#bully reader

[yanderambling]

omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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Smile❤️ (Yandere X Loser!Reader)

Micky thought that he couldn't feel love.

Ever since he could remember, Micky couldn't connect with anyone on an emotional level. Even his own family members were like aliens to him, creatures that stretched their lips into strange contortions, ETs that became unreasonable when he wouldn't do the same. As a teenager many girls flirted with him in school, hell, a few guys did as well, but none of their confessions ever stirred any emotion from him, even at the height of his puberty. The smiles of the people around him never felt warm or welcoming. Just, tight. Cheeks pulled back, revealing teeth, expecting him to mirror their action, and Micky couldn't understand why.

Nothing made him smile.

College was further isolating. Group projects seemed to no longer be a thing, (at least in the classes he took) so his interactions with humans slowly became less frequent, making his classmates look more inhuman and monstrous.

Until someone in his college was doxxed for being a creep. It was interesting, watching how quickly people turned on their friend, forcing him into an outcast because someone online revealed his private post history.

An annoying young woman in his language arts class gathered people around Micky's seat to talk about what had happened. Micky wouldn't have searched up the drama on his own time, but he didn't see the point in pushing everyone away.

"This user on Xforums, anonymousXnightmare is the one who doxxed Nathan."

AnonymousXnightmare? How fucking lame.

"That's a lame username..."

"Maybe it's a kid..?"

Micky did his best to ignore them, but the username kept popping up in conversation throughout campus. It was getting a little annoying. Some people were mocking the name, while others were praising the "internet hero". It started interfering with his ability to focus in his classes.

But the gossip cooled down after a week, and life began to run as normal, until another student had their life ruined. A football player, they didn't post anything incriminating or disturbing. It was anonymousXnightmare who posted their own collected evidence. Pictures taken from afar of the player with his highschool sweetheart, as in sweetheart who was still in highschool. Recordings of the two of them. Months of stalking all compiled by the stranger.

Again, Micky was bombarded by chatter, excitable young adults losing their minds over the situation. It was... irritating.

Back in his dorm room, Micky was scrolling through Xforums, the most popular forum used by students in his university, made by students for students, searching for the loser with the lame username. Scrolling past the photos he had heard about, he found a post stating

"Dear Allen Brackens, if you cannot stop blasting your shitty music in the halls on your shitty speakers, I WILL ruin your life!"

and Micky had to lean back, to just take in what he had read. That must have been the name of the football player. What he was doing was genuinely gross, and should have been exposed by someone. But did this poster really stalk them for what looked like months just because he listened to music they didn't like?

It was so dumb.

He scrolled down farther into the mystery poster's history, to the first man they doxxed.

"Dear Nathan McAllister, we all know you're a two faced little bitch. Either stop littering the campus with your Jesus pamphlets, or else..."

Micky, for the first time in his life, was amused. The whole situation was so stupid. They really ruined their fellow students lives, just because they annoyed them?

He made an account just to follow his mystery poster, not sure yet why he was interested to see what they would post next.

Less than two days later, and Micky's phone notified him of another post.

"Dear Samantha Rudbeckia, your obnoxious laughter is driving me insane. Can't you see how annoying you are? Knock it off."

That was it?! That was enough to set you off? Laughter? Micky paused mid step, still staring down at his phone. Something felt off about his face. It hurt.

It was pretty easy to find anonymousXnightmare in his school. Micky picked up a map of the university, and mapped out the paths of the three people targeted. They ran into a lot of different students throughout their day. But they only ran into a couple of people who openly seemed to hate them, and only one of those people was a student named (Reader). (Reader), who constantly appeared as though they would collapse at any moment, the hollows under their eyes so dark they looked sickly. (Reader), who despite being borderline anemic, was very sneaky, and very good and being unnoticeable despite their extreme appearance. Unfortunately for them, they had someone watching them as closely as they watched their victims bullies. Micky watched as they stealthily snapped photos of students from around corners, how they seemed to blend into the background and nobody noticed them hiding in waiting.

Micky felt ashamed for ever thinking you were lame. You were.. cute.

The way you crouched like a bug, hunched over like a roly poly scared of being picked up. The way you bit your dry lips in anger to the point they bled.

Micky's face hurt more and more. Every time he saw (Reader) a pain he had never felt before would strain at his cheeks, and his face would feel hot all over. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of himself in his reflection in a window that Micky realized he was smiling. He never knew that smiling hurt. But he couldn't stop it.

Pictures and videos of Samantha and her married professor were posted online, and Micky was excited to know what (Reader's) face would look like when they reaped the fruits of their labor. But when he snuck into their classroom, zooming in on their exhausted face with his phone's camera, he felt a new emotion seeing that (Reader) was just as annoyed as they always were. A hard pit fell from his ribs into his lower stomach. He was disappointed.

Why aren't you happy? You won. You should be rejoicing right now.

He felt conflicted and confused. Like an octopus was throwing a tantrum in his abdomen, squirming uncomfortably. And it ruined his day. Micky couldn't focus on any of his classes, and the rest of his day was like a foggy dream. What was it about (Reader) that attracted him to them so much?

A cute young woman with smooth black hair approached Micky, a dark blush complimenting her picture perfect face.

"Um, excuse me? Excuse me? Excuse me?"

Micky snapped out of his thoughts, turning his gaze down towards the beautiful person. Her rosey lips were slightly upturned in a posed way.

She's smiling.

Micky internally verbalized it. The same way he did whenever he saw anyone smiling. It never looked good. Smiling was so awkward, and strange. People loved seeing others smiling, and smiled when they were happy, but it always reminded Micky of how not one of them he was.

"Hi! My name is Maggie."

I don't care.

"We have econ together?"

"Okay."

Why was seeing her smile make her look fake, inhuman, alien? Just like everyone else. Then why was Micky so let down seeing (Reader's) lukewarm reaction to their victory?

"I was wondering, I mean, (laughs), a group of us are going out for drinks later, and we, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us.."

She giggled nervously, fiddling her fingers and biting her lip. The image of (Reader) practically eating their lower lip was triggered like a trap. This woman, whose name wasn't worth remembering, made Micky feel nothing. The uncanny feeling of speaking with a living mannequin or an advanced AI. Her movements weren't natural, her smile was just a contraction of muscles. Then, like an epiphany, Micky realized all at once what made (Reader) so special.

Maybe, it wasn't that everyone else was alien, but Micky. Micky was the only one who never fit in. The only one who didn't feel emotions or connect with others like everyone else could. And there was a bug walking around in human clothes, barely staying awake in class and casually ruining peoples' lives simply because they annoyed them. (Reader) wasn't a human either, just like Micky. That's why they didn't seem happy with their victory. Why would a human bring them joy?

Micky's lips pulled tight, smiling brightly at the young woman before walking away without saying a word.

You're the first person to make me feel, because you're just like me. Right, (Reader)? If no one but you can make me feel, then no one but me should be able to make you smile!

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(Reader) slouched over their laptop, their messy hair pulled back in a top bun just to keep their untrimmed bangs out of their eyes in the privacy of their dorm, eating another cup of noodle while reading all of their "fan mail". Samantha wasn't getting kicked out like they had hoped, but Professor what's-his-nuts did get canned, so hopefully when Samantha comes back to class she'll be too busy sobbing "woe is me" to find anything funny.

Ba-ding♪

A private message popped up from an account with an automated username.

(Reader) snorted so hard a noodle went up into their sinuses.

user01793664544001: I know who you are <3

"Ah-ow! God damn!"

anonymousXnightmare: Who the fuck is this?

user01793664544001: ur prince charming <3

anonymousXnightmare: Don't fuck with me

user01793664544001: come find me

"Watch me, bitch."

Looking up IP addresses is a lot easier than people make it seem. It doesn't take a genius hacker to doxx someone. Of course, (Reader) goes above and beyond, often following assholes for months to collect evidence of their douche baggery. (Reader) got an address in less time than it took to finish their noodles, and took down their hair, quickly setting out to start getting information on their newest "bully".

The address took them to another dorm across campus. How dumb are they? (Reader) faux chuckled, feeling superior to this newest dick. No one was quite as smart as them.

As they crept through the building, no one payed them any attention as they began taking notes on the residents. It had to be one of these losers.

They didn't have a chance to fight back, as they passed one of the rooms the door opened and pulled them inside faster than they had a chance to scream. The man who abducted (Reader) wrestled them to the floor, panting heavily.

(Reader) glared up at the handsome stranger, smiling down at them in a creepy way, his cheeks twitching like he had never smiled before, like his face hurt from the small action. His face was pink and he was sweating, panting with a feverish moisture glazing his eyes.

"Aren't you happy? You found me~"

"G-Get off of me, you pervert!" (Reader) attempted to kick the kidnapper off of them.

This wasn't the answer he was looking for. His smile fell briefly before bouncing back.

"You're just upset because you don't know me yet. Don't worry, it took me a while to realize you and I were the same species as well, so don't worry. I'll wait, I'll wait for you to realize you love me too..."

He rambled quickly, pressing harder against (Reader's) body. A strange noise squeaked out of his throat as he seemed startled, (Reader) feeling a bulge form against their upper thigh.

"Ah, I'll wait.. I'll wait for you to love me too.. but I need you to do something for me while I wait.."

Micky stuck his fingers in (Reader's) mouth, pulling their dry lips out till they bled across his skin.

"Smile for me..."

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere #pathetic loser #loser reader #tw stalking #bully reader #yandere fanfiction #gender neutral reader #romance #not proofread

[yxami]

Caleb and his masochistic tendencies during “study sessions”

description: yandere masochist nerd x gn reader, nsfw immediately under cut, masochism, bondage, edging, vibrator stuff, FINALLY FINISHED AFTER SOMEONE REMINDED ME

After the two of you got comfortable with having certain study sessions, lots of his dirty fantasies would be forced to be repeated out loud. He would’ve said them if you just asked nicely as well.

It wouldn’t take a lot for him to reveal what dirty thoughts he had been having of you. Just a grip on both of his wrists and being on top of him was enough for him to spill it with a red embarrassed face.

He would confess his fantasies of how he wanted you to mark and hurt him with bites and slaps. How he’d love for you to tie him up and edge him for as long as you wanted, maybe with a toy if you so desired!

He would ramble on and on about more until you shut him up with a kiss. You honestly never expected him to want all of this so this came out as a surprise to you! But that didn’t mean you weren’t interested in how it would play out.

You told him to sit still while you went somewhere to go look for something. He sat on your bed, nervously grabbing at the sheets until his knuckles turned white, wondering what you could possibly be looking for.

You made him come over for a study session but never specified if it was an actual one! It wasn’t like the last few were actual ones either.

Weekly study sessions turned into you teasing and playing with his body just like now. Caleb was tied up, comfortably leaning his back against the bed frame, the cold air touching his bare stomach as you lifted his shirt.

Your cold digits ran along his sides and it made him shiver. He whimpered that your hands were cold but you still continued. Touching more of his body would warm your hands up after-all!

You slid his pants lower to show more than just below his belly button. He closed his eyes, looking away. Being tied up and touched was probably one of his biggest fantasies with you but now that it was happening he was just a puddle of goo that you could mold however you desired.

“Your skin is smooth” You mumbled, unintentionally complimenting him. It was warm too, your fingers quickly already accustomed to his body’s heat. You unbutton his pants and inch by inch lowered his pants more.

His bulge poked against his pants and it almost sprung free once his pants were out of the way. Now it was just his boxers covering the sight.

“Tha-thank you” He managed to breath out in embarrassment. He was so vulnerable right now, you could do anything to him and that only seemed to excite his cock even more.

You grabbed the vibrator you had bought for this occasion. You clicked the furthest button and it started buzzing. Caleb instinctively opened his eyes and started looking at you sitting on his lower thighs, ready to tease him.

“You’re-.. gonna use that?” He squirmed in anticipation for what was going to happen. His words choked out just by looking at it. His wrists felt a little sore from twisting them but he could only relish in the fact that it felt just like how you pinned him earlier, maybe that’s why he squirmed more.

“Mhm, are you gonna be able to handle it? Or are you gonna beg me to stop?” You grinned, pressing the vibrator against his thinly covered cock before he could respond.

He yelped, feeling the vibrating sensation against his cock as you touched his nipples. He whimpered and begged you to be gentle but he bucked into your touch and your vibrator. His body showed his true intentions while his mouth didn’t.

“M-mph more please..” He begged as your fingers caused his nipples to pulsate a deeper pink.

You shoved your fingers in Caleb’s mouth while you pressed the vibrator against his tip, running it up and down his length. He desperately sucked on your fingers, panting as he drooled all over them.

The sight was convincing you to bless him with the pleasure of cumming, how could you not when he looked so adorable? Although seeing him like this for longer won over the other.

The sharp vibrations that kept pressing against his cock seemed to vibrate throughout his whole body, leaving him shivering. His eyes scanned the sight of you putting the vibrator to rest on his thigh as you rubbed his member up and down.

You weren’t paying attention to him, too distracted with edging him to notice how much he was blushing while his lips still worked around your pointer and middle finger, you trained him well enough to keep listening while you weren’t watching.

He muffled a few words you didn’t hear, you looked up to see him with puppy dog eyes, a little too entrancing not to reward.

“Awh Cal, you look so cute” You gushed before taking your fingers out of his mouth and kissing him. He hummed against the soft feeling of your lips pressed against his, he was too desperate to not slip his tongue in, causing a deeper kiss than you intended.

You helped keep his pleasure at a constant flow by rubbing his cock with a wetter feeling with your somewhat lubricated fingers. He wished he could cup your cheek and pull you closer to him but he didn’t mind since you were sitting on him anyways.

A thin string of saliva disconnected after you pulled away from the kiss, leaving his lips sore and begging for more.

“Can I please… fuck you now?” Caleb practically whimpered out, looking at you with pouty red lips. He was getting good at begging lately, you couldn’t tell if it was from these sessions or him learning on his own.

“You’ve been good so far” You cooed “I’ll let you feel me” before edging his sensitive cock once more by rubbing his bright pink tip. He jolted at the sudden pleasure, hips bucking again just like when you used the vibrator. He whined out your name, basically complaining that you tease him too much.

You positioned yourself right above his length, slowly lowering yourself to keep the sensation at bay or else you’d be too lustful to focus on training him. You could feel him inch by inch, he panted against your ear while he throbbed inside of you.

He tried biting his lip to keep quiet but the soft moans you accidentally let slip was getting him too excited.

“I almost always forget how big you are” A surprised moan heard before you spoke with an amused tone.

“I know how much you like it” A giggle escaped his lips.

A goofy smile on your face was your response, he was obedient but still a little cocky. You liked that about him.

You graced him with a few thrusts, using most of your power in rolling your hips to push his cock in the right places. He wanted to help by hovering his hands over your waist and thrusting inside of you but the rope keeping his hands tied behind his back stopped him from doing it.

“How long do you think you’re gonna last this time?” You whispered in his ear, your hot breath causing his ears to turn redder than before, a cute quirk of his you’ve seen again and again when you get to him.

“M-more than.. ah— last time?” Caleb stated more like a question, hoping it was the right answer. The words repeating inside his head were just pleading ones.

“Good try” You chuckled, brushing his bangs out of his face to clearly see his big eyes that loved to watch your every move, especially in times like these. “You can’t charm your way out of this” You said before lowering yourself back on his cock for the fifth time in the matter of seconds.

You could feel the heat between the two of your bodies increasing with each movement you controlled, the sweat only helping louden the noises of skin slapping against skin. He could almost hear the sound overpower his groans but he quickly won after he bottomed out inside you. Right after, he could feel you clench around him, something he well enjoyed every-time your body was taking a little too much than you expected.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning towards him, moaning in his ear as you continued pushing his cock up inside of you. He feverishly kissed your neck to muffle some of the whimpers that were caused by how hot you sounded. He knew you were doing it to bait him into losing, and it was working.

Caleb’s aching wrists provided the painful but satisfying feeling while you almost overwhelmed him with your body. All the things he was feeling was pushing and tempting him to let the pleasure overflow but he resisted.

As much as he could until you nibbled on his ear while fucking him roughly.

“F-fuck.. babe you’re so u-unfair” He mewled out before tears overflowed on his pretty little cheeks. You knew his favorite spots, and he had forgotten about that. He knew he couldn’t win against the hard thrusting you started, he came almost too fast to even notice.

His cock twitched and throbbed inside of you before spilling his seed to coat every area your inner body had. The thrusting you did still going even afterwards, pushing his sensitive cock deeper.

Caleb knew you weren’t done, and he still couldn’t hide the grin on his face, looking more fucked out than ever. His cute little pink tongue gasping for air while you praised him.

“I love you so much.” He panted out.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere nerd #yandere nerd oc #yandere masochist #masochist yandere #bully reader #yandere x reader #yandere nsft headcannons #yandere nsft #yandere oc #yandere ocs #calebmyoc

[ltbunny]

Childhood frenemies! Simon

[ simon meets his old 'bully' in a bar ]

Please Do Not Go 1 2 3 Tags : chubby reader, f! reader, kinda bully reader, very harsh words, next chap will be smut, simons internal dialogue hates you, lots of teasing teetering on bullying, drinking

Simon likes going out to the bar with the 141, doesn't happen often when they're off duty, they all live so far apart but Johnny begged them all to go out for his 'birthday' (it was a month ago but he can't really complain, price said he'd pay as his present for soap and all he got johnny was a pat on the back but if cap's offering to pay, whos he to stop ‘im). He watches Soap and Gaz snicker to themselves, Johnny's arm slung over Gaz's shoulder as they mingle with the other drunks in the bar. Ghost drinks his beer, maybe the third of the night, not like it means anything, his tolerance is high, and it doesn't help that he's built like a tank. he eyes prices whiskey, wondering if he should get some scotch or vodka or something, something that would make the back of his throat burn a little more.

He decides for it, walking to the bar counter,

"JD, ice, thanks." He calls out gruffly to the bartender, one arm on the counter while he waits for the them to pour a shot of some JD with some ice, no doubt going to make it even more watered down, doesn't matter though, he'll drink it, he needs it after the mission they just came back from. His eyes scan the bar again as he finishes the remnants of his beer, Johnny and Kyle are chatting some birds up, they seem pretty interested, one of em is twirling their hair at gaz, the others biting her lip, her finger on soaps chest, and price is eying the soft girl in the corner of the bar, It was a rough mission, he can't blame em for wanting a warm body to bed for the night, he could look too, maybe the bartender, they gave him nearly half a glass of whiskey, maybe it's flirting in bartender speak, although it's hard to know if it's fear or flirting with him. It's really been a while since he's bed anyone.

He takes a sip, the smooth whiskey leaving a burn down his throat, the ice doing nothing to stop it, not bad for a bar jd. He watches the bartender but his focus falls to the entrance of the pub after hearing the bell chime from the door, the bartender lights up seeing the lady who walked in, calling out her name in such a cheerful manner and ghost feels his mouth go dry, alcohol doing nothing to help it. He feels himself straighten up unconsciously and rebukes himself when he catches it. His grip tightens around the glass, slamming it on the bar counter a little too hard, making the woman shift her eyes to the sound. If he was a lesser man, he may have turned to avoid her eyes catching his... he again rebukes himself for being a lesser man.

She walks to the bar, right next to him, smiling softly and ordering a drink, a shit one at that, he scoffs to himself. Her eyes fall to the man next to her, it would be strange if it didn't, its not everyday you sit down next to a brick wall, he turns back slightly to see if she's still there. His eyes catch her staring straight back, a grin on her face.

"It's been a while, Riley." Her voice is soft, but it burns in his ears. The conversations from the bar fade into the background, and ghost feels himself tense, cursing at himself in his head. The Ghost, tensing at a pretty lady calling on him? The same pretty girl who used to torment him in secondary school?

"Yeah." He says gruffly, darting his eyes back to the wall, fully intending on ignoring her.

She catches it, she always used to, seems like she still does, the way his eyes go distant, like he's mentally elsewhere, hiding. She knows Simon Riley, but she doesn't know Ghost. He forgot what it felt like to be the prey, he refuses it. He's not that kid anymore. He won't let her-

"Aw, are you trying to ignore me? Don't do that, Riley. Let's catch up, hm? Sit," a small smile graces her face, cheeks full, his mind can't stop the word 'cute' bouncing around his head, her fingers tap the bar stool next to her and he feels himself sitting down before thinking, pretty sure he doesn't even follow prices orders so quickly, "someone told me you were dead," she says with a grin on her face, the soft smile gone, its unnerving, ghost hates it, he hates how he feels like Simon, he hates how her stupid grin feels like she can see under the mask. He feels like a kid again.

"I'm not." He chugs the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to soothe anything. He's not. He's not... He's not dead, and he's not a kid again.

"Mhm, I can see that, it's not like I'm a medium talking to a ghost," she sips her shitty drink. When did the bartender even get it in her hands? Fuck, he's too focused on her. "I'm glad you're not dead, would've gotten pissed if you had a funeral and I didn't get an invite."

"You wouldn't be invited anyway." He snides, looking away, seeing if Price needs him, or if Johnny and Gaz are still talking to those girls, he hasn't felt this in a while, desperation, desperate to leave the conversation. He could. He could just get up and leave, but he doesn't.

Her finger taps the table, her hand just ghosting the side of his, he turns back his attention to her, she's smiling, for fucks sake, can she stop doing that?

"So, what's new, riley? Last I heard of ya, you ran off to join the army," she chimes, watching him

"Yeah."

"I would say I'm surprised they let someone who could barely read or write in the military... but also, I'm not that surprised by that fact."

If he squeezes this glass any tighter it might shatter in his hands, he remembers how much he hates her, but the fucked up part of his mind is also laughing at the comment, it's been a while since a civvy had the audacity to say something like that right infront of his face.

She notices his expression, teetering on murderous and lets out a soft giggle, watching Ghost's knuckles turn white from the grip,

"You know I'm just kidding, Riley."

"Your jokes always fucking sucked,"

"You're the only one who ever understood ‘em, everyone else looked at me dumbfounded when I tried to explain the shotgun joke," she snickers, taking another sip, "so is that it, just the military? Haven't you got anything else to talk about?"

"No."

“Nothing at all?”

“No.”

"Hm....anyway, Riley, you remember Amee with the two e's? She turned into an addict, you know?"

Somehow, he finds himself listening, maybe halfway through his third whiskey, learning about what his old classmates are up to, he doesn't even know why he's entertaining the motion of learning this information of people he could care less about, but he sits still, listening.

"And oh my god, Jason, he's like some cryp-"

"What about you?"

"First off, rude, you interrupted me, second of all, what about me? What'd you wanna know, Riley?" She hums, goading him.

"...family, work.. relationships.." He doesn't really know why his voice quietened down at the end, but she seems to know from that glint in her eyes

"Well, neither of us really had a good relationship with our parents, right?" She sighs, swirling the glass in her hand, the ice clinking on the sides, "but it's gotten better for me, I guess. Work is boring as hell, stupid office job, better than nothing," she hums, taking a sip, her eyes dart to Simon’s, "and not seeing anyone."

The conversation quietly dies down, they sit side by side at the bar counter, her nails are somehow on his forearm, scratching it lightly, his eyes haven't stopped studying her face since they've started talking, she looks different. In a good way. More mature. He doesn't feel like he's going to be bumped into in the hallway and be met with her laughter when he glares at her.

"Your hair... is different." He comments

"I'm sure yours is too under that horrendous mask. Why are you wearing that anyway? Acne scars?" She teases, her hand goes up to the mask, tracing the skull from the side

"Don't push it." He mutters.

She laughs, and her hand lands on Simons thigh,

"You always had horrible acne. At least it gave your face some colour, right?" You tease softly

"You're no looker either," he retorts

"Mhm, is that why you can't stop staring?"

He doesn't say anything, still staring at you, you look.. so soft. Your face is done up, some makeup, that colourful shit people put on their eyelids, your lips look full, the way your clothes hug your body, his eyes dip down to the cleavage, his hands itching to grab your belly, he wants to lean down and press you against the counter in a heated kiss, shut your stupid mouth up, but alas he looks back at his drink, his mind scrambling with thoughts that would make a nun pass out.

“You weren't bad looking though, I'm sure you've grown into your face.” You say softly, “even if the only thing I can see is your eyes.” Stupid smile on your face again, your hands fiddling with his fingers,

"So, simon... You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes."

You grab his arm and stumble out the bar with him, giggling, drinks on your tab, he forgets to even look back at the boys but he can see them in the corner of his eyes, Johnny's thumbs up and Kyle's grin.

You smile, looking up at him, "fuck, still can't believe how big you've gotten, riley."

"You haven't even seen all of it yet," he mutters in your ear, low.

"Oh, you can make jokes now, huh?," you muse, wrapping your arms around his while you two walk, "I remember when little ol' riley wouldn't even talk."

He doesn't respond, staring you down like a hawk, you look up at him and grin, he feels his heart thump, he can hear it in his ears... he wishes it didn't.

#simon ghost riley x reader #chubby reader #biting my hand so hard rn #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #reader #call of duty #cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost #cod modern warfare #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #mentioned #bully reader #kinda #idk #childhood friends also kinda #simon riley #simon riley x you

[xjulixred45x]

Okey, i know I KNOW why people like Bully! SatoSugu x Reader. I get it! It's fine for me! I'm not into that kind of writing, but i see why people like them(it's a Little awkward for me-an ex bullying víctim)

The thing is......WHAT THE HELL IS NEVER A BULLY READER AS WELL!?!?

Like, not even have to be a Bully per se, is too much to ask for a Reader who actually is agressive? Or even better! An actual EQUAL with Gojo and Geto (Even if it's just in actitude).

I mean, the reallife Bullys (the most of time, if not, they're just jerks) just have a bad situation in home, a Bad Childhood or something like that to BE a Bully, obs this si NOT an excuse, but it EXPLAIN their behavior.

I was thinking a Reader with that kind of situation. A Reader who is a total Bully, who is FEARED for students and teachers even, they just take their anger out in some poor soul that get in their way, and NOBODY is safe from their outbrusts(except maybe their tutors).

And make somekind of Power Couple of Three™ with Bully Gojo and Bully Geto, whathever is romantic or platonic, whathever Reader wants, they gets, as is for the three of course.

Poor teachers, they're like "oh shit, they're THREE OF THEM NOW" and all the students just shivers in puré HORROR. Now they can't even touch Reader to save themselfs from their bitting, bc if they DO probably all their things will dissapeir, along with their reputation.

Reader is the browns

Geto is the brain

And Gojo is....Gojo(Reader jokes that he's just Horny)

NOBODY is safe now, the three of them are like corrupt police, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE. They know everything of EVERYONE. REALLY are powerfull.

And ACTUALLY having soft momentos with them, like, Reader having a REALLY BAD situation in home, and don't want to sleep on the streets, so they three speend ALL NIGHT going to stale food, go to the arcades or pranking random people, and sleeping in the School bc "fuck school, we are tired".

Or even Reader being THAT safe place that they two can go when things went BAD, still a Bully but having some soft side.

I WANT THAT. WHERE IS IT!?!?

#satusugu #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk x y/n #bully reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujustsu kaisen x reader #headcanons #neutral reader #satosugu

[robbsstar]

actions have consequences- angst

pairing / summary / warnings ->

-> young! Aemond Targaryen x young! Velaryon Reader -> Aemond hates you, you hate him and the two of you act it in a brutal way out -> pathetic reader, petty reader, Ser Criston, swearing, blood, people indirectly ganging up on a child

masterlist<-

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The maids tried to convince the young Velaryon princess as they dressed her for breakfast with her family. Just as the knights and lords in Kings landing, are the maids in the castle the same. All the people who were not part of her family- including the Targaryen's talked behind the three siblings and their supposed to be father, Prince Leanor Velaryon. 

You were the first born, the heir to the iron throne, people often assumed you inherited the the likes of a past Targaryen King even if called a bastard. Sometimes even your mother, Rhaenrya wondered if it was her fault or if you were really born like this. After a while she started to accept you and your personality as you were her first born her child, her heir. So whatever your issues were, she looked past it but not many people could. In fact everyone except your brothers and parents could do so.

Years after being a babe, the people had no worries it started when you were able to voice your thoughts and move your legs. You started cussing out the maids in your chambers whether they did wrong or not, you cussed out everyone you thought was below you. Hence the reputation you held now. 

Suddenly a maid felt a hot liquid fall down her face and in between her breast. First silence followed but then the wretch waved her hands like crazy, trying to dry her ugly and used dress as she wept. ‘’Stop your wailing, maid. This is your fault, leave at once.’’ You scoffed still tired from waking up. The maid looked down at the young and short princess, unable to think. She did not understand how you could hold so much power at just ten.

Her head bowed in submission and left the room after apologizing, her skin as red as fire. The other maids grew stiffer and stiffer as they worked on the dress you were to wear for today. Your chambers were so quiet, the worried maids heard you slurping on tea that magically spilled on the young girl from just moments ago. 

They managed to be even quieter when your sarcastic voice filled the room, sweat was rolling their faces and heads filling with insults for the young princess, unknowingly slowing their working hands down. ‘’Back when I was just seven I visited Driftmark. There is a beach too and I found these creatures on land that resembled the lot of you. Do you know what my Grandsire called them, Huh? They are named turtles... Green, fat and slow. I despise things like that.’’ 

You lifted your morning tea to your mouth as you finished making your point, hiding your small smirk when you felt the hands of your maids working faster than ever before.

It wasn’t long when your brothers picked you up and the three of you went to eat with the rest of your family. There you were greeted by your Grandsire the King, the queen, her children and of course your own parents. 

It was peaceful just like the other times but that peace was quickly followed by uneasiness. Your oldest uncle, Aegon succeeded in slipping some wine to breakfast but was unfortunately caught by his mother to which she began humbling him. Her hands shot out to snatch the wine from his hands, resulting in wine covering both the queens dress and her sons tunic.

You immediately lowered your head to not be caught laughing. You felt the piercing gaze of your mother and Jace hitting your arm. He too found it funny but was not as obvious as you. Though you did try to hide your amusement. 

When you calmed down you wanted to meet the eyes of Aegon, to see if he found it as amusing as you but instead the violet eyes of Aemond, your other uncle found yours. He was only slightly older than you. Many times you called him pathetic for not being able to get a dragon and so sent a smirk his way as you popped a grape in your mouth, eating it with with an open mouth to annoy him further.

You saw his lips close and hands gripping the knife harder. He never liked you, your brother he could tolerate despite his mothers disfavour to all the Velaryon- Bastard children. His main issue with you was the bullying he received from both you and his older brother, the young white haired already felt betrayed enough that his brother always teased him but when you joined Aegon his trust towards his family weaved even more. 

At first he thought, you only followed Aegon because you had a crush on his brother but that thought left as quickly as it came when you teased/bullied him even when you were alone or with your brothers. He could see that your brothers looked up at you, ignoring your temper and cockiness and too started teasing him when Aegon or you were present. 

Even though all four teased him, there still was a difference between you and the other three. His and your brothers still talked to him and joked with him rather than at him. You never laughed with him.

Once a Lord and his daughter came to Kings landing, to try and have his daughter wed to the second born as Aegon was wed to you. It almost was a succeed too if not for you. Aemond actually took a liking towards the Lords daughter but then he found you talking to her while he was training with his brother and nephews.

The young boy saw the daughter turning to him with a smile on her face, he thought she was beautiful but then he grew distracted when he noticed that she was not smiling at him but laughing at him with you behind her whispering words of poison into her ear.

Thanks to Aegon, Aemond found out that you had described his hair as Goat milk and rumoured to her that his dragon allegedly died right when saw Aemonds face- it actually never hatched.

His hatred for you grew even stronger but his calm and shy personality could not do anything, he could not do anything because he did not want be a disappointment like his brother. When Aemond would do something it would always contain words.

The young Targaryen prince did not even notice that breakfast has finished and they were to leave the table. Before he left the room completely, he glared at you and mouthed the word bastard while staring you right in the face. Aemond turned his back to you as he walked to his room to do whatever, not noticing the dark and murderous eyes being thrown at his head.

->

Only an hour passed since breakfast with the king. Your grandsire was back in his room resting while you and Helaena watched your brothers train. Your aunt was staring at the ugly being in her hand while you tried talking to her. It was hard as she never actually spoke rather mumbled to herself. 

You watched the insect with disfavour in your eyes. ‘’Are you not disgusting it maybe holds any diseases, aunt?’’ You again tried your luck speaking with her. ‘’It doesn’t.’’ Her soft voice whispered, her eyes not leaving that thing. ‘’How would you know?’’ You chuckled, throwing your hair back while cussing out the wind. 

‘‘I know.’‘ She again whispered not even acknowledging you. You scoffed, walking away, you could not be bothered. Before you were out of the young princess reach she actually said something, not to her animals but you. ‘‘actions have consequences- a bee dies after stinging another.’‘

You only looked at her like she was crazy, you waved her hand at her while walking to the weapons. ‘’Whatever.’’

You searched through the cart, that was filled with weapons. A loud laughed filled the air when you found something interesting. Before you could take it out fully a knight stopped you. ‘’Princesses are not allowed to wield weapons... my lady.’’ You took your hand out of the cart and turned to look at who was thinking they could order you. A displeased frown was shown on your face when Ser Criston Cole stood in front of you, a hand on his sword and the other wiping the sweat from his face.

You knew him and you hated him. He was always seen following the brown queen around like a dog. Your eyes turned to the right to see your uncles and brothers watching the scene. ‘’You left your job to train my uncles and brothers to tell me I cannot wield something from my own home?’’

You words were dripping with disbelieve, making the knight uncomfortable. He heard the stories of Rhaenrya first born being a little different than expected. Criston opened his mouth to continue talking but was stopped by the hand you shoved in his face. How he wished he could break this hand of yours and see Rhaenrya cry. The hatred for your mother never left.

He felt embarrassed as a ten year old disciplined him in front of the princes and other knights. ‘’How about a compromise?’’ You laughed in his face, clearly loving the anger shown on his face. Everyone on field knew you were made out of sarcasm and pettiness as shown by your words. ‘’You, Ser Criston Cole, go back being the training dog while I take the weapon I like, take the horse I like, take the dress I like and take the whore I like. Do you understand? I take what I desire and right now I desire for you to be gone. Piss off!’’ Your high pitched voice grew louder with each word you send his way. The training ground reflected the personality of Helaena, just as quiet as her.

‘‘I apologize my Lady. It was not in my place.’‘ Ser Criston was basically forced to speak these words. ‘’No it was not!’’ 

The eyes of the knights not leaving his body as he continued to train the princes. The shame in him and hatred for you grew even wider when he saw the oldest prince, Aegon laugh at what happened.

‘’That imbecile of a knight.’‘ You muttered under your breath and for the second time went on your tiptoes to look over the cart and grab what you saw before. You took the small bow and the already used arrows. Taking a good look at what you were holding, you grin.

As you were failing to shoot an arrow straight you did not feel the presence of another knight behind you. You body shook when hands where suddenly holding yours, big and dirty hands. ‘’Who dar-’’ 

‘‘May I help you, princess?’‘ The voice of a man interrupted you. Not an unfamiliar one, the voice belonged to Ser Harwin, a knight who always smiled at you and was always with your mother. You liked him and appreciated his service but not enough to show kindness. ‘’Are you telling me I am to dumb to use a bow and arrow?’’ She mumbled slightly embarrassed, knowing the shots from before definitely agreed.

‘’Of course not, my princess. You just need a little guiding and you can already go hunting yourself.’’ His words gave her courage and confidence as he spoke. ‘’Do you reckon?’’ You asked.

‘‘Absolutely.’‘ 

You showed immediate improvement while Ser Harwin was teaching you but still you always missed your targets. Anger was shown as you cussed out everyone on the field but it only grew worse when you heard an ugly chuckle from your right side. You stopped listening to the knight next to you and turned to see who dared to laugh at you. 

First white hair entered your vision, then violet eyes and after that you saw your uncle smirking at your arrows lying on the ground while kicking the dirt near his feet. Your ears completely blocked out Ser Harwin and the people around you and only focused on the form of your uncle. You remembered the word he spoke to you not even two hours ago.

Aemond brought his attention back to the Ser Cristin when it was his turn, ignoring your dark eyes. ‘’Princess focus please, you will not be able to hunt a boar like that.’’ Ser Harwin rubbed your shoulder, trying to get your attention away from your uncle and make the air feel lighter around you. The Strong knight was not in the dark with your temper issues and was glad he could help Rhaenrya in raising you as your father was away drinking his sorrows.

You lowered the bow and arrow and turned to look up at him, your brown eyes as sweet as sugar. ‘’Can I choose a target on my own?’’ It was like the anger you just held was replaced with honey. Your voice so soft, you resembled any ordinary ten year old. The knight pressed his lips together, thinking if that was a good idea but could not deny his daughter. 

‘‘Of course, my princess.’‘ 

You smiled brightly at him and turned away, hiding the dirty smile from him. ‘’Could you step back Ser, I do not want to feel pressured.’’ You spoke lies with amusement as you held your head high. ‘’Of course.’’ 

Your head was filled with vile things while pretending to search for a target, in reality you already had something in mind hence you told the knight to step back so he would not be able to stop you. Your eyes followed Ser Criston and Aemond as they clashed their swords together. You searched for your brothers, wanting to know where to run to when things escalated. They were on the other side of the training ground, meaning you had to run past Aemond.

That did not matter though, all you needed to do was to run past him. It was just running. You could handle that. You slowly lifted the bow, aiming it at something near the sword clashing. Before shooting you gathered your breath and held it in. Your eyes focused on Aemond, waiting for him to turn so you could see his face. 

You exhaled when both the knight and boy changed their positions. Now Aemond was facing you. In a fast motion you aimed the arrow in his direction, ignoring the shout from Ser Harwin and let go of the used and dirty arrow.

‘‘Princess!’‘ The loyal knight screamed as he tried to catch your running form.

A never stopping scream filled the air. Prince Aemond fell to ground, his sword and knife right next to him. Aemonds scream caught the attention from all the people present. They stood still not knowing what to do. The young boy reaches for the arrow stuck in his eye as blood never stopped flowing. ‘’Mother!’’ He screeched, trying to find comfort as he broke the arrow. Now only the tip of it stuck in his eye. His vision was red as he looked up in pain, the throbbing growing only worse while cried.

‘‘Prince Aemond!’‘ 

‘‘Someone get the queen!’‘ Everyone was now screaming mixing in with his screams.

Ser Criston and his brother were trying to sooth him but failed as he pushed their hands away and continued wailing in pain. Aemond saw fabric ran past him, in his eye it was red but he knew it originally held a yellowish colour. His hand quickly grabbed the bottom of the dress and yanked it towards him. You fell on your back as he climbed on top of you, scratching at the hands that tried to stop him.

‘‘You bastard!’‘ Aemond cried out and punched you many times in the face, grabbing your hair so he could turn your face to ground and roll it in dirt. Unfortunate for him he did not saw the hand coming towards his eye and pushing the arrow even deeper. ‘‘Arghh!’‘ He again cried out, the pain even greater than before. You pushed him off of you, rolling on top of him as you began to hit him everywhere a human felt pain. Mud was at the bottom of your feet and ruined both of your clothes while fighting in it.

Blood was staining both you and him. ‘’You deserved it, you stupid cun-’’ Your rage got interrupted when Ser Criston pushed you towards the ground, accidently stepping on your hand, breaking it. The field was then filled with a girls scream. ‘’You cunt,cunt- stupid fuck of a cun-’’ You stopped screaming at the knight when you saw Aemond on top of you again. ‘’Get off of me you pathetic bitch!’’ You tried to slap him with your other hand but he grabbed it and held it with a tight grip, pushing it on the ground. 

‘‘Ser Harwin! Ser Harwin!’‘ You cried out while wailing in pain. Your eyes tried to find him and when you did you were shocked, there he was on the ground knocked out cold. Your eyes looked up at Aemonds as he was spitting at you vile insults. ‘‘You will be sorry!’‘ He shouted at you while punching you again. 

Behind him you saw Ser Criston Cole standing, smirking at you while trying to hold the knights and your brothers back who wanted Aemond off of you. 

Defeated you cried out again. ‘’Mother! Mother!’’ Your voice was not heard as Aemond shut your mouth with his hand. Despise him being on top of you and hitting you he too was sobbing, the pain from his eye never leaving. The blood gushing out of it onto your face and mouth. Before Aemond could hit you again, you bit his hand and spit the metallic substance back at his face. ‘’I will never regret doing this, you white haired cunt!’’ You managed to rip your hand free from his grip and tried to poke him in the other eye but before you could do so everything stopped.

The whole ground grew silent, but they were still shouting. Your teary eyes flowed with water again and you looked up at your uncle in shock. He too was shocked for what just happened, what he had done. He quickly went off of you while crawling back, away from you, the bloody knife and broken arrow. The two of you were staring at each other. Both of you crying. Nobody had noticed what had happened, to busy fighting each other. 

Your scream filled the air again. Both of your hands quickly raising to your ears and finding one bloody and cut while the other still had an arrow stuck. Your small body could not even comprehend the pain in your head and ears. The agony was to big as you crawled up to be on your knees. Your dress dirty and ripped while your whole face was covered in blood, literally everything.

Your screams were so loud that you could not even hear yourself. In fact you could not hear anything. It was so quiet even though the fighting on the field never stopped. Aemonds and your own wailing never stopped so how come you could not hear anything?

Blood continued rolling down at the sides of your face, rolling under your dress. Everything was so loud but so quiet, you never stopped screaming as agony filled your head and that echo of pain grew even louder when you ripped the arrow from your ear. It looked like your hands were covered by red gloves. 

You could not hear what you were shouting or what but it got the attention of the people surrounding both you and Aemond. Aemond was yanking at the clothes of his brother while shouting for his mother. You did not feel your brothers coming next to you while you started to feel the pain over take you. 

Time felt like it would never end as Aemond bawled into his brother chest, while you wept into the ground with both hands on your ears trying to stop the bleeding. 

‘‘Aemond!’‘

‘‘Y/N!’‘

It was like the power in your muscle grew when you saw your mother running towards you, unable to understand what she was saying you grew frustrated. You were unashamed while sobbing loudly, only wanting to feel your mothers presence. 

Both you and Aemond called out at the same time, ‘’Mother!’’

#aemond #Aegon #hotd x you #reader #pathetic #meanreader #bully reader #masterlist #fight #loss of hearing #loss of vision #rhaenrya #alicent #criston #harwin #house of the dragon #viserys #lucerys #jacaerys

[kiame-sama]

Hi, how are you ?

Can you do yandere tenya iida x bully reader headcanons, please ?

(I'm good, how are you?)

- Odds are, the main thing anyone would bully him for would be how obviously he is a rich kid who went to a private school. Clearly, he has not been in a public school ever because his parents are heroes, his brother is a hero, and he wants to be a hero.

- It isn't very hard to fluster him especially because he thinks he is doing a good job in pretending to be a 'normal' student, even though no one believes he is for a second. Even with this being obvious, he will still do what he can to not let your words get to him because he forgives you so easily.

- As far as he is aware, he believes you bully him because you like him so much. He is a worshiping type of yandere and he actually collects anything of yours that he can find, from bandaids, to clothing scraps, and even small snips of your hair so long as he can get away with it. It may frustrate you to realize that your bullying and teasing doesn't do much to actually bother him beyond getting him flustered. Truly, he is the Midoriya to your Bakugo, the only difference being that he is yandere in his obsession and adoration.

- He contemplates asking the teachers to pair the both of you up as much as possible and is happy that you bully him because that makes the teachers try to pair you for exercises.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere iida #bnha yandere #yandere bnha #tw bullying #gender netural reader #yandere iida x reader #bully reader

[envy-of-the-apple]

The Sun Eats the Moon

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

Word count: 9.1k

Part two: Earth Kills the Moon

Synopsis: Your boss takes on Gojo Satoru as his newest client. Much to your relief, he doesn't seem to recognize you.

(Warnings: noncon, dubcon, rough sex, oral sex, bullying, harassment, one mention of choking, penetrative sex, afab!reader, coercion, forced relationships, implied baby trapping attempt, hint of pregnancy kink)

You wanted to quit the second you read the name. 

You should have. It would have been so easy to hand in your two weeks, tell your boss that you just couldn't. Or maybe you could have convinced one of the other paralegals to take your place. 

It's pathetic. Almost a decade had passed and you still felt yourself slink into the girl you once were, rolling under his thumb, utterly helpless. You should be better than that. You worked so hard to reach where you are now. 

You were different now, you told yourself over and over again. You were older, smarter. Besides, it'd been a decade, would he even remember you?

It's Higuruma who notices your restless fingers. You shouldn't have underestimated him, despite how exhausted he looks, nothing goes past your boss. He asks about it when you two are seated in a beige room, waiting for the client. 

"Is everything alright?" 

You're still staring out the window. How high were you? 16 stories, maybe even higher. Resentment, you can feel it rise up your throat, build throughout your body. Of course, he has fancy cars, pretty buildings, and limitless money. Men like him will never know what it's like to have nothing. All men were born equal. What a fucking joke. 

Higuruma shifts, and you jolt out of your thoughts. "Yes," you console, "apologies, I'm just tired." 

The lawyer hums, and you're not sure if he believes you or not. Before he can say anything, the frosted doors open. The rest of the legal team comes in, sitting at the long table you and Higuruma inhabited. 

He comes in last. He'd always had a liking for theatrics. 

Not much had changed within a decade. He was taller, bigger. He'd switched out of his high school uniform, opting for something more business-friendly. He still made heads turn. Became the center of attention. 

It's his smile that throws you. Sincere, real. Lingering on his face like extravagant jewelry. Hard not to notice. 

You react better than you anticipated. You don't shake or tremble or cry when he passes you. You just squeeze your fists, bunching your skirt in your palm. It helps. 

He sits down, right at the end, so everyone can see him. One foot elegantly crossed over the other. When he tilts his head, his soft white hair threatens to shift over brilliant blue eyes. 

"Well, I'm sure you don't need me to explain why we're all here." A few chuckles resonate from the small group. "Let's just do our best and hope nothing gets too out of hand."

His eyes slide over to meet yours, and you steel yourself for his eyes to widen. For something wicked and cruel and nasty to sink into his face. 

Nothing. 

Gojo Satoru maintains that same smile. The blaring sun. Painfully innocent. His gaze lasts barely a second before moving to the next face, and the next, and the next. 

"I look forward to working with all of you."                                     

𖤓

If you could describe Gojo Satoru in one word, it would be: celestial. 

He's like a shining star. Brighter than the sun. Everywhere he went, he was bound to attract attention. Much like how the Earth is drawn towards the sun, people are drawn towards Gojo Satoru. It's the natural order. 

But, if an insignificant planet resists the Sun's gravitational force, it'll get crushed. You learned this the hard way. 

Gojo had always been in your class for years. The third year was no different. Despite the commonality, you two never talked to each other. You had no reason to. Until the vending machine gave you two cartons, and you suddenly remembered from an overheard conversation that Gojo liked chocolate milk too. 

"Want it?" You hold it out to him during lunch break. He was in the middle of a boisterous conversation with his friend. They did intimidate you, but you had no reason to be scared. It's not like they were bullies.

Gojo's sunglasses dip down. He eyes what you're holding in your hand, before his gaze drifts back up to you. 

"The machine gave me extra," you supply, "do you want it?" 

"Oh, sure," he says after a moment. Your hands brush. "Thanks." 

You nod, and then you walk back to the cafeteria. It was meaningless. A favor between acquaintances. He was helping you more than you helped him. You didn't want to carry chocolate milk around in your backpack. You forgot about the interaction within a few hours. 

𖤓

The meeting ends hours later. When you stumble home, it's barely evening but you can still feel the stress creeping through your legs and arms. 

You go straight to your laptop. Fumbling through the keyboard, desperate, searching. 

He's famous. Of course, he is. In his mid-twenties, but already a multi-millionaire. The head of an extremely elite family. Your eyes scan picture after picture after picture. Photos of him drinking with models in skimpy bikinis. Fancy cars. Huge houses. Private jets. Gojo Satoru: the man behind Gojo Co., Gojo Satoru and supermodel Menza hinted at relationship, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru. 

You pull away when it starts to burn, when the rage and sorrow become too much. He has everything. Everything he could want. He made you go through hell for months, and yet he never got punished for it. The universe rewards him with lavishness you'd never be able to touch. 

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. 

Through your blinds, the sun happily shines. 

𖤓

You don't notice it until it becomes painfully unbearing.

Gojo calls you by your name now (until that day you bet he didn't even know you existed). He's like a ghost, constantly appearing out of nowhere to sling an arm around your shoulder, eager to chase off any of your friends to talk to you about things that don't matter.

He constantly offers to walk you home (and then Gojo ignores your refusals and does it anyway). It stays like that for a few days, never bordering beyond friendliness. You think he's harmless. Maybe he just hasn't had someone genuinely do a nice favor for him. Besides, you're flattered by the attention. Even you can be swayed by the pull of Gojo Satoru. It feels nice to be wanted. 

You reason it'll just be for another week. A week later, you two will be nothing but acquaintances, sometimes exchanging quick smiles during class. 

It doesn't truly dawn on you as to what he's doing until he comes out and says it. 

"What?" Because you must have misheard him. 

"We should," he says, not even bothering to repeat himself, "I mean, we're practically dating already. Let's just make it official." 

You stare at him. As always, he's utterly beautiful. The light of the setting sun makes his skin glow gold. Whenever he's walking you home is one of the rare times he removes those sunglasses. His eyes are like jewels, pretty things that you wish were yours. 

You laugh. It's high and panicky because you still think he's joking. He doesn't laugh with you. You stop. 

"Oh-oh, I'm sorry Gojo-I wasn't-I didn't think. I'm just not...interested in dating anyone right now. It's not you! I think-I think you're great, but it's just the wrong time, and school is getting so much busier and-" you keep rambling, coming up with excuse after excuse because you're convinced Gojo would cut you off with an awkward laugh, tell you it's fine. 

He doesn't do either, letting your flounderings get more and more pathetic. His smile had dropped. You can't read his expression anymore. 

Eventually, you grow quiet, standing with him in that silence. When that gets too much, you timidly tell him to have a goodnight and walk home. He doesn't follow, staying rooted to the sidewalk where you left him. You're not running away, you tell yourself over and over again. And yet, you can't help but feel relief as soon as you can't feel his eyes. 

Don't resist the Sun. It'll crush you. 

𖤓

It was something minuscule. 

Barely considered legal work. The case would most likely be finished in a couple of weeks. The defendant had nothing on Gojo Satoru, at least from what you and the other paralegals could see. You highly doubted it would even go to court. Higuruma always had a knack for bringing anyone to the table. Gojo would be let off from whatever he did without a hitch. No punishment. Just like always. 

"Word of advice, don't think about what happens in the private sector," Higuruma says, over whiskey. 

The firm was celebrating another victory at a fancy bar. You were still stewing over the face of that young woman's face when the judge ruled in your client's favor. She looked heartbroken. You can still remember the sleazy smile your client had given her. 

"It's a job," he says, "do it. Boost your resume, and get out." 

He takes another dainty sip of his glass. Tonight, the circles underneath his eyes seem even darker. "You're a young kid. Do something else with your life." 

When he offers to buy you a round, you accept. You think about that night sometimes, and you wonder if Higuruma wished someone else would have given him that advice when he was younger. 

Do the job, and get out. Easier said than done. Especially when the job involved Gojo Satoru. 

Associating with him was dangerous, you knew that firsthand, especially when he was interested in something you had. You'd left, but that wouldn't save you. The space of decades would not help. 

Burn Gojo once, he won't forgive you. Burn Gojo twice? You don't think there's anyone alive who did that. 

Over the coming days, you expect something from him. It's a nagging feeling in your stomach. The delayed response to a gunshot. Dread. You expect him to snap. Push. Break. 

He never does. Gojo remains pliant, the same to you as he remains to your boss. There's no additional touching, no disgusting nicknames, no scathing looks. Nothing. 

You don't get the confirmation until a week later, when Gojo stops you near the elevator. 

"Higuruma's...assistant, right? Sorry, never got your name," he says, and you steel yourself because the two of you are alone and here it comes but if you yell loudly enough maybe-

"He asked for some paperwork, and I finally found it for him." Gojo hands you a stack of sheets with a cheery smile. "You won't mind giving that to him, will ya? Thanks!" 

Just as quickly as he arrives, he leaves, shoes clicking down the hall as he goes. You can only stare at his rescinding back, the palpable feeling of relief nearly making your knees buckle. 

The best news you could have possibly received. Gojo Satoru had completely forgotten about you. 

When you got home later that evening, the rain was heavy, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. 

𖤓

You don't have proof it was him. 

It's unjust to accuse people of things they didn't do. You lack any evidence. It could have easily started by itself. You'd always been meek and timid. People were bound to take advantage of that. 

But the timing was just too perfect for it to not be caused by him. 

In the weeks following the incident with Gojo, school went from tolerant to hell. It started small, at first. Tiny. Unoticable. Insignificant. Some people (Gojo's lackeys, you'd later realize), would nudge you as they passed you by the halls. They apologized, mid-laugh, and in the beginning, you truly thought they were sincere. Then, the nudges turned into pushes, then shoves. That's when you knew you had a target on your back. 

At first, you found it kind of hard to believe. Bullying? It sounded so childish. Something reserved for petty middle schoolers. You were in your final year of high school. You were already an adult. You laughed it off, for a bit. Mostly because it was so ridiculous. Only when it starts becoming more severe, more apparent that you were his target, do you start taking things more seriously.

There was no proof, but everyone knew it was Gojo. And being on Gojo's bad side wasn't something people were willing to risk. One by one, your friends started to disappear, reducing their involvement by sending strained smiles during passing period. The more stubborn ones who were more adamant about staying by your side were chased away too. They'd skip school for a few days, before coming back and completely ignoring you.

Teachers and staff were no help either. Why would they? Gojo's family held them in the palm of their hand. The most your homeroom teacher would do was avert his eyes whenever something was thrown at you for the third time in class, and quietly remind students to settle down. 

You fell on the ground with an embarrassing thump. A chorus of laughter, and a mocking 'sorry' is all you hear from the crowd. Other students step over your scattered papers, giving you looks of sympathy but never bothering to help. You'd call them cowards, but you know you'd do the same.

Instead, you focus on collecting your papers. You avoid the lump in your throat. The tears that threaten to break over your waterline. It's humiliating, being stuck on the floor like this. It's only Wednesday, but you already feel like breaking.

Hands, scarred, move past you, collecting the rest of the sheets. His face is carefully blank as Geto Suguru neatly tucks his share all in one piece before handing it to you. You give your thanks. He ignores it. 

“Are you hurt?” Geto asks, his voice barely loud enough to hear.

You think you scrapped your knee during the fall, but other than your pride, you're fine. You shake your head. Geto sighs. It's not out of relief.

“That's good,” he says anyway.

You found it ironic that Gojo's best friend is the only one who bothers to help you these days. It makes sense, in a way. It's not like he'll send his goons to Geto, instead. In this solar system, Geto Suguru is the only person unaffected by Gojo's solar flares. 

You work in relative silence, collecting the mess that fell out of your bag. Geto hands you the last of the supplies, idly watching as you tuck them away.

“Take my advice,” he says just before he leaves, “give in.”

He stands up. Geto Suguru has always been taller than you, but now the difference feels even worse. When he looks down at you, a flicker of pity lingers in his eyes. It's gone before it can mean anything. 

“It'll only get worse from here if you don't.”

Worse, he had said. God, what could be worse? You were already at rock bottom. All you have left is your dignity. Something you intend on gritting your teeth to keep.

You quickly learned something about Geto Suguru: he knew his best friend. 

Friday. The end of the worst week of your life has finally arrived. The week after is break, and then maybe Gojo will move onto some other hyperfixation, and finally leave you alone.

Classes were out. You were done, free to run home and cry the entire week away. And then, you noticed, your locker was open.

Smashed in, was a better term. Completely, irrevocably, destroyed. It looked like someone had taken a wooden bat to repeatedly smash in the metal until it cracked open like an egg. 

You don't want to look, but you have to. The busted door is barely hanging on its hinges when you push it open. 

It's worse than anything you could think of. 

Your books, textbooks, journals, are all torn apart and written on. All the contents of your bag have been thrown around. Your assignments, your notes, your pens and pencils. But it's your laptop that makes your throat stop. Smashed, broken without any hope of being salvageable. Your everything was in there. Why why why would he do this to you? 

This wasn't bullying. 

This was abuse. 

Fuck pride. Fuck dignity.

You were so tired. 

Despite the hell his lackeys put you through. Gojo Satoru himself never bothered you. In fact, you hadn't seen him all week. He doesn't make himself impossible to find. You know where his group hangs out after school. You're barely holding yourself together when you hear his voice. His pretty laugh. You don't care about how you look, close to breaking, your voice high-pitched and shaky. 

"Why?" 

Your voice catches his attention. He falls into silence, just like the rest of the group. Gojo surveys you for a moment. There's a scoff, a hint of amusement before he waves off the rest of the group. 

"Get lost." 

They comply, dispersing in multiple directions. For the first time, in a long while, you and Gojo are left alone. You and Gojo are left, alone. 

"Well?" he tilts his head, completely bored. 

"What do I have to do?" You ask desperately, "What-what do I have to do to make this all stop? Please I'll-I'll do anything, just-just make it-" 

It's all too much. You can't hold your sobs in, bursting into tears as you fumble through your words. He tuts in mock pity. You flinch when you feel his hand against your cheek, but he doesn't let you shy away. 

"Anything?" He asks when your sobs simmer into hushed whimpers, "Really? Anything?" 

You blink, looking up at him with rough teary eyes. He's grinning, wide and manic. Your heart drops when he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. 

"Anything, right?" 

You nod once. He sighs in pure delight. His breath tickles your cheek. 

"Get on your knees." 

You jerk back, but Gojo doesn't let you go far, a hand on your shoulder, keeping you rooted on the spot. At your look of pure panic, he only laughs a little. 

"I-I-Gojo you-" 

"And call me Satoru now. Since we're gonna get to know each other a lot better," he interrupts with a chiding grin, ignoring your wide eyes. "What? I thought you said anything, right?" 

He's asking, but it's clear you don't get a choice anymore. His grip on your shoulder is tight, close to crushing skin and bone. You're trapped. No, you were trapped the moment you talked to Gojo Satoru. 

To think this all started because of two cartons of chocolate milk. 

You relent when his grip gets too painful, sinking down to your knees. The grass is cool, and you know it will leave damp spots on your skirt, letting everyone know what you did for him. 

"Good girl," he coos, and you shudder at his hand petting your hair. Like you're some precious pet. To him, maybe you are. How could anyone think of treating a human like this? You should be grateful he does it for you, instead of demanding you to pull him out. Still, the jiggle of his belt makes you wince. You turn away, not being able to bring yourself to look. Only when the tip of his cock reaches your peripheral, do you look back. It's big. You should have expected it, considering his height. It's already leaking, a bead of precum that makes you shudder. He moves forward and you instinctively grip his thigh. 

"Gojo I-" 

"Nuh-uh. Satoru," he ununciates, "Satoru. You gotta' start listening to me baby, or else we're gonna have problems." 

You look down at the grass. Green, soft. 

"Satoru." 

His eyes flash in satisfaction. 

"Open up, pretty girl." 

The last of your fight disappears, sinks into the soft grass. You swallow, once, before you take him. It's a slow, torturous process. He's too big, your jaw is already starting to ache. Satoru barely notices your discomfort, sighing in contentment when you start to gag on his cock, reaching down to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. 

You make a muffled gurgle and he tilts his head down. His sunglasses fall forward, two pretty eyes stare at you. 

"What? Don't act like this is your first time-" he stops himself, mid-thought. 

"Wait...this can't be your first time, right?" 

If you weren't humiliated enough. You can't even lie, averting your eyes to avoid any further shame. 

"Poor baby," Satoru says, all too delighted, "lemme' walk you through it. Gotta' suck on it, just like a lollipop-that's it-use your tongue," he encourages, still gripping his cock in his hand, like he was feeding it to you. 

You can feel your mouth open wider. Tears stream down your face, not just from your pride, but also from pain. Satoru lets you take him in like this for a few more moments, just enjoying your warm mouth. 

"There we go," he breathes, "take-fuck-take all of me." 

But Satoru isn't known for his patience. You've barely taken all of him in yet before he grabs your hair to fuck your throat properly. You choke, sputtering all over his cock. He barely pays you any mind, his head thrown back as he rams himself down your mouth without a care in the world. 

"Y'know, our first time together could-could have been nicer," he says through gritted teeth, the heat was starting to get to him, "but you just had to go and mess it up, huh?" 

If you were stronger. If you were braver. You would have rejected it. Screamed. Fought. At the very least, you would have denied his delusions. But you weren't strong. You weren't brave. You were weak. Stupid. This was all your fault. Had you just given in the moment he asked, this wouldn't be happening to you. Or maybe, he'd be a bit nicer about it. 

He hisses, gripping the back of your head before something warm and disgusting fills your mouth. Above you, Satoru lets out a shameless groan, a mix of your name as well as a curse. He releases you then, finally letting you sink to the floor. You fall forward, resting on your hands and knees, panting, trying to regain your breath, some semblance of sanity. You can still taste him. It's salty, a sickly tang. You spit as much as you can on the grass. It doesn't help. 

He kneels, getting down to your level. With the way he's silently watching you, you know he's waiting for the right answer this time. 

Don't resist the Sun. It'll crush you. 

So, you drop your gaze down. You take in a deep long stilted breath. 

"Yes, Satoru," you say, voice quiet, pliant, "I'll go out with you." 

His demeanor drops in just a second. He smiles, painfully innocent, like you hadn't spent the last few moments choking on his cock. He cups your face with both hands and you wonder how he could look at you like that, gently, as though you weren't covered in tears and his cum. 

(You still feel it drip down your mouth. Tonight, when he finally lets you go home you'll cry for hours in the shower, hoping the water will wash away all the shame you feel. It won't.)

"Finally!" He exclaims, laughing, light, happy, elated, "I'm so glad you finally came around. I was starting to think I was ugly or something." 

 You stay like that for a while. Underneath him. You let his hands run up and down your body, like he's feeling the space that makes up you. Soon, you'd realize Gojo Satoru liked to touch things that were beneath him. A thought muddles it's way through your numb brain. You bring yourself to look at him. 

"Satoru?" you ask. He sighs in satisfaction, stroking your hair. 

"My laptop...it's broken." 

You didn't know what else to say. It sounded accusatory, even to your ears. Righteous. You wondered if he heard it too, if he'd do something about it. 

Satoru only scoffs.

“that old thing?” You flinch. It was a gift from your aunt, you highly doubted he cared enough about the sentimental. He hugs you closer, almost like a snake, constricting you within its scales before it devours you. 

(You think the worst part is that he didn't even deny it.)

“I'll just get you a new one, baby.”

He walks you home later that evening. When he demands a kiss, you comply, numbly pressing your aching lips to his. 

The sunset is pretty today. 

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It's not a particularly hard case, but Gojo has a knack for keeping those who work for him busy. Higuruma had asked you to stay behind, once again. The two of you were stuck alone in the office building, a room that Gojo had graciously supplied. 

You were milling through a stack of papers when someone new walked in. You didn't recognize her. She was tall, pretty, sparkling jewelry littered her neck and wrists. Your eyes drifted up and down her outfit, something that definitely wasn't business-appropriate. A part of you wants to ask where she got that lipgloss from. 

"Oh," she tilts her head, surveying the two of you with pretty eyes, "is Sato not here?" 

You inwardly cringe at the nickname, but choose not to show it. Higuruma is the one who saves you, in the end. He speaks on both of your behalf. 

"Mr. Gojo isn't here at the moment," he says, "feel free to wait." 

She does as she's told, plopping down on a seat right next to her. Higuruma goes back to ignoring her, dutiful in everything like he always is. You, on the other hand, don't like the way some of the other associates eye her legs. When you wordlessly hand her your jacket, she gratefully accepts. 

"Thanks. I love your bag, by the way," she cheerily says and a part of you feels bad for her. 

Minutes pass. She crosses her legs and then uncrosses them. When she crosses them again, you have to look up from your paperwork and ask if she's feeling alright. 

"Just nervous," she admits, "I-I haven't seen Sato since our...last meeting." 

Everyone in the vicinity knows this wasn't a casual business meeting, you don't get why she's avoiding the elephant like that. Probably to save face. It's clear from her behavior that she wasn't expecting so many visitors, so perhaps this situation is new for her. You found it strange that a booty call would be called up to an office building, especially when people were clearly watching, but you doubted Mr. Gojo cared about that. He was always shameless in that regard, uncaring about anyone's reputation, even his own. That's why he's in this legal mess in the first place. Besides, you were part of Gojo's Satoru's legal team. Part of your job is to be discreet about his extracurricular affairs. 

Gojo Satoru hadn't changed at all since high school. Why would he? His personality has gotten him this far, after all. The Sun would never change, it's a constant sphere of fire. You wouldn't want him to change. You were banking on his stagnant nature to slip by. You couldn't imagine if he did change, improve himself, and realize how horrible he'd been to you. How would you be able to keep yourself together if he pulled you aside one day and tried to apologize? You'd break. Things are better the way they are now. Let Gojo Satoru indulge himself in all this lavishness, forgetting about the people he's tortured. It's better this way. 

You glance over at the girl. She's young, maybe a couple of years younger than you. You can see the flush on her cheeks. The clear swooning. A part of you wonders what she'd think about that man if you ever told her what he did to you. What a monster he is-

"There you are!" Mr. Gojo strides in, just as silent as always, making himself known when he wants to. 

The girl jumps up, her eyes lighting up in pure excitement as she practically drags herself into Mr. Gojo's arms. He places an arm on the small of her back, scarily close to touching somewhere inappropriate as she chatters away. They disappear off to wherever rich men like him go. 

It's so quick. You must have imagined it because, for a second, you were sure he'd glanced back at you. 

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By now, everyone knows you're Satoru's. That means, like him, you're untouchable. 

You're not celestial. If Satoru was a star, then you were a stray meteor he'd found hurtling through space, and he couldn't resist forcing it to revolve around him. In exchange for suffering through his solar flares and radiation, he protects you from bigger planets that are all too eager to smash into you. The one relief is that no one seems to bother you anymore. You haven't been shoved around, pushed, or prodded. Sometimes, you receive glares from Satoru's old ex's, but it's more tolerable than burnt homework. 

Satoru has officially chased away all your friends, but he's more than happy to keep you company. You sit next to him in lunch now, quietly listening as he prattles on to the rest of his friends (you recognize some of them, the ones who messed with you, they never seem to hold your gaze for long). You used to study on campus alone, right after school let out. Now, you still do it, but with Satoru watching. It's hard to concentrate with his wandering fingers and wet lips. 

He takes all of your firsts. You don't give them to him, much less, he demanded it of you. The first time he fully takes you is far less romantic than you'd ever hoped. It was on his bed after he'd practically dragged you over to his house that night. You went home the next day covered in marks that took nearly a week to heal. A little while after that, Geto came to talk to you again. For the second time ever. 

"Here." He offers you a packet. Pills. You're confused for a moment until you realize Satoru didn't wear a condom. 

"Thank-" 

"Don't," he cuts you off, "Don't thank me." 

He says it with so much hate that you think it's directed at you. It isn't until years later that you realize the disgust was towards himself. 

There are theories that the Moon once had color. 

It wasn't just white. It was green and blue, and red. 70 million years ago, it could have been much like the Earth. It didn't have a strong atmosphere, however. The gaseous layer was slowly stripped away. The sun didn't help. With no atmosphere, the unfiltered solar radiation slowly began to bleach the once colorful celestial body a dull white. Before long, the sun had created the moon to be its image. Now, the only color the moon has to offer is the sun's reflection. 

When the moon was out, you often stared at it, reveling in its beauty. Now, trapped in between Satoru's arms, you find its skeleton a bit too haunting to look at. 

Three more weeks. Just three more weeks. 

Graduation is coming up soon. You already had your college picked out, far far away from this backward town. From his conversations, Satoru was planning on going to some high-end college in Tokyo. With the way he kept looking back at you, you had a feeling he was planning on dragging you there too. 

You were intelligent enough to keep your mouth shut about your plans. Satoru never asked, so you guessed he assumed you would let him bully you into whatever he wanted. He was right, so far. It's not like you'd ever argued with him. 

Your parents were the only people who knew about your plan. They were excited, albeit for the wrong reasons. 

"I'm so glad to see you're this interested in higher education," your mother beamed, "why the sudden change?" 

You look at your mother's face. People have told you that you share the same smile. You wonder if she'd keep smiling if you ever told her about what Satoru's been doing to you, the bullying, the harassment. 

You can't. You won't, because you can't bear to see her give you the same pitiful look your classmates give-the one Geto gives. You don't want her to see you as something broken. 

"I'm just starting to think I might go into law," you finally say, "definitely need college for that."

On Thursdays, you have to sit inside the gym during Satoru's basketball practice. You wait on the bleachers, reviewing notes, and listening to the squeaking of sneakers. Satoru's good at the sport. You know last year they won a few tournaments. Whenever he scores a point, he gives a cheer, turning back to see if you saw it too. In those moments, you remember he's just a kid. He's your age. You can feel the envy. There, but too insignificant to do anything. He pleasantly lives his childhood, even after he stole yours. 

Practice ends, always a little later than it's officially supposed to. Coach gives the final whistle and then Satoru is jogging back to you. Your things are already neatly packed into your bag. His breath is barely ragged, you can smell the hint of sweat as he kisses you on the lips. You can feel eyes on you, same as always. It's getting easier to ignore the gawking. After all, you're Satoru's now. 

"Miss me?" he asks when he pulls away. He grabs your stuff before you can, hauling your backpack away. To others, it may look like he's being a sweet boyfriend. To you, it's another leash, tugging you to where he wants to go. You're not sure how Satoru sees the action. 

You clamber out of the bleachers, following him without a word. Usually, Satoru would walk you home. You'd share a kiss with him on the front porch. And for the rest of the day, he'd finally leave you alone. 

He grabs your hand, shooting you a wink when you lightly jostle into his body. Instead of heading out the door, Satoru turns his gaze towards the empty locker rooms. The light's automated. It flickers an unsettling white, casting a sick glow along the tiles. You are barely through the door before Satoru's pinning you against the lockers, kissing you as aggressively as he can. 

Your hands immediately find their way to his shoulders, squeezing. It's not enough to hurt him, but it grabs his attention anyway. He lets up a little, relaxing into your touch. 

"Sorry, baby," he says not sounding apologetic at all, "just be good f'me, okay? Need you." 

He's pent up, you realize and you look at the door. School's out. The campus is nearly empty. But people are still around. And the door he just shoved you through doesn't have a lock- 

Oh, wait. Would it even matter if someone came in and saw you? Everyone knew you were Satoru's. 

Three more weeks. Just three more weeks. 

He's trailing down, dropping to his knees. He flips up your skirt, pushing aside your panties, and attaches his hot mouth to your pussy. He's ravenous, today. Sucking on your clit like he can't bear to do anything else. You gasp, immediately assaulted by the shocks of pleasure running up and down your back.

You press against the wall, arching your back, giving him even more to suck on. He hums in approval, his voice getting lost in your wet folds. You're practically dripping now, and Satoru, with all his debauchery, gladly licks it all up as you writhe and whimper above him. Your thighs grow tighter around him, threatening to crush his skull if both his hands weren't carved into the fat of your thighs, squeezing. 

Your initial panic is washed away, crumbled by his insistent tongue and fingers. You whimper out his name again as his tongue circles your clit and two fingers continue to move in and out of your sopping pussy. You're crying now, tears of pleasure and brokenness floating down your cheeks. Despite how blurry your vision is, you can see Satoru looking up at you. 

"Getting close?" he's breathless, but there's still a hint of playfulness in his voice, "gonna sing, pretty girl?" 

He gives a particularly hard suck on your clit and you're gone. You seize, throwing your head back as your legs shake from the force of your orgasm. It's a scream, so loud and shameless. Satoru gives a groaned pant, lapping up your aftertaste, making you jolt from the overstimulation before he finally gets to his feet. You watch as he haphazardly wipes the remnants of you with his sleeve before he's kissing you again. 

"Always so sweet f'me," he purrs, biting at your lips before he fumbles with his belt. His cock is already red and strained. He pants, head shifting to fall at the crook of your neck as he lines himself up and sinks into you with one full thrust. 

You whine a mix of a sob and a hissed moan. He hushes you with a stilted breath, barely keeping himself together as he pumps himself into you. Both of you are sweating now. You can feel the beads draw down your neck. He licks at your clavicle, biting when he starts to get more aggressive. When it's too less, he hikes your thigh over his waist, keeping it there so he can go even deeper. 

"Fuck, I'm crazy for you," he slurs against your skin. You can barely pay attention to his words, barely keeping your own voice in check, "’would do anything for you, pretty girl." 

He raises his head, looking you in the eye. His sunglasses have been tossed on the floor. You can his beautiful eyes, two cosmic galaxies of blue. You could stare at them for hours, discovering each variant of cerulean, naming each one. You bet each day you look, you'll find another shade. They're so pretty.

You wonder how pretty those eyes would look floating in a jar. 

"'Toru-!" you gasp when Satoru rocks himself into again, even faster. The name you accidentally gave him when you're too fucked out to comprehend language makes him laugh in pure delight, his smile uncontrolled, delirious. 

"Right here, baby," he moans into your sweaty skin, hand reaching down to rub your clit, "your ‘Toru's right here. Just where you need him." 

His fingers move under your shirt, squeezing at your tits, exploring, roughly grabbing at your chest. The sensation makes you wince. Your walls draw even tighter, choking his cock. 

"Too-too much, 'Toru, p-please." He growls at your begging, burying his face in your neck again. He nips at your damp skin, you flinch. 

"I gotcha' baby," he breathes, "just-just lemme-" He presses on your clit. It's all you need. 

You come with a sob, your pussy squeezing, milking Satoru for all he's worth. He's not too far behind, hips stuttering before he whines in your ear. Something warm fills your cunt. 

You flounder, sagging against the wall. Satoru's the only thing that keeps you upright as you fight to catch your breath. He isn't in any better shape, panting just as hard as you are. He lifts his head, pressing his damp forehead onto yours. There's a dreamy smile on his lips. A look of absolute adoration. 

"I love you." 

You look at him. There's nowhere else to look.

"I love you," he repeats, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your lips. His lips trail down, caressing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. It would almost feel nice, but you can only stare straight ahead. You can see the dull green lockers in the distance. You can smell the mold in the damp locker room. You can feel Satoru's cum slowly seep out of you, trailing down your thigh. 

Fuck three weeks. 

You needed to get out, now. 

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The only reason you went is because you were told Gojo Satoru wouldn't be there. 

His assistant had off-handily mentioned that he had a meeting on the other side of town. Very last minute. The building as a whole would be empty, just a skeleton crew and a couple of security guards to keep the place running. It made sense, it was 8 pm- long past any proper business hours. 

Higuruma could have easily gone, but it's clear the sleepless nights have been getting to him, or the stress. His paralegal is more than qualified to act like a middleman between him and Mr.Gojo's associates. It's an easy mission. Just grab a few things, and get out. 

Gojo Satoru wasn't supposed to be there. 

And yet, there he was, leaning against the door, blocking you into the room. 

His assistant had always been a mousey thing. Tonight, however, he'd been extra ansty, looking around the room. Babbling out excuses as to what was taking him so long. Now, when he can barely even look at you, you realize he was just a distraction. 

"You're off the clock, Fimo," Gojo finally breaks the silence, "take tomorrow off too, okay?" 

His assistant quickly nods, keeping his head down to flit out the door. You can't even bring yourself to be mad at him. Gojo always had a habit of singling out the weakest, crushing them within his fist, unless they bent or broke. 

The door shuts with a click. 

"You know, I didn't even recognize you at first," he starts. He takes a small step forward. 

You take one back. He puts his hands up. 

"Okay, don't be like that," he sighs, exasperated, "It's been what, 10 years? How you've been?" 

He steps around you, barely brushing against your shoulder to get to his desk. He reaches down, grabbing a wine bottle and two glasses from a cabinet, setting both down on mahogany wood. 

"Wanna drink? Technically, it's against company policy to serve alcohol in the building but I won't tell if you don't." He grins. It looks bloody. 

He looks so casual, the man who's haunted your nightmares, leaning against a desk in a building he owns. Your heart's beating in your chest. It's so loud. You wonder if he can hear it too. 

When you don't respond, he rolls his eyes. 

"Figures." He pops the cork. "You were always such a stickler for the rules." 

"What do you want?" You ask, your tone weaker than you'd liked. 

"What? Don't you wanna catch up? I missed you." You flinch at his words, looking away. "A paralegal, huh? Gotta' say, wasn't what I expected, but it fits you." It sounds condescending, but you don't poke the bear, opting to stay silent. 

He seems to take an issue with that, regardless. 

"Are you mad? If anything, I should be the one upset at how you just ran off like that. After all that time we spent together too. I didn't even get a breakup text." 

 His last words, send a chill up your spine. A warning. Staying here any longer would be a mistake. 

You go to move. 

Satoru's faster. 

Your head slams against the wall. Hard. Enough to hurt. You struggle anyway, clawing at the hand that's gripping your throat, the body pinning you down. Above you (he's gotten so much taller now), Gojo tuts in disappointment. 

"I tried to be nice and look where that got me. You tried to run again," he muses, like he's disappointed, "I shouldn't be surprised. You've always needed something with a bit more teeth." At his threat, his hand on your throat tightens. You freeze. 

It's barely choking you, but it's enough of a warning. His other hand is playing with the end of your blouse, feeling the fabric. You can feel the tears start. They're a familiar taste. Only this time, they're twinged with bitterness. 

"Don't do this," you whisper, "Don't-don't-" 

"Yeah, I don't think you're in any position to make demands right now." He's grinning, but when you look into his eyes, you can see the anger. A fire that has burned for a decade. At that moment, you realized Gojo Satoru had changed. Now, he was better at hiding how he truly felt. 

You should have quit the moment Higurama got him as a client. 

Gojo's dragging you over to the desk, haphazardly pushing away the stuff already on it. The computer, the bottle, the wine glasses all fall to the floor with a deafening crash as he shoves you down, splaying you across the table. He follows you down, leaning to meet your lips in a frenzied kiss. It's different than all the other times he'd kissed you. He'd lost all the inexperience, more keen on making you stay put and bleed. When you try to turn your face, pushing at his chest, he only growls. A large hand grabs your chin, keeping you in place for him. 

When he pulls away, there's a hint of blood on his plush lips. It's not his. He licks it up regardless. 

You're full-on sobbing now; barely in sucking air as your body shudders and jolts. You don't expect comfort, least of all from him, but he's cooing, wiping away your tears. 

"Missed this," he purrs, ignoring the way you weakly push at him, "'guess that was my mistake. I was expecting you to be different. Nah, you'll be the same crybaby you always were. That's how you managed to slip under my radar." 

He buries his face into your hair, sighing in contentment as you shiver underneath him. His lips graze the crown of your head, a complete juxtaposition to his words. 

"Scream all you want. No one's here, baby." No one's gonna save you from me.

 Still, you try anyway. Your hands grip his broad shoulders, digging in your nails until he hisses. 

"Fuck maybe you have changed." He rasps, fiddling with his belt. "You're bitchier now." 

"Gojo-Gojo what are you-" He bites on your bare clavicle. You squeal, stilling underneath him again. 

"Satoru," he insists. You slump over the desk as he takes both your hands, wrapping his leather belt around your delicate wrists. You wince when he twists it into a knot. The leather bites into your skin. The fight dissolves just as rapidly as it arrived. He hadn't even lifted a finger against you. You were just that pathetic. 

"Satoru," you breathe, waving your flag of defeat. He hums, licking at the bitemark. You can feel the heat bloom on your skin. They'll be a mark tomorrow, and much like Satoru, it would go away so easily. 

"There's my good girl," he groans, cold hands fiddling with the buttons on your blouse, opening it up until your bra pops out, "I know I should be more mad, but I've always had a soft spot for you. Guess things will never change, hm?" 

His mouth dips down, tracing your collarbone to your breasts. He wiggles down your bra, letting your tits spill out and into his hands. He squeezes one while taking another in his mouth, swirling the bud with his tongue before devouring. His moan is barely muffled by your tits. Yours is clear, high-pitched and breathy. Satoru always had no problem being shameless. And he often dragged it out of you too. 

He's mouthing something against your skin, but you're too distracted by his other hand, slinking down your waist, pushing up your pencil skirt, letting it bunch around your hips. In the moment, you chastised yourself for wearing something so easy to get rid of, but it wasn't like you were expecting for him to be here, to bring you down just like he did when you were in high school. It's not like you were expecting to fall. 

Satoru feels around your pantyhose, running up and down your thigh, searching. He squeezes the sheer fabric, before he rips a hole into it. You gasp, jerking at the action. 

"That's-"

"I'll buy you new ones," he says, voice muffled by your tits. The conversation feels familiar. 

He bypasses your panties immediately, finding your pussy with practiced ease. You're already soaking. At this, he raises to look at you. You can't keep eye contact, timidly looking away. He laughs. It sounds sickenly affectionate. 

"You're so cute." He purrs just as he leaves another mark on your chest. Your tits bounce under his attention as he pushes two fingers into your tight sopping hole. Your back curls, arching off the desk as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. Disgust grows within you, not at him, but at yourself, for letting yourself get this low. This desperate. 

It doesn't stay for long. He's cruel like that, moving in a way that makes you forget your humanity. His fingers get even faster, digging into your cunt and curling somewhere deep inside, hitting a spot that makes you gasp. You're reduced to whimpering moans by the time he finally stops, fingers exiting your pussy with a wet noise. He brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste. 

"Fuckin' sweet," he moans, taking his fingers out with a sickening pop before wiping the drool on your heaving tits. 

Your eyes float to the window. The moon is out, you blearily realize. It's a blood moon, a rusty red. Once every 3 months, it'll lose its heavenly glow. The innocent milky white will get shadowed by the Earth's rusty atmosphere. It'll regain its color eventually. The Sun doesn't like to be overshadowed. 

Something hard and blunt slides between your legs. You're barely given a second to comprehend it before Satoru grabs you by the hips, filling you up with one thrust. You yelp, a semblance of his name on your lips, but it's shrouded by the moan you give out. 

He stays like that for a bit. You should be grateful he is letting you adjust to him. His cock is sickenly familiar to your walls. Satoru's hair brushes your cheek as he leans up to whisper in your ear. 

"How many?" he sounds like he's gritting his teeth, barely in control, "how many guys have you let fuck you since you ran?" 

You blink, wondering if he's seriously asking, but you can hear the seriousness in his tone. Even now, he's concerned with the wrong things. He's always been petty like that. 

"You," you say because there's no point in lying, "it's only ever been you." 

You say it like it's a curse, because to you, Satoru had cursed you. He'd stolen something you'd never be able to enjoy, devouring it, keeping it for himself. A part of you will always hate yourself for letting him do that, just like a part of you will always be his. 

Satoru deflates, as if he's relieved, easing his face into the crook of your neck, placing an almost loving kiss on your shoulder. He starts slow, slowly drawing his cock out, just until his tip is barely still in, before he pushes himself back into your hole. His pace is slow, controlled. It's different than when he was younger, more eager to get himself off more than anything. Now, it's like he's enjoying the intimacy, the feeling of your walls squeezing him. The wet noises. He's barely affected. Unlike you, writhing underneath him, close to falling apart. It's his length that gets you, forcing your pussy to stretch just to fit him. His cock hits everywhere, all at once, an endless torture of pleasure. 

It takes you a while to get your brain back together, to collect the mush, and realize that Gojo isn't wearing a condom. 

"S-Sato-" You try, just when he spreads your thighs apart, pushing them close to your chest so he can get deeper and kiss you at the same time. His hand slips down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles and you feel yourself getting even closer. You squeeze your eyes shut at the onslaught. 

"Try again," Satoru huffs, "What's my name? I know you know it, pretty girl." 

"'Toru," you beg because it's all you have left. Your breathless gasps make you sound even more unconvincing but you still manage to stutter out, "I'm-I'm not on anything, so-so please-" 

"That's okay," he mutters, though it's clear he's half-listening, "I'll take care of you and the baby."

"No-I-I-can't-" 

He drops his leisure pace in exchange of shorter, faster thrusts. His cock barely leaves your pussy, grinding in your hole as his breathing starts to get a little less controlled. 

"I'll make sure it takes this time too." 

Your eyes open, and you forget your panic to stare at him. You think back to the pills 18-year-old Geto had handed you. Always discreet. You'd...you'd always thought they were Satoru's idea. 

He hits something inside you, right then. You implode, crashing and burning as you gush around his dick. He's not kind enough to ease you through it, ramming his cock even harder inside your battered pussy until he's hunching over you with a shudder. You can feel his cum settle deep inside your womb. 

You stay like that for a few moments, not saying anything. It feels like hours before Satoru is moving again, drawing his softened cock out of your overstimulated pussy. You can feel the cum drip out of you too, spilling onto the desk, but you don't think Satoru's too mad about that. He flicks your clit a few times, watching your hips jerk and you give an exhausted whine. 

He kisses your breasts. He kisses up your jaw, before finding your lips. Dazed, you find yourself kissing back in reluctant acceptance, your body aching for any semblance of gentleness. 

"I love you." 

You look into his eyes, and you realize he's right. Gojo Satoru loves you, and this is how a man like him loves. He meant it, all those years ago, just like how he does now.

Satoru loves like the Sun. Too bright. With enough heat to burn your soul away. It's why you ran. 

"I love you," he repeats like the phrase doesn't kill you each time he says it, "so you're never leaving me." 

"Not ever again."

There are theories that the Moon once had color. 

It wasn't just white. It was green and blue, and red. 70 million years ago, it could have been much like the Earth. It didn't have a strong atmosphere, however. The gaseous layer was slowly stripped away. The Sun had eaten it. With no atmosphere, the unfiltered solar radiation slowly began to bleach the once colorful celestial body a dull white. Before long, the sun had created the moon to be its image. Now, the only color the moon has to offer is the sun's reflection. 

If Satoru was the Sun, then perhaps, you were the Moon. Stripped of your color. Unable to create light of your own. Reflecting only what you're given. 

How foolish of you to think you could ever escape his radiation. 

#yandere jjk #yandere #yandere gojo satoru #dark content #dark jjk #dark gojo satoru #x reader #gojo satoru #reader insert #afab reader #bullying #harassment #forced relationship #tw: dubcon #tw:noncon

[werecreature-addicted]

big jock werewolf who bullies you. he teases you for being so wet while they fuck you with his fat fingers and pulls your shirt up to snap pictures of your chest. he pushes you up against lockers and sticks his tongue down your throat too.

Big jock werewolf who eats you out in the locker room, he tells you you better cum quick because he isn't stopping until you do, even if the other team members walk in. he hopes they do, so he can tease you for being such a slut and getting off while other people watch.

Big jock werewolf who is not your boyfriend and will laugh if anyone brings it up, but it anyone so much as looks at you he'll beat them to a bloody pulp.

Big jock werewolf who asks for you to send him notes one day, then as soon as he has your number all he does is send you videos of him jerking off, moaning the whole time about how badly he wants to knot you until he cums and the video ends. He texts you asking if you liked it, if the video made you horny, and where's his video, he's been so nice the least you could do is send him a video of you playing with yourself.

#you cannot stop me from thinking about jock werewolves #werewolf smut #werewolf #werewolf x reader #monster boyfriend #monster #teratophillia #werewolves #monster fucker #werewolf boyfriend #monster imagine #jock bully werewolf

[hotyanderedaddies]

The School Bully Loves You, Pt. 1:

Yandere Bully Forces Nerdy You to be His

[I hope you all enjoy my first semi-series on here!]

[Yandere! Bully x GN Nerd! Reader]

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Everyone at your high school knew that it was best to avoid Blake.

The upperclassman was a bully, plain and simple. He had a habit of beating people down if they dared get in his way, or even if they just looked at him in a manner he didn't appreciate.

You were on the complete opposite of the spectrum: a grade-A nerd. You were a goody two-shoes to boot, always volunteering after school and helping your fellow classmates study whenever they struggled with a subject. The captain of the Mathletes team and one of the star columnists in the school newspaper, you were the epitome of nerd.

However, even with your good nature, you avoided Blake as best as you could, fearful that you'd face his wrath and have him beat your face into a pulp. You'd heard the stories, and you'd seen enough teen movies to know that bullies and nerds do not mix, at all.

Unfortunately, one Friday morning, you walked out of the front door to your house to head towards the bus stop-- but you immediately froze when Blake was in your driveway, leaning casually against his car.

"Bl-Blake?" you coughed out in surprise. "What are you doing--"

Blake just grunted and opened up the passenger side door, gesturing at it. When you didn't make a move, his frown deepened on his face.

"Get in!" he barked, the forcefulness of his deep voice making you jump.

Afraid of making the bully even angrier, you scurried over towards the car and practically leapt inside. "Um, wh-where are we going?" you trembled as soon as Blake got in and started to drive off down the street.

Blake cocked his eyebrow at you in confusion. "School," he scoffed, as if it should've been obvious.

You wanted to ask why the school bully was driving you to school, but you were too concerned with how he placed his arm over your small shoulders in the tight confines of the car.

You were stunned silent at first, but then something popped into your head that you couldn't ignore.

"How did you know where I live?" you asked Blake, your voice small and barely audible over the loud music playing over the speakers.

"Huh?" Blake asked, turning the volume down a bit before shaking his head. "Don't worry about it."

"B-but..."

Blake turned the volume back up, effectively silencing you. You kept your lips pursed for the rest of the drive to school, anxiety seeping out of your every pore. When Blake finally parked in the parking lot, you thought about bolting as fast as you could, but your legs were like jelly.

You nearly crawled out of the car and cautiously began to walk towards the entrance when a tight visegrip swallowed your hand.

Blake interlocked his fingers with yours, giving you a sneer when you attempted to pull away. He was much stronger than you, and when you kept trying, he leaned down closer to your ear.

Thanks to his proximity, a lot of the other students began to gawk at the two of you, their eyes widening and many of them murmuring to another as they saw the school bully holding hands with the nerdiest person in class.

"You're smart," Blake smirked as he whispered in your ear, "so I need you to comprehend this: You're mine."

A cold shiver traveled down your spine, and you tried to pull away once more; but Blake was much stronger than you, and he gave you a rough tug, making you topple into him.

"That's one," Blake sneered, even holding up one of his fingers to count. "When I get to three, I'll have to punish you. So make sure you behave and be my sweet little angel, got it?"

Swallowing hard, you nodded, fearful of what was in store for you.

To be continued...

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #yandere bully #yandere bad boy #bad boy #bad boy x nerd #nerd you #Blake #my oc #Blake the Bully

[saetoru]

Do you think there could be a chance where reader and bully! gojo meet again years later and try again? Maybe 🥹

part one here — contents. fem! reader, exes to lovers, neighbors to lovers, slight nsfw so minors do not interact, slight angst but it’s a hopeful (pretty much happy) ending, idk what else lmk what i missed

imagine you guys are neighbors—you accidentally meet when you’re both walking up to your apartment doors one night after work. he pauses, and you can feel eyes staring into you from the side so you look over and yeah. wow. there’s your worst heartbreak of your youth standing right there in all his glory, staring at you like you’re a figment of his imagination come true. like he never expected to see you again (you suppose he probably didn’t).

“hey,” he says softly. satoru has never been one to greet someone first, never been the one to reach out and bridge the gap himself. he always waits to be approached. that much has surprisingly changed since the last time you saw him.

“oh…” you trail off, “hi. it’s you.”

you don’t seem half as happy to see him as he does you—but that much is to be expected, of course. satoru didn’t have the luxury of moving on, you can tell because you still can read him just as easy after all these years. like he hasn’t changed the small quirks about him, like he’s still tried desperately to hold onto his past because that’s where you were. he still looks desperately in love like the night you left him.

it’s pathetic, you wanna say. to still be in love for so long. when it’s so clearly over and there’s no coming back. a small part of you is filled with this sick, evil satisfaction that he’s still thinking about you when you don’t spare him a single thought.

but you suppose you’re not at over him as you thought when there’s this much excitement bubbling into you at his suffering. maybe, if you were actually completely over him, you’d be indifferent to him. you wouldn’t forget, but you’d forgive. you’d hope he learned his lesson and spared another innocent, poor girl from what you suffered for simply loving him. for simply wanting him to feel cherished and special and worth someone’s time.

you hope he’s better now—not for yourself, but for someone else. he doesn’t deserve a second of your time.

“you live here?” he asks, mildly shocked.

you’re almost offended. does he mean he thinks you can’t afford to live in the same apartment building as him? or is he just that shocked to see you? nothing about satoru seems genuine—you can’t help but assume the worst in him.

“yes,” you say curtly, “i moved here for work.” (why did you add that? why are you giving an opening to make conversation?)

“oh, really? me too,” he nods. (why is he making conversation? why couldn’t he have just ignored that opening and spared you the trouble?)

“oh,” is all you say. it’s silent for a bit, and then, “well, i better—”

almost like he knows what you’re about to say, he cuts you off with a quick, “i teach now.” you blink, staring at him in confusion. he rubs his neck as he adds, “i uh…i teach at that high school down the block. so uh…that’s why i moved here.”

“that’s…that’s nice,” you nod awkwardly. why is he telling you all this?

“yeah, my students are really cool,” he adds with a grin—it’s…a bit cute, actually. because he means it. his smile is too fond for it to not be true.

this isn’t the satoru you know—at least, not the one you think is the real satoru. you’re not so sure which side of him is actually him.

“i’m glad you enjoy what you do,” you offer. there’s not much else to say. “i’ll be heading in now.”

“right,” he coughs, “s-see you around.”

and then you really do see him around.

sometimes, it’s when you both leave in the mornings—he lets you enter the elevator first and presses the button for you when he gets in. he always lets you exit first too, like he cares to be chivalrous even if you’re not together anymore. sometimes it’s when you’re coming home—he’s holding a bag of take out as he walks up to his own door. you suppose he’s never been one to cook, and that probably hasn’t changed. sometimes, you’ll see him at the grocery store too—his cart is usually just filled with snacks and sweets. it’s not a very adult like shopping cart, so something’s evidently never change.

and every time he sees you, he always tries to strike up a conversation. no matter how short of a window your time is. even if it’s the forty five second elevator ride from floor one to floor three, he’s determined to say something.

today my students got me a gift—it’s a pair of sunglasses, because he still apparently loves those.

i got to take my students on a field trip today. i’ve been planning it for weeks—they have to write a paper on it, though. they’re not too happy about that even if they enjoyed themselves.

today was my student yuji’s birthday. i let the others out early to celebrate with him—they’re apparently all a good bunch of kids. friendly and tight knit in a way satoru’s never experienced. he thinks kids should hold onto that. good friends are hard to come by, after all.

and you’re always guarded. always so cautious and careful when you talk to him. sometimes you try to be polite, other times it’s abundantly apparent you don’t want to converse. he doesn’t pay it any mind, though. just rambles away and away and away and talks enough for the both of you because he’s just happy you’ll listen. even if begrudgingly.

and then one night, it happens—it’s late and you had to stay extra in the office. you’re grumpy and tired and the only good thing about this is that it’s late enough that you probably won’t run into satoru today.

except he’s waiting right there, head against your door as he fidgets with the door knob and grumbles incoherently under his breath.

“stupid damn door,” he slurs, “jus’ fuckin’ open.”

“ahem,” you clear your throat—he stiffens. “any particular reason you’re trying to break in?”

he turns to face you—stumbles a little as his glossed eyes look at you in confusion. he’s drunk—you can smell the liquor on him.

“whad’ya mean? ‘s my door,” he holds an arm out to gesture at your door.

“no,” you sigh, pointing to the door next to yours, “that one is.”

“oh!” he perks up, “‘s why it wasn’t working?”

“most likely,” you nod awkwardly, “that’s usually how that works.”

you watch as he unceremoniously stumbles over his steps to his door—how he tries but fails to get his keys through the key hole before you sigh and take pity on him. you don’t have it in you to leave a drunk person out in the cold, no matter how much (bad) history you might have.

“here,” you sigh, grabbing his keys from his hand and opening the door for him. you try to ignore that brief moment of warmth where your hands brushed against each other.

“do y’know what today is?” he mumbles, breath fanning over your shoulder as you open his door.

“i….tuesday?” you ask, in confusion. he looks crestfallen when you stare his face.

“oh, n-never—” he stumbles a bit. you catch him before you realize. “never mind.”

somehow, you barely manage to help him to his couch before he’s passing out, too drunk to really register anything else. satoru never drinks much—it was the funniest part about him. you used to tease him for it all the time, for being a frat boy who can hardly handle some alcohol.

i like being in control, he’d say petulantly, i don’t need to be drunk to have a good time. i am the good time.

you take a quick glance around his place before you can catch yourself. it’s not very different from your place—the living room is the same size and the structure is more or less the same. his tv is a bit more expensive, and his furniture is more simple. that’s about it.

you glance down at him one last time before walking out and shutting the door behind you. you hesitate for a moment before turning on the screen of your phone to check the date—it takes you a moment, but then it hits you.

it’s the day you broke up. all those years ago. it’s certainly been a good few—you almost forgot the date, but apparently satoru remembers. he remembers enough to go get shit-faced drunk as if the memory is too much to bear.

does he do this every year? drink away his sorrows every anniversary of the day you left him? does he really still care that much? why hasn’t he moved on?

and then you stop thinking about it. it’s not your problem.

but then you just…can’t help but be a bit more gentle around him. it happens without your control. maybe it’s muscle memory. maybe you’re finally letting your muscles relax and do that involuntary thing of their own that they do.

evidently that’s to be more soft with the boy who broke your heart. except he’s a man now, you suppose. he should’ve been a man when you dated him—but you’re glad he grew up eventually. even if you couldn’t be there with him for it.

but you’re a bit more friendly with him now—you suppose you can coexist with your talkative neighbor that also happens to be your awful ex boyfriend. you answer him a bit more when he talks to you, ask him about his students when he brings them up—he brightens so much when you do. it’s….painfully endearing.

yuji is sweet, a little too kind for his own good. nobara is a little tough to soften up, but once you do, she loves tenfold. megumi is a grump, but he’s a real softie. yuta is a bit socially awkward, but he’s got a good heart. maki is all business and very studious, but she’s a determined young girl. panda is not a panda—his name is odd but he’s funny. toge is quiet, but he looks out for people.

they’re good kids. he cares a great deal about them.

and then you start to tell him about your job. how your boss is another baldy that’s annoying—just like the professor you both shared. he chuckles at that. your coworkers are a good gossip, but you’d never go hang out with them outside of work. well, maybe except for one—utahime is a nice person, even if a bit of a priss sometimes.

it’s nice, talking to him. he’s funny, makes banter easily like it’s second nature. sometimes….sometimes it feels like old times. you’re not so sure how you feel about that, but you think it’s not bad. you can be grown ups, the two of you. you can be adults and ignore your immature past. the hurt is still there, but it’s manageable now. doesn’t linger and doesn’t weigh on you anymore.

sometimes satoru still stares at you in that way he did all those years ago, sometimes he still stutters over his words and loses his train of thought when he meets your eyes. he still loves you—you knew that from the start.

you stopped loving him a long time ago. that’s what you thought, anyway—but sometimes seeing satoru is….too familiar. it makes you feel things you thought you buried away for good. maybe it’s just deja vu, maybe it’s just the history speaking for itself.

or maybe…maybe you’re starting to tread a more dangerous path. the one that led you to your first, and worst heartbreak. you can’t step foot on that path again, no matter what.

that’s what you tell yourself, anyway—but satoru and you are talking one night. in front of your doors, like usual. you’re excited from a raise at work, and he’s excited because his students have done exceptionally on their final exams and you’re both celebratory in spirit enough that it turns into a cheery hug—and then…and then you’re kissing.

that wasn’t supposed to happen, but it does. you don’t know who kisses who, but you’re both wrapped up in each other and your lips are pressed against the others and oh, he feels so, so familiar.

like home. even if it’s not always safe to be there anymore, it’s still your home. you can’t let go of that nostalgia.

and then his hands cup your cheeks and your arms wrap around his neck and suddenly he’s in your bed—your door was already unlocked and the two of you somehow managed to stumble through the entire apartment until your back hits your mattress. your place is similar enough to his that he finds your room without any issues.

it was never supposed to happen—the shedding of clothes and the desperately needy kisses. the way you held his face and he held you. the way he trembled as he touched you, scared he’d mess it up again. the way you laced your fingers and kissed him between his brows like old times.

and then he fucks you like he means it. has his head in the crook of your neck and sniffles into your skin, rolls his hips and makes you mewl his name while he tells you every good thing about you.

you’re beautiful, the prettiest he’s ever seen. you’re so soft when you love, so delicate with the ones who hold your affection, it’s too much for anyone to deserve. you’re laugh is like music, a melody that’s impossible to grow tired of. but the most important part? you look at everyone like they’re worth something—just for existing, just for being there with you and crossing your path. worth your time, and energy, and compassion. they never have to work for it.

it’s rare, finding someone like that. it’s even more rare to get them to fall in love with you—satoru has never stopped regretting letting that go.

he whispers that all through breathy moans and the occasional cracked sob. whimpers when your fingers lock into his hair and pull the strands when his swollen tip kisses that spot he never forgot how to find. you cum first, falling apart with a gasp—and he cums right after, like feeling you is what it takes to make him come undone.

you still do that thing you did—rubbing his back as he spills into you, soothing him as he pants harshly into your skin. the only difference is that you don’t kiss his head sweetly and call him yours. god, he misses that so, so badly.

when his body slumps over yours, it’s when it hits you, what you just did.

“oh no,” you breathe, “oh god. we….we shouldn’t have done that, should we?” you ask tiredly.

satoru’s lip is trembling—he can’t bear to have you regret him. not again.

“i love you,” he says desperately, “i…i never stopped.”

“obviously you didn’t love me enough,” you mumble, not looking at him. it’s something you’ve realized—looking satoru in his eyes makes you weak.

you can’t have that.

“i’ll love you more than enough now,” he promises.

“what if i say i don’t love you anymore, satoru?” you challenge, “it’s been years. i didn’t wait around for you.”

his breath shakes at that. you think you got him there, but apparently he’s determined. it shocks you.

“then i’ll love enough for the both of us.”

for a moment, you can’t help but think if only everyone could see him now. years later. gojo satoru begging you to let him love you hard enough that you don’t have to. being okay with half of you because that’s better than none of you.

it’s almost comical. maybe a little sad. entirely avoidable if he’d just been brave from the start.

“that’s not fair to you,” you sigh, “you’re an asshole but…but you don’t deserve that. you deserve someone who can love you—”

“then i’ll show you,” he grabs your hand, pressing it to his face as he looks at you with enough hope that it’s almost too cruel to crush it. even for someone like him. “i’ll show you how to love me again. it’ll be easier this time. i promise.”

there’s a tear that slips down his cheek—and then another and another and another. and your thumb, just like muscle memory, swipes it away.

you want to tell him—it’s always been so, so easy to love satoru. easier than anything in the world. easier than loving yourself. it came like second nature, flowed through your blood stream and pumped through your heart. you loved him so easily.

you wish he’d loved himself a little bit easier back then. maybe he’d have realized who was worth keeping and who wasn’t. maybe he’d be happier now—a selfish part of you thinks you could’ve been happier that way too.

“satoru,” you sigh, “i have more self respect these days.”

“i know,” he nods, “i’ll be good—so good. i promise. i’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and we can have three cats and i’ll pay for the vet visits. just like you always wanted.”

you can’t help but chuckle at that. he’s always known how to be charming at the right times.

“and what about the fancy window i always wanted?”

“i’ll get you one of those too,” he swears, “find us a nice place by the school and your job and we’ll be the best cat parents ever. and i’ll be good. so good.”

“i can’t do that all again,” you shake your head, “crying over someone like you is not worth it.”

“i won’t make you cry,” he insists.

something in you screams to believe him—that voice from your youth. that one that never quite stopped falling in love. that one that can’t ever really let him go.

“you don’t deserve me,” you mumble, pulling him close. he tucks his head into your neck, kisses your skin and breathes you in like he needs you to live.

maybe he does.

“i know,” he murmurs. “but i love you. i’ll make you love me again.”

“good luck,” you snort—your hand weaves into his hair, and your lips kiss his head.

well….maybe he’s already succeeded.

#i wasn’t gonna tag this buuuuuuuut….its kinda long so #i was like eh why not #but i’m not like tagging every tag just the main few #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #bully! gojo tag

[yanderambling]

thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

you can read the original post here!

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

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I’m glad y’all like this lil dork, he’s fun to write about

description: delusional yandere x bully reader, fem reader, yandere mentions, nsfw, pretty vanilla but if anyone requests kinky shit w him I’ll do it, toxicity, mean reader, I made reader a little nicer because he’s still a sensitive guy.

Caleb grabbed all his needed note books for his classes. Shoving his book-bag in the locker before closing it. He slammed it shut, not really in the best mood to talk to any—

“Can you fucking believe this?” You shoved a paper in his face and it was a test that you completely failed. A big F was written in the corner on the loose leaf sheet paper. You were upset to say the least, you knew you should’ve been studying but you didn’t care for it.

“W-what’s up!” He nervously held onto his books. His heart was beating out of his chest from your surprising presence. He didn’t even notice you walking up, he was so happy to see you.

“Since, me cheating off of you obviously didn’t work, I need you to help me study; we’re going to my house after-school. Don’t be fucking late or I’ll pay someone else to tutor me” Your piercing eyes gazed into his soft dilated ones. He was overwhelmed from this sudden demand.

You waited a few moments but only saw a flustered face like usual.

“Do you get it or not, Caleb??” You flicked his forehead with your finger. He covered his forehead with his hands and nodded quickly. He was so excited he was speechless.

“Okay, good. Meet me at the front of the school, we can walk since it’s not far.” You crumbled up the piece of paper that showed you were failing. There was an upcoming test and you desperately needed to study since you had a tendency to skip English.

Caleb could hardly wait! It was almost lunch time so that meant he only had to wait two more hours! Two more hours until he met up with you and entered your room. Oh my god what if you want to do something?

Was he going to lose his first kiss? Was this actually a ploy for you to have him in your room so you could confess? His mind races with a mixture of dirty and general crush things.

Time passed rather slowly for him, maybe it was because he sat in anticipation and hardly paid any attention in his classes. He made sure to text his parents that he was going to a friends house.

The final bell had rung and Caleb rushed to the front of the school. Almost forgetting his things; he went to his locker after recalling. He gathered all his things and walked quickly to the front of the school. He pushed the doors open and started looking for you.

He scanned the crowd of all the students leaving and chewed on his bottom lip trying to find you. He felt a hand grab his and start pulling him towards the exit. He was surprised and confused before he saw your face. You were dragging him along so the two of you could start walking to your house.

“Still can’t believe Mr. Adam gave me an F. I copied your exact answers so why did he give me an F” You groaned in a slight frustration. It was even more irritating because it was a review for the test coming up. If you bombed the review then you’d probably bomb the test too!

“Uhm.. maybe he saw you cheating?” Caleb nervously looked away from you. He was way too red to be seen by you. You’ve been nonchalantly holding his hand while the two of you walked. He was too nervous to point it out because then you’d let go!

“That’s still stupid, why would he bother” You looked at him to see his head turned away. You wondered what this idiot could possibly be looking at. You looked in his direction and saw a group of pretty girls. Was he checking them out? You looked and saw his red ears that showed he was definitely blushing.

“I’m talking to you, stop checking out girls like a fucking creep” You rolled your eyes and looked away to go observe something else. The trees were gorgeous around this time of the year.

“Wh-what! I’m not checking out anyone!” He looked at you surprised that you believed he was checking out another girl! He would never do that! He only likes you and only you.

“Yeah sure, I saw you. It’s whatever though, none of my business” You shrugged and observed his rosy cheeks; he was pretty cute. His eyes were puppy like and big. He had nice facial features to look at. He had nice soft looking lips.

“I wasn’t! I swear, I was just nervous about something and I wanted to look away!” He was adamant about you believing him. He didn’t want you to think he would cheat on you.

“What were you nervous about then?” You enjoyed quizzing him to see his flustered face. It was fun to poke at his nervous demeanor.

“You-.. uhm you’ve been holding my hand the entire time we’ve been walking.. so!” He looked down and the both of your fingers intertwined. His heart beat quickened at you now knowing.

“Oh, shit. I thought I let go” You stopped holding his hand much to his hidden dismay. You found it embarrassing you were holding his hand all this way.

“I didn’t mind! I think it was sweet that—“

“Shut the fuck up” You punched his shoulder and he yelped.

Once the two of you entered your house, you took off your shoes and so did he. He looked around in curiosity, you had such a big house! It was giant, had a plethora of decorations, and it was well organized.

You hurried up the stairs and dragged Caleb into your room. You didn’t want the chance that one of your maids might snitch on you for having a boy over. It would be incredibly embarrassing to be lectured about boys, how your dad needs to know beforehand, and how you always need protection.

You closed the door behind you and Caleb sat on the floor where you had a small table to study on. You never actually used it for studying though. His fingers grazed the carpet and was soft, it felt nice to sit down on.

“So, what part do you wanna study first? We’re almost done with the chapter in class.” He opened up his bookbag and brought out his notebook and the giant reading book that was usually in his locker.

“The entire chapter, I didn’t get shit about anything. It’s just so fucking boring I can’t help but skip his class” You groaned falling back on the soft cushioning of your carpet. You hated having to study but you had to. You didn’t want your dad to hire some old ass tutor so you chose Caleb.

“That’s.. gonna take awhile” He flipped through the giant English book and looked for the chapter the two of you were on.

“So? You can just come over everyday until the test. I’ll pay you hourly if you’re worried about that” You yawned, stretching your arms up.

“You don’t have to pay me! I don’t mind.. doing it for you” His smile was so big, you could see his dimples more than usual.

“If you don’t want money then what do you want?” You stared dumbfounded that he didn’t want something you had plentiful of. Did he want you to stop bullying him? Who would you poke fun at if that if he did.

“Nothing! I just like hanging out you” Caleb fiddled with the last buttons on his shirt, feeling nervous at his small confession. He wondered if you liked hanging out with him too, you must since you invited him to your house! You could’ve asked anyone in the school!

“Huh” You stared at him, dumbfounded at his kindness. Was this stupid or just delusional? You bullied him almost everyday, pushing and made fun of him, everything in the book! Yet he still liked you?? You were bewildered and a little shocked.

“Are you.. stupid? I bully you everyday, I push and hit you, and you like hanging out with me..?” You stared at him with a obviously confused face. You didn’t even have an inch of knowledge on why did.

“But you do that because you like me! I know you do, and I like it too! I really like.. when you push and pin me.. it’s uhm.. really nice” He turned red with each word being spoken and now he just looked down. His bangs were covering his eyes and he looked like a tomato with some hair.

“Shit, I didn’t realize you were a pervert” You finally understood! He was a pervert who like to be bullied!

“Whaa— I’m not a pervert!!! I just like you!!” He quickly became offended. His hands waved in-front of him as if he was surrendering something. He was very surprised to be blatantly called a pervert!

“You like me? Do you have a crush on me or something?” You titled your head in confusion. Was he really this crazy to be falling for you?

“Y-yeah! I do..” He mumbled quietly.

“What’s that one word.. for the people who like being hit or whatever… Masoch? maso.. hmm” You picked up your phone and googled ‘what’s it called when you like to be hit’

“Masochist! That’s what you are!” You finally found the word. You had even scanned the first sentence and it fit him perfectly!

“I AM NOT!!!” He leaned over and grabbed your phone to keep you from reading more. It was so embarrassing to called something like that! He just liked it when it was from you!! It was totally different!

You couldn’t help but laugh and try to move it away from him, causing him to come closer and try and get your phone. He accidentally leaned too far and caused you to fall back so he fell back on top of you. He had his hands holding him up on the side of your head.

Your chest rose up and down quickly from tussling with him. His eyes gazing into yours, it felt strange. His close proximity, his panting breaths, the way he had you trapped by accident. It was way too much! You felt weird, like something fluttered in your stomach.

You hastily scooted out form under him. His hand clenched onto his shirt trying to calm down his heart that refuse to stop beating so fast in such a short time. You felt warmth on your cheeks and looked away from him. Feeling embarrassed that you got so flustered from him being on top of you.

No way you liked this guy, right? You knew you always found ways to rope him into seeing you more often but that was because you liked to make fun of him! Not because you liked him! What were you supposed to do now??

“I am not that, wh-whatever you googled.” He made a hmph sound and pouted. Getting up to go back to the studying table. You scooted to the table as well but tried recollecting your thoughts before you said anything.

“Ugh, this is so weird” You mumbled out loud. Why did you like him! You were supposed to bully him for fun, not like him! And he liked you back? Could you do both at the same time? What do you do now hmm…

“Wh-what is? We can still study! I just have to start from the beginning for you” Caleb was worried you wouldn’t want to study anymore! He could worry whether you liked him or not later but let him cherish this study session with you at least!

“What are you doing…!” He said rather alarmed as you started to get closer to him, you were practically in his lap! You leaned towards him so close so much, his blood pressure broke the charts of normality!

“If I like you, I want to you be genuine about your feelings” You sat on his crotch while he fell back from your soft push. If you liked this guy, and he liked you, what’s wrong with teasing him? He was your doll after all, and it was actually pretty fun to see him like this.

“I am genuine! Do y-you not believe me.. I-.. Uhm” He was at a loss of words that not even a love sick guy like him could express his feelings with the way you stared at him. You were sat right on top of him! He couldn’t keep eye contact and looked away.

“Why are you looking away? I thought you liked me, is this too much for you Caleb?” You giggled at his shyness. You knew you were being kinda mean but he liked that side of you, didn’t he? That’s what made it so fun to tease him like this. It was more intimate rather than the usual pushes and insults. And it seemed to affect him way more.

“Too much..” He quietly said, shielding his eyes with his arms. He knew he couldn’t hide his intense blush though, so all he could is cover his eyes and whine.

“Too much of what? Speak up Caleb” You smiled at how adorable he looked. He was such an cutie, especially right now when he refuses to succumb to your teasing.

“You..” He whimpered at your hands touching his face and caressing his cheeks. Your touch felt warm and he was too embarrassed to see where your hands grazed him.

“Me? This is too much for you? I thought you had a crush on me though, isn’t this what you what?” You tried moving his arms and he was adamant about not moving them. Even if he wanted to listen to you, he couldn’t handle the look in your eyes if he did move arms!

“If you won’t move your arms then you won’t be able to see what I’m doing, is that what your trying to do? Do you like to not know what I’m going to do next?” You whispered in his ear and he stayed silent. You could tell he was worked up though.

You kissed his cheek, and then his exposed collarbone, even unbuttoning his shirt so you could see more of his neck. Which is exactly what you attacked next. Your kisses were gentle just because you didn’t want to be too harsh with him.

He mewled and whimpered, panting under your skillfully kisses on his neck. His skin quickly bruised under your lips and the hickey’s looked cute on him. He squirmed a bit under you, a bulge more noticeable that formed after you sat on him.

“You look so cute like this, what other sounds can you make?” You mumbled sucking on another part of his neck. You had made 2 hickeys so far but why not one more for good luck.

After your satisfied markings on his neck, you started playing with the buckle of his belt. You wondered if he would mind if you took a peek. If you wanted to take it further then you’d likely have to go and lock the door and put him on the bed.

You got up and Caleb was surprised, was your teasing over? He moved his arms and saw you going to lock your door. The butterflies in his stomach were increasing. He stayed silent and sat him up, waiting for your direction.

“Let’s go on softer surface, what do you think?” You climbed on the bed and pat the middle of the bed. He followed and sat on top of the bed. He was quickly put into place back under you and he felt even more nervous than before. Now he was on your bed!!

“Mind if I undo this? I want to see what’s under here” You poked at his squishy cheek and he nodded quickly, rather excited but at the same time nervous. This was this first he’s ever done anything like this! It was even more treasuring to know your taking his first everything. He wondered if this was also your first time.

Now with the privacy of your locked door you were able to do way more. You removed his belt and tossed it on the floor. It made a slightly loud sound as it fell but that didn’t matter. You slowly lowered his pants and now his bulge was way more visible. Pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers.

You excitedly removed his pants and threw them on the floor. You were getting a little ahead of yourself, weren’t you. You looked up to see whether Caleb was doing okay or not. He looked away immediately at your stare, he had been watching your movements closely now that you weren’t looking at him.

“You’re so cute!” You giggled and kissed him, he lovingly reciprocated the kiss back. You leaned into it and it became more intense. You could feel the vibration his desperate moans before you let go of the kiss. You panted and he tried catching his breath as well.

Your first kiss, was now claimed by the dork you had under you, in your room. This was your first time as well but your confidence had you taking control of everything.

“Th-thanks for being gentle with me” He mumbled. He was thankful you were being gentle with him, he probably would’ve cried by now if you were too harsh with him since this was his first time. He would definitely be up for some of your more intense teasing next time, if that ever happened..

“I’m not that mean!” You kissed him again and kissed his cheeks too. Peppering kisses all over his face which made him giggle. You knew to be soft with him right now, you could get away with a little teasing though which was fun.

“I didn’t wear any shorts under my skirt today, isn’t that convenient?” You moved your hips to grind your pussy against his bulge. He gasped at your sudden movement and looked up at you while nodding.

“Cmon, say it with your words” You tried coaxing him to speak by rubbing against his bulge more. The thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers couldn’t hide the pre-cum coming from the both of you.

“I’m really glad you didn’t wear shorts today, it feels nice.. rubbing against you” The embarrassment you put him through made him nervous but he would be lying if he didn’t like to be told what to do by you.

“I wonder how if it would feel better without anything?” You leaned closer to his face and kissed him but let go of it quickly unlike the last one. You took off your underwear and he took off his boxers taking your words as a sign.

You didn’t act too quick to put him inside though, you wanted to tease him a little bit more. You tucked your hair behind your ears, and brought you mouth right above his tip. He held onto the bedsheets for comfort as his dreams were actually coming true.

You licked his cock, putting only the tip so far in your mouth. He gasped at the warm sensation and couldn’t stay quiet as your mouth worked it’s way down.

The feeling engulfed him and he got louder and louder with every moment that your mouth sucked him off. At first you thought the noise wasn’t so loud so it would be fine if he moaned a bit. It did sound adorable as well but he was getting too loud.

You stopped sucking on his cock to make sure he would be less vocal about what you were doing to him.

“Keep it down, what if my stupid maids hear you?” You roll your eyes at him and he laughed a little embarrassment.

“I’ll bite on a pillow or something!” He grabbed a small pillow on your bed and moved it in front of his face. He waited for you to continue and when he knew he couldn’t keep quiet he would just use the pillow to muffle his moans.

Your tongue rubbed against the underside of his clock and touched the sides. Your throat felt full and his cock was a little too much for it but you still accepted the challenge. You heard his gaining whimpers and mewls as you started getting more intense with your mouth. You looked up at him and he quickly took notice, muffling his moans with the pillow.

You quickened the movement of bobbing your head up and down. Caleb could hardly keep his excitement as he rested his hand on your head. You ignored it just to indulge in his excitement. He whimpered and squirmed a bit before helping you. He made soft thrusts into your mouth as he bit into your pillow.

He drooled a bit at the sight of him fucking your mouth, cherishing the view and the moments leading before his thrusts became more sloppy. He pushed your head down more as he desperately fucked your mouth. He couldn’t believe you were letting him get away with it.

He panted against the soft pillow before bucking his hips and making one last thrust, cumming deep in your throat. You coughed after you swallowed as much of his cum that your throat allowed. You panted finally getting a regular amount of oxygen. You sat up, wiping your mouth and seeing how he panted.

“Th-thanks..you’re so nice..!” He practically whimpered before bringing you closer hugging you tightly.

“You’re so cute” You said reciprocating his hug. He kissed your cheek and neck as much as he could with him wrapping his arms around you.

You felt his cock spring back up in place after you started kissing his neck and chest. You thought it would be fun to make another mark.

“Super excited, huh?” You moved his cock to poke in between your legs as you grinded against it.

“Of course I would be!” He looked away embarrassed but also overwhelmed by the beautiful view of you grinding against his cock.

“Then you’ll be excited for this?” You went on your hands and knees, allowing him to get a good view of your ass.

“Definitely!!” Caleb eagerly said before sitting up and pressing his cock in between your ass cheeks.

“Can I put it in now?” He noticed how wet you were and how your body seemed just as excited as he was. He wondered if you would let him do this every study session, that would be like heaven on earth!

“Go ahead” You wiggled your ass before you felt his cock slowly enter you. He slowly thrusted a quarter of his cock inside to get your body to accept more.

You felt the intrusion become bigger and bigger until he was fully inside you. He made hard hitting thrusts deep into your core that made your thighs and insides shiver. He was embarrassingly good which made you a little nervous that you wouldn’t last long.

Caleb drooled at the view of your body taking all of his cock inside. It made him greedy and want more. He grabbed onto your hips and slammed his cock into you.

You could only hear the sounds of your skin slapping against his skin and with your moans melting into the sound of his. His thrusts made you feel full and sensitive, you wondered if he was going to last long.

Caleb lovingly fucked you, spending all his pleasure on pleasing you. He wanted you to know that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. That you’d need him for these “study sessions” and not just for picking on.

You panted and whined trying to cover your mouth as he continued. He brought you up into his lap to sit there while he held onto your chest and caressed you everywhere he could. You turned to face him instead of facing away and wrapped your arms around his neck. He used this new position to thrust deeper into you, making it more intense than before.

It was hard to keep quiet so as soon as you felt a overwhelming hit of pleasure you bit into Caleb’s shoulder. He yelped at the sudden pain but continued lifting your ass to thrust into you.

“That hurt..!” He whimpered as you licked where you bit. You tried soothing his pain with some kisses. He couldn’t deny that the pain was also turning him on even more.

“So you won’t like it if I do it on your other shoulder?” You rubbed the left side of his shoulder, teasing him.

“I would..” He looked away and mumbled his reply.

“So cute” You giggled kissing his other shoulder. Your kisses were less coordinated though, his cock was filling you with so much pleasure it was hard to focus.

The moans emitting from the both of you became much louder as the sexual pleasure was now too hard to handle. You kissed him while his thrusts inside you were more sloppy and desperate. He moaned and whimpered against your lips, unable to keep himself from shooting his cum inside you.

Caleb panted and kissed your cheek, trying to catch his breath as well. You sighed hugging him, he wrapped his arms around you and laid against your soft pillows that were laid against the bed frame.

He soothed your sensitive body by rubbing your back and kissing your neck. He was still in shock that his delusions dreams came true. He was so happy that his first time was with you.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #manipulation #toxic reader #bully reader #fem reader #toxic themes #calebmyoc

[ohimsummer]

LIFE LESSONS ft. BULLY! SATORU

— minors dni, hair pulling, one mention of biting, slight dumbification, bully! satoru x fem! reader, meandom! satoru, degradation (reader called a slut and a whore), gagging, possessiveness, spanking

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Gojo claims a lot of things. That he’s the strongest, the hottest, the smartest, the most sought after, all things you believe are up for debate. He’s annoying is what he is. Loves to poke at you, literally and figuratively, and spout random shit just to get under your skin. So when Gojo’s in the middle of his daily harassment routine, and he growls “You’re mine” before walking away, you don’t take him seriously. You haven’t before, so why should you now?

“Stupid slut.,” Gojo jeers into your neck. “Did you think I was joking?”

You gag again around fingers bullying their way in your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat, the taste of yourself still lingering on them. Salty tears prick the corner of your eyes and spill over your lash line; you can feel the burning redness in your eyes, such a faint sensation compared to the sloppy drags of Gojo’s heavy cock in your cunt. He throws down another blow to your bruised ass, tinted red and decorated with dark blemishes and bite marks. Your pussy spasms around his length which continues to batter your velvety insides; Gojo’s hand jumps from your waist to your hair, grabbing a fistful to snatch your head level with his.

“Answer my fucking question.,” he grunts against your cheek, licking and nibbling at the tear-stained skin. “What, you thought I wasn’t serious?”

Of course you didn’t, who was Gojo to make a claim over you? Calling you his when he knows how much you can’t stand him? His words were mostly forgotten the second he was out of view and, just to be spiteful, you flirted with some random guy right in front of Gojo’s face the next day. You’re his? You’ll show him who you belong to.

A shaky whine dribbles out from your kiss-swollen lips as he rips another orgasm from you, walls convulsing around him as your eyes roll back and your juices sloppily squirt all over his pants. You can’t help admit you’re definitely eating your own words right now. Yeah, you’re really showing Satoru Gojo who you belong to by letting him have his way with you in your own dorm room.

“Wanna tell me who that fucking loser was, hm, princess?,” Gojo demands, low tone in your ear making your dripping walls flutter.

He pulls his fingers back to rest on your tongue; drool pools around the digits and messily leaks from the corners of your mouth.

“I-I don’t know hi–“

He drives forward a hard thrust, cockhead slamming your g-spot and you senselessly wail out a Satoru!

“Oh, so this was some kind of game?” Satoru shoves you into the mattress again. One hand between your shoulder blades and the other digging nails into the fatty flesh of your hips. He forces your back into an arch and readjusts his hips to fuck deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, new angle allowing him to continue pummeling the sweet spot of your insides. You bury your face in one of your pillows in an effort to muffle the numerous moans tumbling from your lips, clawing at baby pink sheets now soaked with spit and cum. Drool smears against your face, and your tongue hangs over your bottom lip as each thrust propels you forward.

“What part of you’re. Mine,” You cry out as Gojo punctuates the words with two harsh slams of his hips, “did you not understand?”

He rolls his hips against your ass in short, quick thrusts, effectively grinding his cock into the spongy spot of your walls and you whimper in complaint as Gojo reaches around to rub at your clit. Fast, vicious circles on your soaked nub, shooting agonizing pleasure throughout your entire body as you mewl his name again. Shirt caught between his teeth, Gojo watches in awe at the way his dick easily disappears within you. Thin, messy strings of past orgasms coat his cock in a translucent sheen of white. Sticky and wet to form a natural lubricant so he can continue fucking your little hole.

“You think some asshole like that could ever get you to feel this way?” He grunts, pressure on your clit building as he grows even more angry with you. He curses, sinks his fangs into your neck before his lips brush over the mark. “You think I’d ever let them try?”

His voice is strained, thrusts growing uneven and you can tell he’s close. Gojo runs a hand up your sides, grazing the sheets, and laces his fingers with yours next to your head. He squeezes your hand, still thoroughly pounding into your creamy pussy, drinks in the desperate moans and whimpers of his name you can’t help but let out.

“Tell me you’re mine.,” he demands. “Shout it, so everyone can hear.”

“I’m yours.,” you pant immediately between sobs.

Gojo lands a smack on your ass. “Not loud enough.”

“ ‘M yours–!,” you can’t even fully get this one out before he’s slapping your raw behind for the second time.

“Louder.,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

And Gojo does it again, smacks your ass, makes you repeat just who you belong to until you’re screaming it out. Over the sound of his pelvis slamming against you, over the wet squelching of his dick ramming your cunt, over his final, drawn-out groan as you gush on his cock again, pussy milking him as Gojo marks your abused insides with his cum. Your legs go numb, limbs now limp on the bed and he hovers over your exhausted body. The ticklish feeling of featherlight kisses travels up your spine, up to your neck and over your warm, wet cheeks. Gojo gives your hand another firm squeeze, and then takes both hips in his hands to massage your skin under an unfamiliar, soft touch.

“Now, what did we learn?,” he hums and presses another kiss to the corner of your lips.

Your eyelids flutter open to peek at him, and you catch bright flecks of blue in the corner of your vision. Between heaved breaths, you pant out, “I’m…all…yours…”

You tense for a second as Gojo gives you another slap on the rear, though not nearly as rough as before. “That’s my girl.”

#bully!satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #satoru gojo smut #satoru x reader #satoru x reader smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

[xjulixred45x]

Está bien, sé por qué a la gente le gusta Bully! SatoSugu x Lector. ¡Lo entiendo! ¡Está bien para mi! No me gusta ese tipo de escritura, pero veo por qué a la gente le gustan (es un poco incómodo para mí, una ex víctima de acoso/bullying).

La cuestión es... ¿¡¿PORQUÉ DEMONIOS NUNCA ES UN LECTOR BULLY TAMBIÉN?!?!?

Quiero decir, los Bullys de la vida real (la mayoría de las veces, si no, son solo unos idiotas) simplemente tienen una mala situación en casa, una mala infancia o algo así para SER un Bully, obviamente esto NO es una excusa, pero sí EXPLICA su comportamiento.

Ni siquiera tener que ser un matón per se, ¿es demasiado pedirle a un lector que realmente sea agresivo? ¡O mejor! Un IGUAL real a Gojo y Geto (aunque sea solo en actitud).

Estaba pensando en un lector con ese tipo de situación. Un lector que es un matón total, que es TEMIDO incluso por los estudiantes y los profesores, simplemente descargan su ira en alguna pobre alma que se interpone en su camino, y NADIE está a salvo de sus arrebatos (excepto tal vez sus tutores).

Y haz una especie de Pareja de Poder de Tres™ con Bully Gojo y Bully Geto, ya sea romántico o platónico, lo que quiera el Lector, lo obtienen, al igual que los tres, por supuesto.

Pobres profesores, están como "oh mierda, AHORA SON TRES" y todos los estudiantes simplemente tiemblan de puro HORROR. Ahora ni siquiera pueden tocar a Lector para salvarse de sus palizas, porque si lo hacen probablemente todas sus cosas desaparecerán, junto con su reputación.

El lector son los musculos.

Geto es el cerebro.

Y Gojo es....Gojo (el lector bromea diciendo que simplemente está cachondo)

NADIE está a salvo ahora, los tres son como policías corruptos, ESTÁN POR TODAS PARTES. Ellos saben todo de TODOS. REALMENTE son poderosos.

Y REALMENTE tener momentos suaves con ellos, como que el lector tiene una situación REALMENTE MALA en casa y no quiere dormir en la calle, por lo que los tres pasan TODA LA NOCHE yendo a comer comida rapida, a las salas de juegos o haciéndole bromas a personas al azar. y durmiendo en la escuela porque "que se joda la escuela, estamos cansados".

O incluso Reader es ESE lugar seguro al que pueden ir los dos cuando las cosas van MAL, sigue siendo un Bully pero tiene un lado suave.

QUIERO ESO. ¿¡¿¡DÓNDE ESTÁ!?!?

#headcanons #drabble #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk #satusugu #bully reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #spanish #español #jujutsu no kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #satosugu

[hazbingirliexoxo]

*sees Alastor and Vox arguing*

Gen!Z reader: Gurl bye, it’s giving enemies to lovers😭✋

*arguing stops*

Alastor: 😃???

Vox: ..It’s giving WHAT?!🤬

#cmon vox we all know the truth #like bffr it ain’t even that serious🙄 #god I love bullying him🤭 (affectionately)🫶🏼 #meanwhile alastor is just confused as fuck #and probably plotting for murder #but he won’t do it cause he knows we’re entertaining☺️ #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #alastor x vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin valentino #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin sir pentious