably would never satisfy you as much. Only leaving would ever come close to this experience, even though that meant your mind might have already been as depraved as theirs.

"I love you," Osamu sighed, face nuzzled into your shoulder. "I love you so much."

"I know," you whispered, almost tempted to respond with something appropriately like "Thanks" or "I love you too". Luckily, you didn't, not giving Osamu the height of responding to his feelings positively.

"Don't let Atsumu--" he pushed out, getting harshly interrupted by a loud bang on the floor on the other side of the countertop and the rustling of a paper bag.

"Don't let me what?! What the absolute fuck is going on here?!"

It could have been so nice as you looked at Atsumu, both anger, disappointment, and then more anger crossing his face. So nice, if only the twin had stayed away for a few more seconds longer, giving you the time to recover and Osamu to try and cover it up. You heard him grumble on top of you before he kissed your shoulder again, releasing his hold on you before leaning up to face his brother.

"I made them come twice," he said proudly. Clearly, it was Osamu's revenge on his brother after Atsumu played both you and Osamu dirty with his plans.

"Excuse-- WHAT?! YOU DID WHAT?! You piece of shit--"

The following tirade of curses you simply blinded out, letting out a long sigh as Osamu finally got off and out of you, a splurting sound following his cock pulling out, while he fetched some paper towels. All while Atsumu went on and on about how you two could be doing such things after he got scolded for it, Osamu seemingly very indifferent about his brother's tantrum. Some part of you could kind of relate why he'd feel betrayed coming home to the same scene Osamu had kicked him out before for. But really, this time, it had actually been your fault, and you weren't keen on telling him that and taking his anger towards you.

Osamu helped you down the kitchen counter and wiped off any excess after following his instructions on lifting your leg up for him. Had you ever seen him so carefree before? He even looked up at you smiling lightly, another lovestruck blush on his cheeks. With your legs shivering still, he put your pants back in place and gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you to hurry back to your room until dinner is ready, and he figured out what to do with the raging bastard running up and down the apartment.

"Welcome home," you whispered, passing by Atsumu, and his tirade came to an abrupt halt. With his mouth hanging open, he looked after you, as did Osamu, both twins equally surprised that you'd greet him, all while you hurried to get back into your room, closing the door behind you. There hadn't been a specific reason for you to do something you usually refused. Perhaps you found yourself in a too good to be real mood, manners returning to you as a reflex. Or maybe, you just wanted their arguing to finally cease. Leaning against the wood, you listened to the ensuing silence before their voices picked up again, however, less strained and agitated and more with quiet accusations, as well as surprised tones.

You, on the other hand, slipped beneath your blanket, pulling it all the way up over your head and enjoying the luxury of having it all to yourself for once. This blanket, usually shared by all three of you, managed to finally comfort you - for real this time - even if raging reproaches started to collect and turn the pleasant fog of lust into dark clouds of self-pity.

How far more, you wondered, would you sink before they'd reach their goal to completely take you over?

When did humans break under the circumstances they were facing? And even more so: When would it happen to you? Unfortunately, it was already too late to ask yourself this, the answer slowly and menacingly dripping down your leg as their voices echoed from the kitchen into the back of your mind.

But you had yet to fully realize that you were already caught in their greater plan of loving you.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 20: Marking Kink

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Manipulation, Corruption Kink, Marking Kink, Breeding Kink, Possessive and Jealous Behavior

It feels like Kuroo and you have always been in love. You can’t remember a day without seeing his messy black hair and mischievous grin. Being betrothed at a young age meant you had your whole lives to get to know each other before you actually said your vows and the two of you took advantage of it. But as the two of you got older, playful romps and innocent hand holding became heated kisses and Kuroo pinning you against the wall with his body in hidden shadowy corners of castles. His trademark smile grew a little darker. His gaze upon you hinting at something more sinful than just affection and love. And you loved every ounce of attention he lavished upon you.

It was no secret that the two of you were engaged, soon to be married. But men will be men and that didn’t stop other nobles, princes, and kings from trying to whisk you off for a dance at balls, from sending you beautiful jewels and dresses, from writing heartfelt wooing letters of adoration. And Kuroo hated all of it, his handsome face scowling at the sight of another man touching you, his hands itching to rip off jewels and dresses you parade around in that he knows you didn’t buy and that he never gave you, his fingers ripping apart the love letters he finds scattered on your desk.

He knows you’d never cheat on him, betray him, leave him. He knows you love him far too much for that. But it’s not you who needs a lesson. You just happen to be the means by which he can make a point, send a message to anyone who dares to try and take you from him, who dares to even touch what’s his. Kuroo’s never been good at sharing and when it comes to his most prized possession, you, there’s no chance in hell that he’s letting you get away.

You’ve always been so innocent and he’s loved corrupting you every step of the way, loves how easily you submit and listen to him, eager to please him and learn from him. He was your first kiss. He gave you your first orgasm. He’s the only man who’s ever touched and will ever touch you. Even now, despite the fact that your name would absolutely be tarnished, despite the fact that scandalized whispers and looks would follow you if anyone knew that the queen-to-be let a man use her like a common whore before she was officially married (even if that man was your fiance), you don’t even hesitate when Kuroo sneaks into your room one night, helping him rid you of the fabric hiding your beautiful body from him. And now with his cock buried deep inside of you, taking a new first from you, pride soars within him and to make his conquest known, he buries his teeth into the crook of your neck, harshly sucking and biting until your once unmarred skin is a litany of purple and red.

He doesn’t bother returning to his room that night, taking and marking you over and over again until even in the darkness of the evening he can see just how thoroughly used you look. And when daylight does come, he just smiles when the maids that come to care for you shriek in surprise at the lewd sight in front of them, picking out your lowest cut dress and ordering them not to cover any of his marks with powder. He can tell you’re embarrassed by the judgmental looks on their faces, but he purrs at how good you are, not even resisting a bit against his scandalous commands even though you must know the consequences, know how your reputation will plummet once you both step out of your chambers.

And plummet it does as the two of you publicly waltz around, Kuroo with his messy hair even more tussled up than usual and you, looking like a prostitute after a profitable night. No one dares approach you anymore. No one even talks to you anymore. Awful whispers and comments linger in your wake as Kuroo makes sure you only walk around in dresses that barely cover anything, allowing everyone to see the marks he’s left all over you, the love bites that trail all the way up your inner thigh and down your cleavage, the hand-shaped bruises around your neck from rougher nights. But it doesn’t matter to you, not when Kuroo is still faithfully by your side at all times and he’s all you need, even long after the two of you exchange vows and sit side-by-side as king and queen.

He’s trained your body, made it his own, and there’s little you can think of other than his touch, his mouth, his cock, but a meeting with his advisors has him even more feral than usual and you wail as he roughly pounds into you.

“My advisors said we should give birth to an heir soon. Would you like that? Want to be bred and filled with my cum? Want your breasts to swell with milk and your belly to be round with our child?”

Of course you answer yes enthusiastically. Kuroo’s made sure there isn’t even a shred of your own will left in you to oppose his wishes, manipulated you to the point where you naturally follow along with whatever he wants. (Not that he’d give you a choice even if you did say no.) And he spills thick spurts inside of you, keeping his cock inside of you even when it goes soft, mouth greedily and posessively marking your neck and collarbones even more as he waits for arousal to pool in his loins once again, his cock stretching you once more as he ruts into you, animalistically chasing his end and adding to the mess inside of you.

It’s an endless cycle that seems never ending, surpassing just that night as he fills you with his seed any chance he gets, treating you almost as nothing more than a sex slave to the horror of his advisors as he has you bounce on his cock during meetings and fucks you over the table at meals, marking you inside and out. And even when milk does begin to trickle from your enlarged breasts and even when your stomach is swollen with something other than his cum, he doesn’t stop showing you firsthand how much he loves you.

After all, he did promise, not until death do us part~

#haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu smut #yandere kuroo #kuroo x reader #tw: manipulation #tw: yandere

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short-yandere-stories · 3 years

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can i get headcanons on how mccree, soldier 76 and reaper treat their male!s/os different from a female one? please and thank you ! i love your work

Absolutely! Apologies for the wait.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of punishments, non-con displays of affection and kissing, mind break, manipulation, isolation, mentions of incapacitating the reader by shooting them in the legs, mentions of withholding food as a punishment.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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McCree:

- Right off the bat, I can say that he would be less soft or lenient when his male darling is being difficult. He would be a bit harsher on punishments too, knowing that it might take more to “break” a guy than a girl to the level he wants (when they listen to him and love him but aren’t just empty shells).

- He would also be more defensive when around others. Sure, if he had a female darling he would usually be handsy in a “back off she’s taken” kind of way, but with a male darling he would hover nearby in a threatening manner more. He would also absolutely love it if any girl came up and tried to flirt with his darling so he could come swooping in and give him a kiss right in front of her to see the shock on her face.

- He’d be rougher in general, I think, mostly because the darling might be harder to “get under control”, though if the darling was pliant, he would be very soft with him, which is very unexpected.

- McCree would also love to have his head in his darling’s lap, letting him scratch his head. He would growl whenever he stopped. He loves attention but doens’t really want to admit it, and when his darling gives him attention he wants it to last for as long as it possibly can.

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- He would in a way feel safer with a male darling than a female one, I believe. In his delusional brain, he would be less likely to run away, and 76 wouldn’t be too extreme with his defensive precautions, however, should his male darling attempt an escape, 76 would snap. Locks, locks, locks and so many chains that his darling can barely shift position unless Soldier lets him. Betray his trust and the consequences will be dire.

- Unlike with a female darling, 76 wouldn’t be directly manipulative. No, he would create a fixed set of rules to be followed. The darling breaks them? The punishment is so severe that he will never “forget” the rules again. Slowly but surely, the darling will be shaped and moulded into a more compliant version of themselves, and Soldier would be pleased.

- His darling is acting exactly how he wants him to now. No escaping or screaming anymore -- and whenever Soldier gets home there is a warm meal and a hug waiting for him (albeit with more and more of a hollow look in his eyes). It’s still his darling... right?

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- Reaper would have pretty much the same treatment to a significant other no matter their gender. He would be pretty handsy with his darling, and since a male one has less areas to squeeze, he would just have to do it more.

- He has a zero tolerance for disobedience, and no matter the begging and promises, he will still punish his darling harshly. If the darling tries to escape, Reaper will shoot them in the legs so they can’t walk. If the darling doesn’t want him to feed them, he will simply not let them eat for days until they are a curled up sobbing mess begging for him to feed them.

- Reaper is very calculated with his moves until he has his darling completely dependent on him -- not daring to even look at anyone else. His manipulativeness would be clear to the darling at first, but after a punishment too many, they just can’t bring themselves to care anymore.

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kosmosguk · 4 years

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Wrapped Up and Gifted; 7 Days of Christmas Day 1|Yandere Seokjin x Reader

Type: Smut Drabble

Description: As insufferable as your boss is, you find a small festive part in you to give him a present. You just aren’t expecting what he gives back in return.

Warning: blowjobs, what’s it called when you accidentally walk in on your boss wanking his peepee, seokjin giving switch vibes like it’s nobody’s business, subtle yandere vibes like if you squint you’d see them haha

[A/n: the next 7 days of Christmas drabble is loosely based on the yandere BTS reaction to meeting you for the first time !! I’m finally on my winter break and although this line of drabble won’t be all out in time for Christmas, my lack of school will allow me to push out a small present for my beautiful readers !! thank you for nearly 600!! Ilysm and have a warm holiday season <3 (whether or not you celebrate Christmas or winter holidays in general)]

Kim Seokjin was an asshole.

He was a Grinch, a Scrooge, a Boogeyman, and if you had to describe him, you would use every swear word in the dictionary. He picked on every aspect of a dish, spat out spoonfuls of food just because he didn’t like a certain flavor, and threw whole dishes that took hours to make into the trash. And most of all, he loved to pick on you, his merciless harassing extending from the days where you were his student into the days where you received a job at his restaurant--you were extremely surprised when you got the acceptance email; maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hate you as much as you thought he did.

He wasn’t really that bad, you supposed. Manager Kim Namjoon liked him, and Namjoon was a decent guy through and through. You used to spend lots of time with him when you started working, but Seokjin had noticed, and his biting comments turned into scathing remarks until you stopped talking to Namjoon as much. Seokjin, others had jokingly said, was probably jealous. No, you had bit back, he was just a conceited asshole.

You take it back; he was that bad. But at least he got you your job. That was something. He was known to be hard on people; others had reassured you that he was this way to all newcomers because he saw a way to shape potential. But as others got the treatment for 6 months tops, yours stretched over an expanse of a year.

Still, he deserved somewhat of a present. Hell, if he found out that you had gotten Namjoon a present, he would throw a hissy fit and the next dish you made would be tossed into the dumpster.

‘‘Chef Kim,’‘ you knocked on the door. Once, twice, no answer. You called out again,’‘ Chef Kim.’‘

That was strange. Kim Seokjin, despite how much of an ass he was, was always prompt with these things.

You opened the door, hesitantly making your way into the dimly lit office.

‘‘Chef Kim, your lights are of-,’‘ your voice cracked slightly as you took in the sight.

His chair was pushed back, and there, tilting his head slightly with his bangs clinging to his forehead from sweat, was Seokjin. Your eyes trailed the sight, taking in his flushed cheeks, his soft panting, the slick noises, and the movement of his hand... Oh. That’s why he didn’t answer the door.

You dropped the gift. The box landed on the floor with a thump, and you winced, hoping the gift hadn’t broken. The chair creaked slightly as he turned to stare at you, really, really stare at you. You swallowed heavily.

‘‘What are you doing here?’‘ his hand movements didn’t stop.

Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment--you didn’t dare think that it was anything else--and you spoke quickly,’’ I can leave. I’m-I’m sorry for walking into your office. I won’t speak of this...predicament to anyone. I’ll be go-going now.’’

You bent down to grab your gift and hightail it out of there when...

‘‘Stay,’‘ Seokjin’s voice was rougher than his usual even, clear almost-pleasant tone. You felt something squeeze slightly in the deeper parts of your stomach at the sound and slightly rubbed your inner thighs together.

‘‘Don’t you want to find out why I’m risking my reputation to do this-oh shit fuck,’‘ he broke off in a groan, and you averted your gaze,’‘ Even if I keep this up, I can’t even cum. And it’s all because of you.’‘

You froze, unable to think or speak or, hell, even breathe.

‘‘I think about you, the way you always tempt me without even knowing, and I get hard all over again. I bet you’re so tight that you would squeeze down on me,’‘ he panted out,’‘ It makes me want to put you under my control, to fucking take over until you can only think of me. So you won’t think of anyone else but me.’‘

You let out an uneven breath.

‘‘Chef Kim, this isn’t professional. We’re at work; there are chefs outside and guests and-,’‘ you were silenced.

‘‘No one will come in unannounced, not like you. Now come over here,’‘ Seokjin groaned,’’ Let me see what you have to give.’’

You found yourself taking steps forward, and you weren’t aware you were until you were kneeling in front of him, reaching out to take hold of his length. It pulsed and throbbed slightly under your touch, and you experimentally dragged your hand up and down.

‘’Shit, you feel so fucking good,’’ he hissed between clenched teeth, his hips rolling up.

You glanced at him through your lashes before pressing a soft kiss on his precum-stained tip. You gave small kitten licks, raising an eyebrow at the new taste, before stretching open your lips as wide as you could and taking in as much of his length as you could.

Seokjin groaned, his hips bucking up. His length hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, hitting his bare thighs until he dragged back and let you breathe. You pulled off, saliva staining your lips and his dick, before going back down. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you stroked, making soft moaning sounds as you sucked.

His hip movements got jerkier, more erratic as you stroked and licked and sucked, until you felt him let out a husky sound that was a mixture between a groan and a moan. Thick liquid filled your mouth, and you coughed at the new sensation, spitting out a mixture of semen and saliva.

He reached out to stroke your head, his movements gentle and slightly tired. You looked up, your throat aching from the thrusting as you fought for needed air.

‘‘You gave me two gifts. It only makes sense if I give you some gifts too,’‘ the stern look he usually gave was replaced by a softer one. This was the most gentle you had ever seen him.

And as you got up on shaky legs and slotted yourself onto his thigh, a whine pulled from your lips, you thought of how fortunate it was that you decided to give Seokjin a gift.

And maybe, maybe he wasn’t as much of an asshole as you had originally thought.

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w-dyean · 4 years

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Yandere, In Which Hosuh Fucking Kills Everyone

Monday

It's a curious feeling.

Being watched. It's weird and tingly, and your hair on your neck and arms rise quickly in the cold air. You feel like you haven't worn enough clothes to go outside.

It's a creepy feeling too.

Stephen's been feeling like this recently. The soft tap of his sneakers on the pavement reberates through the cold morning air, and all is silent except the faint whistle of wind and the rustling of leaves in that air.

It feels like a normal morning, but it's not.

He pulls on the strap of his messenger bag tighter and purses his lips, then biting it a little, more than a little unnerved.

"Maybe I'm just overreacting," he whispers to himself, brushing purple locks away from his eyes.

But it doesn't explain why it happens nearly every day.

No matter. When I get to school, I think I'll be safe.

I think.

He passes the postbox near the school's vicinity, his sleeve brushing the metal in his slight rush, though he was always punctual.

Again the feeling of being watched.

"Who's there?" Stephen spins around, uncertain.

Nothing. Not a movement, no car, no animal.

Maybe I'm really overreacting.

He reaches the school gates in a record five minutes, something that made him produce a light sweat.

God, that was stressful.

He proceeds down the road through the main gate. There are already people streaming in, some stopping to talk or to wait for a particular someone.

He'll see Daniel and Jo in class.

He walks past the students, voices rolling over each other like countless waves lapping against the coast.

It's probably nothing. I don't have to tell them about it.

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"Hey, Stephen!" Dan perks up immediately and obviously when Stephen does enter their shared classroom, arm slung in a laid-back way.

"Hey," he greets, sliding into the seat next to him. "How's the weekend?"

"Not that great but who cares! It's school time!"

Stephen smiles internally at his excitement at the prospect of school, something he nor the other students at this school possessed.

"I guess," Stephen says, bringing out a book from his messenger bag, the one he loved and read again and again. The book got crumpled, but the story never did.

"Still reading that old book?"

"You know how much I like it, Daniel." Stephen puts a heavier accent and emphasis on that last word, transitioning to a slow drawl.

"Of course! But I don't get it. What's that good about an old book?" Dan pokes the book's cover, in which Stephen responded by pulling it away from him.

"Excuse you, it's not that old-- and it's really interesting!" Stephen runs a finger across its spine, passionately eager. "The plot's so good, how do you even plan it? And the story's so captivating--" He loses his voice in his breathless excitement, smiling tenderly at the book's slightly wrinkled cover.

"Okay, zoomer," Dan pushes his chair back on the back legs, it emitting a loud groan of protest in the process. "Anyway, class' about to start. Where's Jo?"

And speak of the devil (or maybe Dan really was one, Stephen never knew), a boy with slightly askew glasses bursts in, black hair tussled and messy, one hand supporting the door.

"Am I late or am I late?!" their friend Jo, affectionately donned the nickname 'JoCat', yells into the stunned class full of stunned classmates.

"Nah, you're fine, Jo," Stephen calls softly, hoping to soothe the class with his words.

It works, the class going back to whatever they were doing before, the low murmur of conversation and small talk resumed.

"Ah, I'm here now," declares Jo, sliding into the seat behind them.

"Next time, don't slide in like some fashionably late princess," Stephen laughs, voice gentle as always, his laughter a bubbly one.

"My, there is a next time? I'll sure to do it."

"No, seriously, don't," Dan says, voice a bit rougher than when he was talking to Stephen, annoyance-tinged, "What if it was a teacher?"

"Reasonable point." Jo says, appearing to be thinking.

"Class, settle down, zip those mouths, smash your personal enjoyment devices and objects under your desk, and class' going to start," a stern but friendly voice rings followed by a flurry of movement as everyone turns around to face the front or keep their irrelevant items.

Ms Shai taps the whiteboard. "Class starts from now."

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It's not that he hates school, but it was just way too boring and slow-paced in his opinion.

That's probably why he feels release at the words of "Break!"

He stands up, book equipped in hand, first one out of the door. Dan and Jo knew that he needed space during break times, usually alone time with a book, and he was grateful for the fact.

He takes his place at the fountain, the ledge where he always sat, and flips open the book, starting from the beginning again. He almost knows every paragraph word for word, yet the plot always manages to surprise him when it does, something he loves about it.

He hums a light tune in his semi-conscious state, too immersed in the book.

Though he felt it again. Hair raising.

Slight cold.

It followed me to school?

Stephen thinks at the top of his mind, but the thought soon drifts off to the unknown.

As someone watches him intensely, eyes never moving, in the shadow of a tree.

#Danplan #actually stephen #Hosuh #Stosuh #Jay Ko #Daniel Lim #Dp #Danplan fanfiction #Fanfiction #Yandere

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Let's say that darling has been very well behaved for over a year, stockholm has long since instilled into them, and shyly asks if they can try for a baby. How would the boys react? Which ones are on board for knocking up his darling? Pls I'm so horny for breeding it's embarrassing.

Ahh I finally finished for these! It took a while lol but I tried to cover most of it

Zhongli is the best for taking care of you. He's not super panicky, but he is subtly concerned due to seeing his darling as so fragile. Constantly running around and getting you everything you ask for and a bunch of things you didn't ask for. Making sure you virtually never get up, gets you all the food you crave and the softest things to lay on.

And he'll insist on it. Like... He won't let you do anything, even those few freedoms you had before. Will constantly be checking up on you, probably won't leave the house. You're gonna be seeing even more of him than usual.

Now, yandere wise... An escape attempt during this time... Won't go over well. As usual, he kind of deludes himself about it, attributes it to hysteria of some sort, induced by your imbalanced hormones. That's ok. You just need something to keep you controlled. Unfortunately, he can't just give you hormonal control, as it could mess you or the baby up, so most likely it means keeping you heavily sedated. Makes things much easier.

He's surprisingly really good at handling a kid, though. Very gentle and capable, not particularly nervous, but not careless. He's one you won't have to worry about.

Albedo can be... Obnoxious. Bless him. You can't eat this, there's a .0002% chance it can harm the baby. You should sleep in this position, wake up at this time, do breathing exercises, constantly check your temperature and blood pressure and... You get the idea. He's very matter of fact about it, but deep down he's a nervous boi about it all. He's worried about possibilities of something bad happening, and will feel like it's his fault if something bad did happen. He'll be overall eager to actually have a kid though.

So he'll kind of rule your every action for a while - it's better not to challenge him, really, because if you do he'll go on and on about the medical, scientific reasons why you can't do this and have to do that. He's sweet about it though, you can tell he really cares. Outside of what he's dictated as necessary or forbidden by health reasons, he'll try to get you the things you want and crave, and will try to keep you sitting down as much as possible.

He gets extra nervous when holding a kid. Very stiff, perfectly still, probably gives it back very quickly out of nervousness.

Childe is ever the smug bastard. Wants to show you off, will take you places because look at him and the cute little wife he knocked up! It's a property thing, you're his little wife and he fucked you and now you have his baby. He's very proud of it all.

And actually, he'll be a little sweeter than usual all around, he's just in such a good mood. He'll have to lay off the sadistic tendencies for the sake of your health, so you get some respite in that regard, he becomes a lot more gentle, and will even do sweet things for you. He'll still be kind of condescending, though, teasing you as usual.

On a yan level, he's... More obsessive. In the past, he might have been one to leave little windows of opportunity to leave just to chase you, gave you wiggle room to be defiant so he could get the thrill of punishing you, but that's gone now. The moment you act up he'll lay down the consequences, and make it very clear you won't be disobeying from now on.

Holding a kid, he's more gentle than usual, but will definitely be one to pull some shit like pretending like he's about to drop it just to see you panic.

Bonus, a few years down the road he's gonna be super obsessive and showoff-y. Think Maes Hughes level of proud.

Diluc is kind of hilarious because he's a nervous wreck. It's adorable. It gets annoying kinda fast, though, he's constantly panicked over every little thing you do, acts like a slight pained groan is a sign that you're dying or something. He's kind of embarrassed about his own tendency to be overly worried, and he'll cave to being teased about it. He'll be very happy initially because it fits the ideal in his head of what he wants, though.

He's actually not particularly worse, because you're already pretty restricted. He will, however, significantly reduce the number of people that come to the winery, instead choosing to meet all of his appointments elsewhere if not cancel them entirely. He doesn't like people being close to you, even just in proximity - even if they don't know you're there, it makes him feel uneasy. He'll check on you frequently, more than usual, and insist on everything you eat, drink, and every waking moment is accounted for and approved of.

He'll hesitate to hold one because he's so nervous about dropping it or something. And he nearly does because he's so trembling. Again, it's actually really cute, and he's definitely embarrassed by it.

Kaeya is... Problematic. As I've said before, he's actually one of a few where you run the risk of jealousy. It's incredibly immature, and he's well aware of that, so he'll keep it well hidden. But it kind of irks him if he sees how much you stress over a baby. As a result, he's one of the ones who might actually be in a worse mood than he was before. He'll need a lot of reassurance, not in those exact words because he's too proud to say so directly, but reassurance that you'll always love him more. And it's in your best interest to give an affirmative answer. Pregnancy with him would probably be an accident, but if you ask he might agree to it.

Will definitely be more restrictive, and potentially a bit rougher, even. He'll still feel bad for you and do things for you, but he'll cling to you even more, and more shamelessly than usual. He'll double check the locked doors, make sure there's a guard posted to grab you if you try to bolt. If you do, it's even less pretty than usual. He'd be one that isn't afraid to threaten you, really. If you like a kid so much more than him, you wouldn't want him to take the kid away and give it to someone else once it's born, would you?

If holding it, he kinda... Calms down. A lot of those doubts and negative feelings are still there, but he can't help but feel an affection too. He'll get really quiet, but serious.

Xingqiu is a bit similar to Albedo. Very matter of fact about it all, and boy does his research. He's happy about it and gladly will knock you up, but he's very particular about everything. Like, good God, you didn't know there were so many books on pregnancy. He's a worrier, but he's got a little bratty pride and won't let you know he's a nervous wreck about it all. He makes himself out to be The Expert, but he's actually pretty worried about your health. Similarly, he'll regulate you quite a bit, insist on having his family's servants do things for you, so he doesn't have to spend a second away from your side.

He likes to spend a lot of time fantasizing, though, he's also one of those that really likes to do "child planning." He's got their education planned out, he's got lists of names, he smiles as he daydreams about doing this and that. Overall he's one of the best you can have in this regard.

He's the gentlest little thing if he's holding a child. You don't have to worry about anything, really, he's soft and gentle and probably the best of all for holding.

Razor is, and y'all saw this coming, very pleased! Generally in a very good mood, smiling and nuzzling you even more than usual. To be honest, your lifestyle doesn't change much, still consisting of sitting around all day, but he insists you sleep more, and will trade any walks you used to take with even more naps.

Likes to lay his head on your belly, generally just being extremely physically affectionate, cuddly and nuzzly even more than usual, which is saying something tbh. He's the opposite of the Albedo/Xingqiu type - he'll be asking you questions because he understands the very basic concept of fuck -> pregnant -> baby, but ???? How does it work? Why are you so moody? Why are you craving weird food? Boy did not realize how much goes into it all and it's very confusing. You can use this to your advantage, though. Tell him humans can't fuck while pregnant or it's guaranteed to harm the baby or something - he'll be devastated but reluctantly accept it. You'll just have a sore throat for a while.

Please don't let this boy carry a baby without specifically teaching him how to do so. You'll have a heart attack when he tries to pick it up by the back of the neck or by the foot or something. He's happy though, at least.

Xiao is... Difficult. He'll be actually pretty easily agreeing to it, really, he has no real reason to object even if he's uneasy. He's kind of detached from it, and really his behavior doesn't change much outside of a few comments here or there and willingness to get you certain foods. He probably would find a trusted source to teach him what he needs to know on how to take care of you, he's too proud to ask you himself. It's safe to say his knowledge on it all is virtually zero, but deep down he IS concerned for your well-being, even if he doesn't show it very well.

Xiao's already one of the most restrictive yans, so like with Razor, your lifestyle doesn't change much - you go from being locked in a room all day... To be locked in a room all day, except now you're pregnant. He'll probably be more cautious to check on you more often, though.

Tbh, he's also one that might get a bit jealous, but he wouldn't know why, rather, doesn't recognize and understand his own feelings. He'll just kind of sulk a bit, even pout, it's pretty uncharacteristic and even a bit funny.

Holding a kid, you'll probably be a bit uneasy, just because he has no concept of gentleness, but he does surprisingly well if given instructions.

#lena's asks #tw: pregnancy

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i saw a writing meme abt a ship in various prompts and immediately applied it to shenzed lol some of the scenarios are in the past and entertain a lot of my personal headcanons. like this is basically just a masterpost of my headcanons

wordcount: 4k, not explicit but pretty nsfw

topics: fake dating, bodyswap, sexpollen, secret kinks, first kiss, au, dark fic, and a sick ass crossover with mkx

cw age gap, noncon, yandere zed

Fake dating: as students, shen would try so hard to prioritize the mission, which is good because zed has it running secondary to making sure their relationship is believable as possible. of course that involves throwing himself all over shen and demanding shen make ridiculous sounds in private because they're listening in, shen, give them a show, make it convincing, and shen even knows zed is just taking advantage of the situation but he's too committed to the job to turn him down in public and risk the facade, so he just rolls along with it and smiles lovingly at zed and that's actually worse because zed starts getting the mad dokis

if it's after the fall and they have to work together again, it'd probably be while they're hunting jhin and they actually have to fake that they're NOT dating. they're in disguises but shen the bara giant is pretty hard to not notice, so he's just sitting there trying to be all you know. ah it's just me, a farmer, completely single and alone, my boyfriend is totally not hiding in the shadows ready to fuck u up. or zed gets caught out alone and shen comes to the rescue a la mimi's beautiful amazing comic and "my boyfriend's back and ur gonna get in trouble" is just blasting in the bg

Bodyswap: if this is during their student days, they'd actually probably have a lot of fun with it. zed likes being able to look at himself from different angles and shen secretly likes it too until zed goes in front of a mirror and starts making expressions just to see what shen's face looks like when he's really surprised! or what he looks like when he's picking his nose, or sticking out his tongue, and shen is just desperately covering zed's face and begging him to stop making those faces while he’s in shen’s body and please don't do that in front of other people

zed doesn't do it front of other people because he wants to be the only one who knows what it looks like, of course, and when he's alone, he tries on other expressions. he wants to see what shen looks like when he's happy, and smiling, and laughing, and it feels forced in front of the mirror but seeing it makes his heart flutter anyways. wanting to see what shen looks like when he's happy quickly turns into wanting to see what shen looks like when he's horny and then zed just straight up masturbates in front of the mirror. thanks zed.

anyway shen plays with himself too but he tries not to at first, he's better than that, this is so wrong and zed is going to kill him – until he remembers zed would definitely and has probably already taken advantage of this and then he just touches himself everywhere to see if this area is something he likes or if it's just a particularly sensitive area on zed's body (which is knowledge he's gleaning just for the sake of knowledge, of course, n-not like he's planning on utilizing it or anything...)

while they were students shen almost exclusively topped since "the son of the headmaster shouldn't be on his knees" so later when zed convinces shen into playing around it's an absolute delight for zed to get to be the pitcher for once, even if he's basically fucking his own body. shen agrees just because he doesn't want to have to look at himself, and besides zed's body is already used to it so shen willingly bottoms and being the repressed little sub he is he just fucking loses it and breathlessly asks zed afterwards with tears in his eyes, "are you always that sensitive?" and zed is like ??? not enough to fuckin cry about it and thats how shen discovers he likes taking it up the bum

if it's after the fall of the kinkou they'd probably just try to experiment with each other's abilities, then realize that even though they have access to them they can't really harness the power the same way. like zed's clones are sentient, and when shen finally manages to make one it just stares back at him for a while and then starts laughing uncontrollably, "i thought something was odd. now how did this happen?" and shen is unamused and more than a little flustered at being made to feel incompetent when he can't control the shadow and it just keeps laughing at him in zed's voice.

meanwhile zed is excited to finally be able to see the spirits the way shen does, and he tries to walk the spirit realm and teleport and kind of just ends up concentrating himself into an aneurysm because he can't fucking figure it out and does the Old Man Yells At Cloud thing when he tries to talk to the spirits to get them to help him understand. they don't give a fuck about shen half the time so unsurprisingly, they don't pay any attention to zed either. also, zed would still masturbate in front of a mirror, except he does it furiously in this case

god im sorry that was so long but i just. i love the bodyswap trope so much o(-<

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it: as students, pretty much everything between them has to be a competition so it's a battle of wills to not jump each other and zed tries to goad shen on by playing up but being that close to each other just makes it worse. zed devolves into pretty much just clinging onto shen and begging him to please give in

shen doesn't want any of it, not when they're being made to feel that way, but zed insists that it isn't making him feel anything, not anything different from usual anyway. so shen brings him off with sympathetic intentions at first, and gently pushes zed's hands away whenever he tries to reciprocate, but watching zed come undone affects him more than he expected it to. zed said it isn't any different from usual but it is, zed isn't normally this pliant and desperate, and he doesn't usually call shen's name so sweetly and sometimes zed will outright make shen fight to get zed beneath him, but now, zed yields to him so easily and that should be evidence of how wrong this is but shen is so utterly captivated with this eager zed that he gives in and gives him the good dickin. he's super disappointed with himself later while zed is just smiling dopily, completely satisfied

fuck or die after the fallout would be rough hate-filled sex, zed pushing shen's face into the dirt and forcing him because it's easier that way. shen bitterly spits out that he'd rather die than touch zed, and zed only laughs because they both know that's a lie. if it were anyone else shen would 100% approach this with his usual pragmatism but it's zed and he hates being made to lose control like this, and of course zed won't just get it over with. he takes his pleasure and then leaves shen tied down and makes sure to work shen slowly and coax him with disgusting gentleness into climax, making it good for him and shen hates every second. he doesn't do anything like try to make shen beg because that shit would go nowhere fast, and afterwards zed is just completely smug with himself and shen hates him more than ever

Secret kinks: zed loves body odor which is really fucking unfortunate because shen reeks of it after the hours he spends training, and he probably knows it bc why else would he have his dirty clothes so conveniently left out like that for zed to furiously wank into while grumbling stupid sexy stinky shen

he has a bored and ignored kink too, but he's too fucking needy for it to ever take place out of his control so he has to specifically negotiate with shen to not pay attention to him during a scene, like zed showing off his bod or blowing shen while shen's just trying to read as long as they're 100% clear that shen has to make up for it later

he probably tries to convince shen to pee himself at least once but gets kinkshamed to death and never tries again. he also loves shen's hands/wrists and being praised. like ok, shen likes being praised too right? he'll glow and be intensely pleased and would fit that indulgent kind of "good boy!! you like pleasing me don't you" praise kink but zed's is like a fucking id-tagged collar in which only shen can hold the leash. shen gives him a passing glance and a murmured, "well done" while zed's just like sweeping and zed will somehow always be sweeping somewhere shen can see for the next five days, with a boner. you know what i mean??

anyway shen is the most repressed fucker out there so he THINKS he's vanilla but shen's definition of vanilla is very. i mean. he regularly undergoes resistance training and mindfuckery so you could tie him up and CBT him and he'd still just be like ah good ol vanilla sex. a lot of the kinks he has he isn't really even aware of having. shen doesn't know what he likes a lot of the time, in and out of bed. he spent his entire life being dictated, and it isn't until after zed gets rid of all the people who did that to him that he's forced to consider more deeply about himself

and of course he immediately finds that he likes being dominated and having someone else take control, even if they completely fuck him up in the process. he likes being collared and humiliated but he doesn't like his position as the eye of twilight being brought into it so shit like "look how far the eye has fallen" isn't gonna fly.

even so he's a bit of an exhibitionist. it's probably a carry-over from his student days when being caught was a definite possibility in a household full of ninja, so he likes the rush of doing it outside, especially since it also has the benefits of being rougher and quicker and there being no time for nonsense or softness

the concept of aftercare is a foreign one. the first time zed tries to administer it shen is repulsed and probably tries to escape but he can't get away from zeds sweet sweet embrace. he doesn't ever get used to it, not from zed the two-faced snake, and for good reason honestly. zed's brand of tenderness is kind of saccharine and condescending, and all too often he whispers secrets as if shen cares at all that zed used to love him, or that zed is glad he's here now, or that zed doesn't want to hurt him. really, he doesn't care. at all. not a bit.

also he tries to keep it secret that he loves getting dicked by zed's clones but it's pretty obvious. zed hates it because he gets jealous of himself but he absolutely loves all of shen's other kinks since he thinks shen would never trust someone other than zed to do those things to him

Their first kiss: shen was definitely the one who had to initiate it!! zed would have been fine with just pining after shen his entire life (not really), because he sure as hell wasn't going to give shen another point in his favor by letting him know that zed had F-FEELINGS FOR HIM... regardless it's still obvious as fuck to everybody, including shen, who kind of takes it in stride because let's be real shen was probably the target of numerous an unrequited crush in his life.

shen thinks he's doing a good job handling zeds emotions, letting him down gently without making it obvious he knows zed likes him, and it comes so naturally to him because hes so used to doing it that he doesn't even stop to think that maybe he actually kind of looks forward to zed's not-so-subtle attempts to spend more time together?? maybe he actually kind of wants to hold his hand?? maybe he's actually a raging homosexual?????

so the kiss would happen after a really tough mission that they just barely scraped through together, and shen's just so happy that they're both alive and safe that he gives zed a big ol smooch. obviously zed's not-so-subtle attempts become outright overt now that he knows it's mutual (even if shen keeps embarrassedly trying to convince him it's not)

likewise, their first kiss after they start working together to hunt jhin would also be shen calling it. zed's older now and not as angry and petulant. their history and ties are so intensely and irrevocably woven together that he just kind of dully accepts that a little part of him will always love shen, right next to the part that will always resent him. because of that he doesn't want to ruin this tentative (and probably temporary) truce they've got going on, even though he's unexpectedly thrilled to have shen by his side again and he's dying to ask whether stick-up-his-ass prudish shen has bedded anyone else in the past five years

shen's kind of not really in the same boat bc the power dynamic is mostly in his favor and it's zed who has to watch his footing, but shen has never had an equal like zed before or since. he can see that zed's changed, but he's also remained the same in the ways that matter and not all of them matter in a good way. for one, he still doesn't see reason in balance, and shen argues that zed himself is contributing to the power balance by foiling shen and zed absolutely hates that because he doesn't want to sustain a war between their clans just for the sake of shen's notion of equilibrium.

shen feels duty-bound and obligated to his clan to you know, not consort with the enemy, but he's also aware of the intrinsic connection he has with zed and how they're naturally drawn together. and it could be something as tiny as a bad dream or getting caught in the rain or meeting eyes when they've both just awoken, and shen acknowledges the inevitability of it and just kisses him

anyways when!! will riot give me my jhin lore follow-up!!

A crossover of my choice: the events of ninja gaiden could fit seamlessly right into ionia but there's pretty much no way im picking it over a mortal kombat crossover.... yall know how much my ass loves mkx

anyway quan chi has manipulated pretty much every one and thing in existence so it's not at all surprising that he was the one who brought into existence the scroll of shadows that corrupts zed and instills in him a thirst for power so great it drives him to destroy the kinkou. zed's death animation where he opens a portal? actually just to get back to netherrealm. quan chi sees him and just sighs again, really? and restores him and sends him back up

also ok. i know thematically shen has a lot in common with subzero but think of raiden and shen..... raiden was probably bosom buddies with master kusho, they regularly convened to discuss the state of earthrealm and shen got to inherit that friendship and trust!! raiden guides him and tells him how to purify zed, which leads him into scorpion and subzeros path since at this point they're revenants too. afterwards shen holds the recovery club for "I Was Under Quan Chi's Control" but only hanzo and kuai liang are invited

after all zed still has his entire fucking order of shadows which were forged under quan chi's ideals, and just like how hanzo still resents the massacre of his clan zed still resents the kinkou--that wasn't something that was instilled into him through quan chi's control. so basically everyone hates zed still. bye zed

i had fatalities for shen and zed written out too but....... i dont want to talk abt it here since it's obviously gorey and honestly embarrassing to talk about lmao!!! NEXT

An AU of my choice: i love my bloodborne AU so much but it's too detailed and involves more than just sz so i'll settle for another one about time shenanigans

shen tries to bypass zed's whole crawling into a shadow portal and escaping death thing by sealing him away in a time loop, but when the dust settles something's obviously gone wrong. there's a body laying there and shen picks him up and carries him inside and no one can really believe it, but the old kinkou veterans were raised next to that face and they know what zed looked like in his youth.

he's ten years younger, before the order of shadows and before the golden demon, and he hasn't just been aged down but swapped places entirely because he knows fuck all about what's going on. akali wants to kill him before he can fuck everything up but agrees that'd mess with too much other shit, kennen is so so sad and tries the hardest to make zed feel at home even though he and zed were never particularly close, and shen keeps his distance as best he can manage. he doesn't want to look at this zed when all it makes him think about is how things should have been

young zed feels confused and alone as fuck in this future timeline. so many members of the kinkou are foreign to him and the familiar ones are made of bitter implications and no one tells him outright why he's being ostracized, shen is never at the temple and when he is he's holed away. zed has to practically ambush him just to find out shen's already gone to pay zilean a visit to work out what's gone wrong, and all zilean told him was that he needed to find where the feedback came from that switched the zeds

eventually someone tries to assassinate zed as a preventative measure and shen realizes it's not safe for him at the kinkou monastery, so he takes zed with him on his journey to find the zero point and angst happens as they measure each other up to the versions of themselves they're familiar with--present shen is discomfited by how naive past zed is, past zed can't believe how much bigger the stick up shen's ass got, but after he learns what his future self did he can't imagine ever hating shen enough to do that to him. queue lots of bonding, slow burn, shen waffling and acting under a LOT of pretenses because he doesnt want to take advantage of this younger zed, who sees him as a mentor

meanwhile present zed wakes up in his old room and thinks he's trapped in a memory, and confirms it the only way he knows how. he sneaks into shen's room and is completely delighted upon finding a young shen who's much too interactive to be just a memory, and quickly works out what's happened. the thought of killing shen doesn't even cross his mind, not when shen barely presents a challenge like this. rather, he finds himself appreciating the change in their dynamics now that the power balance is tipped in zed's favor.

he goes on his own trip to find zilean and tells shen to stay here and give master kusho an excuse as to why zed is gone. instead, zed vanishes off away from the monastery and, twenty minutes later, has to make himself detectable just so shen can find him properly from where he's followed zed to.

zed secretly wanted this to happen and gladly takes the young shen under his wing. obviously he doesn't tell him why zed's eyes are red or his hair is white or why sometimes he'll completely disappear in the shadows. eventually he coaxes shen into bed and fucks him, which is something shen never allowed him in his time, and the sensations of it are transmitted to future shen through his dreams and he wakes up feeling phantom sensations of zed holding him and eventually the present sz discover they have a very rudimentary means of communicating through their past selves via sex dreams/strong emotions lol

the juxtaposition between present shen and zed would have been explored, because even though at a glance, shen sticks to his lawfulness and zed immorally takes advantage of the power imbalance, when they each discover that they receive the feelings of their past selves, zed treats past shen tenderly and tries to make him softer.... whispers the things he needs to remember, in the hopes that present shen will hear them and meet him halfway so that they can fix the timeline (and also meet him halfway feelings-wise 83c) whereas shen fights the young past zed and humiliates him, trains him even though logic tells him he shouldn't, treats zed the way the kinkou treated him, and all the feelings conveyed to present zed are ones of bitterness until it reaches a head and past zed snaps at him and almost dies. after that shen realizes that in lieu of master kusho distancing zed from the clan, shen is now the one doing that, when he should be taking this as an opportunity to fix the future and set things right between them.

just like present shen is forced to confront things about himself though, so is present zed. his feelings of "haha past shen was such a puppy" turn into slow realizations of why he loved shen in the first place. he thought, all this time, it was just because he was attracted to power and back then, shen had had it in abundance. but now, he can destroy shen any time he wishes and yet... it just makes him regret even more how things ended up the way they did, and he tries to give vague hints to past shen about things to avoid, and to remember to take care of himself and master kusho.

anyways it turns out the whole thing was engineered by zilean because he sees all timelines and he wants one where there isn't a fucking war between the shadows and the kinkou

ok i put this one at the bottom just bc it's yandere zed and it's pretty fucked and does get pretty graphic

tw mind control, brief ableism, amputation, lobotomy

Dark!fic: all of zed's students knows of his fixation on shen. by now everyone's used to those brief intense moments where he'll waft smog from his body just thinking about shen nd cursing his existence but none of them really know the full extent of it. it's not just zed, but the shadows as well, and they've wanted shen for such a long time, especially after kusho sealed them away. to take control of shen would be the first step to controlling two worlds after all, but instead, after all their pining, it's zed who comes along and they don't care about him but its their first opportunity in years, and they can sense the frustration and mutability in him so with no other option they decide he'll do

but when they take him over, zed's present fixation on shen, a very different sort, warps the shadows' and it becomes this twisted love where zed wants shen solely for himself, shen's mind and body and ambition must all belong to him, and he needs to kill everyone who gets in the way of that. of course, shen's father is first. then, the rest of the kinkou. when he finally has shen, he really doesn't want his hard work to go to waste! shen fights back of course but that's what makes him so cute--no, no, it's why he's a worthy host body, take him now--but all of zed's hard work!--and shen, where do you think you're going?

oh geez. zed REALLY doesn't want to do this but shen's always been so strong and zed can't guarantee he'll always be able to overpower shen or outrun him. well, he will be able to guarantee it if shen has no legs! you complete utter fool you've rendered him useless! he loves shen's hands though so he gets to keep those.

zed was really hoping that would be all it took, he was even being extra nice to shen by not force-feeding him those chi suppressants. but no. a week later shen tries to escape again, by warping out this time, and zed desperately and frantically tears the place apart looking for him. he sends his order out but shen could be anywhere at all, though shen's mind apparently couldn't take him very far because they find him rather quickly. he's lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood. it looks like he was dragging himself towards the edge of that cliff, but the ones who found him don't tell zed that.

zed is heartbroken. he's not even angry, maybe a little, but he's just so sad that shen still wants to leave him after all they've been through. he holds shen and apologizes over and over for taking his legs, he knows shen was--attached to them. zed will definitely make it up to him. he loves shen so much. the shadows agree with that much at least. as gently as he can he straps shen to a chair and takes out an ice pick, positioning it very carefully over shen's prefrontal cortex. shen, please stop squirming and shouting, please, he doesn't want to hurt you. he's going to make it better. he's going to make it so that you never want to leave.

on a lighter note thnks for checkin in!! i dont realistically expect anyone to read the entire thing because the way i type is actually horrendous but thanks for reading even a lil bit. i wrote this like 5 months ago which is thankfully enough time to not care as much about how embarrassing this is :)

i lied im still embarrassed

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