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writingmeraki · 1 year

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hot & cold I

READ PART TWO HERE !

a min ho mini series !

summary : Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.

( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)

genre : angst, fluff, comfort !

pairing : minho x fem!reader, e2l, idiots to lovers.

warnings : mentions of alcohol and underage drinking, kissing and making out, cussing. both being dumb and too high on their ego. kinda blame it on Minho in this one I fear 😨

author's note : and as my obsession goes crazy, I knew I had to write a miniseries on Minho. I honestly have no idea how long it can be this time, it'll mostly depend on your feedback but also how long I make this but expect 2-3 parts more ?? this was written out of nowhere tbh because I had a really different idea for this. anyways enjoy and let me know what you think ! <3 ( not proofread as usual, we die like real men 😀)

based on this request !

word count : 4.3k

"Maybe you should put that down now."

Kitty said, observing the way you tipped down the cocktail, be it a secret yet not secret alcoholic one.

You winced and shook your head as you smashed the glass down after, Kitty having to shoot an apologetic look to the temporary bartender, who wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but a party of drunk and horny teenagers sneaking in alcohol and downing it as though they were going through all stages of grief at the moment or in moments of classical teenage stupidity.

"Oh- KAY! I think that's more than enough." She pulled your hands away from the other cocktail that was served up,despite this one now being the only non-alcoholic, she felt it was getting a lot and you whined at her, she narrowed her eyes at you.

"Y/N, you've had more than enough."

"Noooo, I'm fine I can handle ittt." Your words slurred and she gave you a blank stare, holding up two fingers, she asked

"Okay then, how many fingers I am holding up?"

You narrowed your eyes, trying to think hard and giggled as you spoke

"Kitty, Katty since when did you have six fingers?" A drunken smile sat on your face as you leaned forward pointing your finger to count the 'six' fingers.

You vision was blurry but you were still able to make out the outline of what was in front of you.

Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed softly "How much did you even have?"

You put up both your hands, all fingers up and her eyes widened almost comically, it only made you giggle at her expressions,

"TEN? please tell me TEN sips!"

"Nooo silly, of course not…it was just three glasses with that sercret ingredient." You whispered to her as you leaned in closer as though you were telling a top secret and in a way it was, your lips were turned upwards, dimples lightly peaking.

"Alright, we have to get you back to the dorms then! Let me call Q and Florian, then we'll go okay? You stay here. Don't move Y/N!" She pointed at you, her words strict but you couldn't think about anything other than how pretty she seemed at the moment, so without much thought you blurted out,

"You look so pretty, Kit, you really do." Your eyes were half closed but you could see her wearing a tight black dress, her hair done down and straight, her black heels only making her figure look leaner.

Kitty, despite knowing you were drunk, couldn't help but laugh at your words, she shook her head and told you one last time before disappearing to find Q and Florian as soon as she could.

Looking up, the ceiling was multicolored, flashes of blue and green danced across it and you looked in awe as if it was a piece of art.

You looked around you, noticing the way the entire place seemed to be overcrowded but people were having fun, either getting shit drunk or dancing as if it was their last time.

Welcome to your life

There's no turning back

Even while we sleep

We will find you

You smiled when you heard the familiar tune and lyrics, having hearing it from your roommate and also ended up falling in love with it, the beat was slightly altered to make it more party pop but it only made it more better.

Standing up and stumbling slightly as you made your way to the dance floor, the world looking like it was moving fast as you also moved your body along to the crowd.

You felt as though you'd been hit so hard when you ended up colliding harshly into the person and you braced yourself for the fall, feeling as if you're flying high to come crashing hard into the ground.

Acting on your best behaviour

Turn your back on mother nature

Everybody wants to rule the world

And as cliche as it could get, you didn't feel the crash instead a stronger grip on your waist pulled you back up as the side face instead hit something soft yet firm.

You looked up and you felt the same awe when you saw the multicolored ceiling as though it was a piece of art, maybe even more, as your eyes scanned his face.

It's my own design

It's my own remorse

Help me to decide

Help me make the most

Colours shone on his face, highlighting his sharp jawline that you felt yourself get lost in, you continued to scan the bridge of his nose and his cupid's bow. You looked into his eyes and only felt your haziness increase as you felt the tug in your heart. They seemed to drink you in as you did him, and your gaze turned to the way one corner of his lips turned upwards.

The arm around your waist felt warmer than it should and you definitely felt the heat on your face, your entire body even. Your knees felt more weaker as you prayed your legs didn't give up on you, and with this the grip on your waist only got tighter.

Minho looked down at you, his gaze never leaving your face as he held you up. Staring at your lips for a little longer than he should have. The fact that he felt as if there were sparks of electricity running through just by the waist around your arm and most of your body weight on his, made him only want more. More than he should be wanting.

And again, letting your intrusive thoughts take the wheel of your actions, you lifted up one hand and brushed it along his jawline.

"Ouch…paper cut." Giggling at your ridiculous joke, you rested your head on his shoulder now, moving your arms around his broad shoulders.

Naturally, his own arms now fully wrapped around your waist and if someone, which more than a few heads turned, saw you in this position, it'd look more intimate than it should. Considering how far down you both go.

Minho smiled unknowingly, the sound of your giggles always making his heart race more than it should.

"I know you're clumsy as fuck, but I didn't think you'd fall for me this soon, I guess it would happen soon anyways considering how intelligent and good looking I am."

Your eyes moved to look up into his, noticing his lips pulled into a smirk that really only did more things unbeknownst to you,and you narrowed them before slurring out,

"You sound exactly like Minho, I actually thought it was almost you." You continued mumbling,

"But I know it's definitely not him, considering he was already busy with that…Madison." You rolled your eyes, slowly shutting them and you pushed your head back down onto his shoulders and moved closer to the crook of his neck, craving the warmth he radiated.

"Plus I'm sure he'd let me fall face first on the ground if I fell on him the way I just did." You mumbled into his neck, he felt himself control the shiver that run down his spine when your lips touched his neck as you mumbled.

Frowning, he spoke up, wanting to defend himself even if it seemed pointless,

"No, he wouldn't." He said firmly and you looked up at him as you thought of his words,

"Considering how we are, I don't think I'm wrong to assume he'd do that." Even though you were drunk, you spoke the words more smoothly as if it was a whole truth.

"Besides I don't even care what he does, he can go kiss that…that girl for all I care, no I definitely don't care if he does this with her, if he looks at her like that way."

Minho's expression turned down, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pulled into a frown,

"What way?" He asked softly as he could see your eyes tearing up and you gulped sadly and you put on a dejected smile,

"How I wish, I wish he'd look at me, for once." You said more gently, whispering letting your vulnerable feelings speak up.

He only felt his heart sinking the more he took in the sadness and vulnerability showing on your face, he felt his guilt double than it had before as he recalled why he'd even been making out with Madison in the first place.

He'd felt his entire focus zone in on the person who'd just walk in the place.

Even as much as he seemed to hate your mere presence, his eyes always seemed to drift towards you much to his annoyance.

His gaze felt heavy as it dragged from the shoes you'd worn to the hairstyle you'd done. Your outfit consisted of a maroon tight dress that had ended just below your knees, a teasing slit running just a little further up your left side, just enough to make someone want to see more.

Your lips were a similar shade of maroon as you smiled, depths forming on your cheeks that tugged at his heart, your hair done down and resting just below your shoulders.

You looked…you looked better than he could even describe.

Beautiful would be a word, but he thinks it underwhelms you.

Kitty was beside you in her black dress and her hair done down but his eyes couldn't stop drinking you in as if it was not enough for him.

He wanted something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be thinking about you right now the way he is.

He forced himself to look away, searching for someone else in the crowd.

He looked better than he should and you hated the way your eyes moved to the dip between his throat and shirt.

Gosh that's such an ugly fucking colour you thought yet you felt fainter as your eyes scanned the way his hair was parted, something you knew only he could pull off. Some loose strands sat on his forehead and you hated the way you felt your legs almost give up in these tight heels as you took in the way the blazer fit his broad shoulders.

Fuck he looked good.

You looked at him, observing him scanning the crowd as he disappeared away.

"Let's get this party started!" Kitty said excitedly to which you lightly laughed,

"Kitty it's already started, we are already like forty minutes late because of a certain someone but sure! Love the enthusiasm! Woo!" You chuckled as you saw her excitement bubble down and then laughing along with you.

"Let's go then girls! The best place at a party, the bar!" Q threw his arms around both your shoulders as he sloshed himself between you, now pulling you towards the bar.

The bartender served up five mocktails which you thought were too beautiful looking to be drank but you raised a toast,

"Here's to meeting new people and ending our bitchless eras!" You toasted as you giggled which was followed by the rest clinking their respective glasses onto yours as you took a sip.

"Guys,I have something." Florian spoke as he pulled a flask from his blazer and your eyes widened at the sight, knowing what it was.

"Oh My God! No way… now you're the real one for this." You said as he winked at you and opened the flask, the smell already indicating what it was as he poured in a bit into yours and his.

"Ohh me too! Me too!" Kitty said as she pushed her glass towards him and he poured in hers as well.

"The last for the best." Florian spoke as he poured it in Q's drink which made him look away and you smirked as you saw him almost blush.

"Now this is a real toast." You finally clinked your drinks for the last time, now taking in a sip, wincing yet loving the bitter taste that contrasted well with the sweetness of the cocktail.

"By the way, Y/N, I don't think you're ever going to be able to meet new people." Kitty spoke which made you turn to her in confusion.

"I mean come on, you won't be able to meet new people because you already are into someone." She continued and now looked towards Q, him nodding in agreement as you still looked in confusion.

"Oh please, don't look like a lost puppy now, we all saw the way you basically bore your eyes into Min ho as soon as you saw him like a hungry vulture or something." Q said which made Florian chuckle and you only glared at his words as though looks could kill.

"You don't plan a murder out loud now do you?" You defended yourself as Kitty rolled her eyes,

"More like you'd kill anyone who'd dare even hurt a fraction of his hair." Kitty said to which now both Florian and Q nodded, feeling betrayal as you looked at Florian, thinking he'd been on your side to which he only raised his hands in his defense.

"Look, Y/N, maybe you don't see it, but you definitely go past the so called hate line you both have." He said as he knew you surely felt more for him than the passive aggressive persona you showed when he was around.

"After all they do say the lines between love and hate tend to blur." Kitty said as she took a sip of her drink and you only scoffed, ready to reply saying you knew where you stood and you were gladly under the hate side, despising Min ho because of his unbearable personality that would make you so mad.

So mad you'd want to punch his pretty face at times.

"Uh oh." Q said suddenly as his eyes caught a sight that he wished wouldn't have but they quickly widened when he realised you were literally right next to him and probably heard him.

Naturally your eyes moved to where he was looking, and oh how you wished you also didn't see what you just saw but for completely different reasons that you couldn't put a finger on at the time being.

Minho stood next to Madison as he whispered something into her ears, which made her laugh, you saw the way his arm was wrapped around her waist, hiding her close to him.

You felt like throwing up as your stomach recoil and churn, moving your eyes, not wanting to think more of this than you should. But it seemed as though it was impossible as the image replayed in your mind.

You felt the tension in the air when your face twisted bitterly, noticing your friends also tensing up and felt guilty for suddenly changing the cheerful mood.

"Guys come one now, I don't care, now go and have fun!" You reassured them as they looked at you skeptically.

"Listen, he can go and fuck around with whoever he wants, I really don't care. We shouldn't let this ruin our moods. Now go." You bit on your tongue as put on a tight smile, no usual dimples peaking, a sign it was fake.

Hearing the firmer tone at the end, Q and Florian nodded as they held hands "Okay then, find us when you need us okay?"

Q said as you just mindlessly nodded and they also moved into the flow of the crowd.

Kitty still looked at you skeptically but you just smiled at her, now a genuine one telling her to go on and finish her agenda of meeting new people.

At least one of you seemed ready to move on.

"Thank you." You heard a voice suddenly speak up from beside you as you sat nursing the cocktail in your hands, it's coolness relieving the warmth your body felt.

"Oh someone with manners, I like that." You said putting down your drink, deciding that if he can fuck around when he wants, who were you to not as well.

The guy next to you turns towards you, him taking in your figure, a smirk forming on his face as he realised who you were.

"I'm Geon." He said to which you smiled.

"Y/N." You spoke up to which he chuckled which made you a bit confused,

"Oh I know." You raised an eyebrow at his words,

"It's an honor to have the hottest girl here talking to me." He said with a grin as you then lifted your drink to take another sip, after which you giggled at his words, even though you didn't think you would have even been phased if it weren't for the alcohol now slowly flowing in your system.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more." You leaned in closer to him with a smug smile, biting your lip lightly to which you think again, this probably wouldn't be happening right now if it weren't for the liquid courage or your mess of an emotional baggage.

This whole spectacle was being seen by someone who'd otherwise think you were both already together. He rolled his eyes, looking away as he clicked his tongue, folding his arms and a scowl of both disgust and jealousy forming on his face.

Of course.

He thought looking back at the pair of Geon and you.

"I think she's better than all the other girls, even Yuri, people say she's the prettiest but don't realize that they are wrong. And Kitty next to you looks so underwhelming but both of them are nothing but plain next to you."

And despite you starting to feel more tipsy, you controlled the urge to just flip him off.

Instead you leaned in closer, raising one hand and cupping his face, bringing your face near his ear, as though you'd whisper about how he was definitely right, a light smile forming on his face.

That's what he thought at least.

Chuckling lowly, you whispered sweetly,

"You know sweety, what type of men I absolutely despise?"

You briefly made eye contact with him when he looked down at you from the corner of his eye.

"The ones who bring women down in hopes of getting into my pants and thinking that will actually work."

You trailed your hand down his neck, fingers lightly touching, he gulped as he shivered under your touch, the grin forming on his face long gone when he heard the venom lacing your tone.

"Let alone the fact that they are my best friends, and trust me, if I wanted to I'd punch the shit out of you right now but,listen to me carefully."

You rested your hand on his collarbone,

"No girl is meant for your judging pleasure especially not for undeserving dickheads like you and if you dare talk to me again, trust me, I can do much worse than you can think."

You leaned back and patted his chest, grinning widely, but your eyes said a completely different story.

"Now. Fuck off."

And fuck off he did as he swallowed nervously, turning around and moving into the crazy crowd,mumbling something under his breath, you not really caring to pay attention to his words as you sighed out, rubbing your forehead with your fingers.

Men are nothing but disappointment, what did I even expect ?

"Hey guess what!- what happened to you?" Kitty said as she suddenly appeared from your right side making you surprised but you smiled at her reassuringly, not wanting her to know what that jerk said for obvious reasons.

"Oh it's nothing, it's getting noisy that's all." Kitty didn't seem convinced at all because she did spot you talking to Geon, not wanting to interrupt when he saw you whispering something to him,

Huh so she really was serious about the whole meeting new people thing?

But when he walked away looking a little paler, she figured it was not exactly what it looked like, deciding that she should intervene now.

"Oh-kay but you know what, I just…" You now looked forward your back facing the bar as you placed your elbows on the counter, leaning onto them, raising an eyebrow at her for her to continue,

"I am glad I came here, I'm glad we all did, I'm happy, for once and it feels so…so good to be happy with you guys who I didn't think would even be my friends."

She said smiling at you, her sitting down next to your stool, and you turned your neck, looking at her now,

You smiled, finally a genuine one and it showed when your dimples showed,

"I'm glad I met you guys as well." You told her and just as she was about to say something, her eyes trailed towards your left, narrowing to make sure she was seeing right.

She froze when she saw you look at her, naturally wanting to see what made her look the way she was looking right now.

"Uh! Well look you know I'm happy you…uh well you agreed to come here!" She pulled your shoulders a little forcefully, the rotating barstool moving and making you now face her.

You looked perplexed at her behaviour, especially how she almost knocked you out but she just smiled at you, a little too forcefully.

"I just think you should know you deserve better than you think and even if it's not-"

"Kitty."

You called out to her, stopping her rambling, moving your hands up from off your shoulders.

"What's got you so…so nervous all of a sudden?" You questioned seeing her eyes still fixated behind you, her hand stopping you again from turning around.

"I just don't think you should see this. Really." She swallowed nervously and you waved her off,

"It's not that deep Kitty chill." You said but how you wished you'd listen to her.

You went rigid, seeing the sight now in front of you and clenched your jaw.

There was Minho in all his glory, kissing, no more like passionately making out with none other than Madison.

He had his arms around her waist as she played with his hair, and you could see her smile into the kiss. His mouth moved from her lips to her jawline and you watched her giggle as he seemed to be whispering something that made her laugh only more.

Fuck.

Why did it feel like someone just ripped your heart out and smashed it right in front of you with their bare hands?

You turned towards the bar, squeezing your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you felt the pounding in it get harder.

You gulped harshly trying to squeeze the image out of your brain,

"Y/N." Kitty put her hand on your shoulder, her warm touch contrasting the coldness you felt.

"Ah, I should have listened to you." You laughed but it held no humour. You could feel your emotions go all over the place as you replayed everything you'd seen till now.

Both of them laughing together, him looking at her as if she was the only on there, him focusing on her as if she was the only one there, him making out with her as if she'd slip away from his hands.

"You know what maybe I just need a little drink." You raised your hand up calling for the bartender and asking for two cocktails.

You put your hand out to Kitty expectedly, her frowning at the way you tried to act as if it was all right but she could see the unshed tears on your lash line.

Before she could say anything, you asked her quickly,

"Where's that whisky Florian gave you?" Talking about the flask she'd been hiding in her purse that was given to her by Florian.

"Y/N, you can't just drink away your emotions like this, you can't even handle alcohol-"

"Kitty, I'll be fine, just…just give it to me please?"

She sighed, she knew about your tendency to avoid talking about your feelings. She just opened up her purse and removed the flask just as the bartender served the drinks.

You took it from her and poured a questionable amount but you didn't really care at the moment, wanting to feel the high rather than the heaviness you currently felt creeping in your chest.

Raising a toast to yourself, you grinned up at Kitty, a sorrowness that only made her feel more and more sympathic for you.

"Here's to the most unluckiest person at the moment, me!"

That was now half an hour ago, and here you were now wrapped tightly around the very person who'd made you feel miserable in the first place.

"You know it's not even his fault. We don't even like each other. I'm pretty sure he hates me but why the fuck does it hurt so bad?" You whined as you pulled away from the supposed stranger's, attractive one at least, body and stood up on your own.

You pushed his arms away from you and you almost stumbles but held one hand out when he tried to hold you again to prevent you from falling,

"Y/N you'll fall-"

"No, I'm fine, I swear. I don't even know why I just dumped that weird emotional baggage onto you, sorry."

"Thank you anyways, for you know saving me from breaking my own face right there, if you want me to repay you, just come to Chemistry class first period on Monday!"

You stepped away from him and trying to not cry because no matter how drunk you were you didn't want to cry over some stupid boy.

Minho stood there, his eyes downcast as he remembered the look on your face, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.

How do I even begin ?

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 months

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Binary Star

Part II

Pairing: academic rival!Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power play, hurt/comfort, no curse au, this series will get darker as the story progresses.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he’s done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

Part I

P.S. Academic rival -> CEO!Gojo

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When he spots her name in the stack of papers his HR left on her desk, Satoru gets a brain freeze for a second. Couldn't be the girl he had once studied together with, no. It's been what, more than ten years since he had last seen her? It must be some other woman wearing the same name.

But he can't just leave the paper be, immediately taking it in his hands while the manager makes a confused face: Satoru only looks at the candidates' profiles when they are aiming for the high management positions in his company, nothing less. This woman, however, applied for the middle-level position, only recently becoming a senior at her old job. Why is the CEO looking at her CV so intently?

All Gojo sees is the name of the school they both graduated what feels like a hundred years ago, and he knows it's her. It's the girl who was his one and only rival, someone he had finally considered his equal when they both were fighting for the position of a valedictorian. It's her. He can finally understand what has happened.

Not that he wasn't searching for answers right after graduation. Knowing Shoko sometimes hung out with her, he was showering the girl with questions until she groaned something about the family of his classmate moving and that it's likely he would never see her again. She didn't tell why. Said she had no idea.

It's true, Satoru sees now: his old rival did move god knows where, nearly half across the country to a place he didn't even know existed. Some tiny city, he thinks as he googles the college she attended only to realize that it is, in fact, a community college. Community college? For someone as talented as her? Was she out of her goddamn mind? Even if she, for some unfathomable reason, didn't want to go to Harvard like him, despite her scholarchip, she could have chosen any other decent place with her marks. How could she do this to herself?

He continues reading the resume, the memories of her annoyingly pretty face fresh in his mind as if it all happened just yesterday. Internships at some tiny companies, assistant positions, and other entry-level jobs she should have never taken in places he has never heard of either... Until she finally moved here about two years ago and started slowly climbing the career ladder. Unfortunately, her CV leaves Gojo with more questions than answers he expected.

"I want you to interview her," he finally says to his HR manager, who's been shifting in her seat impatiently ever since he had taken the printed papers from her desk. "And if she says yes, I want to know when she'll come."

He isn't sure why he's doing it. It's been far too long to be holding any grudges, and, honestly speaking, he isn't angry at his old school rival. Curious, perhaps? This must be it. He just wants a closure of sorts. He wants to know why she has abandoned everything she believed in, even if it's selfish of him to be prying into her past. Clearly, something had happened. Something horrible.

Did she get pregnant, maybe? Gave birth? Remembering her father, he wouldn't be surprised if it was the reason they had to move. And yet, she didn't seem the type to do something like that... Not when he had never seen her speaking to boys outside of school, and even then, she would only be talking to them about lessons and future college or university prospects.

He has to have some patience, Satoru thinks. Surely, she'll accept the interview and come in person.

And she does, walking in the building - Gojo watches her from above, peering down from his fancy cabinet with enormous windows - just two days later. She looks somewhat different - not that he didn’t expect her to change after all these years - but there's the same air about her, he can feel it in his bones. It makes him strangely nostalgic, and he starts to itch to go down and talk to her the second she waltzes into the office of his HR. He needs to know why she left. Her secrets are making him restless like a child.

He needs to see her face when she realizes he's both the owner and the CEO of the company she wants to work for.

After giving her about 10 minutes, Gojo runs down the building as if he's a boy chasing an ice cream truck. He needs to see her. The itch that has been dormant for almost ten years is almost unbearable now, and he has no time to waste before she disappears again from his life.

"Yuki, I have a question..." he starts as if he has no idea she's conducting an interview at this very moment, making a surprised face and almost shouting the name of the woman he once called his equal. "Woah, I can't believe it! Is it really you?!"

Satoru knows it's not right to be that happy about her baffled - if not fearful - expression, but he can't help himself. Here she is, the girl who could never shut up in class whenever a teacher asked them a question, sitting in the office he built with the money he earned, not borrowed from his father. He is where she has always wanted to be, Gojo is sure. Geto would probably smack him for being a smug bastard in front of a woman who surely has nothing against him, but Satoru feels ecstatic.

Until he sees she is not only scared: she is terrified. Why? Is it because her old rival ended up doing much better than her? She must be feeling upset and jealous, but she shouldn't be horrified. There's nothing to be scared of. Is she worried she won't get this job because she thinks Satoru is a manchild who can't forgive her for their silly school competition?

Or is she scared of him?

He doesn't like the thought.

"I'm so happy to see you!" He adds with a too-wide smile. "What are you doing here?"

It's concerning how she bites down on her lower lip, nearly ripping the thin skin covered in lipstick.

Thankfully, Yuki finally acknowledges his presence with an awkward smile, "Mr. Gojo, good morning. I apologize, but we are in the middle of a job interview. If it's alright with you, I'll come see you a little later."

The woman in front of him still doesn't utter a single word, and he feels like she'll escape him again if he lets her. With a dramatic sigh and a smile so wide it's a wonder how his face hasn't cracked yet, he announces to her, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry for interrupting! But you'll wait for me after your interview, alright? We can go grab a coffee together! It's not like it's against our company policy, right, Yuki?"

If eyes could kill, he would definitely be dead by now because his HR is ready to stab him with a fork she once stole from a cafeteria and is now keeping in one of her drawers. Satoru isn't that suicidal yet, so he quietly leaves her office before his old rival can utter a single word.

Now, this is about to get interesting.

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grandlinedreams · 7 months

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absolutely love your writing 😭 you write law so in character its so good. i want to see laws reaction to reader accidentally (or not) discovering his nerdy sora comics collection. ty 💛

Hi!! Thank-you so much, that's an honor 🥺 I'm a lil obsessed w him istg (more than a little but anyways) here you go, I hope you enjoy it!!

You're acting weird. To be fair though, in a crew as diverse as the Heart Pirates, "weird" is a subjective thing and depends on who Law is meaning.

You're acting weird for you. There's an odd jumpiness to you now, specifically whenever Law is involved ㅡ and he wonders if he's done something wrong.

Your relationship is still fairly new to you both, still trying to find the perfect balance between professionalism and something softer and more intimate.

Law mentally filters through your interactions (both as crewmates and not) and when he comes up with nothing, he decides to ask you.

"Have I done something to upset you? I'd like to know so I can fix it." He watches confusion flicker across your face, then guilt.

"No, you didn't do anything." You bite your lip, a habit he's been trying to break you of. Instinctively, he reaches to press his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it free of the worried knead of your teeth. "Promise you won't be mad?"

Now it's Law's turn to be confused. "It depends on what you did," he answers honestly and immediately kicks himself for the way you shrink back. "As long as it has nothing to do with the integrity the Polar Tang and you haven't sold us out to the Marines, it can't be that bad."

That at least gets a ghost of a smile from you. "As if I'd ever do either of those," you tell him, a hint of pride in your voice. The Polar Tang is your home, and the Heart Pirates are your family.

"Continue," he prods gently, and the nervousness returns to your expression. He gives you a moment, watches as you steel yourself before you blurt in a tumbled rush of words,

"I maybe sort of accidentally found your Sora Warrior of the Sea comics."

It takes him a long moment to parse out what you've said, and you watch as his expression shifts to an unreadable one, brim of his hat shadowing his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," you say, feeling even worse than you have the last couple of days. "I didn't mean to, honest. Bepo needed a copy of a report from a few days ago and I thought I'd seen you put it in one of the drawers andㅡ" You halt, voice wavering. "I'm really sorry."

You mean it. He knows you do, knows you'd never breach his privacy without good reason ㅡ even as close as you are now, there are things he's not ready to talk about, or show.

In the grand scheme of things, the discovery of his carefully curated collection of beloved comics is not the end of the world. Hardly a punishable offense, even though you're clearly expecting him to be pissed.

"It's okay, [Name]." He watches as you visibly relax, though there's still a nervous edge to you. "I'm not upset, just...surprised."

"Understandable," you mumble. "For what it's worth, it's a nice collection. I wanted to get into it when I was younger, but I never got a chance to."

He perks up a little at that, latches onto the opportunity you've given him. "If you'd like," he says, "we can read them together. If you want, I mean."

Another little flake off that careful barrier he's built around himself, another soft spot exposed ㅡ trusting you not to abuse it. As if you ever would ㅡ his trust in you is one of your most teasured things.

"Law?" He looks at you, taking in that wonderful smile he'd do unspeakable things to protect. "I'd love that."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: law.#last post for tonight so i don't spam the tag wkdkdjd goodnight!

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vex91 · 21 days

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pyramid game characters reacting to you being jealous I feel like I've sent smt like this b4 but I don't rmb😭

-🎀

I love writing jealousy stuff <3

Suji doesn't necessarily gets jealous tbh but she has her moments. She's a type that trusts you but doesn't trust other people with you kinda person and you're the same so she never experienced your jealous side. That's why she was so surprised when she finally experienced it. Honestly she would watch you with a small smile, finding it really funny. Later she would tease you a little about it.

One of Harin's favorite things about you is how different you are from her. You were just so lovely and kind and so pure in her eyes that she just couldn't help loving that so when she saw how jealous you got over Doah and how different you acted, she was surprised. She was surprised how much she liked your colder side, more aggressive side. Definitely gonna make you jealous on purpose just to tease you later.

Jaeun is not used to any kind of jealous from her side or yours. You two are just peacefully happy with each other and that's all that you both need. That's why she was so confused when you got jealous over Suji, she never expected that. Immediately tries to clear every misunderstandings up with you, not wanting anything to leave a scar on your relationship. In conclusion doesn't like getting jealous or you getting jealous.

It may seem like Yerim loves you being jealous but it's quite the opposite actually. At first it boosts her ego but doesn't like your jealousy lasting too long, much preferring your relationship going as it always does without it. She especially hates it when you get jealous over Eunjung or her other friends since friendship is really important to her and she hates when two things most important to her clash.

Honestly no amount of your jealousy can beat Jaehyung when she's jealous like let's get that out of the way first and because of that she never minds it, as long as it's not too big and not too unreasonable then she doesn't mind, even finds you cute like that. Will 100% make you jealous on purpose as she's a little shit. Will also tease you because of it.

Eunjung is the jealous one in your relationship, that's why seeing you jealous over Yerim surprised her a lot. She never saw you jealous before and she would lie if she said she didn't like it, she actually liked it too much. Made her feel really loved an desired. She will stop you if the jealousy seemed a little too much though.

Seeing you jealous like that will mess with Doah's head in a lot of different ways because why did she kinda liked it? Why did her heart beat like that when she saw you so possessive? Over Harin too? Will still scold you though because even if she liked it a little she still didn't wanted you to be jealous as she saw it as something that could potentially ruin a relationship if gone too far and she was not losing you over something like that 😤

We all can agree that seeing you jealous for the first time was a big thing for Dayeon and she became obsessed. Like seeing you so worked up at the thought of someone stealing her from you? Makes her feel so loved and so powerful 😭 Will make you jealous on purpose all the time just to make fun of you later (Will comfort you if she goes too far though)

Wooyi is also obsessed with you being jealous. Will brag to everyone about how scary her gf is when she's jealous as if she wasn't even more of a maniac when she sees another girl next to you 😭 Won't make you jealous on purpose though but will enjoy seeing you jealous.

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@lazylittledragon did more Mombin (check it out here it's great) which I think means I might be contractually obliged to write more fic that is inspired by it. Like wowza I am obsessed with this concept

Tw: vomiting/morning sickness, reddit, discussions of cancer

Robin was dying.

That was the only explanation.

Dying.

And the worst part was, she was dying of something that was both incredibly funny, and incredibly sad, and she had been so desperate for answers that she had gone to a place no mortal should ever dare to go to.

Reddit.

Posted by u/familyvideobrokeme

I (24F) think that I might have breast cancer, and I have no idea how to tell my (25M) best friend.

So my best friend “Sam” and I have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He’s not just a friend to me, he’s my person (and before you get any ideas- I’m a lesbian, so no, not happening.) we tell each other everything, even the super gross stuff neither of us wants to hear- like seriously he’s asked me to check his ass to see if he managed to pop the pimple he found there before- so I’ve never been in this position before…

But I think I’m dying of breast cancer, and I have no clue how to start this conversation.

It just came on really suddenly??? Like last month I was fine, and this month my boobs just hurt in this really weird way I’ve never experienced before? Like I’m sore and tingly and my bras don’t fit?! Boobs are kind of a joke between us though, so I feel like if I just blurt it out then he will start saying ‘boobie cancer’ over and over at me and we will just end up laughing and he’ll think I’m kidding.

Sam is also my roommate? I don’t know if that matters here? I also haven’t gone to a doctor yet, but there isn’t anything else this can be, right? Nothing else just magically makes your boobs hurt and get big?

Robin had made the post at three am the night before while crying and eating Ben and Jerry’s, and she had forced herself to not look at replies all night, even going as far as to shut her phone off entirely.

But now it was the next day, and she had steadfastly ignored the notifications from Reddit all the way through Saturday Brunch and Bitch.

She couldn’t ignore them anymore.

“You’re good if I work a little?” Robin asked, pulling her laptop close to her and carefully angling it so Steve couldn’t see the screen.

“As you wish,” Steve muttered, completely absorbed with whatever dog video he was watching.

“Dingus,” She whispered affectionately, an odd mixture of love and guilt crashing in her chest as she opened the website and logged into her account. She had over a thousand notifications now, and the comments were still rolling in as she opened her post and scrolled down.

Endofthebeginningoftheend

OP are you sure you’re not in love with Sam

Grapenuts Dude she said she’s a lesbian

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Robin rolled her eyes. She had expected that, but she didn’t expect it to be the top comment. She quickly scrolled past.

Cheercaptainfromhell

OP I would definitely go to a doctor before anything else!

SmeddieSmunson Seriously how has she gotten this far without going to a doctor??

The answer was easy. Robin was terrified of doctors. Why go to a doctor when Steve had EMT training?

Because in this instance she couldn’t ask Steve for help.

Robin kept scrolling.

Frenchiefreis

You might be pregnant honestly…I would take a test first

Headphilosopher She’s a lesbian so I doubt it, but pregnancy can also cause those symptoms-

Robin snorted to herself, side eyeing Steve to make sure he didn’t look up when she did.

Did everyone just ignore the part where she said she was a lesbian?

…was Robin ignoring the part where being a lesbian didn’t mean fuck all when it came to her chances of getting pregnant?

Yes she was ignoring it because it was once just once and they had barely even gotten to do anything at all and-

Robin scrolled again, growing more and more desperate

Rummingbird

That doesn’t really sound like breast cancer to me My mom had similar things happen when she was pregnant though-

Another scroll. Another flutter of her heart.

No. It wasn’t that. She was dying. Dying was bad but the idea that she was…that she could be…

HyllyBRd

OP have you considered that you might be pregnant? I know that you’re a lesbian, but if you’ve had penetrative sex in the last month then you might want to consider-

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Robin gasped as the memory hit her, closing the reddit tab with a slam of her finger on the mouse pad, her entire body starting to softly shake as she panic opened a google tab.

Boobs hurt????

Not exactly the most scientific way of phrasing that question, but Robin needed an answer that didn’t involve nine long months of what the fuck. Luckily there was a read more question that got right to the heart of the issue.

What kind of breast pain indicates pregnancy?

It was going to say something completely different to what she had, and Robin was going to laugh, and then she would turn to Steve and let him know she was dying of boobie cancer.

It wasn’t going to be the same.

It wasn’t.

Robin looked at the screen.

Fuller. Sorer. Tingly pain that felt unlike anything else. Aka exactly what she had.

Robin’s fingers moved on autopilot, asking another question of Google

How late should my period be before I worry?

Worrying about what? She knew about what, but she couldn’t bring herself to type it, she couldn't even think of that word yet.

Google said after a week of missing your period it was time to see a doctor. Robin’s period was over three weeks late.

And a month ago-

A month ago…

“Fuck you’re so tight,” The woman above her whispered. Robin whimpered, unable to help herself as the stretch-

“I need to use the bathroom.” She blurted out, slamming her laptop shut and practically throwing it off of her, stomach twisting into knots.

“I’ll tell you what I tell my students Bobbin,” Steve said, barely looking up and completely unaware of her meltdown, “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go take care of your bodily functions,”

“Oh, shut up,” Robin replied, laughing breathlessly. It was such a stupid joke, such a meaningless stupid joke. But it was safe, and it was familiar, and if the sneaking suspicion creeping down Robin’s spine was true, then nothing would be safe and familiar again for a very long time.

She stood up, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as she walked by, just because that was familiar too and she needed it. Steve hummed, leaning over to bonk his head against her tummy as she passed him.

A bonk on the tummy that may or may not be-

Nope. It was a no. It was definitely a no. There was no possible way.

Robin was going to be sick.

She basically flew the last few steps to the bathroom, managing to lock it tight before she threw up in the sink. It was disgusting, and messy, and she pushed the tap on before kneeling down at the porcelain throne and continuing to hurl.

I need Steve.

It wasn’t even really a thought. She couldn’t think while throwing her guts up, that was an experience that required every bit of her attention and mind power.

No, not a thought, just an instinctual message from the universe, a pull from somewhere deep inside her that felt like more than just a truth.

Because Robin didn’t need Steve because she was throwing up. Or because she thought she might have boob cancer.

Robin needed Steve because she knew she was pregnant.

“Fuck me,” She groaned, leaning back from the toilet only to lean forward once more as the rest of brunch came back up.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #st drabble #robin buckley #mombin #platonic stobin #Steve and robin #robin and steve #tw: vomit #tw: vomiting #tw: mentions of cancer

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your yan!noritoshi is so wisnwonwpwjw RAAAHHHH going absolutely feral ... i want him . ive had so many thoughts abt him as like a yandere n then i saw your art n absolutely lost it /pos

IM ALL EARS, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD FUCK OKAY, HOLD ON, I ALSO HAVE SOME RAMBLES AND THOUGHTS ABOUT YANDERE NORITOSHI BUT IM GOING TO PUT THEM UNDER THE CUT.

I AM IN NO WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR UNLEASHING MY TJOUGHTS OFFICER. IT WAS MY GLORIOUS CULT MEMBER RIGHT HERE.

MERRY OCTOBER YALL

[disclaimer: im not a writer, but I want to get better. think of this as my practice. it ended up being so fucking long, but i swear it's just rambles, not a fic]

[warning for blood under the cut? keep that in mind for future posts]

OKAY LETS GO.

Bro ok so. if I'm not too delusional (yet) and don’t see him as a yandere, then this guy (Noritoshi) is still a strict fuck. he'd put you on the same level of importance as his clan if not a bit higher. but only by a bit. Your relationship would gradually bloom into something meaningful to him that he’d cherish you wholeheartedly. Only then would you grow in importance to Noritoshi significantly. He'd keep his resolve and all those healthy green flags. Because honestly? Noritoshi is just a green flag, he's so sweet..

But let's twist that into a yandere setting. I don't even need to twist too much, Noritoshi as a yandere is way too fitting.

Noritoshi was abandoned by his mother as a child, thereby fueling his lifelong goals to do as she said and bring her back. He didn't even think on his own accord, nor did he try to find a different way, or even follow her! He accepted his fate and made it his mission to accomplish the goal he was given. Despite the intense pressure of his worth being determined by an ability he was born with and the high expectations from the Kamo clan, he perseveres. That is until [spoilers] Noritoshi is exiled by his clan because of some Kenajku shit. All his hard work and future goals were ripped away from him without a second thought in an instant. Noritoshi was always the second thought time and time again, and now left as a man with nothing but the failure of his desired future.

That wasn't even the yandere part, that was all canon, what the fuck.

Yandere Noritoshi is the type to cling to scraps... He reminds me of an obsessive and protective yandere. obsessive about you because you become his everything.. his goal, his will to keep going, the light at the end of the tunnel. he wants all of you, from the best parts of you to your worst. He's also protective, because he cant handle losing yet another person so important to him. He'd rather tear himself apart than lose you.

He also seems mostly self-aware but can overthink to the point of delusion. For example, you pat him on the back and tell him he did a great job on something. He knows it's nothing to dwell on, but why does he feel like there's more to your words? Should he read in between the lines? but there's only one line! From then on, his mind would reel until he landed on a favorable conclusion. You meant that he was the only one who did great. The others paled in comparison in your eyes therefore you must favor Noritoshi in some way.. right?

Since Noritoshi was pretty deprived of any emotional support, you won't even have to try too hard to get his heart thumping. If you were to give him even just a bit more attention and care than the average person, like making sure he's eating alright or remarking that he's paler than usual after restocking his blood bags, he's hooked. He's self-aware enough to realize his blooming fondness for you is one-sided, so he simply admires you. that is, at the start. Note that Noritoshi is still new to these feelings so he's.. awkward. It's really cute.

Though these moments were cute to you, they slowly became horribly blissful to Noritoshi. Poor you, completely unaware of how you're slowly corrupting him in, what he thinks, is the best way possible just by giving him your attention. He thinks you're the last and only person still believing in him, so much so that everything and everyone else slowly becomes minuscule in the grand seam of things. He feels happy around you, like he matters, like he has someone to trust, like he has someone who won't abandon him. Because of this, he sees you as a new goal. A new hope. Failing you is not an option. Disappointing you is not an option. Hell, even a frown from you is unacceptable in his eyes.

Noritoshi tries to cling to you at this point in his own way... He enjoys it when you speak to him, or even sit next to him, so much so that he seeks you out when you're not there. You'd feel eyes boring holes into the back of your head, a sense of being followed, sometimes seeing your shadow accompanied by another, every time you turn around to be surprised by a familiar face. His footsteps are so quiet that you barely notice Noritoshi walking around.

Unfortunately, due to Noritoshi’s inexperience, the only way he knows how to impress people is by being “perfect” a.k.a. his strict, pain in the ass, annoying heir shtick. He would be the type to get on your case, scold, coddle, nitpick, correct you, and practically look like he's trying to bully you when in reality he's trying to hear praise from you for "helping" you. He’s waiting for you to see the affection and adoration behind his nagging, is he not being obvious enough? oh well, at least your eyes are on him for now. When most people in Noritoshi's life have either put him second or flat-out abandoned him, he's satisfied with anything he can get from you. Though he'd prefer praise, the thought of your attention being given to another even for a second makes his stomach feel like it's tying in knots, so he settles for your annoyed tuts and glares.

Of course, after a while, you'd get tired of this and tell him to knock it off. Or some variation of what a decent human being would do like, “Do whatever you want, but don't meddle in people's business.”

You KNOW he's going to be picking that apart in the middle of the night while looking up at the ceiling. What did you mean by that? Do you mean ANYTHING he wants? As long as he doesn’t bother anyone? Were you talking about yourself and everyone in general? Were you talking about someone specific? Did you leave it up for him to decide? Thoughts and questions circle in his head until he twists your words enough into something that he favors again. Ah, you allow him to do whatever he wants so long as he doesn't get in your way. But he wants to be alongside you... Did you mean in your way to the point of annoyance? Noted. From then on, Noritoshi's strictness softened into light nagging and bearable hovering. He'd knock it off completely through gritted teeth and furrowed brows if you threatened him with the silent treatment. He'll slowly start it up again until you begin ignoring him, only then will he get the hint and relax a bit. only until next time, of course.

The intensity of Noritoshi's coddling can fluctuate depending on your actions. (recklessness, obedience, shyness, etc.) it's his love language.

It's a completely different story if someone else decides to nag you as Noritoshi does... If someone scolds you, Noritoshi's on the offense. He's known for his occasional bluntness and sassy remarks, but this time... He's contradicting himself all in an attempt to get the other person to back away. If the one scolding you brings up points Noritoshi used in the past, he firmly denies them all and stands by your side. He'd rather sound hypocritical than let someone else care for you the way he does. Noritoshi stands in front of you, almost guarding you with his body and begins his barrage of deflective comments through his clenched jaw such as “That's not your place to say” “Shut it, they did no wrong.” “You don't know the reason why they did so, leave them alone.” and other things similar to that. Jeez, take your advice Noritoshi.. He’d argue and become antagonistic towards someone scolding you, even if it's exactly what he was about to do.

The same goes for someone who tries to be gentle with you to a lesser degree. It's nice that people see how wonderful you are, but having your smiles and kind words directed at anyone else other than Noritoshi is... Upsetting. The resentment gradually pools in the pit of his stomach and suddenly finds himself impulsively moving towards you and this "friend." He stands in between you and the kind person, trying his best to conceal his sneers. He wants nothing more than to have the third party get swallowed up by the ground or hit by a car, but he keeps his composure. Noritoshi sternly states how he’ll handle everything from then on and gives the third party a glare that's much more hateful than usual… Finally! Noritoshi has you to himself again! All is right in the world once more...

Noritoshi has always been on a very tight rope... Any wrong step and it’s going to snap. The more Noritoshi gets attached to you, the easier it is to convince himself that it's okay to cross certain lines to make sure you're safe with him. Even if that line he’s crossing, includes murder. It'd happen quicker if he caught feelings after the whole incident with the Kamo clan. You'd be the only thing he has left, the only thing he'd cling onto with every fiber of his being, emotionally and sometimes physically.

And like every fairy tale, a problem unconventionally shows itself much to Noritoshi's dismay... Noritoshi is shown to be prideful at times. Because of this, he'd try to conceal his more embarrassing emotions and reactions towards you. He wants to be seen as someone strong you can rely on, a steady pillar to your stability, someone who will do anything you wish at the drop of a hat, but it’s almost impossible to execute when he feels like he's nothing but putty in your hands at the slightest sign of positive reciprocation.

If Noritoshi felt his face heating up because your laugh caught him off guard, he'd turn his head to hide how that simple action made him nearly melt into mush. If your hand brushed against his, he'd quickly swipe it away. Not because he doesn't want to touch you, but because you'd feel how shaky and sweaty his palms got with just a graze. Noritoshi's gaze always lingers on his bow if you ever touch it causing his aim to decline in accuracy significantly.

He mentally curses himself out every time he pulls away from you because he knows he's sending mixed signals. Noritoshi loves you endlessly, but please spare his fragile heart. Your presence overwhelms him like no other, and he's utterly conflicted on how to act. He can handle being by your side like he wants, but the second your 100% focus is on him and only him, he’ll start to squirm under your gaze. Noritoshi wants to impress you! Stop being so mesmerizing for just a second so he can gather his thoughts and not embarrass himself! A-ah, but don't look away!!!

Tl;dr Noritoshi as a yandere is needy and petty as hell, but will explode if he gets an ounce of affection! He’s also! A creepy hopeless romantic who sends you mixed signals!

#kamo noritoshi #kamo noritoshi x reader #yandere kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi kamo x reader #yandere noritoshi kamo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #i love the energy #the enthusiasm you have is a beautiful thing to see in someone #i also love yandere noritoshi #personally i like softer yanderes that wouldn't intentionally do harm to their darling #even then i doubt noritoshi would even hurt his darling at all #I WROTE SO FUCKING MUCH #RHHRJFG I WANT TO SAY MORE BUT ILL SAVE IT FOR FUTURE POSTS.#I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE THIS WASN'T JUST ME CURSING AND KEYBAORD MSASHING #yan noritoshi is also not above stalking. sending love letters. studying you. and all those definate green flags #WHY CANT I SHUT THE FUCK UP #ITS BC THIS TOPIC ENTERTAINS ME #TY ANON FOR BRINGING IT UP #SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND LET ME TALK ABOUT THIS AND BOUNCED IDEAS BACK AND FORTH WITH ME THAT ONE TIME #I LOVE YOU FOREVER #now im not saying that every noritoshi in my entire blog is supposed to be seen as still yan noritoshi.. but if you were to think that.#i wouldnt deny it #yanderes arent insane all the time.. so think the cute stuff he does to be the dere... i need to draw the yan more often.. we'll get there.#and if youre wondering #NGL I ATE ON THIS DRAWING. FUCK. IT CAUSE MY PC TO FREEZE SO MANY TIMES BUT THE WORLD HAS TO KNOW ABT YAN NORITOSHI

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kittyit · 1 year

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This is a long and loaded ask so feel free to delete but it's completely earnest

I've been a radfem for about 3-4 years now (radfemhagen but I got termed) and honestly I still struggle w genuine dysphoria. All the reading, critical thinking, talking w detrans women is definitely eye opening and helped me but it hasn't healed me of my ~gender feels~ if you know what I mean. I remember trying to get tips from other blogs but all I remember was something about doing physical labor with other women or just being around other women but that isn't helping either, I'm so disgusted by my female body and how I'm seen (especially by men and especially as a lesbian) and it's just getting worse. I've been thinking about going on a low dose of T even but I know there's other options to coping, like there HAS to be SOMETHING. I can't just will it out anymore.

Help a gyn out

this and it's probably better saved for an essay but i felt moved to respond to you straight up. i'm going to explain three really important parts of my journey to a place where i almost never experience the intense and life-disrupting distress around my sex (diagnosed as dysphoria) except in times of extreme stress, and even then it's fleeting.

one essential thing i did was stop thinking of transition as an option for myself. this is something i see a lot of detrans/desisted women struggle with. i think this is a mental trap. "if i don't feel better in x amount of time or when i do x, i'll transition" removes the urgency and necessary nature of working through the distress around your sex. i've written in a few pieces about when my girlfriend max asked me to not do it 3 days before my first t shot, it genuinely felt like the last light in a dark harbor going out. i felt utterly hopeless. i felt like my last solution had been taken from me and i would never feel better.

i came to my decision to never pursue transitional medicine first through listening from my girlfriend and other detrans women. to take seriously the pain & trauma detrans women go through. to listen when they said this did not help me, this was not help, it did not fix these feelings of distress. to listen to detrans women is to understand that transitional medicine is an unethical practice being done by unethical practitioners. it's also to understand that this solution is not what it's presented as. taking these women's experiences and analysis seriously meant ruling it out as a coping mechanism for myself, ever. but there are so many reasons to make the decision not to participate in transition medicine - political & practical. not giving money to surgeons who traffic in literal female flesh. not wanting to risk all of the under-studied, ignored negative long-term health effects. not wanting to signal to the women around you that there is no way to survive as a woman like you without transitional medicine. defiance of new patriarchal expectations for women like you. defiance of the pressures that tell you that this is the thing that will make you feel better - like makeup, like labiaplasty, like breast implants, like an elective double mastectomy. defiance in general.

so the first thing was to stop thinking of transitioning as an option. i said no. the second thing was to stop thinking of my distress as dysphoria. to un-diagnose myself with this word that means i need to take T and get a mastectomy and undergo phalloplasty to have a chance of ever being happy. you mention disgust for your body, you mention disgust for how you're seen by men and as a lesbian. disgust for yourself on these points is anger at patriarchy, lesbian-hating society & men turned inward on yourself instead of the people who deserve it. it's an impulse of someone dealing with oppression to blame one's self for it and think there are things we can do to escape it. it's no different than a woman trapped in domestic violence obsessing over what she could have done differently to not set him off this time - the right dinner, place setting, clothing & tone. the idea that woman- and lesbian-hating can be escaped as easily as transitional medicine claims it can is simply not true. the experiece of a woman who passes as a man is another exerperience of womanhood, still under the bell jar of misogyny.

what helped me with these feelings of distress was pinpointing exactly where they came from and what they meant. i know this isn't helpful for everyone. but it's almost like going deeper and deeper on the feeling make it more and more clear what needed to be addressed. here's one spiral to the center: i want to chop off my tits → why? → i hate my breasts → why? → they feel ugly and disgusting → why? → i got them so young, they're so large and people stare → why does that bother you? → i feel so ugly and out of place → why does that bother you? → i feel so alone and worthless → how do you feel? → i feel lonely → what do you need? → i need connection.

"i want to chop off my tits" is not a coherent feeling - every human alive has complex reasons for the things they say, think and do. if you can get to the bottom of where these sensations and feelings and disturbances diangosed as dysphoria are coming from, you can figure out how to address them. what is the feeling at the bottom, what is going unaddressed? and quite honestly a lot of the time it's not an easy answer. sometimes the answers are super hard to grapple with. sometimes the need cannot be fulfilled or are very difficult to fulfill. but once you've decided that transition is not on the table, the quest to find those answers becomes a lot more essential.

this isn't something anyone is really meant to do alone. when i hear you say you hate being seen as a lesbian and how men treat you, i hear an inherent isolation in that. i could be wrong, i know a lot of people can still feel lonely when they have a strong support system, but i would say the majority of women do not have the kind of friend group and number of connections they need to be socially supported. so another big part of this is breaking out of isolation and being around other women who "get it" - whether virutally or in real life. humans are a pack animal and this is an isolating age.

so that's my three parter to your question

1. say no to transitional medicine

2. undiagnose yourself with dysphoria and instead figure out why you're feeling what you're feeling

3. seek out friendship, community, and ways of thought that can help you address those feelings

#also I have a dysphoria tag with lots of other Women’s thoughts!!#dysphoria #detrans #d/r #detransition

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gingerjolover · 2 months

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been in my naomi vibes as of late, would luv to see a smut of naomi for v-day 🎀 possibly involving a lingerie fashion show as you’ve discussed on your page before. luv ur writing 🫶

oh haiiii

so i had this as a whole fic and it.. got deleted

so i shall summarize

RPF smut under da cut, minors gtfo<3 (im so srs)

okay so a long time ago i mentioned that (canonically) naomi calls soft!gf "babydoll" bc of their obsession with buying soft!gf lingerie

and we shall divulge in this however it should be known that naomi did not start buying you lingerie right out the gate okay?

it all started when you and naomi started dating, you didn't uhaul honestly, i feel like naomi is really into their space and environment and it takes a lot of effort for nomi to either move or allow big changes in their space

it starts because naomi bought you a bunch of pajama sets for their apartment

and this just became a thing like naomi would see a cute set online or even on the road and just get it and mail it home for you or whatever

and eventually after a little bit you find out naomi's love for you in lingerie (im thinking it was a lace top and jeans situation that naomi just could not keep it in their pants) and thats when the babydoll thing starts

not the naomi starts off conservatively, but it's really the act of taking it off of you that excites them

but eventually they realize that you find some confidence when they worship you in it so they start to put more effort into what the color is, the type of material, the fit of the set, how easy is it to put on and take off, can the top be worn with jeans in public, and so on and so forth

and this isn't a weekly or even monthly thing, it really is only for special occasions or when naomi wants to spice things up

it's pretty much expected on either of your birthdays, valentines day, and your anniversary to find a big black box with a ribbon tied around it on your bed waiting for you

and maybe because muna has been so busy, naomi hasn't bought any in a while so there's like three or four boxes the night before valentines day

and naomi has the cockiest shit-eating grin on their face, probably in a pair of loose cargos or joggers, a grey crewneck on as they lounge on the bed, hands behind their head

"go on babydoll, show me what ya got," comes out of their mouth, and if you didn't love them sm you'd roll your eyes

and naomi carefully curated the lingerie for valentines this year, like there's a style you really like, a color that compliments your skin, one that is unique and you haven't tried before, and maybe a risky one that naomi didn't know if you'd be interested in

"need help?" naomi would call, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, manspreading with their hands clasped

"no, give me a sec," you'd reply, slipping on the first one

and one by one you'd come out of the bathroom, naomi letting out a low whistle or pretending to faint or fanning themselves, trying to hype you up

they always hold a hand above you, spinning you gently before kissing your hand, rough hands running up and down your sides

naomi is rubbing your hips, groaning softly, "look at you baby doll, goddamn," before pulling you between their legs kissing you softly

naomi ushers you back to the bathroom with a sweet tap on your ass, pushing you softly

but the last one, it's probably a babydoll style but has a bunch of cut outs or is like completely see through

and it's less about the lingerie like i said before, there is something so intimate about this experience for the two of you, both getting some type of boost from it

but this one is like... intensely horny, like you gasp pulling it out of the box bc its almost unholy

and it's probably in a soft pink or dark red or white, one that would compliment your skin tone well (but there's not a ton of fabric to begin with like its mostly frills and sheer)

and you walk out of the bathroom, a tiny bit insecure because it's just SO different than the usual ones

and naomi's reaction is new, its a full jaw drop, absolute shock to the system as naomi literally stutters

there's no witty comment, no annoying whistle or anything, they just stare at you jaw slack

"oh- no, no, don't cover up, get your cute ass over here... holy shit," naomi says, still shocked but noticing your nervousness. and you walk over gently, and even for the room thats literally vibrating in sexual tension and insanely horny energy, naomi just brushes some hair out of your face and cups your cheek, "you look so pretty babydoll," and it's so tender and affectionate you could sob

and honestly, kinda a blur but it takes naomi approximately .5 seconds to rip it off of you before they are buried between your legs

like never ate a meal before/drinking from the fountain of youth shit naomi is literally devouring you

and by the second orgasm (from their tongue alone) naomi's sweating bro, ripping off their crewneck and then laying on the bed, pulling down their pants just enough bc of fucking course they were packing all day in preparation

and look if naomi is using a strap, you're bouncing okay? they call you bunny for a reason

but it's almost frenzied, like you both know what you need to do

small glances and shy smiles are exchanged, both speaking with your eyes to make sure that everything is still good between you both and everything is consensual and chill and feeling good

one of naomi's hands grips your hip as they help guide you down onto the strap, the other rubbing your ass softly

"good job bunny, that's my girl," they whisper, a proud cocky smirk on their face as yours contorts

and naomi is so calm the whole time, letting you move around how you need to so you can get off

right as your about to cum again, naomi has a hand in your hair, bringing your face to theirs

"good job bunny, what do you have to say? hm?" naomi asks, breathy and whispery as your legs shake

"thank you for- the clothes," you mumble, your nose rubbing against theirs sweetly, but your panting as their fingers tug a little harder at the root of your hair

"good job bunny, let go," naomi whispers, letting you release, your face in their neck as they rub your back gently

also naomi is the king of aftercare i said it once i'll say it again

and yes they tore that last set to pieces! what did you expect! you're hot!

#anon cutie #boygenius x reader #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson smut #the way i type is... so annoying?#dont take a shot everytime i say literally or like or kinda or capitalize a random word bc youll die #ugh #gingy's cupid shuffle #gingy's blurb night #SHUT UP GINGY #i need therapy and a cold shower #goodnight everyone <3

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g4sstationdr-gs · 6 months

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Blood Splattered Teardrops

ghostface!sam x reader. reader is afab. warnings; smut, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, knife-play, blindfolding, blood, murder, obsession, manipulation.

word count - 5,397

NOT PROOFREAD

a/n; this took so long for no reason and is low key bad but..

Chapter Three

You dial Sam’s number and wait anxiously for him to pick up. Your mind is racing and you don’t know how you didn’t piece it together sooner. Sam finally picks up and you sit up straight. “Y/N?” He says and his voice comes out concerned. “Sam, I know who did it.” You say and Sam feels his blood run cold. “What?” He asks, trying to keep his voice calm.

“I know who killed Josh.” You stand up and start to pace around your room. “It was him. The guy from last night. He was there.”

You say. He nervously shifts his body as he listens to your response. He doesn’t think you know that it’s him. Right? Sure, it’s slightly suspicious that he ran off and didn’t come back for a while, but he has a good excuse.

“He was there? Are you alright?” He asks, worry evident in tone. He knows you’re fine, he didn’t hurt you. He couldn’t bring himself to ever hurt you. You give a simple ‘mhm’ on the other end of the line and he lets out a sigh of relief. “Well how do you know he was there? Did you see him?” He asks

You feel yourself blush and you clear you throat “um.. I know he was there because we kind of… had sex?” You say in the form of a question. You brace yourself for his reaction, which you know it’s going to be good. He’s probably make his way to your house to yell at you.

“You did what?” His tone is full of anger and shock. “Are you fucking crazy?!” He yells into the phone and you have to hold it away from you a bit. You tell his chest his heaving as he breathes based on the way he’s huffing into the phone. “Y/N. Were talking about someone that broke into your house is possibly stalking you and killed Josh! And you.. what? Wanted to get laid so bad you chose him?” His tone irritated.

You stop your pacing and your brows furrow. Did he just say that to you? “Excuse me? You have no idea what’s going in my head right now! Why would you say that?” You yell back at him. Where is this coming from? Sam doesn’t usually talk like this so it’s shocking to you.

He scoffs. “That’s honestly sad. I’ve done everything I can to comfort you and try to keep you safe and you go and sleep with him.” He throws the insult at you. You feel anger bubble in your gut. You’re very rarely angry at Sam, but right now he’s acting like a dick. You take a deep breath to collect yourself before you yell at him.

“What is your problem? I can do anything that I want.” You say sternly. You expected some sort of a reaction out of him, but never this. “Can we talk about how he killed someone and not about how we had sex!” You just want to talk to him about it so you can figure out what to do next. Obviously the cops are going to talk to you both soon and you want to communicate with him.

You hear him scoff. “Sure. Was it before or after he fucked you?” He says smugly. That was the last straw for you. You hang up the phone and turn it on silent. You angrily toss it onto the dresser and flop down onto your bed. You feel like screaming and cussing him out but you don’t have the energy. You don’t know where all this is coming from, but it’s pissing you off.

You decide that you just need to sleep it off and that you’ll talk about it in the morning when he picks you up. You roll over and turn the desk lamp off, and the dark takes over your room. You close your eyes and try to sleep but your mind is consumed with the events that went down.

All you can think about is the way he kissed you. The way he touched you. The feeling of his hands on you, the way his lips felt against yours. You huff and turn over to the other side. You shouldn’t be thinking about it. It should be just a one and done thing, but you’re dwelling on it. Every time you close your eyes you think about it. You know it’s going to be a long night of restless sleep.

You wake up in the morning with a headache and you can feel the bags under your eyes. You throw the covers off of you and sluggishly walk to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and do the normal things you do to get ready for school. Your mom has breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. You eat it and take some medicine for your headache. You make your way outside to wait for Sam.

Some time passes and he hasn’t shown up yet. You chew on your bottom lip and look up and down the street, expecting to see him. He’s ten minutes late at this point and you’re at risk of being late for school. “Asshole.” You say and go back inside the house to have your mom drive you to school. You know how stubborn Sam could be, but you also know that he’ll talk to you eventually. You arrive at school and thank your mom.

You start to search around for Sam, but you can’t find him. You want to talk to him about what happened at the party and on the phone, but since he didn’t pick you up this morning you couldn’t. You get the feeling that he’s avoiding you after last night. You sigh and you round the corner when you spot him, except it’s not what you expected to see. He’s making out with Taylor, one of the popular girls in your grade. You freeze and you feel you heart drop. He has his hands on her waist and he’s holding her against him. You feel your chest burn with jealously, which surprises you.

You’ve always felt something when it came to Sam, but you’ve always brushed it off and saw it as a certain connection you two have as best friends. Now you’re realizing the full truth. You have feelings for him. Your heart pumps in your chest as you stare at Sam kissing her. Any hope you had of him liking you disappears. You wanted to talk things out with him but he wants to make out with some girl.

You turn on your heel, your sneakers screeching along the floor as you do so. You know that Sam most likely heard it, and is looking at you right now, but you don’t care. It shouldn’t matter to you, you had sex with some other guy and you had the right to. Just like Sam has the right to kiss anyone he wants. That’s what’s frustrating you. You know that you shouldn’t react like this, but you are.

You walk into your class room and immediately everyone starts staring at you. You hear the hushed words and take in the looks os disgust and some of sympathy. You take a seat at your desk and try to focus on getting your stuff out of you bag. The whispers continue and you feel your eyes burn with tears.

“She definitely killed him. She was the last one seen with him. plus, he texted her. The cops have all the proof they need.” One of the girls, Jessi whispers. Everyone looks at you and start whispering to one another. You know the way it must seem to everyone. If you weren’t a victim yourself, you’d probably blame you too.

You sigh and lay your head down. The past few days have been a blur of events and emotions. You’re tired and wish things would go back to the way they were before. Sam sits next to you in this class, but right now you’re not all that excited to see him. You already feel the headache forming again and know it’s going to be a long day.

The bell rings and you hear Sam sit in the seat next to you. You look up at the teacher as she starts to teach the class. You can feel Sam’s eyes on you, but you don’t look at him. You’re shaking your leg anxiously and he notices that. You just want to get out of here and go home. “Y/N.” Sam whispers and you turn your head slightly to look out of the corner of your eyes.

He’s holding out a piece of paper in your direction. You glance towards the teacher and you take it from him. You open it and you read it. “I’m sorry.” It says. With a little sad face next to it. You look over at him and he gives you a pouty face. You roll your eyes and look back towards the teacher. A few seconds later another piece of paper is thrown on your desk.

You open this one with a sigh and your heart squeezes when you read it. “I’m serious. I shouldn’t have said what I did. Can we talk?” You look over at him and he mouths “please.” You look back at the paper and flip it over. You write “After class” on it and hand it to him. You see him grin and shove it in his pocket.

You focus on class the rest of the time. Knowing that you’re going to talk to Sam after eases your anxiety a bit. He gives giving you notes that has doodles on them and you can’t help but smile. You can’t be mad at him for too long, and you know he’s truly sorry for what he said. The class comes to an end and you gather your things.

Sam is waiting outside of the classroom for you. He smiles and walks you to your locker. He opens his mouth to speak when you feel someone bump into you, causing you to drop your things. You look up and see Leigh, one of Jessi’s friends snickering. You roll your eyes and bend down to pick them up when you hear one of them mutter “murderer.” Before walking away.

Sam tenses and glares at them. You straighten again and press your head against the locker door. “What was that about? Have they been bothering you?” He asks. You can tell by his tone and how tense he is that he’s mad. You nod and grab your textbook from the top of your locker. “They were whispering about me before last class started. It doesn’t matter, everyone is gonna talk and point fingers.” You say quietly before you turn to him.

He leans against the locker and smiles softly at you. “I really am sorry for what I said last night. I was just worried and stressed out and I said stuff before I thought about it. You didn’t deserve that, I know that you’re just as scared and confused as everyone else. You don’t have to explain yourself unless you really want to. I won’t ask questions, as long as you’re safe.” He says. You can tell that it’s slightly awkward for him to apologize, because he doesn’t do it often. That just makes it all the more real. You smile at him. “Thank you. I appreciate it. And I am safe. Don’t worry.” You shut your locker.

“Just don’t leave me hanging in my driveway again to make out with Taylor.” You say and you watch as the smile on his face drops. He runs his hand through his hair. “About that-“ You cut him off by shaking your head. “It’s fine. I don’t want to hear about it. I’ll see you later.” You turn to go to your next class and leave Sam standing there. You’re glad you got to talk but you’re still slightly hurt.

Sam watches as you walk away until you disappear from view. He turns his attention to the girls that were bothering you earlier. He walks in their direction. He passes by them and he mutters “Sluts.” They both gasp and look at him. He just smirks and walks away. He knows who he’s going after next.

In your next class you’re talking to your friends Ellie and Cata when a police officer walks in and ask to speak with you. You knew it was coming sooner or later but it’s still embarrassing when the room goes silent everyone looks at you. Cata gives you a smile and whispers “good luck.” You smile back and get up to follow the officer.

He brings you into the office where the principal and another officer is. You sit down and give your statement. “Me and Josh were together at the beginning of the party, i’d say for like two or three hours. Then my friend came and got me to show me something outside. That’s when Josh was alone-“ The officer cuts you off. “Which friend?” He asks.

“Sam. He brought me outside to show me the stars. Then he went back inside to get us drinks and didn’t come back, so I went inside again. I actually don’t know where he went..” You say and your mind starts to race. Where did Sam go? Before you can dwell on it anymore the officer asks you what you did when you went back inside.

You take a breath. “I started looking for Sam when I got a text from Josh. He was telling me to go upstairs, so I did. But it wasn’t actually Josh up there. It was someone else, I don’t know who because they were wearing a mask.” You say and the officers exchange a look. “Are you the girl who was attacked the other night?” One of them asks and you nod.

You watch as the officer writes something on his sheet. You’re starting to get anxious. “What happened when you saw the person?” The officer asks. You don’t know if you should tell the truth, because it’ll look bad on your part to say you had sex with someone who tried to attack you. They’ll think you’re crazy, and maybe you are. You shift in the seat. “I um.. I ran. And I hid. After a while I finally went back downstairs and that’s when Sam found me again, and took me home.” You finish speaking and wait for the officer to stop writing.

He looks up and he dismisses you from the office. You walk out and you feel too anxious to go back home. You ask the front desk lady to call your mom to come pick you up. Your head hurts, you’re shaking and you want to cry. When your mom arrives she feels your forehead to see if you’re sick and helps you put your stuff in the car. The car ride is silent on the way home. She understands you’re stressed and scared, and you don’t have to explain it to her. You know that when you get home, you’re going to take the best nap of your life.

Nothing happens over the next few days. Theres been no other killings, or not spotting of the masked man. Everyone thinks that maybe he got scared he was going to get caught and stopped. But you have a feeling in your gut that it’s not even close to the end. Your mom snaps you out of your thoughts when she calls your name. You look up at her and she hands you a cookie. “Me and your father have to go to one of our friends birthday gathering tomorrow night. You’ll be safe, correct? You now know the password to the weapons safe.” She says and looks at you with a pointed look.

You smile and take a bite of the cookie. “I’ll call Sam over to hangout with me.” You say and she smirks. “About Sam. You’re with him a lot. Do you.. like him?” You blush and choke on the cookie. “Mom!” You yell and cover your face. She laughs and leans against the counter. “What? I’m just asking. You have other friends you know? Not just Sam.” She says and gives you another look.

You shake your head and get off of the stool. “I’m going to my room.” You say and you hear her laughing as you go up the stairs. You call Sam when you get up there and ask if he can come over tomorrow night. “Yeah I can. But I might be an hour or two late because I have to help my dad with the stupid house. You’ll be okay for a few right?” He asks. The thought of being alone scares you a bit. But you won’t tell him that.

“Yeah, I should be fine. Thanks, Sam.” You say and you hang up the phone. You bite the inside of your lip as you think of the possibilities of the man showing up. If he hasn’t been around, maybe he hasn’t had a motive to show up? You shake your head to rid of the thoughts. You know thinking about it will only stress you out. Sam will be there for you. And he’d be able to get there before anything happened. Right?

The next night rolls around and your parents leave for the party. You wait up in your room to get the call from Sam that he’s on his way. You play some music and read a book to distract yourself from the feeling you have. You keep looking towards the door and the window anxiously. You sigh and put the book down, knowing you’re not going to be able to focus on it. Time is stretching on as you wait for Sam. He’s usually done with his part of the work quickly.

Instead of Sam hammering away at his fathers house he’s staring at Jessi Minks as she backs away from him in fear. He grips the knife in his hand as he stalks towards her. His mask is already stained with the blood from Leigh, who he’d killed previously.

Jessi tries to back away slowly and look for a way out. She tries to run to the left but Sam swings the knife at her, and it cuts her arm. She stumbles backwards and trips over the table. Sam takes it as an opportunity to grab her. He yanks her towards him and stabs her in the gut. She lets out a cry of pain and Sam leans down into her ear.

“You bitches don’t know how to be nice to anyone, do you? All you do is tear down other girls who are more successful than you, because all you’re busy doing is sleeping around. You want to be a whore so bad, now you’re getting treated like one.” He twists the knife and she lets out a choked yell.

“You fucked with the wrong girl.” He growls before he pulls the knife out. Blood splatters onto the ground and he drops her. Her body hits the floor and blood pools around her. He steps over her body and makes his way out of her house, and towards yours.

You hear the doorbell ring and you jump up. You rush down the stairs and without even thinking, you open the door. Of course you expect to see Sam there but it in fact, is not Sam. Your eyes widen and the masked man tilts his head. “Hi princess.” He says and you go to slam the door.

He puts his foot in between the door frame and he shakes his head, almost disappointingly. “Come on baby. I thought you liked me.” He says and you back away from the door. You notice the blood on his mask and you swallow in fear. “You- you killed someone else.” You say hesitantly.

He chuckles and walks into the house. “Yeah, all for you.” He says and he walks towards you. You continue to back away. “What? You’re still scared of me? I won’t hurt you.” He says lowly and he creeps towards you.

“You couldn’t catch me if I ran.” You say and you stare him down. He chuckles darkly and he stops walking “You think I couldn’t catch you? Really?” He asks and you nod.

He steps back and gestures to the door. “Go ahead then. Run. I’ll give you a head start.”

You eye him and the door. He could easily kill you, you both know that and he’s made it obvious. “Go on.” He says. He starts t get impatient with you standing there, so he starts counting. You suddenly take off towards the door. You swing it open and jump the steps off the porch.

You run to the side of the house and into the backyard. There’s woods covering the area behind your house so you decide to run into them. You don’t know how much of a head start he gave you but if you can get deep enough to hide and still figure a way to get back then you think everything will be okay.

You run until it feels like your lungs are going to collapse. You lead against a large tree and try to slow your breathing and listen for any footsteps. You peak around the tree but it’s too dark to really see anything. You heart is pounding and your hands are shaking. Your breathing finally slows and you look around for a way back.

If you can make it back and call Sam, maybe he could be there before the man comes back. You go to step out from behind the tree when you feel a hand on your wrist. You’re pulled backwards and into his chest. You gasp when you feel his hands on your hips. “Found you. I told you i would, maybe you should listen to me more.” He pulls you closer to him.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask as his hands slide up your body. “Because you’re mine.” He says. His voice is raspy and full of possession. “You can’t deny you felt something the other night. Other than the two orgasms I gave you.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You think this is exciting. You find it thrilling being chased around like this. Having someone completely obsessed with you.” He whispers. His hand slides up to your jaw, tilting your head back. The top of your head rests against his chest as you look up at him.

His hand slides up slightly more until his fingers brush your bottom lip. “You want someone to want you. and i want you. Come on Angel, let me love you. I promise you won’t regret it.” You shake your head. “You’ve killed people- you could hurt me, i can’t date you.” You say. You’re starting to question reality and morals.

He flips you around so you’re facing him and he backs you into a tree. “I killed them for you. Everything i do is for you. I’d never hurt you. I just want to love you.” You look into the masks eyes as he speaks. His words are making your heart skip a beat. He’s right, all you want to be is wanted. If he wants you… then what’s the harm? You doubt you’ll ever fall in love with him, but you can act like it.

“Okay..” You whisper and his hands tighten on your waist. “but no more killing.” You say and he nods. “Alright baby. Unless they do something do you that i don’t like.” He brushes your hair back. You open your mouth to speak but he puts his hand over it. “Don’t argue.” He says lowly.

You put your hand on his wrist and guide his hand away from his mouth. You’re still scared. You have a feeling you always will be. “Do you know which way it is to go back?” You ask him and he turns to look at he the woods around you. “No. but let’s figure it out together, yeah?” He says and he grabs your hand.

You follow him through the woods and back to your house. You know that this is a terrible idea and you should turn him into the police, but some part of you is telling you not to. “Um.. you need to be gone soon because my friend will be here anytime now and he won’t be very happy.” As soon as you say that you realize you probably shouldn’t have. You don’t know hoe he’ll react to another man behind around you.

You tense. “Please don’t hurt him- he’s my best friend, and i promise that he’s not into me.” You panic and rush the words out. He chuckles and shake his head. “I won’t. i’m just gonna take you home then i’ll leave.” He says and you let out a sigh of relief.

He guides you back to your house and you’re surprised that he actually knew the way. He brings you inside and up to your room. He shuts the door and he picks you up. You gasp and place your hands on his shoulders.

He drops you onto your bed and he hovers over you. “You gotta trust me if were gonna make this work, you still look scared of me.” He says and you chew on your bottom lip. “I am. it’s probably going to take me a while to trust you.” You reach your hand up to his mask.

“I don’t even know what to call you, you won’t tell me your name.” You whisper. Your fingers brush against the mask. “Obviously your mask is a ghost of some sort, and the news is calling you Ghostface. So do I call you that? Or Ghost for short?” You ask and he shrugs.

“I like Ghost. It’s unique to you, and I’d like anything you called me.” He says as he places his hand on your thigh. “Would you ever show me what you look like?” You tilt your head slightly and run your hand down the mask until it rests on his chest. You can feel his heart pounding. “One day.” He whispers.

His fingers find your fave and they brush over your cheek. “but for now..” He says and pulls something out of his pocket. You look at it and it’s a piece of cloth. Almost like a blindfold? “This is going on you.” He places it over your eyes and almost as if he senes your panic he shushes you.

“It’s fine. You’re okay.” He says softly as he ties it behind your head. You hear rustling and you feel around for his hands. You find one and you grip onto it. You feel him shift his body, then his lips are pressed to yours. His lips are soft and warm, and they fit perfectly against yours.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you part your lips more. You two quickly find a rhythm in kissing each other. He slides one of his hands up your thigh and to the bottom of your shorts. His fingers slowly inch their way to your core.

He presses them onto you through your shorts and your jolt. He breaks the kiss and moves them to your jaw and down your neck. His fingers rub up and down, hitting your clit every time but not giving it the attention you need. You spread your legs more and he smirks against your neck.

He pulls away from you and repositions you to where your head is on the pillows. He moves down to where he’s laying on his stomach, in between you legs. HIs fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down. He groans when he sees your panties. You expect him to pull them down next, but when you feel something cold press into your hip bone, you know what he’s doing.

He pushes the knife under the fabric and jerks it up so it cuts your panties off. He presses the knife to your clit next and you gasp at the cold sensation, your back arching slightly. He chuckles and kisses the inside of your thighs.

His hand reaches up and his thumb and index fingers grip your chin to pull your mouth open. The next thing you know he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He says and you listen. Your lips wrap around his fingers and your tongue swirls over them. He groans again. “Yeah.. just like that, baby. Can’t wait till that’s my fucking cock.” He says.

His words pull a moan out of you. He moves his fingers deeper into your mouth and his head dips down to your core. He presses his tongue flat against your folds and then licks up until he reaches your clit. You moan again and grind your hips into his face.

His lips wrap around your clit, and his tongue swirls. The pleasure you feel is so intense that it almost makes you want to cry. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and brings them down to push inside of you. His fingers curl into you and he flicks your clit rhythmically.

“oh god-“ You reach down to touch his head. You’re expecting to feel the fabric of his mask but you’re met with the feeling of his hair. You grip it and tug slightly. He grunts against you and that only makes you grind into him again.

"That's it, darling," he praises, his voice thick with desire. As your moans intensify, he continues to curl his two fingers inside you, stretching and filling you while maintaining his assault on your clit with his tongue.

His other hand coming to rest on your thigh as he leans into the pressure of your hips. "Fuck, you're so tight.” His fingers move in and out of you in time with his tongue's assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You gasp and moan. “Don’t stop- please don’t stop i’m close.” Your fingers continue to tug at his hair the pleasure intensifies. "Cum for me, baby," he groans. "Let me feel your pleasure." His tongue laps hungrily at your clit, his fingers flexing inside you.

Your thighs close around his head and yours tilts back in a loud moan. Your pussy clenches his fingers as you cum. His rhythm slows down until you calm down and he stops. He pulls his fingers out and he kisses your clit softly. You jolt at the over sensitive feeling.

“I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up from the bed and walks to your bathroom. You hear the water start running and assume he’s getting a warm washcloth. Your phone dings with a text from whom you think it Sam. You’re too scared to take the blindfold off. You sit up and watch as he comes back out of the bathroom.

He comes back over to you and you feel the wash cloth press against you. “I didn’t have enough time to do this last time.” He says and he gently wipes you clean. He puts the mask back on and unties the blindfold. He hands you your phone. “He’ll be here in fifteen.” His voice is teasing.

You watch as he picks up your shorts and your ripped panties. He slips the panties into his pocket and your lips part in shock. He slips your shorts back onto you and taps your thigh lightly. “There. Now don’t let him touch you, or i will kill him.” He says sternly. Before you can protest he covers your eyes and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Bye Angel.” He mutters and leaves. Just like all the other times you’re left there confused and conflicted. This is going to be one big secret that you don’t know if you’ll be able to keep. You slide off your bed and walk to the mirror. You fix your complexion to make it seem like you didn’t just get done coming over someone’s face.

When you hear Sam pull into the driveway and come to front door, you know it’s going to be a night of acting like everything’s fine.

#sam monroe #ghostface #sam monroe x reader #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #life as a house #hayden christensen x reader

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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h-hi!

I'm completely obsessed with Tighnari (he's my main now) so.. may I ask you a Tighnari x reader x Cyno? if it's okay with you a smut would be perfect 🥺 i just need Tighnari spanking my ass while Cyno enjoys the view and who knows, join as well?

hit that mega slay button for the tighnari mains 🙏

THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG OH MY WORD. this might be my longest piece honestly, good god.

also, ik this does not exactly follow the prompt perfectly but i had this idea in the middle of my anatomy midterm exam and i needed somewhere to put it so....this is what you're getting 😇 enjoy the plot and many words please

cyno and tighnari fuck and tighnari fucks you 👍 if you're not interested in that, scroll away. we support the lgbt community here ty

warnings: dom!cyno, switch!tighnari, switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration/fingering (reader and tighnari receiving ohoho), oral (reader receiving), a little biting, rough sex lol, condom/oil usage 🙏, praising, petnames, a little spanking, orgasm control

cyno gently brushed a hand through tighnari's hair, carding his fingers through the strands as the fennec leaned towards him, resting his head on his lap.

"i can't believe you actually got him to take a break." you murmured in awe as cyno's lips quirked up into the faintest of smiles. "you know, most people would be terrified to nap on the general mahamatra's lap."

"would you be?" cyno asked as you grinned, shaking your head as you continued to work on your report.

"not a chance. you might be all big and scary out in the desert, but all i see now is a big softie cuddling in a blanket." your eyes twinkled with mirth as cyno hummed.

"would you still cuddle me when i am that big scary guy out in the desert?" cyno teased.

you paused to ponder, tapping your finger on your chin. "definitely."

your idle chat seemed to stir tighnari, ears flicking on his head as he stretched out on the sofa. "what are you two going on about now?" he grumbled, sitting up.

"nothing. how was your nap?" you watched tighnari rub the sleepiness from his eyes stifling a yawn.

"actually pleasant for once. usually there's always something or other to come banging on my door to wake me up." cyno smiled a little at this, moving the blanket off to stand up. "where are you going?" tighnari asked with narrowed eyes.

"outside for some fresh air. you got so warm under the blanket, i thought i'd been transported back to the desert." cyno dodged tighnari's hand swatting out towards him, watching him step outside.

it was quiet for a moment as tighnari folded the knit blanket. you cleared your throat, setting your quill down. "you two are cute together."

"who? me and him?" tighnari scoffed, barely hiding his shock. "don't be ridiculous. cyno rarely ever visits. i'd beg to differ that he only visited because you're here." tighnari's eyes flitted over to yours as you pursed your lips, neck feeling warm.

"what makes you say that? besides you two were cuddling this whole time. you can't tell me anything." you watched tighnari's cheeks dust over with red as his ears went flat to his head.

"i heard you two the whole time, you know." tighnari shrugged, standing to put the blanket away. "regardless, i can tell when two people are flirting. you two are so obvious and yet so, so oblivious." he walked off to the kitchen, desperately seeking an excuse to escape that conversation, leaving you flustered at the desk.

you sighed, frustrated as you moved your papers aside. you originally came to visit tighnari with the hopes of finally confessing to him. you hadn't expected cyno to plan a visit at the same time.

you didn't expect to rekindle the attraction you felt for cyno the last time you had seen him.

but it was obvious that they had feelings for one another anyways, so what chance did you have with either one of them? "ahh, stupid, stupid." you lightly smacked your forehead, internally chastising yourself for getting into this predicament.

you let your head flop onto your hand, staring at the lampshade. "what am i gonna do?" you mumbled to yourself, letting your free hand play with the feathers on the quill.

cyno leaned against the doorframe silently, listening in unbeknownst to you, knowing tighnari was doing the same thing in the kitchen.

cyno and tighnari were not unfamiliar with midnight trysts and weekends spent hidden away from the desert in tighnari's comfortable forest home.

though the topic of you always managed to come up, tighnari nervous to confess, afraid that he would ruin your friendship. cyno was simply concerned that you would find the idea of sharing a relationship with two men undesirable.

cyno's observant ruby eyes narrowed as he watched tighnari return from the kitchen with a kettle full of tea.

you raised your head to look at the man, hands shaky as he set the kettle down. "i um, thought you both might be thirsty, so i brewed some tea. you're welcome to have some if you'd like." he offered politely, and you accepted as expected.

tighnari pulled two cups from the cabinet, filling them up to the brim with the bitter smelling tea, sliding the newly purchased sugar pot towards you.

"sugar?" you asked, curiously as tighnari's face turned pink.

"you always complain that my tea isn't sweet enough, and i wouldn't want you to have to drink bitter tea all the time."

"i don't even visit that often, will this sugar really last that long?" you arched your eyebrows.

"well, maybe it's my way of saying that you should come around more often." tighnari forced out quickly, watching your eyes grow wide. your cheeks felt warm to the touch as you accidentally dropped the sugar spoon on the table. "careful!" tighnari reached forward to grab it as you suddenly covered his hand with your own.

"do you...do you really mean that?" you timidly mumbled as tighnari's tail thumped against the carpet, giving away how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

"as long as that's a good thing, then yes. if not, just forget i said it, because i know it's just ridiculous of me to say that and-"

you cut him off by pressing your palms to his cheeks, gently cradling his face. "tighnari, i've had a massive crush on you for like forever."

tighnari's lips fell open in a silent gasp as you leaned towards him across the table, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

cyno watched still from the door, eager to see where this would lead. he was curious when you would ask-

"but what about cyno?" you commented.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, come on. i know you two are a thing." tighnari began to speak, though you cut him off. "don't deny it. not with me, you know i know you."

tighnari seemed uncomfortable as he played with his fingers underneath the table. "it's a bit...complicated. we are together, yes, but i was afraid of confessing because i didn't know how you would see the idea of being in a relationship with both of us."

"both of you? but, cyno likes you, not me. that's just-"

"he's right." cyno finally stepped in, closing the door behind him as you fell silent. "it's been unbearably difficult to lie to your face. i tried dropping hints all the time, but you never picked them up. just like all those dirty clothes on your floor." his expression remained stoic as tighnari rolled his eyes.

"so...just to clarify. you both are in a relationship-" you paused as cyno nodded. "but you still like me? how does that even work?"

"it's like this." cyno sat down next to you, putting his helmet off to the side. "of course tighnari and i are very happy together." he reached across the table, gesturing for tighnari to hold his hand. the fennec man begrudgingly interlaced his fingers with the general, earning him a rare smile.

"but?"

"but, we would be happier with you too." cyno held his other hand out towards you, motioning for you to take it. you gingerly placed your palm in his, allowing him to link your fingers together. "it would be more complete."

"don't they say three is a crowd?" you frowned as tighnari leaned forward, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"not if they're the people closest to your heart." tighnari hummed as you looked down at your lap, shyness overtaking you as your face felt like it was on fire. oh, you needed to cool down right now.

cyno ran his thumb over your knuckles, feeling you grip his hand a little tighter.

the feeling of his skin against yours, even the slightest touch had you rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly, shifting where you sat on your knees on the carpet. tighnari's tongue darted out to wet his lips as cyno's eyes flitted between the both of you.

"i'll tell you what, i have a fun little game for us to play, hm? it's a usual secret fantasy of tighnari's. if you're up for it, of course." cyno unlinked your fingers to carefully grip your chin, tilting it to meet his gaze.

your lips parted as you nodded, eyes going glassy when his thumb swiped over your bottom lip. he leaned in towards you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "i want the both of you to put on a little show for me, hm? do you think you can manage that?"

you nodded, heart racing as cyno pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, chuckling softly to himself. tighnari watched the both of you, ears twitching on his head as he felt his pants growing the slightest bit tighter.

your gaze switched over to tighnari, slowly standing with cyno's assistance as he guided you both to tighnari's private quarters.

the bed was large enough for the three of you easily, though it seemed cyno had opted instead to pull an armchair over to the corner of the room, watching tighnari gently pull you onto his lap on the bed.

he placed his hands on the sides of your face, leaning in to allow your noses to touch. "may i?"

"yes." you barely breathed the word out before tighnari pushed forward, melding your lips as your heavy eyes shut, leaning towards him.

it wasn't long before the kiss turned heated, his tongue swiping over your lips and hands snaking under your shirt to grip your hips.

you could feel him moving you slowly on his lap, grinding against you as you whined. "shh, don't be so impatient." tighnari cooed, moving a hand to stroke the side of your face lovingly.

you continued to push against him, causing a low growl to build up in his chest as he suddenly landed a slap on your clothed ass, making you jump in shock. "tighnari-" your eyes were blown wide, lust clouding the color. you had never seen this side of the forest ranger before.

tighnari gripped your chin firmer this time. "i will not repeat myself again, my dear. behave for me."

you allowed tighnari to continue pressing feverish kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbones until cyno intruded. "as perfect as this is, i think i'd like to see something a little more...well less. on both of you." cyno commented, though it was more of an order as tighnari immediately began undressing the both of you, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

you had no time to feel shy as tighnari pulled all of his intricate layers and accessories off, giving both you and cyno a rather enticing show.

it surprised you, however, when tighnari went fully nude, tossing his undergarments in cyno's direction with a sassy smirk as your eyes went wide.

you couldn't help but stare. he was just so pretty.

"you too, sweetheart." cyno gestured towards you as you tried to object, but tighnari's hands were already pulling your undergarments off, peeling your panties down your legs.

you averted your eyes as tighnari stared at you. he couldn't help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your clit.

you jumped, gasping at the sudden stimulation as tighnari smiled against your pussy. "tighnari-" you watched as he fully dropped to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and draping your knees over his shoulders.

cyno leaned forward, seeking a better view as tighnari lightly lapped over your folds a few times, spreading your slick across your cunt as you whined, body going stiff.

tighnari's ears pressed back against his scalp as he circled your clit slowly, pressing tender, wet kisses to your skin, occasionally traveling to your inner thighs and back. your hands itched to grip his hair as he slid his tongue over your hole, collecting more of your slick, smearing it over his lips and nose tip.

your back arched as tighnari continued to lick across your pussy, humming into your folds and feeling you jolt, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "fuck-" you sighed, feeling your orgasm slowly building.

that was the moment cyno decided to stop you, gently placing his hand on tighnari's head, tugging his head back as he released a whiny moan. his lips were shiny with your slick, eyes glassy as he stared back at cyno.

"go ahead and get on the bed for me." cyno told him, watching him slowly stand, knees red from kneeling on the hardwood floors. you moved further up the bed to accommodate the man who crawled on his hands and knees.

you watched curiously as tighnari arched his back, pressing his chest into the bedsheets and waiting with bated breath as cyno observed him, slowly stripping himself in front of them both.

he originally decided to wear a sweater tighnari had purchased for him some time ago, not used to the chilly and moist forest air.

cyno's body was slowly revealed to you and tighnari, his toned chest, leading down to his stomach and the slight patch of white hair below his navel making your mouth water.

"go ahead and keep doing what you were, tighnari." he ordered as tighnari suddenly pulled you forwards, burying his head back in your cunt, feeling you keen against him. "where's the oil?" tighnari's tail suddenly started swishing at that question.

"left dresser, top drawer in the very back." tighnari answered seamlessly, raising two of his fingers to slide through your folds and collect your wetness before probing one around your hole.

he slowly eased it into you, feeling you tense up as he pressed kisses to your clit and thighs. "shh, be good for me, you can take it." tighnari softly whispered into your thigh, feeling you slowly relax, eyes closing as tighnari slowly moved the digit, allowing you to become accustomed to the intrusion.

tighnari's ears perked up at the sound of the oil bottle clicking as cyno poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the oil up.

tighnari shook his hips to the sides a bit in anticipation as he carefully slid another finger into you, lapping over your clit to ease the pain of the stretch.

you were babbling nonsense, eyes now open to watch cyno position himself behind tighnari, hands spreading his thighs open further and pushing his chest down into the bed. cyno was just as powerful here as he was on the battlefield, clearly observed as he maneuvered tighnari to his liking.

he gently swiped his finger over tighnaris half-hard cock, feeling it twitch under his touch before bringing his fingers over his hole, slowly circling the rim. he heard tighnari gasp when cyno slowly pushed in, teasing him again and again.

tighnari carefully scissored his fingers inside of you, hoping to stretch you open to better take his cock as you whimpered.

cyno focused on oiling tighnari's hole up, gently pressing a finger of his own into him, stroking his tail with the other hand as tighnari whined into your pussy, fingers stopping for a moment as he became accustomed to the feeling.

"cyno-" tighnari whined as cyno suddenly slapped his thigh.

"focus on what you're doing." cyno warned as tighnari huffed, moving his fingers again, putting all of his concentration back into pleasuring you.

you were close, slightly shaking as tighnari's fingers scraped over your g-spot. "fuck, tighnari, tighnari, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, come on." tighnari urged, speeding up his motions as cyno slowed to allow him to fully focus.

cyno moved his free hand to his own cock, slowly stroking himself with the excess oil, grunting as he watched you release over tighnari's digits and tongue, gently fucking his fingers into you and allowing you to ride out your high.

you trembled on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly as you struggled to catch your breath. tighnari's head fell forward, leaning on your thigh as cyno started moving the digits in his hole again, stretching him out and searching for his prostate.

cyno smirked once he found it, abusing it by continuing to put pressure on it until tighnari was arching deeply on his own, moaning out garbles of cyno's name and pleas. "cyno, cyno, please, please, let me- please!"

you pondered if this was a usual occurrence between them, observing cyno withdraw his fingers as tighnari cried out frustrated. "cyno, that's not fair." he huffed.

"life's not fair. besides, don't you want to fulfill that fantasy, sweetheart?" he leaned down to kiss tighnari's cheek before standing to grab condoms from the drawer that contained the oil.

he ripped the packaging open with his teeth, sliding one on his own dick before tossing the other to tighnari who opened it with his fingers.

tighnari pulled a pillow under your hips as you wiggled around, still sensitive from your orgasm as you felt his tip at your entrance. "ready?" he asked as you nodded.

"please." you gazed up at him, feeling him lean to connect your lips while he pushed into you.

you gasped, lips opening and allowing tighnari to slip his tongue into your mouth. you both sighed as tighnari slowly stretched you out, hands gripping at the sheets and eyes shutting tight as he kept his hands pressed to your hips.

"so good, so tight." he moaned out, grinding his cock up into you, giving you ample time to adjust until you moved your hips against his.

as soon as you started begging for him, he began fucking you with more fervor, watching your body bounce as his hips snapped against yours.

you called out his name, eyes glazed over as he worried his lip between his teeth, fucking you like it was his life's purpose.

the second he found your g-spot, he knew by your reaction, feeling your body shake from the overstimulation against the area as he began abusing the spot similar to how cyno treated him as you practically screamed. tighnari immediately connected your lips to quiet you.

cyno watched the both of you, slowly stroking his cock, pleased to see tighnari making you fall apart so effortlessly as he moved to brush hair away from your sweaty faces, pressing kisses to the crown of both of your heads.

you barely had time to warn tighnari about this orgasm, head whipping back as you clenched around him, coming hard and feeling tighnari almost collapse onto you as he shuddered.

"archons-" he softly sobbed as he struggled to hold off his orgasm, refusing to come until he had cyno's permission.

tighnari slowly slid his dick out, painfully hard as cyno stroked his cheek. "good boy, such a good boy for me." his words were fuzzy to both yours and tighnari's ears as he praised the fennec man who let a lazy smile spread over his face. "i think you've more than earned your reward." he positioned himself behind tighnari, watching him collapse onto you to present himself to cyno.

tighnari stiffened as cyno pressed into him, body shaking on you as his hard dick rubbed against your thighs. you gently stroked his hair, cooing at him softly in your post-orgasm bliss as tighnari was reduced to a whiny, trembling mess, desperate to come.

cyno gave him a moment to adjust to the thickness before grinding up into him, watching him arch a little more and wiggle his hips as he gripped his tail, stroking the fur and fucking his hips against him. his heavy balls smacked against tighnari's ass, cock bobbing against your thighs as he shook with every thrust.

"good boy, so good." you smiled down at tighnari who stared up at you with glassy eyes. you were shocked at what a mess cyno could make of the normally oh so composed tighnari. you were indeed intrigued to see more of this side of the forest watcher.

"oh, please, please, come, can i? can i come, cyno, please?" tighnari begged, feeling cyno grind into his prostate. "cyno!" he whined, high pitched as cyno hummed.

"come for me." cyno answered. and oh, tighnari did. another deep grind to his prostate and your thighs rubbing against his dick had him coming into the condom wrapped around his dick, completely collapsing into the mattress as cyno continued to fuck him.

"cyno- no more."

"you know how this goes, honey." cyno leaned down. "you can come, if i let you, but that doesn't mean we're done, my sweet prince."

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iwannasuckyourmonstercock · 8 months

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Never too much

TW: Sugar Daddy Hongjoong, smut, degradation, feelings at the end and a bit of dark obsessive Hongjoong

First Dior, than Prada, after that came Gucci and last but not least Chanel.

It was the usual routine you took on your shopping day. At some point it was getting exhausting so you also had a quick stop to grab a coffee or a coke - which was really necessary most times.

The man that paid for those weekly shopping tours would be evaluating the things you had bought at the end of the day.

He made your life better in ever aspect. First of all he had given you a black card. Honestly you could buy a whole mansion and he wouldn’t complain as long as it was good enough in his opinion. But you wouldn’t do that. You paid your rent with it, your groceries, the stuff you needed for university and last but not least the expensive clothing that he expected you to wear for him every week.

And you knew not to disappoint him.

“Hmm… Turn around again.” He said, arms crossed as he sat in front of you.

You let out a small sigh but still complied. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off.

“The shoes fit you perfectly. You know I love Stilettos and the color is very complimenting to your skin.” He praised you softly and a smile crept in your face.

God, pleasing him felt way too good.

“But the dress is trash. I don’t like how it is made. The fabric looks so cheap and it is way too short. Are you a slut or what? It’s such a waste of money.” He than said with a click of his tongue as he finally stood up. “Look at me.”

Oh no. You honestly thought the dress was super cute. It was black, had a lot of lace and the straps had cute bows. It was simple but still nice

Slowly you lifted your gaze from the floor to meet his hard gaze. With calculating steps he crept closer to you.

“Mr. Kim, I thought you’d like it… you said you love my thighs so I didn’t want to-“

“Did I ask? It’s sweet that you tried to please me but I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. Which is something I clearly can’t do anymore now.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you bit your lip. He wanted to take you out for dinner? Hongjoong hadn’t been in public with you yet. Every single one of your meetings had been in private. And he had stated in the beginning that he wanted to keep it that way. Hell, he even made you sign a stupid contract that you wouldn’t tell the public about you two.

And honestly it was more than fine for you. You’d buy pretty clothes, wear them for him and he’d blow your back out. Than you could live your lavish life for another week before you’d meet him again.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you with his finger. Hongjoong was dangerously close to you by now.

“But you don’t want that, right? Rather be treated like a cheap slut and than go out and have dinner with other guys, huh?” He asked, his hand cupping your chin now as he pulled you closer.

“I saw you. Don’t think you can go around and sleep with others and I won’t know it. I know everything and I see everything.”

His words were dangerous and you gulped.

Of course you knew what this whole scene was about. When you went out for dinner for your friends birthday. Wooyoung had always been a very good friend and you wanted to treat him a little. And you could do so with the little black card the man in front of you had given to you. Conveniently Hongjoong had a business meeting that day in the very same restaurant you had taken Wooyoung to. But you thought it didn’t bother him as he had just texted you to enjoy your meal.

Honestly you couldn’t even be mad that he was accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung now. Your friend was very touchy and you knew it.

To be fair, there were some weak and drunken moments were you two started making out. But it never went anywhere and neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other. And after being with Hongjoong you wouldn’t even need to have any other man besides him. Nor did you have the time for that.

“Probably even paid for that damn meal with my money. The audacity you have is incredible.” He chuckled darkly. One of his hands found your hip now and the other your throat.

“It’s not like tha-“ you began but your words were silenced as he began to choke you a little.

“Spare your words. You won’t get out of that now. Get on your knees, sweetheart and I might be able to forgive you.” He spat and loosened his grip on you before he went to sit down on the couch again. He spread his legs and put his arms on the back of the couch.

No more words were exchanged but you didn’t need to know more. You quickly made your way to him before you got on your knees before him, your shoes still on. It hurt a little to sit like that with shoes on but it was okay. He liked the shoes after all.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a soft pout on your lips. Your hands slowly slid down his thighs and you began to work on the zipper of his pants. His hand stopped yours and you noticed how his eyes softened a little.

“Color?” “Green, Sir.”

He nodded and let you continue, leaning back in relaxation. Your heart fluttered a little. No matter what he would do, always made sure that you were enjoying it as well and that it wasn’t too much for you.

“Don’t fucking tease. I’m irritated enough already.” He than told you harshly as he noticed how you were taking your sweet time with his pants.

You nodded and quickly worked to get his pants and his boxers down. Softly you bit your lip when you saw how hard he was already.

So after all he did like the dress, huh?

Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as you slowly began kiss the head and started to kitten lick it.

“Don’t. Tease.” He breathed out now, his dick painfully hard by now already.

Quickly you wrapped your lips around him and flattened your tongue out before you began with sucking him off. It was never wise to push him too far but you still loved teasing him. Normally he would like that too but not today. Today he wanted you to do everything he told you - and teasing wasn’t something he told you to do.

His hand caressed your hair before he gripped it a little, holding it loosely. He didn’t want to force you down on his length - not yet.

So you did your best to please him, pulling every trick you knew. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down but only so much so you wouldn’t choke. With your hand you stroke the rest of his length that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

Hongjoong threw his head back, teeth biting his lip a little. The sight was really godly. You loved sucking him off until he came for you.

But you knew that wouldn’t occur tonight. Not when he was punishing you. As much as you wanted to deny it, it was hot how jealous he was. And also… reassuring?

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had bubbles up whenever you two would cuddle after an intense session. And you also couldn’t deny that the talks you had after were deeper than what his silly contract had foreseen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as Hongjoong pulled on your hair, reminding you of the work you had to do.

Normally he loved using you (and you loved being used) but today he just laid back, enjoying the sight in front of him as much as you enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Eagerly you continued sucking him off - until he suddenly pulled you off, shaking his head.

“This won’t do. Dolly, I can’t keep looking at this dress.” He said, before leaning down and ripping it right at the front before ripping it completely off of you.

“Much better. At least your choice of underwear is good.” He grinned, spreading his legs a bit now.

“Over the table, dolly.” He than ordered and you were quick to obey.

Your upper body was bend over the small table in front of the couch while you were still kneeling. Than you pushed your butt out a little for him, thinking that you’ll get what you wanted all along.

“A-h! Sir!” You yelped when a harsh slap was delivered to your bottom.

Hongjoong just chuckled before raising his hand again and slapping it once again.

“You should see how you look from here. You look like the desperate little slut you are.” He snickered before giving you five more slaps.

Your bottom was red by now and tears were running down your cheeks. The rings he always wore were no joke when he was in a mood like that.

“H-urts…” you whimpered when you felt another slap.

“I know. My heart hurt too when I saw you going around with that silly boy. But he could never satisfy you the way I do, huh? Because a little dolly like you needs a man, right?” He asked you with a small pout.

“Y-es, yes sir! I need you and I only want you!” You confessed to him. “Please now… please…”

“Please now, please… you sound so fucking pathetic.” He snorted but pushed your panty to the side.

A gasp left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside. You didn’t even realize how horny the blowjob you had given him had left you. But he was quick to add a third finger, leaving you a moaning mess in front of him.

A smirk formed in his devilish handsome face and he shook his head. With his fingers he kept set a rather fast pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out a little.

“Already falling apart from my fingers, huh?” He chuckled.

Oh, how he loved it. How little effort he had to put up just to see you fall apart for him. He did exactly what it needed for you to be turned into a mess and it was exactly what he needed tonight.

But he didn’t have much patience tonight, rather quickly pulling his fingers out just for you to push your bottom to him and whining about the loss.

“Need you to fill me up, sir… please!”

Hongjoong nodded, holding your hips with one hand and taking the other to spread your lips apart so he could push in easier.

As he bottomed out the both of you let out a moan.

“Tight little slut…” he mumbled, closing his eyes. For a moment he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to his length. At least that’s what he would say. In reality he was still sensitive from the blowjob and had to give himself time so he wouldn’t immediately come.

He spread soft kisses on your neck, loving the soft feeling against his lips.

Than he started moving, starting off with slow but powerful thrusts.

The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin and your sinful moans. He didn't show any mercy, using your body to get rid of his frustration.

And you let him. Gladly, with how good he was making you feel. His cock was filling you up perfectly, his tip was rubbing against the spot that made your head feel dizzy and that only he was able to reach. "Enjoying your punishment a little too much?" he asked with a huff.

He stopped for a moment and grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it in front of you and pressing your face right into it. Your makeup would probably leave stains but he didn't care. Than he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. "If you enjoy it that much than I should think about making you my little toy. I'd keep you around me all the time and fuck you whenever I like. Or use your cute little pussy to keep my dick warm. How would you like that?" he asked you and let out a dark chuckle as he could feel your walls tighten around him. "Of course you like it, my cute little whore." His degrading words always sent tingles straight to your lower body. At first you didn't want to admit it but by now you have come to terms with it. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Especially when you knew that he didn't mean it.

Soft moans left your lips as he delivered another slap to your cheek, pulling your hair so you had to look at him.

“I’m gonna invite that fucking *boy* and show him how I treat you. Bet his eyes would fall out when he sees you come, cause he never even got close to get you to, hmh?” He grinned, grabbing your face in his hand while leaning forward and kissing you roughly, his tongue driving into your open mouth.

Tears were falling out of your eyes at this point. As he kissed you he stilled inside of you, his cockhead pushing right against that sweet spot that always felt *so good* when he brushed against it. You knew he did that on purpose.

Hongjoong let you go, smirking as he saw drool running down your mouth. He pushed your head into the table again, admiring the way your ass was stuck out for him, bouncing every time he thrusted inside.

One of his arms snaked around your torso, quickly finding your clit as he rubbed it just the way that had your legs shaking.

“I-I’m gonna come! D-addy please!” You begged him, making him chuckle.

“You think you deserve it? After being such a slut? You’re so greedy, really. But I won’t let you. It seems I’ve been too good to you and what did I earn through that? A whore that lets other men that don’t even give her half of what I do fuck her? Tell me, am I not enough?” He asked, his hand removed from your clit now and his cock stilled inside you.

A whine left your lips. You had been so close! Slowly you pushed your ass back and forth in him, desperately trying to come.

“N-o… Daddy, you’re everything I need please! I’d never let another man touch me, I’m only yours so please… fuck me…” you assured him, whining as he began to thrust into you lazily again, holding your hips to keep you from moving anymore.

Your words assured him a little. Hongjoong knew he was a man that could have every woman he wanted. But as much as he wanted to deny it - he had gotten quiet fond of you. And while he knew it wasn’t fair he still wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to only think of him, only talk to him and only be with him.

Sometimes he had even thought about moving you in with him - but he knew it would scare you. It would make you run away. He knew you stayed for the money, and for the sex.

But it assured him that you said you were his. And it *turned him on too*.

“Yes, You’re right. You’re only *my* slut to fuck. Only *my* little dolly. No one else can touch you.” He growled, slapping your ass again to watch it jiggle as he picked up his pace.

His hips thrusted into you in an insane speed, making you let your head fall down on your arms and moan out for him.

“Yes! Yes! Only yours! Please, let me come…!” You cried out, not able to take another ruined orgasm tonight.

Hongjoong hummed, his fingers again starting to work on your clit, alternating from rubbing small circles to just directly rub on it back and forth.

“Cream my cock. Come on. Want to feel my dolly clench around me.” He whispered into your ear.

It didn’t take more for you to let go, coming hard on his cock while he fucked you through it.

As he felt your tight walls clench around him he came too - pushing deep into you and spilling his seed inside you.

Slowly he pulled out, watching as his come dribbled out before he collected it with his fingers, pushing it right back in. Maybe it would finally knock you up and he could keep you forever? He would do everything just to keep you after all.

“My little slut…” he mumbled, softly rubbing your sore ass.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy again. You looked back, only to see the delicious sight of him cleaning his finger with his mouth.

“I’ll get a towel, wait a minute.” He told you softly, a fond smile on his lips as he came back not much later with a wet towel. He cleaned your pussy up, before picking you up.

“Was i too rough? Your ass is so red…” he told you, a little worried.

You shook your head, your arms wrapping around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“No, was really good…” you mumbled.

Hongjoong helped you shower, before dressing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in his blanket and giving you some water.

“So you are jealous?” You asked softly, making Hongjoong avoid your eyes.

“I’m…” he gulped.

He was. Because he fucking cared. If he would ever be man enough to tell you? To just really take you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in every spot in his expensive apartment? Maybe one day.

After all you were his inspiration. And he couldn’t deny that the dark thoughts he had sometimes were rooted in feelings he had for you.

But the words wouldn’t leave his lips so he only shook his head.

You knew something was wrong but decided not to push it. The arrangement was nice at it was after all - and he had made it clear from the start that he didn’t like you sleeping with other guys as he was afraid of STIs or STDs. Which was fair.

So you just laid in his arms, closing your eyes.

Maybe one day you’d be able to break this off - to save your heart. A man like him could never love you after all. He had made that clear from the start.

So you both just enjoyed the silence, wondering if you would ever have the courage to act on the feelings you had for each other - or the courage to break it off.

But for now you were both too scared to act on it.

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Scream pt. 2

Pairing: Yandere! Wooyoung x fem! Reader Summary: A year has passed since the events on Halloween, and you had given up on the idea of ever escaping Wooyoung's grasp. That was until someone very unexpected helped you out. Word count: 7.1 k Disclaimer: I'm in no way condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting this kind of behavior. This is not supposed to represent Wooyoung in any way. Warning: Yandere behavior, violence, stalking

A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait, but after all, I have finally finished the last part.

Pt. 1

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It's been a year since Wooyoung and Jongho kidnapped you. You were sitting in Wooyoung's lap watching the news on TV. It was your first time watching television this year, Wooyoung said his gift to your 'anniversary' was the privilege of watching TV.

The biggest gift would've been your freedom, but that was just unrealistic thinking on your behalf.

"And now to a tragedy, that is still affecting the people of a small town." You weren't really paying attention when the reporter switched the topic, but the name of your hometown made you perk up.

"One year has passed since three students disappeared without a trace." On screen were three pictures of you, Wooyoung, and Jongho.

"Jung Wooyoung and Choi Jongho are currently the prime suspects in the case of the two murdered girls. Meanwhile, Y/N's involvement in the case is still unclear, although it is assumed that she has been kidnapped by the two suspects." You were surprised to see your face on Television, you thought people gave up looking for you or didn't even search for you to begin with.

While you were paying close attention to what was said, you didn't notice how Wooyoung observed you attentively the whole time. He didn't like how excited you were to see that people were still searching for you.

They moved on to show some Interviews with people who knew you. The first ones were your parents and it almost brought you to tears. Your mother was holding a tissue at her nose while silently crying. Your father was the one to talk. Saying how much they loved and missed you.

The next ones were Hongjoong and Seonghwa. "Honestly, Wooyoung always acted weird when it came to Y/N, but never did I imagine that he would go that far." Hongjoong answered the reporter's question about how they would judge Wooyoung.

Seonghwa nodded along and added, "And neither did we think that Jongho was capable of doing something like this."

To your surprise, not only Mingi was on screen next, but Yunho too. Ever since that night, none of the two would tell you what they did with him. Eventually, you drew your own conclusion of what "Taking care of Yunho" could mean and assumed that Jongho must have killed him.

You felt how Wooyoung tensed up at the sight of him. Glancing at Wooyoung showed you that his jaw was clenched and how he glared at Jongho who was sitting in an armchair, opposite of the couch.

"I always knew that Wooyoung did it!" Yunho was still the same, always overexcited when it came to crime. "And that he abducted Y/N? Not surprised either! He always acted way too possessive of her." Mingi was standing beside him while Yunho was rambling about, scratching his neck with his eyes wandering everywhere but at the camera. He looked like he wanted to go home, but got dragged in front of the camera by the crime obsessed guy beside him.

"Jongho was not expected tho. He tried to kill me, but that was the worst attempt I've ever seen. The only thing he did was leave an ugly scar on the side of my stomach." Yunho shook his head as if he was disappointed, it almost made you smile, seeing him still being the same comforted you a bit. At least you knew now that he was okay.

"So you believe that Y/N was kidnapped," the reporter asked him.

He nodded, his eyes were sparkling because now people were actually interested in his theories. "I mean it's pretty obvious, they found her phone with her last call being the police and Wooyoung was the only one staying with her. And on top of that the mask they found, with his DNA all over it! Wooyoung would never kill her, so the only option is that he took her with him." Yunho sighed and shook his head again. "Wooyoung's and Jongho's sloppy job just shows that they never listened to me."

Wooyoung's grip on your hip became tighter the more he listened to Yunho talk. "You're hurting me!" You grimaced your face, he would leave bruises if he kept doing it. His eyes were burning with hatred as he was staring at the screen, completely ignoring your complaints.

You put your hand over his, trying to pry him off. This caught his attention, his eyes met yours, and it made you stop whatever you were doing. A tiny tingly feeling sparked inside your lower stomach, a feeling that you tried to push away for a few months now. Of course, you knew what this feeling was. You were falling in love with him.

Stockholm syndrome. That was the first thing you thought about once you noticed your growing feelings toward him. You tried your best to fight those feelings, but there was only so much you could do, with him constantly being around you.

The next person was an even bigger surprise, you haven't seen him in years and now he was on television. Yeosang. You squirmed in Wooyoung's hold, his other hand which was lying on your upper thigh was now clamped into your flesh too.

"You and Y/N dated for some time. Did you ever notice anything weird about Jongho and Wooyoung," the reporter asked him.

Yeosang nodded, his white hair moving along with his motions. "Jongho, no. But Wooyoung? Absolutely." He stopped to think about what he was going to say next. "I don't know how to explain it, but I always had a bad feeling about him. From always glaring at me to making passive aggressive comments every time we talked."

He stopped again to bite his lower lip. "I know that seems like small things, but still, there was always something about him that would set my alarm bells off, he just-", Yeosang gestured around with his hands while fighting to find the right words, "I don't know how to explain it, but he had a very weird vibe around him."

The screen went back to the news reporter in the studio, but you couldn't listen to what he was saying because Wooyoung started to demand your attention. "I will never let you go," he suddenly said. You turned your head to look at him again and saw that he was already staring at you. A confident half-smile appeared on his lips. "And you don't want to leave me, right?"

It was delusional of him to think that you were staying with him because you wanted to, but you still nodded, telling him the truth wouldn't benefit you at all and would only put you at risk of being hurt. In the corner of your eye, you saw how Jongho watched the whole interaction, he slightly shook his head and then dedicated his attention to his phone instead.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung put his hand on your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He got lost in his thoughts for a short moment, you knew what he was thinking about and it reminded you too.

It was your second day being held captive when you argued with Wooyoung. The two of you were standing in the doorway of the room they gave to you.

"So now what?! You're crazy if you think that this would work! People are going to search for me," you were yelling at Wooyoung who was progressively getting more annoyed with you.

You didn't know where you got the sudden confidence from to raise your voice at him, and in hindsight, it was a bad idea.

"Go. Inside. Your room," he repeated himself for the third time now, but you still weren't listening.

You stubbornly shook your head. "Just let me go! You're making it worse for everyone!"

Wooyoung sighed and bit his lip while thinking. "Listen-" he reached for your cheek but he didn't get to touch you. However, instead of just slapping his hand away, you took a more drastic approach.

You bit him.

The silence was deafening, he stared at you before he looked at his hand. A red print mark of your teeth was visible on the back of his hand, tiny dark red dots formed where you broke his skin. You saw how he clenched his jaw, the muscles under his skin were twitching and the veins on his neck became visible.

Your eyes widened in shock, you did it without thinking and the severity of the situation was now sinking in. "I'm sorr-," you didn't get to finish.

Wooyoung used the same hand to strike you across your face. He hit you with his open hand, but since you were unprepared for the impact it was enough to make you stumble back into the room. Your own hand shot up to hold it against your cheek, the skin was warm to your touch and it stung.

You could see the fury in his eyes before he shut the door without sparing you another word. You stood there, still in shock with your hand on your cheek, until you heard him lock the door.

You slowly turned around and curled up on the bed which was standing against the wall behind you. It didn't take long before your eyes became watery and you started to silently cry. Why you? Why did it have to be you? You were silently begging in your head for someone to come save you

They kept you locked up for about a week before Wooyoung let you out again, but not without announcing that from now on you would have to earn your privileges. You never acted up after that again, he taught you relatively quickly that it wouldn't get you anywhere.

Wooyoung took his time just looking at you, at the start, it always made you uncomfortable when he just stared at you but now you got used to it. It didn't even surprise you anymore when he suddenly buried his face in the crook of your neck. Wooyoung wanted to touch you at all times be it hugging you or just holding hands with you. His favorite, however, was when you sat in his lap, where he could feel your warmth against him.

He held you for five more minutes before he sighed dramatically and removed himself from you. "I'm afraid I have to leave now." A pout formed on his lips as he jokingly said, "Don't miss me too much, all right?" He placed a kiss on your cheek before finally letting you off his lap.

You didn't say anything to him, but you didn't have to anyway, since in his mind he already knew that you would miss him. It didn't matter that it wasn't true and that in reality you always wished that he would never come back.

Wooyoung stood up grabbed his jacket and with a last wink your way he left the house. He often left and you always wondered where he would go, but questioning him about it was useless, he would always just playfully say that it was a secret. Nevertheless, you stopped caring about where he would go, because every time he left it felt like a weight was lifted off your chest and you could finally breathe again.

You glanced at Jongho who was still on his phone. Since that night he refused to talk to you, but it wasn't like you tried to talk to him in the first place.

"I didn't help him because I wanted to." Jongho's voice startled you, you realized that you almost forgot what he sounds like.

"I didn't ask." It came out colder than you intended to. Did he really expect that you would act like nothing happened after he helped Wooyoung abduct you and not speak to you for a whole year?

You made eye contact with him, with the anticipation of looking at his usual emotionless face, but it wasn't. Instead, he looked... kind of sad. However the sad expression was gone as fast as it came, or maybe it wasn't even there to begin with and you just imagined it. Jongho was not going to let it go, for some reason he was finally determined to tell you the truth. "You did ask!"

He was right, but that was at the very beginning. What was the point of telling you the truth now? You didn't care anymore, the only thing you wanted was to get back home, even if there was a little voice in your head that was telling you otherwise. You silently stared at him, you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, but your thoughts were a tangled mess and nothing could convey your feelings like you wanted it to.

Jongho, who took your silence as your approval for him to keep talking, took a long drawn out sigh before he started to tell you his side of the story. "To make it short, Wooyoung caught me with San's girlfriend." You didn't know what you were expecting but this for sure wasn't it. "He surprised us, killed her first, shoved the knife in my hands and threatened to tell the police that I did it if I don't do as he says."

You tried your best to keep your facial expressions in check, but Jongho knew what you were going to say because he was able to read you like a book, not just any book, but a picture book made for children. It was as clear as the day that you could not grasp Jonghos' way of thinking, nothing of this made sense to you. "So you just stood there and watched him kill her? You're stronger than him, you could've stopped him!"

"I know but it wasn't that easy!" His eyes were previously wandering around the room but were set on you now, for the first time during this conversation. "He's my friend... he is our friend. He is important to me and I know he is important to you too!"

"Jongho, what the hell!" You raised your voice a little bit and shook your head in disbelief, you couldn't understand his reasoning at all. "He was our friend, yes, but that doesn't excuse him for killing someone?!"

Hypocrite. Your inner voice kept repeating that word. You were lecturing Jongho about still seeing Wooyoung as a friend, while you were slowly falling in love with him. If you could even call those confusing feelings love.

"I know it doesn't, but don't tell me that you don't have the same conflicting feelings!"

"I don't." You stayed stubborn in your stance, Jongho didn't need to know about your feelings. "And even if I did, he literally killed people, in what world does him being our friend make this okay?!" You were repeating yourself, but talking to Jongho was like arguing with a wall. The same thing could be said about you too because both of you were standing your ground.

This is probably the most you've talked during this year. Wooyoung has had already mentioned multiple times about how you lost your quick-wittedness and joked that he would replace you with someone more exciting. You always forced a smile and told him to stop messing around, but secretly you were wishing that he would actually do it.

You were staring at each other, trying to intimidate the other into giving up, but you knew Jongho. He wasn't going to budge no matter how long you were trying to keep this up.

"And what about Yunho?" You now glared at him, while Jongho quickly broke the eye contact. "Tell me, is he not your friend? What exactly are your criteria here?"

He clenched his jaw and started to bite the inside of his cheeks. "I didn't kill him, did I," he quietly hissed and stubbornly redirected his gaze to stare at the TV. You didn't know that an advertisement about teeth whitening toothpaste could be this interesting.

"But you tried." Both of you stayed silent after that, but the tension was unbearable to you and you still had a question, so you broke the silence again. "What about me? Am I not your friend either?"

"You and Yunho are my friends, but so is Wooyoung!" He hissed again through clenched teeth. You had to withstand the urge to roll your eyes. Yes, you're such a great friend that you tried to kill one of them and abducted the other one, you wanted to say it out loud, but you held your tongue. "I didn't want this to happen!"

You couldn't help but snort. "How kind of you, at least you didn't want it to happen," your voice was dripping with sarcasm. You became bolder the more you noticed that he wasn't a threat, but just a loyal idiot. You almost nodded to yourself, loyal idiot seemed to perfectly describe him at this moment.

"If you really didn't want this to happen then let me go." Jongho's face hardened, he had always been scary when he put on his stern expression, but now it seemed to be on another level. "You're going to get a lesser sentence if you cooperate with the police, I'll even help you." His face stayed unchanged, but there was a small glint in his eyes, which could have been easily missed, but you saw it. He was considering it, but he didn't get to think about it any further.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something move in the window right by the front door. The door opened not even a second later, and revealed Wooyoung. He smiled as he came into the house. "I forgot my phone."

Now you saw it too, there it was, laying on the coffee table. You bit your lip and hoped that he didn't hear anything from your conversation from the outside. Wooyoung noticed the tension that filled the room as soon as he showed up, he slowly walked to the table and asked, "Did I interrupt something?"

He grabbed his phone and kept looking between you and Jongho waiting for an answer until his gaze finally settled on you after none of you answered him. "Well? Did I?"

You shook your head. "You didn't." But who were you trying to fool? Wooyoung knew that something was up just by looking into your eyes, they hadn't been this expressive in a long time. Wooyoung slowly came closer to you, you felt your shoulders tense up no matter how hard you tried to stay relaxed. His presence was unnerving, you didn't want to know what he would do if he found out what you were talking about.

"You wouldn't lie to me, right?~," he hummed melodically. He gently placed his index finger under your chin to lift your face up. You nodded but you couldn't hold the eye contact with him, so you looked at the wooden wall behind him. His face hardened, which you obviously couldn't see because apparently, the wall behind him was much more interesting than him.

Frustrated he bit his lip, he wanted to know what was going on, but he didn't have the time to discuss this out now. "We're going to talk about this later!" He pulled his hand back and looked at Jongho one more time before he left the house again.

You waited a minute before you tried to talk to Jongho again, but he had other plans. You barely opened your mouth when he abruptly stood up and went upstairs. The sound of his room door closing followed quickly after.

Defeated you sat there for a few minutes. The television was still showing a bunch of advertisements. You could feel the energy and adrenaline, which were previously running through your body, leave the more time passed. You eventually got up, turned the TV off, and went into your room too.

Your legs automatically carried you to the big bookshelf, which was filled to the brim with fantasy and romance books. They were already there when you arrived in this house and often left you wondering who it originally belonged to, and how Wooyoung knew that it would be safe here. The house in general was a really nice one, people would pay thousands for a house like that.

It was a big log cabin surrounded by forest and with a clear lake basically directly at the front door. All of the rooms were big and spacious, you couldn't believe that someone would just abandon a house like that. However Wooyoung refused to give you any information about the owners, or how he knew about the house.

You reached out for a book, which has caught your eye for a while now. "Cursed" was written in bold white letters on the spine. You pulled it out of its spot to inspect the cover and the summary. The story was about eight Pirates who had to break a curse, with the help of the daughter of a famous treasure hunter.

You spent the rest of the day on your bed reading said book. It quickly captured you in its world, to the point where you could almost taste the salty air of the sea on your tongue, and hear the creaking of the ship, as it sailed across the ocean.

The time flew by and you didn't even notice how it turned dark outside. That was until someone knocked on your door. Dread settled in the pit of your stomach, you didn't have to guess who it was. Wooyoung opened the door without waiting for your permission to enter. He strolled over to you and dramatically flopped down beside you on the bed.

He was pouting when he said, "You're sending more times with those books than with me!"

"Well, you're always gone the whole day. Am I supposed to just sit here and wait for you," you responded. You didn't take your eyes off of your book, despite having lost your concentration since Wooyoung entered the room.

He didn't say anything in return and you could finally stop reading the same sentence over and over again, and concentrate again.

Wooyoung was laying on his side with his head propped up in his hand, watching you. He didn't say anything and just observed how your eyes moved over the pages. The soft sound of you occasionally flipping a page filled the room. You didn't see it but had you looked out of the window you would have seen the small snowflakes falling through the light that was falling out of your window. This could have been a romantic moment if the person lying next to you wasn't your kidnapper.

After a while, you almost forgot about his presence, but it was almost as if he sensed it and he didn't like that you were forgetting him. "Do you have a wish for Christmas," he suddenly asked.

You stopped reading in order to look at him, you thought you misheard him, but it seemed as if he was waiting for an answer, so you did in fact not imagine it. It only took you a second and a short glance out of the window to know what you wanted. The snowflakes were now bigger and would definitely add a few centimeters to the already thick layer of fallen snow. You felt the desire to go outside and feel the cold air against your face and to breathe in the fresh air. "A visit to a Christmas Market." It was just a silly idea, and you didn't expect Wooyoung to agree to it. However, to your surprise, you heard him hum in agreement.

You turned your head so fast that you almost pulled a muscle. "Are you serious," you asked in disbelief.

"I'm serious, if you want to go, we'll go." His reassurance made you sit up straight, you closed your still open book without putting a tag between the pages and stared at Wooyoung as if he grew a second head.

He had a satisfied smirk on his lips, as he was finally able to draw a reaction from you. "Don't you want to know what my wish is?" Of course, you should have known that there was going to be a catch.

You sighed and asked, "What do you want?" It came out a lot harsher than you wanted it to be. Luckily for you, he didn't mind.

There was a playful glint in his eyes, you didn't even need to hear what he had to say, to know that it would be something bad for you. "You," he whispered. "All of you."

You froze, you knew that the time would come when he would not be satisfied anymore with just kissing and cuddling, but nothing could prepare you for the moment when he actually voiced it out. You didn't respond anymore, you were too stunned to say something and that held on until he finally left your room again. He winked at you before he left and his last words were, "Dream of me!"

Jongho got informed that you would visit a market, on the next day and he was not amused. You were all sitting in the living room when Wooyoung told him about the news, he first had the same look as you the day prior before it turned into pure anger. "What the hell are you thinking?!" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst, you had expected this kind of reaction from Wooyoung, but not from him. Wooyoung seemed a bit surprised too, as he just let him continue speaking.

"We went through all of this for what?" It was a question but he didn't expect an answer. "Just for you to ruin it all by taking unnecessary risks?!" He bit his lower lip, his hands were clenched into a fist and with his eyes, he was staring daggers at Wooyoung.

Wooyoung sat up straight, his eyebrows were raised, silently asking if Jongho was questioning his authority. The latter wasn't too impressed and just hissed through clenched teeth, "You know who's in town right?"

"And who's fault is that," Wooyoung promptly asked. They stayed silent for a few seconds.

Jongho was the first one to break the staring contest, he practically jumped from his seat he was about to leave, but not without one last comment. "Why don't you just call the police already and safe us the trouble, huh?" And with that he left, the sound of his door slamming shut could be heard through the whole house just a few seconds later. Wooyoung didn't react to his provocation, but his mood was miserable for the rest of the day.

Christmas day arrived agonizingly slow and way too fast at the same time. You woke up with a stomach ache, whether it was from excitement or your anxiety, you didn't know. You were laying in your bed for a while, thinking about different plans and their outcome. Nothing seemed to have a 100% chance of working. You could ask a stranger for help, but what if they just ignored you, what if Wooyoung noticed what you were trying to do? Just running away seemed even worse, you doubted that you could outrun Wooyoung, but you had to try something. You would decide which plan to pursue, once you were there.

And what if you failed? It felt like someone punched you in the gut, once the thought occurred to you. Until now he had always accepted it when you said no, but would he take no for an answer again? How long would he wait until he just took what he wanted?

Until now you were staring blankly at the ceiling, but you had to screw your eyes shut. You were trying to push your thoughts to the back of your head, but it didn't help, they always came back to the surface. What if you didn't want to say no? You felt horrible, you shouldn't have those kinds of feelings for a killer and kidnapper.

After a while, you finally got up and went down to eat breakfast. You would need the energy for later. Jongho and Wooyoung were already sitting at the kitchen table when you came down, one of them had made scrambled eggs. The food on your plate was still steaming.

"Are you excited for today," Wooyoung asked as soon as you sat down next to him. Jongho who sat in front of you shook his head slightly, he still didn't like the idea.

You nodded and refrained from looking at him. You knew if you did catch a glance of him, you would feel those unwanted tingles in your lower stomach again. You could feel his burning stare on your face while you were eating, but you tried to ignore it as well as you possibly could. That was until he finally said something again. "I'm excited too."

You almost choked on your food, you didn't have to be a mind reader to know that he wasn't talking about the market. All he got from you was a quick glance at him before you continued to, now awkwardly, eat your food.

The day went by awfully slow, you kept checking the clock, which hung over the TV in the living room. It was as is the time had a personal vendetta against you and wanted to torture you with every second for as long as possible.

It wasn't until the time finally arrived, when you finally stood outside again, that you realized the gravity of this situation. You literally had to escape, or everything would be over. You didn't know how long you could resist Wooyoung. He was driving you crazy, and not in a good way.

The air was cold but fresh. The thick layer of snow was sparkling under the few sun rays that managed to slip through the cloudy sky. Every step you took resorted in the sound of the snow crunching under your weight. It was a beautiful winter day, you just wished that you could actually enjoy it. You were sweating even though it was cold, your hands were shaking because of your anxiety and your body was producing Adrenaline as if you were being chased by a Lion. You could only hope that Wooyoung wouldn't notice.

The drive to the town was quiet, at least between you two. Your mind, however, was very loud and busy, constantly creating new outcomes and their consequences and replaying them over and over again. The closer you got, the more you felt like throwing up, you were really tempted to just tell Wooyoung to turn around.

After all, all of the worrying you did was useless. The two of you were, of course wearing a mask and Wooyoung didn't let you out of his grasp just once, his arm was constantly around your waist holding you close to him. The Christmas market would've been great under different conditions. People were enjoying the holiday days, the air smelt like various foods and sweets. Every stand was decorated with lights and pretty ornaments, but you couldn't enjoy it. Not with Wooyoung by your side and the dooming knowledge, that he was pretty close to breaking you.

You had already accepted your fate, that was until you spotted a familiar figure. He was hard to miss because he was towering over everyone else and his hair was still the same shade of orange, with which you last saw him in person. You didn't need to see his face to know that it was Yunho. Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up, this was your chance. You were about to yell his name, but Wooyoung, who had spotted him at the same time as you did, was quick to stop that.

He put his hand over your mouth and discreetly but quickly pulled you to a more secluded area. "Were you trying to call him," he asked as soon as you were alone.

You of course shook your head, but Wooyoung was not having it. He only asked you because he wanted to give you a chance, to tell the truth, and you failed miserably. He knew you, and he knew what you were trying to do. The trip was cut short because of this incident. Wooyoung roughly grabbed you by your wrist, and pulled you after him, not caring if you could keep up with his fast pace.

The drive back was in complete silence too, but it was worse than the drive to the market. The air was filled with tension, and you had to live with the fact that you failed. Wooyoung didn't calm down during the whole drive back, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw and his knuckles turned white from his hard grip on the steering wheel. It was already dark when you arrived back 'home'.

There were different kind of ways of how silence could be described. Awkward silence, pleasant silence, sinister silence, and many more. However sinister would fit the most, had you had to describe the silence as you first walked into the log cabin again. For some reason, you knew immediately that Jongho was gone, which left you alone with an angry Wooyoung, but there was something else that you couldn't quite describe. It was as if the time was frozen, waiting for something.

Apparently, you were the only one who noticed the difference, because Wooyoung was entirely focused on his anger and you. He grabbed your wrist again as soon as he slammed the door shut, you winced at the sound and were surprised that he didn't take the door off its hinges. He continued to drag you after him, up the stairs and to his room, where he then proceeded to slam the door shut in the same manner as the front door.

He let go of you and you shuffled into the middle of the room, where you had some distance from him and couldn't be cornered by him. You stood there unsure, playing with the hem of your pullover until Wooyoung finally said something. "What were you talking about with Jongho, the other day?" This caught you off guard, you had expected him to ask you about the encounter with Yunho again, but not this. You assumed that he had forgotten about your conversation with Jongho.

"Nothing. Nothing important." You said.

He nodded slightly and let out a short quiet laugh before he fixes his cold gaze on you. "I decide what is important and what is not! What were you talking about?" The vein on his neck looked like it was about to pop, he just needed one more reason to set him off.

You considered lying to him, but it seemed pointless. He wouldn't stop pushing until you finally heave him the answer he wanted. Your eyes traveled down to the white square carpet, which you were standing on. It was a big contrast to the dark wooden floor it was lying on. "He-," you were ready to push all of the blame on him, but you reconsidered. "We were talking about leaving."

Wooyoung didn't seem to be surprised at all, he probably had already suspected it. All of a sudden he got closer to you and swiftly wrapped his hand around your neck. He didn't apply enough pressure to cut off your airway, but enough to hold you in place. You put both of your hands around his wrist and tried to pry him off, but he didn't move one bit. "I told you before, not to lie to me. Yet, you told me that you didn't want to leave." His eyes narrowed as he brought his face closer to yours, his lips were ghosting over yours when he whispered, "Are you trying to irritate me on purpose?"

He was dangerous his hand around your neck proved it once again. If he wanted to he could extinguish your life at any moment. All of those facts yet you still got those unwanted tingles in your stomach, because of his close proximity. He must have done it, he must have finally broken you, because you were sick in the head for still having feelings for him. You couldn't think straight, all you were thinking about was how close he was, and what would happen if you crossed the line and closed the gap between you.

"You belong to me, right?" He asked but it still sounded more like a statement. You nodded, it wasn't enough for Wooyoung though. "Then say it. Say that you belong to me."

"I belong to-" You didn't get any further. The door swung open and three armed police officers invaded the room.

"Hands over your head and get on your knees!" Commanded one of them, all three of them were pointing their weapons at Wooyoung, who was still holding you by your throat. "Don't make me repeat myself." He said after Wooyoung made no move to comply.

You were watching with wide eyes, you couldn't believe that you almost kissed him out of your own free will and you couldn't believe, that you were finally being rescued. Were you dreaming? No, this was real. Wooyoung slowly removed his hand from your neck and followed the orders he was given, but not without glaring at them the whole time. If looks could kill they wouldn't be standing anymore.

"Y/N right?" The same officer addressed you now.

Still in shock, you could only manage to whisper a small, "Yes." You cringed at the sound of your voice. It sounded hoarse, even to your own ears.

The officer didn't take his eyes or his weapon off of Wooyoung. "Go outside. Your family is waiting in front of the house." Your Family. Everything felt surreal, after a year you had given up on the idea that someone was going to come and save you. Especially after your most recent failure at the market.

You weren't dreaming, right? Your legs felt like jelly with every step you took, until you finally reached the front door, which was left wide open. Two police cars were standing outside with their lights on, the blue and red lights were reflecting on the glittering snow. Your body reacted automatically when you ran up to your parents once you spotted them. Your parents were both shedding tears when they finally held you in their arms again, but for some reason, you didn't. It wasn't that you weren't happy to see them again, however it wasn't enough to make you cry.

Yunho and Mingi were there too, you finally acknowledged them when your parents released you of their crushing hug. Yunho was the next one who you pulled into a hug. You came to the conclusion that he must have called the police, he must have seen you back then. "Thank you," you mumbled into his chest.

"What did I do to deserve a Thank you," He asked.

Confused you pulled a bit back to look at him. Yunho had his head cocked to the side and looked at you with the same kind of confusion. "I thought... you called the police."

Both of you stayed quiet for a second before he slowly shook his head. "How would I have known that you're here?" So he wasn't the one who brought you back your freedom, but then who else?

Mingi had already opened his arms, pouting and waiting for his hug when you let go of Yunho, but you had your attention elsewhere. Wooyoung was being led outside the house, his face didn't show any emotions, as if he didn't just get caught and ruined his entire life. He didn't even spare you another glance, as he was forced inside in one of the police cars.

Your eyes wandered to the second car. The flickering lights were illuminating the inside just enough for you to recognize a silhouette on the backseat. Jongho. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, as if he wasn't even present. The gears in your head started turning, if it wasn't Yunho, then it must have been Jongho, who helped you.

You didn't have time to think about it more because Mingi, who was still impatiently waiting for his hug had enough of waiting. He pulled you into him. "Mingi! You're crushing me!" You tried to get some space, but he didn't budge.

"I missed you idiot so much." You couldn't see him, since your face was squashed against his chest, but you knew that he was crying because of his shaky voice. You stopped struggling against him and soothingly pat his back until he was ready to face you again. "I'll never leave your side again!" It sounded a bit like a threat, but it made you smile nonetheless. The feeling of peace overcame you, a feeling you haven't felt during the past year.

Ten months past since you gained your freedom back. Your life became somewhat normal again, and you started to see a therapist, to handle and overcome your gained trauma from the past events. However, you still felt uneasy when Autumn arrived again, and with it, Halloween too. Everyone was preparing for it, everyone except you, your family, and your friends. With every day did your stomach ache get worse until Halloween arrived again. You and your family, including friends, decided to spend the day together.

The day was going well until the news came on. You were all sitting together in the living room when the reporter announced, "Breaking News! Jung Wooyoung, who has been arrested for murder and kidnapping, broke out of prison. The police are feverishly searching for the convicted killer. Please contact the police, should you have any clues on his whereabouts."

Your blood ran cold, and you could feel your heart rate pick up. You didn't know if it were your parents or Mingi who tried to talk and soothe you. In the end, it didn't matter. No words could calm you down anyway, not when Wooyoung was roaming around somewhere out there. He was determined to get you back, determined to never let this nightmare end. You would never be able to sleep properly again, for as long as he was alive.

Tag: @belle643

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yourfatherlucifer · 10 months

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If I killed someone for you (Yunho)

Yandere!Psycho!Jeong Yunho x Reader

Summary:

He was an amazing man in the relationship, but he had..tendencies..tendencies to do things someone normal wouldn’t do. Like he’s over obsessive. In the beginning he was perfect, flawless even. However, it’s your school reunion, everyone was there, including your old group of friends, which had a few guys in it. Yunho didn’t like it..no..he hates it, he loathes it, the way they touch you when they laugh. Sure, they’re just your friends, but they’re men, men that could steal you away from him. He didn’t want that, he couldn’t have that. Maybe it’s time for his mind to finally break, and give in to his urges. He needs you for himself. What will he do?

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, overall yandere behavior, possessive behavior, killer behavior, mentions of torture methods, swearing, this whole one shot is a red flag.

(There are several different song lyrics hidden, and I based the high school on the high school I graduated from. And a thank you to @starillusion13 for editing and being my beta reader. I appreciate it so much.)

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My brown doe-eyed boyfriend was different, he’s perfect in my eyes, he’s everything I ever wanted. He had a sense about him, it was strange, but I thought nothing of it. He'd usually shower me with gifts, took care of my every need, so there obviously couldn't be anything wrong with him. He was the one I always wanted. He was a perfect one except for his possessiveness. I'm not complaining about this but sometimes it goes out of hand and it gets on my nerves. Maybe I'm thinking too much or he is just too caring to which, am just overreacting.

My mind could just be wrong about him. He's just a little possessive. Right?

“Yunho? Why did you leave your dirty clothes just left in the middle of the floor?” I yelled over his headphones, my tall and lean, and puppy eyed boyfriend sat in his gaming chair.

I assumed he was playing with friends, but this was ridiculous.

I guess he didn’t hear me since he clearly didn’t answer me. How annoying!

Huffing, I kicked his clothes across the room, boring a glare into the back of his head. Jackass.

Whatever, I have better things to do, than clean up after a grown man.

I left our shared room with a slam of the door.

I was getting too frustrated, I should just relax, ignore my boyfriend's asshole self for the time being.

Plus, I have to get ready for a school reunion. I received the text last week and honestly, I didn’t even think anyone from my high school would invite me. I was a loner then, still am.

I suppose I had a couple friends then, not sure they’d remember me though.

“What are you wearing?” I heard a voice approach me from behind. The voice had a sharp undertone in it.

“Yunho! Don’t do that, you scared me.” I placed a hand over my chest. Turning around to see him already staring at me with a dark look on his facial.

“I asked you a question. You should answer it.” Why was he always so authoritative to me?

I rolled my eyes at him, “Seriously? So, now I’m not even allowed to dress how I’d like?”

Yunho's eyes glossed over with anger, "Do not back talk to me, why are you dressed all fancy?" That's it. I've had enough of his damn behavior.

"Fuck you, Yunho, you've been nothing but a dick to me lately,always being so possessive. I am going out, I have a high school reunion. If you don't trust me, even though you should. Then come with me. I don't need or expect this from you." I stood my ground, I wasn't gonna take anymore of his bull crap.

He stared me down for a precise moment before he left the room, to our shared bedroom.

About five minutes later, he'd come out wearing a dark blue long-sleeve button up and jeans. The sleeves of his dress shirt were pushed up to his elbows.

When he dressed like this, he was overly attractive, if only he wasn't a dick sometimes.

Rolling my eyes once more, "Oh, so you do want to come with me. Fine, but please, enough with the possessive behavior."

When we had arrived at my old school, my gaze was all over the place, it was smaller than I remembered. Still looked fancy in the front. The football field behind the school was visible slightly around the corner and that was where the event had been organized.

The front banner said, ‘Welcome back, home of the pirates, class of (XXXX)!’

I looked at Yunho, his grip on the steering wheel had turned his knuckles white, "Um..it said the reunion is on the football field, so just head behind the school." With a nod from him, he pulled the car around the large building.

I don't know why, but I felt this looming sense of danger in the air. I really hope nothing bad happens, especially with the way my lover is.

"Y/N!"

Who called me? I don't..

I turned my head to the sound of whoever just called my name out, Yunho trailing extremely close behind me.

"Changkyun?" It was my best friend from freshman year, even though he was in a higher grade. I even had a crush on him then, but of course, I couldn't let Yunho know. Who knows what he'd do.

"Hi, dude, it's been awhile." Changkyun had wrapped his arms around me. I could just feel my lover's glare. This wasn't good. So I pulled away as fast as I could from my former friend.

"Yeah, it has, um, this is my boyfriend, Yunho." I turned around, but stepped back as soon as I saw his face. Yunho looked pissed. Like, it was honestly terrifying. I had never seen this look on him. His demeanor radiating a wave of danger to the cold environment of the late evening.

I mean, it was kind of hot, but something about it also didn't sit right with me.

Changkyun looked up, "Damn, you are tall. I'm Im Changkyun, I was Y/N's friend back in school." He held his hand out, but Yunho just stared at him down. Almost like he was threatened by his presence.

I could feel the tension in the air, maybe I should pull him away from this conversation. Yeah that's the best idea.

I grabbed the taller male's hand, "It was nice talking to you, Kyun, but I think we need to go." I chuckled nervously, pulling my lover away.

I stared up at him, "What was that, Yunho? Why were you glaring at him? He didn't do anything to you."

"Yes he did."

"What?"

I can't believe him. Was he serious? He did not just blame your friend for welcoming you there. If he continues being such an overbearing person, you might lose your mind before him.

"He touched what is mine, not his, mine."

There was that sense of dread again. MINE. You loved hearing him calling you his but sometimes that made you uncomfortable as if he was referring to some costly property which he wanted to lock it.

"How about this, what if I killed someone for you, Y/N? Would you love me more? Would that get inside your pretty little head, to show you and remind you that you are mine?" All of the sudden, he was leaning down, he had grabbed my wrist.

Oh my god, his grip was so tight, it felt like my wrist was gonna snap right off, "Stop it, Yunho! You're acting crazy! Let go of me, it hurts." I tried pulling away.

He wasn't letting go, and that killer look in his eyes was back.

"I don't care, what do you not understand?"

He was dragging me to the car, "You know, Y/N, I really cannot decide whether you should live or die. I mean, really. You come here dressed like you're going on a date, you let another man touch what is mine." He was laughing like a maniac.

Was he really going to kill me? No, no, he's just upset with me, that's all. I did nothing wrong though!

"Please, Yunho, stop! I love you! I didn't mean to do this, I didn't know he was gonna touch me." At this point, I was a sobbing mess, there was nobody around to save me.

An evil smirk was etched onto his face, after pushing me into the car, he locked the doors. Trapping me in with a psychopath.

As he sped down the road, the radio was almost blasting, he turned to me. "Maybe I should just crash the car, kill both of us! Or maybe, I could bury you alive, pour acid down your throat."

Why was he doing this? I don't want to die!

"Maybe I should just kidnap your little friend, keep him locked up in our basement. I could torture him for days, I could break him. You can watch!"

"Yunho, stop! I am sorry! I won't talk to him again! Please slow down, you're going to kill us." He was ignoring my pleas. The killer look in his eyes wasn't going to fade anytime soon.

"Oh, are you really? You are mine! Not some fucking tiny ass man can give you what I give you!"

He reached over, unbuckled my seat belt. The car sped up faster, this is it. I'm going to die. "Yunho!"

He was approaching a brick wall at top speed, but just three feet from it, he slammed on the brakes. My head smashed into the dashboard, knocking me out.

Cold water splashed onto my face, "Wake up, dear."

"Yun..?"

I had a pounding headache, why did my head hurt so bad? Why can't I move?

With my eyes fluttering open, I discovered I was restrained to a chair. My surroundings were definitely very familiar, it was our basement, but why was I down here?

"What's going on, Yun? Why am I tied up?"

The tall frame of my boyfriend was kneeled in front of me.

"Bad girls don't get to have freedom."

"What are you..oh," I remember now, I remember everything, "I told you I was sorry, why are you still doing this to me?"

"Because. I don't forgive you. Until you realize you're mine and stay away from other men, then I will be the perfect boyfriend again."

I shuddered with fear. I was never going to escape this, was I? I will never truly be free from him. I put myself unknowingly into a toxic relationship with a psychopath.

He gripped my jaw to look at him, "Everyday and night, I’m gon’ chase you. I love you, you should only love me."

I wanted to spit on his face, but I just don't know what he is capable of.

Tears were streaming down my face again, "Please, Yunho! I don't want anybody else, I want you! I only want you. I won't look at anyone else!"

He loosened his grip on my now bruised jaw, "That's a good girl, that's what I want to hear." Yunho chuckled, trailing a finger down my cheek.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

I shook my head up and down so fast, I swore my head would fall off.

'Yes, yes! I'll be your good girl, Yunho! I promise!"

The killer glint in his eyes faded just as fast as I blinked, "Good."

After untying me, he pulled me into a hug, rubbing the back of my head, before leaning next to my ear, "Because you will never escape me."

Oh no..

#yandere ateez #x reader #ateez yunho x reader #yunho x reader #jeong yunho #yandere yunho x reader #yandere

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Could I request platonic headcanons for chucky with a relative from when he was alive? You can choose whether it be a sibling, a cousin, a niece/nephew, child ect

Sure! I can try my best :) If something is wrong, my bad! Somehow the formatting was weird so if something seems missing, that might be it. For some reason a section is just... gone on my Docs?

Yandere! Platonic! Chucky with Relative! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Gore, Blood, Mass murder, Death, Rituals, Kidnapping implied, Manipulation, Dark themes, Forced companionship.

I want to say this gives him pause, honestly.

He most likely hasn't seen you in years so you're older no matter how you're related.

Plus… last time he saw you he wasn't a doll?

According to the Wiki, at least in the TV series (I've only seen Child's Play 1-3 so this may be wrong), he helped kill his own parents/relatives.

He probably isn't aware you are related to him at first.

He'd have to come across the information then go and find you or hear it from you as he stalks you.

At first he plans to make you a victim.

With a bloodlust as high as his it's a possibility.

Although… Then he gets to thinking.

He could just corrupt you instead!

Then you'll be part of his new family.

By the climax of his obsession he'd probably make you a doll.

Then you'll fit in.

Although, until then, he stalks you and maybe even picks off those around you.

Started a new family? Not for long.

Did you forget about him? Your long lost relative?

Well, he'll give you a reminder.

A bloody reminder when it comes to him.

You have no idea your life is about to get ruined until Chucky acts.

He's patient with you, waiting for the right moment.

He wasn't expecting it but he may be a little upset that you have a new family.

After the Slasher incident/his life of crime did you just… ignore that part of your life?

He really just means nothing to you, huh?

Then that makes him a bit irritated….

Oh, don't worry…

He'll just have to drag you back.

You'll recall your past… you'll give into it.

You just need a wake up call.

Which is then what leads to your new family, your new home, crumbling down.

You will wake up one day to the smell of drying blood.

The walls are painted in the stuff, gore is spread on your floor.

But there's Chucky at the foot of your bed… grinning.

He's covered in blood, your sheets are too, but he just seems so damn proud of himself.

“Forgot about me, did ya?”

You can scream, you can cry, that won't change what's been done.

Chucky uses this traumatic event to mold your mind.

After all, events like this can break a person.

Which allows Chucky to puppeteer you into doing what he wants.

He'll make you follow through with the doll ritual, he'll make you a killer…

After all, isn't it the family hobby?

He'll tell you this is what you were meant to do.

You're related after all, aren't you?

So welcome to your new (old?) family….

Chucky is no doubt still protective of you as a family member when he makes you a doll.

He won't let you die.

Even if you do… he'll bring you back.

He's done it countless times.

You'll get used to it.

He just knows you'll fit right in… after all you don't really have a choice.

Where else do you have to go?

You just have Chucky as your family now…

This is all you know now.

#yandere slashers #yandere slasher #yandere child's play #yandere chucky #yandere charles lee ray #platonic yandere

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you're doing okay! :)

May I request Ghostface with the reader who is obsessed with him? Like the reader always stares at him, squirms anytime Ghostface stabs them, always stares at him and stuff? How would ghostface react to it? :P (it would be nice if there was some nsfw but if you don't want to it's totally fine!!)

Survivor’s Obsession || Danny Johnson

Ahhhh thank you so much for this request!! I hope I did it justice lol 😅 this was honestly so much fun to write, and I definitely didn’t go light on the nsfw, so minors you better get out. (All I post is nsfw anyways… probably not the best place for you darned whippersnappers)

Warnings: Knifeplay (danny carves his name onto you), blood, fucking in trial, switch!Danny, switch!Reader, creampie, Meg. GN reader (first time doing GN reader)

Danny first noticed your… odd personality when he had you pinned to the ground, squirming underneath him as his knife plunged into your back. In your last moments, as Danny lifts your head for a selfie, he could’ve sworn he heard a quiet moan escape from your blood-filled mouth.

The masked killer wanted to know more about you. He could sense you watching him during trials, watching him with such intensity that he felt as if you might expose him. The cherry on top however was that no matter where he plunged his knife, you always positioned your body just right so your ass rubbed against his crotch as he moried you. At first he thought it was a coincidence, but now?

He knows it’s on purpose.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he slammed you against a wall and took you right there, demanding that you tell him every little thought you’ve had about him, or how many times you’ve came to the thought of him alone. Danny loved how obsessed you were with him. He’d noticed some of his selfies with you were missing, and he knew immediately that you had stolen them. Danny knew that the survivors weren’t exactly innocent people, but he wasn’t expecting you to go as far as breaking into his shack.

Danny wasn’t upset, in fact, the mental image of you stealing his things just to have some reminder of him was enough to have him in his shack screaming your name as he ruthlessly jerked his cock, cum spraying onto his bare chest.

You couldn’t focus on the trial, instead you found yourself following behind Ghostface, watching every move he made with wide eyes. He was like nothing you’d ever seen before; he was cocky, stunning—despite the fact that you’ve never even seen his face. He wasn’t huge and muscle-y like Trapper or Oni, instead he was lean and around average height. Despite his build, Ghostface still managed to hoist survivors onto his shoulder and onto hooks with ease.

Two survivors had already been sacrificed, and you couldn’t even be bothered to remember who they were. Meg had given up on trying to make you do generators, resorting to hiding until Ghostface killed you. You were fine with Ghostie killing you. Even if he was carrying you to a hook, you were still secure on his shoulder, his pretty, strong arm resting on your back to keep you locked in place. You never even tried to free yourself, you simply enjoyed what little contact you could get with the killer.

Danny could tell you were watching him again, staring at him with wide eyes. You were peering at him from behind one of Autohaven’s massive pile of cars, frozen in place for as long as Danny remained in your sight. It was cute, you wanted him so bad and everyone could tell. Maybe you’d tell him where Meg is? It had become quite clear that your teammates didn’t matter to you.

He began walking towards you, grinning beneath his mask as he watched you press yourself against a pile of cars, your body subconsciously leaning towards Danny as he approached you. You didn’t even try to run. Hell, you never did.

Danny clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. “Where’s your teammate, Dollface?” His voice was deep, smooth. It was enough to send a shiver down your spine, arousal building up inside of your sex. You had imagined yourself in so many scenarios with Ghostface, and you finally had a voice to match the man you’ve obsessed over for what’s felt like an eternity.

“I’m not sure. Probably hiding in a locker somewhere.” You stutter out, pulling yourself back into reality. Danny nods leaning against the pile of cars and crossing his arms. His knife rests loosely in his hands, Danny slowly swinging the knife side to side.

“They’ll show up eventually.” You agree with a nod, your cheeks flushing as Danny takes a step towards you. You were only a few feet apart, the masked killer looking down at you, barely visible red eyes staring at you from behind the mask. His expression was unreadable, but deep within his eyes was a look you could only describe as hungry.

“Would you happen to know anything about my missing pictures? I’d hate it if someone stole them.” You were reminded of the polaroid resting in your pocket; you had stolen it from his shack while he was in a trial. You took as many as you could carry, and almost every time you tried to rest you ended up touching yourself to one of the photos, your gaze honed in on the black eyes of the plastic mask Ghostface always wore.

Your lack of a response gets a chuckle from Danny, a deep, mocking chuckle that leaves you fighting back a moan as a sudden surge of pleasure shot through your lower half. The effect he had on you was strong, and he knew it. Had he known this whole time?

“You’re more of a stalker than I am, sweetheart. Your teammates must be so disappointed in you… tired of always being left to die because you can’t stop drooling over the fucking killer. Well guess what, dollface?” You had taken advantage of the situation, closing the distance between you and Ghostface. You now stood inches apart, his red eyes glancing up and down your body before losing themselves in your e/c eyes.

“What?” You press for an answer, risking everything by placing a hand on Danny’s chest. Danny takes things further by cupping your face in his gloved hand, leaning down until his mask brushed against the tip of your nose.

“I love how obsessed you are.” Ghostface whispers, brushing his fingers over your lips, his free hand resting on your waist. You wanted nothing more than to rip off his mask and smash your lips against his, to let him take you right there, right now.

“Ghostie…” You whimper, pushing your body against his. He was hard already, his erection pressing against your lower stomach. “My name is Danny, and you’ll be screaming it before I’m even close to being finished with you.” Danny steps away suddenly, only to grab you a moment later and toss you over his shoulder. His hand came to rest on your ass, massaging the soft flesh as he made his way towards the killer shack.

“What’s this?” Danny reaches into your back pocket with his free hand, laughing cockily when he pulls out a picture of you and him. In it, you were pinned to the ground by Danny, his knife surely resting in your back as he held you up by your hair. Blood was pouring out of your mouth, your eyes not yet lifeless, but instead glazed over with what seemed like lust. Danny tosses the picture aside, setting you down against the shacks pallet.

“How many times have you came to that photo? From how wrinkled it was, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were getting off to it seconds before this trial.” Danny knew exactly what to say to have you grasping at him, desperately wanting to speed things up. “Please…” Your voice was quiet, earning a ‘tsk’ from Danny.

“C’mon, dollface, you can beg better than that. I bet you were begging for me to bend you over a vault and fuck you senseless when you were watching me earlier, hmm?” Your hand traced up Danny’s chest, resting on the slim cheek of his mask. Your fingers occasionally dipped under the mask, your mind having to stop your body from taking it off. You wondered what Danny’s face would look like; maybe he’d have some stubble?

You couldn’t manage to say anything other than his name, your fingers curling into the mask, as a desperate way to say ‘I want this mask off now.’

“If you want the mask off,” Danny removed his hood, revealing messy black hair that was sloppily slicked back. He took your hands and placed them on either side of his mask. “Take it off.” With that said, you remove the mask from his face, your eye’s widening upon seeing what the mask hid.

His skin was as pale as could be, and his eyes had turned into a pale blue. His lips were plump, his jaw and chin clean of hair. His face was littered with small scars—your favorite a small, jagged scar that went across the edge of his lips. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face, his own way of telling you that he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“Tell me,” Danny starts, taking his knife out of his cloaks pocket. “What would your twisted little mind think if I were to carve my initials onto your chest?” You had dreamed of this moment with Danny since the moment you saw him. You cherished each scar you had received from trials with Ghostface, and now there was a chance to have a permanent reminder of Danny. Instead of responding, you toss his mask aside and cup his face, smashing his lips against yours.

Danny let out a loud, dramatic groan and kicks your legs apart with his foot. Without breaking the kiss, Danny presses himself against you, pressing and rubbing his leg against your clothed sex. You stifle a moan, but Danny tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling it hard enough to earn a surprised gasp from your sweet lips. Danny takes advantage of this and begins invading your mouth with his tongue, tasting each and every bit of your mouth with unbridled passion.

Eventually, the need for air takes over and Danny separates the kiss, his breath hitting your jaw in quick pants. He looked even better than you had imagined he would, each fantasy you had previously had of Danny were nothing compared to this.

“Fuck… let me know you want this, dollface.” You nod desperately, tugging at his cloaks tendrils. The tendrils wrapped around your wrists, slowly snaking their way up your arm. Satisfied with your answer, Danny steps away, kicking off his boots. You do the same, tossing your shoes somewhere in the small shack.

“Danny,” You start, stopping the killer in his tracks. “Strip for me.” You demand, a surge of dominance flowing through your veins. Danny chuckles, following your command without a second thought. He removes his gloves at lightning speed, tossing them beside his boots. Your eyes soak in every mole, scar, and muscle of Danny’s chest as he unzips his cloak.

“Is this what you expected, dollface?” It was so much more. Danny’s chest was littered his scars, and there was a mole just a few inches away from his belly button. He had a slight happy trail, his painfully hard cock still concealed by his cloak. “Strip all the way and I’ll tell you.” Danny obeys you, letting his cloak pool around his feet before kicking it away.

“What about now?” He asks with a cocky smirk. Danny’s cock was rock hard, precum leaking from its tip. His dick was aching to be touched, your own sex throbbing as well. Danny had more than enough to fill you, and you wondered if he would even fit.

“Perfect.” You tell him, eyeing him as you begin to undress yourself. “Touch yourself for me, Danny.” You were expecting Danny to be a tease, to make fun of your obsession for him. Instead he followed your orders, allowing you to take the dominant role. He was letting you live out your fantasies—though the next time he had you, you’d be his to control completely.

Danny ran his thumb over his slit, hissing through his teeth as he collected precum onto his finger. You had removed your pants and shirt, rubbing yourself through your underwear as Danny traced a finger down a vein on his cock. “I need you now, sweetheart.” Danny wraps his hand around the base of his dick, slowly jerking himself off as he made his way towards you.

“Make me yours, Danny.” With that said, you hook your thumb in the waistband of your underwear, taking them off and exposing your naked body to Danny. He stared at you like a predator staring at their prey, practically eating you up with his eyes. “Tell me everything you’ve ever wanted me to do to you.” Danny demands of you, his hard cock poking against your abdomen.

“I want you to fill me up, to mark me as yours. Fuck, Danny, I want you.” Danny chuckles, his hands resting on your hips. “I want you to scream my name, I want every survivor in this realm to know who you belong to.” You nod. Danny cups your face in his left hand, pressing his lips against yours.

You shiver as Danny’s hand cups your sex, moaning quietly. He pulls away from your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck before locking onto your skin just above your collarbone, biting down onto your flesh. You yelp, gripping his biceps. It didn’t take long before the pain subsided, and a loud, needy moan left your lips when Danny suddenly inserted a finger into your entrance.

“Fuck, Danny!” Danny pinches at your nipples, rolling the hard, sensitive buds between his fingers. “How many times have you came while imagining me, and only me?” Danny asks, his voice a deep whisper.

You decide to tease him, staring deep into his pale blue eyes, you chuckle. “How many—“ you gasp when Danny curls his finger, hitting a sensitive spot within you. “H-How many times have you came to me?” Danny hums, pulling his finger out of you momentarily before pushing two of his fingers into your sensitive hole. Your back arches and you scream Danny’s name, your hands scratching at his back.

“I couldn’t even begin to tell you how much I’ve wanted to do this to you, babe. I’ve gotten off in trials, all because of you, dollface.” Danny slams his fingers into you, producing another moan of his name from your lips. You had remembered trials with Danny in which he had disappeared for a while before returning, usually going a lot easier on everyone and even letting you escape sometimes.

“Think you’re ready for my cock, doll?” You nod, mind still fuzzy from Danny’s merciless finger-fucking. Danny pulls his fingers out, wrapping his hand around his aching cock and pumping it a few times, gauging his sensitivity. Guessing by the breathy groan that left him, and the throbbing sensation in your core, you imagined that neither of you would last long.

Danny gathers some precum onto his thumb and brings it up to your lips, moaning dramatically as you wrap your lips around his finger, licking and sucking his thumb clean. He positions his cock at your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole. You and Danny gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into Danny’s back as he buries his face in your neck, his dick pushing further and further into your hole.

Setting a slow rhythm, Danny begins pumping his cock into you, relishing in the lovely sounds that left you with each thrust of his cock. “Mark me, Danny! Fuck— Mark me as yours!” You grab his knife, that he had set atop the pallet, and give it to him eagerly. Danny chuckles, slowly dragging the blade up your chest.

“You’re gonna—fuck, you’re gonna have fun trying to hide this, Y/n.” Danny jokes as he presses the blade into your skin just above your breasts. You hiss, the pain slowly turning into pleasure as Danny speeds up his thrusts. Blood was pouring down your chest, but you could still make out the ‘D.J.’ Now engraved onto you. The sight was enough to make you moan, whimpering as Danny tosses his knife aside and begins slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Fuck— I’m yours, Y/n. And-“ Danny leans down until his mouth was level with your ear. “You’re mine.” He growls, nibbling on your earlobe. Danny grabs yours thighs, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist so he could thrust even deeper into you. You grab at the pallet behind you, tossing your head back as Danny hits your G-spot.

You could feel the familiar knot forming in your abdomen, a feeling that Danny had caused many times, even if he wasn’t actually with you until now. You knew Danny was close too, his pace faltering as he lets out a sweet moan of your name.

“I’m so close, baby.” Danny tells you, his voice shaky. “M-Me too.” You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to hold off your orgasm until Danny was closer. “‘Gonna fill you up… have you leaking everywhere. You’ll have to limp your way back to your campfire, my cum still dripping out of you.” Danny rambles between moans. Wet, phallic sounds filled the small shack as Danny fucked you. You were sure, that wherever Meg was, she had to know what you were doing by now; but you didn’t care.

“S-Shit! I’m gonna cum! Fucking— cum with me, dollface!” Danny tells you, and you give Danny a quick ‘C-Cumming!’ Before you tighten around his cock, screaming his name as your climax hits you. Danny thrusts himself deep into you, letting out a whimper of your name as his seed fills your hole. Danny fucks into you slowly, pushing his cum deeper into you. He pulls out when the pair of you began to feel overstimulated, collapsing onto the ground next to you.

You join him, your legs shaky and your sex sore as cum leaks out of you. Danny wraps his arm around your waist, admiring your bloody, marked, fucked-out body. He knew, in your twisted little mind, that this was everything you’d wanted and more. He knew that you’d show everyone your mark, letting them know exactly who you belonged to. Danny knew that you’d still stare at him in trials, hoping that he’d pin you against a wall and fuck you senseless.

“How do you feel, babe?” Danny asks, tracing circles onto your thigh with his thumb.

“I feel… great. You?” You look up at Danny, already imagining every place you could mark him the next time you did this. Now, when you were touching yourself in your shack, grasping onto a polaroid of you and him that you’d stolen, you would know how good his fingers felt. How full his cock made you feel.

“Like a million dollars.” You chuckle, laying your head against Danny’s shoulder. Danny lays his head on yours. “I should probably go find Meg. If she finds you like this she might just kill you herself.”

You glance outside the shacks window, smirking as you make eye-contact with a certain redhead, still cowering behind a rock.

“Meg can wait.”

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And thats a wrap!! I wrote most of this really late at night because I haven’t had time during the day, but I still hope enjoy it! Love ya. 💙

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