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#who is MONOPOLISING on your person’s attention

animeyanderelover · 1 month

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For shit and giggles what if older sister reader drink the poisonous tea meant for yui by reiji what he doesn't know is the side effects is making the person that drink it in the younger age so now reader is the same age as yui and don't have any memory of the brother she still cares about yui a lot calling her a precious friend tearing her like a sibling she never had and get angry at the sakamaki brothers when they try to manipulate her

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior, paranoia, manipulation, isolation

A sip of poisonous tea

Shu Sakamaki

🎵The only reason why Reiji hasn't been violently assaulted by all the younger siblings after that incident is because Shu is one of the few who have held them back. He is not doing it out of brotherly love though as he himself understands the urge some of the other Sakamaki brothers feel. However, he also understands that Reiji has the best chances of finding a remedy to return you to your original form. He won't lie though, it is hard at times to control the violent urge to hurt his younger brother for what he has done. You were the only person Shu has ever felt truly peaceful with as you were the only one who he willingly told everything that was a burden on his soul. Now that you have lost all your memories though, Shu experiences true loneliness but he can't even show that as the gates to his heart completely close. When he realises that you are not able to recall anything about him, he stops trying to maybe trigger a memory of yours. Shu decides to avoid you for a while as the hollow pain in his chest only gets stronger when he watches you and that human girl together, although he still ends up torturing himself by secretly watching you from the distance.

Reiji Sakamaki

☕Reiji is the one who takes the hardest emotional blow because he is the one who prepared that poisonous tea to get rid of that girl that was stealing your attention. He could have never predicted that you would actually try that tea for her yet you did and now all of your memories are gone. You're gone. He wants to blame that girl and he would have almost murdered her if it wouldn't have been for Kanato having his meltdown and trying to hurt Reiji. Yet a part of him is unable to protect his own ego and pride as he realises that he is also partially responsible for it even if he tries to make Yui the sole scapegoat of this situation. To think that he would be the one to do such a thing to his own beloved sister is a burden unspeakably heavy and there is a tight knot of fear and panic in his chest that makes him feel like he is slowly dying. Unable to live with the thought that he ruined you who he has always idolised and who has always been perfect in his eyes, he completely locks himself away in his chambers and sometimes doesn't leave his room for day. His sanity is on the brink of shattering but he has to find an antidote. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror anymore.

Ayato Sakamaki

🥇If it wouldn't have been for Laito stopping him from breaking Reiji's neck, he would have committed murder right then and there. How dare the bastard to poison you and take you away from him?! The only reason why he stops wanting to kill Reiji for now is that he understands that the older brother is the only one who can also create an antidote. That doesn't stop him from knocking violently on the door leading to Reiji's chambers once or twice a day and asking him pissed if he has done finally something useful, barely able to suppress the urge to just kick the door open violently. Ayato will be quite persistent with you though because he just can't accept that you have lost all of your memories. How can you forget him? You have always praised him and cheered him up and now you dare to forget him and replace him with that stupid human girl? He attempts to monopolise all of your time to separate you from Yui and try to awaken your memories by retelling you all of his achievements and showing you what he can do. His mind is just blown that you seem to have forgotten him, your favorite brother from the entire bunch... In his mind at least.

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸Together with Reiji he has the worst reaction to you losing all of your memories and turning to the same age as Yui. He has to be physically restrained and dragged away from Reiji as he screeches and screams promises of death to him. His mental condition has always been quite fragile but that was what you were for. You were always there to comfort him and hold tea parties with him and Kanato has always been so incredibly attached to you. Now you have forgotten him though and instead treat Yui like she is your sibling and his mentality is thoroughly shot after that incident. He in fact acts so extreme that his other brothers have to keep him away from you as he even tries to break into your bedroom. He's sure that you will remember him if he brings you to his room where the both of you have always held the tea parties and ties you to a chair to keep you from running away. Kanato has just completely lost it since you were the sole anchor who could control him enough for him to not be too crazed. But now that you have forgotten, there is no one who can protect others from Kanato as well as protect him from himself.

Laito Sakamaki

🎹Laito has some rather gruesome fantasies about what he would like to do with Reiji but he keeps it all within the realm of imagination for now. He is after all quick to recognise that Reiji has the highest chances of undoing all the effects the poison had on you. He hopes that the bastard suffers as much as possible for messing up so majorly in the first place though. His inner demons are hidden pretty well though when he approaches you though as he tries to find a way to make the best of the situation. You have forgotten everything which means that as long as you are so clueless, he may as well try to gain your favor. Laito is quite good in hiding his true intentions as he tries to get you away from that little bitch you spend so much time with. To his bittersweet delight you have kept your sharp intelligence even at such a young age though so his attempts to play the good guy fail as you get even more protective of Yui as if sensing that Laito might otherwise plan something. Just because he has failed doesn't mean that he will leave you alone though. He will interfere whenever he can and squeeze himself in every moment you want to have with Yui alone. Please, don't forget him...

Subaru Sakamaki

⬜Subaru is in a way in a similar situation as Shu. You were the only one he felt safe wnough around to express all of his emotions, even his vulnerability. Now that you have forgotten him though, he has no one anymore who he can tell about all of the crying sadness inside of him. So he ends up trying to push it all down but this leads to an outburst of violence and hot tears sooner or later when he is alone. He despises Reiji for having done something like this to you. He has never really liked him before to begin with but now he just really wants to rip his limbs apart from his body. He can barely hold back though with the promises of the other brothers that Reiji will find a cure to your current condition. He hates that he doesn't know how to act anymore around you because not only have you lost all your memories but you are physically younger now than even him. It just seems all so strange in his mind but the greatest suffering he receives is your new attachment to the human girl. He is always boiling when he watches how you play with her as he recalls that you used to do the same with him and eventually has to tear his gaze away from you, on the verge of another outburst.

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hrts4hanniehae · 2 months

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clutch || ten

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

a/n: sorry i was gone... but i'm back.

warnings: attempted assault, violence

wonwoo had never in his life been so afraid. afraid of losing yn. yes. he had fallen for her. it only took weeks for her to break the hard shell he cast around his heart.

he couldn't bear to let her get hurt.

she was the first woman who had loved seollie with all her heart. she was the first woman her genuinely felt that he could confide in.

if comfort and security was a person, to him, it'd be yn.

and she was gone.

yn barricaded herself in her art room. her sculpting tools would be of great use in this situation.

her stalker was jaeho. jaeho and e/n to be precise.

jaeho and e/n were in cahoots the whole time. the plan was to monopolise the 2 daughters of a rich family so that they could get money to fund their careers.

however, after jaeho successfully married chaeyoung, he realised she was going to ruin his reputation so he asked e/n to brutally leave yn so he cld be there to pick up the pieces and seduce yn.

after that, jaeho began to stalk yn o figure out her new place of residence. e/n, began to separately stalk her, in an attempt to get her back.

"yn. i told you that you were next. don't be scared. i won't do anything."

"jaeho, my parents hate me. what does attacking me do for you? you won't get ransom!"

"not from them. i'll get ransom from your precious boyfriend wonwoo."

"you aren't making any sense! if you want money, i'll just give it to you. please just get out!"

jaeho wanted to hurt her. he blamed her for his misfortune with chaeyoung.

"if you were better, i wouldn't have married chaeyoung."

"how is that my problem! what is wrong with you? i'm confused and scared and you don't make sense. pl-"

she was cut off by the sounds of crashing and something being slammed into a wall. she heard clatters of metal and shouting before she heard the comfort of a voice she knew so well.

"i'm here, yn. you're okay."

wonwoo.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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dere-drabbles · 2 years

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Ask: How (yan) would first years/dorm (you choose) leaders react "if i kiss you rtight now, would you shut up?"

CW: depictions of unhealthy obsession with reader, and other yandere related traits. Established but early relationship (you aren't aware of their more concerning behaviours yet.)

Characters: Riddle, Ace

Riddle had been lecturing you for about an hour now, doing his best to communicate to you why spending too much time with your delinquent friends would only result in you getting hurt, involved with some ridiculous sham, or worse.

You chalked it up to him being overprotective (you did almost get injured during an outing with those friends) - but it wasn't like they were inherently bad people, you tried to reason with the agitated dorm head.

In truth, Riddle could care less about the actual people you've been with (so long as he was near, he was sure he could protect you from imminent danger with his magic if needed)

No, what irked him was how you continued to flock to their side day after day, as if they were somehow worth your attention.

Thus, when you exasperatedly said that line, Riddle fell into an uncharacteristic silence, growing red.

He shouldn't give in to you just because of your charms - but the moment your hand cups his face, it's obvious that Riddle was tempted to melt into your touch. He's starved of this kind of attention, after all - and when it's you, the only person he allows this close, Riddle almost breaks.

But he doesn't. With a shaky breath, Riddle's hand wraps around your wrist and he steels himself to give you a reprimanding look. "I'm serious, Y/N. Those troublemakers will cost you more than they are worth."

Could they even prove that they deserved to be associated with you? If Riddle couldn't convince you the direct way, he'll certainly see to it that you get the message eventually.

Once you see with your own eyes how unreliable those 'friends' of yours were, you'd come back apologising to him, wouldn't you? Riddle's studied you long enough to know that much - that's what made you stand out from the other students. You were just too kind, too earnest.

It was a gardener's duty to protect their flowers, after all. Riddle wasn't above exterminating the garden of pests while he was at it.

On another hand, there was Ace:

Ace, who had been riling you up with his teasing and playful comments the entire day.

It almost bordered on infuriating, but every time you almost drew to anger Ace would back off, toning it down and apologising in just the right way that satiated your annoyance, enough to convince you that he was just a bit less aware of his boundaries today. Maybe it'd been a bad week, and he was feeling a little off.

It was his own way of monopolising your attention, really; so long as he stayed the most interesting thing in your sight, you'd have no desire to look at anyone else.

And when you finally utter those words, what you don't expect is for Ace to look up at you in surprise, and even lean closer as if to take you up on the offer.

If there was one thing you learned about Ace, it was that after his playful front, he had the tendency to shift into almost a sort of meekness.

"No backing out," he said as a form of warning, before drawing you into a kiss.

He practically folds under your warmth, melting closer to your body. You couldn't help but notice that even if he wasn't this vulnerable often, he seemed to be a bit clingier than usual - arms around your waist, holding you in place. But could you blame him? Intimacy like this only serves to remind Ace that you were his. You wouldn't ask the same question to anyone else, nor would you allow them to hold you this closer, a little bit too suffocatingly for your liking, but still let him because you were just that understanding.

You'll be understanding too, when he starts to get more creative about monopolising you, right?

#tw yandere #yandere imagines #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader

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kisskiss-killforlove · 11 months

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Hey, could you write Yandere Headcanons For Kaguya Wakaizumi and Moeko Rakuyona?

♡ General headcanons ♡

Pairings: Kaguya Wakaizumi, Moeko Rakuyona x GN!Reader Word Count: 0.5k (Kaguya); 0.5k (Moeko) Content: Delusional mindsets, yandere behaviour, insecurity, guilt-tripping, jealousy.

{Kaguya Wakaizumi}

♡ As a yandere, Kaguya is far more mild than most. She's not the type to harm or kill anyone, and her generally "girl next door" personality means few would suspect her of harbouring a deep obsession. Even Kaguya herself doesn't think she's capable of such a thing, thus believing that her intense infatuation is merely a deep feeling of love.

♡ Her obsession isn't obvious at first. In the early stages of your relationship, she mainly comes off as just your bubbly and cheerful girlfriend. Of course, there are the occasional moments of clinginess, but that's easy to brush off. With how much she loves being around others and how she's smitten with you, it seems only natural.

♡ However, as your relationship progresses, her more unhealthy behaviour starts to show. She starts trying to spend more and more time with you, regardless of where you're going or who you're with. At school, in town, at home - she wants to be with you all the time.

♡ She almost always finds a way to invite herself along, even when her presence is inappropriate. ♡ Going to a family dinner? She loves seeing your relatives, so she'll gladly tag along. Going to a funeral or to visit a sick loved one? Don't worry, she'll be there to provide comfort and emotional support. Going anywhere by yourself because you want to be alone? Don't be silly, she'll accompany you! She loves spending time with you, after all.

♡ There are very few things you can say to get her to leave you alone and even then, none of them work for very long. Whenever you reject her request to come with you, Kaguya won't argue with you necessarily, but she will make her disappointment known. Talking less, looking more gloomy, asking you for reassurance that you still love her, etc.

♡ She essentially guilts you into apologising for wanting her to respect your boundaries, then continues to act like nothing happened.

♡ Another way in which her obsession manifests is her jealousy. Being a social butterfly, Kaguya is no stranger to having to split her attention among multiple people, so she tries not to be too upset when you do it, but it's not easy for her. She's a hypocrite in that sense: enjoying socialising with others while at the same time feeling bothered if you do the same.

♡ In these instances, her clinginess becomes quite literal; she clings to you while you're chatting with someone, even if that person is a mutual friend or a family member. With her arms wrapped around one of yours and her head resting on your shoulder, it's obvious to both you and the person you're speaking to that she wants to monopolise your time and attention, which usually results in them leaving.

♡ You can try all you want to change her and make her see reason, but it won't work. She'll just resort to guilt-tripping you again until you eventually give up and let her have her way. Kaguya is always so happy when you do and assures you, as she pulls you into an almost suffocating hug, that you've made the right choice. As long as you're together, she promises to make you the happiest person you can be.

{Moeko Rakuyona}

♡ Moeko is yet another yandere who stands on the more mild end of the spectrum, although it's safe to say she's more intense than Kaguya.

♡ This stems mainly from her insecurity complex, which ends up seeping into every aspect of your relationship with her. Previously, she believed she would only ever feel this way towards men she wanted to befriend. However, all of that changed when you came into her life.

♡ From the moment the seeds of her obsession were planted, it seemed that nearly anything and everything Moeko did revolved around you and how it may change your opinion of her. She desperately wants to impress you, which is why she pays extra attention to your preferences in partners.

♡ If you want a partner who's smart, she'll pull as many all-nighters as she needs to pass her exams with flying colours and rise to the top of her class. If you want a partner who's athletic, she'll join the sports club and start heading to the gym. If you want a partner who's creative, she'll pick up several artistic hobbies and work to hone her skills until you believe her to be the best around.

♡ While this may seem sweet to some, it undoubtedly takes a toll on her. Forcing herself to try and master things she has no interest in is mentally draining, but she continues to do it in the desperate hope that it will make you like her more.

♡ Once the two of you are actually in a relationship, her need to prove herself to you doesn't disappear, though it does change.

♡ Now, instead of trying to show you what a good girlfriend she'd be, she's trying to show you what a good girlfriend she is. Moeko does everything she can to make your relationship feel as fulfilling as possible, and she will adjust to your preferences accordingly, even if they don't match her own.

♡ She also has a habit of becoming jealous if you pay a lot of attention to someone else or praise them often. She doesn't like feeling like she's second best in your eyes, so she often attempts to emulate whatever they're doing that has your attention in the hopes that she can divert it back to her.

♡ Though, the worst of her insecurity by far shows itself when she believes you're starting to lose interest in her. She tries to play it off and keep up her calm facade, but one look at her flitting gaze and rigid posture reveals her true feelings: she's terrified that you'll find someone you deem better than her and leave.

♡ As such, she will continue to try and try and try. She won't rest until she believes you're as infatuated with her as she is with you, and only then will her behaviour start to mellow. But even then, you have to be careful. Give one too many hints that you want to leave and she may just resort to some less-than-honourable tactics to keep you by her side.

#i wrote half of this on the night before an extremely important exam lol #yandere simulator x reader #yansim x reader #kaguya wakaizumi x reader #yandere kaguya wakaizumi x reader #moeko rakuyona x reader #yandere moeko rakuyona x reader #cw: yandere

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iidylllic · 2 years

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Indebted 🖤

Dark!Pantalone x reader | Headcanon set + drabble | 18+ | 1.6k words

Description: What would dealing with a dark!Pantalone be like?

Reader specifications: “girl” terms used

Character specifications: He’s been on screen for like ten seconds. I took this as a cue to go crazy.

Tags: Noncon/Rape elements, elements of sexual assault. NSFT. Coercion. Violations of personal space. Physical pain. Humiliation

Notes: I couldn’t help myself, dear reader…

I am 18+, have read the tags, and consent to seeing the content of this piece of writing [yes ⬇️] [no ↩️]

• Pantalone is fickle and greedy, more than he would ever care to admit. If he has his eyes on you, you’re going to be his.

• He appreciates respect for his status, but I think he would also fall for someone that just… didn’t know who he was. You give him something in a situation where money is useless. An umbrella when it’s raining. A place to heat up when he’s cold and on the road. You find something he’s lost. A little favour and brief skin-to-skin contact goes a long way.

• He wants you to be impressed by him but he doesn’t want to scare you off. His charm, after his money, is his second most valuable attribute. He tries to seduce you with some frivolous spending and light flirting. Money is precious, yes, but you… even more so.

• If you find he’s The Regrator and consequently get scared off, he is going to track you down. Some Fatui personnel will follow him, but only one or two will be upfront.

• He’ll clasp your hand between the two of his, smiling as he always does, and whispering about the life you could have. He’ll invite himself into wherever you currently are, and whisk you away to somewhere you can eat together to “really discuss things”. He’s initially convinced all you need is a good talk and some reassurance.

• The gifts will start coming in if you refuse. The entire idea is to make you feel like you’re indebted to him. He insists on coming over regularly- it just wouldn’t do if he couldn’t hear you thank him for his efforts! A tea set was the very first thing he gifted you with, and he makes sure the two of you use it whenever he comes over. It’s nitpicky, but it will only aggravate him to see you not using the gifts, prompting him to become bolder and more handsy.

• Still not falling for it? Okay, now by some circumstance you actually are indebted to him. Funny how these things happen, hmm? You’ll be forced to come along as your life crumbles around you, gaining one metal shackle around your ring finger, and a promise of a lavish wedding.

• There’s still some time before that, so he lets you get accustomed to his lifestyle first and tries to redeem himself depending on the severity of his… intervention.

• As I’m sure people have said before, he absolutely spoils you. You’re gifted with whatever your eyes lay a little too long on.

• Honestly, he would prefer a love that’s just a little… frugal. If only to see them conflicted at the sight of his money, eyes going wide at his extravagance, even trying to stop him from spending what he wants.

• He would just chuckle softly, and spend anyway. His gifts are a sign of his love for you, he makes that well known. If gift giving isn’t really your thing, he’s going to spend the time and money to get you to experience things together.

• He monopolises your attention. Even if he’s doing some rather mundane accounting, he wants you in the room with him, ready to sit on his lap or even just move closer. He sometimes talks as he works. You will be expected to respond.

• Importantly, you shouldn’t be distinguishable as a separate person from him. You should be an extension. Well, of course you’re you, he’s not doubting that. But if you go out in public… you should be wearing similar colours. Your wedding ring complements his perfectly. You’re expected to let him do the speaking for you, and you will follow his lead. The more places he can take you, the better. You’re joined at the hip unless he needs some really deep focus or needs to attend to work things that are just too dangerous to you.

• If he could get elementally linked bracelets or a necklace or something, he would also have that for you. If he’s ever away from home, you HAVE to write frequently. Fortunately (or unfortunately, as the case may be) he doesn’t like going places where you can’t follow.

• Pantalone has a thing for you hardly lifting a finger… you need to drive a good bargain to get to bathe by yourself, and if you fail you’re going to be bathed by him or an attendant. On one side, having his fingers rubbing into your scalp feels divine. On the other, the erection pressing up against your behind doesn’t. Your curated wardrobe and silky pyjamas are also things he helps you get dressed in, hands running over your skin far more than is necessary.

• I think for sex, he’s very much into creampies and hearing you absolutely lose coherence the more he fucks you. He likes nice lingerie and having you ride his thigh (or if you’ve been particularly naughty, his shoe). He enjoys spanking you to some degree. But the real treat for him is having you immobilised. Some nice, tight bondage and observing you as you squirm helplessly in it is enough to really get him going. Also a daycryphiliac, and somewhat into somnophilia. His kinks can be summarised by “likes seeing his partner helpless and dependent on him”.

• He also has you literally warming his bed for him. It’s just one of those luxuries you need someone else for.

• I think he likes “dear” and “darling” as petnames, but also likes using “princess” in both a degrading and flattering way. As in… if you’ve been “bratty” by his standards and the word “princess” rolls of his tongue, you should probably be afraid. He always chuckles about he spoils you so much, so… maybe you should blame him and see how it turns out. Terrible idea, don’t do it. The worst thing he can ever hiss out at you is the word “ingrate”, which will have fear pooling in your guts the moment you hear it.

• Nonetheless, Pantalone is an exceedingly patient man when it comes to you. You’re going to have to make some very targeted insults to really make him angry. Mildly embarrassing you, reminding you of your place and having his way with you can sate him pretty easily. You have warnings. You have lenience. If he pushes up his glasses a little and breathes a sigh through his nose in mild irritation, it’s time to reevaluate what you’re doing.

• As for what he would like be called, “dearest” is probably a good option. He likes knowing that of everything you have, he’s the most important. And well, hopefully not just because he’s the source of everything you have.

• The best thing you can do for him is make sure the relationship doesn’t feel transactional. No, he knows enough about that. Doing little things for him will put you in his good graces, as will willingly putting yourself near him during your “free time”. And provide him with some emotional support about his work. That would also be helpful. Rub his back and rub his shoulders- just try to put him at ease. He buries a lot of stress.

• He isn’t too worried about losing you. Money talks. Ah, just another thing he can pay his way out of. But time is very precious, and you should be prepared for the consequences of wasting minutes that could’ve been spent with him.

• If you escape, Pantalone wants to retrieve you himself, not only so he can see you as soon as possible but also so he can see the adorable expression on your face as you realise you’ve been caught.

“Come here, (y/n). Quickly, now.”

His patience is wearing thin, you can tell from his voice. Trembling, you move closer towards him.

“Crawl.”

You stop dead in your tracks. He’s still looking at you. You only gaze back as his smile starts to drop. His eyes dart towards the ground then meet yours again, and a single eyebrow raises at your lack of haste.

“Crawl now, and perhaps you won’t lose function of your legs later. I really shouldn’t have to tell you twice, dear.”

You immediately drop to your hands and knees, and painstakingly, humiliatingly, crawl your way over to his legs. For reasons you can’t explain why (His warmth? Relief from the cold? The humiliation? The fact you’ve been caught?) tears start welling up in your eyes.

“Shh. Good (y/n). Good girl. Now… aren’t you going to beg for my forgiveness?”

When you meet his hooded eyes once more, smile entirely gone from his face, a sense of urgency fills your entire body. You would be willing to worship the ground he walks on if it saves you from ever seeing that expression again.

And so, as you wail against his legs and say how sorry you are, how rough it’s been, how you’re so grateful he found you, you can trick yourself into truly believing every word.

The verdict is a light punishment, loss of privileges, not even being allowed to bathe alone anymore, and a spanking you won’t forget for a week.

“It wouldn’t matter to me if I broke one of your limbs,” He tells you, rubbing a hand over your behind in a futile attempt to soothe it whilst you sob into the couch. “It would hurt, but you’d learn, darling. And I would help you all the way whilst it heals. But you see, because I love you, I’m willing to negotiate.”

You know what the response is. The only difficulty is forcing it through the sobs.

“I- I love you too.”

“Yes. Try to remember that next time you think of doing something so foolish.”

You start to shuffle around, getting up and placing yourself down again, this time with your head placed on his legs. Pantalone runs a hand through your hair, shushing you gently.

“It’s alright now, (y/n). I forgive you.”

#pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin pantalone x reader #the regrator x reader #dark!pantalone

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Reap what you sow

This story is a little different, more angsty than usual ( honestly don't know where it came from, but 2022 was a weird year).

It is based on Akashi's prediction of an adult Daiki finally realizing the true nature of his feelings for his best friend, but also on group dynamics and more or less binding choices to which one decides to submit.

I anticipate that it will consist of at least 10+ chapters (those I wrote in 2022): me and summarizing are two parallel lines.

I hope it is pleasant, let me know!

It's the start of your final year at university, and with it comes a season of crammed schedules, sleepless nights, junk food and time that needs to be managed down to the minute if you don't want to fail in both your grades and your work. That's why your phone never stops ringing, that's why you colour-coded your contacts so you wouldn't miss a comma. That was your nature, after all: total chaos behind meticulous planning.

You were so different from her, who had made a way of life out of precision and order, and with whom you were happily on the same page from day 1. Beautiful, talented, full-time manager of the most talked-about ball team in the country, always surrounded by the most outstanding people in the whole university, yet always so approachable, so friendly, so welcoming. No wonder her aura attracted everyone, for only an ugly soul could despise Satsuki.

You check the message she sent you a few minutes earlier, mark the time in your app for your meeting at your flat and, having finished your breakfast of melonpan and coffee, you are ready to enter the plain, brightly lit classroom for the usual six hours of lectures.

Today's class is particularly noisy, everyone gathered around Kuri, the self-proclaimed princess of the place, the one who never misses an opportunity to set an example by taking advantage of her family's prestigious position at university. She's the one who spends her life judging people by their clothes, their phone models and the clubs they hang out in; the one who monopolises Satsuki's attention every time she manages to show up for a lecture, acting as her best friend.

Who knows what new nonsense she will complain about today, or better yet, who will be the victim of her crude humour.

It must be closer than you think, for you feel several eyes following your every move, as you prepare your notebook and writing materials. You smile at your ruler, who gives you a cold look. Then you scroll through the notifications on your mobile phone, unimpressed by the expectant silence that has been created in just a few minutes.

Kuri has always been such a melodramatic person.

You've known each other since primary school, and since primary school she's been picking on you: you're too fat, you're too short, you have bad taste in clothes, your hair is terrible, you're just a teacher's pet. She won't stand for sharing any activity with you: if she's assigned to your work group, she has to change it; if the only free seat in the classroom is next to you, she has to force someone to move; if the only free spot in the cafeteria is next to yours, she'll bitch until everyone in her group skips lunch.

A lot of bullshit you got used to over the years, because your 'friend' has one talent: always getting in your way.

Here she comes, swaggering in a ridiculous way, followed by her procession of minions.

"Good morning," you greet her. You rest your face on your hand, hoping that yet another repetition of this shabby act will soon be over. She's standing in front of you, clutching her mobile phone in her perfectly manicured hands and slapping it in your face with an airing of contempt.

"I know! " she says firmly, but you don't understand. Not before you pinch the image to enlarge it. The elegant hall of a hotel in the city centre, a gala evening at which business leaders receive government awards, a table set and a picture of four people, two of them couples, toasting the success of a charming man in his early 40s.

"You may not know this, but Hashimoto's father took this photo. This pornographic photo where you rub up against a man who could be your father! This garbage that is now everywhere on social media. Shame on you! "she informs you, piercing you with her moral eye.

You take a few moments to admire every detail. How shiny the earrings were that Shunji, the sales manager of Japan's biggest pharmaceutical company, had bought for you! And that gown? A silk and crystal glove, so soft you could sleep in it.

"Firstly, you should learn to be less aggressive and rude, this is no way to address a person" you replied "Besides, try to mind your own business now and then! " you cut it short by handing her the phone back.

You see her tremble and smile, a smile with her teeth clenched, because you know she is only full of envy.

You, the outsider: so ugly, clumsy, useless and boring. You went to the party of the year with the pharmaceutical tycoon's son, while she was probably in a trendy club, making videos to get some random Insta-famous guy's attention.

"You are immoral!" she declares, her voice rising in anger. "I'm going to ask the school board to evaluate your behaviour!" she concludes, to the murmur of the class.

"That too! Just because you're jealous?" you laugh.

" I'll have you expelled, you can't sully the name of this institution by fucking men for..." her voice breaks for a moment as he sees your eyes go dark. "Money!" she shouts at you, making you blink in surprise.

But it is only for a moment.

Even though your heart is in your mouth, even though the risk of expulsion is real, you cannot let her have her way.

"Make sure that you succeed " you tell her, looking her straight in the face.

" Or else? Are you threatening me?" the princess sneers, suddenly uncomfortable.

"No, no," you laugh, amused "I'm not as good at hunting witches as you are. Just a reminder that you reap what you sow. So, when this whole masquerade is over, don't run to Satsuki with your complaints and try to clean up your reputation. Even she won't be able to do anything about it " you concluded as you stood up to greet the arrival of the teacher.

The chorus of voices quickly fades away and is replaced by the baritone sound of Professor Nakamura, who is trying to get you hooked on statistics with a bold and emphatic voice. You write down numbers, formulas, calculations of derivatives and graphs, but your mind has not moved an inch from what happened a few moments ago, and is unlikely to do so any time soon, at least not willingly.

You hear them throughout the class. Those snide comments whispered behind your back.

You see them when you leave the classroom: their sick looks, their nods, their fingers pointing at you.

You know their voices: hooker, escort, slut.

What they don't know is that things are not as simple or as sordid as they might seem.

What they don't know, is that those who have learned the truth have understood, and in their own way have even supported you: they know that if you could help it, you wouldn't have chosen this path.

What no one really knows, though, not even Kuri, is that you are tired of being judged, of being spied on, of being pilloried every time you speak.

You're tired of politeness.

If it is true that you reap what you sow, the sower of wind will reap storms.

#knb x reader #knb #knb scenarios #knb aomine #knb x you #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomomo #kuromomo #knb fluff #knb momoi #knb kuroko #aomine daiki #aomine #satsuki momoi #aomine daiki x momoi satsuki #momoi satsuki #momoi best girl #kuroko no basket

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clamalibi6 · 2 years

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How Much You Need To Expect You'll Pay For A Good Pluto In The 3rd House

Pluto In The Third House Career

Pluto within the 3rd dwelling signifies the necessity for rebirth plus a shift of viewpoint. It really is crucial to have a intellect that's both of those open and adaptable. This locale encourages people today to give a lot more than they get. You have got a great deal of toughness as part of your temperament if other favourable planets are present.

Because of Pluto's placement in the 3rd Household, you want to learn more about your subject and acquire a passion for looking at. For those who have a knack for languages, like creating and examining, and find out a potential in educating as a normal suit for you personally, This is actually the occupation route in your case. Pluto is actually a transformative World. Adjust your life as well as your potential with it. Possessing Pluto inside your 3rd house could have a major affect on all your interpersonal connections, whether or not they are close or merely acquaintances. Those born with Pluto Within this situation have a wide array of job options, such as journalism, law and politics along with other kinds of interaction and media. Some of these people today may uncover that they've a robust desire to devote the rest of their life to humanitarian or spiritual endeavours. Concerning power, Regulate, and supremacy this Earth is a great spot to start out. When Pluto is during the 3rd Household, you might come to be a robust and inquisitive person. There are actually definitely Numerous Plutos Within this home which are exceptional debaters. A native's contemplating may very well be sharpened On this place. With your analytical techniques, it is possible to take a look at a challenge from every viewpoint. For that reason, you've a huge deal of information, which makes you an exquisite teacher, translator, or writer. Pluto's placement in the 3rd Home may be found as cerebral overindulgence. As someone with this placement of Pluto merely isn't going to seem to be delighted with the things they know, They are often looking for far more. Inherent restlessness cannot be alleviated by any implies. Needless to say, you'll find bibliophiles among the us, but there's also anyone below that's pushed by a ought to organise, label, classify, include, and obtain knowledge in order to superior understand the entire world around them. It is a lot more crucial to the 3rd House to constantly purchase new viewpoints, compound, and know-how than it really is for it to be picky about what it receives. In the situation of Pluto, the individual's fixation and compulsive nature could help it become challenging to end. Assimilation during the 9th Household is centered on absorbing, plus the third Property is focused on accumulating, Which is the reason I chose the phrase gluttony to start out this piece. In order that one day, we might build an opinion that may be absolutely shaped, with "the many facts," the 3rd Household seeks omniscience by obtaining all the information feasible. We've got a battle with Pluto During this put mainly because we must preserve a sense of cohesion within our feelings. Accepting that we do not will need all of the knowledge available to us as a way to kind an viewpoint, a viewpoint, or even a conviction is actually a tricky challenge. So as to substantiate your viewpoint, point of view or opinion (ninth house) you might locate evidence inside the 3rd house. Objective belief/opinion can be an admirable intention, but it is a futile pursuit. You will discover just too many data to take in regarding Anybody challenge. Pluto within the third property is seeking to contend with this issue. When Pluto is from the 3rd Property, You will find a propensity to talk a lot more than you listen, monopolise the discourse, or communicate a lot more than you hear Some others. Pluto while in the 3rd Dwelling may become a extremely attentive listener, effective at genuinely finding the time to hear what the opposite particular person has to convey, and you recognize The key reason why? Within this area, Pluto, listening may be viewed as only one much more method of getting Far more Specifics. For people born with a powerful desire to learn new points, Pluto's placement while in the 3rd House presents a wonderful gift: the opportunity to have an interest about what other people believe that and/or say in lieu of dismissive of them. Somebody with Pluto inside the Third Household is likely to generally be ambitious and inspired. It really is feasible that they will chase fame and income, or that they'll function tirelessly to achieve their ambitions. Entrepreneurship, revenue, broadcasting, and instructing are merely some of the professions where by somebody with this placement may come across results. If they would like to operate outside of communications, producing, editing, speechwriting, or public relations in any potential, they are going to Possess a difficult time. People born With this time frame are more likely to have quickly-paced lifestyles, modifying Professions or hobbies typically without the need of offering much focus into the extensive-expression penalties. All those with Pluto from the Third Property are speedy to point out the failings in others and see them as boundaries to generally be get over. Because of this, they prefer to accomplish their own personal point or in no way. They have the capability to go through the minds and feelings of Other individuals, even if they prefer to keep their ideas and feelings to on their own. When Pluto is within the third residence of an individual's natal chart, they have got a solid need To find out more about the earth all-around them. If you have been assigned to this position, you are almost certainly pushed to do well by your desire to master the reality about what is going on on. This practical experience helps you to get Perception into your very own and other people's motives, ambitions, and aspirations. When you realize the underlying causes within your thoughts, inner thoughts, and behaviours, Vitality now not gets to be obstructed or pressured. This aids from the realisation of 1's goals after a prolonged period of wrestle. In the course of adolescence, Pluto's placement while in the third dwelling suggests that you simply experienced an intensive push, aspiration, and aggressive character. This might also be an indication of a person who is direct in their communication.

Pluto In The Third House Natal Chart

Pluto transits insist that we get in touch with our core function and our deep perception of electric power. New amounts of intimacy, not only with Many others but in addition with ourselves, are learned and uncovered. The Third House implies all types of misunderstandings and difficulties in conversation, plus the reverse. Pluto during the 3rd house symbolises a deep very well of methods, and creating, speaking, and Talking are all areas of life in which you have a major impact on individuals. Whatever you say has a lot of psychological weight, and not a soul will choose your terms flippantly. Pluto With this placement appreciates partaking in in-depth conversations and getting to the Main of The subject. Over the surface area, this may trigger a great deal of nervousness for yourself and lead to friction with mom and dad, caregivers, instructors, Culture…etcetera. Are aware that the information you need for this life span you might Obtain instinctively. What's more, these natives should acknowledge that no matter what their views are, they are able to resource relevant specifics to again them up within the understanding pool they already have. As part of the journey, you could possibly working experience together the way in which using in an excessive amount information and facts, locating it hard to access the information you really feel you'll need (blocked by dad and mom/caregivers/circumstance/society), These near you who dominate conversations, experience that you are not Secure or relaxed expressing your requirements or non-transparency (on your own or Other people). In several scenarios, Pluto is chargeable for heartbreaking alterations in our lives. It causes these fundamental improvements to power us to alter and let go of previous routines, ideas, and beliefs. Pluto needs us to embrace our darkest sections and make them vibrant. When you've got a powerful want to share info and abilities, you go all out to obtain what you would like. You might be determined to help make a big difference, whether it's a favourable or poor one particular. With Pluto during the third house, You might also have a thorough knowledge of your surroundings, and practically nothing can stand in the way in which from the survivalist Pluto’s keen senses. There's a chance you're incredibly suspicious and worried about crime to the streets and local crooks. Sometimes Pluto may possibly absolutely shut off any conversation, while other situations you are able to talk much which you dominate a dialogue that not one person might get a word in edgeways. You tend to go off on tangents, whether or not provoked or unprovoked, which is the simplest way to get rid of somebody’s consideration. Remain focused on the job at hand, and also you’ll get well effects. In the early house everyday living there may be unconventional problems exactly where relationships with brothers and sisters are concerned. How this can function should be judged via the facets to this house from the remainder of the chart. The Minerva aspect of Pluto in this house would illuminate the brain, and the individual may very well be a teacher of spiritual legislation and produce light-weight to others. In reality, there is often times when it seems to consider above your life. The need to obtain deep significance with regards to your social standing or Expert daily life will become apparent. So it’s not astonishing that Pluto in third house synastry can suggest the sudden end of the friendship or passionate partnership, and its aftermath exactly where sizeable rebuilding usually takes put The results of their arrangement was that Persephone would commit six months while in the Underworld in the winter, and another 6 on Earth, over the spring. Pluto in third House synastry describes to what degree the connection will probably be powerful and a number of the traits of Those people involved. Pluto within the third home suggests a close Pal who is equally bright and charming. the urge to precise by yourself along with the need to make Many others joyful are classified as the 3rd home's obligations. Your ability to express you Obviously is Increased through the existence of Pluto, which implies that even if the information is distressing, it is possible for you to Express it in an correct method. Whenever you know which you can anticipate a reaction from Other people, you are ready to speak your feelings additional effectively. Pluto while in the 3rd residence forces someone to transcend a superficial comprehension of anything that is certainly insignificant. Since they feel that the more We all know, the more highly effective we have been, together with the amount of we master, the better. Being a detective and researcher, Pluto's intellect is usually considered to as extremely intricate. Every time they're engrossed in a subject, they'll do all inside their power to receive to The underside of it. In specific situations, the potential to elicit details from others could possibly be apparent. When another person does the identical thing, they're normally not pleased about this in any way. Extending further than their own signal, distant planets have the ability to influence many aspects of our life. From the 3rd dwelling, Pluto has the possible to create a eager intellect and a voracious urge for food for understanding, and also the capability to target intensely and relentlessly. In addition, they can delve deeply into a issue to unearth its mysteries. People today look for for intellectually taxing pursuits like fixing mysteries, riddles, and codes with the help of their sharp minds. As somebody who likes to delve in the views of others, psychology might be of interest. Interest from the occult, the dark, and all the universe's unanswered tricks may Furthermore pique a reader's fascination in these kinds of delicate, darkish, and forbidden subject areas. Having a abundant keep of assets within the third house, Pluto has an incredible impact on Other people via creating, speaking, and speaking. The text with the speaker have psychological pounds, and no-one will take them frivolously. At this point, Pluto appreciates considerable conversations and gets right to the point. Therapeutic could be completed by any of such methods, but it may be tricky to talk to others and there is a covert, hid, and highly silent demeanour to the process often. If they are a compulsive talker, a caustic man or woman, or perhaps a individual who seeks to dominate by drive of phrases, Suggestions, and intellectual clashes, then They could be the opposite of what they appear to be. Utilizing the published or spoken term to express your deepest feelings is a powerful method of transform how we see fact. Inside of a nutshell, you happen to be hoping to create a extra intellectually stimulating environment all over you. To have details and know-how out, they go with the destroy. They've a strong need to make a favourable or poor impression on Many others. Individuals with Pluto while in the 3rd house may also have a thorough idea of their instant location, and absolutely nothing escapes the acute senses of a survivalist like Pluto. Avenue criminal offense and local criminals may possibly trigger the person to become pretty paranoid. Usually there are some those who discuss so much and dominate a discussion that not a soul could get a term in edgeways, and you will discover those people who Never speak in any respect. When someone share excessive or say nearly anything which is deemed taboo, harming, terrible, or just superfluous, the conversation could possibly come to a halt. As Pluto is inside the 3rd household, it could be required mainly because they despise superficiality and there's a sturdy urge to survive in all Pluto placements. Often, an individual features a mental collapse that obliterates all earlier know-how and plunges them into a point out of disaster. As Pluto in the 3rd House , they may have imagined that their education was intrusive, overwhelming, or even a form of bullying. It is really probable that a disaster at college experienced a big influence on the individual. The third dwelling governs our siblings, and our early interactions with them have a big influence on them. Thanks to an overbearing and domineering sibling, They might happen to be verbally abused being a youngster. Consequently, They could are overly protective of one in their kids. A sibling may very well be emotionally intricate, with energy struggles, conflicts, and lots of competitiveness amongst them.. Pluto in the 3rd residence could have a fantastic, transformative, and remarkably shut romantic relationship by using a sibling. For Pluto, It is really both all or absolutely nothing, and there is rarely any between ground. As a means to get increased power and impact over the surroundings, Pluto will withhold some thing. There might have been a second in early advancement when understanding was perilous. The anxiety and secrecy may have been sparked via the belief that one thing horrible experienced happened. Pluto's dispute with its neighbours could be seen to be a struggle for dominance along with a tense atmosphere. Once the head is subjected to the depths of your underworld, intellectually, it turns into extremely hard to stay shallow and careless. Subjects are generally approached with a far more serious and stoic point of view. Publicity is sought if Others's Concepts look insignificant and superficial. There is not any lack of brutal honesty, but nearly all of time they want a thing important to precise. Knowledge is power, and considering the fact that They're so adept at gauging the psychology of Other individuals, they know just what exactly to mention and the way to say it so as to have the largest outcome. It's unusual that you will just take as gospel what you have been explained to or browse. You have a highly analytical intellect and a proclivity for delving in the fundamental indicating of occasions. In an effort to be a strong communicator regardless if you are Talking or producing, you should have authority, conviction, toughness, and decisiveness. You like to know by observing instead of inquiring thoughts. In reality, It really is attainable which you'd prefer to analyze all on your own instead of from Other folks. Self-expression may bring about you to fret that you will shed your id, so you might decide on your words and phrases diligently in order to steer clear of revealing far too much about your self to others.

#Pluto in the Third House #Pluto in Third House #Pluto in the 3rd House #Pluto in 3rd House

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“…knowing you”

Knowing me ! Knowing me ! Knowing me !

Hehehe Aí Aí Aí Aí Aí Aí !!!!!!

Hngggggggg you might know me better than I know me. You’re so wise. Aí knows me and what type of person I am. Knowing me !

I only realized when your anons started coming in that I didn’t like it but I always wish for your happiness above everything! I deserve praise right? For not being mean right? Right? I’m like a dog waiting for your every command.

I don’t see Aí as a possession. I do want you to myself but only because I love your attention solely being on me. And because to me I feel like I’m the one who can bring you the most joy.

I’ll cling to you for as long as I can.

I highly doubt I know you more than you know yourself. I don't think I know you that well to be honest; you are actually very private on here, likely for security purposes!

Thank you for working on not being mean and becoming more aware of it, I know how hard that can be. Good job :)

I meant "possession" as in "possessive" and monopolising, which I guess is only proven in the sentence after.

#your yandere #aidoneus asks #🌾 anon

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Thank you for replying again and I saw the photos for Mr Malcolm's List!! Definitely very interested in it and I can't wait for it to come out. Sidenote but I hate how this fandom's treatment of Charithra has made me become anxious every time she shows up in a new magazine/does a panel or any interview. She showed up alongside Nicola and Simone for the new Netflix panel for Bridgerton specifically and she even got a spot at an FYSEE panel on how far Asian representation has gotten which I really love, but I can't even dare to go to other fans' accounts now because I just know people will be like "why doesn't Simone speak about this???" I hate how just generally, it's come to the point where apparently we can only let one of them reap all the benefits of their roles while the other one apparently has to "wait their turn". I know some fans will quickly retract from this and try to excuse their whining but that's literally how some of them come off. It's like "we already have one dark-skinned Indian actress who's hot and ready to speak up about rep, let her have all the spotlight! We don't need more than one!". Even when they try to mean well about Simone and her success it comes off as extremely gross, and it's also detrimental to her own image if you think that you, as a fan, are doing her any favors in insulting Charithra and saying that Simone should've gotten her interviews when Simone herself wants to support the fact that both of them are in this show. Like you're not doing them any favors by sticking to the "one actor of color who gets fame and attention in a show that is still very white is enough" logic, you're just sticking to an already racist scheme within the industry. If you want to complain about Simone not getting enough interviews to your liking then why not go after her white costars? Why do all of them get attention by default while Simone and Charithra apparently have to be placed in some fake "tug of war" with how much they get according to the fandom? Sorry for the rambling

No need to apologise, love getting these asks and I appreciate you taking the time to write them! I'm so excited for Mr Malcolm's List!!!

Gosh same, I can't even fully enjoy what Charithra says/does because I try to guess how she'll be misunderstood... It has also started affecting how I view Simone content.

What's baffling is this "wait your turn" mentality is a PILLAR of fandom racism. Every time there's a white female lead, she's lauded for being "revolutionary" (hint: she isn't). Woc are silenced and told to wait their turn and that this white character will open doors for them. Same with "there can only be one person of x ethnicity at the table," used to limit diverse rep (reminiscent of Bridgerton).

These fans think they're doing this for Simone but they don't see her as a real person, just an extension of Kate and their ship. Because if they cared about her, they'd know she'd be appalled by their gatekeeping & harassment. She wants more representation (which includes Charithra), not to monopolise it.

No one is stealing Simone's interviews, not her white co-stars, especially not Charithra. I believe Simone did more interviews than the rest of the cast any way? If fans need to blame someone, blame her management. But it's much easier to blame someone they can put a face on and "righteously" be terrible to because Edwina got in the way of their ship and was mean to Kate. Why can't they be normal and separate the actress from her character....

Bonus points if they realise they hold brown and white characters to vastly different standards.

#charithra chandran #fandom racism #bridgerton #my/rambling #ask #answers #please don't hesitate to send more asks!#i’d love to send you some but my mind is empty lol

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Depression and relationships

“It’s natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you have to let everything happen to them. You can’t interfere with people you love any more than you’re supposed to interfere with people you don’t even know. And that’s hard”

– John Irving, the cider house rules

Most of the time the focus of topics around depression is how the affected person feels, leaving in the background how the people around that person feel. I have learnt a thing or two by both being The Depressed One and The One Around A Depressed One. I would like to share my experience with you, hoping to give a little help on How To Be Around A Depressed One.

I would like to make clear that this is not a post about how gentle you need to be with someone with depression. Rather, I want to tell you to be real with them, even if sometimes reality is harsh. Here are my tips on how to be real with someome affected by depression.

Depressed people tend to not be aware of how much distress they cause in other people, because their pain monopolises all their attention.

I have been told that by focusing on my pain I had become a selfish person, who only think about herself. It was true, I realised. It was difficult to hear, but now I am forever grateful that someone told me so: it is that comment that prompted me to try and change.

If someone who is hurting tells you something that does not feel right, tell them so. Not speaking up equals to let them in ignorance, and this is not going to help anyone, as the situation will not change. Isn't it better to say it straight away, so that your loved one does not keep potentially hurting others and pushing people away?

The second best thing you can do is to understand that, most likely, nothing that your loved one unleashes on you is personal. This is a tricky lesson to learn, and it is only natural to feel angry or sad after some harsh words. The truth is that a depressed person feels lonely, so they tend to blame other people to not do enough for them to avoid dealing with themselves, because making changes while depressed is extremely hard.

I made an ex partner feel like my happiness depended on them. Obviously they grew extremely anxious and eventually left me because they could not take such responsibility. I do not blame them.

From this experience I realised that happiness comes from within oneself, and others can only enhance it.

Another important thing is to not counter attack. When attacked, one's natural reaction is to defend the self and attack the other. While dealing with someone who struggles with depression, it is fundamental to understand that depression comes with guilt. Depressed people feel guilty for being worthless, a burden, useless and all sorts of thoughts that harm their self esteem. An "attack" would only make it worse, validating these feelings.

So, instead of saying "your are accusing me of not doing anything to help you, but in truth, you are incapable to see my efforts", try to say "I am sorry you feel like this. I believe I am doing my best, but if there is something else I can do, please, tell me". It is probable that the depressed person would not know what to tell you, because they do not need you to do more, instead, they just need to get through that painful situation.

It is important that while dealing with a depressive person you take care of your own mental health. That means that if the situation is letting you down, there is nothing wrong in taking a break. Tell the person you need to recharge, mute them, and take a break. When you feel better you can go back. Tell them that you need some time off to relax. If they feel responsible for it, you can tell them that you are switching off to be more present later on. This also gives the affected person some time to reflect on their own situation.

A friend of mine once decided to get away from me for a while, because the situation was too much, but they told me that she would come back. They then asked me to not talk about certain topics with them because they triggered them. They indeed came back, I changed my behaviour and years later we are still friends. I blamed them to not care enough, but then I realised that they took a break because they cared about me, otherwise, they would have just said goodbye

Taking care of your mental health also means being able to recognise your limits. I want to tell you that there is nothing wrong in deciding not do deal with the person altogether. It is hard to stay and watch someone suffer, and everyone has a breaking point. If you feel like you have reached it, then you need to prioritise yourself.

That is the case of a friend of mine who broke it off with their partner because it was simply too much. They would not show any sign of change after years, so my friend decided to leave. I saw them changing from being miserable to going back to themselves. They told me that they do not think they could date someone else affected by depression, and that they would tell the potential date so.

Another friend of mine cried in front of me telling me that they felt responsible for her partner's life. I told them that that was their breaking point and they needed to take action and talk to their partner about their feelings. They are now working things out.

The Depressed one POV

Finally, I would like to talk about how I am dealing with my current relationship. I am aware of being affected by depression, and this has always come in the way. But this relationship is working because I am being completely honest, and I try to be as self-aware as possible. I still have my low points.

Once I cried at least once every day while staying at my boyfriend's. I knew it was horrible for him, but I just could not help it. So, I let him be. Although I wished he would stay up at night to soothe my pain, I let him sleep. I let him take breaks, and I told him to absolutely not feel guilty in doing so. He would just sit beside me while I was crying and read a book or watch a movie while holding my hand. And that is all I needed, really. Seeing him affected by my pain would have only made it worse.

Recently I felt low again and I needed attention, and I told him that he does not care. Immediately after that I apologised and I told him that I felt low, thus needy, but that did not mean that he was not giving me enough attention, it meant that I was going through a rough patch.

And now I want to address those affected by depression. If you are with someone, or you are struggling with keeping your friendships, always think how you would feel if they would tell you those things that you tell them at your lowest point. You will find out that probably you would feel hurt too. Try to speak up about your feelings. You are not a burden, and the more you talk about how you feel the more the other understands. I did not speak up for years to not bother others. When I finally started to open up, I was told by my friends and family that they were relieved because they finally understood some behaviours of mine. Being honest about my condition helped keeping my friends and family close and helps keep my boyfriend around.

I hope I gave you some help. I know how difficult these situations are, and I believe that finding someone to relate with is quite helpful. Hang in there, it will eventually get better.

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bloodywankers · 2 years

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“You want to divorce? Our marriage was never an ‘option’, darling.”

Name: Viktor Tchaikovsky

Type: Possessive | Aware | Manipulative | Cruel

Appearance: Light purple eyes and silver hair, he’s not as well built as his brother but still fit. Viktor prefers more simple clothing and has no preferred style, wearing whatever fits the occasion.

Personality: Unlike his brother who freed himself from his fathers control, Viktor is someone who exists solely for the purpose of being his fathers son. All he stands for was modelled after his father’s teachings.Viktor has never had anything outside of his fathers desires so his death left a gaping hole in within him, he felt as if he had no purpose. He never had a goal or clear objective, simply working to appeal to his father. No hobbies he ever enjoyed, all the ones he had were simply taught to him to impress guests. Viktor is someone who adapts to fit his situation with ease but in the process has lost his true self, if there ever was such a thing to begin with.

He feels indifferent to most people around him, aside from Alexei who he cares for. Growing up, it was always Viktor who covered for his brother's outbursts.

Viktor is cruel, not on purpose, but growing up in a family that is far from normal led to internalising much of his fathers behaviour. Habits are hard to break and Viktors’ stuck with him. What makes him more dangerous is his awareness though. Viktor knows, he always has, that his family was far from normal, he knows that his father is far from a good man and he knows that what he is doing to you will only hurt you but he doesn’t care. Viktor is someone who lacks morals and is ultimately selfish. He doesn’t care for anything that doesn’t benefit him.

Position: He inherited his fathers business after he died in an accident. Viktor understands that his father wasn’t a good man but his attention was all he had ever known so his death left him to feel purposeless and empty. Viktor only ever had his father as guidance as a child, he resented his mothers for neglecting him and his brother, indifferent to the fact that she was forced into a loveless marriage with an abusive man and have his children. His father on the other hand, gave him all the attention he could want, not in a positive light but it meant the world to Viktor who latched onto it, in a desperate manner. He tried time and time again to outdo himself and receive praise from him.

Darling: Viktor would feel attracted to someone resilient and passionate.

Relationships: Maybe you were someone really dedicated to your major, your eyes always lit up when you talked about it. Viktor never understood it but he was intrigued. What started as minor intrigue led to attachment. Before he knew it Viktor couldn’t imagine a day go by without you. He wouldn’t immediately fall in love but feel attracted to your presence, slowly crave it more and more until he seeks to monopolise you completely.

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Patience of a Saint

An Ushijima x virgin reader commission for the wonderful @hearteyes-candyskies, I hope you enjoy it, bby! 💕

Ushijima Wakatoshi x female reader

TW non-con, nsfw, smut, virgin reader

“Wait, you’re kidding me, right?”

Ushijima simply shrugs, “Why would I joke about something like that?”

Semi and Tendou share a glance, the former hiding a smirk behind the glass rim of his beer bottle. Tendou had been the one to drag them both downtown for ramen in the middle of the night, an impromptu reunion of sorts, now that the volleyball season had wrapped up and Tendou was back in Sendai.

Perhaps his first mistake had been to allow his friend the option to stay with him instead of booking a hotel. Though, truth be told, Tendou would have undoubtedly monopolised his time regardless of where he was staying, and Ushijima would have allowed him to.

They were friends, after all, and that was what friends did. He was just glad that Semi had been roped in alongside him.

When and how the conversation had steered towards his relationship with you, more specifically the details regarding your bedroom exploits together, Ushijima isn’t entirely sure, but he has no reason to lie to his friends.

The disbelieving look on Tendou’s face, however, makes him wonder if he’s said something wrong. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been dating this girl for how many months now, and you haven’t actually slept together yet?”

At that, Ushijima shakes his head. “We’ve slept together,” he corrects, taking a sip of his own beer. He likes sleeping with you, finds an odd sense of comfort he’s never felt before, waking up to find you curled against his side.

Most mornings Ushijima has no trouble getting out of bed for an early start. He’s found that lately, at least on the nights you stay over, that’s no longer the case.

The snort from his right is abruptly cut off into a choking cough as Semi tries and fails to mask his amusement. “He means sex, dude. You haven’t fucked her yet, have you?”

“No.”

The loud cackles from the ex-middle blocker are enough to draw the attention of several other patrons, but Tendou pays them no mind. “Why the hell not? Is she hideously ugly or something?”

“Nope,” Semi answers in his stead, a little too quickly for Ushijima’s liking. But he supposes he cannot blame his friend for noticing your attractiveness. You are, of course, beautiful - he’s told you many times.

A lone, red eyebrow quirks, glittering amusement dancing across Tendou’s face, “Are you… are you having trouble performing, big guy?”

Semi almost chokes on his mouthful, and even Ushijima feels the tips of his ears flush red. “No,” he asserts with a frown. “She…” he pauses, unsure for the first time whether this might be a line that he’s crossing to reveal something so personal between the two of you.

It’s not like he hasn’t discussed sex with them before. He has an almost uncomfortable amount of knowledge regarding the girls the redhead has been with, and Semi is no better.

(Semi was actually far, far worse.)

And truth be told he’s never been shy to share his own exploits with his friends, either. You might be the first girl that Ushijima’s ever loved, but love is not a necessary requirement for sex. He ensured that his partners left satisfied and so did he, there wasn’t anything more to it than that.

But you mean something to him. You mean everything.

“She… wants to wait,” he says quietly. “She’s-”

Tendou’s red eyes widen, his face transforming into an expression of delighted surprise as he puts it all together. “She’s a virgin?!”

“Hey, dumbass,” Semi grunts, smacking his old friend over the back of his head, “you wanna say that a little louder? I don’t think the entire restaurant heard you.”

Tendou waves off his admonishment with a flick of his wrist, his attention firmly fixed on the ace. “So I was right then? You found yourself a cute, innocent little virgin for a girlfriend?”

Ushijima doesn’t reply, he doesn’t need to.

He can still remember the scared look on your face the first time you stopped him, the way your hands shook and your pretty eyes filled with tears as you explained. Did you truly believe he would leave you over something as simple as that?

While he might have been… somewhat disappointed, he understood. He loves you, he’s known that for a while. He could be patient, wait for you to become accustomed to him, wait for you to get over your fears and apprehension.

Not that you make it easy for him. He knows you aren’t teasing him on purpose with low cut dresses and too short skirts, cuddling close in bed at night just so you can grind your ass against the swell of his cock, you’re too innocent for such things.

But that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore the heat that pools in his gut, the stirrings of desire and twitch of his cock every time you bend over in front of him and he’s rewarded with a perfect view. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s had to excuse himself to the bathroom, bracing himself against the wall, bent over and fisting his cock to the mental image of you spread out naked, desperate and begging before him.

“Wait, wait, hold up. I’m still a bit ticked off that you’ve been dating this girl for months and managed to hide her from me, your very best friend. I wanna see pics!”

Ushijima exhales, “You will meet her tomorrow-”

But it’s a fruitless endeavour, as Semi’s already scrolling through his phone to pull up your social media. Dutifully he passes it across the table, and Ushijima can only watch as Tendou’s eyes widen and a wicked grin creeps across his face.

“You, my big, beautiful, brawny friend, have the patience of a saint. My condolences.”

—

He meets you the very next day, and there’s a strange feeling in Ushijima’s chest as he watches you collapse into a fit of giggles at Tendou’s joke, the redhead’s arm slung casually over your shoulders.

He’s pleased that you get along with his old friends, it’s not something he’s ever had to concern himself with with his previous partners. They were nothing more than blips on a radar - not necessarily one night stands, but hardly worth introducing to the people who matter most to Ushijima.

Yet he can’t help but linger on Tendou’s comment from the night before.

You hadn’t told him that you were waiting for marriage. It wasn’t a religious vow you’d taken. It was just that you weren’t ready for sex yet. You asked for time.

And he’d understood. Your relationship was new, and he supposed that for your first time he was perhaps intimidating. You were shy. Nervous.

It was to be expected.

But hasn’t he proven by now that he can be gentle? That he loves you, and he has absolutely no intention of leaving you? You’re the only one he wants to be with - the only one he’ll ever want to be with. If you’re waiting for the right ‘one’ to lose your virginity to, what more does he have to do to convince you that he’s it?

Which makes him consider, watching you smile at him as you duck into his kitchen to grab some more snacks, whether you might not be as invested in this relationship as he is.

He doesn’t doubt that you love him, but even as you sidle up beside him, letting him tuck you to his side where you belong, he can’t help but question whether the true reason you haven’t allowed him to take you as he wants is because you’re still under the assumption that your relationship has an expiration date.

The thought doesn’t sit well with him.

Sex is separate from love, Ushijima knows that, but he’s also firmly of the belief that it can be an act of intimacy, an expression of love deeper than words or other actions can convey. He wants to feel that with you.

He wants to watch you writhing beneath him, your pussy squeezing around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth, lost in the ecstasy that only he can bring you.

He wants to know what sounds you’ll make, what pretty moans and gasps he can draw out from you as he fucks you within an inch of your sanity.

He wants to look in your eyes the first time he makes you cum, wants to take his time, to kiss you slowly, baptise you in pleasure and watch as you surrender yourself completely to the love he has for you.

Ushijima doesn’t have time to waste on romantic flings and relationships that will go nowhere. You are his future, so it does not make sense for you to keep holding yourself back where sex is concerned.

The sound of your laugh breaks through Ushijima’s musing and he’s pulled back to the present as you recount the story of how the two of you met to the redhead. He’s told Tendou before, but somehow the way you tell it made it sound better. You paint him in a better light, make yourself out to be the awkward one, stumbling over your apologies when it was his fault that you’d tripped in the first place.

You don’t have a clue about the weeks leading up to that moment, but it hardly matters. He’s content merely just to listen as you speak, your cheeks warming, long lashes fluttering as you glance up at him with that gentle smile of yours.

He loves you.

Across from the both of you, he catches the pointed look in Tendou’s eye-

It will be good for the both of you.

-and comes to a decision.

Unsurprisingly, the redhead just grins brightly when Ushijima corners him shortly afterwards, telling him that he will have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.

“No worries, I can crash at Semisemi’s,” he sings, rocking up onto the balls of his feet. “You two need your space, I get that.”

Ushijima nods, turning to leave, only for Tendou to reach out and stop him. “Yes?”

“You know, I kinda like her, Ushiwaka. Think she’ll be good for you, so try not to break her in two tonight, yeah?”

He frowns at the comment, causing Tendou to break into a fit of laughter.

By now, he should be used to his friend’s ribbing, but the thought of hurting you even as a joke doesn’t sit well with the ace.

To his credit, Tendou plays his role well. You all but beg him to stay for dinner, but he just mournfully shakes his head, sighing about Eita twisting his arm and forcing him to go watch him and his band play at some local bar.

And then, it’s just the two of you.

In hindsight, perhaps he should have put more effort into making this romantic for you. He’s never had to try with things like that before. He should have cooked dinner, and maybe considered candles and roses, or even music.

Instead, you order takeout and eat it sprawled across Ushijima’s lap, and he cannot find it within himself to mind. The most mundane activities are made better simply for you being by his side, he’s found.

He waits, fingers casually stroking along your arm as you curl up to his side to watch something on TV. You seem to be enjoying it, if the giggles that spill from your lips are anything to go by, but Ushijima finds himself distracted by the gnawing feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, an eagerness that has him twitching to act.

It doesn’t help that he’s all too aware of the softness of your body pressing against his.

But he won’t have your first time together be on his living room couch, of all places. He has enough patience to wait for weariness to set in, and when you yawn trying to muffle it against his shoulder, Ushijima almost smiles. “Why don’t we go to bed?”

You nod, and he presses a gentle kiss to your hair before helping you up.

He knows that you like to shower before sleeping, and while there’s a voice in his head that whispers for him to go and join you, Ushijima simply strips out of his clothes, sits on the edge of his bed and waits.

When you emerge from the steam, smelling faintly of the vanilla and citrus body wash he’d bought after the first night you’d stayed over, he stiffens. Instead of your usual sleeping attire (an old tee-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts) you’re clad solely in one of his fluffy towels, hair still damp, skin glistening with stray droplets of water.

“Hey, sorry I forgot my-” you pause, words trailing off as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, utterly naked. For a split second, you freeze in place, eyes wide and lips softly parted, like a deer caught in headlights.

And then, just as Ushijima moves to stand, you snap out of it.

“Oh my god!” you cry, whirling around and clutching the knot of your towel, hiding yourself from his view and burying your face in your hands. “I-I’m sorry!”

It’s rather adorable how flustered you get by something as natural as nakedness.

“Why wou- you know what, nevermind. I…uh, I forgot my clothes, they’re just on my bag I think, could you, um- could you please pass them to me?”

He spies them, folded neatly on the top of the overnight bag you’d packed. Instead, he reaches out to take your hand and gently tug you back towards him.

“Wakatoshi, what are you-” but your surprised protests are swallowed up as he leans down to kiss you. Yet instead of softening to his touch, allowing him to take the lead as he usually does, you stiffen in his arms, your hands finding their way to his bare chest, trying to push him away.

“Toshi, just- just stop for a second, please?” you gasp, managing to extricate yourself from the kiss.

That won’t do.

He has to be gentle with you, but with anticipation coiling in his gut, his cock stirring at the thought of your almost naked body pressed against his, it’s easy for him to forget his strength as he rids you of the offending material, bends down and hefts you up into his arms.

“Shh, little one,” he says, ignoring your shouts as he takes the three steps over to his bed so he can lay you down. “I know you’re scared, but you have no need to be. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make us both feel good, I promise.”

He bestows another kiss against your forehead as he climbs over your trembling frame.

“Babe… Toshi, please- I-I’m not, I don’t-” your eyes are wide and filling with tears and you’re shaking your head - it fills him with a flicker of unease, but he knows deep down that this is just temporary.

You need this as much as he does, and once he shows you how wonderful he can make you feel, you’ll thank him.

Cradling your cheek with one large hand, he tries to tell you as much.

But your breath is coming in quick pants, your terrified eyes darting past his broad frame as if you’re trying to look for an escape route while pleas and whimpers spill almost incoherently from your lips, and he realises that words won’t be enough.

He’ll just have to show you.

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing you once more before turning his attention to the rest of your body. It’s not the first time he’s seen you bared, of course, but it is the first time he’s been allowed the luxury of taking his time to enjoy it.

Your whimpers are soft and distressed as his lips trail down the column of your throat, resisting the urge to nip and suck at the tender skin, and you squirm under him when his mouth finds your breasts. The sounds you make for him, your choked little gasps only feed the pit of hunger deep inside of him. You must be able to feel his cock, big and thick, rutting up against your stomach, leaving a shining trail of oozing pre-cum across your skin as he busies himself playing with your tits.

They’re soft and pillowy, just the perfect size for his hands to grasp and knead, and the way that you keen for him, jerking a little when he sucks a nipple into his mouth and laves his tongue over the pebbling bud is utterly captivating. You’re so caught up in the attention he’s paying to your chest that you miss the hand that trails down your side, snaking between your trembling thighs.

At least until long, thick digits swipe along your folds.

Like a frightened little rabbit, your eyes widen and you jolt into action. “Wakatoshi, stop!” you cry, hands finding his chest once more to try and push him off of you, your legs kicking out uselessly beneath him.

His expression softens, his thumb sweeping against your thigh in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. “Shh, it’s okay. I need to prepare you to take me, otherwise it will hurt.”

If anything, your expression only becomes more panicked. “No, no, no, no-”

“Let me take care of my girl. You’ll feel good,” he murmurs, and already his fingers are sliding back to your pussy. You’re not as wet as he’d like, but it’s no matter, as his thumb finds your clit, his other fingers returning to tease at your entrance.

The soft little moan you try and fail to bite back as one finger slides inside of you sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. It twitches and throbs, aching for relief and perhaps if you were anybody else, he might throw caution to the wind and fuck you right then and there, regardless of whether you were ready or not.

But as you shiver, gasping as he curls the thick digit inside of you, he’s reminded that he needs to have patience. You are not worth rushing, and despite the feral beast inside of him that’s snapping and snarling to sink into your heat, he wants to savour this.

You only get one first time, and he’s determined to make yours unforgettable.

“That’s just one finger,” he tells you, his thumb circling your clit in slow, steady movements. “You’re going to take three before I can fuck you properly, understand?”

He doesn’t want to break you in half, after all.

You still writhe beneath him, shaking and jolting as he teases your shining pearl and coaxes your pussy into accepting another finger, and when he lowers his mouth back to your tits to add to the pleasure building inside of you, a sob bursts free.

“Please- please, Toshi!”

A third finger prods at your entrance-

“Please don’t!”

He almost winces at the sharp hiss of pain that escapes you, but he reassures himself that it will only be for a moment. The stretch and burn will give way to pleasure as he fucks them into you slowly. Your pussy is so warm, so tight, sucking the digits in deeper and when rough fingertips brush against a particular spot on your walls and you cry out, Ushijima allows a small, adoring smile to cross his face.

“Good girl,” he purrs, quickening his pace.

You’ve always been so beautiful to him, but when you cum for him that first time, face flushed and dewy, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try not to scream in pleasure, he doesn’t think there’s anything on earth that could possibly compare.

The same could be said about the way you taste, he thinks, greedily sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“Wakatoshi,” you beg, lying spent across his bed still reeling from the afterglow of your orgasm as he slides your thighs further apart so he can settle between them. He grunts a little as he wraps his hand around his flushed cock and guides it to your sopping entrance, marvelling at the way you shiver and mewl when he nudges it against your oversensitive clit.

Olive eyes find yours, and he cannot resist leaning down to claim your lips once more as he sinks slowly inside of you.

The sound that escapes him is deep and guttural, but the feel of your warm pussy clenching around his throbbing cock is simply heaven, and he almost - almost - loses control.

Forcing his eyes open, he watches your face as you take his cock, feeling every vein and ridge stretch you out, the pained whimpers that slip from behind clenched teeth. He knows that he’s bigger than average, that his girth is impressive and that even with his foreplay you’re still squeezing around him like a vice, but he forces himself to take it slow, to allow you the time to adjust.

He almost starts when you reach out to grab him, fingers painfully sinking into the muscles of his forearm as you fight off another wave of tears, so he pauses for a beat, peppering your face with more kisses. “You’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”

When your grip eases, he resumes moving, drawing his hips back and trying not to curse at the friction your slick walls are creating.

“I love you,” he grunts, “so much.”

And then he rocks his hips forward - steadily, filling you up again, allowing you to get used to his girth. He kisses you, trails rough fingertips gently along your skin, teases you finding all the sensitive spots that make you moan for him.

Gradually, he feels you relax around him.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin is drowned out by your soft whines and pants as Ushijima slowly picks up the pace. He fucks you deeply, but not roughly, taking care not to hurt you anymore than necessary.

It’s slow and sensual - your body can’t help but respond to his ministrations, and when you clench around him, sucking him deeper Ushijima can’t help but groan, feeling the tight coil of heat in his core burn as pleasure ripples through him.

He wants more. Needs it.

Ushijima’s hands wrap around your thighs, easing them back towards your chest so that your ankles fall over his broad shoulders. He kisses at your calf when confusion flickers across your face, but doesn’t offer any explanation as he snaps his hips forward once more. The choked scream that leaves your lips is beautiful, but he can barely focus on that when he finally bottoms out, his balls slapping against your ass as another hoarse groan leaves him.

He promised himself that he would be gentle with you, but as your velvety walls quiver and convulse around him and your lips fall open in another soundless scream as your second orgasm hits, he’s not entirely sure that he’ll be able to keep that promise.

There’s a tightening in his balls and he can feel the tether he has on his control fraying little by little as you moan for him, your hips rocking up to meet his fervent thrusts. You’re beautiful, perfect, and he’s losing himself to the feeling of being buried inside of you. It’s indescribable, the way your pussy’s fluttering around him, clenching and pulsing, kissing his cock with sweltering heat - it feels like the very edges of his sanity are blurring as he fucks himself deeper inside of you, his cockhead hitting your cervix with every thrust. He wants to cum, wants to fill you up with his thick load again and again and again, wants you so full it’s leaking out of you-

It won’t be enough, it’ll never be enough.

He loves you, and Ushijima won’t ever be satisfied again without the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, milking him for every drop that he’s worth.

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sinkix · 4 years

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Haikyuu!!│Obsessive/Yandere HC’s │

Warning - Contains dark themes, mentions of emotional and physical abuse & sexually suggestive/explicit (18+) content, reader’s discretion is advised.

Characters - Hinata, Kuroo, Daichi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou & Kageyama.

Important Note: This is in no way romanticising or normalising toxic/abusive behaviour, you should not do as such as this is incredibly dangerous and unhealthy. If you identify any of these in your own relationships please seek help from a member of authority, counsellor or someone who can remove you from and aid in your recovery from the situation. This is a great contrast from all my other work on here so please read with caution. Stay safe <3

Hinata - The Hell-bent Visionary

Danger level: 6.5/10

So you’ve caught the eye of Karasuno’s ray of sunshine?

Bask in it’s warmth while you can, for the sun sets and leaves a chilling dark in it’s wake.

When he becomes focused on something, it’s hard to break the dedication he has. It’s unyielding, firm and persistent. Once you light a fire in him, it’s near impossible to put out.

And you didn’t just spark a flame, you formed a whole inferno.

Blowing up your phone with texts, calls and the tapping of rocks against your bedroom’s glass from late night visits to your doorstep. Greeted with the sickening scent of blood-red roses filling your nose at a reminder of how firmly he has you in his hold that will never falter. The lingering scratch marks adorning the window panes that you could have sworn were not there the night before.

He can’t get enough of you, and the more time he spends with you, the more addictive your presence becomes.

He’s hooked, reaching the point of rivalling his sporting passion.

He learns to balance the two equally, and any second that isn’t spent practising, he is by your side or doing everything in his power to be.

It’s tunnel vision. All he sees is you, and the ball, nothing else matters. Relentlessly chasing for both long after his lungs tire and legs give out.

He is a dark, unwavering force of nature, itching to monopolise you and eradicate any threat on what belongs to him. Yet around everyone else, he's a bundle of lovable sunshine who wouldn't dare hurt a fly, and while he doesn't show an outright aggressive nature, you know there's something sinister lurking underneath that might one day snap.

It’s his stare that haunts you the most.

That ominous, chilling stare which pierces through your heart and impales it on a stick, out on display for him to marvel at in all it’s vulnerable beauty. The level of intensity and sheer devotion glinting in his eyes is nothing short of haunting.

Luckily for you, Hinata will not cause physical harm, but it’s his presence and ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ nature which will slowly but surely chip away at you until your sanity is reduced to dust. The worst part? Since he is loved by everyone, no one sees the twisted side you do, and as a result left permanently in a state of self-doubt and second guessing. Your mind will eventually spiral into a descent to madness until your right where he wants you.

Be careful, for even the sun’s light burns out eventually. And when it does, you’ll be swallowed by the darkness.

Kuroo - The Devil’s Reciprocal

Danger level: 9/10

Ahhh, the bad boy who smells of cigarettes and sex, the one who lurks in bars long after midnight eyeing up his prey. This man gives Satan a run for his money. I hope you’re prepared. What did you do to catch his eye, anyway?

Whatever it was, it’s doomed you to an eternity in hell on earth.

Or heaven, if you’re a glass half full kind of person.

Kuroo drew you in like a moth to a flame, you knew he had no glinting halo, but that was his appeal.

He was the incarnation of everything your parents warned you about, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Hell, you still can’t. But that doesn’t minimise the damage done to you every second he turns the light on, reeling you in once again, further and further until there’s no escape, utterly blinded by his deceiving tactics.

He has many admirers, you know. So in his eyes he feels you should be privileged to be given so much of his attention, that once received would leave any sane person running.

Unfortunately, you don’t seem to be sane enough, and he recognises this. He knows he’s got you hooked on his every word, dragging out the syllables like a lullaby that leave you entranced and begging for more.

What can I say? The man has a way with words, and you’re totally enthralled by every sentence.

Kuroo recklessly waves his charm like a gun, never a moment of hesitation to utilise it in order to get what he wants.

And he always gets what he wants.

It’s so dangerous it will leave you down on your knees in an act of submission and prepared to do anything to please him. The tip of the pistol aimed at your temple as if daring your defiance.

He revels in seeing that doe-eyed expression, fully aware of how much control he holds over every cell in your body. All of them scream out for him, for Kuroo. To kiss you, touch you and whisper sweet-nothings into your ear that linger with his hot breath scathing your neck, burning his scent into your memory until it’s one you’ll never forget.

With all that temptation comes consequence though, because once you give in, you’ll face the sadists horns that lurk underneath.

Intertwining your bodies and tracing a switchblade across your jugular, he’ll stretch his lips into a wide, cunning grin, slamming into you and rutting his hips until they connect with yours. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, your whine will be stifled and cut short by the piercing slit of a blade shallowly opening the skin of your throat, the sharp sting lingering as his tongue deepens the incision with delight.

He is incredibly possessive, so anyone he deems a threat will be mercilessly eradicated, soon to be forgotten though. He will never allow your thoughts to be consumed by anything but him.

Grinding his body against yours, the husky murmuring of pillow talk he is all too skilled at will leaves your knees trembling and buckling before him, with the one question he will only ever accept one answer to.

“Tell me sweetheart, who do you belong to...?”

Shuffling the cards and dragging cigar smoke across his lips, he’ll sip that glass of gin snidely and lock you in place with his smouldering gaze. Forever a reminder there’s no escape from his enslaving curse.

Daichi - The Despotic Protector

Danger level: 6/10

Karasuno’s father figure and reliable captain rolled into one. I hope you’re prepared for a lifetime of suffocation, because he’s never letting you go.

He takes on an almost a parental role in the relationship, and a toxic one.

Controlling, overbearing and monitoring your every move. He will never allow you to do anything without his permission out of fear for your safety.

I mean, what if something happens to you while you’re not within his peripherals?

That’s a thought he simply couldn’t bear.

He’ll lock you in the confines of his home if he has to. But don’t get mad sweetheart, it’s because he cares for you.

Soon enough Daichi will have isolated you from the world, never seeing the shining of sunlight unless your arm is looped around his in a crushing hold.

Friends? You can forget them, he made sure to steer you far, far away from those. He just can’t risk them laying a finger on you or putting you in harms way, he would never forgive them.

Daichi desperately tries to convince you he has your best interests at heart, and unluckily for you, you fall right into his trap.

Your whole life is consumed by him, and only him. Watching the clock tick by aimlessly until you hear his footsteps up the driveway, scurrying to the door to greet him like an obedient dog upon his arrival.

Pulling you into a loving hug that threatens to squeeze the life out of you, you can’t help but let your mind roam and ponder the question lurking at the back of your thoughts.

Has he ever killed with these hands?

They seem too crushing. Like a brute, inhuman force. You can picture his fingers wrapped around someone’s throat and draining them of oxygen almost too easily.

Little did you know, your hypothesis was painfully accurate.

An old childhood friend of yours, currently 6 feet under in the yard. Your bare feet trampling over his grave and none the wiser every time he allows you to set foot in the garden.

You’ll never know, though. It’s not like you can check your phone without his permission anyway, he’s already blocked their contact.

Days, weeks, months pass by of his constant monitoring and controlling behaviour. The CCTV’s scattered in every corner of the house, the social deprivation and loneliness that creeps in every time he’s not there as you roam the barren household, the purple finger marks roping your wrists from when he kept you in a paralysing grip,daring your disobedience.

and you can’t help but wonder,

Maybe the person you needed protecting from was him.

Tsukishima - The Mendacious Manipulator

Danger level: 8.5/10

How unlucky you are to be paired with this mentally destroying sadist.

At first Tsukishima’s wit, sarcasm and clever quips were what allured you, never did you think they would be used against you. Wielded like a weapon with a blade sharp enough to slice you in two.

And I’m warning you, every cut hurts.

There’s no escaping from it, a string of degrading remarks whispered cruelly in your ear while holding hands in public, appearing to be a cute and affectionate couple, but a sinister secret lurks underneath that only you know of.

He’ll treat you like a dog, expecting you to be at his every beck and call, serving on your knees with a painted smile that’s woefully forced on with every ounce of strength you have left.

You are his puppet, his useless little play thing that he makes painfully aware of how disposable they truly are.

And don’t take him for a fool, he will discard you if he sees fit.

Unmerciful, cruel, snide, are the some of many words that can describe Tsukishima, and as you’ll soon find out none of them are pleasant.

He will craftily make you open up to him. Revealing your deepest insecurities,traumas and troubles then sheath it like a sword to your neck, holding you hostage to your own weaknesses in order to gain that empowering sense of control he oh-so revels in. Endlessly striving to achieve his selfish, favourable outcome.

This Yandere is one of most intelligent of the bunch, and unfortunately for you, does not use his intelligence for charitable or good-natured purposes.

He knows exactly what to say to leave you curled up in a ball, tears streaming and wracked in emotional agony as you plead for forgiveness on something that isn’t even your fault. He knows this, but finds it comical and all too amusing to see you so broken over something when you weren’t the one to blame. He gets off to your mental anguish.

You’ll be left stumbling the streets at 2 in the morning, contemplating your life and everything as you know it, he will warp your perception of the world until he is the only one you can crawl to. After all, it’s your fault, right? He’s the only one who could tolerate you, everyone else abandoned you because you were so insufferable.

...is what he’ll have you believe. In reality, Tsukishima was pulling strings behind the scenes to ensure you would distance yourself from friends and family, resulting in them doing the same. Wrapping you around his finger and twisting your behaviour into one that’s volatile and unapproachable, until you’re left totally alone.

You’ll never know though.

That mental fortitude will soon shatter, and when it does, he’ll cackle at it’s pathetic remains.

Yamaguchi - The Diffident Vampire

Danger level: 5/10

I’m sad to say, but your tween Twilight fantasies will be crushed when you stumble upon this mess of a monster.

I don’t mean to say he’s a literal vampire, but you’ll understand the use of this metaphor once we delve into some of his tendencies.

He is incredibly insecure, the walking embodiment of the very word.

Now that isn’t the reason you should be warded off, everyone has self-esteem issues. However, this trait of his plays a huge part in siphoning the life out of you.

He captured your heart with his soft and sympathetic nature, easily startled and somewhat skittish.

You didn’t see what was below the iceberg however, and once you did, he sank his teeth in and began to suck before you could escape, draining you dry until you have no more left to give. Nothing to spare until he is licking his lips in satisfaction, swelled with the abundance at the emotional dependency he has built up on you.

He needs reassurance like a life line, and while some might find this endearing at first, it undoubtedly becomes highly toxic and emotionally exhausting.

Yamaguchi is incredibly volatile with his sensitivity, you have to watch your words and be sure he doesn’t misinterpret them and become dejected. He will read into everything you say and question every little detail.

This is one of those Yandere’s that wouldn't do it intentionally I don’t think, but by the time he catches himself it’s too late, he’s in far too deep to stop and I don’t think he ever will once he realises how addicted he is to you, your words boosting his sense of worth and being the only form of confidence he’s ever felt in his life.

It’s quite sad, really.

Don’t pity him too much, though. That’s the trap. That’s how reels you in until the teeth marks adorning your neck are a harsh reminder that you are nothing more than food for his ego.

If you ever think about leaving, he will have no qualms grovelling at your knees, razor to his wrists and begging you to stay. A cruel memoire at what keeps you tied here in the first place.

Pity.

Care.

The mutual empathy you saw in him that drew you in was now broken and one-sided, his selfishness far outweighing this trait of his and becoming your death-sentence.

The marks will never fade. One day you’ll collapse to your knees and cave, but he won’t stop until he has bled you bare.

Oikawa - The Venusian’s Nightmare.

Danger level: 8/10

Oh charming Oikawa. The pretty boy with enough carnal seduction to rival his greek goddess counterpart. Hair smooth as silk, eyes glinting with mischief and a smirk that could bow you down on all fours. He has everything, or so it seems.

Sanity isn’t one of them.

He is VERY demanding when he craves your attention, which let’s face it is pretty often. If he doesn’t get it? Definition of a nightmarish brat.

He will whine, complain, blow up your phone. Still not available?

He’ll simply disappear.

For how long? Who really knows. He likes the thought of you on edge and anticipating his return, thoughts of him plaguing your mind to the point you question if you’re the one who’s obsessed.

Don’t worry though, when he returns he has enough sensual suave to make you forgive him ten times over.

You may think his bratty and sulking nature is the worst of it.

Oh how wrong you are.

Push him to his limits or the closest thing to it and you’ll face a cut-throat, teasing sadist who will tie you to the bed with a sickening sparkle in his eyes, marvelling at your skin jaggedly sliced open like a sheet of paper, tracing the wounds with his tongue and lapping up the blood before pulling you into a heated kiss which seems almost loving, if it weren’t for the metallic taste intertwining your tongues as a harsh reminder that you’re not here by choice.

He is definitely the type to mock you and howl with laughter as your body spams and writhes in pain, degrading you with the most vile remarks till tears spill from your eyes.

“Awh poor (Y/N)-chan, crying like a baby. Can’t handle the pain? What a pathetic little whore. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll ease up the pressure~”

Sometimes he’ll leave you there wrist-bound to the bed post for hours, coming back in occasionally until your level of pleading satisfies him.

His change in treatment is paradoxical in the aftermath, he will release you from your restrains and rub your skin with such tender care, it’s agonisingly deceiving.

One of the most dangerous things about him is his intuition, it’s damn near supernatural and makes for a natural born lie detector. Oikawa will sense the slightest shift in your mood, tone and body language. He knows you like the back of his hand, making it all the more unnerving to be in his presence.

This can be a positive if he is looking to fill you with ecstasy, since he knows every sweet spot, curl of his fingers and words to whisper that leave you trembling in mind-numbing pleasure.

Though you know once coming down from your high, your moments of heaven will slip through your fingers before crashing back down to reality.

He can read you like a book that he wrote with his own hands and it’s horrifying, he can predict what you’re going to say or do before you’ve even made up your mind. Which as you can guess, makes escape or wheedling out of a threatening scenario a null alternative.

If you decide to make the suicidal mistake of lying, your body will never quite function the same once he’s through. not to mention the plethora of emotional scarring that comes along with it.

After catching you in your mendacity and deeming your punishment enough, he’ll decorate your body in cuts, bruises and hickeys that throb from the abuse of his teeth. Laying you down in bed and tucking you in gently, wrapping an arm around in an act of ‘protection’ that was formerly wrapped around your throat in an act of threatening asphyxiation.

Eyes fluttering closed hours after he drifted off beside you, your heart rate quells and the tears staining your cheeks dry, preparing for the repeated cycle when the sun rises.

How foolish to be lured in by such a facade, even the most beautiful of creatures can be hideous.

Bokuto - The Volcanoes Slaughter

Danger level: 9.5/10

The ticking of a time bomb, the cracking of the ground beneath your feet.

Once you are swept up in this man’s wrath you know there will never be an escape.

and he’s fucking terrifying.

His energy and vigour were what charmed you, his upbeat enthusiasm that while volatile, was very contagious and encouraging.

If only you had known what kind of disaster was laying low under the surface.

Akaashi had tried to warn you, but you simply never listened.

He pities you now, for you’re in the same boat as him.

Eternally putting up with his violent tempers and erratic nature, which you often get the brunt of behind closed doors, left to cover the scars with a scarf and cheap pot of concealer.

His moods switch as quick as the direction of the wind, a gust too strong that leaves you flying back like a ragdoll against the wall.

Or that may just be because he actually threw you in a fit of rage, itching to see your limp body crack against the drywall to soothe his rage. Drowning the voices in his head with the sound of your soothing whimpers filled with agony.

While he may beat you black and blue whenever the overflow of emotions take over, he still does ‘care’ for you in his own sickening way, and would never have any qualms snapping a neck or two if it prevented anyone else laying a finger on you.

Though to be honest it’s the furthest thing from care, it’s downright monopolisation of something he deems his object.

How dare they hurt his personal punching bag, don’t they know you’re his and his alone to mark up in any way he pleases?

To everyone else, he seems like a very loving and protective boyfriend who has the occasional mood swing. If only they could pick up on the flinching of your body when his voice raises even a decibel, or the way you retract in fear at the swatting of a hand too close to your face.

The anxiety felt when in his presence is indescribable, your whole body will soon become accustomed to trembling in fear, your fight or flight kicking in at the mere mention of his name. His voice sends every hair standing on end, bracing for the impact that may or may never come from his grazed fists.

Treading on eggshells and analysing every word before you speak will become second nature, even the tone of your voice or the way you arrange a question will be heavily thought over before even daring to let it escape your mouth.

You just can’t risk it, even hearing a word he doesn’t like will result in the tectonic plates shifting, getting closer to his impending eruption.

Once you hear the rumbling, you’ll know it’s far too late to run. Burned by the raging lava and consumed whole in a flood of pain and misery, it will destroy everything in it’s wake, even you.

Tendou - The Jesters Despair

Danger level: 10/10

You really opened pandora’s box with this one.

And once you so much as cracked it for a peak, just that little inkling of curiosity, the lanky arm of a redhead yanked your wrist and dragged you in with him.

Tendou’s eccentric and offbeat disposition was something you had always admired, it was what made your heart flutter.

Now? That eccentricity is put to the most horrifying of uses.

Mind games, manipulation, and unpredictability beyond your worst nightmare.

Tendou is the type to sink a blade into your skin and cackle maniacally while you cry and plead for him to stop. Edging himself and eyeing you up greedily at the painful fear in your eyes, blood trickling down your skin with each incision.

He’ll pull your hair back and slide his tongue along the cuts, his lustful gaze boring into your own as the pooling saliva leaves a chilling feeling on your skin, nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of his DNA entering your bloodstream.

He thrives on trickery and deception. He’s the type to say something incredibly warm and soft-centred, one that makes your pupils expand in newfound hope with the question of “...really?” rolling off your tongue. That inkling of hope sparking the thought that maybe, just maybe he’s changed.

Only to burst into a fit of laughter at your naivety, teasing you relentlessly for how gullible and moronic he thinks you are.

This yandere is incredibly incalculable. Here one minute, gone the next. Don’t even bother trying to figure out what he’s doing or where he is, you’ll never know. It keeps you on your toes in the most negative and unnerving sense of the expression, he gets a buzz off leaving you wondering, and takes great satisfaction in knowing you’re probably thinking about him.

However, he expects you to be there whenever he needs you, regardless of circumstance. And if you’re not? You’ll have consequences to face.

I’m sorry to say, but there is no chance in hell you’re surviving this experience, there’s no doubt you’ll be murdered eventually.

After all, he does get bored easily. Not so much as giving it a second thought on disposing of you once you are no longer a source of fresh entertainment for his sadistic desires.

With each passing day his treatment becomes increasingly brutal, searching for new ways to fulfil that empty feeling in his heart and cold, hollow look in his eyes. Don’t even bother trying to save him, not even he would know where to start.

Every night as you shut your eyes on the hardwood floor beside his bed, you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time you’ll ever close them.

And for your sake? You’d better hope it is.

Charming you with the humour of a Jester and putting on a show, he’ll make it certain every time you laugh, will be paid back with tears twofold.

Kageyama - The Majesties Tyrant

Danger level: 7/10

Kneel before your highness or face his wrath. Kageyama Tobio is the most commanding of them all. Permanently trapped in his dictatorship with no hope of revolt.

He doesn’t become set on things very often, but once he does it’s something he’ll never give up until he’s conquered it wholly.

Stubborn, moody, domineering and demanding. With just enough of a soft side he uses to persuade you back again.

Fuelled by ego, pride, and a sense of superiority, he will never stop until he has your total obedience.

Being the dense man he is, this is usually achieved through simplistic means of intimidation and threats of aggression.

Kageyama will not hesitate to raise his fist and back you into a corner, cowering in recoil at his menacing aura that itches to do damage

You will do what he says, whenever he needs it, no if’s but’s or objections.

For such a hard headed ruler, he’s surprisingly childish and unsure about how to express anything other than abuse.

I think a part of him genuinely does like you, but it’s far too clouded by his toxic nature that it could never be seen as even slightly redeemable.

The most you’ll ever get out of Kageyama is the occasional hug, in which he squeezes you far to tight and resurfaces the pain of last nights bruises.

He doesn’t resort to physical violence often, as he is always reprimanded by the team to control his anger. If only they knew what he was like behind closed doors. I suppose you could credit it to Karasuno that he hasn’t accidentally killed you yet.

Yet.

When it comes to matters in the bedroom, he is focused solely on his own gratification, yours being a second thought he never so much as acknowledges.

Collared and threaded by chain, you will crawl beside him and take it all until you’re gasping for air. The only thing he cares about is climaxing and leaving you with the cleanup.

He’s quite self conscious, so don’t expect much physical affection unless he’s chasing a particularly intense release.

Kageyama is highly jealous and frequently painted green with envy, so expect your social life to dwindle significantly once he has his hands on you, literally and metaphorically.

Thankfully, he won’t isolate you entirely, but it’s enough to leave you feeling segregated from the rest of the world. A lone member of his regime that you are forever trapped in with no chance of escape.

Bow down with a meek mutter of “Yes...master.” His crown will twinkle in the moonlight as a symbol of your everlasting enslavement.

The king of the court, and the ruler of your heart.

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pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 8.8k / genre: smut, established relationship, driftracer!au

summary: Jimin’s been pretty busy recently and you’re starting to feel neglected. Guess you’ll just have to make him pay attention somehow.

warnings: sexually explicit content (NSFW), unsafe driving (back at it with the street racing), cursing, mild degradation, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (it goes without saying but please use protection guys), creampie, controlled orgasm (delay), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names

THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO ‘CATCH YOUR DRIFT’— please read the original first

a/n: to everyone who was asking about a cyd follow-up—here it is! it’s basically a pwp with the flimsiest of plots lmao. enjoy!! x

“Jimin's up to something.”

“Huh?” Jungkook looks away from where he’s been fiddling with something in the Pontiac’s engine. “What?”

“Jimin,” you repeat, slowly. “He’s up to something.”

Park Jimin. Breathtaking, captivating, gorgeous Park Jimin—unstoppable in his sleek black Nissan Skyline GTR, a master in his element, relentless, incredible. Your rival and main competitor on the track. The one person who challenges you, who you measure yourself against, who you always strive to beat.

Park Jimin. Your boyfriend.

“He’s been… weird lately,” you say, uncharacteristically hesitant.

Jungkook looks a little baffled but also concerned, eyes darting over in the same direction as yours. Jimin’s already kissed you good luck, a soft, lingering touch of his lips against yours before returning to his own car, and you’ve been watching him get ready for tonight’s race. He lounges against his black Skyline and laughs at something that Yoongi and Taehyung are talking about, looking every inch the king that he is.

Jimin is as striking and dazzling as always, jacket covered in jewels that burst outwards like fireworks, the cut of his metallic shirt low enough to reveal his collarbones and smooth skin of his chest. The only understated part of his outfit is the pair of unadorned silver hoops in his ears, simple and elegant. A gift from you that he wears every time you race.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise a little. “What do you mean he’s up to something?”

Honestly, being with Jimin is a dream. At first you’d been concerned that your competitive natures would clash and that being opponents on the drifting circuit would cause friction in your relationship—but it actually works out really well. Jimin makes you strive to be a better person, the best you can be, both on and off the track. You’re both as invested in giving each as much attention as you do to winning races, and the truth is that a lot of the fierceness you show on the track melts away entirely when you’re alone together: it just highlights how multifaceted and incredible Jimin is.

He’s a ruthless competitor. He’s also sweet and caring and kind and he always makes time for you.

Or at least, he normally does.

“He keeps saying he’s busy, and he seems to be distracted when we’re together,” you admit to Jungkook in a low hush. There’s no one within hearing distance of your Pontiac but you’re still cautious. Your relationship with Jimin is well known throughout the circuit now and you don’t want people overhearing intimate details about it. It’s none of their business. “I don’t know, Kookie, it’s… it’s concerning. I guess.”

You’re usually self-assured and confident but right now you sound unsure. Jungkook’s known you for years and years and is one of your closest friends, but even so, admitting this to him is difficult—and he knows it.

Jungkook pulls the hood of your car down, shutting it with firm hands before he leans across the metal towards you. “Have you tried asking him about it?”

“Of course.”

“What did he say?”

“We, uh, got distracted,” you say, and Jungkook makes a face at the implication.

“Maybe next time you’re trying to have a serious conversation you shouldn’t let yourself get ‘distracted’?” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts his hands to make air quotations at you and you pout.

“But his ass is just so perfect, can you blame me?”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m out,” Jungkook says while looking pained, and you can’t help but laugh.

Later, though, when you beat Jimin in the race, he lavishes attention on you like he always does—you’d barely inched out ahead of him tonight and so he takes his time when he works you up, touch light and teasing as he runs his hands over you. Your head tilts forward as you pant, bent over the hood of his car as he fingers you open, deep and slow. Just the way you like it, even if you’re hungry for more.

“Jimin, please.” Your voice is desperate as you beg and try to rock against his fingers, get him to move faster. “I need you inside me, god—”

Your words choke off when you feel a sharp smack against the bared skin of your ass, a small punishment for your impatience. You let out a gasp that turns into a quiet moan, turning to hide your face in your elbow to try and stifle the noise as Jimin’s hands immediately soothe over the touch, soft as he rubs over your heated skin.

“Patience, baby.” His voice is low. “You’ll get my cock when you’re nice and ready. Okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur, a little breathless. “I just want you so bad.”

You’re still turned away from him but you can hear the affection in Jimin’s answer as he leans forward to kiss the sensitive skin just behind your ear. “I know, sweet thing.”

Once he finally sinks his cock into you, it doesn’t take long for him to pull you over the edge, your nails scraping against the warm metal of his car as your body goes tense and you cum. Jimin follows soon after, spilling himself inside you as you shiver and clench around him, trying to draw him in as deep as possible; no matter how many times he fucks you open it never gets old, the way you can feel his body move against yours, the way he gasps and moans as he reaches his own edge, the way he holds you close as you both go lax against each other, warm and tender.

“Are you free on Saturday?” You’re perched on the hood of his Nissan afterwards, arms curled around his neck as you pull away to look up at him. “I thought you might want to come over for dinner and a film? You can choose which one we watch, I’m not picky.”

A quick expression flits across Jimin’s face, faster than you can identify, before it turns apologetic. “Sorry, baby. I’m busy this Saturday. How about next week?”

“Oh,” you say. “Okay. Um. Do you want to… grab a quick lunch instead? Or something? When you’re free?”

Jimin turns his face into your hair, nuzzling into your scalp before he kisses the crown of your head. “I think I’ll be busy all weekend, but I’ll let you know, okay?”

You pause and try to hide the surprising amount of pain and confusion that shoots through you at his subtle dismissal, schooling your features before Jimin pulls away to look at you. “Okay baby,” you say brightly. “I hope you have a good weekend, either way.”

Jimin cups your face gently as he smiles at you, all warmth and open affection before he dips down to softly kiss you on the lips. “I will.”

If you didn’t trust Jimin so much you’d think he was cheating on you.

You know that Jimin has his own life outside of you and you’re okay with that. You honestly are. It’s not that you want to monopolise his time, but he’s usually so willing to give it to you without you even asking—so now that it seems like he’s pulling away, it’s all the more pronounced when it happens, and you can’t help but wonder why. You’re trying not to be pushy and you haven’t outright demanded Jimin tell you what he’s so busy with; it must be important if he’s prioritising it over you and keeping it a secret, right?

Right?

You’re not needy or overbearing or clingy, but you are a tad possessive, and you can’t help but feel jealous of whatever it is that’s catching Jimin’s attention so much.

“Uh.” Taehyung’s eyes are wide. “Y/n, uh… your bra is? Kind of? Showing a little bit?”

“I know Tae, but thank you.” You take one last glance at yourself in your wing mirror before straightening up, content with how you look tonight. “I can assure you it’s entirely intentional.”

You usually opt for feminine outfits when you race, but they’re never normally this revealing; it’s borderline scandalous, really. Your bra is visible through the lace mesh of your shirt and your skirt is hiked so high it barely covers your ass, pleats fluttering each time you move. The thing that’s covering you the most is actually your pink leather jacket, but even that’s not enough to hide you from any eyes that are roving over you.

But the real kicker—the part of the outfit that would let anyone with discerning eyes know that you’re aiming for aesthetic over practicality—are your shoes. Your over-the-knee suede boots have a killer heel and they have got to be the worst things to drive with, the heels making it hard to shift your feet when you need to slam them onto the pedals, but you don’t care.

“I still think you should try talking to Jimin instead of doing… this,” Jungkook says, waving an arm at you.

“You just gestured to all of me.” You raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Not that you don’t always look good, of course, but tonight you’ve pulled out all the stops and it shows.

“That’s my point,” Jungkook groans. “If I nearly catch sight of your butt cheeks one more time I’m going to call the police. I’m feeling distinctly harassed.”

“You should be grateful.” You blow him a kiss and Jungkook makes a face.

“I’m going to call 911.”

“We’re not in America, Kookie,” Taehyung says. Jungkook just sighs.

Seokjin’s organised the meet at a car park in Gangnam tonight, and you watch as the lot starts to fill up, tweaked Supras and Skylines and Fairlady Zs whose engines rumble as their drivers descend into the underground level, filling the basement with noise. There are unfamiliar faces you don’t recognise, rich residents of Seoul’s most expensive neighbourhood rolling out to show off their money by way of their beautiful cars.

You know a lot of these people won’t be racing tonight and they’re just here for the novelty of it all. Good for them. You have other things on your mind.

(If Jimin isn’t going to give you time when you want it, then you’re not going to let him take it when he wants it. He hasn’t turned up yet but you know the second he sees you he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you—but tonight you’re not going to let him have you.)

You’re perched on the hood of your flame-red Pontiac as you wait for everyone to finish turning up, pretending to be absorbed in checking your nails as you cross your legs; you don’t have to look up to know that people are staring at you and your shameless behaviour.

They can watch. You’re not doing this for them.

You glance up at the sound of a deep rumble, almost a purr, and your eyes widen at the sight of the next car that rolls into view. It must be the only time you’ve ever been caught off guard by an unfamiliar vehicle and you don’t even have to pretend to be overawed, breathless as you take in the gorgeous sight.

She’s low and sleek and magnificent, stark black cut through with a thick ribbon of blood red that rises over the car's bonnet and roof, matching the crimson wheel trims and strip of colour that trails over the edge of its spoiler. The LED headlights glow white and red, crimson halo rings shimmering through the pristine and unmarked glass. She’s all smooth lines and curved edges, every contour a graceful stroke that builds up into a masterpiece, heavenly and bewitching all at once.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, and for the first time since you started racing, you approach someone’s car before you even know who they are.

The driver is a man you don’t recognise. He’s stepped out of the car and is leaning against it casually, arms crossed and head tilted as he surveys the other motors lined up nearby, running a hand through his dyed brown hair to push it away from his forehead. He’s tall and handsome with his defined cupid’s bow and hooded eyes, and he’d almost look sleepy if he wasn’t watching you so intently, noticing your approach and keeping his eyes on you as you step forwards.

“Oh my god. A Dodge Viper?” You can’t begin to imagine the exportation costs for this thing and how much it must have cost to get the parts to modify it, let alone maintain it. (But Gangnam is an incredibly wealthy area, after all, so you’re not too surprised.)

“You like it?” The Viper’s owner tilts his head at you, a small smirk playing at the edge of his lips. “I can take you for a drive later if you’d like, beautiful.”

“Trust me, if I was sitting in this car, I’d be behind the wheel,” you say. “I bet she drives like a dream. How did you get your hands on an SRT-10 ACR? In Seoul?”

His smirk grows wider. “Brought it with me from Chicago.” He shrugs carelessly, as if it can’t have cost him a small fortune. Like the money means nothing to him. Pocket change. Holy shit. “You wanna take that seat behind the wheel to see if it suits your fancy?”

It does. You run your hands over the leather seats and tilted wheel, pretending to hide a laugh behind your hand as the driver, Johnny, leans into the car to adjust the seat for you; you spread your legs so he can reach between them to pull the bar before he can move the chair, helping you hitch it forwards so you can reach the pedals with your feet, your legs shorter than his. It’s nothing lewd but it’s undeniably flirtatious, even if you’re more focused on drinking down the car’s beautiful interior than pandering to his attention on you.

Johnny holds a hand out to help you step out of the low car and back onto your feet, taking a second to steady yourself on your heels. You’ve been so focused on the Viper that you haven’t been paying attention to the other vehicles that now fill the parking lot, but over Johnny’s shoulder you notice a car that’s as familiar as your own by now—Jimin’s black Skyline.

Your hand is still lingering in Johnny’s as you take the sight in. Jimin looks surprisingly flashy today, jewel embellished bomber jacket catching the eye, Gucci shirt tucked into leather trousers that are cinched tight against his waist by his belt, highlighting his thick thighs and perfect ass. Still pink-haired and always gorgeous. Your beautiful, charming, wonderful boyfriend.

When you make eye contact with him for the first time that night, a hot shiver shoots through you, goosebumps rising over your skin. Jimin’s lips are a firm line and his eyes are dark through the soft touch of faint eyeshadow, and he looks almost impassive, cold; even when you’d first met, back when you’d been nothing more than opponents, he’d never looked like this.

He’s furious.

He doesn’t come over to wish you good luck today and you don’t approach him either. Even if this hadn’t been your aim to begin with, who can blame you? You’ll work with this. Maybe it’s passive aggressive, maybe it’s petty, but if Jimin isn’t going to give you the time of day you can’t be blamed if you’re feeling starved for attention, right?

Johnny might be watching, and others might be staring, but at the end of the day you’re only ever aware of one man—and Jimin knows that.

You’ve been driving your Pontiac for long enough that adding heels to the mix doesn’t throw you off as much as people might expect (besides, you’ve been practicing). Even so, it wouldn’t matter if they did, because you’re not wearing them to help achieve a victory—for the first time ever, you don’t care if you beat Jimin today. Not on the track, anyway. You wanted him wound up and frustrated, desperate to touch you, and it seems like he is.

It shows in his driving. He’s always a sight to behold when he races, swaying his body into the motion of his car as they dance together, every motion practiced and sure. But tonight his actions are sharp and angry. Jimin curls his Skyline into each turn, hard and fast; the Nissan almost seems to float as he pulls the steering wheel and sets the wheels at the perfect angle to achieve his drift, swinging effortlessly around the crescents of safety cones of today’s course.

He beats you.

And yet you’re the one who’s smiling. You step out of your car and take in his frosty expression; your heart pounds in your chest but you pretend to be unaffected, disappearing into the throng of fans who are hollering in excitement for the after party now that all the races have finished.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Hoseok seems unperturbed when you loop your arm through his, staying cheerful as you latch onto him. He’s still one of the few drivers who you actually like and trust to not be lecherous towards you, no matter what you’re wearing. “Wow, you’re a lot taller than normal. Where’s Jimin?”

“Don’t know,” you say. It’s true—he’d disappeared after the race and you have no idea where he’s gone, but you know you’ll find him eventually. Or he’ll find you. You always find each other in the end. “Where are the drinks? Is there anything non-alcoholic?”

Hoseok manages to find some cans of coke, much to your delight. He tilts his own can against yours in a cheers motion as you continue to cling to him, sipping your drink, eyes scanning the crowd for where your boyfriend might have disappeared to.

By the time your can is empty and drained of liquid, Jimin has yet to appear. You frown. It’s not like him to be gone for so long, even if he’s angry right now. You unravel your arm from Hoseok’s and pat his cute cheek as a thank you for letting you hold onto him for so long before you slip away from the after party; you’re uninterested in keeping up the facade of having fun if Jimin isn’t around.

The elevator is deserted when you step into it, pressing the button to take you to the roof, where you’d left your Pontiac after finishing the race earlier. It’s starting to get chilly and your sheer top does nothing to protect you from the nip in the air. You draw your leather jacket closer around you once the elevator doors open, stepping out onto the rooftop and towards your Solstice.

There are no lights up here but you don’t need any. Gangnam never sleeps, lights from billboards and skyscrapers washing over each of the buildings, and the sky is clear tonight too—the moon is shining down, silver and bright. You spot a familiar silhouette, bathed in white light where he sits atop your Pontiac’s hood, leaning back on his palms in the way he always does.

Jimin’s the only person who's allowed to touch your car like that.

You let your jacket fall back open as you approach. Jimin’s eyes flicker over to you, his face remaining hard as he watches. A cold shiver runs down your spine but you hold your ground—you’re not about to bow down immediately in the face of his quiet frustration.

Jimin’s eyes slide over you, taking every inch of you in; each part of your revealing outfit, your flawless makeup, your boots, their unnecessary heel. Even though you know he’s angry right now you can tell he likes what he sees and you can’t help but feel pleased about it.

“Come here, sweet thing,” he says. He spreads his knees apart so you can stand between his legs, because of course you immediately comply with him; he lifts one hand off the car’s bonnet to grasp your chin in his hands, tilting your face down towards him. He doesn’t let go. His grasp is firm. “Any reason why you’re so dolled up today?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips loudly around the p. “No reason at all. Why, do I need a reason to want to look pretty?”

Jimin’s grip tightens and his eyes narrow. Wrong answer. A small puff of air escapes you, knees weak—you’ve never seen Jimin so affected by anything and you feel weirdly powerful at this realisation. There’s something thrilling to know that only you can get under his skin like this.

“Of course not.” Jimin’s voice is deceptively smooth and low, something burning in his gaze. “Just seems to me like my baby wanted everyone’s eyes on her tonight, for one reason or another.”

You stay silent. You don’t want everyone’s eyes on you: you just want his.

Jimin crooks one of his eyebrows at you as you remain quiet. He takes his hand off your chin and lets it fall, dragging it over the lace of your top, through the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before slipping under the hem, splaying his hand over your belly. You can’t help but shiver, body singing under his touch when he draws his nails lightly over your skin. The sight of his hand against you, visible through the netting of your shirt, sets the blood to rising in your veins.

“Oh? Shy all of a sudden, baby?” His eyebrow is still raised as he watches your movements, the way you react to him so easily, always attuned to his touch. “Where was all that shyness earlier, hm? You seemed so bold behind the wheel of that little Viper.”

“I was just having a look,” you say, acting a little pettish. You hadn’t been planning on letting Jimin touch you, but—but you’re so weak for him, and besides, you don’t want him thinking that you’re shying away from his hands because you’d been talking to Johnny earlier.

Jimin rises, pulling his hand from under your shirt as he does. “And everyone was looking at you,” he says. You know he can be possessive and it’s fine, because you are too, and you have no eyes for anyone else but him; normally he likes it when people look at you, because they don’t have a chance and he knows it. “Do you like it when people watch you, sweet thing?”

He punctuates this question with a movement of his hands, one coming to rest at your collarbones, the other sliding between your legs with no warning, running his fingers over the material of your underwear. You jolt in surprise, sucking in a breath.

“You want me to take you right here, hm?” His fingers are rubbing small, tantalisingly light circles over your clit, your panties a maddening barrier between your skin and his. “Bend you over and fuck you on this rooftop where anyone could see?”

Your cunt clenches, entire body going tight at the idea, and Jimin’s eyes darken when he notices. He flips your positions, and your hand fly out to brace yourself against the hood of your car as Jimin shoves the material of your skirt upwards, bunching it around your waist, revealing the scalloped edges of your skimpy lace underwear and the two tiny bows that adorn the centre line of them.

“You want me to call everyone up here? Let them see how well you take my cock?” Jimin continues to run his palms over the flesh of your ass as he speaks. He digs his fingers into your skin and a moan slips out of your lips, the pain shooting through you and dulling into pleasure. “I bet you want them to touch you too, don’t you?”

“No,” you insist. “No, Jimin, only want you—”

“You expect me to believe that you’re not a hungry little cockslut, dressed the way you are tonight, hm?”

You’re blindsided by the arousal that floods through you. You know that Jimin doesn’t think that, not really, but the way he lets the degradation fall from his lips has your toes curling.

“I only want your cock,” you say, trembling. Any rush of power you felt earlier is gone. Jimin is entirely in control now and you both know it. “Wanted you to look at me—dressed pretty for you—”

“Oh, sweet thing,” Jimin hums, sounding indulgent. “You were just feeling needy, was that it?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, need you so much.”

God. You’re so weak and needy right now, and it’s crazy how much power Jimin has over you; you’ve never been so ready and willing to surrender yourself up before, your earlier planning and resolve slipping away almost as soon as Jimin had laid his hands on you. But what you have with Jimin is built on trust, and you trust him enough to be vulnerable in front of him, to let him see how hungry and desperate you are for his touch.

Then again, he’s always hungry for you, too.

He strokes his hands down your ass and thighs before he circles his hand around your throat to pull you up. He puts no pressure behind his fingertips but you feel helpless anyway, breathless as he pulls you flush against him, your back to his chest, head tilted upwards with how his hand is resting around your throat.

Jimin’s voice is pitched low and his breath is warm against your ear as he lets the words curl out of his mouth. “What does my baby need?”

Oh, he does so love to hear you beg. Your eyes flicker towards a sudden flash of light; there’s someone using the elevator, panel lighting up, letting you know they’re on the way to the rooftop.

“Jimin—”

He presses closer to you, trapping you against your car, helpless. “If you don’t tell me what you need you won’t get it,” he says, and you shudder.

“Need you to fuck me,” you gasp out. “Need you to make me cum—need you to fill me up—want you so bad—”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

Jimin steps away just as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal a gaggle of people, fans crowding around a few drivers. The smile on Jimin’s face is wicked as you turn around, and you almost hate how nonchalant he looks while you’re so affected. You have no doubt the flimsy material of your underwear and the high hem of your skirt is doing nothing to hide how slick you are, so you’re grateful that the rooftop is only lit in dim light.

One of the drivers peels off from the group and you realise that it’s Johnny. He approaches you despite how Jimin wraps an arm around your waist, hand sliding under your jacket—you let yourself relax, leaning against Jimin’s familiar body, settling against him in a way you don’t even have to think about any more.

“Nice driving,” Johnny says. He hadn’t actually raced himself, but his Dodge is a powerful and vicious beast, so you’re not surprised he didn’t want to risk damaging her in the tight corners of the car park. She thrives on the open road, not indoors. “Want to put those skills to the test in my Viper?”

“She’s busy.” Jimin pulls you even closer. He has his usual mask on now, distant and aloof. You’re the only one who sees his softness, or his lust. (That’s only for you.)

“Wasn’t talking to you, man.” Johnny doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance, ignoring him despite how Jimin had beaten you earlier—he just stares at you. You can’t help but feel insulted on your boyfriend’s behalf. He’s a fantastic driver and he deserves every bit of attention that Johnny is lavishing on you.

“Thank you, but it’s true, I’m busy,” you say. Jimin’s thumb is slowly brushing up and down your side; just a small, tiny motion, but you’re hyperaware of it. You lift your hand to rest on Jimin’s chest, over the raised, glittering Roman numerals of his shirt. “Enjoy your Viper. She’s beautiful.”

Johnny stands there for a second and then shrugs. “Aight,” he says. “I will. Have a nice night, I guess.”

He wanders off and gets absorbed back into the group of people he’d appeared with. Jimin turns his head and kisses your cheek, and then your ear, dipping his head to mouth at your neck, and you grip the hand that’s resting on your waist.

“Jiminie,” you say. “We need to go.”

He laughs against the skin of your throat. He sounds smug, the desperation obvious in your tone. “Always so needy, sweet thing,” he murmurs. “Haven’t heard the saying all good things come to those who wait?”

Jimin’s making you pay for your earlier boldness and you know it. There’s an ache between your legs, one that needs to be satisfied, but he seems happy to wait, unruffled. You’re so riled up right now and he seems unmoved, even if the iciness around him has melted now.

“I’ve been waiting all night.” You squirm a little, tightening your thighs, trying to offer yourself some relief; Jimin can always turn you on so fast and you can feel a physical throb of arousal in your cunt, lips swollen, begging to just be touched.

He lets out a little sigh, as if he’s being put upon right now. You’re torn between wanting to kiss him or shove him away from your car.

“Fine,” you say, making your tone a petulant one as you turn your nose up. “I guess I’ll just go home and grab my vibrator—”

Jimin tugs you against him, his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. His voice is quiet but undeniable. “No, you won’t. I’m not done with you, sweet thing. You’re always so impatient.” He loosens his hold so he can pull his head away and then he’s smiling at you; there’s something behind that smirk, something in his eyes. “Come on, baby.”

He gives you no chance to question him. You drive beside him in your Solstice, trying to ignore how your skirt is hitched up and you can feel yourself dripping on the leather seat; the rumble and vibrations of your car provide the barest of reliefs, nowhere near what you really want.

You know Jimin’s apartment will be deserted tonight, Yoongi staying with Taehyung, leaving you and Jimin alone, but he still teases you even as you step inside. You try to crowd up against Jimin, get him to touch you— you know that he wants to and he usually gives in once you’re this wound up and aching, but tonight he seems content not to. At one point you try to guide his hand under your shirt again and he grabs your wrist, giving you a look that makes your knees go weak, even if you scowl at him. He hasn’t even kissed you properly yet.

“Be patient,” he says.

There’s a note of warning in his voice. Normally you’d be more willing and pliant, ready to listen, but this entire escapade started because you’re feeling neglected and ignored—this is just the icing on the cake.

“I have been! Come on,” you whine. “Don’t you want your reward for winning tonight?”

Jimin’s mouth is a hard line. “I’m going to claim my prize,” he says. “But it seems like you’re making this about you, aren’t you? Always so greedy, sweet thing. I guess I’ve been too lax with you, haven’t I?”

You pause. He has that look in his eye, one that you’ve started to recognise the more you see it, and you can feel your pussy throbbing when you realise that he’s starting to take complete control of the situation. You’re equals on the track, and equals in this relationship, but recently in the bedroom you’ve been giving up your position at the helm sometimes, letting Jimin control the pace.

Because you trust him.

“Maybe,” you answer, and Jimin smiles. “But you can’t blame me for that.”

“No, that’s true,” Jimin says. “That’s why I’ll only punish you for your earlier shameless behaviour, not your impatience. I’ll give you five.”

He doesn’t need to elaborate on what he means. Five spanks. Barely anything, really. You scoff. “Five? Why even bother at that point?”

Jimin’s eyes darken. “Another five for answering back. That’s ten altogether. You want to keep going, baby?”

Do you? You’re not sure. Jimin’s helped you discover that you enjoy spanking, sure, but do you really want to waste time on more spanks when you could be getting something better?

You’ve clearly been quiet for long enough that Jimin finds it concerning. “What’s your colour, sweet thing?”

A warm flush of affection spreads through your chest, the reminder that no matter what happens, you have your safewords: that even though you feel like Jimin is controlling the direction of the night, you have the power to stop it if you need to. You decide that ten is enough. “Green,” you say. “I’m green, Jimin.”

You watch as he smiles at you, pleased, before he pulls the rings off his right hand, dropping them to the coffee table and ignoring the clatter of metal against glass. Once his hand is free and unadorned he takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, patting his thighs. “Boots off, and then I want you over here, baby.”

You shrug your jacket off and let it fall to the floor before you pull the tie-string at the top of your boots, letting them sag open before you kick them aside. You try to ignore how slick your folds feel and how wet you are as you make your way over to him, draping yourself across his lap; his thighs feel so thick and firm under your stomach, shifting forwards so that your ass is tilted up towards him, settling over his knees. You glance over your shoulder to look at Jimin but he just tuts.

“Eyes forward.”

You bite your lip but obey, facing forwards again as you stretch your arms in front of you, staring at your hands. You can’t see what Jimin is doing but you focus on the sensation of each of his motions. How he pulls your skirt up like he had earlier, how the air of the room is cool on your skin.

You choke in a gasp when he takes the material of your underwear and tugs it up, revealing the bare skin of your ass when he pulls them tight; the pressure against your clit feels so good but it’s still not enough, even when you try to roll your hips forwards into the sensation. He clicks his tongue and then pulls them down instead, letting them settle at your knees, nothing better than a flimsy restraint.

“I want you to count them for me,” Jimin murmurs. He’s rubbing his hands over your skin, your lower back and ass and thighs, getting you ready; he swats your skin lightly a few times to get you prepared, each quick slap a glancing touch that quickly fades. “One to ten. Okay?”

“Okay.” Your voice is shakier than you thought it would be, so wound up and desperate for any sort of relief. Even though the light hits that he’s raining down on your skin fade almost instantly you can feel the coil tightening inside you, the anticipation building up, ready to burst.

The first real smack has you jolting in his lap. The pain quickly fades into pleasure and you clench your hands as the sensation rolls through you. “One,” you count as Jimin rubs his palm over your skin, soothing it.

The next smack is on your other buttock, Jimin’s flat palm leaving a stinging sensation against your skin that tingles outwards and into your core. “T-two.”

You continue to count out each smack. Jimin varies the intensity and speed of them, alternating between caressing your skin or squeezing the flesh of your ass between each one; you can never anticipate how he’s going to move, each slap against your skin a sharp pain that instantly melts into pleasure, sensation dulling and spreading into a tingling sting that settles into you.

By the time you’re ready for the last hit you’re almost sobbing with pleasure, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, trying not to think about how much you’re dripping. Jimin dips his fingers lower, glancing over your sodden folds, and you gasp out loud at the teasing, desperate for more.

“One more.” Jimin’s voice is low. “You’re doing so, so well, baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, and then his hand is coming down against the swell of your ass for the final time. “Ten,” you gasp.

Jimin’s hands are all over you, stroking you, praising you with his words and touch. He turns your head towards him so he can crane forwards and kiss you. It’s an awkward position but you can’t help but lean into the kiss, the first time his lips have touched yours tonight, ample reward after the punishment you’d just taken.

“Did so well,” he praises. “How are you doing, baby?”

His hands are rubbing over your sore flesh. Your skin stings but the ache isn’t bad, although you can’t help but think that you’re not going to want to put any pressure on your ass any time soon. “I’m good,” you say. “So good. Thank you, Jiminie.”

He lets out a tinkling little laugh. “Thanking me for a punishment, sweet thing?”

You feel loose and relaxed, limp in Jimin’s lap, all the endorphins from the spanking running through your veins. “I deserved it,” you sigh.

Your head is turned to one side so you can glance at Jimin, though the angle still prevents you from seeing anything in any sort of detail—so you’re caught completely off guard when he pushes a finger into you, your lower lips parting so easily for him, and you let out a reedy cry when he presses another one in when he realises you can take it.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Jimin breathes, and you writhe as he presses in deeper, his pretty little fingers sinking so easily into your greedy cunt. You can’t spread your legs properly with how your underwear is hooked around your knees and you feel so tight around his fingers, especially when he presses a third one in, the slight burn fading so quickly into pleasure. “Oh, just look at you.”

The slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you is lewd. You’re so, so wet, only growing wetter as he continues to move his hand; he doesn’t touch your clit and when you try to rock against his thighs he uses his other hand to hold you still, splaying his fingers over the heated flesh of your ass.

He knows how hard you find it to cum without any stimulation to your clit and doesn’t touch you where you’re desperate to be touched, focusing on turning you into a quivering, needy mess in his lap. Your skin feels overheated and your nipples are hard in the cups of your bra, almost painful, and you’re so, so hungry for your release.

“Jimin, please,” you sob. “Please, please—”

He pulls all of his fingers out of you all at once. Tears of frustration spring to your eyes and you kick your feet as you clench and unclench your hands, but then Jimin is guiding you off his lap, putting his hands around your waist to move you. His hands are quick and fast as they tug your skirt down your legs, though he’s still careful to ease the waistband over the curve of your hips and ass, avoiding the stinging skin. You feel the lace of your top rip as you both hastily pull it off, but you really don’t give a shit, fumbling for the clasp of your bra as soon as you can; you’re naked and needy in front of a fully-clothed Jimin, who’s looking at you with hooded eyes as he stands.

Normally you take the time to touch him, feel his soft skin under your hands and lips, tease him and work him up with his cock in your mouth, but tonight it seems like he’s too impatient to wait. When you reach out for him he takes hold of your wrists, his grasp gentle but firm, and he guides you into the position he wants— knees on the sofa, hands braced against the backrest, looking over your shoulder so you can drink him in as he gets undressed.

First, that beautiful embellished bomber of his, carelessly cast to one side. Next, the shirt, tugged out of the tight loop of his belt and pulled over his head, revealing his beautiful chest and stomach, the tattoos you’ve grown familiar with still beautiful as ever on his skin. The belt, unbuckled, leather trousers shoved down and kicked aside, and then he pulls his socks off and he’s finally, finally done. He looks so beautiful like this, naked save for the jewellery on his body— the chain around his neck, the bracelets at his wrists, the rings on his left hand, and of course, the simple, silver hoops in his ears.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” you breathe.

Jimin’s expression is clouded with lust but you can see how his eyes go soft at your reverent tone, and he bends forwards to catch your mouth against his again; it’s deep and slow but messy, sloppy with the desperation you have for each other. “You’re gorgeous too,” he murmurs against your lips, and you smile, leaning into him. “My pretty baby.”

One of his hands settles at the curve of your waist, and the other grips his cock, ready to press into you. You’re almost shivering, so, so ready for him, entire body on edge; you choke in a gasp when you feel his cockhead brush against your folds, the slide so wet and easy. You feel how you part for him once he breaches you, your inner walls opening for his familiar hardness, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he bottoms out.

The skin of your ass stings where he’s pressed against it, but it’s just another sensation on top of the pleasure singing through you, settling in your lower belly and between your legs. Jimin wastes no time and starts to snap his hips forwards, one hand at your waist and the other at your shoulder to give him leverage to drive into you, curving your spine as you struggle to hold yourself up— the slap of his skin against yours and the wet sounds of his cock breaching your cunt is almost deafening, but then he leans forward to hook his arm around you, taking his fingers and rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit, fingers still wet from where they’d been sunk into you before.

The noise you make when you finally cum drowns out the other sounds that have been filling the room. You cum so hard your legs shake and you slump forwards, thighs trembling as you fold your weight into your arms, ripples of pleasure skating through you from your dripping cunt, still stuffed full of Jimin’s hot cock.

Jimin slows his thrusts, though he’s still pumping in and out of you, aftershocks trembling through your body from your orgasm. He puts a hand in your hair and tugs, pulling you against him, the skin of your back pressed against his chest. “Is my baby still feeling needy, hm?”

You nod your head, still grinding back against him, chasing the pleasure of his cock shifting inside you and the ache of your stinging skin dragging against his hipbones. “Yes,” you say, breathless. “Yes, need more.”

Jimin laughs, a triumphant little sound. You’re too far gone to even feel embarrassed at how shameless you’re being right now. “I knew it,” he says. “Greedy little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You clench around him, swallowing down a moan. “Only for you, Jiminie.”

“No one else is ever going to be good enough, are they?” He circles his hips and you shudder against him at the feeling, how his cock drags against your inner walls. “No one else knows how to please my baby like I do, do they?”

“No,” you agree. “No, no one else, only you— oh—”

Jimin stays inside you as he turns you around, hands firm around your waist as he sits down and pulls you with him, seating you in his lap. You lean back against him, rolling your hips and arching your spine when he cups your breasts in his hands, kissing down the length of your neck before sucking marks into your skin. Once it seems like he’s satisfied with how clearly he’s marked you as being taken, as being his, he starts to bounce you in his lap, thick thighs cushioning your fall each time you drive your hips back down.

“Can you cum again for me, baby?” His fingers are digging so firmly into your hips now that you wonder if it’ll bruise, but you can’t help but want it, want more reminders that you’re his. Reminders of his touch. “Can you give me one more?”

“Y-yes,” you hiccup, breath driven out of you with one particularly hard rock of Jimin’s hips. “Wanna come with you, Jimin.”

You can tell when Jimin’s close to his release. You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know—you can picture the sweat in his hair, the set of his brows and the curve of his mouth as he moans. You know the cadence of his gasps, how the motions of his hips start to speed and go off rhythm; you know exactly when to let your hand fall between your legs, rubbing at your clit so that you can cum with Jimin, your entire body wound up and ready to tumble off the edge with him. He puts his hand over yours, pressing the pads of your fingers down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves as your fingers grow slick with your wetness, and you’re gone.

You hit your peak with a breathless, wanton cry, throwing your head back against Jimin’s shoulder as your toes curl and you cum again. You’re swept up in the sensation of pleasure washing through your body when you feel how Jimin shudders underneath and inside you, how your cunt is still clenching as his cock twitches, as he empties himself into you. You’ve never cum the same time as someone before. It’s almost like you’re pulling the cum out of him, drawing it deeper inside you with each wave of sensation that ripples through your core, and you slump back against him, your chests heaving as you both ride out your highs; the tremors slowly subside as Jimin strokes his hands over your skin, and you twist your head so you can kiss each other slowly, lazily pressing your lips together as you catch your breaths, pleasure from your orgasms settling into every inch of your bodies.

“My pretty baby,” Jimin says, quiet and sweet against your mouth. You smile and rub your nose against his, pressing a swift kiss to the swell of his cupid’s bow.

“All yours,” you say, leaning into the tight embrace that Jimin wraps you in.

You feel blissful and fucked out, lying on your side on the sofa to save putting pressure on your still sore ass, watching Jimin as he moves around the room. He gathers up your clothes and you see how he pauses when he reaches your boots. It’s like you both remember all at once what lead you to this moment, and you see how Jimin turns his head to you with a question on his lips—he knows you well enough to know that everything you do is thought out and measured and that there would have been a reason that you were dressed so provocatively. You wouldn’t have done it on a whim, just because you felt like it.

“Y/n,” he says, and you look away from him, suddenly embarrassed. Every touch tonight has cemented the fact that Jimin cares about you and gives you time and attention, so now you just feel like some sort of dumb petulant child who was being greedy—you didn’t think you were monopolising Jimin’s time, but you obviously are. “Why—”

“You kept saying you were busy,” you interrupt, though you keep your eyes off him, staring up at the ceiling instead. “I was just—I was just feeling neglected and I wanted you to look at me. I wasn’t trying to get anyone else’s attention, I just wanted you to want to spend time with me, because you’ve been so busy recently and you won’t tell me why,” you finish, your voice quiet. You feel silly even as the final words come out.

“Oh, sweet thing.” Jimin’s voice is warm and gentle. You glance away from the ceiling to see him carefully setting all the clothes and mess to one side, heedless of the tangle of expensive clothing, and he crouches by the sofa to cup your face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, nuzzling into his lovely hands, into the now-familiar sensation of his fingers against your cheeks. “I was just being greedy.”

“No, you weren’t, you’re right.” His hair is mussed and his eyeshadow is smudged, as is yours, the two of you vulnerable with each other in ways you never are with anyone else. His eyes are soft and his face is open as he dips down to kiss your forehead, brushing the loose hair away from your face. “I have been very busy and I’ve been unfair by not telling you why.”

“You don’t have to,” you insist, but he shakes his head.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he says. “Hold on.”

You watch him leave the room and pad down the hallway, past Yoongi’s bedroom and into his own, and you sit up when you see him reappear with a small collection of papers, print-outs that you try to catch a glimpse of before he spreads them on the coffee table for you to see.

“I’ve been going on apartment viewings,” he says. “I was trying to work out which place was best. What’s in our budget, where’s between my work and your garage—I’ve been trying to narrow it down.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. He’s smiling at you in that way of his that you love so much, the one that squeezes his eyes and lets you see his crooked front tooth—the smile that drives home that Jimin is flawlessly flawed, perfect with his imperfections, overwhelming in his beauty.

“Jimin,” you breathe. “You want to move in with me?”

“More than anything,” he says. “I thought it would be nice if you didn’t have to worry about anything because I would have already done all the legwork. I wanted to surprise you.”

Your face crumples. You don’t mean to, but you can feel tears welling in your eyes; Jimin moves instantly, pulling you close to him as you try to swallow down the sudden rush of emotion, overwhelmed. You’re both still naked, your skin pressed against his as he holds you, but there’s no lust behind this touch—it’s all love and affection and you still can’t believe that Park Jimin is yours. You’ve never felt so lucky in all your life.

“You should have told me,” you sniffle. “Apartment viewings suck. I could have helped.”

Jimin laughs, a light giggle that ends up muffled against your scalp when he noses into your hair. “That would have defeated the purpose of the surprise, sweet thing,” he says. He pulls back so he can look at you, and just like when he’d seen you cry before, there’s no judgement on his face—just warm empathy and fondness. “They do suck, though. It’s taken so much longer than I thought. I never meant to make you feel neglected.”

“I was being stupid.” You huff out a breath into his face. “Like—okay, sure, maybe you weren’t spending as much time with me as you normally do, but you weren’t neglecting me. I just got so used to having you whenever I wanted you.”

Jimin smiles. He keeps hold of you, pulled close in his embrace, and you know then that you’re never going to let Park Jimin go. “When we move in, you will,” he says, and you shiver at the promise of future pleasure—not just sex, but closeness, intimacy, a promise to one another that this is going to become more.

But, like, also the sex, too.

God, Jimin is so gorgeous.

You let Jimin thumb your small tears away. You hate crying in front of anyone, hate feeling weak, but Jimin never judges you. He makes you feel safe, like you can be open with him, and you know he’ll never betray your trust. You press a kiss to his Adam’s apple before you peer at the printed sheets on the coffee table, wanting to see the fruits of his labour. “So are these the ones you’ve narrowed it down to?” Your eyes flicker over the pages. “Take me through them.”

You end up curled in his lap, looking through each of his choices together—and hey, if you get distracted by each other halfway through the selection, who can blame you?

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YANDERE GENERAL HEADACANONS || DAY 02

Tags : Tomura Shigaraki x reader , Keigo Takami x reader , headcanons , GN!reader TW YANDERE , tw manipulation , tw stalking , tw monopolising , NFSW

Rating : 16+ , UNDER WILL BE BLOCKED

WC : 0.8k

A/N ; tell me if u need an tw for anything else !! Also ik its villainevember but keigo luviee :((( AND MY ASS REALLY NEEDS TO CATCH UP WITH THE REST OF THE DAYS LMAO I SHOULD’VE STARTED EARLY , + I NEED TO MAKE AN NEW NAVI HNBGVFC Also i got an hq side blog !! It’s @haikyupedia , I’ll post a fic tomorrow or today

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

What type of yandere is he?

Tomura is the monopoly , sadistic and obsessed yandere. He thinks that you only need him and him only. Not because he’s the best but because you guys belong together! So don’t you dare even look at that other guy. You want to finally go out for once? Well too bad.

How did they meet?

Tomura met you after an villain attack , you were an reporter which didn’t necessary like the heroes and was more on the villains side. You had sympathy for them , understood why they did these things and take into consideration that they are just as worthy as love like everyone else. Tomura loved that about you but...instead of directly talking to you he just stalked you the whole time.

(Look he’s a shy boy okay??)

How do they stalk their darling?

When stalking you , he’s purposely obvious of his intention. Wanting you to notice him , whether for a good reason or not he just wants attention from his darling. He doesn’t know your favorite things just yet. He likes personal information he can use to his advantage. Whether it’s to manipulate you or just a fact on top of his head!

What is their kidnapping method?

Kidnapping you would be hard. He’s the top wanted villain and doesn’t have that good of a reputation so it’ll be hard to gain your trust. But what if he doesn’t want your trust? A little force can’t hurt anyone. He’ll send the league to corner you saying your an important person to get information from all might. And...you don’t need to know what else happened…

What is your reaction to being kidnapped?

when you wake up , you’re in Tomura’s room laying on his bed with just a shirt and panties on. His room...is full of photographs of you even when you were in ‘private’. There’s even a shrine dedicated to you and information about you written on the walls that you didn’t even know yourself.

you were aggressive and hostile towards Tomura when he tried to introduce himself. He didn’t know why , he loved you?! Can’t you see that , he knows everything about you unlike anyone else. Why are you so ungrateful? He did this all for you...

How would he treat you for now on?

like I said , Tomura is a sadistic yandere so he would treat you awfully but use ‘it’s out of love’ as an excuse. He would limit your food and water to a small amount , make you bathe in unfiltered water and much more. Not only that , even if he treats you terribly he always wants to know who you’re talking to , where you’re going and basically he wants to know every.Second.Of.Your.Life.

KEIGO TAKAMI

What type of yandere is he?

Keigo is the manipulative and isolating type of yandere. He always thinks that all you need is him. He’s smart , quick , handsome , perfect personality and rich! All the ladies are literally in love with him , wanting to be the one he puts the ring on , who wouldn’t want to be with Hawks?

How did they meet?

Keigo met you when you were applying to be his sidekick. You had great statistics and abilities. Your resume was on point too , not to mention your quirk was very useful to Hawks. Yet he rejected you and hired some nobody , he couldn’t risk you getting hurt! So he made sure every other agency rejected you too. He promised this all for your safety!

How do they stalk their darling?

Reminder that Hawks is fast and smart. He keeps track of everything you do without you noticing anything or are you just a naive little darling? Even if you do suspect him- he’ll laugh in your face for the ‘allegation’. Did you forget who he is? He’s Hawks , the number two hero. Always saving lives and fighting villains. As if he would do such an villainous thing and stalk somebody.

What is their kidnapping method?

When he plans his kidnapping, he would hire an faux villain to go and attack you then save you to gain your trust. He would tell you to follow you...now you’re suspicious of him , but what is the worst he can do? He’s an top pro hero and just saved your life.

What is your reaction to being kidnapped?

You were dead wrong. Everything went black , that’s the only moments you can recall. You are now in a replica of your old bedroom. Everything looks the same , not a thing out of place. It’s amazing but creepy at the same time. You look to see that you have an heavy chain on your leg to keep you from escaping.

When Hawks comes to greet you , you’re surprisingly calm but only because you think he’s here to save you. Oh, you gullible cute lil thing. He’s has already saved you. From all harm out there , no villains , no people to get in the way of your love and no one to take you away from him. He’s all that you need.

How would he treat you for now on?

Keigo would treat you as a royale. He didn’t have much growing up , so he doesn’t want the same for you. A snap of a fingers and it’s already right in front of you. He always has his way. Not only pampering you but act towards you as if you’re an glass doll. Keigo feeds you , bathes you , dresses you and does literally everything for you. He just doesn’t want you to tire yourself out!

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