#yandere nobunaga

[holydayaria]

i hold onto this belief so whole heartedly, nobunaga COULD be manipulated into liking femdom or just having a fem partner that is demanding. Give or take the manipulation starts as soon as the delusions do,, explicitly telling him what you want out of a boyfriend, fiancé/husband, implying that the last relationship didnt turn out so well bc they didnt meet your expectations but nobunaga is different isnt he? Of course there are going to be limits but nobunaga’s simpery is a deep chasm and it could be enough to make his presence more bearable.

I actually think Nobunaga would like a darling that was a little demanding. He doesn’t take the majority of your wishes seriously, of course, not even when you’re cursing at him and swatting his hands away. It’s endearing, he’s willing to put up with the scratch marks on his arms.

If you play your cards just right, it isnt so hard to get what you want out of Nobunaga. At least, compared to other PT members. He tends to give in to what his darling wants more often- within reason, of course.

of course, his version of “reason” is pretty unreasonable. but captive beggars can’t be choosers.

This is kind of a balancing act, though. If you’re too submissive and let Nobunaga have his way, letting him make all the choices with little pushback, it’s going to be a lot harder to ask for anything down the road. If you’re too demanding, then he’ll see it fit to put you back in your place.

That all being said, I think it’d also be hard to manipulate him without ultimately giving him what he wants. He’s a lot more inclined to listen to you if you put up with his idea of affection, otherwise you might as well be yapping at a brick wall.

#arias.inbox #_nobunaga #_hxh #Yandere nobunaga #yandere hxh #nobunaga in my inbox it’s a good day to day

[ataraxiaspainting]

pretending to be dead in front of hxh yans. because why the hell not?

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, and implied violence.

Word Count: 900. (this was only supposed to be 400 😭)

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Chrollo

Chrollo will know right away. There is no doubt about that. Even if he was in another room and just happened to walk in through the doorway as you flopped on the floor like a fish.

He will probably hit you up with a "Darling, get up or we won't go to the museum tonight" or something like that. He likes using this carrot and stick technique quite a lot, but with his own spin on it using his manipulation tactics. He will lure you in with a reward for behaving yourself or take something away when you are bad.

If you continue this charade despite his threats, he will attempt to entertain you for a bit. Maybe he pokes you with the end of an umbrella or something, or mockingly weeps your supposed death. Eventually this will annoy you so much you will surrender.

His response is directly proportional to why you did this. Did you do it for attention? He will gladly give it to you, with reading to you and handfeeding you your favorite food, still warm from its takeout box, or maybe he even attempted to make it himself (though, if the dish doesn't come out as planned, as his perfectionism is a huge part of him, he will throw it out before you even find out he cooked something in the first place).

Did you do it so he would actually think you are dead so you could sneak off to freedom? Well, expect him to tease you about it from this point forward, but nothing serious happens. Unless you attempt to attack him and actually prevail, usually his punishments are bare to none.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is many things. Being in touch with reality is definitely not one of them. He already sees you as a fragile little baby, so trying to play dead in front of him will cause him to have a panic attack of sorts.

He believes your entire act, as bad as you were doing it. He cries and caresses you in his arms. His crusty, dry lips, unholy body odor, and his utterly disgusting breath will be the only reasons you will ever reveal your cover.

He reacts to you being alive as horribly as you expect. He will start yelling at you, scolding you like a toddler who snuck into the cookie jar and not a captive trying to get back to society once more. If he was already in a somewhat bad mood, like you rejected his advances for the umpteenth time, and he got annoyed at you playing "hard to get" again, expect to even be sent to bed without dinner or dessert. Horrifying, right?

But, then again, dinner is always raw or burnt. You are sometimes convinced Nobunaga is trying to poison you to further immobile you, so you won't attempt to escape further. Maybe this whole playing dead thing was successful, in its own way? You would rather eat pebbles than the halfway cooked rice Nobunaga puts in your pink plastic plate.

Feitan

Feitan just stares at you, not blinking. He already knows what you are trying to do. He already has a staring problem, observing everything you do, from drawing to looking outside the small, barred window in your room, so his reaction, in all honesty, does not surprise you one bit.

He will just go about his day. Feitan is an expert on the human body, being the Troupe's lead torturer and all, so he knows the difference from when you are faking being sick (or in this case dead) from when you are actually sick (a possibility from both the escape attempts and the fact that Feitan's little cabin in the middle of the woods has no heat or air conditioner. He says he does not need it, so he does not recognize it as a problem).

As always, he says nothing. He only sees this as a little bit of a tantrum you're having, and lets you have your way for once. When you eventually give up or when he has had enough of watching you, he'll leave the room to do something else.

But nothing bad happens to you, shockingly. But there is major emphasis on to you. If you have refused to admit defeat, he'll torture yet another poor unfortunate soul in his basement, their screams much louder than usual, and you will break at one point or another, either asking Feitan to stop or going to your room to put your pillow (which can also be a weapon with how hard it is) over your ears.

Machi

Machi, similar to two of the three assfarts, knows exactly what you are doing. But, like Nobunaga, she still worries, although she does not show it, and she also scolds you.

But, unlike the rest of them, she tries to listen to you after she shakes you into revealing yourself. She wants to know why you did that. If you say to try to escape from her, her heart will be broken once again.

Machi may not be the most emotionally understanding, but she does in fact try, although what she does after this incident is largely the opposite of what you wanted to happen. Even though her intentions are good, in her opinion. She will become more present in your life, bringing home more gifts for you and trying to hug you whenever you ask, although she will never initiate it herself.

She hopes you won't do that again. She'll tell you as such. She was not trying to manipulate you with the increase in gifts and consensual touches, but you will feel so bad you won't attempt such a thing from that point forward.

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[sk3tch404]

The pookies are here!!! Omg Nobunaga :3

My hxh fixation is slowly coming back to me 😨

If you saw the old caption no you didn't

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[novasdarling]

since asks are open: maybe trying to escape from yan nobunaga? love all ur works btw <3 ur a rlly skilled writer

See, I picture him as a love sick yandere who is extremely delusional. He acts so tender yet will kill if someone looks at his darling wrong. So I can only imagine how hurt he'd be when you try to break his image he has of you two.

Also, thank you so much!

Just Try

TW: Kidnapping, Forced Relationship, a Chase, Mentions of Isolation.

The wind was harsh against your face as you ran. Trying to put as much distance between you and that miserable jail cell he had the nerve to call home. Picking up your feet you made your way through the streets. Trying to avoid tripping on anything and slowing yourself down. This was the first time, and if he caught you, the last time he'd make a mistake in locking the doors. This was your only chance to run, to get away from that monster. There was no telling when he'd be home when he'd notice you were gone and you didn't want to be anywhere near when he found out. Nobunaga wasn't sane. You remembered the last few times you disobeyed him and broke his image of a loving couple. It still haunted your dreams.

The streets were barren, with only broken street lights and abandoned buildings. You weren't sure how far this place was from any help, or where the roads would lead. You could figure that out later, all you needed to do was put as much space between you and him until you came up with a plan.

You must have run for over 30 minutes straight before your body began to get tired. It didn't matter, it wasn't far enough. You tried to push yourself to go further, switching to walking now. Your legs would only carry you for another half an hour. Your body was begging you to stop, to take a break. Especially your legs and lungs. You needed to rest. Looking around you hoped there would be someplace you could hide while you caught your breath. There was a plethora of abandoned buildings, but which one would have the least chance of you falling through the floor? Taking a look, you decided on a four-story building down the street. It was the most intact building on the outside so hopefully, it would be too on the inside. Gathering some strength, you made your way to the building. The front door was mostly off its hinges. Just barely hanging on, allowing you easy access to the building.

You had guessed right. Luckily the inside of the building was also in better condition than probably most on the street. A few cracks along the walls and broken tiles were most of the damage. Step by step you went further inside. Trying to gauge how safe the floor really was while trying to find a place to catch your breath. The first floor was mainly open-concept with tons of windows. A poor place to hide. Looking to the stairs, deciding you would take your chance with them. Step by step you went up. Holding onto the railing with all your might. Both for support in case your legs gave out and in case you fell through the stairs.

The second floor was no better, only having a few rooms to it. Looking in them you saw they were once bathrooms. Now filled with black marks along the walls. You hoped they were just mold as you went on. Taking your luck with another set of stairs. Making your way to the third floor. It was much better. It had multiple rooms that didn't seem to be covered in mold. That looked like you could be in them without contracting something. There was a small room at the back of the floor plan. It was simple, with a closet and one window looking onto the side of the building and some of the street. Pushing open the cracked door, you made your way into the room. It didn't seem to be as dirty as the other rooms. Taking a seat by the window. You let yourself relax. Stretching your legs out. Trying to get them comfortable. Running your hands along your thighs and calves. Running had drained you, the adrenaline was leaving your body now. You could breathe now. You felt a bit more relaxed not being out in the open. If he got home and realized you were gone, surely he'd think you were still on the run. Not hiding in a building relatively nearby.

The minutes ticked by. Your body finally finding some peace and being able to relax. You hadn't realized your body was begging for some sleep. Some rest. It needed it. You had been locked away in some small room for months, barely moving even when he brought you around the "house". This was the most movement you've gotten in so long. Your body was screaming for a long-needed break. For sleep. You use to sleep when he was gone to pass the time or to get away from him. Before you knew it, your eyes closed. At first, you simply told yourself it was just to let them rest for a bit, but the rest lasted longer than you expected as you drifted off.

It must have been a few good hours before you began to wake up. Looking out the window you saw how the sky was now dark, the stars littering the night sky. The panic began to set in. Oh god, how long had you been out? Did Nobunaga already make it home? Did he realize you were gone? Panicking you began to get up, ready to start moving. Maybe the darkness would make it easier, you could hide a lot better. Using the shadows to hide in, moving behind the buildings instead of on the road. Though, so could he. You were prepared to begin your journey again before you heard it. It sounded like footsteps, faint, but you could still make them out. They were coming from outside. Freezing for a second you listened. Listened to them get closer and closer. There was no mistaking what that sound was. Footsteps, human footsteps. It couldn't be him, there had to be another reason. Perhaps some teen looking somewhere to graffiti or smoke. Or some lost tourist whose car broke down. The steps were too calm to be him, to be a man looking for his victim. There had to be a reason that didn't lead back to him.

Making your way to the window, you looked out. Trying to stay near the edge, stay hidden as you looked out. Some of the street lights still worked, but most were out. Keeping the street mainly dark, you could see a shadow getting closer on the street. Making its way to you. Standing there, you stared. Waiting and hoping it was just some random stranger and not him. Second, by second the shadow was getting closer, getting smaller under the light. Until the person was right by your building. You could see feet, but the body was mainly blocked by the neighbouring building. Craning your head further towards and out the window, trying to get a better look. From the bits of the body you could see, it defiantly was a man which didn't ease your worry. You waited for them to move, but they just stood there. Out of sight, playing with the shadows to hide them. Trying to ease your worry, you made up scenarios. Telling yourself it was just some teen or some random man with a broken-down car. Right? That seemed plausible. Even though your common sense told you otherwise. Nobunaga wouldn't pick a place to keep you that was high traffic. Sure you had made it pretty far, but you knew him. He wasn't an idiot. No one came around here. Meaning it had to be him.

"I know you're in there."

You were right. It was him. His voice was calm and relaxed like he always was. While you were the opposite. You were sweating, scared beyond belief. The most fear you've felt since the first day he took you.

"Come out, sweetie. It's late and" Nobunaga let out a tired laugh. "I'm exhausted. Work has been rough today. So please, please make this easy."

Like hell, you would. Running out of the room, you made your way to the stairs leading to the last floor. There had to be some kind of fire escape or something. After all, buildings were usually supposed to have more than one kind of exit. Running up the stairs, not giving a damn for safety this time around. You picked up your feet faster when you heard a loud smash from down below. It was him breaking down the front door. Not caring to dive under its opening like you had. He was in the building with you.

You searched frantically around the building. Hoping there was something, that you were right about a second exit. Tearing open every door, looking inside before moving in. Your search became more desperate as you heard his steps making his way up. Nobunaga was taking his time moving, letting the sounds echo throughout the place. He was on the second floor now.

"This is getting tiring, please let's just go home."

You moved to another room, but this time there was not even a window. Moving to a new room, seeing this time there was a huge window. Looking out it, you realized there seemed to be a ladder leading down. It was narrow and looked like it was one of those maintenance ones. Sliding further down when you got closer to the second floor. Nobunaga was moving again. Making his way up the stairs that led to the third floor.

"I'm tired and hungry. Let's just go home. I'm not in the mood to play this game anymore."

You could hear the change in his voice. The cheerfulness or indifference he held with you was gone. Rather, his voice was lower than normal. You could tell he was on the verge of freaking out. He was trying to keep his emotions in check. Something he was horrible with.

You tried to push the window open and get to the ladder, but the window wouldn't budge. You tried again and again. Silently begging for it to open. Pleading to any god out there to let you get away from him. Your panic skyrocketed when you heard him at the bottom of the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

"Get down here now."

The window was beginning to give in. Slowly opening with each push you gave it. It had rusted horribly and been painted shut.

"I'm not asking. Get down here now."

He was shouting now, not just so you could hear him. He was pissed. This was worse than the time you managed to land a hit on him the first few days he had you. He had freaked out, asking how you could hurt him when all he did was love you. He had shut you in a windowless room for what must have been days. Taking the comfort of a bed or entertainment away.

"I've been good."

He took a few steps up the stairs.

"I've been patient."

He was getting closer causing you to push the window more.

"I've tried so hard to love you properly."

You gave one last push for it to open so you could fit out.

"And this is how you thank me."

He was at the top of the stairs. Making his way to the room you had been in. You were trying to fit yourself out of the window.

"You ungrateful little-"

The door was slammed open. Knocking it off its hinges. There he stood, Nobunaga. His sword slung over his shoulder going down his back. He looked dishevelled. His hair was a mess, not neatly in a ponytail like usual. He looked at you with wide eyes. Taking in what he was seeing. You, halfway out a window, taking your chances with a shady-looking latter rather than being with him. You were breaking the little fantasy he had of you two. Of a picture-perfect couple in love. A couple who were simply just having a normal fight. Forcing him to see reality. An image he never wanted to see.

"Get over here now."

You didn't. You both just stared at each other. Nobunaga took a deep breath. Trying to steady himself. He wasn't acting like the normal man you knew. Like the man who would bathe you. Even as you screamed and kicked. He would still hold you down in the tub. Trying to be as gentle as possible. Apologizing over and over as he scrubbed your skin clean. Even then he showed compassion in his eyes. Even if there was hunger and greed mixing with it too. Now though, now there seemed only to be anger and hurt.

There was no time to react to him. Without any warning, he launched towards you. Yanking you out of the window and towards him. His hands gripped your arms. Holding you in place. Nobunaga was looking down at you. Wide eyes, searching your face. You weren't sure what for. All you do was cry though. Cry that your plan failed. That you lost your chance to get away. You could have been so much further if you hadn't rested if you hadn't slept. It was your own fault why you were back in his clutch. You knew him. He would figure out how you got out and make sure it never happened again.

"Oh, sweetheart." Nobunaga was now brushing your tears away instead of clutching your arms. "Did I scare you? Because you scared me."

A hand was placed at the back of your head. Pushing your face into his chest. One hand held your head in place while the other roamed your back. Like he was trying to soothe you.

"Shh, shh, I'm here now." He placed a kiss on the top of your head. "We can talk about your punishment when we get home." His words just made you cry harder. Soaking his top. "I know, I know, but you did leave the house. I told you it's not safe, That I was protecting you and look what you did."

Nobunaga grabbed you and carried you bridal style. Probably not wanting to take a chance of you running again, hurting his feelings even more. Pushing your face back into his chest. He always hated when you cried. Said it made him feel bad like he was the bad guy.

"If you're good on the way home" Nobunaga started his way down the stairs and out of the building. "and say you're sorry. I promise I'll be easy. I'll even give you options."

This was it. You were going back to that jail cell. Likely just to be locked back up in that room again. Spending days and days in there with little food or water. No real contact or conversation with him. Until you were begging for anything. Praying for any kind of affection, even from him. Nobunaga wanted you to play house, wanted a good little partner. One way or another, he was going to get you to play your role.

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[uvobreakmylegs]

New Beginnings

a fic I wrote in earlier in the year for Suiren's birthday :D

Mafia AU, Nobunaga x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, stalking, delusional Nobu strikes again

Word count: 3.8k

The flowers probably weren't salvageable, Nobunaga thought to himself.

He'd intended on them being a nice gesture, something to make you feel more at ease when you saw them. Instead, they were the first thing you knocked over after he grabbed you in order to keep you from running out of his quarters.

A mess was all that remained of his gesture: the water that had quickly soaked into the carpet while the spider lilies and bits of broken vase were strewn about. A mess that needed cleaning up, but one that he'd been unable to get to for….. Damn, a few hours now.

Turning his attention away from the time and back to you, Nobunaga did feel a little bit of relief.

This whole thing had been a little chaotic, but at least you had finally calmed down now.

After spending hours fighting against Nobunaga, struggling in his grip and crying and just trying to get away from him after the harrowing experience of being kidnapped, you had stilled as you finally sat motionless in his lap with your back leaning against his chest. You still sniffled from time to time, a few stray tears still rolling down your cheek, but you weren't actively trying to escape him anymore.

Nobunaga's arms were still wrapped around you, but once you had settled some, he had placed one hand on your head to softly stroke your hair.

“Finally tired out?” he asked.

You didn't give a response. Earlier, when you'd been fighting him, you had tried to scream as loud as you could, hoping that the noise might get some help sent your way. Nobu had anticipated this, and one of his hands clamped over your mouth to muffle your screams as he told that you'd be disturbing the others on the floor if you did that. It seemed that because of that, you didn't want to answer him now.

Nobunaga tilted his head at you, saying your name in a questioning tone.

“Don't ignore me now,” he said, “talk to me.”

You shook your head.

He considered you for a few moments before he sighed.

“I know that wasn't the best way to bring you here,” he said, “but others had become aware of you. I couldn't risk leaving you out there while enemies knew about our relationship.”

That seemed to strike a nerve.

“What fucking relationship?” you hissed, “I don't even know you.”

“You know that isn't true,” he replied, “I saw you almost every day last week.”

“Yeah, and it was weird as hell to see you outside my apartment almost every day,” you snapped, “you stalking me doesn't count as us having a relationship.”

Nobunaga sighed.

“I hate to go playing the blame game,” he began, “but you do know that I needed to do that since you wouldn't talk to me, right?”

“You didn't need to do that!” you spat, “you could've just accepted that I wasn't interested and left me alone!”

“We made a connection-”

“No we didn't,” you insisted, interrupting him, “you're not my boyfriend, I'm not your lover; we're two complete strangers who happened to have a conversation on the street and went our separate ways after. There's nothing more than that.”

Your voice then wavered when you said “we don't have a relationship.”

Anyone else may have answered the wake-up call in your words, that he was seeing things that hadn't actually been and try to make this situation right by letting you go as you so desperately wanted.

But Nobunaga found himself focused on the fact that you remembered the first time the two of you met. And while you hadn't spoken much of the details of that meeting, the fact that it stayed in your mind must've meant that it was just as significant to you as it was to him.

Despite how short that meeting had been, you had felt a connection to him just as he had to you.

You were just having a harder time accepting it, that you could jump into a relationship with him based on that alone.

For that reason, Nobunaga wasn't at all surprised that you had fought with him during and after your kidnapping, but he was hoping you would given up earlier. Every second you fought him was a second he could've used to prove that he loved you.

“I know,” he answered, “I know you don't get it yet.”

“But this is necessary. To keep you safe,” he added.

“Kidnapping isn't how you keep people safe,” you responded bitterly.

“In this instance, it is,” said Nobunaga, “and eventually, you'll realize that.”

“No-!”

You began to struggle again. Despite how little it had done you earlier, the urge to get away from him took over you once more and you did your best to wiggle out of the firm grip that held you.

Fat lot of good that did.

Nobunaga was starting to get annoyed, but he told himself he couldn't become angry with you. If he did something drastic like hitting you or tying you to the bed, it would make you that much more resentful of him.

“Is this a second wind?” he asked, “if I have to hold you the entire night I will.”

“No!”

Just as before, your attempts to get out of his hold were pitiful, and you were reduced to a sobbing mess within minutes. Nobu watched you carefully, readying himself to cover your mouth again if he had to. He had gotten annoyed with other spiders for the noises their darlings had made on the first few nights they had been taken, and he didn't want to give any of the others any ammo to mock him for you being just as bad.

When your sobs had quieted again, Nobunaga turned you so you were facing him, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before lifting your chin up so you could look him in the eye. You gave him a sour look, but he ignored it.

“I know you want to leave, but I'm sure that in time, this place will feel like home for you,” he said.

You shook your head.

“No.”

Were the other darlings this obstinate when they first arrived? Nobu personally couldn't imagine Feitan, Shalnark or Machi tolerating behavior like this. He sighed again. Hurting you and showing you how bad things could be if he was unhappy was certainly an option, but he had no desire to break you and make you fear him more than you already did. Punishment would only come for truly serious offenses. Right now he needed to be patient with you.

“Give it time,” Nobunaga said, “for the next week or so you won't be allowed out of our living quarters, and if you keep acting up, it could be longer before I let you into the common areas of the floor. After that, you'll be allowed in several points of the building. And maybe on occasion when we get permission, we can go outside together.”

“I need permission to go outside?” you asked. There was a rage bubbling in your eyes again. Somehow learning that made you more angry than afraid again.

“You're mine now,” he explained, “and there will be those who will try to hurt me by hurting you.”

“I'm not yours! People don't belong to people!” you yelled.

You began to hit him again, beating your fists against his chest over and over. Nobu decided it was better to just take this and let you tire yourself out again. Better this than you starting to yell again and force him to hold your mouth shut. Angry tears flowed down your cheeks at the hopelessness of the situation. Surely you realized that even if you managed to get away from him, the amount of security you had seen on your way in was still in your mind, and you would know that there was no hope of you running out of this building without being stopped by someone.

Eventually your assault on him stopped, and you pressed your forehead against his chest in defeat.

It was quiet now, the only noise in the room being that of your ragged breathing.

Should he say something?

… Maybe not. So far Nobu had only managed to upset you every time he spoke, and that certainly wasn't winning him any points with you. The best course of action might be to stay quiet until you said or did something.

And a few moments later, you did speak.

“Why…”

Your voice was barely over a whisper, but he still heard you, and he tilted his head at you as he waited for you to continue whatever you were saying.

“Why did you do this to me?” you asked.

Betrayal.

Through your soft, sad voice, he could clearly hear it. Sense it in the way you now clutched at his shirt. You had trusted him, and he had re-payed that trust by forcibly taking you. That needed to be what this was.

And yet knowing that gave Nobunaga a bit of hope. For you to be betrayed, you had to have liked him at least somewhat. The way you had smiled at him on the day you met was still so clear in his mind. He was certain that there was at least some bit of affection for him in your heart, and once you got over your kidnapping and you realized just how much you meant to him, he was certain those feelings would come back and grow stronger.

Once you were able to get over that hurdle in your head, everything would be fine.

Nobu wasn't sure if you had wanted an answer to your question, but after a few moments, he responded softly “because I love you.”

You didn't react.

Maybe you weren't listening, or maybe the events of tonight had simply exhausted you and you no longer could react. Either way it was out in the open now, and even if you didn't believe him in that moment, eventually you would.

He now had all the time he needed to convince you of that.

When you shifted in his hold and tried to pull away again, his grip around you tightened, anticipating a third attempt of getting away from him.

“Please let go,” you said, not looking at him, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“…. Alright. But leave the door unlocked,” he said, his tone becoming a bit more firm as he added “there'll be problems if I need to break it down.”

You nodded somewhat hastily, and with that, he finally loosened his grip completely. You were fast to scramble off of his lap and make your way to the bathroom door, closing it a bit too quickly, but you listened to his warning as there was no click of the lock after.

But what he could hear after was the sound of you sobbing again, your soft cries echoing slightly against the smooth surfaces in the bathroom. He had thought that maybe you had run out of tears, but apparently not.

Now was probably the best time to give you a bit of space. You hadn't immediately run for the door to the entrance of his quarters like he was worried you would, so you were deserving of that much.

As he sat and waited for you to process your emotions, his mind went back to the day the two of you met and the random act of fate that put the two of you together.

He'd run into you on a windy day when you were coming out of a flower shop, a bouquet of red flowers in one hand while the other had been occupied with shoving your wallet back into your bag. While you weren't turned away from him, the majority of your face had been obscured from his view due to the wide-brimmed hat you were wearing.

At first he had only barely acknowledged your presence, his eyes naturally going over to you when you had initially exited the shop just to be aware of the new person that was now in his sights. Nobu hadn't anticipated that you might be a threat, but with his status in the troupe and the dangers that came with having such a position, it didn't hurt to be too careful. The would-be assassins of the world took many different forms.

He didn't spend long looking at you once he determined that there was nothing to be worried about, turning his attention back towards the walkway in front of him, his thoughts going back to the troupe and recent issues that had cropped up, ones regarding the owner of a private security company that operated within Yorknew. From his peripheral vision, he had noted that you had begun walking away from the flower shop entrance, heading in the direction opposite of him, and the thoughts of you would've quickly exited his mind once you were out of his line of sight.

Nobunaga would've passed you by completely had it not been for what happened next.

A gust of wind blew past you, and it was strong enough that it knocked your hat off of your head. You tried to grab it with your free hand but you weren't fast enough, and you started to follow, trying to hurry and grab it before it got too far away or touched the ground.

Instead, Nobu caught it.

It was mostly instinct that made him catch it. Just an instance where he saw from the corner of his eye that something was coming towards his head and he reacted. He only realized what had happened when he felt the material against his fingers and then looked at it to confirm.

And then you walked up to him, thanking him for not allowing the thing to blow away.

Something about you struck him. Something about the way you smiled and thanked him as he handed the hat back to you.

Something about the way you looked at him so sweetly.

“No problem,” he told you, having been barely able to remember that it was best to give you some sort of response.

That probably should've been the end of it, but something in him compelled him to keep talking to you. You'd set the hat back on your head when the wind blew again, and while this time it didn't escape you again, you needed to grab and hold it in place.

That had made for an easy enough topic of conversation.

“Doesn't seem like you dressed appropriately for this sort of weather,” he commented, brushing some of his hair behind his ear.

“Guess not,” you agreed, laughing as you said “it looked nice enough out today, so I didn't think to check what the conditions were. Lesson learned. Won't do that again.”

Nobu nodded along absentmindedly before glancing at the bouquet you held. All he'd really noted before was their red coloring, but now that he was looking at them for more than a few seconds….

…. Weren't the Spider Lilies associated with death and bad luck?

“Someone die?” he asked, nodding towards the flowers.

“Hm? Ah, they do tend to have a negative connotation, don't they?” you said, laughing a little.

Then you shook your head, adding “but these are for me. I like them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think they're pretty.”

Nobunaga glanced at them again.

The shade of red was nice, he supposed.

“I am a little surprised, though,” you said, “I didn't think most guys were interested in flowers. Not most guys around here, at least.”

“I can't say that I'm interested,” Nobu answered, “I've just heard enough about them to know that they're typically a bad sign.”

“Yeah,” you said again, “but I still like them.”

The conversation came to an end after that; you apparently had somewhere you needed to be. And to be fair, it was the same case for Nobu, as he was very likely going to be late for a troupe meeting.

You thanked him once more for saving your hat, and shortly after you were on your way, once again heading in the opposite direction of him. And although your face was quickly obscured from him, Nobunaga felt certain that he saw you smiling to yourself as you walked away.

After watching you for a moment, he had turned and began to walk as well, heading back towards his destination, though his thoughts had remained on you.

It was strange how one little interaction had stayed with him like that. How a single conversation about weather and flowers that hadn't even lasted five minutes replayed in his head for the entire rest of the day and only ended when he finally fell asleep that night, just to end up replaying in his head again the morning after.

He had accepted that the meeting between you two was fate the day after that and that the two of you were meant to be together. Why else would he be thinking of you so often? Why else would you have spoken with him like that? Why else had the elements themselves conspired to bring about a scenario where you were made to interact with one another?

It was the only explanation that made any sense.

Luck had been on his side when he remembered the flower shop he saw you walk out of – it was one that was under the troupe's protection, and for that reason, the owner had no choice but to allow Nobu to look through the shop's recent orders when he went in for a surprise 'visit'.

Luck was on his side again as it turned out you had called the shop to place the order for the spider lilies, giving them your name and phone number that they had yet to clear from their records.

It was incredibly easy to find you after that.

Back to the present, Nobu sighed to himself as he thought over what had happened after he'd found where you lived and how you'd become increasingly defensive every time he spoke with you. Maybe he'd come on too hard those other times. And now this, having no other option than to take you to the Nitery just to ensure your safety when you made it clear that you didn't want to go.

Nobunaga had no doubt that it would be a long, strenuous process for you, to accept your place as his darling and to learn to love him back, but even if that process took forever, you would give in.

You were meant to.

Several minutes had passed, and you still hadn't left the bathroom. He wasn't worried that you had managed to escape through there; that room had no windows, and the air vents were far too small for anyone to fit through.

Still, at a certain point he needed to make sure you were alright.

Getting up and standing before the closed door, he knocked on it gently as he called out your name.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

No answer.

His brows furrowed, and he took the knob in hand and turned it.

He found you in the shower, curled up in a corner of the stall and your head resting against your knees as you were fast asleep.

You must have been truly exhausted to have fallen asleep in such a place.

Nobunaga gingerly picked you up and carried you bridal style out of the bathroom. Though he had spent several hours with you in his arms, there was something about how you were so docile right now, not fighting against him and even pressing yourself further against him in your sleep. A shame that it was only because you weren't awake at the moment. But someday, he told himself, he would get to the point where you would long to be in his arms, where you would beg for his touch and for him to give you everything he had to give.

Not tonight. Or anytime soon.

But maybe in a matter of months he could get you to that point.

He placed you on his bed, putting the covers over you after. Tomorrow he'd have some of his lackeys accompany him to your old apartment and gather up some of your clothing and other items that you might miss. For tonight, though, you'd need to make due with sleeping in your clothes.

And what he'd need to make due with tonight was sleeping on the couch. As much as he wanted to go to sleep with you in his embrace, you'd be upset in the morning if that was what you woke up to.

Eventually he'd get to that point without you being disgusted with him, he told himself as he turned off the light of the bedroom, leaving you sleeping peacefully in the dark.

Now alone in the main area of his quarters, Nobunaga was about to turn off the lights and pass out on the couch – it was horribly late by now.

But just as he went to flick the light switch, he caught sight of the broken vase and flowers that still hadn't been cleaned up, and he sighed to himself again. Better to clean it up now so he wouldn't have the hassle of doing that the next day as well.

Pulling over a small trash bin, he began to collect the pieces of vase and tossed them in before going to the flowers. It felt like a shame to throw them away, especially since you liked them. Though it really was your fault for smacking them like you did.

Nobunaga looked at the flower he currently held; the stem was bent and some of the petals had fallen off.

Death, bad luck and abandonment, he remembered. Just a few of the meanings this flower had.

You'd met him when you were carrying a bouquet of these, and you saw the red spider lily again when you were brought to his room at the Nitery.

Maybe you were reconsidering how much you liked them and how much bad luck they had brought you so far.

That fleeting thought caught him off-guard, and he froze, broken flower still in hand.

…..

… Superstition was silly, he told himself as he continued with the clean up.

If anything, these flowers represented good luck for him, because if it hadn't been for you going to that flower shop on that day to collect them, he might not have found you.

It was pure chance and good luck that brought the two of you together, and while Nobunaga knew you didn't see it that way now, eventually you'd stop lying to yourself and admit that it was true: you were meant to be together.

But until that day came, he'd be patient with you and do whatever he could so you would understand that. Happiness for the two of you would come eventually when you gave in.

You were meant to, Nobunaga repeated to himself.

#reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere hxh #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga hazama

[skyyletai]

I'm truly disappointed that no one on tik tok appreciates them. I mean, WHERE ARE MY EDITS, LEBOWSKI???!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh nobunaga #hxh uvogin #hxh phinks #phinks magcub #yandere uvogin #yandere nobunaga #yandere phinks #nobunaga hazama

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Nobunaga Hazama x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, implied dub-con, Daddy kink, objectification, rough sex, brief mentions of anal, fem reader, MDNI

You've become Nobunaga's personal little stress reliever once he kidnaps you away.

His go-to solution for any kind of heightened emotion he's feeling is to come home and give you a nice, thorough, intense fucking. It soothes his nerves, and it's good for you to get a little excercise.

Franklin's getting on his nerves or frustrating him during a job they have to work together?

As soon as it's over Nobunaga's slamming open the front door and then slamming you down onto the floor, too impatient to even make it to the bed as he fishes his already leaking and needy cock out of his kimono and up against you. You'll end up stomach down against the dingy carpet, legs spread and Nobunaga's entire body weight on you as he fucks into you, literally fucking you into the floor and laying down on top of you. That way. every inch of him is touching every inch of you - it helps him calm down, but you'd argue the way it gets his breath ragged is really quite the opposite.

Someone in the bar he went to with Phinks and Uvogin was getting him trouble?

He'll kill the guy, then immediately return home to you and bend you over the kitchen table, fucking into you so hard you're crying and moaning and begging for more more more. He'll smack your ass and go on about how you're so good for Daddy, fuck baby you feel so damn good, been needin' this little pussy all day-

Uvogin beat him in some petty, stupid bet?

Nobunaga's rushing home and pushing you down onto the bed, pressing your knees up to your chin as he fucks you into a mating press, his hips moving fast and smacking so loudly into your that it's wanton, filthy. All the while, he's muttering and growling about at least he can fuck his woman right, at least he knows how to make you feel good and get you creaming and moaning for him him him.

You're like his own personal fleshlight - and sometimes it sure feels that way, too. He moves you up and down like you're a toy, like you're just something to be used, a hole to be fucked, even though he's saying your name and all these nice things about how sexy you are and how he's been looking forward to this all day and won't you be a good girl and suck on Daddy's fingers for a little bit, yeah?

You're his immediate solution for any influx of emotion, and more often than not this'll leave you with a sore body and fresh hickeys littering your neck, collarbone, and upper back, Nobuanga's teeth marks even slightly visible in the meaty part of your neck.

He's rough and he thrusts into you fast enough to leave your tits bouncing in every direction and your eyes to nearly cross. It's just so much, but as soon as he comes inside you, he's back to cooing at you, kissing you and caressing your cheek and tummy and thighs while he tells you that you're so good f'me angel, I'm so proud of you for taking me so well, maybe next time you'll even take me well up here...

The long, slender fingers that suddenly push lightly against your asshole make you tense up, but Nobuanga only smirks.

You're his stress reliever, of course, and Nobunaga is a very, very stressed man after all - even if it's really just an excuse to fuck you like an animal every time he sees you.

Like he's claiming you, a thought that makes a big, dopey, pleased smile sit on his lips. That sounds nice.

#_lee thirsts #_nobunaga hazama #_hxh #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere nobunaga #hxh smut

[bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses]

Boyfriend

CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re  hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me? 

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase. 

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was. 

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in. 

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.” 

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him. 

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you. 

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him? 

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut. 

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake. 

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him. 

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks. 

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix. 

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does. 

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.” 

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you. 

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him. 

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic. 

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists. 

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving. 

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?” 

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head. 

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?” 

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs. 

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you). 

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations. 

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections. 

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you. 

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #x reader #reader insert #nonbinary reader #n/s/f/w #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere nobunaga #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: possessive behavior #tw: cussing #tw: yandere themes #Hmmmmm #love me some moody samurai man #also I feel like the yandere in this one isn't nearly as overt as I wanted it to be but hopefully people still like it lmao

[after-witch]

Duplexity  [Yandere Nobunaga x Reader]

Title: Duplexity  [Yandere Nobunaga x Reader]

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Nobunaga is loyal and caring and always makes you feel loved. He’s also a murderer. 

Word Count: 3009

notes: Yandere, unhealthy relationship, mention of murder, some non-graphic blood/violence

Your boyfriend Nobunaga loves to make you dinner, and always make sure it’s something that will get your taste buds singing. Your boyfriend Nobunaga has a soft, sweet sense of humor that never fails to cheer you up when you’re in a bad mood. Your boyfriend Nobunaga is loyal and caring, and always makes you feel loved. 

Your boyfriend Nobunaga is a murderer. 

If you were to guess, and it’s not something you care to do, you might suppose that he’s killed hundreds. Maybe more? He is part of the infamous Phantom Troupe, after all, and they weren’t exactly known for a lack of excess when it came to piles of corpses.

Sometimes you wonder . If your boyfriend is a murderer, what does that make you? An accomplice? A witness? Or someone who has terrible, disgusting knowledge and does nothing with it.

But that’s not quite true, is it? You do something with things you know, the little things you glean when he’s home. A speckle of blood he missed on his cheek. A bruise, a cut, the tiniest fray in the fabric of his clothes. The cagey expression as he looks away when you asked what he did while he was gone. The way your stomach clenches when you watch him sleep, and wonder--what did he look like, when he was taking someone’s life?

You bury all of these things (and so much more) deep, deep down and pretend that they don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. 

If you left them out in the open, they might fester and rot. They would stink. At least, shoved inside the crevices of your heart, you can pretend they don’t exist. For a while.

Because, really--just how much can someone bury before it comes bursting out at the seams, all slime and horror?

--

He’s been gone a few weeks. It’s not unusual. His business takes him places where you can’t, and wouldn’t care to, go for long stretches of time. Sometimes a few days. Sometimes weeks. On one occasion, months. You don’t like to think about that time, because you were sure he was dead, and even the sight of his hesitant smile in the doorway couldn’t shake away the dread you’d felt for those months.

But today, his arrival is expected. In fact, he’s a few days early, which is a nice surprise. You miss him when he’s gone, of course.

But… you miss him even more when he’s gone for more than a few days, and sometimes, you think it’s because the longer he’s away, the more likely it is that he’s doing something particularly awful. Isn’t that sick? You would rather he be gone for three days, and perhaps kill one or two targets, than be gone for weeks and engage in a whole host of unknown mystery horrors.

He’d never confirm what he did while he was away, even if you asked.

You never ask.

And now, you push all thoughts of what he might have been doing aside, because he’s setting down his bag on the table next to the door and giving you a grin that makes your stomach flutter. You’ve missed that grin so much, and you can’t help the grin that breaks out on your own face as you rush to greet him. 

No words are exchanged yet, and they don’t need to be. You simply press your lips against his own and welcome the familiar feeling, the warmth that you’ve come to love from his mouth, from his body, from his very aura. 

His hands wrap around your back and pull you closer.

“Miss me that much?” He asks, all soft words. His smile is tired and relieved.

You shake your head, teasing, the grin still on your face. “Nope. Totally fine without you.”

He raises his eyebrows in mock horror. “Wow. You really didn’t miss me, huh?

You quirk your head and keep up the grin. “Oh no, not at all. I didn’t sleep with a big pillow next to me on the bed because I missed snuggling, or talk to myself while I cooked because I missed our conversations. Nothing like that at all.”

He laughs, shaking his head, pulling himself from you only to lead you over to the comfortable couch--your favorite spot. For snuggling, for watching movies together, and occasionally falling asleep on purpose so that he will cradle you before picking you up and tucking you into bed. 

You should probably ask him if you want something to eat, but you’d rather just hold him for now. And let him hold you. Your body finds its familiar comfort entangled in his limbs, your head resting against his chest while he embraces you, snug and firm.

“Will you have to leave again soon?” You inwardly cringe at the question, even as you ask it. You didn’t mean to lead with something needy, but constantly being separated from your boyfriend could take a toll on you over time. You hated it when he came home only to stay for a few days and leave again. 

He hums, and hugs you tighter.

“Shouldn’t be for a while.” You want to ask--How long is a while?--but you don’t. He seems to sense your question and strokes your hair. “Not for a few weeks. Plenty of time, don’t you think?”

You nod, even as a small part of you thinks that no, it’s not plenty of time, actually. None of your friends, no one you knew, had to deal with their boyfriend leaving like this. Sure, maybe one of their husbands took a business trip once a year.

But that was different from Nobunaga weaving in and out of your life. And sometimes, even when he said he was going to stay for awhile, he got pulled away with something sudden. Those times hurt the most, especially if you had something special planned. And he always tried to make it up to you, but it didn’t erase the hurt.

Or the nagging thought--what was it he did, this time, when he was pulled away? What sort of “work emergencies'' did the Phantom Troupe have? It couldn’t be anything good. And when he came back, your eyes would always search for those little things. Blood, wounds, something. Anything, however small, that might tell you where he’d been, and what he’d done. 

The arms around you right now could have been wielding a weapon just a day ago. They could have held a sword that sliced through someone’s body like cheese, spilling blood and guts as someone’s life was drained out of their eyes. Nobunaga would have watched, impassive--or did he take pleasure in it? You tried to imagine that, tried to imagine him smirking as someone begged for their life, and--

“You got something on your mind?” There’s something worried but sharp in his tone. It cuts through your thoughts quick and easy.

You look up at him, feeling shaken, but feeling loved, too. There’s a smile on his face, but it’s a tired one. He should probably nap while you make dinner. Did he ever nap after he committed murder?

You sigh, and squeeze your eyes shut. You should stop thinking about things like that. You have to, if you want to make this work. 

“No,” you say, softly, leaning your head back down on his chest. “Sorry. I just missed you.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Can’t be helped, sweetness. A man’s gotta work.”

“Mm-hmm.” You hum it out and pull him closer to you.

You don’t want to drag the feeling out--his or yours. It’s easier when you don’t. Instead you’ll think about what to do next. Put his stuff away. Make dinner. Do dishes. Take a shower. Head to the bedroom, if he’s up for it. Maybe pick a movie, if the two of you aren’t tired out. In fact, speaking of tired--

“Hey, Nobu?” You don’t wait for him to answer. “You should take a nap while I make dinner. Seems like you could use one.”

Another kiss to your head.

“Sounds good to me.” He sighs, and reluctantly loosens his grip so that you can get up to start on dinner. You’re dimly aware that he’s remained on the couch as you busy yourself with your tasks, murmuring softly as he stands--no doubt to head to your shared bedroom for that nap. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

--

Someone is inside your apartment. You know this because of a series of sounds that could not have occurred on their own. The sound of your front door shutting, quietly--the softest of clicks. The sound of feet on the wooden entryway. 

Soft sounds, sure. But Nobu had trained you enough on the importance of constant alertness for them to wake you up out of your deep sleep. For the sounds to create an alarm in your head, screaming--

Danger.

The world is both bleary and heavy and startling sharp for a few prolonged, agonizing moments. And then everything is so frighteningly clear that you feel like you’re not even inside your body as your hand reaches for your phone.

You should call the police.

But you need to know who’s there, for your own piece of mind. Even though you can practically hear Nobu in your head, asking you what the hell you were doing, it could be an assassin, it could be--

You ignore the mental buzz of the advice you know he would give and creep out of your bedroom, phone in hand, dialed to the police station and simply waiting for your thumb to press “send.”

But just as you’re about to call for the police, a voice calls out from the open kitchen. A familiar voice, hushed, reassuring--and firm.

“Hey. It’s me. Put your phone down now.”

Your hand trembles as you set your phone on the sofa.

“Nobu?” Your voice is just as shaky as your body. Nobu never came in unannounced. Ever. So why--

A muffled sound from the entryway draws your attention. And that feeling of adrenaline spikes again as your body jerks in surprise. It’s not just Nobu? It’s not just Nobu. So who--

There’s a man in the entryway. Slumped over. Bleeding. 

“Nobu?” Your eyes don’t leave the man, and your body twitches, instinctively wanting to run to him. But then Nobu’s hand is on your shoulder, and you stay put.

“Go to your room.” His voice is firm. You don’t have to turn to know that he’s wearing a simple, calm expression. One that expects you to listen.

You lick your lips. The man is hurt. He’s bleeding, badly. Maybe another member of the Troupe? 

“He’s hurt,” you say, as if Nobu has no idea that the man bleeding out in your apartment is injured in any way.

“Go to your room,” he repeats. 

The man coughs, and seems to come to a stronger awareness as he looks up at you for the first time. His eyes go wide. He looks so helpless.

“We have to call someone. The--the police. Or the hospital.” You turn, hands reaching out for your phone, but Nobu reaches out like lightning and grips your arm. He doesn’t squeeze, but he’s strong, and it hurts. He’s never touched you like this before.

“Babe,” he says, and the teasing term of endearment doesn’t sound anywhere near as lighthearted as it usually does. It sounds like a finger snapping, meant to break you out of some stupid reverie. 

Your mouth opens and closes, your head turns from the man to Nobu to your phone.

“The… police,” you say, quiet, confused. “The hospital?”

He shakes his head, and you’re so confused. And then you take a closer look at the man and everything clicks into place, clearly, terribly. 

The man’s legs and wrists are bound tight with rope. 

He was a victim, yes. But he was Nobu’s victim. 

The world falls out underneath you, but Nobunaga catches you, letting out a soft ‘hup’ as he lifts you up and gently sets you down on the couch. 

“Easy there,” he says, before his hand presses against your forehead. A dim thought of childhood comes to mind, of being sick, of your mom taking care of you. It’s swept away when you remember where you are and what’s happening.

You flinch, suddenly.

“Hey,” Nobu says, soft, like you’re something to be coaxed and calmed. “It’s me. It’s just me.”

You blink and blink, and Nobu’s face is there, dimly lit by the kitchen stove light and the small lap you like to keep on in the living room just in case you want to walk into the kitchen for a snack after bed.

“Take a breath,” Nobu says. And you do. Slow, like you’re at the doctor’s office. “There we go.” And Nobu’s smile is just as easy and sweet as it always is. Only now he’s giving it to you because you almost fainted after he brought back a bleeding man into your apartment and--

“Please, call the police,” a voice says. You know without looking that it’s the man. The dying man who Nobu dragged into your apartment. Would he kill him here? Oh God, what if one of your neighbors saw, what if someone sees--

Your throat feels like gravel when you swallow against your increasingly rapid breaths. This is too much. This is too much and you can’t handle it. It’s one thing to have the vague knowledge of the Troupe in your head, it’s one thing to see a frayed shirt and wonder. 

It’s another for a man to be bleeding out just a few feet away from you.

You can’t breathe. You don’t know what to do, until there’s strong hands on  your cheeks, pressing down just hard enough to get your attention. 

“Look at me.” Nobu’s voice is a lifeline and  you reach for it. “Just focus on me. You’re fine.”

And you look up at the face of your boyfriend, who looks so concerned. Not about the man (the blood--did Nobu cut him? Stab him? How hard? How many times?) but about you. Because he cares about you.

Because he loves you.

And you love him, too. Despite everything. Despite what’s happening here and now, in the darkness of your apartment.

Steady breaths come eventually. Nobu is so patient that it makes you feel guilty, because isn’t there something much more important he should be attending to right now? But instead he’s crouched on the couch, calming you down, stroking your face, whispering assurances until your heart isn’t trying to burst out of your chest and you aren’t choking on air.

“Help me,” the man says again, a pathetic, desperate, dying sound. 

You’re watching Nobu’s eyes as he says it, but his expression doesn’t change. There’s only the concern for you. 

When you let Nobu pull you to a standing position, the man wheezes. It might be a defeated sound. Or he might be finally dying.

You don’t know. It’s not your business. So you don’t think about it.

Instead you let Nobu pull you closer, patting your back, checking you over. 

“You okay?” He asks. And the question isn’t just about your dizziness or your panic attack. You know that.

He’s asking how you feel about the bleeding man he dragged into your apartment in the dead of night, and everything that entails. 

Your eyes search his; there are unspoken questions that someone other than you might have asked. Someone else might have asked: “What if I’m not okay with this? What if I want you to leave? What if I can’t be with a murderer?” Or other such sensible questions. Probably those same people wouldn’t have willingly stayed with Nobu after finding out who he is and what he does. 

But you aren’t those people. And the questions you might ask, the terrifying, frightened rabbit questions that are hammering at your chest so hard it makes you feel sick, get buried down with everything else. 

They won’t spill out. Not tonight. Not ever, if you can help it.

“Mm,” you hum, and even Nobu seems a little surprised at how lighthearted your tone is. 

“You sure?” He finally darts his gaze towards the man, who is breathing--labored, pained--but no longer doing much else. When his eyes return to yours, you’re already shrugging. 

“Yeah. You just scared me, that’s all. Coming in so late.” There’s a shaky laugh that doesn't feel like it comes from your own mouth, even though it does. “You hungry?” You offer a weak smile. “I can warm up leftovers, or--”

Nobu says your name, and you stop talking. He presses his hand to your forehead again, like you might be sick. But you’re not. You’re just… dealing with it. Aren’t you?

“Why don’t you go back to bed?” He says, after a while. “You need your sleep. I’ll be quiet, and then I’ll come back tomorrow night so we can talk about things, okay?”

Your stomach clenches for an instant, and you push it away. You nod, wondering how you’d ever fall back asleep after this. But maybe once the adrenaline wore off, you’d crash. Maybe it would all feel like a dream, when you woke up.

Or maybe not.

“Okay,” you say, sighing, stretching your arms. “Good night, Nobu.”

And then you quickly press your lips to his and kiss him first, because you want him to know that you’re okay. That you don’t hate him. That you aren’t going to call the police or turn him in. That things are going to be just fine.

Because he’s your boyfriend who cheers you up when you’re sad. Because he loves you, despite your faults. Because you love him.

That’s what love is, isn’t it? Taking the good with the bad. Even the very bad. Even the monstrous. 

If you couldn’t do that, then you wouldn’t have Nobu at all. You would be alone. 

No one wants to be alone, do they?

#yandere nobunaga #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere #afterwitch writes

[kiame-sama]

Do you think you could write Phantom x male omega one day? I really love that series❤️❤️

Male reader version of the story I posted earlier. Feast, my lovies!

Warnings; yandere, abo au, omega reader, my omegaverse au, almost entirely nsfw, harem/ reverse-harem style relationship, NSFW teasing, orgasm denial, threeway, foursome, oral (male and female receiving), anal, tears, light spanking, light bondage, knotting, alpha behavior, threats (not towards reader), sex toys, mention of murder, possessive behavior, fluff at the end, male reader, male omegas can get pregnant too in my au, male omegas also create their own internal lube, 

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You panted and whined as you gripped the fallen pillar in front of you, feeling such a large and firm length pushing into you with near bruising force. The knot that formed at the base of that length made the sounds of your copulation seem even louder, apparent squishing and squelching noises clear even with the volume you whined and moaned at. Your alpha- Chrollo- continued to pound away into you, the loose pants you wore lay pooled around your knees and allowed the alpha complete access to your tight ass.

The warmth radiating off of the alpha had you mewling and toes curling from the pleasure that burned through you. There was no need for you to muffle your whining moans as the only ones who could hear you were currently enjoying the sound of you being pounded into the smooth marble surface. Chrollo had waited a surprisingly long time before he decided to actually mate you and officially make you the Troupe's omega, having the right to mate you first as he was lead alpha of the troupe.

By no uncertain terms did the Troupe ever plan on losing you for any reason, every member nearly chomping at the bit to get their turn to mate you. The hierarchy within the Troupe would become apparent to you based off of who gets to mate you in what order. Of course, Chrollo was the top of the pack and was the apex alpha of the group so he had the right to mate you whenever he felt like it and when the Troupe spread out after a heist you would be with Chrollo or at least two other members. You faintly wondered who would be the second to claim you and mark you once Chrollo had his fill.

"Please... Please..! Alpha, I- fuck!"

"Good omega. That's my good boy... Tell me how much you want my knot, how much you NEED it to stuff you full."

"I need- I need it, alpha..! Please! I need your knot-!"

"Never forget who the alpha of the Troupe is, who your alpha is."

"Yes- Yes, alpha..!"

The low chuckle that hummed through his chest made your eyes roll back, feeling that hum through your body. You knew you would be sore after Chrollo was finished mating you for the time being, hoping that the Troupe would be able to curb their enthusiasm to let you rest before mating you as well. For now you only felt the thick and long length that was stuffed inside of you, feeling the knot at the base swell up even more with every thrust.

Once it felt almost too big was when Chrollo finally shoved the entirety of his length into you, the knot locking you both in place as each spurt of cum splashed into you. Your body responded to the large knot by scrambling your brain with bliss, shoving you directly into your fourth and strongest orgasm as your cum splashed onto the fallen pillar. The way you wailed and mewled from the sensation was sweeter than any music the Troupe had ever heard, loving the sound of their omega in absolute bliss.

Whereas Chrollo decided to take you to a more concealed location in the abandoned building to mate you, the Troupe was still able to hear every little noise you made and your scent was beginning to drive them feral. Pakunoda and Uvogin in particular felt a rather intense desire to mate you as soon as Chrollo was done, their alpha instincts desperately wanting to claim you for themselves or to mark up your soft body. The other Troupe members desired you to a similar level, everyone wanting to feel your wonderful omega body so pliant beneath their own.

"Which do you think is better, Machi, the one with an inflatable knot or the vibrating one?"

Shizuku sat looking at the assortment of strap-on dildos she and Machi had gathered, being the only two who did not have cocks to fuck you with but wanting the chance to do it all the same. Machi felt more along the lines of riding you, but she was willing to use whatever you wanted to fuck you senseless. Even beyond just the strap-on selection, there were countless other items made specifically to pleasure an omega. Sure, stealing a whole shipment of sex toys wasn't what they anticipated doing, but they weren't just going to toss the toys out without at least trying them on their lovely omega first.

"This one that has an inflatable knot, vibrates, and is dual sided."

"Oh! I forgot we had that one. What colors does it come in?"

"Sparkling pink, sparkling blue, and sparkling purple."

"Wait, what are we talking about again?"

As the two continued to look around the assortment of sex toys, your whining moans started up again, Chrollo likely putting you through another round of mating. Uvogin growled in vague impatience, wanting to storm up and snatch you away but knowing better than to interrupt Chrollo. Still, didn't mean he liked having to wait.

"If the Boss keeps this up, we won't be able to mate him for a few days!"

Despite his grumbling, he was still excited over the prospect of getting to have an omega at all. Nobunaga- as always- was the calming voice of reason for the large alpha, talking in a relaxed drawl as he waited among the others.

"And? You know how the Boss is, besides, (y/n)'s an omega. I don't know about you, Uvo, but I'm thinking we're all going to want to mate him several times. It's probably going to take a while for all of us to get a chance with him."

The large alpha only hummed in acknowledgement to the Gamma's words, knowing it was truth but still irritated all the same with the situation. All of the present Troupe members felt that want inside of them, eager to indulge in the rarity that was mating an omega. Even before Chrollo had taken you away to mate, they had agreed on where each member would put their mating mark on your soft skin. Those marks would bind you to the Troupe and the Troupe to you.

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"Mhmph-!"

Your whines were muffled due to the warm cock that currently took up most of the space in your mouth. Beneath you, Uvogin lay with his head between your legs and had been sucking harshly on you all while toying with your tight ass for at least two orgasms so far, refusing to release your hips to allow you the ability to stand. The sensation of his slightly rough hands pulling your hips in a thrusting motion made you mewl oh so sweetly for the pair, moaning around Nobunaga's cock.

They had both agreed what their roles would be in this interaction long before actually mating you, working together to make you a senseless moaning mess. Each time your voice cracked or you whined around Nobunaga's cock, the black haired man couldn't help but moan as well, your scent working the two males into a near frenzy state of pleasure. They both understood now why Chrollo had taken his time with you, the pheromones you let out making them want you even more and filling both males with the intense desire of making you delirious with pleasure.

As the second strongest alpha of the group, Uvogin and his usual gamma accomplice- Nobunaga- were the two allowed to mate you after Chrollo. Naturally, both were enamored by your scent and by you in general, wanting to mainly make you happy and relaxed among the two of them. Beyond just having you be comfortable with them, they wanted you to like them and enjoy mating with them.

"Fuck... (Y/n), you look so damn good like this... Just taking my cock so well..!"

Nobunaga couldn't help but pant and was nearly drooling at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing length. The sight paired with the sound of Uvogin sloppily slurping at your hard cock was almost enough to make him cum then and there, but with the sensation of you sucking so sweetly on him he was ready to fill your soft omega stomach with his seed. He felt his balls tighten as he shot his load down your throat, impulsively gripping the sides of your head and pushing as deep as your throat would allow him to go. The sensation of your throat hugging and massaging his cock as you slightly gagged had him reeling in bliss.

As soon as he felt that last spurt of cum leave his body, he was quick to pull back and let you breathe without his cock getting in the way. Sure, it felt heavenly to feel his cock so deep in your throat, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you or push you too far while he sought to get himself off with your help.

Uvogin moaned beneath you as the sensation of Nobunaga cumming made you cum as well, just spurting into Uvogin's waiting throat which he happily drank down with an intense fervor. The large alpha's cock stood stiffly and almost seemed painful with how swollen and flushed it was, his knot already starting to form as he ached for your gentle touch and the warm embrace of your insides squeezing down on him. He was clearly excited and in desperate need for you, but the way he worked you over with his mouth made it clear he had no intention of letting you get up until he has had his fill.

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You cuddled close to the warm and soft chest of the female alpha, completely relaxed in the gentle embrace even as you whined softly from the stimulation between your soft thighs. Shizuku was quite happy to continue to lap at your slowly stiffening cock and slightly sore ass, the gamma contentedly soothed you after the rather rough pounding from the blond female alpha's cock. There was little on your mind other than the relaxed feeling of laying in Pakunoda's arms and allowing the forgetful gamma to lap up both your cum and the alpha's cum from your shaking thighs.

Occasionally you felt when Shizuku lost focus or seemed to forget what she was doing, but the slight lull in pleasure only for her to return to her task rather vigorously kept you a melted puddle of pleasure. The absolute comfort of letting the women care for you was just one perk of your decision to take the whole Troupe on as mates, knowing that you would always be satisfied regardless of which members you may be with.

"Here," Pakunoda hummed gently and held up a glass of water to your lips, helping you tilt it for a proper drink, "your throat must be dry after all of that moaning."

She chuckled softly as your face burned slightly from embarrassment, completely aware that the entire Troupe found your moans to be rather sweet music to listen to. It did come as a bit of a surprise to you to realize just how affectionate such dangerous individuals could be. You weren't kept in the dark about what the Troupe often did and how many the Troupe killed, but you also knew that there was not a single member that would try to harm you in any capacity.

It was soothing to your inner omega to know that the Troupe would never allow anything to happen to you, and even if it did they would die to get you back. Some part of you had expected their behavior to be rather protective, but even you realized that they were far past just being protective of you. If you ever wondered where you stood with the troupe, you would only need to talk to realize their complete adoration for you in how you immediately had their attention.

Even though they were all going to be your mates, you knew who your primary mate was simply for the fact he had the ability to chose who would mate you while you are in heat. It was decided rather easily as none of the others would dare oppose the apex alpha when he claimed the privilege of choosing to keep you by his side when the Troupe needed to split or who you would go with. It just wouldn't be safe to have you in heat around so many different ranks and in a densely populated city, your scent alone would be able to draw in every alpha in the city limits. You would have to be kept somewhere secure and away from large groups, so the apex alpha was the one to choose your ideal protector and mates during such times.

"You taste so good!"

Shizuku giggled in amusement, her glasses up on the top of her head like a hair-band keeping her dark black locks pushed back out of her face. Clearly she was happy tasting and teasing you as Pakunoda slowly and gently massaged your shaking thighs, enjoying the sight of the gamma sucking almost aggressively at your cock.

"Good omega... Our good little omega..."

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You were panting in complete bliss, trying to regain your breath even though the delta had yet to stop stimulating your now soft length, wringing several whining moans from you. Your hands gripped at the bright pink hair of the delta as you mewled, arching your back as she gently worked you over with precise strokes on your hardening cock and small tongue flicks over your tip. Everything Machi did only added to the immense pleasure you felt, wanting as much as she would give you.

"Such a handsome little omega... So cute and affectionate for me."

Machi slowly withdrew her fingers before she lay back against the many pillows and blankets that had been gathered by the troupe for the sole purpose of cushioning while mating you. She lightly tugged at the thin chain leash that connected to the collar the spiders had put on you, calling you over until you were between her legs. Her intelligent eyes never left your figure for a second as the corners of her mouth quirked up into a slight smirk.

"Be a good boy and enjoy your treat," she hummed, opening her legs to give you a clear view of her completely soaked pussy, "make sure you lick it all up."

It was clear what she wanted as she gave a gentle tug to the leash, licking her lips as you settled on your front with your mouth level to her warm sex. You slowly started with light licks, testing her reactions and getting a small taste of her slick before relaxing into the motions of long strokes of your tongue through her folds. Machi gently rest her hand on the back of your head, moving her hips in time with your mouth as you began to lave and slurp at her soft pussy.

"Fuck..! That's it... Good boy~! Such a good boy..!"

You moaned and whined into her heat, feeling the way your length stood stiffly and pressed against your thighs as you became more worked up. Machi was quite sweet now that you two were alone, doing what she could to pleasure you however possible. Her eyes were half-lidded and filled with pleasure, occasionally giving a light tug at the leash whenever you did something she particularly enjoyed.

"Look at me."

Her hand gently stroked over your cheek as you glanced up into her adoring gaze, listening to her moan from how obedient you were being. She rest her hand on the back of your head and pushed you into her folds, practically making you tongue fuck her as you both moaned and whined. The careful way she manipulated your head yet still let you breathe was endearing, knowing she wanted no harm to come to you despite also wanting pleasure from you.

Her touch was quite gentle, especially in comparison to others of the Troupe and that gentleness was quite soothing to you. It seemed as if she truly wanted to treat you as if you were delicate or fragile, almost like she was happy just having someone she could be soft with. You had initially thought she was going to be far more demanding like Pakunoda had been, but Machi seemed truly content with simply adoring you as you nuzzled between her warm folds.

"Do you want me to calm your frustrated cock, my sweet omega (y/n)?"

You made a noise of affirmation into her soft body and she smiled, enamored with the way you answered her without pulling away from her slick heat. She moved a hand beneath your jaw and slowly tried to lift you from your position between her legs, but a whining complaint from you made her laugh, cupping your cheeks with her hands.

"If you want me to help the both of us, you need to sit up for me."

Despite your want to remain where you were between her thighs, you allowed the pink-haired phantom to lead you into a sitting position, her legs spreading and her fingers spreading her warm folds. She pulled you close, fingers giving your soft ass a squeeze as she moved you so your cock slid through her warmth. Your slight yelp of surprise was followed by a sweet chuckle, feeling your stiff need pressed up against her soft pussy.

A slow roll of her hips made your tip slip inside of her, a satisfying warmth running through your body with surprising speed as you sank fully inside of her. Machi's hands, which had yet to leave your plush flesh made you move with her in a rather relaxed pace, moaning gently from the sensation. Eventually she didn't have to move you as you began to buck your hips on your own, seeking the warm sparks of pleasure that shot through you with your slightly clumsy hip movements.

"So precious..."

Machi hummed softly, matching whatever pace you set and allowing you to explore her unfamiliar and warm walls which squeezed and almost seemed to pulse around you. She doubted that Shizuku had done something similar, as the other woman had been more interested in sucking you off or in Pakunoda taking care of the both of you. It was almost a kind of additional pleasure that ran through her mind as she thought about being the first to see such cute and hesitant behavior from you in such a position. Omegas were used to being fucked, not usually the ones doing the fucking.

You leaned forward with your hands gripping her hips, catching one of her warm breasts in your mouth and muffling your sounds. Each quiet moan was near musical to Machi as she hummed with an enamored smile, taking in the sight with no small amount of pleasure. The way you gasped breathlessly around her soft breast and allowed the sensation to flood your body was just too much for your mate to handle.

With a startled yelp, you found yourself laying on your back with Machi's legs on either side of your hips. She straddled your body and continued moving her soaking heat to pump your cock, caressing your chest with a tender and kind touch. The pleasure began to build up as you got closer and closer to your climax, mewling and gasping to beg the delta to continue giving you what you needed so desperately.

Machi wasn't about to stop anyway, but she did find your whimpers and whining tones to be oh so sweet. She had been rather excited to be able to have you all to herself, seeing as the Troupe intentionally tried to group up as their rank and temper would dictate. As a delta, Machi was allowed to remain outside of a group given the natural tendency for deltas to not get along with other ranks very often.

"Please-! So close..! Fuck, please!"

"So cute."

She gently teased, only increasing her pace and roughly pushing you both over into complete bliss. You shivered and gasped, body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure washed over you completely. The sensation of filling her up left you breathless on top of the delta who chuckled when she saw your tired expression.

"Want to rest, or keep going?"

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To say you were vaguely intimidated would be an understatement.

Franklin was not a small man and similarly his sturdy length was just as big as the rest of his body. Uvogin was a large alpha and you were able to take him well enough, but Franklin was just as big and even thicker. You could certainly take him, but there was going to be one hell of a stretch that vaguely distressed you.

As a delta, he was quiet and preferred to mate alone without any company. His quiet behavior was slightly unsettling but to your surprise he was very gentle every time he caressed your soft skin. You could feel he was trying to soothe your vague distress by being extra gentle while preparing you to take his large cock.

The way he slowly pumped his fingers into you was fairly soothing and certainly helped calm you down, his more gentle movements soothed you greatly. He certainly looked rather intimidating in size and general demeanor, so the relaxed way he interacted with you managed to keep your fear of him rather low. It also seemed like he was well aware of his size and the potentially negative impact it could have on you during mating, evident for the fact that he had three rather thick fingers inside of you at this point.

You moaned softly, letting the large delta move you and manipulate your body as he removed his fingers from your tender hole. He gently pulled at your hips and lifted you so you sat straddling his lap, his very eager length prodding at you as it twitched with his heartbeat. A soft whimper escaped your lips and Franklin hummed, rubbing your back soothingly and letting you control the speed at which he sank into you.

You were right in that it was one hell of a stretch, feeling the way your body had to strain just to fit the tip of his cock into you. A faint worry that you would be hurt if you went any further buzzed in the back of your mind, but you did your best to ignore that feeling. Your body was built to stretch and withstand quite a lot, seeing as every rank you encountered would be keen to mate you, so you should technically be able to take all of him.

With your hands resting on his chest, you continued to let yourself sink down onto the stiff length. Occasionally, your nails would bite down reflexively from stress and you would have to pause to calm yourself before continuing. It took some time, but eventually he was completely sheathed inside of your warm walls.

The both of you had to take a moment to simply adjust to the feeling, you adjusting to the stretch and Franklin adjusting to the embrace of your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep red and his eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, his pupils blown wide as he stared adoringly at you. You could feel the ample natural lubricant your body produced soothing any pain you would have felt from the stretch, able to see the way your stomach distended to show where he was inside of you.

Ever concerned about frightening or upsetting you, Franklin kept his hands resting on your hips and fought his desire to move even a little bit as you relaxed. He would let you go at your pace. If you wanted any friction from the rather snug fit, you would have to get it yourself.

The both of you let out a moan as you lifted up and let gravity pull you back down, his moan deeper and quieter compared to your exuberant high whine. You continued this motion until you fell into an easy rhythm, any stress you felt disappearing from your mind as it was replaced with pleasure. Franklin slowly began to move his hips up to meet you, helping lift you up and down when you began to tire.

It was then Franklin realized something rather obvious. Truly, the body of an omega was a wonderful thing. Omegas in general are wonderful.

You are wonderful.

~~~~~~~~

"Fuck..!"

You whined loudly as the delta above you hissed through his teeth, moving his hips at a relaxed and rolling pace that was near torturous to you. It made sense he would do something like that, Feitan was the primary torturer of the troupe and he clearly had keen interest in torturing himself with how slowly he was going as he caressed your soft body. Each slow thrust into you made you mewl beneath the delta as you pressed your hips back into the thrust, letting out a yelp at the light smack on your exposed ass.

"Told you, I decide the pace. Only me."

You whimpered loudly in an almost begging tone to the delta, staying as still as you could to not earn another swat. It didn't hurt or even burn, but you also knew you shouldn't push the temperamental delta if you could help it. Feitan had told you from the start that you could beg and whine as much as you wanted, but he was going to make the decision in how he wanted to breed you.

"Ple-please..!" You whined, wanting the delta to just spear into you and give you the blissful release you desired, "I need it..! Please..!"

"Begging? I fuck you how I want."

For a man who spoke very little, Feitan certainly managed to get you whining and mewling for him with the few words he did say. Though he spoke in incomplete or improper sentences, you understood him and what he wanted perfectly. When it was his turn to mate you, he was quick to put you on your hands and knees in the most common position to breed an omega in.

So far he had been very sparing in what little he gave you, but what he did do had you harder than stone and begging with cute little whimpers for more attention. The slow and relaxed pace he pushed into you made you mewl so sweetly and you began to realize why he was the last of the deltas to mate you. He truly seemed to have a difficult time being gentle so the only way he could mate you was after you've already been mated several times and had the chance to adjust to the sensation. Not to mention the fact that he had more 'adventurous' kinks, hence the fact that your wrists were cuffed together by a comfortable yet sturdy pair of handcuffs.

Even with the bondage or the way he worked you up, he tried to make sure you were comfortable and used a padded pair of fuzzy handcuffs from the stolen shipment of sex toys instead of the real cuffs he used to torture captives. The cuffs were gentle on your wrists but kept a clear power imbalance in place where Feitan got to make most- if not all- decisions.

You were whining loudly at this point, your pleading whimpers akin to the sound of an almost pained squeak given how desperate you were for more than the slow pace. The whines only gained in volume and intensity the longer the delta continued to go at such a slow pace, your nails digging into the soft mattress beneath you. You tried begging several more times but the delta continued to slowly and agonizingly tease you to the point that tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"Feitan."

A low and almost threatening tone broke through your whimpers as you recognized the voice of the apex alpha of the troupe. You honestly felt some surprise that the alpha was interrupting when he had been fairly passive up until that point. Feitan let out a low and menacing growl though it was likely driven more from instinct than from honest aggression.

"... Yeah, Boss?"

"It seems I need to remind you that mating (y/n) is a privilege. If you cause him more distress than pleasure, that privilege will be removed."

"He's fine."

"He's sobbing."

Feitan seemed to respond with honest surprise as if he hadn't even realized how much his teasing was actually impacting you. You whimpered and shivered slightly, your cheeks glistening with tears as you whined from the complete loss of friction when you so desperately wanted it. Every pant was followed by a sniffling whine that seemed to legitimately bother both the delta and apex alpha.

"Damn it," Feitan hissed, seeming to finally realize that you were very upset due to his relentless teasing, "shh..."

"If you cannot treat our omega properly, you will not be permitted to mate him again."

"Not usually gentle. Mates all fight and struggle, too much effort to keep alive before. Forgot (y/n) needs gentle mating."

"Well, make sure you don't forget again."

"Yes, Boss."

~~~~~~~~

You looked up at the male in front of you as you continued to use your mouth to pleasure him. Phinks slowly thrust his hips as you bobbed your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue massage the firm cock in your mouth. Clearly the blond was greatly enjoying the sensation of your warm mouth so soothingly working him over.

Either hand was wrapped around the cocks of the other two betas, Kortopi and Bonolenov, letting them thrust their hips and make their own friction. Beneath you, Shalnark held you up by your hips and frantically thrust up into you as he puffed out short moans from the sensation. The three betas and one gamma finally got their chance to mate you, feeling vaguely jealous they were the last of the Troupe to finally get to have you.

The order of mates made it clear to you what the pack hierarchy was. Naturally, Chrollo was the apex alpha so he was the leader of the pack. Next were the lower ranking alphas of the group, Uvogin and Pakunoda, along with their chosen gammas. Then the three deltas, Machi, Franklin, and Feitan, had their individual access to you. Finally were the three betas, Phinks, Bonolenov, and Kortopi, along with the last of the three gammas, Shalnark.

Where Nobunaga and Shizuku got to mate you before the betas, it was primarily due to the fact they had close ties with either of the two alphas who got to mate you after Chrollo. Shalnark didn't have an alpha out of the two that he was particularly close with, so he was put in a group with the three betas instead. He didn't seem all too bothered with the arrangement however, as he quite happily drilled himself up into you while you took care of the three betas.

Phinks let out long moans, louder than the other two betas, but they were moaning as well from your actions. Kortopi whined along with his moans as he panted and stared with lustful eyes. Bonolenov was the quietest of the trio of betas but he was clearly enjoying himself as well, his head tilted back and eyes closed in bliss.

Their increased pulses were easy to feel and you could tell they were getting close to cumming, from the way that the two betas thrust faster into your hands, to the way Shalnark seemed to wildly bury himself inside of you, even to how Phinks bucked his hips. The four males seemed to be consumed by their own pleasure and sought to reach their release, absolutely enamored with you and your actions.

"Fuck yes," Phinks moaned as he finally reached his climax, "swallow it all. Fuck... That's so damn sexy. Was it good? Tell me how good I taste."

"Tastes so good," you whined, licking your lips, "more, please."

Your words, paired with the way you let your mouth hang open and slightly stuck out your tongue, proved to be too much for the other two betas as they both groaned harshly with their own climaxes. The white cum speckled your hands, arms, and cheeks, almost immediately followed by your own release splattering your stomach at the hands of Shalnark. He happily emptied his aching cock into you and seemed to shiver in bliss as he tried to regain some sense of control.

"Let's switch places."

~~~~~~~~

You lay curled up with the apex alpha of the group, tired but satisfied after running the gauntlet that was mating the entire Troupe. There was only one member of the Troupe that you had not mated and that was simply because he never arrived or even showed up when the group met. The absence shouldn't have bothered you simply because he was supposedly always absent, but your sensitive omega brain took it as an insult.

Naturally, your sadness was enough of a motivator for Chrollo that he issued an order to the entire Troupe to make sure the absent member showed up. If any of the Troupe were to see this absentee member, they would make it clear that he was expected to show himself next time they were to meet for a heist. Of course, they wouldn't tell him exactly why he was expected, only that he needed to be present for that gathering.

It seemed like some of the Troupe didn't want him to show up, not overly keen on sharing you in any capacity even with this mysterious member. Part of you wondered if he was really one of the Troupe or if he was just some drifter. You also wondered if his absent behavior would change upon realizing that he was missing out on having an omega as a mate.

Until you meet that person, all you could do was wait and enjoy being the mate of such an attentive pack. With the warm hand of Chrollo rubbing your back and the undoubted affection you got from the Troupe, you figured that you would be rather content. They ensured you were happy and made sure to keep you protected all while you ensured to stay by their sides.

The arrangement was a win-win for all of you, and you couldn't be happier to give your coveted affection to those who rescued you from a terrible fate. All you truly wanted now was to stay with your mates and enjoy the life you would have been deprived of.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere phantom troupe #yandere phinks #yandere kortopi #yandere feitan #yandere pakunoda #yandere shizuku #yandere bonolenov #yandere uvo #yandere uvogin #yandere machi #yandere shalnark #yandere franklin #yandere nobunaga #tw abo #yandere abo #abo au #tw tears #tw polyamorous relationship #male reader

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, overprotective behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, sabotage, threats, abduction, death

Loving the same darling

📖 🪡 🗡️ Whoever knew you first and probably even abducted you already, in short who has claimed you already as their darling, decides without even a room for discussion the outcome of this situation so let's go through four possible scenarios. The first scenario would be that Chrollo knew you first and has already decided that he wants to keep you. His spiders are more or less part of this all as well since he occasionally asks them to gather information about you, to watch out for you if he can't do that currently but still wants to know what you're doing and help him to get rid of every poor soul who does the grand mistake of getting involved with you. Chrollo has claimed you already as his even if you don't know it yet and doesn't like it at all if someone touches something or even looks at something that belongs to him. All the members of the Phantom Troupe help their leader in his new interest since they're strictly loyal and realize that you make Chrollo happy. They're basically family so they want Chrollo to be happy since he's done so much for them already.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Due to the fact that Chrollo knows you before them and has told the members of the Phantom Troupe that he longs for you, no one of them would dare to take you away from him. They're too loyal and respect him too much for that, not to mention that there is the fact that he found you first. You get to know them eventually, be that during the time where you believe Chrollo to be just a very charming man and he introduces them to you as his friends or after he's taken you since the troupe and him spend time together. Whilst Chrollo doesn't necessarily show you off to the spiders he cares for them enough to introduce you as his darling to them and since you'll see them more often after your abduction, it makes sense for you to know them too. They're friendly to you since you mean a lot to Chrollo but won't hesitate to restrict you and murder if you try to escape or if Chrollo orders them to do so.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Nobunaga and Machi belong to a category of the members that pities you slightly. Don't get your hopes up though. Whilst they do sympathize with you and understand that everything must be so overwhelmingly frightening for you, that doesn't mean that they'll help you. Ultimately they are loyal to Chrollo and will participate in any slaughter that is done for the sake of his selfish possessive greed. Machi with her Nen-ability has a special place in your life too since she is almost like your personal doctor who stitches wounds and cuts if you suffer some for whatever reason. I'd say considering that both of them are on the more bearable side of the members and are nice and don't intimidate you that much, Chrollo lets them keep more watch over you than some other members. He understands if members like Feitan or Bonolenov freak you out because of their attitude or their appearance and if he can make you at least a little bit comfortable by letting you be watched over by members you're less scared of, he'll do it. He knows that he can trust his troupe after all.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Their growing feelings for you are not intentional and considering that you're already Chrollo's darling, those emotions come coupled with a huge sense of guilt and shame. They shouldn't see you in that way, shouldn't long for you in that way. They aren't dumb either, especially Machi with her intuition has a hunch that Nobunaga goes through the same problems as she is right now. It doesn't take long for Nobunaga to recognize the same too and both are open enough with each other to talk about it. Both swallow it initially up since funnily enough Machi and Nobunaga both have the same thought. They'll try to distance themselves for you and ask Chrollo to let other members of the troupe keep an eye on you whilst they try to sort out their feelings and calm down. If they aren't able to get rid of their romantic interest of you, they will be honest with their leader. Chrollo doesn't question their sudden request to separate themselves from you for a while, he knows they wouldn't ask so if it wouldn't be for something personal that bothers them and I wouldn't be surprised if he has already a good idea what's going on.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Nobunaga and Machi talka lot with each other afterwards as both are stuck in the same boat right now. They try to find out where exactly their feelings changed from platonic to romantic and what it was about you that triggered their chance of hearts. Both are fully aware that you're off-limits for them though, Chrollo has already claimed you as his little spider and both can't bring themselves to demand anything from him. There's maybe even an underlying fear since despite the fact that Chrollo views all the spiders as some sort of family, he can still scare them if he wants too. They have no choice but to swallow their obsession down but they will admit to Chrollo at one point that they aren't able to erase their feelings for you. They insist that they shouldn't be near you anymore since they're unfit even if it pains them clearly to say this. Chrollo is the one with absolute control in this situation and on top of that unwilling to share. You were his first after all.

📖 🪡 🗡️ It doesn't mean that he'll spite Machi and Nobunaga though, he sees their honesty and their will to stay completely away from you despite the pain it causes them as signs of their undying loyalty. He won't forbid them to still see you and interact with you since he knows that both of them wouldn't try anything with you and even if they would, they would punish themselves severely for it. Chrollo just lets both of them decide what they'll do now. If they decide to avoid you to not rub any salt in their bleeding hearts, he respects that. If they still want to see you at times and interact with you, he respects that too. His troupe are the only people he'd allow that anyways since they're the only people he truly trusts and vice versa. That's why barely anything changes between those three even if Machi and Nobunaga are at times overcome with a great sense of guilt and shame.

The second scenario would involve all three of them to fall in love with you around the same time. This would most likely occur during a very important mission of the Phantom Troupe where they stay a while longer in one place to prepare anything for the big day. They go out into the city too, either to collect informations or sometimes to just have a bit of fun. Chrollo allows them to do so since they'll come the moment he tells them to. In that case all three of them will also realize around the same time that they have fallen in love with the same person, Chrollo probably a bit faster than Nobunaga and Machi. There's a very slight hint of tension in the troupe after since no one has claimed you as theirs just yet. Machi and Nobunaga will still make it clear to their boss that they will step down if he wants them to do so. Chrollo hasn't announced that you're his yet but you aren't theirs either so their respect wins again. This comes once again with appreciation from Chrollo's side.

📖 🪡 🗡️ He'd probably be a bit more fair in this case even if he is still majorly selfish with his wants. He makes it clear that he'd allow Machi and Nobunaga to spend time alone with you, they can even take you on a little date if they desire so. He makes it very clear that he draws the line at any intimate touches though since this is a right he reserves for him solely, mainly because falling in love at the same time isn't enough just yet to allow them such a way of claiming you. They're still allowed to show you some physical affection though. If both of them decide to take this deal or not is up to them. If they decide in the end that they'll focus solely on Chrollo's happiness, that just means that he gets you all to himself but he wouldn't be too bothered to share with two people he trusts with his life. Even if they indulge at times in Chrollo's trusts and shower you a bit with their love, if Chrollo wants you for himself both will let him have you.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Let's jump to the third and more interesting scenario. What if either Machi or Nobunaga knew you before Chrollo and the other member knew you, loved you, pinned after you or is even already in a relationship with you? None of those two is someone who would kidnap you except in a scenario where there is really no other way. Both would be fairly normal lovers and care for their darling in their own ways. Nobunaga is the nicer one since Machi tends to be rougher on the edges but she still cares a lot for her darling. Chrollo is bound to find out sooner than later in that case but he won't forbid it since he knows that you make Machi/Nobunaga happy. He also makes it perfectly clear that they have to take responsibility if you get hurt because of their true occupation and/or find out who they really are. Machi/Nobunaga is already aware of that and promises that if that time should ever come, they will take according meassurements.

📖 🪡 🗡️ There might be a point in time where Chrollo gets curious about this lover of Nobunaga/Machi and asks if it's fine if he/she might introduce them to you. Especially if there really has been the situation where he/she was forced to abduct you would he ask since you know about him/her and his/her true occupation now anyways. There's no harm in introducing him to you now anyways. Machi/Nobunaga agree most likely because there is no reason for either of them to reject. Even if you should still be unaware, both of them are aware that Chrollo won't expose you to any danger since he knows what you mean to them. In that scenario he will just easily put on the mask of the charming and nice friend of your friend or maybe even already lover. One meeting should be enough for him but strangely enough something about you captures his attention which prompts him to ask Machi/Nobunaga if he could eventually see you once again.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Chrollo realizes after a few meetings with you, each one longer than the previous one, that you seemed to have captured his black and tainted heart too. No wonder you were able to charm one of his troupe members, you're such an enchanting thing. Chrollo is aware that he is not the one who met you first though and he decides to respect that out of his own respect for Machi/Nobunaga. He's honest with them though and admits that he has gained feelings for you, Machi/Nobunaga is suspicious already too since both are perceptive and see how interested and intrigued Chrollo is with darling. There is a longer talk between the two spiders afterwards since both know that this shouldn't be ignored for any longer. With their boss having admitted his interest in you though, neither Machi nor Nobunaga could possibly just pretend like nothing happened though. Chrollo isn't hiding anything either and admits openly that he doesn't think he can ignore his feelings either.

📖 🪡 🗡️ His love has already escalated too deeply for that and he knows that it'll get only worse from here on. He also doesn't want to rip you away from Machi/Nobunaga though, he isn't that cruel. At least to his own spiders. Considering all of that the most obvious choice would be sharing you with the other and that is what both settle for in the end. If you haven't been kidnapped yet, either Machi or Nobunaga will have to settle with the fact that Chrollo plans to change that though since he always wants you with him and the troupe. He knows that it'll cause Machi/Nobunaga a great deal of guilt but he reassures him/her that he will make sure that no harm will come into your way. At the beginning of the ployamorous relationship Chrollo will ask for more time with you though to get you used to him. You already know Machi/Nobunaga and probably even love them still despite everything that happened and see him naturally as their boss as the biggest source of fear. He has to change that, doesn't he?

📖 🪡 🗡️ Overall he'd look out to balance the time you spend with either him or the other member more equally out. It's likely that at times he consumes your time a little bit more though out of his own greed but he makes sure to keep that in mind and pay Machi/Nobunaga somehow back for their loyalty and their will to allow him that. He allows Machi/Nobunaga to be more open and affectionate with their love for you too which even includes more intimate acts even if it's better to not mention something like that to him since he's still terribly possessive. If the third party falls in love with you, it's similar to the case where both of you would fall in love with you after Chrollo has already made it clear that you're his. There's probably more guilt involved though, especially for the spider member who had you first since now they have another person who loves their darling. Considering Machi's and Nobunaga's amicable and respectful relationship, they could probably come to terms of sharing.

📖 🪡 🗡️ But since Chrollo is now involved and that before the other member fell in love with you, he draws a clear line. He won't punish them for falling in love with you since he was hit with this unexpected emotion too but he also doesn't want to share you with anymore people. They met you first and loved you first and Chrollo has enough honor for his member to respect that and adjust things accordingly but now that you're also his s/o, there is no space left anymore for another lover. Whoever from the two other members fell in love with you after Chrollo and the other spider respects that and volunteers to avoid you if Chrollo and Nobunaga/Machi wish for it. Chrollo lets them make this choice, he won't straight-up forbid them to never see you again. They may still guard you and enjoy your company but aren't allowed to cross any boundaries and he knows that they won't do that. The relationship between the two and the last one to fall in love with you wouldn't change either since the mutual trust among them is just that great an they know that they shouldn't let their own feelings interfere with the greater good of the whole troupe.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Now the last scenario where Machi and Nobunaga loved you at first and Chrollo joined them later. I already mentioned that Nobunaga and Machi are a pair that would definitely be able to share a darling since both of them have a good chemistry together and would also help each other. Machi for example has at times troubles to expose her softer side to you and tends to be a bit sharp with her words. Nobunaga would help her with that aspect so she can learn to open up her heart a bit more to you and quickly smooth out any possible misunderstandings if the phrasing of her words was a bit too harsh. Nobunaga on the other hand is sometimes too lenient with Machi whilst she is a bit more on the stricter side. She would never do something without a good motive so at times she has to scold Nobunaga a bit for being too soft with you. Sometimes you have to be treated a bit stricter if it means that you'll learn something out of it. Both would be able to keep the relationship rather normal though since both aren't very intense and come over as normal lovers.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Chrollo will know about you at one point though and would ask them out of curiosity if he can meet you. He wants to get to know the person who managed to capture the hearts of two of his members. You must truly be special to be able to achive something like this. It's likely you're still on free foot since both have gone great lengths to ensure that the risk of you being targeted is as low as possible in which case Chrollo puts on the mask he has put on hundreds of times before in order to meet you. In case you are already abducted it's almost natural for you to meet the Phantom Troupe and their leader at one point although both of your lovers would shield you a bit since they know that you're horrified right now. Depending on whether you know who he really is or not, you're either quite pleased by his charming attitude or terrified since he's their boss.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Machi and Nobunaga have their suspicions that Chrollo might have gained feelings for you too after the second or third time where he asks them if he can see you and questions if he can even be left alone with you for a bit. Both of them have a long discussion about what they should do in case if this is really true since both are sure that they're not just imagining things. If you're still free both have a good feeling that Chrollo would you to come with them which would mean that they'd have to expose their true identity to you. Any sane person would fear and hate them after that since you'd most likely feel like both of them have betrayed you. They're a bit frustrated since they get into a little conflict between their loyalty for Chrollo and their love for you. They know that Chrollo would probably manipulate you a lot in a far more excessive way than both of them do which doesn't sit really right with them but on the other hand they also can't go against their boss. In the end both of them settle on the fact that they'll have to share you with Chrollo.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Chrollo approaches them a while after and none of them is really shocked. They were pretty sure of their observation skills and Machi's intuition. Chrollo isn't really surprised that they were expecting it either, he knows that both of them have a sharp mind and he isn't surprised either that they've made a plan. He listens to what they've decided to do and finds himself pleased since he had something similar in mind. He reassures them that he won't take you away from them since you were theirs first but he also reminds them that he would like some more time with you in the beginning so that you can get to know him better. He wants you to love him after all too. Machi and Nobunaga will have to swallow the bitter pill of you needing to be kidnapped though sooner than later now. They will also try to convince you to give Chrollo a chance because it's either that or Chrollo being willing to break you a little so that you depend on him more. He wouldn' fully break you fully and destroy the aspects that Machi and Nobunaga love in you but if you refuse him, you won't leave with your mental health cracked at least a bit.

📖 🪡 🗡️ Chrollo would be in all scenarios in a position of superiority but the relationship between those three won't break or be strained. This is mainly because the Phantom Troupe has been together for years now and they have formed a bond that a normal person couldn't even fathom. There is unwavering trust and loyalty between all of them and it's because of this strong bond that this is able to work out so good as it it. Even if Chrollo claims you for himself, he will never be paranoid or mistrusting around Machi and Nobunaga when they're with his darling since both of them will defend you with everything they have. Chrollo would in general only be able to have a lasting polymarous relationship with his own troupe members who have been with him for years now since he would lay down his own life for them if it would assure the greater good for them. This willingness of self-sacrifice is mutual among all of the troupe members, including Machi and Nobunaga and that's why even despite Chrollo being genuinely one of the worst Yandere, the relationship works.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere machi #yandere machi komacine #yandere nobunaga

[ataraxiaspainting]

Yan Phantom Troupe + Hisoka + Illumi / Darling Asking “What Am I To You?”.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, implied violence, not SFW implications for Hisoka because he’s a creep (and a mention of M*lluki in Illumi’s section I’m sorry for your loss) and also for Nobunaga because he’s bleh, Nobunaga threatens to take out your teeth for biting him it's up to you whether or not to believe him, and manipulation.

Word Count: 4.5k. (literally how lmao)

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Chrollo

“Hm…” The sound goes on for much longer than what you would have liked or at the very most could handle without sneering, the crescendo in his voice rising and rising like tulips sprouting from soil. “Hm…”

His tone was barely a whisper at first, but it soon evolved like some hideous, god-forsaken species outcasted to a deserted island or planet. If you did not have your forks and knives taken away for trying to pick and cut off the cuff and chain attached to your ankle, a consequence from last week’s horribly executed escape attempt, you would threaten to stab your eardrums if he didn’t actually answer your question. But part of you thinks that he would only find it funny, and simply hum for twice as long as he has already planned to. Or would he be petty about it, and a second cuff and chain will appear on your ankle along with having your only friend, a silver spoon, taken away? With Chrollo, you do not think you will ever be able to fully tell.

“Please answer me,” You decide on responding with a musical note of your own, a drone. It seems to be the safest option, all things considered. You stare at the soup in front of you instead of at him, playing with the idea of counting the precisely cut vegetables and small rings of pasta. You would have entertained the thought of throwing the boiling bowl at him, but you now know that his speed is beyond what you could ever hope to achieve. 

You would never get that far, would you?

You would have to wait until he is gone for the time being to even be able to step on the welcome rug by the door. You managed to convince him to finally buy you hairpins yesterday, and they are safely tucked away in the corner of the table next to your side of the bed, hidden underneath a pile of neatly folded silk pajamas until further notice. 

“Well, what do you think you are to me?” He asks, brushing his foot against yours underneath the dining table. It takes everything in you not to move your chair away. That would only make things worse, wouldn’t it? Or would this just further make him see you as an adorable little thing because he knows you would not get that far, not with the cuff and chain on your ankle and the several locks on the door and him here right in front of you? 

Again, you cannot tell. When can you ever? Could anyone ever read him, you wonder?

His porcelain dish is already empty, with but a few drops of red broth and a few herbs swirling about. He moves his chair forward and gently grabs your hand, his thumb massaging circles into your palm. You don’t know whether or not to answer his question.

This life is like a torturous game of chess, and you aren’t a player at all. It is up to Chrollo to decide whether or not you are worthy of being a pawn or queen or king, and where you go.

Is this all you will ever be?

His fingers rise to your cheek as he stands up, the touch so light it is hard to decipher the intentions of it. Comfort? Ownership? A statement?

Without thinking, you shut your eyes and lean into it. You coo. You coo like a dove, a baby bird, something so small and fragile in the face of a predator that wants nothing more than to take off its wings so it can never fly away. Perhaps the predator in question is the parent of the chick, never wanting it to leave the nest and explore the big, scary world.

Is this all you ever will be? A helpless, silly little thing stuck way up high with no way down, something cute and small that needs to be protected and cared for because they cannot take care of themselves? 

You finally look up at him and he leans in then. He coos back at you, and you want to go back to closing your eyes and trying to stop hearing whatever he will say as a response to your refusal to answer. But you can’t.

So, you think of an answer, something that would make him happy but also not have you speak too long because you don’t want to speak at all. You just want this to be over with, you just want Chrollo to for once respond to your question instead of rebutting with one of his own.

You don’t have a choice, as always.

“Something to possess,” Your voice is soft and hoarse because you never use it aside from when you cry. “Something… someone to keep for your pleasure and your pleasure alone.” He coos again. It is sweet and sticky and latching onto you like thick honey or candy. 

“You’re halfway there.” There is an unspoken praise in the air, one so nectarous it’s suffocating and you almost can't breathe. It is like Chrollo’s hands are on your throat, squeezing and squeezing until you pop like a balloon. There is no escape.

He turns and gets his fingers off your face, but the feeling of freedom is quickly taken away by the sound of Chrollo’s footsteps approaching you. 

“I suppose I see you as both above and below me at the same time.” He says. You want to run but he’ll catch you in no time before you could even execute the idea.

He is behind you now, grabbing your arms and tugging as your chair squeals and squeaks like a lamb cornered by one who will soon sell its tender meat. You want to scream like one because you too are cornered by someone who will never let you out of here alive.

One of his hands smoothly moves up like you are a violin, lightly pinching your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You just hope there is no encore after this. You hope that in the future there are no such things and that he will just answer your questions and be done with it, but that is so foolish of you, isn’t it?

“You are human and have humanity,” He murmurs, his eyes wider and more intense than you ever had seen them before. “And I would love nothing more than to steal that away.”

Nobunaga

“You’re so silly, you know that?” You recognize the rhetorical nature of the question and choose not to answer. This causes Nobunaga to toy with the thigh-high socks he insisted you wear after returning from another day of thievery.

Every time you tried to express yourself verbally, you were met with a laugh, a gentle touch, an embrace, a peck, or... something far more dreadful than any of those gestures. You preferred to steer clear of that type of affectionate act for as long as you could, even if it meant just a few days. It would be a noteworthy achievement. Of course, Nobunaga's libido would never wane, as he shows no mercy unintentionally to you and intentionally to anyone else in his life.

The way your food is placed on pink plastic plates with little sections of where to put vegetables and where to put a small dessert for a job well done of eating all the food, which is always raw or burnt to a crisp. The pastel frilly clothes you’re forced to wear always show too much skin. The threat to remove most of your teeth if you bite him again. The way he keeps touching your thighs, pinching and groaning and-

Nobunaga never answers your question, resuming to hand-feed you some severely undercooked cookies he baked himself. Well, you scooped the dough at least, and that’s the most you’ll ever do in the kitchen while you are held captive.

Still, raw cookie dough is better than burnt in your opinion.

Just like delusional Nobunaga is much, much better than angry, heartbroken Nobunaga.

Your broken pointer and middle fingers are proof of that.

Feitan

“...”

He blinks; once, twice, thrice… and then you stop counting. It’s pointless anyhow, he is most likely not going to answer your question yet again.

As anticipated, Feitan walks away wordlessly, descending to his basement without a single step on the stairs being audible.

Just as you believe he has vanished, he creeps up from behind, clutching an object in his palms, causing you to nearly shriek. He would find amusement in that if you did. Whenever you engage in any action he deems foolish, he chuckles. It is the closest semblance of happiness you have witnessed from him, his snickering. 

“...Here.”

With trembling hands, you accept the concealed object from his grasp.

“...Well?” Feitan asks, raising his eyebrow, his coat hiding what is most likely a smirk of some kind. “Like it?”

Huh? It's... a ring, from a fancy jewelry shop that you had been setting aside money for. This shop happened to be the priciest in the city you grew up in, with all of its items being highly sought after.

“I do.”

Happiness is like the rarest star in the universe to you now, and you will never let it go, now that you have it once again.

“...Glad.”

After a few moments of silence, Feitan is the one who speaks again as you stare at the jewel’s beauty.

“Do you want the finger that came with it?”

(machi, hisoka, phinks, shalnark, franklin, shizuku, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kortopi, and illumi under cut!)

Machi

Somehow, Machi’s posture becomes even more tense. But it does not stop her from still pouring the pot of instant ramen into your plate, though hers remains empty.

In silence, she puts some edamame, still cold from the fridge, on top, along with some spinach and carrots.

With her bare hand, she pulls out one of the soft-boiled eggs from the bowl of ice water, rolling it on the table until its shell cracks and she takes it off. She then, along with the egg and vegetables, puts some seaweed on top.

When you lean in closer to the utensil drawer, Machi opens it before you can.

She doesn’t ask you which chopsticks you want. She already knows your favorite one by now. The wooden ones with purple handles with white rabbits on them. Hers are plain.

She puts yours in one hand and your food in the other, walking to the kitchen table and putting both down. It’s winter now, and so she makes you drink tea nonstop and thus has a cup of it in front of your chair too.

“…Do you think I hate you?” Her voice, while still cold, has an emotion in it this time; worry. “I don’t, I really don’t. I promise you.” With that, she cracks the other boiled egg and puts it into her empty bowl. “I promise.”

You feel horrible for asking. You just wanted to know. You never know what she is thinking, that is why. But you feel horrible. Now she does too. Both of you, here, in silence, pondering whether or not the other despises you.

“I know, I just… wanted to make sure.” You don’t know if you are lying, and neither does she.

She takes good care of you. But she also ties you up when she has to leave, and one time she had to take out the syringes when you got too aggressive.

So what exactly are you to her?

Hisoka

Hisoka, still standing over your sitting form, puts his right hand on you, squeezing it just barely enough for it to sting.

“Aw, come on [First], lighten up.” If it were possible, with his words Hisoka grows twice as large as he was before he said anything. “I still have lots to teach you.” He chuckles as his long nails, sharp enough to be daggers or a ferocious beast’s teeth you think, dig further into your shoulder. The message is clear. You’ll never be rid of him, as much as you try to.

Even now, when you move to a secluded village on the other side of the country, for just the slightest chance he would leave you alone.

Your basket of berries and herbs is still next to you, a reward for all the foraging you did just before Hisoka showed up again.

“I did your leaf-in-water test already for you.” Just before you ran for the hills, you finally gave into Hisoka essentially begging you to test what kind of Nen user you are, claiming that you were now his pupil. “The water tasted sweet. I’m a Transmuter. That’s what you wanted to know. There is nothing else you can do for me, you know I am no fighter.”

Hisoka nods, and you think that this is it. Maybe he will finally leave you alone and you can go about your life without knowing anything else about Nen. But instead, Hisoka sits next to you on the grass.

He takes a berry from your basket and squeezes it between his fingers before it turns into a sticky mush.

It’s red.

“I know, but there are other things I can indeed teach you, can’t I?”

You don’t want to know what he means, you don’t want to know what he wants to do to you, but before you can stop him he is already on top of you, pushing you behind the bush you were picking rose petals from. You kick and scream at him to let go and cry, but he, as always, is so much stronger than you’ll ever be. 

“This will hurt for a bit, but I promise you’ll feel very good, and you’ll want more.”

Phinks

Phinks stops pressing the buttons on the remote and stops reading the little synopsis on each of the shows he was thinking about watching with you, or each of the movies. You were not paying attention, instead looking at your fingers and playing with the dry skin by each nail.

He sets it aside, placing a hand on the back of his head and gently scratching. His gaze falls to the floor, and you follow suit.

He exudes nervousness. This comes as no surprise, as Phinks has always been one to shy away from openly displaying his romantic desires, as odd as it were to you when you were first brought here.

“Uh. Why do you ask? Isn’t… it kinda obvious? Um… you know I’m not exactly cut out for all this sappy bullshit… I… I… Um. Just… just forget it, okay? Just know that I see you as my partner… Wait, oh God, that sounds so bad…”

He keeps stuttering as he tries to explain everything. But, as funny as it would have been if you had known him outside of being your stalker and now current captor, his words only make you feel more hopeless.

Shalnark

He puts down his phone and stands up from his armchair. You’re in your pajamas, the fluffy pastel pink ones, standing in the doorway to Shalnark’s office area, where there are many computers and such on the walls and his large desk.

“Aw!” He murmurs, then gently pinches your cheeks upon approaching. He playfully rubs his nose against yours. Trying to distance yourself, instantly regretting seeking an answer of any sort from him, yet as always, his overpowering strength prevents any escape.

“C-Come on, Shal…” The nickname sometimes works when you ask for some dessert or a game of some kind, so maybe it will work in a situation like this too. “I wanna go to bed.” You nearly whine as he stretches your cheeks out further. 

“But I still haven’t answered your question, sweetie!” He exclaims.

“F-Forget it.” You mutter, looking to the side. “It’s fine. Really. Get back to work.”

But he does not let go.

“Let me answer! Hmm… you’re so cute, like a kitten. You sure snuggle against me in bed like one!” Shalnark chuckles, and you can smell a mix of coffee and oranges in his breath. “So maybe… that’s the best analogy for it?” Some mint too. “Something to cuddle with? Something to keep safe.” He boops your nose. “Something too silly and adorable and airheaded to live on their own.”

You’re not sure if his words are supposed to hurt you or cheer you up.

“Yeah, I think something like that works!” After what seems like an endless amount of time, Shalnark releases his grasp on your face. “Just look at you.”

“O-Okay.” You murmur, turning away and attempting to make a beeline for the bedroom, regretting ever opening your mouth. “Sorry for asking. Good night-” Shalnark grabs your arm, making you stop moving before you even start. 

“Come on, cutie! Spend some time with me. We can even play Wild World together again!”

He points to your 3DS, a rose gold color, and then to his, which is dark violet and covered in stickers referencing popular memes he saw on the internet. At least he has never made you see some particularly gruesome scene in the horror games he plays late at night out of impulse.

Franklin

As your words hang in the air, a silence so profound that you begin to question if he even registered your message, you find yourself fixating on your unfinished meal. Contemplating the merits and drawbacks of broaching the topic once more versus letting it go, you suddenly hear him put his cup of coffee down with a clatter as he almost slams it by accident.

“Where did this come from?” He asks. His tone almost seems concerned, you think, concerned for how you think of him when he is always so quiet or concerned for how you think he thinks of you, that one day he will simply not come back and find someone else more willing.

Franklin does not seem angry, not that he ever was. He is trying to appear neutral, to not scare you, like you were some sort of stray cat who he has yet to earn the trust of.

Though you don’t bite or scratch, you do hide from him.

“I… just want to know why you did all… this.”

Your eyes go everywhere, from the pots of plants he brought you recently by the barred windows to the blinking light above the stairs he promised to fix soon to Frank Herbert’s Dune laid across the couch next to your blanket. 

“Franklin, since you claim to care about me… why can’t I go outside and be free?”

After a few more moments of silence, you look up at Franklin. He looks remorseful almost, from his visible frown to his eyes almost being closed to the way he does not look at you. Something akin to pity blooms in your chest.

“...Because unfortunately for both of us, I am… selfish, and you are too much for me to lose.”

Just like that, the pity dies similarly to the vase of flowers in the middle of the table.

Shizuku

You don’t know whether or not she will respond while knowing what you are and what she is. A captive. A captor. But you doubt it because every time she comes back she thinks you are here of your own volition and that you love her just as much as you know her.

Sometimes, you wish that you did, because whenever she sees you she looks at you like you were a gift that she had wanted for years.

Sometimes you wish that you did because that would make things oh so much easier for you. She sometimes forgets you are here, sometimes still goes to your actual home, and panics when she sees you are not there.

Shizuku merely chuckles, hugging you tighter. Perhaps she even forgot the slap she inflicted upon you earlier today for daring to say that you hate her, making you fly across the room.

“My love of course, silly!” Sometimes you hope that one day you will forget everything too because you envy Shizuku for never being cautious.

Pakunoda

“[First]...” Pakunoda’s eyes meet your own, one of her hands holding onto a chocolate-covered strawberry from the box she just got. Her other has a presence above one of your own, a presence so light you hardly recognize it is there.

She looks regretful and concerned.

The look fills you with so much guilt you immediately apologize and put the back of your head on her lap once again. It always works.

“You do know I care about you deeply, right, beloved?” Her long nails glide over your hair, making you close your eyes to calm yourself. You hope that look is gone because you aren’t sure how much longer you can take it before you break under its pressure fully. “I really do.”

You know she does, but it does not make the first days of your capture, which feels like an eternity ago, feel any less real, as much as Pakunoda denies the more horrifying parts of it all.

“I know, Paku.”

She smiles at the nickname.

The strawberry approaches your mouth, and you bite into it. Dark chocolate, you think this one is. Pakunoda loves her strawberries, but she loves parfaits just a little bit more. Maybe, to get her to forget your question, you can ask her to get some and feed them to her. 

Soon, you fall asleep. Pakunoda opens her book back up after closing the box of sweets. 

With one hand she caresses your hair, and in the other, she turns the pages of her novel. She loves evenings like this.

“I love you…” She murmurs, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “One day… you’ll love me too, fully, right?”

Half asleep, you agree without thinking. Once again, she smiles.

Bonolenov

With a sigh, he turns his head, momentarily interrupting your question. However, he quickly resumes dancing before you, delighting in your observation of his favorite pastime. Although you are unsure of the specific style of dance he is performing, you are confident that Bonolenov will soon enlighten you, taking the opportunity to boast about his expertise in this particular art form.

Listening to his animated explanations is always entertaining. His frequent rants make you feel as though he is a close friend rather than your captor if only that were true. Despite the circumstances, he treats you with kindness and respect. He believes that housing you in his home is an honor and privilege, a sentiment for which you hold some gratitude.

“A lover, because I do love you. You are simply wonderful to be around, after all.” In an alternate existence, were he not involved in criminal activities such as theft, kidnapping, stalking, and multiple murders, you might have developed an affection for him. This is due to your awareness of his deep affection for you and the kindness he exhibits towards you.

So you say such.

Bonolenov stays silent for a little while after that, along with the dancing that he often enjoys doing. Instead, he gazes through the windows, adorned with steel bars, and tenderly places small tokens that he knows bring you joy upon the table in the kitchen.

Uvogin

“Huh?”

Uvogin stops punching the claw machine, turning to you. It’s a mess, all because you said you wanted a corgi plush from it. But is it your fault, when you wanted to win it fair and square?

Maybe it’s not. Maybe it is. You know Uvogin is never one to have coins in his pockets. But, then again, he always seemed to have money when he was placing bets with Troupe members, especially with that Nobunaga person.

He seems confused, albeit he is hiding it behind a smirk. In one of his hands, covered in little shards of glass, is the stuffed animal you wanted.

“Come on, [First]!” He laughs, delusionally proud of himself. “I’m your boyfriend!” He wasn’t, but you would never voice that.

“...I-I know. But still… Do you like me?” You make an effort to convey your thoughts in the most diplomatic manner possible, being cautious not to provoke Uvogin's anger. Despite never having witnessed Uvogin's wrath, you remain steadfast in your desire to avoid it at all costs.

His smile widens.

“Of course I do!”

He presents you with the cuddly toy, having meticulously removed all the splinters of glass embedded within it.

“Do you really?” You ask, thinking of the time he threatened to break your legs if you ever attempted to run away from him again. He wasn’t even angry as he said the threat. 

At another one of your questions, Uvogin says yes. But does he really? Or are you just something to hoard?

Do you really want to find out, you wonder? 

Your heart tells you you don’t.

Kortopi

He turns his head, confused. It is one of the few expressions you can decipher from Kortopi because of the many strands of hair covering him. At the sight, you bow your head down.

He steps forward, and you step back.

He stops moving. So do you.

He retreats. You don’t speak for the rest of the day. You were used to it though. Kortopi hardly ever talks to you, but you don’t think he means it to be rude.

“Everything.” He mutters, standing above your bed. You sleep so peacefully, something you never were when you were awake. “You are everything.”

Illumi

Gently, he puts his teacup down with a little clatter of the saucer as he does so.

“Do you think I see you in a bad light, [First]?”

You simply look down at your teacup, smelling the lavender and chamomile to try to calm down a bit before answering Illumi.

The query has plagued your mind for an extended period. The exact duration remains elusive, as the days have merged into an indistinguishable blur. No matter your actions, pain will be inflicted upon you by someone, regardless of your conduct. Perhaps it will be Illumi's mother, administering a slightly sublethal, tasteless toxin with a syringe. Or it could be Illumi himself, subjecting you to days of confinement in a food and water-deprived closet. Regardless of your behavior, the inevitability of suffering looms. 

With the intent of prolonging your exposure to the morning birdsong and granting yourself additional time in the garden, you opt to respond.

“N-No.” You lie. “You… keep me around to be molded into your perfect spouse, I know that, it is just… just…”

His smile sends chills down your spine, surpassing even the terror of Illumi's younger brother once launching into a lewd tirade about you in your presence.

“That is all there is to it; nothing more, nothing less.”

You sip the tea finally, and the burning sensation in your throat does not bother you anymore.

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[sk3tch404]

Yandere Phantom Troupe with a s/o who gets friendly with other partners

Characters: Chrollo, Phinks, Nobunaga and Franklin

A/n: Ehhhh just a small thing. Brain fried from school and lack of proper sleep. Hope my HXH fixation stays strong for a while longer 😍 Also i think the writing is lowkey ugly but I think it's mostly the brain fog

Also wanted to do Uvogin but miss girl I really can't with ts rn... Btw I dont do Franklin I just like his character. ONE TIME THING OK 👌

Also in my ghosting era. Sorry moots I'm dying but bitch im alive but I'm dead 💔

Chrollo

Now what the hell do you think you're doing?

It's good to see that you're still capable of social interaction, but getting all buddy buddy with the other partners will make him extremely jealous.

His jealousy doesn't stem from his fear of them taking you away from him, it's purely because he thinks that HE should be the only one you spend your leisurely time with. Not some nobodies.

Chrollo is very straightforward and verbal in his expression of feelings. He will tell you to knock it off and stay near him for now on.

Maybe he will be more lenient when you talk to them from a distance.

Disobey and you will lose many privileges. It's not too often the troupe has meetings, so if there is a next time to prove yourself, (Assuming you've made up a lot for it and have obtained outside pleasures) you'd better either keep your head to the ground, or your eyes boring into his.

Eyes are the windows to the soul aren't they? Personally, Chrollo agrees with this sentiment. 

But if you're planning on escaping with the aid of that other partner, you better pray he takes some kind of psychological pity on you.

He WILL find out about it. Chrollo is a master manipulator and can read others out very well after some time.

Regarding that he has taken everything from you, he will know that you are keeping something from him.

It's not as if he didn't predict this, but it still dissapointed him.

Punishment is never tortuous, but it's direct and precise. Chrollo takes want he wants no matter how he gets it.

Sometimes you think of it as a blade hidden under his long sleeve. He closes in, saying things you wish not want to hear again, and strikes you in the most vital parts.

Phinks 

Literally does not care that much if you don't make a big deal out of it. Though, he does make sure you stay close and listens in to check you're not conspiring or anything. 

He will only get pissed if you seem really giddy after interacting with the other partner or if you keep looking around like an idiot for some kind of opportunity.

Somewhat playful about it. Phinks will tease you condescendingly, implying things you know you would be immensely punished for. 

Your terrified face and nervous defensive speech strokes his ego a lot. 

Yeah that's right, you're his. Only he works to make you that happy. Any other being trying to lure you into their untrustworthy hold will get their head spun around back and over. 

But if you're planning something against him, he will have no hesitation and will take you back home that instant.

Informs troupe members he encounters that he has personal business while dragging you out by your arm.

The boss is more understanding when it comes to partner business, so he approves of his actions.

Punishment is painful yet effective. The next time the Troupe meets up, you dare not to look at anyone else. Especially that other darling.

It seems like they were punished too.

Nobunaga

Why the hell are you ruining everything for yourself? 

He's a very moody and emotional person. Seeing you enjoy yourself with that other person will make him extremely envious and agitated.

If you're REALLY enjoying it then things will take a turn for the worst.

Nobunaga will walk up to the two of you and intimidate the other partner. The yandere of that partner will most likely not take kindly to that, and they will start to have a verbal dispute. 

Chrollo will have to silence the two and might even toss a coin to decide what to do about the outburst.

When you two get home, you will be heavily interrogated. If you don't declare your very existence and devotion to your "relationship", then off to the lions you go.

Nobunaga always makes punishment personal; Insulting you and putting words in your mouth. Never leaves you alone and makes it a point to let you know how much you hurt him, and how bad he is going to hurt you.

But if you are simply having small talk, then Nobunaga will pull you aside and tell the yandere to keep their partner away from his lover. 

The yandere will most likely agree or wave off to his demands, and keep what's theirs to themselves.

His grip is swift and harsh. You feel like a brick in calloused hands waiting for an open opportunity.

Nobunaga doesn't think before he acts in social situations. His feelings take over and his sword swerves up and around, aimed towards person contradicting his own view.

He is greedy, not selfish. 

Safe to say that you now don't open your mouth at meetings anymore unless you're told to…

Franklin

Eh as long as you're happy and not doing anything stupid.

He knows you need to talk to someone else other than himself. You are human after all.

Franklin will question you about your conversations. He secretly hopes you talked about him in a flattering light, but he knows that most likely was not a subject brought up.

Unless you want to get smart and start conspiring, you best not let him hear in on too much or find out.

Franklin is an observer and only acts when needed. His quiet and large stature is enough to intimidate most, so when he tells you he knows, confess and apologize as if you life depended on it.

He is a very patient, rational and calculating man, so he knows what you need when you need it.

It's better to stay docile rather than to mess up because you thought you could fool him. Did you think just because you found an easy way out, that you had even the slightest chance of keeping it a secret from him? Franklin of all people?

The man who is basically the troupe's second leader, the man who literally shoots nen bullets out of his hands, the man who could SNAP YOU IN HALF if he wanted to.

Punishment is not as bad as it would be if you actually did escape, but it still resulted in you being closed off to others much more than to him.

But other than that he doesn't mind you a few friends here and there. Just as long as you're loyal to him, he carries on without much issue.

Isn't the jealous type. More possessive.

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[novasdarling]

Are requests still open?Could you write relationship headcanons for nobunaga?

Yup!

Relationship Headcanons

Tw: Stalking, Kidnapping, Yandere Behaviour, Semi-forced Relationship

Nobunaga is a complicated man, both straight to the point, yet at the same time, he’ll beat around the bush. It doesn’t make sense, you think you understand him then the next minute he changes how he approaches situations. 

How you grab his attention is something he never actually fully tells you. Rather, he gives different answers every time you ask. One day he says it was your laugh, it was the most pleasant noise he had ever heard. He needed to hear it every day, possess it, it was now something he couldn’t live without. The next time you ask he states it was the way you looked at life so fondly. How you admired the beauty around you, it was captivating to follow you that day through the town, seeing how you smiled when you saw a plant you liked, or how your face softened when you smelled fresh pastries from a local café. It's a different answer each time, but what he wouldn’t tell you is that they all hold true. There wasn’t one thing that made him addicted to you like he is now, it was you, your whole being that drove him mad with love and obsession. 

Nobunaga has no understanding of how to build a relationship or ease into it. Rather, how fast or slow he goes depends on two things, how long he will be in town and how well his darling responds to him. He needs to have you secured and with him when he leaves. He’s not fond of the idea of letting you be on your own when he needs to move, especially if you two aren't settled in a relationship yet. Then he may kidnap you, under the guise of keeping you safe, refusing to allow the world to sour your view of him. 

He is a traditional yandere, he needs to know where you are, how you feel about him, and anything he wants to know or learn, he will find a way. Stalking is his favourite past time when it comes to his darling 

Expect gifts and flowers to be delivered from him regularly, is he trying to buy your love and show you he can take good care of you and provide? Sure, probably, but he knows you like it. He’s seen that smile flash on your face before the fear sets in when you take out that necklace you were eyeing at a shop yesterday. 

Nobunaga is kind, more reserved in some areas, and straightforward in others. He wants what he wants and is scared to lose it, it’s what motivates him to act, such as kidnapping and stalking. In his mind, he’s doing what’s best for both of you, even if it means taking you away from everything you’ve known. He can be a good partner, a bit delusional, but he can try to be everything you want. 

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Lost in the Shadows

part 3!!! so so sorry for how long the third part of poly!vampire! Uvo x reader x Nobu took but it’s here and I hope everyone enjoys😊

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: fem!reader, death, gore, blood, murder, captivity, starvation, smut

Word count: 11.4k

….. You were losing it.

However long it had been since you had been taken by them – a few months now? More than that? You had no clue – the mental stress was starting to make you break, and you didn't know how much longer you had until your last semblance of sanity would finally be lost.

They didn't let you go outside, saying it was to protect you from the sun while you were left feeling stir crazy.

They made you stay awake during the nights and sleep during the day while telling you it was most natural for you now.

They didn't let you eat normal food and kept giving you “blood” while insisting that was what it actually was.

They left during the nights, coming back shortly before dawn while smelling heavily like the “blood” they'd been giving you.

They kept insisting that they were vampires.

And they kept insisting that you were one as well.

…...

….. Bullshit.

Vampires aren't real. They're just crazy.

They kept you inside because you were a missing person and they didn't want you to be discovered. Your internal clock was fucked up because they made you wake up at night with them. The packets they gave you obviously had some sort of nutrient in them that was sustaining you. And they returned to you smelling like the contents of those packets because they were living a delusional fantasy and were using that as a way to sell you on it.

But you knew it was all a lie. And you told them that.

They responded by taking away the packets.

Now you were laying between the two, wide awake while they slumbered. They looked like they were dead again, but there were no thoughts of trying to repeat your escape attempt from last time. You felt weak, even more weak than you did the last time you had gone without eating, and you couldn't even move your limbs without great effort, much less gather up the strength to force yourself to stand.

Your limbs were like lead, your skin felt clammy and your mouth was incredibly dry with no hint of moisture whatsoever.

How long had it been since they stopped feeding you? It couldn't have been more than three days, you thought. They hadn't given you any water either, and while a person could survive for a while without food, the max amount of time one could survive without fluids was only three days. So it couldn't have been more than that since you were still alive.

Despite how you thought you had counted them leaving during the nights being more than three times, it wasn't more than that. It couldn't be. You were just confused and mixing up past memories with more recent ones. That was all. They were adamant that they wanted you with them, so they'd give you something sometime soon. All of this was a punishment for holding onto your common sense and not believing in the fantasy they wanted you to live with them.

You kept your gaze on the ceiling, not wanting to look at either of them and be confronted with how they looked dead again.

Maybe they took drugs of some kind which caused them to look that way.

Or maybe they were giving you something that made them appear that way in your mind.

They hadn't given you anything within three days, though.

….. Must've been something in the air. Maybe an incense or something else that was meant to be burned. One that was odorless but still managed to affect your mind. You'd never heard of anything like that before, but it probably existed.

Regardless, it was still a better idea to not look at them or linger on it. They'd messed with your head enough.

So your gaze stayed on the blank ceiling while you tried to imagine what it was like up there. Or rather, what it was like outside. For them to be asleep like they were, it seemed likely that it was sometime during the day. Perhaps the middle of the day. You remembered times when you had woken up in the middle of the night for no reason and this felt similar to that.

What kind of area was the house located?

You tried to think back to what you had seen the day you'd gotten out, and all you remembered from what you'd seen in the backyard was a wooded area and a house beyond that. But other than that, you weren't sure.

Maybe you could hear the sounds from the outside if you closed your eyes and focused. It wouldn't do much to get you out of here but maybe you could discern more about your location that way, maybe figure out if there was anyone else in the are who could possibly help you.

So you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the area above you and not the low hum that came from the electronics kept down here and the fact that you couldn't hear any breathing coming from either Nobu or Uvo.

As soon as you did that, something from within the house in the floors above you caught your attention.

…. Music.

You heard music.

It didn't sound loud enough to be someone practicing an instrument, so it was a recording.

Shalnark was listening to something, then.

You noted the sound of the saxophone playing prominently on the track. It was probably from the 80's, then. People from that time couldn't get enough of the saxophone.

You couldn't blame them. It was a good instrument.

As you lay there listening, you felt some of your stress ebbing away. Not completely – you were still stuck with delusional kidnappers – but enough that you felt some of the tension leave you. Enough that you could momentarily ignore how hungry and weak you felt.

You were grateful you couldn't hear Uvogin or Nobunaga breathing in that moment: just that small bit of noise from the both of them would've been a constant reminder to you of where you were. At least with the almost complete silence that was in the basement, you were allowed to focus on the song being played above you without any interruptions, and therefore allowed you a small bit of peace as you let your mind drift and take yourself away from that spot in the basement.

After all that you'd been through, you deserved a momentary refuge.

The moment ended far too soon.

A door crashed open, bringing you out of the calm mood you'd only just managed to achieve. Your eyes snapped open as you heard something being dragged across the floor upstairs. Something large. Something that was moving as it was pulled.

And when it stopped just above the space where you were laying, you heard muffled noises that sounded similar to a voice that was unable to be heard clearly due to some obstruction.

At some point during all of this, the music was stopped.

There was a moment of silence, and then a snarl.

Then the muffled voice tried to scream.

What followed were sounds that were horrific: teeth that bit into flesh as easily as a knife cutting into butter and a strong jaw that held on tightly as whatever it was that had been bitten began to thrash. The muffled voice became louder for only a short moment before something was ripped out. The only noise that came after was a strained wheezing sound that could barely be heard over the noise of breaking bones, meat being torn apart and the constant clacking of a dog's nails on the hardwood floor that went around in circles over whatever had been placed on the floor above you.

The sounds were awful and you wanted to scream for whatever was happening up there to stop.

But any attempt at that was halted when the smells drifted down to you.

Iron.

The same metallic smell that the packets had, yet somehow it smelled..... Fresher? You couldn't describe how you could tell such a thing, that was just the sense you got.

It was what you would smell on Nobu and Uvo when they would come back, you realized.

To your horror, you realized that your mouth was watering, and the pit you could feel in your stomach became even more noticeable. You were starving, and now when you heard the way the meat above you was being ripped off the bone, it only sent more pangs of hunger through you.

Whatever it was up there, you wanted it.

Your teeth bit down on your lower lip as you tried to rationalize what exactly those thoughts were.

But you quickly opened your mouth when you felt far more pain than you were expecting.

When had your teeth become so sharp?

“Sounds pretty gruesome.”

The sound of his voice had you looking over to Uvogin, finding him to be awake and staring at the ceiling as well. The smirk on his face made it seem like he was amused by what he was hearing.

“Shal must be pissed off pretty bad if he was willing to do this during the day,” he added.

…. By 'Shal' he meant.... Shalnark? Shalnark was the one causing all of this?

….. Who was playing the music earlier?

That question was put to the side as Uvogin looked back to you, asking “how are you feeling?”

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, too confused by what was happening upstairs and your reaction to it. Luckily Uvo didn't seem offended by it and went with a different line of questioning.

He motioned to the ceiling with his head as he asked “what do you make of that?”

“... Make of what?”

“What we're hearing,” he said, “what Shal's doing up there; how does that make you feel?”

You looked back to the ceiling and listened, finding that a lot of the sounds had died down by now but the smell was still strong. Whatever had been dragged in was dead now, out of the torment it had gone through.

Something was still up there eating, though.

And as you heard more meat being ripped away and chomped on, only one word went through your mind:

Hungry

“Really?”

You realized you had said that out loud when you heard him say that. Uvo sat up slightly, seeming a bit excited as he said “you aren't put off by all of that?”

“I…. I am,” you answered.

He raised an eyebrow.

“But you said you were hungry.”

“I didn't say that,” you told him, “I didn't say anything.”

“I heard you.”

“No you didn't. You made up your own answer in your head.”

Uvogin stayed quiet for a moment after you said that.

Then he sighed.

“Guess it'll still be a bit before we take you out to feed you,” he said as he settled back down.

The thought of going any longer without any sustenance immediately had you in a panic, and there was enough adrenaline in you to make you flip to your side and grab at his arm.

“I'll die if this goes on any longer,” you said, “please, you need to give me something. I don't wanna starve. I'm sorry. I'll believe whatever you tell me to, so please give me-”

“Quiet down.”

The instant he said that you snapped your mouth shut. Your hands remained on his arm, however, still gripping him with the limited amounts of strength you had left.

“You're not gonna starve,” he told you, “we'll feed you, but you need to be in the right mindset for it otherwise we'll have a mess on our hands.”

“If I don't get anything soon I'm-”

“I said quiet.”

You shut your mouth again, and this time there was something in your mind that told you not to speak unless he said it was okay. You didn't want to listen to that but you felt that you had no choice in the matter.

“Just wait a bit longer,” he continued, “when you're finally ready to accept it, you'll be given what you need.”

His gaze softened slightly when he glanced over and saw how you looked ready to cry, and it seemed like he was trying to console you when he reached over to caress your cheek.

His touch didn't do anything to soothe you. All it really did was make you more upset that he would pretend to be caring and you wanted to call him out on it.

But he told you to be quiet, so you didn't say anything.

“You know, this wouldn't be happening if you weren't in denial,” said Uvogin.

You wanted to protest. You weren't in denial, you just lived in the real world where things like vampires and hellhounds didn't exist, because believing in things like that were for little children, superstitious old people and people who weren't mentally well.

But an internal voice repeated his previous order yet again: be quiet.

Uvo leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead before he told you “close your eyes and go back to sleep. Nobu had a rough time last night and I don't wanna deal with him being annoyed if we wake him up early.”

You didn't want to sleep. You wanted him and Nobu to do the right thing and let you out of here.

But in the same way that you had stopped talking, you closed your eyes when he told you to, much to Uvogin's amusement as he chuckled while mumbling something about you being “almost there.”

By the time you managed to get to sleep, the smell from upstairs was starting to fade away.

It felt like it had been much longer than three days at this point, and by now you were too tired to even attempt to rationalize how you were still alive. It was too much effort to think back on how long it had been since that day you and Uvo spoke, too much effort to try and count back the days to the best of your ability.

Anything that didn't involve you laying curled up on your side on the mattress was too much effort.

Your stomach had never felt more empty, and there was a pain that ran through your whole body every time that emptiness made itself known.

You truly felt like you were at death's door.

And apparently it was only then that the two of them decided to do something about it.

That night, there wasn't any explanation when they dragged you up off of the mattress and up the basement steps, though Uvogin ended up needing to wrap an arm around your waist and carry you up when you had difficulty navigating the stairs. Despite it being the first time they had taken you out of the basement, there were no thoughts of escape. You didn't have the strength in you to try and wrench your arm out of the grip Uvo had on it. Instead, you were taken out to where the dented pickup truck sat. Nobunaga took his place in the driver's seat. Uvo placed you back in the truck bed before joining you there.

They didn't say anything about what was happening.

You didn't question it, either.

The air was fresh and the sky was painted in different shades of red and orange that would soon turn dark once the sun finished setting. The last time you would've seen something like this would've been the night they took you, yet you immediately turned your head away once you caught sight of the light from the horizon. Looking at it hurt. And you soon found yourself pressing up against Uvo and trying to hide behind his form as if that would protect you from any burning pain the light would bring.

Uvogin gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Nobunaga started up the truck, and your hands went to your ears as you found the truck's engine to be unusually loud. It only got louder when the truck began to move and the wheels began to move over the surface of the pavement and for the first few minutes during this journey, you sat with your hands over your ears.

Uvogin still didn't say anything, but eventually you were able to tolerate all the noise a bit better. To the point that you were able to take your hands away. And when nearly all traces of the setting sun had slowly disappeared below the horizon, you felt comfortable enough to pull away from Uvo.

You had felt a similar pain and weakness when you'd gotten out that time, you recalled.

…. Probably because of how long they'd kept you inside.

How much therapy would you need in order to get back to normal if you were ever able to escape them? Probably more than you'd be able to afford.

You weren't sure how long you were on the road: after a while your weakness had you feeling like you were drifting in and out of consciousness and you couldn't focus on anything. You had no clue what Nobu was doing aside from driving, but in the moments when you had a better grip on your surroundings, you sensed Uvogin looking down at you. Maybe he was wondering why you weren't asking any questions about what was happening.

Was this a further punishment for what you'd said the other day? And where exactly were they taking you?

Not wanting to try and raise your voice to speak to Uvo over the sound of the truck, you kept quiet, figuring that there needed to be an explanation at some point.

When exactly the truck had stopped, you couldn't say. All you knew was in one moment, Uvogin had hopped out of the bed of the truck and had turned to you, motioning for you to follow. When you didn't do that, he held out his hand to you as he said “c'mon, babe. Get out.”

You responded to that order without hesitance, moving over and taking his hand so he could pull you out.

You stood on unsteady legs when he let you go, and for a moment you felt like you were going to fall over. That was when a different pair of hands grabbed you by your shoulders, and you turned your head to find Nobunaga holding you steady as he looked down at you.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Ready?” you repeated.

You cringed a little after you heard your own voice – it sounded so raspy and terrible.

“I think it's better you not say anything,” Uvo said to Nobunaga, “she might put up a fight otherwise.”

“True,” Nobu replied to him. Then he gave you a pat on the shoulder as he said “okay, let's go.”

This time he was the one to take ahold of your wrist and pull you behind him while Uvogin took the lead.

Where were they taking you?

Looking ahead as you thought that, you were surprised when you saw an area full of buildings and people. Somehow you hadn't noticed that the three of you weren't alone until now. Families, couples and groups of friends were spread out along a line of shops that faced a boardwalk overlooking the ocean. The fact that you were next to a body of water also only became apparent to you once you looked over and saw it, and the sounds of the waves and the smell of the ocean breeze hit you immediately after.

Why had they brought you here? Especially when they had kidnapped you. Shouldn't they be worried about one of the many people here possibly recognizing you? There were so many potential witnesses, so many cameras that were taking pictures as the three of you got closer, and when you looked back to the shops, you saw that most of them had security cameras at the front. All it would take was one person, either here on the boardwalk or later on looking at footage taken of tonight, to recognize you and pass that information on to the authorities. Why would they take such a risk after keeping you hidden for as long as they did?

“What'll you do if someone realizes who I am?” you asked. Your voice had been barely more than a whisper, but Nobu had heard you regardless, turning his head as he answered you.

“Why would someone know you?” he asked.

“Because.... You kidnapped me, so I must've been listed as a missing person, right?”

Nobunaga smiled at you.

“I wouldn't worry about anything like that,” he told you, “just focus on what we're doing now.”

“What are we doing now?” you asked.

“Just wait and see.”

….. You didn't like that answer.

The three of you walked along the edge of the boardwalk closest to the beach, passing by an increasing number of people the longer you went. Those who bothered to glance in your direction mostly took a quick look at Uvogin before turning their gaze away and were gone too fast before you could try to get their attention.

All it would take would be for one person to raise the alarm and you'd have a crowd of people who would surely come to help you. If only someone would notice the pleading glances you sent in the direction of any and all who passed you by.

Help was so close.

But no one was paying attention to you.

You could hear all of them clearly, though.

Some of the people who ignored you were speaking, and you caught snippets of conversations amid bits of music that came from speakers from inside the various shops. The people you heard were talking a little louder than what would've been normal, probably because the sheer number of people present forced them to speak louder in order to be heard. But to you it sounded like they were yelling.

The electric glow of the lights and the amount of them that dotted the area of the walkway were also having a negative effect on you, and soon after you needed to avert your eyes and watch your shoes as Nobunaga continued to lead you along.

This was strange, you thought to yourself. Things had been difficult initially on the car ride but you'd gotten over it; why were things getting worse for you now?

A gust of wind carried the ocean breeze your way, and suddenly you were hit by an overwhelming scent of salt. In that moment it was all you could smell and the strength of the scent combined with how sudden it was caused you to feel weak at the knees as it made you want to throw up.

The meager strength in your legs finally left you and you fell to the ground.

Too much.

The smells, the lights and incessant noise that came pouring out of every inch of the boardwalk that caused a pounding to consistently pulse through your skull was quickly tearing down your last shreds of sanity. Everything felt wrong; you'd been kept isolated for far too long of a time and now entering a place like a busy boardwalk had you wanting to crack open your own skull in the hopes that it would relieve you from the way everything was overwhelming you completely. The lights were too bright, the different smells were too strong, even the surface you were sitting on felt wrong against your skin, the texture of the wood sending an unpleasant twitch running through your whole body anytime you shifted slightly on top of it.

And then the noise.

It almost sounded like you could pick out every individual voice that was currently speaking. Any and all words from dozens and dozens of interchangeable conversations seemed to be in competition with each other just so they could reach your ears:

A child was crying about a toy of theirs that had fallen off the edge of the fence and down into the water while their parent scolded them for putting the toy in such a spot in the first place.

A group of women were ganging up on a single man and accusing him of cheating on his girlfriend and talking over him when he tried to defend himself.

A man was on the phone with someone and was quickly becoming aggressive with whoever was on the other end.

And outside of the voices, the noises of the environment were getting to you as well. Beneath you, you could hear the ocean waves beneath the boards you were sitting on, lapping against the beach and pulling back with it several hundred individual grains of sand before the process was repeated. And above you, you heard the humming of the lights of the shops and lampposts, the electric currents buzzing in your ears despite how far away they were.

And above all of that were the sounds of what you could only describe as being a drumming noise. Multiple drumming noises, in fact, dozens of them, all out of sync with each other and when combined with all of the voices, sounded like a garbled mess that only further assaulted your ears.

Too much too much too much

You wanted to leave. You'd be more than happy to go back to that house as long as you could find peace within the silence after.

Never would you have thought that you'd want to return to the basement they'd been keeping you in for months, but now you were longing for that. To run off to that space and never go near people ever again.

What would your captors think if you shared those thoughts with them?

Nobunaga saying your name broke through the noise of the other voices, and you looked up to find him kneeling in front of you, both hands on your shoulders while he looked concerned. Uvogin was standing next to him, and while he also appeared concerned, he didn't seem as worried as Nobunaga.

“Can you hear me?” Nobu asked you.

You gave him a small nod.

“Alright, then we can keep going,” Uvogin said.

Nobu gave him an annoyed look as he said “we can't keep going as she is right now. We need to take her back.”

“She needs to learn how to hunt and feed,” Uvo countered.

“What kind of hunting do you think she'll be able to do like this? She's helpless.”

“She's not. Once we find suitable prey for her, it'll kick in and she'll do the rest.”

“You keep saying that, but what exactly can she do when she's in this state?” Nobunaga asked.

“She's starving, and that'll make her desperate,” Uvogin stated.

He looked back to you as he smiled, saying “desperation pushes people to do things they might not do otherwise.”

You weren't able to focus on what he meant by that, the pain in your head so great that you had a hard time thinking too deeply.

They continued to bicker while you kept your hands on your ears, trying your hardest to will the pain away. You still caught bits and pieces of what they were saying, and you were struck by how were they able to talk about such things in front of all these people. They spoke of you hunting someone down, and there were really no one among those who passed you by who didn't catch at least some of the conversation and find it to be odd?

“Is she okay?”

A woman's voice interrupted your thoughts, and when you looked back up you found a blonde woman in a baggy blue shirt appearing to be concerned as she looked down at you.

She spoke to Uvo and Nobu again as she asked “should I call an ambulance?”

Uvogin stepped forward as he said “it's nothing too serious. She's just a little lightheaded and overwhelmed. But she'll be fine if we can find a quiet spot for her to calm down.”

“Do you want to take her to the back?” the woman asked, pointing at a shop that sat opposite of you.

She continued with “I'm the manager there. My office is pretty small, but you're welcome to use it if you want.”

“That sounds great. Thanks.”

The woman smiled at Uvo as she said “here, follow me.”

She waited as Nobunaga helped you back up to your feet, and when your eyes met hers, she smiled at you as well.

Panic was starting to course through you as the three of you followed her into the shop and headed towards the back.

What were they going to do to her?

The air conditioner that was running within the small space of the manager's office was a little too loud and you could still hear noise from the outside, but it was preferable over going back out to the boardwalk.

You were sat down on a creaky office chair that sat behind a small desk, and the woman once again asked Uvo and Nobu if they wanted her to call an ambulance. When they once more assured her that it wasn't necessary, she told you she'd be back with some water.

The two of them stood by quietly as she left, not saying anything to you even after she left the room.

….. The drumming noise had largely gone away, you noted.

Them being so quiet felt strange, and after a few more moments you felt compelled to ask “what are we doing here?”

“What do you mean? She invited us in,” Nobunaga said.

“But why did you agree? What are you going to do?” you asked, your voice sounding more raspy the more you spoke.

“Us? We're not doing anything,” Uvo said, “that's all on you.”

You didn't get a chance to ask what he meant by that when the woman came back in, carrying a cup of water that she held out for you to take.

You managed to mumble out a “thank you” as you accepted it, though when you took a small sip, you found that it didn't offer any sort of relief. Your mouth was still dry and you felt just as disoriented as you had when you first entered the office.

“If you feel like you're going to faint I want you to lay down on the floor,” the woman told you, “I don't want to see you hurt yourself by falling.”

You nodded, though you only vaguely heard what she had said to you as you noticed you could hear that drumming again. It was only a single drum beat this time and much more tolerable than it had been outside. Strangely, it seemed to get louder when the woman got closer to you.

You took a longer sip of your water, hoping that if you finished the whole cup you would finally feel some feeling of refreshment.

You got down to halfway and you still felt thirsty.

“You feeling any better?” she asked you.

You nodded 'yes', but the answer couldn't be further from the truth. Evidently you weren't a good enough liar as she didn't seem to believe you and asked “are you sure?”

She leaned down as she said that, moving to place a hand on your forehead.

The way she was about to touch you probably should've gotten your attention, but instead your eyes were drawn to the glint of something golden around her neck. You were then transfixed on the charm of her necklace: a carousel. One that was largely a golden color save for the white and pink detailing on the three horses that adorned the small piece of jewelry. Taking in the detail that had been put into the charm, you found yourself thinking it was cute.

You paid attention to that fact more than when she spoke again.

“Honey, you're freezing! What happened to you?”

Her voice had been more panicked that time and when you didn't respond, she turned her head towards Uvogin, who had now moved so he was partially blocking the door.

The way she turned her head gave you a clear view of the expanse of her neck, and suddenly your eyes were fixed on that.

The drumming was picking up again, and as you looked at the vein in her neck, you almost felt as though you could hear the blood rushing through it.

Nobunaga was standing behind her, and you were able to note when he straightened slightly when he saw the way you were looking at her, standing stiff as he stared intently at you.

How long you sat there staring at her neck you had no clue, but she still had her head turned towards Uvo, not at all noticing where your attention was.

Your teeth become sharp again, just like they had that day when Shalnark killed something above you, and the sudden sharpness of your teeth almost penetrating your lower lip had you opening your mouth slightly.

The drumming became louder and faster and you were vaguely aware of the way she asked Uvogin why he wasn't answering her.

The cup she had given you fell from your hands and clattered to the floor.

That was when something inside of you snapped.

You surged forward and bit down on her neck.

… For a brief moment, the only thing you heard was the constant noise coming from the the air conditioner.

Everyone else was silent.

She didn't react at first. She just stood there, probably in shock, not understanding what you were doing. Why you had decided to sink your unusually sharp teeth into her throat.

When the blood began to drip from the bite wound was when it finally clicked for her.

Her hands were on you, pulling at your hair and hitting your head, desperately trying to pull you off of her as she demanded to know what the fuck was wrong with you and for you to let her go. She tried to pull away by standing up, but your hands and teeth were clamped onto her with a strength you didn't even know you had and all she did was pull you up with her.

The drumming had sped up with barely any space between beats.

She moved to hit you again but was stopped when Uvogin grabbed her arms from behind and kept her still for you.

Then she tried to scream for help, but that was also stopped when Nobunaga stepped over and placed his hand over her mouth to silence her.

It seemed that was the moment where she realized she was truly helpless.

Tears were running down her face while she began to sob against his hand. You could sense the way she was looking at the door, knowing that there were people out in the shop who could put an end to this if just one of them went to the manager's office and raised the alarm.

No moment like that ever came.

And as you drank more of her blood, she became weaker. Suddenly she wasn't able to struggle as much and her muffled cries for help became softer. When or how you both ended up on the floor you weren't sure, but you became aware that you were straddling her while your mouth remained on her neck.

“Please stop,” you heard her croak out.

But you didn't pay attention. It was like you had blinders on, focused only on having your fill. Once you got what you wanted, then you'd be able to turn your attention to other things.

By now, the drumming had slowed down drastically.

Then it felt like you had reached a limit, and like you had been in a trance, you snapped out of your state of bloodlust, quickly pulling yourself off of the woman's throat.

You weren't sure if you had accidentally bitten down again or if your teeth had gotten stuck in her skin, but you heard a tearing sound as you pulled off of her, and when you looked back down, you saw that you had managed to rip off a chunk of her flesh that was still stuck to your teeth.

There was blood covering the entirety of her neck, and it continued to flow out of the two holes you had punctured into her skin that was aided by the massive one you had torn into her throat. Soon the area around her neck and head began to fill up with the blood that was draining out of her throat, expanding out on the office floor while her breathing became harsher.

The flesh that had still been in your teeth fell out at that point, landing on her chest and directly on top of her necklace that you had been admiring only moments earlier.

She was looking up at you, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you with a mix of confusion and shock. She wasn't vocalizing it, likely because she wasn't capable of it, but you knew the question that she wanted to ask:

Why?

You didn't have an answer.

You wondered if that was how you looked on that night, when Uvogin bit you while Nobunaga continued to fuck you. You remembered how utterly helpless and at their mercy you had been. And now you were in the position they had been in, and there was no other emotion you could feel besides unrelenting guilt.

“Sorry.”

You said that in a whisper, and at first you weren't sure if she had heard it. Evidently she did, based off of the look of disgust that formed on her face. She tried to spit at you, though all she accomplished was coughing up blood onto her chin.

She turned her attention back to the door, where she had hoped help would come through for her, and with what seemed to be the last of her strength, she reached an arm out towards it, her fingers straining as though she thought she could get someone's attention that way. Like help could still come for her and she could still be saved.

And not long after her eyes glazed over and her arm fell back to the office floor.

The drumming had stopped.

She was dead.

A woman lay dead beneath you.

….

… You killed this person.

And as the blood pool around her head got bigger, you sat still, looking at her: her unfocused eyes that shined from the artificial lights above you, her mouth that was slightly agape and her tongue that you could see resting against her teeth, the blood coming from her neck that was finally starting to slow down, and her chest that stayed still as she was no longer breathing.

The image of your high school friend came back to mind, just as it had with Nobu and Uvo, and you were struck by the feeling of just how fake she looked in that moment.

Yet only moments ago she'd been alive.

How long would she stay in that state? How long would it take before her body would start to decompose and the insects would find their way to her so they could feed and place their eggs inside of her? And how long would her body decay in this room before she was discovered?

You sat there, looking at the dead person that lay beneath you.

….. You had no explanation for what you had just done.

A large, rough hand grabbed your chin and forced your head up.

Uvogin's lips mashed against yours in a rough kiss as he pulled you close to him, causing you to shift slightly on top of the woman. Your knee ended up pressing against her stomach, and that was enough to force whatever air was left inside of her to come exhaling out.

Uvogin didn't care and continued to kiss you.

He finally pulled away, and when he did, you saw blood smeared all over his lips. He didn't care about that, either.

“You did so good,” he breathed, “I couldn't be prouder.”

He smiled as he glanced behind you, saying “right, Nobu?”

You followed his gaze to where Nobunaga stood, and found the black haired man was staring at you once again. Upon hearing Uvo's question, he nodded before he knelt down and kissed you on the forehead, patting your hair after.

All the while you were still on top of that poor woman's corpse.

Luckily for you, things didn't go any further than the kissing, as Nobu pulled you back to your feet while he told Uvogin “we shouldn't linger for too long. You wanna take care of the employees or should I?”

“I'll take care of it,” Uvo answered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while saying “clean her up and then let's get going.”

With the majority of the blood that had been on his mouth now smeared across the back of his hand, Uvo walked through the door of the office and back out into the shop area.

Your attention was brought back to Nobu when he knelt back down over the body of the woman. Why he was doing that became apparent when you heard the sound of cloth tearing and he stood back up with a piece of the woman's blue shirt in his hand. He seemed pleased as he began to wipe at your mouth with the cloth, gently holding your chin up with one hand while attempting to soak up the excess blood with the cloth in the other.

“..... What just happened?” you asked him.

Your voice no longer sounded terrible. And you noted that you no longer felt terrible, either. Oddly enough, you felt refreshed, feeling a strength you weren't used to and not at all weak like you'd been earlier.

Nobunaga smiled as he said “you had your first true meal as a vampire.”

…... You didn't know what to say to that.

So you said nothing, allowing him to finish cleaning you up as best as he was able. The blood-soaked bit of shirt was tossed aside after, and he knelt down one last time to grab something else from the body of the woman. Meanwhile, you were trying to process this information, trying to figure out why you no longer felt like death and why your senses were no longer overwhelming you to the point that you felt like fainting. You felt normal again.

Better than normal, actually.

“Alright, let's go.”

Nobunaga grabbed your hand once more as he said that, and just like earlier, you followed along when he pulled you behind him. Both of you left that room without looking at the body – whatever Nobu's reasons were, you didn't know, but you couldn't stand to look at what you had done again.

Uvogin was waiting for the two of you at the entrance of the shop, and the three of you made your way out without any questions from the two other workers that were present in the shop, both having a far-off look in their eyes when you glanced over at them.

The outside was far more tolerable now, and the three of you walked back to the truck without incident.

Nobu took his place in the driver's seat while you and Uvogin ended up in the truck bed, and for a moment relief filled you, that you'd finally go back and get further away from the crime scene left behind at that shop.

“Are we going back?” you asked.

“Not yet.”

“.... I'd like to go back.”

“Don't be so selfish,” Uvogin chided, “you've gotten your fill, but we haven't eaten yet, remember?”

“.... Sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around your knees as you mumbled out that brief apology. Luckily Uvo didn't seem too annoyed, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him.

“Don't worry,” he told you, “you don't need to do anything else tonight. We'll go back after we feed.”

“.... Are more people going to die?”

“Don't ask stupid questions, babe.”

The motor of the truck roared as it turned on, and the conversation ended.

You could tell where you were before opening your eyes when you awoke once more, the stagnant air that you had become more than accustomed to a dead giveaway. It wasn't a surprise anymore to wake up in that basement, laying on the mattresses in between the two men who called you their lover.

Uvogin had an arm laying on top of you, and when you looked to Nobunaga, you saw he was laying on his side as well, facing you with one hand stretched out towards you, just barely grazing your skin. There was something soft that you were holding, and you found that it was the cat plush. Either one of them had placed it in your arms or you had managed to reach out for it in your sleep.

One of them giving it to you would've been sweet if the circumstances had been different.

Such as the fact that you had killed a person last night.

… No.

There had been a second one.

The memories of how the previous night had ended were coming back: you remembered how Nobu had driven the three of you down a dimly lit trail that led to a beach that seemed relatively secluded. There was some sort of party happening, one where the many people who had been gathered had put together a large bonfire that illuminated nearly all of the beach.

You had still wanted to return to the house so you stayed with the truck. To their credit, they didn't push you to get out. The reason they had gone to that beach was just for themselves; you had only been along for the ride.

You didn't know how the altercation started; your gaze had stayed on your lap while your mind went over everything that had happened that evening. You only noticed something was wrong when you heard raised voices that had been directed at your captors. When you looked up to where they stood, surrounded by a group of angry-looking men, you witnessed the moment where one of them smashed a beer bottle over Nobunaga's head, glass and cheap alcohol raining down on him.

Uvo grabbed the man who hit Nobu and ripped his arm off in retaliation.

The sickening sounds of muscle and bone being ripped apart seemed to echo within the area of the beach as the group there stood stunned for a few moments, all of them trying to comprehend what exactly had just happened. The man who hit Nobu was also silent at first, watching the blood that was spurting from his empty shoulder socket. When he began to scream was when it clicked for everyone else that was there.

And then everything went to hell.

The air of the beach that had been filled with music and laughter quickly filled up with panicked screaming as the two vampires attacked anyone and everyone that was present. They tore out the throats those who tried to run away, keeping them from screaming, before they moved onto the ones who were getting further away. People who made it to the outskirts of the beach were dragged back and were torn apart as the two drank from the open wounds before their victims were haphazardly tossed aside and left to bleed out.

They didn't intend for any to leave that beach alive.

One of the men who saw you sitting in the truck ran up to you and tried to pull you out, shouting at you that you needed to run or else you'd die, too. He was a man who was clearly decent as he took the time to try and help what he thought was a woman who had been stunned by the massacre before her.

But when he got you to the edge of the truck bed, that urge that had compelled you to kill the woman from earlier came back and you latched your mouth onto his neck. The two of you fell to the ground below as you began to suck the life out of him.

It took some time before you pulled yourself off of him, after he stopped struggling and his arms fell limply to his sides.

And when you looked down at him after you'd fed, you found a similar sight in the way the blood pooled around his head just like it had the woman from earlier.

And that was it. That was where your memory ended.

It was probably for the best that was the case.

And now you were back here, in the place you had been for what must've been months, once more laying between two criminals. They were kidnappers, murderers and.....

….. You didn't want to think about the last thing. After all of your insistence that they were delusional, you didn't want to admit that you were wrong and they'd been telling the truth the entire time.

Fucking vampires.

At least you felt a lot better now. A miniscule comfort, all things considered, but it was a welcome change after all that time you had spent feeling like you were teetering between life and death.

….. And now what?

Go back to this existence that you'd been dragged into? Stay with Uvo and Nobu and go out to hunt people when you needed to feed?

Kill people just so you could continue your existence indefinitely?

Your brain was slow to pick up on what that last thought said about you. Or rather, a certain amount of acceptance of the things they had told you. Things that you had vehemently argued against.

Because even with all of your denials, it was hard to explain what had happened with you and those two people in any other way than what they had claimed.

Despite Uvogin's arm being on top of you, you sat upright, staring blankly at the space in front of you as you went over the events of the previous night once more in your head.

You had bitten them. Your canines had grown sharp enough so they could break through skin, and you had drained both of your victims of so much of blood that they died from the blood loss.

You could still see them both: the kind woman who had been worried about you on the floor of the managers office, and the equally kind man who didn't want to see you die on the beach.

And the large portion of blood that had pooled around both of their heads.

But just as large of a portion was what you had fed on.

…....

You didn't want to be down here anymore.

With that thought in mind, you pushed Uvo's arm aside and stood, still carrying the cat plush as you headed towards the stairs.

This time there wasn't any attempt on your part to keep quiet, yet you were barely making any sound as you made your way over. It was more proof that they were right, and therefore it was something else that you didn't want to think about.

It was when you reached the door and opened it that you heard a low voice in the basement saying your name, but you ignored it as you shut the door behind you.

It didn't feel like it had been all that long ago that you'd attempted that escape where you only ended up getting as far as the backyard. And as you remembered which direction the door to the outside had been, you noticed movement from the corner of your eye.

You saw the same dog you had encountered on that day, standing in the kitchen as he stared at you. But you blinked once and suddenly Shalnark had taken the dog's place. There was a small smile on his face, but his voice had a hint of warning in it as he asked you “where are you going?”

After a moment, you answered “nowhere.”

“Really? Because it looks like you're trying to get away again,” he said as you continued to walk to the door.

“I'm just going outside.”

You heard him hum to himself, but he didn't do anything to stop you.

But just as you got to the door, you stopped as you remembered what you had heard happen above you on a day that also hadn't felt very long ago. When something had been dragged inside and ripped to pieces.

You looked back to him as you asked “did you kill someone?”

“Hm? You mean in here?”

You nodded.

Shalnark laughed as he explained “some little shit kept throwing balls into the backyard as an excuse to get back there and try to see inside the house. I finally had enough of his snooping so I put an end to it.”

“...... Oh.”

You turned back to the door, continuing on your way outside. Shalnark still didn't do anything to stop you.

“Well, if you do try something, you won't make it far,” he said, “it sounds like they're coming up to get you.”

He was referring to the movement that you could hear coming from the floor beneath you. Someone else heading to the stairs.

Shalnark began to say something else, but you ignored it as you stepped outside and onto the covered porch.

The last time you had come out this way, it had felt refreshing. But now it didn't feel quite the same. Though the fresh air was still welcome, it was the sight of the sunlight hitting the grass beyond the porch that had you feeling apprehensive. You remembered when you had gone running out and became weak the instant the sunlight touched your skin, the strength in your limbs failing you as you were forced to crawl across the yard before you were brought back inside. While you got a sense that you wouldn't immediately fall over if you were to step out into the light now, you found that you didn't want to do that. Voices at the back of your mind that you didn't recall being there before warned that your strength would deplete rapidly if you did that.

Despite those voices, you walked to the very edge of the porch, and with the cat plush still held in one arm, you reached out with your free hand, intending on holding it out in the sunlight to see what would happen if the light touched your skin.

“If you're so curious, you can just ask what'll happen if you do that.”

That was Nobunaga's voice.

You turned your head to find him leaning against the open doorway. While he looked a bit tired, he didn't appear to be overly concerned about you being out here. Either he was confident that you wouldn't run, or he was confident that he could catch you if you were dumb enough to try again.

“... What will happen if the sunlight touches me?” you asked as you pulled your hand back.

“It'll sting a bit, and your energy will deplete faster. Although, since you fed off of two people last night, it'll take a while before it's as bad as it was last time,” he explained, “you'd last a bit longer before you'd get back to the point where you'd burn up.”

“Just from the sun hitting me?”

“Yeah.”

You took another look at the backyard before taking a small step back from the edge of the porch.

The door swung closed as Nobu fully stepped outside.

“Doesn't look like you're trying very hard to escape,” he said.

“I'm not trying to,” you replied.

“So you just came up to test how you'd do in the sun?”

“Not really,” you said, “I just wanted to sit outside for a little bit.”

For a moment after your answer, he didn't respond.

And when he spoke again, it was with a simple “okay.”

Then Nobunaga moved, easily closing the short distance between the two of you so he could sit down in the middle of the porch.

And when you looked back to him, he motioned for you to sit down as well, patting the area next to him.

The last memory you had of him before you woke up today was of him ripping a person's jaw off, you recalled.

You did what he wanted.

The both of you sat quietly for some time, looking out at the greenery in the backyard while a soft breeze blew past and moved about the leaves of the wooded area at the very back of the property. You found yourself trying to visualize where you had fallen in the yard when you had tried to run when you were distracted by the clicking sounds of a lighter, and you looked over to find Nobunaga lighting up a cigarette.

He noticed you staring and held out the packet of cigarettes to offer you one. You shook your head in response.

“You've never smoked at the house before,” you commented.

“Shal hates the smell,” he answered, “so the rule is that we can smoke all we want but never inside the house.”

You nodded in understanding, and then things turned quiet between the two of you once more.

This time, however, that moment of quiet didn't last as long as Nobu pulled the cigarette away from his lips and asked “what made you come out here?”

“.... I killed someone last night,” you said.

“You killed two people,” he corrected.

You didn't reply to that, and after a moment you got the sense that he realized that wasn't the correct thing to say.

He cleared his throat before he spoke again.

“It might feel weird at first,” Nobu began, “but soon enough you won't even think about it.”

“I won't think about it?” you repeated.

“No.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

“Well, yeah,” he answered, “I've been at this for a while.”

… How long was 'a while' for him?

And then a new question came to mind: had he once been in the same position as you?

“Do you remember your first kill?” you asked.

Nobunaga blinked in surprised, then leaned back on both hands as he looked up at the ceiling. You could see him trying to recall the memory.

“.... No,” he eventually said.

“No?”

“That was a long time ago now.”

“How long?”

“Couple hundred years, probably.”

“Oh.....”

At some other point in time, you would've disregarded what he had said as more delusions on his part.

You weren't as inclined to do so now.

Nobunaga's hand was on your shoulder then, and he pulled you in closer as he whispered to you “I know it seems tough now, but it'll get easier the more time goes on. Alright?”

“..... I don't want to hurt people,” you told him.

His response to that was to squeeze your shoulder as he repeated “it'll get easier.”

You had a hard time believing that.

Then he pulled away, and it looked as though a light bulb went off in his head.

“Oh yeah,” he said as he reached into his pocket, “I grabbed something for you.”

What he pulled out was a golden carousel necklace with white and pink detailing on the horses. And though it had clearly been washed, there were small remnants of red still present on it.

The woman's necklace.

Nobunaga held it out for you.

You looked at him before looking back to it, and then you shook your head.

“You don't want it?” he asked.

You shook your head again.

“Huh. It seemed to be your style so I thought you'd like it.”

You didn't say anything to that, and after a moment, he set the necklace down on the other side of him.

Things were quiet between the two of you until you heard him sigh. Nobu's shoulders sagged a bit as he reached his hand up to give you a gentle pat on the head. In his own odd way, he was doing his best to be kind to you.

The people you killed were also trying to be kind to you.

Against your better judgment, you decided to mention that fact to him.

“That lady was nice,” you said, “same with that guy later on; both of them were trying to help me.”

“Yeah, and that's why they're dead.”

The way he said that so matter-of-factly had you looking back at him with a disgusted expression.

He wasn't at all phased and asked “what? Are you saying I'm wrong?”

“.... They didn't deserve to die,” you said.

“I don't know if it's really a matter of them 'deserving' it or not,” Nobu answered, “but they were the ones who chose to let their guards down around us.”

Us. That word repeated in your head.

“Why didn't you kill me, then?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“I let my guard down around you, too, but instead you turned me into.... This,” you said, “why do I get to keep going on while they died?”

Nobunaga blew out one last puff of smoke before mashing the rest of the cigarette against the surface of the porch before he answered.

“Because we like you.”

“..... That's it?”

“That's it.”

Apparently it was the end of the conversation, as Nobunaga pulled himself back up to his feet before holding a hand out for you to take. And when you did just that and allowed yourself to be pulled to your feet as well, he led you back into the house.

You didn't fight him on that.

Shalnark was gone when you reentered, and as you made your way back to the basement door, you heard voices from the floor above you, the second floor you hadn't seen yet. Though you couldn't make out any words, you could make out Shalnark's voice and the voice of someone you didn't recognize.

“Is there someone else upstairs?” you asked.

“That's Shalnark's area, so don't worry about it,” Nobu answered.

“Shalnark's area?”

“The ground floor is common area,” he explained, “the downstairs belongs to us, and the upstairs belongs to Shalnark. We don't go up unless necessary, and he doesn't come down unless necessary.”

“So unless whatever's happening up there is affecting us, don't worry about it,” he reiterated.

It was abundantly clear that he wanted you to drop it, so you did, staying silent as he opened the door to the basement.

At another point in time, you wouldn't have just sat quietly while your captor brought you back to the place they had locked you in for months.

But you weren't that person anymore. In more ways than one.

Uvogin was still laying on the bed when the two of you got down there, but he lifted his head up when you approached, raising an eyebrow as he asked “you trying to get away again?”

Nobunaga answered for you.

“No, we went out for fresh air.”

Uvogin hummed, but accepted the explanation.

Then the larger man sat up and reached for one of your hands when you got close.

The last thing you could recall him doing at that beach was taking a bite out of a man's head.

His large hand grabbed yours and he pulled it towards his mouth so he could kiss it.

“Feeling better?” he asked you.

Not in the slightest

“Yeah,” you answered quietly.

“Glad to hear it.”

Uvogin grabbed you then, making you sit on his lap and forcing you to spread open your legs to accommodate his size.

The position he'd forced you into had already given you a bad feeling about where this was going, and it only got worse when Uvo spoke again.

“It's been a while since you let me do this,” he said.

“Let you do what?” you asked.

“Let me hold you like this,” he answered, one hand sliding down to grasp at your thigh while he continued with “the last time I was able to get you to sit in my lap without you kicking up a fuss was the night we claimed you.”

“Oh.”

You weren't sure what to do. Did he want an apology? You glanced over to Nobunaga, noting that he had also taken a spot on the mattress and was watching you two.

“You made us put up with a lot, you know?” Uvo then said, “the least you could do would be to make up for all of those times you fought us.”

You glanced back over to Nobunaga to find that while he wasn't saying anything, he seemed to agree with what Uvo was saying.

It was true that any and all sexual advances had been harshly rejected by you, even when you'd been at your weakest. For whatever reason, they wanted you to be a willing participant when they fucked you again. Maybe they would consider that to be a sign that you were finally accepting them.

As much as you didn't want to do that, rejecting them might result in them starving you again. And along with that, a new worry came to mind:

What would they do if they decided they were tired of you?

The reason Nobu had just given you was that the two of them liked you; if you kept fighting them, at what point would they decide that you weren't worth it anymore? That picking you had been a mistake? And what actions would they take to correct that mistake? Would they starve you, tear you to shreds and then toss the pieces out into the sun so you burned up completely?

What happens to vampires when they die?

After a moment of trying to find your voice, you spoke.

“Okay.”

The two were all over you in an instant.

Nobunaga moved closer so he could pull you into a kiss while Uvogin's hands went to your breasts, squeezing them through your shirt and making you whimper against Nobu's lips.

Uvogin must've been pleased by the noise because he squeezed again.

Nobu then pulled away from the kiss and tilted your head up, and then you felt his teeth against your neck. The bite wasn't hard and didn't even break the skin, but it was in the same area as the scars that were left behind from that first claiming bite from the carnival all those nights ago.

If you just hadn't gone out with your friends, you wouldn't be here.

….. Did Patty and Hollis still remember you?

You frowned as the thought came to mind. Your friends who had left you on your own that night, did they worry about what happened? Would they have been eaten up by the fact that they had left you and blame themselves for you being gone? Or had they gotten over you by now? Had it been long enough for them that they were okay with the fact that you no longer existed in their lives?

Did they even think you were still alive, or had they accepted that you were dead?

You tried to remember: just how long had it taken for you to feel like you were normal again after the death of your high school friend?

Those thoughts were interrupted when Nobunaga tugged off your shirt while Uvogin pulled out his hardened dick, and the larger man grabbed your hand and made you wrap your fingers around his length. You took the hint and ran your hand up and down his dick, squeezing every now and then. Uvo seemed happy with that and he tilted your neck to the side so he could copy what Nobu had done, giving you a light nip in the same spot where he'd bitten you originally. Meanwhile Nobu had pulled your bra out of the way so he could toy with your breasts, and when Uvogin pulled away from your neck, the black haired man leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You let out a whine when he did that, and the two of them seemed happier than every by your reaction.

That was better.

Keeping these two happy was better.

And as one of them pushed a hand down the front of your pants so they could gather up some of the wetness coming from your pussy, you repeated in your head some of the things Nobunaga had said to you earlier:

Just don't think about it.

It’ll get easier.

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[skyyletai]

how I love fanfiction, where the reader is a simple worker.

cashier, waitress, cleaner, consultant, etc. — I just love it.

I love to watch her talking, joking with her colleagues.

I love watching her serve customers.

I love watching her work hard.

because it's reality.

it is much easier for me to believe it, and it is also much easier to put myself in her place.

and I also really love that she doesn't even realize that one of her clients is a monster.

a monster that deserves a life sentence in the most horrible prison.

a monster covered in blood from head to toe.

a monster who so desperately wants to talk to her.<3

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