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papercorgiworld · 4 months

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The Death Eater Drabbles 2:

Cuts and bruised egos

Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

Read part 1: Untie me.

You have to take care of your prisoner, which means spending time together.

Find part 3 here

You had been staring at a wiggenweld potion for over 30 minutes contemplating on whether or not to use it to heal your prisoner. You were short on ingredients, so you normally only used it for really bad injuries. And since your new housemate was still complaining and not crying of pain you really had no right to offer him the healing potion. However, you were really not looking forward to cleaning him up and healing every injury. It demanded that you stay in the same room for longer than 5 minutes and not just that you had to sit close to him. Thankfully he was still tied up.

Urgh, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mattheo Riddle

His legs were dangling on the bedside as he lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, but as soon as he heard you enter he sat up. “Here to give me my bath?” He asks with a smug smile. You sigh but make your way over and sit next to him. Mattheo’s eyes land on the bowl of warm water and the small towel you’re holding. He wants to say something snappy, but at the same time his face and torso are really hurting. So he keeps quiet and watches you dip the tip of the towel in the water. You try to clean off the blood without reopening the cuts or pushing too hard on the bruised skin. When you see him clench his jaw you immediately pull away. “I’m sorry, I’m almost done.” His eyes never meet yours and he simply forces a smile. “It’s nothing.” You stare at him sympathetically, not buying into his tough act. After a few more soft touches his face looks better. “You have a few small cuts, but they will heal on their own.”

You get up and want to head for the door when he urgently gets up as well, startling you. You watch him as he clearly searches for words, but he just clenches his jaw again. “Nothing.” Is all he says and sits back down on the bed. It’s then that you notice him wince in pain. You press your lips together. Why do I feel so bad for him? “Where does it hurt?” You ask and he looks up. Mattheo just shakes his head. “I’m fine.” You roll your eyes and put the bowl of water on the nightstand before sitting down next to Mattheo. “Right you’re so tough you don’t get hurt or don’t feel pain.” You mock him and he’s clearly annoyed with you. But before he can open his mouth your hand is already on his chest and slides down. When you press down on the sensitive spot on his side a painful hiss escapes him. He curses himself for being so vulnerable. “That’s your good mate, Harry’s work.” You’re a bit shaken by the anger in his voice. “Shouldn’t ‘ve picked a fight with him.” He looks at you, but you avoid his gaze and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. “Not like I had a choice.”

You look up and his dead and angry eyes lock with yours. “You must really enjoy this?” Mattheo snaps with venom dripping from his words. “No I don’t, but I bet most girls would pay money to undress you.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seems to be a success as Mattheo’s death glare falls. You’re done with the last button and examine the bruise on his side. “Nothing a simple healing spell can’t fix.” You pull out your wand and make the bruise fade. “Do you take such good care of all your prisoners?” You smile pleased that he’s calmed down. “You’re my only prisoner.” You answer as you get up. “Sounds like marriage to me.” You narrow your eyes at his horrible joke. “How about I get you some clean clothes?” His signature smirk is back on his face as he watches you leave. Oh please, (y/n), don’t be so nice to me, I might never wanna leave.

Theodore Nott

Theo lay on the bed and was resting his eyes, but when he heard the key flick his eyes flung open. “Missed you.” He quips with amusement ringing in his voice. He rolls to his side. You snort and go to sit on the bed. “I’m here to check your injury.” You push him back on his back. “Going to undress me, this is getting interesting.” Your lips form a line as you shake your head. “Don’t get your hopes up, Nott.” You unbutton his shirt and as expected a large cut stretched over his torso. “I won’t be able to heal it at once, but I’ll do my best to ease the pain.” His smirk fades as he watches you gently dip a towel in warm water to slowly clean off the blood. He winces in pain a few times. “I’ll be done soon.” You reassure him. Theo just huffs, an arrogant grin on his face. “I’ve had worse.” You look at him with a disapproving look. “That’s not something to be proud of.” Once the cut is cleaned you use a spell to heal it a bit and to bantage him.

Theo watches you as you clean the slightly bloodied water with one flick of your wand. “Okay, now let me look at that face.” As you reach for his cheek he pulls away. “It’s not that bad.” You sigh and roll your eyes. “Let me at least check. Otherwise you might end up scared.” Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Don’t you women love a man with a scar?” You let out a laugh. “I guess having a scar can be sexy, but trust me your pretty face already has a few small scars and that’s sexy enough for you.” You lean a bit over him and start cleaning his face. It wasn’t that bad, but it’s definitely better with all the blood gone. “You’re really taking good care of me, especially since I’m your enemy.” He suddenly blurs out, instantly regretting it. You look him in the eyes and give him a soft smile. “You decided to be my enemy, but I never chose to be yours.” You carefully push some of his messy hair out of his eyes. He pulls his face away from you. “You made a choice too.” He says bitterly. “Attacking people is a choice, Theo, but protecting the people I love that’s not a choice, that's just my duty.” Theodore just stares holes into your skull. “That’s a hollow argument, things are never that easy.” Your eyes linger over his bandaged torso. “You’re probably right.” You turn your eyes back to his face and force a sweet smile. “Anyways you look a lot better.” Theo nods softly. “Thank you.” His sincerity touches you. “Now, let me look, maybe I can get you some clean clothes.” I never wanted to be your enemy, (y/n), I never chose that.”

Enzo Berkshire

Enzo was sitting on the bed while leaning against the frame. When he sees you enter he jumps to his feet. “Change your mind?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You smile at his playfulness. “No.” You say and you give him a soft shove so he lands on the bed. “Your actions are giving me different signals. Pushing someone on a bed is clear language to me.” A giggle rolls over your lips and Enzo watches you with admiration. “I’m here to check on the cuts and bruises on your face.” You sit down next to him and push a few strands of his hair aside. You frown as you see one particular deep cut above his right eyebrow. “Hermoine is merciless. She slammed my face into a wall twice.” You don’t look at him as you dip a towel into a bowl of warm water. “Maybe you shouldn’t have attacked them in the first place.” You state as you softly swipe the towel against his face. “It was three against one. I thought that if I surprised them I could get away. I swear I wasn’t really trying to kill them.” You pull away for a moment to watch his expression trying to figure out if he was being truthful. You keep quiet not really knowing what to say. If he was indeed outnumbered he was probably scared.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” Enzo speaks up as you start cleaning the gaping cut near his eyebrow. You simply give him a smile. When you suddenly pull out your wand Enzo jumps a bit. “No worries, I’m going to heal you so you aren’t left with any scars.” He lets out a sigh of relief and you tap your wand against his head healing him. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t try to escape.” You say while you put your wand away. Enzo offers you a bright smile. “It’s like I’m in heaven. I’ve got a soft bed and a pretty girl taking care of me. What more can I ask for.” “Maybe some fresh clothes?” Enzo nods and watches you leave in awe. Heaven.

Draco Malfoy

You walk in and Draco huffs in annoyance. He had been pacing around the room in frustration. “Ready for part two of our bad date?” You say referring to his earlier comment in an attempt to lighten the mood. A foul look appears on Draco’s face. “For your own sake let me just check your injury and heal you.” He narrows his eyes at you weighing his options. “Fine. But don’t jab your brute fingers between my ribs again.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “How about you drop the attitude and I won’t jab.” He ignores you and reluctantly takes a seat on the bed. Draco watches you carefully as you work your way down every button. “This is straight up embarrassing.” You raise a questioning eyebrow at Draco. “You, undressing me while I’m tied up.” He explains with a harsh tone. You roll your eyes. “Trust me, Malfoy, undressing ‘you’ wasn’t on my bucket list either.” “You probably prefer Potter then? A bit cheap for you isn’t he?” Your eyes fling up in anger, ignoring his half undone shirt that your fingers are still working on. “No, Harry is just my friend. But he’s not cheap. And honestly, I hate rich kids like you.” Your boiling frustration reaches its peak when the last button of his shirt won’t budge. In anger you accidentally rip his shirt. Draco’s eyes widen and embarrassment washes over you. “Sure, says the girl that literally tore my shirt off.”

If looks could kill you would be burying Draco instead of healing him. When he finally drops his arrogant smirk your death glare falls as well. You inspect the bruises on his side and he watches you in silence, adoring your beautiful features. “A quick healing spell and you should be all better.” You announce before pulling out your wand. “Don’t screw this up.” You simply narrow your eyes at him and cast the spell. “I feel better, you did well, I’m impressed.” Draco says in an attempt to sound grateful. You sigh, but refuse to get into another argument. Draco is disappointed by the fact that you aren’t entertaining him with snappy retorts anymore. He really doesn’t want you to leave so soon already. “This was an expensive shirt and you tore it.” You roll your eyes, but look at his bare upper half. You couldn’t leave him like this. “Alright, I‘ll see if I can find you a new shirt.” He nods and forces out a hesitant ‘thanks’ before you leave the room. Draco lets himself fall onto the bed. (Y/n), you can tear off my shirt anytime.

Blaise Zabini

You hadn’t properly set foot in the guest room and Blaise’s playful voice was already ringing in your ears. “Missed me?” You huff. “Not in the slightest.” He’s not convinced and continues grinning. “I’m here to fix up your face and make sure you don’t have any fractures.” Blaise stands up from the bed and walks towards you towering over you. “Just admit, (y/n), you missed me.” You reach for his face, gently stroking over the marks and bruises. Blaise’s playful smile drops. “Your friends would’ve never caught me if they hadn’t snuck up on me.” You frown, not impressed by his arrogant tone. “Pretty sure they said they stumbled into you by accident, not really the same as sneaking up on someone.” You push against his chest urging him to sit down on the bed. He complies, his eyes never leaving yours. “Harry is just trying to impress you.” A smile creeps up on your face. “Harry is trying to impress me? Sounds more like you’re trying to find excuses for being a sucky wizard.” Blaise immediately pushes himself up from the bed. “Am not!” You snicker at how easily he was offended. “Sit.” You command as you push him down again and pull out your wand.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to think I’m less of a wizard because they beat me in an unfair duell.” Blaise confesses and you stare at him for several seconds before looking down at your feet. “I don’t think less of you because you got caught, I just don’t trust you because you, you know, you joined him.” His lips part but no words come out. You offer him a sympathetic smile and get up heading for the door. “It’s complicated.” Blaise finally says and you turn around to look at him. “Yeah.” You whisper softly, understanding that it probably wasn’t his choice to get involved. As you look him up and down you notice how ragged his clothes are. “You really need some fresh clothes. I’ll be right back.” Much rather have a fresh start with you, but I’ll take the clothes.

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beenbaanbuun · 20 days

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proposal w/ jongho

there’s just something about you tonight that has jongho unable to take his eyes off of you yet he can’t seem to place his finger on what

you’re dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers

it’s not that you don’t have your own clothes to change into, you just claim his are comfier and who is he to stop you when you look so cute

you look like you’re his

the possessive part of his brain that just wants to squirrel you away somewhere where it’s just the two of you forever really likes that fact

he leans forward to take the bowl from your lap, instead placing it on the coffee table so there was no risk of it toppling to the floor

then he grabs onto you, pulling at your body until you’re tucked nicely under his arm

you bring your feet onto the sofa, curling into a compact little ball as you snuggle up tightly into his side

if the world ended right this second, jongho really doesn’t think he’d mind; he’s not sure anything would ever be better than this moment in time

after all, he already has all he ever wants tucked neatly into his arms

“do you want to marry me?” the words slip from his mouth before he can stop them, “i mean not now but— wait, that sounds like i don’t want to…”

he’s silenced by your pretty giggles, twinkling like a wind chime during a storm

it shuts his thoughts up, leaving with only the sound of you trying to stifle your laughter with the back of your hand

it’s beautiful, and all he wants is for the rest of his time on earth to be filled with that

with you

he sighs, relaxing a little before he squeezes you gently with his arms

“you know what, i’m just going to roll with it,” he says, “i was waiting for something more romantic, but this works too.”

you twist your head until you’re facing him, wide eyes staring up into his own

he catches your lips in a kiss, trying his hardest not to smile against them

but how can he not when he’s so happy; he has you in his arms looking all soft and snuggly in his clothes

you’re his, and it just solidifies his thoughts even more; he wants to see you in a wedding dress so incredibly bad that it hurts his chest

he pulls away and looks you deep in your eyes

“well?” his heart stutters just like it always does when he looks at you, “do you want to?”

you shrug, a coy smirk coming to your face

“i don’t know,” you can’t help but smile when you see him give you that familiar look of annoyance, “maybe if you ask me properly, i’ll say yes…”

irritating little brat… his irritating little brat; god, he fucking loves you

“will you marry me?” he deadpans, rolling his eyes as if it takes him all the effort in the world to utter those 4 little words

“i thought you were supposed to get down on one knee to ask me that?” you’re pushing your luck, you know you are

it’s just so fun to see your baby bear get get all riled up and annoyed at you

he just looks so cute with his brows furrowed and an angry little pout on his lips

besides, it’s not like he doesn’t know you’ll make it up to him one way or another

“you want me to get on the floor?” he sighs as he watches you nod your head, that smug look never once leaving your face

god, he regrets all those years he’s spent giving you everything you’ve ever wanted; it’s turned you into a little brat

with a shake of his head, he untucks you from his side and stands up

all he can hear is your pretty laughter and as much as he wants to get annoyed at you for finding so much amusement in pissing him off, he can’t

you just sound too sweet

he searches around briefly for something to use as a ring

he already has one—he normally keeps it in his pocket so when the moment feels right, he’s ready for it

but its in his jeans and they’re already strewn across the floor of his bedroom and he’s certainly not wasting time going to fetch it

desperate times call for desperate measures it seems

he grabs an empty can from the coffee table and yanks the metal tab free

“i know it won’t fit in your fingers but this is purely symbolic,” he says before you can make some sassy remark about it being too small for you to wear, “your real ring is in the bedroom; i’ll give it to you when we go to bed.”

and then he dips down to the floor, his knee thudding against the wood

he holds his hands out, the tiny piece of metal sitting atop his palm

it glints under the light, and for some reason you can’t help but stare at it

something about it makes your chest ache in the most beautifully romantic way and you’re not sure why… it’s not even a ring

but perhaps that’s just it; the knowledge that you don’t need some fancy ring to make this proposal special

no photographer to capture the perfect moment and no huge crowd of people to fawn over you

it’s just you and him, barely dressed in the living room of your apartment

it all feels so… perfect

“will you—”

“yes,” you cut him off with a desperate nod, no longer in the mood to tease him, “jongho, of course i will.”

your hands find his own, fingers dancing across his palms until you’re holding that symbolic piece of metal in your hands

it’s not an expensive ring, but it’s as good as

you hold it like it’s worth the same amount as the moon and the stars all put together, and then you just smile

you’re happy

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feralforfrank · 11 days

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part two-ish? of this.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

cw idk cursing? NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n like, two people asked for more, so ..... voilà.

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once you start dating simon, you gradually ease up on the mean nicknames and glaring. your stares aren't as mean as they were when he spilt that beer all over you, or when he took you to what was the possible worst date of your life just to piss you off (don't worry, he made up later).

he doesn't fully escape your wrath, though. he forgot to pick you up from the grocery store in the middle of january, when you had specifically asked him to keep an eye on his phone and wait for your call. he ended up falling asleep while half-watching a documentary and petting your cat.

you had to walk home, which wasn't that bad, considering you thankfully weren't carrying many bags, but you were still super angry with him. although, most of the anger dissipated when you saw him (barely fitting) dosed off on your tiny couch (how would you ever stay mad, he looked adorable), you did hit him in the head violently to wake him up. then purposely gave him the cold shoulder when he tried helping you organise the groceries, accidentally knocking the milk carton's sharp edges on his exposed bicep.

despite the rare occasions when he frustrates you, you're softer with him now. still have the same fire in your eyes and bitchy tone in your voice, but it's hardly ever directed at him.

soap is usually the target of your never-ending wrath. when he teases his lieutenant about how pussy-whipped he is, he gets a snarky comment back which makes kyle cough to hide his chuckles.

"oi, lass, sometimes i think ye donae like me a'all!"

"that's right, i don't!" you'll reply with such a serious tone, johnny has to pause, mouth hanging open.

you'll blankly stare at him for a few seconds and his gaze will flicker from your face to simon's, who's also staring at him unemotionallly, while his fingers play with the end of your dress. he doesn't speak for a few seconds, trying to figure out if you're really serious or not. kyle does his best not to burst out laughing, hiding his smile by drinking, and price just shakes his head and turns his attention to the tv.

the corner of your lip cracks a smile, and soap visibly relaxes. "ye canae do tha' t'me, bonnie. ye hurt me feelings!" he clutches his chest dramatically.

"then you better stop poking fun at my boyfriend, sergeant. or i'll beat you up."

soap raises his hands in surrender, and you feel said boyfriend, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.

"my lovely savior."

what simon really liked about you, from your very first meeting, was your ability to yell at anyone (if they wronged you in a way) with no fear. just absolute rage.

there have been times men tried hitting on you, and with simon gone from your side for whatever reason, you have to put a stop to their advances alone.

some are understanding when you say you already have a boyfriend, others leave when you glare at them and call them dickheads for disrespecting a woman's choice, but then there are the annoying dumbfucks who just can't, for the life of them, take the hint.

"did your date ditch you?" you roll your eyes at his smug smirk. "i would never leave such a sexy lady alone, by the way."

you've had enough of the guy, for he hasn't stopped bothering you ever since simon stepped out of line to answer a work-related call. he's behind you, leaning in front to talk in your ear. you haven't even bothered turning around.

the place is crowded and you can't see simon from where you're standing. the lady, three people in front of you, is taking ages to order her movie snacks, and you really are starting to regret dragging him to the movies. you could've pirated it or something.

your leg is nervously tapping on the floor, a tight grip over simon's wallet, and pursed lips hiding gritted teeth. you're sure you look like happiness personified.

"you can sit with me and my friends, if you'd like. i'm sure they wouldn't mind a hot piece of arse such as yourself—" smack.

your slap is uncharacteristically loud and resonates in the room. heads turn, and the guy is frozen in his place, hand touching his burning cheek.

"would you shut the fuck up and take a fucking hint already?!" you try to control your voice, but the words come out as a shout. "for the last time, i have a fucking boyfriend. leave. me. alone."

before he can say anything, a familiar scent enters your nostrils. simon's hand wraps loosely around your shoulder. "what's goin' on 'ere?"

"this fucking pig won't leave me alone!" you take a step closer to the guy threateningly, but simon is quick to pull you back.

"i was just trying to make conversation, you bitch!" smack.

it all happens so fast, simon is barely able to grab you before you claw the guy's eyes out. his friends pull him outside as he throws curses at you, but you just give him the middle finger and allow simon to drag you up to the popcorn section.

"i leave you alone for one minute, lovie..." simon whispers to you.

you shrug. "he brought it upon himself. i was nice by not answering, but he called me a hot piece of arse! and i just had it up to here with him! unbelievable!"

"well, you are hot, and you have a nice arse." simon receives an elbow to the ribs.

"fuck off."

"c'mon, pretty girl, before you terrorise the rest of the cinema."

he finds your scrunched eybrows, flushed cheeks, and fiery gaze extremely hot. your height (compared to him) makes you storming out when angry, almost comical. adorable.

um....this got out of hand....idk.....

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smokersbaby · 1 year

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Heyy!! How do you think Law, Croco, & Smoker react to their S/o tying them up and teasing them until they break??

Hi! Thank you so much for the idea, it's my first request so I hope you'll like it :) I read your request a thousand times because since I am Italian I was trying to figure out the exact meaning of what you were asking, I didn't want to disappoint you haha.

I LOVED your request, so I was so excited to write this (also because they are my favourite characters). Needless to say, Smoker's part is my favourite 💕

Characters: Trafalgar Law, Sir Crocodile, Vice-Admiral Smoker

CW: NFSW, bondage, masturbation, oral sex (giving), slightly dom/sub interaction, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1.7k words

Notes: These fanfics leave some room for imagination at the end, since otherwise, they would all become too long, I hope you enjoy them! 💕

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Trafalgar Law

You had to insist a little bit with Law to convince him to do such a thing. "Why do you want to do that Y/N?" he asked you when you proposed to tie him up, he looked so annoyed by this activity you wanted to try on him, but somehow he let you tie him to the chair. Before sitting down you asked to take off his clothes except for boxers and then you bound his hands together behind the chair to keep him still. "Do you want me to freeze?" he said a little bit bothered. You looked at him smiling "Don't you worry about that" you answered, blindfolding him with a scarf. "That wasn't part of the deal!", he seemed almost angry but you knew he would have changed his mind very soon. You didn't answer but laughed at his disappointment. You waited a minute just to see if he was going to complain again. Suddenly, when he was about to speak again, you started rubbing your hand over his boxers, Law let a groan slip out of his mouth, forgetting what he was about to say. In less than a couple of seconds his cock was hard and aching just because of your touch over the fabric. You were teasing him so much, touching him on his soft spot lightly, without bringing him much pleasure. He wanted to touch you so bad but even trying to untie the knot on his wrist he couldn't move. He was fed up, why did you want to play such a foolish game with him? All he wanted was to touch you and feel his skin against yours but this situation was straining his nerves, even though you were enjoying the sight of him tied to the chair, he wasn't comfortable. An idea sparkled in Law's mind: he couldn't move his hands but he could move his fingers. "Shambles," he said all of a sudden. A stuffed animal (which was on your bed before) appeared on the chair. You turned around immediately and saw Law on your bed removing the scarf you put on before from his eyes. "Come here" Law whispered. "That wasn't part of the deal" you replied a little bit annoyed crossing your arms. Law smiled, he seemed relaxed and just wanted to feel you near him. He stood up from the bed, coming towards you. "I want to feel you, to touch you," he said hungrily kissing your lips "I was starving" he continues biting your lower lip and licking it with his tongue. He grabbed your waist and put you on the bed facing him, he wasn't going to let you escape anywhere: his lips were devouring yours and you pulled him closer to feel his hot body all over yours. He started biting your neck letting you moan a little bit. "Now it's my turn to tie you up," he said smiling against your neck and continuing kissing you everywhere. You couldn't ask for better.

Sir Crocodile

This is ordinary for Crocodile, he loves watching you take the lead and put him in such situations, taking away from him any chance to move. You didn't like the smug look he had while you were tying him up to the chair, "Such a good girl, doing all the job for me," he said licking his lips and waiting for your next move. "You seem a little too comfortable with this" you answered standing in front of him and pinching his cheek. You started kissing him right where you just pinched him and followed the scar on his nose, then you went down to kiss him on the lips. He seemed hungry for your touch, biting your lower lips to show you how much he wanted it. But you didn't want to give him all right now, he had to wait, a thing he hated. Reluctantly you took a step back, leaving his mouth hanging open. You walked in circles around his chair like a shark, undressing slowly. His eyes were fixed on you and you could see the bulge in his pants growing quickly. You stood behind him, placing your hands on his eyes. "You have to wait" you whisper in his ear, giving him goosebumps. You placed your lips on his neck, starting to lick up to his ear. A deep moan came from his throat, showing how much you were teasing him. Your hands started to go down under his shirt massaging his muscles and feeling his hotness against the palm of your hand. You continued going down reaching his pants and touching his bulge making him gasp, "Is that what you want?" you asked, and he moaned in agreement. All of a sudden you moved away, letting Crocodile beg for your touch. You couldn't wait any longer too but didn't want to show it. You were in front of him on your knees, taking off his pants and everything that was covering his cock. It bounced out with fierceness, the tip covered in pre-cum. The only thing you wanted at that moment was to give him the best head he has ever had. You were done with your games, immediately taking his large cock in your mouth as deep as possible, making your eyes water. With one hand you were stroking him and licking his tip with your tongue inside your mouth, with the other you were rubbing your clitoris because you also wanted to feel good. Crocodile's head was tilted back lost in pleasure and deep groans were coming from his throat as if he was already near his peak. "F-fuck.." he whispered as he felt you climbing on top of him to let his cock slide inside your wet cunt, probably he didn't expect that because you could feel goosebumps all over his body. "Touch me" you moaned in his ear. Crocodile used his powers to turn his hands to sand and escape the knots, returning to flesh a second after. He grabbed your thighs guiding you, while you were already bouncing on his dripping cock. "You'll drive me crazy with your games" he murmurs against your lips smiling.

Smoker

His cheeks were blushing, you never thought you could see such a big and strong man in a situation like this: he was all naked, sitting on a chair you swear would break under his weight. His hands were tied together behind his back in a tight knot and a scarf was covering his eyes. Having so much power on Smoker was one of your biggest dreams since he was kind of a dominating partner in bed. This time you were the one in charge, knowing he'd have struggled to resist in such a situation. It wasn't hard to convince him since he was excited to try something new, but he didn't expect to be tied up completely naked in front of you. The only thing you wanted to do was to test his capacity to resist temptations. You started to undress yourself trying not to make a sound. "So how long are you going to let me wait Y/N", he had no patience, he wanted everything and he wanted it now. You went near him and lowered his scarf: it was no more covering his eyes, you put it on his mouth to not let him speak. "Is this what you want?" you whispered in his ear, his eyes gazing at you: you were completely naked in front of him. Instead of touching him you turned around and sit on your bed, you started touching yourself with your legs wide open looking directly at him. He hated and loved every second tied up on that chair. Needless to say, his cock started getting harder just by the view Smoker had on you. You were rubbing your clitoris and pumping two of your fingers inside of you so shamelessly, moaning out loud his name as if you were calling him to you. His cock started leaking pre-cum for the excitement you gave him, Smoker was going blind for desire and the only thing he wanted was to have you dripping under him. But so were you, you couldn't resist having him buried deep inside of you. You got up from bed, went in front of him and touched him on his collarbone, leaving kisses and marks going up on his neck. You untied the knot of the scarf to kiss him on the lips, he almost bit you because he craved your kisses since the very beginning of your game. You climbed on him, almost sitting over his dripping cock rubbing it with your wet cunt. "Please…" he said with a low voice, "What?" you couldn't believe your ears. "Please I can't wait any longer" he continued. "Are you begging me?" it was unbelievable for you to see him so addicted to you. "Yes, please I need you, I'm begging you". You slipped his large cock inside your cunt, letting him hit the very bottom of you with his tip in one move. Smoker let go a deep moan from his throat, you did the same as you started to go up and down on his length, knowing you too couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside. You knew you'll untie the knots very soon to let him take care of you in the way he liked the most.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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something about !forced proximity! hits really hard! aaannnnnddd what if they’re not fond of each other toooo…

lots of angst..lots of guilt and then ofc fluff😘

Can't stand being away from you

Pairing: draco x female reader, husband draco x wife reader

Summary: you and draco were always meant to be in each other's space you just didn't know it yet...

Word count: 1'104

Warning: mean draco, annoying draco, fat shaming, forced proximity, chubby reader, plot twist

Universe: harry Potter

A/n: I don't how I feel about this tbh but it's got the key things in the request. Tell me what you think in the comments ♡

Trip's aren't ideal for Hogwarts but they decide to do one and of course you get partnered with draco. A part of you wanted to say there was nothing wrong with him, but there was…

He lived rent free in your mind and not in a good way. That stupid airy laugh he'd do to get his friends to laugh with him, the dumb hairstyles that never stayed the same, and his unnecessary obsession with bullying the trio; I mean you were the muggle born with old clothes you were a perfect target but he didn't bother you! not that you wanted him too or anything…

"Anything but that," Draco whined, pulling his luggage behind him. He stared with fascinati- angry as he looked you over. He could smell the lavender from your hair, see the redness from your chapstick, and worst of all he was near you and your weirdly styled clothes.

"It's only for the night, stop your whining," Snape snapped at him walking towards his room. Draco pushed the door open, eyes widening with a distasteful look on his face.

"This cannot be happening."

You blinked rapidly trying to make your mind process this. One bed, one bathroom, one tv, and well one everything. You inhaled, exhaling as you said

"it's only for one night." Not missing the loud sigh Draco let out. The hours consistented of you unpacking and looking over the map for the hotel, It wasn't long before you decided you wanted to shower but it seemed Draco had the same idea.

"Don't you dare," you warned but Draco smirked, turning towards you.

The two of you locked eyes that soon turned to thin slits then it was on…

you and draco ran for the small doorway, both of you pushing on another till the other fell. You looked like fools grunting and shoving like it was the last shower you'd ever take. He made it inside with a chuckle but as they always say, never turn your back on your enemies…

you came running for his side causing him to let out a squeal as you pushed at his firm waist. He tripped on the door lining falling onto the hotel carpet as he shot you a glare. luckily you made it inside, pushing the door shut as you slid down catching your breath.

"You clearly need it more, you smell like you roll in flower fields!" Draco called, but he wasn't sure why that didn't sound like an insult.

He rolled his eyes, still pissed that a girl had beat him at something.

She didn't beat me, this isn't a competition, I'm clearly stronger!

You emerge from the shower, waffering the room with the smell of your body wash and shampoo. Draco took in your appearance with a slight hum before facing the screen. You hadn't paid any mind to what he was watching, grabbing a book from your bag and taking a seat in a chair nearby. You didn't bother thinking about the sleeping arrangement, it was better not to yet anyway.

The procrastinator in you couldn't be bothered to fight Malfoy about it. You sighed, fixing your legs up on the table, head resting against the wall as you opened your book to the chapter your book mark held when all of a sudden the volume of the TV seemed to be easing its way up. You shut your book looking over at Draco in his PJs.

When did he change?

"Do you need the TV up that loud?" You asked as politely as you could. He shot you a smug smile, pink lips tugging at the sides mischievously.

"Yes, I hope you do understand. I'm hard of hearing. It sounds so quiet." His voice rang with fake panic matching the act on his face.

You hummed. "Funny. I don't remember you struggling to hear at school," you said smirking.

"What was that? I can't hear you, you sound so far away." he looked around like he'd lost a small child.

"But you just responded?" You stated, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry darling will have to continue this conversation when the show quiets down," he pouted.

You opened your mouth before closing it. You hated how he got under your skin and made you feel as though you needed to reply. You only hoped the night passed quickly.

And just like that the sky was dark blue. You yawned, closing your book standing as you walked towards the bed. Draco shot you a dirty look and pulled the blanket up. You stood blinking, waiting for him to move but he didn't, he just Chuckled.

"You don't exactly expect me to lay next to you do you?" He asked, sitting upwards. You look puzzled.

"Where do you think I'll be laying then?" You snapped.

"make a mat on the floor. Besides, you couldn't fit next to me anyway, you're far too big for that."

Ouch.

You sighed taming the unwanted tears trying to leave your eyes. You grabbed your sweater, bunching it into a ball. You gently laid on the floor, the wood like ice against your skin. The heater wasn't even working properly as the night grew darker. You were pretty sure your teeth were chitting loudly as goosebumps from the cold covered your skin.

Your body shivered as you tried to breathe steadily to stop the slight shaking.

You curled tightly cursing the hate that was filling your head. You tried not to cry but everything was against you like you'd lost control. The tears ran down your face like rocks on a hill that you were chasing. It was impossible. The tears dried fast staining your cheeks with the reminder.

You weren't sure if Draco was asleep or awake because it was quiet minus the occasional feet moving through the hall.

He wasn't asleep.

His mind was stuck on what he said to you. He knew it was cruel to say but he couldn't have you think he liked you because truthfully he did. so he had to make every lit insult he could to cover the chance of you realizing it. You were sadly suffering which made him suffer having to hear and cause it. He was being stubborn.

What was the harm in you knowing how he felt?! There really wasn't one, he was just afraid of what it would cause if his father and friends knew he fell for a girl who was not only muggle but also was a person in the shadows, with no popularity, no family business, just a girl with two parents scraping together what they could.

He admired it really, how you grew up with only books as company and barely had a change of clothes. It was refreshing compared to the girls he usually was around. No appreciation, no care or kindness because everything was replaceable for them, money was there and people who would give up family for their places in high class; but then there was you.

Worrying about spills and splashes on your clothes despite the smallness and holes they had, book bags on both shoulders, hair a bit messy because you couldn't afford the products in the stores that fixed it. everything about you was something that stood out and made everyone in a world of riches look poor.

You turned a bit sighing as darkness finally whisked away the nightmare.

When morning came you were in bed. A blonde haired boy snuggled into your chest, an arm around you, hand resting comfortably on the extra of your belly. He sighed dreamily before pressing a kiss to your exposed skin.

"When you're done staring at me will you lay back down completely so I can pull you closer," he groaned and you let out a Chuckle.

"Sorry, I was dreaming about the first time you and I shared a room like this," you muttered, making Draco frown in his sleep. He opened his eyes, blue oceans in your view. "I'm sorry, my love, I never meant it. I was just…"

"I know, I know you say it all the time," you run your fingers in his Bright blonde hair. "So in love you that you tried to hide it" you finished, laying back down.

"I couldn't not share a bed with you. you're so much more comfortable than the bed itself," he whispered and you smiled closing your eyes.

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 9)

A/N: This series needs to SLOW DOWN. I remember being on ep 1😭

Synopsis: It’s the Fourth of July in cousins

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The fourth of July in cousins is a big deal. Susannah always goes full out by decorating the entire house. This year, it’s gonna be different, I can feel it.

John would be coming up for the fourth, and even though it’s with his girlfriend i’m still happy to see him. Things have been tense with me and Laurel this whole summer. I didn’t know if Mr. Fisher was coming.

Here I am attempting to put a sheet on the bed, but it won’t budge. I’ve never been good at these, and after a couple of tries I end up falling onto the bed frustrated.

“Need some help?” I look over and see Conrad leaning on the wall. My face instantly turns red.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure.”

He comes over to me and we’re so close, but I don’t say anything. He has this smug look on his face like “I’m better than you” which made me annoyed but also blush at the same time.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I mean, I wouldn’t say that Conrad and me are like friends again, because you sure has hell don’t look at your friend and think “I wanna kiss you.”

But we’re something.

“See, that’s how you do it.” He says smirking.

“Shut up.” I say while throwing a pillow at his face.

“Hey!” He throws one back and then I just look at him for a second contemplating if I should even ask, “Is your dad coming up for the fourth?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay.” I say silently.

How are you doing with Laurel and John?” He asks and it’s because a long time ago I told him about my relationship with Laurel and John. I cringe at the thought now.

“I guess i’m fine.” I say shrugging.

“Your obviously not.” Conrad argues.

Why does he suddenly care? I wanna be angry at him, but I can’t.

I hear some commotion downstairs and then I hear Johns name being called. It’s the perfect excuse. Conrad is way ahead of me already though.

“Guess it’s time to meet the new girlfriend.” Conrad teases.

“Shut up.” I smirk and then we both make our way downstairs. Jere, Steven and Belly are already waiting by the front door and staring at the window.

“Damn, she’s hot.” Jere says pointing at the figure.

“Ew, Jere stop!” Belly hits him on the back and he whines a little. He’s such a kid.

“That could be like, your new future stepmom.” Conrad says nudging my shoulder. I practically barf at his words trying to imagine that 20 something year old being my step mom.

Once John and the girl who was named Victoria came in, we all said our awkward hi and then made our way outside. The girl was really nice, but the last thing I needed was another change of moms.

The debs ended up coming shortly after and once we were all settled in, I couldn’t help but notice Nicole and Conrad in the pool. I tried not to look but my temptations always got the better of me when Conrad was involved. He was smelling her. Okay?

“So yn, Belly, Shayla? I heard your all debs this year.” John says uplifting the mood.

I smile and nod, “Yeah, i’m excited.”

Laurel sighs, “I just don’t understand why girls wanna be apart of it. It’s clearly just for people who don’t know who they are and think a debb ball can shape their personality.”

Ouch.

Me and Belly stared at Laurel awkwardly and Shayla said she had to use the bathroom. It’s best she got out of there.

“So, me and Belly are just girls who don’t know who they are, what they want, but we want a deb ball to shape our personality?”

Laurels face turns red. “That’s not what I meant yn.”

Belly rolls her eyes, “That’s what it sounded like.” It was actually nice to have Belly on my side. We felt connected again.

“Will you both stop it? Yn, stop enabling bad behavior for your sister. Be an example.”

Laurel was starting to raise her voice, and I could tell something else was on her mind. Maybe it had to do with John bringing his new young girlfriend, but whatever it was, was making her angry.

“I’m not doing—”

“Stop arguing me.” At this point people were starting to stare more than I would have liked.

“Just because yn said something I agree with doesn’t mean she’s “enabling bad behavior.” I can think what I want.” Belly protests.

Laurel laughs, “Sure. I need a drink.” And with that she was gone. I saw Conrad’s eyes linger to mine and he had the last look I wanted to see on his face. Pity.

—

A couple of minutes later, I was bored out of my mind and saw Jeremiah, Conrad, and Belly in the kitchen. I rushed in their to see what they were doing.

“Yn! Come help us!” Jeremiah yelled. I nodded and Jeremiah pulled me by hand into the kitchen. I then sat next to Conrad who was squeezing pomegranate into the blender.

“Adam would be so pissed if he found out we were using this.” I say laughing.

Conrad then turns to me, “He won’t find out, he’s not here.” He sounded a little happier than I thought he should and Jere got kinda annoyed, but me and Belly ignored it. The whole time she was eyeing me and Conrad which made me feel weird.

I added the vodka and Conrad tipped it so it could go even more which made me laugh. “Conrad!”

“You know what my favorite thing was?” Conrad says while blending the drink, “Whenever Laurel would put Adam in her place she would be like “Adam”

“Hey kids!” The weirdest thing just happened. Mr. Fisher walked through the door. Great timing by Conrad. Jeremiah smiled and went to hug Mr. Fisher and me and Belly stood awkwardly occasionally giving each other looks.

Conrad stayed silent. I noticed his hand shaking under the table and I grabbed it, stroking his fingers with my thumb. I knew all about Conrad and Mr. Fishers relationship. It wasn’t pretty.

I knew Conrad didn’t want him here, but why? What could he have done that changed Conrad so drastically?

Susannah and Laurel came inside and Susannah tensed up immediately. It seemed the only person happy to see him was Jere.

“Conrad, can we talk?” Mr. Fisher says but Conrad shakes his head, roughly letting go of my hand. Just like that, his guard was up again.

I felt this urge, this want to be there for him. He didn’t look okay. I knew the look on his face all too well. It only happened once, but when it did, it was scary.

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Last Summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

Mr. Fisher constantly compared the kids. Even though Conrad was the golden child, did that even matter? I knew Conrad wanted to be nothing like him, and I respected him for that. Poor Jeremiah didn’t know any better, though.

They had just had a nasty fight. Susannah, Adam, and Conrad. Conrad had jumped in to defend Susannah, but it only ended bad. Me and Belly were listening from the pool, because they were screaming so loud we didn’t need to go any closer.

10 minutes after the fight I knew I needed to find Conrad. I ran inside despite Belly’s questions and walked upstairs. It wasn’t until I heard pacing footsteps and heavy breathing that I went towards Conrad’s room.

“Conrad?” I ask.

No response.

I walked into his room to see him walking back in fourth, holding a hand to his heart. I shut the door immediately and run over to him.

My hands are on his face, but worry is all I can trace.

“Con, what’s going on?”

“I-I- c-can’t..”

My eyes widen at this sight. I had only seen it in movies, but I knew he was having some sort of attack. Panic Attack.

I pulled Conrad’s hands away from his heart and looked deep into his eyes. “You’re okay. It’s fine. Follow my breathing.”

He shook his head at first but I started to stroke his hair and eventually we fell onto the bed together. His head was buried in my neck and he was still trying to get his breathing back to normal.

“Conrad.” I whisper and he looks up.

His eyes are bloodshot red and my heart was breaking for him. I have never seen him like this before.

“Is this about the fight?” I ask.

“I think..” He says laying his head back down. His grip on me becomes tighter.

“Your okay. Breathe, Conrad.” You continue to stroke his hair and even place a kiss on his head.

“I need you.” Conrad whispered.

My heart felt like breaking into tiny little pieces. But at the end of the day, Conrad was the one who could put me back together.

“I’m right here.”

“Don’t leave me.” He practically begged.

“Conrad. I’m not gonna leave you, okay?” He turned to face me and then he just nodded.

I wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. So bad.

Instead he laid back down and I stroked his face while he hugged my stomach.

Something had changed. We never had acted on this tension that was always here. We knew not to. But things were changing, and I didn’t know how much longer of an act I could put up.

—

Present Day:

The debs and boys all decided to go down to the beach with the margaritas we had made. We were all sat in a circle.

Belly was having a little bit too much fun, and the drinks were getting to her. “We - we should play a drinking game?”

Jere laughed, “Tell that to your boyfriend, look who we found.”

Cam comes around the corner smiling but he’s not alone - he’s with Josh. Oh boy.

I could see Conrad’s insides curl up at the sight of Josh. It made me feel weird, excited, and angry at the same time. I decided to ignore them because I couldn’t deal with him. He acts like he likes me and then completely doesn’t care.

“Josh! Cam!” Me and Belly both signal them to come over to us, and Josh smiles sitting next to me.

“Long time no see.” He says through a smirk.

I giggled and even though Conrad was looking at me, I don’t care. My life isn’t centered around him, and I’ll do anything to prove it.

Belly smiles, “Alright! Let’s get on with that drinking game.”

“Cheers to that!”

And so we did.

Too many margaritas later, I felt fucked. This isn’t the most, but I definitely do feel fucked.

“Okay, okay, what if we play never have I ever with a twist?” Nicole suggests in her half drunk state.

“I’m interested.” Steven adds.

“Basically instead of all putting a finger down, someone asks someone else if they’ve done whatever, and if you’ve done it you drink.” Nicole explains.

“That’s confusing.” Gigi says.

“Sounds fun!” Belly counters.

So we played.

When it was my turn, I looked around to see who I was gonna ask. I looked them dead in the eye until they were looking back at me. Jere smirked.

“Jere, i’ll pick you.”

“Fine, what?”

“Never have you ever, fucked around with two people from the same family?” I closed my mouth with my hands, and I was shocked. Usually I would never ask that, but drunk me was the total opposite of me.

“Easy.” Jere immediately downs the drink and we all start making gagging noises. He really is a man whore.

After a couple more go arounds, it was safe to say everyone was fucked up. Conrad was the only one close to sane which surprised me. He always surprised me.

“Alright, Alright, yn your turn.” Nicole says pointing at me.

“Hit me.” I say.

“Never have you ever..” She sits thinking for a minute until a smirk plastered her face.

“Had sex before?”

Fuck.

All eyes were on me, and either answer was just bad. My eyes dared not to graze Conrad’s, but boy was he staring at me.

“Nah, yn is clean.” Steven says but I don’t move.

“Yn?” Belly asks in a suprised manner. Even Josh was staring at me.

“Uh..” I looked down at my drink, thinking about what my next step should be.

Steven looks at me with wide eyes, “Yn..?”

I sigh, “I would drink.. but..” I slowly put my drink down, “I can’t. Because I haven’t.” A wave of relief fills me when everyone starts laughing and saying i’m such a tease. Conrad isn’t laughing though. He looks like someone just punched him.

“gosh yn!” Shayla jokes.

—

After we left the beach, I stumbled back to the house obliterated. We were sat on a bench and we’re watching the boys play football, (by that I mean me and belly staring at Conrad)

Belly ended up saying some shit about Taylor and Steven hooking up to Shayla which made things weird, so they ended up going somewhere else. I don’t know if they left or not but I couldn’t stop staring, thinking. Conrad.

The way he looked at me when Nicole asked that question. It broke me. But he could do that. Break me, love me, and my heart would still belong to him.

Eventually it was just me and my margaritas watching him, so I got up and made my way back to the house.

My body aches for more of the margaritas. So that’s what I did. I downed a shit tone of them. If Belly had had 7, I had 14.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

So here I was walking around the house laughing to myself. How ironic. I heard the outside shower turn on and in a fit of desperation run over to where the sound is coming from. Low and behold the Conrad fisher is there.

“Hey.” I say.

He half smiles, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, actually.” I reply. I usually would never even dare to think these words, but maybe getting drunk will help me get my emotions out.

I continue, “Everyone left. So drink a margarita.”

“Okay just leave it out there and I’ll get it after.”

It was too late, I wasn’t even listening to him. I was fucking staring at him. His abs. His wet hair which could do many things to me i’m ashamed to admit. He’s so beautiful. Beautiful things are made to be admired.

And Conrad Fisher was beautiful.

“I’ve always liked you with wet hair.”

Conrad then turned around in the shower and his face dropped a little, but remained calm. “What’s so romantic about wet hair?”

I shake my head, “You just don’t get it. You never do.”

He goes to say something but I hold my hand up. “Allow me to demonstrate.” Without another word I run into the shower, the cold striking my cutoffs and crop top.

“What are you doing?!” Conrad yells over the water.

I smile and ruffle with his hair, “This is romantic, Conrad.”

He then grabs my arm and brings it back down, but he doesn’t let go. Not right away. His touch lingers.

Then, my heart dropped. I knew I had to ask him while the time was right.

“Why did you look at me like that earlier?” I ask.

He looks at me shyly, “What do you mean?”

I roll my eyes at his confusion, “When she asked me that question! Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I could see his cheeks turn red and then his gaze is all I can see. He stares into my soul. My body feels like it’s on fire but I don’t mind. As long as I’m burning with him.

He steps closer to me and moves a strand of my hair out my face. “You know why.”

Longing turned into regret. Regret. I should’ve never asked. I already knew the answer.

“Yeah. I do.”

And then I was rushing away.

—

My eyes open to the lights being turned on in the room. My head is cluttered with thoughts. I had no idea where I was.

“How you feeling?” I turn to see John which makes me smile.

“Horrible. I don’t know what came over me.” He smiles and sits next to me on the bed.

“That makes two of you, but at least you weren’t so drunk you knocked over Susannah’s cake stand, along with her too.”

I cringed, imagining that happening in my head.

“Well, at least you didn’t run into the outdoor shower where Conrad was and start playing with his hair.”

My dads face turns red which makes me giggle slightly.

“What happened between you two? You were best friends.”

I shrug. I wish I knew, and a while ago I would’ve known. But it’s a shit show of a summer. Everything I thought was true wasn’t.

“Where’s everyone?” I ask.

“Belly’s sleeping, Jere and Steven are shooting fireworks. Conrad’s.. I don’t really know.”

“What about Susannah and Laurel?”

John sighs, “Big fight. Laurel left.”

I gasped, “What?” All he does is nod.

“She was being really annoying today though.”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that, yn. You know things have been hard and I know she shouldn’t blame you for things you can’t control, though. I’ll talk to her, okay? She loves you.”

I nod and he kisses me on the forehead, “Get some more sleep, ynn”.

I nod and lay back down as the lights shut, the door closing behind me.

I close my eyes and imagine everything I had been hoping for. And when I open my eyes, I think it might be coming true.

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A/N: AHHHH! You guys were like 2-3 chapters away from the major drama I can’t believe it! Yn and Conrad drive me crazy sometimes but we’re okay🫶🏻

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justanotherarmyfangirl · 1 year

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Dark&Wild (5) New Life

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

In this story Yoongi is the villain and you will hate him! Everyone else, well, the question becomes not if there are good guys or who will save you, but how will you save yourself?

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, noncon, mental torment, physical torture, mind break, violence, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist, fingering, anal, car sex, restraints, overstimulation

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“What a nice reunion,” Yoongi says dryly.

You laugh bitterly, swallowing down tears, taking in a shaky breath. Your nails dig into your knees as you decide what to do.

“Jimin…and Namjoon…were they there too?” you ask.

Yoongi sighs, clicking his tongue. “You seem to have already figured that out,” he says, leaning back, knees knocking into yours when he widens his legs. “What? You thought they would come to your rescue? Probably happy their little charity work is finally over. Now I’m fucking stuck with you,” he scoffs. His hand lays over the seat, against your shoulder as he stretches, relaxing...after everything he’s done.

AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S DONE TO YOU?!

You nod silently.

And then throw your hand out, fist hitting what you can only assume is Yoongi’s smug arrogant looking face. You felt the car jarringly move, probably the driver wondering if he should intervene and thinking better of it.

You manage to hit the loan shark a few more satisfying times. If only you could take pleasure in his pain, but you had lost control of yourself, crying out all the unshed tears you had held in all night, in a rage, screaming obscenities at Yoongi at the top of your lungs. You weren’t thinking of the consequences and at that moment you didn’t care what he would do to you, you felt betrayed...by those who you thought were your friends.

Yoongi grabs your wrists, having to throw his full weight forward to stop your assault. He pushes you across the seats, pinning you down.

You cry out louder each time he forces your hands back down, each time he pushes back your strength is lessening and lessening, until you can’t move at all, until you sob, out of breath, whimpering as he too heaves out heavy exhales, his chest pushing against yours, reminding you he was all muscle and so much stronger than you.

“Fuck you! Kill me, because I’ll never work for a fucking bastard like you,” you grit out.

Yoongi laughs.

“Now why would I kill someone so entertaining to me?”

He makes a point to drag your wrists where he pleases, rolling his hips between your legs. He pulls your hands in front of you, pinning your hands between your bodies, like he wants to show you how small he could make you, how much control he has over you.

It just makes you cry harder.

Yoongi’s lip is bleeding, his nose is throbbing from your first hit. It had caught him off guard, he tastes the metallic bitterness of his own blood on his tongue. It pisses him off. But Yoongi is far from angry. You writhe around like a wild animal caught in a trap, even the noises you make sound so desperate, feral, as you sob underneath him. That part of you that is so fiercely trying to resist him sends fire through Yoongi’s veins, hotter than his anger, until he’s cackling with delight.

Fuck, you’re fun. And he’s going to have the best time hurting you back. You gave him every reason to, all for them. Fuck them.

It seems like you really can’t control yourself when it comes to those three, how fucking annoying. Yoongi is itching to make you see that they are not worth all the pain he’s going to put you through. You’re going to hate them, want to have nothing to do with them, after he’s through.

“Oh, you’ve really fucked yourself now. I told you what would happen if you misbehaved-”

You attempt to fight him once again, but you can’t move even a bit out of Yoongi’s grasp now. “It was worth it,” you glower, trying to pull free.

If only you could see Yoongi’s grin, the look in his eyes, you might have been scared. That was the special thing about you, to survive you had to learn how to overcome that small petrified voice in your head that appeared the day you lost your sight. Every step you took held some level of unknowing. You were forced every day to face your fears. Was it a blessing in disguise now? Would it have been harder on you to see the monsters hidden in the dark? Or did it matter, since you couldn’t run away?

Eventually you’ll learn too how to live in this new kind of darkness. Eventually…

NEW LIFE

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”

The driver didn’t look back, only to the rear view mirror where he could see the shoulders and the top of his boss’s head. The car had come to a stop inside Yoongi’s garage.

“Leave us alone.”

You heard the door open and close, the car heating up once the car was turned off and the air conditioner came to a stop. You knew what was coming, if Yoongi’s stiff cock growing harder in the confines of his pants was any indication.

The car dinged and then it became quiet, only your heavy breathes you could hear, seeming to get louder in the confined space.

You knew he was a snake, but you were still unprepared to deal with his particular kind of constriction. You were suffocating under him, fighting against him only served to bring him in closer. You were trapped, like you and Yoongi were tangled in woven threads, the more you tried to pull away from him, the tighter you wound around each other, the higher your slit rose, the wider he hiked up your legs and exposed you to him.

Yoongi was surprisingly quiet. The silence stretched, forced you to think of him, trying to guess his next move.

Yoongi could feel your heartbeat thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings. He found the small shake in your pupils interesting, the very miniscule indicator that your eyes couldn’t focus. Your anger hadn’t lessened, Yoongi had wound you up, and even when you snapped you were still kinetic, energy Yoongi could feel, in the way you breathed, in your tight locked limbs, so much potential…

Yoongi was a power hungry man, and he was hungry to take yours away, savor it for all his own.

“I think I figured out now which one of those idiots you fucked, by the way. When you kissed me I wish you could have seen his face,” he laughs, trying to get under your skin again. “I wonder what reaction he’d have watching me fuck you instead.” His fingers dig into your wrists, bringing them together above your head. His other hand went to his belt while you let out another distressed whimper.

“Too bad. He’s not here. You’re all alone.” He then digs his fingers into your cheek, “Tell me no. C’mon, beg.”

He rips the front of your dress down, exposing the top of your body to him. You scream.

“NO.”

He lets his head drop, his cheek pressing against yours. “Mmm tell me no again.”

He puts his hand in between your legs.

You cry, scrunching your face up in agony. His fingers move, dipping into your entrance. He takes his time, waiting, prodding around your hole with the slightest amount of pressure.

“Beg me to stop. What did you think was going to happen after you hit me in front of one of my men? No, you knew and you still fucking did it.” He swirls his finger around in your growing wetness, stroking out shameful whimpers from you. “I think you want it.”

“…n-no,” you stutter.

No!

You whispered it again, whined out, high pitched and feeble. It made him so hard. Yoongi kisses the corner of your lips and presses two fingers all the way inside you.

Yoongi didn’t need to punch you like you had done to him to hurt you back. His actions didn’t need to leave bruises to provide injury, not when his affection cut you so much worse, sliced you into pieces. The bruises to your ego were not going to heal, even if the ones on your body would. And there were plenty of those once he was done, on your sides, on your thighs, your neck, your back, your wrists, your arms.

“Say no to me again.” His voice drops lower as moves his fingers inside you, stroking the walls of your pussy too tenderly for the monster he was. You bruise your bottom lip with your teeth, holding in your cries.

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You knew he was getting off on it, but even if you knew it, when he spread your legs wider to make room for himself, you cried out pleading for him to stop.

He fucked into you without any pause, like he had sucked up all your anger and was using it to rip into you at full strength.

You quickly learned Yoongi liked it when you cried. So you clamped your mouth shut, clenched your jaw, breathed through your nose, anything to stop yourself from letting out tears, until you really couldn’t take anymore and then Yoongi would be satisfied.

Don’t cry too much or he would keep going on and on and on, each stroke becoming deeper and quicker and rougher, don’t hold it in for too long or he would make it unbearable, twisting your body, not even going after his own pleasure, just making sure each deep thrust chipped away less of you and filled you with more of him.

You were covered in sweat, your sweat, Yoongi’s sweat…

You tried to think of anything else, but the garage’s silence and the car’s close quarters made it impossible. You were prisoner to your agonizing present, Yoongi’s vice grip on your hands and his thick cock piercing into you. The stuffiness of the car felt like an oven, like you were being cooked. He burned you with his filthy words, filled you to the brim with white hot streams of his cum.

He carried you back to his room and then he tore your new dress off you, taking back everything he had given you.

You wonder if this had been what he wanted all along, why he did everything to set you off, just so he could have someone he could devour whole, the way he eagerly forced his tongue into your mouth like he needed to taste every inch of you.

He made sure you knew every inch of him too, every inch of his cock. He fucked into your pussy until you were molded for him.

At least it didn’t hurt anymore, you thought, until he moved to your ass, finding a new way to make you cry out for him, to make you regret putting your hands on him now that his hands were groping every part of you.

Perhaps at one point he thought your punishment had sufficed, his apparent anger had dimmed, he held your compliant weakened body almost tenderly, giving you his cock and responding to your body’s mewls.

This felt more cruel, the way he would hold you down in his bed and eagerly rut into as he watched your traitorous body respond, how he circled your clit and brought you to the brink of orgasm despite your best efforts. You tried to shy away into the pillows and he wouldn’t let you do that either, he made sure you heard his heavy breath, felt the heat of his mouth above yours and smelled him as he held your head still, fingers curling into your mouth so you even had to taste his his sweat and cum mixed with yours. You couldn’t see him, but at this point it didn’t matter, he might as well have crawled into your skin, because Yoongi was everything you felt, your every other senses obliterated by him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you waited for the inevitable. You couldn’t stop him and you couldn’t even stop yourself anymore, Yoongi knew it too.

You should be disgusted, it was still there in the pit of your stomach, but now there was something even worse. The drag of his cock punctuated pleasure inside you that you couldn’t get away from and everything throbbed, your whole body from head to toe.

You clenched your teeth, unable to quiet yourself any longer, soft protected moans escaping as your pussy tightened around Yoongi for the first time.

You could hear the satisfaction in his heavy growls. Yoongi picked up the pace as your body tensed in overstimulation. He wanted to hear you again, whining, begging him to stop.

So you would learn it was never going to stop.

You wake up, mouth dry. You turn on your side, hugging your knees to your body. The floor was cold. You felt dizzy, delirious even, unable to get a good night's rest for, has it been only six days? Well, six days of torture of course would feel like a lifetime to anybody in this situation.

You hear the door unlock, is it morning already? You barely slept…again…

You don’t remember when exhaustion had finally taken you away from Yoongi, but you woke up in an empty room, all alone, every muscle sore, inside and out.

Everything became transactional after that night. A bed was only for Yoongi and you, if you didn’t want to be with him, he said, then here you would stay. If you wanted to eat something, you were going to have to do something to appease his appetite as well.

You haven’t eaten anything in days.

You were stubborn, possibly the most stubborn person Yoongi has ever met, even worse than himself, but eventually the body always wins over the mind, there’s always a breaking point, always.

Exhaustion, hunger, thirst. When it comes down to it, the complexity of human existence can be stripped down to these three. Three simple drives becoming all consuming, all you know, all you feel, all you need to end.

Your anger is gone, you only feel three things now.

You stayed on your side, hugging your knees, listening to footsteps becoming closer.

Yoongi reaches for your hand, depositing a small tiny round pill into your palm. He did this yesterday too, that morning you threw it at him. This morning you held it in your fist, still refusing to swallow it.

“It’s pain medicine. If you take it I will give you water.”

You reach out your arm weakly at his last word. “Water? Food...”

“Take it first.”

You throw it at Yoongi. You catch your body from falling over, immediately wishing you hadn’t done that, you desperately wanted water.

Any other day, Yoongi probably would have thrown the water in your face to spite you, but this game was getting boring and he wanted you ready to leave with him for the weekend, so he played nice. He knew you were on the brink of giving into whatever he wanted anyways.

You hear him move around the room, the small pill put back into your palm.

“Is it really pain medication?”

“No.” He sounds so delightfully smug about telling you the truth.

You start to cry. “What is it?”

“A sedative.”

“Why?”

“So you can rest.”

So he can do things to you without any resistance, you think.

“Give me my bed back,” you mumble. Something soft hits your bare shoulders. You realize it is Yoongi’s jacket. You pull it closer, anything was better than the thin tight underwear you only wore, even if it did smell just like him.

You’re too tired to fight him when he lifts your chin up to get a better look at you. You didn’t realize your head had been down or how heavy your limbs had become. “You don’t have a bed, you don’t have a room. Not anymore,” Yoongi states impassively, in a low tone sounding almost of disappointment, like he wasn’t the one who had taken those things away from you in the first place!

You bite your lip, holding your breath. “Please…just give me food then…”

“In exchange for?”

You exhale defeatedly.

Let him win this time, y/n.

You finally listen to yourself. Slowly, you put the pill in your mouth, letting his jacket drop off your shoulders before swallowing.

Yoongi’s voice is closer. He’s crouching down in front of you. “Look at that…” he says amusedly. You shiver, knowing he’s staring at your exposed skin. “No, I don’t want your body,” he decides.

Now he doesn’t want it?! If you were stronger, thinking straighter, you would have had a million rebuttals to yell at him, but you were too hungry and tired to do anything but sulk, feeling more and more pathetic. “...what…”

“If that’s all you’re willing to give now then I can take you to our Gangnam parlor. How’s that sound? Rich business men looking for a novelty fuck? Fucking the blind whore?” He stands up, his voice retreating away to the door. “You’ll stay there until you pay off Jimin’s debt.”

Your blood runs cold. No no no.

You couldn’t say you knew what Yoongi was capable of, but you knew at least something about him. You couldn’t stand the thought of having new unfamiliar hands touch your most intimate parts. It made the bile in your stomach rise to think of an endless slew of faceless men coming and going…

“No, okay, p-please. What do you want then?!” You bow your head low, falling forward. You didn’t know if it was the pill you took or your own exhaustion that made everything feel so numb. You pat the floor until you find Yoongi’s jacket again, wrapping it around your body.

“Then make yourself actually useful. You know, how many languages? Six?”

“I know more than that,” you mumble.

“Get up, come with me. You don’t have to suffer here, in this purgatory anymore and you don’t have to go live in hell.” He crosses his arms, staring down at your gaunt figure. “Well?!” He barks, impatient. The choice was so obvious, the fact you kept up this little rebellion was so idiotic! Like working for Yoongi was worse than this?!

“Choose now! A life of hell or-”

“-with the devil,” you finish, fingers trembling as you hold his coat tight to you. You outstretch your arm, reaching for him.

Yoongi exhales, “or go with the devil,” the nettled tone in his voice diminishing.

You stand up, managing to walk a few steps before your legs give out and you fall into Yoongi’s arms.

He picks you up easily and takes you out of purgatory.

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“This man’s a fucking idiot. I’m going to take all his fucking money.”

The man looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear Yoongi’s answer.

You keep smiling, “Mr. Min agrees to your terms. We’ll meet again at the first of the month.” This man was taking out a 1.3 million yen loan and expecting to be able to pay Yoongi back almost double in a month’s time. You agreed, he sounded ridiculous, but he was clearly desperate, and you understand how desperation makes people make stupid choices…

Chairs scrape, locks reclick, payment is handed over.

You wait until one of Yoongi’s men bumps your shoulder. Then you feel another man, shoulder to shoulder with you. Jeon Jungkook. You could tell it was him, he was the only one who cleared his throat before standing beside you. He also moved back and forth more than the others, he seemed to hate standing still. You decide to let him be the one to lead you. Yoongi and his men moved like a unit, and you were positioned in the ranks among them.

You listened to the sounds of the street market at night, you could smell the vendors cooking as you walked through Kobe, Japan.

You end up in a small restaurant. The men order sake and grilled seafood, yakitori, and udon. Jungkook sits beside you. “Do you want some sake?”

“Yeah,” you nod. Might as well. Jungkook pours sake into your glass and pours one for himself.

Jungkook doesn’t complain when he helps you, he takes his time instead of being impatient and rough with you. It’s another reason why you prefer to let him lead you over any one of Yoongi’s men.

You were slowly learning the differences between them.

There was the man who smelled like cleaning supplies. He unnerved you. His frame was thin, his arm felt like just bones, and he was so quiet you could barely hear him breathe.

There was a man who breathed through his mouth, he was stocky, always chewing on something. He’s a chauvinist, but it worked in your favor. He doesn’t find you threatening so he isn’t weary around you, he lets slip important details. He finds you weak and who are you to tell him otherwise, plus he always gives you some of his jerky, the snack he’s always eating.

There was one who always seemed to forget you lacked spatial awareness, you were always bumping into things when he led you and he was always complaining. He walked too fast, he was annoying, and sounded like he was just a boy of sixteen, so you couldn’t hate him too much.

You had your favorites. Jungkook was of course at the top, and there was another man who was patient like him, and funny too, you think he called himself Jon, and you have a suspicion he is a foreigner like you.

“Let me know if you want more,” Jungkook says, putting the glass in your hands. He makes sure your fingers are firmly around the tiny cup before letting go. You smile, nodding.

Jungkook was quiet. He never answered your questions unless you asked for help. Any time you were curious and tried to find out something about what you were to be doing or where you were being taken, his mouth stayed annoyingly shut. Despite that, he was still your favorite.

Your fingers skim around the table as you try to find your utensils. “The spoon?”

“Not with the chopsticks. To your right.” That’s why he was your favorite, he didn’t stick the spoon in your hand out of frustration like the others would have. He let you try first, gave you some dignity to this undignified role of yours.

You ordered a rice bowl. Meat with onion and egg, simple and easy to eat and so delicious you could have eaten another bowl. Jungkook grabs two chicken skewers and puts one in your empty bowl, telling you there were good. It made you smile again.

Yoongi sat at the head of the table, watching it all, deciding if he should tell Jungkook to stay away from you from today on, or, perhaps, see how close you two can become…

Someone yells across the restaurant in accented Korean. “Min Yoongi, I told you our food is the best in Kobe!”

“It’s good,” Yoongi says simply, drinking another glass of sake.

The chatter dies down and you feel the room getting more crowded. “You should have told me you were in town, I could have brought in some hostesses for you.”

“Best not to mix business and pleasure.”

“Ahhh you’re such a workaholic. You haven’t changed at all! Another round of sake then?”

“Got any soju?”

“Ayye, we have the best sake available in Japan and you want soju?” he laughs. “You know, I think I still have the bottle you got me.” You listen to fingers snapping. “Big man know you’re in town?”

Yoongi tips his head back and finishes his drink, smiling back. “He knows.”

“So what business are we not mixing with pleasure?”

Yoongi clears his throat. “Just reeling in a few small fish, they think they can swim away with a debt and I can’t find them.”

The man sighs for those poor men, pouring soju for Yoongi and himself. “They knew what they were doing coming to this district. The tides here turn quickly. Did you want our help? Throw out some nets for you?” he jokes.

“They need to be alive to pay their debt,” Yoongi grunts, the man laughs, he sounds so friendly, such a stark contrast to the loan shark, so the implication throws you off guard. You still need to get used to the fact that there are no good men around you anymore.

The yakuza member tries to get Yoongi to divulge more of his dealings, but Yoongi knows better than to show his hand to another player, no matter how friendly. You listen as they talk, Yoongi seems to be only mildly inconvenienced by his presence, they must be good friends, so it catches you off guard when he suddenly speaks in Japanese, “Check and make sure that’s all he’s doing and Kumicho is aware of the situation,” he says to his associate next to him.

“He’s going to check if Min is telling the truth,” you say softly, loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

Yoongi’s old friend hears too.

He looks you over for the first time, studying your blank stare. Someone of his rank did not need to pay special attention to anyone but those he deemed as important as him, counting on his men to keep the rest of you in check, but now that he sees you, he’s surprised he didn’t notice you sooner, a woman amongst a bunch of gangsters. You didn’t look like a whore or one of their girlfriends, and you didn’t act like one either. You were fitted in the same suit as the rest, but you looked too soft to really fit in, too…innocent. It’s an odd sight.

“You understand me?” He notices your blank stare is more than just that as you glare in his general direction. “Ahh a flower in the midst of vines. But you seem to have some thorns on you too,” he says so only you understand. You stay quiet. “As you can’t tell, I’ll explain it to you, I’m not someone you should ignore,” he says in Korean.

“She only answers to me,” Yoongi interjects. You knew his friend had a good enough grasp of Korean to understand, but you still repeat the phrase in Japanese.

“She’s my interpreter. Don’t bother asking her anything, any words she speaks are just an extension of my voice. She really doesn’t have any other thoughts.”

Oh you have a lot of thoughts, and at this moment, they all involve ways to make Yoongi scream in pain.

The yakuza shakes his head, laughing. “You like collecting the odd ones,” he says, eyeing Jungkook. “But you know, I can’t protect you here. If you are dealing to any…bigger fish…we will need a cut,” he says, all his attention back on the loan shark.

Yoongi chuckles, he nods but you can’t see it and you become tense in the silence. “Well, I’m willing to negotiate, but deals like this are above your rank now, Moriuchi.”

This man is a top level gangster in one of the most notorious gangs in Kobe, but he’s a good sport. He spent a lot of his youth in Korea, and Yoongi was always reliable when it counted most. He cracks his knuckles. “Well…then I guess we’ll just have to go see the boss man.”

“Why? How are you going to understand them?”

“Like I said, I know some Japanese and Moriuchi can translate the rest for me.”

“Why?! I thought this is why you brought me here!” you argue. Yoongi had just finished telling you how you were not allowed to come with him tonight.

Yoongi pushes your shoulders down until you sit on the edge of his bed. “Because I said so.”

“W-What are you doing?” You begin to panic when he pushes your body backward onto his soft sheets.

“There’ll be no one here to keep an eye on you this time, little mouse. And I know better than to let you wander. Lift your arms.”

You feel your chest tighten, the weight of his words laying heavy on you. Why can’t you just go with them instead?! You have been more than cooperative. Fuck, you’ve done every stupid thing he’s asked of you. You don’t want to be tied up like a prisoner, reminding you of the actual truth of your situation.

“Please, don’t do this, I’ll be good. Why can’t I go?!” you struggle under him as Yoongi ties you to the bed. He wipes away your tears, quickly removing himself before he lets himself become sidetracked by your soft enticing whimpers. He should have just given you a sedative instead, but Yoongi had no time to waste.

He would have taken you under any normal circumstance, but he expected this particular situation was going to quickly dissolve into chaos. Actually, he hoped for it. And even if he wanted a bloody outcome, this den of lions was not his, you would be eaten alive. It’s too dangerous for you. Yoongi knew how to fight, how to win, his claws knew how to tear others apart. Even if you had adapted to scratch, you were a kitten in comparison. Even if you had your sight, Yoongi would not have allowed you to come.

“We are meeting with the head of the Yakuza...in his home. You want to go there?”

No. “Y-Yes.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at your unconvincing answer. “If you think I am bad, you don’t know the Japanese.” You flinch away as his lips trail over your jaw and neck as he takes his time to smell you one last time. You try to wiggle away from him, angry. He ties your mouth shut, in case you decide to scream for someone to help you. “I’ll be back soon. I expect it won’t take any time at all.”

Goddammit. You scream into your gag, twisting your body around. He couldn’t even turn on the TV so you could listen to something?!

Without any way to tell time, waiting for Yoongi to come back was agony. You half suspected he was dead already, murdered by the Yakuza, and that would have been great news if you weren’t trapped to his bed with no way to free yourself. His death meant inevitably yours too, you thought, annoyed at the irony.

Finally the door unlocks.

“So here you were,” Moriuchi laughs. He grabs your ankle, pulling your restraints taunt. You speak a slew of muffled questions, kicking out with your free leg. “Tied up? Now I’m confused.”

Where was Yoongi, what was going to happen to you now?! Did that idiot bastard really get himself killed?!

You knee the yakuza member hard when he gets closer, scrambling away as best you can. You scream again when he pulls you back down.

“Let her go.” You go limp in surprise. Then you kick him one last time, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to surprise him.

“Did you see that?! She kicked me, what the fuck.”

“Yeah, you deserved it. Did I say you could touch her?”

You hear heavy things being dropped on the floor. Yoongi and his friend moving around quickly. Later you’ll learn those heavy objects were suitcases full of weapons, part of a good deal made for helping finish his friend's coup d’etat. Yoongi liked good deals, and he liked allies even more, and Yoongi’s friend was opportunistic, and also knew when to move with the tides.

Tonight you also learned when Yoongi was in a good mood, he didn’t mind sharing.

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Yandere spirit x reincarnated Gn! Reader

Yandere spirit x reincarnated Gn! reader

Reader ain’t his reincarnated spouse but smth else~

Not so much yandere like more off pissing eachother off but in part 2 it gets yandere.

Yandere spirit- who only remembers the name of the murderer who killed him and his name. “…felix” felix is his name btw if ur brain dead

Yandere spirit- who felt anger burning through his veins despite not having any when he sees your name on the boxes outside of his house! “…the murderer… got reincarnated?!”

Yandere spirit- who is completely flabbergasted wow fancy words! when he sees you! You! The person who murdered him in his past life! “…this fuckin-“

Yandere spirit- who gets a slight feel of a heartbeat in him when he sees you smile but… “no! I cannot! I am just angry at them! I do not feel anything! T-they’re a murderer! I’d never!” With a grumpy face as he denies and rambles to himself. Denial

Yandere spirit- who made a promise to himself that he’d terrify you out of his house that you’d never return! “… they’ll be gone for good and i’ll never see them again!” With a determined expression a small part of him feels sad about it tho…

Yandere spirit- who throws things on the floor out of nowhere just to slowly make you scared. “Hehheheh” with a smug look on his face as you look around.

Yandere spirit- who throws things around and hides your keys or phone charger in random places for you to find “hehehhehe theyre soo cute- no! They’re… so stupid!” With a pout on his face as he watches you look for your missing keys. Hes like a cat ngl

Yandere spirit- who decided to take it up a notch and “purposefully” missed as he threw a water bottle at you and laughed “hahaha!” With a smile on his face.

Yandere spirit- who’s smile faded when you picked up the water bottle and threw it at his face! It went right past him but still “you mf-“ With a smile as he sees you manically scream out at him “HAHAHA FUCK YOU DEMON!” Why does he think thats hot…

Yandere spirit- who flickers the lights as revenge while your showering just to hear you scream in fear. “HAHAHAHA MF-!” With a wide smile on his face.

Totally “doesn’t” peak through the shower curtains

Yandere spirit- who gives you nightmares but stopped when he started hearing your screams as you dreamed “heheheh they’ll leave soon! *reader screams while sleeping* OH WHAT THE FU-“ His dead heart aches when you start crying from the nightmare and pats your head to soothe you hehe

Yandere spirit- who slowly starts to get over how you killed him in your past life and slowly gets along with you by putting your cups in more “reachable” places. “theyre so short its cute- cute? They’re not cute!” With a blush as he rambles to himself while organizing your things Stop smiling when you find your keys like that!

Yandere spirit- who squints and judges the guest you brought into the house. “Why… is the guest so ugly? I’m so much better than them…” while staring intensely with jealousy

Yandere spirit- who loses his shit when the guest was gonna put their hand on yop of yours as you laughed at their stupid joke! “Why are they laughing? The joke was barely even funny!” With a pissed off look on his face. Jealouss~

Yandere spirit- who pulls the guest’s hair when they go to the bathroom and flicker the lights to scare them off. “MOTHER FU!-“ with an evil smile on his face. Hes just jelly

Yandere spirit- who celebrates when the guest finally leaves but feels bad when you pout and look so sad… “why are they sad? …it was the right thing to do! They were annoying! You don’t deserve them!” He rambles to himself while cleaning your dirty dishes at night househusband. He’s jealous

Yandere spirit- who made you snacks for you to eat at night because he can’t help it! Your pout is too pitiful!

Yandere spirit- who orders other spirits to “observe” stalk the guest from earlier! He can’t leave the house “…such a boring life the guest intruder… you don’t need them…” while he pokes your cheek.

Yandere spirit- who hopes that you can feel his arms around your sleeping figure and one day, you’ll finally join them in the afterlife “…i wonder why you’re so… sweet” with a smile as his dead heart thumps.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere aesthetic #yandere headcanons #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x y/n #yanderecore #yandere imagines #ghost #crack fic #absolute menace

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Twins for the Price of One

BFF Kawata Twins

Masterlist

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Happy (extremely belated) Birthday to the Kawata Twins! First time I’m writing for them, hopefully their characterisation are fine! Dedicated to a friend >.> you know who you are

“Kawata Nahoya! I can’t believe you!” You huffed, though as much as you would have like to have hands on your hips to give him a proper chastising, you were too busy threading them both through a mob of cotton candy blue hair sniffling up against your shirt. “A fight? On your birthday?!”

Said boy barely looked bothered, the usual shit-eating grin plastered all over his face doing little to hide to the smugness he was feeling over his win; both the Kawata twins knew it wasn’t anger in your tone. It was worry, as always, about them getting hurt in their little adventures. “They were being annoying, so we had to put them down of course.”

“Did you have to drag Souya in as well though?”

Ah, Nahoya see where this was going. So Angry was going to pretend he didn’t take part in the beatdown, even if both their uniforms were equally rumpled and dirtied; ah the things he do for his younger brother. "He needs to learn how to defend himself without crying,” the orange-haired boy insisted, though his twin was far from agreeing with him, refusing to look at his older brother, occupied with soaking in the affection you were giving him. You simply sighed, opting to wave away the issue - the Toman Fourth Division Captain was notoriously stubborn, and they knew they were already running late on the schedule you had planned to celebrate their birthdays.

Throwing your hands in the air, you gently hustled Souya away from you, only to stand and roughly wipe at the dirt smudges on Nahoya’s face with a handkerchief produced from the depths of your pocket, much to his chagrin. “At least tidy up before you come.”

“I’m clean enough!”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his words in favour of turning to lead the way into the ramen shop, with Angry right on your heels looking much like a kicked puppy. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Lunch was a relatively quick affair, with the three of you eager to get on with the promise of a fun-filled day. It definitely helped that the chef was a grumpy man that both the Kawata twins were weary enough to thread lightly around - even delinquents knew better than to angry the hand that feeds them. Shuffling out back into the sunny afternoon with full stomachs and lively moods, you stretched, satisfied. "All right, where to next?"

"Don't you already have everything planned?" Nahoya teased, and this time Souya nodded along. They knew you never liked leaving home without a plan, and it seemed they were right again as you let out a laugh. They got you again.

"I did have plans to go to the arcade," you admitted, pulling out what looked like three IC cards, handing each of them one. "Topped it up as well, go wild."

Souya glanced between his card and the one you still held. "Can I have that one instead?"

"Already used it. Sorry, Souya."

Nahoya slapped his twin on the shoulder, before jerking a thumb and exclaiming. Everything suddenly made sense. "That's why your school bag's so fat!" If you hadn't been a second quicker in twisting yourself away and out of reach, the Toman Division Captain would have his grubby hands all over your bag. "Show, show! Whatcha win?"

"Your birthday presents okay?" Grumbling, you pulled out the two stuffed bears, one dressed in a duckie raincoat and the other a froggy raincoat, the two furry plush almost instantly being snatched up by the orange-haired boy. “Honestly, you two are more like my brothers than my friends sometimes.”

“Older or younger?” Nahoya hmmed and hawed, trying to decide between the two types. He liked them both pretty much equally, the delinquent mused, deciding to instead let his younger twin pick first. “I vote older. I always protect you at school.”

Souya agreed. "Older. We always fight off the bullies."

You smacked him over the head with yet another freshly won plushie produced from the depths of your bag. “Definitely younger because you sir are nothing but trouble.”

Nahoya sent a wink to his younger brother. But you weren't done yet, turning to smack the blue-haired boy as well. “And Souya, you too, don’t think I forgot you. Following this stupidhead into fights, what are you thinking? No one dares bully me to begin with.”

But turning away, it was hard for the two Kawata brothers to miss the smile that quirked your lips. “But happy Birthday to you boys, I suppose.” No doubt you certainly felt that on older sibling role some days more than others, having to look out for your two best friends and make sure they don't get themselves into too much trouble.

Nahoya grabbed one arm, and Souya the other in one smooth movement before you could react, and you blinked, gaping as the two begin frogmarching you down the street. "Enough moping about! Let's go!" Nahoya declared, his froggy-coated bear tucked firmly under his free arm. "I'll win something even bigger for you!"

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyorev #tokyo rev x you #kawata twins #souya kawata #nahoya kawata #angry kawata #smiley kawata #souya x reader #nahoya x reader #souya #nahoya #tokyorev

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cross-my-heartt · 11 months

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Rewriting Rebels Thrawn (Part one?)

Hello everyone, I was planning to do some comparison posts for Rebels Thrawn and canon book Thrawn (because as it turns out they are very different) but then I got another idea:

What if I took scenes from Rebels and reimagined them to better fit Thrawn's portrayal in the canon trilogy and Ascendancy? This way we not only get to talk about CB Thrawn but also compare him to his Rebels counterpart.

So this is what we'll be doing here!

Also, I want to point out that this post isn't meant to dump on the Rebels version. Both are valid iterations and which one you prefer is up to you. This is merely a fun little exercise for myself and a post for those potentially curious to know more about CB Thrawn.

So without further ado, here's the scene we'll be looking at for this post (minor spoilers ahead):

There are three things here that will need addressing:

One, Thrawn's open display of anger. Two, his demonstration of physical violence. And finally, what motivated them in the first place (ie Slavin referring to the Klaikori as trash and suggesting they get rid of it).

In the show this scene suggests that Thrawn is the calm polite type whose composure is only a veneer. The kind of character who's unpredictable because they're cool and suave on the surface but show their true colors when provoked.

Canon book Thrawn, in contrast, demonstrates a composure that is very much real. He is so composed in fact that it often throws his opponents off balance, especially if they're purposefully trying to get a rise from him.

On the rare occasion he does display anger it's usually through a tensity or rigidness of sort (lips thinning, posture going stiff, his tone turning tense, etc.) and his overall manner becomes more cold and clipped as opposed to aggressive or passionate.

He is also a capable fighter but only resorts to physical violence if it serves a purpose. For instance, the first time he and Eli are in a fight, Eli doesn't even realize Thrawn can hold his own because he's holding back as part of a bigger plan.

In general CB Thrawn is more likely to intimidate opponents by revealing his ability to defeat them, making his weapon of choice verbal intimidation. Add to that a lack of sadistic inclinations and you get a character who's unlikely to resort to violence as long as there are other means of achieving his goals.

Can he be ruthless? Yes. But not in a situation that doesn't call for it. Which brings us to the thing that prompted his outburst:

Slavin's comment is something that's unlikely to elicit such a reaction in book canon Thrawn. Namely because he's more than used to people's attitude towards his art obsession. He's been ridiculed for it in both the Empire and in his home world and he never reacts to it aggressively (the few instances he's open about his feelings on it, he's more resigned than angry).

Thrawn faced similar alienation (pun intended) in the Empire for being an alien and even then Eli seemed to get more upset on his behalf than Thrawn did. Because again, he's used to it.

Now. With all of that said.

How would I rewrite this scene to fit book canon.

For starters, Thrawn keeps his composure, merely telling Slavin that his opinion is the reason why he's not calling the shots in this situation. When Slavin asks him what he means, Thrawn tells him that he's clearly not capable of appreciating the Kalikori's value, implying Slavin's incompetence.

Even better, Thrawn gets confused when his comment angers Slavin - in the books Thrawn is often incapable of distinguishing compliments and insults from factual statements - and he politely apologizes to Slavin, telling him that he didn't mean his words as an insult but was merely stating the facts.

Throughout the whole scene he's neither condescending nor annoyed or smug. He keeps a calm steady tone and leaves Slavin feeling wrong-footed and humiliated.

So the whole thing would look something like this:

"We should just destroy that piece of Twi'lek trash."

"And that is why, captain, you are not the one making the decisions here."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"I am merely saying that you are unequipped to appreciate the value the Kalikori holds for us."

"Unequipped?" [Slavin sputters, indignant] "I would like to point out, sir, that I have been here on Ryloth far longer than you have."

[Thrawn stops and blinks at him]

"My apologies, captain, my comment seems to have offended you. I did not mean to cause any offense. I was merely stating the facts as they are."

[he turns and continues walking as if the topic is closed]

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm conducting an experiment that requires my attendance."

Alright, that concludes this scene! My subpar writing aside, I'm curious to hear what any book fans might think. I won't be going through each and every one of Thrawn's scenes but I hope to cover those that are the most obvious candidates for a rewrite (and oh boy, hopefully none of them will need as much revision as this one).

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn trilogy #thrawn trilogy spoilers #thrawn books #sw rebels #rebels thrawn

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Mutual Pining w AOT Boys

Tags: Headcanons, Eren x Reader, Jean x Reader, Armin x Reader, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Dumbasses in Love, Angry Love Confession, Pre Season 4 (Because I Miss Their Innocent Selves)

Warnings: None

Characters: Eren, Jean, Armin

How Eren, Jean, and Armin would act when they’re crushing on you, and how they react to discovering you like them too.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/12/22] ❞

Eren

I think Eren would be the type of person to brush off his feelings for you at first.

He has a goal of killing all titans, and most of the time he’s just frustrated or angry because he wants to be able to achieve this.

Where would he have the time for love in his life?

Initially, he confused his feelings towards you as irritation. Why were there always butterflies in his stomach when you were near, or why would his palms get sweaty when you’d touch his shoulder?

Eren computed this emotion of ‘romantic attraction’ as hatred.

Hate and love were always two sides of the same coin.

Which, honestly, just makes him more angry, because he can’t control his behavior around you.

He’ll stutter or slip around you, which causes him to blush like the goofy idiot he is. In turn, his flustered expression causes the blush on his cheeks to deepen as he becomes increasingly annoyed about why he can’t be normal around you.

You always found him cool and endearing, despite him (constantly) yelling.

He had his own charm I guess?

After Eren accepted that maybe his feelings towards you weren’t about irritation, he would train to sweat out his feelings.

He honestly wasn’t sure if you were into him, which kind of made his heart ache because he wouldn’t be able to have you.

So, he puts his attention on getting better at combat, ODM gear, or whatever.

Eren has zero clue you like him back.

At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but you noticed that every time he’d leave after talking to you, the tips of his ears would be tinged pink.

He doesn’t pick up on any of your hints, since his mind is usually going a mile a minute during his interactions with you.

So, the way he becomes aware of your feelings is when you have to force the situation to make his feelings come out.

On purpose, you made him agitated.

You two were in the middle of an argument, and accidentally, he let it slip that he does this and that because he likes you.

Ensue silence.

Now Eren is sweating, because he didn’t mean to blurt that out, but it was part of your plan.

His mind couldn’t process the fact that you had just jumped into his arms and pulled him into a searing kiss.

“I like you too.”

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Jean

The minute he saw you, Jean knew you were his dream girl.

He doesn’t shy away from his feelings for you; in fact, he’ll try and be as smug and flirty as possible every chance he gets.

But the thing is, even when you give back the same energy, it’s hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t.

Are you flirting back as a joke? In a playful, best friend way?

Or, is there something deeper hidden behind your words?

Jean really can’t figure it out, and it drives him insane.

And neither can you.

He loves to just observe you in the dining area.

He thinks that you always look so serene and pretty, no matter where you are.

When he has the chance to, he’ll sneak away and draw sketches of you in his mini notepad from what he observed.

You’re kind of like his muse?

His notepad is something he keeps extremely protected; lest someone find it, he’s done for.

He’s written incredibly embarrassing entries about you in it too.

Jean will also go out of his way to do things for you in order for you to notice him.

When Captain Levi puts you on cleaning duty, he’ll always be there to lend an extra hand so you get your chores done faster.

You think that this is extremely sweet of him, and you’ll try to do the same thing for him in return.

You’re both honestly stupid because everyone around you can sense something between you, except for you two.

Jean doesn’t really know how to express his feelings in a genuine way without making a joke or comment about it.

But don’t be offended by this!

He’s just using humor to cover up his vulnerability.

On one specific day, you were walking back to Jean’s dorm after combat training, just talking about what you did.

Jean leaves for a moment to go do something.

Remember how I just said he uses humor to cover up his vulnerability?

Yeah. You learn this the hard way when you find his notepad peeking out of a raised floorboard.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with sketches of you, and entries about how beautiful you are and how badly he wishes he could make you his.

Soon enough you’re bawling.

Jean runs back to see what’s happening, because why are you crying?

Then, he sees the notepad in his hands, and he turns into stone.

You hug him and cry into his shirt about how you really like him too.

All he can do is make a goofy, sarcastic comment about it, but secretly knows his heart is about to explode from joy.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Armin

Armin is easily the one on this list who recognizes his feelings for you first, and takes it the best.

However, he’s really shy and nervous in general, so that get’s doubled when he’s around you.

Although Armin accepts the fact that he has a crush on you and wants to be yours, he’ll try and ignore you when he can.

Of course he’ll be cordial and polite in your interactions, but if he can help it, he’ll slip away somewhere so you don’t see him.

Mans is a bit of an overthinker so he’ll be laying in his dorm room at night, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of everything he could have said or done differently that day.

Armin isn’t confident in himself at all about your feelings towards him.

He’s a smart dude and can pick up social cues very well, but with you, it’s like nothing is there at all?

Where is the telltale tension?

Unfortunately for Armin, you’re very good at hiding your feelings.

Because just like him, you don’t know if he likes you back, and you wouldn’t be able to handle that rejection if he doesn’t.

Coupled with the fact that you’re also a bit of a shy overthinker yourself, it’s hard to flirt with Armin.

The only reason why you two would ever find out that you like each other is because your friends had to force it out of you both.

Kind of like Jean, it seems like everybody but you two can sense there’s something going on.

The only difference is, the both of you have literally told everyone and their mother about your crushes except to each other.

So like... 💀

Eren and Mikasa shoved you guys in a room together and forced you to talk.

You were stubborn at first, but eventually broke the ice.

When Armin finds out you like him back, he is ecstatic!

Don’t be fooled though. He’s still kind of shy and reserved.

You kiss his cheek, and he flushes bright red.

Okay, you flush bright red too.

Maybe reaching first base is gonna have to wait?

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ooh, this looks like a fun game! AU where the Oilers snap Matthew up instead of Puljujavri!

matthew and leon get along really well practically from the start. they're the same kind of annoying, at the heart of it; leon thinks it's funny when matthew pisses off a whole bench, and matthew likes when leon is a smug asshole who just put up 4 points. neither of them are the big guy on the team (how can you be, when it’s connor mcdavid's team) but they’re both hanging out as joint number two. putting up points. causing problems.

but the oilers keep being that little less good than they're supposed to be. they keep falling that little bit - that whole mile - short of expectations. and leon's - it's not to say he's used to it, or resigned to it, but he can work with it. he thinks they can get to a place where they can turn things around.

and he thinks - knows - matthew's gonna be a part of that. sure, the bridge deal isn't as good as an eight year guarantee, but he figures contract negotiations will go fine. matthew's gonna stick around.

more to the point, he wants matthew to stick around. matthew's his friend, matthew gets what it is to be one of connor mcdavid's oilers. he makes the team better. he makes leon's life better, he doesn't want to give up ragging matthew about his shitty taste in tv or competing at golf or hanging out after practice, watching matthew play with his dog. he likes it all. they could do it for another eight, ten years.

and then instead of signing with edmonton in the summer, matthew goes to florida.

leon's had this happen before. friends leaving. but he didn't - this one feels personal, and painful. especially because matthew never let it slip, never even hinted at what he was thinking. it stings, and leon reacts the way he always seems to, which is to get mad, to lash out.

that first game in november he's furious, and upset. seeing matthew on the other side of the ice in the wrong colors, being on the receiving end of his stare or his chirps or his slashes - it just pisses him off more.

and then after, they all have to go out, because of course they do, matthew has to show them his favorite bars, and the win should make leon okay with it all but he isn’t, he's still frustrated and angry without any reason for it, nursing his beer and barely conversing, when matthew comes by and nudges him. asks how he's been, needling and yet sincere. they make stilted conversation, and leon wouldn't be mad if matthew bailed. he knows he's being dickish even if he can't stop.

matthew says, rolling his eyes, i miss you too, asshole. and leon looks at him, and it’s like a camera clicking into focus, matthew's grin and his creased eyes and the warmth of his arm against leon's and fuck, fuck --

of course leon figures out he wants matthew after he's left

#ask meme

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theanimewriter · 2 years

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The Academic Rivals

pairing: gn!reader x Kyoya Ootori

genre:Fluff

Warning: None!

Summary: Anyone that goes to ouran high school can tell that you and Kyoya hate eachother deeply.Whatever it is, you two always make a competition out of everything to see who is better than the other.

Ever since you and Kyoya met one another,the both of you fought in any and everything that involves; smarts,math,science,and even charming other people.You both always try to one up another and hates when you get defeated by one another.

It’s strange to other people.They didn’t have a clue when this started to happen,nevertheless they couldn’t stop it.The way you can always get higher scores at school than Kyoya.You don’t like how Kyoya can make people like him (two face b**ch) or how can has a very successful family.

A lot of people know how much you and Kyoya aren’t fond of each-other, but it truly only affects the host club.Kyoya would never openly show how much he hates you, especially in front of the guest.People do know that you two don’t get along, but don’t see you to bicker or hear the rude things you say.

That where the host club comes in.They know all of this because you two do it all the time,especially in the “abandoned” music room.

For Example; “My Y/N, is it just me or are you becoming more dumb as the days go by? I kept record of your last test and it seems that you get a bit lower than usual.” Kyoya always seems to bring up certain things at the most “random” times if he want to really make you mad.

“Well maybe it’s because I felt sorry for you.I thought if I would hold back a little you could caught up to me… quite kind of me,no?!” You spat back.

When the two of you fight with each other like this, it’s like the air get thicker-almost unbreathable-and the way you two angry smile at each is terrifying to the other host. (Mostly to Tamaki,Kaoru,and Hitachiin.)

When you and Kyoya fight in front of students (that are not part of the host club) it tends to be more subtle, but obvious to others that know you two.(Hairuhi makes a sarcastic face to the views most of the time.)

You tend to hate Kyoya because he take things to far sometimes.He always threaten you by revealing you secrets or hurtful past-if you have one- he is truly a monster.(Little do you know Kyoya just says that, but will never actually hurt you in anyway.)

Kyoya does not like you, because you are always so annoying to him.He hates how you can be on the same level his on or even above that!! He envy how good you are and he always wants to be the best,if not the greatest -and he not going to let you take that away from him.

If your in the host club than get ready. Kaoru and Hitachiin would tease the both of you being in love but denying it.They would both say at the same time, “Look,it’s a tragic love-trope!!!!!” This sometimes doesn’t go great for the both of them, if Kyoya is in a bad mood.

Kyoya does hate you, but if he sees someone trying to flirt with you or trying to hook-up he can’t help, but feel a bit bad in a way that they would dare to do that.

Tamaki-on the other hand-thinks you two would make amazing friends with each, if you try to talk things over and spend some family bonding time.

There are many time that the king would try to make you two spend some time together instead of fighting over petty things. Normally, this would end with both you and Kyoya mad or annoyed with Tamaki for trying to make you two like each other.

It’s very hard for the both of you to get along, but it’s amusing to watch to some people.The guests of the host club love to watch you two fight with each other.They also get all happy and excited to see you both even stand next to one other.(They ship you both very hard.)

Anyone can feel the tension in the air when you both interact with one another.Thought it’s scary to some people, but to the guest members of the host club find your dynamic very amusing and lovely!!

People see Kyoya as the smug know-it-all bastard and you as a hot-tempered red head. A perfect couple to be!!! Yet despite how you two fight and say how much you hate eachother you both would truly get along well, if you only stop and see how much of a great duo you two can make.

#academic rivals #headcanon #anime boy #anime #x reader #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #kyoya ootori x reader #host club kyoya #ouran kyoya #kyoya senpai #ohshc kyoya #kyoya x reader #ohshc anime #ouran headcanons #ouran x reader #ouran high school host club #rivals

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IF SEKIDO AND KARAKU GOT STUCK IN A TRAFFIC JAM :D

Karaku was listening to loud music in the car, his eyes filled with such pleasure as he enjoyed every second of the song. His long hair waving slightly in the wind. He was chewing on one of his Pocky as he waited patiently.

"Couldn't these idiot drivers go faster?!"

Sekido was clearly getting agitated at the traffic jam as the more time goes on.

"Uuugh! I have got better things to do right now!"

Karaku chuckled while glancing at Sekido. His eyes darted at Sekido as he smirked and teased him

"Oh? Oh? And are you getting a bit antsy? Are you in a bit of a rush to get home or something? Hmm~"

"Ugh! Would you shut up?! You have no idea, how frustrated I am already as it is!"

Sekido, the angry demon looks back at Karaku with a death glare. He doesn't seem to have any time to deal with Karaku right now, and wants him to leave him alone.

Karaku chuckled. His smile was so smug and full of amusement as he took notice of Sekido's annoyed expression. Karaku's lips were curled as he tilted his Uchiwa fan to his face. He was enjoying Sekido's anger. The green demon was definitely being a pest to Sekido's annoyance

"Hm, you're so cute when you're mad at me~"

Sekido's blood boils with anger as he clenched his hands on the steering wheel tightly. The grip is hard for him to even let go at that moment if possible.

"I am not being cute at you, you moron!"

Sekido was so enraged by this point that his eye began to twitch.

"Shut up already!"

Karaku was shocked by the horn as he hid his smug smile. He was slightly annoyed but found it amusing. Karaku took out his Pocky from his mouth and looked at Sekido as he smirked. He waved his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa at Sekido again

"Oh I'm so sorry. Did I anger you a bit more now?~"

He teased, giggling slightly in his seat.

Sekido looked back at the driver and began to shout at them with an irritated tone.

"Can you go any bloody faster?!"

Sekido, was clearly letting his anger get to him.

"For goodness sakes! I do not have the bloody patience to wait like this!"

Sekido, began to shout. He was clearly having trouble controlling his emotions while stuck in the traffic jam.

Karaku chuckled loudly as he watched Sekido scream at the driver with such rage

"Aww~ Is Sekido having a hissy fit now? How cute~"

Karaku, the demon of pleasure laughed hysterically. He enjoyed the show and began to tease Sekido once again

"Aww, you seem a little upset. Should I give you a big hug.. A big and warm hug to cheer you up?~"

"Agh! That's it!"

Sekido, the demon of anger had finally had enough. He was clearly reaching a boiling point to the point where he wanted to rip his hair off with such irritation. He began to shout at Karaku with such an angry tone.

"Stop calling me cute, alright?!"

Sekido, began to pound his fist onto the steering wheel with such fury.

Karaku was caught off guard by Sekido's loud yelling

"Oh? Did I strike a nerve?~"

Karaku laughed in amusement. In fact, Karaku enjoyed making Sekido furious. The green demon teased him and waved his Uchiwa at Sekido before continuing on

"Aww~ Can't stand a little bit of teasing?~"

Sekido had had enough of Karaku's constant teasing and bullying. With a red, angered face, Sekido grabbed Karaku's Uchiwa fan and snapped it in two. He didn't care about the consequences he is going to face after his actions, he was just so fed up with everything.

"There. Can you be quiet now?!"

Sekido, screamed whilst grabbing the broken parts of the Uchiwa fan.

Karaku's face was caught off guard as he looked at his fan broken in half. His eyes widen in shock and his whole demeanor changed to one of sadness and fear as he stared at Sekido. His head began to slowly nod while he gave a quiet sigh

"O-Okay.. I- I'm sorry.. I won't tease you anymore.." He said in a very quiet and soft voice. Karaku's eyes glanced at the broken remains of his fan lying on the car's seat. The demon of pleasure remained quiet for the moment

"Come on! Can you guys be any more faster?!"

Sekido, was clearly losing it as he began to pound the steering wheel with such force again. The demon of anger just couldn't control his emotions at all during the traffic jam.

"I am so bloody pissed of at this moment! Can't you people just move along and get out of the bloody road already!"

Sekido, was very close to breaking the steering wheel altogether if he kept going on like this.

Karaku stayed quiet during the whole thing. He was watching Sekido with such fear and regret as he thought about his actions. Karaku was very sad and upset at the demon of anger's temper. His eyes darted back at his broken fan on the seat as tears began to fill up in his emerald eyes

"Sekido.."

He said softly with a quiet whimper.

Sekido, heard someone calling his name but he didn't bother to acknowledge Karaku at the moment. He was too focused on the traffic jam and the drivers to really pay attention to what Karaku, the demon of pleasure was saying to him. But he heard it again.

"Sekido..."

Sekido, slowly turned back to look at him.

Karaku glanced back at Sekido as tears began to fall down his cheeks. His whole body was trembling but he tried to keep his calm composure

"Please.. I'm so sorry.. I- I will never tease you ever again.." The green demon, covered his face with his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan and began to sob quietly..

The demon of anger softened up a bit once he noticed how much he hurt Karaku's feelings. But when he saw the demon of pleasure sobbing, it immediately broke his heart. Seeing how devastated Karaku was because of him, it made him feel guilty. He then approached Karaku with a comforting gesture.

"Hey, hey.. You know what? I forgive you, alright?"

Sekido, hugged Karaku tightly.

"You don't have to cry anymore, you know that right?"

"..."

Tears were streaming down Karaku's face as his eyes darted around in shame and fear. Karaku's cheeks was pinkish red as he covered his face in embarrassment. Karaku's whole body was trembling like crazy as he was crying and shaking. Sekido's warm hug had made him feel better about the situation..

"T-Thanks.. I- I... I'm truly sorry.. I should really learn my boundaries.." He said softly and wiped off his tears. His eyes began to glow softly with a hint of green once again..

"Oh for goodness sake! I swear, these drivers are doing this on purpose to annoy me more!"

Sekido got agitated again as the drivers behind him began to honk their horns as they shouted in frustration.

"Why is it always me?! What did I ever do to deserve this?! This is the last straw!"

Sekido, then pounded the steering wheel and screamed into the air

Soon Sekido, was surprised to see Karaku suddenly coming up behind him to give him a massage on his shoulders. He was too shocked to even think about what to do next. He calmed down quickly once he felt Karaku's massage on his shoulders. His face went from red to pink as he felt Karaku's calming comfort.

"Ah.. What are you... doing?"

Sekido, asked him with a confused expression on his face.

Karaku kept massaging Sekido's shoulders as he saw Sekido getting calm and less agitated

"Just.. Relaxing you a bit."

Karaku, smiled at Sekido while continuing to massage his shoulders gently

"You seem so tense right now. You should try and relax a bit. I hear you've been feeling stressed and angry right now. Isn't my massage making you feel better~?"

Sekido, felt his body slowly relax. The tension and annoyance he felt in his body was slowly going away as Karaku continued to massage his shoulders.

"Ah... I feel better. Thank you, Karaku..."

Sekido felt himself calming down, and it was making him feel all warm and fuzzy now that Karaku's massage had done its job well.

"You're like a walking meditation to my soul..."

Karaku chuckled softly while continuing to massage Sekido's shoulders gently as he enjoyed the sight of seeing him feel better

"I'm happy to help, my brother. I was worried you were going to go insane back there during the traffic jam. But I'm glad you feel better now~"

Karaku, smiled warmly at Sekido. His whole demeanor changed drastically. His face was no longer sad and terrified..

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Sekido, was completely caught off guard by this sudden crash. He immediately looked back to see the person who rammed into his car and his body was covered in rage as he yelled to the driver.

"Do you have no bloody patience?! Cant you be careful?! You bastard!"

He shouted angrily, as he pounded his car's horn as hard as he could. He did not want to lose his temper at that instant but it was very hard after the driver had done such a thing to him.

"Sekido! Calm down! Don't let your anger consume you!"

Karaku, shouted at Sekido and grabbed his arm. His whole body began to tremble as he tried his best to calm Sekido down.

"You don't want to get yourself into a fight with that other driver now do you?~"

Karaku's body was quavering in fear as Sekido continued to yell at the driver behind him.

"Oh don't tell me to calm down, alright?!"

Sekido was still agitated by what had happened. His expression remained annoyed and he was too furious to care about anything. But when he saw how terrified and scared Karaku was, it made him take a few deep breaths before calming down slightly.

"Fine... Fine.. I'll calm down a bit. Just... let me be angry a bit more..."

Sekido was getting over the situation slowly.

"That's okay. Just let it all out.. Just don't hurt anyone okay?~"

*Karaku continued to massage Sekido lightly to calm him down. He was afraid of Sekido's fury but he's been trying his best to stay calm himself. He smiled at Sekido calmly before saying, "You have such a scary temper!~ You should really learn to manage your anger one day!~ But I understand~ Anger is a powerful fuel and a strong weapon to have~ I find it cute~"

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Hii again, Anya!!!

I just can't tell how your writings are so amazing and always cheer me up!!

So.. I'll request for the third time!

Can I have a fic (or hc if it's too hard) for Samatoki when his fem!s/o works on the police and wants to catch Samatoki and the rest of the yakuza members.

But instead, they fell in love and started to date, how their relationship would be?

I REALLY LOVE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS AND I THINK THAT'S SO COOL TO WRITE!!

Samatoki with policewoman! s/o

Ahh hii hiii! Ahh I just recently found out you're also a writer and I LOVE your aesthetic so much!!!?? :0 Also.. I really wanted to do a fic yet ended up with hc, and I hope it's okay!! Enjoy!! <3

femreader, teasing, mention of fights, hurt/comfort, some angst??;;

-If you're working in the police then I'm sure you'll meet with Jyuto at least a few times. And he's probably the one who would give you more information about Samatoki.

-Cause reports that he brings to superiors do not contain even half of all things that actually happened. Then why does he decide to tell you more? Well, maybe because your passion in work reminds him of his youth, hopefully ages too. And also he just wants to annoy his teammate a little.

-Jyuto has this sixth sense that there would be something interesting. But neither he nor Samatoki thought how it actually would end up.

-As it seems you decided to hit this case hard, actually using all the info you have now, making new assumptions and even tailing Yakuza members to find more things. For you, it was almost a sacred mission, to destroy this dark side of society, and the fact that the second-in-command guy, Samatoki, in close communication with a policeman, makes him your main target.

-And in the beginning he was absolutely annoyed, as he already had enough business and problems. But at the same time small interest tickles in his chest - Samatoki gets used to the police not really bothering him, and now there was you, stalking him and his people, and acting almost pious with your wishes to purify the world from the Yakuza.

-So he totally would try to see if you actually have guts or not. You're not the only one who can be seeker, after all, and soon Samatoki would catch you right during your other mission, waiting in some dark alley:

"Oh, so that's how my hunter looks?" - his teasing tone makes you turn back just to almost bump into his chest. - "You're cuter up close, and much weaker than in your photos in the dossier.."

"Can say the same about you.." - you mumble with furrowed brows..Just when he has time to get so close?! Yet these jokes and fraternization makes you angrier. - "But without the cute part. Now, when I see you so close, there's no way I wouldn't be able to incarcerate this smug face in just a few weeks."

"You're pretty bold for some cop, don't you think?" - maybe if you were a man, Samatoki would just go straight to the fight, to scare you away. But one of his credos was to never raise a hand on a woman, so he just thought to use some threading words. - "Continue like that and we will see just where it will lead you to.."

"To your grave, that's where." - with an annoyed scoff you get closer, already have a plan of how and where to hit to knock him out as a proper lesson. Yet for Samatoki it was not the first time to have a little brawl with a policeman so he knows pretty well just what submission moves they teach you all to. And for him, repelling your attack was pretty easy.. but no less amusing.

"Oh, what a sharp tongue we have here, huh.." - pinning you to a wall, Samatoki can't help but smirk, kinda enjoying your angry face with knitted brows and such evil eyes. Fire in your glare didn't burn him, but definitely lit up the interest in the pit of his stomach. - "Curses, like chickens, come home to roost.. So you better watch your mouth, dear."

-After such a meeting he definitely would start to look at this situation from another angle. Well, this passion in your eyes tells him that there's no financial benefit in your actions, and you don't plan to use him to get higher in class. Your goal was sincere and despite it being literally about destroying him and his Yakuza family, Samatoki appreciated this hard work.

-But it doesn't mean he wouldn't turn it all into a tease. Oh, for you it's a really serious question? But for him it's just a cat and mouse game and sometimes it's hard to tell where your role is.

-Would prefer to handle this on his own, without involving his people. Cause he knew they would be harsher than he, seeing only a target in front of them. And the same thing about your side, you would definitely be more glad to see your main prey, aren't you? Samatoki is willing to surprise you with his appearance more often then, and it always ends up with some kind of fight with his banter and your angry words.

-"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh? I thought we're more than some Yakuza and a policewoman now.." - he cooed when you led him to a dead end. Or it's him who's bringing you here..?

"Of course there's something more! We're mortal enemies!" - you sigh tiredly and then almost with fright notice that your mouth corners smiled. Did you really start enjoying this mockery?

"So that's how you see our relationship? Glad to know I got so deep in your small pretty heart that you would remember me until death.." - Samatoki can't help but give you another tease, watching how your expression changes to an surpassed, and then to an angry one.

-The way he never ever tries to choose his words more wisely makes your insides tremble, but you start to question yourself. Is it still hate and annoyance or it tickles in some other manner now?

-And around the same time Samatoki started to wonder why he keeps being so playful with you. He definitely never would take this seriously, as he doesn't believe a single person, maybe with a sincere heart but absolutely alone in this corrupted police would be able to depose a whole Yakuza family.. Yet stop paying attention or throw you to his people was not really a way he would like to choose too.. Why does he keep thinking about this situation more and more, if there is definitely zero danger..? Or is it because he thought about you, not the problems you try to cause?

-So, if for you being close to some outlaw was absolutely forbidden, for Samatoki turning this all into some affair wasn't that bad. After all, he already has one cop as his friend, so he definitely doesn't see any problem trying something more.

-Also, he just doesn't want you to end up being as all these cowardly sneaky cops, corrupted by this cruel world. Well, maybe in that case he shouldn't try to win you over and actually make you a corrupted cop, just in another way, but Samatoki feels like near him you would be able to save this fresh passion for longer.

-So slowly, he would add more flirty teases in his casual talk with you. And you probably didn't notice at first, as he even acted so cocky around you.

-In your vision, he clearly tells you that he didn't see either you or your goal as something worthy, and you were sure it's another way to kill some boredom for him. Then why did your heart start beating faster every time he got closer, like you were waiting for a new verbal sparring that titillated you so much? And why do you actually remember every one of his teases for a long time, thinking about why they suddenly start to sound much softer?

-Still, I feel like the one who would push your prickly relationship into another way would be actually Samatoki.

-"Oh, so my birdie is already here, trying to catch me again?" - with a little smirk he gets closer to your sitting on a bench figure. But you just brush him off, annoyed:

"Go away with you and your stupid jokes. I'm not in the mood to listen to your mockery again. Consider yourself lucky today.."

Samatoki furrowed his brows. There's never been such a response from you before, and your surprisingly empty and sad face tells him there's something more than your usual annoyance with his games. He sit closer, smoking, dropping his voice to a more soft and low tone:

"Is there actually a thing that can make you forget about your main goal, when you have such a good opportunity?" - if he would say it in his casual way, you would just consider it as a mother tease, but right now there was genuine worry that made you look up at him.

"Like if I ever would say this to some lowlife! You're a Yakuza, not my partner.." - you mumble, looking away.

"Huh? So all the time you had a partner? I always see you all alone on cases and everything.." - his words struck a right nerve.

Yes, you have. And just why every other cop here don't want to do their job?! When you just started working in the police, you were full of new ideas and hopes, and saw your co-worker as someone cool, as your role model. And you forgave them a lot - the way they loved to skip their jobs sometimes or never really helped you to catch Samatoki.. So finally, you grow tired. You start to feel so alone in this place and the fact that exactly at this time you meet your mortal enemy was both soothing and frustrating. Maybe you can open up to him, if there is no other help? His face right now was so caring and soft, and even if it's just a trap, you're ready to fall.

"Huh. And I wondered why you were doing it all alone, when you're still kinda low in rank.. Jyuto loves to work all by himself around these pigs, so think about it in a positive way - at least you didn't get dirty with their mire." - Samatoki sighs after you tell him the whole problem.

"Don't compare me to him! I'm not some corrupt cop like Jyuto-san, who's friends with you! Don't think I showed you my weakness today!"

"..you call him a corrupt cop yet still address like "san" to him, don't you? That's mean you're still respect him." - he can't help but giggle.

"Well, he's better than others.." - your brows twitch again when your minds get back to your dark thoughts. - "At least better than my partner."

Despite not really loving policemen and people at all, he always feels some kind of pity for such stories. And is it because he feels more sensitive today or your bad mood actually makes him worry more than other people's problems?

"Just leave this jerk. Even if you can't tell your boss or something, that doesn't mean you should shoulder all responsibility for your both.." - Suddenly, Samatoki gets closer and pat your head. - "You would just burn out. And I want to play with you a little bit more."

For a moment your gazes meet, and you turn your head back, not able to control blush on your cheeks.

"You're an idiot! Did you have to ruin everything with your last sentence?!" - even your voice came up weaker than you planned, and the low laugh behind you didn't help to soothe your fast beating heart.

"Sorry, sorry, but it's really what I'm thinking about you!" - his hand touches your shoulder so you would turn to him back. - "Or maybe not? Maybe you're more than a game for me?"

A kiss. Unexpected, for both of you, yet this is what makes it more pleasant and titillating.

"Uh.. Y-you're really an idiot.. You just love to lure cops in your arms, huh?"

"I promise that you'll be my last catch.."

-After that.. Well, you definitely would need some time to rethink your position. But there's no way you would actually just leave Samatoki now, as only now you realize that all this burn he evoked in your soul was a burn of love, not hate.

-For a job, and co-workers around you, it seems like you're still just trying to catch Yakuza and his team. But all of them have no idea that in these dark alleys you both were not fighting but melting in each other arms, kissing and hugging. Well, but you still were fighting, actually! But for dominance and with your tongues in your mouths.

-Well, but if someone actually would find out about your relationship, do you really think they would have enough guts to take advantage of this info? Some policemen already tried to debate Jyuto for his connection with Samatoki, and all they got is a good lesson to not poke their noses into other people's business.

-And with you, his girlfriend, not just a friend, Samatoki would be more protective, not letting any cops even try to embarrass you in front of your superiors. Or this time even worse fate awaits for them.

-But still, even now, when you're in a more intimate relationship, his teases don't fade away, but just take another angle. Because Samatoki still loves to see your furrowed brows and flashing red cheeks, and when you talk back with some light angry tone, it uplifts his mood.

-Maybe you're lovers now, but this tickling burn between you both is not gone, but spice up your relationship now. Because this cat and mouse game is still so alluring and interesting..

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