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Yandere Ayato x Reader - "Failed escape attempt" series

(I still cannot publish posts that have people tagged. I don't know why, it just gives me an error popup saying it couldn't be processed. Apologies to those in my taglist.)

Warning: DARK CONTENT, noncon/dubcon, implications of forced/coerced marriage, masturbation voyeurism that’s also kinda forced, manipulative use of mental health and problematic way of addressing it, gaslighting and psychological manipulation, implied future forced drugging, there’s just a lot of my man being awful here

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“Ah, there you are.”

Of course. He would be right there at the entrance waiting, wouldn’t he.

You were hoping to get a few more seconds to put off the inevitable, but the reality of your situation was not so kind as to grant you that. It was all far too fast — the full events of the night before, the journey of being dragged back here — flanked on all sides by doushin all the while — all went by in a blur, leading up to this very dreaded moment.

You kept your gaze turned to the ground, unable to bring yourself to make eye contact. Your fingers curled, digging into the fabric around your thighs.

Nonetheless, without even hesitating nor willing it, you found your feet moving on their own. Perhaps it was instinct, to get away from the unfamiliar men that made you so uncomfortable and uneasy, and into the arms that, despite everything, were at least familiar, and thereby a comfort at the end of your long trial of distress and misery. Maybe you knew it was expected, and feared some consequence for not acting as you knew you should. Or maybe some of both.

Regardless, your feet shuffled forward, any thoughts muted in favor of instinct as you bounded over towards your husband — as much as you hated to acknowledge it, your one source of comfort. As you grew close, he reached an arm out, hand firmly planting itself on your back and pulling you in. Perhaps out of that same sense of fear at the thought of disobeying expectations, perhaps out of pure exhaustion, you allowed it without struggle coming to stand directly by his side, grasping at his clothes, burying your head against him and squeezing your eyes shut as if it would obscure the others’ view of you.

“I can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how worried I was about her,” he spoke to the arrangement of men now standing a ways away, moving his hand on to rest atop your head. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The poor thing gets a bit irrational from time to time. You know how it is.”

The other men only gave a brief, curt sound of acknowledgement. One, the own standing closest to the two of you based on how close the voice sounded, seemed to deem it appropriate to give at least some response. “Of course, sir.”

Not that that actually made any sense, that such a bizarre thing to say could ever warrant an ‘of course’ as a reply. But they weren’t there to be sensible, to assess the situation and act according to any supposed principles. To help. They were there only to follow through with an assigned task, one that they had not even tried to conceal in their expressions and tones towards you was an unwanted inconvenience, and to turn a blind eye to any conclusions they might draw.

Maybe that too was intentional — the estate lord could have easily sent his private forces to be the ones to escort you back to the estate, yet he chose to allow the public law enforcement to return you. Perhaps he knew you’d grown to resent the family’s private forces, and thereby had no issue inconveniencing them, whereas he knew you’d feel more embarrassment and guilt having strangers be forced to bring you all the way back… yes, the more you thought about it, that certainly seemed like that was his intent.

“I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble?”

“Not at all, sir.”

“Ah, I see, that’s good to hear.”

Your hands balled into fists.

The whole show made of it all was utterly humiliating — that too no doubt the intention — but you had no choice but to stand there. Doing something rash like running off to hide yourself from the embarrassment would only meet a worse consequence later.

The burning, bitter anger only made said embarrassment that much worse. It was consuming, maddening. Everything — this place, these people, their words and their attitudes, their dismissal of you as if you were a child or an animal — it made you so damn mad, and yet, you could do nothing but endure.

Your eyes burned. You blinked a few times in rapid succession. You couldn’t forgive yourself if you actually cried in front of these strangers. The back-and-forth between the two parties continued, but you did your best to tune out the words, knowing that listening would only hurt you further.

It wasn’t until there was movement that you returned your attention to them, pulling your head away from him to look — now they were turning, walking away.

Leaving you alone with him.

You then dared not avert your eyes from the ground, watching the men from your peripheral vision as they made their way down the path, growing smaller and smaller and they moved further away, until their footsteps were no longer audible.

All that remained was a heavy, palpable tension.

Avoidance was the easiest path — a foolish choice, of course, which you knew full well. It wasn't as if you could avoid the present reality forever, but nonetheless, you found yourself clinging to each precious second that ticked by, body growing stiffer as you braced yourself for the inevitable. Perhaps you could trick yourself into believing that if you just kept your gaze turned to the ground, nothing would happen.

But sure enough, you clenched your jaw as his hand moved upwards, and came to rest on your shoulder.

“Come on now. You're certainly tired. Let’s get you to rest for a while.”

His voice only made your stomach twist further. It was calm and gentle, not explosive or infuriated. It would have felt more assuring that way, if your fear could just be easily confirmed, rather than a calculated calm that felt far more dreadful and foreboding than any rage.

His hand moved from your shoulder, coming down to grasp your wrist. It wasn’t a sudden, harsh motion, nor was the grip itself strong enough as to be painful — but it was noticeably firm.

And then, he pulled. A soft tug, pulling you in the direction of the doors.

Your resistance was not a conscious choice, not something you thought about nor had any time to do so; it was only a reflex. Instinctively, your body stiffened, your feet dug into the ground, and thus his pull was met not with the meek obedience that was expected of you, with footsteps that followed where you were guided, but instead a firm resistance.

Your own realization of that resistance, what you’d just done, sent a sharp rush of fear through your veins.

And thus, for the first time since arriving, your gaze tilted upward, and your wide, frightened eyes met his.

His expression shifted. The amiable, pleasant smile half-faded, still present, but only barely.

“…Don't be difficult. Come on.”

Likewise, his voice dropped far lower, a dark and foreboding tone far removed from the one he’d spoken with just moments ago to the other men.

Your mouth opened, instinctively wanting to reply, but you couldn't summon a coherent thought. You were afraid, you were angry, you were so, so embittered and ashamed and wanted nothing more than to run to your room, close your eyes and burrow into the bed.

And for a moment, you considered the compliant option. If you just lowered your head and followed along, apologized and insisted you were just being petty or immature or whatever he would call it this time, and took whatever consequence was handed out, then you could do just that, confine yourself to your bed and try to forget it all.

But the shame only fueled the fury, like gasoline to a fire. It was his fault. As scared of punishment as you were, your pride could not stand for simply bowing your head, and as your mind raced, the sheer fury you’d been stewing in all throughout the night before, all the angry words you’d monologued in your head and vowed to spew at him when you saw him again, all came rushing back.

You swallowed, fingers curling even harder around the fabric around your thighs. Now that it was just the two of you, although you still fought it as best as you could, you couldn’t help that your eyes watered, burning as your vision blurred out of pure frustration and misery.

“I… I know you did all of this on purpose! I only got all the way out there because you let me, a-and…”

The words came out in a trembling, wavering voice, far weaker than intended.

He exhaled a heavy sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. His voice was still characteristically gentle, but you could hear his patience waning. “We can discuss this inside.”

“But I—”

“Inside.”

You stiffened, freezing in place. That was not a tone you heard often in your married life, more firm than normal.

You swallowed, gaze darting to the ground again, unable to summon a reply and not wanting to make eye contact again. With another heavy exhale, he pulled at your arm with a gentle tug, and this time, you followed, feet quickly shuffling behind his.

You didn’t say a word, though, through the full minute or so of walking across the courtyard, through the front doors, down the hall, only dimly lit today due to curtains hanging over the windows lining the walls. It occurred to you with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you were headed straight for your shared bedroom, rather than one of the estate’s many drawing rooms and lounges, which meant the anticipated conversation to come would be one you’d both want kept in privacy. Your stomach felt as if it were turning in knots, your chest compressed by an unseen force, each breath feeling strenuous and weighted.

And then, finally, you both came to a halt as you reached the last room at the end of the hall. You felt helpless, unable to do anything as you watched the handle of the door turn, stumbling in as you were guided forward by the hand that came to gently press on your lower back.

Likewise, equally pitifully, you could do nothing but stand there and wait as you listened for the door to close behind you, clenching your jaw at the trepidation in your chest from the footsteps on the floor behind you, but made sure to not let your fear swallow your fury.

“Now,” he began slowly as he moved around you to the other side of the room, voice now back to its usual tone, but still firm nonetheless, “I can tell you have a great deal you want to get off your chest, but you’ll have to forgive me for a moment… your well-being is my primary concern.” He looked you up and down, and his voice took on a note of concern that admittedly sounded sincere. “You aren’t hurt in any way, are you, dear?”

You bit your lip at the affectionate term, and more importantly, at how unbothered he came across. Granted, you now knew just how much of the past twelve hours or so had been entirely within his control, so it made sense that he was never genuinely distressed, but admittedly, it was also disappointing. Part of you wanted him to have been panicked and worried, to get the satisfaction of knowing you’d successfully gotten under his skin.

Still, you shook your head, keeping your gaze to the ground as you gave a curt, frustrated reply. “No.”

“Good,” his eyes closed for a moment, taking a heavy breath of pause. “Well, in that case…” He leaned back against the wall, folding his arms. “I believe this would be the best time to give you a moment to explain yourself.”

You couldn’t miss the obvious foreboding in his voice, nor the way it made your body stiffen.

But you had already prepared for that — you knew it would be intimidating, that it would be awkward and shameful, but you had spent the previous few hours trying to preemptively harden your resolve against that. Besides, after it was interrupted earlier, you now had the chance to get back to what was essentially the pre-written script you’d memorized in your head of exactly every little thing you wanted to say to him.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, the you that was standing there in front of him was significantly less brave than the ‘you’ in the scenes you’d played out in your head on the journey home.

Still, you clenched your hands into fists, thinking you had to at least force him to acknowledge the one point you’d deemed most important.

“You let me leave.”

In your mind, you’d spoken with a bold voice and looked him directly in the eye… and while the same words came out of your mouth, they were instead said with a weak, shrill attempt at an accusatory tone, pathetically looking to the wall as you found yourself unable to summon the gall to look up, once more lacking the firm accusation and self-assuredness your imaginative self had had.

He tilted his head. “That’s not a very accurate way to put it. I never granted you any such permission… I was simply aware of your intent to run off, and didn’t stop you.”

For a moment, you contemplated asking how he knew — but you had a feeling the answer would only make you more upset. His voice was laden with a faux sincerity, a sort of disingenuousness that made your blood boil, enough to embolden you further as you continued.

“And you… you had people following me the whole time, I know you did!” Your voice began to get louder as you grew bolder, bitter anger strengthening you against any trepidation. “They didn't even do a good job! I started noticing them towards the end of it!”

"Well, that would be because they were specifically told that concealment was not necessary.” He kept up the dry manner of speech, seemingly unbothered by your fury. “They deserve a break from high effort jobs every now and then, surely you understand. Besides, they didn’t directly interfere with your little outing, yes?”

He was so calm in contrast to your visible irritation, no doubt at least in part deliberate. It only served to make you even more mad.

“They told the local doushin to — no, you told them to tell them! There’s no other way that could have happened! I-I, I got," in sheer frustration, you jerked your fists in a sharp downward motion, "arrested!"

“I’m very well aware.”

“They put me in jail!”

“I do believe that is the standard process for an arrest, yes.”

“I was all by myself for hours!”

“Naturally. I couldn’t allow you to be placed with any dangerous persons, that’s why you were put in a solitary space.”

You clenched your fists so hard they trembled. “You, y-you let me get that far in the first place, and, and…” A lump formed in your throat again, which you did your best to suppress. “…Just to make me go through all that… I was there for hours before they came for me…” Your face scrunched up as you fought the urge to cry.

You hung your head, shoulders falling as you let your body relax, the fuse of anger burning out as it turned to a quiet bitterness swelling in your stomach. What was even the point? You knew better than to think your emotions would be given any weight, treated as anything beyond trivial.

A few moments of quiet passed, perhaps to see if you would say anything more, or perhaps just to force you to wait in uncomfortable uncertainty. After a moment, he shifted his posture slightly before unfolding one arm, holding out his hand in a standard gesture of speech.

“And what have we learned?”

You never would have thought one question could send such a spark of fury through your body in a single moment. Everything, from the wording to the timing to his tone, felt utterly mocking, infantilizing in a way that made you seethe.

You swallowed, practically trembling. “That you’ll go to any lengths to humiliate me?”

He returned the extended arm to its former position, exhaling heavily, straightening his stance. “It's rather unfair to assume I had such malicious intent. Stopping you early on in the past has clearly not worked in the long term, so further measures were necessary.” He tilted his head to meet your averted gaze, reflexively turning your attention back to him, eyes connecting with yours. “My only intention was that you would have some time to reflect on your series of decisions… and hopefully return with a change of heart. These episodes of yours are worrisome.” He gave a brief pause before finishing, “claiming I had cruel intent when you know in your heart that I only arranged this because I care for you… that's rather harsh, isn't it?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge the notion that the words were genuine. Admittedly having fallen for the words die a moment, you mentally shook off the momentary feeling of guilt.

These situations always went the same way, you'd be driven to apologize and feel bad about your choices. You had never met anyone else in your life with such a mastery of speech-craft as to be able to control your emotions and actions with words as easily as if it were pushing buttons on a machine. The first few times, you'd actually fallen for it, found yourself completely malleable, psyche bending and shifting to another's whims. At least with time, you'd become more resilient, had learned to notice and recognize the attempts… so you believed.

You opted to avoid answering the quesiton. Instead of acknowledging his own words, you turned to another matter that had come to mind during your escapade.

“Aren’t you abusing your authority? How are you even allowed to do this to begin with?!”

He took another deep breath, as if it were a trivial matter, or one that shouldn’t necessitate explanation.

“It’s… complicated, but the law does fully permit estates to employ local forces to locate any missing property belonging to the estate… people employed or bound to it are a sort of grey area in that regard.” After a moment of pause, he added, “besides, I also made it very clear that you were not in your right mind at the time, so your wellbeing was of immediate concern, and they were happy to help.”

“What?” The anger in your tone only rose. “I was perfectly in my right mind, you, you… a-and I’m not…”

A few moments passed as you trailed off, having to pause to collect yourself, blink away frustrated tears.

He opened his mouth as if to respond, but seemed to decide against whatever he'd considered saying, closing his eyes and taking a breath before finally replying in a more exasperated tone.

“You're making yourself upset needlessly. I can only do so much… in the end, I only wanted to keep you safe. You have to be the one to accept the grace you're given. Wouldn't that be easier for you?”

There was still unease to his tone, but the way he said it was nonetheless indicative of a sort of tiredness, as if not wanting to carry on about the matter anymore. It almost sounded like he was saying that you “accepting” his “grace” was all that was required to bury the matter entirely.

You spoke slowly, cautiously.

“You’re not… mad?”

“…I never said that.” He shifted away from leaning against the wall, standing upright. ”Of course, I can’t allow this to go entirely unacknowledged.”

He took a few steps towards you, and you fought the urge to step back, keeping your arms rigidly straight at your side as he continued.

“Normally, a proper form of consequence would be in order… however, after consideration, I realized that this was in large part my own fault, and I owe it to you to take responsibility for that.”

The words took you by surprise. The idea that he was in any way acknowledging that he had any responsibility for what you did was baffling, all things considered. He had never once even acknowledged that refusing to let you leave the estate was essentially holding you prisoner, and usually insisted that everything he did was what was best for you, even if, as he seemed to believe was the case, you did not understand that.

You hesitated before replying. “What… what do you mean?”

He flashed you an amiable smile. “A lesser person would only act on their momentary frustrations, but I’m not the sort of person who acts without understanding the situation. Luckily, I do understand you.” He looked off to the side, holding a hand up to his chin in a pensive pose, before adding in a quieter voice, “I made the mistake of getting too caught up in my work recently. Acting out over feelings of neglect is entirely different from misbehavior out of sheer petulance.”

He turned his head back towards you again before finishing,

“It would be cruel to respond to a cry for attention as if it were ordinary disobedience.”

The words took you aback, and you hesitated in your response, but as it fully registered in your mind, the momentary surprise was replaced with shameful fury. You held your arms firmly at your side, hands balled into fists as you replied.

“What?! I didn't— I didn’t do it for attention!”

You felt foolish for thinking for even a second that he might actually empathize with you, might finally come to enough humility to realize that much of your perceived disobedience was due to the sheer degree of meticulous, total control he held over everything you did. But no, instead, your attempt to run away was being treated as attention-seeking. It felt belittling, degrading.

He took a short breath, as if about to say something, but as his gaze fell upon you again, he simply exhaled, an amused smile forming on his face, replacing the former exasperation — and only infuriating you further, realizing even your anger wouldn't be taken seriously.

“Yes, yes, of course.” He made no effort to hide the dismissive amusement in his voice, either, but cleared his throat before returning to a more neutral tone before you could give any retort. “Regardless, you've been through a lot already. If you can be mature and calm down, make some acknowledgement of the trouble you’ve caused and show some remorse, then, I'm willing to somewhat overlook this.” Making direct contact between your eyes and his, he finished, “Won’t that be easier on us both?”

The obvious dismissal of your statement and implications of what he thought made your face feel hot. The embarrassment that had already been weighing down on you now became suffocating, and the utter arrogance of the presumption of your willingness to comply made you so upset it felt nauseating.

“What does ‘somewhat’ mean?” You tried to suppress the irritation in your voice.

He gave another heavy sigh. “Should you really be asking for specifics? It’s your best course of action regardless.”

You opened your mouth and inhaled as if to speak, holding your closed fists up to your chest, ready to spew every ounce of vitriol you’d been building up, and then, you fell silent as your eyes met.

His expression grew dark, eyes half-lidded and features blank — not contorted with anger nor curiosity, but merely waiting, watching, warning. Anticipating your defiance, prepared to react accordingly.

You looked down, hesitating.

Was it really worth it…? A few moments of lashing out, at what cost? ‘Consequences’ hurt, in one sense or another, they always did, no matter what form that word took.

You swallowed. He was right — one path before you was wiser.

You hung your head.

“…I’m sorry…”

Even with your gaze turned downward, you could see his eyes widen just a bit in your peripheral vision, not having expected such quick compliance — understandably so, based on your past incidents. But after a moment, his expression softened. He took another step, closing the gap between you, cupping your face in his hands and forcing you to lift your head back up.

“Mm. I’m glad you understand. You know, you've matured quite a bit recently.”

You almost, almost found yourself feeling happy at the praise, but then pushed that feeling away. It was part of the way he did things, part of the process, so you'd slowly come to recognize, putting the pieces together over and over until you became aware of how he managed to bring you down to submission each time. You refused to be swayed by that. You were only giving it up and apologizing because it was the was the easier, less painful choice… so you reminded yourself. Now, at least, you'd be done with this, could move on and quietly begin plotting again.

But then, as you felt his hand move down to your shoulder, then to your waist, you remembered the ‘somewhat.’

Yes, of course it couldn’t be left at that, wouldn’t be so simple as forcing you into humility just once.

You knew that full well. These checks of obedience after an act of disobedience never came solitary, and the desire for that subservience to be affirmed was not easily satiated. It would only grow deeper, an increasing hunger for your subservience. Pushing your pride further and further down, carving into your personhood and whittling away anything deemed unfitting. It would only go further, debasing you in increasingly violating ways.

You felt a gnawing in your stomach. You hadn’t thought of that part, in the moment, but the realization now made your heartrate begin to accelerate once more.

His eyes drifted downward.

“…Ah, right. The clothes you’re wearing, we need to have a servant wash them for you. Just set them by the door for now.”

You looked down. You hadn’t even bothered to think about it until now, having been so preoccupied with other thoughts, but indeed, the oh-so-nice and expensive clothing you’d been so lovingly lavished with, was now fully coated in grime and dirt.

At the same time, your immediate instinct was to protest the idea, knowing the intent. He wasn’t going to get you a replacement — which he himself would need to do, seeing as all of your clothing was, no doubt deliberately, kept outside the bedroom itself, and it had been established early on that you were to rely on him or servants to fetch whatever he would have you wear that day for you. Was the command too, then, intentional?

The very moment you even asked yourself the question, though, came the immediate answer, making you feel foolish for even questioning it. Of course it was intentional, planned — what wasn’t, anymore, in your life? You remembered looking back, on the day you were brought here, thinking over the past with borderline horror at the realization of how intricately detailed and precise every detail had been in his effort — what you now were certain was a premeditated plan — to get your family to call off the years-long betrothal you’d already been in, and marry you off to him instead. That realization of it all had kept you rightfully afraid of him, knowing he was always one step ahead of whatever you might attempt.

The corners of your mouth pulled taut with embarrassment, and you pulled your hands in towards your chest again, elbows pressed firmly to your sides. “That’s…”

He caught a glimpse of your face, and in turn smiled, an amused sort of expression. “Come on now,” he took a step towards you, reaching out and grasping at your hands, pulling them out of their defensive position, “even now, you’re still so shy over this?”

“I— no, I’m not—” you cut off, teeth clacking together as you snapped your mouth shut when his hands released yours, instead moving around to the binding ties of your outfit, pulling the knot apart.

You held your hands up to the level of your shoulders, bent at the elbow, fingers curled as if preparing to reach forward, to grasp at his hands, to do something.

But you didn’t.

The exchange was itself a means of conversation, communicating something not fully articulable by word alone. Violating your comfort and dignity, baring you to him, those things themselves were an assertion, a statement. To interrupt would be to challenge that assertion, to deny him. And perhaps it was, in part, also a test, a question of whether or not you would dare to deny the unspoken statement.

As the silk strands came undone, the first layer gave way to the second, and pulling apart that knot caused the fabric bound by it to slide apart, exposing your bare skin to the cool air.

An unspoken reminder that your body was not your own, that any right to autonomy and privacy you might have beyond this room, no longer existed within it. Access to you was not a privilege granted by your permission, but an inherent right, provided by the very contract that legally bound you to him.

The casual, unhesitating manner with which you were stripped down only emphasized that that very reality itself was not something to be regarded as of any great significance, but a fact accepted as readily as any other. Exposing you, touching you, exercising that unconditional access to your body was given no greater thought than utilizing any of one’s possessions.

There was nothing he could ever say to you, nor adequate words to even exist, to fully encapsulate the degree to which you were owned — but with that gesture, you understood all the same.

And even though the humiliation of the reminder made your eyes burn, made you bite your lip, you lowered your hands to your side. An admission of defeat, surrender.

It did not go unnoticed. He smiled.

“Very good. You’re behaving much better today than I anticipated.”

Another moment of praise. He was genuinely pleased. You could see it and hear it through his face and voice.

Were it on any other matter, you might have felt proud to be praised in such a sweet, charming voice. If the praise were on something you actually wanted to achieve.

And then, his eyes trailed downward, running over your body, taking in each detail. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze settled on one particular spot.

“You really shouldn't lie to me,” he spoke in a quiet, low voice.

At first, you felt a momentary panic, not quite sure what he even meant, thinking you had somehow made a unintentional transgression. It wasn't until you looked down that you saw the scrape just below your collarbones from your, admittedly unsightly, vigorous resistance upon initial confrontation with the doushin the night prior, having essentially had to have been wrestled down to the concrete street. In hindsight, you were even surprised with yourself for putting up such a fight, but at the time it had just been the instinctive reflex, fueled by desperation.

It all felt distant now, as if further back in time than it was, the memory all blurring together. It was only a very small mark, and had now scabbed up as part of the natural healing process, but as his fingers brushed over the spot, you still tensed at the slight lingering sting.

“It doesn't really hurt,” you replied nonetheless. “It's fine…”

He only straightened back upright, closing his eyes momentarily.

“I suppose I shouldn't have expected common doushin to be able to follow instructions… just so you know, I did specifically say to ensure you weren't hurt in any way.” He turned his gaze downward, hand held to his chin as he added in a low mutter, “I'll be sure to only use private hands in the future, should I need something like this again.”

You shrugged, turning your eyes downward to the floor once more. Really, you wanted to not have to think about the incident any further, the mere memory stirring up embarrassment, which did not combine well with your already vulnerable state. “It's fine. It's not a big deal,” you grumbled. After a moment of hesitation, feeling another urge of spite, you added, “it wouldn't have happened if you didn't… do all that.”

He huffed in exasperation, but was quiet for the moment, seemingly composing his thoughts before replying.

“Don’t be disagreeable. We've discussed this. I care for you dearly, but that does not mean that you are exempt from expectations to behave.”

He always gave you that line — that a behavioral matter of yours had been previously ‘discussed,’ which merely meant he'd told you not to do something, or behave a certain way. That was the end-all-be-all — whatever you were told was set in stone the moment it left his mouth, and transgressing against the standard that was set was often treated as if you’d forgotten, as if it slipped your mind, the idea of intentional and deliberate disobedience being something unthinkable to such a degree that simply having done so by accident were more believable to him — and perhaps you ought be grateful for that.

You clamped your jaw shut, turning your head downward.

His gaze turned back to your body.

“…Your nerves are unsettled.” His hand slid it's way down your side, the feeling of touch lingering in a trail behind as his palm brushed over the curvature of your waist. “See, that's what causes these irrational episodes of yours. Stress, overexcitement. It just… builds naturally for you, over time.” After a moment, taking in your expression, he added, “it's nothing to feel bad about, dear. I don't mind helping you with it at all… I'm glad I can do so, really. I worry about how you'd manage without having me to help.”

You hesitated before giving a response. “What… what do you mean? I'm not… irrational…”

It was as if your words went in one ear and out the other, continuing on without responding to your objection. “But again, I failed to keep it in check this time, so this was ultimately my own fault… I'll have to make a note to be more thorough.”

His hand grasped at your waist, pulling you close. His other hand reached up, cupping your breast. He looked over towards your shared bed.

“Come on. Let's get you in bed.”

“Huh? But—”

His grip tightened. “Don't be difficult.”

Your stomach began to churn. You were still angry. The last thing you wanted was to go through what was essentially a humiliation ritual. There was something about the act itself — at least, between the two of you — that made you feel embarrassed and ashamed. The inherent vulnerability, for one, but moreover, because you knew the intent, you knew the way he viewed it in his mind, could practically feel the sentiment. An act of claiming, an exchange of power in which your loss of dignity became his gain of pride and control. Carving into your very personhood, marking you as something belonging to him.

Your opened your mouth, but whatever you intended to say was cut off by your small noise of surprise as you were pulled forward, in a manner that was somehow so gentle in touch, yet forceful enough to move your whole body towards his. His arm wrapped around your frame, the other positioning itself underneath your thighs before lifting you up and moving down to sit.

You fidgeted, tried to pull away — but his grip tightened, as much to secure you as it was a warning, telling you to hold still.

“It's for your sake. This will help you… you may not realize that yet, but you’ll thank me, I promise.”

His hands moved to your hips and turned you so that your back rested against his chest.

“As I was saying, you simply… build stress and neurosis, naturally. It's not your fault, really. You're just sensitive to changes, stressors... Every individual has at least some… defects in their nature.”

His hands retracted, and there was a brief rustling sound before they returned to your skin, now ungloved, flesh on flesh. The contact sent sparks through your nerves.

“That's why people pair with those they are compatible with. They fill each other's needs, compliment each other’s natures… I’m obligated to take those defects and resolve them.”

He gave you a smile — you couldn't see it, but could feel it as his lips pressed softly against your neck. Warm, full of sincerity and adoration.

“I wouldn’t do that if it weren’t out of care… and you in turn provide me with something that needs care and guidance. I enjoy having that.”

For all his attempts at soothing words and the gentleness of the touch, you knew in your heart that there was no doubt that that was part of the intent — to humble you, to tame you and make you docile, to make you submit. Forcing you to such a vulnerable state and inflicting reactions of pleasure was itself an act of exerting power and control.

It was, in a way, remarkable, that the human spirit could not only be broken by both brutal cruelty, but equally — or, perhaps even more effectively — eroded away with a gentle voice and touch, humiliation so deeply intertwined with affection that they became impossible to distinguish from each other, forming a unique sentiment that was both one and the other.

You were endearing to him, but that affection for you was like a venom that ran through your veins — an affection that diminished you, reduced you to some inhuman possession, a toy to be manipulated in any way he desired.

It made you feel sick. It made you feel angry, it tormented your psyche—

Your thoughts were turned to a haze as his fingers rolled your nipple between them. You inhaled a sharp gasp, back arching forward.

Processing your own reaction, embarrassment took place of the momentary pleasure, and your face felt hot. You reached an arm up instinctively to cover your breasts, pulling away from the touch.

“…We've had this conversation before, haven't we?” He reached up, grasping your jaw with a grip just firm enough to communicate a warning.

You swallowed and, albeit not without just a moment of hesitation, lowered your arm. You looked down, breasts now exposed fully. “I'm… sorry…”

He gave you a hum of approval, returning to the former fondling, fingers playing with the sensitive flesh. You bit your lip, breathing growing labored.

After a few minutes, his hands wandered downward, slowly, softly, down to your thighs, then back up over your hips, where they finally settled.

“Touch yourself.”

The command caught you off-guard. Your eyes widened. “…What?”

“Before I help you,” he murmured, “I want to see what you will do for me. That's only fair, don't you think?” He squeezed at your waist.

“Prove to me…” he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear, “that you know your place. Do as I say.”

You swallowed.

It was in your best interest to obey.

You reached down slowly, shivering as your fingers brushed over your clit. You pressed down, beginning to rub your outstretched fingers back and forth. With your other hand, you reached up, tweaking your nipple just enough to send pleasure through your nerves.

“There you go.” He pulled you a bit closer to him, so your bodies were firmly pressed together. He craned his neck, no doubt catching your abashed, embarrassed expression.

Not that he would give you any words of comfort on that matter, tell you not to feel embarrassed. He only smiled, grasping your hair and forcing your head to turn, pressing your mouth to his. It was only a short contact, parting with the softest of sounds.

His grip on your hip tightened, and you realized why he’d pulled back when he spoke.

“Don’t stop.”

You hadn’t realized you had, too focused on the slight surprise to being kissed. You took a shuddering breath, and resumed the motion. Your eyes closed, heightening your senses — the sensation of each touch and the shockwaves it sent through your core to every nerve in your body.

Your breathing quickly became labored. Even if you were inducing the sensation itself, it was good. You bit your lip as a soft, weak little sound came out of your throat, unable to refrain from vocalizing at the intensity of the feeling.

“Not just like that.” One of his hands reached down to your thigh, hand wrapping around the underside of it and pulling it to the side, spreading you open further. “Go on.”

“Mm…” You couldn’t summon any particular words, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations — the heat to your face and knot in your stomach at the shameless way your body was so exposed, at the feeling of being watched as if the act were a performance, and the haze of arousal that rapidly began to cloud your judgement, obscuring the feeling of discomfiture, drowning your inhibition.

Even without the pleasure compromising your hesitation, you didn’t want to think about the alternatives if you refused to obey — this was thus far, comparatively, far from the worst consequences you’d ever received for acting out.

You reached down further, pushing two of your fingers past the slick coating your flesh and inside your body, curling them into the spot that made you tense, made your muscles spasm, over and over, each movement sparking a rush that surged throughout your body.

Each breath was a deep gasp. Your toes curled, your muscles went taut and your insides clenched around your own fingers.

But something was missing.

It was pleasurable, but there just wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. The sensations were too weak.

Your body had been conditioned something more, and this was not comparable.

Sweat began to accumulate on your skin as you kept curling your fingers, desperately chasing a high. His arm moved from your hip to wrap around your waist, pressing another kiss to your neck.

You tried. Frustration began to build. Your eyes watered as you curled your fingers as hard as you could, pressed as far in as they would go, down to the knuckle.

It wasn’t deep enough.

It wasn't what you were used to. Your fingers were too short, just short of reaching that one perfect spot that made you lose yourself in pleasure, melting to a mewling mess.

You shuddered. You couldn’t reach a climax, no matter how hard you tried to focus. Even without orgasm, though, your exertion reached a peak you couldn’t carry on further from, and your fingers stopped moving as you went limp, trying to catch your breath, frustration and desperation nearly enough to make you cry. Your head fell back, eyes closed as you panted.

You could feel the corners of his mouth upturn against the flesh of your neck.

“…Is something wrong?”

Your jaw clenched, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

That was the other goal of it, besides proving yourself to him — it was also to prove something to you. Something you didn’t want to admit out loud, something that made your chest swell with bitterness just to admit to yourself, much more so to do so aloud.

“I can’t… I can't do it.”

“Mm.” He pulled you further back against him. “Then, what do you need?”

The tingling sensation, the desperate need, the remnant frustration of lost pleasure, was too much to bear. You swallowed your pride, closing your eyes as you forced the words out.

“…I need you to do it…”

You were expecting him to say something in return, but for a moment, he was only quiet. He began to drum his fingers back and forth against your waist.

“Is that so?”

You nodded again, which seemed to be to his displeasure—

“Use your words.”

“Yes…” You swallowed.

You waited, but no touch came.

“Hm. How odd.” His voice was low and quiet, but unmistakably derisive. “You seemed to think you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself, running off like you did.”

Your eyes welled with tears. You shook your head back and forth, unable to bring yourself to speak.

“No?” His hand trailed downward until it ghosted over your sex, the lightest of touches, borderline torment. “Then, you can't do this for yourself?”

“…No…”

He moved his face even closer, speaking directly into your ear.

“Then what do you say? Tell me exactly what you need. Show me.”

You swallowed. The burning of humiliation in your chest was almost too much to bear. Had your insides not still been alight with the wavering, tight feeling of need, your pride would have outweighed your desire. But in that moment, it did not.

You spread your still-quivering legs wide apart.

“…Please touch me.”

“Mm. And what do you want from that? For how long?”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“I want to cum.”

Finally — finally — his fingers pressed down against your clit, enough pressure to send waves of pleasure up your spine.

“There, see…” He pressed another kiss to your face. “Aren't things so much easier when you just choose to be honest?”

You nodded. “Yes. I… I’m sorry…”

He gave a low hum of acknowledgement. “This stubbornness is just your nature.” His fingers slid back and forth, gracing the bundle of nerves with friction. “But that can be fixed.”

You bit your lip. “I… I’m not— ah—”

One motion of his hand was particularly firm, the sensation it sent through your nerves so intense it was almost painful. Your hands shot forward, grasping at his wrist.

It was only when the motion stopped that you realized you’d erred — it was a habit of reflexively grabbing at his hands when a sensation was too intense, trying to pry them off — something he very much did not like you doing.

Sure enough, he sighed, frustration blatantly evident. You jerked your hands away, but it was already too late to take back the first offense.

“…Now,” he started, “Can you refrain from doing that again, or do I need to bind them?”

“I…” you paused, realizing you genuinely needed to think it through. You weren’t certain if you could abstain.

You felt him shift back, leaning away from your body.

“Well, that’s enough of an answer itself.”

You heard the rustling of clothes, felt movement behind you, and you turned your head over your shoulder just in time to see as he pulled off first the top layer, then the undershirt over his head and off his body. You made a soft sound as he then pushed down on your back with a firm touch, forcing you to lean forward, grasping at your hands and pulling them behind your back — firmly, enough to be a clear message to not try to dissuade him, but your pride, weak as it was, still couldn't let it happen with no objection at all.

“Wait, wait, I can do it, I don't need—”

“This is for your sake. Hold still.”

“But I—”

“Be still.” He spoke firmly, but softened his voice as he continued, “It’s not your fault for having that reflex… but you have to train yourself against it. You want to be good, don't you?”

You shut your mouth, nodding as you sounded an answer. “Mm-hm…”

Cloth wrapped tightly around your wrists, using one sleeve to bind them together. Not enough of a bind that you couldn’t break out with some effort, but just enough to keep you from reflexively trying to interfere.

“Now where were we…”

You were pulled back once more, perhaps even closer. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back.

And his hand quickly moved back down, and the bliss of shockwaves of pleasures overcame you once more. You whimpered, biting your lip.

His fingers pressed more firmly, rubbing circles into the nub, and for a moment, your wrists jerked against the bind as the reflex kicked in. It was too much at once, but now, you were prevented from doing anything about it. As he began to rub in circular motions, your body shuddered, and an involuntary moan came out of your throat — a wanton, shameful sound, laced with pleasure and lust.

“There you go.” You could feel him speak, shuddering at the vibration of his chest against your back and the warm breath against your ear. His other hand rolled your nipple between a finger and thumb. “Give into it.”

Your body trembled against his touch, and jolted as his own fingers pressed inside of you. His were longer, and the touches firmer, and the result was a degree of pleasure you were simply incapable of replicating on your own.

As much as you hated it — hated to think it, hated to acknowledge it, hated to try and not acknowledge it as the reality prodded at the back of your mind — he made you feel better than anything you had ever experienced, better than anything you could ever make yourself feel.

You whimpered, toes and fingers curling. Your hips moved, a rolling motion to meet each pressing movement.

A singular motion, and singular sound, both of which you near-immediately caught yourself doing, having been too lost in the feeling to think clearly. You cut off your voice and went still, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t.” He didn’t stop moving his fingers as he spoke, instead pressing down with harsh force, essentially pulling you back closer to him with the hand partially inside you. “Holding yourself back like that is another form of dishonesty.”

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut, but unable to form a response before he continued.

“And you wouldn’t want,” the fingers that had been gently tweaking at your breast pinched down hard, a momentary spark of pain and the lowering of his voice making you go tense, “to make this unpleasant because you couldn’t be good for me, would you?”

You shook your head back and forth with vigor. There were many punishments in your domestic repertoire that were unpleasant, and the thought of any of them made your heart skip a beat. “No, no, I don’t… want that…”

“Then you’re going to be honest, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise…”

“Mm.”

He kept rubbing his thumb against your clit, even in perfectly synched timing to each motion his fingers curled inward inside of you.

It was so pleasurable, so intense, it made you angry. Mad that he was capable of it, mad that his control over your body was greater than your own, and most of all, mad that he did it with such ease, effortless, that making you come undone entirely was something he mastered without ever being taught.

That pleasure began to build and build. You squirmed and whimpered, muscles throughout your body tensing and relaxing over and over. Your hips rolled into his hand. Each movement built the pressure in your body higher and higher, rapidly reaching a peak.

The edge that climax made you quiver, body and legs trembling.

“There it is…” his voice was so soft and gentle, soothing in a way it had no right to be.

The noise that came out of your mouth was nearly animal-like, a whimpering cry as you threw your head back, quivering and spasming. The waves of sensation pulsated throughout your body, reaching a peak and then beginning to ebb away.

You went limp, bodyweight falling back against his chest, heaving with heavy breaths. Your head felt as if it were spinning, and you stared forward in a dull stupor, body trembling with aftershock.

You twitched at the feeling of his fingers sliding out of you, with a wet squelching sound that made you shiver.

“Look at that…”

He spread his fingers apart, clear fluid forming a trail between them. You bit your lip, tilting your head downward in a futile attempt of avoidance of what you knew well came next — but that effort was quickly negated as he grabbed your jaw, turning your head back up and squeezing your face.

“Open.”

The force of the grip as he squeezed down more or less forced your jaw apart anyway. You didn't even get to take a breath before he pushed his fingers into your mouth, salty taste spreading over your tongue.

“Clean them off.”

Maybe it was a way of forcing you to acknowledge your own bodily reaction, even if you tried to deny it to yourself. Maybe it was much simpler than that — just another way to degrade you, or something simply arousing for him because it just was.

You complied nonetheless. Your tongue swirled around each finger, sucking and swallowing the taste of yourself. Even as he pulled his fingers back out, a string of saliva connected them to your tongue.

And then, after wiping his fingers off on the fabric around his thigh, he returned the arm to your waist, pulling you close, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“See… so much more at ease now, aren't you?”

That was one way to put it. You couldn't even bring words to your mind. Even processing what he said felt like a significant effort. Everything felt far away, your mind like a blank slate, numb and empty. Your body was even more exhausted, totally lax aside from involuntary twitches.

You made a soft sound as he turned your body to the side, just enough to look you face-to-face. Looking down at your watery eyes as they met his, the stupor in your expression, even as your brain began to clear, as if a machine turning back on after a few moments of darkness.

And he smiled. It was soft, full of endearment. And belittling. It was not made any better by the small chuckle he gave, patting the top of your head.

It burned in your chest, down into your stomach.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your lower lip quivered, an admittedly petulant pout. Shame formed a knot in your stomach. Disappointment in yourself, ending up like this again after swearing so many times over that this one would be the last, the last time you'd come apart so easily, the last time you'd find yourself spent and susceptible to the touch that seemed as if it were designed for your body.

And he laughed. An amused chuckle, patting your head.

“Mm. I had a feeling that wouldn't be quite enough.”

He leaned in, firmly grasping at your arms as you tried to squirm, bringing his mouth so close to yours, forehead resting against yours.

“But, that does admittedly work out for my sake.”

You grunted in surprise as he hooked his arm under your legs again, this time only lifting you just enough to set you down onto the padding of your bed, gently pushing on your shoulders until you were flat on your back, arched over your hands bound behind you.

“A-ah, I…” You swallowed, grasping at the sheets to the best of your ability. It was nothing you weren't anticipating, but the vulnerability made you tense.

It didn't help that he paused any motion, eyes trailing over your body, before reaching down and running his hands over your flesh, one moving to grip at your waist, the other your opposite hip. You couldn’t reach to cover yourself, forced to lay bare and vulnerable. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, but firm hands grabbed at the undersides, pushing them apart and positioning himself between them so you couldn’t close them again.

The former act was not enough. Putting you through the ordeal of being made to wait in jail like a child in time-out was not enough, exposing your body was not enough, toying with your body and forcing an acknowledgement of his own control was not enough.

Your lip trembled.

But anger still pervaded through your negative emotions. It compelled your courage, you felt defiance surging up. You had to look him in the eye, tell him exactly what you felt, tell him you knew what he was doing and push him off, then, maybe then you'd have the satisfaction of some sense of control.

You could do it. You had to.

“You… you're just doing the same thing as before!” Your eyebrows furrowed. “You’re trying to, to—”

“Again with this?” He tilted his head. “I really wish you wouldn’t assume such ill intent. This is how people love each other… you know that.”

You bit your lip. You almost, for just a second, fell for it, almost felt guilty. You shook your head forcefully, clearing your mind of the thought.

“No, I won't let you—”

And with that, there was a rapid shift in expression. His eyes narrowed in a piercing, foreboding look. You went silent.

Your shoulders stiffened. The words came out on impulse, resolve of defiance broken as quickly as it had formed. “I'm— I'm sorry—”

Dammit.

For once, the dark expression did not shift back to pleasant as soon as you apologized — an indicator of having gone too far. His hand slowly reached up, this time not in a loving caress or gentle-but-firm grip, but outright harsh grip on your jaw.

“You…”

He tilted his head forward to more directly look you in the eye. His voice was low and cold, making your heart race further.

“Do not ‘let’ anyone do anything.”

His fingertips pressed into your flesh, squeezing your face between them.

“I know you understand your place. Don’t behave as if you don’t.” Finally, his voice softened as he finished, “I can’t help you if you keep fighting me every step of the way. So… you’ll control yourself, won’t you?”

You swallowed, nodding your head, twitching as the motion made his fingernails dig into your cheeks.

“You know I don’t like being so harsh with you, don’t you?”

You nodded again.

“Good.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours. Only for a short, chaste moment, but a slow, sensual motion nonetheless. You closed your eyes, tuning out the rustling clothes, heavily breathing with anticipation.

“You’ll have to forgive me for this. This whole ordeal has been stressful for me as well.”

You didn’t get time to ask what he meant — he rammed himself into you all at once, completely stuffing your body in one rough, forceful motion.

You cried out, back arching and body stiffening. You felt your insides clamp down, pulsating against the intrusion.

His hands tightened their grip on your waist, holding you still as the momentary sting ebbed away.

“There you go… calm down.”

You felt him slide out, then push back in, the latter movement sending sparks of sensation running up your spine, causing you to go tense all over again.

Your breathing became ragged, legs twitching and spasming at the sensation. You tried, without thinking, to snap them shut, but it only resulted in effectively squeezing his waist with you thighs.

The intensity of the sensation naturally induced a reflex of strain and exertion to your muscles, a need to channel the feeling through your body, causing your toes to curl, your thighs clamping down harder, quivering at the bare touch of flesh to flesh. You closed your eyes, but couldn't drown out the sound of skin making contact to yours, the sound itself increasingly accompanied by a wet squelching as skin met fluid with each passing second, leaking out of your body.

“You're so much more honest like this.” You could hear just the slightest strain in his voice, otherwise so very composed to perfection. “So meek… it's lovely. Once that resistance in you is fixed… you'll be perfect.”

You could see the corners of his mouth upturn into a look of amusement.

“You should see yourself.”

Your body stiffened, but all you could do was whimper. The words felt like a cold knife to the stomach — and you knew he knew that. Knew that that moment was you at your must vulnerable, the peak of awareness of your own helplessness, the moment you felt the most degraded, and yet, it still wasn't enough.

He leaned in close, speaking directly into your ear, so close you could feel the warmth as he spoke, never ceasing to move all the while.

“Whimpering and drooling like that,” he murmured. “You're trembling… and that expression on your face is so adorable. Like you can't even think straight.” He leaned back up, enough to look you in the eye — now welling with tears.

And again, he only smiled.

“How precious.”

His hands ran down your body, grabbed at your hips, and began to pull you, jerking your body back and forth to meet his own movements.

It was too much. Even with the knot of emotion in your stomach, you felt a hot, tingling pressure build in your body. Your legs quivered, the wanton little sounds from your throat higher and higher.

You didn't want that. It was the final part of this ritual that so demeaned you, one more confirmation of his control of you. You pressed your hands into the mat, trying to push yourself back — but it was only met with a harsh pull, forcing your body back until you practically slammed against his hips.

“Don't fight.”

It was the last thing you heard. You threw your head back as the sensation became overwhelming, back arching and eyes rolling back as the feeling reached a peak. You could only faintly register the high-pitched sound that sounded as if it couldn't be you, a voice you didn't recognize.

And then it began to ebb away. A hazy stupor filled the void as the pleasure dissipated, a feeling of exhaustion. Your weight went limp.

You made a soft sound as he grasped your jaw again, turning your head just enough to place another kiss to your lips.

“There you go. Look at you now… all that stress and in you, totally gone. You can see it in your eyes, even.”

He paused before adding,

“Well, gone for now. I'll have to start monitoring for it more closely.”

You shuddered at the sensation as he slid out of you, fluid spilling out onto the sheets.

You felt him reach behind you, untying your wrists — you brought your arms to the front of your body, but the forearms only laid useless, having fallen asleep from your weight.

He came to rest beside you, upper body slightly propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand, looking down at you with adoration and endearment.

And you were so, so weak. So much weaker than you wished you were, body, mind and spirit alike. So weak that, in the rush of emotions that followed, you found yourself slowly crawling forward, burying your face against his chest with a pathetic little noise.

“Poor thing. Maybe that was a bit too much for you…”

His arm reached behind your back and pulled you close, and the comfort you felt seemed to melt your mind into nothingness.

“You should rest for a while,” he continued, “then we'll get you cleaned off. We have a few hours before you'll need to be ready.”

After a moment to process the words, you tilted your head up with the softest of inquisitive noises. The cold, creeping dread began to spread through your stomach once more.

He seemed to realize, then, that you didn’t understand.

“Ah, right, you wouldn't have known.” He reached out with the hand he wasn’t leaning on, brushing his fingers over your scalp. “While you were gone, I sent someone to arrange a house visit with a psychiatrist… a private one that works for families such as ours.”

His words certainly didn’t help soothe your nerves. Your mouth felt dry. Your voice came out weak, hesitant, part of you not wanting to ask, lest you learn an unpleasant answer.

“…Why?”

He tilted his head in just the slightest, loose strands of hair shifting and waving with the motion. “Well, keeping your needs in check does help with your condition, but I’ve realized it would do you good to have a secondary means to treat your hysteric tendencies as well.”

“My…” You swallowed. “My what?” The words slowly pieced together in your mind, hitting you with a sense of dread and confusion. You squirmed backwards, shifting just a bit away from him. “There's… nothing wrong with me…”

“Of course, of course, there’s nothing wrong, that’s…” He spoke in a reassuring sort of tone, as if to comfort you. “…A harsh choice of phrasing. You just need some help, is all.” After a moment of pause, he added, “don't worry, it's perfectly normal that you aren't self-aware of it. That's usually how these illnesses work.”

His arm reached out further, pulling you back towards him, pressing your bodies together before he continued.

“He’s just required to see you in-person for a little while before giving you anything. Regulations and all. We’re just going to get you something to make you a little more… docile.”

His arm wrapped around your body, and he pulled his head back just a bit to look you in the eye, smiling with endearment.

“Ah, I can tell by your face that you’re nervous. Don’t worry, I'll be there throughout the whole thing… I'll answer any questions, you just sit there quietly, alright?” He pulled you a bit closer, planting an affectionate, short kiss to the top of your head. “I know that sort of thing is a lot on your nerves.”

If your trembling could be felt, he didn’t say anything about it, only carrying on with his gently-spoken words.

“We won’t have to worry about you having these… irrational escapades anymore. And you’ll be so much happier, too.”

You felt his hand on your back, firmly in place — you were pressed so close together that there was no need to pull you any closer, but perhaps he wanted to be sure you couldn’t pull away.

“So… rest for now, alright?”

Mind and heart alike racing, in your stupor, you let the pause linger for too long. The hand on your back began to close in on itself, fingernails brushing against your skin just enough to send the faintest of pains up your spine.

You had no strength left in you to give anything other than the correct answer.

“Okay...”

He only gave you a hum of acknowledgement, and began to stroke your back up and down, a pattern that should have been comforting and soothing, yet was anything but. Exhaustion wore on your body, but even as you forced yourself to close your eyes, true rest was nowhere to be found.

#awful men portraying themselves as selfless/benevolent >>>>>#genshin smut #.ay

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Cough cough- I’m gonna need some more yandere Geto- (thank you your fics have kept me alive😭)

[cws] yandere. gn reader -> reader was turned into a curse. mahito being his usual self. took some creative liberties w/getou’s absorbing technique thingamajig.

[an] let’s pretend that kenjaku never possessed getou’s body, okay? okay!

“Why is Getou the only one with a pet?”

“Because you always end up killing yours the moment you get bored.”

Your skin prickles as the attention in the room shifts to you, and you hug your knees tighter to your chest, eyes gazing out at the crashing waves of the beach. Impossible. This should all be impossible - this apartment, these people, these creatures.

It didn’t make any sense, but you had learned to overlook it, somewhat. You had been in Getou’s grasp for years now, and when he had slaughtered the people of your village, that’s when you had first been given a look of the once thought impossible. Monsters —curses, he always corrected— had run rampant through the village, some big and some small, some with razor sharp teeth and some with gums that were coated in some vile acid, some with humanoid bodies and others with bodies so deformed it didn’t seem right to call it a body in the first place.

Your parents and younger siblings had been killed in front of you. Their pained and horrified screams had nearly burst your eardrums, and the way they had reached out for you in their last moments had broken your heart, and then you had died right alongside them.

A curse had sunken its teeth into your throat, and the pain had been like you had never felt before. It had been hot, searing, throbbing, agonizing, and you hadn’t even been able to make a sound besides a bloody gurgle. You had died full of fear, despair, terror, and that’s all you had felt since you had been born again.

Getou called you a ‘curse’, explained the basics to you with a patient smile on his face and an oddly admiring gleam in his eye. He had killed you that night, and the whirlwind of negative emotions you had felt at the moment of your death had regretfully brought you back.

The sound of footsteps approaching you makes your head lift, and you suck in a low breath when you see Mahito’s mismatch eyes peering into your own.

“Hello~” He sings, one hand reaching out to pat the top of your head, and when he gets a giddy look on his face, you know that he’s thinking about using his technique on you, the same technique that you had seen mutilate countless humans. “Getou won’t be back for a while…do you want to have a little fun with me while we wait?”

“Knock it off, Mahito.” A burning hot sphere flies inches from your nose, and you jerk back with a yelp, hand immediately raising to rub to where it had singed your skin. “It’s off limits.” You don’t bristle at the way Jogo refers to you, you had grown used to it over the years. Besides, you preferred a dehumanizing ‘it’ (but you weren’t human anymore, were you?) rather than the pet names that Getou called you. Those are what still got a reaction out of you; a grimace when it was tossed your way in greeting, a shudder when it was accompanied with a touch of his fingers against your skin, and a choked sob when it was breathed into your ear in the dead of night.

“I’m not gonna kill it,” Mahito rolls his eyes, and a pathetic sound leaves you when his fingers curl into your hair and shake your head around. “I’m just gonna play with it — I’m bored, Jogo.”

You find yourself wishing that Getou would come back, despite his suffocating presence whenever he was near, and if the world was finally in your favor, the creak of the front door is heard.

The tight grip that Mahito had on you loosens, and you wince as he pats at your sore scalp, his eyes going over your shoulder. “Getou. You’re back.”

“You sound disappointed, Mahito.” Getou nears, and despite yourself, a wave of relief washes over you, your body slowly inching away from Mahito. You’d prefer Getou over the kill-hungry curse any day, choosing the softer evil over the crueler one. “Were you planning to do something to them in my absence?”

“Nothing permanent.” He giggles, and you finally stand up, half of your body shielded behind Getou as you grip at his robes with shaking hands. You notice that his hair smells nice, as if freshly washed, and your brows furrow when you recognize the scent as one you used to frequently use on yourself. “Just something to entertain me. It’s so boring in here, Getou. Jogo is such a stiff, and Choso only ever talks about his weird brothers.”

Mahito’s voice is whining as he complains, and you watch him with weary eyes, silently urging Getou to hurry and brush him off. The curse was unsettling, always making his interest to cause you harm blatantly clear. You were aware that Getou was the only thing keeping him from you, and as much as it made you sick to do so, you desperately clung onto him whenever Mahito was in the vicinity.

Seeking protection in the man that had slaughtered your entire village, your family. How ironic.

“And this one isn’t boring to you?” Getou’s hand closes around your wrist and then he’s tugging you in front of him, his other hand splaying itself over your stomach as he keeps you still.

“Quite the opposite,” Mahito grins, and you cower back into Getou’s chest when he leans in closer. “I think they’re the cutest, funniest thing—aha, look at their face!” His finger pushes into your cheek.

“Getou,” you’re on the verge of sobbing, and you feel his chest vibrate against your back as he lowly chuckles.

“Getou?” He questions, and when Mahito starts ‘walking’ his fingers down the slope of your neck, his eyes trained on the way your chest rises and falls with your frenzied breaths, your hands fly to where Getou is touching your stomach through your clothing.

“Suguru, please.”

“Such a sweet, powerless thing.” He coos, and then darkness is enveloping your vision as he hunches over you, ink black hair cascading around you and blocking out Mahito. His hand leaves you next, and you tilt your head up, Getou’s eyes meeting your own as he smiles.

His arms tighten around you, the solid muscles hidden behind baggy clothing keeping you pinned against him, and you don’t struggle as he pulls you into him. The process of merging with Getou isn’t a pleasant one, but you find yourself pushing harder against him, Mahito’s voice a distant echo as you become one with the origin of all your griefs.

“I’ll shield you for as long as you need me to.”

#getou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk

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yanxidarlings · 2 months

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YANDERE TWD

REUNITED (yandere! big brother! merle dixon x male reader x yandere! big brother daryl dixon) (yandere! gareth x male reader) (rick grimes x male reader if you squint) NOTES: fair warning, this is some descriptive disturbing shit merle dixon counts as a warning on his own as well. this went in many directions i originally set out for yandere headcanons for the two, then got into the terminus arc, and ended with some pretty vague alluding to yandere. might write a part two)

imagine obsessive! possessive! big brothers! merle and daryl dixon. the dead begin to walk and they keep the darlin safe, meeting up with the atlanta camp. but the brothers won't let anyone get close to the darlin, not dale, not carl, certainly not shane or lori.

somehow, the darlin ends up going with glenn into the city on a supply run, only for it to go horribly wrong. the darlin insisted they head into a chemist to "look for medications" in case anyone in the camp needed them. but it was a lie. the darlin just wanted to find something to help merle with the inevitable withdrawal he'd go through once his supply of drugs ran out. the chemist is overrun by walkers but the darlin insists. "we can clear it!" they say to glenn "it'll be worth it for m- everyone" the korean gave the other a skeptical look. in the end, there was just too many, glenn thought he saw the darlin go down and reluctantly returned to camp.

"oi! shitface, you think you're a big boy now? can do whatever you want now everything's gon' to shit!" the raspy, harsh voice of merle dixon echoed through the camp. the redneck tramped over to the SUV glenn was parking. he remained silent as he turned the engine off. taking a deep breath, the young man exited the car, staring at the grass.

the older dixon stormed over, aggressively opening every door of the vehicle until he reached the boot. filled with supplies. "where the fuck is m/n" he growled, coming closer to the asian "he better be pullin up in another car" merle spat out. "i- it was" glenn stuttered out, looking like he was about to piss his pants "it wasn't my fault, m/n was being reckless, i had no cho-" CRACK glenn's face was soon bloodied and bruised, merle now on top of him, yelling out profanities as he beat the younger man. "merle!" the others quickly ran to pull the redneck off glenn.

"you fucking ch*ng-ch*ng bastard i'll rip-" merle was pried off glenn, who was now rolling around in agony, his face a bloody mess. "what the fuck happen'd" merle rasped out, although to glenn it sounded like a croak "where is he" merle was still being held back by t-dog and shane as he continued yelling. glenn avoided the rednecks furious gaze "the walkers got him" he finally spoke, looking down.

for a moment it looked like merle was about to cry, for a moment merle himself thought he was going to burst into tears like a sissy. "no he ain't" but instead he picked up his shotgun, and got into the drivers seat of the SUV.

that was how andrea, t-dog, jackie, glenn and morales ended up in the city. that was how merle got handcuffed to a roof by "officer friendly" and that was why daryl yelled in agony on that same roof. in the course of a day, he had lost the two most important people in his life.

but merle had survived by cutting off his left hand, and the darlin had survived by covering himself in walker guts.

"china- no- glenn- don't- help!" the h/c-et screamed, the sound of his own gun firing defeaning his ears. as one went down, another lunged at him, rotten teeth clanking together, desperately trying to knaw into his flesh. but he wouldn't die here. he couldn't. not when merle was 'relying' on him to get drugs. maybe then, the dixons would start to treat him as less of a clueless child and more of an equal.

after taking down a few, m/n jumped behind the counter, rummaging through the medications, looking for anything that might help with the withdrawal, or better, give merle his next fix. more of the dead came at him, but he just kept shooting, stabbing, hitting, anything to cause the fatal damage needed to end the dead's miserable 'life'.

BANG one was down BANG another BANG BANG BANG .. the slide didn't move forward as he shot his way through another round. shit. he was out of ammo "glenn!" he yelled out as a walker fell on top of him, wrestling it's way closer to his skin. all the korean could hear was m/n's screaming. which only attracted more walkers. he saw the medicine that m/n had thrown over the counter before going down, stuffing it into his bag, he creeped up closer to the group of walkers that had acculumated, following the sound of m/n's scream. until it stopped. "m/n?" he uttered under his breath, but the pile of walkers on top of each other told him the other was dead. with tears in his eyes, glenn ran out.

m/n struggled against the strength of the walker. it was freshly turned, he could tell. otherwise it wouldn't be so strong. kicking, punching, reaching for his knife, anything to save himself from becoming one of them. plunging his blade into the side of the walkers head, he quickly slit the once-man's throat. covering his face in the blood. before moving down to the abdomen. cutting it open, letting the walkers rotting insides pour out all over him, the ones that had piled on top soon couldn't distinguish the smell of living flesh from rotting blood.

he went silent, breathing shallowly, hoping, praying, they'd move off him and he could silently slip out. but when he was finally free of the chemist, glenn, the supplies they had gathered, and the SUV were gone.

he walked the dead-ridden streets of the once bustling city, covered in blood, hidden in plain sight. he kept walking (which then turned into a limp after getting hit in the ankle by a flying bullet) becoming weaker with each step, hoping to make his way back to camp. only to come to the end of the trainline leading into suburban atlanta. TERMINUS the building read "those who arrive survive" he heard a feminine voice call out from the speakers. maybe they have gauze. he glanced down at his leg, the sleeve of his shirt he had tied around it now dyed red.

"community for all; sanctuary for all" he saw a young man- perhaps just a little older than m/n was, staring down at him from the window. something felt amiss, off, but m/n had lost so much blood he didn't care. he stumbled towards the train station, stopping and starting as he debated his decision.

daryl, merle.. they'll be wondering he thought to himself, stopping for the 5th time, but i won't make it back he began walking again but they'll be looking for me he stopped, nearly tripping but the sudden lack of motion if i found this place they'll find it too he picked up the pace again, frantically moving towards the gates but- as he stopped himself once more, he finally tripped over. right onto the walker trap the train people had set up. his left ribcage was pierced by the sharp metal pole sticking out of the ground, causing the h/c-et to let out a loud screech.

before he knew it people had come out, the same man that had stared at him through the window moments earlier put his hand on the wound, causing m/n to flinch "we're you trying to get yourself killed?" the man mused, seemingly unphased by the active bleeding out that was happening in front of him. the man spoke more words that were muffled as m/n fell out of consciousness.

it was pitch black when he opened his eyes. not a shred of light to allude to the location. pitch black. m/n's hands brushed her his torso, feeling the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his chest. it all came back to him. the chemist, the walkers, glenn, the train people. he shifted his arms, feeling the thin material he was lated on, and the cold metal it covered. attempting to hoist himself up, pain shot through his body.

letting out a groan, he laid back down, closing his eyes. is this death. it certainly felt like it. the nothingness, the pain, it was all he had ever imagined death to be like. what felt like hours passed, the nothingness was almost comforting, how long had it been since he could lay like this and do nothing with no worries. it was all ended when the creaking of the door signaled to m/n that he was not in-fact dead.

the sudden brightness was blinding "you awake?" a masculine voice spoke. m/n's eyes began burning from the light, "i guess" he replied quietly, his eyes closing. "good" the male put down a plate next to where m/n laid "eat up. i know this isn't the warmest welcome, i would have liked to show you around first" the man chuckled, leaning down, seemingly to get a good look at m/n.

the man- who introduced himself as gareth, began speaking about the community- terminus. that they did whatever they had to for survival, that m/n would have to prove himself loyal if he wanted to become apart of the community. he wasn't sure how to tell this gareth guy that he was leaving as soon as possible to find his group.

the discussion started off normal as m/n finished his food, until gareth started talking about how lonely he was, as the leader of this terminus community. it only got creepier as gareth started to call m/n pretty boy, edging closer to him. m/n doesn't want to know what would have happened if that middld aged lady (gareth's mother), hadn't called the man away.

it quickly became evident to m/n that he was never going to leave. gareth locked him in the pitch black train car for hours on end, opening the door when there were armed men to prevent m/n from trying anything. gareth would sit with him and talk, running his hands over the male's body, stealing kisses, it was a reprehensive routine m/n had become forcibly accustomed to.

it all changed the day the hunters attacked. m/n was in his train car, as usual, listening to the outside screams, wondering if the attackers were dead or alive. he knew they were alive when one pried open the train car door, and threw them self on him. he was then thrown into a cramped train car with other terminus residents, where the hunters hand picked who to assault and slaughter each day. he and gareth spent their days huddled up together, talking about their lives before. had m/n not accepted the hunters offer to leave the train car if he worked for them, gareth wouldn't have lost his mind. but m/n was desperate to get away. from the train car. from terminus. to find his family.

but the hunters caught him trying to leave. they did their absolute worst to him and then threw him back in. when the termites took back terminus, gareth locked the leader of the hunters and m/n into the same train car. "this is what you deserve" he told him, before locking the door shut.

perhaps it was years, perhaps it was months, maybe it was only a few hours. the horrors of the train car began to unfold, as the man who had once led the attack on terminus lost his mind: pouncing on m/n at random, screaming for hours straight, trying to eat m/n alive when they'd be deprived of food, ripping his ear off in hungered insanity. as m/n laid there bleeding from his ear, he decided either i escape or i die. had running worked before? no. was he willing to die trying? not really, but a man would do anything for freedom, and that's what m/n did.

the hunter had fallen asleep, a fatal mistake, as m/n wrapped his hands around the mans unshaven neck and squeezed. within second the man awoke but m/n was relentless, not letting go until the other went limp. i just have to wait now he cried to himself, hands shaking. calming, he began to strip the man of his clothes and use the fabric to restrain his limbs.

waiting for the termites to open the door with the meal made of human flesh felt like an eternity. the familiar sound of metal scratching and creaking filled m/n's ear, who quickly sprung into action.

grabbing the reanimated hunter by the hair, he guided it in the direction of the door, throwing it towards the woman holding their plates. she screeched as the hunters corpse sank it's teeth into her flesh, blood pouring from the wound.

m/n grabbed the woman's gun and bolted as the nearby workers aimed their guns at the walker, taking it down swiftly, but m/n had already gotten out of the train car. hiding behind what once was his cage, he shot at every person who came into view. eventually making his way to the fence, through the woods, he didn't stop running until the sound of gunshots stopped entirely. even then, he kept running. he ran for what felt like hours until his lungs couldn't take it anymore. collapsing onto the dirt, heaving in and out.

woodbury had fallen, it's entire population now living in the prison nearby. rick had relinquished his leadership, insisting the prison be governed by a council. he often went on runs by himself, to get away from it all, to look back on his actions, to find lost survivors. it wasn't everyday rick grimes came across a twenty something perhaps younger male covered in blood, breathing like he had never tasted air before. well, usually the young men were walkers. but this one was very much alive.

"please don't" the male groaned out, eyes wide, as rick approached with a knife. "who are you" he drawled out, kneeling down to get a good look at the other. the young males face was bruised, his hair covered in blood, an ear was missing, and the male was emaciated. "uh" the male seemed to have to think about it, as if he hadn't spoken to another human in years "m/n" he finally puffed out, bringing his hand up to his head, where the left ear once was.

rick's hands brushed m/n hair out of his face, causing the male to flinch away "how many walkers have you killed" the older man finally asked after several moments of silence. m/n just stared at him, as if to say he hadn't been keeping track "how many people have you killed" still, the same look. "water" "what" rick narrowed his eyes. m/n used his free hand to shakily point to the man's bag, where a bottle of water was latched on to the side.

rick was silent as m/n chugged the water down "do you have anything sweet?" "no i don't" "oh" something about the boy felt familiar. didn't glenn mention originally going into atlanta to find a boy with a similar description? maybe it was just that the male reminded him of his own boy in a way, or maybe he had already developed a fondness for m/n. "i have a camp" rick looked m/n in the eye "we have walls, food, a community, a doctor that can look at your wound" he added.

the h/c-et shook his head "not again" rick furrowed his brows "what" the boy started to pick himself up "i gotta, um" he started feeling around the ground for his gun, "gotta go" he finished as he felt the handle of the gun. stuffing the weapon into his belt, he stood up, using a tree as a crutch. "c'mon kid, you're going to die out here" rick leaned forward and took the gun out of the others hand "no im not! give it!" m/n lunged forward, only to awkwardly fall into rick's chest, sinking down back to the ground.

"you've got two bullets left" m/n looked up at rick with a glare "either you come back to my camp with me or i just wasted my water on a dead man" m/n held his glare until the sun got into his eyes. "whatever" he looked down, hoisting himself back to his feet with the help of rick's hand.

daryl squinted his eyes as the evening sun glared down, merle had stolen his motorcycle. again. the older dixon was always going off on fun runs without informing anyone beforehand. perhaps because the redneck had never really been accepted into the group like daryl was.

taking another bite of his pork chop, daryl grunted at carol who told him to go in and get some rest. but why would he want to rest when all he could think of when his mind was unoccupied was his baby brother, the boy he had pretty much raised, who was now probably a rotting corpse in atlanta. but daryl still held out hope that m/n had gotten out, that he was safe, that he would find him oneday. this was why he never rested, these thoughts would creep up in the younger dixons head.

the sound of his motorcycle rumbling told him that merle was back. the older dixon sauntered over to daryl, a cigarette sat between his thin lips, "look what you're big brother merle got you, darylina" he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, sliding it into daryls pocket. daryl said nothing, staring into the distance; was that rick? the figure was too far away to discern.

"dad!" carl called out, jogging down. "look what i- m/n?" the young grimes exclaimed as he came closer to the pair. rick carried the half-conscious boy through the gates "you know this guy?" rick looked at carl, who flicked the hair out of m/n's face to get a better look "he was with us back in atlanta, we thought he died on a run"

daryl's heart stopped, did he hear carl right? they were pretty far away. standing up, he threw the pork bone aside and marched towards the two- three. when he finally came close enough to see the persons face, he had to stop himself from tearing up in front of carl and rick "m/n" he uttered out quietly. the father and son came to a halt as he approached "you knew this guy back in atlanta" rick nodded at daryl "'course i did. he's my brother" daryl was quick to take m/n off rick. he wanted to cut the mans arms off just for touching his precious brother.

daryl rushed m/n into the prison, settling him in his cell, "go get hershel" he told carol, who looked just as perplexed as merle did as he walked into the cell. "m/n!? i thought you was dead" he breathed out, shoving daryl out the way, who was quick to push back, both wanting to be as close to their younger brother as possible "where'd you find him" merle looked over at rick, who was standing out front the cell "in the woods, looked like he'd been running"

rick moved aside as hershel came in, merle reluctantly stood up as hershel sat to access m/n's condition. "he's lost a lot of blood" hershel examined the ear hole where the flesh and muscle had been ripped from "we should have bob look at him, but from what i can see he needs bandaging and antibiotics" daryl grunted "i ain't letting no stranger touch him" he ushered hershel away, taking m/n's hand in his own "i found antibiotics on last weeks run, that gon' be enough" merle looked over at the old man, who nodded "we'll have to see how he reacts"

neither daryl or merle left m/n's side whilst waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. it was strange. no one in the prison had ever seen either of them so worried for or attached to someone. but for the six days and nights m/n spent unconscious, his body fighting off the infection from his wounds, recovering from the months of maltreatment.

when m/n finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, daryl was leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the boys face "sleep well?" was the first thing he said after the two had stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "yeah" m/n spoke softly.

"i should have never gone hunting that day" "am i dead" the two spoke in unison. daryl breathed out "no, never gon' let that happen" he shuffled closer, laying down next to the youngest dixon.

daryl stared at m/n intensely, until merle was roused from his sleep "m/n, i told you not to go out of my sight" he grumbled, sitting forward. m/n looked up at the metal frame of the top bunk "i just wanted to get you some narcan" merle stared at him, blinking away tears "didn' have to risk your life for it" he pursed his lips "i ain't worth you dyin'" he added quietly, sitting back, his eyes not leaving m/n's.

the room went silent for a moment "maybe not, but you're my brother" m/n closed his eyes for a moment "do you guys have pop or candy here?" he questioned hopefully. merle let out a chuckle "i found a can on my run today" he chuckled out, before going quiet "i chugged it on the spot"

"you piece of shit!"

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months

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Toji Fushiguro - Going to Spirit Halloween with Toji, Mask kink smut F/M - Fluff and smut HC with male reader - Toji teases you for your small dick, M/M smut - Toji with his innocent gf, smut - Toji's preferred type of woman HC - Toji with a plus sized reader, smut, fluff F/M

Sukuna - King Sukuna takes your virginity F/M - You accidentally summon Sukuna with a ouija board, riding smut F/M - "Little ram" Aries girl smut, F/M - Sukuna with his crybaby gf, smut and fluff - Sukuna telling you to squirt on him F/M - Sukuna with a virgin reader who talks too much F/M

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pynkricee · 4 months

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Permanent Red Stain: Redamancy

Chapter 7

(Warning: strong sexual themes: Rough sex, soft sex, sensitive choso, rough choso, gripping, pulling. Yandere Choso.)

(THE BREAK: This is where everything finally beings to take a turn. Please enjoy the ride.)

After finally letting her guard down, KyiGo and Choso finally fulfill an emotional and physical connection. Will she continue to keep her guard down for choso to climb her mountains of emotion or pull away? Will Choso open up more about his personality and himself?

“Fuuuuuuccckkk Choso baby.. Im..I'm about to cum.. please.. baby.. I..I cant..” Kyi moaned, panting loudly as she dug her nails in my scalp, pulling me to her neck. Her pussy was so wet, her walls gripping my dick as I trusted harder into the bedside. “ Please Cho… Pleeeeesee baby…” She literally began to cry tears of ecstasy..

“Fuck Kyi…” Groaning loudly I snatched her hand from the back of my hand, pinning it above her head, while I used the other hand to keep her leg strapped around my waist. “Don..Don't fuckin run.. this pussy is mine..”

“Yes..Yes, baby..” She cried as her body shook.

“You fuckin.. hear me baby…” Diving into her pussy deeper, I could feel my balls slapping the back of her thick ass as I began to lift her upward off her back, her juices squirting all over my stomach as she clenched the edge of the bed. The bed was shaking violently and creaked as I teased her slowly pulling out and pounding her dripping wet cunt with my throbbing dick. The sight of her whimpering while her breast bounced in the air sent me over the fucking edge. “You're pussy is so fucking wet.. baby..so fuuuuucking wet.. shiiiiit..” I began to pant heavily, as my dick started to swell up inside her fucking tight walls…

“Cho.. Im.. I'm about to fucking cum…” She twitched so hard from my cock slamming into her, she almost fell off the side of the bed. “Fuck….”, Quickly grabbing her waist with my hand, I yanked her into my hips, pounding her harder as her legs spread open, shaking, my dick tip ramming against her g-spot,her cunt grabbing around the skin of it…“Fuuuckkkk baby.. God….Dammmitttt.. not…not yet baby’’ ,she reached her hands up to grab my wrist. “Your…You're so fuckin sexy baby.. cum for me..” I was about to reach my limit as the mattress started to slide off the bed.. “ Cum for me .. please baby.. shiiiit… I'm about to cum..” My nails began to dig into her hips as my final moves became overly aggressive.

“I'm cumming… baby… cho…Im….fuuuuucckk..”

“Shhhhhii Go..” My release was massive as I fell over panting on top of her. Her nails dug into my back as the last of my cum dripped inside her hot pussy which was still clenching my dick for dear life. Her throbbing walls made me shiver as we both finished laid there, as we finished cumming together.

I looked up into her eyes, wrapping my arm under her backside pulling her down from the edge of the bed, kissing the tears that fell from her eyes. My mouth open, panting on her lips as the sweat from my bangs fell on her cheek. “You.. okay baby..?”

“Mhmmm” She mumbled softly as her face was completely flushed as she raised her other hand to try to wipe the rest of the tears that flowed down her other cheek.

“No.. I got you love.” I quickly raised my other hand, caressing my thumb over her cheek, dismissing the wetness that fell from her eyes..

My dick still throbbing inside her, she began to let out the cutest moans as I kissed her lips softly. “What's wrong baby, why are you crying?” I laid my head on her chest, twisting my finger around her curls as her hand gripped the back of my nape.

“...Im.. just happy that's all. It's been a long time since I've felt this way with anyone Cho Cho..” She then let out a large breath looking down making eyes contact with me.

“Hmm” She was so beautiful.. “That's all I want for you is to be happy, Riceey.” (Now, don't laugh.. This was a nickname I gave her recently for her love of rice. Which was ridiculous . So now.. she thinks it's weird and embarrassing but it's the cutest fucking thing ever to me..) “ I… I'll do everything in my power to make sure you always have a smile on her face.” I then raise my thumb to caress softly under her lip as I sat up and stroked her deeply three more times, while I threw my tongue into the back of her throat, kissing her deeply. Moaning harshly as she released her grip from the back of my head.

Slowly pulling out, I saw the rest of her cum slide from her pretty pussy to my bed sheets. My eyes pierced hers as I licked my top fangs wanting more but I could tell she had just about enough. She bit her top lip softly, her legs trembling as they finally rested open on the bed. I jumped out of bed, grabbing my sweat pants off the floor. Pulling up to my waist and tying my hair in a bun, it was time to take care of my lady.

“Ima go run you a hot bath baby..okay?”

“... okay.. cho..” she whimpered softly, wrapping my satin sheets around her body. I couldnt help but notice her messy curly hair fringing up on the top of her head. It was so messy, but sexy as fuck. I smiled, walking to the bathroom, fixing the chain around my neck.

Once i got all her essentials ready, I took my time getting her bath water ran. I wanted it to be the right temperature for her sensitive skin. I knew from her mouth directly, she never really had time to just take a bath because of Luri so while she was with me I made sure to always treat her to one.

I had the counter set with her Aussie hair products she used on a daily, her cocoa baby oil,and her favorite face toner. I also made sure to get her favorite candle from bath and body works, Champagne Toast. A smell that I've actually grown accustomed to because of her. And to top it off a long black satin robe bought just for her from Victoria Secret, brand new with the tags still on it.

I wanted Kyi to know that while she was around me it was okay to relax. I wanted nothing more for her than for her to know her worth.

“You ready baby?” I asked walking out the bathroom back into the bedroom. My eyes caught her getting out of bed at the sound of my voice.

“Yes Cho.. I think I made a mess on your bed..” she said as my silk sheets slid off her body like butter.

“Nah…wait a minute baby..” I ran over and grabbed her bridal style carrying her to the bathroom.

She let out a loud giggle, gripping me tightly.

“Hang on Cho Cho baby… What are you doing? I can walk!”

“Yeah, but with me you don't have to.”

Bending down by the tub, I gently sat her in the tub, releasing her legs as they laid flat.

“Mmmmmm…this is perfect” you said, leaning back into the hot water with your eyes closed as your perfect breast floated to the top. The sense of you finally relaxing, made me relaxed. It was so good to see you this way.

Grabbing a washcloth from the railings of the wall, I kneeled back down next to you, as I rested my arm and head on the side of the tube using the other to gently wash your legs. Your body was even more breathtaking this way. I could feel my eyes lower as the strands from my bun dropped eye level, but that wouldn't stop my gaze on you right now..

“Cho Cho… what's wrong?”

“Nothing… You're.. just so beautiful Riceey.”

“You tell me that everyday Choso..”

Dropping the towel in the water, I threw both arms in leaning towards Go, slightly licking her lips.

“And I'm going to KEEP telling you until you're tired of hearing me say it…”

“You're going to get wet baby…” she whispered untying the bun from my hair. A my hair dropped down to my shoulders, I could see the last fill up in her eyes, because for some odd reason, it was just something about my hair being down that she loved more than anything.

“Okay Baby..” I grunted standing back up to my feet. “I'm going to head to the other bathroom to shower right quick. But I want you to take your time. You have nothing but that over here. Plus I'm taking you somewhere special today, so anything you may need, they're over in the sink..”

She looked over to the sink to notice all the essentials that were placed there for her.

“You really do pay attention huh?” Rubbing herself down with that soapy washcloth started to arouse me in a way that was not appropriate for this moment… fuck….

“I do baby.. always have.” I crossed my arms biting my lip knowing I was fucking forgetting something. “ Yeah.. and this….” Walking over to open the bottom drawer of the sink, I pulled out an unopened black box of cologne, sitting it on the counter.

“Toy Boy…?” The way her face lit up was like a child on Christmas day. The shit was too adorable. “Is that for me?”

“Of course Riceey…You're always wearing mine so, I got you an extra for just over here.

“So I won't use all yours huh?” she let out the smallest giggle, as she washed over breast slowly… caressing over her nipples. My mouth immediately started to water from this view. All I knew is my dick couldn't help it as I could feel it bulge through my pants.

“No baby… if I run out I'll just rub myself all over you to get the smell I need..”

Her eyes glanced down to my dick then back to my eyes as they darkened with ecstasy “Hmmmm.. I see…”

My hands dropped as I walked back over to her, my pants sliding down past my hips as the only thing holding them up was my erected dick..

Leaning over the tube, with my hands on the side bar, I leaned in closer to her face. “Look Riceey, I know I said I'd be careful about getting you pregnant, but if you keep looking at me like that..” I could feel my eyes begin to darken as well from the feeling she was giving me. “....I won't be able to keep that promise”

The side of her mouth curved up evilly as she bit her bottom lip. That shit was such a turn on when I saw this side of her. “Yes..Choso..” she giggled as she turned away. Leaning back up I slowly walked out the door, heading to the other bathroom to get ready for the day.

KyiGo and I had been spending so much time together the past couple months. It seems almost like it was an every or every other day thing. I just couldn't stay away from her no matter how hard I tried not to come off ‘Too’ clingy but it got to the part to where I didn't give a fuck. I was even getting attached to Luri too. I swear she was grabbing a place in my heart that I didn't know could exist for a child. Especially one that wasn't my own. I cared about her mother so I accepted her as a part of the package as well. No matter where we went, if there was no one to watch her, I insisted she come along. Whether it was the park, movies, even dinner dates at the house. There were actually a few moments where I had ‘Family Dinners’ for all three of us. Was that too much? Was I moving ‘too fast?’ Somewhat? I'm not even sure anymore but I knew how I was feeling and I didn't want to let these two go.

A couple hours later, Kyigo and I got in my car and headed to the outskirts of town to Marewood to my tattoo shop. That day, we dressed the same in all black yeezy sweats, black Doc Martin's, and I threw on one of my extra sterling silver chains around her neck. I had spent a couple grand on a few new ones recently from having to deal with her. I guess I was fucking her too good to the point she was pulling them off. Which I didn't mind. It's just money I had to throw away.

It was about forty-five minute to an hour drive to MareWood Palace from where I lived so I turned the radio on to break the silent with my favorite band Bad Omens. Like a Villain playing in the background.

“Bad Omens? I didn't know you liked this band!” Her smile was so adorable as I watched her cute little body jig to the song.

“Ooooooh what do you know about Bad Omens Riceey”? A smile instantly hit my lips as my tongue swiped over my top fang.

“What…I don't look like I'd listen to em or somethin?”

“See now..I didn't all that.. It's just nice we have a certain band in common.” I sat my hand on her thigh gripping it tightly. She then ran her tiny fingers over the silver rings I wore on all five fingers. Driving with the other hand, I looked over to her smiling, flipping my hair behind my ear. My fingers started to slide up towards her inner thigh as I squeezed harder.

“..Ch..Cho….”, she softly moaned. Her gasp was exactly what I was listening for. “What you think you're doin boy..?”

“Hmmmph.. Nothing baby…”

Riceey’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks and I wanted to do something special for her that day. It was already the start of a hellish winter and the snow started to fall heavy. Her sister Dhay’s birthday was actually just around the corner and she was planning on having a birthday bash out at Frida's on Christmas night. Go’s birthday fell on the new year. January fifth to be exact so I had enough time to plan something special but not too extravagant. She didn't like big surprises so this was to keeping it simple but unique for her to always remember.

The party at Frida's will be the first time I meet some of her folks including some of her closest friends. It wasn't that I was nervous, it was just what would they think about a person like me? I was completely opposite to what they were used to seeing her with. But I wasn't going to change anything about me just to please people I didn't know. Yet….

We were about five minutes out to the shop as we finally made it into Marewood.

“So babe.. Do you know who is all supposed to be there at your sister's party Friday night?”

“Just a few family members and friends. My brother Naoya, with some of his goons, her girlfriend Maki, mmmmh, probably a few more people. My best friend Suguru…” (This was the second or third time I've heard about this guy ‘Suguru Geto.’ Apparently, he was her best friend for years. I could feel the corners of my mouth sneer as I turned the other way so she couldn't see me. I took it upon myself to look him up once on Facebook a couple of nights ago. He was a tall, decent looking man from what I could see? Gladly, I didn't see any pictures of them together, but I did see a few of him with Luri. That shit made my stomach turn. To the reason why… I don't fucking know.)

“Suguru..?”

“Yeah Geto. You guys will be able to finally meet.” She started to sit up as she put on her new yeezy coat I bought her the other day. I took it upon myself to do a little shopping for her seeing that she never had time to really do it herself. I didn't mind at all. It was nice to finally be able to spoil someone other than myself. “.... I think I really want you guys to meet more than you and my siblings.” She sat back buckling her seat belt, slightly throwing her head back to the headrest.

“What's wrong baby..?”

“Nothing.. It's just that..(she pulled out her phone checking her messages)...I haven't heard from Toji about Luri since yesterday morning. I know she's okay, it's just.. you know..” She then sat her phone on her lap as we finally pulled up to my tattoo shop parking next to Gojo's baby blue Challenger.

Her face showed more of a concern with just wanting to have communication with the guy more than anything.That's all she wanted. I haven't met the guy yet and honestly, at this point, I didn't know if I even wanted to. I caressed her leg softly as I looked up through the windshield, making sure the shop was open. Satoru opened the shop early today as a favor for me to bring Go. I'm glad I could depend on him for at least that.

“It's okay Baby.. I'm sure Luri is just fine with him. If anything happened, i'm sure he would call..right? ” (I couldn't even let this fool's name roll off my tongue.)

“I know….” She unbuckled her seat belt as I did. “Is this your shop?”

Taking the keys out the ignition, I quickly exited my side of the car and jogged to open her door. “Yep.. it is..” I quickly took her hand and pulled her out of the car. “Let's hurry and get you inside. It's cold as hell out here! Fuck!”

Closing the door, I locked the car and basically carried her tiny self into the shop.

I locked the door behind me as she and I both started to take our coats off. This was a private session for her only. I didn't need anyone else thinking it was open early for walk-ins.

“YO…YOU HERE?” Throwing our coats on the chair near Yuji's station, I took Kyi's hand and started walking to the back of the shop. I could hear his footsteps finally reaching the main hall as he turned the corner.

“Satoru….?” Her voice rang in my ears and caused me to completely stop in my tracks as she said Gojo's name. (The Fuck…?)

“Hey Go…!” He said drying his hands, disposing the towel behind his station in a basket.

She softly let go of my hand as she walked up to him wrapping her arms around his neck. “How have you been? I haven't seen you in forever.” The grip he had around her waist was about to literally make me rip him to shreds. What the fuck did I just miss?

She took his hand and brought him over in front of me.

“Hang on… You know him Kyi?” Satoru wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, standing there nervously with this gleam ass smirk on his face. I could feel my eyes lower as I stared at him in his, my top fang biting my bottom lip.

“Yes.. you remember when I told you I had family who had a tattoo shop, I just really didn't know where?” (Hang on a fuckin minute..You mean to tell me..)

“Yeah I remember…”

“Well.. this is my cousin.”

“Your..... COUSIN….?” You've gotta be shitting me right now. That's why this fool looked at me crazy when he saw that picture of her on my phone. He knew who she was, the ‘Whole..Fuckin.. Time’.

He then started to let out his signature, stupid ass laugh he did when he always got caught up in some bomb shit. “Ha.. Sorry Kee Kamo..”

“Don't fucking call me that..” I let one of my hands fall and relax into my pocket as I used the other one to pull Go closer to my hip. I had to make sure I dropped my tone so I would scare Go or let Satoru think I was livid with him. Which I was…

He walked back to his station getting his needles and paint ready for the day. “Hey.. relationships are none of my business.”

“I didn't know you guys were so close.” Kyi said, pinching the sides of my stomach. I couldn't keep my eyes off Satoru right now, but thanks to Riceey being with me and her simple motions, they kept me calm.

“Yeah… we've been close for some years now. We own this shop together.” I broke my gaze off Gojo, sneering my mouth at him as I pulled her to my chair. That atrocious grin still didn't leave his lips. He was the definition of a ‘True’ asshole. But thank goodness that asshole was someone I could depend on in the toughest of situations.

Picking Riceey up, I placed her on my station seat. Her soft hands, gripping my shoulders as she finally released me.

“So, you ready for your tattoo?”

“Yep sir.. just be easy on me. It's been a minute since I've had one.”

“You're in good hands babe…Let me take care of it.”

She just didn't know how ‘In good Hands' she was with me. But she was to find out soon enough..

#choso #choso kamo #chosokamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk choso #chosoandpynk #choso x reader #i love choso #choso and pynkricee #jjk #chososmut #choso smut #gojo #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jjk smut #chosokamosmut #choso kamo smut

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

~~~

“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #x reader #hp x gn reader #hp x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire x reader #hp x enby reader #enzo berkshire #enby reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire

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Third Ending - By Cho Bom (9/10)

A good and realistic modern yandere. Now that's a dangerous combination. The only weak point in this story was how pointless the "conflicts" at the end felt. This couple is well established and mutually in love. The yandere part stems from being repressed, which is a realistic source for abnormal behavior. Being openly gay can be hard, but of course true love is worth it!

Suh Yoonseul doesn't think anything is wrong. He's hot. He's got a great job. He's got money. People admire him. He's dated around five women seriously. He's no cheater. The relationships just fizzled out after a couple years, because he's not passionate enough. Suh Yoonseul is a kind, chill guy. The kind of guy that lets the girl go when her eyes start drifting. The kind of guy that goes with the flow, because life is good. He's got lots of friends. He's a green flag.

Life is...

Sometimes he has bad dreams about a guy who confessed to him back in high school. These dreams ruin his day. When he has them his perfect life is marred by tripping, bumbling, stumbling and no sleep.

His occasional nightmares about Kang Jun don't let him sleep a wink.

Kang Jun was an aspiring young baker who just so happened to be gay. Kang Jun was quiet. Suh Yoonseul did not know him. They weren't friends. Kang Jun decided to confess because high school was about to end. He had to tell Suh Yoonseul. Why?

Well.

His crush on Suh Yoonseul lasted from middle school ALL THE WAY THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL.

Kang Jun recognized that his pining was unhealthy, and he decided to confess so he could let Suh Yoonseul go.

He chose the wrong day. His confession happened right when Suh Yoonseul was having a bad day, so he ruined Kang Jun's sweet crush.

I'm going to paraphrase, because it's crushing:

"I don't know you. This is weird. You made me special lemon cookies but whatever. I'm not eating them because they could be laced with something. You’re a creep."

His harsh rejection almost destroyed Kang Jun. He almost gave up on his pastry chef dream because of it.

They meet. Kang Jun works at his sisters bakery. Suh Yoonseul feels sorry and he feels....funny? He wants Kang Jun to forgive him. His feelings are oddly complicated. He's such a chill guy.....until he remembers Kang Jun.

Kang Jun was never, ever a creep. He's a very pure guy who isn't very sexual. His crush on Suh Yoonseul often feels very Demisexual. Sure, he likes Suh Yoonseul's face BUT he never tried to date afterwards. He seems to have little interest in sex and relationships. Suh Yoonseul was the exception.

Suh Yoonseul is most likely closet bi with a preference for women. Kang Jun just wins out because well...he's a great guy!

Suh Yoonseul gets jealous for the first time because of Kang Jun. He doesn't even notice that he's turning into a bit of a monster. He thinks he wants to be friends with Kang Jun. He starts going to the bakery literally every day. Even if it's a waste of money or he doesn't want bread. When he remembers Kang Jun he can't focus.

It grows slowly.

He starts using his looks.

He goes to a fancy hairdresser to impress the baker he rejected before.

At this point he still thinks he just wants friendship....but his friends begin to suspect he's gay.

It grows a little more.

Suh Yoonseul starts being more selfish.

Kang Jun starts to hope for love...because Suh Yoonseul is being so persistent....so weirdly persistent its almost crazy.

Kang Jun thinks it's normal love.

The question comes up, and Suh Yoonseul REJECTS HIM AGAIN BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE KANG JUN.

They quickly became best friends and Kang Jun makes him super happy. He's not sure if he wants to give love a chance.

Kang Jun decides to cut him off.

Suh Yoonseul is too weird. Too affectionate. Too cold. Unwilling to commit and yet always stalking him at the same time. Kang Jun attempts to cut him off for the sake of his own mental health.

There's a drunken kiss. Kang Jun realizes he just can't be friends with his crush. It's too painful.

Kang Jun is a really soft guy, but at this point Suh Yoonseul has rejected him painfully twice.

The bakery is moving. His sister bought a bigger building.

Kang Jun doesn't tell Suh Yoonseul about the move.

Kang Jun also lies and says he will hang out with Suh Yoonseul on his birthday. Suh Yoonseul cancels all of his other plans, and he plans a big date. A big expensive one. He even gets his car washed, and Kang Jun stands him up.

He stands in front of the abandoned bakery for hours, until he hears someone screaming his name.

Kang Jun is just too nice.

They start dating right when Suh Yoonseul becomes noticeably obsessed.

....

Season two is mostly pointless fluff. Kind of a boring read. Season 1 is an absolute banger though, and you have to read part two if you want to see them happy.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #yaoi #Third Ending

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browneyesandhair · 15 days

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Non-Exhaustive List of Soulmate Fics: Polin

Okay, I'm bored so I'm compiling my favorite soulmate fics. Here's the Polin edition:

These Days Will Fade Out by noveltyromance

Summary:

Penelope walked in and inspected the silvery words embedded on her skin. She really did meet her soulmate. It wouldn’t have turned colors if he was not hers. “So he said your words,” she mumbled softly to herself in the mirror, “but you didn’t say his.” It only meant one thing. Colin was her soulmate. But she wasn’t his.

tend my garden by runimpossiblegirl

Summary:

The forget-me-not on Penelope´s upper left arm had appeared when she was just sixteen. [Orinally posted with 5700 words on 31/12. Now updated to final version with 6900 and extra Colin POV on 01/01]

i'll use you as a warning sign by TheSushiMonster

Summary:

The words on his body sound like Lady Whistledown. His soulmate - the person meant to capture his body and heart, his partner and love of his life - ruins lives. Perhaps it makes sense that she’s already ruined his. - Or, soulmate AU where the words you write show up on your soulmate's skin.

i might lose everything if i lose the pain by frankchurchillsaysrelax

Summary:

Based on the prompt: On your 18th birthday you get a soul mark - one that would be identical to your soulmates. Colin is devastated that his does not match Marina’s. Trying to lighten up his mood days later - his brothers teasingly console him by saying that Penelope could get his mark when she turns 18 and that’s when she overhears him say that he would never marry her because he didn't think she's his soulmate. And as is Penelope's life a couple years later she gets an identical mark. Now she plans to hide it because she can’t handle his disappointment.

Give Me All The Pain (Give Me Everything) by wasteddarlinglover

Summary:

Penelope Featherington's soulmate hated her. She was alright with that. She hated him just as much. The only reason for their bond to exist was to bring each other pain. Colin Bridgerton's soulmate gave up on him years ago. He was not worthy of love and patience that their bond required. He learned to accept that and move on with his life. When two broken souls are brought together, Penelope and Colin find hope. Neither one of them can be with their soulmate, but maybe they can build something remarkable together. If they manage to let go of the pain, maybe they could even let themselves fall in love.

All the Time in the World by dontmakemeover

Summary:

All ladies of the Ton are instructed by their Queen to implant a TiMER on their wrists when they enter society at age 16. It is the truest and best way to find a Soulmate, with the TiMER counting down until the first time they will meet. Countless marriages have started this way (with at least a few of them ending the same way!) But Penelope Featherington does not highly rate this technology, for when her TiMER was implanted, the screen was blank. And what's more, she has seen the timer of the man she would like to be her true love, Colin Bridgerton, and knows that whoever her soulmate truly is, his is not her.

Latibule by The_Readers_Muse

Summary:

It was said you would be drawn to your one. That was the only advantage you had.

For the Both of Us by logogram

Summary:

A conversation with Fife and Cho leaves Colin wondering whether Penelope is his soulmate. Unfortunately, she seems to have become stubbornly attached to her gloves.

And So the Yandere Met the Bonnet Assassin by Seaowl

Summary:

There was a reason Violet was so hell bent to see all eight of her children married. The most valuable things to them are their soulmates and the family is told all their life that you are to do anything to protect and keep your soulmate. Lie, cheat, kill, frame, anything is on the table. The family that is so big on love that they become quite possessive of those who marry in, even if it is the soulmate of one of their siblings.

i'm the lock and you're the key by TheSushiMonster

Summary:

Penelope is ready to move on. Pining after Colin Bridgerton requires too much energy, too much of her soul. Penelope wants to find her soulmate, but maybe that may not be Colin after all. But… perhaps one last effort is necessary to completely eliminate Colin from her heart and mind. - Or, the “you must sleep with someone to determine if they’re your soulmate” AU.

Would I Lie To You? by LightLeadingMe

Summary:

It has been said and even written that true soulmates cannot lie to one another. They simply were unable to. Not even a small fib could be said to the person. Penelope began to resign herself to the fact that she'd never meet her soulmate, but then she ran (quite literally) into Colin Bridgerton.

Soulmarks by Seaowl

Summary:

Colin has found his soulmate, now he just has to find out who she is.

just let me adore you by TheSushiMonster

Summary:

Colin Bridgerton falls off his horse at age twenty-one and laughs. It’s a full-body laugh, bright and bold and gut-wrenching, as if his soul is finally free. Then he feels a burn across his left bicep, just beside his shoulder and when he inspects his skin, the outline of a detailed feather stares back at him. - Or, now that Colin knows Penelope is his soulmate, he vows to make her laugh in his presence so she can be his too. Or, the role reversal soulmate AU.

#rec list #soulmate aus #fandom soulmates #recs #fanfic #bridgerton #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #penelope/colin #penelope x colin

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lacedupforyou · 11 months

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Part two of the yandere u-20 team please :DD

" 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤" Yandere Japan U-20 Pt.2

~ This is a part 2! Check out part 1 here! ~

After a weeks of total chaos, Filled with surprises. You were exhausted, mentally and physically. Spending the days being dragged to do things and spend time with the team members. You spent hours with Miroku analyzing Buddhist texts, He loved how you listened and praised his spiritual abilities and sometimes his physical abilities. Just to be dragged away by Teru, asking you to watch him play and his tricks. Sendo butting in and bragging how he was the ace and that you should watch him play. To always keep your eyes on him when he plays. Because he plays for you.

They adored when you would help them with their hair, Hayate and Itsuki were blushing messes when you parted their hair or combed it. When you ran your fingers through it... God they wanted to grab you there and kiss you until you begged for breath.

Of course you have a life outside all of this, Friends...Family..Loved ones. One day you had came into work with what looked like..Some ring? Perhaps just jewelry..But you looked so happy..? Had one of the players beat the other to slipping a ring on your finger..? Teppei wasted not time asking you about it in front of everyone. You explained that it was a promise ring! How you had been in love and that you were promising yourself to some guy.

Their faces were all neutral with slight boredom, Like square one. You just smiled and walked off to fill out more due papers. Oliver turned around walked to the nearest wall and drove his fist into it. Leaving cracks and a hole. Everyone in the team knew they had to do something about it. Nio was fuming the whole time, Some guy comes in and slips a ring on your finger? Hell no. Hell no. Through some cyber stalking Mostly done by Cho and Hayate due to their calm and collected nature and narrowing it down, They found the guy.

They were famous athletes, If they wanted something they were going to get it. And in a blink of an eye, Your beloved had to leave the country for..Unknown reasons. You were devastated, Just a small note with a lousy goodbye. You didn't come into work that day, You stayed in bed between sobs and small naps. Your hair was messy and you were only half dressed. With some small shorts and a small top hung over your shoulder. You didn't care, You had no motivation to do anything.

You heard a loud knock at the door and you slowly walked tot he door. Just to be greeted by teppei! Your eyes lit up in a special kind of way. His smile dropped a little to see your condition. The way you looked so drained because of some nobody.. You enjoyed the moment to see him just to notice Teru in your peripheral vision bolting towards you again suffocating you in a hug. For more and more members to grab you and inhale that smell of yours. While some stood back and admired you.

You noticed some of them glancing at your clothing and you hurried away to change into something more fitting. They were all in their U-20 jackets and pants. You fit yourself into some casual's quickly and rushed into your bathroom mirror to get your hair together, You noticed Hayate walking towards you and standing behind you so close. His large figure towering over you behind him. "Do you need any help..With your hair?" You nodded and he did his best to fix it up. To feel your hair between his fingers was incredible. The others watching with a slight glare.

They had taken you out to dinner and karaoke and it was lovely. Most of you didn't have any liquor but the room was spinning and everyone started to get blurry. You stopped for a moment. You were sweating and you felt exhausted. Everyone just seemed to stare at you worry written on their faces. You collapsed from exhaustion and Sendo caught you in his arms. "It's fine, Just tired we should get 'em home." They took you home and laid you down softly. Watching you sleep. Itsuki tucked you in sweetly but they didn't leave. Seeing your chest rise up and down.. You were hypnotizing to them..They weren't going to let you give up. You belong to them. They're going to be taking very, very, very good care of you no matter what you say or do.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere blog #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere blue lock #bllk #yandere bllk x reader #yandere blue lock x reader #yandere bllk #oliver aiku #yandere oliver aiku #shuto sendou #blue lock x y/n #blue lock #blue lock x reader

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goldenharmony · 5 months

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Ruby and Akane: Parallels

In chapter 77, Ruby reveals her dark secret to Akane, similar to how Aqua revealed his dark secret in chapter 52. In both situations, Akane enables their obsessions, thinking that she is doing them a favor when she shouldn't be encouraging them.

In Ruby's case, Akane is unaware that Gorou would be nearing his 50s if he was still alive, which makes me wonder how she would've reacted if she knew the truth.

In my opinion, she would've still encouraged Ruby. Akane's already cool with murdering for Aqua's sake so I don't think ethics is a high priority for her.

Unhealthy Obsessions ≠ Genuine Love

The way Ruby feels about Gorou is how Akane feels about Aqua, being obsessed to an unhealthy and obsessive degree to the person they think they might be in love with. Their unhealthy feelings are targeted towards the same soul but different incarnations. Akane's yandere tendencies flare up whenever the situation involves Aqua.

And while Ruby also wanted revenge for Ai's murder, the main trigger for her to fall into darkness was seeing Gorou's corpse.

Gorou/Aqua - Providing the Will to Live

When describing Gorou, Ruby focuses on how he gave her the will to live, saving her from having self-destructive/suicidal thoughts during her lowest moments.

This is further supported by how Ruby was having suicidal thoughts in chapters 115 & 121 but the realization that Gorou = Aqua had saved her.

How does Akane understand? Because she went through the same experience in LoveNow. When she was at her limit and about to kill herself, Aqua saved her and worked with the other LoveNow members to save her image.

Thanks to Aqua, she got the strength to return to LoveNow and move forward. That moment had a significant impact on her, similar to how Ruby describes Gorou's impact on her.

Returning to Original Location

Ruby and Akane return to the places where their relationships began, reaffirming their feelings. Its a callback but could be seen as them trying to hold onto those relationships when they should just let go.

Delusional Era

Both Akane and Ruby go through a period where they think they will get what they want. Aqua and Akane started dating but Aqua only loves Kana. Akane knows this but she's convinced that as Aqua continuous to lie to himself about loving her, those lies will become the truth - which they never did.

She also believed that the 2 of them had an equal relationship, and that she was saving Aqua - both immediately proven false in the subsequent chapter.

For Ruby, she thinks that now that she has reunited with Gorou, they will get married, not realizing that:

A) Gorou never promised marriage. He said he'd think about it which was letting Sarina down easy because she was a dying child at the time.

b) She no longer sees Aqua as just himself, but is projecting Gorou onto him considering she keeps emphasizing "Sensei" unlike Aqua with Sarina-Ruby.

c) Ruby in a stable and healthy mindset thinks incest is gross lol

Plus Ruby's sus manga panels being over-the-top hammers down the point that she is being really delusional right now.

Conclusion

In the end, the 2 girls are really similar to where I'm sure that Akane would've still encouraged Ruby to pursue Gorou even after knowing he was way too old for her because she can relate to Ruby's feelings, believing that he couldn't be bad for Ruby if she believes he is a good person.

Meanwhile Kana's reaction if Ruby confided in her instead:

And if Mem-Cho tried to argue about the age gap, Ruby would probably say that its basically the same as Mem-Cho hanging out with the rest of them - killing Mem-Cho in an instant:

#oshi no ko #ruby hoshino #akane kurokawa #aqua hoshino #gorou amemiya #onk #analysis #my analysis #onk spoilers #lily reads onk

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chrollosbm · 5 months

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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Seven

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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previous chapters

You didn’t know what, but something drove you to end up at Choso’s place of work. You were currently sat in the lobby, waiting for him to come down after the text you sent. You sent him a quick “Hey, can I see you right now?” text message, in which he replied with, “I’m on my way.” almost immediately. It was towards the end of his work day, not quite finished, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Usually, you would feel bad, but you were on edge after Suguru’s comment toward you, not too long ago. What did he mean by that?

Yeah, he always said that “You aren’t going anywhere,” bullshit to you when the two of you were dating, but you wrote it off as him being romantic somehow. But now, hearing him say it in that menacing voice, when you weren’t even dating, let alone on speaking terms, gave you chills. You had never been afraid of him physically, knowing he was only an emotional terrorist, but right now you didn’t feel so secure in that assumption.

Choso wasn’t aware you were already in the lobby waiting for him, so there you were, twiddling at your thumbs in one of the plush seats, patiently waiting for the man to exit the elevator. You were granted your wish soon after, seeing Choso with his signature look of boredom on his face, in his work attire, a long sleeved white shirt that clung to his biceps, black slacks that fit him just right, and black shoes. His silky black hair was down and he was slowly undoing the tie on his neck.

How delicious.

You stood up from your seat and began walking his way, your footsteps a little speedy due to his long strides. He noticed you not too long after, turning his head after he saw you out of the corner of his eye. His face spoke for him, a look of concern on his profile. The two of you met in the middle, you giving him a small smile, if that were even possible.

“Hey, Sunflower. What are you doing here?” he said to you and you gave him a hug in response, smelling his scent and breathing him in. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “I was just on my way to your apartment.” He said from above you and you pulled away to look up at his tired eyes.

“I know, I just wanted to see you sooner.” A real smile was on your face now, due to his sweet embrace and the fact that you got to see him.

He smiled softly at your response and moved to kiss your forehead softly. “Is everything okay?” He said as he pulled away, arms still around your waist, a troubled look in his eye.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t even know why you showed up so soon after your irritating and frightening encounter with Suguru, it was like your brain shut off and guided you here, to Choso. Your heart and body craved him, as if he could solve all your problems in an instant.

You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want to lie. You didn’t know what to do, so you just decided to put it off for now. You really just wanted him to make you feel better without talking about it at this current moment.

“I’m not having a great day.” You responded, telling the truth. You really weren’t. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, I just wanna be with you, Cho.” You put your face into his shirt, your curls squishing into your face as your head landed on his chest. You were really hoping you wouldn’t have to talk about this just yet to Choso, but you knew you couldn’t hide the fact that you had a run in with your ex. You felt a twinge of guilt forming just as he let out a soft sigh and rubbed your back, softly.

“You wanna come over to my place?” He asked you, sweetly and you almost jumped for joy, your spirits already lifting. You instantly lifted your head with a big grin and nodded vigorously. You were glad he didn’t push the issue, being that you weren’t ready to talk about it just yet. You would, just not today. All you wanted was to be with Choso, and to not worry about your shit show of a life for once.

You had never been to his house, as it seemed more convenient to end up at your apartment after your dates. He had always explained that his little brother, Yuji, was at home, and you sympathized with him on that, understanding that it was still too soon to meet his family members.

“What about Yuji?” You asked him, as realization hit you that he would be at home. School was out around this time, so he would definitely be at the house. You didn’t know if Choso was comfortable enough for you to meet him just yet, and you would respect his wishes either way.

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, beginning to guide you out of the building and to his car. “He won’t be home tonight. He’s staying at a friend’s, apparently they’re studying for their exams.” He replied softly and you nodded. “Although, I do want you to meet him soon.” He looked down at you, a smile on those pink lips. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you gave him a small smile back, happy to hear those words. You had heard so much about the boy, learning that he was basically the opposite of Choso: loud, energetic, and excitable. It was hard to understand how the two of them turned out to be so different from each other, with Choso raising the child, and all. He was such a mystery.

The two of you arrived outside his home about twenty minutes later, and you were pleased at the view before you. From the outside, it was a gray, wide, two-story home with a decently sized front yard, matching his neighbors home. He lived in a suburban area, seemingly reserved for families from the amount of you noticed children that were playing outside. His front yard was plain, a perfectly mowed lawn, and a simple tree in the front. You weren’t surprised at the decently-sized home, considering he’d told you he was a homeowner before, but it was still strange seeing it in the flesh.

He opened your car door, snapping you out of your thoughts, giving you a hand as usual to help you out the car. “Your house…” you said to him in awe, as your feet landed on his perfectly paved driveway. “It’s so beautiful.” You were being led to his front door, hand in Choso’s as he turned his head to look at you from behind.

“Thank you. I worked hard for it.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you couldn’t help but smile back. You were going to let him have pride in his home, instead of expressing your usual sarcastic comment, knowing he did in fact work hard for it. Choso worked so hard for his brothers to have a good life, including making sure they grew up in a good environment. He had mentioned that he would work grueling hours at part time jobs to make sure his little brothers would have food on the table, even if that meant he rarely slept or ate. All Choso wanted to do was make sure his brothers were fed, clothed, clean, and happy. It made your heart swell knowing how concerned he was for them, and at the expense of his own well-being. Choso was truly selfless, responsible, and protective. It was the sexiest thing about him.

The man you couldn’t stop admiring was opening the front door now, and your nose was hit with the smell of him, his house smelling like that mixture of scents you loved so much on him. You almost moaned as you stepped inside, that beautiful aroma filling your lungs. He stepped inside and waited for you to enter before shutting it behind you.

The inside of his house was the same as the outside, clean, simple, and organized. There wasn’t much in there as far as you could tell, but you could tell everything in there was of high quality and expensive. As soon as you stepped into the home, there was a decent sized living room with a matching two-piece sofa set, as well as a large coffee table that matched said set. There was a large flat screen television on his wall, above a simple television stand. Plain, but pretty.

Choso was removing his shoes and you followed suit, mocking his movements.

“You want to place your things in my bedroom?” He was facing you now, looking down at you with that look of adoration you had become so used to.

You nodded vigorously, excited to see his place of solitude. A person’s bedroom usually revealed a lot about them, you’d learned. Like yours, which was usually messy, with an unmade bed, clean laundry you’d been too lazy to put away piling up on your vanity chair, with hair products and makeup spread across said vanity. Your room was a mess, just like you were in general.

He grabbed your hand again, but not before grabbing your arm bag with your work supplies and laptop, and began leading you down a dimly lit hallway once you passed the living room. The two of you passed the stairs and the very spotless, untouched looking kitchen, to a door at the end of the house. He opened the door to a bedroom that you expected Choso to have.

You almost laughed at how predictable his bedroom was, being exactly what you expected. Absolutely spotless, just like the rest of his house. It was large, with a perfectly made king-sized bed that looked unslept in, empty white walls, a desk with an overpriced PC on top, and a couple of matching dressers. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room which you suspected were the bathroom and the closet.

Choso was placing your bag on his computer chair when you stepped in and took it upon yourself to look around, baffled.

“Cho’...” you said, inquiry in your voice, looking at his plain walls that contained a few windows, not even covered with curtains, with concern. “Are you secretly some sort of psychopath?” You asked, partially serious, partially not. What kind of person has nothing on their bedroom walls? He had to be insane.

He turned to look at your worried expression and before he could stop himself, he let out a booming laugh. You continued to stare at him, genuinely waiting for his answer.

He was still laughing, not taking you seriously, when he finally answered. “Why do you ask?” He was walking towards you now, that amused look still on his face. “Because my room is so pristine?” He grabbed both of your hands and led you to his flawlessly made bed, and bounced down on it, before roughly pulling you down so you sat in his lap.

Your cheeks warmed as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, awaiting your answer. His chin was on top of your head, in your hair full of curls. You could’ve sworn you heard him sniff, but decided against saying anything, knowing you were obsessed with his scent yourself. His muscled thighs were holding you up, your ass directly on his groin and you were trying to ignore the dirty thoughts that were arising in your mind at the moment.

You finally recovered from the unholy thoughts on the brink of your mind and responded. “Not just that…” You started and placed your hands on top of his, that were currently resting on your midsection, and leaned back against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, the exact opposite of yours that was beating in a rapid pace, like it always did when you were around Choso. “Your walls are white and empty. It looks like a mental asylum in here, baby.” You finished.

You felt Choso tense slightly, trying to immediately recover, making you smirk. You knew how much he loved when you called him baby, the simple pet name seeming to light a fire under him. It was adorable how the most simple things would fluster him sometimes, making his cheeks pink and his body tense. He would always try to hide it, but you would notice and use it to your advantage.

He cleared his throat, obviously trying to hide his nervousness, and squeezed your side, giving you a small laugh as you slapped his hand away playfully. “The only thing that makes me insane is you, pretty girl.” He was giving you kisses on the side of your face now, the attack making you squirm on top of him, a smile on your face, warm from his soft lips.

If anyone would have told you Choso would be this romantic, soft teddy bear of a man when you first met, you would have called them a liar. Inside this man’s hard exterior, body filled with tattoos and a face that always held the expression of boredom and annoyance, was a sensitive, sappy, protective, and compassionate soul. He was so stoic and impassive to those he didn’t know, due to the fact that he was also skeptical of others intentions. He didn’t trust anyone due to his childhood trauma, you soon realized. His parents left him with three children at such a young age, barely eighteen years old. He was lucky he even graduated high school at that point, that's how young he was. His parents, the people he depended on most, left him in the dust, causing a ripple effect on how he would treat others for the rest of his life.

The two of you were so alike in that way, afraid of abandonment, dealing with it in different ways. While you clung to people, doing anything and everything to make them stay in your life, afraid of being cast aside and forgotten about, Choso rarely seemed to let others in. You learned he was really only close to his brothers, them all being his best friends. Sure, he had acquaintances, one in fact being Nanami, but he was extremely surface level with most people. You felt over the moon knowing you were one of those people that had the privilege of being close to him, and he was letting you in more and more each day, showing a cheeky side to his complex personality.

You were still smiling, cheeks aching and warm. “I better be the only woman you’re going insane for.” You were half-joking, keeping that playful tone in your voice to play it off, but you suddenly felt Choso pick you up, flipping you so you faced him now, legs on either side of his hips, your face inches from his now serious expression.

“Sunflower…” He pushed a curl for your face back to get a better look at your stunned face, not expecting this change of position. “You are the only person on my mind, always. You don’t have to worry about some other woman. Ever.” His words came out forcefully and his arms were back on your waist, fingers rough on your hips and you swore you felt something stiffen between his legs. Your hands found themselves on his hard chest, and your eyes were wide, shocked and turned on by how quickly he manhandled you, staring into his deep never-ending orbs of darkness.

The way he was looking at you- fuck, the way he was staring at you with those eyes, the intensity so potent right now that it was filling the entire room. You felt it straight in your soul, you felt it in your core. How Choso was able to get you from thinking about him innocently to the nefarious way you were thinking now in the matter of seconds, was beyond you. It was like he flipped a switch, you going from day to night, skipping the sunset.

You tried to speak, your usual sarcasm on the tip of your tongue but you were rendered speechless when you suddenly felt his clothed arousal pressing against yours, making you suck in a breath. You were looking at the man in front of you, his mouth half open, eyes low with the look you had seen many times. You knew your face showed the same expression of desire that displayed on his and knew no more words needed to be spoken.

His hands were guiding you to grind on his dick now, rough and excruciatingly slow, causing a needy whimper to exit your lips. His low eyes were still on you as he guided you, and you knew he wanted to drag this out, wanting to hear those whimpers escape your mouth as long as he possibly could before he did what he did best. You couldn’t wait to be crying above him as he drove you to ecstasy with his talented mouth.

You were snapped back to reality when he spoke, low and seductive. “You think you're ready for this dick tonight, baby?” His lips were exhibiting that smirk you had seen many times before, pink and full. Your heart was the same pace as a stone skipping in water as those words left his mouth and you found yourself nodding and stuttering your answer entirely too fast.

Bottom half still grinding on his clothed, rock hard cock, the words left your mouth. “Y-Yes.” Your stomach was twisted in knots at the pleasure and excitement. You had been waiting so long, too long. It was hard to control yourself around a man as sexy as Choso, you had wanted to feel him inside of you for so long, wanting to cry from the stimulation of his cock for ages now. “I want it so bad, please Cho’.” You were looking him in his eyes, knowing you looked and sounded so needy.

“My desperate baby, so needy for my cock, huh? ” His tilted his head at you, a smug grin on his face as his hand reached down to grab your ass harshly, giving it a squeeze and moving you faster now. Your clit was brushing against the clothes on your body and you wanted nothing more than to remove both of your barriers, needing to feel his bare flesh on yours. “You’ve been such a good girl, and so patient. I won’t make you wait any longer, okay? Just know when I fuck you senseless, you’re mine forever. Understand me?” He let out, and you couldn’t help but notice the dark tone attached to those words.

Before you had the chance to answer or comprehend his words, his lips were on yours, rough, harsh, and wet. Your arms instinctively traveled to his neck, wanting to pull him closer, needing him to swallow you whole. Your pussy was sopping with wetness at his dirty words, and it was becoming uncomfortable sitting in your own arousal. He was right, you had been so patient and you were desperate to finally let him give you the prize you had been waiting for. Not to mention the being with him forever part he let out, maybe you were more than okay with him spitting out possessive claims, or maybe you were just incredibly horny, but either way it was stimulating you in a way you had never been stimulated before. You relished in hearing that he wanted you just as much as you longed for him. Your heart was playing hopscotch and your core was twisting just from the thought itself.

His tongue was in your mouth, searching for something frantically, and you were doing the exact same, loving the taste of the mouth you had become so acquainted with. His hands were traveling under your sweatshirt now, finding that you weren’t wearing a bra. He quickly discovered how rock hard your nipples were and sucked in a breath, causing a halt to your kiss.

“All I did was kiss you and they’re fucking solid.” His words came out breathlessly, breathing into your mouth as you opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t wait to see the reactions your body will have when I’m fucking you stupid, sunflower.” With that, your sweatshirt was off in an instant and his lips were attached to your hard pebble, without you even registering his words or the fact that he basically yanked your top off in a flash. You were now moaning with your head tilted back, at both his words and the pleasure that was going straight to your core.

Your hands were moving frivolously to unbutton his shirt now, struggling and wanting to rip the fucking thing off of him, so you did just that. Black buttons went flying everywhere and you were pleasantly surprised at the strength you just exhibited, suddenly growing superhuman powers at the anticipation of being fucked. You felt him chuckle softly on your breast, the heat causing you to let out a small noise. The hand that was palming your ass gave you a hard slap, obviously a consequence for ruining his shirt.

You were still grinding intensely on his cock, your sensitive button getting stimulated like crazy, but you were growing tired of it, needing to finally see him instead of using your imagination. Your hands traveled down his hard, tattooed torso, before landing on his belt buckle. Choso’s mouth unlatched from your nipple and his dark eyes were suddenly on yours, causing you to freeze, like a person who had just gotten caught committing a crime.

“Not yet.” He said firmly, intense gaze still on you and your throat suddenly became dry, before you let out a small whine. He paused to remove the now destroyed shirt from his arms, before he immediately replaced his hands on your waist. Choso’s fingers on your hips were somehow rougher now, guiding you to move against him, with you obeying him, mindlessly. The friction between your clothed privates caused a moan to fall from your lips, filling the room, seeming to go straight to his cock, that grew harder, and bigger. Your panties were soaked, already being wet from the moment he sat you on those long, muscular legs of his. “I want to do something first.” He licked his lips, making sure to give your face a lingering look, and placed his moist lips onto your swollen ones. It was short, too short, ending as he was moving back further on his bed, carrying you effortlessly, with one arm on the way there.

He was laid back on the mattress, head resting on large pillows, with his hands behind his head, casually, before he spoke. “Stand up above me and take off your pants.” He ordered and you gave a confused frown, not sure what he was up to. You were about to inquire why, before he cut off your words, keeping you quiet the entire time, other than your whimpers and moans he had been hearing so far. “Now.” His words were firm and you were staring him in his domineering eyes, knowing it was time to shut up and listen.

So, with that, you were now awkwardly taking off your jeans and panties all in one go, legs on either side of his torso as you tried not to fall over due to your known clumsiness. You knew your face read embarrassment from the way he was staring at you, a smirk on his face, arms still behind his head, with his large biceps flexing unintentionally.

He was so fucking sexy.

You obediently sat back down on him, landing on his rock hard abs. Your pussy was bare on his torso, dripping onto his pale skin and you moaned as you were finally able to feel his warm, soft skin on your cunt. Choso’s hands claimed their rightful place on your hips again, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on your brown skin. You looked down at him, breath heavy, as you were trying to patiently wait for what he told you next, like the good girl he claimed you were.

“Sit on my face.” He spoke suddenly, causing you to give him a stunned look. The two of you had never done that before. You knew you wanted nothing more, the visual of him underneath you, consuming you like his life depended on it. You spilling into his mouth and all over his pretty, perfect face. Fuck.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You spoke, sudden timidness in your voice. He made you so fucking nervous in these tense moments, the exact opposite of how you usually were. You were slowly inching up his inked and chiseled frame anyway, your actions contradicting your words.

Choso rolled his eyes at you, not forgetting to let out a suck of his teeth, a habit he had recently gotten from you. “You won’t.” He gripped your hips, not impressed by your snail-like pace and pulled you towards his face. Before you knew it, your knees were on either side of his head as he gave your plump ass a slap, causing you to moan out in elation. “Now sit the fuck down.” He spoke clearly, words sharp.

You complied, with no issue at all. He stuck his thick tongue out from his mouth just as you sat down, your wet pussy landing easily on a plush, wet surface. Your body shook with chills the moment he found your clit, beginning to lap you up slowly, roughly. Your head was tilted back again, too heavy for your neck as he drove you to insanity with his expert mouth. He was fumbling with your bundle of nerves brilliantly, making your brain hazy, unable to think of anything at all. Your eyes were in the back of your head, only able to focus on the intense pleasure he was providing you.

You grew tired of the darkness quickly, opening your eyes to look down at the man driving you wild. He looked dazed, drunk almost, as he always did when he was relishing in the taste of you. You loved seeing him like this, eyes low, staring at you intensely as he ate you your pussy like you were his last meal. It was another daydream you had when you were pleasuring yourself solo, the thought of him devouring your wet cunt with expertise and need, driving you over the edge quickly each time. Choso’s tongue was moving with vigor on your clit now, and the pleasure you were feeling from this angle was driving you up the fucking wall. Your hands mindlessly moved to your breasts, wanting to toy with your nipples to enhance the pleasure. He was watching you please yourself, your head tilted back again, and you heard him let out a low groan, obviously aroused by the sight of you. You were in heaven, so unaware of everything around you, only focused on how fucking amazing this felt, wanting to stay in this moment forever.

Choso’s tongue suddenly moved from your clit down to your opening in one quick swipe, wanting to taste your juices already, greedily, even though you hadn’t had your release yet. You felt him fuck your hole with his tongue and sucked in a breath, the feeling surprisingly delightful. He moaned into your pussy, causing a vibration to erupt from him, then quickly returned his attention back to your clit, beginning to suck on the sensitive nub, wanting to drive you over the edge.

You moaned out in ecstasy as your head tilted back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, unable to keep them open this time. The darkness helped you focus on his careful sucks, sending shockwaves up your body. Tingles shot up your frame and you knew your face was twisted up like a pretzel but you didn’t care, this felt fucking amazing. You were in complete and utter bliss, stimulating your brown, hard rocks, pussy in this beautiful man’s face, nothing else mattered in this world as of right now. Choso seemed to notice your ecstasy, and the hands on your hips began rocking you back and forth, encouraging you to ride his face. You did this with no problem, lip in your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. His tongue was on your bundle of nerves again and your hips were moving like they had a mind of their own. Your hands found his hair and you were holding onto it like it was a handlebar, helping you balance before you passed out.

Your heavy pants were filling the room and you felt a familiar feeling approach your body.

You opened your eyes to look down at Choso again, whose tongue was now sitting flat out of his mouth, letting you fuck yourself on his tongue. He still had that drunk look on his face, absolutely breath taken by you. The sight of it was just too sweet and your breathing became ragged as tears formed in your eyes. He, of course, noticed your orgasm approaching, prompting him to grab your asscheeks with both of his hands and grinded you against his tongue impossibly harder. You knew the routine by now and snapped your eyes to his, tears now spilling from them with a lip quiver.

You felt like you could barely breathe, having to force your body to manually inhale and exhale, your body seeming to forget its main function, as you came hard, with a shout of his name, relief filling your body. Your orgasm flooded out of you, which he gladly cleaned up with his tongue, causing you to tremble from the overstimulation.

Your legs felt completely limp as you tried to lift yourself from his face. He noticed your struggle and lifted you with ease by your hips and placed you onto his clothed, rock hard cock. Your eyes were heavy as you stared at him, him looking absolutely ravishing, your juices dripping from the bottom of his face, making its way down his neck.

You were dripping again, from both your recent orgasm and the beautiful sight in front of you, knowing you were soaking his pants. He leaned up to wrap his strong arms around your body as he placed his swollen, wet lips on yours. You tasted your pussy on him as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, the flavor making you moan out.

“Choso…” You whined into the kiss and he pulled away, giving you a light kiss on your cheek.

“Yes?” He asked you, kissing away the tears you shed just minutes ago. His cock was growing impossibly harder and it was like a rock against your ass.

“Please, please fuck me.” You sobbed out, your desire to feel him inside of you becoming unbearable. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, didn't have much patience to wait any longer. “I’m ready, please.” You begged him, not caring in the slightest of how desperate you sounded, just like earlier.

His hand moved up to the back of your head and forced you to look him in his dazed eyes. Yours were brimmed with tears, mascara staining the bottom of your eyes. “You’ve been such a good girl, your wish is my command.” He said softly and you moaned at the praise, grinding onto his cock. His breath caught in the back of his throat, most likely from the sound of your pretty voice and your dripping core grinding on his clothed cock, knowing he was just as desperate to fuck your brains out.

He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his pants, his dark pools never leaving yours. You were panting hard with anticipation, resting on your elbows to watch his movements. You had never seen him completely bare before. Because he never let you get him off after the usual oral sessions he gave you, you were never granted the pleasure of seeing the obviously large package he was lugging around. You knew it was large from the many times you had felt it underneath his clothes, on your leg, your cunt, your ass, just teasing you mercilessly. He then took off his jeans and boxers all in one go, finally giving you the sight you more than deserved to see, and you froze instantly.

He was fucking huge. When his thick, pale cock plopped out of his boxers with a loud pop and landed on his abs, you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. He was more than huge, a vein going down the side of his cock, a cause from the stiffness. He was long as well as he was girthy, even larger than you expected, in fact, so much bigger that you were afraid it wasn’t going to fit inside of you. To make everything one-hundred times fucking better, at the end of his cock, on his pretty pink tip, there laid a silver prince albert piercing, shining brightly. You knew your eyes were probably popping out of your skull by now, with you not even trying to hide your astonishment at the sight before you.

He seemed to notice and gave you a cocky smirk. You were allowing him to be cocky, knowing that he good and well deserved to be from his monster-like sized member alone. “Not what you expected?” He tilted his head in a teasing way. Precum dripped from his jeweled pink tip, causing you to whimper softly, your pussy probably creating a pool on his clean sheets. You couldn’t speak so you just simply just shook your head, at an absolute loss for words, and rightfully so. Where the fuck was that going?

Your brain seemed to function again, finally allowing you to speak as you looked at him in a panic, true fear stricken in you. “Cho, you’re so big.” You began to stutter. “I-I can’t.” You were shaking your head vigorously. You had never taken a dick this big before, let alone even seen one this size. You knew you weren't going to be able to walk at the end of this. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t ready. Then again, if you didn’t do it now, when would you ever be able to?

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re already so wet for me.” He spoke to you, as he placed his hands on your thighs, caressing them softly and reassuringly. “You’ll be okay. Just trust me.” His eyes read nothing but compassion and a hint of concern.

You knew you should trust him. You did want this after all, plus from the reaction your body was having in comparison to your mind was completely the opposite. Your nipples were rock solid, your pussy was so wet the inside of your thighs felt like a slip n’ slide, and the goosebumps on your skin wouldn’t go away. Plus, you weren’t going to punk out now. You were finally about to hit a home run. You nodded your head, deciding this was happening, excitement finally filling your body.

He smiled with his dark eyes at your compliance, knowing you were prepared mentally and physically now.

He was breathing as hard as you at this point as he climbed back onto the bed and sat on the back of his legs. He then pulled you towards him gently with your thighs, orbs now burning intensely into yours. The cool piercing on his cock brushed against your clit briefly and it sent shockwaves throughout your body. His precum was mixing with your already wet clit and felt out of this world. You let out a moan as he began to to rub the piercing against it slowly and repeatedly. You were a mess under him already, your back arching as he didn’t let up, wanting to get another orgasm out of you. Your breath quickened, extra sensitive because of the previous release you just had minutes ago.

“You gonna cum again already, baby? So greedy.” The sexy man above you teased with a smirk on his face. Just as he spoke, your orgasm came rushing through you, calmer this time but still intense and pleasurable, your juices leaking onto the bed. That was fucking record time.

He gave you no time to recover as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arched as he stretched you out slowly, the pain and pleasure making you cry out. There was the tiniest burning sensation as he pushed into you carefully, not wanting to hurt you, your walls tight around his thick cock. Tears formed again but you couldn’t help it, the pain and pleasure was driving you wild.

His mouth was hanging halfway open in absolute bliss as he continued to push into you, slowly. “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” He groaned as you continued to pant, your breathing forgetting its function for the second time as he gave one final push that settled him inside of you completely. You both let out a moan at the same time, a jolt of electricity seeming to go through the two of you. The sparks shot up your body intensely, causing chills of pleasure to erupt all over your body.

Your lip was quivering as he put his hands on your hips, beginning to move inside of you, his movements slow and drawn out as you threw your head back onto the bed, your eyes rolling back involuntarily. His cock was effortlessly hitting your g-spot like it had been inside of you before, hitting a button he knew so well, again and again, not stopping. Your breath was quickening and you grabbed his veiny, ink covered forearms, beginning to dig your acrylic nails into them. His arms were covered in goosebumps as you felt them, the same as yours, and your quickening breath became slightly louder, the thought of you making him feel good sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body.

He seemed to take that as encouragement and started to ram into you without warning. The change of pace forcing your eyes open and your moans growing louder with each snap of his hips. His strokes were long and hard, the force of his cock hitting your g-spot causing tears of pleasure to pour from your eyes. You rested on your elbows to look at Choso, who was moving at a vigorous speed with his head tilted back in pleasure. His hair was down, hanging above his shoulders, with some of it sticking to his face that was now covered in slick sweat. His eyes were closed, his breaths were hard and shallow and his mouth was hanging halfway open.

He looked so fucking sexy.

He truly was the man of your dreams, so fucking delectable as he was ramming into you like it was his life’s purpose. He looked fucking edible as sweat droplets were forming on his forehead at the expense of you fucking stupid. His arms were flexing and his abs were on full display, right in your face. He was absolutely perfect, not a flaw in sight. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the sight of this gorgeous man, the view being god damn spectacular.

As if he felt your eyes on him, he snapped his open and looked down at you in absolute ecstasy, his orbs having a feral and dark look to them. Your tits were bouncing at the speed of his thrusts and he let out a loud moan.

“So fucking perfect.” He said roughly, eyes boring into yours. His hand reached down and placed his thumb on your clit and you shook your head at him, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You weren't even sure if you were able to cum again.

“I’m so sensitive, Cho’, please.” You cried as more tears spilled from your eyes and he continued anyway. The thought of cumming again was exhausting, but you wanted it, wanting to lose yourself to that pleasure again. His thrusts never let up as he continued to rub your clit relentlessly and quickly. Your breathing became erratic and you clenched around him, your soft walls seeming to send him over the edge, earning another moan from Choso.

“Fuck. Baby. I need you to cum.” He basically whimpered. “I’m so close.” He begged you.

That was not going to be a problem for you. You were already close as he pleaded with you, but him begging you caused an eruption inside of you and you were suddenly hot all over. All your senses seemed to stop working, your sight temporarily gone, although you knew your eyes were intensively on his, not being able to hear anything but your moans, his loud breaths, and the gushing of your pussy. Your orgasm washed over you for the third time, the most intense one, almost blacking you out with a rumble, and right on cue, he was cumming inside of you with a call of your name falling from his lips.

You felt his hot cum inside of you and his hips stuttered as he released every last drop inside of you, lip caught in his mouth. After a short while, he seemed to finally release everything, his hips no longer rocking into you.

He was smiling at you now, and leaned down to kiss you softly, panting into your mouth. His hair brushed against your cheeks, tickling you briefly. You returned the kiss, both of you breathing harshly into each other. You felt him slip out of you and you both winced from oversensitivity.

You felt his cum dripping out of you panicked briefly, before he pulled away and quickly reassured you.

“I’ll get you a morning after pill tonight, Sunflower.” He said softly, looking into your eyes as he pushed your sticky curls from your face. Your heart rate slowed and you nodded, trusting him. You wanted children, but now was not the time. You were glad the two of you were on the same page about that.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, before rolling off of you, and pulled you towards him to cuddle into his chest, just as you two had done every time he gave you an earth shattering orgasm.

And just like before, you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

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