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Hey y’all I’m back!! Ok so this past week and a half I’ve been GRINDING on animal crossing but besides that I’ve also been writing. This is the request fic for the anon wanting a fic about Uzui🥰 love that man. Anyways, Anon if you are out there this is for you bby. I kinda went a little wild with the yandere themes I seriously hope you enjoy it!! I’ll add the original post underneath here.

Warnings: ok so fairly Yandere, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, stalking, yk typical stuff

if any of this bothers you, DONT READ

MINORS DNI THIS AINT FOR YOU

y’all please enjoy request are always open!!

criticism/tips welcome!!!!

a little side note, when I write yandere rengoku I always imagine him as Darwin from that one episode of amazing world of gumball, where gumball wears a dress to school and he falls in love with him.

“You don’t know what you're missing out on, (Y/n).” Spoke a sultry voice from behind you.

“Not now, Tengen. I’m sharpening my blade.” You warned as you skillfully glided your sword across the whetstone. Several months before you had caught the hashira’s eye. Not only were you a fearsome warrior but you were a flashy one at that. You wore a bright (y/f/c) haori over your drab slayer uniform, your nails were painted dazzling colors, glistening jewelry hung from your wrist and neck, and you wore rings on every finger. Even your sword was adorned with jewels. How could you not catch his attention? Soon enough Tengen became infatuated with you, going so far as to tell his wives about you and how he hoped you would join them. And although the two of you seemed like a match made in heaven you had been denying his marriage proposals and avoiding him all together. He would corner you whenever he had the chance, whether it be on a mission or not. During Hashira meetings he would seat himself somewhere in your proximity; beside you so he could “accidentally'' brush your thigh with his hand, or behind you so you could feel his wandering eyes tracing your body. This was often his favorite method, he would walk closely behind you so he could tell of all the joy and pleasure that is to be had when you are his wife. He would spare no details as he retold the wild nights that were spent at his estate; especially the ones spent in between his sheets.

Today was no different. You could feel his presence behind you as you continued on your sword, desperately trying to act uninterested. But Tengen was smarter than that, he knew if he kept this up you’d eventually get flustered and demand that he leave you alone. During your frustration he’d see the deep blush that spread across the cheeks, and that was more than enough evidence to prove that you had felt a little more strongly than you had been letting on.

He was right. He was right in the thought that you had more feelings for him and his wives. But you enjoyed the chase so why give in so soon?

“You don’t have to keep lying to me, I know you want me.” He said, his voice deep as he spoke close to the shell of your ear.

Just his words sent a shiver down your spin and to your knees. You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close to you. You sighed and set your sword down.

“Tengen. You got one more chance before I’m kicking you out of my shed.” You warned once again. You silently kicked yourself for going into your shed thinking he wouldn’t follow you. Now he has you trapped.

“Oh, one more chance? Maybe you enjoy my company a little more than you would like to admit.” Tengen said into your ear with a tone of voice that could melt anyone.

“That’s it!” You yelled as you dropped your sword and shoved Tengen through the door. He flew back into the door and it swung open harshly. He landed on the ground with a dud and began to laugh cheerfully.

“If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” He said, propping his arm on his bent knee.

To this, you scowled and slammed the door back closed. You scanned the floor and retrieved your sword with the intent to finish sharpening it when a soft knock came from the door and Tengen's voice followed.

“I’ll see you soon, (y/n). Remember my offer still stands.” He said before disappearing from the door.

Quietly you let out a sigh and small laugh. You knew he’d be back, whether it be tomorrow or sometime in the following week; he’d be back.

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It was a beautiful evening to be out on the town. The air was warm with a crisp breeze which kept you comfortable. The town’s lights could be seen from miles away, glorious lanterns lined the streets and hung from every entrance. The people were all lively and laughing with one another above the cacophony of music. It truly was a wonderful place to be.

You wandered the streets shopping and making conversation with acquaintances. You were almost a local hero in the district, because of a demon slaying that had taken place in the middle of town a year or two before. Then you had only been kinoe and the demon you faced had been the strongest you had fought up until that point. It was a terribly long and brutal fight but you arose from the ashes victorious. To reward your bravery and your willingness to sacrifice your own life for others, the merchants of the town showered you with lavish items. Before then you hadn’t had the flair for outrageous looks but since that day you had worn their gifts with pride. Never leaving your estate or going on a mission without your flamboyant attire.

Because of your appearance you were easy to find in a crowd, which was perfect for an evening such as this one.

Once in a blue moon, the hashira would gather together and celebrate the demon slayer corps. It was less of celebration and more of a temporary escape from the burden that the hashira have to carry. Life was hard for all, and the probability that you were someday going to die in battle was higher than any other fate. But for a few hours you could pretend to be the young adults you really were, instead of the hero’s that swore to protect the lives of the innocent even if it meant sacrificing yours. Perhaps in another life you all could meet again, somewhere different, somewhere safe.

You turned and scanned the sea of people searching for familiar faces. You searched for towering figures or wildly colorful hair but none were seen. You sighed, frustrated from your struggle. If you didn’t find them soon you’d be late, so you decided to jump into action.

You climbed to the top of the building you were supposed to meet your fellow hashira and began to search for them once again. You’d spot any one of them soon, and you had to admit this little idea of yours was very clever. You laughed triumphantly as you sat on the building’s peak, you knew that as soon as the hashira caught sight of you on top of the building that they would all have a laugh. Even more than that Kyojuro would climb up to collect you; he had a way of making you feel as if you were delicate although you were every bit as strong as he was. In fact he made it a point to be tender towards you; sweet words, and soft gestures were always a constant. You hadn’t thought about much before, but now as the thought rose, you began to ponder Kyojuro’s actions. He was always so kind to you, almost it seemed, in a romantic way. He wasn’t nearly as blunt as Tengen but the interest was still present. The thought of Rengoku as a partner wasn’t an unpleasant one. He was handsome, kind, strong, and held tight to his morals. Then again something about Kyojuro made you feel...less? He comes from a line of flame pillars, it’s in his blood to be who he is. And who were you? A warrior born out of necessity? The only reason you were a slayer was because of your family. They had been brutally slaughtered along with most of your village that night, and as a result of this tragedy you vowed that you’d kill a demon for every life that had been taken that fateful night. Now as you sat on top of the roof your mind wandered from thought to thought although you should have been watching the ground below. You couldn’t help but get carried away by the serenity above the chaos.

During your peaceful escape, three figures watched you intently. One on the balcony of a neighboring building, one in the alley below, and the other behind you, all three concealed by the dark. Maybe if you weren’t distracted by your own thoughts you would have sensed them, but then again, they meant you no harm so why not let them be.

On the street directly in front of the building, the hashira gathered and waited impatiently for your arrival. Most concerned as you had promised to be there before them, but others were aggravated by your tardiness. One person who didn’t seem to be distressed at all happened to Tengen. He seemed cheerful and lively as talked with the others, when they brought your name up he only laughed assuring them you’d be there any second. But he already knew you were there, in fact he knew you were perched on top of the building enjoying the night air. He had eyes in the sky so to speak, his devoted birds watching you carefully; hoping that soon you’d join their flock.

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Soon everyone, except you were ushered inside, you had planned ahead and made a reservation so if they were to arrive before you did they’d at least wouldn’t have to wait on the street. As Rengoku made his way into the establishment a gleam caught his eye, when he looked to see where the light had come from his eyes met your relaxed form on the roof. He smiled and stepped back out onto the street to see if he could get a better look at you. Tengen noticed Rengoku’s actions and turned to him.

“Kyojuro, aren’t you coming inside? (Y/n) will be here in a bit, you don’t have to sit out and wait for-“ before Tengen could finish Kyojuro smiled and pointed up, Tengen stepped out of the doorway and came to where he was standing and looked. Right as rain, his wives were correct. You sat at the top of the roof completely oblivious to everyone below. A slight tug pulled at Tengen’s heart seeing you up there, eyes closed, leaned on one hand and your legs dangling off the edge enjoying the moment. Your jewelry glistened in the light and your hair danced in the soft wind.

‘Such a wonderful sight’ Tengen thought to himself as he silently admired you from afar. But then Tengen’s thoughts were interrupted by Kyojuro’s voice.

“I’ll go up and get (Y/n). We will be down in just a minute.” Kyojuro said as he too stood and watched you.

Love and admiration were now replaced by jealousy in Tengen’s chest.

‘You’ll go get her?’ Tengen thought to himself as he looked at Kyojuro whose fiery eyes hadn’t left you once. Not noticing the larger mans scowl, Rengoku laughed and said,

“They’re wild aren’t they?”

To this Tengen scoffed and proceeded towards the entrance.

“Yeah it takes the right man to tame someone like that.” Tengen said before kindly glaring at Kyojuro. Tengen disappeared inside and left Kyojuro standing in the street. The personal jab went unnoticed by Kyojuro, and after a little while longer, he too began to climb to the top.

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The sound of someone breathing heavily caught your attention, immediately you stood up. You relaxed when you saw the bright haired man peek up from the edge of the roof, a large smile plastered across his face.

“Kyojuro! You scared me! What are you doing up here?” You asked as you helped him up the rest of the way. As if he really needed your help getting up, but he didn’t mind as it was an excuse to hold your hand even for a second.

“We all arrived a few minutes ago, and before I walked inside I spotted you all the way up here.” Kyojuro said, still grasping your hand.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! I guess I got carried away being up here!” You apologized.

“It is...peaceful up here.” Said Kyojuro as he looked up towards the stars; shining so brightly.

“Very beautiful as well.” He spoke again, before turning to look at you.

“Yeah it is…” you said as you gazed across the vast sea of light through every street. Although you didn’t know it Kyojuro memorized every part of you, in his eyes you were the brightest star in the sky.

“Let’s go ahead and get down, I don’t want to keep everyone waiting!” You said before running and jumping off the edge. Kyojuro watched as your foot left the roof and you leapt to the street below. He too jumped and as he fell he watched how gracefully you landed. Together the two of you walked inside and made your way to greet everyone.

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The inside of the building was gorgeous, at least to you it was. To others it seemed a bit much, but here was your home away from home; the first real place you felt accepted. As you walked in an older man came to greet you, he bowed and gestured for both you and Kyojuro to follow him. He led you to the room you had requested and slid open the door, inside you saw all the hashira minus you and Kyojuro sitting; enjoying fresh cups of tea. You walked in and greeted everyone while simultaneously apologizing for your late arrival, then you took an open seat next to Tengen, which boosted his confidence quite a bit. On your otherside Rengoku managed to squeeze in between you and Mitsuri; much to her dismay, nevertheless she’d find a way to chat with you. Tengen noticed how eager Rengoku was to sit next to you and it only intensified his feelings of jealousy. He also noticed how you didn’t seem to mind the flame pillar presence and even seemed to be enjoying his company.

Through the orchestra of conversations being had by everyone, Tengen remained silent as he specifically listened to yours and Kyojuros.

“Kyojuro! Try this! It’s amazing!” You’d exclaim as you held out your cup of tea you had ordered. To which he would grasp your cup and taste it and yell,

“Delicious!” His voice was so booming it shook the foundation. You’d then erupt into laughter, and smack him playfully.

“You really like it that much?” You’d say afterwards he’d reply,

“I loved it!”

Tengen watched from the corner of his eye all the little things you did. When you would laugh your hand never failed to land on his knee, when you looked at Rengoku your eyes were filled with admiration, you’d twirl your hair and brush it behind your ear when he spoke to you. It was terrible, all of it. It made his stomach turn and his chest burn. Here you are sitting next to your future husband openly flirting with another man?! How dare you!

Tengen had finally had enough when you rested your head against Kyojuro’s shoulder. Quickly his arm snuck around your waist yanked you beside him. You turned to shoot him a glare but you were caught off guard seeing his usual devilish grin. As you stared up to the large man a soft blush spread across your face. Uzui was intimidating and you had to admit it was attractive. Having a man of his size manhandling you sent an all too familiar shiver up your spine, the same one you got when Uzui would corner you and tell you of all the filthy things that could be yours. All you had to do was say yes.

Tengen leaned down until his lips grazed the soft skin of your neck.

“Giving everyone else your attention but me?” He whispered in a low voice that made your knees weak.

“Perhaps you should refrain from flirting with Rengoku so openly. It might give him the wrong idea.” He whispered once more.

Feeling a bit more confident in yourself you turned to him, your lips only inches apart.

“And what idea would that be, Uzui?” You asked in a smart mouthed manner.

Uzui’s smile got wider as he leaned in even closer, his hand now harshly gripping your thigh.

“That you belong to anyone else but me.” Your heart fluttered and your body began to tingle. Tengen then smiled and released your thigh from his iron grip. He saw the way you melt under him, the way you faltered to his touch. No one else would have, as if anyone else deserves you. You were his and his alone; he had no problem ensuring that it stayed that way. Even if it meant defying the demon slayer corps.

Tengen’s reaction ignited a fire within you. Denying his proposals and playing hard to get was fun, but he always knew it was just that. Playful, innocent, just fun. But his reaction towards your affection at Kyojuro made you realize that he was serious. He was willing to exalt any and every method needed to keep you in his possession. And this excited you. Seeing his demeanor change from his normal flirty, playful, manner to possessive and jealous, made you hungry. Made you hungry for more. You wanted to see just how far you could push it and just how far Uzui would go.

It wouldn’t be long before you had your answer.

After the celebration had ended you and the other pillars filed out into the street. Together you all chatted and said your goodbyes before you made your way home; presumably alone. As you walked down the crowded streets a hand grabbed your shoulder and spinned you around. For half a second your body tensed at thought it may have been Tengen coming to punish you for your actions earlier but instead stood Rengoku smiling ear to ear.

“Rengokusan?! You scared me! Did you need something?” You asked a little relieved seeing that it had been him, although part of you was disappointed it hadn’t been Tengen coming to reclaim what was rightfully his.

“I need you not to walk home by yourself! I’m going to accompany you!” Kyojuro exclaimed as he held out his arm so that you could interlock yours in his. Hesitantly you curled your hand into the pit of his elbow. Together you began to stroll out of town and down the dirt road to your home.

“You know, Kyojuro, I’m a hashira like you. I don’t need you to protect me.” You said playfully. This earned you a soft laugh from Kyojuro as the two of you continued down the path.

“I’m aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself. I wanted an excuse to be close to you.” Kyojuro said not to take his eyes away from the road. Kyojuro had seen the interaction between you and Tengen. In fact he had seen most of them. He had seen Tengen follow you home, heard him propose, heard him tell you the terribly dirty things he’d do to you if you agreed, he had seen him corner you and touch you. All of it, he had seen it all and it disgusted him. Tengen treated you, and all his women for that matter, as trophies. If you were his you’d only be a doll in his collection, nothing more than an item for his flamboyance. It made Kyojuro sick just thinking about it. You deserved to be worshiped, to be protected at all cost, to have all the love and affection a man can give without fighting for it between three other girls. Tengen couldn’t possibly handle a spouse like you. He was right it does take a certain man to tame someone like you, and it wasn't a man like him.

The two of you continued to walk in silence. You noticed the tension oozing off of Kyojuro, his muscles taunt and flexed to the point they’d seem to tear. Every sound made from the surrounding woods he’d turn his head quickly to see where it came from. He scanned the woods as if he was searching for something or someone. His body on edge; ready for battle. You saw how anxious he seemed and questioned it,

“Kyojuro? Is something the matter? You seem really on edge?”

Kyojuro smiled and replied,

“I’m fine! I’m just keeping an eye out just in case!”

You could see the cracks forming on his calm exterior. The thought of Kyojuro being so alert made you slightly anxious, subconsciously you checked your surroundings as well.

You watched the horizon and soon your home came into view. On the engawa you released Kyojuro’s arm and bid him farewell. You could see he was reluctant to leave but aided by your polite shooing he made his way back to the road. As far as you knew, Kyojuro was on his way back to the Rengoku estate and Tengen was at home at his estate. Finally you were alone.

Entering your bedroom you found your usual evening attire laying on the floor next to your futon. You made quick work of your uniform just to be comfortable until morning, as you put on your night clothes you could feel your body relaxing into the familiar fabric. After getting dressed you pulled the covers back on your bed and then proceeded to lay on the beckoning cushions. As you laid down your body melted into your bed, it shocked you how tense you had been. Tonight your mind didn’t have the chance to ponder the events of the past hours, instead sleep overtook you as soon as you settled into the perfect sleeping position.

Your slumber was peaceful till there came a sound from outside. The faintest of sounds, a twig snapping, a branch bending, something any normal person would have never heard. Yet it roused you from your slumber on high alert. Immediately you unsheathed your katana and bolted outside. In the cold grass of morning you stood ready for any attack, in fact you welcomed it.

“Show yourself!” You called into the dark air. Any other night sounds in the wilderness would have went unprovoked by you but tonight was different. You could sense another being in your presence. Although it did not seem that they had malicious intent with you, you decided you weren’t going to wait and find out.

Your eyes scanned the woods for movement yet none was seen. But just as soon as you began to question whether you had been overreacting, a piercing whistle flew past your ear. Instinctively you ran for cover and as you did more and more whistling objects flew past you. Quickly you ran underneath the oning of the engawa. On the ground laid thin bamboo needles, all of which were scattered from three different directions. Needles from above, needles from the left, and needles from the right. As you began to investigate the needles, sounds could be heard from all three directions. This was no longer one person but three. Three different sets of footsteps, three different breaths. In an effort to level the playing field you ran to the middle of the yard and raised your blade. As quickly as you made your way off the engawa you vaulted into the air. Soaring upwards into the cool air your drew in a deep breath, making your descent you whispered to yourself,

“(Y/b/t)...first form…(n/of/m).” As you made contact with the earth your katana swung and sliced the ground, as it did ripples of light and sound shook the ground. The trees trembled and the foundation of your home swayed from the impact, in the ground below your sword was a massive crater. You turned and watched as the world shuddered around you from the shockwaves, and as it did three figures fell to the ground. Immediately you ran to reveal the identity of these persons; the one that had fallen from a nearby tree began to make a run for it. You pursued after the mystery assailant and once you were in range your arms wrapped around their waist and hoisted them into the air. A terribly loud shriek came from the person as you held them up, and the reaction made you giggle internally.

‘This person was just shooting at me with darts! And now they are crying because I picked them up?’ You thought to yourself as you turned around to see if you could get a glimpse of the other two. Much to your surprise the both of them stood in front of you, waiting to see what your next move would be. Seeing that now the move was yours, you held the person in your grasp tighter and announced,

“Reveal yourselves, and I'll let them go! If not I’ll-” before you could say another word the most sorrowful wail came from the person you held.

“(Y/n) it’s me, Suma! Please let me go!” She cried. Hearing the familiar voice and name you gently set them on to the grass. Quivering, they removed the solid black mask revealing they truly were Suma. Suma looked up at you with eyes filled with tears.

“Suma? What’s going on?” You asked in a forgiving tone. This was quite the confusing situation for everyone involved.

“We-we-we were going to kidnap you!” She managed to wail in between sobs, tears wetting your clothes. You embraced her and let her continue crying into your shoulder.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to tell her what we are doing!” Yelled one of the assailants as they too removed their mask. Underneath was Makio and she paid you no mind as she chastised Suma.

Lastly Hinatsuru removed her mask. After calming Suma, you stood to face the three of them.

“You three were trying to kidnap me?” You asked, giving each one a glance. Suma began to sniffle again, while clinging to Makio.

“Why?” You asked, but in reality you already knew. This was because of your interactions with Rengoku. Tengen had put the girls up to kidnapping you and bringing you back to him. The thought was almost sweet, the girls were so devoted to Tengen they’d do anything he asked. Still, if Tengen wanted you that badly, he’d have to take you.

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After several hours of the girls attempting to persuade (begging) you to come back with them, you politely declined and said that if Tengen wanted you that badly he’d have to come take you himself. Both Makio and Suma seemed cross with the idea they’d have to return without you but Hinatsuru was intrigued to say the least. In fact she pressed you more about what you wanted to say to Tengen the next time she saw him.

“Do you want me to tell him that? Word for word?” She asked with a sly smile on her face that made you a bit unsettled. Still you held face, and replied,

“Tell him what you like, I won’t be such an easy catch.”

Although you remained a confident exterior, Hinatsuru’s willingness made you think that if and when Tengen did arrive it would be a much quicker interaction than you would like to give yourself credit for. Tengen was strong, he exhibited that the previous evening. Still though, didn’t you have a chance? You knew the answer and somehow the idea of Tengen taking you didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps you liked the idea, possibly more than you knew. Nevertheless, the girls made their way home and you settled in for the morning, slightly exhausted by the fact you had spent the early hours of the morning preventing your own kidnapping. Sleepy, you drug yourself back into bed and plan on spending late morning and early afternoon snoring. No further into your slumber than you were, when you heard a knock coming from the door. Tired and quite honestly a little irritated, you made your way to the door once more. But before you could unleash your rage on the poor person at your door, it swung open in such a force it caused you to fall back on to the matted floor. Before your groggy mind could wrap itself around the situation, two arms lifted you from the floor and a mad dash was made out of your home and into the woods. You began to resist and kick as you tried to break free, the grip on your waist was iron tight. You looked at your captor and it was Kyojuro Rengoku.

“Rengokusan, I’m tired, please take me back home, I’m not in the mood for the surprise training today.” You said as you tapped his back; he had thrown you over his shoulder to maintain a better grip on you. Yet Kyojuro kept running, even when you questioned him and tried to break free from him.

“Kyojuro, I’m serious. Put me down, I’m not playing.” You said, he didn’t even acknowledge you besides when he kept you in place.

“Kyojuro! Put me down!” You warned with venom in your words. Reluctantly Kyojuro slowed and then set you back on your feet.

Mad didn’t begin to describe what you were feeling.

“Kyojuro! Where are we?! I told you I didn’t feel up to any training! Why are we out here?! And why did you kick down my door?!” You screamed, then Kyojuro turned to you and gently began examining you. First he started with your hands and arms, then he lowered himself to investigate your feet and legs.

“What are you doing?!” You asked as his rough hands ran over your body. Without answering any of your questions Kyojuro stood up.

“Take off your clothes.” Kyojuro said.

“What?!” You asked, Kyojuro’s face was deathly serious.

“I’m not taking off my clothes?! What has gotten into you?!” You protested, this only earned you his hands lifting your shirt to investigate your torso.

Fueled by rage and confusion, you shoved Rengoku back. Kyojuro sighed loudly and approached you once again.

“I have to make sure they didn’t hurt you.” He said as he began examining your neck. You rebelled once again, shoving him back.

“Who are you talking about?!”

“Tengen’s wives. I saw the darts.” Was all he said.

“Kyojuro, what exactly is going on?!”

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Soon you learned that the darts that the girls had shot at you were laced with anesthesia and possibly an aphrodisiac per Rengoku’s detailed explanation. You also learned that Rengoku had stayed behind that evening to ensure your safety, as he had put it. But because he did, he became the only successful target to have gotten a full dose of the bamboo darts the wives had prepared specifically for you. The sound you had awoken to had been that of Rengoku falling to the ground. In his daze he caught glimpses of the interaction, most of which had been during the first altercation. After he had recovered, his first thought was of you. In a scramble he had made his way to your door and knocked hoping all of it had been a terrible dream, but when you didn’t immediately answer he kicked the door down. Driven by anxiety he scooped you up and took you as far as his legs would carry him, he had to know for sure if you had gotten hit.

Only a small cut was present on your cheek, you could have gotten grazed by one, therefore, explaining your indescribable tiredness. After learning of this you promptly made Kyojuro fix your door and leave, this had all gotten to be too much and what you needed now was just to rest. After talking with Rengoku, you left him to do the repair work and made your way to your room for the second time that day. It was now late evening and your body felt like you could sleep for three years and still be exhausted. Without even getting underneath the covers or removing the twigs and leaves from your hair, you fell into a sleeping pile on top of your bed. It was the best sleep of your life.

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After repairing your door Kyojuro came to you to tell you goodbye, but instead he saw you sleeping peacefully. You looked like an angel to him.

‘So delicate’ he thought to himself as he crouched beside you, removing the debri from your messy hair. As gently as he could he lifted your body and placed you underneath your blankets. He didn’t know how it was possible, but as soon as your body felt the embrace of your warm blankets you fell even deeper into your slumber. Kyojuro smiled and stayed at your side till early morning. When he noticed the sun beginning to rise he made his way back to his own home with the most lovely thoughts of you.

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The sun through the window stung your sensitive eyes.

‘The sun is up already? I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes.’ You thought to yourself as you began to shift in the crowded bed.

‘Crowded?’ You thought again, as you tried to move your legs and arms, all of which were tightly pressed against you. You could feel the clamminess of your own skin underneath the hot blanket.

‘I’m sweating?’ You thought again as you tried desperately to get comfortable. As you continued to squirm and move your hand slid up what felt like skin.

“Like what you feel?” A voice said from in front of you. This had officially woken you up. Your eyes sprung open, the sight in front of you made you gasp and jump from the bed. Tengen had been holding you while you slept so peacefully.

During your extremely deep slumber, and after Rengoku took his leave, Tengen had taken you back to his home.

“Tengen what’s—what’s going on? Where am I? How’s my door?!” You asked more than confused at this point. Tengen stood and chuckled softly. He came to where you were and gently ushered you to sit in his lap on the floor.

“You said if I wanted you that badly, I’d have to come get you myself.” He whispered as he left soft kisses on your neck. Your body subconsciously leaned into him for more.

“So I did.” His hands gripped your waist.

“Oh, and I take that as a yes, to being my wife. Being that all you wanted me to do was chase you till I finally caught you.” He whispered so seductively as his hands began to wander all over you even more.

“Now let me show you how newlyweds celebrate.”

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twistyprefect · 2 years

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Hi! I see requests are open.

If you don't mind, can I request one for yandere! Lilia, Ruggie, the octaniville trio, and Silver with a darling who tries running away, either by terrain the boys are familiar with or just the woods.

Hope you're taking it easy.

{anon you're speaking directly to my heart with this one...yanders AND i get to write for my favorite boys??? i have been BLESSED 💗 & i promise i am! spring break just started for me (no friday class babyyyy)!!}

TW for yandere content, obsessive behavior, and unhealthy relationship dynamics

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was almost impressed that his little darling managed to actually get out of the room he'd trapped them in

well, he was impressed, but it was buried under a layer of fury and annoyance

then he relaxed a bit, stretching his arms over his head and preparing to go out and get them

they couldn't have gotten far; after all, they were in his home territory, a place they'd never even visited before

he caught them within an hour or two, finding them shivering in the midnight cool of the savanna

grinning wickedly at them, he dragged them back to his house as they kicked and yelled and tried to get away

"That was a fun chase, babe! But I doubt you'd get much further than where you did. So try not to do it again, got it?"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul took a few deep breaths to calm himself when he found his darling missing from his room

he reassured himself that they couldn't have gotten far, smirking slightly to himself

they were, after all, a human trying to navigate the Coral Sea; while they'd been there once or twice, they'd never been near his home

he started to track them down, following the direction he knew they'd think would lead them to the college

he found them confused and shivering from the ocean cold, their eyes widening as he grabbed them in his tentacles, dragging them towards himself

he grinned at them and held them in his human eyes, glad that they actually seemed somewhat relieved to have him there

"Tsk tsk...I told you not to bother running. You got lost and cold now, right? Let me take you back home..."

Jade Leech

Jade was ever calm and collected when he noticed that his precious darling was missing from the room he kept them in

they'd managed to unlock the door without damaging it, avoiding the alarm he'd set on it

he contemplated going after them, but decided to wait another hour before he did

as he suspected, he found them curled up near the entrance to the deeper part of the Coral Sea

he chuckled and wrapped his long tail around them, pulling them into him as they sniffled slightly

to his surprise, they actually apologized for trying to run, shivering slightly and leaning into him

he smiled wider when they explained they couldn't bring themself to actually leave, especially since they'd get lost

"Ah...well, I'm glad you learned your lesson, my pearl. Next time you want to go on an adventure, I'll come with you."

Floyd Leech

Floyd panicked initially, searching through the room to hopefully find his darling hiding in the room itself

once he recognized they were gone, he seethed inside; he knew his loving darling would never leave him after all

someone must have taken them away from him, so he of course had to go rescue them!

he started to look for them near the entrance to his and Jade's underwater home, eventually moving beyond that into deeper parts

he found them relatively quickly, hearing them shivering and sniffling in the darkness

he grinned and pulled them into his arms, squeezing them tight as he quickly swam out of the deep

"There you are! Jeez Shrimpy, I know you're super lovable, but try not to get kidnapped again ok? It was kinda hard to find ya!"

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia sighed in mild annoyance when he noticed the door to his little darling's room open

then he grinned, realizing he hadn't had a good game of hide-and-seek in a long time

The Briar Valley was not a human-friendly place, after all, not even for the partners of fae

all he'd had to do was ask some of the fae living near his home if they'd seen a lost little human

he found his lovely darling pretty quickly, maybe within a half hour; they were trying to find their way along the forest path when he finally popped up next to them

he grinned at their distressed but unsurprised expression as he grabbed their hands, starting to pull them back to his home

"Nice try, dearest, but there isn't a place in this valley you can hide from me! Next time, why not go further? Ah, but of course there won't be a next time, will there?"

Silver

Silver groaned in annoyance when he got home only to find his dorm room door open

sure he hadn't really bothered to add more than like, two locks, but he assumed his darling would be used to it by now

he sighed and pulled on his jacket, going out to look for them since he knew they had to be close by; they couldn't have made it back to the mirror room without someone noticing

he started checking the woods surrounding the Diasomnia dormhouse, following familiar footprints

he found them huddled up under a tree, desperately trying to find their way in the thick foliage

sighing, he pulled them up and into his arms, carrying their defeated form back to his room

"You know, if you wanted my attention that bad you should have said...I have no issue spending time with you."

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

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spice-chan · 3 years

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Ethereal

Yan!Dragon King!Bakugou Katsuki x Water Nymph!f!reader

The water nymphs send an unusual peace offering this year...

Warnings: Reader sent as a peace offering so feelings of objectification are present. Yandere themes. Possessiveness. Yandere bakugou but only becomes outwardly yandere towards the end. Death (killing). Not too descriptive about wounds though, although they are mentioned (not inflicted on reader). Bakugou is a bit of a douchebag at the start.

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tags: @angie-1306 (your ask got deleted but thank god you werent on anon) @axther @reddriot

A bundled-up body was dropped under his throne, the body writhing and trying to get muffled screams to be heard.

“My king, the water nymphs made a peace offering. She was dropped off in front of the castle entrance.”

Bakugou’s rich red eyes calculatedly glanced down, breath hitching for a second at the beauty of the roped female—a water nymph. An offering to him. His eyes made contact with yours, seeing the clear defiance and disdain in them, but he knows this look, behind made walls of resistance and will of steel is a petrified woman afraid of her fate. How unfortunate for you. Your eyes were wide and glassy, cute in their attempt at conveying anger, brows furrowed in a glare that merely made Bakugou smirk in amusement. Your mouth, even with the rope muffling every sound you made, clearly showcased a pair of sweet and kissable lips.

The nymphs who sacrificed you did you no favour as well, for they left you scantily dressed, leaving you exposed to the hungry eyes of dragons around you, irking Bakugou slightly that others are looking at his prize.

He left his throne, languidly walking up to you before crouching down to inspect you, to see what’s so special about you. The water nymphs never usually offered one of their own in their attempt at maintaining neutral peace. This ritual which they adopted since ancient times became nothing more than a nicety, they usually offered rare fish, nuts, never a full-fledged nymph, and an attractive one at that. Perhaps the fact that Bakugou, the most renowned dragon shifter finally claimed the throne made them feel unsettled. For his savage and bloodthirsty need to be the absolute best was second to none.

His calloused palms took a hold of your face, ignoring your attempts at deflecting his hold as his massive palm dwarfed your face and made it plenty clear he can easily crush you. He inspected your face from different angles, seeing nothing extraordinary. He took this opportunity to feel up your soft skin which had been tempting him ever since he noticed you laying helplessly on the floor. He then confirmed the validity of the rumours that claimed water nymphs had skin supple and silky as water. It felt like he was running his finger across the surface of a ripple, a mere dip of his finger could breach the surface.

Heh, you’re kinda pretty. So very different from draconian women, who had thick builds paired with excellent survival skills and shifting abilities, but you...he bets it was so easy to overpower you and wrap you up nicely for him to unpack his gift.

He lifts you, his muscles bulging and tensing, proving that carrying you was not a struggle to him in the slightest.

He ignores your useless thrashing, kicking and resisting like a wild bird held in a tyrant's hand. Its wings contained and nails not doing any damage, freedom seeming further and further away. He walks with you on his shoulders, his massive, hulking shoulders.

Soon enough, the rowdy chatter of the men becomes scarce, and their figures even more so, making you double your efforts in trying to escape the tyrant lumping you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Tsk, keep bein’ a brat and I’ll have to tie your shitty hands.” He turned his head to look at you as he said this, cementing his statement with a fiery glare that only infuriated you further.

He ignored any protest you made after that, walking with you and entering a wing that looked to be heaven-sent from the sheer luxury, gold highlights emphasized in every corner, treasures and artefacts littered around the corridor in a painfully tidy and organised to the very centimetre, clearly they got shined twice a day. However, the further he ventured, the more the previous shine lost its glory, it appeared clean, however, the stark contrast to the speckless shine from before was clear.

Bakugou stopped in front of the grandest door, he twisted the golden doorknob, finally appreciating your quietness. You couldn’t help it, you weren’t particularly rich back home, so to see this reincarnation of decadence really has your eyes glassing, bright in some semblance of joy, you forgot your situation for a second.

You were rudely reminded when you were dumped down on a hard surface.

“OUCH, YOU ASSHOLE.”

When you looked down, however, every profanity disappeared from your tongue as it twisted in awe. You were thrown on a pile of fucking treasure. A huge, mountainous pile of glittering gold and brandished silver, rubies, and every single gem one could imagine.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, scowling at how much he liked the view of you on top of his hoard. He smirked, feeling prideful and accomplished until he noticed that the walls of fury and fire you built up ever since he saw broke in the worst way possible. Your face was scrunched, it felt like your cheeks were lit aflame in humiliation as tears streaked down your adorable face.

Bakugou felt like the biggest douchebag to walk the earth.

You brought your knees closer and hid your face behind them, body shaking as you sobbed. Your tribe sent you as a peace offering, not caring for the slightest about your well being and fate, and now you're stuck here with a brute of a king who has no qualms with treating you like a glorified piece of jewellery. You didn’t want him to see this side of you this soon, you didn’t want him to see how petrified you are, how weak and defenceless you are compared to him. You wanted to rivers of anguish gushing from your eyes to stop, but they wouldn’t.

“Hey…” he tried to console you. It was a poor attempt from an unpractised dragon.

You tried to speak, navigate around that lump in your throat to shout at him, tell him to leave you alone, but your voice failed you just like everything tends to.

You felt him clumsily try to lift your head in a gesture that fell between a forceful demand and a soothing touch. What is up with him now?

You relented and showed him your puffy eyes, glistening eyes, looking at him with trembling lips.

“Tch, stop crying! You—you’ll get snot and tears all over my hoard.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because a fresh batch of tears came, staining the apples of your cheeks.

“Fuck—no. I didn’t mean that.” Your sniffling was reduced to mere hiccups, break down halting at the sight of the most feared man on the earth, the legendary dragon king bakugou, most hardened warrior and skilled shifter, attempting to apologise.

“Shit—I wouldn’t have to be so rough if I knew it bothered you this much.” He pouted, cheeks turning a shade of red that seems almost adorable, turning away from you to scowl at the floor.

Fuck, his mother taught him better, yet the sight of you made him forget any semblance of manners, eager to get his hands on you and away from the prying eyes of people to who you didn’t belong.

An innate sense of possessiveness engulfed him, one that can only be appeased with you sitting on the one place most intimate and guarded by him: his hoard.

But, he’ll tone it down until he gets you more pliant and accepting.

“Stay where you are.” He simply commanded before walking off.

You stayed there, mind urging you to run away, a foolish choice your pride keeps urging you to make. Runaway, in a castle heavily guarded, without having the slightest clue how to get to the exit.

Yeah, bad idea. You’re sure you aren’t welcome back ‘home’ anyway. The thought feels like a sharp dagger slicing your heart, taking its time carving the pain into you.

Soon enough, Bakugou is back, trying to tone down his intimidating aura, but to no avail, for he noticed you shrinking at the sight of his hulking figure. It stung him a little, making his frown a little tighter.

“Come with me,” he said curtly, then walked swiftly out, his cape swishing behind him, making you scramble to follow him, struggling to keep up with his fast steps, frustration slowly rising like bile up your throat and making it harder to stay silent and compliant.

He took you out of the castle, ignoring the curious looks to the best of his ability, but before he could step a foot outside the gate, he grits his teeth in anger and took off his cape. He bundled you in it and lifted you, once again, like a sack of potatoes. But you were too busy feeling like you were lit on fire as you realised that you were walking around in the outfit you were donned in or lack thereof. You buried your face in the fabric, unintentionally making a sound that’s caught between a groan and a whimper.

He walked behind the castle, climbing places with you on his back until he got to where he needed to be

When you arrived, however, you are almost glad you didn’t voice your woos. The sight before you was breathtaking, so much so that your previous plights evaporated even if for a minute.

The scenery was breathtaking, it was a cave, and in the corner, if it was a treasure pile, except merely saying it's a pile was an understatement as it was a mountain in its own right. The hoard you saw back at the castle was incomparable. But that’s not what truly captured you. As he led you further in, you realised the true purpose of this journey.

There was a medium-sized pool, wide enough to fit comfortably in the cave without hogging up all the space, but deep enough that even Bakugou with his stature could enjoy a swim in it. It was clear too, so clear you felt like you could dip your leg in it and see through your very own flesh, that it would make your skin translucent. It was a shade of blue one could only dream of seeing, and after doing so would live their life content.

Perhaps you were biased, seeing that it’s in your very nature as a water nymph to be needing close contact with water, and to be enamoured with it.

All rationale left you though, needing for the water to cleanse you of all your stress and pain, and so bakugou’s cape slipped off your shoulders and hit the floor, your figure leaving it behind as you approached the water and slipped inside. You felt a rush of dopamine override all the negativity inside of you, feeling the water hug you, surround you, shield you.

“So it's true, huh?”

You almost forgot he was here, but Bakugou didn’t forget about you, not even for a second. He was watching you, fascination swirling in his pupils as your expression melted to one of near happiness, heart lurching with every cute expression you made, that *he* caused.

“What is?” You replied, turning in the water to face him.

“That water nymphs live such carefree lives because they spend them inside ponds and lakes.”

You scrunch your nose at that, unable to fathom the exact meaning of his words but having an idea. “We don’t live carefree lives. Not all are given that luxury, at least not me.” You said, giving him a once over with a glare to signify that he’s the problem. He’s the root cause of your misery, Bakugou doesn’t know how to feel about that. It’s quite unfortunate really.

He shrugs his shoulders and reverts to his default face, feigning nonchalance.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like much goes on in your ditzy head.”

You felt your face warm, could very well hear the aggressive thrumming of your blood as you gritted your teeth in anger. And you were about to unleash the full force of your fury until you heard wings flapping outside.

You turned your head, trying to take a glance at the disturbance, but your view was shielded by Bakugou, who moved unnaturally fast for someone who made it clear how nothing phases him. And not fast enough for you to think it’s a real threat.

He came back moments later with an attire you regretfully recognized.

No, scratch that, he brought several. Pale, light flowy dresses that are often worn by your people. Light enough that they wouldn’t mind an occasional soak in water.

Your anger dissipated, melting into confusion, then quickly becoming embarrassment as you realised you were comfortably standing in front of him in your underwear.

You should feel happy, but bile rose up your throat, the taste of humiliation clear on your tongue as you realised with distaste that he was indeed right, you did live carefreely. You also realised you won’t be able to live like that ever again, and that very realisation brought tears to your eyes once again.

“Tch, just take one and wear it. I don’t need you crying again.”

Your face fell, and Bakugou felt his heart twinge a little when you responded with silence, looking at your sad face made him feel oddly protective. It’s probably because you were his treasure. Like his hoard right? He always needs his treasure to be kept in optimum conditions.

Having justified that to himself, he didn’t feel as weird now regarding what he was about to do.

While you changed into one of the outfits he got you, he dug through his hoard, knowing exactly what item he wanted to dig out. His fingers slithered through countless gold pieces, shining enough to cure a greedy man’s blindness. He finally found it, a delicate golden chain, but what demands attention is the ruby hanging from it. He brings a thumb to it, rubbing the rock appreciatively, liking the semblance of the colour to his eyes.

You coughed, signaling you you were done, snapping away his wondrous gaze from the necklace.

You looked really pretty in the dress, he’s got to thank Kiri for the speed run to the shops that he did. The light material hugs your skin, looking stretchy, yet form fitting that it hugged your body in a way that made Bakugou jealous.

You looked in your element now, but somehow the awkwardness still lingered in the air as you avoided his gaze.

Bakugo didn’t try to be subtle when checking you out, in his eyes, you were *his* whether or not that’s what he chose so he can at least check what he has right?

Bakugou didn’t pay heed to the slow spiral of his morals, of the things he worked so hard to uphold. His justifications were slowly manifesting into delusions.

He approached you, ignoring the way you tensed when he went behind you, turning around to question him, but he was quickly done. Your eyes caught the glistening red ruby hanging from your neck, the colour rich and deep like red wine. You didn’t hate it, but confusion swirled in your veins at his actions.

“Looks good on you.” The colour looks like my eyes, it reminds me that you’re mine.

Bakugo wasn’t sure why he held off on telling you what’s on his mind, he usually doesn’t hesitate once to tell the truth.

Your wide, glittery eyes stared up at him, trying but failing to hide their awe. The anger and resentment took a backseat to intrigue, so did he pick this out for you because he thought it would look nice on you? How strange of him.

He lifted a calloused finger up, face now cleared and relaxed that he looked pretty, not intimidating, not barbaric, but pretty. He caressed your cheek, smiling slightly when he felt how warm it was. It slipped off his face all too soon when he took the reins back. He squished your cheek, lips once again taking the shape of a sadistic smile.

“You look dumb”

Your features hardened, gaze narrowed in anger and hatred that it made Bakugou surprised. Surprised by how much he hated it, or by the sheer intensity? He didn’t have much time to dwell on his thoughts though, because a dainty hand flew his way and slapped his hand away.

“You-“ you nearly growled in anger, tears once again coating your eyes because of him. “You rude, barbaric, selfish, egoistical “jerk!” You shouted at him. Why were you this angry?

“Just when I think you might be a decent person.” You rub furiously at your eyes, shoulders slouched in disappointment as you disappeared deeper into the cave and out of his sight. You were always so naive and easy to fool.

Bakugou felt the full weight of your words weighing down on him, but he tried to shrug it off. He walked out, silently brooding with his thoughts until a servant came and delivered dinner.

He stood up, walking to you with tje food in his arms, hoping he could butter you up with it. He found you in the deepest part of the cave, face hidden behind your knees, unmoving.

You were sleeping.

He set the food down, bending down to try and confirm his observation, only for a remorse to hit him like a truckload after he saw the semi dried tear tracks. He didn’t have to be that mean to you. Maybe his dragon subjects can handle it because they have thicker skin, naturally, and they’re used to him. But you were just thrust into his life today and he’d been laying it thick on you. He’s coming to terms with his attraction to you and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

He nudged your shoulder, not wanting to test his voice right now, afraid it might be too gentle.

You stirred awake, your face relaxed and serene as you blinked blearily.

“Hm?” You rubbed your eyes, looking at your surroundings with confusion. Your eyes were red.

He wondered how much you cried.

He mumbled something unintelligible, you turned your gaze to him, the sleepiness now almost all gone.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Your tone was sharp and cutting, and your gaze, now devoid of all confusion, was similarly icy.

“‘didn’t mean to make ya’ cry.” You nearly believed him, nearly.

“What’s this? Another act to make me lower my guard? Well you don’t need to, I’m at your mercy. You can skip the pleasantries and just laugh at how pathetic I am.”

He stared at the floor, well, *glared*.

“You’re not pathetic.” He simply said, glaring at you in a way that dared you to challenge him”-and I’m not going to laugh at you.”

He could speculate about his feelings all day, drown in this euphoria of infatuation, hate you for making him weak but one thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to hate him. He wants your eyes to look at him in wonder again, to admire him and fill him with endless pride, to maybe smile at him, he hasn’t seen you smile yet but he bets it’ll be gorgeous.

It’s only because he wants his treasure to be in optimum condition, nothing more, nothing less.

“Then why do you go out of your way to demean me?” You questioned accusingly.

“I don’t, that’s just how I am, you’re going to have to accept it because you’re not going anywhere.” Dread filled you, knowing your days would be filled with humiliation, mocking words echoing in your head like an endless loop.

You stayed silent, accepting your fate because what else could you do? At least you got your greatest companion to keep away the loneliness; water. He once again waited for a response that never came, and he stood up with a sigh, stretching his limbs.

“Just eat your food. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

He said, hanging his cape around him once again, reminding you just who he is, making it flutter behind him as he left you all alone.

He was back early the next day, he found you asleep inside the pool, your head resting on your folded hands on the ledge. The sight had his worry spike so much that a vein was visible on his forehead. He woke you up and scolded you.

And then he proceeds to lay food in front of you, climbing up to sit on top of his hoard to watch you while you eat, not minding the fact that his gaze was sealed on you for minutes, nor the fact that at some point you scolded him for making you uncomfortable.

You didn’t like the glint in his eyes.

In the afternoon he was back with blankets, pillows and other gifts, hoping to sooth the raging waves of your ire. Trying to convince you that he isn’t that bad.

After a while, his daily visits, gifts…reluctant kindness was all you knew. You were starting to let the memories of your home slip, you were accepting the fact that the previous bonds you forged were inevitably breaking. You were accepting the fact that you’re now stuck in a cave as glorified treasure.

And it showed, the sadness on your face would linger, numbness in your tone. Even the water was suffocating.

“CAN YOU STOP ACTING SOULLESS?” And Bakugou eventually couldn’t take it anymore.

You turned to him, no longer was there a fire raging in your eyes. He’s losing the girl he met in his throne room on a fateful day. He no longer cares whether he has to bare his raw feelings to you, the intimidate, gushy, soft, mushy feelings he feels every time he sees you. He wants to hold you everyday, not like you’re an exotic treasure, *but his* treasure. He wants you have his hatchlings with you, and he wants to see you smile at him.

“Why should I?” You replied with dullness, not particularly moved.

“Because…” he looked constipated, his lips clamped together while his cheeks were dusted a cherry red.

“Because?” You didn’t get it. You’re just like a piece of jewelry right? Why does it matter if you become quiet and compliant?

“Because I love you.” He said softly, too softly for someone who looks as rugged and rough as him. Now that broke your composure. Your eyes widened, surprise painting your features as the dragon king Bakugou Katsuki just confessed to you. The greatest soldier in the land, the most terrifying shifter.

He cupped your cheeks, softly stroking the skin, appreciating the soft texture against his scarred hand. His face was so red, even his ears but he was smiling. He was smiling so hard that you wondered whether this was the same person. “I love you, I want you to be happy.” He said, now louder, prouder and more confident in his honeyed words.

You slapped his hand away.

“I don’t believe you.” You cruelly stomped on his confession, making his smile fall.

“But why? Have I not treated you well? I’ve never cared about someone as much as you”

“Prove you love me.” You challenged, staring him in the eye before adding.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t though.”

You turned around and walked away from him, but he decided that wasn’t the end of the conversation and he grabbed your wrist.

“How?!” Frustration was evident in his voice, but so was desperation. He was genuine about wanting to prove his love to you, what would people think if they saw the great dragon king behaving like this over a woman?

You ripped yourself from his hold and spat “figure it out.”

He came back at the dead of night, grunting, laughing and calling your name. You stirred from slumber, eyes fluttering open and peaking out from the blanket you cocooned yourself in. Yoy felt a hand brushing the hair away from your face, lips pressing to your forehead before the fog cleared away to reveal a bloodied Bakugou.

You screamed, scrambling to move away from him, but he held you back, keeping your supine form in place. With his arms on either side of you, not only holding your arms in place but also supporting his weight above you as he stared down at you like some sort of predator.

He laughed heartily, and if he wasn’t drenched in blood you’d find it kind of cute.

“What? Ya’ scared of a little blood? That’s cute.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, asking shakily whose blood it is.

His eyebrows rose, humming at your question before a cocky smirk took over.

“You’ll see. This will show you for sure that I love your bratty ass.” He got off you, walking towards the entrance of the cave, dragging a lifeless figure with him before discarding it carelessly in front of you.

It was the chief of water nymphs. Her old and withered frame looked pale and lifeless, yet brutal gashes littered her body.

“She was the one who sent you here, right?”

You wordlessly nodded, eyes glued to the corpse in front of you.

“I couldn’t set you free, ‘cuz I loved you, I won’t stand to have you around. But she hurt you a lot didn’t she? If she didn’t send you here as simply a peace offering, I would have found my way to you eventually and fell in love with you anyway. I don’t keep you because you’re another treasure on my hoard.” Despite the flaw in his justifications, his manic ramblings and his lovesick eyes, you weren’t repulsed, you weren’t mourning the death of the monster who sent you as a peace offering for objecting to her new rules.

No. Maybe you’re as fucked up as he is, but in a moment of pettiness, you turned to him and smiled.

You weren’t sure whether the redness on his cheeks were blood or a blush. But his eyes were looking at you like you were a miracle, a shining star, it’s like he had heart for eyes but who can blame him? Who can blame the wild thumping of his heart, that’s hammering against his ribcage like a woodpecker does to a tree? He finally got to see you smile.

“Do you believe me now?” He said, leaning closer to you, his eyes looking misty, glistening like the ruby on your neck.

“I do, Katsuki.” You replied, letting your eyes hold his own as you also moved closer to him, cupping his cheek, hand tangling in his surprisingly soft hair.

He was mesmerised, breath lost at your soft touch. The only physical contact he’s had before was when he was out in the field slaughtering enemies, hurting, grabbing. Not being caressed, because that’s soft and he’s never done soft until he met you.

You pecked him softly, lovingly. But you soon moved towards his ear, whispering carelessly.

“You know this could cause war with the forest creatures, right? You broke a centuries long treaty.”

He growled, giving you a bloodied grin. “Whatever those shitty extras throw at me, I can handle it. They wouldn’t pick a fight with me if they are smart.”

You squeezed his bicep, marvelling at how hard it was, he’s not infamous for nothing.

Is that all it takes to win you over?

You looked down at the chief, or ex-chief. You could still remember her cold, cruel grin as she saddled you up, to make an example out of you. No one questions her rule, no one has the right to, even if she endangers them, even if she takes the land that they always freely enjoyed.

Yeah, maybe that’s enough, you believed him. Or maybe you’re picking your own poison.

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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# I ROB AND I K!LL TO KEEP HIM WITH ME

“do anything for that boy.”

yandere!reader goes up against them | Yandere!Mikey, Koko, Ran, Wakasa

warnings: gender neutral, punching, kicking, actual fighting between the reader and characters mentioned below, yandere, stalking, yandere!reader directed towards someone besides characters mentioned below, cussing, fighting dirty, threats of death, reader getting manhandled severely, reader is a member of Toman in Mikey’s part, mentions of reader’s darling being beaten, blood, brief mention of broken bones, long post.

anon said: “A request for Yandere Mickey, Wakasa, Ran and KoKo where their Yandere for reader but reader is Yandere for someone else- they try to kill who the reader is Yandere for and end up having to go aginst Yandere reader.Could I add in that Yandere reader would match them in a fight? Like Yandere reader is someone who could possible beat them I hope this request makes sense!”

song: can’t remember to forget you by shakira (ft. rihanna)

photo cred (left to right): 1 3

MIKEY → “Don’t fuckin’ do this!” He spat.

He caught you following some rat around, your love for them blinding you. You hadn’t seen them attacking the members of Toman, or trying to get Mikey killed. You couldn’t have cared less because you were so in love.

You were so in love that you hadn’t noticed Mikey following you around. He was there practically all the time, feet away as you swooned over some idiot. And he decided that he couldn’t allow it to go on for any longer, so he took it into his own hands.

He had you pinned, his fingers curled tightly around your wrists. His leg tossed over your hips, you couldn’t get up no matter how hard you bucked. His chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat rolling down his neck from having fought you. He thought he couldn’t take you. But somehow, he managed.

You kicked and screamed, trying and almost succeeding to throw him off—but not quite.

“You need to stop,” he said quietly, breathing ragged as he put all his weight onto you. You didn’t think he’d be heavy enough to hold you, but again, he managed. “You’re fighting us—me! Over some guy you don’t even know.” His words were rushed, slurring together as the pain in his mouth subsided. You had socked him in the jaw hard enough to bring him to his knees. He was sure he had broken something, but it would have to wait for later.

“Who cares?” You bit back, panic gradually setting in as you heard the sounds of your darling struggling mere feet away. You had come to rescue them. Even when Mikey told you that they were no good, you didn’t listen. You couldn’t. “Get offa me so I can save them!”

“God!” He grunted, lifting your arms up momentarily to get a better grip before slamming them back down. Your back hit the ground, leaving you sputtering for air as you began to cry, desperately trying to bargain with him; telling him that you needed to save your precious person. But it only served to anger him further. “Toman’s your family, I’m your ”—he cut himself off, unable to voice what he truly thought—“Forget it. But m’not letting you stop us. We’re getting rid of them and you’re gonna watch.”

His expression became blank as you lashed out, thrashing wildly beneath him. You tried to grab the knife that he had dislodged from your grasp minutes prior, but he kicked it away, leaving you completely defenseless. You called out for your person, having to hear them groan and gasp for air as they got the shit beaten out of them by Draken.

And all the while, Mikey held you down and made you listen. Mumbling every now and then about how you couldn’t leave Toman, and how it was your duty to stay by his side.

KOKO → His face was beginning to swell, having been beaten by you upon hearing what he had to say. He had told you that your darling didn’t love you and even provided proof in the form of a tape that showed them kissing another person. You had only walked into his hideout because he told you that he was holding your beloved hostage. When you got there, your person was nowhere to be seen. But in front of you was a large screen with amazing quality footage and surround sound audio.

But on the screen was what seemed to be live footage of your darling tied up and begging for mercy. Inui sitting ideally beside them with an array of sharp tools to use.

Koko tried to tell you that the person you loved was no good, and that they needed to be taken care of. But you just wouldn’t listen, so he had no choice but to have his men come and restrain you. You were hard to still, but he managed. His eyes downcast as he glanced at your kneeling form, your arms intertwined with two men who were much larger than you. You no longer stood a chance now that the playing field was uneven.

But you both knew that you could’ve taken him if only it had been a fair fight.

“They wouldn’t do that.” You mumble, glaring at Koko through the blur of your tears. You struggled to swallow over the lump growing in your throat. “They...they wouldn’t do that. They love me—”

He grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head and watching your tears fall. He thought you looked rather gorgeous like this. And he was glad to be the case behind it. A twisted sense of pride swelling in his chest.

He had paid your darling to mess around with someone else and tape it so that he could make you watch. And they happily agreed, having known nothing of your existence. You hadn’t the guts to confess, so you stuck to following them around whenever you could. And Koko knew only because he had sent his men to watch over you when he wasn’t around. When he found out that you had feelings for someone else, he knew he had to do something. So he used his money without a second thought.

And now here you are, sitting in front of a large screen, having to watch your darling writhe in 4K HD. You are forced to kneel to the strength of those surrounding you, Koko bent at the waist and stared into your eyes intently. Your stomach churning as you hear the grunts and groans of the person you hold most dear.

“They don’t love you,” he said, eyes narrowing at the sight of your trembling lower lip. “Never have, never will.”

You were about to unleash a fresh wave of tears but he shushed you quietly. “S’okay.” He cooed condescendingly, a subtle smirk on his lips. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? Because I love you. And you love me.”

You shook your head, gradually bowing as a sense of helplessness washed over you.

“Uh uh, chin up.” He tapped your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact. “You want them to live, don’t you?”—you nodded solemnly, sniffling as he grinned—“Well then, you better start acting like it.”

RAN → He had noticed your attraction to the person immediately. He thought he would let you fantasize a bit until you grew tired of them. Then he would swoop in and show you that he was much better than them. But you never did grow tired of them, eventually going as far as to scare off any potential suitors and worm your way into their life more and more everyday.

He couldn’t let it continue so he easily snatched them up the one time you weren’t looking. He lured you out by threatening to get rid of them, and you foolishly came, completely unaware that he too shared obsessive feelings—but towards you. Similar to the attraction you had towards your person, something you were so, so oblivious to. And it was going to cost you.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face, baton in hand as he swung it casually between his long fingers.

You were being held down by his brother, arms held behind your back as your heavy breathing began to kick up dust from the ground below. Your lungs burned, eyes glaring ahead at Ran. “You… you promised a fair fight.”

He had. But he knew just as well as you did that if he took you up in a fight, there would be a possibility that he would lose. And he couldn’t take that chance. So he invited you out, promising a fair fight just as you said. But when you were on the verge of winning, Rindou jumped you from behind. He tackled you to the ground. You had been left beaten and battered, too exhausted to fight now that you were outnumbered.

“You know I don’t fight fair,” he said. “Not even for you, sweetheart.”

A chill ran down your spine at the nickname, his tone giving off a sense of closeness that you didn’t notice before. It irked you. You had nothing to say, feeling utterly hopeless. But he didn’t mind, choosing to continue his spiel.

“You know what I wanna hear, don’t you?” He gave his baton another experimental swing as though to see how well he could use it. “You better tell me or else you’re precious lil’ friend here is gonna get hurt, understand?”

You couldn’t stand that this had been the way things panned out. You knew that you would’ve won had he played fair, but he didn’t.

Just feet away was the trembling figure of your darling, groaning and babbling on and on about mercy. Ran knew of no such thing, raising his bat in the air and—

“Don’t!” You shouted, voice hoarse. A sick smile curled on Ran’s lips as he watched you plead so desperately with him. “Please! I—I’ll…” your voice cracked as your resolve vanished into thin air. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

WAKASA → You honestly hadn’t known of his existence, far too infatuated with your darling. You were doing so well with them too, able to score a date without any kind of threatening or pressuring. You had, however, done a bit of research on them by following them home every night and then, which Wakasa definitely took notice of. He also took notice of how happy you seemed to have gotten a date with said person.

But the same night you managed to win them over, you had received a text from an unknown number telling you to come to an unnamed location or else. You thought to ignore it, but then they sent a photo of the person you loved most—their face all battered and bloodied. You immediately raced over to the location, scrambling around and looking for your person.

But then you ran into Wakasa. And before you could even think of putting up a fight, he knocked you off your feet. Watching with mild interest the way you sputtered and coughed, trying to catch your breath. He didn’t give you the luxury, kicking you in your side.

“Sorry,” he said monotonously. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t actually feel any remorse. “Can’t risk it. ‘Cause I know you’re a good fighter and all.”

You were fast, but he was much faster. And to make matters worse, he never once allowed you the time to retaliate.

When you finally got to your feet, he was able to push you down with ease. He played dirty to win, making sure you were too weak to fight back. And albeit cruel, he justified the action in his mind by mentally promising to treat you well after it was all said and done.

You were certain that you had lost consciousness at one point because you hadn’t even caught a glimpse of your beloved. And your head was hazy, eyes blurry, and mouth dry. You thought that your ribs could have been broken. And vaguely remembering begging someone—begging him—not to move you because it hurt so much. He only shushed you, promising you something amongst the ringing in your ears. You couldn’t quite place what was said, but you knew it was something along the lines of a sweet nothing. You could only fear for your beloved, wishing that you had been able to defend them.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Remember that Beast!Reader fic with the yandere prince? I loved that one! Can I please request ‘Tears’ from your prompt list for this please?

I was thinking that maybe a few years pass by while the reader is still stuck in beast form, but during that time the person appointed as an alternative caretaker for the reader (obviously the prince can’t be around ALL the time if he has to maintain his kingdom and keep up his image) slowly starts forming a friendly relationship and with even something as small as a forehead kiss to the beast, it is enough to break the curse. But the two don’t get enough time to celebrate before the prince barges in👀

I’m uncomfortable with nsfw and anything too sexual but I enjoy the creepiness and horror that follows a yandere character so I hope you can write it like that please😭🥺 Oh! And please let there be some hope that the reader will either be saved or she saves herself. Even better if the reader decides that she wants to save herself and the boy who broke her curse🤩

Thank you! So sorry if I’m requesting a lot😭🙏

Oh, my sweet little anons, when was the last time I gave you a happy end, huh? But thanks for requesting a continuation, I am glad you all enjoyed it so much ^-^ What a good idea you had there!

Tears - “Sweetie, don’t cry.. they didn’t love you as much as I did.. I’ll help you over the heart break.”

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Panting, you urged your legs forward, always one step further than you made at a time. The chilly night air burnt in your lungs, and your bare feet were icy and wet from the forest ground, but neither you nor the person holding your hand so gently in his thought about stopping. Only wrapped in a big rag, you should have been cold, but when he squeezed your hand encouragingly, you believed you could manage it all.

It hadn’t been too long since you started your way on foot down the hill the old castle sat upon. Sooner or later, the prince would find out you escaped, and surely, they would also notice your Beloved having fled the scene. There had been no reason for him to stay. Losing you was enough to get sentenced to death, his lifeless body thrown into a bog rather than buried. So why wouldn’t he leave with you? There certainly was no reason for him to stay in the wretched service of the king.

But sooner or later, they would come for you, that much was sure.

So, you two had to hurry, but even so, you couldn’t keep from smiling, especially when he looked back over his shoulder, his warm, green eyes shining without any regrets. You two had known each other far too little, but he never once hesitated to show you his affection for you, even when you still were the hideous atrocity that you had turned into to escape the prince for the first time.

Perhaps, everything that happened was fate. Even if it had been harsh and awful, it happened so that you two could meet and start a better life together somewhere new. Even if you wished now that you two could have met under different circumstances, now, you didn’t regret your life from before anymore. Now, you could simply look ahead to the future that waited for you.

Or so you thought; you should have known better.

The soaring of arrows pierced through the silence of the night. One hit the bark of the tree before you, fire spreading from its alcohol-soaked peak. Your eye widened, as did you’re companions, and you soon found yourself ducking as another one flew over your heads.

You couldn’t spare a second to look back over your shoulder as you two urged onwards, picking up the pace. Your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew that you had to go faster and faster, or else you or he would get hit. It were moments like these in which you wished you were still a beast. One which could run faster than any arrow. One that could fight and protect what was important to you. But that was no longer, true love’s kiss having sealed that specific fate already.

It was too late when you realized that the arrows so far had not been to stop you two from getting away. Instead, as they began to light up tree after tree, you realized they were there to banish the secrecy of the forest and make the dark disappear. At the same time, they made you two run into the directions your followers wanted you to go. If you looked back now, you knew who you’d see, no robbers smart enough to roam the forest around the prince’s castle, so there really was no reason for any other armed party to hunt you down.

And yet, you did, too afraid that if you didn’t, things would go way worse.

The moment you looked over your shoulder, another arrow flew past you, grazing your cheek. You knew where it would hit way before your companion cried out in pain, his hand letting go of yours as a reflex. He sank to his knee for a moment, cursing under his breath as you hurried to his side, seeing the arrow lodged in his shoulder. “Oh god,” you stammered as you sank next to him, hands hovering over the wound. “W-We can fix it, I’m sure, we just have to--!”

“There’s no time!” he interrupted you firmly as if he hadn’t just been shot with an arrow. Without wasting even another second, he got up again, grabbed you by the wrist, and moved forward. You caught a glimpse at his face, determination brimming from his features, but pearls of sweat collected at his forehead. He was clearly in pain, showing it in the way he held his own shoulder with his free hand, but he hadn’t given up yet. He would move on until you two were safe, and though you sympathized with his pain, you were so thankful he didn’t give up yet.

You two ran as fast as you could, but soon you couldn’t ignore the sound of armor behind you anymore, hooves trotting closer while torches lit up the forest more and more. It was almost spooky that no words were muttered, and you expected someone to call orders every now and then, but you had seen the clothes of your followers briefly; you knew who they were. The prince’s guards, clad in the finest silver and trained to the point of being nothing more than human dogs. They ceased speaking if not absolutely necessary, their eyes were soulless, and their hearts without a hint of benevolence. Them being after you could only mean one thing.

The prince wanted you back.

Another arrow getting stuck in the tree you just passed. You knew everything they did wasn’t fun but coldly calculated tactics. They wouldn’t hurt you. They couldn’t. Your cheek bleeding would probably cause one of them to get degraded to a chair for three months at least, so they really couldn’t afford to hurt you more seriously. But they did know who they could hurt you with. Someone whose pain would hurt you more than your own.

The next arrow missed completely, lost in the leaves on the ground. You two were running out of all the adrenaline you had, slowly and surely having exhaustion catch up to you. No! Please no! You begged the entities above that this wouldn’t be the end! There was so much more to live for, so much to see and experience! You wanted to be with your former caretaker, the only one who ever took you and your feelings seriously enough. You two could build a house and keep far away from the hustle and bustle of the cities, farming and taking care of livestock until the end of time. So please! Don’t let this be the end of it!

However, against your expectations, the one to collapse first was him. This time, the arrows didn’t miss, one hitting him in the lower back, one scarily close to his spine. Teardrops pearled from your cheeks as you fell into to mud with him, your hands scrapping along the roots and stones of the ground as you crawled back to where he laid, softly whimpering. Reaching for an arrow, you wanted to pull it out in desperation, but he began to cry out in pain before you could even start pulling.

“LEAVE!” he screamed. “LEAVE AND RUN!”

You couldn’t hold back the sobs hearing these words. “Please...” his hand reached for yours as he tried his best to look up to you. “Go, find a safe place to hide! Leave for another country and never come back!”

“No...” you sobbed, bringing one hand covered in mud and blood to your face. “I don’t want to leave you...”

“They are after you, not me,” he tried to reassure you, but you knew better. The sounds of their heavy footsteps drew closer and closer, and finding him, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill this ‘traitor’. If you went, then he’d die. But if you stayed and got caught, he’d die as well. No choice you could make would end happily for the both of you. “Please, go. I want you to-- ARGH!” Interrupted by his own scream, you began to panic, calling his name and shaking his arm, only to look up as a shadow was cast over you.

“[Name],” the prince sighed, relief showing in his face. He had this small, exhausted smile on his lips, happiness in his features as he looked at you. However, the moment he looked down at your companion, his face began to contort into a hateful grimace, his leg lifting once more to give your Beloved’s back a not-so-gentle kick. “No! Stop!” you cried, latching onto his leg as the kicks came down, your partner’s screams echoing through the forest.

“Don’t worry, I will get rid of the scoundrel who kidnapped you. I will save you! Just like I always do!”

“No! You’re hurting him! Stop it! Please... Please stop!”

Never had you imagined that you’d ever find yourself so low again that you’d beg the prince for something. Before, it had been for your life, but now, it was for the life of the only person that really mattered to you. “Oh, Sweetheart,” the prince cooed, his fingers finding their way under your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. “Don’t cry... he didn’t love you as much as I do. I’ll help you over the heartbreak once we’re done here.”

The prince let go roughly as he pulled his sword from his sheath as you fell to the ground next to your partner. For a moment, time seemed to stop as you stood up in a matter of seconds. Panicked, you decided to throw yourself in front of the sword instead, but a hand grabbed yours before you could. Looking down at your Beloved, smiling warmly and encouraging as he muttered the final words you’d hear from him.

“Go.”

It was like he set you free, even if your definition of free originally included him. “Eh, Darling?!” you heard as you took off in a second spurt of adrenaline, the prince screaming your name after you. But your mind completely shut off the moment you passed the last lit-up arrow, sinking back into the darkness. Everything was blurry, your vision stained with your tears that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you rubbed your eyes with your dirty hands.

Your feet must have started bleeding as you kept running faster and faster, but you gave them no mind, not even feeling the pain. All you felt was the wound in your throbbing heart, something that the prince couldn’t heal no matter how much he believed he could. You wanted to understand your former caretaker’s action, telling you to go rather than defend him. If you had been in his place, surely, you had done the same. But it was as if you were the one who got betrayed by yourself by running away. By giving up on something hopeless, you felt like you were betraying everything you had ever stand for. How pathetic you were, running, trying to get the better future you had hoped to build with him.

Next thing you knew, you stumbled as the ground gave away to a slope before you, your body tumbling down the wet leaves and sturdy roots, your skim getting scratched by the branches of bushes all around you. It was pure luck that your fingers closed around one big tree root the moment they did; otherwise, you surely would have fallen from the cliff that opened up beneath you, instead of just hanging on to it now.

Only now your ears regained their function, the rushing of waves sounding far too deep and far too rough beneath you as to simply be a river. Had you run all the way to the shore? Was it the big sea beneath you? Either it had been closer than you thought, or you did develop some superhuman abilities after changing into a beast.

Groaning, you tried to pull yourself back over the edge, the slightly forward-leaning stone not being any help in rescuing yourself. Even more so, you had to realize the light of torches drawing closer and closer by the second, while you still struggled to escape the death by falling into the unruly water from a great height.

“[Name]!” you heard the screech of your name, genuine worry resounding from it. The prince’s face was the last thing you wanted to see, especially as he looked so damn horrified at the sight of you barely holding on to the cliff. “Don’t move! I’ll pull you up!” he called as he slit down the slope as best as he could without falling himself until he reached you. It was strange. You should have been happy that you wouldn’t be dying. That someone would save you from this horrific fate.

But all you felt was pure despair.

If he pulled you up, then that would be it. He’d take you back, lock you up again and do as he pleased with you. Who knew if you’d ever get a chance on escaping again, especially if he made an example out of your previous companion about what would happen if anyone ever helped you. You’d have nothing left but to live your life as a mere plaything, captured by the prince that was so beloved by everyone, and you didn’t want to think about all the things he’d do to you now that you were human again.

His hands reached out, and you noticed them faintly in your vision. Your decision fell only seconds before he could grab you by the arms. It was too dark to see, too dark to even speculate how deep it was, but you decided it was better than becoming an empty shell of a person if you stayed with the prince.

No matter what would await you in the depths down below, it couldn’t be worse than being a subject to his twisted, self-righteous love, you decide. Letting go was easier than you thought, making you realize your body must understand this situation very well even if it might cost it its life. The face of the prince as you slipped from his grasp was a priceless last sight to see before you closed your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

Until your back hit the water, engulfing you wholly like the hungry, desperate maw of an animal. Deeper and deeper until it was everywhere, and only then you opened your eyes again for one last glimpse of the blurred light above.

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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Uhmmm hey I hope you had a nice day! I saw the reqs are open so I was wondering if you'd write yandere prompt 19 with Speirs? 🥺👉👈

TYRANT FOR A WAR PIG

Summary: When Speirs had made a promise to you he'd do anything for you; he not only meant it, but proved it-with blood on his hands. Prompt: "Killing for you is my favorite hobby."

Word-Count: 5.4k

Warnings: PLEASE READ! Sexual assault (not done by Speirs; but the rest is), blood, guns, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, stalker like behavior, violence, forced-ish marriage, oh and some suggestive parts (with consent bc consent is sexy) BUT this is VERY DARK. BE WARNED.

Notes: Hello anon-I had an okay day! I got a little carried away with this prompt. You asked for crazy and here is our murder daddy-with a tint of angst *knocks over the whole bottle*. Anyways, this was beyond fun to write. Now it's time to write my modern euro paper and drool about everybody's favorite war criminal. Enjoy! ❣️

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @easy-company-tradition @liebgotttme @50svibes @ricksmorty @pennyllanne

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With the sounds of muffled, pained grunts and the gurgling of blood in the room right next to year, you were finding it hard to focus on the ongoing game of Go Fish. You slugged in the uncomfortable chair as you looked down at your legs-your once neat red dress covered in dirt and all ruffled all, your neatly done makeup all smeared with a red mark on your cheek, and your thighs turning yellow-new bruises beginning to form.

Whenever you’d heard a noise, you’d shut your eyes and flinch. Right in there was not only your assaulter but a killer. He was a drunk replacement and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whoever this drunk replacement was, he had one thing on his mind-you. He held your arms down as you kicked and screamed, attempting to rip your dress open. You kicked, fought, spit, and did whatever you could to get the fiend off of you. He responded back and left you with purple and red marks all over your body and face. Chuck had been driving by and attempted to break the situation up, but was met with a shot to the head. You didn’t remember much of the events after that besides the screams and blood.

Talbert threw his cards down in frustration and buried his hands in his face. Luz, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, held back a frustrated sigh.

You looked up, and you could see Luz's face of frustration rotate into pity. There was a small cut right under your eye. The blood was dry, and you didn’t even care to wipe it.

“Come on, let’s just play cards. That sound good?” Luz bargained, holding up the cards. He was desperately trying to lighten up the mood and distract the two of you, a man who might lose his best friend and a woman who was sexually assaulted, away from the commotion in the other room.

Talbert was being stubborn and stood up to catch a breather. Luz let him go and turned his gaze back to you. You had a poker face on-a minute away from bursting into tears. Your arms were shaky and your eyes warm and watery as you grasped onto the ends of your torn dress at the commotion coming from the other room. It played out in your head-easy company, surrounding your bloodied and beat abuser, taunting him.

“Y/n,” Luz gently called. He stood right behind you, holding out a cigarette back.

You looked up and wiped your eyes. “M’fine.”

“Yeah, and I’m back in Rhode Island,” Luz held out a hand, “There’s a bedroom upstairs. I’ll make sure you are as snug as a bug.”

You accepted Luz’s kind offer and took his hand. He helped you up and led you up the dark stairs to one of the bedrooms. It was a small quarter with a floral wall print, pristine sheets, and slanted walls.

“There’s a shower and some fresh clothes. I mean, if you wanna be a paratrooper at least.” Luz stated, adding some of his humor. You faked a subtle smile and thanked him before he headed out, leaving the door creaked open.

Tears began to stream down your eyes. You fell back and buried your face into a pillow. You felt disgusted with yourself. You felt dirty, untouched, a total whore. It wasn’t your fault-but that didn’t mean you still couldn’t carry the guilt on your shoulders. As much as you fought back, you still came out traumatized, scared, alone. The screams, the blood, it was all too much. You just wished it would go all just go away.

As you found yourself unable to shed more tears, the loud sound of a door slamming open caught your attention with booming footsteps. You slowly rose from the pillow and rubbed your eyes, hopping off of the bed to peek through the crack. Talbert and Floyd before stood up to walk over to the incoming figure-Ronald Speirs.

Your heart dropped as your nails dug into the door. The infamous captain who gave out free cigarettes as a “last meal” to German POWs, the infamous captain who ran through Foy like the madman he was, the infamous captain nicknamed “sparky” and “killer, the infamous captain who was nice to nobody-except you.

You were terrified of him; yet intrigued. He certainly wasn’t afraid of the enemy and didn’t mind shooting at them. It seemed that nothing scared him, and everybody accepted that. He was a killer, and you were simply a soldier who hated seeing blood. And yet, somehow in the grand scheme of things-Sparky had an obsession with you.

The two of you were so different and yet he followed you around like a lost puppy. Maybe it was because you were the only woman and he felt obliged to look after you, but you never knew and simply played along in fear of becoming like a German POW. You were assigned to follow him around. You got used to him and noticed how he was a magpie and psychopath. He showed you kindness and wasn’t as harsh to you as other members of easy company, and was insanely attractive, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. Over time, you found it less scary to take a cigarette from him or be close to him.

You saw Speirs walk in with a blank face, but anger burning in his eyes.

“Where is he?”

Talbert stood up and walked towards him, “How’s Chuck?”

“I said-Where is he.” Speirs reiterated, sounding more annoyed.

“How is he doing?”

“Where is he!” Speris boomed as he shoved past Talbert and into the room. His scream made you jump, goosebumps appearing fresh over your body.

You were too far to hear the conversation, but you could hear Speirs’s low voice and the drunken replacement choking on his own blood. Once things had died down, your shoulders had loosened as you let out a sigh.

A gunshot rang through the room, causing you to jolt upwards. The sounds of a body thumping to the ground came from downstairs-and you knew what room it was coming from. Your heart sunk into your stomach as you came to realize what had just occurred.

The first night in Austria had sparked again in your mind. You and Speirs both sat on the Balcony, overlooking the beautiful Austrian lake and mountains that shimmered in the moonlight. There was a peaceful silence between you as Speris stood right next to you; dangerously close with his arm and legs breezing against your own arms and thighs. He made you look at him and he made a promise to you at the time that baffled you completely-but now had made sense.

“I would do anything for you,” He confidently stated, resting his hands on your shoulders. His thumb caressed the bare skin and went lower onto your back.

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden remark. Speirs’s dark eyes were burning into your soul. Feeling obliged you respond, you spat on what was on your mind.

“What do you mean?” Your voice shakes, along with your body. Was this it? What had you done wrong? It was better to accept that you were dead now.

Speris tightened his grasp onto you and pulled you close, “I would. I want you to know that, y/n. Understand?” He gently growled. Your bodies were close-and tight. You gulped and nodded your head. Once he loosened, you wiggled out of his arms and headed back into the ballroom with the rest of the drunken Easy company. You looked back once to see Speris standing there, a shadow covering half of his face as he looked at you-his features soft with an obsessed look in his eyes-like the way a hunter looks at its prey.

When Speirs had made a promise to you that he’d do anything for you-he not only meant it but proved it-with blood on his hands.

You could hear a silence followed by Speirs, asking Luz or Talbert where you were. With goosebumps overtaking your body, you stood up and backed towards the bed, gently sitting on it as you looked down at your shaking, bruised legs.

Oh, God-whatever mess you were in, you were certainly going to be stuck in it-especially with Ronald Speirs, who lived up to his childish nickname of “The Killer.”

The door slammed up and you jerked your head up to see “The Killer” in all of his glory. His hair had been ruffled and messed into its gorgeous glory, his shirt was two buttons loose and showed off the dark hair on his chest- His sheer appearance sent goosebumps all over your body. Once he entered the form, his gaze averted tight to you-unable to move with a fixed gaze.

“You’re here,” He said with a sigh of relief. Turning to close the door, he began to talk. “I was worried about you.”

You didn’t respond. Once the door clicked close, he threw his cap and gun to the bedside and sat right next to you. His fingers tenderly titled your head in his direction. You didn’t want to look at Speirs-and simply see what wrong he had done. You knew he was insane, but this-it was another step, especially since it was a personal matter. You attempted to yank your head away, but his grasp became firm.

Speirs’s thumb’s caressed the side of your cheek. “You’re hurt,” Speirs acknowledged. He seemed disappointed-you were left in a room all by yourself with no ice, bandages, nothing. He scooted closer to you, “Y/n. Answer me.” He pulled you closer to him, his voice in a low and dark growl. You grabbed his grist and shoved him off as you nearly fell off the bed, but caught yourself, and backed up against the wall.

“You killed him. Put a gun to his head and shot him-” You spat as bits of saliva came from your mouth. Your finger touched your chin to reveal a warm, red liquid. Looking down at Speirs’s hands, they were covered in them. It only made you feel more enraged than you already were. “-Murdered him in cold blood. You monster. How could you do that? Just shoot them and...” You buried your face in your hands as a sob escaped your mouth. It felt like someone was standing on your chest; the pain, the guilt, everything- it was unbearable.

Speirs knew that if he wanted, he could have held you down. But he didn’t want to do that, especially to you, his guardian angel. You had already been hurt tonight, and he didn’t want to add onto that by accidentally bruising you. He was well aware of his infamous reputation and power over others-everybody was scared of him, all accept you.

The two of you were opposites; one was a war criminal, the other someone who felt guilty for killing even if it was justified. You made Speirs believe that there was an ounce of good left in his world. You were the most beautiful woman Speirs that laid eyes on; your pretty pink lips, your soft (y/s/c) skin, your flowery scent, your long and soft locks, you must have been a fallen angel, lost in a wicked war. He was obsessed with you, and it became harder to hide his obsession with you-especially in Austria. He stole jewelry, expensive dresses, perfumes-anything to make you smile. Seeing your face brighten at the gifts made Speirs’s lip’s uncomfortable as a smile would form on his lips-which was uncommon. You were always beautiful, but in Austria-you were truly no longer an angel in disguise. You had blossomed and spread your wings.

Speirs rose from the bed and looked perplexed; like a lost puppy. He was saddened by your sudden jerk away, seeing the raw emotion and hypersensitivity that you displayed. Furrowing his eyebrows, he titled his head.

“Do you think a man like him deserved to walk around? Do you know what else he could have done, y/n? Would you want to see more dead soldiers and battered women?” Speirs coldly denounced, “Just another useless body of oxygen. And as for a monster,” He took slow steps for you, a low growl, “I’m no monster compared to him. Be careful with your words. Do I make myself clear?”

Like a stubborn and misconceiving child, you looked away and squinted your eyes, holding back your forming tears. Speirs was insane, but he had a point-the replacement had to be stopped, but it meant taking a human life. The blood was all over Speirs’s hands, and he had no issue with it. You, even though you had been hurt, did. And it frustrated you.

Speirs walked right up to you and slammed his fist into the wall. You jumped away at the loud noise and he exploded at you. “Do I make myself clear, damint!” He bared teeth, his face flushed red. You could feel his heavy breaths right on you, just a foot away. Fidgeting and sweating, you were scared. You backed away into another wall, your hair falling in front of your face. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold something for comfort. But once you couldn;t find them, the tears had finally overcome. Big tears ran down your cheeks as you let out a sob, falling down as you buried your face in your hands. Your world was finally dark-and all you wanted to be was ok and not scared, confused, alone-all those horrible feelings that you were currently stuck with.

Speirs saw that his fit wasn’t helping the situation. He saw that you were hurting, and he wanted to pull out a wand and make it all disappear, he wanted to see you smile again, but he didn’t know how to do that and it made him not only mad at the world but himself. It broke his stone-cold here to see you on the floor, sobbing your eyes out, a complete mess.

Speirs walked over and bent down your level. You hadn’t even noticed, lost in your loud sobs. He gently put his arms around you and brought you close to his chest. You had looked up from your darkness to see Ronald with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Instead of pushing him away and calling him a monster, you fell right into the monster’s grasp. The beauty falling for the beast. Falling in his chest, Speirs gently sighed as he secured you in his protective grasp, letting you sob into his chest as he stroked your [y/h/c] [y/h/t], comforting you.

Speirs's grasp was comforting to you. Unlike the replacement, his touch was loving and kind, not forced and harsh. He kissed your hair and stroked it, whispering soft reassuring words as you cried into his chest.

“Shhh,” He cooed into your hair, his fingers getting entangled in your long, silky locks. “You’re here with me, Mo ghràdh. I promise you that nobody will ever hurt you again-ever.”

Once your tears had faded, you leaned in his chest and looked up at him. A faint smile appeared on his cheeks as he caressed your cheek, his other hands playing with your hair, which smelt of the flowery perfume that he had stolen for you. The aroma drove him madder than he already was.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” He stated as he wiped away spare tears. You tried to look down in embarrassment, but he held your chin. “You truly are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Too kind and good for this world.”

“Thank you…” That is all you could mutter. You felt comforted and secure in Speirs’s hug. “I’m not innocent.”

Speirs bite a smile back, “You say that, but you are. This world is a terrible place, and they don’t deserve an angel like you. Too good, too kind, too pretty for this war.” His words were becoming possessive as he grabbed your head and held it to his shoulder, his fingers once again stroking your hair until it reached the middle of your lower back. “Have you heard of Hades and Persephone?”

You were confused at the analogy but nodded. “Hades, the lord of the underworld and Persephone is his wife, no?”

“Yes. Hades was alone in the underworld and saw Persephone on the surface, picking flowers. He was so in love with her that he took her down to the underworld. She was unhappy at first but grew to love him. She made him a better person,” Speirs told as he averted his gaze down to you. Once you realized the analogy, you felt your heart drop. Speirs had an interest in history and would blurt it out when he pleased. But now that it had affected you, and you didn’t know how to take it.

“Ron…” You said, speechless. Was this his confession?

“Y/n, my pretty little angel, I love you,” Speirs confessed with his pupils enlarged and cheeks red, his hand resting on your lower back as he pulled you close to his face, “From the first day I saw you, I knew I was in love. You’re too good for me, but just like I said, Persephone made Hades a better person.” His hand ran down your neck and noticed a fresh bruise, placing a kiss right onto it. “Isn’t it obvious?” His nose buried into your soft skin, “You smell nice. You’re wearing the perfume I gave you.”

“...you left that there?” You questioned. The dresses, the jewelry, everything had been left for you in your room-it was all from him?

“Of course, angel.” Speirs planted a kiss on your neck, “Remember the promise I had made to you?” He left a trail of kisses on his neck, leaving marks all over your pretty neck to make sure the world knew that you were his angel.

“Anything…” You held back a moan as he dug hands into his messy hair. His hands wrapped around your waist as they picked you up, taking you to the loveseat. He placed you down as he leaned on top of you, passionately kissing you. He loved to see you so flustered and red, caught in his grasp.

You looked down at him with your red face and stuttered, “That man…the one who hurt me...you…”

“Killing for you is my favorite hobby,” He stated with pride, “And I’d do it again for you, until the end of time. Nobody hurts you, ever.”

Your eyes widened with horror as your hands fell down into your lap. Speirs had shot him, for you. It was his way of expressing his sick and twisted obsession, or his “love” for you. He grabbed your hands and held them close to his chest.

“Say it,” He demanded.

“Say what?”

“Say you love me.”

You shook your head as Speirs’s face became dark once again. The kind and loving Speirs was forming into the possessive and aggressive one that had killed for you.

“Fine. You need time, I understand,” Speirs sighed and stood up, leaving on alone on the loveseat. Running a hand through his messy hair, he grabbed his hat and threw it back on. “You are to stay in this room and not leave for any reason”.

You rose through the chair, baffled. “What?”

“You heard me the first time. You will not leave this room under any circumstance.” He reiterated.

You shook your head and walked right past him, “You’re not my mother.”

Speirs grabbed your wrist and twisted you around to face him, a hand on your lower back.

“But you are mine. You listen to me, angel.”

Just as you were about to break away, a faked cough interrupted your intimate session. Both of you turned to see Eugene Roe, the quiet medic, standing at the doorway with widened eyes. He had seen most of everything that had occurred.

Speirs looked at him with annoyance, “Yes?”

Eugene looked at you with his big sad eyes before turning to Speirs, clearing this throat. “ We think ‘there's a docta’ in ‘da town ‘overah that can ‘help Grant. Rather go sooner 'than later.”

Speris sighs and nods. “Fair,” He let go of your hands and began to walk towards the door to leave, only to see Eugene look over at you. Eugene witnessed something he was not supposed to see occur, and now he was worried for you. You looked back at him, your eyes pleading for him to go, but he stood there and looked at you.

Speirs had noticed the strange behavior and tapped Eugene on the shoulder as he looked back at you. “Eugene, did you see y/n when she first arrived?”

Eugene looked over at Speris with a glance and nodded, “Yesir’. Why ask?”

“Because from the looks of it, she’s got cuts and bruises all over her body, and yet she doesn’t have a single bandage or ice pack.” Speris noticed with a disappointed look. “What do you have to say to that?”

“Sir, I had no idea-“ Eugene put his hands up, “I was dealing’ with a dying’ man while you were guilt tripping’ ‘day poor ‘girl ‘inta ‘luvin yah.”

Speirs towered over Eugene and was about to bark at him, but you interviend.

“Please, just go save Chuck’s life. That’s all I ask you to do,” You pleased with the men, “Ron, do it for me. Please..” Eugene looked at you as his eyes screamed for you to say no, but you exhaled and looked at him. “I love you…”

Speirs didn’t hesitate and pulled your head into his, leaving a quick peck on your forehead. “Oh, Angel...don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, you take care of yourself. Okay?”

You nodded and watched Eugene and Speirs leave the room. Eugene looked back, but Speirs grabbed his shoulders and forced him to walk on. You closed the room and leaned against it, letting out a sigh as you buried your hands on your face, wiping your red eyes.

You should have known this whole time that Speirs was in love with you-it was as clear as day. The gifts, the looks, everything-it was all for you. Now you were trapped in his gaze, unable to leave it. He had left marks all over your neck just to mark you as his and only his. The outfit you wore and the perfume were especially from him. He truly was in love with you, and you had claimed you were as well.

You wanted to love Speirs since he comforted you in your worst moments, but he was obsessed with you and would do anything to have you as only his.

But it didn’t matter. Just like Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds to tie herself to Hades, you had said those three fatal words that tied you to Speirs. There was no escaping or leaving. You were Speirs’s guardian angel, bound to him. His and his only.

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May 8th not only marked Victory in Europe, but it was also the date that Speirs had proposed to you in front of the company. You accepted, even though you hesitated to do so. In the crowd of drunken men, your eyes met with Roe’s worried ones. What you had wished was a rumor about Speirs shooting the drunk replacement wasn’t true-but it all was. The man refused to talk in front of you since you were his fiance, but that didn’t mean that their whispers weren’t loud enough for you to hear.

Speirs saw no time to wait to get back to the states and wanted to get married right in Austria. You simply stood there and smiled, just following along. The two of you had gone from technician to lientaunt, friends, lovers, and eventually, fiances in the span of five years, and yet even though he was your betrothed-you were still scared of him. You knew he’d never hurt you, but to think of the blood that stained his hands-all of the lives he took regardless if they were good or bad-it always made you think what he was capable of.

But you could tell that Speirs knew about the rumors and the fear he spread around. He could’ve been serious or could've done conversation actions simply for shock factor. With you, he wanted to spend every second with you, whether that be stealing new jewelry for you or drinking your days away in the Austrian sun. With you slung in his lap, he’d talk to you about the life he had planned for the two of you; a nice house in Massachusetts, a dog or two, maybe children, and some travel to Europe.

Sure, he knew that he was moving fast in your sudden relationship, but Speirs loved you more than anything in the world, and he made it clear. You truly did love him, but you found it hard too since he was a killer. He had no issue with violence and death. Maybe the war had made him numb, but down the road, it would affect him down the line-and so with you. How would you tell your family that your future husband was not only possessive of you and kept you always by his side, but that he was a war criminal? A killer-and prideful.

Your wedding was intimate and set by the lake. Everyone was dressed in their new uniforms, showered, and looking cut. You wore a white dress that had “magically” appeared in your bedroom-you knew it was Ron, but you chose not to ruin the surprise. He would, in his words, “borrow” outfits and bring them to you along with matching jewelry, shoes, and whatever accessory he could find for you. He refused to let you deny it and you simply wore the outfits.

Just like he had promised you a thousand nights ago, in his speech as he held your hands under the moonlight, he promised that he would do anything for you. Blood flashed upon your eyes and it made you look away. Once he had said his vows, it was your turn. Looking down, you could feel a sweat overcome you. In the busy crowd, Roe’s eyes met with yours. He always looked down, and became good at hiding it, but his eyes screamed “it’s not too late”. Ron squeezed your hands, impatient for those simple words that would bind you and him until your dying days.

You were conflicted-you loved Ron, yet you were scared of him. What he was capable of doing and his obsessive love for you.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at Ron and put on a smile to shield the nerves that ran down your body. “I do.”

And it was settled-you were a married woman. Ron pulled you close and placed a kiss on your lips, tender, but his tongue fought for entry. The company simply clapped and cheered for you. The two of you walked down the aisle, hand in hand to the reception.

Once the crowd had passed you, it was just Ronald and you, in the dark hallway. You looked to the side, thinking about your decision. Was it right, or were you walking into a death trap?

“Y/n,” Speirs said your name in a sweet voice. You looked over and put on a smile not to worry him. He took a minute to examine your features, the makeup you had put on, and the jewelry that he had stolen-just for you-his wife.

“Is Doc bothering you at all?” He questioned as he slowed down his walking to a full halt. “He kept looking at you.”

You felt your heart drop a little as you let out a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. “Not at all. He’s just a friend.”

Speirs looked annoyed with a dark look in his eyes, “He should keep his nose out of our business.”

“Ron,” You insisted. The last thing the two of you needed was another person missing or dead and more rumors to follow along. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

“Then stay away from him. He’s bad news.” Ron stated, his arm pulling you close to his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip. Eugene had done nothing wrong and was a case of the wrong place, the wrong time. He had tried to talk to you, but you distanced yourself. It was for his safety, not yours. Holding back a sigh, you looked at your husband and nodded.

“I will.” You lowly promised.

Ron’s gloomy expression twisted into a smile as he patted your head, placing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s a good girl,” His hand stroked the top of your head as he looked down at you in admiration, “I don’t mean to be so harsh-you know I’m just looking out for you.”

You fought the urge to use his logic against him, but you bite your tongue to loosen the tension. “I know you are, and I appreciate you making me feel safe. Thank you, love.” You caressed your knuckles against his sharp cheekbone. “Can we move past this now and celebrate?”

With no words spoken, you and Ron headed to the balcony to celebrate with your friends. It was full of alcohol and food. You and the company sat at a long table and drank, sang, and cried your hearts out. Ron and you had decided to leave early and headed back to your room. You wished you had stayed behind and had said hello to your friends, but Ron had dragged you out. He wanted the ceremony to be as small as possible, and it was time for you and him to have alone time. Ron was well aware of the situation that had happened recently. Seeing you walk down the aisle, all cleaned up and pretty for him, made him go mad. He made sure to be gentle with you, asking every minute if whatever he was doing was ok. He wanted to make sure that you were enjoying the experience. It was hard to be gentle with you, but he wanted to learn how to.

Your clothes had been thrown all over the floor along with the sheets. You laid near the headboard as Speirs held your hips, gently thrusting into you. Your moans and cries of his name and “Liteuant” made his cock throb. Despite everything he had done, in that moment, you loved him.

Blast, you were stunning, even in the dim lights of their bedchambers. Sweat glistened on your smooth skin, and your already-growing breasts that he had paid great attention to were still reddened, rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her hair was spread out in curls on the pillow, and your smile could warm a thousand worlds. And inside her lay would lay life that Ron would help create.

Ron didn’t balk down from his feelings. This was y/n, his wife. And in this moment, despite the confusion and fear, he was glad to be with her.

“Then they would be jealous,” he told her, thrusting back and forth. “Jealous that I have you while others cannot, jealous that we created something special that they could only ever dream about. Y/n, I love you. I love our baby. I love our family.”

Suddenly, you let out a little grunt, and Ron felt that tiny jolt in her.

In reality, you had froze. He had climaxed in your and fell down right next to you, pulling you into a sloppy and wet kiss as you held onto your hair, your nails digging in. He was jealous and passionate for you and only you. Ron wanted to make the world know that you were his wife by all means, which meant hovering over you like an overprotective mother with their child.

You were a free sprint who was known for your independence and stubbornness. That part of you wanted to rebel against Speirs’s tight grasp of you.

And yet, you had already chosen your fate. You were in love with a tyrant, a criminal, a killer. You had made a promise to him that you could no longer look back on and change, and Ron knew that. He wanted to keep you, his little wife, at his side at all costs.

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nomnomsik · 5 years

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Shy Peach

A/N: how much do I have to pay for more sope gifs /sigh/. Also, this one is for anon (shy!Oc x Sope)

Pairing: Sope x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Trigger warnings: non-con kissing, yandere-themes, obsession, toxicity, yelling, profanity, hints of kidnapping, physically weak OC. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

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“What’s wrong? Hmm?”

“So cute~”

Two men sat on each side of you, their hands on each leg as their mouths sat next to your ear, whispering short flirtatious messages. You shuffled uncomfortably, rolling your shoulders to nudge the two men off. Your eyes could barely make out the other objects that stood in the room. Why did they live in such a dark place?

The man on your right smirked, moving closer and nibbling on your earlobe. You flinched, beginning to lift yourself from your seat as an effort to flee the onslaught of physical affection. However, the man on your left predicted your line of thinking, pulling you back down and ripping you away from the other man.

“I thought you said you liked hanging out with us, y/n.” He whispered, his hand ruffling the material of your shirt. Both of you were face to face, inches apart, eyes and lips so close they could be touching. Your body froze at his touch as you struggled to reply back.

The man on your right approached forward, joining his arms with the shorter as two pairs of arms wrapped around your chest. It felt somewhat relaxing as two strong pair of arms held you. However, the blush on your face said otherwise as you shuddered and whined, softly kicking in resistance.

“Can we have a kiss, y/n?”

“Yeah, y/n~ Give me a kiss first.”

You pouted, kicking again.

“Guys… stop being so mean…” You complained as the two men held onto you. “Also… This isn’t very comfortable… You’re squeezing my ribs and chest.”

Their arms did not loosen, squeezing your body with the same intensity as they embraced you.

“Hoseok?!” You shrieked as said man began leaving soft kisses down your neck. With all your might, you tried to lift yourself up, but the two men had you firmly planted down. A harsh pain soared through your body a second later. As you looked over with the corner, you found a bob of his red hair in your face as his teeth sunk down on your skin.

“Y-yoongi, he’s hurting me…” You cried, trying to lean in closer to the shorter male. The white-haired male squinted, bringing his hand to the top of Hoseok’s hand and shoving his body off.

“Hoseok, watch it.” He warned before nudging his face into your neck.

“T-thank you, Yoongi…” You gave a forced smile as you let him tightly squeeze your body. “I think my neck is bleeding though…”

Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he flipped you over to examine your neck.

“Hoseok…” He growled, his fingers smearing the dot of blood with his fingers.

“Is it bad?” You asked, your body shuddering in fear. Before you could bring your own hand up to inspect the wound, Yoongi grabbed your hand away.

“Don’t get your precious skin dirty.” He growled before standing up and walking over through the dark hallway. You looked over at the taller male who sat crisscrossed, smiling up at you.

“You look so beautiful with my mark on your skin.” He grinned, inching his way closer and closer to you on the couch. You stood up, your feet meeting the soft carpet flooring as you took several steps back. The whole room was dimmed, with shades covering the windows and allowing only a small amount of light in.

You didn’t know where anything was. As you were about to turn around and make a run for another room somewhere, you collided into Yoongi. He looked down at you, a band-aid in hand as his hair partially covered his eyes.

“What’s going on?” He questioned, holding your head like a vice as he tilted it back to slap the sticky band-aid over your bleeding wound.

“H-hoseok was scaring me,” You started, your body shaking in fear. “He looked like he was about to do something… to me…”

Yoongi directed his attention over to the man who stood straight, smiling. His eyes were furrowed as he observed Hoseok’s features. Hoseok spoke up, answering from the couch.

“She’s lying.”

You felt a chill go down your spine as you refused to look up back at Yoongi.

The room was silent for a few seconds, the tension growing thick. “Well, is that true?” Yoongi murmured, lowering his head to meet your ear. “Is Hoseok telling the truth or is he lying?”

“I don’t know… I just didn’t feel… safe…?” You replied shakily. “He may not have been thinking of doing something… but I didn’t want to trust him.”

Before you could open your mouth again, a tight grip found its way at the back of your neck. You were pulled back and when you opened your eyes again, you were face to face with Hoseok’s piercing gaze.

“Hey… What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He whispered, his eyes unusually wide. “Are you trying to sabotage my relationship with Yoongi?”

Upon no answer, his voice grew in intensity.

“Well?! Do you think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” He seethed, tilting to the side as his eyes stayed large. “You WANT to see him turn against me. Do you think I’m dumb, y/n? I can't see what you’re doing. You want him to get rid of me so you can have him all to yourself. That’s it. That’s it, right?!”

“N-no… That’s not it, Hoseok…” You whimpered, trying to shield your face from the onslaught of yelling.

“Then what is it?!” He shouted, both hands coming up to your collar as he pulled you forward.

“I-I don’t know! I’m just scared!” You screeched, tears pooling out of your eyes as your body shook. “I’m not trying to do anything! I promise!”

You felt your butt hit the soft carpet as you dropped onto the floor. You poked one eye out, your blurry and crying eyes adjusting to the gloomy room. As you looked back up, you were greeted with a sight of Yoongi’s hand as he had pulled Hoseok off you. Yoongi looked down at you from the corner of his eye, indifferent as he redirected his attention back at his lover.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck as he whispered softly into the older’s ear. Yoongi stood still, his expression blank as Hoseok hummed next to him, his fingers trailing closer and closer to the older’s face.

You watched as Yoongi stood aloof, not even moving a muscle when Hoseok had crushed his lips with his own. You shuddered as you watched the whole scene play out: Hoseok’s delicate lips devouring the older’s as his eyes became half-lidded. A soft blush graced the older’s cheeks until Hoseok harshly grabbed him and pulled him harder onto him.

“Ah! Hoseok…!” He scolded, giving the younger a small shove. “Don’t scare me like that.”

You stood up, sitting back down on the couch in the darkened room. You looked at the ground as the men conversed between each other, sharing obsessed and intoxicated words of affection.

“Ugh…” You held your head in your palm as an upcoming headache approached. “I feel like I can’t breathe in here…”

You wiped the remaining tears from your face as you flatten out your legs on the couch.

“Hyung…” The whisper caught your attention as you looked back up. Hoseok stood behind Yoongi, standing a bit taller with his arm dropping off Yoongi’s shoulder. The two pair of eyes stared at you, making you shrivel up. “Hyung… I want to have some fun.”

You watched the seductive movement of Hoseok’s fingers as they ran peculiar paths over the material of the older's shirt. The wrinkles and folds of the clothes enraptured you as you continued to stare at his hand movements. The two men carefully walked towards you, surrounding each side like before.

“Now, don’t be shy, y/n.” Hoseok whispered, pulling you closer to him. How did he change his feelings within a span of a few minutes? You stared wide-eyed at him, flinching and scooching further behind until your back crashed into Yoongi’s chest.

Yoongi immediately wrapped his arms, looking at the front of your chest. He propped his chin on your shoulder, taking in your soft scent.

“Mm, I think she likes me a bit more, Hoseok.” He smirked as you stood still in his arms.

“No, she likes me more.” He argued. “That’s why she’s so embarrassed and flustered, right?” He directed his attention back to you.

You neither confirmed nor denied, bringing your knees up to your chest. Hoseok’s eye twitched for a second before he ripped you again out of Yoongi’s arms. Yoongi let it happen, watching you and younger cautiously.

Hoseok’s lips crashed on yours, his arms holding you in place. It felt like a 200-pound weight dragging you down and sealing you in place. He bit on your bottom lip, immediately drawing blood that you tasted on your lips. As you pushed away, he only pulled you forward. You squeezed your eyes shut, cringing at his aggressive movements.

“B..reath…” You sputtered, your face growing shades of red. With a pop, Hoseok let go, a smile gracing his lips.

“See? She likes me more.”

“Bullshit.” Yoongi spit, shuffling towards you.

“I don’t like either of you…”

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok x reader #yandere yoongi x reader #bts fanfiction #bts writing #yandere suga #bts jealous

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mrscasnovak · 5 years

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Yandere! Peter Parker

This is a request by a dear Anon<3

I am soo sorry this took so long!

You both go to the same high school

It was love at first sight [for him anyway]

He never in his life, had he seen anyone so graceful, beautiful and considerate

Your voice is the only thing that can ease his stress during the day

He thanks whatever being that put the two of you in the same classes

He will take this to his grave, but he loves watching you in gym

You will either hang out with your friends or do some yoga

He can’t take his eyes away from you, when you do yoga

Cupid struck baby boi straight in the heart

Unfortunately, not only did you attract his undivided attention, but you also attracted attention from unworthy people

Namely Flash

Flash, just thinking of his name made Peter grit his teeth

He overheard Flash and his friends saying lewd things behind your back

You heard everything he was saying, most times you ignored his loud obnoxious ass

But everyone has their breaking point, and you have reached yours

You walked to where the jackass and his friends were sitting

Peter watched you as crossed the gym towards Flash

‘Oh no…’ Peter thought as he crossed the gym to try and stop you

He moved quickly, without trying to make a scene, he didn’t need others stopping him

Stopping at your side, he grabbed your arm to stop you

“[Name], don’t do anything you might regret.” Was whispered into your

You turned to look at Peter, who blushed and dropped your arm

You make the poor boy super nervous

He stammered out an apology, you gave him a small smile in return

“Thanks, Peter.” You replied as you walked away

Peter easily caught up to you, “Wanna talk?” he asked, all the while hoping he didn’t sound weird

You pondered it for a minute, before responding with a “Sure, why not.”

He could have sworn he died in that moment

Baby Boi is on cloud 9

You talked about any and everything with Peter

You and Peter easily became fast friends along with Ned and MJ

~A few weeks later...~

You were at your locker when you felt someone behind you

Sighing as you grabbed your books and bag, you shut your locker door

Turning around you see Flash and his cronies

“What do you want, Flash?” You asked monotonously

“Oh baby, I do love it when you say my name.” He said with a laugh

You heaved a deep sigh

“Out of my way, Flash.” You said trying to push past him

“I will if you agree to a date.

Peter heard this and made his way towards you

“My answer will not change. Now out of my way.” You said growing tired of him fast

Turning to walk away to stopped to say one last thing. “I Will Never date or be with anyone who is an asshole, like you.” You said before taking your leave

You felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned your head only to have turned sharply to the side a loud ‘Smack’ reverberating through the school’s hallways

Gasps come from your fellow peers

Flash has a smirk on his face, his hand is raised

Peter saw the whole thing

He is ready to kill

No one and I Mean No One hurts his angel

Growling as he stalks his was through the students crowding around the two of you

“Flash!” Peter yelled grabbing his attention

Baby Boi is fighty (ง’̀-‘́)ง

“Oh, look who it is. Penis Parker!” Flash said laughing

With Flash’s attention taken off you, you decided that you weren’t going to let this stand

Raising your fist, you punched Flash in the face, effectively breaking his nose

Blood flowing out of Flash’s nose, as he fell to the floor

Peter looked to you with wide eyes, you looked like a avenging angel

Your chest heaving up and down with your rage, a burning fire in your eyes

‘Sweet Jesus’ he thought, as he watched you bend down to pick up your stuff

He stepped over a writhing Flash, to help you pick up your stuff, he noticed the bright handprint that was on the side of your face, just seeing angered him all over again

“I am sorry, that you had to see that, Peter.” You said as you put your stuff in your backpack

Boi is stunned, “What?” He asked Incredulously, nearly dropping the notebook he was holding

“He hit you! You didn’t do anything wrong.” He said as he handed you your notebook

“I should be the one apologizing. I am sorry that I didn’t get here in time.” He said his body language showing that he was beating himself up about it

“I think he is worse of then I am.” You replied with a chuckle

“[Name]!” You both looked towards the sound, only to see Ned and MJ running to you

“Are you okay?!” Both MJ and Ned firing questions at you

You smiled, you don’t know where you would be without these three loveable idiots

“Thanks, guys. I will be fine.” You said as you stood up throwing your backpack on your back

“Sorry, for cutting this short, but I have to go. See ya!” You said as you walked out the school doors.

Groaning was heard from the floor and the gang looked to see Flash holding his bloody and broken nose.

Ned and MJ looked down at Flash, before shaking their heads and walking away

Peter glared at Flash, a growl threatening to push passed his lips

“You got off easy, you know that?” He said as he knelt down

“Piss off, she got what she deserved.” Flash groaned as he sat up

Peter looked around and noticed that he and Flash were the only ones left in the hallway

A smirk graced Peter’s lips, as he looked down at the ground and kicked Flash right across his face, breaking his jaw

He watched in satisfaction as Flash’s blood spattered against the locker’s and dripping down his chin

“Look at that...you got my shoes dirty.” Peter said bending down to look into Flash’s eyes, which were widened in fear

“Like, I said, you got off easy.” Peter said standing up and walking away, leaving Flash in a pool of his own blood, breathing but injured

Peter walked out of the school, before running down an abandoned alleyway to change into his Spider-Man outfit

Swinging by the buildings of his hometown, he easily caught up to you

He obviously kept his distance, he didn’t want to be caught after all

He wasn’t any less attracted to you after seeing you punch out Flash

He loved your spirit and fire

Watching as you stopped at the local park, he watched as you put your bookbag down and sat on the swing, talking to yourself

“Ugh, I can’t believe I hit him.” You muttered to yourself, as you pushed back and forth on your swing

“My parents are going to kill me.” you muttered, tears welling up in your eyes

Peter could hearing the wavering of your voice, from his position, his body tense

He wanted to comfort you, make you feel safe and happy

He watched you until the light started to disappear from the sky

Watching as you picked your bag up and made your way home

“I shouldn’t have stayed out this late.” You muttered

Peter followed from the rooftops, making his decision to make your life better

Watching as you continued to walk, he noticed the streets were empty, he swung by, webbing you up in the process, and slinging you over his shoulder

In seconds you were off the street, and in his arms, as he swung out of the area with you

He was absolutely giddy, you were so warm in his arms

~Later~

He arrived at a flat that he used his money from the Stark Internship * Cough being an Avenger Cough*

He was able to get some of your hobbies

He also snuck into your room and grabbed some of your blankets, clothes and your posters of your fav things

He laid you down on the bed, after unwrapping you from his webs

He made sure that all the exists and the door were locked and webbed up for extra protection

This baby boi, has waited and imagined this very day

It is pure heaven to hold you in his arms, your soft breathing fanning his face as he brought you closer to himself

He didn’t want to leave you, but he did still have to do his partols

You awoke an hour later, on a bed that wasn’t your own

Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking around the dark room

Peter came home, and heard that you were up, he changed into his regular clothes and walked in through the door, he made sure to relock it and web it

“Hi, [Name]! Your finally wake!” Peter said he bounced his way to you, he was like an over excited puppy

“Peter, what is going on?” You asked still trying to wake up

“Don’t worry, [Name]! I won’t let anything happen to you anymore.” Peter said, as he kicked off his shoes and flopped on the bed, his arms wrapped around you

P-Peter, what are you talking about?” You asked, still confused

“[Name], I love you so much! Please let me take care of you. You won’t ever have to worry about anything as long as I am here.” Peter said straddling your sitting form, his hands cupping both sides of your face, he takes extra care of the bruise forming on your cheek

You look into his eyes, and see nothing but love and adoration

“Peter, that is no reason to kidnap me.” You said annoyance tinting your voice

Please, love him!

This poor baby

Looks like you kicked his puppy

You sigh, You did like Peter, BUT he still shouldn’t have kidnapped you

“Look, Peter. I do like you,” ‘but this wasn’t exactly how you wanted this to happen.’

You rub your eyes, before looking at the man before you

“I think we can make this work, but we have to have trust in each other.” You said, brushing his hair out of his eyes

Boi is putty in your hands

Peter shudders out a moan, just one touch from you has him already half-hard

You blush, from hearing his moan

Peter gives a small kiss on your forehead

“Wanna cook dinner, together?” Peter asked standing up and holding out his hand in front of you to help you off the bed

Grabbing his hand, you got off the bed

He let go of your hand, to go turn on the light, soon the modest flat was basked in light

Peter was scared, that you’d hate him

After all, he did kidnap you

You have made Peter the happiest person on the planet

He can’t believe how easily you were taking everything

You are his everything

He will make sure that you are happy and content with him

He has no qualms about killing for you, [he of course, is sure to keep you out of the loop about that]

He makes sure to keep his whole world happy, because when you are happy, he has happy. This may have not the way you would have wanted it to happen, but you couldn’t be happier.

#Peter Parker #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker [Marvel]#reader inserts #Yandere! Peter Parker HC #made by mrscasnovak #This kinda got away from me

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alloveroliver · 5 years

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Loki x MC “Playful Mood”

Smut: Loki Genetta

Yandere Kink: Collar, almost getting caught WC: 1,823 Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

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Alice adjusted the necklace Loki gifted her as she sat idly on the end of his bed. The little choker matched the dress she wore today along with the shoes she picked out. She waited patiently like he asked, listening to the time tick away on the wall. Loki retired into his bedroom shirtless and holding her overnight bag in his hand. “Thank you!” She smiled up at him, reaching for the previously lost bag. “It’s no problem. I found it right by the door. You must have been so excited to see me tonight you tossed it to the side without thinking.” He teased, sitting next to her on the bed. Alice dropped the bag on the floor and rummaged through its contents. She bought some clothes to sleep in and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Loki took a deep breath behind her and ran his hand along her back as she leaned forward. “Alice, are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious to how much you affect me?” Loki sighed. She sat up quickly and looked over at him.

“N-no I was just trying to find my pajamas.” She watched his face soften, and then a smirk appeared on his lips. “Is that so? Well, I don’t think you need pajamas tonight.” His smirk transformed into a full smile as he leaned in closer to her. Alice shook her head knowingly at the tease but allowed him into her space. He latched his finger under her collar and pulled upwards, so she looked towards his face. Alice stared into his mismatched eyes for a moment, mesmerized by the instant fire behind his gaze. With a sly grin, he moved his hands up her thighs. “May I?” He asked meeting the thin fabric. She quickly nodded yes, and he abruptly yanked her panties down her ankles. Alice stuttered but ultimately helped him remove them. “You won't need those,” He calmly stated, discarding her underwear on the floor. Loki moved his hand to her outer thigh and pulled her to him. Alice’s body turned, and soon she was sitting on his lap facing him. Her heart raced, beating loudly in her ears, yet, Loki seemed just as calm as ever. Alice kicked off her heels then moved her knees up on the bed to steady herself. “Lately, you seem to be all I think about.” He brushed hair out of her face and slid his nails down her back. Alice shivered as she leaned in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed his hips into her, holding her still by the waist. Alice gasped as his apparent desire brushed her core. Pushing her lips together, she ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. Alice’s stomach knotted, twisting with each touch her boyfriend bestowed. Loki let his hands rest lower on her hips until he was cupping her ass. “I think about you too. Always.” She kissed his cheek then continued playing with his hair. “I hope you only think about me.” He smiled wide and leaned toward her until their noses touched. “Especially when we’re alone like this, I don’t want you thinking about anyone else but me.” Alice moved closer to his lips, waiting for him to close the distance. “I won't- I mean, I don’t.” Her lips tingled with energy at their proximity. “Good,” His shoulders relaxed at once. He moved his mouth closer and pressed his lips to hers gently. The softness of the kiss was intoxicating making Alice release a subtle sigh. Her chest warmed instantly as his hands ghosted over her frame. Loki pulled her up to his lap with a firm tug and kissed her once more, passionately. Alice moved with the kiss, grinding her body against him eagerly. He’d been teasing her all night on their date with intimate touches and kisses. Her body screamed for more, but Loki drew it out all night until now, that is. His fingers trailed down her thighs tantalizingly, reaching under the skirt of her dress to feel her bare skin. Loki ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth until she parted ever so slightly. Divulging past her lips, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck to hold him close. His growing erection pressed against her unclad core each time they moved together. Slowly, Alice moved her palm down his bare chest towards his pants. She cupped the straining bulge and ran her fingers over it slowly. Loki panted into the kiss as his girlfriend palmed his length. Knowing Harr could come home any minute now, the couple indulged in one another without worry for as long as they were able to do so. His hand traveled down her back and tugged the zipper of her dress until the garment went slack around her shoulders. He pushed the top down her waist and popped the back of her bra clasp. He dropped the lingerie, and she soon sat on his lap with her breast fully exposed to him. Loki used his hands to knead and squeeze her delicate peaks until she mewled onto his lips. He rolled her nipple gently between his fingers to elicit the most pleasure. Moving his hands around her body, he scratched her back languidly with his sharp nails and pushed her dress down her hips further. Alice sat back and stood for a moment to let the dress fall to the ground. Loki tugged her back to his lap at once and attempted to touch every inch of her as fast as he could. He cupped her slick core, then her breast, sliding around to knead her ass. Alice hoped Harr would be late, later than he usually would so her outcries didn't have to be stifled. “Unzip me,” He asked breathlessly. Alice fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to tug it down quickly. He kissed her until the clasp came undone and she reached into rub her hands over the smooth skin of his cock. He let out a small whimper, bucking his hips towards her touch. Pulling out his hard length, she ran her finger over the tip of his cock to smear the beaded precum that welled up. Loki huffed, pulling her closer than before. He tugged at her thighs, helping aim her body to guide himself inside of her wet entrance. Alice used her hand to push him into her gradually. He was always so tender with her during passionate displays, making sure she was having just as much fun as he was. Even when he was rough, there was still an air of concern he held for her. Loki’s lips pressed to hers as she slid down his length in full. They both groaned at the sensation, holding each other close while her body adjusted to his size. He kissed her jaw and her ear while they waited, nipping at the lobe to elicit chill bumps from her. “I love you,” Alice spoke wistfully, lifting her head so his lips could meet her neck. “Mm,” He licked the underside of her ear. “I love you more.” Loki braced his legs, and Alice balanced on her knees on the bed. Her boyfriend pulled is length out smoothly, then pushed up to sheath himself into her again. Alice could feel how aroused she was just by the way he was able to thrust so easily inside. She clamored at his shoulders, keeping her body balanced while up pushed up into her. He picked an even pace, holding her by the waist while he stroked his cock into her dripping pussy. Alice rested her arms on his shoulders and began bouncing with the speed of his thrusts. Her head tossed back at the sensations that bubbled up inside. A warmth heated her core each time his cock ran along her sweet spot with precision. Loki’s hand cupped her breast while the other reached down to pet her clit. Alice groaned pushing her head against his forehead. He knew how to get her worked up, just the way she liked to be touched. Their bodies moved together as one, eliciting pleasure with each movement. Loki added pressure to her sensitive nub, rubbing in full circles. Alice barely noticed the sound of the door closing downstairs, or the heavy footsteps climbing the steps until she heard a faint knock on the door. She was lost in the bliss, intoxicated by the pleasure. “Loki? Are you home?” Harr’s voice rang out through the crack. Alice jumped, but Loki held her to him and continued to fuck her at the same pace. She covered her mouth, hoping to muffle her moans. “I’m home!” He chimed out playfully. “I’m with Alice.” He leaned forward and nibbled her ear. “Oh,” Harr cleared his throat. “Can I come in?” He turned the doorknob. “I just wanted to ask if-” “NO!” Alice shouted. Harr let go of the handle, and Loki snickered into her neck. Her boyfriend grabbed her slides and flipped her around until her back was to the bed. He pushed her legs apart and lined himself up into her entrance again. Sliding inside he adjusted his hands on the bed to hover over her. She clenched around his hard cock, keeping her hand firmly over her mouth. “Um, Okay. I just wanted to ask if you were staying for breakfast.” His voice rang through the crack again. “It’s my turn to make food, so I wanted to know if I needed to make an extra plate.” Loki smiled down at her while he picked up the pace. The blanket began to bunch up around them at the force of his thrust. He lifted her hand away from her mouth, and her moans filled the room. Loki held her wrist down to the bed and nipped at the skin of her neck while she tried desperately to hold back her sounds. Another small knock resonated. “Alice?” Loki reached down just in time, pushing his fingers against her clit as she answered. “Yes!” The word ripped out of her as a lewd moan. “Okay... okay.” Harr’s voice seemed to travel further away from the door. “See you in the morning.” His soft voice was barely audible. Loki slowed his pace to laugh, kissing her cheek then her neck while giggling. Alice huffed, annoyed, and had half a mind to scold him until moved her leg up and picked up to a rough pace. She overlooked her anger for the moment, mind going blank as he fucked her at the new angle, deeper and faster than before.

Thank you, Anon for the yandere request! I hope this was fun to read!

ML || KOFI || AO3

𝔸𝕤𝕙 - 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution fan fic #ikemen revolution smut #smut #fanfiction #loki genetta #loki x mc #harr silver

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daebak-dreams · 5 years

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⚠️𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘉𝘛𝘚⚠️ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦

Anon Asked: Yandere! BTS reaction to when your an executive nurse and an (attractive) male patient flirts with you✨✨✨

Oh I love this ! Enjoy sweetie !~

S E O K J I N

It would come as no surprise that whenever you were around someone else, he just didn’t quite like it. He was never fond of others gawking your way, let alone trying to get your attention. But the minute that you gave that person attention right back, he immediately grew hostile. He understood that your job required to do just that, and he held himself back from protesting about it, but he just wouldn’t be able to do that upon seeing you tending to a patient in the waiting room as he was getting ready to be discharged, who was clearly flirting with you. You might have not been flirting back yourself, but just seeing you, giggling at his remarks was enough to go over there, wrap his hand around your wrist and pull you behind him in a swift motion. His glazed-over eyes starred at him blankly, as a sinister smile crossed his face. He would make sure that he new who you belonged to as he took a closer step towards him in a threatening manner.

“May I ask why you’re touching my girlfriend so suddenly? Do you not know who I am? Hm?”

N A M J O O N

He would never do anything that would jeopardize your happiness and he knew very well that you were happy with your job. Even if he didn’t like the idea of you being around so many different people all the time, he held back his selfish needs for you. He loved you that much to put you above him and anything else. But it grew especially difficult when he started to notice the particular person who had been there for a few days, start to strike up a conversation with you more and more when he would go visit you at work. He was angry everytime he saw him and his ‘dumb’ face, but he also felt sadness too; Wondering if you had wanted to be with him instead, and this would make his more manipulative side peak. He didn’t like showing that side to you, but he didn’t want you going to work anymore, at least not there. There was days where he suggested you switch hospitals, but you tried to tell him that he would only be there for a dew more days. But it wasn’t good enough. He wanted you to stay there with him.

“Well if that won’t work, then let me..I’ll support you so you don’t have to go to work..I just- I just can’t let you go back there..Not with him...”

Y O O N G I

He waited for you in the waiting area, since you were almost off work, and it was routine to pick you up, and go get dinner afterwards, but things seemed to take a little longer than expected which made him teem with worry. Though, that feeling of worry, soon turned into anger as he got up and paced around, hoping he would get a glimpse of you, and sure enough he did. There you were,stopped in the hallway behind the double doors leading towards the other wing of the building, talking to some other man, who seemed to be a patient there. The way you smiled as he reached out to you made his anger heighten. He saw the way this person looked at you and he didn’t like it one bit, so he didn’t the only thing he could think of doing, and that was to charge towards the double doors, pushing past them. Of course, this area was restricted to those who weren’t visiting or staff, so some nurses nearby protested by going over to hold him back and try to pull him away, as he tried to swipe a fist at the man in front of you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to my girl!? Get away from her!”

H O S E O K

He wouldn’t be outright upset about it, but instead he would let his anger fester. He wasn’t really comfortable about you going to work, being around all these men, from the doctors and nurses, to the patients too. But when you had caught a certain patient’s attention, that’s when he would direct his anger he bottled up towards him. Even knowing you had a boyfriend, he was still brazen enough to flirt with you? Not on his damn watch. The thing about Hoseok, is he wouldn’t directly do anything, at least not with you around. He wanted you to think he was nothing but a heavensent, but the thing you didn’t know, that when you turned your attention from him, that’s when his true self showed. And that’s exactly what happened with this man. He studied him, from afar whenever you were with him, which soon turned into knowing his full name to where he lived. When the time was right that’s when he made his move. You were surprised when he suddenly asked you about that one man from the hospital who was pursuing you over lunch one day. You were surprised by his sudden interest in that, knowing about his jealously and told him he was discharged, but imagine your surprise if you found out what really happened to him.

“(y/n) is mine and mine alone..There’s only one way to stop all of this..”

J I M I N

Seeing you talk and be around others, making his heart hurt. Literally. He always ended up getting this pain in his chest and feeling of dread when it came to you going off to work. He too had work to keep him and his mind occupied, but it still wasn’t enough to make his worry stop. So he decided one day that he would pop in on you at work, it was almost the end of the day anyways,so he thought he could pick you up today. There was a pip in his step and smile on his face as he jingled his keys in his hand as he walked up towards the clinic where you worked. Soon his happy exterior faded away as you came in to view, but not only you, but some man as well, who was teasingly poking at you. He felt sick to his stomach again, but this time, he was sure he would vomit or pass out right then and there. He quickly shook the feeling off as he walked up to the both of you, and grabbed your arm, leading you to the car. He never stopped, no matter how much you yelled at him in question. He just wanted you home, and when the both of you did get there, that’s when he would show how he truly felt about the situation.

“Come here baby..I’m going to make sure you forget him and anyone else once we’re through..The only name you’ll remember is mine..”

T A E H Y U N G

This boy would be the most extra and erratic, even if it was in public. Upon waiting nearby the front desk for you to be finished at work, he noticed you were slowing your walking pace from the corner of his eye. As he turned his head that’s when he noticed the man who was leering nearby. He would take a deep breath as he noticed he was just a patient and maybe had some questions for you before you left, but the minutes he realized what he was asking for, which was a date, that’s when he slammed his hand against the desk and fully turned around. He starred his down before walking to the both of you. Immediately, he would get in his face and start shouting. Even if you pulled on his arms or away, he wouldn’t budge until he got his point across. As much as he wanted to hurt this guy, he knew that if he did in front of everyone, he would possibly get arrested, or kicked out and not allowed there anymore, which would just make the two of you spend more time apart, which is something he did not want; So the only thing he could think of doing would be to scream at the top of his lungs.

“Do you see Nurse (y/n)!?! She is my baby! And she will not be going on any date with you, or anyone else, in this lifetime or the next, got it?!”

J U N G K O O K

As serious as he was, he also knew how serious your job was to you, so he made sure to keep himself from getting too overprotective of you each time you went to work. But when he started to find out from some of your co-workers up at the front desk about this stranger who suddenly started flirting with you after tending to him, that’s when something inside of him snapped.They teased him about it, not knowing about his tendencies, but it was a mistake. He knew you to be the most beautiful woman in the world, so he knew with that came the burden of other men chasing after you. But he decided to see it for himself. So one day at work he came to bring you lunch only to see you talking to this man who gave you a slip of paper, which had his number written on in. Right then and there, he walked over to you, stood behind you and reached over to yank the paper from his hand before you could grab it, and ripped it to shred right in front of you and him, before leaning down to plant a kiss upon your head, making sure he knew his place at first. And if he didn’t then he would just have to show him, by pulling you in for a hot steamy kissing session, not giving a damn about anyone watching.

“Babygirl..I brought you lunch, so let’s go eat, okay?”

-Admin Bonbori

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