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puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 3

chapter 2

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; you don't know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me i guess it's different 'cause you love him but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination and that's gotta count for something - not allowed (tv girl)

you'd found a boy that made your heart go thump thump, thump. and you knew very well how the rest of that story usually went.

your love was encompassing. asphyxiating and obsessive. and in the very first moment the two of you interacted, you knew, this could be it.

you didn't blame yourself.

you couldn't blame yourself.

blame the love stories.

the disney movies with the princes and the magic mirrors. breaking curses with true love's kiss. much like the fabricated sugary fantasies, your potential life with him unfolded before your eyes.

he could be the one.

true love's forever kiss.

you imagined it all.

movie theater dates, awkward parental meetings, proposals, a home, kids, pets. arguments. therapy, even. pushing through at the end. death. rebirth. trying it all over again in the next life.

all you had to do was get him to stick around.

you had to make him understand that you could be his true love kiss, too.

you had to be perfect.

. . there was just one miniscule problem.

the boy so happened be on the same baseball team as mark.

it's the way the two of you had met.

despite the fact that you were supposed to be there for mark: your eyes were . . elsewhere. your eyes - then your focus - had gravitated towards him even before the first pitch. and you found yourself blushing as you watched him stretch: holding his baseball bat over his head.

you'd made it your only goal to attempt to extract as much information about it from mark as discretely as you could. and frankly, you should've known mark would be able to read you like the back of his hand.

because he found out what you were trying to do embarrassingly quickly.

and he was just as quick to shut it down.

you hadn't noticed the boy before. not really. but since the baseball game, he seemed to be everywhere. and you were excited to find that he was the new addition to mark's friend group. you knew this because you saw him and mark sitting together during lunch.

which meant they were at least acquaintances.

so imagine your shock when you came to find out. . mark didn't like him.

everything about him seemed to rub mark the wrong way. mark would clam up the moment you mentioned your boy. he'd change the subject. or his mood would just straight up sour. he'd go quiet and avoidant. and when you kept pushing, he finally snapped.

your boy was stupid.

your boy was shallow.

"don't say i didn't warn you." mark would mumble.

but warning you wasn’t enough.

your boy barely looked at you.

and you weren't sure if it was in part because of the way you acted. . the way you looked. maybe he was so out of your league that he'd completely removed you from his radar.

you'd watch him from across hallways and excitement would swell in your chest when you found that you'd be walking in opposite directions.

you'd see him coming.

he'd see you.

time would slow as you walked past him.

your heart rate would pick up.

but his eyes would remain forward and time would pick back up again as soon as you were past each other.

all it'd leave you with was the bitter taste of rejection in your mouth and a deep ache of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

the only thing that sobered you up were the dizzying possibilities.

he hadn't seen you. he hadn't noticed the effort you'd put in.

but eventually, he would.

you don't know what it was that grabbed his attention.

mark was vehemently against introducing you two.

you were at a loss until you realized that you'd just have to try harder.

whenever mark left for the bathroom, you'd made it a mission to swipe mark's phone during study sessions. you'd go through his socials and send yourself screenshots of both his follower count and who he was following.

it was a long tedious progress but eventually, you'd found your boy's account.

thankfully, it was public. which meant the the decoy accounts you'd made to snoop just in case he was private turned out to be a waste of time.

you looked through his followers and did your homework on anyone he showed a particular interest in. you'd even made a list of the usernames of the people who’s posts he interacted with the most.

and soon you became a master of disguise.

you studied them top to bottom.

those that went to the same school were far easier to emulate.

you copied their mannerisms, the way they styled their hair, you changed the cadence of your voice, the way you rolled your r’s. your clothing grew tighter and your slouch was now an exaggerated upbeat gallop as you chased after the object your new affection, hoping one day he'd notice.

. . and the exact moment he looked into your eyes and did a double take. . you did one, too.

it was completely out of surprise before you caught yourself and continued to saunter away from him with butterflies in your stomach: flapping their wings so violently it felt like you'd be swept away.

his attention was the most excitement you'd felt. . in a long time.

and you knew you'd do anything to retain it.

it was a sickly sweet feeling: syrupy, sticky. clogging your vascular system to the point your head swelled. the lack of oxygen only heightened your fantasies.

the attention was addictive and so, so good you found yourself chasing that high all the time. going to extreme lengths to get his attention. even if they’d end up embarrassing you after.

you never allowed yourself to wallow in the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach when you did everything in your power to get his attention, though.

specially whenever it made a smile stretch across his face.

whatever you did faded into the background.

it was all worth it in the end.

something was wrong with mark.

and he needed to get to the root of the problem fast.

he was looking at you. . differently.

he talked to his dad.

nolan had said something about the changing moods having to do with his powers. how being intense and passionate was just in his blood.

he talked to his mom about it. albeit in a more discrete way. he'd never be able to live it down if she'd found out you were making him behave a certain way.

she'd just chalked it up to it being puberty.

mark didn't know who to believe.

he just wanted to stop thinking about you.

his nerves were shot to shit whenever you were near.

senses heightened: you were a fog blanketing his brain until your voice carried with it a technicolor vision.

he could smell you coming like a damn blood hound.

he could hear your pulse while sitting next to you.

something was wrong with mark.

he knew it when his teeth ached when you'd stretched your neck: raised your arms over your head and let out a little sound of pain and discomfort.

something was wrong with mark.

when the day's turned warm and wet. . and your clothing became more revealing.

he could see more of you.

freckles and moles, blemishes and scars, he hadn't noticed before.

he'd follow sweat drops rolling down your skin.

smooth. soft.

he'd held you, once.

when was the last time?

something was wrong with mark.

he'd lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling.

thinking about how you'd looked while you concentrated on a book. while you looked down at your phone. while you listened to music: smiling when a song you liked came on.

your little humming. . but not singing.

never singing.

mark noticed you'd stopped singing in front of him when he started to make fun of you for it.

that, too, was how mark knew something was wrong with him.

the way your moods would shift like tides under a crescent moon whenever he'd said something excited him. he felt pleasure - a violent zap of electricity shooting up and down his spice - watching your eyes light up or darken when he'd say something to you.

about you.

i like your hair today.

light.

you talk so goddamn much.

dark.

i missed you.

light.

your stories take fucking forever.

dark.

something was wrong with him when he found his own mood depended on fantasizing on how he'd make you feel that day.

if he was in a bad mood, seeing you in one, too, was a sure-fire way to make his day a whole lot better.

something was wrong with mark.

when he'd have to smother the sounds he made while imagining you -

something was wrong with him. . when red, hot anger consumed him when one of his friends made a smart quip about your body.

when he couldn't just laugh it off anymore.

something was wrong with mark.

. . or so he thought.

because he'd later find out. .

. . no.

something was wrong with you.

all of a sudden: mark was the one double texting.

triple texting.

mark was the one asking if he could hang out. . and when the fuck did he ever need permission?

mark was the one seeking you out.

something was wrong with you.

and he needed to get to root of the problem.

he picked his brain apart in an attempt to figure out what it was. you couldn't be under any stress. you looked fine. better than fine.

you looked happy.

fucking elated.

to the point where mark couldn't affect your moods anymore.

mark wanted to know what the fuck you were so happy about.

why the fuck you were so happy when he was falling apart at the seams. when his world was crashing down.

and there you were, completely fucking oblivious.

mark had always been curious.

and so, he went to see you.

the two of you were in your room.

you'd excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

and mark started looking.

you were predictable.

he knew where you kept your journal. despite how many times he'd found it and read it aloud - holding it above his head whenever you tried to snatch it away - he'd always managed to figure out your next hiding place.

it was easier that way.

he pretended he didn't know where it was.

you pretended to have some privacy.

he pretended not to know every single, minute, insignificant detail of your life.

of your thoughts.

thank fuck you were still so naive.

thank fuck for dairies.

he'd found it in a box under your bed.

and after flipping to the page with the freshest set of ink. . he'd found out what your problem was.

you'd found a boy who'd made your heart go

thump.

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zazter-den · 8 months

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Foul-Mouthed Frit | Stained Glass Circumstances Ch. 1

Series: Snippet #1, Snippet #2, Current

Synopsis- All stained glass begins as frit, but you're not as frit of the warrior in front of you as you probably should be.(Main Scene: Bakugou, Aftercare: Kirishima).

Warnings- Coerced NonCon, Oral Knotting, CumVom, Choking, Clothes Tearing, Degradation, Overstim, Org Denial, Slap(giving), Forced Bond, King/Consort Dynamic, Alt A/B/O, Yandere Bakugou.

Tags- Fantasy AU, BarbarianKing!Bakugou, Dragon!Kirishima, KingConsort!Reader, Black Haired Reader, Isekai, Creampie, Chin Grab, Excessive Seed, Aftercare.

Word Count- 7700, Chapter 1

Your heart thumped against your ribs, unease and curiosity battling it out, as you stood before the imposing blond warrior. On a good day, you couldn't help but feel out of place in the simple hand-me-down dress, a one of few mercies you received from the cold villagers when you arrived. Standing here in front of the decorated barbarian within the confines of the grandiose war tent, you felt dressed in little more than rags. Was this man here to finish the villager's sad attempt at uprising? Surely non-lethal injuries to a handful of soldiers, even if severe, didn't warrant a general's (or whoever's) presence.

Why am I here? I wasn't even involved.

The bodice of the scratchy dress felt nearly too tight to breathe, a physical pressure to match the growing weight of dread settling in your bones. It had been a month since your watery arrival to this world, but it hadn't taken long to miss your modern clothes, modern stressors, and the familiarity of home. A pang of longing shot through you like a static shock, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the intimidating figure ahead.

A shiver ran down your spine as you met the blond's piercing blood red gaze. His throne, made from the bones of fallen beasts long dead and a patterned patchwork of leather, only amplified the imposing aura surrounding him. With each passing moment, you couldn't help but feel like a small, insignificant creature in the presence of a predator.

"Pint-sized for a dragon, aren't ya?" the barbarian growled, his gruff voice boomed in the tense silence, tone heavy with amused disdain. A predatory smirk adorned his face, highlighting his intimidating yet undeniably attractive features. "You're quite the fuckin' anomaly."

Your eyes widened at his words, and for a moment you forgot your unease. You had become so used to the weight by this point that you honestly almost forgot. A hand instinctively went to touch the base of the draconic crystal horns that jutted back from your hairline, a bizzarre feature you had woken to on the lake shore, a side effect of the magic that had forced your entry to this unfamiliar world.

All of the lakeside villagers were human, but you had learned enough about this world's inhabitants to know that that you weren't a true dragon like the ones the citizens of this realm were familiar with—those with wings, a tail, and true dragon features. You are, at your core, still human, and really the horns were the only evidence to suggest otherwise. The asshole wasn't entirely wrong in calling you a mystery.

"Can tell you're no real dragon, some sorta bastard maybe" he remarked, rumbly voice smug. "Though I admit, those crystal horns of yours are intriguing 'nough. You'll pass as an addition to my collection."

You blinked once, twice, as you struggled for a mere second to process the words coming out of the pompous man's mouth before time seemed to resume again.

Should you have been scared? Probably.

But you weren't.

Your eyes narrowed to near slits with incredulity as you peered up at him. White hot anger filled your veins, fear of the undoubtedly dangerous strange warrior forgotten. Being a newcomer to the realm, you couldn't quite comprehend the gravity of the situation in standing before the man in front of you. Being an outsider to the village and their rebellion, also meant you weren't aware yet just how low cowards will sink to save their own skin.

" 'Collection'? " You repeated, scoffing loudly at his arrogance. The gall of him had your nerves shot and common sense short circuiting. All pretenses of appearing as a polite peasant were now firmly out the window, all bets were off. After a month of biting your tongue to rude villagers as you struggled to adjust to your new life, it felt amazing to spit exactly what you were thinking. "Who the fuck do you think you are, blondie?”

The fair haired barbarian's grin only widened at your boldness, relishing the rare occurance. It wasn't often someone had a big enough death wish to challenge him face to face.

"O, sweetheart, not just any 'blondie'," he sneered, weighing the weight his words had on you. "I'm yer fuckin' king." Enjoying the way shock washed over your face, anger clearly forgotten, overshadowed by the realization that you were standing before the most dangerous man in the kingdom.

King Bakugou's amusement was evident as he leaned forward in his seat, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction at your dumbstruck face. "D'ya wanna know why you're standin' in front of me?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension. "They offered ya to me, little anomaly," the barbaric royal continued, the corners of his lips curling into a cruel smile. "A barter for their miserable lives after a pitiful 'scuse of a rebellion."

You were shocked, your eyes meeting his with furious disbelief. "So, people I barely know, GAVE me to you to spare themselves?" your words were laced with anger and a sense of betrayal, unable to comprehend the depths of their craven desperation. Sure, they were cold to strangers, but to sacrifice you for their own lives wasn't something you had thought was even a possibility. Had it really been so foolish to want to believe they were finally warming up to you?

The barbarian king's expression hardened as he replied, his voice laced with a sharp edge. "Ya should feel honored," he snapped, his blood red eyes narrowing. Rising from his intimidating throne of giant bone and beast hide, he closed the distance between them with a purposeful stride. The sound of his heavy boots thudded against the packed ground within the war tent until he loomed over you.

“I rarely take consorts,” King Bakugou's hand shot out and firmly grasped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his piercing gaze. His touch was harsh, a firm reminder of the physical might that Bakugou wielded when he so chose. Your heart pounding in your chest as his fingernails dug into your jawline. Leaning in close, his face mere inches away from yours, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous rumble as he continued speaking. “especially not runt freaks like you." The disdain in the cold blooded king's tone sent a chill down your spine.

Your heart dropped, The weight of the revelation pressed heavy against your chest. Mind racing with anger and betrayal as you grappled with the harsh reality of your situation. You had only been in this unfamiliar realm for barely a few weeks and now you stood before the formidable barbarian king, a man who held the power of life and death over countless warriors and civilians alike.

It didn't take years of education, or really much common sense, to know the dangerous consequences of defying a medieval tyrant. You knew you had to keep your anger in check, to try to bite your tongue and submit. At least for now.

Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into that fucking tent, and survival was now officially the priority.

King Bakugou's sadistic enjoyment of the situation was plain as he ruthlessly analyzed your appearance, his gaze lingering on the translucent crystal horns with an almost dismissive glance. "Yer horns are clear, nothin' special," he remarked, his voice dripping with annoyance. It was clear that your unique crystalline features held little significance in his opinion. However, as his eyes roamed down your body, a more sinister gleam sparked within them.

"Body, on the other hand, is fine enough for a concubine," the blond added with a twisted smirk, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. The shift of the dress' neckline sent a shiver down your spine, baring your shoulder to his inspection. Your heart beat faster as King Bakugou's piercing eyes bore into you, his actions invasive and dehumanizing. Your throat constricted in response to the humiliating position you found yourself in. Even having to resist the urge to pull your chin away from his grasp, knowing that defiance would only lead to suffering of some variety.

His eyes swept over your neck and shoulder, searching for any sign of a scar, any indication that you already belonged to another. You kept your gaze to the side, unnerved by the intensity of his bloody stare, a shiver rippled down your spine as his touch almost seemed to burn your skin.

"Good," he declared, a twisted smile tugging at his lips as his hot breath ghosting over the exposed skin. "No claim."

King Bakugou wasted no time in closing the remaining distance. Swiftly leaning down, he sank his canines into the smooth flesh with a forceful bite. However, unlike true mating, the barbaric blond did not release the necessary venom that would solidify an actual bond between souls.

The lack of numbing venom caused a sharp hiss to escape your lips, a mix of agony and indignation flooding your system. You might not have been here long and you certainly were no expert, but you knew the basics of mating marks, this world's lifelong courtship. It was a deliberate move, a clear reinforcement that he had no intentions of making you his equal partner in this arrangement. After all, you were merely a plaything, to be toyed with. You should be thankful not to be bound to the barbarian's soul, and yet you couldn't ignore the obvious insult. Or the pain.

The unexpected stabbing pain of fang sinking into flesh triggered a reflexive response, causing you to shove and slap Bakugou's face in a desperate attempt to free yourself from his grasp. The crack of your palm connecting with his cheek seemed to echo in the massive war tent, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake and a streak of crimson trailing down the king's chin.

The barbarian's eyes glowed with fierce delight, his feral nature taking enjoyment in the defiance of his new concubine. Despite the stinging pain in his cheek and the split in the corner of his upper lip from the strike, a low chuckle escaped King Bakugou's lips. "You've got guts, shitty horns, I'll give ya that much" he growled, his voice laced with a dark amusement as his tongue flicked over his split lip.

If you thought your heart was racing before, it certainly paled to the drumbeat it was pounding now.

You had dared to challenge the king, to strike him in a moment of instinct. If the tyrant himself marched to this village over a few maimed soldiers, what exactly was your punishment going to be? A part of you regretted the impulsive action, aware that it would only fuel the bestial nature of the tyrant and likely add to your own suffering...But another part of you couldn't suppress the thrill that surged through you when you slapped the shit out of him. You might be trapped in this new situation but you refused to be completely meek, cowering at his feet.

You would submit. But only as much as you had to.

As King Bakugou's wicked chuckle echoed in the confines of the tent, he swiped away the droplets of blood that trickled down his split lip, relishing in the taste. "Spirited whore, ha?" he continued with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You'll learn. 'Til then, I'm gonna enjoy breaking that attitude of yours."

Your breathing grew shallow as you just stared at the king, mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You knew full well that true defiance would only bring more challenges, but still a small ember of resistance burned. You would not surrender completely, no matter the threat. And even bolstered with the courage of the dissociative haze that emotionally numbed you to the consequences of your actions, you still knew the danger was very real.

The red glistening imprint of his bite marked your delicate skin, a reminder of his sadistic tendencies and the cruel pleasure he derived from such acts. Your body trembled in frustration, mind grappling with the complex storm of emotions that threatened to take over reason. You may have to play the role forced on you but you would bide your time, until the opportunity presented itself.

And so began the balancing act.

"Your position, in this territory," the warrior king continued, his voice dripping with gruff superiority, "is t'be at my beck and call. You exist to serve my needs now, like any other fuckin' whore. An' rest assured, you will serve me well." With those words, he spun you around and pressed your abdomen hard against the tent's solid wood table, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"Lemme show you your new role," Bakugou sneered, voice filled with dark promise. With one swift motion, he pulled the rough dress up to rest on your hips, baring your body to his gaze. His eyes hungrily took in your curves, his fingers ran up the exposed skin of your thighs and hips. Feeling his rough fingers trail over the sensitive areas of your thighs, you could feel yourself getting lost in the intensity of the touch.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as King Bakugou ripped apart the too-tight bodice, buttons popping off as your breasts spilled free from the barely reinforced fabric. His knees pressed painfully firm against the back of yours, effortlessly spreading your shaky legs apart. The motion trapped your hips against the edge of the table and exposed your pussy to to his gaze. Breath hitched as you felt the large tip of his hardened cock pressing against your slick entrance. Every inch of your body tensed. Judging from the thickness of his head alone, the lean warrior was larger than you expected him to be. Bakugou's girth tested your cunt's limits, forced to stretch wide. Initial entry was rough, inch by inch, as your pussy's tight walls struggled to accommodate the impressive length of the barbaric king's dick. The pleasurable ache making you fight to maintain composure.

Leaning forward on your forearms for support, your chest squished against the cold surface of the table. Fingernails dug into the smooth wood, your knuckles turning white with each of Bakugou's punishing thrusts. An unexpected surge of arousal coursed through your veins, and you decided to embrace the inevitable pleasure that his pace promised to bring.

Despite your feelings on the turn of events, your body responded to his coarse treatment, for the distracting orgasm and mind-numbing hormones that lay tantalizingly within reach. Determined to find some semblance of pleasure within your new prison, you forced yourself to shift your perspective. If you were going to be forced to be an object of desire, you may as well revel in the physical gratification it offered and claw back any benefit you could until you made your move.

As the table rocked against the packed dirt floor of the tent with each forceful thrust, the warrior royal couldn't resist mocking you. His voice was filled sadistic amusement. "Where'd all that fire go?" he taunted, amused by the contrast between your previous defiance and your current submissive state. "Don't tell me I already fucked it out of ya."

Your aching walls had struggled to accommodate his girth initially, causing you to tense up. You had to focus on consciously relaxing your body, allowing him to fuck you with more ease. The mixture of discomfort and increasing pleasure sent waves of heat coursing through your body, intensifying your arousal. At this point, you couldn't tell whether the fact that rough sex made your cunt leak like a faucet was a pro or a con.

You really couldn't help but snap back, voice loaded with a defiant edge. "You really like the sound of your own voice, huh, 'Your Highness'?" you quipped harshly, rolling your eyes knowing he would be unable to see, as you were swept up by the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked against the table.

Undeterred by your attempt at disrespect, Bakugou leaned forward over your bare back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The warrior king's voice dripped with amusement as he addressed your lack of fear. "You're really not scared of me, are ya?" the blond chuckled sharply, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Give it time," he sneered, his grip on your erect nipples tightening as he pinched and pulled. With a choked moan, your body arched instinctively in response, a symphony of conflicting sensations flooding your body.

Your black curls bounced with each punishing thrust, your body pressed against the dull edge of the table, the hard surface digging into your hips with a force that promised to leave bruised reminders of your afternoon in the days to come. The brutal intensity behind Bakugou's movements overwhelmed you, leaving you breathless and at his mercy.

Just when you thought you had found a rhythm, just when you though you were getting close to finally cumming- the royal bastard abruptly withdrew, his cock's sizeable head dragging along the walls of your dripping passage. A soft indignant gasp escaped your lips as the sudden emptiness left you yearning for release. Inner walls involuntarily clenched in a futile attempt to hold onto the fleeting pleasure, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

He took a moment to enjoy your needy frustration before thrusting back inside with renewed intensity. Each powerful movement caused your body to arch and quiver in response, teetering on the razor's edge between ecstasy and torment. Despite the lingering defiance in your heart, your cunt betrayed you, subconsciously craving the pleasure that Bakugou pounded into you. The aching bite at the junction of your neck felt hot, as your nipples squeezed between his vice-like fingers.

Your walls eagerly embraced the renewed pounding, tightening around him in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure he provided. The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves through your body, sparking sensations that threatened to consume entirely. As the table creaked under the combined weight, your gasps and moans filled the air, merging with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and groaning wood. The intensity of the king's pace, each thrust pushing you closer to cumming around the thick cock slamming in and out of your needy hole.

As your body neared the peak of pleasure, King Bakugou enjoyed the control he had over you, keeping that orgasm just out of reach. Each time you felt the pleasure building within you reach that breaking point, he would cruelly withdraw, denying you much needed relief. The frustration reached a boiling point,as your walls involuntarily clenched desperately around the thick ridge of his cockhead in a feeble attempt to keep it inside.

"Stop fucking teasing me!" you shot over your shoulder in irritation. The pleasure that coursed through your veins was distracting, clouding your mind and amplifying your need to cum. The denial of your orgasm left you on the edge in what felt like a perpetual state of yearning, body aching for the release that the feral blond held in his cruel grasp.

As King Bakugou repositioned himself, angling his thrusts to target your most sensitive spots, and the pleasurable torment of denial continued. The conflicting sensations pushed you further towards either heaven or hell. With how your legs trembled with both the overstimulation of your poor pussy's stretched walls and the unbearable need to cum, you weren't sure which you were closer to.

"Ha? Think ya forgot who serves who here," bloody eyes narrowing as he sneered, his arrogant tone held an unrestrained hunger. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he drank in your frustration. He took great sadistic pleasure in this game. Knowing that, despite your protests, he had the power to bring you to the edge of cumming and keep. You. Trapped. There.

As the twisted dance between pleasure and denial continued, your body reacted eagerly to every movement, cunt walls fluttering near constantly in desperate need of fulfillment. Each time King Bakugou withdrew, your inner muscles clenched around the massive disappearing tip, another futile attempt to hold onto the pleasure that slipped through your grasp.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the air as he pounded back into your gushing pussy. The table beneath you was sticky with your juices, and his blood red gaze spotted a string of viscous slick suspended mid-air between the edge of the table and the packed dirt floor below.

With each turn of Bakugou's cruel cycle, a symphony of profanity spilled from your parted lips. Your body shook with the weight of unfulfilled lust, aching for the relief that seemed cruelly just out of reach. The rise and fall of your emotions danced in harmony with the motion of their bodies, humiliating frustration fueling your foul mouthed whimpers.

"'N fact," Bakugou laughed, gruff voice filled with sadistic glee, "I think that tongue o' yours has earned ya a punishment."

The barbarian's fingers curled around your quartz horns, his grip possessive and firm. As his grip tightened, you barely felt the dull ache spreading from the base of your horns through the haze of pleasure and overstimulation. The strain on your neck was evident, your head tilted back to reveal the garnet red bite print marring your exposed skin.

With a deliberate slowness, King Bakugou pulled back on your crystalline horns, his hold firmly guiding you until your upper body was no longer supported by the table's wooden surface. Weakened by the cruel cycle of ecstasy and denial imposed on you, your legs trembled with the effort to remain upright. The shift in position caused a head rush as you fought to remain standing upright. Turns out, you wouldn't need to fight that battle for long.

Using your horns as a guide, Bakugou yanked you down to kneel before him. Obediently following his command, your weakened knees sunk against the hard packed dirt beneath you. The shift in posture brought about a new level of submission, body now positioned at his feet, ready to fulfill the king's desires.

Bakugou's massive member hung heavy above you, his imposing figure towering over as he peered down with cruel superiority. "Ever get your mouth washed out with soap?" he sneered, a wicked grin stretching across his face.

With a snarky retort already forming on the tip of your tongue, you opened your mouth to deliver a biting response. However, in that moment of distraction, the massive cock head shoved past your lips, the sudden intrusion catching you off-guard. A muffled gag sound escaped your throat, eyes widening in surprise as King Bakugou claimed your mouth with little mercy. Musk filled your senses, the unexpected violation left you momentarily stunned. Your eyes watered as you struggled to accommodate his size, jaw stretched to its limits while King Bakugou hissed in pleasure at the feel of your hot tongue against his dick.

A gasp of surprise escaped your lips, muffled by Bakugou's large cock as he took advantage of the opening you unwittingly provided and began to thrust. The rough motion caused your tongue to press against the underside of the massive member, tasting both of you. The initial shock gave way to a mix of conflicting sensations - humiliation, arousal, and a begrudging surrender.

Your throat constricted around the tip of his dick as you fought against your body's instinctive gag reflex. The taste of your combined arousal filled your mouth, the combination of his precum and your own slick coating your tongue with every thrust. With each attempt, guided by the iron grip he held on your crystalline horns, you managed to swallow a little more of his length, throat stretching in an attempt to accommodate his girth. The barbaric king's control remained unyielding. He roughly guided your movements with an unwavering grip on your horns, forcing the pace at which you took him deeper. The sight of your struggle only made him grip you tighter, setting a faster pace.

You looked good, all fuckdrunk at his feet, submitting to his desires without question.

With each inch you took down your throat, your breathing became increasingly labored. Your eyes flitted upwards as much as possible, trying to meet his gaze as you continued to obey his every command. Teary eyes pleaded for mercy, yearning for the release that was just out of reach, as you continued to let King Bakugou's thrust into your throat. Bakugou locked gazes with you. It wasn't that he ignored your pitiful puppy eyes, all watery and unfocused, but it didn't certainly have the outcome you were begging for. His pace sped up, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he approached his climax.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion and as you felt a new ridge near the base of his cock begin to swell. It took you by surprise, lips forced to start to form an O-shape as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. You mumbled uselessly around the resulting barrier, only managing to press your tongue harder against the enlarged gland.

"Never seen an alpha before?" King Bakugou asked incredulously, the tone of his voice heavy with pompous amusement. "Ya really are a fuckin' freak, this'll be fun" he added, sadistically excited for the surprise in store for you.

The swelling knot created a tight seal against your teeth, effectively trapping your tongue in a frenzy of desperate, frantic movements. As his lust hit a peak, Bakugou looked down at you with dark satisfaction, the intensity of his gaze piercing into your very being. His words cut through the pounding of blood in your ears, his mean grin widening.

"Y're gonna want to breathe through your nose when ya can," he instructed as his hips started to stutter, cruel grin never faltering. "For the next ten minutes at least." He took great joy in the power he held over you, knowing full well the challenge he was about to present. His groans of pleasure were the only warning of his orgasm that you got besides the pulse of his knot, before waves of warm cum were cascading down your throat. You fought against the rising panic, you just needed to relax you told yourself. The taste of his seed flooded the back of your throat, your lips stretched around his swollen knot, as you braced yourself to endure the minutes to come.

Your breathing grew ragged as you tried to comply with the barbaric king's instruction, the pressure of his spurts down your throat sending your body into a state of sensory overload. Each surge of his cum filled the back of your mouth, forcing you to swallow to make room for more, so you wouldn't be overwhelmed. Nose pressed against the coarse, orange wires of his pubic hair, your breaths coming in short gasps as you struggled to find enough air.

Your sore throat bobbed with each gulp, lips sealed tightly around Bakugou's pulsing knot. You followed his instructions, taking quick breaths through flared nostrils whenever his spurts allowed a moment of respite. As you continued to swallow the seemingly never-ending load, your eyes watered and throat contracted around the royal's throbbing cock. Bakugou ran his thumb over your neck, tracing over the ridge his twitching cockhead made in your throat, causing you to choke and sputter, your reflexive gag wrapped around his dick.

The primal sounds of you gagging and swallowing seemed to fuel Bakugou, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reveled in your struggle to regain control of your reflexes. He found the cruel game fun, knowing that you had to drink every single drop or be overwhelmed by the seed that filled your mouth. As the barbaric king rolled his hips, his cock milked one last time by your tight walls, the deflating knot slipped past your teeth with a squelching pop. You felt each inch slowly withdraw from your pained throat, eliciting a mix of both relief and a weird sense of emptiness. Your jaw ached from the strain, throat raw and bruised from the rough treatment. Cum dripped from your swollen lips, a shiny string dripping towards the ground between your knees.

You leaned back against the leg of the heavy table, body boneless and weak from the intense sex. Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, senses still reeling from the experience. The taste of his cum still lingered in your mouth, a reminder of of just how well you had performed your role.

His cruel grin twisted with satisfaction as he held your weak chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your glassy gaze to meet his blood red eyes. The arrogance in his voice was evident as he spoke, his words laced with a mocking tone.

"You did well, little whore," King Bakugou taunted, "Maybe you'll last longer than the others." His words cut through you like a knife, a reminder of your place and his complete control over the situation.

And it only got worse.

Your stomach churned, the fullness from consuming the sheer volume of cum you did, mixed with the exhaustion and strain on your body. It was rapidly becoming too much to bear. The taste of his bitter seed lingered in your mouth, adding to the increasing waves of nausea that welled up. With shaky legs, you bolted towards the clean bucket next to the table, a hand clamped over your mouth. Face contorted in anguish as you reached it just in time, hunching over and emptying the viscous contents of your stomach into the wood container, a curtain of dark curls obscuring the action.

Wave after wave of white, thick cum splashed into the bucket. Your throat burned even more from the forceful expulsion, tears streaming down your face as you tried to catch your breath between stomach spasms and hiccups.

Meanwhile, Bakugou simply rolled his crimson eyes in annoyance. He watched with a scowl as you succumbed to the ill effects of being orally knotted for first time, his own sense of satisfaction completely unaffected. The king redressed himself in his leather breeches, his muscular chest displayed proudly. He made no move to help or console you, instead commenting with a disdainful tone

"Y're gonna have to get better at that," he sneered, his dissatisfaction with the newest addition to his collection clear as day. Without a backward glance, he exited the tent, leaving you seething with roiling resentment.

As you continued to glare daggers at his retreating back over the rim of the bucket, an unbreakable determination burned in your eyes. The interaction had further solidified your disdain for the barbarian king. One way or another, you swore to yourself, you were going to find a way to make that man miserable.

Bakugou made his way through the field, his strides thudding quickly across the field. His blood red eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the lush greenery and wind rustling through the grass and leaves. In the distance, he spotted Captain Kirishima, his towering figure standing tall on a hill overlooking the lake.

The captain of the king's guard, tall and muscular, wore his signature dark grey uniform adorned with a crimson cloak denoting his station. His mane of long, vibrant red hair cascaded down his back, and his curved ruby horns glinted in the late afternoon light. Nearing a staggering seven feet, Kirishima towered over most humans and dragons alike. With a languid stretch of his wings and tail, he looked every bit the formidable dragon he was. Even though his stature was imposing- off the battlefield, there was a softness to his facial features, a warmth in his scarlet eyes that contradicted his formidable appearance.

Stretching his wings and tail with a contented yawn, Kirishima paused mid-spread as he noticed his long time friend approaching. His scarlet eyes widened in alarmed confusion as he caught sight of the split upper lip on the king's face.

"What happened to your lip?" Kirishima asked baffled, his tail and wings still unintentionally frozen extended as he waited.

Bakugou's grin widened, his blood-red eyes shining with a mischievous glint. He licked his split upper lip, savoring the sting that still lingered from your bold and unexpected slap. The memory of the defiance brought a twisted satisfaction to the king.

"Hah! The village's 'peace offering' turned out fiesty" he responded, a hint of admiration laced within his tone. The fact that you had the audacity to strike him, the mighty Murder King Bakugou, had caught the barbarian off guard at the time, but it definitely made you more interesting.

Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his tail flicking. "They attacked you?" he asked taken aback, “Are they still breathing?” The captain knew that the barbaric ruler was not one to tolerate defiance easily, let alone physical attempts to challenge his authority. Kirishima's mind flooded with questions, but he kept them to himself as he awaited further explanation from his commanding king.

Bakugou's smug grin widened even further, his blood red eyes sparkling with perverse delight. "Oh, they're alive," he responded, his voice dripping with a sadistic satisfaction, "Just paying for their little outburst, that's all."

The words hung in the air, the implication clear. The king's tone hinted at the punishment the new consort was enduring in the privacy of the tent.

Although he hadn't yet met the new concubine, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy towards them. Having grown up with the royal, he knew firsthand the levels of wrath Bakugou could reach. Despite these conflicting emotions, Kirishima's primary concern was ensuring the well-being of those in the king's care, even if it meant treading carefully in the sea of Bakugou's own volatile temper. It often fell to the loyal captain to keep the king from committing actions he would regret later. Well, less regret and more inconvenience him.

"'n fact, you're on babysitting duty while I deal with the village," Bakugou said, the murderous glint in his bloody eyes betraying his enjoyment of the situation. The king's command echoed in Kirishima's ears, causing his ruby scaled tail to stiffen and his broad shoulders to tense.

Kirishima let out a silent exhale, disappointment etched across his face as he processed the news. In truth, he had hoped that Bakugou would choose to spare the villagers and seek a peaceful resolution instead of resorting to violence. The captain believed that the actions of a few rebels should not warrant bloodshed on such a scale. After all, the villagers had made multiple peace offerings to appease the barbaric king, it felt like a breach of honor for Bakugou to now go back on that agreement.

However, Kirishima knew better than to openly challenge his friend's authority. He respected the position Bakugou held and understood the consequences of rebellion. Biting his tongue, Kirishima buried his disappointment and gave a casual bow to his commanding ruler, before making his way towards the tent on the hilltop.

Kirishima stepped into the large tent, his unfurled wings brushing against the side as he entered. His wings, magnificent and majestic, spanned wide, their vibrant ruby scales shimmering under the soft glow of the tent's filtered light. The ruby scales continued down the length of his long, sinuous tail, adding a touch of elegance to his formidable presence.

As his fiery ruby eyes landed on you, Kirishima's first thought was one of surprise. The person who had struck King Bakugou looked a lot less imposing than he had anticipated. You, unlike the powerful and intimidating dragons Kirishima was used to, stood before him at a mere average human stature. If that. The only discernible dragon feature you possessed were the crystal dragon horns that adorned your head, gleaming subtly in the low lit tent. His scaled tail swayed slightly, displaying a mix of curiosity and caution.

Your eyes widened as they met Kirishima's for the first time, and your body tensed instinctively. You had been thoroughly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, by your round with Bakugou. Your throat was raw and voice gone, leaving you unable to deliver the defiant expletives you desperately wanted to snarl at the imposing dragon that had just entered the tent. But your voice failed you, leaving you with only one avenue of expression.

With a fierce hiss, you expelled every ounce of ferocity you had left buried within. Your body tensed, lips curling back in a display of bare teeth. The hiss reverberated within the confines of the tent, a desperate attempt to communicate defiance to Kirishima, to convey that you would not be dominated or humiliated any further today.

The captain took a step back, scarlet eyes swept over your form, they couldn't help but notice the torn remnants of your bodice on the floor and the ripped dress clinging to your body. The rips and tears spoke volumes of the intense encounter you had undergone at the hands of King Bakugou. His gaze then landed on the mark that marred the delicate skin of your neck—an unmistakable claim.

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mind reeling with the implications.

As a dragon, Kirishima understood the significance of such a bite - it bound two souls together, sealing their connection as life partners in a way that couldn't be severed. When done correctly.

Marking a consort with a claim without fully mating them was not unheard of, but it was generally met with extreme judgment. Claims in terms of mating were typically reserved for life partners, a commitment that extended beyond physical desire. Nobles, known for their fickle nature and ever-shifting loyalties, often chose to mark their consorts with more temporary symbols, such as collars.

The ornate collars allowed the royals to easily discard their concubines when they grew bored. The nobility were notorious for their fickleness and often left their consorts behind as they moved on to fresh pursuits. By marking a consort with a bite with no intention of making you an equal, Bakugou had not only defied what little merciful convention held by the upper class but also inflicted a cruel fate upon you in Kirishima's eyes. The mark would make it near impossible for you to find a true mate, forever branded as the king's property.

Kirishima couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment towards his lifelong friend. While he knew the barbarian ruler's tendencies on the battlefield, he hadn't thought Bakugou would exhibit such cruelty towards a consort, knowing you would likely be discarded at some point. Kirishima's own sense of honor and loyalty clashed with the conflicting emotions he felt, itching at the back of his mind as he observed the vulnerable state you found yourself in.

The captain's gaze lingered on your throat, noticing the subtle signs of strain and discomfort. The realization for the hissing aggression struck Kirishima like a bolt of lightning. You had lost your voice, and it wasn't due to natural causes or illness. No, it became clear to him that it was likely a result of your first tryst with King Bakugou, an experience that he could only imagine had been rough and brutal, throat rubbed raw from the repetitive acts demanded of you.

Feeling a surge of empathy, Captain Kirishima decided to ease the intimidating aura he unintentionally projected. He understood that his imposing stature must be overwhelming to you, given the turn of events. He folded his wings against his back, their vibrant red membranes pressed tightly together, confining their expansive span. The act served to minimize his physical presence, making him appear less threatening. He slouched slightly, adopting a more relaxed stance, and kept his hands visible, showing that he meant no harm. It was a deliberate display of non-aggression, aimed at putting you at ease, or at least as much at ease as one could be in such circumstances.

The red dragon's eyes softened as he noticed the weary look on your face. He could see the exhaustion etched into every line, body still trembling from the recent ordeals you had endured. Determined to offer some solace in this tumultuous situation, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

With slow deliberate steps, Kirishima moved away from you and towards a pile of chests near the entrance of the war tent. These chests contained spoils from the village, items meant to appease the king after their attack on his soldiers. Kirishima knew that among them, there was a chest filled with garments. Opening one of the chests, he carefully sifted through the contents until he found a fine yet simple dress that roughly matched your size.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kirishima's lips as he gently tossed the dress onto the table, positioning it between the tow of you. Its delicate fabric fluttering in the air before settling down over the wood. It was a small gesture, but meant to convey that he harbored no ill intentions.

It was a silent message that you deserved respect and dignity, even in this tumultuous situation.

Sensing that you needed some space to collect yourself and change, Kirishima took a much smaller chest from the pile. He left the tent, giving you room to breathe and reckon with the pent-up emotions that surely swirled like storm clouds.

As the cool mountain breeze blew through his hair, Kirishima found a suitable spot a few paces from the tent, overlooking the serene lake in the warm hues of late afternoon light. With deftness and precision, he constructed a small firepit, arranging the rocks in a circle. As the dragon exhaled softly, a gentle stream of fire escaped his lips, the light glinting off his curved ruby horns. The flickering flames danced and crackled, casting a comforting glow over the hilltop.

As the captain patiently waited for the water to heat, he glanced back towards the war tent, briefly catching sparkle of your horns through the opening. His heart went out to you. Though he understood the gravity of Bakugou's actions, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of responsibility in making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, despite the circumstances.

Just as the water in the kettle neared boiling, Kirishima activated his innate talent. His hands hardened, gaining an impressive durability that allowed him to handle the intense heat without harm. With a swift motion, he reached for the kettle, hands possessing the resilience of a dragon's scales. His grip was confident and steady as he effortlessly removed the kettle from the fire, preventing the water from boiling. He gently tossed the healing tea leaves into the kettle, watching as they swirled and danced in the near-boiling water. The soothing aroma of the tea began to waft through the air, carrying with it hints of delicate flowers and calming herbs.

With a careful hand, Kirishima reached into the tea chest, procuring a magnificent stained glass teacup that shimmered in hues of red and amber. Draconic stained glass was a rarity, prized for its strength and ethereal beauty. The light of the late sun cascaded through the vibrant colors, casting an enchanting glow on his hands.

Unwrapping the glass bottles, the captain uncorked the crystallized honey and yuzu peel. He slowly poured a generous amount of honey into the teacup, its golden texture illuminated by the sunlight. Next, he added a pinch of the fragrant dried yuzu peel, allowing its subtly sweet and citrusy scent to infuse the air. These ingredients held healing properties, meant to soothe and restore vitality to worn souls. The captain took extra care, ensuring that the precise balance of ingredients was met, creating a concoction that he hoped would bring some measure of comfort to your weary spirit.

With a quiet exhale, Kirishima patiently awaited the completion of the tea's steeping process. He hoped that the healing properties of the tea, combined with the warmth and tranquility of their surroundings, would provide a much-needed respite for your body and mind. In this moment of quiet reflection, he couldn't help but hope that this small act of kindness would bring some solace amidst the chaos that was now your new life in royal confines.

As the tantalizing fragrance of the healing tea filled the air, it didn't take long for you to emerge from the confines of the tent, eyes cautiously studying Kirishima's every move. Clad in the simple yet elegant dress he had provided you, features betraying a mix of cautious curiosity, before you fully exited the tent.

Scarlet eyes met yours as he poured the infused brew into the stained-glass teacup, the colors of the evening sun casting a mesmerizing glow through its amber and red hues. With a delicate touch, he extended the teacup towards you, his gentle gesture offering a sense of peace and comfort amongst the chaos.

Your gaze flickered between the beautiful teacup in Kirishima's hands and his eyes, wariness slowly giving way to a glimmer of trust. You lowered yourself onto the cushion placed by the fire, its warmth seeping through the fabric and into your tired body. Settling in, you positioned yourself to face the serene vista of the lake, where the calm waters mirrored the vibrant shades of the setting sun.

Kirishima, mindful of your nervous vigilance, kept his movements steady and reassuring. His hand extended further, confidently offering you the teacup of healing brew. The crimson colored light filtering through the stained glass seemed to dance and flicker as if carrying with it a promise of respite.

A soft smile tugged at Kirishima's lips as he spoke, his voice gentle yet filled with earnest sincerity. "Can we start over? I'm Captain Kirishima." In that simple statement, he hoped to convey that he was not just a guard but someone who, at their heart, genuinely cared. Someone who would listen and support you, should you choose to share your burdens.

He waited patiently, the teacup held delicately between the two of you, awaiting your response. In this moment, amidst the tranquil beauty of the lake and the tender offering of healing tea, he hoped that they could find a glimmer of solace and a fresh beginning.

IRL Safety Disclaimer: Never Pull A Partner Up By Their Hair Off of a Surface. You Will Injure Someone.

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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The Library. 📚

Here is where you can find all Oneshots and Series' considered finished. While some of these might receive some minor updates, the main story of these works has been completed.

Some of these works have masterlists and do receive occasional updates, but can be read as a completed story if on this list!

Stories that are marked as about to be finished are only one major update away from concluding.

This list will be updated regularly, and reblogged if something has changed!

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📚 Good Girl [Jungkook x Reader, non-Idol AU]

This story's plot has been finished for quite some time now- so there's not much to say here. It was my first major series and my main 'breakthrough' into story writing, and while I have mixed feelings about it, I still have a fond feeling for it.

📚 Alcoria [Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader]

While this story was meant to take a different route at some point, it is basically finished, and will really only receive minor updates in the future, if any at all. My first Alien-story, and it shows haha.

📘 All Smut-Shots [NSFW-Oneshots]

All of these stories are Oneshots and can be enjoyed all by themselves. The main plot is finished for all of them.

📚 Evocation [Dragon!Jungkook x Dragon!Reader]

Dragon fic set in a modern fantasy AU. Finished, will occasionally receive drabbles, if requested, but nothing major anymore.

📚 Lock Me Up [Detective!Yoongi x Cat hybrid!Reader]

This story's main plot has been concluded. Some minor drabbles might be written, but nothing groundbreaking.

📘 Night Vision [Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader]

The first main part can entirely be enjoyed on it's own without missing any major things. Drabbles might still be added to add more context, but the main story is complete.

📚 Dearly Beloved [Soft Yandere!Jungkook x Reader]

In which you've got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.

📘 (Oh My) Bunny-Baby [Bunny!Jungkook x Bunny!Reader]

In which Jungkook had long lost hope to find someone sweet as you.

📚 Unstable [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

Wrong place, wrong time, right person.

📘 Intrinsic [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

In which you were just supposed to help integrate him.

📚 Timestamps Drabbles

Time inspired drabbles.

📘 Cherry Candy [tattoo artist!Jungkook x Reader]

In which he wants more than just a taste.

📘/📚 Finish Line [Racer!Jungkook x Reader]

In which Jungkook always kisses you twice, because once is never enough.

📚 Stereotypes [Omega!Jungkook x Omega!Reader]

In which Stereotypes aren't always true.

📚 Moonlit [Wolf!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader]

In which you hate alphas, but Jungkook might be different.

📚 Lacrymaria Olor [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

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In which you catch the eye of the Alien King himself.

📚 Take Care [Doctor!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader]

In which saves you in more ways than one.

Additional Oneshots can be found in my Old Masterlist. The Link can be found in my pinned post. This list will receive regular updates, so please check in at a later date to find more content.

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jentledaisies · 1 year

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . You're Attacked But They Think You're Trying To Escape

[ gif by @lisanamjoon ]

→ ❝ in which you’re attacked and run away but they believe you’re trying to escape them ❞

Warning: Stockholm Syndrom, manipulative behavior, blood/injuries, weapons[knives, guns], murder(semi-graphic), profanity, yandere

- fully got this idea from @ninetailedfoxmanchi post here ! it’s for bts n when i read it i was like “wow, kinda wanna write a version of that for our girls” no but really, for all my fellow army's here, pls check them out!

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized in a romantic way for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so.

↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise. disclaimer 2: as this is a reaction for all four separate members of blackpink, there will be discrepancies in the length of each. not all will be the same length and this is for no other reason than that i as the author attempting to prevent run-ons and unnecessary additions to that part of the story. the length of each reaction in no way shape or form a show of favoritism or dislike towards any member. literally ever. pls stop putting those ridiculous accusations in my inbox, it's a vv far reach. ↳ some AUs for the yandere!blackpink reactions will be based on other folklore/mythology. (yandere!goddess , etc) these reactions will not be accurate to the true mythology/folklore but rather variations and adaptions made to assist the reaction/world of the reaction.

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The apartment is quiet, save for the soft sound of flipping pages, coming from the book you're currently reading. Your lover had to head to work early today due to a significant issue brought up at last night's mission. She didn't tell you when she would be home, but she said she could either be home early or late. You were hoping for early because as much as you hated to admit it, her presence around you and with you is more than something you're used to, it's something you crave.

And the silence with her gone was deafening. You have never hated being alone so much before.

The book in your hands loses your interest as you take to just flipping the pages, eyes trailing over the extremely large penthouse. According to her, this was the very first house she had purchased in which she lived alone. Before then she had mainly lived with the other three inner circle members, whom she considered her true sisters. It's large, much too large for one person, or even two, but she was mature enough to admit she enjoyed showing off her wealth in her house. According to her, when you became her lover, you made this more than just her house, you made it your home.

But since then, the two of you had been looking at other places to move to, not because you disliked this apartment but because you both wished to move somewhere that you could begin to truly build your life together. After all, she had more than enough money.

The list had narrowed down to four properties, based on all of the things you said you liked and wanted, and then she turned the responsibility of picking the final home out to you, so she could know that you truly love the home the two of you would go to.

And as the book starts to reach the last of its pages your eyes are drawn to the folders on the coffee table with the location pictures, interior pictures, dimension sizing, building rating, site history, etc. All the information you needed to make the most informed decision possible without leaving your current home. Of course, sans the pricing and all. She stated up and down that she would simply buy the building (and possibly the land it's on) and leave it all signed to you in a contract, that way should anything ever happen to her she could still take care of you.

The last page flips and the cover joins the rest of the book. You frown at the now closed book for a second -you forgot to put a bookmark in your spot- before setting it on the table to grab the folders instead. Since you have the time to kill, you may as well start looking over these.

You're unsure how much time passes with you flipping through each folder and creating a pro/con list in your notebook but you do know that you've gone over all of them twice when the door to the apartment starts to turn, the distinct sound of the lock clicking open causing you to stand and turn eagerly.

"Hey! I'm glad you're back because I think I know which one I like..." Your voice trails away as an unfamiliar woman steps through the door, shutting it softly but not locking it.

"Sorry," The corner of her lips curve up. "I don't think it was me you were expecting."

You're immediately taken with a sense of uneasiness and dread, your girlfriend had never introduced you to any other member of her gang. Only the other inner circle members. In fact, she always swore that she'd never bring any other member into your home.

"W-Who are you?" Your voice is shaky as you figure out the answer to your question before she answers. Though the slight drop in her mouth lets you know that she notices.

"I'm a friend of-"

"That's a lie." You cut her off before she can say your lover's name, unsure of what you were doing in exposing her lie. You were one person who had never really been trained past basic self-defense against a possible enemy gang member. "I asked who you are."

She just smiles wickedly as she slips a small blade into her hand. "Jung Ji-Ho wishes to simply say hello. It's not you who he wants, but I suppose you will do."

With that, she lunges toward you, faster than you expected, and creates a large cut on your arm as you attempt to run away. Your notebook flies under the sofa and the pictures go everywhere as you make a mad dash to the front door, the woman fast behind you. She reaches out and yanks you back by your hair, a scream leaving you as you pull away, leaving strands of your hair in her hand. She goes to cut you again and you don't think as you grab the knife with one hand and hit her face with the other.

"Hit between the eyes," M/N had told you. "It'll stun them enough for you to get away. Don't worry, I'll be there to save you then."

She flinches away, dragging the blade painfully across your palm, which leaves a bloody imprint as you throw open the door and rush out, heading to the private elevator. And just to your luck it opens, and you run in, not to an empty elevator, but into the arms of your love.

She was here to save you now, but you look up into her eyes, and you're only met with burning anger and bitter betrayal.

Kim Jisoo

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"And where do you think you're going, Darling?" Jisoo always looks cold but somehow she manages to look even more so as she stares at you, locking her hands onto your arms to hold you in place.

"Jisoo! You're here!" You shout in surprise, ready to tell your lover about the situation, but she misunderstands your rush to be fear of being caught.

She pushes you back with force, albeit gently, her hands locked tightly on your forearms. Her eyes bore into your own and you're frozen in place, forgetting everything as fear creeps up your spine. The elevator lets out a soft ding and the doors start to close behind her, snapping you from your stupor.

"We need to go!" You shout and lunge towards the buttons, stopping as she yanks you back, eyes steely and blank.

"Excuse me? We are not going anywhere but back into our home." She punctuates her words by tugging you closer.

"No, you don't understand-"

"I think I understand pretty well." Jisoo's voice is cold, devoid of any emotion although you can tell she's hurt. "What, you didn't think I'd come home on time? Were you wishing I stayed late? You thought you could just, slip away, and I wouldn't notice that my heart was gone?!"

You jump as she shouts the last words, hands reaching for her on instinct to calm her, and blood smears on her white t-shirt, the red handprint almost seeming like paint.

"I'm so sorry!" You blurt, your hands reaching forward in an instinctive attempt to wipe it off, but to no surprise, you end up smearing it more and reminding yourself of the situation. "Shit. Ok no, Jisoo please, we need to go now. Please."

Jisoo raises an eyebrow at your pleading, finally taking a moment to survey her surroundings once your blood smears on her shirt. The small, lines on the wall from where you stumbled through, the way the apartment door isn't even fully closed. The panic in your eyes and the injuries on your body.

Finally understanding she pushes you behind her gently, reaching for her brass knuckles as the door opens and the attacker steps out. Her glare sets deeper into her face, pushing the guilt of how she spoke to you away to focus on this scum that thought they could hurt her girl.

"Your name. Now." Jisoo simply demands, not in the mood to hear any excuses from the woman's mouth.

Clearly, the lady wasn't expecting the calm and almost bored demeanor that Jisoo had, given that she was standing so defensively and with her knives held tight. Your blood shines on the blades and catches your lover's eyes.

Jisoo glares so intensely at the woman that her knees start to shake, but it's not enough. She steps forward, scoffing as the attacker takes two steps back, and does it again. The dance continues until the attacker is up against a wall, holding out her knives as a pitiful defense. She can barely even blink before Jisoo punches her, breaking her nose immediately with her brass-enforced knuckles.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" Jisoo teases with a cruel pout, laughing slightly. "I thought that's what you wanted."

She doesn't wait for any response before she hits again, this time the woman's stomach. The screaming huff that leaves her makes you wince, but you don't move from the spot you're in, and try as you might you can't seem to tear your eyes away either.

"You know what? I don't need your name," Jisoo slams her fist into her face again, knocking her down. "I'll get it out of you later. Little bitch. Thought you could break in and hurt my girl? MY GIRL! Consider yourself very lucky I don't kill you here. Or don't, a faster death may be more merciful than what I have planned for you."

Jisoo slams her fist down again, but the woman is unresponsive, only her shallow breathing alerting the two of you to her undead state. Blood is splattered on your lover's hands and all over the unconscious woman's face. She huffs as she sits back, staring in amusement at the blood-covered woman, before remembering you.

"Darling," Her voice is a quiet sort of remorseful as she turns to face you, eyes saddening as you flinch. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."

"I-It's okay." You stutter, not even believing in yourself.

"No, it is not 'okay.' You are injured and bleeding and without even taking notice of your pain I inflicted more. Forgive me, please." This time Jisoo's voice wavers, shame filtering in.

You step forward, hesitant, and then move more surely until you can wrap your arms around her waist and bury your head in her neck. The tears come quickly after.

"I was so scared." You sob shocking Jisoo who has her hands in fists at her side. Scared that it's her you're speaking of. "When she came in I thought it was you but then she-"

You shake as you cry, Jisoo now wrapping her own arms around you, realizing the terror that must've stricken you at the intruder. She doesn't let you continue, holding you close by your waist and your head, placing kisses on the side.

"I'm here. I'm here and your safe, my darling." She soothes your hair, shuffling to move you both into the penthouse. Her neck strains as she hides the anger in her voice at the damage, knowing you were the one attacked during it. "I'll always protect you. I swear."

She pulls away once the two of your reach the staircase, helping you up while texting some members to pick up the woman in the hallway. She'd take care of the mess after she took care of your injuries.

You didn't want to sit on the expensive couch, your arm and hand still bleeding heavily so the two of you enter the en suite where she has you sit on the counter. Pulling out the emergency aid kit that Lisa left at all the members' houses she chuckles wryly.

"I never thought it'd be you being patched up with this. Or ever." Jisoo jokes wryly, regret lacing her voice as she finishes washing the wounds, wincing when you did.

The cuts aren't as deep as she thought, all the blood just making them seem to like it. Jisoo's eyebrows scrunch as she focuses on disinfecting the wounds, keeping your mind off of the pain as her lips part a little. Even when she's pouring rubbing alcohol over open wounds of yours, she remains beautiful.

Jisoo recalls how Lisa told her that cuts that are big enough to bleed but not too deep like yours don't need stitches. Just a wrap. The white gauze makes Jisoo feel sick.

The fact that you're bleeding under there makes Jisoo even sicker.

"No offense but, shouldn't we ask Lisa to do this?" The question makes Jisoo laugh.

"I've done this plenty of times too! Just because I never went to med school." She grumbles as she helps you down and onto the bed. "Wait here for a moment."

She pecks your cheek as she leaves the room to fetch some tea, slipping a bit of a sedative into it, just to make sure you rest well. Walking back into the room she finds you already fluffing the pillows and in your pajamas.

"That's not waiting." She 'tsks' as she hands you the cup, raising an eyebrow as you down it like a shot. "Try and get some rest, Darling."

"Aren't you staying?" With the way your face freezes in fear, Jisoo can't bring herself to tell you that she was in fact leaving, just for a little bit.

"I'm just going to clean up the apartment before I join you. Too much adrenaline." So instead she smiles sweetly while lying. She'd leave after you slept and be back before you awoke anyway.

"Ok. I love you." Your eyes start to shut and your voice slurs as she pecks your forehead.

"I love you too, Bunny."

----

Your eyes feel weighed down when you rouse from your slumber, the room pitch black except for the light streaming in as the door opens. Jisoo walks in and in your hazy vision, you can make out the way she shrugs off her jacket, throwing it into the trash. Her dark red shirt followed soon after.

As your eyes give in to the weight a nagging voice in the back of your head reminds you that she was wearing a white shirt when she left.

Kim Jennie

[ gif by @jaennie ]

"Well, hello my love." Jennie just stares at you in surprise, but her sweet smile still spreads across her face, even though her eyes don't reflect it. "Quite funny meeting you out here...when you are meant to be in there."

Jennie's grip is gentle on you, but firm as she holds your waist and one of your hands as though leading you in a dance.

"Although, why you didn't just say you wanted to go out," her voice is chilly despite the twinge of love hidden within. "I would've taken you anywhere you asked."

"Jennie!" You know the shock on your face probably makes the situation look worse given how her face falters.

"Y/N," She starts a deep sigh escaping her. "What are you doing? And, please, just tell me the truth."

You can tell exactly what Jennie thinks you were doing and your heart breaks at how hurt you know she must feel. How her smile is so so sweet, but her eyes are cold to hide how she really feels.

"It's not what you think." You wince when you say that, you don't even know why you said that. "No! I mean, it's not...that."

"It's not what?" Jennie's smile tightens. "Tell me what it is."

"It's...There's someone in the apartment!" You can't understand why it took so long to get the words out, but Jennie's reaction is immediate. Her smile falls and her eyes dart to the door that's closed only partly.

"I don't know who she is b-but she said she knew you. I figured that was a lie but she attacked me when I went to leave! Please, I would never do that to you. I promised." Your words start to jumble as you speak as fast as you can but she understands, she always understands you.

"Where are you hurt, my love." Jennie's voice becomes soft, her shoulders loosen and her eyes sweeten. Her eyes are drawn to your bloody arm and the cut on your hand. Quickly, she sheds her blouse, leaving her in just a tank top, so she can quickly wrap it around your arm.

"Do me a favor and go in the elevator. Close the doors and wait for a bit." She tells you quickly as the door starts to open. She pulls out her gun and checks the mag before placing a kiss on your head. "Go."

"Please don't get hurt." The lady steps out of the apartment, her hair a mess and eyes glaring. Your blood stains her hand and the knife that she grips tighter when she sees your lover.

You turn quickly, dashing into the metal box, and hit the button that closes the doors before crouching in the furthest corner and hiding your ears in your hands.

You can hear Jennie scream something, but her voice is muffled by both the doors and your hands, but the slam against said doors causes the box to rattle, and a small shriek to escape you. Another shout comes but it's not from Jennie, you assume it's the other woman. A gunshot finally rings, and this time you know it's from Jennie's gun, and another bang follows. Two more ring out in quick succession, and the other woman's wails ring in your ears.

You flinch back, trying to almost dig yourself into the mirror backing of the elevator as more screams ring out. you can almost make out the pleas in them from your hands over your ears, and you feel a chill creep up your back as a faint sound of a laugh comes through.

All too soon there is another very loud slam against the elevator doors, and more gunshots ring out until a trickle of red liquid drips through the cracks. Bile rises in your throat and you scoot as far as you can into the mirrored wall, slipping as the blood pool inches closer and closer.

Ding!

The doors open and you see Jennie kick something away, and with the large thump that follows you realize it was probably the body.

"My love," She sighs as she sees your curled-up body scorching away from the blood, her eyes soften into gentle flames and her lips pout. "I am so sorry. Oh, you're hurt and I didn't even notice-"

"Please just hug me." You cut her off as you stand up, eyes still trained on the devilish red liquid on the floor. She doesn't hesitate, stepping directly into the puddle to engulf your in her arms, causing you to look away.

With much ease, she picks up your legs to have them wrap around her waist and carries you simply down the hallway until she can enter the apartment, being met with the flipped-over table and papers everywhere...and your blood covering the handle of the door. Her heart sinks as she sees the damage and feels your soft breath on the crook of her neck from where your head is hidden. She steps over the scattered pictures to enter the guest bathroom, softly placing you on the counter with a kiss on your head.

She silently pulls out her aid kit, avoiding your eyes in shame as she pulls out a cloth to wipe the excess blood away. You don't flinch as the wet cloth turns red but the rubbing alcohol is different. You're clumsy but you very rarely have such large cuts, so the stinging sensation, while not new, is still quite painful for you. At the whimper that leaves your lips, Jennie pulls away as though being burned, hands resting at her sides as her fists clench.

"I'm sorry." Her lips thin as she forces herself to continue disinfecting. "I'm so sorry."

The trace of tears on her waterline shocks you but at the same time, you almost expect them. They hurt you more than the alcohol finding its way into your open wound though so your reach your unharmed hand up to brush them away.

"Stop saying you're sorry." You make her look at you, meeting her eyes gently. "You saved me. Just like you promised me."

"Always. I'll always save you. But you're hurt and I tried to make assumptions before I helped ease the pain."

"But you understood anyway. So stop saying you're sorry." She looks back down as you smile reassuringly and you figure it's time to move on from the topic. "I think I picked a house."

"What?" Jennie looks up, puzzled at the topic.

"From the four you brought me. I think I know which one I like the most." You smile at her before frowning. "Oh, but I had written it all down in my notebook, but I don't know where it went after I threw everything."

"That's fine! I can go find it!" Jennie turns to go look but you hook your arm around her waist.

"Can you finish wrapping my arm? I don't think I'll be able to tie it on my own, then we can look at them again together."

Jennie turns around with a sheepish smile, quickly finishing the wrap on your arm, and pressing a kiss to your hand after. She rushes out of the bathroom after ordering you to stay in there for a bit longer and when you do come out the living room looks like nothing happened. Jennie pulls you to the couch and has you sit on her lap while she opens your notebook and the pro/con lists.

Every now and then your eyes drift up to look at the shoes that still have blood covered on them, waiting for the gang's cleanup crew to come to grab them. Jennie steals your attention away with kisses when you do.

Park Chaeyoung｜Rosé

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Chaeyoung's face is much calmer than her eyes. In fact, if you didn't know her so well you wouldn't think anything was wrong.

"Well aren't you in a rush? Careful, Sweets, you might hurt yourself." She leans down as she says that, almost mockingly. It's not hard to guess how the dots connected for her, it'd be hard to see the scene as anything else. Especially so soon after you had told her that no matter what, you would never leave her.

"Rosie, help me. Please." You're shaking though, from the complete terror of the person who entered your home, so you can't seem to focus on anything but asking for help. For begging your hero to save you the way she always does.

Rosie raises an eyebrow, taking in everything in the hallway, calmly and violently. Her sweet love, so soft and kind was shaking in her arms, bleeding and crying. Oh, she would burn whoever did this to the ground.

"Where?" Rosie calmly pulls her gun out and changes the clip, having emptied it earlier at 'work'. "Where is the dead man walking?"

"S-She's inside still. I pushed her a bit hard." You flinch away from your girlfriend as you say that scared at how quickly she arms herself with two guns and brass knuckles.

Rosie places her gun behind her back again, instead reaching forward to place her hands on your face and meet her eyes with yours. "Sweetheart, breath. I am here and no one will touch you like that again. I can promise you that."

You meet her eyes with shaky panic, shivering as though it was snowing though the hallway was heated. "Do you promise?"

"I swear on my life, I will personally see to the destruction of anybody who dares harm you," Rosie answers you with unwavering confidence and the trembling in your body stops. Your shoulders are still tensed like a brick wall and with the way you flinch into her when the door to your apartment opens again, Rosie almost falls over.

She pulls you behind her and pulls her gun out, making the woman across the hall freeze. Rosé aims her gun at her, turning her body to face you when she sees that the attacker isn't going to make a move. She places a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing away a tear as she pulls away.

"I'll just be a moment, Sweets."

She turns around and before she can even blink shoots a shot into the attacker's right knee. You don't see, but a cruel smile crosses her face as she hears the scream tear itself from the woman's throat. For her, it's her favorite noise from her enemies, and that woman was currently enemy number 1.

She tucks her gun away as she steps closer to the woman collapsed on the ground, she wanted to make her suffer and a gun was much too...clean.

She stands over the woman who's struggling to save face, attempting a glare at Rosé but struggling to hold the scream behind her lips. Without any feeling, Rosé brings her heeled boot back and hits a strong kick to the woman's ribs. This time you can see the faint shake in your girlfriend's shoulders as she chuckles.

Rosé bends down from the waist to look the lady in her eyes, not wanting to kneel and get her clothes dirty.

"What? Can't look me in my eyes now?" Rosé pulls out her gun again, pressing it to the woman's left foot, putting pressure when she tries to pull her leg away. "Afraid of blood? But you weren't when you decided to harm my girl."

Another shot rings and despite her wishes blood splatters on Rosé's pants. With her arm pulled back she slams her gun into the attacker's head, creating a large gash and causing her to go sprawling.

"You got my pants dirty." She stands straight and then proceeds to kick the attacker again, this time on her knee. "Oh, did that hurt? Sorry."

With a roll of her eyes, she steps on the profusely bleeding left foot, putting most of her pressure on the wound for maximum pain. No longer having the will to scream the attacker just writhes on the floor in pain, like a dying fish.

"Sweetheart," Rosé's call catches your attention, dragging your terrified eyes from the bleeding woman. "What would you like me to do?"

"What?" Your voice is hoarse, and your eyes wide, not understanding.

"With her. What would you like me to do, since she attacked you? I'll do whatever you say." Your lover's eyes soften as she looks at you, as if gently telling you it's ok. Distracting you from how she stepped on the woman like a dart holding its target.

"Do what you do." You say before quickly adding on. "But not here! Please, do whatever it is you do with...that. But don't make me see it."

Rosé hesitates for a moment before nodding, turning quickly to bash her gun handle into the attacker's head again. This time knocking her out and stopping that god-awful writhing. She steps off of the woman, kicking the unconscious woman once before turning back to you. Gentle smile back on her face like she wasn't laughing at screams earlier.

"Come, Honey." She holds her hand out for you, lacing your fingers and basically holding you up when you collapsed into her arms to walk with her back into the apartment.

She sweeps your legs up to carry you up the stairs, laying you gently in the bed as she leaves the room, returning minutes later with tea and an aid kit.

"I'm sorry. For the pain, this is about to cause and for the pain, you endured without me here." Her voice is laced with shame, soft and hesitant, but her hands work deftly in wrapping your wounds. Although she winces much harder than you don when the alcohol stings the cuts.

"Just, please don't let me be hurt again. Please."

"Never." She responds quickly, hardly even letting you finish the request. She helps guide the tea to your mouth. "I put some pain meds mixed into the tea as it'll help you relax more. They have sedation effects so you'll fall asleep quickly. I'll be here when you wake up but I will be gone while you're asleep to deal with the trash."

You nod, finishing off the chamomile tea, and placing the cup down to reach for a hug. She holds you securely, feeling the effects the sedation has on your limbs as you start to drift off. "Just, promise me, you won't tell me what you do to her. I know no matter what, you'll always protect me. I don't want to know how. I don't need to."

Your eyes close but you can feel her nod against your shoulder, and place a kiss before tucking you in. The door closes behind her.

Lalisa Manobal｜Lisa

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"You said you loved me."

Lisa can only look at you, eyes filled with betrayal and hurt, so much so that she doesn't even notice your trembling and wounds.

Her voice is strained like it pains her to make the accusation. And for a moment you forget about the current situation. Because her eyes are burning, filled with pain and betrayal stings her eyes in the form of tears and all you know is this extremely strong woman is crying and it's because of you.

"I do," You pledge to her again but your voice is pleading as you speak frantically. "I do love you. I do. But-"

"No!" Lisa cries out as you go to continue, misunderstanding what you were about to say. She pushes you then, out of the elevator and into the wall behind you, gripping your arm hard. "You told me- swore to me- that you love me. That you'll stay with me. You can't just leave! Please."

Your heart hurts as her voice cracks and how the obsessed look in her eyes takes over. But her hands pushing against the cuts on your body hurt even more. You could fix the relationship in a second but all you could say right now was:

"You're hurting me."

Lisa looks down then, finally noticing your blood, which was coating her hands. She lets you go immediately and meets your eyes, shock, and confusion covering the betrayal in them for a moment.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks calmly, but with a new sense of panic coming over her as she spots the cut on your arm and the even deeper gash on your palm. Luck is clearly on your side today because as soon as she asks that, the woman who attacked you steps out of the apartment.

Her eyes open wide at seeing your lover with you and she freezes, giving Lisa enough time to comprehend the scene in front of her. You don't blame her for needing a second longer than normal to react, just before she was thinking you tried to leave her. Her heart just broke in two and is now in the process of unbreaking from nothing.

But naturally, your sweet lover acts with ease, entering her mafia persona and standing in front of you. She's a tall person, but as she stands with her fists clenched and shoulders back and, you assume, a glare on her face, she looks ten times taller. You can see the muscle in her jaw jump from behind her defensive position.

"Who are you?" She asks the same thing you did, voice strained but calm. A chill, however, crawls down your spine at the detached cold tone you've never heard before. Not even on that day she rescued you, she had only sounded annoyed at your former captor, the man who sends his hello through the woman standing at the end of the hall.

"Miss Manobal, I'm here to-"

"I asked who you are." Lisa interrupts her, similar to what you had done, although you assume that the woman is telling a truth instead of a lie this time. "Actually, don't bother. I remember you from that day. What does Jung want this time? We're not interested in any deals and he's too incompetent to launch any successful attacks against us."

She looks mildly offended across the hall and Lisa lets out another cold laugh.

"Oh, is that what this is? An attempt at an attack? Of course, it is. A stupid plan really, you're not talented enough to get away with a single assassination." At the girl opening her mouth to argue Lisa lifts a finger and clicks her tongue. "No. I'm right. You wanna know how I know?"

As Lisa toys with the woman across the hall, a sense of dread fills you like never before. The woman is frozen, in fear or curiosity you don't know, you're not too sure for yourself either. All you know is Lisa has her gun in her hidden hand and a devious smile on her face. You can tell she's angry from the tone of her voice, yet it still sounds cool and calm. Lisa has her prey in the palm of her hand, and if the prey is you or the lady, you can't tell.

"I can tell because," Lisa is close to her now, but instead of attacking she finishes her story. "That meeting, the one you were at, was set up for an alliance, to give the Jungs access to our assassination teams. He knows he can't give a good attack, so he came running to us for help. Of course, nobody in that idiotic gang can come up with a good plan, although I'll give you props for this seemingly ok one. Now, Y/N, turn around and cover your ears."

Lisa points her gun directly at the woman's forehead before twisting her head to look at you. At the blatant fear paralyzing your body, she softens her tone, eyes sinking back into the pools of love that they used to be, betrayal fading away. "Baby, please. Trust me."

You stay looking for a moment longer at her, and how the woman's eyes flit back and forth between the two of you before widening at the realization of who you are. You turn then, missing the desperate turn she makes in an attempt to salvage any possibility of staying alive that she had.

Had Lisa captured her for just attacking a plaything, she would stay alive to be interrogated, and she would find a chance to escape. But she had seen that look before, the one Lisa had given you, on other very powerful mafia leaders. You were the reason she would die today because Lisa would never let anyone hurt you.

You turn around, eyes shut closed tightly and hands clamping down over your ears. The bang of the gun is still loud like you don't even have your hands over your ears, and you flinch, shoulders curling in. The second bang takes you further by surprise and a gasp leaves your lips, but then the shots continue. You lose count after ten. But somewhere around there your gasps turn into small screams. A much louder scream leaves you when arms are wrapped around you, or it may be because you know exactly whose arms they are, and it can't be the lady who broke into your home.

You flinch forward, attempting to get away from the arms but Lisa walks in front of you so that she can instead hold you against her, your most touching her collarbone so she feels your shaking breaths.

"Please don't." You plead with her without recognizing, the words spilling like blood from the wounds on the woman behind you. "Please don't hurt me. I'll be so good, I promise."

"Shh hey," Lisa shushes you quickly, pulling back slightly to look you over, her eyes only showing love and concern now that she understood. "You are good, you've always been good. I'm so sorry I scared you, baby. I never wanted that to happen. Let's just go inside, your cuts must be hurting."

You nod and go to turn around but she pulls you back. Murming a soft 'Close your eyes' she picks you up bridal style. After some steps and shifting, the front door to the apartment closes behind the both of you. You risk opening your eyes and are met with the bloody footprints your lover leaves.

You close your eyes again.

『••✎••』

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Weird stepbrother Azul?? 👀 PLEASE Mera, I’m a shameless degenerate and I’m starving here!!!! 🤲

Your food is served, dearest anon!!

(cw: yandere, brief nsfw/somnophilia, implied non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, one-sided infatuation (azul's just really weird and gross), obsession, stepcest)

When Azul’s mother marries your father, you become Azul’s step-sibling. He’s never had a sibling before, so this is entirely new territory for him. It’s…strange. The atmosphere is far more lively with two new additions to the family. Suddenly it’s no longer him and his mother. Now he has another parent and a sibling. It’s so strange. He startles when he runs into you in the hall or when you appear at the restaurant looking to help his mother out or learn more about the business. At first he’s very suspicious; he doesn’t trust you. You’re too bubbly and sweet. You’re too nice to him and he’s not accustomed to genuine kindness. He expects you to ridicule him because everyone at school thinks he’s a weird, crybaby octo-mer, but you don’t seem bothered by the fact that he doesn’t have a shiny tail like you.

Because of this, Azul becomes attached. And through childhood you are his closest friend (until he meets the twins). The two of you are always there for each other. You protect him and chase bullies away. Azul uses his business acumen to craft contracts for his classmates that get him abilities, magic, and little trinkets or jewelry (the latter of which he hides away in preparation of gifts for you). His mother is so pleased he’s getting along well with you, but then of course he would! You’re the light in his life, the one good thing to come out of the marriage.

Mers in your class note that Azul is a little too clingy. He’s always with you, and if he isn’t then he’s not too far away. When it was first discovered that Azul has a sibling, he was thrust into the limelight for all of a day or two—however long such excitement can last in a class of young mers, where nearly everything and anything is considered exciting. They never bullied you, but they did swim up to you and ask all manner of questions: Is it true he inks when he cries? Is it true he hides in that gloomy pot? Is it true he’s going to marry you once he’s older? You denied all of them, offended they’d even ask such invasive things. But what was more offensive was that last question. Of course you wouldn’t marry Azul! He’s your step-brother, your close friend, your family. You’d never marry him. Where they got that idea, you haven’t the faintest clue. But it was an odd thing to ask, and it felt even odder to think about.

When he was little, Azul got away with holding your hand or wrapping a tentacle around your wrist or clinging to you when he was nervous or shy. The two of you used to crowd inside his octopus pot and count all of the coins in his collection or play pretend with all of the fun things the twins would bring around. Strangely enough, Azul always wanted to play House. In this fantasy you’d play, you and Azul were married and he’d get so particular with details. You recall trying to be a friend of his wife’s rather than the wife herself, but Azul threw a fit and told you it wasn’t fun playing if you weren’t going to play seriously. (The twins were always made house pets in this fantasy; either that, or they had to pretend to be your children). Often, you were always told to “play nice with your brother” when you tried to avoid him or when you had caused him to cry. In the end, you played the wife more times than you would’ve liked.

During one of these games of House, Azul kissed you. Affection is normal for your family. After all, your stepmother simply adores you and she’s always wrapping you up in her eight tentacles for a hug. She always kisses you on the forehead before bedtime. That sort of affection is tender and motherly. The kiss from Azul was…nothing like that. It only lasted seconds, a mere crashing of his mouth on yours, but it left you reeling for minutes. Even the twins were partially surprised, and that’s always news when you manage to shock even them. You were so at a loss for words that you couldn’t even say all of what you felt needed to be said, so instead you asked why. And Azul told you, “When two mers are in love and married, they kiss.” You don’t remember much after that, but you swam off in tears because your first kiss had been taken and it was with your icky step-brother! Later that day, Azul had been lightly scolded, having been told that, though his logic is correct, it isn’t right to do that to another family member. Because family members can’t marry each other. You were comforted by your stepmother and father, both of whom agreed that it was just a mistake, it wasn’t intentional, and Azul was just a little confused. Azul apologized to you the next day, and foolishly you’d forgiven him with a kind smile.

Now that the both of you are older, it isn’t very cute or passable anymore. Azul’s grown a significant amount, and so have you. He’s become somewhat secretive now. Before he used to tell you all of his fears and worries, each one echoing off the ceramic walls of his octopus pot. Now he keeps to himself, always off scheming with those eel twins. You’re not bothered by it. In fact, you’re happy he’s doing well for himself. Since he’s no longer a priority and now that he has friends of his own, things are…normal. Sort of. Azul may be secretive, but it’s no secret he and those eel twins are the reason you’re struggling to keep friends. It’s not intentional; it’s merely a byproduct of the distrust and unrest everyone has when that trio set their sights on someone. No one would dare befriend his sibling because they all know that if anything happens to you they’ll have three cutthroat mers after them. So for most of it, you flit from various friends, each never staying for too long. Except for Rielle. He’s a sweetheart to you, a friend from school. He stays because he chooses to listen to you, not the silly rumors. You like Rielle; Azul does not.

He’s not sure what you see in Rielle. So what if he’s friendly for a prince? All princes are the same: they need a princess. You are not going to be that princess. You’re not going to be the other half to his pair. Azul refuses to let that happen. Try as he might, he can’t get you to stay away from Rielle. But, on some level, he appreciates the distraction. While you’re out with Rielle, exploring shipwrecks and collecting seashells, Azul peers into your life, sorts through the belongings in your room, lies down on your bed and pretends he’s falling asleep with you.

Although leaving for NRC is cause for lamentations, he’s comforted by the fact that Rielle is also on his way to RSA. At least you won’t be able to see him. Azul always misses you when he’s at NRC; you’re always on his mind and you don’t even realize it. He adores you too much. So on the night before he’s set to take that transformation potion and return to the surface, he slips into the space you sleep in and kisses you. He’s done it plenty of times before; you’ve never woken up because he’s good at being quiet. He’s only ever kissed you, fondled bare skin, gingerly traced your slit with the tip of his tentacle. It’s not wrong, he tells himself. He’s just exploring. The two of you would explore all the time as little mers. This is just a different kind of exploration, and you don’t have to know about it. It’s fine. This is just a result of his love for you. He still clings to dreams of being your husband, after all.

Azul has always been greedy when it comes to you, so naturally he’s taken most of your firsts (and you don’t even realize it). If your eyes snap open in the darkness and you begin to squirm, you can’t blame him for holding you still with so many sleek, obsidian-colored appendages. And you can’t hate him when he places his mouth on yours to swallow all of your cries and shouts with kisses that leave you breathless and begging (for him to stop).

You’ve always loved your step-brother; he’s your family, your friend, and your close confidant. But your step-brother loves you a little too much, and he proves it in the shadowed sleeping nook.

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: somnophilia #n/sfw #tw: implied noncon

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Katou would proudly show reader his bike (because of course he is), reader praises him for the work he's done on it and I just KNOW he'd immediately picture reader and him doing it left, right and center on his bike because my mans couldn't handle the praise and takes it as an invitation.

Going absolutely feral over the attention our Sewer King is getting lately. My mans finally getting the attention he deserves and needs !!

I could definitely make a little short story about him and his fantasies. I also have a shower sexy time draft in my inbox (as per request). He has people in a chokehold right now…

And I love how he was in a sewer once and everyone calls him the sewer king 😭😭 ONCE.

I also love the idea of him having a big fat crush on the receptionist at the Shinshinkai dojo. He hates being a ‘simp’ but he’s so easy to tease, it’s not even funny. Kaoru probably isn’t used to getting hit on/ teased in a flirtatious manner.

Minors DNI.

TW: Yandere behavior, sexual fantasies, and adult content

🌶️ Yandere Baki Short Stories: Fantasies 🌶️

Kiyosumi Katou x Gender Neutral Reader

“I love the new additions!” You walked around Katou’s bike to openly admire the modifications he’s done to it. “Did you add some rear shocks?”

“I did… I also added quilted leather seats and new mufflers.”” Katou blushed a bit, his chest swelled up with pride. He was so happy that someone finally noticed the efforts he put into his bike. No one really gave him much attention other than Suedou…

You bent down to check out his mufflers, Katou’s whole face blushing a bright red when he noticed your pants hiked up a bit from the movement. The curve of your bottom was now more visible to his starving eyes. Katou had to look away before he became too visibly aroused. It was wrong to stare at the dojo’s receptionist like this…

Your eyes sparkle as you admire the chrome mufflers. Katou must’ve put a lot of money into this bike, it had a lot more modifications than you originally thought. “Wow… your bike is kind of sexy isn’t it?”

You laugh at Katou’s cherry red face. What was he so worked up about? You were just complimenting the bike…

Now Katou has never heard someone call his bike sexy before… or did you think he was sexy? Katou was a bit of a looker, wasn’t he? He might be a bit of a greaser, but he certainly didn’t think he’d be your type… you were such a goody two shoes.

Maybe you had a thing for bad boys? If you asked nicely, he’d bend you over his bike and have his way with you. He wondered how tight you were… how your skin would feel against his. How pretty your moans would be. If you’d be willing to get on top of him and ride him instead-

“How many horse power?” Your soft voice broke him out of his salacious thoughts. Katou nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Stupid. It was stupid of him to think of you like that. You were just being friendly…

“It’s 115 horsepower.” A brilliant idea went through his head and he blurted it out, “Do you… want to go for a ride?”

You smiled at him. He would take you on his bike? How sweet of him…

“I’d love to.” You go over to climb on the back of the bike,but Katou shook his head.

“H-here. Take my jacket.” Katou took off his leather jacket and offered it to you. Damn this stupid crush of his, he was acting like a simp.

You accept the leather jacket with a smile. Katou’s strong scent of leather, musk, and cigarette smoke overwhelmed you a bit but it was better to be safe than sorry. The jacket gun on your frame a bit due to his muscular build.

“Thank you, Katou.” You do a little twirl for him, your hands grabbing the front of the jacket. “How do I look?”

Katou bit his lip and shifted his legs to try to soothe the discomfort in his pants. He loved the way you looked in his jacket. Now he wanted to know what you’d look like in one of his shirts after the two of you spent the night together. Would you have a bit of bed head and tear stains down your cheeks? Would you make him breakfast in bed and sleep in with him until noon? Would you leave marks all down his back or would he leave them down yours-

Katou froze when your hands suddenly grabbed his. A blush on his cheeks when he realized you had just touched him.

“Earth to Kiyosumi Katou.” You joked with a grin. “Do I leave you speechless?”

“You look okay…” Katou turns his head the other way to try to hide his blush. He tried to lessen the damage to his reputation of not being a simp (he totally is).

You snicker at his attempt to play off his obvious ogling. Katou was your favorite to tease at the dojo because he was so easy to rile up. It was funny.

Katou got onto his bike and patted the small space behind him. His palms began to sweat once he felt you shift beside him. You climbed onto his bike with little difficulty.

He almost creamed his pants when you pressed your body against his, your arms securely wrapped around his waist.

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d be so built Katou. Crazy what that karate uniform hides.” Your jokes only rile him up even more. Thank goodness you can’t see his reactions from the back of the bike. He could easily pass for a tomato.

He wondered if you’d be willing to reach your hands into his waist band and touch him as he drove- why was he like this? Katou was hopeless. He was way too horny to be around you right now.

Katou took in a deep breath and started the bike. The motor came to life with a rumble.

“Are you ready? Hold on.” Your chest pressed against his back in such a delicious way, he almost lost himself in his head again.

Katou assured himself that for now, he could settle for this small amount of physical touch with you… this could satiate his fantasies for awhile longer. Your warmth gave him comfort and fueled his longing for you. You were a drug he would never quit.

But Katou knew that it wouldn’t be long before his desires started slipping through the cracks. So until then, he’d let fantasies be fantasies.

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blakeswritingimagines · 8 months

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Yandere Rhaenyra falling for a maid

Falling in love was the most powerful feeling she had ever experienced, it was like a storm. The winds blew her, her body and mind craved to be near her beloved at any moment. The world around her would feel as if it was moving more slowly, and yet she felt as if she moved much faster whenever she was with you. She cherished every moment with you, every smile, every laugh, and every kiss. Falling in love was something she could never have dreamt of, it was truly magical.

She would do anything for you, she would stalk you, kidnap you and keep you locked in her room to protect you from the world. She would threaten to kill anyone who gets in her way. She would even go as far as killing your family if they try to take you away from her. All so you would be hers and only hers. She would get angry at you for talking to anyone, even your friends, as she wants to be the only one who can make you laugh, smile or cry. She would be possessive, obsessive and jealous, and would try to keep you all to herself.

The first time she knew she loved you, for sure, was when she thought about you when you both were apart. She couldn’t get you out of her head, she would think about your conversations, your moments together, and even your smile. The feeling she had in her stomach just thinking about you, was enough to make her realize that she was in love. When you were together, it felt as if time stood still, as if the outside world didn’t exist. Everything felt so natural and comfortable, there was just you two and nothing else mattered.

She felt like the happiest person in the world. She could listen to you talk for hours and never get bored, she loved to stare into your beautiful eyes and get lost in them. When she is with you, she simply feels complete. No matter what you did, whether it was simply spending time together or going on an adventure, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. Her heart skipped a beat whenever you looked at her, your voice gives her goosebumps, and your laughter fills her with joy. Life felt more beautiful and vibrant when she's with you.

As she fell deeper and deeper in love with the maid, it was as if all her troubles faded away. She did not think of her duties, her responsibilities, the realm, or anything else but her beloved. You are her world, her everything, and she would've given anything for you. Every moment with you felt like an eternity, and the world around her seemed to stop when she was in your arms. She was truly happy, happier than she had ever been.

In addition to being possessive, jealous, and violent, another main feature of her being a Yandere is having obsessive, borderline irrational thoughts. She would have no doubt in her mind that her love for you was true and unconditional, even though it may be unhealthy and not reciprocated. She would be unable to separate reality from her own delusional, self-created fantasy. If she were so far gone, she would be unable to see the consequences and harm her behavior would cause, nor consider how it might affect the maid that she loves.

She would be completely dependent on the affections of her maid, and she would be highly possessive and possessive of you. If she felt that her affection or ownership were being challenged, she would become aggressive or even violent towards the challenger. The thought of losing you would fill her with a combination of fear, anxiety, and anger, and she would do anything in her power to prevent that outcome. She would become obsessed with you, unable to think of anything other than her maid, and she would become dangerously obsessive and even delusional at times.

She would shower you with love and attention. She would be overly affectionate, overly obsessive, and overly clingy. She would constantly be showering you with affection, giving you gifts and attention, and trying to do anything to please you. She would be constantly telling you how much she loves and cares for you, and how you are her one and only reason for living. She would become overly attached to you, to the point of being unable to function without you.

If you were to ask her to describe the feeling of falling in love with you, she would say that it is like a warm, gentle breeze on a summer evening. It is the feeling of the sun against her skin on a bright, sunny day and the sound of laughter in the air. It is the feeling of a fire burning in her heart that fills her with joy and hope. It is the feeling of peace and harmony that comes with knowing she is in the presence of someone special. And it is the feeling of home.

Her children have always been a priority for her. When they learned about your relationship and that she had fallen in love with you, their reaction was one of surprise and confusion. They want to understand what is happening and why. She'll explain to them that her relationship does not change anything about the love she has for them and that she will always be there for them. She'll assure them that her love for you is just another part of who she is and that it does not alter the family dynamic in any way.

Coming out is a very personal decision and something that should only be done when the person feels it is the right time to do so. For her, it was important to be honest with her children and with those close to her about her relationship with you, but she did not feel the need to announce it to the world. She is still the same person they knew and loved, and her love for you was just another part of her identity.

She would make it her priority to spend time with you. She would be constantly taking you on romantic dates, and trying to show you and just how much she loves you. She would make sure that every date was perfect and she would put a lot of thought and effort into making them as special as possible. She would try to make every moment memorable, magical, and romantic. She would be completely dedicated to making sure that you are happy and satisfied, and that your dates are always something that you will always remember.

She would want to dictate your every move, your every action, your every relationship. She would want to know where you are at every moment, who you are talking to, and whom you are spending time with. If you refused to obey, she would become overly emotional, potentially even to the point of violence. She would also be very jealous, and she would not tolerate you talking or spending time with anyone else, even if it was just platonically.

When she would look at you, she could see the depths of your soul and feel as if she had known you forever. She feels safe with you like nothing else matters but you and the moment. You are more than her lover, you are her best friend, her confidant, and her true love. Falling in love was a beautiful journey of discovery, something she will never forget.

She loves hearing you moan her name and strives to hear you every time the two of you are in bed.

Passionate quickies against a secluded wall as she's meant to be busy usually with her hand pressed against your mouth and her face buried in the crook of your neck making sure to leave her mark.

While you both usually don’t have a lot of time alone she likes to tease you a little when she gets the chance as if getting you ready. Little comments whispered in your ear and barely there touches that make you shiver is her favorite.

Every now and again she likes to hold your throat, not exactly choking but a subtle pressure that'll drive you crazy as she grins at you.

She makes you cum at least twice whenever you’re together. She likes to make sure you’re completely satisfied when she’s done with you.

#rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #tw yandere #yandere

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: Snake's Lair

[ - Lake (Gn!reader) + Lily (Platonic yandere) + Sasuke (Naruto) + Blueberry tarts (Naga au) - ] - Anon's ask

Summary: Sasuke found you alone in the forest and took you in.

Additional warnings/tags: fantasy au, child!reader, death to a few minor characters (some get eaten), violence, mainly monster taking care of a child kind of vibes but with a few dark themes here and there, etc.

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed - ]

You were a child he found in the middle of nowhere abandoned by your parents. In the middle of nowhere with multiple scratches on your hands and legs from tripping among the tree roots unable to see what was in front of your legs as you kept on calling for your parents.

You didn't know that you were walking deeper and deeper in the forest, you don't know when you stepped into a certain snake’s territory who took notice of you because of your calls for your parent.

“Hn… what are you doing here?”

“I am lost… I cant find my parents…”

Sasuke actually did see your parents, horrible people as he listened to them whisper of abandoning you to the beast that lurked in the forest. He didn't care to listen to their reasons finding that they would make fine meals for a while, they didn't know that they would enter their own doom first.

He was rather full by the time he stumbled into you. So instead of eating you, he thought he would just keep you for a bit... just for a while.

When he feels hungry, you would be right beside him.

Never would he imagine that he would grow attached to a little child like you. So quickly the fear and distrust in your eyes turn to curiosity towards his kind. What was he supposed to do with you?

He let you rest in his lair, yet as days passed and he became hungry he would not touch even a hair of yours preferring to seek food in the forest the wild boars and other creatures.

You were tiny, was his excuse for being unable to eat you that boars were much more bigger than you and could actually make him full, unlike your small frame.

Instead, he was the one bringing you food, the fruits and vegetation he had no interest in which you quietly ate. He tried to give you fish or meat a few times, yet you would only hesitantly look at him confused as to what you should do with a live fish. It only later did he understand that you can't eat raw at least not like that when the rabbit’s legs twitched a few times on the floor right in front of you.

You refused to give the rabbit for a while, unable to watch him eat the poor thing alive when it was a harmless creature. Sasuke had to wait till nightfall when you were sleeping to take the bunny and have his dinner.

The shock and betrayal in your eyes were amusing when you finally realized what happened to the bunny when you woke up. Watery eyes, you glared at him you weren't so naive to think that the bunny ran away Sasuke wasn't so kind as to eat his live meals away from you.

But somehow you always stuck close to him, always happy whenever you received the slightest affection from him. When you realized what the two finger poke Sasuke sometimes does on your forehead means whenever he leaves the cave and you grab him by the hand. You were scared that he would abandon you just like your parent did, it was his way of showing affection.

Not that he would ever admit it.

When he saw your feet cut from the sharp rocks of the forest he forced you to stay in one place and went out to get leather bringing it to make some shoes for you to use. It wasn't the best but they worked in protecting your feet.

Sometimes Sasuke would let you follow him, getting fruits or water, when you would again pull his hand he would just grab you by the waist and head out. Sometimes placing you on his shoulder he let you grab the fruits in the trees, holding you tightly yet not enough to break your ribs as you wanted to grab the water this time from the river. He never said it but he was a little scared that you might be taken away from the current.

He got used to it, he had grown so attached to you. So when one day when he just came back from a hunt he could not find you in the cave, yet he could smell… smell something else here… humans and blood.

He forgot about everything with only you in mind he left the cave. You have to be safe, you must.

He would be angry at you if you died.

The screams and cries that were all too familiar to him made him speed up, he was closed.

He killed many that day right in front of you, as you called out his name begging his help. He didn't care about the blood that wasn't his splattered on his body and drenched his hands as he harshly grabbed you pulling you to him. He could hear your heartbeat, your cries as your that touched his shoulder… warm.

You belonged to him, and no one is going to take you away. Tell would have to kill him first but he would never let that happen. That was the day when he started becoming more controlling, and observant of what you do. He will keep you close and safe from the world and not even you would have any say.

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starstruckkittensweets · 7 months

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Summary: An accidental run-in with one of Japan's most-wanted villains leaves you yearning for more; unfortunately, you're not the only one with a blooming fascination to hide.

Fandom: My Hero Academia AU: Canon Divergent Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki x Reader Rated: E (explicit) Content Warning: spoilers for Season 6, blood and violence, arson, stalking, explicit language, slow burn romance (mutually obsessive but actual romance comes later on), eventual smut, dubcon, cat-and-mouse game, borderline yandere behavior from both parties, alcohol consumption, smoking, unhealthy attachment issues from both Dabi and Reader, past familial abuse, both of them are kinda fucked up but oh well Additional Tags: female reader, heavily inspired by Haunting Adeline (that's a warning in and of itself), reader has a personality/slight backstory (originally from overseas, home country not specified), additional OCs included, reader is a writer (shocker) so prepare for a lot of useless writing metaphors and sad feelings

Disclaimer: This story is incredibly personal to me; it's one of my comfort fics, the one I can turn to when I'm feeling down, the one I can just turn my brain off and not worry about heavy plotlines and tiny details. I read an unhealthy amount of smutty books over the summer (*cough* reverse harem stories *cough*) and channeled those h-word thoughts and secret fantasies into this story. Please heed the warnings above and included in each chapter, and I hope you enjoy the ride :)

chapter one - 6.2k words

chapter two - 5.6k words

chapter three - coming soon

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #kerosene and butterflies masterlist #dabi smut #tw: yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: stalking #just to be safe #restricted fics #masterlists

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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—𓆩[shuffle play]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist!]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

OMG GUYS GUYS GUYS! I really want to have some fun with some stuff here, and I really want to hear more from you guys! So, let me introduce you something new to my blog (of course inspired by other amazing writers) SHUFFLE PLAY - AKA, Bingo!! For fanfic of course... anyways!

here is the bingo card:

And if you need it, here's twenty-five prompts!

"I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."

"Try to stay quiet, alright darling? We're in public, you can't act up like you do in bed."

A: "You need to behave!" B: "Behave? Baby, you don't like it when I behave."

"I like having you covered in me. Smothered in me, full of me. Want all of you, and you need all of me."

"No, you can't touch me, that's your punishment. You have to sit there and watch."

"Why don't you put that pretty mouth to use for something else, hm?"

"I swear, honey, you look so much better with my cock in your mouth."

"I love you darling, I do, but I fucking love when you get all cock obsessed for me."

"No, no don't do that! I'll be good, I promise!"

"What, does that feel good? Hm? Tell me how good it feels."

"Who said we had to have sex on the bed?"

"Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

"It's okay to cry, darling, I know it's out of pleasure. Come on, show me how good I make you feel. Cry for me."

"We've been at it for hours, how are you still hard?!"

"I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that, darling. Come on, scream for me."

"What? Don't stop on my account, I'm enjoying the show."

"Do you think they heard us?" "Yes. We did."

"Don't you know the hat rule, darling? Take a cowboy's hat, you're in for the ride of your life."

"Don't be gentle. I want it all."

"Please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you."

"You're such a good girl/boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

"First one to make a noise loses, and I know how much you hate to lose."

"You know I hate it when you tease me, darling."

"Never knew such a slut would like this so much."

"We're in public, y'know."

EVERYONE I WRITE FOR IS LINKED HERE! DON'T BE SHY TO ASK IF I WRITE FOR A CHARACTER! If requests don’t go well, I will do it on my own, but I really want you guys to interact and have a choice!! Let me know if you have any questions :)

UPDATE (06/14/23) I wanted to make sure that it was clear this will be BLACKOUT bingo! All spaces will be used!!

How to request: Just send in a request starting with: "BINGO: (space name) with (character name) and prompt (#) and a brief overview or description on what you want to happen in the fic! Please remember that fics might take me a while :)

Requests as of 06/09/23 MUST include a please and a thank you!!

Additional characters that I can think of are Ethan Landry, Dave Lizewski and other characters from the fandoms listed in my main masterlist ♡

AGHHHH AS OF JUNE 14TH 2023, WE GOT OUR FIRST BINGO WITH:

'HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS' with Dylan O'Brien 'YANDERE' with Finnick Odair our 'Freespot' 'MOMMY KINK' with Ethan Landry and 'SPOILED RICH READER' with Stiles Stilinski!!!

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'HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS' with Dylan O'Brien 'OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE' with Ethan Landry 'WEDDING NIGHT' with Andrew Garfield 'SOULMATES' with Finnick Odair and 'SPOILED RICH BOY' with Finnick Odair!!!

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'FRIENDS TO LOVERS' with TASM! Peter Parker 'SUGAR MOMMY' with Spencer Reid 'HIMBO' with TASM! Peter Parker 'YANDERE' with Finnick Odair and 'FANTASY AU' with Finnick Odair!!!

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yanderedollhouse · 9 days

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Part 3.5

Bonus Scene: Revenge

Demon!Yandere OC x Suicidal!Reader Summary: Andreas has a mess to clean up Warnings: IN ADDITION TO THE NORMAL WARNINGS, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A GRAPHIC TORTURE SCENE. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. Yandere, Suicide mentions (ideation, failed attempt, urges), Obsessive behavior, needles, religious concepts (angels, demons, heaven, hell), delusions, fantasy horror/ gore, harm and recovery, hospitals, psychiatric ward, manipulation, medical malpractice, murder, harassment, medication malcompliance, noncon, kidnapping Resources: Connect with a trained crisis counselor. The 988 Suicide and Crisis Line is confidential, free, and available 24/7/365. Word Count: 2k

No lies and no deceiving

Man is what he loves

It was hours before Andreas managed to get your shaking form to sleep again. You wouldn’t take any of the medication he offered to help. He made a mental note not to ask next time. You needed this medication, and it was his job to provide it.

All you wanted was for him to sit in your room until you fell back asleep. So there the demon sat, 3 feet from you, pretending to read through a fashion magazine while he avoided drifting off himself. That bed looked awfully comfortable at a time like this, and it had been three days since he had taken the time to rest.

When he was just about to say fuck it and crawl up next to you, he looked up and saw that you actually were asleep this time. He stood, stretched, and pulled your blanket up further to keep you comfortable. Why did you have so much fight in you? You should see by now that your soul was his. Deal or no deal, you two were fated to be together.

Andreas left your room quietly and locked the door behind him. Just in case, he called Samson up to watch over the hall to ensure there would be no more unwelcome visitors as he made his way down to the third floor.

The third floor of the hospital was great, in his opinion. Well, great for what he was about to do.

A feeling of relief went through Andreas as he turned the corner to see Graves still standing at his post. Granted, he was scrolling through social media, but at least he was there. Andreas had learned that this was the best he could expect from the older man. Andreas was about six feet away when Graves finally noticed him.

“Jesus fuck man! You need some tap shoes or a bell or something on ya.” Graves ran a hand over what was left of his buzzed hair. “Am I relieved then?”

“Yes, you may leave.” Andreas confirmed and the guard scurried off.

Andreas opened the door to the supply closet and took a deep breath. He was going to enjoy this.

The closet was dark inside and Andreas let his human form slip a bit before he flicked on the harsh lights. Cordyline flinched at the brightness. She was lying right where he left her, and it was evident that she had been crying.

Andreas knelt next to her and gently undid the knots binding her hands and feet. He could see that they would leave bruises, but this was not enough for him. He sighed.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that right?” He asked, turning her hand over in his, gripping it tighter and tighter as she tried to pull it away. Her mouth formed a tight line as she held back tears, trembling in his grasp. He released her and stood back up, looking down as she inched away.

“You killed him.” Cordyline sobbed. “I just wanted a safe future and you murdered him.”

“He wasn’t going to do you any favors.” Andreas knew it would hurt her when he decided to remove Theo from the picture, but he didn’t expect her to be so stupid as to try to take revenge on him for it.

“I was going to tell him that night! Instead, he went for a drive and never came back!”

“You know he wasn’t the fatherly type. He never would have supported your decision.”

“That’s not for you to decide!” Cordyline spat angrily at him, but Andreas was done ‘caring.’

“Did you really think Theodore was going to stay with you and raise his child? When I caught him, he was on his way to his side girl–or I should say– one of them. He was planning to leave you for her before the pregnancy. Or wait, hadn’t he practically done so already? How long did you obsess over him? Stay loyal to him? And for what? You weren’t even the last thing on his mind.” Andreas looked curiously at her booted foot. “How long would you have lasted as his punching bag? That looks like it hurts.”

In an instant, the boot disappeared and Cordyline winced at the loss of pressure on her fracture. Andreas rested his own foot over the wound and pressed lightly, then harder, enjoying the pained look on Cordyline’s face.

“I’m not going to let you hurt me.” She told him defiantly.

“I know. You’re being so brave” Andreas mocked.

He lifted his leg and kicked down, hard, on Cordyline’s side. She let out a sharp breath but didn’t cry out. He let his foot rest there for a moment, confirming that the bones were broken as he felt the fractured pieces scrape against each other. She was holding her breath. Holding in her fear. For what? So that he could enjoy it less?

Andreas reached down and pulled Cordyline into a seated position by her messy ponytail. He crouched so that they were face to face.

“You’re used to this kind of treatment, aren’t you? I don’t scare you because I need you to live a long life? Well, you don’t need to be completely functional for that.” He watched as she brought a hand to clutch at her chest, the other holding her side. Andreas released her in frustration and she fell back to the ground. “What do you even have?” He pried her hand open, revealing a small, silver cross necklace.

Andreas couldn’t help himself this time. “You really think this is going to work on me? Where did you even get this?” He laughed loudly and snatched the cross out of her hand, tossing it in between his own hands before letting it fall to the ground. He heard Cordyline mumble something as it clattered to the floor.

“What was that?” Andreas leaned down to hear her.

“I don’t have that because it will work against you.” Cordyline said, “I don’t need it when I have this.” She flipped the small, military flashlight on. Right into Andreas’ face.

Andreas winced and took a step back, covering his eyes as a splitting pain formed in his head. It felt like his eyes were burning in his skull.

“You fucking bitch.” He let his human form drop completely. He dropped to the ground, pinning her down by her waist. Grabbing her wrist, he snapped the flashlight in half and let the broken pieces fall to the floor. “I’m really going to hurt you now.”

Andreas turned her wrist over in his grasp. Contemplating, until something caught his eye. Cordyline wore a dull, silver ring over his mark on her left ring finger. The mark would have to stay. After all, he was sure that he’d never release Cordyline from his contract now. But the ring? He slid it off her finger to reveal his barcode-like marking under it as she bucked and tried to twist away. ‘Too late for that,’ he thought.

“Don’t worry,” He assured her, “You won’t miss it.”

“F-fuck you.” Cordyline spat, panting and wriggling to get away, but his grip on her was solid and unyielding.

Andreas bit down on the finger at the knuckle, slowly at first, and Cordyline screamed. The sweet taste of her blood filled his mouth and excited him to the core. It had been a while since he’d been able to punish someone like this and to his displeasure, most people he contracted with didn’t dare to cross him.

Cordyline had been one of his favorites and her betrayal hurt, but he would make sure that the pain she caused was returned to her tenfold. He spit the finger out and released her wrist. He watched as the limp thing fell to the floor. Oops! He must have bitten it too hard. She held her hand to her chest, sobbing as the place where her finger had been gushed blood.

Andreas stood up and leisurely looked through the supply drawers as Cordyline scooted herself defensively into a corner. When he finally found the gauze, he tossed some down to her on the floor. She didn’t touch it.

Andreas sighed. Why did she have to be so difficult? He knelt down again and snatched the hand from her protective grasp. He placed the gauze over the bloody stump where her finger had been and wrapped a cloth bandage around the hand to keep it in place.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” He asked her genuinely. She only cried in response. “Deep breaths, it’s almost over.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and smiled to himself as he pulled away, seeing it smeared with her blood. That gave him an idea. “I need to mark you again, don’t I?”

“No, please.” She pleaded uselessly. Or not uselessly. After all, he did enjoy hearing Cordyline’s broken spirit in her voice.

“Close your eyes." He instructed. She shut them seemingly as tight as she could.

Andreas leaned down and placed another kiss over her right eyelid. He stayed there for a moment, not entirely sure if it was going to work. Then, he broke into a wide grin as she began to scream and claw at him, at her face, at anything. He pulled away and watched as she opened her tear-filled eyes, a ring of blackish lines surrounded the pupil of her right eye.

With a sense of satisfaction, Andreas released her face and Cordyline slumped against the wall. Panting and defeated. He stood up and grabbed a package of wipes to clean himself up with.

“Stay put, I’ll send someone to look after that hand.” He told her. Not that she was in any position to move anyway.

Andreas took the elevator back up to the sixth floor. He should really clock out and go home to rest, but he had been away from you for who knows how long and it's killing him! What if you’d had a nightmare? Ha made a mental note to add Prazosin to your medication regime.

He dismissed Samson via text on the way so that he wouldn’t have to answer the man’s multiple questions. Your room was still dark. That’s a good sign. He quietly unlocked your door and cracked it open. You really do look peaceful when you sleep.

He was about to leave when he saw that your bottle of water was empty. Worry flooded him. What if you woke up and had no water? Were you already needing it? He quietly walked over and retrieved the bottle. You stirred a bit, and he froze. Were you uncomfortable?

Before he could make a break from the door, you scrunched up your face.

“Dreas?” You asked groggily and his heart melted. You were calling out to him.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” He replied quietly. “I’ll be back. I’m just going to fill up your water.”

Your eyes fluttered open a bit and he could see that they were adjusting to the dim light. Then, you paled and sat back. Backing away from him. Why?

“Is- is that blood?” You asked in a shaky voice.

Oops, he must have missed something. He took a step back to not alarm you further.

“It’s okay, love. It’s not mine.”

“What did you do? Did you hurt someone?”

“Don’t be silly, I’m a nurse. People bleed on me all the time.”

“Really? On your face? Around your mouth?”

Andreas brought a hand to his face and felt Cordyline’s flakey, dried blood come off a bit. Shit! He turned away. “Just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll bring your water back in a minute.”

He left and shut the door behind him quickly. Just another mess for him to have to clean up.

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kalims · 1 year

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tenshiblogposts · 10 months

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Hawks x reader

Character: Tamaki Keigo / Hawks

Fandom: my hero academia.

Warnings: yandere themes, mentions of drug usage, minor character death, the pic at the end is related to said death so please proceed with caution.

Additional note: This is set in the Ancient Greek era. Might be historically inaccurate.

Also I feel like I half assed this but idk🤷🏻‍♀️

Yandere general!Hawks who from the moment he laid his eyes on you, while you were washing clothes in the river, he couldn't think about anything else.

Yandere general!Hawks who changed his ways when it came to women, he stopped sleeping around, and tried his hardest to be faithful. Although you didn't even know about his feelings for you.

Yandere general!Hawks who built a fantasy, that he so believed it was a reality, about you being madly in love with him, waiting for him every time he went to war and giving him as many children as your tantalizing body could handle.

Yandere general!Hawks who kept a very close eye on you stalking you, making sure that nobody was trying to make a stupid move on you. Nobody touches what's his.

Yandere general!Hawks who wiggled his way into your family's heart, and hopefully yours.

Yandere general!Hawks who made his presence known in your life. He stuck to you like a shadow, you must be grateful for him.

Yandere general!Hawks who had a lot of opportunities to take you away from this cruel world, to keep you safe and to himself, but decided against it. For now.

Yandere general!Hawks who brought war trophies with him for you, ranging from golden jewelry to the hearts of his enemies. He know that you'll keep them close to your pretty little heart.

Yandere general!Hawks who noticed a suspicious guy around you,smiling and laughing about one thing or another and you responding back, but you would never betray him. He knows it, he's sure of it.

Yandere general!Hawks who spotted the same guy hovering around your home in the middle of the night.

Yandere general!Hawks who saw red once you climbed down your window to meet with said guy, even daring to kiss him! Oh no! Was the guy forcing you to be with him? He can't have that!

Yandere general!Hawks who nearly abandoned his duties to make sure that you were safe, there's no way in hell he would let that scum control you! You were his and his alone!

Yandere general!Hawks who tried harder to keep tabs on everyone and everything you interacted with, from the old guy managing the food stall, to the street cat you kept feeding everyday.

Yandere general!Hawks who returned to his senses. He wouldn't abandoned his position for you, no, he will use it for his own benefit.

Yandere warrior!Hawks who had decided that enough was enough, you would be his, whether you liked it or not.

Yandere general!Hawks who saw your worried pretty face when you didn't find the old guy at the same place like every day, and saw his wife crying, saying something about someone framing him and he was going to be executed the following day.

Yandere general!Hawks who felt satisfaction when the cat you oh so cared for wasn't there. The dogs will get extra treats today.

"I am the only one deserving of your attention, my Dove"

Yandere general!Hawks who was ready to kill anyone and anything, as long as he could gaze into your pretty eyes for as long as he wanted.

"And now, for the last obstacle"

Yandere general!Hawks who formed a solid plan.

Yandere general!Hawks who "accidentally" stumbled upon you in the market, and invited you for tea at his house.

Yandere general!Hawks who was giddy the entire way back to his house once you accepted his offer.

Yandere general!Hawks who drugged you, and tied you to a chair.

Yandere general!Hawks who waited patiently for you, to show you his great achievement. You'll surely appreciate it!

Yandere general!Hawks who had his biggest gift for in the confinements of his hands, and once he saw those captivating eyes of yours fluttering open, he presented the gift to you

"Don't worry, My Dove, I took care of your pesky problem, he will never hurt you again"

#tamaki keigo x you #keigo tamaki #tamaki keigo x reader #tamaki keigo #mha tamaki #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks bnha #hawks x reader #hawks #yandere #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tamaki keigo x yn #I don't own the art

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colourstreakgryffin · 1 year

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Yandere! Romantic! KNY Kocho Shinobu Headcanons

(Aaaaah! This one is gonna be scary! Hope all of my little glass angels like this one too!)

Shinobu as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Manipulative, Possessive, Delusional, Overprotective, Deceptive, Violent/Murderous, Insensitive and Psychotic

- Shinobu will never admit it but she’s fallen hard. Off her pretty purple and aquamarine wings, she has fallen for you. The newest addition and the completion of the incomplete nine, the Ice Hashira. Shinobu never thought she’d have anybody to love, she thought she’d either die to a demon or live the rest of her life alone

- She developed a cute harmless crush on you at first, she clung to you and did all kinds of little but nice nicknacks. Made your bento for you, tied up your hair, held your hand to show you around. You thought Shinobu was just being friendly as you didn’t notice the way she looked at you. Completely lovestruck

- She doesn’t want to be alone anymore, once she knows her truth. She wants you, and she will do whatever is needed to have you as her own

- Shinobu could be considered one of the hardest Hashira to turn Yandere as she is actually quite closed-off then as she seems in public but personally, I believe that once she is deeply in love and then sees her love interest with other people, her overwhelming jealous anger would begin shaping her Yandere self. One jigsaw piece at a time

- Why do you like him/her? What does he/she have that Shinobu doesn’t?! Height? Strength? You nor Shinobu need those! Shinobu has brains! And that should be enough. She is loyal and will remember everything you tell her, devotion is more attractive, isn’t that obvious?!

- I’m sorry to all Shinobu fans but Shinobu is definitely a very abusive Yandere to her love interest. She doesn’t like hurting you, she wants to love you more than anything but you always constantly misbehave and stir up trouble, she must punish you and those punishments usually leave you torn-up emotionally, starved, freezing and bandaged with a broken limb or two chained to the futon besides her futon as she puts you to sleep by force with a sleep-inducing poison from her katana

- For real, all of her smiles are genuine around you. Her happiness is genuine too, you make her feel less alone and that she can be her real self with you. She is attached to you because you’ve changed her, gave her a reason to smile that she actually agrees with for once

- And she won’t lose you to somebody like Kyojuro or Mitsuri. Starting now, Shinobu’s obsession and plan comes into clear view. You’ll be her lovely little girlfriend, Shinobu knows of it and is excited for her fantasy to come to life

- Shinobu’s a stalker, like Kyojuro. She follows you everywhere you go in secret; to the fleek market, to your estate, to your unwell mother’s household. She knows every single detail of your travel schedule and waits eagerly behind trees or buildings to catch you. She watches from the sideline with her bug-like eyes forming into love hearts at the sight of you in such a gorgeous kimono

- She can’t stop thinking about you but she loves it. In battle or whilst taking care of the Kamaboko Squad, you litter her mind that she sometimes randomly blurbs out your name. You plague her thoughts, her fantasies so much that Zenitsu swears he can hear Shinobu’s thoughts in detail fall out of her ears

- Shinobu, also just like Kyojuro, is a very split-faced Yandere, and swaps between her Yandere self and her ordinary self. She, as mentioned in the Kyojuro post, is very good at hiding her Yandere behaviours as she regularly hides all of her emotions so it’s like second nature and uses it as a means to manipulate. Manipulate your emotions

- “That’s… quite harsh, Myōji. Don’t you think? Why would I kill somebody? That’s a heavy accusation. It… almost seems like you don’t like me as a friend… that hurts. Oh, you’re sorry? Apologise to my grave because clearly, you want me dead”

- Shinobu wholeheartedly views herself as your destined true love, and that you’re being brainwashed by everybody around you into dismissing that you’re just as in love with her. Delusion at its finest, she doesn’t even notice how afraid of her you really are, how her fantasies aren’t true in a single bit

- Oh! And she’ll make you your own Butterfly Hairpin and force you to wear it 24/7 as a symbol of her ownership of you. All will back off if her mark is dug deep into your figure, that single cute butterfly-styled hairpin of your favourite colours

- Every injured Hashira goes to the Butterfly Estate for treatment, right? But it’s different for you. Whenever you’re injured, you’re end up staying there longer as Shinobu mixes your medicine with sickness-inducing poison to keep you unwell for longer. As cruel as it is, Shinobu has no ill intentions. She merely wants your love and by making you sick, she has a better chance to refine her relationship with you

- “Oh my, Myōji-chan. Your temperature is quite high and you’ve been coughing so much, you’re losing your voice. Hmm, it seems that the symptoms point to a case of the cold. Sadly, a strong one too. But, please, do not worry. I will take wonderful care of you! We do need our Ice Hashira as soon as possible, and I’ll make sure you are in perfect health”

- Shinobu lies to you all the time, especially when you start to pick up on that she may be harming you on purpose to keep you against your will at the Butterfly Estate. What? Don’t be ridiculous! She’s a doctor, why would she make a problem, she solves them!

- Her tactics of making you sick is her form of kidnapping. She won’t actually kidnap you at all since her Estate is way too occupied that it’s quite possible her girls will find you. So, she’ll just keep making you unwell so she can treat you and just HOPE you get injured again so she can repeat the process

- Shinobu is VERY-EXTREMELY likely to kill potential love interests, sharing this Yandere trait with Sanemi and Obanai, but does not care at all if you know. She is very clever in her methods that keeps her hands clean of blood and everybody else except you in firm belief that she had nothing to do with the ‘accident’; she befriends the person, poisons their food/drink, brings them to her estate to “treat them” then kill them in the most brutal fashions before disposing every inch of the body with her impeccable range of poisons

- Shinobu is the most manipulative Yandere Hashira out of the whole nine. She manipulated everybody around her all the time from the beginning of Kanae’s death and it just became a habit to trick the human mind with her silver tongue and a fake but convincing smile. You can’t blame her for the deaths of your potential love interests, she’ll twist your words and viewpoint till you’re apologising for “misaccusing” her

- Tag-teaming with her Manipulation, Shinobu is deceptive! She misleads everybody, including you into believing she couldn’t hurt a fly. Sure, she kills demons but she doesn’t like it! Don’t you believe her? She is so harmless, she just wants to love the world!

- Such talk makes Shinobu feel sick. Her? Like demons? Please, she wishes the most horrible deaths on every single demon in this world, including that Nezuko. And no human is safe either, anybody that wants your love is a demon and must be executed

- Shinobu is violent. Horrifyingly violent towards everybody else but slightly violent towards you. She’ll break a bone or maybe another on you in which she sees as inevitable whilst she’ll badly mulitate her enemies, no matter if they may be human or demon. You know of this as she brings evidence of her work to gloat and there is no way you’ll ever see Shinobu again without intense fear

- Her forced but sugary sweet smile clashing with her lifeless purple eyes makes your spine buckle in pure terror as she tilts your chin up with the sharp tip of her stinger katana. What does she do with you? At the end, she’ll hurt you then she’ll heal and love you

- Yandere Shinobu is also insensitive and psychotic, this being when you get more insight of her Yandere side. She is insensitive to your problems with her behaviour. What’s the matter? Who cares if a few people you liked died, you’re mother is dying, it happens to everybody. She is, as well, psychotic. Her head is cracking and chipping like glass, she is losing her sanity over you and her eyes are playing tricks on her too

- Wait a second, since when did you get in the bathtub with her? Whoa, you’re getting in her lap?! N-no way, you’re about to kiss her! BAM. Shinobu snaps back to reality and sighs in pain. She doesn’t care that she is suffering hallucinations, she cares that what she saw didn’t actually happen. She would have gladly killed the Master for a fun time in the bathtub with you

- Now, who do you belong to? Yes, Shinobu! And she will drill that into your head. Meaning, you’re not seeing anybody else ever again, family or friends. You’re hers, her little Rosy Maple. Why do you need other people when all the love, all the luxury and all the attention one could want in over twenty lifetimes exists in the Butterfly Estate, the home of the Insect Hashira. The one and only, who is willing to destroy, kill and die for you

- Hashira and lower-ranks alike may call Shinobu the Butterfly but you’re the real Butterfly in this situation’s deadly pinchers. You’re the helpless prey to Shinobu’s powerful predator. She has you trapped in her cocoon and she’ll paint it red with blood as much as she needs to keep you trapped

- “Here, my precious Rosy Maple. Try this kimono on! Why, yes. It matches mine, I got it specially ordered for you so go on, be quick and don’t be annoying by messing around. Just put it on and show it to me. Very easy, I know you can manage that”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #yandere #yandere romance #Yandere shinobu kocho #kny hashira #insect hashira #yandere imagines #kny imagines #headcanons

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