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Can we please appreciate that one JK x POC fanfic “Motorsport” had me losing my mind 😭

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Abusive!M!!Boyfriend x F!Reader

WARNING - Writing contains : Abuse / dub-noncon / cringe / violent scenarios / not pre-read💀

[ Love interest name : Zolan Harper ]

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That day, years back, She could still remember. It has to be one of the worst days of her life. She could still recall the smashed glass, splintered door, flipped table, holes in the wall.

Zolan was always known to have anger issues. He was known for being triggered by the smallest of things.

Of course. she didn’t see that side of him at first. In the beginning, he was sweet. Loving. Caring. He took her out to night dates and showed her off during the day.

The two met at a dinner gathering and met each other though a mutual friend, quickly getting along and slowly falling for each other.

It was like looking at a different person now. Zolan’s mother had told her about his anger problems, she seemed genuinely worried about her, fearing what her son could do if she trip the wrong wire.

Even with the warnings from Zolan’s family and friends, she also brushed it off. Making the assumption of, “I’m close to him, he wouldn’t do that.” But she couldn’t be more wrong.

Two years after being friends, She asked first. He agreed, returning the feelings. Their relationship was modestly respected by others and for the time being, they seemed like a normal happy couple. Smiling, dates, PDA. It really seemed like they had it all.

Until Zolan started to show a bit of his true colors. Making her block life long friends, going through her phone, constantly wanting to know where she was, what she’s doing, who’s she’s doing what with, where she’s going, not allowing her to go out with the girls.

Verbal restrictions turned into physical ones. Making her wear long sleeves and clothes to cover her completely in the boiling heat of summer. Restricting half of her makeup, only ever complimenting her when her hair was down. It really did seem like she was a new person.

No matter what he said, she had always assumed it was because he loved her. She had always told herself that what he says goes because she needs him. She loves him.

Time felt a blur as years passed. Verbalized control, then physical control and verbal and physical abuse started. What seemed like joking words turned into serious ones. If the v-neck to her shirt was way to short for his liking he’d make a horrible comment on it.

“Wearing that to attract men?”

*Always with a snarky smile. Words turned into playful shoves and hits and soon… she was covered in bruises.

He’d beat her, saying it was for her good and that she deserved this. It was her fault. She kept telling herself it was because he loved her. It was because he was showing her that she was in the wrong.

She was beaten for almost anything. And god forbid she accidentally look at another man around him. Her poor face would be iced for days.

One night, Zolan has taken it to a much more horrible step. Demanding sex from her, at first she refused, saying she was tired and hasn’t been to sleep yet. This only upset him further.

“Would you rather me fuck your best friend? I could get any kind of bitch I want but I asked you, so why be so difficult?”

*She felt like it was her job. She had to. She had no choice. After that night, It only gotten worst from there. He began cheating, lying, staying out for hours a night.

She finally had enough when she went through his phone while he was in the shower. Finding out he’d gotten another woman pregnant. That was it. Her final straw. She couldn’t take anymore. Standing, wiping her tears, she forced herself to pack. Shoving all her shit into a suitcase, he’d walked in on her, mid-packing.

“What are You Doing.”

No response. His eyes looked to his unlocked phone that lay on the bed. She found out.

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Should I make part 2 of the Donovan Soloto yan?

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Yan. Therapist x Reader

Tw: stalking / sexual themes / manipulation / obsession /

] love interest name : Donovan Soloto [

( Feminine pronouns )

It wasn’t like it’s always been there. With years of training, and school, and piles and piles of sheets with work on it. Was he really willing to risk it all for a woman, a woman with a child at that.

Where did it even start? How did it even start? What caused Donovan to become so- infatuated. To become so love sick and worried over the mere thought of this woman parting from his very office. The endless nights of his beating heart racing, the film of sweat casting over his toned and fluent body. His parted lips as he Mewls out the forbidden name. The name of his patient.

Donovan knows full well that relationships with patients are forbidden. A taboo to any other co-worker and or upper maintenance. Weekly, he would make sure his office was specifically to her liking. The temperature, the proximity of the chair she usually chooses to sit in, the pen that her eyes dart to whenever his intense gaze causes her strong demeanor to shake. Everything has to be to her liking.

When their appointment is started, he is sure to pay attention to more than just her usual job issues and dead beat father of her daughter, he would be sure to watch her body language. What words make her happy, what makes her feel uneasy.

Donovan never wanted their appointments to end, so why should they? He even went as far as to move her appointments to the last one of his day just so he can walk her out. Watching as she enters her car and pulls off, he would distantly follow her to her apartment. Sitting outside of the complex. A smile pulling at his lips, watching as you cook and clean for your little girl.

Flicking her gently in the nose and kissing her forehead whenever the small girl refused to eat her vegetables.

Her stubbornness taking after her mother.

Donovan made sure to take notes on what she liked and dislikes. He made sure to gather whatever information she would say about her daughter which was very little.

Once in his own home, in the darkness of his room, pictures of her, splayed across his desk. Pictures of her at the pool, at the store, in her car, at the park. He knew his obsession was getting out of hand, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was something he wanted.

He had money, he could provide for her and her daughter. Being the father figure she oh-so desired. Taking her out to her favorite places during the day and loving her like she deserves at night.

Donovan knew he couldn’t have any man getting in his way, and he also knew that if she stopped coming to therapy, then he wouldn’t be able to talk to her like he wants. So.. he slowly began chipping away at her. Feeding her bad advice, slowly getting her to lose her trust in everyone. His heart wanted to control her. To keep her under his wing and show her that all she needed is him.

He can provide, he can love, he can spoil her and her daughter. He was beyond confident with his words too. His gentle smile, and the way he effortlessly gave her the worst advice on purpose, it was all so easy. So smooth.

Donovan knew he would have her. He knew she wouldn’t see through his darkness, and it was only a matter of time before he’d get handsy with her.

#yandere #yandere x reader #she/her #poc #therapist #Yandere therapist #obessive love #forbidden love #x reader

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I’m back from my hiatus. Time for some remodeling.

#return #hiatus

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Obsessive!Hurt!Tomura Shigaraki + F!quirkless!reader

2/??

May 16 2032 - 9:43pm - Cloudy with light showers - low breeze

After you had patched him up and he looked like he wasn’t about to die, you decided to sit on the couch across from the male. You damn sure did not want to sit there unprotected knowing full well this world was full of villains and weirdos who use their quirks for the wrong reasons. You say on the couch for a bit before eventually falling asleep. You didn’t have work the next day but you were extremely tired. You though * ‘ Well maybe a small nap would be fine… ‘ *

Hours later, around 3:42 am, pained groaning and stirring woke you up. Startling you a bit due to the fact of the matter that you forgot you had taken in some random guy that was bloodied up and beating into your home. Flicking on the lamp, you could see the male sit up. His eyes tracing around the room before his blood red eyes fell on you. A ping of F.O.F poked right through your soul. Something about this guy seemed off. “ Hello? “ you called, his intense stare never drifted away from you yet he didn’t speak. “ Is he even looking at me? “ you whispered to yourself. Leaning to the side, his eyes followed you.

* ‘ AWL HELL NO. ‘ *

Your heart sunk a bit. Something about him, was it his aura? It was so dark and dreadful. The urge to grab the knife heightened. “Sir… you’re probably confused, I had found you beaten up pretty bad… did a villain do this to you?” You sat forward, moving to the edge of the cushion. Your hand reached to take his just to show you meant no harm. In a quick motion, the male had her hand in a tight grip. His ring finger hovering just above her skin, careful not to make contact with the soft dermis below it. Y/n was immediately alarmed. His grip was unimaginably strong with only 4 fingers at that. “ Who are you.. “ A strongest chill flew down your spine. His voice sounded so unexplainable yet soft.

“ My name is L/n F/n.. can you tell me your name? “ Your voice quivered slightly. You couldn’t hide it anymore. This man scared you. His tight grip on your hand made your heart pound. * “ God damnit, this is what fucking happens when your being strangers into your house. “ * The moment of silence was blown away by the man saying his name. “ Tomura Shigaraki. “ That name. It sounds familiar. Before you could think harder on it he spoke again. “ Are you experienced with medical aid..? “ He has a dead expression on his face. You hesitantly nodded your head.

A small smile eched onto his face as he let you go. The smile was gone as soon as it appeared and at that very moment your fate was sealed. He dug into his pockets and pulled out a card. Letting it fall onto the couch he was previously on. Looking down at you from the corner of his eyes. You were terrified, “ * The wounds the guy has are pretty serious. How is he able to move around still. * “ Turning towards you, he took the knife off the table next to you. You stared at him in horror. All five of his fingers made contact with the plastic of the handle and almost immediately the knife began to disintegrate into ash.

Your eyes widened as you imagined what would have happened to you if he had put all five fingers down. Why had he not put all of his fingers down? That quirk, the hair, the name, the wounds. Soon everything hit you all at once. Tomura Shigaraki… Class SSS villain…

( I think u can tell this one is rushed and not proof read 💀 )

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* “ Awe… fuck “ *

Obsessive!Hurt!Tomura Shigaraki + F!quirkless!reader

1 / ??

May 16 2032 - 5:43pm - Cloudy with light showers - low breeze

~ Y/n, her family is known for their outstanding cloud abilities. For example, her younger brother attends UA High School. His quirk is being able to create storms with the cloud like fog that seeps from his skin

He graduates from there soon. Very soon, and yet here you are. Working the secretary position. Running off of energy drinks and 4 hours of sleep. You get off soon and then you will be able to finally take a day off. You had convinced yourself to take a break, even if it was in the middle of the week.

Once those three hour’s passed, it was around 8, the sky had flipped over to the night sky and the bright and blinding sun as settled down, giving way to the waning crescent moon to thrive in the sky of small dots of stars. Collecting your belongings, you made your way out of the building. You didn’t really live all that far, which is why you chose this job. A mere 3-4 blocks away wasn’t bad. Plus, walking can help lose the tummy pudge you oh so hated. Well, it was a love hate relationship.

Walking down the city lit sidewalk, you noticed there were far less people walking around than usual. Closing in on your home, you hurriedly passed by alleys and garbage bins. About a block away you hard a crash, shaking you to the core and making you jolt upwards. There was silence, even the chirping of insects hushed as if they were an audience waiting to see what happens. A pained groan came from the alleyway and it sounded so helpless.

You couldn’t make up your mind on if you wanted to check it out or go home and call the police. ‘ Shit… they sound like they need medical attention… fuck it. ‘ You rushed down the alley. Looking around and squinting in the dim area to try and adjust your eyes to the worst lighting.

The front of your heel stepped on something rather squishy, feeling rather unsettled and nervous, Y/n quickly lifted up her shoe. Looking down and squinting into the darkness, a mess of pale blue hair was the first thing she saw. Looking further, the head then the torso. There was an entire man here.

* ‘ Awe… fuck. ‘ *

You kneeled down and shook his shoulder, quite roughly the first time. This was only to not waste any time if this person was hurt. Leaning down, you tried to listen to hear if he was breathing. In which he was but just barely. In a hurried and scared rush, you flung one of his harms over your shoulder, trying your best to carry the male but he was surprisingly heavy.

Grunting, you tried harder to lift him up using your legs this time. ‘ Agh! ‘ You finally lifted him up off the ground and began trudging your way to your front door. Once you arrived there, you slipped your keys from your back pocket. Slipping them to your fingers then into your dominant hands. Pushing the key into the hole and twisting multiple times just to make sure it was unlocked, you snatched the key out and twisted the door knob. Pushing the door open and hurrying inside, slamming it shut unintentionally strong with your foot, you took a deep breath before using the last of your strength to push him onto the couch. Sighing heavily, your chest heaved up and down slowly. Taking deep and long breaths, you got yourself together and looked at whoever this person was.

* ‘ Well… it is a he… I think. “ *

Looking in better light at the male, he wore a sleeveless skintight turtleneck with black cargo pants on, his feet were covered with thick black boots. His physique had explained why he was so heavy, no he was not overweight, he was just built. Slim but anyone could tell he had strength. “Alright, Y/n just… be careful. You just let a random man into your home… this is fucking crazy.” You spoke to yourself as you walked to the body, inspecting its injuries. It seems he had some scratches, some deep cuts and a gash on his torso, thus leaving blood to leak through his shirt. You rubber your forehead in a distressed manner.

* “ Alright… let’s get this over with. “ *

#Spotify #shigaraki tenko #bnha season 6 #anime #x reader #fanfiction #drabble #scenarios #reader insert

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~ 2020 flashback

🎤sawarasenai🥰kimi😸wa⛓shoujo👻na💅no?✨böKù🌸Wâ🧚ÿARiçHiñ🤴BįCChī😾ńO😩oSû🚣Dà🎉YO💦

(no I do not support the show it is only for nostalgia sake)

~Byebye coffecubz<3

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Rui x f!demon reader

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~{ Yandere Rui x female!demon reader}~

~{ So close to freedom yet one slip up and it’s snatched right beneath your feet.}~

Warning not proof read 🫀

Who could blame you? Between the openly lit path and the pounding in your chest you couldn’t tell which one was giving you more anxiety. Your so called family was out and about, doing whatever they deemed fit and here you were. Unattended and now gazing upon the path in which would set you free from this cage of a home.

Your legs felt like they would collapse with the way your body screamed that this was a bad idea. Your heart and brain was determined though. You forced your legs to move, your hearing becoming dimmed as nothing but the sight of the steepening mountain was in front of you.

Don’t get me wrong, Rui treated you well. In fact he treated you better then the others. He has always had a soft spot for you and you specifically. Just your curves and smile put him in a delightful mood. Everything from your perfections to your flaws was beautiful to him. So when he had heard from his younger brother that he had caught a glimpse of your body dashing down the mountain towards the exit he was livid.

A smile crossed your face as the bottom of the mountain was in sight. The air felt calm and blissful. It smelled of sweet honey suckles and dew from plants. Everything was going According to plan. Everything was in sight… until it was quickly ripped away from you when you heard the familiar twang.

Your mind went blank as the only thing you could see from the corner of your eye was a thread attaching itself to your ankle. Your heart sunk faster than any boat. Your chest felt heavy and tears immediately began to flood from your eyes. The single thread held you up in the air as you gently swung in the breeze of the night. Reaching up and sharpening your nails, you scratched and tore at the thread but it was like steel. It wouldn’t tear or break.

His footsteps grew closer and your chest tightened even more. Sweat was pouring down your entire body. You felt dirty and sticky. You were sure he was going to kill you. Once his foot steps were merely meters away, you screwed your eye lids shut. Everything was to much the anxiety of him getting closer made your heart show through your chest.

Soon the footsteps stoped right in front of you and you held your breath. A sharp pain in your cheek indicated that your punishment had started. The trickle of blood was warm and smelled heavily metallic. The cut healed a bit after but as soon as it did another deep cut was placed on your face, cries and screams erupted from your throat as your begged for mercy.

“Is this what you desire? Is this what you want, because if you leave this very mountain of security the humans and demons will only do worst out there! Your future is sealed with death if you leave this mountain!! If you leave my territory! If you leave me!” He screamed as the slashes only cut deeper and deeper, soon moving up to your chest then to your stomach and lastly your thighs. “Say it! Say you need my protection!” He slashed a deep cut into your stomach as you screamed and hollered in pain.

“Please forgive me!”

“Say you *need* my protection! Say you will never try to leave me again!” The crazy look in his eyes was nothing to mess with, you may have been a bit taller than him but you were nowhere as older or stronger than him. You soon stopped struggling and your body fell lip. The only sign of you still living was your whimpers and cries of pain. Again, he paused so you could heal, not wanting to get rid of you. “I- I won’t do it again. I need p-protection.” Your words were hiccuped by the sobbing. The thread slowly let your down onto the floor.

You looked up at him in horror, pushing away to create some space but that’s as a worthless effort because he only pulled you back to him. His clawed hand cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “Don’t ever do it again.”

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Dazai Osamu x chubbyblack!reader/ obsession/ Yandere/ somnophilia/ stalking / delusional Dazai / <3 enjoy~

It started off as an accident, an unintentional meet up. It was only for a mere 5-10 seconds of eye contact on that very roof in which you sat to watch the sunset, it was only for a mere 2 minutes in which you could feel the intensity of his eyes burning through your skull. It was only about 30 minutes in which you both sat atop that building. It was that very day his obsession grew. Following you home, watching you leave to work, lingering around whenever you went shopping, but his most favorite part of the day was when you finally laid down to sleep. Shutting your eyes and slowing your breathing to a rhythmic pattern that he could listen to for centuries.

His happy place was your room, in the dead of night, no matter the weather. Let it be thundering, raining, snowing, or even hotter than satan’s lair… he would be there. He would slip into your room as usual and adore your features. Sometimes his head would give him sick ideas of taking you right then and there. Of getting rid of anyone and everyone that could want or look for you. That day after those 10 seconds after those 2 minutes during the 30 minutes, your plush and chubby form managed to have him under lock and key. He claimed you for himself, he wanted to stay longer with you that day. The thought of you both falling from that very building made his heart flutter. The mere thought of dying together made him bite his lip in yearning. He promised himself he’d have you, one way or another he would keep you to himself.

No matter if you fought against him, screamed, cried. None of it would matter to him. As long as he could have you he would be fine. He’d be just ecstatic if he could selfishly lock you away and use you when he needed. Devouring you slowly, bit by bit until you both died. And he would be damned if anyone would get in the way of his perfect future. It couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it happen. Even if he had to force you to let it happen, he would do it. Because he knows you, he knows what you want and need. You were practically calling out for him that day. 2 months ago you were practically sitting on that roof waiting for someone to acknowledge your stunning beauty. And he so happened to be the one to notice.

#yandere #possesive love #trigger #dazai osamu #dazaixchubbyblack!reader #intrusive thot #stalker #stalking #dark love #BSD #bungo stray dogs x you #y/n #chubby #reader insert #delusional