#dark.web
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wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
↠ summary: After the late priest had died of mysterious circumstances, Father Getou had replaced him. With the new priest’s presence, a sickness and missing students followed. You weren’t fooled by his pleasant smiles, attempting to keep your distance, but what Father Getou desired, he obtained.
↠ word count: 10,232
↠ pairing: geto suguru x reader
↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, vampire/dark academia au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, power imbalance, catholism, blasphemy, teacher (?)/student (reader is 19), priest! geto, blood. NSFW (NONCON, blood play, corruption kink, knife play, biting, orgasm denial, loss of virginity, fuck or die, geto is a creep)
↠ a/n: i literally know nothing about catholic schools and you can tell by this fic lmao. this is for @semisgroupie taboo collab!! hope you enjoy the fic <33
You had been the one to find the former priest dead. Being one of the few students that stayed in the summer, the smell fermented in the humid air. Decay was a scent you could never forget.
You hadn't meant to find him, but there was an itch in your nose you couldn't ignore. Down the corridor to where the priest slept and no students were allowed, your mary janes pattered against the creaking floorboards. The door opened with ease, the lock not in use.
There on his bed was his rotting body, festering faster in the August heat. You stared blankly as the head nun frantically escorted you out. She had covered your eyes with her wrinkly, soft hands as if it would shield you from the horror you already saw.
"Don't speak of this," she warned.
You heeded. There was no point in gossiping about an old priest dying of old age. Or at least, you assumed that was the cause.
When school and your senior year started a week later, all the students were informed of the priest's death. Shock rocked the school as no details were given of his death, just that he had passed in his sleep. You dared not speak of how his eyes were wide open.
“Students, everyone say hello to Father Getou.”
A nun about a few years older than the whole classroom walks into disrupting the history lesson. A man well over six feet came in toe with the young woman. He surely didn’t have the typical look of a priest. His hair was an inky black that flowed down to mid-back. Deep blue plugs stretched his ear lobes wide enough to be noticeable but not off putting. Despite his build, he was light on his feet.
You sat in the back of the classroom, but even from the distance separating you both, your pores raised. A sly look was present on his visage that reminded you of a fox. His slim eyes the same hue as his plugs scanned the room until they met yours. Your face remained blank in response to which he gave a close-eyed smile.
He broke the contact first as he surveyed the other students in the room. You turned your focus to your friend, Megumi, in hopes he also sensed something amiss in the air. The man only had his cheek squished against his hand, bored with the introduction. Of course, he was of no help.
Megumi was the longest and really only friend you had in this forsaken school. The fellow senior was the only one that tolerated your abrasive and mischievous attitude. If you were lucky, sometimes he would join you in your antics, but usually he was your impulse control.
After the quick introduction, Father Getou left the room with the same grace he came in with. Before he left the doorway, he locked gazes with you once again, something you couldn’t describe twinkling in those onyx eyes. Whatever it was, the feeling of being acutely aware of the back of your neck didn’t leave. Try as you may, no matter how much you rubbed your nape, the sensation wouldn’t leave.
“Are you okay?” Megumi questioned, his eyebrow quirked up.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
He shrugged away your bland response and turned back to the nun teaching. The rest of the class dragged on slower than before, if that was even possible. At this point, you abandoned trying to pay attention to whatever bullshit history they spun to fit in the bible, gazing out the window. The leaves had yet to brown and decay like the later priest.
The bell ringing had pulled you from your soon to be spiraling thoughts. Sighing in relief, you stuff your barely used notebook into your bag. You waited for Megumi to pack his own materials, ready to take the much needed break on the roof.
“Y/n, come here,” the nun beckoned.
What did I do this time?
Seeing the look on your face, she rolled her eyes and called you over with her hand as one does a dog. “Just get over here.”
“Yes, Sister?” The question on the tip of your tongue.
“You didn’t do anything… this time,” she answered as if reading your thoughts, “Father Getou would just like to talk to you in his office.”
“Why?” You placed your hand on your hip, already on the defensive.
“Stop being so insolent and go.”
Waving your hand as you walked you snarked, “fine, fine. I’m going.”
As she muttered under her breath, you ignored her as you walked down the halls bustling with other students to the Father’s office. The path to the room was one that was familiar to you, by now you wouldn’t be surprised if your footprints were welded into the hardwood floors.
The school was old, but prestigious. Despite the way the worn wood creaks, it was a dark, squeaky clean mahogany. The rich cherry color crept three-fourths up the wall until it merged with ivory. Sunlight seeped in from the long, gothic style windows. If you weren’t dropped off here as a punishment, you would have admired the buildings more.
You whistled, hands clasped behind your back as you took your time. Thick heels clicked against the floor and you paid no mind to the disturbance you were sure causing. Whoever this new priest was, you didn’t get a good feeling about him.
Despite your dilly-dallying, Father Getou’s office door stood before you. Peering up, you see the previous Father’s plaque was already replaced. That was fast. You tilted your head at the gold sheet.
You reached up to knock on the door, but before your knuckles could hit the wood a “come in,” called from the other side. He must have seen your shadow from beneath the door. How particular.
Pushing the door open, you spied Father Getou sitting at the desk, taking up the whole room. He sat there with his face resting on intertwined hands. His face was pulled into a sickly sweet, closed lip smile. Even in his all black attire except the white collar binding him to his oath to God, nothing seemed holy about him. A wolf amongst sheep. When will he shed his wool?
“Don’t just stand there,” he summoned you over.
You were cautious as you stepped further into the den. Nothing about the office had changed besides who now resides inside it. Each wall was the same, no pictures were taken down as the previous priest never cared for material things. You could assume Father Getou was the same way.
The chair that was the same cherry hue as the rest of the wood around you was just as familial as the walk here. Making yourself as comfortable as you possibly could in the uncushioned seat, sitting here was punishment on your poor ass. You slouched into the chair and kept your hands on your lap. Your eyes stared right into his, not breaking the connection. He simply grinned wider.
You shifted, your mission to make him uncomfortable flipped onto you, “why am I here?”
Father Getou leaned back and placed his hands onto the desk, crossed. The image of such reformity. That same overly pleasant look was on his face.
“Nothing bad, I swear. I’m just hoping to get to know all my new students, nothing more.”
His words were innocent enough, you didn’t get why you were called first. It's not like you were the oldest student in the school, simply the second oldest. Megumi was the oldest as he also stayed back a grade. It had less to do with being a nuisance: he was homeschooled so he didn’t have enough credit to be the grade he was supposed to be in.
Father Getou bent down to pull out a file from a drawer in the desk. You weren’t even surprised that your file was kept so close on-hand. He flipped the manila folder open with a swish. From the yellowed paper sat your information from birthdate to height all the way to your records.
“Ah, it says here Ms. L/n that you have quite the record. Tendency to ignore instructions, skip out of class and not participate during prayer, just to name a few things. Quite the problem child I have on my hands,” his words slithered in your ears. His tone was almost playful like your behavior was a joke between the two of you.
“I don’t know what you want me to say to that.” Your words were honest. You weren’t going to lie or even defend yourself.
“It also says,” he continues, completely ignoring you, “that your parents placed you here two years ago, your first junior year. My, were you even more rambunctious than you are now.” He glanced up at you, eyes lit up as you silently seethed in your seat. You don’t see how this needed to be read out to you.
Gracefully he closed the file. Father Getou placed his hand over the file and leaned over the desk, back to being closer to you.
“We will be seeing each other a lot more in the future, my problem child.”
You grimaced at the less than savory pet name. “May I go now?”
He raised a brow.
“Father?”
“Yes, of course. Run along.”
You couldn’t have left that damned office faster.
“Did you hear that Hina collapsed?” One girl murmured.
The one beside her, her eyebrows pinched and peaked in the center, “yeah, I was in her class when all of a sudden she fainted! And get this, blood was pouring out her nose, too.”
The girl shuttered and rubbed her arms almost hugging herself, “God this is giving me the chills. This is the third girl to pass out this week! I hope I don’t catch what they have, God willing--”
“Ahem!” Before the girls could finish gossiping a nun came barrelling towards them, “don’t you girls have places to be?”
“Sorry sister.” They scampered off, tails between their legs.
You stood on top of one of the high window sills along with Megumi. Up above the rest of the school, you giggled at the scolding the younger girls received. Your partner in crime elbowed you.
“Don’t be mean.”
Rolling your eyes, you quipped, “I’m not being mean, ‘gumi.”
He feigns throwing up at the nickname and you giggled harder in response. It was an atrocious shortening of his name and you loved torturing him with it.
“And you two! Get down from there,” the same nun shouted.
“Uh oh, busted.” You grabbed Megumi’s hand and jumped down from your perch.
Hand in hand, Megumi pulled you away from the seething Sister down the hall and out a side door. Out from there you guys run towards your usual spot. Skipping now, you race in front of Megumi. Turning to look behind you, fingers still clasped together, a rare smile graced Megumi’s lips.
“Fuck!” You shouted as you ran straight into a solid mass. Falling on your ass at the force, Megumi tumbled with you.
Rubbing your nose, you looked up to see Father Getou standing in front of you. A smile on his face as he tilted his head at your position. You were quick to smooth out your skirt, almost conscious of how you look.
His already large frame towered over you, like you were a mere ant to be stepped on by a careless child. Megumi who had fallen with you groaned in pain. In the scuffle, your hands were separated. As Father Getou offered his own palm to help you up, your hand oddly felt empty. Dismissing his gesture, you got up on your own. Though as you swung your leg to your side to lift up, your legs gave up from under you.
Confused, you glanced back up, Father Getou still had a smile but his cheek twitched. Bending down, he grabbed your upper arm, gentle but firm. “Please be careful,” he spoke in the air around the three of you, but he breached the space only between you two, “it’s rather rude to refuse help from someone who so nicely offers it.”
You grimaced at his hot breath on your neck. Ripping your arm from his grasp, you turned to Megumi who got up from his own. Taking the hint, Father Getou took a step back, but his eyes stayed to you.
“Come on, let's go,” you said to Megumi and forced his body away from the priest. Keeping a hand on Megumi’s back, your head pivoted around to take one last glance. There, Father Getou’s smile was gone as he gave you a dead-eyed look, almost full of contempt before he slapped a simper back on.
His eyes were so full of soft rage they seemingly gleamed red for a moment.
Days bled into weeks as the weather grew colder. By now, the leaves had dried and died, decorating the frost-bitten ground with their carcasses. Leaves crunched under your worn mary-janes. The school grounds were barren as everyone was either in class, leaving the church completely empty. This was the only time you truly had time to yourself. You rounded the corner of the back of the church. Bending down, you rummaged through the bush where you hid your cigarettes.
“Aha!” you rejoiced in a whisper, finally grasping the crumpled box.
Reaching further into the bush as it rustled, you also grasp your lighter. You used to keep it on you, but the nuns had patted you down when some idiot lit the trash in the cafeteria on fire. Of course it got blamed on you and not the other students (most likely the boys) being idiots. You weren’t a pyromaniac, you just wanted to smoke in peace.
Stretching back up, you turned towards the church to combat the wind. Pulling a cigarette from the pack, you tucked the box under your arm. Placing the tan filter in between your lips, you cupped your hand at the end of the cigarette, sparking the lighter to life.
“Come on,” you muttered, eyes going cross-eyed from glaring at the damn lighter.
Finally the fire caught. You inhaled the nicotine, the headache you previously had wiped away. Sighing in relief, you tossed the lighter back into the bush. Spinning around to face away from the church to gaze in the woods that surrounded the area, a screech left your lungs.
Not even two meters away from you stood Father Getou, hands behind his back like usual.
“Fuck!” you seethed and quickly ripped the cigarette from your mouth onto the ground. You were quick to stomp it out and kick into a different bush that wasn’t where your lighter was. The box still tucked under your arm, you grasp it and hide it behind your back.
Father Getou watched as you scrambled, silent as he closed the distance easily. Like he did a few weeks ago, he crowded your space, making you crane your neck to remain eye contact. His hands pull themselves from behind his back, one wrapping around you to pry the cigarette box from your shaking hands. As he pulled his hand back, he mockingly shook it in front of your face.
“These are mine now.”
You only glared back, pissed but there really wasn’t anything you could do now. Father Getou put the carton in the pockets of his robes. Despite taking the offending item, he still perpetrated the air around you.
“Don’t let this happen again,” he leaned his head down to nose against your neck, “it ruins your smell.”
You flinched back at his odd words. “We will see about that,” you responded to the first thing, ignoring his weird statement.
At that, Father Getou stood up straight, “I suppose we will, my dear trouble child.”
Taking that as his cue, he left you stranded behind the church, the smell of nicotine still clinging. Getting over the icky sensation Father Getou leaves, ire festered in your lungs. That was your last pack for this month, it was incredibly difficult to sneak out into town.
Sure he was gone by now, you leave the church to stomp your way back into the main grounds. Time had barely passed as there was still no one outside. The wind whistled and shivers went down your spine so you wrapped your cardigan closer to you. Warmth barely came from the action. An eerie inkling ticked at the nape of your neck. Just like when you first met Father Getou, you rubbed the skin, hating how unseen eyes bored into you.
Quickening your pace, you barrel through the school doors. From there the halls were just as empty. You could hear a faint cough that plagued the grounds. For the past month, students have been dropping like flies. More and more have been visiting the infirmary with flu-like symptoms before collapsing. There have been dozens of students now that have not come back to class. You were all told that the parents took them home until they felt better, but you knew that was bullshit.
It was only October.
You pushed the thought from your head and continued to your destination. You climbed the winding stairway to the right that led to the boys dorms. Technically you weren’t allowed to go there, but what the nuns don’t know won’t kill them and no one was going to snitch.
Slamming the door open to the common room, you spied Megumi and Yuuji, another senior, deep in conversation.
“The fucker stole my cigarettes!”
Both jumped at your shrill voice so absorbed in what they were talking about.
“Who?” Megumi asked.
“Did a nun finally catch you?” Yuuji laughed. He always bet on when--not if--you were going to be caught.
Walking over to the two, you smack Yuuji upside the head, “no, asshole. Father Getou took them.”
Yuuji rubbed his head, muttering about how you had an arm on you. You ignored him as you jumped over the back of the couch to sit between the two. As you got comfortable, you crossed your arms and pouted.
“Take them back then,” Megumi said flippantly, rolling his eyes at your pout.
You perked up, “that’s a good idea.”
His face instantly deadpanned, “I was joking.”
“And well, I’m not.”
The oldest of you three sighed, raising a brow at you, “How are you even going to get into his office?”
An evil grin graced your lips, tightening your crossed arms. “I have my ways.”
Plan set in motion, you actually attended the rest of your classes. You didn’t need a nun on your ass as well. Classes usually ended at three o’clock so you would only have to wait until dinner was served at six o’clock. During that time Father Getou would offer a prayer before the meal. The prayer would be no longer than 5 minutes as well as the time for him to get back to his office since he never ate with the rest of the staff and students. So you had to be fast.
Time seemed to drag on as you waited for the clock to strike three. Before dinner, you needed to grab a set of keys as the priest never left his office unattended to. You would have to steal from the janitor as he was the only one with keys to all the doors in the school.
It was quite easy to steal from him as this wasn’t the first time you swiped his keys. The man was incredibly absent-minded and you felt almost bad for abusing that character flaw.
Three rings of the grandfather clock indicated the exact time you were waiting for.
“Finally,” you mumbled.
Shoving your unused notebook and pens into your bag, you raced out of the room. You waved bye to the nun who rolled her eyes at you. She loved you.
The bustle of other students in the wide halls nearly suffocated you. It was hard to see over the bodies swarming you. Everyone was as anticipating down time as you were, racing to get to whatever hangout spot they chose.
“Y/n!” A voice called from amongst the crowd.
Going on your tip-toes you tried to peer over everyone to see who was called you.
“Over here, idiot!”
Turning your head to the right, Yuuji was standing on the windowsill, waving his hand like crazy. Smiling, you push your way through the gaggle to make it to the pink haired man.
Grasping his hand that he offered, he uprooted you onto the ledge with him. Sure you were stable, he let you go.
“You still going through with your plan?”
“Of course I am.”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to buy a new pack?” He tilted his head to look more at you.
“Maybe, but I want my shit back.”
“Ah!” he quipped, finger pointing up before directing it at you, “this isn’t about your addiction, this is a matter of pride.”
You grabbed his digit and bent it backwards until he yelped, “don’t act smart, Yuuji.”
“I am wounded, in two ways!” Yuuji rubbed his finger dramatically to emphasize his words.
Ignoring him, you spied the janitor and therefore the keys attached to his dull grey jumpsuit. You could only hope at some point he would put them down so you didn’t have to actually steal them off his body.
As the bodies dispersed, you hopped down from your perch, Yuuji following. The janitor mosied his way down the hallways into one of the bathrooms. He put a sign that he was cleaning so no girls felt uncomfortable seeing him in there. You hated how sweet he was, it made it hard to steal from him.
Ignoring the sign, you followed him in. The door was left open so you didn’t have to worry about the creaking sound. Yuuji stood guard outside the bathroom in case. The janitor took off his keys, hating how the giant circle of metal hit his leg as he cleaned. He placed them on his cart at the front of the bathroom.
The bathrooms in the school were oddly designed. The room was shaped like an L. Entering there was a row of 5 rows of bathroom stalls and parallel to it was two big mirrors with a table attached to the wall, spanning the length of said wall. Around the corner was where two sinks were. Even at the sink closest to the door, you would have stepped away to see who entered.
Counting all your lucky stars, the janitor started with the sinks. Knowing it wouldn't take more than a couple moments to clean, you rapidly tip-toed to the cart, sure not to let your heels touch the ground. As quiet as possible you dipped over to where the keys were placed. You knew exactly what key was used for the priest’s office. It was how you found the late priest’s body in the first place.
The key was a deep bronze, a cross carved into it that was almost worn down by now. The metal was probably as ancient as the school. Your fingers delicately pulled the keyring apart, keeping the keys on the flat surface. As the thin metal parted like a split lip, you tugged key after key to reach the one you wanted. Unfortunately it was in the middle of the line.
Footsteps that weren’t yours had you pause. Glancing from over the cart, you eyed the bend of the room. You stopped breathing. Seconds passed by. The janitor didn’t emerge from the other side. Sagging in relief, you rapidly take the keys off until you reach the bronze. Biting your lip, you twirled it in your fingers so it fell into your palm. Pocketing your prize, you shoved the rest of the keys back onto the ring forgoing the order.
Mission completed, you raced out of the bathroom. The janitor left the section of the toilets just as you left. Heart pounding, you grabbed Yuuji and speed walked the opposite way of the bathroom.
“Did you get it?”
You shushed him and kept going until you guys entered a different hallway. Collapsing against the wall, you peered back down the hall you left anticipating an angry janitor demanding his key back. After a few seconds of pure silence, you rested your head on the wall and closed your lids.
“So?” Yuuji questioned eagerly.
Smirking, you opened your eyes and went into your cardigan pocket. Pinching the key between your fingers, you dangled it in front of his face.
“Holy shit!” He laughed.
“I told you I could do it,” your tone was smug.
Yuuji bumped shoulders with you, giddy, “Now you just have to get past Father Getou. I swear that dude has eyes on the back of his head or literally everywhere. He always knows what’s going on. It’s annoying,” Yuuji pouted.
“If I’m quick enough during dinner then I won’t have to deal with his creepy sixth sense of telling when we are up to something.”
“I’ll sneak some food for you,” Yuuji offered.
“Nah I will be back before then. Gotta be in and out or else it will raise suspicion.”
“Well if you can steal a key from someone right under their nose, I’m sure this will be a piece of cake.”
Locking arms with you, you two make your way back to the common room, “Don’t you know it.”
Your leg bobbed up and down as you glared at the clock on the wall in the boy’s common room. This was like watching water boil. For everything to go according to plan, you had to reach his office right at six and not a second earlier or later. Everything would fall out of place if you ended up caught before you could even make it into the office.
“Staring at it won’t make it go faster,” Megumi spoke.
“Shut up.”
“I still can’t believe you decided to go through with this,” he lectured, “I was joking. If you wanted cigarettes so bad, I could buy some for you.”
Still not looking at him, you wave your hand like he was a pestering fly, “it isn’t about cigarettes, it's about--”
“--them being yours,” he cut you off and finished your sentence, “yeah yeah, I still think it’s stupid.”
Before Megumi could finish his scolding, the clock struck five-fifty-six.
“I gotta go!” You sprung from the couch and raced towards the door.
You heard him muttering under his breath to which you took no offense to. Megumi was always the more responsible of you two.
Your body slammed against the door, swinging it loose and almost hitting an underclassmen.
“I’m sorry!” You called as you brushed past them.
They simply kept walking, probably used to you. The colors of the building flew around you, your feet carrying you down the stairs. Repetitive clicking against the wood was satisfying to your ears as you jumped from the bottom three. You stumbled a little but were quick to gain your footing.
Rounding the hallway in which Father Getou resided, you waited and hid behind the wall. Peeking your head out, you saw him leave his office with a turn of his own key. He continued down the other end of the hall to make it to the cafeteria. Though, he stopped. Your breath caught in your throat.
As he turned his head, you shot back behind the wall. Finding purchase in the wall, your hands by your hips. You stilled your inhale. The sound of his footsteps pattering further away brought air back into your lungs. Letting out a stuttering exhale, you peeked from the wall again, Father Getou was truly gone.
The deep chime of the grandfather struck six times. Affirmed that he was giving thanks to the food, you ran to the door. Taking the key from your pocket, you jammed it into the door knob. You fumbled with shaking hands. Sweat caked your palms as the key finally went in. Twisting it, the lock unlatched with a click. Taking no time to celebrate the mini victory, the door opened and closed with vigor. Putting the key back in your pocket, you raced to behind his desk.
Crouching down you started at the left side, the first drawer was completely empty. Slamming it closed, you went down to the second to meet with the same result, no cigarettes. You opened the bottom most drawer only to find paperwork and a bible. Seething, you made your way to the right side this time starting with the bottom drawer. This one didn’t unfasten at all. Biting the inside of your cheek, you left it as it is. It must be the drawer where student files are in. You unhinged the second drawer only to be met with something strange.
In the desk was Hina’s necklace. One of the first students to fall ill, you hadn’t seen her since September. You weren’t close with her in any way, but it was often she fiddled with the silver teddy bear charm. The clasp was broken.
Completely perplexed, you take the necklace and shut the drawer. You try not to dwell on it as you were on limited time so you opened the last drawer only to be met with nothing. Stressed, you pulled at your hair.
The sound of the door shutting had your pupils blown wide. Peeling your hands from your hair, you slowly look over the desk to see Father Getou standing in the only feasible exit in the room. Seeing you saw him, the priest turned the lock with a resounding click.
Adrenaline pumping, you shot up from your crouched position. Completely trapped in a room with Father Getou was foreboding and your legs quivered. You never felt this scared of any of the staff in the school.
His posture was full of leisure and amusement. Fancy dress shoes pittered against the floor as he made his way over to you.
“It hasn’t even been a day and you already gave into temptation.”
Like a wraith, the priest walked around the desk until he had you completely against the furniture. The edge dug into your lower back as you gripped the same edge. His nose was mere centimeters.
Swallowing, you refused to give into his intimidating tactics and taunts, “isn’t one of the commandments to not steal? I’m only here to take back what is mine.”
“I wasn’t stealing, only relieving you of sin.”
“As if we all don’t sin, some way or another,” You scoffed at the notion. He wasn’t relieving anything, only toying with you
“Yes but some of us repent.”
Your lip twitched, “Hypocritic.”
“Heretic,” he gives a side smile, like you two were playing a game.
The room shrunk as he brushed his nose to yours. Your nails dug into the wood. What would crack first, your nail bed or the wood. You hoped the wood so you would leave evidence you were in here.
The priest’s hand reached for you and you flinched back. The hand stopped and redirected its journey from your face to your hair. Placing the palm on your head, it engulfed you. If he so desired, he could crush your skull like a grape.
Gently he stroked the hair that grew from your roots. As he stared at you with such a soft gaze, you felt yourself give in to his affections. Your eyelids slipped closed as you leaned into his palm like a touch starved kitten.
“There you go my sweet girl.”
His voice pulled you out. Gripping his wrist, you wrench from him like skin melted together. Open your lids, you glowered at him.
“Get away from me.”
Sighing, Father Getou followed your wishes and stepped away with hands raised. Keeping your leer on him, you walked backwards until your back hit the door. With trembling fingers you twisted the lock open, freeing you.
Father Getou put his hands behind his back once more, visage blank. You ripped the door open and high tailed from the strange priest. Those blasted cigarettes were long forgotten. Instead Hina’s necklace was heavy as the earth in your pocket.
Six more students were put into hospice later that night.
Next to Spring, Winter was your least favorite season. The snow was pretty, but the holiday season was the bane of your existence. The past three years you had no one to celebrate with along with the arrival of your birthday. At this point you had stopped acknowledging it. Since you and Megumi were only a week apart in age, you focused more on making it about him. Megumi could relate to being dumped into this school with no contact of family.
Apparently it wasn’t even his father that dropped him off, but a family friend he lived with since he was five years old. He doesn’t even remember his dad besides vague memories. You wish you could say the same.
December came and went, January had crept up. So here you sat shivering in the church as mass was in session. You were slouched down in your seat, completely uninterested in what the head nun was blabbering about. By now, the bible was ingrained and singed into your brain. Instead of ridges it was wrinkled with the word of God.
You huffed out a laugh, you were sure they would have loved that. No thoughts, only God. Megumi eyed you from where he leaned his forearms on the pew in front of him, fingers interlocked. He also didn’t care for prayer but he was damn good at pretending.
“Ms. L/n,” a voice seethed.
To the left of you was a nun, looking like she swallowed a whole lemon. Her arms were crossed like yours, but out of contempt and not boredom.
“This is the last time I am going to tell you to sit properly.”
“I am cold,” you bit back, irritated. For some reason they decided to keep the doors open.
The nun’s nostrils flared, “go to Father Getou.”
You thought you were cold now, but the sound of his name sent ice into your blood, “but--!”
“Go,” she barked. She stomped away to where you assumed she was going to phone Father Getou that you were going to pay him a visit.
Wanting to get this done and over with, you get up from your seat and take the walk of shame out of the church. Some students watched as you left mass and others kept to their prayer. Though who eyed you, half were curious and others jealous. Maybe if they showed how bored they were, they could follow you out. If only.
Taking the path less traveled, funnily enough, to Father Getou’s office. Since that night months ago, you had avoided him like the plague. Since finding Hina’s necklace, you grew even more wary of him. You could handle a touchy priest, but the words left unsaid of why her broken necklace was in his drawers had you nervous.
Faster than you would have liked, you stood before his office door. Knocking, you waited for him to beckon you in.
“Enter.”
Abandon hope, ye who enter here, you joked in your head. It didn’t make you feel any better.
Opening the gateway, Father Getou was at his desk, ignoring you as you walked in and took a seat in front of the writing table without any instructions. He kept writing on the documents in front of him. Sneakily you tilted your head up to get a better look at what the paperwork was about. From what you could read it was a parent worried about their child’s whereabouts. Before you could read more, Father Getou slid it away from your view.
“So I got a call that you weren’t participating in mass.”
Tapping your foot, apathetic to having had this conversation hundreds of times before. Instead Father Getou it was the late priest whose tone was kind and full of pity compared to smugness.
“You can say that.”
The morning sun spilled into the room from behind him. A halo of light surrounded him likened to an angel. As if.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, he got up from his seat and walked behind you.
On edge, you try to get up, “what are you--”
"My child, do you even believe in God?" He placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you in your seat.
"N-not particularly," you answered, suspicious of his intentions.
He bent at the waist, leaning into your ear. His form swallowed yours. You were like a butterfly pinned to a board. Every stroke of his strong, heavy hands, broke the fragile wings. Your spine crumbled like the membrane.
The longer in his presence, the harder to resist the pull of his touches. Like a drug addict he was the syrupy call of just one more hit.
“How about you?” You slurred.
“What about me,” Father Getou rested his chin upon your head. Bathing you in.
Lulled by his melody, you continued, “Are you a believer?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
Your body slacks, but your hand hitting the side of the chair broke you out of whatever trance he put you in. Rolling your shoulders, you sprung up, hoping his teeth hit each other. Unfortunately, he released you before he sustained an injury.
Whipping around, you glowered, “You’re weird.”
His face fell, “you wound me.”
Getting up from the chair, you round it to keep eye contact. Despite his towering frame, you tempted the beast. “You’re weird,” you repeated, “and I am not fooled by you. Whatever it is, keep it away from me.”
And like before, you walk out with your gaze locked onto his.
As the flowers bloomed through the March frost, over seventy students have fallen ill and three-fourths of those students were sent home to recover. Fear swept through the whole student body, terrified they were the next to fall sick.
Contempt filled you as you sat in the infirmary. Those that are the newest patients got to stay in the nurse’s office while the others were sent to the gymnasium that was now turned into a makeshift hospital. There was only one nurse and her assistant. Both were stretched thin as the students rapidly got sicker. Impuissance filled you as you offered your help.
The student who laid in the bed coughed into their elbow as you wiped a cool cloth across her forehead. The antibiotics she had taken offered no solace so you tried your best to keep her fever down and soothe the aches.
She started coughing more violently, hunching over herself in pain. As she started gasping for air, terror struck you.
“I-I’ll get the nurse.”
You hurried out of the room and down the hall to where she was attending other students in the gym. Moonlight along with the soft glow of the lanterns spread through the halls. Running down the corridor, a faint groan reached your ears. Your feet skidded as you halted to a stop.
There, a couple feet from you was a door not latched all the way. Curious and worried, you crept up to the door. More sounds of pain spilled from the room. Now concerned, you looked through the crack of the door.
Slapping your hand over your mouth to cover your gasp, your eyes bulged. Father Getou had one nurse in a pretty compromising position if you only took a quick glance. His own palm swallowed her whole lower face and his head was pressed against her neck. But as you looked closer, her eyes were unfocused and brimmed with tears that spilled over. Father Getou was kissing sweet nothings into her skin, but was feasting upon the flesh. Blood poured out from the wound of his teeth. His free arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her colding body from falling with a thud.
The nun had been one of the people that had been ill the past few days. Now seeing the display in front of you, it had been Father Getou. It had been him all along. Why he had Hina’s necklace made more sense.
Seeing enough, you walked backwards from the scene and raced down the hallway far away from him. Your mind raced as you thought of where to go. He must have heard your feet skittering away from the door.
“Y/n,” his voice cooed from behind you.
Paralyzed, you dare not turn around. Similar to a child scared of the monster under their bed, you wanted to hide under your blanket. If you didn’t see it, it wouldn’t see you.
The slurping sounds of him licking his chops likened to a famished dog disgusted you.
“Don’t be like that, we can talk about this,” he whined.
“Fuck you, you can talk to the police.”
Ready to run towards the nearest phone that was in the nurse’s office, the priest appeared in front of you. Gasping you stumbled backwards. Even in his raven hued attire, the blood from the nun was soaked deep and dripped from his chin. He tried to crowd you like he typically did.
“Let's see who’s faster, you or me. So run, little lamb, because my fun isn’t over yet.”
A blood-curdling scream blossomed from your chest, praying someone will come. Father Getou’s eyes widened, he rushed to shut you up but it was too late. Out from the woodwork came multiple nuns and students. Your eyes curled into a smug expression as the others saw Father Getou drenched in blood and trying to silence you.
He didn’t take too kindly to you not playing how he wanted. “You will regret this.”
“Get away from her!” The head nun cried as she came to your aid.
As she pulled you behind her, Father Getou was swifter. Red sprayed from the nun’s throat. Another scream left you as you watched her head lull back and her body flop onto the floorboards. The tougher of the crowd tried to hold Father Getou down, but he slaughtered them as well. The others ran away in fear, rightfully so.
The hallway was now painted a morbid maroon. His irises that bled into the same color as the walls, locked onto yours. Not taking your chances you ran away as death followed.
Screams billowed, surrounding you as you tried to find places to hide and where Megumi was. The only place you could think was the roof but if he found a way in, you would be screwed. By now everyone had heard the cries and started to run away as well. The halls were filled with students panicking. You turned a corner to see it was already a blood bath.
Tripping backwards, you went left instead, slipping on the blood caking the bottom of your shoes. Collapsing on the front entrance doors, you sprinted across the courtyard to the church. Heaving, you forced yourself forward. Maybe, just maybe, you could warn whoever was in the pews to hide and survive.
Your bloodied feet trample over the budding daisies. The sweet white stained a sour red. You barreled through the closed doors. The few in the church were startled at your sudden appearance. You almost cried in relief to see Megumi among the horde.
“Everyone, hide!” You begged.
Though instead of listening, they all strayed further from you. Your eyebrows pinched as you went back to the door and shut it and looked for something to jam it closed.
“What is going on?” Megumi asked.
Wiping the blood off your face from the head nun, your eyes bobbled, “it’s Father Getou. Help me with this.”
Your words only left him with more questions. Before he could ask once more a slam against the church doors caused a scream to leave.
“Fuck this,” you muttered.
Grabbing Megumi’s hand, you pulled him towards the confession booth. Shoving him in, you followed and shut it.
“What are you doing?” Megumi barked.
You covered his mouth and shook your head. This time the doors crashed loose. Megumi was about to open the confession booth but you grasped his uniform shirt, staining his white shirt like the daisies.
Screams quickly followed the open doors. For the first time in your life, you prayed. For yourself, but also for those being slaughtered like pigs. Father Getou murdered the students who thought they were safe under the eyes of God. The gurgles that accompanied the screeches were proof that God didn’t care.
From between the four leaf clover pattern of the booth, you watched Father Getou bite and rip out the throat of a freshman girl. Megumi covered your eyes as he watched the same as you. Placing a hand to muffle your sniffles, you clenched your eyes despite the shield.
A thud resounded through the church. An emptiness echoed as nothing else was heard. The silence billowed as there was no one else needed to be executed. Only droplets reverb-ed through the air.
Father Getou takes a huge inhale before speaking, “Even with all the blood in this room, I can still smell yours and your stupid fucking pet dog.”
His dress shoes painted in blood, pattered against the soaked floorboards who drank up the life essence.
“Vampire hunters always reeked of mutt and it's astounding that the smell runs in the family,” Father Getou continued, walking around the room, “that’s right, Megumi, your father was a vampire hunter. He gave you up so you wouldn’t walk his same path. If he only knew his son stumbled right into what he tried to protect him from. Do you think he would like his son’s head delivered in a box or a bag?”
His words trailed off into a manic laugh.
Even with hands over your ears, you can still hear the muffled sound of his voice. Opening your eyes, you peeled Megumi’s hand from your upper face. Looking up at him with a sincere expression, you glanced at Megumi and then at the door.
Your closest and only friend shook his head at what you are insinuating. He was not going to do whatever you thought he was. Bringing yourself to his neck, you whispered, “go to the back door.”
Mimicking you, he breathed a short, “no.”
“Trust me.”
Father Getou wanted you from what you could tell and you were going to do whatever you could to make sure Megumi survived. Peering through the veil of the confession booth, Father Getou paced down the pews to locate your exact location. As he idly walked as far from the backdoor as possible, you tumbled out of the box.
You breaked for the open church doors, half in hope to escape and to give Megumi as much time as possible. Slipping on the blood all over the ground, you scrambled towards the doors, the setting sun painted everything pink.
Screaming as Father Getou grasped your hair, you lost your footing. You scrambled to get away but he dragged your through the liquid roses, covering you both in blood. Forgoing your cardigan earlier today, the warmth seeped in your white dress shirt. He tugged you down the aisle like a wayward bride.
“Get off me!” You screeched. Your hands clutched on the one in your head, ripping strands from your scalp.
Hearing your screams, Megumi abandoned his mission for the backdoor. His focus bounced around the room to find whatever he could to get the vampire off of you. Spying the silver candle piece, he swiped it.
White knuckling the candle display, he sprinted full force at Father Getou, ready to strike him in the heart from behind. As he closed in, Father Getou’s hand shot out and gripped him by the neck. Megumi let out an ugly choking noise.
Pivoting his gaze to Megumi, he lifts him off the ground until his toes barely touch the ground. Megumi kicked his feet as he tried to pry the hand from his throat. Father Getou’s laughed at his measly attempt to kill him.
The vampire veiled as a priest dropped you. Before you could crawl away, he placed a foot on your back, keeping you right where he wanted. His free hand now clutched onto Megumi’s hair. Wrenching the man to him, he pulled his hand away from Megumi’s neck. Twisting a fist into his shirt, Father Getou ripped Megumi’s head back and dug his teeth into the younger man’s neck.
Father Getou grimaced at the taste of his blood; hunter’s blood was always bitter.
Another scream tore through your larynx. Megumi’s eyes went wide as Father Getou pried him open. Satisfied with the wound, he dropped Megumi’s body. He collapsed like a discarded doll. Your fingernails broke as you tried to escape the vampire’s foot to slow Megumi’s bleeding.
He bent down and heaved you over his shoulder. You thrashed and screamed, doing all you could to get to Megumi. Your efforts were met with indifference as the vampire carried you to the altar. Standing behind it like he did during mass, he dropped you on your stomach onto the table. Refusing to give up, you crawled away to Megumi who was slumped on the floor doing his best to stay alive. He clutched his own torn throat.
Father Getou tugged you back to him by your ankle. Your nails bored into the wood, the blood on the altar made it easier to tug you to his front. Your legs hung off the side. He draped his body over yours, tugging your head up by your hair.
You were forced to see the mess before you. There were nine bodies scattered through the pews and floors. And in the middle of the aisle was Megumi, flickering in and out.
"Look at what we created."
"I had nothing to do with this!" You barked and struggled once more.
He dug his hips into yours. You stilled at his cock that strained through his robes.
"Oh but you did. The second you crawled your way into my brain it was an itch I had to scratch."
"It was you! I didn't murder anyone, It was you," your voice cracked.
“Yes but your curiosity did. You just had to not mind your business and now everyone is slaughtered like lambs. I wanted to be merciful: you forced my hand.”
You could only hiccup and sob as you see your best friend attempt to save his own life. His eyelids fluttered like monarch wings. “Please!” you strained, praying that your words get through to him.
Pushing you further into the altar, Father Getou placed his hands on your hips. The warmth of his palms stroke up to your waist and pinch and prod the fat there. He bucked up, loving how you feel under him.
You wiggled, refusing to make this easy for him. He huffed in frustration and flipped you over. Sprawled out, he takes purchase in between your spread thighs. His own mass kept you from shutting your legs.
“Knock it off,” he fumed.
He flipped your skirt up to spy your daisy white panties. With that, he pulled down your thigh highs that were as black as his own hair. He hummed at your skin as if he unwrapped a present.
The vampire brought a leg up as he arched over, mouthing your inner thigh. His lips were soft and sticky with strawberry jam blood. Poking his tongue out, he trailed the appendage up until it met with your groin.
“Don’t you want to be wanted,” he said between kisses.
“I hate you, I hate you,” you babbled, tilting your head up.
An upside down Megumi had gone limp but his eyes still dully watch you. He was dying.
Spying your attention was on something else, Father Getou tutted.
He breathed into your inner thigh, “what if i make us a deal.”
“W-what?” Never in your life did you feel so powerless. If you must make the deal with a devil, you will.
“Be mine. Don’t struggle or refuse and I will save your little friend.”
“What's the catch?”
“No catch.”
“Promise?” You naively begged, you didn’t have much but you weren’t going to blindly agree.
“Cross my heart,” he smirked with sly eyes glancing up from your leg,a long finger traced an X where his heart should be.
You shakily nodded.
With glee, he bit into your leg at last. Binding you both in blood. You screamed at the intrusion.
The flesh cracked like an egg, your blood the yolk. He took big gulps of your very liquid as if he was drinking the sweetest of syrup. From being upside down to keep your eye on Megumi and how he drained you of all your worth, rainbow glowing lights danced in your irises. Having his fill, Father Getou took a break and licked up the wound. From there the blood instantly coagulated. He didn’t part from your legs as he went back up to where your pussy was still covered. Forgoing the blood on his mouth, he kissed your clit. Your legs jumped at the sensation.
“Sensitive,” he mocked with a laugh.
Dizzy from the blood loss, you were rendered pliant as he pulled your knees up to your chest. The hands under your knees, one dragged its way down so his thumb can stroke up and down your slit. You whined, not used to other fingers pleasing you.
Impatient, Father Getou took the altar knife to the right of you. Teasingly, he uses the tip of it to dance from the bottom of your slit to the top. You laid so very still, terrified of him slipping. Ending your torture--or rather his--he tucked the knife under the band of your panties and ripped upwards. He went to the other side to repeat the action. The cut fabric fell away to show your pussy to the beast before you. The knife cluttered somewhere on the floor, too far for you to grab. Reaching down, he pulled the panties from under you so you were completely bare.
Leaning over you, his hair curtained around you so all you saw was him him him. With the same hand, he brought two fingers to your slit like he did the knife. Free of the fabric you felt how his finger pads swirled the swollen skin. You whimpered at how he explored your cunny.
“My little lamb, still so pure.” His tone was gravelly, savory how you were untouched.
“Pervert,” you muttered, still out of it from the blood loss.
He hummed, “still coherent enough to be bratty. Let's change that.”
That was your only warning before his fingers breached your hole. All the air was punched out of you as you got accustomed to his appendages. You were not wet enough and his fingers were so much longer and thicker than yours. Your hands scrambled to find purchase in something. Your own fingers curled into the sash on the altar. The shimmery gold corrupted by your drenched hands.
Father Getou gazed at your face as he started a fast rhythm. You had no time to think as he pounded his fingers into your virgin pussy. Crying out, your back arched and withered as he easily found the spongy spot inside you.
He coaxed moans from you. You tried to bite your lip to stifle the noises, humiliated that you were being fingerfucked as Megumi was dying meters away from you.
His hand gripped your thigh harder as you squirmed more, not to get away but from the pleasure. You were almost there but your neglected clit begged for attention. Though you refused to beg for anything from him.
As if sensing what you craved, his hand on your thigh slipped down so his thumb swirled patterns into your bundle of nerves. Clenching your eyes closed, you moaned out to the room. Just as you were about to cum, Father Getou stopped his fingers and pinched your clit. You screeched at the pain. Your head shot up in confusion and agony.
“Did you think it was that easy, little lamb?”
Tears bubbled up, hating yourself and him for wanting more. Surrounded by dead bodies, all you could think about was reaching your climax? He was polluting your mind.
Hovering over you, he brushed his nose to yours. “Whatever you want, you shall receive, so beg. Beg me, my lamb, and I will give you what you desire.”
Tilting your head down, you saw Megumi. Your brows furrowed, knowing the faster he got what he wanted, the faster he would help your best friend.
“Please,” you mumbled, glancing at the door.
His fingers that were deep inside you, grasped your face to bring your focus to him again, “care to repeat that?”
“Please fuck me,” you pleaded.
Closing the gap, Father Getou slotted his lips to yours. He sighed into your mouth, content to conquer every bit of you.
Pulling away, he spoke, “as you wish.”
He flipped open his robes and tugged down his pants. His cock flopped out from its confinement. The appendage was well above average and the tip was an angry red with pre-cum drooling out. A wet spot had formed on his own pants, anticipating this moment.
The vampire brought his cock to your slightly stretched hole. He tapped the head against your clit and you yelped still sensitive from his torture. Whether he grew bored with teasing you or he was getting impatient, he dragged his dick back to your opening. Without warning, he bullied his way inside you.
You screamed at the stretch. Your walls burned as his cock carved its way deep in your walls.
“F-fuck,” he stuttered.
He pushed until his hips were flush to yours, dick to the hilt. Not letting you adjust to the size, he pulled his cock back to slam into you once more.
Crying, your gaze stayed unfocused on the ceiling above you. The roof was painted with scriptures of God and angels. Even in the house of God you were left abandoned.
Engulfing you, Father Getou, brought his head to your neck. His sharp fangs tickled the unmarked skin, so much more fragile than the other flesh.
“Please, god, I’m so sorry,” you begged, glaring at the cherubs that left you all to rot.
“Oh now do you believe in god, my little lamb?” he sighed into your ear, “unfortunately for you, the only god here is me.”
His hips pistoned at the same rhythm, doing all he could to chase his release. Despite his desire to come, he wanted to stay wrapped in your hot, wet walls for the rest of his life. You were everything he dreamed of and more. And here you were, under him, mouth agape from the cries and whimpers.
Gripping into you to the point the meat of your thighs were bruised. He left his mark on all of you until the only thing left of you was him. You were his to taint and corrupt beyond recognition. He would ruin you until the only creature on this earth who would love you was him.
Wanting your walls to clench down on him, he returned to your clit. His thumb circled it with the right amount of firm pressure. Even as you begged for more, he kept the same pace. You were almost there and he yanked you to your release by breaking the flesh of your neck, right under your ear.
You came with a high pitched moan. Withering, your loose leg wrapped around his hip, your body betraying you to bring him closer.
Father Getou laughed, giddy. He followed soon after, smooshing his hips to yours so you were filled to the brim of his hot cum. Slumping on top of you, he let go of your thighs as you pulled from him.
“Save him,” your tone was dead and so was your stare.
“Hush, we have all the time in the world.”
Sobbing, you tucked your hands under you to push against his chest, “you promised.”
Your fists started to pound against his pectorals, becoming more hysterical as he hadn’t moved.
“You promised, you promised, you promised!” You screeched until the capillaries in your sclera burst.
Having had enough of your tantrum, Father Getou released himself of you and pulled his softened cock from your walls. Tucking himself back into his pants, he left you on the altar, broken.
“Quit your whining, you imprudent child.”
Flipping yourself on your stomach, you watched as he walked to Megumi’s still body. Sobs still wracked through your body even as the vampire crouched down to the man. Father Getou sliced his wrist apart with his own teeth and poured the blood into Megumi’s mouth.
You waited with baited breath as Megumi swallowed the rosy syrup. His eyelids batted open once more and you slumped on the table.
Father Getou stretched back up and licked his wound shut. “I fulfilled my promise. It is your turn.”
He climbed up the stairs to the altar. Twilight shrouded him in shadow. Knowing he could easily take back Megumi’s life as he gave it, you stayed pliant. Offering his hand, palm faced the angels on the ceiling that gossiped of how this time, you took his help.
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Hello! Can I ask for yandere scenario with Mikey in which he and the darling made a childhood promise that they would get together/get married if neither of them end up finding a partner till they reached a certain age? To poor darling unfortunately never really had any luck with boys for some "unexplained" reasons and well the time is finally up and it came time for Mikey to collect his prize.
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It all started in elementary. An innocent era where time wasn’t much of a concept you could wrap your little brain around. Anticipating the relief of summer, not knowing how much you would regret wishing the months away.
On a sweet spring day is when you met Mikey. A period before he went by said name, before gangs and despair. It was just you and him under the flourish trees, colors swirling in the world.
“Manjiro,” he introduced with an outstretched hand and a tooth filled grin.
You responded with your name with a shy demeanor, not used to such brightness. Clasping his hand to yours—so chubby and small—time before his hand could engulf yours.
You two were instantly attached to the hip. If you were present, so was Mikey. Adults tried their best to separate you two in fear of stunted social growth, but anytime someone would detach your hands, tears spilled from Mikey’s eyes. You never saw a boy cry so much.
Though one day he stopped crying, stopped smiling so fully. It was that day, flowers waft in the air, he made such a silly promise. The exact age is fuzzy when he asked the damning question, but the words stay imprinted in your mind.
“Hey y/n-chan, if we aren’t married by the age of 27, let's just marry each other.” The words were saccharine.
You had giggled at the question. At the time, neither of you understood the weight of marriage. And so, of course you agreed.
“Pinky promise?” He raised his hand, pinky extended.
“Pinky promise.” You twirled your finger with his. Bound together.
It all started in middle school. No blaring red signs wacked you in the face as you were always on the more reserved side. Boys never really did approach you especially when Mikey gained a name for himself. Though this never did bother you, at first. You were content with following him around like a lost puppy. This is when you met his less than savory friends. They weren’t mean, but you never really cared for swollen fists and bloody smiles.
You knew it was best to avoid gang business for your sake and Mikey’s. He despised when you got involved. If anything you learned the hard way. It was when Takemichi (or Takemitchy as Mikey not so cleverly named him) arrived. He always loved to give those he adored nicknames, you were not an exception. His doll, he called you. The name made you huff, you were anything but.
“That’s why you’re my doll. I don’t mind if you are roughed up, I will always fix you back up again.”
The words made your face so hot you could cook on it.
He wasn’t wrong though. One too many incidents was the reason, you were forbidden to join any Toman meetings anymore.
Calling upon his loyal followers, he stood above everyone else as he usually did. You sat at the top stair of the shrine, Draken standing right next to you. It was when Valhalla had not wavered and fallen. Kisaki was still at large.
It wasn’t much, but you so happened to get in the crossfire of Baji betraying Toman. An elbow to the face was all it took for Mikey to see red. He was silent. A deadly silence likened to a still sea right before whirling, twisting waves.
He could have killed the man if it wasn’t for your laugh. Fuck, did it hurt and sometimes you could feel the phantom pain, but god was it fun. The adrenaline was addicting. You simply shot the blood from your nostrils and smiled crimson. Mikey was reminded of the time you ate cherries together, the red meat stuck between your teeth. You never looked so beautiful.
Since then, Mikey never let you go to another meeting. Instead he and Draken would walk you home before treading back. You kicked up a fuss at first, but with a glare from Mikey quickly shut you up.
What Mikey wants, Mikey gets.
It truly started in high school. The death of Kisaki never sat right with Mikey. It haunted him. He wasn’t the same man he was from before. He was more subdued, angrier. Though you clenched your teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile.
You two started to drift. Mikey was falling and trying as you may to catch him, he twisted his body out of your arms.
The skin that attached you two to the hip had rotted and collapsed. You became quite lonely for a short period, but that was quickly fixed. Without the intimidating presence of a whole gang backing you up, you were a whole lot easier to talk to. For once, a boy showed interest in you. Genuine, true romantic interest. Not the brotherly love Toman offered.
In the down time before class started, you had been staring out the window watching the leaves decay into bright oranges and yellows. A knock on your desk startled you out from your daydreaming. Stood before you was a boy, a grade above you, the same grade as Mikey. He was tall with inky black hair and a puppy-like charm to him. He honestly reminded you of a German Shepherd. A blush adorned his cheeks as he asked you for your email.
Just as shy, you offered your phone to him. Charms clicked together as you had plenty hanging off the flip phone, mainly of Kuromi and MyMelody. With a promise to shoot you a message, he sauntered back to class, obviously giddy. You felt the same.
“OMG was the Y/n-chan asked out?” A classmate asked.
She was right across from you, watching the whole thing. You two weren’t particularly close, but you enjoyed her company.
You hid your face in your hands at the banter. She started to poke your arm as she giggled and you kicked your feet in excitement.
Turning to her, you also giggled, “damn right I did.”
Others in the classroom observed the display you two created, also surprised at the boldness of their upperclassman.
Though word spread fast. In the end, you received no reply. You tried not to be disappointed, but it was the first time a boy showed interest in you and he didn’t even have the decency to message you back.
About a week later you saw him roaming the halls. He strangely seemed more subdued, no longer so puppyish. When he locked eyes with you, the boy scurried away. You were stunned, perplexed.
All you could do was stand there, the gaggle of students brushed up against your still body. Leaning against a window of a classroom a few feet away, Mikey watched with blank eyes. Shivering at the innate reaction of being stared at, you caught Mikey’s gaze but he offers no acknowledgement of your locked eyes. He simply slunk back into the classroom.
Never in your life have you felt fear for Mikey. Sure, cautious as sometimes it felt like he was one inconvenience away from breaking something, but never fear. A girl at your age was scared of a cracked phone screen, asshole boys, missing an assignment, what to do with your life after high school, not your life. Mikey would never hurt you, right? As the days dwindled, you were less secure in the possibility he would prove you right.
Taking a hint was never your forte. Forgoing whatever the blonde tried to communicate to you with silence, you chased after your upperclassman. The final bell had rung and you were quick to stuff your books in your bag as quickly as possible. You didn’t know much about him besides his name was Yokio and he was in the same class as Mikey. Racing to the upper level, you just hoped Mikey or Draken or really anyone from Toman wasn’t there as well.
Luck had been on your side. In the classroom alone was Yokio, gathering his own supplies slowly. He looked up at the sound of rapid footsteps. His puppy dog eyes wide in what could have been terror. Snapping back to his bag, he fastened his pace.
“Yokio, why didn’t you message me back?” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted answers.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taken?” Was what he snapped back.
You scoffed out a laugh, “Taken? Who told you that bullshit?”
When he looked back at you, there was ire in his eyes and now you gawked closer there was a cut on his lip and he favored his left leg. Coming for answers, only left you with more questions.
“Don’t act stupid, L/n, we both know you aren’t.”
Your face twitched, perplexed. He slung his bag over his back and limped past you, subtly pushing you out of the way.
“Go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend,” he seethed in your ear.
You glanced up at him to which he ignored and made his way down the hall. Watching his form shrink, your knuckles almost bursted through your skin with how hard you were clenching your fist. It didn’t take a lot to piece together what was happening. How stupid were you for it to take this long to click.
Stomping down the same path Yokio went down, you now had a different target. And you were pissed.
It wasn’t a shock to see Mikey still on school grounds in the same lot that he met Takemichi surrounded by other Toman members. Today it was him, Draken, Mitsuya and Takemichi. Not caring about the audience you stomped right up to Mikey and pushed him so hard, he stumbled.
“What the fuck!” You screeched.
All the boys’ eyes widen, never once have you lost your cool. Not like this. And more surprisingly, you were able to make the Invincible Mikey topple over. There is something to be said about a scorned woman.
It had been ages since you talked to your old friends and you had thought you left off on good terms. Apparently not if Mikey is spreading a rumor you two were dating.
You shoved again—this time Mikey didn’t move an inch, “who the fuck do you think you are?”
He was quick to grab your wrists, swallowing your delicate bones. You tried your best to squirm away but it was futile.
“How about let’s talk about this civilly,” Draken butted in. For a violent man, he sure did hate inner conflict.
“Yeah let’s talk civilly about the fact he’s spreading rumors that me and him are dating,” you seethed towards Draken but kept your sharpened gaze on Mikey.
“You guys aren’t?” Takemichi squawked. Mitsuya elbowed him, muttering that he wasn’t helping.
Mikey kept your gaze and said plainly, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
You scoffed, attitude dripped from your posture. He still had his hands on you and you finally ripped yourself from him. Biting your inner cheek, the taste of blood grounded you. You weren’t being crazy about this and you weren’t going to let Mikey dismantle you like this.
“Then why did Yokio said to me, verbatim, ‘go ask your fucking gangster boyfriend?”
“Oh you’re on a first name basis now?” He was avoiding the question.
Mikey slipped his hands in the pockets of his baggy pants. His posture screamed aloof. Though the way his jaw ticked showed he was growing irritated. Whatever friendship that was left was burnt out like a used match, never to relight.
And you told him just that.
The air shifted to something colder, sinister. He straightened his back to stand taller. For his short stature he made you feel puny.
“Care to repeat that.” He was about to march to you, but Draken gripped his upper arm. The taller man shook his head to his leader, his bestest friend.
“Alright let’s just leave this for today. We can talk about this more when we all cooled off, got it?” Ever the middle man Draken was, but you didn’t care.
“Sure,” you said and turned around. They all watched you walk away. Mikey knew he fucked up but at this point he didn’t care. You didn’t mean what you said, you were just angry.
You didn’t show up to school that day or the next or the day after that. You had transferred to a school in Osaka.
The world had not been kind to Mikey. Maybe it was an act of karma or maybe he was simply cursed. The day you left was the final fracture in his glass heart. It all fell down after that. He pushed away his friends, lied through his teeth that he needed space. From his hands he built an empire of the most feared gang in all of Japan. Toman was nothing more than a childish dream.
The world was at his disposal and he thirsted for power. Yet, at the top, it was lonely. Some days he missed you, his friends and other days he resented both. How dare you leave him. He spent years trying to find you, but disappeared into thin air. You didn’t even have any social media from what he could find. It left him bitter but a smirk still crept up. Smart girl.
Mikey was sure whatever luck he had, had run out years ago until Sanzu barged into his office. He nearly shot him for coming in so unmannerly, but kept the gun down.
“I found her!” His voice was boisterous, elated.
Sanzu honestly couldn’t give two shits about you, but whatever made Mikey happy he felt tenfold.
“Where is she?”
“She’s back in Tokyo apparently to visit a dead relative,” Sanzu responded.
He waltzed further into his office and leaned up against the desk. Spying down at Mikey from underneath his nose, he watched the boss stare off with no indicator what he was thinking. Honestly, it was always hard to figure out what Mikey contemplated. Whatever you thought he was going to do, he did the opposite.
“Prepare the room.”
Sanzu grinned so hard that his scars creaked. It was about to get fun around here again.
Coming back to Tokyo was one of the dumbest ideas you have ever had and you were aware of that. You were precautious. Every step to instill your safety, you implemented it. You never used social media, you limited your internet access, kept inside, made sure not to stick to a schedule and stay the fuck out of Tokyo. Despite this, life happens.
You knew your grandmother was growing old and it came to no surprise she passed away. If it was anyone else you would have lied to your family that you were too busy to come back home, but the thought of your grandmother’s grave barren left you weak enough to buy a bus ticket.
It was true you were so busy you couldn’t even attend the actual funeral, only able to visit where she was put to rest a day later. You were sure your uncle would still be there as he was her caretaker. The thought of being exposed, out in the open with another person gave you comfort. Though very little as your uncle didn’t even own a knife. If someone came you were both screwed.
You tried your best to toss the idea away. It had been years since you seen him and you were sure he had long since forgotten you by now. But, that small part of your brain itched and dug in that he doesn’t simply forget his possessions.
No matter what, this was going to be an in and out operation. You will leave some of her favorite snacks, wish her goodbye and take the next train far, far from here. Maybe you could convince the rest of your family still in Tokyo to come to the countryside with you. The air was always better in Murakami.
A polite voice on the intercom told you that your stop was coming up. The bus came to a slow stop as it sank to let the people on and off. Lifting yourself off from the uncomfortable seat, you picked up your small bag. Thanking the bus driver, you jumped off to be greeted to the cool, night air. You made your way to the graveyard, it was about a 10 minute walk from the bus stop. If you calculated it right, you had less than 20 minutes to visit her and catch the next bus. You honestly wished it was a shorter time period as being outside for that long of a period left you anxious.
Clutching your bag, you walked briskly to the site. Maybe you could find a populated shop to reside in until the bus came. The more people, the better. The streets were sparse but enough that made you feel at least some at ease. Keeping your hood up and head down, you had headphones but nothing was playing. Again, you were doing everything to ensure nothing bad will happen.
In no time, you were at the gravesite. There was no one here. A chill rushed down your back. Fuck taking your time, at this point you will overhand throw the snacks at her grave and high tail out of there. Seething, you abandoned the idea, knowing she would have beat you to kingdom come in the afterlife for doing that.
“In and out, in and out,” you mumbled to yourself as you nimbly strutted.
Pulling out packaged strawberry mochi and taiyaki from the pocket of your oversized hoodie, you were careful to place it down near the other snacks surrounding her grave. At least she wasn’t hungry. Slapping your hands together, you whispered, “I’m sorry this will be the last time you will see me. Maybe in a next life we will see each other again.”
“Awww, how sentimental, Y/n-chan,” a sickly sweet voice chewed out.
Snapping your head up, you see the second to last person you wanted to see. There in an obnoxious pinstriped suit and hair the same color of your grandmother’s gifted mochi was Sanzu, in all his unsettling glory.
In your paranoia, you had kept tabs of Toman that then turned into Bonten. Even going as far to sneak onto less than savory websites to keep tabs on the gangsters. There wasn’t much, but you knew enough to fear the man before you. Back in the day, Sanzu was a fly on the wall, he was kind of just… there.
But here, he was a neon sign of danger. You were in Tokyo for less than two hours and he was able to pinpoint your exact location. Curling your lip up, how naive you were to think what was in the past stayed there.
Sticking your hands back in your pockets, you thumbed the knife stashed away. Your form pivoted towards Sanzu, staring him dead on. You weren’t going to be intimidated by this pastel troll.
Eyeing the gun he grasped in his hand, Sanzu was flippant with how he scratched his head with it.
“You don’t know how happy I am for your stupidity,” he mocked you.
You swiftly ignored the taunt and glanced at somewhere to run. There was a path a little further away that would lead you away from the bus stop but would bring you back to population, hopefully. Just as you were about to jump over the graves, Sanzu shot the ground where you would have landed. A scream bellowed.
You flicked your bouncing eyes to him. He must have been fucking insane to shoot out in the open like that. Sure the gravesite was empty but there were people nearby. Clinging onto the hope someone heard and would be nosey, you shook as Sanzu’s expression dropped.
“I know I just called you stupid, but let’s not be hasty,” he raised his gun to you, “come with me with no complaints or I will bury a bullet in your fucking thigh. You’re lucky Boss wants you alive.”
“Eat shit!” you frothed and made a run for it.
Having the advantage of his lanky form, Sanzu was quick to grab your hair before you could even move an inch. Hissing, you grappled onto his hand only for him to shove you away. You collapsed on the ground and grabbed the knife from your pocket. Flicking it open you were about to dig the blade into his calf when he pistol whipped you so hard your head bounced off the concrete. Blood poured from your head down into your bleary eyes, darkness crept in.
“He never said, you can’t be hurt though. Dumb bitch.”
Whimpering, you winced at the light that pours and invades your eyelids. Flinching from the sudden light, you squinted as you looked at the window disturbing your sleep. It ebbed in slowly before it came rushing in. Everything fucking hurt, especially your head. You attempted to bring a hand up to touch the offending part only to be met with resistance. No, not resistance, you couldn’t move at all.
Panic started to set in as you attempted to swivel your head to see where you were. The only thing you could move were your eyes and the slightest twitch of your fingers. Tears bubbled out as you sobbed in complete and utter terror.
A pathetic “help” lept from your throat but you might as well whispered it. Looking around with minimal movement you had, you saw you were in a pristine white, canopy bed. It was similar to the one you had in your childhood, the same one you shared with your favorite doll. The canopy was lacey along with the rest of the bedding, at least it was soft from what you could tell.
Whoever tucked you in, had to courtesy to leave you in somewhat warm clothes. Glancing down at your body, you were clad in the same material as the bed. It was a sweet ivory, similar to a very short wedding dress. It looked and felt expensive.
Just as you caught your bearings, the door was swung open. Whatever calmness you attempted to instill ranaway as the last person you wanted to stood in the door. With all your might, you willed your legs to work. All you could do was wiggle your toes. If Sanzu sent a shiver down your spine, you might as well abandon your whole nervous system as Mikey only stared at you.
Your chest hitched, terrified of what was going to become of you. The man said nothing as he slunk further into the room. He looked completely different from the last time you saw him. His skin lost whatever tanned hue he had in his youth, his hair just as pale. His eyes were darker somehow and bags heavy underneath them. He also looked skinnier but you didn’t let that fool you. Even if he was skin and bone, Mikey could take out a hundred men.
He planted himself next to you. Sitting on the edge, he leaned over to stroke your frozen cheek. His palm quickly became wet.
“Oh my dear,” his voice was sweet, but his grip turned hard, “how stupid do you think I am?”
Your lips puckered out as he didn’t stop squeezing you until your jaw creaked. “Stop,” you breathed out.
If Mikey wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have heard you. He leaned over you until you were nose to nose. “You think you are in the position to make commands?”
Locking eyes with you, he continued, “Do you know how long I have waited to see you again? You won’t run away again and I will make sure of it. I am bound to you and you to me. I mean we promised that didn’t we?”
Your brows furrowed before it hit you. That fucking childhood promise. He was still hung up on that?
“You… you’re insane,” you tried to put malice in your voice but it was so hard to move anything.
“In sickness and in health,” he replied with no mirth.
Pulling away, he climbed further onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he sat himself in between them. Truly panicking now, you tried to rip your ankles from his grasp but alas your muscles didn’t even twitch.
“Please,” you begged, “don’t do this to us.”
Mikey laughed but it was hollow, “so there is an us now? I thought you were done with me since high school.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We can be friends again, just don’t do this!” Working the words around your mouth was difficult and the headache was getting worse.
“I think we have passed the point of being friends. I have waited my whole life for this and I’m here to collect my prize.”
Your eyes widened at the realization of the date. It was April twenty-eighth, two weeks since Mikey’s twenty-seventh birthday. You were doomed.
Mikey ignored your internal crisis. His deft hands trailed down the outline of your curves until he met the hem of your dress. Slowly he lifted up the little gown until it was under your breasts. All you could do was whimper as you watched him take and take.
He curled down to place a kiss on your tummy that was a phantom sensation. “My pretty doll,” he whispered into your skin.
Fingers crawled back down until they met your just as white panties. He propped himself back up and used both hands to delicately tear the fabric away. A stuttering breath echoed in the room as he stared at your exposed pussy.
“My pretty, pretty doll,” he repeated.
Subtly you tested again how much you could move, as he took his time to undress you like a present, the more sensation you gained in your limbs. Not enough to run away, but enough to retaliate. Knowing it was futile, you refused to give in so easily.
Just as he was about to lean back down to plant feathery kisses on your pussy, you reared back your leg and kicked him in the face with all your might.
It wasn’t enough to break his nose, but enough for blood to pool from it. Mikey lifted himself back up and locked eyes with you. As the blood dripped down to his lips, he licked it away and quirked an eyebrow up at you. An ‘what was that supposed to do?’ was written all over his face without even anything being said.
“You never knew when to give up, did you?”
With that, he pulled your hips up further onto his lap and bent your legs to your chest. Whatever gentleness he had was gone. His fingers ran up and down your exposed slit. You squirmed but he clenched down on your thighs until your circulation was cut off. Seeing you were done moving, he used one hand to hold you down and the other to pull down his pants and underwear.
It was hard to see his cock from this angle and you were honestly scared to see what was about to force its way into you. Mikey crowded you so all you could see and smell was him.
“I was going to work you through this but you just had to be a brat. It's okay, we have all our lives for me to show how much I love you.”
He tapped his cockhead against your hole, a silent warning. Fuck it stung as he bullied his way into your cunny. Tears bubbled up again as he carved his way inside you. For such a short man, his cock was long and thick.
It could have been hours or minutes until his hips met yours. You never felt so full in your life. Clawing at the sheets, you felt yourself start to relax. Mikey seeing you were finally calm enough, he gave little thrusts. You moaned at the feeling.
Taking the hint, he started to cant his hips. He slowly pulled himself out until it was just his tip and then slamming back in. A scream was punched out of you. Mikey laughed at the chain reaction. Putting more of his weight on you, his hand left one of your thighs to cradle your neck. It wasn’t enough to cut off your breathing but enough to keep you still.
Mikey kept this rhythm of fucking into you like you were nothing more than cocksleeve. Keeping you close he rambled, “my doll, my possession, my thing, mine.” He seethed out the last word.
The constant budging against your womb wiped your mind blank. At this point you just wanted to cum even if it was at the hands of him. Sensing you were both close, Mikey let go of your thigh to rub your clit. You moaned out at finally being stimulated.
Mikey groaned out as you clenched down on him. “Fuck,” he moaned as he was coming up there with you.
After a few more pumps, he came right into you. Being filled with his cum spiraled your own release, shaking and whimpering. A few more spurts came out as you clenched down one last time. Mikey collapsed right on you, not removing himself from you.
“You’re finally mine,” he breathed out relieved.
Still coming down from the high, you spat, “I will never be yours.”
Mikey slithered his hand across the mattress to come caress your right hand to his. Metal clinked against metal. Turning your head, you saw a ring on both your hands.
“My stupid doll, my naive wife.”
#yandere mikey#yandere mikey x reader#yandere manjiro sano#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere tokrev#yandere manjiro x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#tokyo revengers smut#viruses#dark.web
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Loved your baj keisuke primal prey fic! Especially the plot in the chase was soo good eventhough it was the built up!
I was wondering if you'd be cool with writing something along the lines of a crossover of a yokai or a vampire. I would love a little demonic energy. Along the lines of denying feelings, to being in heat/need for blood (?) To a little chasing and well wooing in the yandere way >>:)
Happy holidays ! :DD
my bloody valentine
ig chase scenes and clubs are just gonna become my staple, i aint complaining >:) (meant to post this on valentine's so heres a 12 day late holiday fic lmao)
tw yandere vampire! baji, vampire hunter! reader, manipulative! baji, aged up! baji, dom! baji, DUBCON, violence/blood, sex work?, blood play, biting, praise, breath play, drugging, cunnilingus, overstimulation, size kink, reader almost dies from blood loss, hinted mindbreak
You blew hot air into your freezing hands. The warmth would only linger for a second but it was idle movement that kept you busy. This winter was incredibly cruel this year. Shivering, you look around into the den you will be infiltrating. You can’t say you weren’t thrilled to be given this mission by the Higher Ones.
Humans and vampires have been at war since life and death were created. It was a constant push and pull. Humans would win for a century, vampires would retaliate, then vampires would reign for the same length. You were sadly born in the time where vampires ruled. Most humans kept to themselves, some would even offer themselves to be feeds for promises of luxury. Others would hand over their lives in a different way, swear an oath to the Higher Ones to wipe out vampires for once and for all.
None of the hunters—or rather cleansers—knew exactly who the Higher Ones were. All cleansers knew was that they would receive a message whether in the mail or on their phones with a simple location and target. The target was usually the sire, cut the head of the snake and others will follow. It wasn’t rare for cleansers to work alone. Usually you would be given a partner but for this mission, you were left to your own devices. It’s not like you worked well with others, anyway. Maybe the Higher Ones finally got the message, or they were trying to kill you off. Either way, you were going to finish this mission and reap the benefits.
Flipping your phone open, you spied the message. Your mission was to pretend to be a feed to cleanse a higher ranking vampire by the name of Baji Keisuke. The number of those sired to him wasn’t the highest count—only somewhere around a dozen—a concerningly low number considering he usually had a feed.
Slipping your phone into your jacket pocket you finally make your way into the den disguised as a club. For some reason there was no bouncer at the door. Immediately you were hit with the thumping of a constant bass. Up high was a platform where a DJ set the mood for the atmosphere. The only illumination were red, flashing lights that cut through the artificial fog. There was a gaggle of grinding bodies throughout the room. By the bar were even more people. A balcony was right over the bar which you assumed was where the feeding rooms were. Glancing up, you swore you felt eyes boring right into you, but as you squinted your eyes to see farther, all the vampires hanging off the side were enjoying the show.
On high alert, deep in vampire territory, you were surprised that no one had smelt your very human scent.
“You must be lost!” A sweet, bubbly voice called to you.
Not knowing how you didn’t sense her, a petite woman stood before you. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. This woman had dazzling hazel eyes paired with soft-looking, blonde hair. Her skin was just as perfect, no blemish in sight that made you want to cover your own face. The best way to describe her was as angelic.
“Oh!” She piped up, realization on her face, “you must be a new feed.”
Straightening up, you replied, “how could you tell?”
“I can smell you, silly.”
She tapped her nose. Looking closer, from her grin you could see the baby fangs poking out.
“Yes, I don’t really know what to do, though.”
“I’ll take you to Draken!”
You were correct to describe her as bubbly. Minutes into knowing you, she wrapped her arm with yours and led you to whoever Draken was. Pushing her way through the crowds, she pulled you towards a set of doors near the bar. Now under the balcony, the feeling of being gawked at went away. You needed to be more careful.
Past the doors was a hallway not as smokey and loud as the club. A few couples leaned against the wall in their own worlds. Further down the hall stood a gargantuan man with a long, blond braid. On the side of his head was an intricate, blackwork tattoo: you can’t imagine how much it must have hurt.
“Draken,” the girl called with you in toe.
He looked up from his phone to see you both. His eyebrow twitched. He seemed displeased with said girl.
“Emma, why did you bring a human back here?”
Ah, so that’s why he was so pissed.
She ignored his question, “she’s a new feed.”
His eyes widen at that, almost relieved, “thank fuck,” he turned to you, “have you ever been a feed before?”
Pretending to seem insecure and meek, you shook your head no. Sensing your nervousness, Draken took you from Emma. She had made a noise of protest, but he had given her a look.
The hand on your shoulder was warm. He must have fed recently. It was true vampires were cold to the touch, but once they satiate their carnal needs, the blood they drank would warm their system for about an hour before becoming cold again like freshly baked cake left to cool for too long. That is why so many vampires indulged, to feel the warmth of being human again.
Further down the hallway you two went. Draken cleared his throat, “I’m sure you know that being a feed means that you will have a vampire drink from you.”
When you nod your head, he continued.
“Feeding doesn’t hurt if you are worried about that at all. Anyway, how we do feeding here is that we make sure that all feeds' needs are met. You will always be allowed breaks, and plenty of foods and drinks to bring back up your blood sugar. You also have the option of anything sexual happening and whether or not penetration will happen as well.”
Your face heated up at the implication, “no sex or anything like that, please.”
“Good to know.”
Draken led you up a flight of stairs to what you saw was the balcony you were previously looking at. Similar to the hallway, the walls were a burgundy with gold detailings. How stereotypical.
“I will inform who will be feeding from you what you decided. Wait here.”
With that, he went into a room beside you. You looked left and then right. While taking you upstairs, you memorized the route in case something goes wrong. You needed a fast escape in case. This mission was completely solo so you had to watch your own back.
Draken pushing the door back open startled you out of your thoughts. The door was left wide open as he gestured for you to come in. Taking the invitation, the room was just as red as the rest of the club. In the room were two wine hued, velvet couches adjacent to each other. Right between them was a mahogany table, under what was a mini fridge. You guessed that’s were all food and drinks you were promised for your blood sugar was.
The most eye-catching part was the three men in the room sat on said couches. On the sofa to the right were two men, one had bleach blond hair. You could tell from here that he was on the shorter side but you didn’t let that fool you. He had an alluring, cat-like look to him.
On the other hand, the man beside him had honey gold, rounded eyes. His hair dangled past his shoulders with yellow money pieces framing his sculpted face. Along with that, thick inking was displayed on the side of his neck depicting a tiger. It oddly suited him.
But what grabbed your attention the most was the vampire sitting on his lonesome, arms sprawled over the back of the couch. Legs spread as well, his whole posture demanded attention. He tilted his head to the side with a cocky smile. His hair was in a similar style to the tattooed man across from him. Though, the vampire’s hair was that of spilled ink. It tumbled around him, his fair complexion all the more pale in contrast. Similar to Emma, his fangs were on display as he smiled up at you as a cat to an unsuspecting mouse.
“Must be the new plaything,” the black haired vampire teased.
The bottle blond scoffed, “don’t scare her, Baji.”
You schooled your expression. That was a lot easier than you thought to find your target. So sure you would have to ask around without being conspicuous to find him, this seemed almost too easy.
Baji reached a hand out from where he sat. Taming your disgust, you leave the security of the doorway and enter the belly of the beast. Placing your hand into his freezing, larger palm, Draken took his leave and closed you in with the enemy. Forgoing any formalities, Baji pulled you right into his lap. You struggled in shock but he was quick to snuff the resistance by gripping your hips.
The other vampires in the room laughed. You silently seethed being used as a toy for their sick entertainment. Knowing in this position you couldn’t even imagine taking down the vampire, you melted into his chest.
“Atta girl,” he sighed into your ear.
Coming down from their giggles, the other men introduce themselves.
“I’m Chifuyu. I will not apologize for Baji because he will just be annoying,” the bottle blond—Chifuyu—clarified with no malice in his voice. Baji playfully snarled at him.
“Kazutora. Lets hope you last longer than the other ones,” the tattooed vampire spoke cryptically. How reassuring.
Chifuyu elbowed him.
Ignoring the bickering, Baji placed his attention on you, “Don’t listen to him. I don’t intend to break you… yet.”
“I don’t like what that implies.”
The room became silent at your sass. Kazutora smirked, “so the little lamb has fangs as well.”
You clamped your mouth shut at that. Baji adjusted you in his lap, but he didn’t give away any displeasure.
At that, the room becomes lively once again. Your presence was completely ignored. You didn’t know if you should be insulted or not. The strangest part was the whole time, Baji didn’t feed from you at all. Besides in the beginning of the session, he had not even grazed your neck. This confused you as you were sure it has been weeks since he has fed. His self control was terrifying if he could starve himself and have basically raw meat served to him on a silver platter and not give into temptation.
You tried your best to keep your cool and slow your pulse to not show how confused you were. By the end of the night, Baji had sent you away by dragging his nose up the length of your neck.
Kissing the skin beneath your ear, “‘til tomorrow, pet.”
In a daze, you leave his lap and walk out of the den with not a scratch on you. As you made your way back to your hideout, you completely forgot about your goal of immediately annihilating him.
You were awoken with two text messages. One from a Higher One and another from Draken. While walking down the hall, you had totally forgotten you had given your number so he could contact you when Baji wanted you. You were officially Baji’s feed.
ONE WEEK
sent 10:00 AM
Come to the club at 10 pm
sent 5:53 AM
Throwing your phone in anger at the first message, you racked a hand down your face. How the fuck where you supposed to kill him in a week? These old fucks were definitely trying to kill you off.
Sending a thumbs up to Draken, you lay in bed contemplating your next move to take out this den.
When you went back to the club, you were met with Draken at the door this time. He guided you through the crowds. You caught a glimpse of Emma, exchanging a shy wave to her overexcited one.
Going down the same path to the room, you once again mark in your head how to swiftly get out of the building. There were no windows to not let sunlight touch the inside. Vampires didn’t burn up in the sun, but it could make them ill if exposed for too long, like a worm stuck on the concrete on a summer day.
Deja vu crept in when you walked in just as you did yesterday to see the same vampires in the same position. You could tell yourself that they never left like dolls in a dollhouse waiting for whatever child to play with them again.
Baji welcomed you back into his icy embrace. Less skittish as the day before, you thaw into his cold body. They went back to their conversation. You played the part of a lap dog for these beasts.
This went on for seven more days.
Anxiety bubbled up inside you. This was the last day given to you to complete this assignment. Typically, you were fast at finishing a job, but for some reason you had dragged this one out. Maybe it was the first time you had to actually get close to a target instead of your usual shoot and leave. You had grown comfortable with the company of those three vampires. Dare you say, safe, as no one had harmed a hair on your head. It had been years since you had been cared for. It was hard to befriend fellow cleansers as you never knew who would make it back, whether it was a vampire or by the Higher Ones’ hands.
There was a reason not many chose to be cleansers, most didn’t even have a choice. You bared through the cards dealt to you. You can’t afford to not complete this job. Tonight was the night.
Adjusting the silver blade strapped against your thigh, you saw Draken waiting for your arrival.
“Before you come in, I must warn you tonight is Valentine’s day so there is going to be a lot of traffic. You will go to your usual room, but don’t be surprised by the influx of your kind.”
You understood the implications. Some people were here to get their kicks. “Whatever, let's just get out of this cold.”
“After you.”
Nodding your head, you are hit with the warmth of tightly packed bodies, a mix of vampires and humans. Lust really does bring camaraderie, you mused. You abandoned the sentiment, prepared to finish this once and for all. If you were smart, you could use the crowd to blend in when you make your departure. It was difficult to see over the sea of people.
Forcing your way through, you take the road to what could be your doom and be in the company of those strange vampires. Usually Draken would lead you to the room, this time he was too busy dealing with the crowd. There were plenty of inexperienced humans he had to make sure wouldn’t be drained like sun dried fruit.
Knocking on the familiar door, you awaited entrance. If you were in a better mood, you would have laughed at how the roles were reversed. You, a human, had to wait to be invited in.
“Come in,” Chifuyu’s voice called.
You twisted the door open to be presented with your typical company.
Baji beckoned you to take your place sat upon his thighs. Cocooning his body around your smaller form, you noticed that he seemed colder. His skin had light frost to it, but now he was glacerial.
On the side table were four wine glasses of varying heights of liquid in them. Baji grabbed the only cup almost filled to the brim.
“Here, drink,” he didn’t let you answer before tipping the glass to your lips.
Unable to refuse, you gulped down the rich drink, parched. As if you haven’t drank in a millenia, you let Baji pour the liquid until the glass was empty. Chifuyu and Kazutora watched on, sipping their own drinks.
“Good girl.”
Finished your glass, he placed it down and went about his business. Following routine, he ignored your pulsing jugular and kept banter with his fellow vampires. At this point, he must be famished. He hadn’t fed in what you guessed three weeks. Lesser vampires would have withered in a couple days without blood. Vampires could get nutrients from human food, but blood is where they thrived.
Mixed with the suspense of having to kill Baji without getting slaughtered and the suspicion that Baji refused to feed from you, you were more fidgety than normal. Picking at your fingernails, your eyes bounced to the door and then subtly to Baji. If you were quick you could puncture his carotid artery and sprint out, praying to whatever god that Chifuyu and Kazutora would be too stunned to instantly pounce on you.
A whisper breathed against your ear, “getting antsy, little hunter?”
Fuck.
You instantly struggle in his hold but he wrapped his arms around you tight, tight, tight.
He snickered at your misfortune, “don’t think you could trick me, little hunter, I saw you eyeing out the club weeks before finally presenting yourself on a platter. Thorough aren't you?"
Spiteful, you clenched the dagger hidden in the garter belt and stabbed right through the meat of his thigh. He growls at the pain, face contorting more demon-like. Vampires were good at hiding their true forms unless presented with silver.
You sprung yourself from his lap as he cradled the wound. Him refusing to feed came to bite him as the wound would take longer to heal. Cursing yourself for only having a dagger, you raised your fists in self-defense. You were so worried about the attention a gunshot would bring, you forgot how useless a dagger would be.
Inching towards the door away from the three vampires, you braced yourself. "I will kill you all.”
Kazutora giggled, "how boring." He looked at you as if you were a kitten hissing.
Your face twitches at the taunt.
Still cradling his thigh, Baji’s voice cut through the room, "how about let's make this a game. I will give you five minutes to make it out of the club. Do so and I will let you leave. If I find you, though, little hunter, you're mine. My eternal."
Your eyes widen at the proposition. You will not become a vampire's pet.
Weighing your options, you seethed, "fuck you."
He simply pouted before grinning, "tick tock, you now only have 4 and an half minutes left.”
Even if you didn't want to play he was going to force you. You looked at the three vampires before you. Baji elated, Kazutora bored and Chifuyu looked almost concerned, but you knew it was falsely placed.
You ran out the room with the haunting cackles calling after you. How naive of you to think these creatures were any different. They will always satiate their hunger before anything else. Gluttons, the lot of them.
Sprinting down the intimate, winding corridors, you were confident in your escape. You memorized the path over the week, knowing it would come to this. But before you were even in the vicinity of the stairwell, you felt woozy.
The red walls blending together, the hues likened to meat more than plaster and wallpaper. Shaking your head, you steeled your teeth. The fucker put something in your drink.
You weren't going to be shackled to him no matter what. Leaning against the walls, you try to hurry away from the private rooms and down to where the population was. Hopefully you could slip away as easily as you planned before. It be damned if you were punished by the higher ones for failing this mission, you weren't going to lose your autonomy to a vampire of all things. You rather lose the eye you sure were going to. The repentment was always a high price.
Willing yourself to push forward, you kept your weight against the wall. If you played your cards right—and stayed awake—you could possibly make it out of this alive. He did say he would give you five minutes. Despite this, with the drug pumping through your veins, time slowed. Every muscle in your body was sluggish. Clutching onto the blooded dagger, you tread on. The one thing you had was your stubbornness and you let that fuel your heavy bones.
There had to be a reason you lasted this long, especially with spending most of it alone. You were built to endure. And endure you must if you truly don’t want to become a vampire's eternal.
Brain swimming, you made it to the stairs. Almost there, you reassured yourself. Once you make it to the crowd, your scent and form would disappear into the pool of bodies. Surely, Baji would lose you like a bloodhound presented with too many stimuli. Hope was all you could cling on for now.
Trying your best to forgo the fuzziness, you race down the stairwell back into the forsaken hallway that started this all. You were almost there, all you needed to do was exit the winding corridor. You would crawl back from the mouth of hell.
A chuckle bellowed in the deserted space. Speak of the devil.
At the top of the stairwell was the very last creature you wanted to see. Stood before was the very vampire that damned you. Smugness reeked from his posture. His hair was tied back. Doom settled in your belly.
“Hard to focus, huh?” He mocked.
You sneered. Even if he caught sight of you, this morbid game of hide and seek was not done until you decided so.
Adrenaline pumping ever faster, you ripped open a door not too far from you. Slamming it closed and locking it, you ignored the screaming of a woman. On a couch very similar to the one upstairs was a woman with a vampire drinking from her wrist.
“Get the fuck out!” The vampire sneered, her body shielded the woman. How sweet.
“Don’t let him in,” was all you replied.
This room also had no window, though there was a door to the right. You swung open to see it was another room just like this one. Must be a safety precaution. Doesn’t matter, all that does is that you can use this to your advantage. You will just room hop until you reach as close as you can to the exit.
Baji slammed against the door of the room you had just left. Not tempting fate and not wanting him to know you knew all the rooms were connected, you jumped over the couch to the next door.
You opened and once again you were met with nothing. Sighing in relief, surely if another person kicked up a fuss Baji would instantly pinpoint your location. Dagger in hand, you barged into room after room. The repetition of decor flashed in front of you like a fever dream.
After what could have been the tenth door you were met with a deadend. This must be the last room in the hall. Inhaling as much as you could, you open the door to the hallway. You were met with nothing and the red lights poured into the hall. Just as you were about to leave the room, a hand grabbed your lower face and pulled you backwards. A scream caught in your throat as the door was pushed shut. Slammed into a tall, freezing body, you struggled.
How the fuck were you caught? You were careful, this wasn’t fair.
The body wrapped their arm around your waist and hauled you further into the room until you both collapsed onto the couch. Sat upon the lap of the very vampire you wanted far from you, you dug your nails into the skin of his arm. He simply squeezed you tighter.
“Guess you lost, little hunter.” His tone was condescending and amused.
No, no, you weren’t done. This wasn’t over until you decided it was. The forgotten dagger was quick to dig into the meat of the arm binding you to him. He growled in pain. The hand clutching your lower face, moved its grip to slam your head against the arm of the couch. Your brain wobbled in your skull. Blood gushed from your nose. Everything was in a daze.
Baji ripped the dagger that poked from the other side of his forearm. You were sure you nicked yourself, but it was worth it. He threw your only weapon far from the both of you.
He leaned over you and gripped you by your throat. “You brat.”
You laughed in his face. You had definitely sealed your fate as rage built in those molten eyes, but the satisfaction was worth the penalization.
“You content with yourself?” He mocked, and as you laughed harder, something in him shifted.
In those golden irises, mischief crept in. Baji never liked prey that rolled over and let him devour. The best part of a meal is the anticipation.
Still clutching your fragile throat, he leaned down and licked the blood that pooled from your nose down to your lips. A moan left him as his nails grew sharper and the teeth in his mouth stretched. Feeding was always a vulnerable time for vampires as their true forms manifested. Still beautiful, but oh so haunting. Black veins spidered from his under eyes as his mouth became a darker hue.
“You are absolutely divine.” The words were meant to flatter, but you recoiled. Baji saw the fear start to build. “Now don’t be like that. I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to.”
“Get off me!”
He pressed his body further into yours, his cold meshing with your warmth. The chase had left you heated and your body almost craved the ice he gave.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun, little hunter. Your kind are always the adrenaline junkies. Can’t say I can judge, though.”
You sniped at him, “yes, running for my life was very thrilling.”
“That's the spirit!” He laughed. This damned vampire was insane.
You squirmed, wanting him off you. Your arms still freed, you slapped and hit what you could, but it was useless. Baji easily gathered your wrists into one hand and pinned them to the arm of the couch. His weight pressed further into you. His legs, he pried yours apart so he could slot your crotch to his. There was no way you could escape his hold now.
Exhausted, you don’t know if you even want to. The drugs still haven’t left your system.
Baji nosed the side of your neck as he did the past week. “See, it doesn’t have to be hard. Just give in to me and you will never have to worry again.”
The words were tempting, but how can you believe the words of a forked tongue beast?
Still seeing you hesitating, Baji pushed more, “it can’t be a great life as a hunter. You spend your days in solitude, in fear of your Higher Ones. With me, you will no longer be afraid.”
You furrowed your brows, his words were too accurate. “How do you know that?”
“I have watched you for so long, my dear hunter. You can say I’m a picky eater.”
Of course, he had been stalking you, why would you think anything else? “Get off. Get off!”
Baji’s thumb stroked right where your carotid artery is, entranced of the blood flowing under the flesh. He stopped listening to your defiant quips. The vampire forgot how long it had been since he fed and he has his meal right under his thumb. He wanted you to be more willing about this, but if he must be mean, he will.
Moving his thumb so it dug into your jawbone, he tilted your head to the right. Baji licked your neck before diving in. A screech bubbled in your lungs when he bit down. His teeth were needles and the more he sank in, the more agony spread throughout your body. Your feet kicked in instinct. God, it fucking hurt but as he gulped down your rosy life essence, your body became pliant.
His saliva finally hit your system, endorphins clouded your mind. These happy chemicals dimmed the pain and how he was draining you of all your worth. Your screams ebbed into tiny whimpers.
Seeing you had calmed down, Baji pulled away from your neck and licked the blood that fell from the open wound. Falling into blood lust, Baji grew hard from your noises and the taste of you. A warmth grew in his tummy. He needed you and he needed you, now.
He dragged himself from your body until his knees hit the ground. You were too blissed out from the blood lost to refuse him. Taking advantage of that, Baji pulled your pants and panties off you. Despite his hunger, he was gentle with how he undressed you. The vampire wanted to savor you.
He took your shoes off as well so you were completely bare for him. Groaning, he spied how slick collected on your slit from the endorphins and fear. Taking your right leg and placing it on his shoulder, he kissed your calf. He slathered you with open mouth kisses until he reached your inner thigh.
You whined at how he teased you. The build up was making you clench around nothing. Your clit throbbed, begging to be stimulated in any way.
Baji laughed at your impatience. He kept up kissing your inner thigh, switching to the other side to give it the same amount of attention. Dragging his teeth gently over the skin, you whimpered when his breath hit your cunt. You bucked. He took his other hand and splayed it on your tummy to hold you down.
“Patience.”
You kicked him and he scowled at you. The endorphins were wearing off faster than he wanted. Baji went back to your right thigh, so close yet so far from your cunny, he placed another kiss. Before he bit down once again. Your eyes shot up from the half-mast and you gasped in pain. Baji was quick to remedy the pain and licked you. A moan left you when he drank from you again.
It was borderline addicting how your life was drained from you. The familiar sluggishness crept back up. No wonder people were feeds. To stay in this cloudy sensation was heavenly.
Baji parted from your thigh and finally licked your pussy. Blood was smeared over you as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You yelped at the attention. He laughed into you. The vibration of his mouth sent more pleasure down your spine. He pulled off your clit to drag his tongue from the bud down to your hole. The appendage dipped in, testing the waters. Bucking up again, or at least attempting to, Baji took that as to keep going.
And keep going did he. Nose deep, he kept tonguefucking you. It was an odd sensation but not unwelcome. His tongue was more dexterous than fingers. He twisted against your walls. Pulling his tongue out, you whined but he was quick to shut you up by taking your clit back in his mouth. The constant attention was becoming too much.
Finding purchase, your hands gripped the one holding your hips down. He welcomed the contact as he kept pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was unfair how good he was at this.
“Please, please!” You begged. At this point for more or for him to stop, you didn’t know. It was just too much.
His tongue flicked against the swollen bud as his hand dipped down to split you open with two fingers. The intrusion was almost enough, you just need more. Moans poured out. The stuttering of your chest and the shake of your thighs was enough of a tell to Baji. Ending your misery, he sucked your clit in his mouth as he curled his fingers just right.
Ringing in your ears was all you could hear as you fell apart for the creature you swore you would end tonight. Tears bubbled up at how overwhelmed you were. Baji gave a few more licks and pumps to slowly bring you down from your orgasm. Like he cut all the strings from you, you flop further into the couch.
Oversensitive, you whined when he took his fingers from you and pulled away from your thighs. Blood coated his lower face along with your slick. Your face almost steamed from the humiliation. Still kneeling, he kept eye contact as he brought his fingers to his lips, coated just the same as his face. He dragged his tongue from his palm up to the underside of his appendages.
A wicked gleam flicked in his now ruby eyes, “here, you have a taste.”
He crawled back up to crowd and pin you against the couch. Without poise, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You gagged at the intrusion and the taste of your own blood and cum. Though still high on the happy hormones, you sucked on his fingers. Maybe if you clean him, he will release you of the taste.
“Fuck,” he breathed, slack jawed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
You kept his gaze, eyes bleary. That was enough for Baji. He pulled out from your mouth and sat back up. Impatient, he flicked up the button of his black jeans along with the zipper. The vampire couldn’t take it anymore. He had to be in you. From what he gathered tonguefucking you, you were warm and tight.
He tugged down his pants and boxers with the crass he lacked when he undressed you. His cock was heavy as it flopped out from the constricting material. Baji sighed in relief. His cock was pretty. It was about average length but it was thick. His pubes were untamed and you squirmed at how it would feel against your already overstimulated clit. Precum drooled from the head.
Thank fuck he opened you up or else you don’t think you could handle it with no prep. Baji gathered your arms again. Now filled with your blood, Baji was warm, hot. With his free hand, he lined himself up to your twitching hole.
With no warning, he breached your slit. You groan at how the head bullied its way inside you. Baji followed the noise as he forced his hips further. The drag of his cock against your almost reluctant walls was having you see stars.
He went back to wrapping a hand around your throat, fingers almost meeting at the back of your neck. Baji was so much bigger and stronger than you. He was just a tall man in general, but as he hovered over you with his hips smooshed against yours, you melt at how he engulfs you.
Buried to the hilt, the vampire brings his mouth back to your throat, the wound still throbbed.
“So good,” he slurred.
At that he started his rhythm. He pulled his hips back until only his cockhead was in you. You whined at being almost empty again. He shushed you. Right when he slammed in, he bit down on your throat, a lower place than before. You screamed.
“T-too much!” you cried.
“You can take it.”
Baji ignored your pleas as he fucked into you like a piston. He was using you like a cocksleeve. His pace was thorough and hard. His cock was filling you up in ways you never had before. It was like he was trying to mold your cunny to the shape of his cock.
Baji kept gulping down your blood until you were fuzzy again but this time it was from the blood loss. If he kept drinking from you, you might actually pass out.
You clenched down at the thought. Would he still keep fucking into you even if you were unconscious? A sick part of you wanted him to. So drunk off him, you wanted to be used by him in any way he needed. Why were you so set on killing him only hours ago?
Fuck, maybe you were dying. What a whorish way to go out.
Baji squeezed on your wrists as he lost his rhythm.
“I’m close, fuck, you are divine. Your blood and your pussy. You were built just for me, my eternal.”
A sense of foreboding tried to dig into your consciousness but you were so focused on how you were right that his pubes digging into your clit was too much. Almost to your end as well, you canted your hips in tandem to his.
“More, more,” you pleaded. More of what? You had no clue.
Baji did know what you needed as he pressed his hand further into your throat, squeezing the sides to cut off blood flow to your brain. That was enough for you to clench down so hard that Baji growled. As your cunt fluttered around him, the vampire bit further into the juncture of your shoulder until teeth almost met teeth. You screeched at the pain and Baji’s hips stuttered as he came deep in you. Him filling you has that same ringing blind you.
You came right after him as he kept thrusting his hips into yours, not ready to leave your warmth. The strain of cumming left you limp in Baji’s grasp. Pulling his teeth from your throat, he saw the mess he left of your neck. It was as if you were mauled by a wolf rather than the vampire before you.
You were losing blood fast and no matter how much Baji licked your wounds, it wouldn’t take back all the blood he took from you. Releasing the hand from your neck, he ripped open his own wrist so the life he stole from you and cycled through his undead heart poured from him.
He brought the bleeding arm to your mouth, “drink,” he commanded just as he did earlier tonight.
With no way to resist, you drank. You drank until your belly was filled with his blood that was once yours. Letting go of your bound hands, you cradled the wrist as you swallow all you can, desperate. This was likened to drinking liquid candy.
“Enough.”
Baji pulled his arm away as you whined, missing the taste. Your chin was drenched with blood just as him. Slowly your wounds started to close and your missing blood was replenished. Despite this, you still were in an endless fog.
The vampire leaned back on the other end of the couch and gathered you in his arms. He rested your weary head on his plush pectoral. Whatever drive you had was gone. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. Eternally.
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#yandere baji#yandere baji x reader#yandere x reader#yandere tokyo revengers#yander tokrev x reader#yandere#yandere baji keisuke#tokyo revengers smut#viruses#dark.web
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my fave characterization of deku is where it progresses from "he's just a lil guy :D!!" to "oh he's a lil fucked up..."
#like fic where you know deku is a yandere but you cant figure out how#and then he does something crazy like hide a fucking walky talky under your bed to keep track of you 😭😭#its so out of left field you're stunned#anyway def not planning a fic like that haha......#dark.web#woof woof ☆!!
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quick someone request bully! floyd so i won’t feel so ashamed making blurb about him being a big ol’ meanie :(
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thinking thots rn....
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i would like to hear ur idea pls 👀👀👀
bet i gotchu anonnie. kinda inspired by @dabispet the queen of dark age play
tw dark age play, infantilization, corruption, kidnapping, teacher/student, yandere, dubcon?, reader is a third year and 18!!
i think all of us who were mentally ill we all had a teacher we had looked up to and you are no exception. coming from a broken home, you seeked any guidance of someone who gave even the smallest hint of being motherly/fatherly. aizawa was strict but understanding so naturally you latched onto him. tbh this surprised him tho bc he wasn’t used to students actually liking him. respecting him, yes, but going out of their way to talk and befriend him? not in a million years.
your sweet voice and kind eyes entranced him, and even though he knew it was wrong, he still was more affectionate than socially acceptable. a pat on the head for when you got a good grade, brushing a large hand against the small of your back, letting you eat lunch with him in his classroom, even bringing you extra food bc he knew your family neglected the basic necessity. on the surface everyone would coo at aizawa being so fatherly and soft for his student. if only they knew what really went on in his head. of course he wouldn’t mind being your daddy, just not in the way you would think.
how could you blame him? your sparkling doe eyes filled with innocence and deep rooted love just begged for him to fuck you until they were filled with tears. the uniform that’s too small from having never been able to afford a new since you bought it in your first year that displayed those soft thighs, pudge slightly spilling from the thigh highs. fuck, he wanted to grab them, squeeze them, bruise them with his hands and teeth. aizawa could die a happy man between your legs, thighs quivering from devouring your virgin cunny. or at least in his fantasies you were a clueless virgin that knew nothing of the world and throes of pleasure. he would teach you though, of course your daddy would teach you anything as long as you asked nicely.
so it was no surprise when aizawa started to push the boundaries. when it was just you two, he would pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth. at first you fought against him but when he squeezed you so tight that your lips tingled, you learned to let him. after awhile, especially on bad days, silently you would climb onto him and bury your face in his neck. he would start to spoon feed you despite you being an adult. any time you would fuss, he would click his tongue at you and say “you don’t want to disappoint your sensei, right?” you would quickly open your mouth and welcome the food with open arms.
after months of conditioning you into getting used to this behavior, he had finally taken you back to his home. since the day he met you, he started preparing a room for you. it was full of frilly pink cloths and stuffies. child proof, too, he made sure of it. aizawa was prepared for the tears. any little girl would be scared in a new environment, but daddy was here to help you. daddy’s here so there’s no need to cry. come on give him a kiss just like you practiced in his classroom, no one will hurt you now. no one. <3
#this turned out wayyyyyy longer than i wanted it too#oops lol#yandere aizawa#tw age play#tw age difference#tw yandere#tw dubcon#tw kidnapping#tw corruption#new message#viruses#dark.web
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Yan!Hawks asks as requested. I'm not sure if you do nsfw or not so I've split this into 2 parts. Hawks finds his S/O has one of those 2 sided body pillows of him. If you do smutty things maybe he catches them grinding on it 😉
i do write nsfw 👀
tw//yandere, implied kidnapping & past noncon, pillow humping, stockholm syndrome
hawks totally bought his darling a two side pillow of him as a gag gift. something along the lines of “for when you get lonely when i’m on parole.” you of course made a disgusting face at him, half tempted to rip it up in front of his face, just to see that sleazy smile fall. at this point you knew better.
after a while, you did get lonely.... i mean who wouldn’t after months of only talking to one person who after all did take care of you, in more ways than one. it’s not like you wanted to hump that pillow, it just so happened it was there and the side where he was shirtless was the one you sat on top off. it’s been a couple weeks since hawks last forced himself on you, always tried after his shift. you totally weren’t imagining him under you, you could finally give yourself pleasure without hawks shoving it down your throat.
still feeling slightly shameful, you left your panties and nightshirt one. you started your movements slow and light, the fabric of the pillow barely touching you. though after a couple minutes you start to get impatient and drag your hips backwards and forwards against the body pillow. the friction catches your clit with each thrust, sweet moans leaving your lips. you just gaining a good enough pattern of humping the pillow to cum when you hear the sound of a husky chuckle behind you.
you instantly stop, heat warming your face, bringing tears to your eyes. turning around, you see hawks still in his hero attire, leaning against the door frame with a greasy smirk.
his eyes bounce to the body back up to your embarrassed face, his lips curving into a grin. “didn’t know you missed me so much, birdie, can’t just leaving you hanging though.”
your mouth parts, about to tell him to fuck off when he already clawing onto the bed.
his breath mingling with yours, he sighs, “never too late to make up for lost time.”
#yandere hawks#hawks smut#hawks x reader#tw yandere#tw noncon#tw stockholm syndrome#new message#404 not found#viruses#dark.web
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Being a reporter that specifically works with the Iida family until Tenya gets a bit fat crush on you and decides that if he can't have you, then no one can. You wake up inside of his home, locked in the bedroom, and managing to get out of your restraints just as he enters. You laugh when his eyes get wide with shock as you speak. "Awe, Tenya! You love me enough to kidnap me? I knew we were meant to be! What were your other plans?" You're throwing yourself at him, grabbing at his hair and trying to kiss him while he takes in the fact you're just as crazy as he is, and more than enough to keep him entertained for a long time.
tw yandere, kidnapping, two crazy bitches in love
YES NSG JRE i have a secret weakness if the reader is a little yandere too especially if the love interest is like bat shit insane. it keeps things interesting. but yes yandere tenya with a crazy little darling :( he doesn’t even have to train you like he thought, you’re already on your knees, awaiting for his beck and call <3
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Prince! Spoiled brat overhaul? 👉👈
tw//mean overhaul, manhandling, cockwarming, slight dubcon
oml overhaul as a prince would be the worst thing ever.
he would be the biggest brat ever and would be so mean for no reason :(. you would a lowly servant that helps around at the palace. everything you did was clean and precise, attributes that overhaul quickly caught wind off. he strived for cleanliness and perfection and you gave just that. also didn’t help how quick you were to follow orders. overhaul did like his toys obedient.
the second he had sights on you, you had to be his. whatever overhaul wanted he got. that’s how you ended up on his lap, as he was still in his robes. his legs were spread to max comfort as if he melted into his mass of blankets and silk sheets. it was almost routine where he would grab you from around some discrete corner and drag you to his room. at first he wanted company, but soon enough like every man he wanted more. and being a simple servant, you had no say in the matter.
you couldn’t really complain as much as he was rude, he was still attentive. before he split you open with his cock, he worked slow fingers into your cunt so -- in his words -- you wouldn’t bitch. in nothing while he was still fully clothed, you were sat on his cock. he begrudgingly let you tuck your head into his neck as you whimper from being unable to move. overhaul always filled you up nice, curved just right where his head nudged against the spongy spot in your cunt. shifting slightly to get a better look at the book in his hand, you sunk deeper on his cock. little hiccups brushed against his neck as you wiggled you hips, begging for more stimulation.
a crack was heard in the room from his hand landing on your thigh. “be quiet and stop moving. keeping misbehaving and you won’t be cumming for a week.”
you could only stifle your cries and nod your head. after all, what prince overhaul wants, prince overhaul gets <3
#IDK IF YOU WANTED SMUT BUT OVERHAUL MAKES ME HORNEY SO I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SGHRG#overhaul smut#overhaul x reader#new message#404 not found#viruses#dark.web
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