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satubby · 2 months

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Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already– Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

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satubby · 4 months

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Important announcement!

My dear readers, for reasons of time and to finish my requests, I will currently close the inbox and I appreciate that you trust me with your ideas. I will be working on them for several weeks since due to my emotional problems, sometimes my brain shuts off and doesn't want to do anything. Thank you all but currently:

Request are CLOSED!!

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satubby · 5 months

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Incorrect quotes: Satoru a god of drama!

Gojo: Why don't you love me anymore? You've been ignoring my presence since we went shopping... Am I no longer attractive enough for you, my beautiful wife?

You: Gojo... I literally just want to be ALONE for some time!! Damn you are beautiful and the sexiest man/god I know... Well you are the only one, but my god! You just hit a fucking SUPERMARKET CASHIER!!

Gojo (Crying dramatically): But I was looking at you lustfully... And you're right! I am very beautiful.

You (twisting your eyes looking at the TV): Aha! and by looking at me lustfully... you mean making eye contact... BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT CUSTOMER SERVICE IS ALL ABOUT!! Ash Satoru, if you gave me a nickel for every time you wanted to kill someone out of jealousy, I'd be rich...

Gojo went to cry in the corner looking like the dramatic guy he is, so sighing you pulled your hair and heard him complaining.

Gojo (With crocodile tears in his six eyes): But you are mine!! No one can look at you or talk to you... You are my mochi, my wife—There, then! I better shut up.

You: Yeah, whatever... Promise you won't do it next time, okay? — You are immediately pulled down into a six-handed hug as many kisses filled your face. You blushed, avoiding looking at him.

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satubby · 5 months

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Hei! Thsi is my first time requesting, i hope this is how it goess..?? Can you please do Platonic Yandere Denji + Platonic Yan Aki w/ touchy reader? (hugs,clinging onto arm) etc. ^_^

[I am glad to hear! Of course, although I will make it a bit short because I still need to adapt well to Denji and Aki's personalities, I need to assimilate them to understand them]

Since you were a child you have been kind and stubborn, having to deal alone with problems beyond your age, it was when you met this child: He was dirty and ragged, he cried when his knee was scraped, from there he was your first of many helps you gave him. Thus began your friendship, you gave him food and love.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When they were children and he met you for the first time, Denji thought you were an angel fallen from heaven. He had never known kindness and affection from another person before. Since then he vowed to protect you from harm, so that you would never lose that warm smile. The one that made him feel so special, even though he sometimes got jealous when you gave the same smile to animals and acquaintances. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You used to feed him a lot, of that he wasn't wrong, you really were kind. Then when the pochita incident happened, he got depressed at first, he didn't know what his purpose was now until he saw you in the middle of the chaos…. You embraced him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Now that you are both demon hunters, Denji always makes sure to fight by your side on every mission. He couldn't bear to see you hurt. If he ever noticed you were in danger, he would instantly transform into Chainsaw Man to defend you, no matter what price he has to pay (We already saw how crazy he is to the point of enduring the pain of severed limbs or wounds). ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He loves the moments when you can rest together. He loves the way you stroke his hair when he is resting on your legs, he feels like a baby in your arms. He is comforted just by your presence. Sometimes he even falls asleep imagining the life they could have if the world wasn't plagued by demons, how Onee-san/Imouto would call you and you would congratulate him on graduating from school…. even though he has never gone. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He always watches you from afar to make sure you're okay. If he notices you're sad or stressed, he'll go out of his way to make you laugh again. He hates to see you suffer. His biggest motivation is to see you happy and protected, even as a small favor for teaching him the basics. Things like reading or writing his name, giving you love….

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢On nights when he has nightmares of the past (or pochita's death), he seeks refuge in your arms. He knows that with you he is safe and that his inner demons cannot reach him. You are his only home in this world where he is not seen as trash or something usable. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Denji would be very sad and worried if he noticed that you put your safety before his. Like all those times as a kid when you helped him hunt demons because he wanted to return the favor by making you money. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He would flatly refuse to let you participate in any mission that involves risk. He'd rather deal with demons by himself than see you in danger, if it's still mandatory for you to go, then he'll do everything for you. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If you try to protect him by risking your life, he may panic and get out of control. Only the sound of your voice would calm him down. He would spend sleepless nights thinking of ways to make you understand how vital you are to him. He can't bear the thought of losing the most important person. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢He may call out to you in agitation, teary-eyed, begging you not to act so recklessly anymore. Seeing you hurt is his worst nightmare. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢If the situation were extreme and you were at high risk, he would probably stand between you and danger even if it meant harming himself. He would a thousand times rather suffer himself than see you suffer.

Denji would give anything to ensure your well-being and protection. It is very difficult for him to see you deliberately put in danger for his sake. You are what he loves most.

When Aki passes away in front of his eyes, Denji's heart shatters. It is too much for him to bear so much pain.

But then he remembers that you still have light by his side. He runs to find you, knowing that only you can calm the hurricane inside him.

He finds you crying too for the loss of the friend, so he hugs you tightly as he lets out all his pain in a sea of tears. Gradually, as he feels your comforting caresses on his back, the sobs subside.

"I am no longer alone…you are here with me" Your presence is like a balm to his broken soul. You kiss his forehead repeatedly, Denji still inhaling that scent that means 'home' to him.

"Thank you…for never leaving me. You are my strength, Onee-chan." Denji knows that as long as he has you by his side, he can get through any adversity. You are his grounding cable.

When Power sacrifices herself, Denji returns to seek refuge in your arms. Despite the disgust he feels with himself, you embrace him with a motherly warmth.

"You are not weak…you are only human. And we humans feel, we suffer, and we rise again." Your words heal him inside as if they were balm. With you he feels understood.

Denji would give anything to protect that smile that saves him when he needs it most. You are his safe harbor, his reason to go on.

Since Aki has met you, you have shown nothing but friendship and kindness, even if he is initially reluctant to open up to you… Given his experiences in this bloody world where lives are lost.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always admires you as someone strong and trustworthy. Although he sees Himeno more as a superior, he sees you as a sister due to the proximity of your ages, he admires your leadership skills and your wisdom in difficult situations. After a hard day hunting demons, Aki finds comfort in your kitchen. You make sure he eats well, take care of him and Himeno. Food becomes a way to bond as a makeshift family. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢When Aki has nightmares about losing his family, you let him spend the night with you so he doesn't have to be alone. Waking up to your smiling face soothes him. Over time, the nightmares become less frequent. Aki picks up some of your best habits, like taking breaks and not overworking himself, as you warn him. He begins to take better care of himself thanks to your influence. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢You help Aki train and improve his sword skills. Fights with you push him to hone his skills, while providing him with a fun outlet for stress. Aki comes to see you as one of his most formidable opponents. On days off, you and Aki enjoy relaxing activities like going to the arcade or having picnics in the park. Simple pleasures help him feel like a normal young man again from time to time. Knowing that he can always count on your support gives Aki the courage to follow his path, even in his darkest hours, to the end. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki always feels more comforted and secure wrapped in your warm hugs after a stressful mission. He likes it when you wrap your arms around him protectively, especially if he was injured.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he would say even though deep down he knows it's a lie and can't see your silly face, yet he ignores that pain in favor of being comforted by your presence and care. He affectionately calls you "Imouto/Onee-san" or simply your name in a sigh of gratitude. These moments of tenderness make him feel that there is still goodness left in the world. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki tries to repay you for the great favor you do by feeding him and taking good care of him all this time. He gained culinary skills by watching you in the kitchen and now loves to cook for you, just to see your smile when you taste his dishes. "I hope you like it," he would say eager for your opinion. When he manages to surprise you with some special treat, he feels rewarded for hours of practice. He wants the chance to take care of you too, even if it's in the kitchen. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki sometimes gets a little jealous when you spend too much time with other people, as if they might steal you away from him. He knows it's ridiculous as he trusts you completely. But he can't help those possessive feelings for the one he considers his family. Try not to be obvious with his jealousy and trust that you will always come back to him, as you have done unconditionally so far. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢Aki's greatest fear is losing you too. If you are in danger, desperation overpowers him and he will do anything to save you even if he has to face you. "Don't risk yourself like this, please. I couldn't bear to see another loved one go," he would plead with tears in his eyes. You are too important for you to give your life for his. He will fight by your side but never at your expense.

The noise of the battle around us faded. All Aki could see was your pale face in his arms, your eyes narrowing as you struggled to breathe.

"No… please don't." He whispered through his tears. "Don't leave me too."

You took his hand in yours weakly, trying to smile. "I'm sorry… I made… a promise… to protect… all of you…"

"Don't say that!" shouted Aki, pressing your body against him. "You'll be fine, you'll see! Just… hold on, please"

You shook softly. "Take care… of the others… Ani/Otouto… Keep… fighting"

"Don't you dare die!" He sobbed, leaning down so that their foreheads touched, "You're the only good thing I have left…. I can't lose you to."

Your eyes slowly closed as you caressed his cheek. "I'll always… be… with you… Ani/Otouto"

With your last breath, Aki roared in pain to the sky. You lay motionless in his arms, a faint smile on your lips. From that moment on, a part of Aki died with you.

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satubby · 5 months

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◇Yandere Concept◇

•○ 《Ryu Shi-Oh》 ○•

『This is just my own concept but not the general and true view of the character as a yandere, although canonically he may or may not present these... behaviors』

〔Warning ⚠️: This may or may not contain Spoilers for the show in question, please do not read it if you have not yet seen the mentioned K-Drama. In addition, somewhat sensitive topics such as child abuse, drugs, mentions of sex and among others will be included.〕 Postscript: There may or may not be spelling errors, misplaced character pronouns (I'm dyslexic) so I'm sorry for the inconvenience because this was written at night and I was sleepy, and I'm not a fan of English, so this might be bad.

A puppet of the Russian mafia, Ryu Shi-oh is ruthless and unscrupulous. Depending on how you have met him, he will treat you differently. He would most like a Darling who is as lively, positive and almost like the protagonist of the K-drama where he comes from.

》☆ Obsession:

Ryu Shi-oh will take quite a while to trust you, since he has the police and other enemies after his head. However, if you're the gentle type (if you go all in with this yandere, it would be best for both of you), he'll see you as his emotional refuge, the only source of light in his dark life, though that doesn't mean it won't take a little effort for him to be open to you. Despite his yandere tendencies, he feels a desperate need to protect that vulnerable part of himself by sometimes seeming distant (or perhaps he is at first).

Once he is aware of his feelings for you, then things will change (not much but at least he won't always be on guard with you). You will see him as shy, loving (in his own strange way). Of course, he will be somewhat slow in his feelings but VERY loyal once he is sure of them.

》☆ Obsessive Control:

Russian mafia upbringing has instilled in him either consciously or unconsciously, a need for absolute control and even to the point of violence. Ryu Shi-o monitors every move you make (that's only in his facet of having just met you), from his daily interactions to his friendships. Since if it's at the beginning of getting to know you, he wants to make sure there are no betrayals or double-crosses on your part.

On the other hand, if you've known each other for a while, then his vigilance will be more about getting to know you in depth since he is somewhat clumsy in interactions (other than about his work or murder). He will know everything about you, even things you may not even remember. What kind of flowers you like, X item you've been lusting after and so on.

》☆ Dark Gifts:

To express his love, Ryu Shi-oh tends to give you expensive and luxurious things (When he is getting to know you they are more like decoys) But then he gives you things that you might like, as I mentioned in the previous post, but often these carry a hint of double interactions (He stressed, Ryu Shi-oh doesn't trust people much, he has traumas.... Someone get this man some therapy for god's sake!!!).

》☆ Intense Jealousy:

The thought of losing you arouses a fierce rage in Ryu Shi-o. He can become possessive and jealous, going to extreme lengths to keep you tied to his side. His traumatic past contributes to his constant fear of being abandoned or betrayed, he horribly hates lies (This is Canon by the way, he said so himself).

Since he grew up in a precarious and horrible environment, his concepts of love are null to say the least.... he doesn't know anything about the real meaning beyond what is written in books or Google. So when his jealousy is present, he usually lashes out in anger because he doesn't understand or know how to handle his emotions well, that's why he is always stoic and avoids emotional contact with others.

He thinks at the beginning that these emotions are a weakness (because of his upbringing obviously) so you will understand his attitudes and actions at the beginning.

Back to the scenario (depending on whether you work for him or otherwise were Nam Soon's sister, so to speak). However it was, before and after he met you until he gained your trust, his jealousy is powerful and terrifying.

For example, if you deny him or are somewhat alien to his feelings (ahem! Nam soon) then Ryu Shi-oh may or may not threaten those you hold dear or end up killing the subject of his jealousy if provoked enough.

He may or may not send you videos of it, who knows, he's a fucking mafia-bred man.

》☆ Demonstrations of Power:

As CEO of Doogu, Ryu Shi-oh uses his influence and resources to protect you from his enemies, though also to investigate you, but often does so ruthlessly. He uses his position to eliminate any perceived threat (whether real or not, as in the case of being jealous), regardless of the consequences.

When it comes to, for example, demonstrating how happy you could be (excluding that he is a mobster and has a front business for the real thing, drugs) he can afford a whole restaurant for just the two of you or go on trips when he is not busy.

Also when it comes to dealing with you, depending on whether or not you agree to go out with him, he will use his resources. Either way you will end up with him (if you don't want innocent people hurt).

》☆ Hidden Insecurities:

Despite his confident facade, Ryu Shi-o harbors deep insecurities. Fearful that the reader will discover his dark side, he struggles not to show his vulnerability. This can manifest in moments of emotional self-isolation. More common when they are getting to know each other, refusing to accept their emotions more as a passing interest.

When he already falls for you, he refuses to see you leave him for someone else (Or when you don't want more than a friendship) He clings to the feeling you give him or your kindness/courtesy. He has never felt the comfort you give him, you treat him as human and not the tool the Russians used.

》☆ Future plans:

Although his methods are questionable, Ryu Shi-oh looks for love in you. He sees in that relationship an opportunity to find peace and redemption for the sins of his past, even if his actions may be morally ambiguous. He really is a yandere who would give everything for you, though of course after fulfilling his goals.

Since he has experimented on himself, his strength is inhuman and that may or may not lead to use on special occasions... special occasions. Going back to his plans with you,if you behave just by staying out of it, you will have a dream life.... On the other hand, if you are a treacherous liar like Nam Soon (Ryu's own words) Even if he loves and cherishes you, he won't go easy on you.

He will first take it out on your loved ones, then ruining your life until everyone forgets you even exist.... Only then he can stop being angry with you, he is cynical about it.

He will tell you: "But Honey! You did that to yourself... You shouldn't have betrayed me, I gave you everything, I trusted you with my secrets and you were a spoiled whore..... Accept the consequences, only then can we forgive each other."

》☆ Violence as a last resort:

Although he doesn't hesitate to resort to violence towards his subordinates (regarding the real drug business) He never uses it with you as he doesn't want you to see him as someone bad, he tries to keep it as a last resort (We already gave vast examples of which situations can lead him to that) The contradiction between his desire to protect and his ability to be brutal reflects the complexity of his character.

You will always see him as the suave and polite gentleman although distant in his interactions, but as you get to know him better he is just someone traumatized and hurt by his past (He doesn't justify his current actions but he explains why) He never touches a hair on your head if you treat him well (Ryu Shi-oh has the philosophy that his enemies he treats harshly and his allies worse or something similar, what do I know I am just a brat of 18 years old).

》☆ NSFW

》☆ This will be short, but having sex with Ryu Shi-oh is the most sensual thing you could imagine. I won't add much because I need to learn more about the character, well he likes to bite and scratch. He will be slow and very gentle with you when starting this, but when he gets excited like every man he loses his mind and you may or may not end up with whippings or broken bones given his superior strength (literally).

》☆ Ryu loves when you suck his cock or his neck, his favorite parts of your body are those where he can squeeze (female breasts or buttocks). He likes to suck your breasts and play with your neck. His cock is introduced slowly so when you are ready, he gives you everything he has.

》☆ In the end, you will end up tired but satisfied (Unless you have done wrong and Ryu is angry when making love, there it is not smooth and he could even take it out on you due to his jealousy) Afterwards, the care he gives you is soft and sensual, always apologizing for breaking some bones.

In general, having a yandere like him can be a double-edged sword. Ryu Shi-oh can be so kind or cruel depending on your reactions and treatment towards him. It's like swimming on nails, you have to watch where you're going or you'll end up getting hurt.

This is all independent of the K-drama "Nam soon Super Strong Girl" since it is merely my interpretation of this beautiful villain who, from my perspective, didn't deserve so much pain even though he brought it on himself in the end.

[For those anons who asked me for something, I promise that as soon as I get my ideas together I will start writing because I am a mess at this. I could barely do anything right with this yandere concept.]

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satubby · 5 months

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hi!! what fandoms do you write for? is it only jjk and csm?

HELLO ANON!! Well, I write for them mainly, but at the beginning of my profile you can see which fandoms I manage (my favorites, so to speak). I'm more casual about it, but I can write for those fandoms listed and I also plan to write for K-dramas that I've seen and like. or Manhwas (I watch more of these than the anime. I read more or less manga) If that answers your question, yup, I'm open to the fandoms that are in my main catalog. *Kisses they forehead* Thanks for asking!! I really appreciate it, I am open to writing for you although I mainly publish my own poop (I mean very xd ideas that occur to me)

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satubby · 5 months

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UR MALE MAKIMA WRITINGS ARE SOOOO GOODDD

OH REALLY!?? THANK YOU *Screams in needy bitch mode* No but seriously, hahaha thanks, that's good to know... I thought no one liked it, I feel mediocre compared to my fanfic idols that I follow. Xd well I'll continue like this then!

(Please I need requests xd, ask and I will answer hahaha seriously I'm crazy I need anons)

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satubby · 6 months

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Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

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••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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satubby · 6 months

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Hello! How are you? if you still place orders I hope you can attend to mine. I confess that your male Makima writings drive me crazy, so if you don't mind, here I have another request for you and I hope it's not wierd. Could you make a scenario that the reader moved away from everyone for a while and stayed out of everyone's sight, and after a few months she returns and they find out that he had a daughter? (Makime is the father) and he finds out that the girl is his daughter? I hope my request doesn't bother you and I really wish you could attend to it. I hope you have a good day and stay healthy!

[Hello sweetie! Thanks for entrusting me with these requests, sorry to keep you waiting but I took my months off and started working, that's why I didn't answer my inbox. Here you go, it's like a little One shot/scenario].

You find yourself in the bathroom, bent over the toilet as waves of nausea seem to drag your consciousness down. The bitter taste in your mouth and the rapid beating of your heart take you back to the murky memory of your encounter with Makime at the bar. Although days have passed since then, the images are still tattooed in your mind, like fresh scars that refuse to fade.

"Why, no, this can't be happening to me? Fuck," you mutter between sobs, feeling a lump in your throat as tears begin to mix with the sensation of vomiting. A sarcastic joke about the irony of life crosses your mind, a kind of bitter self-reflection that only you can understand.

The muffled voices of your friends reach you from the other side of the door, but you barely manage to pay attention to them. Aki, Denji and Powa try to be supportive, but the sense of isolation is stronger than ever. Makime's cold presence, clinging to your thoughts like a shadow, plunges you into a spiral of self-loathing and despair. So much effort you put into getting away from him, but it only seems to motivate him to stalk.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been in the bathroom for half an hour and Powa keeps nagging me about coming in….. (Y/N), you know I'm worried about you," Aki asks with genuine concern in his voice. You can feel her palpable anxiety, as if she shares your torments in the distance. His words offer you a glimmer of clarity amidst the darkness, but they also make you feel even more vulnerable and pathetic. You don't think you're brave enough to face them, not after your betrayal, or at least you feel that way.

"No, I'm… fine, ugh," you say in a halting voice, fighting the lump in your throat as your tears mix with the cold sweat on your face. You clutch the toilet tightly, reality becoming a blur as another access of vomit shakes you. In the midst of this painful moment, memories of Makime reclaiming what shouldn't have been hers, assault you cruelly, causing your tears to fall silently as you once again feel stripped of your self-control and power over your actions, you feel dirty and disgusted… Sleeping with the demon, giving in to his dirty, sin-filled words. That you cannot forgive yourself.

Carefully and shaky-legged, you pull yourself away from the toilet, the cold of the bathroom clinging to your damp skin from the sweat of overexertion. You stand up, but your body feels weak, as if nausea has stolen all your energy. You look in the mirror, your reflection seems strange, almost unrecognizable, or was it the tears from so much crying? Your face is pale, with the traces of tears and effort marked on it. You stare at yourself, lost in thought as doubts and fears gather like stormy clouds.

What will your friends say when they realize what is happening? You know deep down, how disappointed they would be or maybe you always jump to conclusions without asking first. You haven't had your period for weeks, so you know the only reason for it could be… pregnancy. But you didn't want this child, as guilty as you feel, you also didn't want to be a murderer of your own unwanted child. Maybe… Should you hide this unexpected pregnancy or make a more radical decision? The thought of hiding it or even aborting it haunts you, but you know you can't help but think about it.

Your mind wanders down the dark alleys of your fears-how will Makime react if he finds out? The very thought of his cold stare and cutting words makes you shudder or worse, to see his look filled with mocking satisfaction at your defeat carrying his child inside. And then there is the damage you could cause yourself if you decide to abort, both physically and emotionally, you don't think you are capable of enduring those horrors, but you know well that in this universe full of maniacs, blood is the daily bread… That's why you hated Makime, that bastard who would destroy the dreams of others and especially Denji.

But apparently now it's more fun to annoy you, to threaten to kill them… You don't even understand what's so attractive about you that the greatest enemy in this world would notice you.

But your thoughts are interrupted when, in a nervous gesture, you bite into your own flesh. The momentary pain jolts you out of your mental spiral, and that's when you really look at your reflection. Your face is blotchy, a mixture of tears and sweat, and your expression is a chaos of despair and confusion.

The truth hits you hard: you feel caught in a whirlwind of emotions, with no clear path to follow. You realize that every decision you make will carry with it dark and heartbreaking consequences. And as you keep looking at your own reflection, you feel the crushing sensation that you are trapped in a game you didn't ask to be a part of, even though you are aware of your actions that also led you to this… You thought you could handle it by taking this job, but you are not sure at this point.

You sigh with exhaustion, a mixture of physical and mental exhaustion. You ruffle your messy hair with your hands, as if trying to push the shadows out of your mind, even though you know that's impossible. The decision to take a bath seems like a respite in the midst of the emotional storm that engulfs you. Stripping off your clothes is a mechanical act, as if you want to free yourself from the worries that oppress you, free yourself from this feeling of lustful filth even though it has been weeks since… Your first time in this body, stolen and swallowed by the devil of control.

The warm water from the shower falls on you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and let your thoughts be swept away by the stream. Slowly, you feel the mist of steam and the sound of water fill your senses, muffling the tumultuous voices in your mind.

Unnoticed, time passes in the blink of an eye, and you find peace in the simple action of feeling the water run over your skin, as if those drops of water are washing you clean of your sins. But when you finally turn off the water and step out of the shower, the thoughts return with renewed force, like angry waves lapping against the shore.

Maybe it's the monotony in your gaze or the fact that you're in such a mess between thoughts that you finally realize you're in your room, sitting up in bed. You stare into the void, your eyes swollen and your fingers hurt by the anxiety you have failed to control by biting your nails hard. Moments of relief dissolve into the raw and painful reality you face. Your mind turns again to Makime, her twisted personality or her unpredictable actions that make you so uncomfortable, you don't want to accept it, but a part of you enjoys it.

You try to map out a plan in your head, but every possibility seems to carry with it an abyss of consequences. would Makime ignore your situation? Fuck that's such a stupid thought, knowing him you know he wouldn't, always looking at you like he's the hunter and maybe he is. Could he force you to go through with this pregnancy you don't want? Your throat tightens with fear and uncertainty, a feeling you can't choke down.

You bite the end of the towel wrapped around your head, as if it might somehow take away the stress of the dark thoughts that crowd in. You keep looking for a way out, a spark of hope in the midst of this overwhelming anxiety that invades you, you have always been like this, insecure though trying.

The sound of the door being slammed abruptly breaks the silence of the room, snapping you out of your jumbled thoughts. Powa, with his thunderous energy and imperative attitude, bursts into the room like a flurry of chaos. He informs you, in his characteristic shouting tone, that Aki has already served dinner and everyone is waiting for you at the table. Though with your fog of thoughts carried away from the questions, you barely give a nod with your eyes lost in nothingness.

His words ring in your ears as you look up, meeting Powa's rambunctious figure. The blood possessed one seems more playful and noisy than ever, ready to drag you away from the pensive trance you were in. It moves into your field of vision crouching down to you, doing its best to get your attention and pull you out of that darkness.

"Looks like someone got lost in your world again," Powa comments, a hint of mockery in his voice as he smiles, showing those shark teeth that seem to be his trademark. His words sound like an invitation to leave your worries behind and join the present.

His defiant smile and mischievous child's attitude wrench a response from you. You come out of your trance, your face lights up with a nervous smile, aware that Powa might notice your worries, which you don't want him to, so you smile at him trying to draw his attention away from you. You hope that this momentary distraction will keep the rambunctious demon away and offer you a respite from the emotional storm in which you find yourself mired.

You leave the guest room that Aki had lent you, you didn't want to think about Rintarou either, what would you say to him? You don't think you're capable of anything. Your eyes fall on the trio of men occupying the kitchen. Aki is concentrating on cooking with his usual grace, while Denji and Powa argue animatedly over the vegetables that none of them seem willing to eat.

As you watch the scene, a momentary relief washes over you. The comfort of being with them, even in the midst of your anxieties, makes you feel that perhaps you can find temporary refuge… But you know the fate that awaits the three of them, it only makes you feel worse about your apparent betrayal. However, the fear of breaking that tranquility persists, holding you back in your intentions to share your worries.

Denji stops fighting with Powa and fixed his eyes at you, greeting you with an enthusiastic "Good morning, (Y/N)!" Your smile forms automatically, as if his greeting manages to momentarily dispel your gloomy thoughts.

You gather at the table, sharing your meal and chatting naturally. Aki, always attentive, asks you if everything is all right. You nod silently, not wanting to delve into your own internal struggles, not whether you wanted to bring back those horrible memories of Makime violating your privacy or this pregnancy of yours. Denji, with his characteristic intuition, comments that you seem quieter than usual, which he finds strange since you are usually the more playful one in these situations.

You stop eating for a moment, laughing nervously at his observation. "Really? S-sorry, I didn't notice," you reply trying to deflect, knowing that you don't want your world of worries to overshadow the moment you share with them.

Again, like a blur, everyone is already dressed in their uniforms, including you. You leave the apartment ready to face the day. You walk with the trio to work, your finger finds its way into your mouth, biting it anxiously once again. You wonder if the bulge in your belly will be noticeable after several months, if the stares of those around you will discover your secret. Makime is a constant weight in your thoughts, wondering what he will say once he sets eyes on you.

Every time you meet, you always feel vulnerable and nervous no matter how much you want to cover up that feeling.

As you move forward with your friends, you feel a mixture of nervousness, disgust and fear. But again, you swallow all your feelings.

The quartet advances towards the public security offices, each step you take carrying with it a load of nervousness that is reflected in your finger, which keeps getting bitten until it bleeds. The thought of facing Makime in the office torments you, and your mind races to what might happen if the devil control detects your nerves which you don't try very hard to conceal either.

The offices lie before you, and you feel as if each step brings you a little closer to the abyss of your worries. You know that when they work, they need to request the file of the next mission from Makime, and the mere idea of crossing words with him fills you with those thoughts. What will he say if he finds out about your pregnancy? You always come back to that question and fear his dirty words as possessive attached to the weight of his penetrating gaze.

Finally, you find yourself alongside the trio as they enter the offices. Aki leads the way, and you stay behind him, almost as if afraid to cross the threshold of the door. You can feel Makime's eyes on you, like needles piercing your skin. But for now, the red-haired man says nothing, he just listens and dictates the orders for the day.

Your mind clouds with a mixture of fear and resignation, as you try to keep your composure by not letting your worries overpower you. As Aki and the others dive into the discussion, your thoughts turn to Makime, how to deal with this dangerous game of appearances and secrets.

As Aki withdraws, you feel the urge to follow him, as if his presence might offer you a refuge in the midst of this awkward situation. But your plans vanish when Makime intervenes, requesting that everyone leave the office except you. His request causes your nerves to intensify, and you feel a strange sense of vulnerability pressing down on you.

Aki casts you a look of concern and comfort before closing the door behind him. The dull click of the lock adds extra weight to the already tense atmosphere in the room. You find yourself alone with Makime, and discomfort seems to fill every corner.

Makime slowly approaches you, his sly gaze and soft words forming a trap that you feel yourself sinking into. The redhead's closeness only intensifies the tightness in your chest, as if you're trapped in his magnetic orbit until you feel it… your back against his chest. You don't want to look into his predatory eyes.

"It saddens me that you are ignoring me, and I thought you had already accepted me. You know I would never hurt you or do anything you don't want, for example… Your moans that night, so soft and innocent."

His words, though laden with false comfort, only leave you more anxious. Your mind whirls as you try to decipher words with which to attack. You feel the tension in the air, a mixture of fear and obedience that keeps you on edge.

Makime's amused smile triggers a shiver down your spine. You know he can smell your fear, and that only adds to your unease. Suddenly, he takes your nibbled hand in a gesture that seems too intimate, too invasive. He scolds you for your behavior, treating it as a childish prank, as if this whole game is simply that: a game for his own twisted amusement.

"Tch! But what a mess you made… You know I'm not stupid, but we won't ask questions, okay? Let me help you with that."

The feel of his fingers around yours makes you feel trapped, and you realize that you are in a dangerous position when he runs his tongue over your badly moderated wounded fingers.

As his presence dominates the room, your thoughts become increasingly suffocating, as if you are caught in a net from which you do not know how to escape.

Makime advances with sly complacency, his falsely friendly smile is like a hook in the murky water of the situation, as he continues to play with his mouth… Oh! That beautiful, stupid, voracious mouth.

"You don't need to get so uptight, (Y/N)," he murmurs with a softness that contrasts with the storm you feel in his gaze clouded with dark thoughts. "You know I'm always here to listen if you have any problems."

Your eyes roll quickly avoiding looking at him again, desperately trying to divert the conversation away from the dangerous waters. "Oh, it's nothing, Makime. I'm just… a little tired lately," you reply in a shaky voice, aware that every word out of your mouth can be a double-edged sword in this game of yours.

Makime moves even closer, his proximity suffocating. "Tired, huh?" he muses, his tone laden with irony. "It can be overwhelming work being a demon hunter, I won't deny you that. However, you should take it easy, sometimes those emotions can lead you down…deadly…routes."

Your mind races through the possibilities behind the meaning in his words, but before you can articulate a response, he takes the initiative once again. "Haven't you noticed how your fingers are hurt?" he asks with a tone that oscillates between concern and mockery, it is obvious that the question is unnecessary in this situation.

His eyes are riveted on the hand he's still holding, as if he's analyzing every little detail of you, how his saliva is still on your wounds. Fuck how he wants to lick your sweet skin again, that addictive blood.

You stumble over your own words, diverting his attention back to you. "Oh, it's no big deal, I'm just a little nervous from the stress of work. I nibble my fingers without realizing it, sorry," you say, trying to sketch a smile that hides your true feelings. "I wouldn't want to bother you with nonsense like this."

Makime laughs softly, a laugh that makes you feel as if you're caught in a net of his design. "Nonsense, you say. But you know, (Y/N), sometimes things we consider small reveal a lot about us." His eyes sparkle with a mischievous spark as he continues, "We must learn to control ourselves, don't you think?"

You feel caught up in his devious game, a conversation that seems harmless on the surface but carries with it a subtle venom. His every word seems like a carefully crafted trap, and as you struggle to maintain your composure, you realize that you are dancing on the edge of manipulation and deception.

Makime continues his game, like a cat toying with its prey before finally attacking. His piercing eyes search yours, as if he is trying to read every thought that passes through your mind. "Sometimes, it's important to talk about our worries," he comments, his voice soft as the scrape of a sharp knife. "If you have something on your mind, (Y/N), don't hesitate to tell me. I don't want you to feel alone in this."

You feel the weight of his words like an anvil on your chest. You want to speak, desperately want to free yourself from the anguish that surrounds you, but the thought of confiding in Makime, of revealing your intimate thoughts to him, fills you with an almost paralyzing fear. His true intentions are hidden behind that mask of kindness, and you can't help but wonder if this is simply another game on his part. You don't want to be controlled by him, though at this point your lustful side wonders if you could withstand the temptation.

"Thank you, Makime," you reply, trying to remain calm, though your words tremble slightly. "I'll keep that in mind. For now, I'm just… trying to manage my own insecurities."

Makime's sly smile widens slightly, as if he's enjoying your discomfort. "Insecurities, huh? We all have our internal struggles, (Y/N), but you shouldn't be carrying all that weight alone." He takes a step closer, his presence feeling more intimidating than ever, his hand squeezing yours. "Remember, we're on the same team."

Your mind twists with conflicting thoughts, the desire to trust fighting against the fear of falling into his trap. His every word seems like a rope squeezing your throat, a rope that threatens to choke any truth you may be about to reveal. You realize you are in a dangerous game, one where every move can be fatal.

"Ahh! Anyway, I don't want to delay your work. I hope you have a desirable performance this week, don't get distracted yes?" Makime's eyes keep searching for some chink in your armor, looking you in the eye as you struggle to stand your ground, you realize that every word you choose could be the final nail in your own coffin.

"Y-yeah, well I'm out" You could hardly think straight and more so when he ended up kissing the back of your hand.

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satubby · 6 months

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Hey Lolita! So this randomly came up in my head but…hear me out….yandere platonic mafia father jungkook headcanons👀

Oop- yes… I love

YANDERE MAFIA LEADER JUNGKOOK X FEM READER

-he’s a man of business, he knows what he’s doing and when he’s doing it, it truly is that simple, so based upon that fact, I think he would meet you caught in the crossfire of his “business”, maybe you were just a schoolgirl walking through the shortcut through the alleyway when you happened to run across a few disturbing situations. It wouldn’t be until after he’d completed “taking out the trash” that he would notice your staring firm, too scared to manage to run away, a deer caught in the headlights.

-usually his reaction would be to instantly pull out his gun and plant a bullet in between said persons eyes, but there was something in him that just made him hesitate, you were just so… small, helpless, compared to him at least. The fearful look in your eyes as they connected with his own just furthered the sudden feeling that crashed over him. What was a little thing like you doing walking down a dark alleyway? You weren’t safe out here, especially with his underlines roaming around. So he showed the only sliver of mercy he had, recently unlocked inside of him, he just couldn’t hurt you, no way in hell he was going to let someone else.

“Get outta here kid, just turn around, you never saw anything”

- and so you did. But imagine the fear you felt the next day when he was waiting in front of your school, dressed in a black suit, waiting for you. He talked to you for a moment, pretending as if he didn’t care, while simultaneously asking if you were alright, and if anyone had hurt you yesterday. This just became a normal occurrence, people staring as the 6,4 man cand down to check any bare skin for bruises or cuts, asking about your day, if someone had messed with you, anything.

-he shows up everywhere for no apparent reason, is mcuh that you’ve just grown to ignore him when he doesn’t approach you. Little gifts will show up at your door, creepy as hell, but gifts all the same. He’s literally stalking you, using the excuse of “she isn’t safe without me”. Around you hes jsut this ball of sunshine, happily being your friend, smiling, ignoring the weird stared he gets, just being the lovable man that only you would know.

-it lasted for a month before he ran a full scan on you, digging up anything he could find. Your address, your past, your full name, your age, your parents names and family. It was jsut luke a rabbit hole, he didn’t even know that he was asking for everything about you, it started out as “what’s her full name”, and jsut tumbled into personal questions. It’s as you, little you who doenst deserve to live in this cruel world, you’d wielded your way into his heart without even trying. Then he learned the sad fact that managed to hurt you every day.

-you were an orphan, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t found it out sooner, it made a spark in him that he hadn’t known could exist, he’d never had the ambition of being a father, the thought alone used to make him cringe, as he learned as a child what true value in life was, power and money. You were the only exception, you never tried to take advantage of his money, being that he drove up in a black Ferrari every day to your school, wearing some designer suit, you either ignored the fact he was rich, or were to oblivious to know, but you had so many chances to steal from him, lie, cheat, or manipulate your way into his finds, yet you didn’t. You didn’t follow the rules, the rules bent and followed you.

-it was a sad thought for him, that you never had a chance to have that love and affection taht a parent should give, he’d missed out in that to, and look where he is, sitting on a pile of corpses and money. But he was strong, you were fragile, you would break after enough pressure, you couldn’t last like he did, you were too little, too oblivious to last in such a cruel world. You never had parents, don’t worry though, now you do.

He’ll save you.

Kidnapping:

-you were comfortable with him enough to let him walk you to your street, it was naive of you, to trust a man you’d seen kill, just another reason for him to feel protective. You trusted him, you would let him hold your bag, or grab your hand while walking across the street, the attention felt nice. You wouldn’t expect him to pull you into his car, tie your hand to the seat, and drive away.

-he mainly does this in the event that his enemies realize that he’s made a little friend with a helpless girl, you’d have a target on your head, you’d have stalkers, you’d have assassins, you’d have many bad people trying to hurt you, his daughter, his little dove, and he wouldn’t have that.

-as you could guess, he’s done quite the bit of kidnapping in his earlier days when he didn’t have anyone to do it for him, so he knows what he’s doing, he knows how much to use, he knows how long it’ll take, he knows how too mcuh could harm you. He’ll pull over to a secluded green belt area, pulling you out of the car, taking advantage of your different sizes. quickly slipping the silk cloth Over your mouth, holding it there for five minutes, rocking back and forth to calm you down like a baby, until you’ve slumped into his arms, unconsciously nuzzling closer to his chest while he carries you back to the car.

Treatment:

-he is reasonable enough to know your limits, sure, he might exaggerate them a bit, but he knows what you can and can’t do. So expect his overprotective ness to come in full whenever you try to be reckless. He plays the role of father, or tries to at least, he jsut goes off what his Brain tells him, as he doesn’t have a father to use as an example. He sees you as some little child who has no reason or intellect, you clearly don’t, as you trusted him, the man you’d seen kill someone, after a month. He kindof fools himself into believing that you need him.

-he’s the easiest, yet the hardest to deal with. As he doenst take any moments to hear your opinions about your relationship with him, but he also just wants what he thinks is best for you (keyword, what HE thinks). Pretty much what I’m saying, as that when it comes to you, he’s very indecisive, there isn’t any logical steps to get you to trust him, there isn’t a handbook, there isn’t something to reference, it’s just him, so it’s a whole lot of him going overboard and forbidding you to do simple things.

-you aren’t necessarily “forced” to come out of your shell, it will just come naturally at some point, after being with the same person, you do get kindof tired of not talking, even if you’re antisocial, at some point you’ll just have to stop ignoring him, or crying when he touches you. Of course maybe with a few coaxing threats towards your friends, but you do. It’s just a whole lot of him scolding you for trying to do something that “you aren’t capable of handling”, like, per say, jumping out a window.

nicknames: dove, hon, kid, boo, bunny

-I feel like he’s just passively coddling you, he knows luxury, and you don’t, so he’s happy to show you the world you never knew existed. Your size difference comes in handy, for him at least, whenever you fight, or run, he can just scoop you up with one arm and carry you off, simple as that.

-you don’t have to do anything, like seriously, he’s helping you do everything, showering, dressing, eating, and when he’s not home, he’s having his trusted associates do it. All you have to do is sit back and cooperate, and if you don’t cooperate, it’s just a little lecture, and a pat on the head for you, it’s liek you can do wrong, and it annoys you that nothing gets under his skin.

-he’s made of money, he would buy you a whole country without making a dent in his bank account, he buys you the most adorable clothing, things he finds fitting for your childlike innocence, it’s what a good daddy would do! So expect a whole lot of new additions to your wardrobe. Lots of different colored clothing, his favorite is red, so you’ll definintly see some peaches and reds here and there, or your favorite color clothes, frilly items that he thinks are just adorable. Try to deny it and say he’s spending too much money on you? You’ll receive one of those bunny smiles, and told that it’s none of your concern, and that you shouldn ’t worry.

-it’s almost out of character how doting he is, it just comes naturally, the cute little cooes that make you blush, the cuddles, this man is touch starved, and I mean TOUCH STARVED, he is a mafia leader, he wouldn’t be seen hugging someone. But no one is even allowed to see you, let aing stand int he same room as you, so expect the supposedly tough mafia leader to just transform into a cuddly stuffed animal for you.

Punishment:

-this man knows punishment, he’s felt it before, cruel, harsh punishment, and as I said before, he knows that shouldn’t be an example for you, he won’t take any knowledge that his parents, or his teachers, drilled into his head. “The weak deserved to be crushed, and the strong do the crushing”. He WOULD NEVER impose those sick ideals upon such a pure, innocent mind like yours. That would, number one, ruin you, and number two, make you even More fearful of him, which he severely does not want.

-it’s simple, you just slowly lose priveledges he’s given you, until you’ve learned to be good for him, and let him take care of you. Like say you yell at him to let you go, he’ll just take away the books in your room, try to jump out the window? You won’t be sleeping by yourself anymore, you’ll be sleeping with him, in his bed, cuddled up to him. Just refuse to talk to him? Boo, we’ve done this before, he’ll take away anything keeping you entertained, eventually you’ll just quit fighting, as you’re literally bored out of your mind.

-it’s either that, or he’ll tell you he killed one of your friends, for every time you act out, it’s an easy task for him, a quick message sent to his subordinates can sure as hell kill a few kids. Your kid if forced to get over your pity party, fearing for both your own life, and others lives.

Cuddles:

-who would of thought, that the owner of THE top mafia int he entire world, the man who squashes his rivals like fruit flys, the guy who won’t be beat, loves cuddling his middle school daughter. No one, no one would have thought it, but it’s very true.

-being a fully grown adult, and you a pre teen, I’ve mentioned before the height difference, which works for him, because he doenst like being the little spoon, so it’s a win there. He’s a pretty classics guy, so spooning is in the game.

-also, he will snatch you up at any given moment to hood you, he’s a big fan of when you sit in his lap, it makes him be able to feel your warmth fully. He’ll rock back and forth ont he rocking chair with you cradled in his lap, glaring at his guards when they so much as look your way.

-cuddling sessions last many, many hours. I don’t make the rules.

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satubby · 7 months

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Damn now I'm more depressed

I don't know how true it is but I'm screwed, now I hate Sukuna more and especially GEGE, for my sake they should all rot... I know that others don't think so much but Satoru Gojo is my husbando from 4 years ago , I don't want to live knowing that he is dead in canon. Now I understand Nanamilovers, it hurts A LOT...rest in peace my love

I will be making scenarios of him as a god to take away this anger and sadness, I love all my followers...

#gojo satoru #Death gojo #gojo satoru x reader #my blog #depressing shit #emotional breakdown #anime

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satubby · 8 months

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Yay!! Finally another chapter :,D

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫 [2nd part]: Where the melody is lost, another is reborn

Note:

Thank you very much to those who have waited for this ugly thing, my mind is not good at doing these things so sorry if it took me almost 2 years to bring this, but I had SO many personal problems that I honestly don't have time for my Tumblr. Also, as I said, it's a hobby and lately I don't feel like doing anything, I took advantage of the fact that I was inspired.... enjoy I guess :P

Warnings⚠️:

Domestic abuse, mentions of physical violence and— uh... Character deaths (non-protagonist) There may or may not be inconsistencies or misspellings/pronouns, apologies to readers if that happens.

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Tufts of hair rippled in the soft, cool breeze of the garden. The tiny, slightly bruised hands of the barely four-year-old girl tried to catch an elusive butterfly. Her clothes, simple and a bit worn for someone her age, did not diminish the curiosity that drove her to explore beyond the restrictions imposed by her absent mother. The Duchessess had asked her never to go out without her supervision, but the inquisitive nature of children was stronger than any warning.

To the little girl's eyes, the garden of the mansion, now abandoned and overgrown with vines, seemed like a magical world. A soft scent emanated from the flowers, even though they had withered with time. The tall trees were like silent guardians, their leaves whispering stories of the past in the breeze.

The butterfly, delicate and ephemeral, was the child's guide in an ethereal dance. Each flutter of its wings was a ray of hope in the midst of the melancholy that surrounded the mansion. The sweet little girl could not help but chase after this ray of fleeting beauty, despite her mother's warnings.

While the little girl was clumsily climbing a tree in pursuit of the butterfly that seemed to mock her innocent determination, her mother had come in from her 'homework'. Her eyes, which had been silently watching from a discreet distance, had finally come to rest on her daughter. A smile, both loving and stern, lit up her face, revealing the inner struggle that she, too, was facing.

(Y/N), her small hands gripping the rough bark of the tree, realized that she had been discovered. Words of rebuke were on her mother's lips as she finally decided to climb down from the tree, but before she could speak, her daughter looked up with innocent eyes and a loving heart.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," she murmured (Y/N) in a soft voice. Her confession was filled with an innocence that would melt even the hardest of hearts.

The Duchess sighed inwardly, tired from the hardships she had to face on a daily basis, both inside and outside of the mansion. Her words, however, were filled with love and concern. "You must be careful, darling. You are too young to risk such games. Besides, you are well aware that you are not supposed to be helping me with the cleaning of the palace, and yet you do it because we have no servants. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Understanding her mother's concern, (Y/N) nodded. "Sorry, Mommy. I promise that I will be more careful and I will help you as much as I can."

The girl held onto her mother's hand, and together, mother and daughter, they walked back into the mansion.

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The Duchess held her daughter in her arms as they walked back to the rooms of the mansion. (Y/N) looked around curiously and asked, with the innocence befitting her age, how her mother's day had been. The Duchess smiled and assured her that there was no need to worry, that she was a child and should not be burdened with adult responsibilities.

But the little girl sulked and began to whine when her mother suggested that she take a bath. "Mommy," she protested, "I don't want to take a bath. "I always get itchy dandruff and my eyes hurt when I go in."

With a hint of melancholy in her eyes, the Duchess sighed. She knew that her daughter's peculiarities were more than just skin-related. They were a reminder to her of a past she would rather forget, of a time when things had been different. But out of love for her daughter, she kept her thoughts to herself. She nodded tenderly.

"I understand, my love." She replied softly as they reached the bathroom. "But it's important that you become clean. Perhaps we can find some way to make it less uncomfortable. "

The Duchess prepared the bath carefully. She made sure the water temperature was perfect and added some fragrant herbs to ease (Y/N)'s discomfort. Her blue eyes watching the reflection of the candles on the surface, the girl cautiously stepped into the water.

As the Duchess gave her daughter a bath, (Y/N) once again asked with a child's curiosity, "Is it normal for me to look like this, Mama? My scales show and my eyes feel strange when I get we."

The Duchess gently stroked her daughter's hair and replied, smiling softly. "You are special, sweetheart. You have been given a gift, an inheritance that makes you unique, your appearance and especially your eyes. You should not be afraid of the opinions of others."

Her mother's words brought a small measure of comfort to (Y/N), who was beginning to feel more at ease in the water. As the last of the day's light filtered through the bathroom window, mother and daughter shared a moment of intimacy and love that reminded her of why she had not yet given up.

As the Duchess gently dried herself with the towel (Y/N), she was suddenly struck by a coughing fit. The cough was as hoarse as it was painful, and as blood spurted from her lips and stained the white towel, (Y/N) looked up at her mother with eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Moma, are you all right?" the little girl asked with a look of concern shining in her blue eyes as her small hands gripped the towel tightly in her grip.

The weakness in her voice betrayed her inner struggle, but the Duchess tried to smile. "It's just a little cold, my dear." She replied tenderly. "You don't have to worry. Moma is going to be fine."

(Y/N) nodded, accepting her mother's words with the innocence befitting her age, though it didn't make her stop worrying. "It's okay, Moma ... I'm going to take care of you."

But in the depths of her heart, the Duchess knew that all was not well. Worry and pain gripped her being, not only because of her own failing health, but also because of the dark secret she held in her heart. A secret that would affect (Y/N)'s life in ways she couldn't even imagine.

Even so, she pushed her feelings and her worries to the back of her mind. Smiling, she carried her to bed and told her a story.

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The sun was slowly beginning to set in the sky, casting a golden glow over the garden as it did so. (Y/N) was holding a makeshift broom in her hand as she eagerly swept up the fallen leaves. Autumn was just around the corner, and the little girl was very excited about the arrival of the new season. She jumped up and down, giggling as she chased the leaves to the ground. Her laughter filled the quiet garden with an infectious joy.

The duchess watched her daughter fondly, her smile a reflection of her happiness to see her enjoying her childhood in spite of the adversity she was facing. The Duchess couldn't help but giggle as (Y/N) turned to her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and told her she could sweep faster.

"Oh, do you really think you can do it any faster, little tempest?" the Duchess teased as she came closer. "In defiance of your mother, are you?"

The little girl nodded her head with determination, and then, in a playful gesture, the two of them began a friendly competition. Both swept fervently, their laughter filling the air as they exchanged complicit, playful glances.

In the end, they both finished the job exhausted but full of joy. The Duchess scooped up her daughter and began playing, picking up leaves and dropping them on (Y/N), who laughed and rolled in her arms.

The garden, with its dry and broken fountain, was filled with the laughter and the love shared between mother and daughter, a breath of happiness in the midst of the shadows that threatened to darken their world and to extinguish the little light in their lives.

The play between the Duchess and her daughter was pitifully interrupted when the butler of the main house, a man of elegant and serious bearing, approached, looking formal. "My lady," he announced in a respectful voice, "I am sorry to disturb you, but your parents have arrived and wish to see you."

The girl hid behind her mother, obeying her mother's rule of not allowing the man to see her as such.

The Duchess nodded. Her smile was subdued, but her eyes reflected concern. This visit was a routine that her family followed to make sure that the Duke was not completely neglecting her, and to maintain the flow of money that would never make it into her hands. Remembering the harsh reality of her marriage, the smile faded slightly.

(Y/N) looked at her mother and then at the butler, not fully understanding the situation. In youthful innocence, she asked inquisitively, "Can I meet my grandparents, Moma?"

The Duchess bent down to be at her daughter's level and gently stroked her hair. "Not this time, my dear," she replied in a sweet voice. "While I'm away, I want you to stay here and take care of the mansion. I promise I'll return soon."

She looked at her mother with doubtful eyes, watching the Duchess's expression become increasingly sad as she went after the man. She could feel the sadness in the air and was unsure if she should follow her mother or stay behind in the mansion, despite her young age.

The little girl decided to break the rule her mother had given her with a feeling of fear and curiosity. Leaving the broom on the floor, she sneaked around the mansion, dodging the servants, dressed in simple clothes, and walking barefoot, as if she were a common slave, if you looked closely enough. Following her mother from a distance, she came to a hallway where the doors were ajar, excited and curious at the thought of meeting her grandparents (Y/N), she wondered if they would be kind like in fairy tales and if she would finally have a complete family, but unfortunately several voices in the room burned away those hopes and revealed the harsh reality that had been hidden from her childish eyes.

Surrounded by imposing and cruel figures, the Duchess sat in the center of the room. Her grandmother, a high society lady, scolded her daughter in an authoritative voice. She said: "What on earth are you wearing? My God, what indecency, have you lost all sense of decency and propriety? You have a filthy, emaciated appearance."

The grandmother went on to compare the Duchess to other high society ladies. She pointed out the Duchess's shortcomings and harshly criticized her daughter. "Have a look at the other ladies, with their fancy dresses and jewels. Compared to them, you look like a tramp."

The grandfather also sighed, bored, the girl could see from afar that he was a cold and distant man, he just looked on indifferently, before he started to say cruel words to his own daughter as well.

"For God's sake, even after all these years you're still useless, a burden. You're only here because your brother asked for it. And to be honest, he made us waste the family fortune."

Helplessly, the Duchess swallowed her tears and pressed her lips together, reminding herself that it was for his sake. But the fact that her husband was also part of the chorus of criticism was annoying enough, as it was an opportunity for humiliation. "You should learn from other ladies who know how to please their husbands and make them happy," he said.

Even the Duke's mistress threw her own darts in her sweet, venomous voice. "Poor Duchess, you thought you could compete? Your beauty is a thing of the past, and he has found happiness in my arms. We only keep you here for pity, you dirty bitch!"

(Y/N) watched in silence, hidden in the shadows of the hallway, as the sadness and humiliation washed over her mother. The cruel dialogues and the oppressive atmosphere of the room made her feel tormented. Sadness began to fill her young heart, and although she did not fully understand the complexities of the situation, she could sense the injustice and cruelty that hung over her mother.

With a heart full of rage and helplessness, (Y/N) clenched her fists and pushed open the doors to the room and entered with a determination. She began to cry uncontrollably as she glared accusingly at all the gathered adults.

"Liars! You're the bad people who hurt my mommy!" she shouted with courage and a rage that contrasted with her young age. As she tried to defend her mother from the cruel trial she was being subjected to, her voice quivered with emotion.

The adults present were shocked to see the little girl act so bravely and defy social norms with her unexpected behavior, including (Y/N)'s grandparents. The Duchess's mother was outraged by what she saw as disrespect. She said:

"That little girl is acting like a savage! Get her out of here!" she shouted in the tone of a lady of high society who could not understand the insolence of such a thing.

The Duke, looking at (Y/N) with interest and surprise, finally turned to the Duchess, who was trembling with fear to see her daughter in the middle of this confrontation with those who only wanted to hurt her. Frankly, she blamed herself, knowing that her daughter would not always obey her. As the Duke hurled accusations, the adults present surrounded her, demanding answers and explanations about the identity of (Y/N)'s father.

"Who is the father of this child, Duchess? Damn it, I thought you were boring and you turned out to be a whore," he complained and accused her coldly, even though his look was full of malice. "I thought you were barren. And look, you had this brat well hidden from me!"

The Duke, taking the child by the arms, examined her, while the poor mother of the child just stopped in the midst of so many questions and reproaches.

The Duchess, her eyes filled with tears and trembling with fear, knew that she could not reveal the true identity of (Y/N)'s father at that moment. It was her secret that was at stake, and she had to protect her daughter from the consequences of the truth.

Tension in the room rose as the Duchess tried to explain the situation. But her mother, her face flushed with anger and contempt, slapped her hard before she could answer. Everyone in the room was momentarily silenced by the sound of the blow.

"You are unfaithful and ungrateful," the Duchess's mother charged bitterly. "You are a traitor to your family and to your blood."

Then the Duchess's mother began to complain in a bitter tone, blaming her also for the death of her older brother, Crysten, who had asked everyone to help care for his sister before he died fighting in the Northern War. The Duchess listened to the accusing words, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt crushed by guilt.

"Crysten was the only one who cared for you. And look how you rewarded him. You slept with another man and fathered a bastard." The Duchess's mother sneered.

Finally, in a fit of rage and grief, the heartbroken Duchess burst out. She cried out her truths mixed with bitterness and despair, her words filled with raw emotion.

"I know all this, Mother!" *Her face said it all, she was hysterical and angry. "I know that I'm here at my brother's request before he died, I know that no one wants me here! Yes, I have made mistakes, but how can I face my husband's betrayal when he is wallowing with another woman right in front of me? The world is hypocritical! Yes, I have been running away from my problems, and I am still doing that, but I'm not going to let you insult this little girl. She's my daughter, I'M HER MOTHER! I don't care who her daddy is, she makes me happy and guess what, I'm sick of all of you. Because I care about her, I can't leave! Even if I'm suffering, I'm okay when she's smiling".

After the Duchess's passionate words, silence fell over the room. Everyone in the room, including (Y/N), was taken aback by the revelation that she had a father, and by her mother's emotional defense of her. Raw emotions filled the air and created a tense and charged atmosphere in the room. The shock was so great that the Duke let the little girl go, leaving her bruised and battered.

Erizebette was heartbroken and tears welled up in her eyes. She took her daughter by the hand and led her away from that place of accusations and bitterness. The angry voices of the adults shouted at her to return and settle the matter. But Erizebette could not stand it any longer.

She walked determinedly, holding her child, covering her ears and hiding her in her chest. The girl could not say a word, feeling the sorrow of the atmosphere around her and still afraid of the looks that were directed at her, scornful and humiliating. Her broken dreams, her childish wish for her mother and grandparents to be with her... were gone.

Finally, in the safety of her room, Erizebette put her daughter to bed. The darkness of the night had enveloped the room, and the weight of all that had happened was weighing heavily on her shoulders.

(Y/N), with eyes full of innocence, broke the silence. "Moma, is all that stuff they said true? ..... My grandparents looked at me with disgust. Am I a mistake? I... Do you regret that you had me?" Her voice trembled with a child's fear of not understanding the cruel world around her. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm a fool for not realizing how much you were hurting. Forgive me for being greedy and for my desire to live out a family fantasy like the stories you have read to me."

Erizebette looked at her daughter incredulously for a moment, then hugged her, tears flowing freely. "Oh, my girl," she whispered, voice broken. "You should never have to feel like this. You are the light of my life, my love, my strength. You are the light of my life, my reason to go on."

Letting their emotions boil over, they hugged each other tightly. Erizebette's tears mingled with (Y/N)'s. In the darkness of the night and their lonely sobs, they formed an unbreakable bond between mother and daughter.

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With (Y/N) always by her side, Erizebette continued her daily chores in the old mansion in the days that followed. Together they cleaned the deserted spaces, brushed away the dust of the past and brought some life back into the forgotten place.

The little girl's curiosity was insatiable. She kept asking questions about her father. She wanted to know what he was like, why he wasn't with them, and why she couldn't get to know him. Erizebette would answer these questions in vague terms, protecting her daughter from the painful truth that threatened to tear at her innocence and shatter what little emotional stability Erizebette herself had left.

But in these days, when the nights became dark and silent, Erizebette began to share (Y/N) memories of her past. She would talk about a certain albino, mentioning his attractive features, his curls like snow in winter, his crystal clear eyes like the deep sky in which it was easy to lose oneself, and his indescribable beauty. The Duchess would tell these stories with melancholy, as if the memory of these moments brought her comfort in the midst of her present suffering. But it was also a painful source of pent-up feelings and unfulfilled regrets.

It was on one of these nights, however, that an uncontrollable fit of coughing shook Erizebette's fragile body. (Y/N) panicked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched helplessly as her mother suffered. The girl promised her with sobs that she would go for help, but Erizebette stopped her with a trembling hand.

"No, dear," she said faintly, leaning against the wall. "Just take me to lie down."

(Y/N) obeyed and carefully carried her to bed. The Duchess was still coughing. Her strength was waning as she tried to remain calm in the face of her daughter's concern.

Erizebette showed no sign of improvement when she finally lay down. The child cried beside her, clutching her mother desperately. Erizebette knew it was time to reveal the truth as she looked into her daughter's painful eyes.

"You must know, my love," she began, voice shaking. "I am ill and I do not think I can be at your side much longer."

The heavy words hung in the air, leaving (Y/N) heartbroken as she took in the harsh reality and the possibility of her mother's loss. The room, once filled with stories and laughter, was now filled with tears. The little girl's chest felt heavy.

Caressing her daughter's face, Erizebette began to tell her the truth in a weak but loving voice. "Listen to me, my precious light," she said in a low voice. "Mum's got to leave soon, and frankly, you've seen how bad people can be, so .... Don't cry, please. Be strong. Don't let anything get in your way." A cough interrupted her words. But she continued with determination.

"But let me tell you something, my baby..." Erizebette could not finish the phrase as her daughter interrupted her with tears. "Don't say that! You can't die! I know you'll get well. You said you would, Mummy!"

The woman smiled warmly and stroked her daughter's face as she continued to cry. "I'm sorry, my love. I won't be able to keep this promise, but listen," she said softly. "When I leave this world, leave this house without looking back. And take with you the shell necklace that is buried in the biggest tree near the well. Look for Papa, I'm sure he will help you," Erizebette smiled tiredly and whispered her last breath as she coughed.

"Yes/No, I want to tell you that among all the bad and pathetic things in my life, you were my only achievement that I can really be proud of. Please don't ever forget that. Don't let anyone try to diminish how you shine.

With these words, Erizebette closed her eyes and her hand cooled on top of her daughter's. (Y/N) was stunned and refused to come to terms with the loss.

(Y/N)'s tears continued to flow as her mother continued to speak. The little girl desperately tried to wake Erizebette. She cried out:

"MUMA!!! This isn't funny, please don't fall asleep!" She pleaded, breathless. "Mummy, mummy, please, I know you're sleeping, but get up .... Please don't leave me here alone! PLEASE!"

Silence fell over the room. The little girl was caught in a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions. As she mourned the departure of the one person who had been her refuge in this cruel world, sadness, loss and confusion washed over her.

"Mummy... Why? Mum, I was greedy with you and now .... now - wuaaah!!!" She couldn't speak, her throat closed up, and to be honest, she could hardly process anything but the fulfilment of her mother's (Y/N) words, still crying inconsolably, she walked towards the place where she used to play with the Duchess.

Suddenly the weather turns nasty, with dark clouds covering the sky, almost reacting to the little girl's grief, or perhaps to the sound of another person crying in the distance. Between sobbing, the little girl digs out the jewellery box her mother told her about.

She opens it and finds a beautiful crystal shell which makes melodious sounds when caressed by the nascent wind, as the old villa was near the coast. As the water from the recent rain soaks her completely, (Y/N) carefully puts on the necklace. The girl screams and cries, feeling the loss of her mother and the longing for her presence, but she gradually fades away and begins to feel sleepy. She crawls over to the Duchess's corpse, smiles and wishes her goodnight as she sleeps beside her mother's cold body.

Elsewhere, somewhere far away, a figure awakens suddenly with the feeling that his connection with Erizebette has been abruptly severed. The pain in his heart is gone, but all that does is cause him to scream and cry out in despair. The pain is unbearable as he knows his beloved is dead. But something inside him tells him that there is still a faint connection, a small piece of his magic, linked to the necklace he gave her years ago. The necklace the girl now wears. He has a feeling that something has changed, but he can't quite make sense of it, but he hasn't given up hope and vows to find the source of this new connection.

For like a last melody abandoned, another will be reborn...

Nearest, yet far beyond

Warmth in the distance

How would you respond

To this madness, this existence?

Hold me closer

Hold me tighter

I'm mirroring this clear view

Filling up with blindness

Projecting that I need you

To overcome my weakness

Oh, the cold, the void, the light out

This warmth will go, wither out

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

Dearest, I shall not long

Grief in insistance

How to break this bond

When it's timeless, when it's cherished?

Hold me closer

Hold me tighter

Admiring this clеar view

Feeling crushed with brightness

Forgеtting that my time flew

Forgetting I was lifeless

The cold, the void, this light out

Our warmth will go, wither out

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

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Thanks for reading and this time I won't put the thank you box in given my image/video oversaturation. I hope you like it and I still have to finish the third part, let's see if I can think of something. Bye bye! (-.-)Zzz・・・・(*゜▽゜)_□

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satubby · 9 months

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Hello again! How are you? I hope you are well, I love your Male Makima x reader Headcanons, if it is not too much to ask, I will give you this other request. Could you do Headcanons and Scenario on Male Makima when the reader (both are already in a loving relationship) is popular for her beauty and many guys flirt with her? I hope it's not too much to ask or the order is weird. I hope you can meet my request and I'm your fan!

[Hi, of course, thanks for being consistent and I hope you liked last time. I hope you like this too, I'm still thinking about the full NSFW scenario but I'll leave you a small one here. Cheers!!! 🤗 (＾ω＾) Sorry for the late reply and have a nice day]

[I take this opportunity to thank the 100 followers, I hope you like my junk writing. I'm still working on Powa (Male Power) headconons, thanks!!!]

[Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual and labor abuse, abuse of power, Spanking, derogatory names, NSFW, hard penetration].

The lively atmosphere in the karaoke box bar filling every wall of the place, you've been here for a while and everyone has had a few too many drinks accompanied by snacks and fried chicken. It was your birthday and honestly you didn't want to make such a fuss for a day like this, there would be a chance of a demon ruining it anyway.

The three demonic men in the room don't count or so you tell yourself. Honestly, you didn't want to invite Makime, something about him often gives off a bad vibe and more so when you meet him after all, you're not really of this world.

"Thank you all for being with me on this day, even if it was a small party, I give you my sincere thanks. Let's drink till dawn!!!" You smiled clinking glasses with everyone in the room. Makime as usual just stood on the sidelines, ignoring the noise of the Karaoke.

As you drank another glass of juice, as you were not good with alcohol, you felt a body bigger than yours, approaching and sitting next to you. Immediately, you identified who it was, his unmistakable smell of alcohol and cigarettes told you the identity of the individual: Himeno.

Said man was quite drunk at this point, being a heavy user and addicted to this type of vices because of his traumas, it was understandable to you. Himeno had smoked his sixth cigarette of the night, if you were honest you felt somewhat sorry for him knowing his history, this male version of Miss Himeno was more carefree, but when he got serious he was usually pessimistic and sarcastic.

"Ah! You look a little tense. Come on!!! This is your party, there's nothing better than drinking and forgetting everything - UGH! My head!" he spoke in a clearly slurred voice, honestly this made you laugh.

"Thank you for your concern Himeno-san, but I'm just a little uncomfortable… You don't need to worry" Said man made a reproachful noise and answered you, placing his arm behind you, pulling you too close to his chest.

"Hahaha what a little thing you are! … You know you should relax, we're not working and a little drink won't kill anyone, hehe… You look pretty like that, you know that? How I wish I could kiss you-" The black hair was getting closer and closer, almost as close as your lips. You couldn't move a muscle, and Himeno was getting closer to your face with every word that came out of his mouth. If you were honest, you could feel two pairs of demonic eyes watching: Makime, it was him for sure.

You knew it when you tried to push the man with the patch away, but because he is stronger than you, it was impossible. Makime was drinking his beer confidently and although he seemed calm, you could already feel his jealousy burning or maybe he was amused by the situation.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Powa, also drunk and out of control, interrupted them.

"You rascal! She's mine, big Powa deserves his first kiss tonight… MUAJAJA!" you had to cover your ears when he started yelling. Sometimes he was too loud for his own good, you could almost smell the fried chicken on his clothes and adding the alcohol on both men almost made you dizzy.

"Tsk! What a killjoy you are kid, it was just a little kiss… Besides, you're just as drunk as me hehe…!" Himeno laughed between sighs and took another swig of his bottle. And yes, he literally drank from the bottle Makime had brought and oddly enough that only made them all drunker.

You didn't really think much of it, but now you realized it in a way. Makime once again had something on his hands and you were going to be his victim but the others interfered with his plans.

A bang distracted you, it was like glass colliding with an object. Powa was so drunk that his childish temper only aggravated his demonic and aggressive tendencies, he could barely stand up straight when he smashed the vodka bottle on Himeno's skull.

"SHUUUT UUOP YOU RASCAL! This bottle is mine and so is it (Y/N). I... POWA AM THE KING OF THE PARTY HAHAHA!!!" You ran to the other side of the huge Karaoke room, you were startled when Himeno was there, lying on the floor, also laughing without caring about the blood coming out of his head.

"Powa! What have you done?" you looked at him even though at this point the aforementioned was already gone in his drunken fanfare.

Aki had to come over to calm the pink hair, who was protesting, refusing to move away from the broken bottle that even his hands were holding nailing pieces of it. "HAHAHA DRINK MORE!!! Tch! Let me go you rascal" Powa fought against his partner, poor Aki barely dodged his scratches. In the end, the rowdy little devil ended up slipping because of how drunk he was, falling asleep on the floor.

"Himeno-san, we need to heal your wounds" You tried to help him sit up properly, as he had fallen off the couch. The black hair refused throwing a small drunken tantrum.

"No, I'm fine… JEJE this doesn't compare to my days in public safety, calm down girl" Hiccuping, he collapsed too, blood was flowing worryingly, so you turned to Aki.

"Can you please take him to the hospital? Or something, FUCK! … I'm sorry to ask you this Aki" You rubbed your temples as he smiled slightly.

"The hospital is far away and it's already night, I'd better look for a pharmacy. I'll be right back and don't worry, it's your birthday, I'm sorry Himeno-san again got out of control as well as Powa" With those words and a hug from the boy, he stood up and left the room.

You sighed as you sat next to a sleeping Himeno, his head accidentally falling on your shoulder. You felt uncomfortable but a blush fell on your cheeks as the man himself began to drool in his sleep.

Returning to Makime, he was not very happy to say the least. He waited and watched, as usual just to analyze things. He would have left you alone knowing that expensive wine was laced with aphrodisiacs. Lately you have been avoiding him as if his mere presence was poison, and maybe it was, but it irritated Makime.

That's why he waited for you to drink, it was wrong, but since your mugging at the office a few weeks ago, he was smitten and although he didn't deny or accept his strange feelings for you; as a demon he felt possessive as soon as he sensed something beyond the emptiness in his empty sentimental heart. But this went to hell when the drunken Himeno drank the bottle that was to be for you first.

The Devil Control watched as you took Himeno to the bathroom, as he had thrown up on Denji's shirt at the last minute when he approached you to chat and offer you more chicken. You had offered to exchange your shirt for the orange-haired one, who took off his shirt without bothering to be exposed. Anyway, the others were drunk, except for Aki, Makime and you. Denji on the other hand was half a step away from getting completely drunk.

Therefore, Makime gulped down the last of his beer, standing up and coming towards you, taking advantage of the fact that you were distracted by carrying Himeno in the direction of the bathroom for him to throw up all over himself.

"I see you're in trouble (Y/N), I should help you with this. Himeno is too heavy for your small body" You honestly didn't want his help and you didn't know whether to take that as an insult or something else. But yes, Himeno was heavy for you so you let the redhead help you.

If Makime was honest with himself, he was already feeling the ravages of jealousy in the back of his mind and it turned his stomach. But he decided to be patient with you, he still won't confront you about it.

They both arrived at the men's room carrying Himeno.

"Makime-san, can you help him into the bathroom? I can't for obvious reasons" You said between uncomfortable glances. He didn't answer you anything, but still carried the black hair to the baths. Makime took a few minutes and you could hear the man with the patch vomiting.

You decide to check your old phone while waiting for them. Ah! you really missed the touch screen phones and not these old ones with keyboards.

Makime came out of the bathroom and seeing you distracted, he smiled and suddenly came up behind you, locked you in an awkward grip with you leaning against the wall and the red-haired man locking you in.

If it was indeed what you thought … Makime was doing the Kebedon to you and you would feel this as a compliment, if it was another person and another situation. But no, we're talking about the control demon, a deranged madman who doesn't feel anything or at least that's how you knew him until he started with these little games of catch and run.

"Amm… Do you need something Makime-san? It's… It's quite uncomfortable for you to lock me up like this, hehe." You laugh hoping to ease your nerves and instinctively hide your face behind that insignificant little phone of yours, as if that thing will protect you from Makime's serene and deathly jealous gaze.

Her eyes with rings in them scanned you. Then, a chuckle was heard in the background and Makime walked away ruffling her tresses. It was unsettling and uncomfortable, more so because of the secluded silence of the bathrooms compared to the soundproofed Karaoke rooms.

"Ahh! You really are something… Tell me something, doll, why do you keep testing me huh?" His smile although serene, had a tinge of anger and jealousy which you were not able to decipher because normally your boss is calm no matter how fake the facade is.

"Well… I don't understand what you mean superior" This time you didn't use his name or honorifics, you were more serious. If you were honest you wanted to swallow these growing nerves in your stomach, to appear that you were not at all at his mercy even though the situation and poses contradicted these thoughts of yours.

As if this was even funnier, he laughed and reminded you of that scene in the manga where Denji gives himself to Makima as one of her dogs. Which is ironic because she and he are the same in a way. Same essence, different sexes.

The controlling demon inside him struggled with his pride and growing, but confused feelings for you. Boy was it a cruel prank by cupid or whoever did this, dammit! If you knew how you made him feel, you'd stop fooling around with those bastards you call friends.

"Haaa! Are you that dumb or do you make yourself? Look at me, aren't you aware of the effect you have on my perfect self? For some reason that I refuse to accept as interesting as it is, you move things around inside my empty self."

There was a dangerous edge between the lines, an unleashed desire waiting to be accepted. Makime had always been a master in his perfection and control of everything, even among his own lacking emotions, but at this moment he doubted himself. These months that you have stood out in his eyes like a scared rabbit, running away from him, for some reason made his already perfect composure falter.

Again his gaze fixed on yours. I was looking for those answers in you… Why, of all humans and demons, was he interested in a pathetic being like you? For fuck's sake! He didn't know and yet you managed to have that effect on him… What did humans call that? That's right! Love.

"You really confuse me (Y/N), you make me doubt myself. Are you blind to the fire that burns in me, the hunger that grows every time I look at you? There is always a clash with my emotions and my rationality" He whispered softly almost growling. Both of you close to each other and Makime had unconsciously pulled you back, but you couldn't help it. You also had no words with which to counterattack.

"Every fucking night, every day and hour in this fucking existence called life… My mind goes out to you, for reasons I cannot control" His voice carried a hint of frustration, god knows if it was to himself or to you, though at the end of his words there was that yearning touch.

"Superior… I- I didn't know it put you like this, forgive me if this has caused you trouble" His hand silenced your words, giving way to you, invading your intimacy,. He reached out both palms caressing your face and you swear his gaze ceases to focus as his eyes are clouded. His touch on your cheeks, skin to skin, sends shivers down your spine and strangely is not as unpleasant as you might think.

In a quieter, softer voice, you hear him respond to your words. "I am divided. Torn between the darkness that my being represents and the light that emanates from you, even if it is gray or dull, it still draws me like a moth in a flame" Again you heard the longing in his tone of voice, full of torment and a kind of pain.

"Tell me, do you long for this too, or do you even understand it? The attraction to the forbidden, that which must not be touched or possessed, but I want to do it… Is it just my delusions in a maddening dance called love?" Makime fixed his eyes on your lips and ran his right thumb over them. You were so caught up in the shock of seeing him act so out of character that you didn't even care about this.

You were weak, foolish and pathetic in his eyes, but somehow he craves that warm touch of softness. You don't show him that you fear him so openly and you don't give in to disobeying him either, his control for the first time doesn't work on someone: You.

"Makime-san, I" Your words were caught in your throat as Makime crashed his lips to yours, desperately and obsessively. It was as if he was trying to mark you as his, to make it clear that he wouldn't let anyone else have you. It didn't matter if that went against the feelings you both felt at the moment.

The kiss was wild and charged with forbidden passion. You could feel his voracious hunger and his need to possess you, you awakened his darker and more bestial side, you knew that being in this state he was capable of more than just a game of cat and mouse.

As the kiss continued, you were torn between excitement and fear. On the one hand, you were attracted to the intensity of his emotions or the way he wanted you. On the other hand, you knew that being close to him was dangerous and that his perseverance in his goals could trigger terrifying consequences.

Makime slowly parted, leaving a trail of heaving breath between you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and madness, you could see the internal struggle in his expression.

"What are we in the midst of this chaos?" whispered Makime, his voice laden with possession and despair. "I can't resist how I feel about you, even if it's my own contradiction. But I understand if it scares or disgusts you… You know puppy though, I don't care."

As you struggled to catch your breath, you faced a difficult choice. Makime was dangerous and ruthless, but he had also awakened something in you that you couldn't ignore, your love frustrations of a virgin girl.

You knew you couldn't turn your back on his behaviors. But carnal desire blinded you by making you love him and you were scared of what that meant.

You put your hands on his chest trying to separate and lengthen the distance between the two of you, after all he had already kissed you, though your voice sounded shaky but firm. "Makime, this can't go on like this," you said, trying to set boundaries. "I understand your feelings, but I can't let this consume me. I need you to respect me and understand my concerns."

Makime looked at you with a mixture of surprise and frustration. He didn't like you rejecting him, but his playful side took this as a challenge that he gladly accepted. Little by little he took control, even when you tried to push him away. You had long since forgotten that you were in the hallway next to the bathrooms, you hoped this would end soon, you didn't want to give in or be embarrassed.

"I see you still don't get it, there's no choice here, come on there's no denying it… I want you so bad!!!" Again he grabbed you kissing your neck and starting to suck it. "Fuck! If it wasn't because that bastard Himeno drank the wine I brought for you, you'd be just as horny if not hornier than me" He whispered between sighs and then licked your left ear lobe.

You couldn't help but moan in response, his warm tongue sliding down your neck and your earlobe making your whole body shiver. You had to admit, he was doing it very well and your body was starting to respond.

"If I had known that bastard would drink the wine for you, I would have put aphrodisiacs in your juice… Hum! But it doesn't matter" he replied arrogantly. "Fuck, look what you provoked, I can't believe he actually did it… Drinking your gift, pathetic."

His hand moved down, reaching for your ass, while his mouth nibbled and licked the tender skin of your neck. Then, without warning, he caught you off guard again and rammed you by grabbing your thighs in the direction of an empty Karaoke booth. After all, he had already planned this.

"Hey, put me down," you protested, trying to stop him, but his strength and will were too strong, so he easily carried you away.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you understood and respected me?" you growled in protest.

"Yes, but not everything can be taken into account in a situation like this," Makime replied as he closed the door to the small cabin.

"Did you really think I was going to accede to your pathetic requests after your little games? Ahh you really are a thing, my sweet silly doll."

You felt trapped and frightened by Makime's attitude. You didn't like how he was treating you and wondered how you had gotten into this situation. You tried to break free, but his hands were still holding you tightly.

"I don't want to do this, Makime. Please let me go," you pleaded, trying to hold back tears.

But Makime didn't seem to hear you. She approached you with a lustful look in her eyes and began to rip your blouse. You felt vulnerable and exposed, not knowing what to do.

At that moment, when you both saw the shadow of someone you felt emotions running to extreme edges. On the one hand, Makime felt excited at the thought of those sons of bitches you call friends seeing you in this intimate position and on the other hand…. You just wanted the earth to swallow you up. Apparently Denji had been looking for you, since you had disappeared, but a still drunk Himeno told him to forget it, so they left, leaving your heart more nervous than relieved.

Makime smiled when he felt you tense up, laughing at the situation.

"What's the matter, my little puppy?…. I know, you feel self-conscious because we are here in a public place right?", Makime teased.

You felt humiliated by his attitude and backed away from him, trying to cover yourself with what little was left of your blouse. You couldn't believe that you had fallen for his tricks and had allowed him to lead you into such a dangerous situation.

"You should shut up and play along, after all, we are still in sight no matter how dark the cabin is," Makime continued to mock you as he pulled you back into the small armchair in this cabin which is considerably smaller than the previous one where the others were getting drunk.

But you had had enough, so you struggled even though this only made the demon laugh and he bit one of your hands stopping your struggle, you looked at him indignant and blushing.

"I'm not going to play along, Makime. I already told you I don't want to do this," you told him firmly.

Makime seemed annoyed by your reaction, but finally stopped laughing. Then he turned you completely around because before you were on his back touching his chest and feeling the bulge between your buttocks.

Then the redhead threw you down on the couch pinning you down, he started to take off your clothes while talking to you with a tone of irritation and jealousy.

"I know you love it, that's why you were going from bed to bed, surely Denji or that idiot Powa buried his dick in you".

Makime looked at you with a smirk, her fingers rubbing your clit as her fingers slowly sank into your wet entrance.

"Ahh-! You're wrong," you groaned. "I-I was never with anyone, sleeping or waking up with them meant nothing- NHHH!!!" You almost arched your back as he buried his fingers closer and so far into your sensitive G-spot. It was fucking painful.

"Oh, are you sure, because from what I can see you want lots of men to fuck you and turn you into their little slut. Even with the fact that you don't look like a girl who likes to fuck a lot" Makime commented. in a sly voice "Fuck! You're so fucking wet and tight, ahhh this is a good thing for me, your pussy is going to be perfect."

"Makime-san, it's not what you think! Please let me go. It's supposed to be my birthday" You screamed as he pulled out his fingers and squeezed your clit with them. Then he lifted your legs and ripped off your clothes completely, like a dessert to be tasted in his eyes.

"Oh, of course it's your birthday, my sweet bitch…. I'll use my cock to poke that little pussy of yours, it will be my second present tonight just to remind you who you belong to" You started to cry as he swallowed your juices and licked your pussy like candy. You felt depraved, disgusted but lust clouded your judgment. After all, you were human.

You tried to move, but your body no longer obeyed you. Makime had enchanted you with his control and for the first time carnal desires blinded you both.

"Fuck! I'm going to make you mine, (T/N)…. You have no idea what you are doing to me" You heard his voice, full of lust and malice, it was as if he was talking to himself, as his mouth continued to devour you, he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and grabbed his cock, which moments before he had pulled out of his pants.

At this point you stop caring about the leather sticking to your skin making it uncomfortable or the strange angle of your neck with Makime's movements.

"That's it… Spread my legs, my little whore" you heard him say as you felt his cock thrusting into your entrance, you knew it was quite plentiful from the many times he pressed against you playing those games of his. It was big and thick, even though it was only a few inches, it scared you and more so when you and this body were virgins.

"Makime! Please…Stop," you moaned, feeling the pressure of his cock in your pussy grinding against you.

"Oh! My love, I can't do that…. Not until you beg for my cock" The next thing you knew you felt him enter you and a mixture of pain and pleasure hit you, you gasped for air as he went deeper and deeper.

"Ahh, you're so fucking tight!"

"Stop, stop, it hurts!" you moaned, closing your eyes, feeling the discomfort.

"What the fuck are you doing? Stop moving around like it's going to kill you to have me inside you…. OH GOD, are you trying to make me cum before I get my entire cock inside you?" You inadvertently squeezed your legs and loins together, this caused a grunt to come out of him as you felt his cock against your walls.

"It's so big I don't know if I can handle it" you replied, between sobs. Makime then moved on to kiss you again, you couldn't help it, his kisses were addictive and his tongue was as powerful as he was.

"I already told you, you are mine. If I wasn't so impatient, I'd take my time and enjoy every part of your pussy, whether it was with my cock or my tongue," he moaned, sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. "Fuck! I'm going to fuck you, so you know who you belong to, no one else is going to fuck you again after this" Makime just gyrated from there. He lunged, bit and clawed, just as you, you re-sanguinated his back to withstand each onslaught.

You had never been more aroused, the thought of him taking you as his own affirming his dominance over you made you even more lustful and even though your logical side screamed otherwise, you no longer cared.

"Look how much you want me, look at all this cum you're giving me. Are you ready for my gift, slut, are you going to beg for my gift?". He looked at you between bites, his eyes and yours lost in lust.

"Gift?" You looked lost, again a sense of nervousness and fear.

"Yes, my little puppy…. Don't be afraid, this time I'll be good even if I have to punish you for running away from me" You moaned, feeling it come out of you, it was so sudden and unexpected that your body seemed to collapse too.

Then the redhead pulled your legs down and sat you up, helping you not to fall down from exhaustion, then he licked your wounds before rising again and placing your entrance over his cock, both of you sitting with you on top of him with your buttocks in the air. Makime began to smack you like a parent would a misbehaving toddler as he rammed you then grabbed one of your breasts sucking on it, the other he squeezed digging his nails into it.

"W-what are you doing?" you moaned in pain as his other hand left your breast and went to your clit, his fingers pressed and caressed it.

"Makime, please don't hurt me…. I'll be a good girl, I swear." You were about to start screaming again but that didn't stop him, on the contrary, he moved from your right breast to your mouth, his lips glued to yours, your tongue dancing with his, his tongue exploring every part he could. allowed.

"Ahh! I'll make you understand what happens when you run away from me, if you don't want me to stop, if you want to be my good girl then say so, my dirty needy bitch" he growled digging his nails even deeper into your left breast and then his right index finger rubbing faster against your clit.

"Ngh! Ahh-MAKIME!"

"Oh! You want me to stop, you want me to release that point of pleasure that I know is the right thing to do? But I won't. Beg, beg, beg me to stop, I won't until you suck my cock with your lips."

"Ngh! Ahh- No, no, please…. MAKIME."

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear my dear bitch."

"N-no, don't hurt me…. I-I-I… AHH!"

"What's the matter with you, don't you want it? Tell me!"

"I-I… I… want-NGHH!"

"Say it, say what you want me to do to you."

"I want more… I'm not satisfied… I need more!"

"Fuck! This is… Ahhhh" growled the redhead as his right index finger and cock began to move at a frantic pace, so fast it felt like a blur, making your body tremble with pleasure, your breathing ragged as you neared orgasm.

"Ahh! I'm going to cum…" You moaned almost passing out from the pleasure.

"Good girl… Let it out" Makime replied, his finger pausing to leave you with a sigh of relief and then continuing to rub your clit, but gently as his cock filled your pussy.

Then you both cried out, falling tired, more you than him as Makime is a demon and therefore more resilient.

"Makime-san… Why?" you asked angrily having regained your consciousness away from lust still panting, but this only made him smile.

"Well, if I tell you it will be boring and you'll go back to avoiding me, besides I'm glad to know I was your first time." You were so confused by his words and the feeling of the semen inside him that you couldn't articulate words.

"Do you really think I don't want you even after all I've done to you? Haha, ahh…. Let's change, you don't want to look like that in front of the others…. Although I'm sure they're still drinking. For this occasion I'll reserve your oral fucking" Makime got up from the chair pulling on his clothes starting to put them on. Then he left the karaoke booth and as you were reaching for your panties, you noticed…. FUCK!!! That bastard had stolen them from you.

You quickly put on your clothes and ran after him, while he laughed at the scene, ignoring you even when you grabbed his arm pulling him on nonchalantly. You had to put on his jacket, at least he was aware that he tore your blouse.

"What's the matter? Don't be so rough little dove, you're not going to deny that you like me?" He asked arrogantly getting close to your face, almost playfully kissing you. You felt disgusted and embarrassed by past events.

"You…!"

"I what?", He said as he walked back to the party with you trying to retrieve your panties. It was disgusting of him and uncomfortable for you to walk around without them on.

"Don't look at me like that, I know you like me …. And you should let me go, everyone is looking at you. By the way, from now on, be careful that in the future I find out who you fuck, you're mine. "You blushed when he mentioned it again, embarrassment ran through your being as you felt his hand near your buttocks.

[Well… like I said, I'm horrible at writing NSFW, I'm a virgin and even if I watch porn or whatever to inspire me, I honestly suck. I hope the sex made sense, I'm sorry if there are errors in narrative, coherence or any inconvenience].

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satubby · 10 months

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Hello! How are you? I love your account you earned one more followers! I wanted to make a request if it is not too much to ask. Can you be sfw and nsfw headcanons (in a romantic relationship) with Makima in the male version of her? please! I really would like you to attend to my request and I hope you have a good day.

[Note: Am I dreaming? Why if that's the case... don't wake me up, AHHHH!!!! ♡♡♡ Thanks for asking, I rarely (ever) get this and I'm grateful. I hope you like what I wrote because I was lazy to finish the drawing that I had originally planned. I leave you a chibi that I did in the genshin impact style LMAO]

Well it depends on where you are in your relationship. Unlike Makima, Makime is more openly seductive and is not afraid to use his charm, he is very self-centered about it.

Since I'm based on my fanfic, Makime is your boss in the fourth section of public security and you usually see him but try to stay out of it while hanging out with the boys.

Since you asked for headcanons, I'll go two ways, first I'll do the SFW and then the NSFW because I want to dedicate more time to that one since I suck writing intimate acts.

Tokens of appreciation:

Makime would show her appreciation in a peculiar and somewhat twisted way at worst. He could offer eloquent compliments and sweet flattery, but always with a hidden agenda. His words may be framed in lies and manipulations, it is likely that he seeks to obtain something in return, for example... Your entire disposition and love for him.

If you are at the beginning of the relationship, he would seek to attract you with simple gifts that you would not expect from him, for example: Roses, money or bonuses from your salary. Well, he knows you don't trust him.

If you are already more confident, he could show his appreciation through such simple acts as leaving you with less workload or pairing you up with him so you don't endanger yourself on more important missions [Which is more of an excuse to keep an eye on you and silently study you in case that he still did not declare his love openly]. He would be constantly watching over you, making sure you were safe and removing any perceived threats [Whether he was actually dangerous to you or just out of jealousy].

Makime might offer quirky and unique gifts that reflect her knowledge of your likes and interests. However, these gifts could be more manipulative than genuine intent. Sometimes just looking for a reaction from you, whether positive or not, he just wants you to pay attention.

You are really confused by their actions, sometimes you feel compelled to accept their gifts, good or bad.

Romance type:

The romance with Makime would be an emotional roller coaster. Spending time with him could be exciting and exciting, but also dangerous and exhausting. His cunning and manipulative personality would create an intense dynamic, full of mind games at the worst. Well, since I'm basing myself on the events of my Fanfic: A peach between apples, you constantly doubt the intentions of the red-haired demon since you know its nature from its original version, Makima.

Makime would seek to maintain absolute control in the relationship, although he would secretly like to have sweet moments without forcing you to participate in them, but it will only happen when he is sure that you will not let him. He can be possessive and jealous, showing his darker side if he feels you are slipping out of his control or if you have been a brat to him.

The romance with Makime, as I said, is quite nuanced and since he doesn't know the feeling of human-style love, he grew up in isolation [I guess?] He could make you feel uncomfortable without meaning to but he's still a son of a bitch, so he doesn't care about your reactions a lot, he just wants to see you nervous and/or any other emotion, you're interesting.

He would always be hiding parts of himself and revealing little clues as the relationship progresses or that he already has the certainty that you will not betray him, that you will be his completely. These secrets and gradual revelations could lead to a complicated and ambiguous emotional connection since you don't fully understand their actions.

At times Makime can be cold and insensitive to your feelings, but when he's jealous or vulnerable, he drops his cunning and prideful facade, to be twistedly soft on you. Their gifts in these cases would be more intimate, giving you things that they know you like. In his strange and sadistic way, he gives you someone's heart or kills in front of you, which leaves you quite traumatized because it is not pretty to see someone literally explode or see how their insides turn inside out (that is, the skin and organs come out of the inside ). These cases only occur when he is in a bad mood or wants to punish you.

Types of names and nicknames that Makime uses with you:

Makime's nicknames towards you influence his impressions, at the beginning of meeting you she would call you little employee or lamb, because in his eyes you look like a nervous lamb in front of its predator.

As they are already closer or in a relationship that is not [clearly if] forced, he would call you: Little doll, little rabbit or puppy.

In cases where he is in a bad mood, he usually uses demeaning names like: Pet, my prize, Dumb human or needy bitch [but these last names are more in the NSFW context].

Particularly when he is feeling most intimate and vulnerable, he often calls you my treasure, love (if not very creative) angel or princess.

You walked the streets of Tokyo, checking your makeup and everything. Makime had summoned you for something, with the control demon you never knew what he would do next or even his intentions towards you. You saw makime sitting down having a coffee, you approached him by sitting on it and adjusting the wrinkles in your clothes.

"Makime-san.... Did you need me for something? Normally I don't expect you to invite me to these types of places without it being for celebration or work reasons, your invitation and interest in me really surprises me" You said something nervous but trying to hide your discomfort or worst case scenario, those many doubts that run in your mind about this situation.

Makime looked at his glass of espresso as if it were interesting, only making you more uncomfortable at his non-response. Then he smiled widely and looked at you, what you didn't know is that this was just an excuse to spend time with you. He could practically see you anywhere and yet he preferred moments like these even if they weren't (if they are) forced. But he just wants alone time without those jerks following you around like roaches attached to food.

The redhead comes out of his thoughts about Aki, Powa and Denji turning to you again looking at you with an amused and calm smile while those piercing golden eyes follow your movements from head to toe, scrutinizing you.

"Sure... *Sigh*, you're kind of right, I invited you for a coffee, there's no problem with that... so just relax and don't try to see the devil's horn in everything, okay?" Here a sip of his coffee, while he smiles, that fucking smile that just gets on your nerves, you notice that he gives you an aura of great power when he sits near you, you start to wonder if there is something else he wants.

You don't want to be by his side, you hate even looking at him because you feel constantly violated and exposed, you hate the feeling and the bastard knows it, he enjoys getting nervous like you can't imagine.

"Makime-san, if you only called me for this I see no point in staying..." You were getting hysterical, you wanted to hit him even if it meant getting killed in the process, you still got up bowing and starting to leave. Yeah If you stayed longer, you wouldn't know whether to hit them out of irritation or the simple fact of wasting your time. Damn, you never understood their actions and that frustrates you, it's like a game of egos between tug and pull.

It wasn't until hands bigger than your arm grabbed you tightly, giving you a sharp twist, making you collide with the redhead's chest. Your face pressed against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, although thinking about it more thoroughly you didn't know if it was just the sound he imitated to avoid raising suspicions. The breath on the helix¹ of your ear as you inevitably turned red. Instinctively you wanted to push him but he held you tighter in his arms as he whispered your name loving that blush coming from you.

You see him with a calm look, not knowing that you are telling him what he wants to hear: Those beats in your chest indicating that he was the cause of these... No one else and that puts him in a better mood.

With calm eyes, he looks at your lips and back into your eyes, he comes a little closer to you, caresses your cheek tenderly and looks at you with a more intense look. This only makes the knot in your stomach that has been building up for these few minutes increase and become more tangled like the spaghetti you ate yesterday for dinner.

"I just want to see you by my side. Isn't that enough for you?" He says with a sweet and seductive voice, he smiles a little at you, but his golden eyes look at you intensely with mixed emotions. You know that everything has an intention behind it and you don't want to give in to his whims.... But God!!, how you wanted to keep looking and admit that despite being a son of a bitch and a cunning manipulator, he's damn attractive.

You continued to stare at Makime, trying to figure out his true intentions. You felt a mixture of tension and longing inside of you, fighting against your own contradictory feelings. His closeness and his caresses disturbed you, but at the same time they attracted you in a way that you could not help.

"I don't know if that's enough for me," you replied with a shaky voice, trying to keep your guard up. "There are still many things I don't understand about you, Makime-san. I can't just get carried away by your sweet words and gestures. I don't trust you completely and we barely speak to each other."

He looks at you with a 'kind' smile on his lips and sees that his eyes become duller than usual, you avoid looking at them any longer with an insecure look, he knows you're nervous but you don't let him see everything.

"Trust takes time, you will give it to me sooner or later, you will have no other choice"

His gaze only pierces yours and his eyes remain that hypnotic golden color with those rings in them, hypnotizing you and he begins to caress your thigh with his hand.

Then as if something bewitched both of them, their lips slowly approached and he kisses your lips, nibbles your tongue and lips. Loving every inch of your mouth, your mind at this point is blurry and so you let yourself go.

[Sorry if I don't put the NSFW content yet, but I need to write that part properly and since I have a knot in my head, I need to organize myself with my creative ideas. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the pronouns, my understanding of English is the same as a 3 year old :P]

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