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[bluepersimmonshake]

Yandere Teru Minamoto x Reader part 2

Part 1

Tw: Physical abuse/ violence, power imbalance themes

Teru Minamoto was the golden boy, the unrivalled prince of the school. Perfect grades, president of the student council, righteous and impossibly strong, being the heir of the Minamoto family of exorcists. To the ordinary person and the students of the Kamome Academy, he was the pristine symbol of perfection and everything that transcended the mundane. He was placed on a pedestal, high above the rest of the student body and he well knew how to claim and own his throne. His cult of admirers worshipped him and the spotless image he had created and he couldn’t complain. It was easy to win over the humans with acts of kindness and equally easy to break the supernaturals into submission using fear and violence, something he greatly enjoyed, owing to his unbridled rage towards the lot.

However, there was one anomaly among them all, something that he couldn’t explain. Something that made him cross the very threshold of sanity to the dark, uncontrollable instability that always lurked beneath the fabric of controlled calm he portrayed. Something that made him question his own beliefs every second.

You.

Calm, delicate and harmless you. Your entire existence that bordered on the boundary between the two realms. Especially the fact that you didn’t transform into a raging monster or one of the seven mysteries when you died. You retained your body, your essence and your presence of mind even as a supernatural, unable to move on. It was a mystery, but a welcome one at that. You didn’t remember how you died and neither did you care. You wanted a peaceful life, however, fate had other plans for you, in the form of Teru.

It intrigued him immensely. Which meant it wouldn’t signify anything good for you.

His beaded chain clasped around your entire body through your ankle like a serpent as he pulled you closer, dragging your body through the floor towards him, while towering over you. Your voice, muffled by the beads of the chain cutting down against the edges of your mouth, didn’t reach past even your own ears. You looked at him in horror, pupils dilating, as your body convulsed violently to break free. Your hair was messed up from the effort it took you to resist, your body flushed even as a ghost and in pain as the beads cut against your supple skin.

You had been tormented by his presence ever since he first cornered you and this time, you cracked under the desperation which fuelled your flight response when you spotted him. Unfortunately for you, Teru wasn’t in the mood to give you a pass that day and he had his beaded chain coiled around you, like he did when he exorcised the other supernaturals or punished Aoi, the student council vice-president, another supernatural.

But he wouldn’t exorcise you, oh never, you were his favourite.

With a pull of the chain, your upper body was jerked upright. He crouched down to your level, taking your chin gently between his fingers. Tears of anger and fear mingled together as they cascaded down your chillingly cold skin. You could see the flints of darkness, around his pupils shattering the ethereal pools of blue that made his eyes. It unnerved you. The icy blue eyes which made the girls of Kamome Academy swoon, made your skin crawl, because you knew him for what he was, beneath his flawless façade.

A ruthless monster, worse even than the supernaturals.

“I thought I had made myself clear, (y/n),” His voice was deathly calm, as your name rolled off his tongue like a melody he nurtured, his eyes piercing into your very existence. “Running away from me would be met with severe punishments.”

You froze as his fingers tucked a strand of your messy hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on the outer shell for extra few seconds. You still couldn’t speak due to the beaded chain cutting against your mouth painfully, keeping your mouth open.

“I thought you had learnt your lesson last time it happened.” His voice held a certain disappointment like you wanting to run away from him wasn’t the smartest decision you took. “It seems you need a reminder of what happens when good little pets try to run away from their humans. Something stronger this time, so that it gets imprinted into your very bones.” His voice cold and unrelenting, as his pull on the chain tightened, as a result, the beads dug into your skin more painfully, bruising through your cheeks, almost threatening to tear open the corners of your mouth. Your skin cracked against your joints, drawing blood around from your elbows and ankles.

You would have screamed in pain if you could, but instead your body squirmed and twitched painfully, as you shook your head desperately, tears flowing out in thin streams. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he released the chain, retracting it back into his bracelet. You laid on the floor, silent sobs of pain and humiliation wrecking your body. You didn’t speak, you refused to speak, even moving your mouth hurt like hell.

Immediately, he pulled you into a hug, his body warm and flush against yours as he caressed your hair soothingly, a sick mockery of your vulnerabilities and the excruciating pain he put you through. You breathed laboriously against his embrace, your body and mind wanting to push him away and run as far as you could, but you knew it was futile. You couldn’t escape the boundary of the school and once he found you again, it would be a fresh kind of hell.

“This is for your own good, my love,” He cooed against your ear soothingly, his soft voice a stark contrast from before. “I do not want to hurt you, but you give me no choice. I can’t have you escaping from me again, (y/n). You need me after all.” He pushed your hair from over your shoulder, exposing the skin of your neck and shoulder as he dipped his head, planting his warm lips against the curve of your neck, on one of the bruises caused by his own beaded chain, sending a train of shivers down your spine.

You grit your teeth, digging your nails into your fleshy beds of your palms, anger and resentment clawing at your heart. As much you hated him, he confused you. You couldn’t understand the reason behind his actions or the reason he was so hung on you.

“Why are you doing this?” You managed to force out the words through your gritted teeth and bruised mouth.

You felt his warm breath as he exhaled against your skin. His words came out muffled as he lips traced patterns over the length of your neck, affectionately, making no effort to give you the attention for a conversation.

“Why am I doing this?” His voice was incredulous, like he couldn’t understand why you would expect answers from such a rhetorical question. “I told you; I want to keep you to myself. Someone as beautiful as you, a fragile and powerless little supernatural being. You need to be kept safe. From this putrid world. And who better than me.”

Each word of his was interspersed by a soft wet kiss down you neck and on to your shoulder. It required all your efforts to not lose yourself at the feeling of his lips and tongue. You wanted to laugh at the irony and audacity of his statements.

“Safe? Funny how the definition of safe and protector means so different to us supernaturals as compared to you.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically, letting the words hang in air.

His lips released your neck as he looked at you through his glacier eyes, a cold hard edge to them. He traced the bruise that formed across your cheek from the corner of your mouth, the action nauseatingly sweet as he gave you a cruel smile, devoid of any warmth.

“You misunderstand my actions, love. You force me to be…rough on you. If only you just acted like the obedient and pretty little thing that you’re, I wouldn’t have to do this now, would I?” he asked rhetorically, cupping your face with his palm, his gaze falling on you with a twisted kind of affection.

You would have thought he was being ridiculous, if you didn’t notice the darkness lurking beneath the pristine cyan of his irises, he absolutely believed what he said with absolute conviction.

“Now, I believe we have established the consequences of you running away, right? Because, next time if you did anything like this again, I wouldn’t be as understanding as this time. You will learn to not exploit my soft spot for you, because, my dear, next time I will pluck you from the boundary of the school and keep you locked, safe and secure at my home. And I think you know what happens when a supernatural is removed from their boundary?”

His threat laced around your heart like poison, as you nodded your head reluctantly. You knew being removed from the boundary causes a supernatural to lose the energy that feeds their existence and binds them to the world of the living. You were just an apparition, you already didn’t have any significant powers like the other mysteries of the school, you knew you wouldn’t survive. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad after all. You would be free from him.

“And if you think I won’t be able to catch hold of you if you disappear, you’re so damn wrong, my love. I will cross the far shore to your realm and I will pull you back to the living realm over...and over…no matter how many times it takes for the fact to get embedded in your head…what it means to belong to me, completely.” His quiet words, whispered into your ear were menacing and dark, laced with certainty and conviction as he planted a soft kiss below your ear, which was more threatening than tender.

You didn’t ask why he was so obsessed with you, because it didn’t matter. You had tried and thought of plans to escape his overbearing self but they all amounted to nothing. But that doesn’t mean, you will submit yourself to him willingly.

“Now, my precious and dear (y/n), what are you supposed to be doing from now on? Say it just like we practiced.”

“I will wait for you every day here in the old building, dutifully, staying away from the other supernaturals and humans, like you asked.” You will only pretend to do so, to placate him, until you find a way out.

“That’s my good girl. You’re my pretty little secret after all.” His voice was sickly sweet; a smile graced his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Teru Minamoto wouldn’t let anyone know about you or the things he felt for you. You, the root of his conflicting emotions and his darkest desires will be only for him to know and adore. He loved the power he had over you, something about you always stirring the dubious creature inside. He promised himself that he will never let himself feel the same pain, for you, again.

[bluepersimmonshake]

Vampire Gojo Satoru x Human Reader

TW: nsfw, major sexual themes, slight yandere, power imbalance dynamics, implied starvation, 18+ MDNI

Content: Satoru has a god complex; submissive reader.

Word count: 3.6k

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You were an orphan, raised in the village by your mother, before she died of a disease you didn't have medicines for. Overlooking the village was a gigantic castle in the distance, tall and imposing with its dark turrets, adorned by creeping vines. The only sign of life from the castle was the occasional open windows or the maintained towers and the pristine front yard, bearing dark red flowers in manicured shrubbery.

You had heard whispers, fleeting murmurs about the individual living in the castle. Rumours about his species and his lineage. Rumours that he is never seen in broad daylight but the wind bears his presence in the dead of the night, hidden beneath the shadows of moonlight, when a human disappears from the village. The people loved to address him as a vicious monster who killed humans, the undead who fed on blood.

Sometimes, you would wander too close to the castle after moonrise, to collect food from the forest behind it. The villagers never cared for you, you were invisible to them without a family and you learnt to blend in seamlessly. You survived mainly on the fruits and mushroom from the woods, sometimes small animals if you were lucky.  This had made you braver than the most, whispered mumbles never deterring you from filling your starved body by venturing into the woods. You always had the weirdest sensations that you were watched, but you had never noticed anyone around. Strangely, you remained unharmed in the woods no matter how late you ventured in. Your curiosity about the residents of the castle increased day by day as the disappearances in the village became frequent and the rumours spread like wildfire. People were scared of their lives and their families.

The villagers, superstitious as they were, decided to offer a sacrifice, rather than drowning in fear of who would be the next person to disappear. It gave them a sense of control on their lives and who better to be sacrificed than the poor, starved orphan, who wouldn't be mourned by anyone.

You initially didn't bear a grudge against the villagers, as you empathized with their fear and rationalized your fate. It was not like you cared for anyone particular in the village or anyone else cared about you. But, a part of you still felt nervous and anxious as you were sent to what you assumed was your impending doom. You were sure you would be snatched up and killed and eaten and that would deter the monster from stealing any other villager for weeks. Despite your best efforts to not bear ill towards the villagers who you had been living with since childhood, you felt angry at them. You were sent to die and you couldn’t refuse because they had officially cast you away, forsaken you to the monster of the castle. You could run away certainly but you had a feeling your situation wouldn’t improve no matter where you ended up.

As you made your way to the castle, before you could knock on the castle gates, a lady opened the door for you. Judging from your attire, you surmised that she was a maid in the castle. You had crossed the castle multiple times but had never seen your before. You felt your throat dry up as you didn't know how to explain your situation. You didn’t even know if there was a proper arrangement between the villagers and the monster of the castle or you were an unfortunate victim of circumstance.

"We have been expecting you, m'lady." The maid said before you could say anything.

You were more confused at your words. Who's we and why were they expecting you? You thought to yourself.

"I am sorry, but I don't understand. What do you mean you were expecting me? Did you know I was going to come here? And who's we? And how do you even know me?" I looked at your curiously.

She smiled serenely. "Oh, but we do know you, m'lady. You were chosen to be the master's bride. Didn't the villagers send you here?" She tilted your head to the side in mild concern.

Your words filled you with surprise, "What do you mean bride? I was sent here as a sacrifice so that whatever your master is, would stop taking the villagers."

She still maintained that serene smile that was starting to get under your skin. "Yes, but as a bride. Don't worry, you won't have to lose your life. Now, let's get you prepped up, m'lady." You weren’t convinced by your words and neither did you understand the arrangement, but nonetheless, you followed her.

She took your hand and guided you through the dark ornate halls, before climbing up the grand staircase to your room. You were bathed with sandalwood and offered a plethora of dresses, made of the finest silks and velvets. For the first time in your miserable life, you were fed to your heart's content and were treated with respect. Suddenly, becoming the monster's bride wasn't such a bad thing.

In the entire time you were there, you hadn't glimpsed him even once, which made you all the more anxious as to what to expect. The maids forbid you from venturing into certain parts of the castle for your own safety. They didn't imply anything explicitly but you understood the implication behind it. The undead become restless and unrestrained at certain days of the month, when their ever-growing hunger encompass them completely.

One night, you were sleeping peacefully on your bed, unaware of the presence of another before you. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift under a weight. Infront of you, sat a man with hair so pristine and white as if he stole the moonlight to wear as a crown. His eyes were a crystalline blue, plucked from the deepest trenches of the ocean, guarded by a spiderweb of lashes. He was draped in the darkest of the silks, his smooth chiselled chest peaked out from beneath his robes. Your breath got caught in your throat as the starlight from the windows embraced him like an ethereal cape, making him look unreal. You knew no human could look so divine, but you felt branding him as a monster was a cruel irony on the creations themselves.

His gaze burned in you with an intensity that made you feel every throbbing of your vein, every rise of the hair on your skin and the soft exhale of breath that escaped your moist lips.

"Who are you?" You were surprised to find how soft your voice was, as you sat up straight.

He didn't answer, instead he took a tendril of your hair in his hand and wrapped his finger around it softly, still looking at you were like you were some precious relic. You found yourself losing in the light flicking across his ocean eyes. It was like you forgot to breathe in the face of someone so majestic.

"Your god. Satoru Gojo." He finally said, his voice low and husky, as a wicked smirk graced his lips and that’s when you noticed the slight slip of his sharp fangs behind his lips.

You would have no qualms in believing him if you didn't actually know what he was. He tugged at the tendril of hair wrapped around his finger, bringing your head closer to him. Your entire body stiffened as his thumb brushed against your lips tenderly. His touch was cold against the warm curve of your lips.

"You're mine now. You have no idea how much I have waited for this moment. I knew I had to have you the first day you crossed my castle to venture into the woods." His voice was warm and soft, almost restrained with something deeper but it sparked an ember of flame in the pit of your stomach that you had no way of explaining.

"It was you," you whispered. "You were the one who watched me when I collected food in the woods."

His smirk widened as he processed your words. "Who else do you think made sure nothing of the forest would even bend a hair on your head?" His slender, spiderlike fingers captured your chin, tilting your face to look up at him.

“But why? Why me?” you found yourself asking, as to why someone like him would want someone as simple as you, you were all but a common villager.

He grinned, baring his fangs at you, almost playfully, enjoying the effect he had on you.

“Your blood. Its scent is unlike any other I have ever had. The scent you gave away made me yearn your blood like anything. I dreamt of the day when I will get to have you, every inch of you completely, all to myself. I had to restrain myself because I couldn’t just pluck someone as precious and pure as you without…proper arrangements.” His voice was intoxicating, almost like a lullaby, lulling you into the false charm of his embrace.

"Then the villager's sacrifice?" You asked slowly, finding yourself to be completely transfixed by him. Your brain felt foggy before him, where you couldn’t help but lean into him, wanting to be desired.

He held your arm and pulled you on his lap, his hand resting on your waist through the thin fabric of your nightgown, balancing your small, malnourished frame against his chest. "They did it willingly," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch deliberate and affectionate. "I made a deal with them. I wanted you and they obliged. They, however, didn't know what I wanted you for. As long as I own you, I couldn’t care less about them." His free hand grazed against the smooth skin of your bare thigh, sending a chain of chills down your spine.

You didn’t resist; you didn’t want to resist. You wanted to be consumed completely by this majestic being. You wanted to be yearned for and desired.

He buried his face at the crook of your neck and inhaled softly, taking in your humane scent. It drove him to the edge. You shivered as his tongue lapped over your skin slowly, as if he was relishing the taste of you. And then without warning, you felt his fangs dig into the curve of your neck, a gasp escaped your lips as you felt a sharp pain shot through you. You felt him drink in your blood, sucking and licking at your sweet spot as a thin drizzle of warm blood cascaded down your collarbones only for him to lick it up like it’s the purest elixir in existence. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt your body heat up and craning your neck, you gave him better access to your smooth, untainted skin.

He relished in your compliance, your willing submission to his carnal needs. You accepted it, even desired it as much as he did because for the first time in your life, you felt invaluable and wanted.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined." he mumbled against your neck, getting drunk on your blood. You felt your consciousness gradually slipping as he drank you in, your eyes closing, and then he ceased his assault on your neck, when you were on the precipice of blacking out from blood loss.

“You’re one of those…” You mumbled softly as he licked the remnants of your blood from his lips.

His eyes fixed on you intently, you could feel the coldness and soft darkness of his true self lurking beneath the effervescent blue. “Vampire? Undead? The mythical monster? All of them.” He smiled at you, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards sharply.

His words seemed to engrave the reality of his existence in your being. Your mind turmoiled between fear and desire, sinful and raw. It carved at your insides like a dagger coated in honey, it made you crave the forbidden, yearn for the sweet drip of sin wrapped in a cloak of danger. Your mind filled with thoughts of what could happen when he was done with you, your inevitable fate.

“Please don’t kill me.” The words were out of your mouth before you could process them, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes glinted wickedly as he took in your conflicted state, his lips curling up into a cruel smirk as his hand, resting on your waist possessively, pulled your frame tightly against him,

“Oh, I won’t kill you, my sweet bride. Not just yet. Every breath you will take is because I allowed you to, from here on out. Every beat of your heart is because I allowed it. Every morsel of food you eat, every drop of water on your skin, every prayer on your lips, is because I allowed you. You will live for me and you will die when I will it. You, every inch of you, the blood pulsing in your vein belongs to me. Mine to keep and mine to use.”

His words lit your skin on fire, you felt fervent and insatiable. You didn’t want to like that you were at his mercy, but you found yourself drawn towards him and his words by the minute.

“Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me, my precious bride.” His voice was a breath above whisper but it still held a sharp commanding edge to it that made you unable to refuse.

“I am yours, Satoru.” His name was like a holy song on your lips, it broke his restraints. He looked like he wanted to devour you, his eyes burning with an animalistic need.

He ripped the thin fabric from your body with one sweep motion, leaving you bare, his large hands trailing on your skin with a reverent fervour as his mouth captured yours. His tongue collided with yours, infiltrating and claiming your mouth till you couldn’t distinguish between him and yourself. His hands cupped your breasts, pressing them as his thumb grazed against your sensitive peaks. A soft moan escaped your lips as you arched your back involuntarily. He broke off, your moan having fuelled his carnal urges. His mouth clamped against your breast as his teeth grazed and nibbled on your skin and tender nipples with almost painful intensity. You let out a soft gasp as heat pooled in your belly, flowing down to your core, sending ripples across your body.

“You are so perfect.” His mouth released your peaks with a soft, moist pop as he flashed a devious smirk at you.

He laid you down on the bed, gazing at your body like it was a temple of sin and worship. “So fragile and beautiful, almost makes me want to break you so terribly.” He mused to himself.

His mouth found your skin with the intensity of a parched traveller finding water. His teeth grazed and nipped your skin with ardent fervour, leaving blossoming red marks as a mark of his ownership, while his tongue and lips soothed the bruises almost mockingly. Your entire body was wrecked with pleasurable heat, leaving you sweating and breathless. You revelled in the way he revered you like you would disappear if he wasn’t fast enough.

He sat straight, spreading your legs apart, taking in the view of you.

“Look at you, already dripping wet for me when I have only just started.” His voice dripped with amused disdain, he loved how worked up you got over him, how your body pulsed with need and desire because of him.

Your embarrassed state only fuelled him further as his fingers found your clit, rubbing and massaging it slowly, knitting the ropes of pleasure in your body. You whimpered breathlessly as he increased his pace, rubbing your clit with the thumb while his thin fingers unfurled the folds of your pussy, taking his time. Tension built inside you like a raging fire, your moans music to his ears as he quickened his pace. Without warning, he dipped one finger inside you, curling it upwards, as you let out a startled gasp.

He smiled wickedly, inserting another finger inside you, stretching your skin, as his thumb continued to rub your clit mercilessly. Your body jolted with ripples of pleasure as you cried out from overstimulation. He dragged it out, deliberately, moving his fingers slowly, enjoying seeing you all breathless and needy, edging you on cruelly. “So fucking pretty for me.” He whispered as he saw the way your back arched, the way your hair stuck to your sweaty body and the way your lips parted. It drove him insane. He was already hard from the way your body reacted to his.

He quickened his pace, moving his fingers and curling them upwards to give you that shot of pleasure. You were close, oh so close, but before you could hit your climax, he pulled his fingers out, driving you into a frenzy of desperate frustration.

“Beg for me, beautiful. Say you want it. Say you want me.” His voice was mockingly sweet, almost taunting you for your whimpers.

“Please…Satoru…” You managed to speak out between your laboured breaths.

“Please what, sweetheart? Spell it out with those pretty lips of yours.” He was high on your voice and sight. He loved seeing your at his mercy, dripping and breathless.

“Please take me, Satoru…I need you so badly.” You didn’t care about your dignity; you wanted to hit that high and you desperately clung on to the only person who could give it to you.

His smiled devilishly, your words working like an elixir on him. He pushed his fingers inside you again, moving with an unprecedented pace, thumb rubbing your sore clit, edging you on, binding your body with the spell of pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a soft whimper left your parted lips.

“Come for me, beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes fixated on you as his fingers worked their magic, hitting your core.

You reached the high, the peak of pleasure before coming all over his fingers and hands. He burned your sight to memory. Breathless and stimulated, lips parted, your skin covered with his marks, crimson and beautiful, your hair a mess because of him. He had you like he wanted. And he wasn’t satisfied.

“Will you do something for me, sweetheart?” His voice was warm and tender, as he sat back, removing his ropes.

“Anything…” How could you refuse him after everything. You wanted to be corrupted by him. You wanted to please him.

“I want you to ride me.” His eyes pierced you with an intense gaze.

You nodded and his smile only widened as your eager compliance. He stroked his cock as it stood erect and thick. He was big, way bigger than you expected as you crawled towards him. You straddled him, lifting your hips and positioning his cock at the entrance of your pussy. You were nervous but even more high from pleasure. You believed you could take anything right now. He guided your hips with his hands and pulled you down on his length, without giving you any time to brace yourself.

You gasped as he filled up your core, his girth stretching against your walls and skin painfully. Tears prickled your eyes as your muscles clamped on him tightly, filling every inch of space. It earned you a soft groan from Satoru himself as he threw his head back, your warmth encompassing him tightly. You positioned your hips, adjusting to his length as you slowly grinded on him, your skin and muscles stretched raw against his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He breathed out, his hands guiding you with your movements as you continued to ride him. You let out a moan as you felt his length hit your core. An amalgation of pain and pleasure formed inside you, overwhelming you in waves as you continued to ride his cock, his hands guiding your movements expertly. You threw your head back breathlessly, moving slowly as one of his hands fondled your breast, flicking your nipple, eliciting another moan from you. He pulled you closer to him, chest to chest as you quickened your pace, feeling the climax build inside you, through the sweet numbing pain.

“Such a good girl, taking it all in.” His praise fuelled you further as you rode him with increased pace, his cock piercing through you, as if you could feel your gut get pushed up.

You let out a yelp as he slapped your ass, the flesh bouncing and slapping against his thighs with each movement of your hips. You were close, so close to it as your body trembled with the intensity of the thrusts. His groans boosted your confidence knowing you were doing it to him. He was drunk on you as you both hit the high and hitting the release as the same time. Warmth filled inside you as your sinful fluids mixed with each other, the air basking in the raw stench of sin and forbidden pleasure.

You breathed out, collapsing against him as he held you in his arms. “You did so good, beautiful. Such a pretty thing.” He cooed against your ear, nibbling on the soft outer shell affectionately.

“Soon, I will corrupt you with my blood and once you’re like me, I will have you to me forever. You will be my sweet bride forever, for me to use and ruin. You will only ever need me, you will exist for me and me only,” he whispered against your ear, caressing your hair like one would do for a doll. “I will leave you in such a state that you will only ever beg my name in prayer, for I am your God henceforth and worshipping me is the only thing you will ever know, love.”

[bluepersimmonshake]

Yandere Teru Minamoto x Reader

Tw: yandere themes, violence, power dynamics, stalking.

Reader is helpless and at mercy of Teru.

A/n: Based on something I wanted to explore while reading the manga. This is my first oneshot so feedback is appreciated!

You were a supernatural in the school, not of the level of the seven mysteries but still there. You had managed to remain unnoticed by most of the students and didn't bother interacting with anyone, even your fellow supernaturals. You were simply happy to drift aimlessly in the abandoned school building.

But your days of peaceful existence were threatened when you fell under the radar of Teru Minamoto, the second year student council president, the strongest exorcist and the bane of the supernaturals in the school beyond, whom even the seven mysteries feared. You knew of him, you had even seen him but you considered yourself lucky to never have crossed paths with him before.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been following you from afar, keeping tabs on you: the places you frequented in the school, what you did, whom you interacted with, how much of a threat you were. He slowly started becoming obsessed with you, the more he observed you. You were frail and weak, devoid of any significant powers, you couldn't hurt anyone even if you wanted, he knew that and your helplessness fueled something in him.

Despite his exorcist tendencies possessing him to slash you on sight, he couldn't help but find you beautiful. Almost ethereal. A darkness consumed him that made him want to break you, to claim you as his own...to even keep you safe, against his better judgement.

You were drifting across the abandoned corridors of the old school building when suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to find yourself face to face with the exorcist himself, a closed-lip smile dancing on his lips. You froze with fear, your eyes widened at his sight as you senses your impending doom.

"Teru Minamoto... you're the famed exorcist." Your voice was soft.

His eyes twinkled. "My, I'm glad that you've heard of me. Y'know," he took a step closer to you. "I haven't seen a supernatural as pretty as you. Such a shame, makes me almost wanna..." He let the words float in air.

You didn't hear anything he said and simply made a run for it. But before you could go further, you felt a beaded chain clasp around you and you collapsed to the ground as you felt a tug of the chain. From your position on the ground you could see the chain was attached to Teru's wrist, you realised it was the chain he used to capture supernaturals. You heard the soft clink of his sword getting unsheathed and within a second he had dug the sword on the ground, escaping your head by mere inches. Faint, dark electricity sizzled as it sensed you. He towered over you and you saw the cold hollowness in his sharp blue eyes. You knew you couldn't win against him.

"I'll give you an opportunity to convince me why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now." He smiled in his cruel, sinister way, crouching down to your level as you tried to sit up.

You knew he was toying with you and you hated it, even as a supernatural, you still had your feelings and dignity but you didn't wish to be exorcised just yet.

"I have never harmed any of the students or any human being. I am weak I will never harm anybody. If you just let me be, I will never cross paths with you or any of the humans ever again." You bargained.

His smile grew. "Ah, but you see, that is a problem now." He raised his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, almost lovingly, ignoring the flinch that earned from you. "I have...become quite fond of you, hence, I cannot have you escaping me, my sweet little ghost."

You were taken aback by his words. "What do you mean?"

He gave a sharp tuck of the chain causing you to get yanked forward painfully as he captured your chin in his fingers. You looked at him in terror, puzzled by his actions.

"Such a pretty little thing you are. So easily destroyed, so fragile. Makes me wanna break you so badly." He whispered softly, enunciating each word with care, causing shivers to run down your back. "What I meant is that, I want to claim you, keep you as my little pet." He uttered the last word with tender emphasis.

"You have to be out of your mind if you think I will just agree to that." Your retort came almost naturally, as you looked at him like he lost his mind.

In response, he dug his blade into your feet, causing a sharp ripple of electricity to course through you, as you felt the weapon burn your body in excruciating pain. Your screams of pain echoed through the empty halls of the old school and you knew nobody, supernatural or human could come to your rescue. You were trapped and helpless, at his mercy.

"I don't think you're at a position to decline or accept my offer at the moment, no? Let's try this again, shall we? You're going to be my little pet. I'm going to look after you and keep you for as long as I want. And we will start by teaching you basic obedience, okay? I will take my time breaking you and making you mine."

He smiled chillingly and as you looked at his cold eyes, you were able to see the darkness lurking beneath his pristine exterior. Your fate was sealed and as you hung your head in defeat, you knew there was little to none escape from him, the human who tamed you.

Part 2