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yandereforme · 3 months

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Twin Yandere Dieties, Axdon and Amis, who loved you in another life and weren’t willing to let you leave in this one.

You were originally a reluctant visitor to the temple, who only came due to pressure from friends and family, but you were interesting enough to draw their attention. They loved you deeply, but they didn’t always pay very much attention to you, and were manipulative and dismissive towards your concerns about the relationship.

Things came to a head when you caught Axdon with another person. You stopped visiting them all together, angry and heartbroken. This was what started their descent into a yandere mindset. Both Axdon and Amis missed you, but you wouldn’t accept their gifts, straight up ignoring the Axdon’s gifts and being cold to Amis after you found out they knew about the affair. The twins were starting to go crazy due to the lack of your love, causing major disasters to start up in different parts of the country. Finally, you agreed to meet up with them again in the temple. They were sitting waiting for you when they heard the scream, your scream.

They held you while you died, neither noticing the binding spells around them until it was too late. In anger, Amis cast a curse condemning that family line to always be marked for their sins, with a red mark on their body, similar to the silver and gold their lover had gotten for them on the small of their back, but this mark would cause pain when touched and work as a brand/mark of their crimes. Axdon cursed the family to always endure tragedy, and never live a happy or blissful life until you were returned to them.

(The reason you were killed? Revenge, plain and simple. They blamed you and your twin gods for the disasters (which were the gods faults) and decided to destroy the threat by killing you and encasing the gods in a ritual object(I’m thinking a knife or pot))

Fast forward several hundred years later, to modern times when some European archaeologists discovered and accidentally released the gods, who immediately released hell on earth. After a few days, they brought in a translator of the dead language the gods were speaking, and managed to discern that Axdon and Amis would not stop until all who were marked were brought to them to kill. Amis decided to make it easier on the mortals by keeping a counter of the amount of people left.

Fast forward again, it’s a post apocalyptic world following the gods’ return. There are only three marked people left(the number went up a month ago, making both of the gods’ angry.)

You, your little sister, and your newborn child are the last people to have the mark. You saw your family slaughtered around you, and ran. You watched in horror, as those ‘gods’ killed and tortured your family one after another. You may have not cared for your family, may have been angry with their treatment of you and your sister, but this? They didn’t deserve to suffer this.

Now, the father of your baby, your now ex-fiancée, was standing smugly with a new girl on his arm as you and your sister were brought in chains to the gods. You held your baby close to your chest, not making eye contact with the gods, until one got closer and you heard them singing under their breath a song you knew vaguely, a song you used to hum when working, but-

“Your singing it wrong.” It took a second for you to realize what you said. You could hear the gasps behind you, and you moved in front of your sister, shoving the baby into her arms as you did so.

“You little-“ One started before the other cut them off. “How should I be singing it then?” The voice was cold, making you shiver, but you steeled your nerves and looked up at the bastards. If you were going to die, you might as well not be a little bitch about it.

You cleared your throat, and with hatred in your heart and eyes, you started to sing. It was a song of unrequited but undeniable love, but you channeled your anger into it, making it as if the singer was angry at being made to fall in love.

You watched as the gods grew still as you sang, how their looks of explosive anger and sadistic cruelty changed to shock and awe. You could feel your sister shifting behind you, but you didn’t look away from the cruel gods, not even after your song ended.

“Where is your mark?” The second one asked coolly. The guard nearest to you grabbed you, eager to show it off, but the first one growled and he let go. You glared as you shifted around to show it off, turning to face your sister. You could hear two sets of footsteps grow closer, and see your sister’s frightened expression.

The guards had carved a whole into your shirt, showing off your mark on the small of your back. You knew your mark was different than the others, and had heard the guards joking about if this made you more important to be killed, and meant they would get paid more for helping to bring you in.

You could feel their hands tracing your mark, and you were surprised by how nice it felt. Your mark usually burned at touch, but this felt almost relaxing, something that would have made you smile if not for the situation at hand.

“It can’t be…” the angrier twins voice was hushed, almost reverent. Suddenly, your baby let out a whimper, and you grabbed them into your arms as quickly as you could, but you could hear the stillness behind you.

You turned around with your baby in your arms. You could see the little red mark on their arm, amid the bruises you knew the guards caused. You saw a hand reach out to the baby and pulled away, keeping your sister behind you. Suddenly, you had a desperate, wild idea. They seemed interested in you right? Maybe they would spare your sister and child if you went with them, or at least grant them a quick death.

“Leave them alone. I- I’ll let you kill me and do whatever you want just, leave them be, please.” Your voice shook and you hated yourself for it. The twins looked …. Shocked. The angrier one looked devastated, while the other one looked contemplatively at you, your baby, and your sister

You felt the shock of a guard kicking you down to the ground, but you only had a moment before the gods struck. One of them grabbed the guard by the throat, while the other rested a hand on your face, turning it upwards towards them.

“We will not kill you, nor your siblings. No one will take you from us again.” You couldn’t understand what was going on. You could vaguely hear the crowd murmuring behind you, and the sounds of the other god slowly torturing the guard who kicked you, but you could only really focus on your blood roaring in your ears and the worried, almost tender look the the god in front of you was giving you.

What the actual fuck?

Note:in case you didn’t realize it when you read it, you are your own reincarnation. The gods started to figure it out with the song, but your mark and its coloring confirmed their suspicions. Also, you don’t know their names when you meet them after being reborn, but Amis was the one humming. If you want to request anything with them, let me know!

Also, I’m running on jet lag and so tired so idk if this is terrible

#yandere #romantic yandere #non binary darling #reincarnation #reincarnated reader #yandere deity #yandere deities #I’m so jet lagged and tired

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yanderegrizzsworld · 1 year

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Romantic or platonic rivalry between Sonic the Hedgheog and Jet the Hawk?

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog & Jet the Hawk (Rivalry)

TW/CW: Implied manipulation

Being stuck between these two is parrallel to that of a never-ending game of tug of war. Whilst Sonic is the more humble of the two, both can & have been proned to allowing their ego to get the better of them on many occasions, including with you.

Both refuse to be second in your life & are quick to call each other's flaws to ensure you view the other in a negative light. Jet boasts about his adventures out around the globe while collecting riches after riches, Sonic talks fondly of days either spent peacefully relaxing under the shade of a tree or of protecting the innocent from any & all forms of evil.

The competitiveness between the two amps like a candle to a blaze when regarding their importance to your life. Not a day, hell even an hour, will go by without these two arguing & seeking to prove that they are the superior to the other whenever they cross paths.

Sonic is brisk when stopping the hawk at his attempts to bribe you with the promise of riches, claiming that he shouldn't be tricking you & pointing that the treasure hunter may have ulterior motives, yet Jet is just as fleet-footed to respond of the hedgehog's periodic speech of perpetual freedom to you & referring to him as a hypocrite.

Jet views zero issues nor concerns when having his team lend him a hand, in mainly convincing you that he is a better choice than Sonic. The blue blur has no desire in involving his friends in the rivalry unless provoked to otherwise, though no matter the outcome, Tails & Wave question their reasonings for wanting a title in your life that they both made up, & with Wave smacking Jet on the head.

Passive-aggressive jabs from Jet turn to full out threats the moment you leave the vicinity, while initially catching him off guard, Sonic grows indifferent to mildly amused at said actions. Jet is not above insisting that the blue hero has threatened him &, if questioned of the legitimacy of his statement, sticks to his story until either Wave forces him to confess or you catch him being arrested to Sonic.

Whenever Sonic clings to you for pets or rubs, the hawk snickers & jabs the hedgehog for his lack of professional adequacy. If you were to ever bring up his own moments & acts of lack of professionalism, Jet shuts your words down stating that he atleast has them to begin with & this can & has led to yet another argument.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #yandere Jet the Hawk #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog x reader #jet the hawk #sonic x reader #Jet the Hawk x reader

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sl33paholics · 7 months

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The Unraveling Knots of Love

Jet Black x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Mentions of sex, cheating, angst, tbh I just wanna make smth emotional

You were currently sitting across from your ex, Jet, on the navy blue round back sofa in the living room. Smoke was curling from the ends of the cigar you’d been smoking for the past half hour, and it was starting to burn your fingers. The air inside the apartment had been stuffy, hot even. You crushed the cigar on your ashtray, but Jet didn’t seem bothered. He looked bored with the whole thing. He wasn’t even drinking anything right now – he had a glass of water at his elbow instead, which he took great care to stir occasionally when he thought no one was looking. You wondered if that was intentional. Probably not.

It had been 11 years since the two of you last saw each other. A decade since your break up. Eleven years, and still nothing had changed about him. You could tell just by looking that he hadn’t changed a bit either. Now bald, those sideburns going down his cheeks to form a beard, you can see that the sides and the back of his head have hair, though. You lifted up your legs and had them to the side as you let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t know why I agreed to meet with you again,” you told him. It came out more like an accusation than a question. You tried to light another cigarette, but they were all gone, so you decided not to waste any time in saying whatever was on your mind. “We haven't spoken' to each other for 'bout, what, over ten years??" You asked. “And this is how you wanna spend your Friday night? Smoking cigars? Sitting on my couch in silence while we try to rebuild our...friendship?” You paused and waited for a response from him. Jet let out a laugh, and it echoed through the room. “You're still the same, Y/N. That sassy attitude of yours, the same way you acted when we first met." he said. "Same mouth. Same stubbornness."

You opened your mouth, ready to respond, but he cut you off. "Just look at yourself," Jet continued. His eyes were narrowed as he focused intently on you, and it almost seemed like he was searching for something.

"Look at yourself and tell me there's anything different about you."

"Well, maybe there is," you countered.

You knew he wasn't going to accept that. You'd given up trying to convince him. "I'm not going to sit here 'nd pretend 'ts okay, just because you want it to be. It don't change the fact that you cheated on me with a friend from high school." You leaned forward slightly, leaning towards him. Jet could see your breasts from your black nightgown, and he watched them move under your gown as you spoke. He swallowed hard. "You ain't sorry." You knew it would get to him. You knew it would make him realize. You wanted him to realize. There was no use in denying it anymore, after all these years. He could see it. He couldn't deny it anymore. You both knew that. But he was too caught up in pretending to ignore the truth to admit it. You knew you shouldn't give up on him, though. You knew he wouldn't do the same for you. Not yet. So you sat back against the cushion and crossed your arms, waiting for Jet to say it. You felt your heart beating faster as you waited. You hoped you weren't sweating. Jet was staring at you, but he wasn’t making eye contact. He wasn’t saying anything.

"Y/N…" he finally started. You waited, and he looked away before continuing. "Listen, I know I fucked up. Fucked up badly to the point where I can barely look at you without remembering all the times I used you. And I'm sorry for that. If only we could go back… I mean, I think you know that." He looked you straight in the eye. "Back then, I was stingy. I didn't apologize, doubled down, you know the whole deal. I guess I just got scared...getting caught." You nodded slowly. "And now I've matured and I can't run away from that...anymore." You stared at him, trying not to look like you wanted to jump out the window or cry. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the moisture collecting behind your eyelashes. "Can you forgive me?" The words sounded foreign coming out of his lips, as if he wasn't sure he was asking permission.

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Jet…" You sighed again, you felt tears beginning to fall down your face. Your hands started to shake uncontrollably. "I can't…I can't forgive you for what you did..." You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore.

Jet leaned in, closer. Too close. "I'm sorry." You couldn't hear him breathe anymore, it sounded as if he was whispering into the shell of your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek. It left a damp spot, like the rain outside on the balcony. "...asshole..” Jet pulled you into him and you put your head onto his shoulder. His shirt smelled like smoke and cigarettes, and his smell reminded you of home. You couldn't stop thinking about how long it had been since the two of you hugged like this. How long it had been since he held you this closely, kissed you this gently, or whispered these sweet words.

You could hardly believe you were holding him, kissing him...it had been eleven years. Ten if you counted the day he broke up with you. You were crying, shaking in his arms, and you couldn't remember the last time you cried this much. Or this hard. But you couldn't stop yourself from sobbing, feeling like a child whose parents had just kicked them out of their house. "I love you...Jet.." you managed to mumble between sobs. You didn’t really know why you were telling him all this. You'd be lying to yourself if you told him that you haven't thought about him from all these years. Hell, you've imagined this exact scene a thousand times since the day you realized he was cheating on you. You just never expected it to happen in real life. But it did. It was here, in front of you. It was real. Jet was here, holding you, kissing you. You loved him.

"I don't wanna lose you again, Y/N. Let's start over."

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of-his-dragoon-ways · 6 months

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Hey Tumblr users, I don't know how to get a good reach on this post but, if someone is s3xually harassing you or pressuring you to do something speak up.

No, means no and I'm tired of being fetishized as a system.

Saying shit like "oh , I bet (x alter) would be more dirty with me is fucking gross".

If you're going to message anyone, RESPECT their fucking boundaries. I've had so many people ask me inappropriate questions in my DMs and it's time for us to speak up against this. It's not okay, ever!! Don't do this shit to people you barely know or have even known for years.

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kitsunefox1108 · 2 years

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Yandere Sonic the hedgehog, Jet the Hawk

X HEDGEHOG READER

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"fighting for your heart"

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SONIC RIDERS SPOILER!

Today was supposed to be a competition for Chaos Emeralds. You were nervous because you didn't want to lose. Sonic and his friends asked to help them, and it would not be very nice if you did not make it to the finish line first.

You cleaned your overboard, adding some extra details to it for speed and beauty. There was still 2-3 hours left. You can take a breath for now.

In order to test your board after the upgrade, you took it with you to the nearest road that you can ride on. It was breathtaking from the upcoming test and the speed that you will have to have.

You got on the road, then got on your board, and .... Started riding.

The speed was limitless, you were in incredible amazement from this, and you understood that you simply would not allow yourself to lose in the competition, corny because of speed. However, your amazement apparently dulled your instinct for self-preservation, and you crashed into a glass wall, after which, you began to fall.

You couldn't get back on the overboard and get back on the road, you were falling and you couldn't believe that now you could crash. This is not at all what you would like at the moment. You fell from a height of 15 floors, and you would have crashed anyway if you fell.

What could happen right now. But it didn't happen.

Someone caught you in flight, and put you on your board next to you, not forgetting to take your board with you.

It was Jet.

You looked at him in shock and didn't know what to say. Adrenaline was above everything else.

- "Fool! If you had been more careful, this would not have happened!" - He shouted to you, turning in your direction for a split second.

- "I... I..." - you couldn't say anything, just holding on tighter to the hawk, and then completely hugging.

If you could see Jet's face, you would see a slight confusion and embarrassment that he tried to hide as much as possible. However, the pride inside the hawk was quite strong, so his self-esteem rose higher when you hugged him.

After a while, you are back on the road. You got off his Borda, holding yours, and bowed.

- "Thank you, I... I don't know how to thank you, but if it weren't for you, I would have crashed..." - You scratched the back of your head, looking away.

- "Phah, I know that I'm beautiful .." - said the hawk, grinning. - "Be careful next time. You're in the competition for emeralds, right?"

- "Ah... Yes, but how did you know?"

- "I noticed that you seem to have improved your board, which means that you obviously need this for more than just to skate faster. However, don't think I'll give you a chance" - he winked.

- "..... We'll see." - You turned towards him with a sly smile. Jet flew on his board somewhere to the side, leaving you all alone.

However, Sonic was not so far away, he was standing behind you, looking with displeasure at the flying Jet.

- "Trash .. I can still charm Y / N, Jet .. "- he thought, standing on the board and flying somewhere to the side.

2 hours later, you were all at the competition. It should have started very soon. You mentally prepared yourself for the fact that you need to be more careful, more careful and also not let Jet take the emeralds. Also to others who also wanted to participate.

Sonic also came to the competition.

As soon as you saw him, you decided to go up to him and talk.

- "Ah... Um... Hello Sonic!" - You tried to say more confidently, but the stress before the start of the race did not allow you to do this.

- "Hello Y/N. Ready for the upcoming race?" - Asked the hedgehog, putting his hands on his hips.

- "Yes, it is quite. However, the stress is still present..." - You looked away, looking at your opponents.

"Don't worry, we'll be together and we can handle it. You're good at overboarding, and I'm pretty good too. Moreover, if you did an upgrade on your board, you should not lose! So everything will be fine." - Sonic patted your shoulder with a smile.

- "You're probably right... Wait, I didn't tell you that I'm going to upgrade the board... How did you know?"

- "I said "if". I'm not saying you did it." - The blue hedgehog got off, and only he understands that he was following you all the time.

- "Okay... But you guessed it... "- You smiled softly.

How Sonic loves your smile. And not just a smile.

He loves everything about you.

And supports you so that you never give up and look sad.

He doesn't want you to be sad. After all, he would like to see a happy friend, not a sad one.

10 minutes later, the race started. Everyone started to go, and you were no exception. It was difficult to manage at such a speed, but you held on well, overtaking more than half of your rivals.

But Jet was an exception.

Like he said, he wasn't going to give you a chance.

So he drove as fast as he could without letting you overtake him. However, you cheated and managed to overtake, leaving the hawk in a daze and anger. And he prefers to ignore his slight admiration for you.

You turned to him for a split second and giggled, grinning, then turned back and continued driving, trying to cope with control and not crash into anything again. You saw Sonic pass Jet the same way and he smiled at you as he rode at the same speed as you and close to your overboard.

The wrath of the hawk had to be seen. He waited piteously for Wave to detonate the bomb that was on the bottom of Sonic's overboard. What Wave did after 2 minutes, knowing that Jet could not compete with Sonic.

The blue hedgehog's bomb explodes and it falls to the sand, leaving you confused.

- "Sonic!" - You shouted, intending to turn to him, completely forgetting about the emeralds.

- "Don't stop, Y/N, continue the race without me and take the emeralds, as we agreed!" - He shouted back, looking at his mazols.

- "Sonic! I can't leave you here! I ..." - You do not have time to finish, as someone took you by the shoulder, forcing you to go further. It was Jet, but before you knew it, you started to ride at the same speed as the hawk. In stress, you turned your head in the direction where you were supposed to go, and urgently began to try to cope with the controls again, because you were about to fall.

In the end, Jett won, due to the fact that you could not cope with the controls, and did not have time to get to the finish line first.

Your disappointment was above all. You were stressed out and didn't know what to say to Sonic when you got back to him.

But before you had time to turn around and leave, you saw a hawk that approached you.

- "Like I said, I won't give you a chance. You lost .." - he said, seriously but later grinned. "And since I'm the winner, there's something else I want besides the emeralds."

You looked at him questioningly, when suddenly, he pressed you against him, and pressed his lips to yours, leaving you confused and stressed. You blushed, you couldn't resist or push him away from you.

What was even worse was that Sonic saw it all.

He was in a terrible rage, but only slight annoyance showed on his face.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere jet the hawk #jet the hawk x reader #jet the hawk

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yandere-daydreams · 6 months

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Title: Idolification.

Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“It was an accident, you don’t have to—” Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. “It’s alright,” he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. “Believe it or not, that’s only the second worst thing I’ve gotten in my eyes.”

Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. He’d been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, it’d been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter who’d spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things – with open arms and a contagious smile. You’d looked at him, a far cry from the kid you’d spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.

Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuuji’s hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like you’d greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. “Honestly, it’s on me,” he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. “Miss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.”

At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You weren’t an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadn’t taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. “Cradle rocker.”

She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. “He’s in one of my classes,” she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. “We’re out of milk,” she said, shaking the empty carton. “Let his eyes air-dry. I’ll be in my office – come get me if he starts crying again.”

“I’m a doctor too, y’know.”

“You’ll be a doctor in another year. Right now, you’re an intern.” She eyed Yuuji wearily. “An intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.”

Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out – a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shoko’s advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. “I really am sorry,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, it’s been so long, and you look so different, and god, it’s been—”

“—ten years,” Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. “I remember, ‘cuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick and…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. “You know how it is.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “I loved your grandfather. How is he?”

Yuuji’s smile wavered for the first time. “He passed, actually. A few years ago.”

Fuck.

If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that would’ve been the time.

“Sukuna’s doing good, though,” Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadn’t been a lapse. “He opened a restaurant a few months ago. It’s a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but it’s been keeping him out of the ring.” His expression brightened. “And you’re a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but you’re a doctor!”

You felt your face heat up his brother’s name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. “Almost a doctor. I just started my internship.” And they’d already managed to work you half to death. “You’re in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.”

“It’s my first semester,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, y’know—” He sighed, let his head lull back. “I’m starting to think I’m just not smart enough for stuff like this.”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of thing about yourself. You’ve always been—” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. “If you’re struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, I’m not as strict as Shoko.”

Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. “…there won’t be as much pepper spray this time, right?”

His smile was as contagious as it’d been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin.

“No pepper spray, this time. I promise.”

“Room for one more?”

She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you should’ve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but he’d sworn up and down that it wasn’t a party and promised that you wouldn’t be out of place and pouted in a way you’d never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, you’d never learn to say ‘no’ to Yuuji.

The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl who’d passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes – the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent – and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion would’ve shown to a limping gazelle.

“Maki,” she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. “You’re one of Itadori’s friends?”

“You could say that.” You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. “I’ve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say ‘thank you’.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. “You’re the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?”

“He’s mentioned me?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is ‘(Y/n) this’ or ‘(Y//n) that’.” She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. “Megumi gets it the worst, but we’ve all had to see the fucking pictures.”

“That… that sounds like him.” You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. “I’m sorry, pictures?”

Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. “We found a—We found a karaoke machine! ‘gumi thinks he can get it running!”

You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. “Better get him tucked in.”

This time, when you smiled back, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

It took a month for Yuuji to start ‘forgetting’ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.

It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all – calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning café or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.

It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.

“I… I think you should probably leave,” you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. “It’s getting late.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping over, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night together.”

A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like—”

“I mean, I know I’m your type.” It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. “I know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says we’re practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?”

“Yuuji,” Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasn’t like he would actually hurt you. He’d always been a sweet kid – a little overzealous, but that wasn’t a crime. This was just… a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something he’d regret. “Sukuna is my age, and—”

“I don’t care about that.” He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. “I’ve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?”

“That’s not—”

“I know you used to fuck him.” His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. “I know you’d fuck him again, if he was here. I know—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. “I think you should leave,” you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. “Please, Yuuji.”

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldn’t remember how you’d ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.

He didn’t say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.

When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.

“Your golden boy’s asking about you, again.”

You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she might’ve felt apparently didn’t warrant the effort it would’ve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. “Satoru’s been getting it, too,” she went on. “That’s how you know it’s bad. I can’t remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t remember how many times you’d already apologized for Yuuji’s recent fixation. “He’s… probably just worried about his grades, or something.”

Her lips quirked into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I was helping him study,” you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, you’d been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. “He’s never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.”

This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. “Itadori’s one of my best students.”

You felt your chest tighten. “But, the first time he came over, you were tutoring—”

She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. “When was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?”

You swallowed dryly. “Never.”

“And when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?”

“Never,” you said, again. After a second, you added, “Well, there was that one time with Iori…”

“Not the point. I know you don’t want to hear it, but the kid’s a creep. You might have to—”

She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the caller’s name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. “Don’t.”

And, for a second, you didn’t. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, you’d do… you’d do something about Yuuji, even if you weren’t sure what you could do, just yet.

Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst – all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way he’d ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his school’s sports days, and how he’d clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, you’d been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that you’d never have to see Sukuna again. You’d been selfish, even for a kid.

The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shoko’s mumbled cursing.

“Yuuji?”

The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.

It’d been one of Yuuji’s friends calling from his phone – the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. He’d asked you to, in his own words, ‘come get your problem child’, and when you’d asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, he’d only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuuji’s tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.

He was less talkative than he’d been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if you’d been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldn’t be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. “It’s time to get out, Yuuji.” And then, when he failed to move, “You’re on your own from here.”

He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you should’ve at the sight. “…do you need help getting home?”

A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldn’t. You knew that you really, really shouldn’t.

And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuuji’s door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve – Yuuji’s hand, when you could bring yourself to check.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. “Please?”

You felt your throat go dry. “I can’t.”

You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, “Why not?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didn’t want to, that you couldn’t spend your night looking after a drunk kid you’d known a decade ago, that you’d already done more than you should’ve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time you’d been in the same room as him, he’d tried to—

No, it wasn’t and it wouldn’t and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. “Why not?”

“Yuuji, this isn’t—”

He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time you’d seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuuji’s body pressed into yours from above. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as it’d ever been. “I love you, and I—Fuck—” He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. “It makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.”

A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him – making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldn’t happen, but you absolutely couldn’t be stranded in Yuuji’s apartment with no clothes and no way out.

With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. “So cute…” He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward – a long piece, something you’d thrown on without much thought – then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that he’d come to his senses, that whatever sick idea he’d gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.

“I know you’ve probably slept with other people – aside from my brother, I mean. It’d be nice to find out you haven’t, though.” His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how he’d been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. “I used to hear you with Sukuna – in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought I’d fallen asleep …” He trailed off into an airy laugh. “He likes to show off – always has. If he wasn’t my brother, I think I’d kill him.”

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly – your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuuji’s quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession might’ve made him think he felt about you, your distress didn’t seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to – crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didn’t care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan – and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.

You couldn’t tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuuji’s lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, and—

—and Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. “It’s alright.” He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. “I’ve slept with other people too, ‘cause I knew I’d need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, and…” He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. “I guess I just didn’t really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew I’d see you again.”

A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didn’t seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything,” he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. “I want to take care of you, tonight.”

You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didn’t stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.

He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.

It was agony – pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadn’t been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. There’d been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.

“I—I’m sorry,” he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. “Next time—I’ll be gentle next time, I just need to—”

His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. “M—” His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. “Mommy, ‘m sorry, I need to—”

His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decade’s worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that it’d somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what he’d already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes – Yuuji’s movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.

Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.

A small, naïve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.

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i-cant-sing · 8 months

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Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

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cptsadist · 7 months

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Yandere Jet's dynamic?

Yandere Jet's Dynamic

So Jet canonly is someone who is very desperate for anyone's attention, to the point that he offers anything he can in order to make people like him: drugs, favors, his own body. He has little regard for himself if it means someone will pay attention to him for just a little longer. He also is very adept with computer skills as his main source of income comes from his hacking and business he does on the dark web (mostly with selling information that people pay for).

So Yandere Jet just enhances these characteristics.

Yan!Jet will do *anything* to keep the attention of his interest on him and him only. He will find out anything he can about you, finding out things you didn't even know were accessible online. He's just that good at digging deep. He wants to know EVERYTHING. He will hack into your phone/computer cameras just to watch you without your knowledge. He will read through your texts, and find out if you're talking to anyone else. Even just friends he's suspicious of. He will find all of their information as well and send them threats, then if they continue to talk to you, he will find a way to get rid of them. He has many connections.

He wants you isolated, so that all you really will have is him. He'll give you anything you want if he can, he'll do pretty much anything for you. He will worship you and shower you with affection and gifts, at the cost of you never having anyone but him in your life.

If he finds out that you don't love him like he loves you, he will be prone to mental breakdowns. He is very emotional and very unstable, and he will do or say anything to get you to love him.

#jet #jet michaels #yandere!jet #captainsadist #gamedev #cptsadist #murder sim #murder oc #oc #murder ocs #siren from hell #ask cptsadist #yandere

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buckybarnesb-tch · 7 months

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Hello love reading your mikaelson fics especially the yandere ones

If u want how bout Yandere sugar daddies klaus and Elijah sharing sugar baby reader wants to become exclusive(to be lovers) but reader is not sure if she wants too. She’s scared to take the next level. Pls smut if u can

Their Sugar Baby

She had become their Sugar Baby when they overheard her conversation with Elena, Bonnie and Caroline about her current Sugar Daddy being a piece of shit who just wants to fuck her and drop her, no more taking care of her.

Klaus and Elijah had never had that kind of relationship before so it was definitely different, but of course they could afford to give her everything.

Y/n had stayed at the bar after her friends left and Elijah approached her, buying her another drink and asking her to join them. She was cautious but they could see she was also intrigued.

Elijah had been obsessed with her since he first came to Mystic Falls, and while he had had several relationships over his lifetime, none of them had made him feel like Y/n did. He had watched over her the whole time he was in town, until of course his brother daggered him. Klaus had become interested in her upon returning to the town with Stefan to fix his Hybrid problem. He’d sent her a drink before having to leave again and promising to make her his upon his return to the town. They had started talking the night before when everyone had been in un-daggered and upon realizing they were obsessed with the same girl, they decided to have her together, they had done it once as humans with Tatia, why not now when they were far more well off and able to give her everything she wants?

They bought her a few drinks and just talked, asking what it was she needed from a Sugar Daddy, explaining what they wanted from her and it all seemed rather perfect. They invited her to be their date to their families Ball the next night and promised her the perfect outfit, and the brothers were thrilled when she agreed.

She had allowed them to drive her home and while she didn’t invite them in, at least they know where she lives now and they Hate that it’s an apartment on the edge of the town. Klaus went home and found the perfect dress for her to wear to the Ball and Elijah picked out some jewelry for her to wear with it. There’s no way their girl wouldn’t be the most perfect Princess at the Ball.

That was how it all started. They paid her bills for her and she spent nearly all day every day with them unless they had a supernatural problem to deal with. Elijah loved taking her shopping, she would go with him to help him decide what suits looked the best on him, he loves having her opinion and hearing her tell him how handsome he looks. Klaus enjoyed spoiling her in other ways, whisking her away for an overnight trip to Paris on a jet (Klaus for the food and Elijah for the shopping), A quick stop in Italy when he insisted she needed to know what ‘real’ pasta was like, and even a stop over in New Orleans for the ‘Worlds Best Beignets’. Y/n both loved and hated the fact that Klaus enjoyed feeding her, he watched her eat like it was the most fascinating, beautiful thing in the world and he was definitely turned on by it.

It was a month into the relationship that Y/n began noticing them behaving a little more…personal? They became far more touchy with her, which was nice but she began to realize it felt different. The way they looked at her was as if staring into her soul, and while most Sugar Daddies enjoy people looking at their babies, wanting to show them off to the world as if to say “Look at what I have, you could never afford her”, Klaus and Elijah were jealous, possessive even.

Once Klaus had nearly beaten a man on the street into a coma for looking at her too long she knew she needed to say something.

‘We need to talk.’ She spoke as they sat down in Y/n’s room in their home that they had gifted her, now full of all of her many, many, many clothes. Both men looked shocked but waited patiently for what she needed to say. ‘This isn’t normal, and I’m not sure what to do with that. I’ve been a sugar baby since I was 16, I love it, I enjoy being taken care of and shown off like I’m special.’

‘You are special.’ Klaus responded, taking her hand and kissing her palm, pressing her soft hand to his face but for the first time she pulled away from his touch and he instantly didn’t like that.

‘But it feels like you don’t want to show me off, you don’t want other men looking at me like every other man ever! What guy doesn’t want others to look at their girl? That’s always been half the point for the men I spend time with, you almost killed that man the other day Klaus! And you! You growled at a man checking me out at the register 2 days ago! What is wrong with you guys?!’ They could see she was frustrated and they wanted to make her feel better.

‘We love you Princess. We love you so much and we want you to be ours.’ Elijah admitted and her eyes widened in shock.

‘What? No, no, no…that’s not what this is guys, this isn’t a real relationship, why would…why would you want a girl to treat you like a living bank account? I don’t-‘

‘You love us just as much as we love you and you know it, you just try to hide it, we refuse to do so.’ The suited man responded and she didn’t seem to know what to say.

‘Admit it, you don’t treat us like every other guy you were with, you care for us, and we like buying our girl nice things if you haven’t noticed, love. We enjoy spoiling you and showering you in clothes and nice food, everything you want, however we do not enjoy other men thinking they have the right to stare at what is ours. You are gorgeous, Bunny, every inch of you…and every inch of you is ours.’ Klaus growled from deep in his chest and Y/n hated how much she loved the sound.

‘I’ve never had a real relationship and I don’t want one! Men know what they’re getting into with me, there’s no hidden agenda or misunderstandings. There’s no pain when you cheat or leave and I don’t want that! I can’t-I’m sorry. I can’t.’ She stood up, walking to the door and grabbing her bag when suddenly the door was slammed shut, Klaus cutting her exit off.

‘Where are you going? You live here now my love.’ She took a step back, she had never been afraid of Klaus and unlike everyone else in the world she knew he would never hurt her, but she also didn’t know what lengths he would go to to keep her.

‘My apartment, I need to think, I want to be alone right now.’

‘Apartment? We had you moved out of there weeks ago Princess, you’re ours now.’ Her eyes widened and she took several steps back before hitting the wall and sliding down to the floor. ‘We know you love us, and we understand that you’re afraid of being hurt but that’s not an option with us Y/n, we will never leave you, you’ll never lose us, we’ll never die. We’re immortal-‘

‘But I’m Not!’ She shouted and the brothers looked at each other for a moment before Klaus kneeled down beside her, kissing her palm once again and holding it to his face.

‘We can fix that problem right now.’ Y/n sucked in a breath, looking from Klaus back to Elijah in shock but he just tilted his head as if waiting for an answer.

‘Have you been planning this?’

‘We’ve been hoping for you to agree to be ours since before we had drinks…we love you Princess and we don’t plan on letting you go. We know you love us too…please just let us have you?’ As Elijah spoke, Klaus kissed his way up her arm and tilted her head to bare her throat, kissing and sucking his way up to her jaw before down to her chest.

‘Why me? After 1000 years, why me? How do I know you won’t get bored and leave?’ She hated how vulnerable and weak she sounded but they already knew how lonely and scared she was, keeping herself unavailable to keep from getting hurt.

‘We both fell in love with you a long time ago Princess, you’ve been mine since the day I came to Mystic Falls.’

‘And mine since I sent you that first drink.’ Klaus mumbled against her chest where he continued sucking love bites onto her perfect flesh.

‘You’re already ours Y/n…all that’s left is for you to admit it.’ Elijah tucked her hair behind her ear before leaning closer, kissing along her jawline and she knew she was done for. No women can have 2 Mikaelson’s sucking on their neck and chest and then reject them, physically impossible!

Her fingers tucked into both of their hair and held onto them desperately. ‘Please?’ That was all she said, but it was all she needed to say before Klaus’ hands grabbed ahold of her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly, dropping her onto the bed the next second and tearing her dress right down the front. ‘Hey! Not the dress!’

‘Bunny, I’ll buy you 100 more dresses tomorrow if that’s what you want but anything that obstructs my view of your perfect body deserves to be torn to shreds.’ Her bra was torn off next and Klaus finally got his lips around her breasts like he had clearly wanted, or so she thought. Elijah’s lips claimed hers roughly as Klaus kissed and nipped his way down her stomach and hips, pulling down her panties and revealing her pussy to him. ‘My God, you are a dripping mess, aren’t you? Did we do this?’ The hybrid questioned just as she was unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and shoving it off of his shoulders.

‘Answer him Princess.’ Elijah teased, biting her lip between his teeth harshly and making her whine.

‘Obviously you did! Now fix it!’ Her voice demanded and pulled Elijah by the tie that was still around his neck despite his upper body being naked before she suddenly cried out. Elijah pulled back, looking down to see Klaus with his fangs buried into her thigh, tasting her as her thighs sat on his shoulders and his fingers rubbed at her clit slowly and teasingly.

‘How is she?’ He asked his younger brother who just groaned in response, but it was all he needed. Despite their girl having known they were vampires, they had yet to taste her, wanting to save it for just this occasion. Elijah leaned back down to his Princess, baring her neck for him and licking her throat teasingly before biting into her lovely flesh, her blood filling his mouth with what was possibly the best taste he had ever experienced. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing roughly and listening to her heart beat speed up as her hips ground against Klaus’ hand, her overwhelmed senses unable to take the stimulation before she came, crying out as they both pulled back, cleaning her blood from their bite marks.

‘T-too much…’ she whined, nuzzling into Elijah’s neck and holding onto him tightly.

‘Too much? Too Much?’ Klaus asked, teasingly as he crawled back up her body, kissing over her shoulders. ‘Well if that’s too much, you’re about to be in trouble Bunny.’ Suddenly her body was completely turned around, Klaus now pressing his lips to hers as Elijah sat her up and held her back to his chest. Elijah used her slick from her previous orgasm to spread over his cock as Klaus lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust his hips up, bottoming out immediately making her cry out, arms wrapping around his neck tightly as she trembled.

‘Gentle Niklaus, our Princess is giving herself to us, the least we can do is handle her with care.’ He half teased and half scolded.

‘My Bunny is loving every second of my cock in her tight little cunt, aren’t you Bunny?’ Y/n whined before nodding her head into his neck where she held him tightly.

‘Please move?’ She begged but Klaus just shook his head.

‘Not yet love, we need to give Elijah a chance to join in.’ Her eyes flew open as she seemed to suddenly understand what he means and she began pulling back, making Klaus hold her to his chest tightly.

‘Come now Princess, we know you’ve done this before-‘

‘With One Guy! Not This! I don’t-‘ Klaus cut her off with his lips against hers roughly , thrusting up into her and silencing her complaints.

‘If you can tell me you don’t want this, and be convincing, then we will stop right now.’ Elijah promised and she just whined, knowing she had dreamed of exactly this position one too many times, he often enjoyed watching her dreams and they were almost always wet dreams about the both of them.

‘Hurry up brother, I will not wait forever.’ Klaus growled, pulling her as close as he could and pressing his lips to hers again which she tried to focus on as she was so over stimulated already upon feeling Elijah’s cock pressing against her hole. He pushed his hips forward and stretched her out slowly, pausing as she whined before continuing, pressing his lips to the back of her neck to comfort her.

‘Just let me in Princess, you know you want to.’ He teased, rolling his hips as he felt her try and relax her body again, shoving the last 2 inches into her tight hole and hearing her squeal. ‘Are you alright?’ She nodded into Klaus’ chest just before the Hybrid thrust his hips up, causing her to move on Elijah’s cock as well which made her cry out quite loudly.

‘There’s our girl, scream for us Bunny!’ She cried out again into his neck and they both loved her loud reactions. Elijah was pushing into her hard now, already fucking her ass harder than the only other guy that ever did it.

‘Fuck Elijah!’

‘That’s right Princess, squeezing my cock so Goddamn tight! I knew you would love this, your ass is so perfect, how could she not love my cock?’ Elijah was practically needy to know that he makes her feel better than that idiot that fucked her before.

‘Fuck! Please-Ah!’

‘That’s a good girl. Cum for us Bunny, I know you want to. Want us to fill your tight little holes more than they ever have been before. Cum!’ Klaus growled into her throat and just as their girl wailed, they buried their fangs into her flesh once again, the both of them cumming hard into her sore holes. Something about knowing that their girl was more fucked out and full than she had ever been before was almost enough to make them cum again.

As her breathing and heart rate began to slow they both pulled back, Elijah biting into Klaus’ neck roughly to start the blood flow before pressing Y/n’s lips against the bloody bite mark. ‘That’s a good girl, drink for us Princess, drink nice and deep.’

‘Fuck Bunny! Already such sharp teeth!’ Klaus grunted, feeling her bite her dull teeth against the open wound to keep it from closing quickly. ‘Such a good girl.’ He moaned, loving the feeling of her biting into him, desperate for more of his blood.

‘We love you Princess, and when you wake up you’ll be all ours…for the rest of eternity.’ Elijah spoke, Y/n finally pulling away and allowing them to see her, Klaus’ blood dripping down her chin.

‘Going to make such a gorgeous vampire, aren’t you precious?’ She nodded, holding onto Klaus and pressing her lips to his just as Elijah took her neck in his hands and twisted as gently as he could.

They quickly cleaned her and themselves up, Klaus dressing her while Elijah went and fetched a few blood bags, laying beside their girl as they waited for her to wake up into their eternity together.

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yanderegrizzsworld · 1 year

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Hi hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! 😃

I've recently come up with a few headcanons for the Babylon Rogues and wanted to hear your input! I've based 80% of this from the "platonic team-up with Babylon Rogues" headcanons. I tried to write similar to your style cuz I really like it! (sorry if it seems like I'm copying). These headcanons can be taken as romantic or platonic 😊

Jet is a Manipulative & Isolating and/or Monopoly(?) yandere.

I'd say that Jet is a manipulative yandere since you mentioned that he'd try to bribe his darling with the promise of riches, just so long as they join in on their heists. I agree with that headcanon a lot and it sounds pretty in character to me imo. I feel as though he would only give you a small percent of the cut just so you wouldn't have enough to want to leave on the first heist. If you threatened to leave unless he gave up more then I'd say he'd most likely budge, but only just a little. Just enough to keep you hanging around. He'd give you the excuse that "you need to prove your worth by doing few more heists until we pay you equally". In reality he just wants you to stay for as long as possible. Even after 10 or so heists you still get under paid and whenever you press him on this his only response is "soon". Unfortunately for his darling, soon means practially never (unless he's certain that you won't leave afterwards).

Now I believe that Jet would be an isolating and/or monopoly yandere due to his arrogance and superiority complex. He sees your time and attention as a competition, a competition he can't lose. I agree that he'd use his title of leader to merit himself more time with his darling and less time with everybody else. He considers himself to be far more superior than everyone else. Because of this, he assumes that out of anybody you could choose to spend time with, you'd obviously choose him. So he's just doing you a favour! Right?

Even if you straight up tell him that you don't wanna be around him he'll just wave it off and chalk it up to you having a bad day, which leads to him unintentionally gaslighting you. He'll immediately blame everybody else for your bad mood and tries to act less harsh on you.

For most of the time his behaviour is best described as "tough love" as he always tries to push you to do your hardest on missions. This normally goes without any words of affirmation but he will occasionally say a "good job", unless if Wave or Storm are present to which he only says it under his breath.

Though there are some rare moments where Jet acts "soft" around you, for example if he notices you're bothered by something he'll kick everyone out of the room and listen to any of your problems. He won't have any advice for you but he'll still be there to listen.

He doesn't really mean to be so hard on you, he just wants you two to be a power duo. He wants you both to be the wealthiest treasure hunters in the galaxy. Unfortunately, he struggles to make that possibility happen without upsetting you in the process.

Wave is a Wrong Idea & Clingy yandere.

I could definitely see Wave being a wrong idea yandere due to wanting her darling to only own gadgets made by her. After all, how dare they try and one-up her!

She wants to do everything she can to impress you. The need for your approval doesn't come from the joy of an ego boost (okay maybe sometimes :p) but instead a reminder of her place in your life. She wants to be your number one, the person you go to whenever you have a problem, even if it's a minor one. Wave is a huge over-achiever and doesn't settle for anything less than amazing.

Unfortunately this can lead to her getting a little carried away. You're having a slight problem with the kettle or coffeemaker? Bam! Now it's fixed and it also has voice recognition along with 6 other new features. She notices that your bedroom door gets a little jammed? Bam! Problem solved! Also it requires fingerprint authorisation to open now and if someone that isn't you (or her) tries to open it then you'll get a message sent straight to you both. (Also it has a built in taser).

Now as far as she's concerned, if you have a problem, there's nobody else who will fix it as good as she will and she's willing to prove that. Much like Jet, she's oblivious to the fact that she might actually be the problem.

The reason I put Wave as being a clingy yandere was because I could imagine her always wondering about what you'd think of her latest creation. She'd open the door to your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed to proudly show you the newest update on her extreme gear. Prior to this she'd make you a cup of coffee or tea to drink before waking you up, it's the least she could do for waking you up at 2am. While she pridefully explains all of the new features, you stand there absolutely lost and still half-asleep. The fact that she doesn't dumb anything down for you makes you even more lost (if possible).

Usually during the day if nothing is planned then she works or researches an ancient tech the group found in your company. She normally resides in your room while you both sit in comfortable silence. Most of the time your doing something in the background while every now and then you're interrupted by Wave asking for a second opinion or showing off a finished piece.

She isn't very clingy in the sense that she's very affectionate but she's always around you. If anything, you'd have to be the one to initiate it since any kind of affection makes her red and flustered.

She's actually pretty harmless overall apart from the usual rude remarks towards anyone you're close with out of jealousy (especially if it's the Sonic Team).

(Tbh I really wanted to write about a wrong idea yandere cuz they're one of my favourite types and I thought she might suit it.) (Just realised that she might be a bit more of a possessive yandere rather than a clingy one but idk.)

Storm is a Caring & Protective yandere.

Like you mentioned before, he's a gentle giant. Whereas he usually tries to seem tough towards others, he's a big softie around his darling. He's often flustered and stammering for no reason around you. He just thinks you're so amazing and doesn't wanna accidentally scare you off. Though his fidgeting, lack of eyecontact and stuttering can seem obnoxious and off-putting, he only means well.

With the only other two people in his life being Wave and Jet (who certainly aren't the nicest), it hasn't really taught him how to express his feelings well. Due to being awkward whenever he tries to give affection, he'll normally just murmur out a "you look nice today". If you're already a part of the Babylon Rogues, then more often than not he'll tell you that you did a good job out there before nervously patting you on the shoulder or head after completing a heist.

He's definitely a caring yandere imo. He always tries his best to keep you happy and can't stand to see you down. Although he's the most awkward of the three he's still by far the most affectionate. Whenever you're down he'll try to cheer you up with an accidentally bone-crushing hug (it's the thought that counts). Not only that but he's the least clingy of the three. He'd obviously want to be around you often much like any other yandere would, but he still respects your privacy.

I agree that he'd believe that with enough time you'd be as devoted as himself. Although a part of him is still protective of you and wants to keep you safe, he won't bother you too much. Whenever he hears that you're going to out hang with a friend, he only asks a few small teeny tiny questions: Who is it? Where will you be/what places are you going to? How long are you going to stay there? What will you be doing? How safe is it? When will you be back? Nothing much, right?

He allows you to hangout with almost anyone except Knuckles (he will begrudgingly allow for anyone else in the Sonic Team).

If anyone were to hurt or insult you, then they're swiftly met with a hard punch to the face and an angry albatross demanding that they apologise. Followed up by him asking if you're okay for the rest of the day.

Storm trusts you to death. He will never doubt in anything you say. You could tell him the most obvious lie and he'll take your word for it. I can and can't see him being super naive so I'd expect that he'd play along since he doesn't wanna rudely call you out on anything. He's usually worried that he might do or say something that'll make you think less of him, so he appreciates any reassurance.

After all, he wants you at his side forever! So he has to make sure that he doesn't let you down and can't let you get hurt.

(I really liked the idea of Jet and Wave being tsundere yanderes while Storm was an awkward sweetheart. I wanted to write more about Jet and Wave being touch-starved tsunderes but I realised that I had probably written a novel at this point so I left it out.)

I really really hope you don't take this as me trying to steal your spotlight or anything! I love your work and it inspired me to have a go at coming up with something myself!

Thank you so much for your time, I really appreciate it! Have a good one! :)

(Also again sorry this is so long I got carried away 😅)

🐋~ anon

Anon, dear, the amount of times I've re-read this is absurd.

There were parts in Jet's part that made me laugh, like the fact that he'd essentially pay you the amount you'd get working in customer service, though will only budge & give you a higher pay (though not much) if you remain stubborn & I can perfectly imagine Jet's face while doing so.

His ego tends to lead to his arguments with Wave (whether or not she's a yandere too) with her arguing that he either spends too much time with us or he hogs out attention too much & he argues that, he's the leader! Of course he deserves more time with you! This just baffles everyone, except him & you ( atleast according to him). I agree that he'd just blame anyone & anything but him, you aren't upset at him, you just woke up in a bad mood! Honestly if he didn't master gaslighting then, he definitely does now with you (whether intentionally or not).

Wave is an overachiever by nature & knows few can come close to her level of intelligence (besides Tails) & as such, she'll eat up any praise directed at her. I agree that she'd more often than not go overboard with her inventions, for her it's a constant reminder of her place I'm your life & forever hopes that you'll run to her with whatever issue you have. Though I would warn, don't let her catch you accepting some gadget that wasn't made by her or going to someone else with an issue, she'll view it as being replaced/not being number one, that never happens to her! She's the best at fixing your problems! She also completely denies & refuses to entertain the idea that she's the root of your problems, what do you mean she's the reason behind your current problems? she can't be!

Wave dragging you out of bed just to show you her latest project as if she hasn't slept (girl rest) & y/n with a cup of coffee/tea while she explains everything but the fact she doesn't dumb anything down so you think she's speaking in another language & you're just standing there like

This will live in my head rent free from now on

I am such a sucker for soft yanderes & thinking of Storm being one brings a huge smile to my face. I like to think that Storm is fully aware of his brute strength & so, fights with himself because on one hand, he wants to give you the biggest, warmest bear hugs he can offer, but on the other hand, he fears he might accidentally break a bone as he does tend to forget how strong he is & while that does upset him, he more than makes up for it by words of affirmation! Expect him to shyly compliment you daily & I can guarantee you, it is the cutest thing you'll ever see. Storm isn't one to insert himself in others businesses & with you that doesn't change. He doesn't ask much, he trusts that you can take care of yourself! But if he ever overhears someone talking shit about you, man can get scary real quick, man's protective & if he has to use his stature to care others then so be it.

This man 100% trusts you, I kinda imagine that he never believes that you can intentionally lie & considers that you were just misinformed, saying something along the lines of like "Okay um... Well, last time I checked, [xyz] can't do that" or "That doesn't really sound like something Wave/Jet would say"

Storm's a good boy who's trying his best for you!

#grizz responds #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere Team Babylon Rogues #yandere Jet the Hawk #yandere Wave the Sparrow #yandere Storm the Eagle #not yandere writing #🐋 anon #don't worry anon #I don't consider this stealing under any circumstance #don't worry

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sl33paholics · 7 months

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Cowboy Bebop

Jet Black | ☪︎

#anime #jet black cowboy bebop #yandere cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop smut #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop spike #faye valentine #spike spiegel #jet black

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kitsunefox1108 · 2 years

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Yandere! Romantic Jet the hawk

There will be direct spoilers to sonic riders, so be careful.

yandere, toxic behavior and thinking, obsession, stalker

Jet is very arrogant and proud, which is why when he gets very attached to you, this behavior doubles twice as much.

It seems that every day his affection is getting worse and worse. You can't walk around without a tail from behind in the form of this hawk, who "just watches over your safety" even if it's not quite in his character.

If Sonic finds out about this (which will most likely happen during some kind of rivalry between them, and then by accident) he will use this opportunity to goad Jet. And if Sonic is the same yandere, and is obsessed with you the same way, well, they can seriously fight ...

Jet tries to impress you by showing how fast he is on the overboard, and trying to show his good qualities, however, his arrogance, short temper, can manifest in front of you, and you notice it perfectly but in order not to anger the hawk more, you try to keep silent about it.

As well as about how obsessed he is with you.

Because all his stalking behind you, tail-walking, constant desire to attract your attention and make an impression seems very strange to you. Perhaps Jet is really interested in you, however, every day it gets worse, and it already looks less like awkward attempts to show his sympathy, but more like a real obsession, which is how it is.

He will be happy to ride with you on the overboards, but this does not mean that he will give in because he is interested in you, no. On the contrary, most likely he will make you ride on a bet, and most often he comes up with the winner's prize. Well, I don't think it would be a good idea to talk about it, what he proposed...

and he is trying very hard at these moments to defeat you and force you to do what he said. Most often, either it's a kiss somewhere or where he asks, or other other types of affection. Depending on how close you are with him. ( And most likely close enough )

He will definitely invite you to his Babylonian gang, introducing you to Wave and Storm. Even if you refuse, Jet won't leave you alone so easily :)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #jet the hawk #jet the hawk x reader #sonic riders #sonic riders zero gravity #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #yandere jet the hawk

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elryuse · 28 days

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Reader is a tourist enjoying a stroll around a South Korean city, and a limo/high-class car pulls up next to them and the door opens. BlackPink is inside, and they offer the Reader a fun time with them for a night or two.

THE CITY OF LIGHTS

BLACKPINK X MALE READER

GENRE : SLIGHT SMUT, RICH IDOL BLACKPINK, TEASING, FIVESOME?, SLIGHT YANDERE/OBSESSIVE

Y/N'S POV

Neon signs assaulted my senses, a kaleidoscope of color against the inky Seoul night. The city buzzed with honking horns and the rhythmic sizzle of street food vendors. Lost in a daze, backpack slung over my shoulder, I wandered the bustling streets, a wide-eyed tourist overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

Suddenly, a sleek limousine purred to a halt beside me. My head snapped up, and the world seemed to stop. Tinted windows rolled down, revealing a scene straight out of a fever dream. Four women, each impossibly stunning, were bathed in the soft glow of the car's interior. One, with hair the color of spun moonlight, caught my eye and winked.

"Hey there, foreigner!" Her voice, like honeyed silk, sliced through the cacophony. "Lost in the city of lights?"

It was Jennie, a member of the biggest K-Pop group in the world. I stammered, a jumbled mess of Korean courtesy bows and awkward greetings flying out of my head.

"We're Jennie, Rosé, Jisoo, and Lisa," the one with cascading black hair chimed in, each introducing themselves with practiced smiles. "And you look like you could use some fun. How about joining us for a night?"

My jaw hung slack. Was this a prank? A figment of jet lag and Korean street food? But before I could process the absurdity, Jennie popped the cork of a bottle that materialized in her hand. Champagne fizzed, mirroring the excitement bubbling in my stomach.

"Cheers to new friends and unforgettable nights!" she declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Without a second thought, I popped the offered glass open. The fizzy bubbles danced on my tongue, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. The night became a sensory overload. We weaved through hidden bars with thumping music and exclusive clubs where celebrities mingled amongst the crowd. Rosé, with lips that tasted like strawberries and laughter that tinkled like wind chimes, brushed up against me under the dim disco lights. Her touch sent a jolt through my system, a playful fire igniting in my chest.

Then, as the moon climbed high, the limousine whisked us away to a secluded rooftop bar overlooking the city. The twinkling skyline stretched out below, a breathtaking backdrop for the scene unfolding before me. Rosé leaned impossibly close, surprising me with a kiss. Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted of something sweet and forbidden. Confusion battled with a surge of desire within me. But as I melted into her kiss, the world around me faded away.

When we pulled apart, breathless and slightly dazed, I saw a knowing look exchanged between the other girls. A playful smirk danced on Lisa's lips, and Jisoo, a quiet ember smoldering in her eyes, reached for my hand.

Their touch was electric. Jisoo, elegant and reserved, led me to a plush corner booth. The city lights shimmered below, a million tiny diamonds scattered across the black velvet canvas. Her touch felt like silk, gliding down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. Leaning in, she whispered in my ear, her voice a husky caress, "Do you trust us?"

I could only nod, mesmerized by the way her eyes held mine. A playful smile curved her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she untied the strap of her dress, revealing a glimpse of creamy skin before pulling back. The subtle invitation hung in the air, a silent promise.

The night unraveled in a tapestry of sensuality. Lisa, the fiery dancer, stole kisses under the moonlight, each touch sending a tremor through my body. Her laughter echoed in the night air as she danced with me on the rooftop, her body pressed suggestively against mine. Then there was Jennie, the bold leader, whose confidence and playful dominance ignited a fire in my core. Her hands explored my body, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Each kiss was a delicious exploration, her every breath a whisper of promises.

But it was Rosé, the innocent seductress, who stole a piece of my heart. Her touch was a gentle exploration, her kisses filled with unspoken desires. As we lay intertwined on a plush chaise lounge, her body soft and warm against mine, her soft moans sent a thrill through me. Her lips traveled down my neck, trailing kisses that left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

The night was a symphony of touch, of whispered secrets and stolen kisses. They were each a different kind of woman, a different kind of passion. Each awakened desires I never knew existed within me. With Jisoo, it was a slow burn, a promise of something deeper. With Lisa, a fiery dance, a release of pent-up energy. With Jennie, a demanding storm, a thrilling surrender. But with Rosé, it was a connection that went deeper, a vulnerability that left me breathless.

The first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, as we lay exhausted but exhilarated, tangled in a mess of limbs on the plush chaise lounge. The city below slowly woke up, but in our own little world, a different kind of awakening had taken place.

The limousine, silent witness to our night of stolen pleasures, whisked us away to a part of Seoul I could only dream of. A gleaming skyscraper rose into the sky, and the limo pulled up to its opulent entrance. Stepping out, I found myself gazing at a sprawling penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling like a million fireflies at our feet.

Inside, the apartment was a luxurious haven. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and plush couches beckoned us in. As we sprawled out, a playful battle of seduction ensued. Jisoo, with a mischievous glint in her eye, ordered a smorgasbord of delicious snacks. Lisa, ever the energetic one, cranked up the music, filling the room with a playful vibe.

"Movie night, anyone?" Rosé asked, a playful smile on her lips.

They snuggled together on a plush couch, leaving a spot next to Rosé. Without hesitation, I joined them, the warmth of their bodies a delicious contrast to the cool night air. The movie started, a lighthearted comedy that barely held my attention. My focus was entirely on the women beside me.

Rosé, nestled against me, leaned her head on my shoulder. Her touch was a feather-light caress, sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, Jennie leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "You have beautiful eyes," she whispered, her voice husky. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt her hand linger on my thigh.

A silent battle of affection unfolded. Jisoo would steal a kiss to my cheek, then Lisa would whisper a sweet nothing in my ear, all while the movie played on. As inhibitions faded, the kisses deepened, exploring hands igniting a fire within me. They each tasted different, felt different, but all sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins.

Lost in a haze of kisses and whispered promises, I realized none of us were paying attention to the movie anymore. Our focus had entirely shifted, entangled in a web of unspoken desires. It wasn't a competition, but an exploration – a discovery of a love that defied definition. Here, on this plush couch, bathed in the warm glow of the city lights, I found a love story unfolding, not with one, but with four extraordinary women.

When the movie finally ended, the room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the soft murmur of confessions.

"Stay with us," they pleaded, their voices laced with vulnerability. "Don't leave us."

Looking into their eyes, each sparkling with a newfound love, I knew there was no place I'd rather be. This night, born out of chance and fueled by desire, had blossomed into something more profound. In this opulent penthouse, under the watchful gaze of a million city lights, I found a love story sweeter than any Hollywood fairytale - a love story shared between five souls, forever intertwined.

A soft smile spread across my face as I met their gazes, each one filled with a hope that mirrored my own. Leaving them was never an option. This whirlwind night had transformed me from a wide-eyed tourist to a man captivated by four extraordinary women.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, the words heavy with newfound purpose.

Their faces lit up, smiles blooming like flowers in the dawn's first light. Jisoo, with a playful glint in her eye, leaned in and brushed a kiss against my cheek. "Welcome home," she murmured.

That penthouse became my home. Days were filled with stolen moments between schedules, whispered confessions in hidden corners. Jennie, the fiery leader, surprised me with a breakfast of perfectly cooked pancakes, a shy smile gracing her lips. Rosé, the innocent seductress, would leave me little notes hidden in my backpack, each one filled with sweet nothings. Lisa, the energetic dancer, would drag me on impromptu dance sessions in the living room, her laughter echoing through the room.

Newspapers buzzed with speculation, paparazzi pictures showing us leaving restaurants or entering the studio together. But behind the facade of fame and fortune, a love story unfolded. We navigated the chaos of their world together, a secret tucked away in the heart of Seoul.

Months turned into years. The penthouse became a haven, a testament to the love we shared. My tourist visa transformed into a long-term residency permit. I wasn't just Y/n, the tourist who stumbled upon fame, I was Y/n, the boyfriend of Blackpink.

One starlit night, as we lay sprawled on the rooftop, the city lights twinkling like a promise, Rosé snuggled closer. "Remember our first night?" she asked, her voice laced with nostalgia.

We reminisced about the stolen kisses and shared glances, the whirlwind night that brought us together. It was a journey that began with a limousine and a chance encounter, a love story unlike any other.

As the moonlight bathed us in its silver glow, I knew I was exactly where I belonged. Here, in this city with its neon lights and bustling streets, nestled amidst the chaos, I found a love story that defied definition. It wasn't a fairytale with a prince charming and a damsel in distress, it was a love story shared by five souls, forever intertwined. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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yandere! dabi x fem reader?

you're a fool to think that you could trick japan's no. 1 mafia boss, yandere! dabi , & get away with it

long ass fic. crime lord x spy. quirkless! au. heavily tatted! dabi lmaooo. extra dark romance. fem! reader. ooc! dabi. picture "diet mountain dew" playing, thanks. manz is OBSESSED obsessed.

warnings: nsfw, depictions of extreme/hardcore sex, sex slavery, obsessive behavior, making "movies," mentions of heavy stalking & panty stealing, sex in front of his men, sadism, reader passes out, light knifeplay,

a/n: uhhh is this too much (i hope not cuz i have a couple more hardcore ones cooking) 😭 also look, i'm finally doing the requests that are long overdue... my fault, g.

"boss, she's here," one of dabi's goons said after he knocked on the large, mahogany door. there was shuffling, laughter, then a muffled "send her in," that followed.

"you heard the man," the other shrugged, opening the door for you. after you, they followed into the room.

your heart was pounding out of your chest & there was a violent ringing in your ear. your breathes were shallow & shaken, yet you had to maintain a calm composure because, in the eyes of japan's most notorious criminal mastermind, you were merely a recruiter for his mob. you're playing the part as a low-life thug/seductress who's in desperate need of money.

of course, that's not the case. you had a good head on your shoulders. you were working for japan's government, a special operation unit ran by a sergeant dubbed "endeavor." your mission is to gather information, find out their next big drug trade, & bust it while keeping your head down. & honestly, it's been going well. you were prepared to fight off dabi's goons left & right because, well... you're a woman, & they are horny, egotistical assholes.

however, none of them approached you. all of them looked scared of you, actually. you felt like a badass, but it was also compromising your mission. how in god's name are you supposed to collect intel of no one will talk with you?

"(y/n), baby, please have a seat," said dabi, snapping you out of your thoughts. you didn't know if you should smile or stay stoic, but your nerves got the better of you & your lips curled upwards.

"yes, sir," you said back. you allowed yourself to notice him, his features. he wore a suit, presumably to look professional even though it just made him look intimidating. with his jet black hair, bags under his piercing blue eyes, & pale skin littered with ink, he had an aura around him, & there's no wonder why or how he's gotten so powerful. his tattoos that were visible to you were mainly on his face & on his hands; there was a bold line stretching ear to ear, dipping in the crevasse of his mouth. it made him look like he had a smile. under the bold line were more intricate tattoos-- flowers, thorns, knives, the works.

"please, call me whatever your heart desires, princess," he purred, & the doors of his lavish office slammed shut. there was no reception in this part of his headquarters, you've already checked. you tried reasoning with your worries, telling yourself that there was no way you've been caught, you haven't even talked to anyone!

you replied, "i am anything but a princess, sir."

"sticking with sir?" he questioned, & you nodded, then he continued, "you can be anything you want to be, no?"

"in the perfect world, i guess i could," you said with furrowed brows. why were you in here exactly?

"no, no, no. that's not what i mean."

"my apologies, what did you mean?" you asked, fighting yourself not to fidget. fidgeting means that your nervous, being nervous means you've done something you're not supposed to, & you haven't dont anything wrong.

"i mean, you," he pointed at you, dragging the word longer than he had to, "you. can be anything you want." he was met with a calculating silence. the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.

finally, you questioned, "why am i here, sir? i'm just a... you know, a concubine." that was your role.

"oh, are you now? what exactly are you doing for my company?" he leaned forward, his face resting in the palm of his hand. he looked bored, yet there was a twinkle in his eyes that said otherwise. it finally sunk in what kind of position you are in. there are two men guarding the only exit, there are three armed men standing behind dabi, & the infamous crime lord himself was sitting across from you, only a desk length away.

"i'm sending men your way so you can grow you um.. company," you told him, & that was the story you're sticking with.

dabi, with a smirk, muttered under his breath with a laugh, "you're fuckin' priceless, doll." with a clear voice this time, he asked, "has anyone touched you?"

what kind of question is that? "yes, sir." no, no one has, you were lying.

he still had a smirk on his face, his bright blue eyes drilling into yours. he fished something in his pocket, his eyes still glued on you. in your head, you kept screaming it was a gun or a knife, he was going to shoot you point blank, you're about to die-

"why do you look so scared, hun?" taunted dabi, finally throwing his hand out of his pocket, & you flinched. this is it, he's about to kill you with a... lighter? wait. he snapped his fingers with the hand that his face was resting on. one of his henchmen quickly handed him something. lighting it, he sneered, "it's just a cigarette~"

he inhaled deep, & blew out a puff a of grey smoke your direction. "you're so jumpy, babe."

"i'm just confused why i'm here is all," you swallowed, your eyes watering slightly because of the smoke.

"i'm considering you for a promotion," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"a promotion?"

"yeah, you could call it that. instead of being some recruiter-prostitute, how does 'dabi's little housewife slut' sound instead? nice ring to it, huh?" he said, breathing in the tobacco & studying your expression.

"i-i'm sorry?" you coughed out, shocked.

"you can be anything, can't you? that's your whole job, am i wrong?" he questioned, eyes darkening. his playful demeanor was gone, & something more sinister glossed over his expression.

"i'm not sure what you mean-" you were cut off by his fist slamming down on his desk, the things on it vibrating & falling off.

"(y/n), do you think i'm stupid?"

"n-no, of course not, sir!" you tried to reason, maybe he was upset about something else.

"do you think i'm fuckin' stupid?" the man scowled, standing up to his feet. his henchmen gripped their weapons tighter, their backs just a bit more straighter. oh, he knew.

"i don't think you're stupid, sir. you're a smart man, i know that-"

"though your flattery gets me hard, it's unwanted right now, doll," dabi told you as he walked towards you while you were just sitting there, your hands on your lap. you picked the dirt from under your nails, the balls of your feet grinding the vintage rug underneath you. your eyes were trained on him in fear that, if you looked away, he'd pounce.

under your breath, you repeated unsure, "hard?" you didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. suddenly, as he was standing directly on your side, he gripped the arms of your chair & forced it to turn. he caged you between him & the chair, him bent down so his face was only inches away from you. you could smell the smoke on his breath, his expensive cologne, & faint iron smell-- whether it was blood or gunpowder, you didn't want to find out.

"you're so bold, spying on me~ i didn't think you'd actually accept the job, yet here you are, thinking you are just so clever, huh?" he laughed in your face, but his tone was still deep.

"y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes wide. he was so close to you, he was a killer with no remorse, that's what they told you before you took this mission. you've heard it all before, & you've taken guys like him down, but they've never caught on to you. you had no plan, all you could do is hope that your crew knew your location.

"of course i know, (y/n)~ i know so much about you, & i must say, i'm such a fan," he started, looking at you up and down. you weren't cowering away from him, but you also weren't confident. you were going to try something, he knew it. "i'm honored to be your next big case. it's such a shame you won't be completing your mission though."

you swallowed thickly, & you gave him your best don't-fuck-with-me glare you could muster. "what now then? you caught me, you gonna kill me now?" you barked, hoping to intimidate him. instead, you were met with a bone chilling smile.

he chuckled, brushing his fingers through his wild hair, "oh no, sweetheart, i'm afraid you don't understand~" you started to search for something under your skirt-your gun- when he tightly gripped your wrist. "don't," he warned as he matched your glare.

the firm grasp you had on your gun loosened & it fell on the floor. he kicked it towards one of his men, who swiftly unloaded the mag & tossed it in the trash. "if it's information you want, you're not getting it outta me."

"wrong again, you get one more chance."

"would you stop fucking with me!?" you screamed at him, ready to oppose anything he wanted you to do. he gripped your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, & your hands shot up & held his wrist as you tried to wriggle out.

"watch your mouth when you talk to me," he warned, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "such a dirty mouth. if you were anyone else, i would've shot you instantly. consider yourself lucky."

"shtawp! le'me go!" you muttered through your puckered up lips, & surprisingly, he listened. once he let you go, you through yourself back into the chair to create as much distance as possible (it wasn't much). "wh-what are you going on about, dabi?"

"i thought i was, 'sir,' doll? what happened? we friends now?" he teased. the man gave you a fake pout & an eye roll.

"you wish. now answer me. what are you t-" he locked eyes with you once again, & you stumbled over your words, "t-talking about?"

he let out a dark chuckle, kneeling in front of you so his face was nearly resting on your lap. "princess, haven't you notice something weird has been happening ever since you took down shigiraki almost a year ago? don't you always feel like you're never alone? things appear in your car out of nowhere? your panties go missing from your apartment? haven't you ever wondered why you always feel so uneasy no matter where you are?"

your expression shifted from confused to terrified.

"you think you're all alone when you're scrubbing those perfect tits in the shower, huh? you really put on a show f'me when you masterbate. so fuckin' nasty, you know. i would love to know who's on your mind when you fingerfuck yourself," he said, licking his lips. his suit pants were tight enough that it was hard to miss the growing bulge. your eyes were teary out of embarrassment. "but i think i know who's on your mind when you do such dirty things."

"y-you don't know anything. m-my crew will be here soon o-once they realize i-i've been caught!" you fought, yet he had no care in the world. he through open your legs & tsked. you were told to wear a short skirt to "make it more believable," & now you're regretting everything. you tried to press your hands in between your thighs to block your clothed pussy out of his curious gaze.

"do you think so? cuz i think that they've completely forgetten about you 'cuz someone gave endeavor an anonymous tip on where my next drug deal will be held. i think that's more important than some captured spy, to be honest," he told you, "besides -men, hold her down- i have a feeling you actually really want this."

his goons, as they were told, held your wrists to the arms of the chair while another stood behind you, his gun looming just barely in the line of your vision. your legs were spread, & your arms were restrained. you thrashed as dabi's hot touch trailed up your calf to your inner thigh. your face was red hot in anger & flushed in shame. to fit your role, you wore a dark purple thong. your body betrayed you, a wet spot staining your panties. "st-stop! you-you're under arrest!"

"i-i-i am! oh n-no! wh-whatever will i do?!" he mocked, & his men laughed like he was some comedian. "please, (y/n), love, drop the fuckin' act. it's cute & all, but i'd rather you'd just stop pretending, i want you to enjoy this as much as i'm going to~" he faux pleaded, but he knew, either way, you were going to love it eventually. he heard your sighs of content whenever you read 'good guy x bad guy' spicy romances, he recorded you moaning his name when you first got assigned to this case.

"i-i really won't tell anyone, p-please let me go," you begged, watching him stand up & take off his blazer. he threw off his tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt, revealing his toned, tatted body. every part of his torso, chest, & arms were inked with dark grey tattoos. on his left pec was your initials in some fancy, grand font-- except it was a fleshy pink. a healed scar.

"you like it? or are you scared? i can't really tell," dabi questioned, leaning close to you. his guard's hands were replaced by his. "(y/n), if you tell me to stop nicely, maybe i will. granted, i'll lock you up until you're ready, but i'd wait. so tell me, with that dirty mouth of yours, what do you want?"

"uhm... w-what are you talking about?" you tried to avoid his inquiries, it shamed you to say the least. if you were to say what you wanted -what you truly wanted- you'd betray your country. you didn't want to answer.

"now, or later?" he repeated, tapping your wrist. "i'm gonna need to hear you say somethin' or i'll just do whatever i want, & trust me; you won't be able to handle it."

you were silent, your eyes darted from his icy ones, to his cold lips, to his tattooed body, & back to his eyes. avoidant, maybe that's all you have to do. he'll get bored of someone quiet, no?

"(y/n)~ sweetheart~ you're making a bad choice by keeping your mouth shut, unless that's what you want. you want me to use you, hm?" he teased, biting his lip afterward. dabi knew that look you were giving him because it's the one he gives you all the time. pure, primal lust. intrigue. but mostly lust.

you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. your heart was beating out of your chest, your voice caught onto your throat. you pondered, just for a moment, & you let your impulse control the outcome; you stayed silent.

after shutting your mouth, dabi smirked devilishly. "you've made your choice, remember that. so don't get too mad at me, 'kay? i give you permission to enjoy this as much as you want, but you probably didn't need my permission," he snickered. the man didn't even let you answer before capturing your rosy lips with his.

his kisses were intense, rough, yet so, so needy for you. in between pants & kisses, he whispered things like, "i've held myself back f' you," &, "god, fuckin' finally." your wrists were once again restrained by his henchmen, while his hands wandered around your body. as one hand cup your precious face, the other groped your tits through your clothes. if one shifted around your neck, the other one would be gripping your hips, bruising you already.

his pierced tongue explored your mouth. saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. his tongue was down your throat as he choked you. your spine jolted when two, long fingers began to ghost up and down your pussy, pushing a little harder over your clothes clit. he hooked the front part of your thong & pulled up. you let out a muffled scream as your panties disappeared in between your pussy lips. they were drenched in your arousal, & now you started leaking onto your skirt & his chair.

he finally released you from his kiss, your lungs burning. you let in a few shallow breaths before dabi bit your neck. he still had your thong wrapped around his finger, & every so often, he would pull upwards, & a scream of pained pleasure would follow in suit. bite marks & hickeys covered your neck. "all mine~" he purred, licking your tender neck.

"let's get these fuckin' clothes off'a ya," snarled dabi through gritted teeth. it was like opening a present for him. he tore through your t-shirt with ease, not even bothering undressing you all the way so the fabric just hung off of your shoulders. he suddenly fished a knife out of his pocket & cut your bra off of your body. he glided the dull side between the valley of your breasts, down to your heaving stomach. he shoved your mini skirt up around your waist & he cut off your soaked thong.

"fuckin' hell, babe. i've been dreaming about this," he groaned, stabbing the blade into his wooden desk. dabi squeezed your plush thighs, his handprints bruised on your skin. what was strange was how his men acted while the two of you were intimate; they were stoic & unwavering, their hardened faces expressionless.

they were under dabi's complete control, & that's just how he is. he knows how to get people on his side, he knows when they're interested, that's why he's such an influential man. "you really thought you could trick me?" he barked, pulling his leather belt out of his pants' loops. he fastened the belt around your wrists. "poor, little (y/n)~ all hot & bothered in front of the enemy~" with your hands bound, your legs were put onto the arms of the chair. once again, you were restrained by his men. ashamed & -quite honestly- turned on, you were splayed out on the chair, legs spread & pussy throbbing.

he undid the button on his pants, & they fell to the floor. his boxers were soon to follow. you were gawking his member, you couldn't help it. it's the biggest, thickest, you've ever been with in your life.

a smug, toothy grin stretched on his face as he watched your reaction. "you look shocked, doll," he noticed. dabi stood right in front of you, the tip of his cock gently slapping your clit. the contact made you jolt every time. "you've never been with someone like me, huh? that's why you're so quiet?"

you nodded sheepishly while you stared up at him with your doe eyes. he coated himself in your arousal before lining himself up with your entrance. dabi, in such a hushed tone it almost sounded sweet, cooed, "it's a shame i'm gonna use that perfect body. i want you to remember you chose this."

"y-yes sir, i-i remember," you replied back. when he whispered in your ear, it sent electricity up your spine, & you'd subconsciously arch your back.

he placed a firm kiss on your jaw, & he praised, "that's my girl~" dabi slid past you folds, diving himself into your entrance. he let out a throaty groan as he through his head back. his adam's apple bobbed, his hair becoming even more disheveled. dabi wasn't a man known for his slow, savory approach; his gentle demeanor was short-lived. he forced his cock into your dripping hole balls-deep. you let out a breathy scream, eyes widen for a second.

dabi towered over you, muscles flexed with every thrust. he pounded you into the chair that, with every thrust, you felt the chair legs wobble underneath you. he shooed his guards away from you because, in all honesty, you were not getting away from him. he's wanted you for too damn long, he's been patient enough.

honestly, it surprised him how slow you were taking the mission. you were behind enemy lines for months, you'd think that you would want to spend the least amount of time there as possible. it's no matter though, he has you right where he wants you. "aren't you worried, (y/n)? you're so quick to trust me," he pointed out in between his harsh thrusts.

every jerk made your tits bounce; he was fucking you so hard that your hearing became fuzzy. he kept hitting your g-spot over & over with the same roughness. "mnh~ t-too fast~ ngh-ahh," you whimpered. did he say something? if he didn't, you didn't even notice. it just was so overwhelming. even though you couldn't keep your mind straight, dabi still kept fucking you like you were some sex doll.

what snapped you back to reality was when a snap echoed off the walls, & your elevation changed. there was a pressure against your chest & a slight pain your back that was soon stretched out. the chair broke from beneath you. your head was cupped by dabi's tattooed hand. he laid flush against you while he folded you in half. your knees were to your chest & your legs rested on his broad shoulders.

at this angle, you could feel his cock in your stomach pumping in & out of your pussy. you let out a scream of pleasure as you begged, "sl-slow down! c-can't handle it!"

"aww~ i'm so sorry, doll face. i can't do that for you. maybe next time though," he joked as though he wasn't pounding you into oblivion. tears of overstimulation & slight frustration welled in your eyes. it was like you were cursed to overwhelming pleasure & moaning out his name forever.

god, did he have stamina. after an hour of raw fucking, he flipped in so many different positions. after the mating press, he put you into missionary with a tight grip on your plush hips. your arousal stained his expensive carpet, not that he cared because he'll just hire someone to clean it.

while he missionary, he let out a hearty groan, & his voice broke for a second. he held you tight as he drained his cum inside of your weeping hole. you thought that would be the end, but he took only a moment to breath before flipping you over to fuck you from behind.

ass in the air, back arched, & your face pressed against the ground, you saw stars that began to cloud your already-blurry vision. he rubbed your sensitive clit while he pumped his cock in & out of gorgeous, pitiful you. you whined for an ounce of sympathy. it was your first mistake thinking he was a normal man, & your second mistake was staying quiet when he so-graciously gave you a choice on how you wanted him.

"you're taking me so well, doll~" he praised with kisses on your arched back. you clenched around him when he said that, & his brow quirked up. "oh? you like that? you're squeezing so tight after i said that," he laughed. "you're such a pretty girl, all cock drunk just f'me~"

"st-stop it, you're b-being so-so mean," you sniffled but you didn't actually mean it... you were kind of a brat, but that's a secret you'd never tell. xoxo.

once you said that, he went more rough than before-- something you didn't realize was possible. you've creamed on his cock more times than you could count on your fingers with both your hands, yet he's only ejaculated once. the white stars started out as tiny dots, yet every time you came on dabi's thick, hard cock, they grew bigger. "g-gunna, i'm g-gunna... cu.. cum," you droned, letting the white stars overtake your vision, & all the sounds you hear became nothing more than a buzz. the only thing you could hear is dabi's laughter as you slowly slipped from consciousness. you squirted all over his cock -something you've never done before- then passed out. you went completely limp as subconscious sighs of pure hormonal ecstasy mixed with your heaving breath.

"uh oh, someone couldn't handle it," dabi tutted, yet he was still relentless as ever, make good of his promise to use you however he pleased. "what time is it?" he called out, & one of his men answered.

"hmm... i think it's about time for the show to begin then~" dabi said, petting your knotted hair as he scratched your scalp (all while he's still inside you, mind you). he came all over your ass a few moments later, then he carried you to his leather couch.

~~~

"where the fuck are we?" endeavor muttered as he stood in front of an abandoned movie theater.

"this is where the tip said dabi would be," his right hand man, hawks, told him. they were both in their tactical gear equipped with war-grade guns & knives at their disposal. soldiers rushed out the back of van in a single file line & they branched off to surround the building. some hid within the trees & branches, others crouched beside the doors to the building, but they were all waiting for one thing; endeavor's command. "should we try contacting (y/n) to see if she's heard anything?"

"we can't," endeavor said shortly, it would compromise the mission if they reached out to you before the designated time. you've agreed to have a twenty minute rendezvous with one of your "co-workers" every three days at three in the morning. your next scheduled rendezvous would be tomorrow.

his walkie-talkie buzzed off, & one of the squad captains said, "team one, in position."

"team two, in position."

"team three, in position."

"team four, in position."

endeavor, after hearing each captain, responded, "team zero, in position. take initiative in three... two... one...!" the burly man kicked open the main entrance door then pointed his gun around, using the flashlight to scan the area.

on his radio, he suddenly heard, "we've found something in theater nine!"

"hold your position, i am on my way. any surrounding teams make your way towards theater nine."

he stepped over debris, ignored any graffiti on the wall, & noted just how dark the atmosphere got the further he went down the corridor. down the hall was a glowing number nine above the very end left door. the fact that there was still electricity running through the building made him wonder how long dabi has been using this place for deliveries. it made him upset that he was right under his nose.

for years he's been hunting this man, this mafia who always seemed to be two steps ahead of him. now? now he had the upper hand. he has the newest, strongest equipment. his men were in the peak physical condition with reaction times as fast as f1 drivers. yet why was it this easy? he couldn't help but wonder.

endeavor reached theater nine, hawks close behind. the rest of his team stayed out of the room for look out. the other teams were already in the theater, fingers on their guns' trigger. it made a few of them jump when the projector started. "there's a man up there!" one yelled, & immediately endeavor turned over his shoulder to shoot at the projector window.

the bullet shattered the window, narrowly missing the shadowy figure. a team was already in pursuit, the captain speaking through their radio to let the others know. the projector was still running, & a voice caught endeavor's attention. his breath hitched, eyes narrowed.

"hello, endeavor~" greeted dabi, shirtless & coy as ever. "right on time, how did i know you were gonna be here?" he taunted, & endeavor noticed dabi's icy eyes darting down then back to the camera. all that was in frame was his upper half, a grand bookshelf in the background. his arm rested stretched out on the back his sofa. the other was in his lap.

"now before you leave & try to take this film for whatever, i wanna give you some peace in mind. my initial plan was just to blow all of you gullible fuckers up, but your cute little spy begged me not to, so you all better thank her. bad news though, you're not gonna see her any time soon," dabi sighed with fake sadness.

whispers erupted from endeavors soldiers. "(y/n)? is he talking about (y/n)?" "fuck... you don't think he..."

"don't get you panties in a twist, she's more than alright. i take good care of her. honestly, i should thank you for sending her right to me. when we get married, i might invite you to the wedding~" he cackled, & a cough was heard through the video. dabi suddenly looked down & yanked something, no, someone up. the back of your head was seen on the bottom of the camera.

"you fucker," endeavor cursed, even though it would fall on deaf ears. he couldn't tear his eyes away from the video. he wasn't even studying it anymore, he was just listening in disbelief.

"i made this movie to... send a message, i guess you could say," he shrugged nonchalantly. he looked back down to you, & his eyes softened. "c'mere, princess," he whispered, & as though you were hypnotized, you climbed atop his lap. "face the camera, show everyone how pretty you are~" & you did as you were told.

gasps filled the theater, nearly everyone looked away & took off their helmets. "oh, my god," hawks said in shock, it just slipped out. he looked at his -self-proclaimed- partner to gauge his reaction. endeavor couldn't tear his icy blue eyes away from the screen. he was as stiff as a statue, breath held.

the camera zoomed out, & there you were in dabi's bare lap, he held your legs wide open. your eyelids drooped, drool made your lips glossy, & you were practically limp in his hold. goops of cum seeped out of your puffy pussy, there was ropes of his semen covered your thighs & lower stomach. hickeys & hand-shape marks bruised your skin. instead of yearning eyes, begging for help, you had a nearly lovesick smile on your face. gently, dabi kissed your head, pecking down to your cheeks & he said hushed sweet-nothings into your ear.

"don't ever try to spy on me again, endeavor. & don't try to save (y/n), she doesn't need it. i promise i'll take such good care of her~"

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