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Maybe some general yan Mikey hcs? Perhaps with him slowly falling for the reader who does not go to the same school nor lives in his “territory”

Characters: Mikey

Warnings: Yandere themes, isolation, controlling behavior, threats, Stockholm syndrome at the end (mentioned)

…This is pretty long, if you can’t tell I had a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy!

You were just being nice to him, there was nothing more to it.

His order got messed up at a restaurant, and you were sweet enough to give him your plate, since you hadn’t eaten it yet. In his usual childish manner, he was overly thankful to you and was basically showering you in appreciation.

For the rest of the meal him and Draken kept talking to you, Mikey encouraging you to come sit with them. That’s when he found out that sadly, you guys didn’t go to the same school, and that you were unaffiliated with any gangs. Just your average person.

After that it wasn’t uncommon for you to bump into him around town, even though his school was quite a few minutes away. You didn’t find it strange though, even welcoming these meetings.

He always dragged you with him, usually Draken was with you guys, but slowly you notice that Draken appears less and less frequently when you bump into him. You ask Mikey about it but he just says something about him being busy, never really going into detail.

After a while, it was just the two of you going out together. He would take you to get lunch, go for walks, make you go on bike rides with him, anything he could think of under the guise of two friends hanging out.

Things were pretty good for a while, however you found it weird that some of your friends were slowly distancing themselves from you. Anytime you ask them to hang out they were busy. 

Some of the members of Toman would bow to you or greet you even though you’ve never talked to them before. You asked Mikey about this, but he played it off as them just being friendly.

Mikey also became more possessive. He was always touching you one way or another whether it was grabbing your wrist, holding your hand, leaning against you, or resting on your lap.

Any guy that gave you too much attention was immediately put off, by Mikey's cold lifeless glare. 

You only figured out what was happening because you caught Mikey beating up a guy that was flirting with you. After that, he chased you down and while he was trying to be patient and make up an excuse, you wouldn’t stop freaking out, so he just cut to the chase and just straight up admitted what was happening. His tight grip on your arm preventing you from leaving, and almost a silent threat for you to listen to him.

He expects you to still hang out with him after this. If you try to avoid him, he’ll go straight to your school, find your class, and drag you out. Don’t even bother looking to your teacher for help, because if the look Mikey sends him is anything to go by, you’re on your own.

He tries to pretend nothing has changed, but you flinch every time he gets too close to you, and try to pull away from him. He ignores it though, pretending that it was something else that scared you.

As his dark impulses get worse and more out of control, he becomes more possessive and more controlling.

Initially it’s him convincing you to transfer schools, or more like sending enough of his rougher looking men to your school, which causes the teachers to tell your parents about it and have you transferring quickly for your safety.

Then it’s forcing you to join his gang, so that he can keep a closer eye on you, but he never takes you to battles. Simply makes you wait for him to come back, so you can patch him up. If you try to refuse, he’ll guilt trip you, and the pout he gives you reminds you of the old Mikey causing you to usually give in.

Though, its hard to feel guilty when he breaks into your room at three in the morning demanding you patch him up.

It starts to become too much, and you have no way of leaving him, too fearful of what he’ll do to your loved ones. You try to play along, placating him when he’s upset, and overtime he lets some of the more trusted members of Toman be around you, but if any of them get to chatty with you, he cuts them off again.

You begin to feel claustrophobic in his presence. Like you no longer have any freedom, or free will... and to a certain extent you don't.

At least with Toman, you have some people you can talk with, but after they split up, it’s just you and him. He doesn't let anyone in Bonten around you, any trust he has completely gone.

By this point, you’ve already given up, convincing yourself that all you need is Mikey, and that your feelings for him are love. 

…and Mikey is very welcoming of this change...

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yandere headcannons | draken, ran, and rindou

warnings: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, toxicity, mention of guilt tripping and gaslighting.

anon said: “Hello! May I request Yandere hcs for Ken Ryuguji or Ran or Rindo Haitani ? (If you're are willing to write for any of them of course )Thank you in advance and I hope you have a nice day/night/morning! ”

— honestly, you wouldn’t see it coming.

— his yandere tendencies are rather low-key, or he knows how to conceal them well.

— instead of kidnapping you, he would slowly make you fall for him first, then have you both date for a bit, and then ask for you to move in with him.

— but don’t be fooled. once you’re in, you cannot leave.

— don’t ever imply that you want to break up with him.

— you mentioned the possibility of a breakup once, and saw how his smile fell, his eyes darkening, and jaw ticking.

— you could tell you had made him angry, so you laughed it off and apologized.

— but he held you a little tighter from that day on.

— he is naturally very touchy thanks to all the time he spent with mikey, so you don’t think twice about him always having his hands on you.

— but you can’t help but notice the way he grips your shoulder or your waist, sometimes even your hips, when others are around.

— once, he had pulled you into his side to keep his anger at bay. someone had been talking to you in a way he didn’t like, they were flirting with you.

— to this day, you remember the scary look on his face when he told them to “get lost.”

— if one of his “love rivals” comes to get their bike fixed at his shop, he will make it seem as though he fixed it up. but if they happen to crash later the same day, or if they bike falls apart in the middle of traffic, well... 🤷🏾‍♀️

— by now, you should notice something is up.

— but by then, it is too late.

— draken will do anything to keep you by his side. now that he has you, there is no going back.

— in his life, full of rivalry and bloodshed, you’re the only thing that keeps him afloat.

— he cannot let you go.

— it gets to the point where you and him get in lots of arguments, he doesn’t want you going out after the sun sets.

— he thinks someone will hurt you, so he begs you to stay inside.

— you get angry and rightfully so, telling him that you can handle yourself. you try to push around him to make it to the door, but his hand slams onto the wall, frighteningly close to your head.

— you watch as his knuckles turn white while he clutches the door frame. this strange, crazed smile tugging at his lips.

— “baby,” he coos, condescendingly. “you’re not going anywhere.”

— you should’ve seen it coming.

— he seems like the type too, lol.

— he does it nonchalantly and without guilt, tricking you into thinking it’s normal or okay.

— he is most likely to guilt trip and gaslight.

— but only when you’re onto him.

— if you start to argue and tell him to leave you alone, he will manipulate you if he can.

— but if he can’t...

— he could have you snatched off the streets in mere hours.

— if you and him got in an argument (probably about how he never lets you go anywhere or how you’re tired of him following you around), do not go outside at night.

— he is one of the most feared men in the region, he has underlings who will do the dirty work for him.

— if he commands them to, they will kidnap you.

— but he may give you a chance to come back to him willingly, he will invite you over only for the two of you to get in an argument again when you realize that he is trying to manipulate yet again.

— he might pop your tires without you knowing after the argument, you’re so busy trying to pull off that you don’t notice the hissing sound caused by the air coming out of your tires.

— you won’t be able to pull off, not again.

— he’ll force open the door and yank you out of the car, dragging you back into the residence and explaining to you rather calmly how you are his and how you cannot ever leave him.

— quite the condescending and manipulative jackass if you insist of resisting him.

— can be awfully rude at times.

— grabs you by the chin when you argue for long periods of time, and gently tells you to “shut your mouth” with a sickeningly sweet smile and a shrug of the shoulders.

— forces you to braid his hair and insists it’s “bonding” between the two of you.

— keeps pushing the boundaries when it comes to physical affection.

— kind of pressures you into giving him physical affection. like, he’ll sit there with his legs spread as he leans back with a coy smile, tapping his thigh like he wants you to sit there.

— if you don’t get the memo, he’ll let it slide.

— but he expects a kiss from time to time.

— “come on,” he’d say. “you loved me before, right? it can’t be that hard to do it again.”

— the type to tap his cheek and say, “where’s my kiss?”

— yk how younger siblings have a tendency to have tantrums?

— like angry and hakkai, right?

— now, imagine that, but with rindou.

— he’s so used to getting what he wants that he won’t entertain you being anything other than his.

— if he wants you, he will get you.

— you can’t hide for him.

— just like his brother, he has underlings that are eager to get on his good side.

— if getting on his good side means following you around like he tells them to, they will.

— if getting on his good side means kidnapping you in the dead of night like he tells them to, they will do that too.

— it’s you against them and him.

— rindou tries to get you to come willingly, but if you push him away, or reject him time and time again, he’ll get frustrated and lose all self restraint.

— he tries not to show just how much he obsesses over you, but he can’t help it.

— he is tired of sharing everything with his brother; the gang, the title, the fear.

— you are someone that belongs to only him.

— his biggest fear is his brother taking interest in you and stealing you away from him.

— he can’t have that.

— so if that means having to lock you up, then so be it.

— he’ll make sure you’re cozy, well-fed, and entertained with loads of activities and things to do to sate your boredom, not that that makes it any better.

— but he vows that he’s doing it for your own good, he swears that his brother is 10x worse and that he has to keep you hidden away to protect you from said brother.

— but even when he receives confirmation from ran that he isn’t interested in you, rindou cannot bring himself to set you free.

— he needs you by his side, and he’ll do anything to keep it that way.

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yandere!kazutora and baji headcannons

warnings: yandere, cursing, guilt tripping, gaslighting, toxicity, empty threats, hint of sadist!kazutora, mentions of kidnap and stalking.

anon said: “can you make a yandere kazutora and baji please”

— saw you amongst toman, thought you were cute, had to have you

— probably didn’t meet you until after him and toman started beefing

— end of story

— definitely the type to make you join the gang

— everywhere he goes, you go too, including gang meetings. and you can’t attend the meeting unless you too are a member

— can’t have you walking around by yourself :)

— join valhalla or die :)

— your choice :)

— not really though, because if you refuse to betray toman, he will simply say that if you don’t join valhalla, he won’t either.

— but valhalla needs him, they need his insecurity, his rage, his revenge

— you better join so they get kazutora back, or else they’ll become a major problem for you. and you don’t want that.

— if kazutora isn’t back in valhalla within 6-8 business days, expect a visit from hanma

— hanma won’t fight you, even though he most definitely wants to, because he knows how kazutora feels about you since mf is obviously down horrendous (and if kazutora knew someone put hands on his baby, he’d got apeshit)

— but hanma will definitely threaten you into joining if it means they have kazutora back in time for bloody halloween

— if you take too long to decide, kazutora will threaten to kill you, will not actually do it. but you don’t need to know that

— anyway, long story short, you are joining that gang

— kazutora is not the kidnapping type

— you can stay wherever you want, but if he calls for you, you’d better come

— he isn’t above fear mongering to win your affection

— oh you like that boy over there? would be a shame if he got hurt

— if you ever begged him not to harm someone else on your behalf, he would eat that UP

— try not to appear interested in others if you don’t want him hanging their well being over your head.

— he loves watching you get choked up, begging, pleading with him to leave them be

— god, he loves that shit. the sadist.

— honestly wouldn’t even hurt anyone fr, but he just makes it seem that he would so that you would be tricked into begging him the way he likes so much.

— and all over nothing.

— gee, (y/n), you’re so cute when you care.

— baji doesn’t romantically like anyone. anyone, he’d swear by it

— he would be so against liking you at first

— but when he sees you? shit, forget it

— he can’t quite place it, but he really likes you

— like really

— like really

— will do everything in his power to get you to like him back, hoping you two could be a normal couple

— but if you reject him...

— may or may not begin to bully you

— not hitting, just excessive teasing and name calling

— hey, stupid. where do you think you’re going?

— don’t run away from him, he doesn’t like that

— catch him in the wrong mood, and he might enjoy the chase

— but when he gets his hands on you, it’s over

— you running from him is like rejection: the sequel

— can’t have you getting away, so he has to do something

— he’s not letting you reject him a third time, so this time, he’s getting your love by force if he has to

— not the kidnapping type

— but is a guilt tripping, gas lighting, guy boss

— no, just kidding. he’s not the type to guilt trip or gaslight (well, maybe, on a bad day)

— hey, you wouldn’t want anything happening to them, right? well then you better kiss me like you mean it

— I don’t know what your problem is, (y/n). i’m honestly the best boyfriend you could ask for... i’m forcing you to play along? ha, right! don’t say something so stupid.

— don’t make him talk you into it

— he has got a way with words

— one minute you’re screaming at him to leave you alone

— the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms, promising you all these things and saying that only he can take care of you

— if you break down and ask him why he’s doing all this and going to these lengths for you, he would simply write you off

— don’t worry that pretty little head about it

— it’s not like you can outrun, outwit, or outlast him anyway

— he knows that

— he knows that there is no way you can get away from him, so he doesn’t bother to kidnap you or follow you around

— but he does make himself known

— his arm always over your shoulder, or hand on your waist, gotta let everyone know you’re taken even if you don’t want to be with him

— anywhere you are, he could show up at anytime

— and when he wants your affection, just give it to him

— he likes the simple things; a kiss on the cheek, or a hand through his hair

— he won’t ask for much, he just wants your attention, and your affection, and your heart

— swears he can treat you right if you just let him

— probably wears you down with his affection; relentlessly bugging you for a kiss or a hug, until you can’t stand it

— talking you into it so that it seems like you were willing, rather than him having pestered you so much that you crack and give him what he wants

— doing so again and again until he can catch you lacking and make you promise to be his

— even if you say it out of exhaustion or fear, or while you in tears, he will hold you to it

— so when you say it, you better mean it or at least know what you’re getting yourself into

— because once you’re his, practically everyone else is the enemy

— he would be the one to beat up those who oppose your connection

— might not if you beg, but you really have to beg (crying and all) with him, and even then, he might just beat up whoever he wants anyway

— if you want something, you have to trade in physical affection

— kisses, hugs, cuddles; he loves that stuff

— begging and physical affection combined with make anyone you want invincible

— if you don’t want anyone getting hurt, you better play along because baji really will beat up anyone who gets in the way but only if he senses that you’re not devoted to him like he is to you

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Umm Merry Christmas to ME, this is so good!

can we get some christmas headcanons? you can make it nsfw if you want to 😏 maybe y/n wants to give shiggy a nice present~ - 🍄

What does Shigaraki want for the holidays.

Someone to look his way with a smile. To not turn away in revulsion. To have a beautiful girl want him, just as he is, scars, emotional baggage, danger and all. To be stared at, not out of shock but out of attraction and lust. To have a lover sit on his lap, his cock nestled warmly inside them while they moan his name. To feel their breath on his neck while he sucks and kisses theirs, leaving a trail of love bites as they beg for more, for him.

Every year Christmas hurt more and more. Being alone and unloved, that knowledge that no one wants him. Going to am empty cold bed, not having anyone to hold, just a cold empty space in bed and in his heart.

This year however he had a new recruit whom he desired, and that made it worse. It made the loneliness hit harder, made his heart ache sharper.

So here it was, Christmas eve, and he laid by himself on his bed, hugging a pillow to his lanky body, wishing it was her. If he closed his eyes maybe it could seem real.

A knock on his door disturbed him just as he was forgetting about his sadness, and getting lost in the fantasy of having you.

His eyes shot open, annoyed at the disturbance for bringing him back to his stale reality. Getting up he stomped over to the door, ready to dust whoever it was. Swinging the door open his expression quickly changed when he saw your beautiful face, a bright smile gracing your lips.

"Hi Tomura, Merry Christmas, I brought you a gift" you beamed, a seductive smile and bright eyes looking up at him, a slight bit of mischief in your face. His heart instantly melted as his dick beginning to harden in his boxers. His eyes scanned your body, taking in the sexy outfit you were wearing.

Maybe this Christmas won't be too bad he thought, his cock getting stiffer by the second.

"Oh yeah" he growled. "And what's the gift" he continued, looking you up and down, making no effort to hide his erection, even Cupping it in his palm when he sees your gaze fall to the large bulge in his pants.

"Well I can tell you have a thing for me so I thought I'd give you me" you said flirtingly a sly grin gracing your lips.

That was all it took. He grabbed you, pulling you into his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. One arm snaked around your waist, the other roaming your body as he walked you to his bed, pushing you down, his body quickly cover yours.

His hand dipped into his boxers, freeing his large erection. The reddish head already dripping pre cum. Taking ahold of your hand he places it on his pulsing dick. His mouth meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You begun pumping his hard manhood, moaning into the kiss. Long fingers made their way into your panties, sliping inside your core.

He's loving the way you shudder and whimper under him. This is pure heaven, he has to be buried inside you, now.

Positioning his weeping cock at your entrance, he slowly slids inside your warmth, his body trembling at how overwhelming tight you are. Digging your nails into his back, tears prick at the corner of your eyes as he splits you open, forcing his way in further. Your slick walls rubbing against his throbbing lenght so perfectly, sucking him so fucking deep. Not stopping till he's fully sheathed in your tightness. His eyes roll back briefly as he loses himself to the pleasure of feeling you around him.

Letting you adjust he starts pulling out only to drive back in. His tempo building as his thrusts become faster and harder. He's pounding your withering body over and over. Cumming multiple times through the night. The sound of you crying out for him. The feeling of your sweet cunt clamping down on his rutting dick, the wet slapping sounds of him slamming into your pussy. He's reached his high several times, pumping your needy hole full of milky cum.

Finally satisfied he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. You look over at the clock, it's well past midnight, "Merry Christmas Tomura" you whisper, running your fingers through his soft locks.

Looking up into your eyes he kisses your lips. "Merry Christmas" that sexy husky voice of his says. For the first time he'll have a good Christmas.

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" 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗘♡ "

❥ Tokyo rev as yanderes

# 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 — RINDOU, KAZUTORA, SANZU, RAN, HANMA

# 𝗖𝗪 — DARK CONTENT, yandere themes, sex toys, bimbofication, bondage, violence, cheating, manipulation, non-con/dub-con, weapons, death, smut, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

# 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 : Jazmin bean — yandere

— MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❥ RINDOU HAITANI ✦ ˚.

Rin loves you with all of his heart, when he Sees you his whole day is already so much better. Except when he sees you with your boyfriend, now, we know that rin doesn't have a problem with killing people and that doesn't change when it's your boyfriend, he has kidnapped that fucker after he walked you home and strapped him up in the bonten hideout, he wants this piece of shit to be awake when he gouges his eyes out for just looking at his future wife. Rindou is convinced that he didn't deserve you, no one truly does. Not even rin himself! But he also believes that he is the only one who knows how to take care of you, what you need, and how you need to be treated. It can only be him, if not him then nobody. He just wants the best for you, he protects you from the evil of this World by locking you in the house and only letting you go out with him by your side, you have to understand, he just doesn't want you to get lost, rin Sees you as a puppy. lost, dumb, and doesn't know what it's doing. You don't want to leave, you just aren't used to being in his house every hour of the day. But don't worry, you will get used to it. Rin wants to marry you, after all, he dreams of this day in and day out. He never thought someone like you existed, you make him feel alive again, he feels full of life when he Sees you smile or do literally anything else. You are an angel, and he wants you to bear his children, this thought turns him crazy, rindou doesn't like it when you want to use condoms or want him to pull out. It makes him feel like you don't want to start a family with him and it breaks his poor heart, after all, he's done for you? you will obviously get punished for that misbehavior. The punishment is having you tied up on his bed with vibrators inside your pretty pussy and ass. And since rin is a weak, weak man when it comes to you (that wants to rip the vibrators out the second you beg and just give you what you're asking for) he leaves for work and just leaves you on the bed with the sex toys inside you for the whole day. And when he comes back, you're magically disciplined to the perfect bimbo wife that you really are. The whole sheets are wet at this point and you're begging him "r-r-rin! Rindou! Cum! Please, rin! Fill me up..ahh..i-i need you! I love you!". You look too beautiful like this..with tears streaming down your face as your body twitches and trembles. Rin will take real good care of his pretty wife now that you have been disciplined and impregnate you to have a beautiful family.

❥ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA ✦ ˚.

Once kazutora got out of jail he began to work with chifuyu in the pet shop he thought this was the best that could happen to him, immediately getting a job after getting out of jail, and with a friend at that? It couldn't get any better! But he thought oh so wrong..one day you come in with some cat food yelling for chifuyu, Tora just stared at you with his jaw wide open, his eyes were sparkling. Oh, he needed to talk to you, you noticed kazutora and smiled so sweetly he thought his heart just stopped. "Oh! You must be kazutora! Fuyu told me a lot about you" you walked over to him and he panicked. But he actually calmed down because of you, you had such a beautiful voice..kazutora literally felt the moment he fell in love with you, he never met such a wonderful girl like you, you're funny, caring and obviously beautiful. He got so lost in you that he didn't even notice that chifuyu came back in, but he finally did notice him when you turned your head to look at chifuyu who had his hand around your waist...what is this? Why is he holding you like that? "I see you met y/n! The prettiest woman in all of Japan!" Fuyu announced followed by your angelic giggle. Afterward, he found out that chifuyu is your boyfriend..this info made him feel sick to his stomach, kazutora wanted you all for himself. He knew you for 6 months now and it was summer, which means you wore more revealing clothing which drove Kazu crazy, he could see your tits getting squished against the counter whenever you would lean on it, and he sometimes dropped something So you could bend over and show him your ass, and Tora couldn't fucking resist anymore. "Hah! T-tora what are you doing?" You yelped as you felt kazutora's hands on your hips and his clothed erection against your ass. He didn't answer and just turned you around to kiss you, at first you didn't kiss him back and you fought against it but after some time you just let him do whatever he wants with you. Tora dragged you into the storage room and locked the door "tora i- we cant do this I have a boyfriend-" "shh..don't Talk about that..it makes my heart ache.." he whispered against your neck before continuing to kiss it and suck dark spots into it to Show chifuyu that you're now all his. "Huh?..W-what makes your heartache-" You questioned a little bit confused kazutora looked up at you and his golden eyes were now dark and it almost looked like there were little hearts in them "because you don't realize that you're meant to be mine."

❥ SANZU HARUCHIYO ✦ ˚.

Sanzu never thought someone could break him as you do, you slept with him after meeting him at a bar and taking him home while your husband wasn't home. Sanzu was a charming man..you had a crush on him. But since you had a husband you decided to not talk to him as much..since the day sanzu met you he thinks about you every day. You are so perfect..everything about you. But especially the way your pussy felt around his cock, it was so heavenly. He never felt anything like it, sanzu felt alive again. He can't stop thinking about it— about you, you're the most perfect person he has ever met. You need to be his, but lately, you don't seem to call as often..you used to call him 5 times a day but now you just call 3 times. He knows that you have a husband but he tried so hard to not get mad at the thought of you sleeping in another man's bed but after you stopped calling as much he couldn't help it anymore. Sanzu knows he's far from perfect but he just can't let you be with anyone else, he will kill that motherfucker who dared to steal his angel from him. so he came to your house unannounced with a knife in hand behind his back. But His heart melted when he saw you in a morning robe and you looking super sleepy..fuck..this makes him think about how beautiful you looked the morning after he fucked the life out of you. Suddenly sanzu realized he has to keep looking stone-cold but he couldn't help but smile at your cute face. "Haru! What are you doing here so early?" You questioned with a little tired smile on your face. Sanzu was about to answer you but then the thing happened that sanzu was prepared for. Another man. He came from behind you and asked who was there, at that moment it was like something snapped in him. Sanzu walked into the house locked the door and ran over to that strange man trying to Ruin his life, he had his knife in a tight grip and slammed the man down to the floor before stabbing into his chest "YOU TRIED TO TAKE MY ONLY HAPPINESS AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKER" he yelled as he continued to step into the flesh of the Man under him while you fell to the floor watching in horror and crying with your mouth open in absolute shock but not being able to make a single sound. "YOU'RE FUCKING PAYING FOR IT NOW, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" sanzu was completely out of his mind screaming at a man who is already dead and he kept stabbing him. Until you were finally able to sob and sanzu immediately stop to crawl over to your shaking body. He was covered in your husband's blood, his bloody hands went up to your face and he suddenly kissed your quivering lips "baby..don't worry..He can't get in between us anymore..we can live together forever now" your once sweet Haru is a cold-blooded killer. He doesn't even seem to be phased in the slightest bit that he just ended somebody's life. And he isn't. He is happy that that burden is finally gone and he will soon be forgotten as well. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Just come with me and everything will be fine, okay baby?" His cold lips pressed against yours "o-okay.." you didn't know why you said that, but you feared that he will kill you too if you didn't agree. But in reality. Haru would have killed himself if you refused he could never hurt you..he just wants you to be happy. Haru smiled at your answer and kissed you deeper this time "I wanna fuck you next to your scumbag of a husband.."

❥ RAN HAITANI ✦ ˚.

He is crazy in love with you, ran couldn't live without you. If you died, he would probably have to follow you. Or if someone tried to take his precious angel away from him, he wouldn't hesitate to beat them to death with his baton. It wouldn't be the first time. And ran noticed that one of the boys in your class is a little too close to you, and whenever he sees you with him he feels the urge to choke this fucker to death, you belong to him and hum only. You are his. And if that scumbag doesn't know that he just has to prove it to him. How you might ask? Well by beating him, kidnapping him, and making him watch you get pounded by him. "Did you fuckin think he could fuck you better than I could?" He asked while his hand rested on your cheek "n-no! Never, r-ran!" The man on the chair watched in fear when he heard your brainwashed answer. You cried loudly as ran's rock-hard cock dragged itself along your sensitive walls while looking into your eyes with the craziest look you've ever seen on him "you're never gonna find someone better than me, baby..we were made for each other. You are mine and I am yours. Do you understand?" His soft hand gripped your cheeks to squish them together, making you pout "yes, ran! I'm yours!" Once those pretty words left your mouth, ran came deep inside you, flooding your cavern with his hot seed. After he came down from his high he looked at the man while talking to you "you gonna help me kill this scumbag, won't you baby?" The Man screamed and cried against the fabric that was stuffed in his mouth once you gave ran a slight nod and a smile, ran is so proud of you..you are his little brainwashed bimbo♡

❥ HANMA SHUUJI ✦ ˚.

You don't know hanma, at least..you don't know his name, you spoke to him once and now he can't get away from you. He knows where you live, where you hang out most of the time. And hanma noticed that you go on dates with a lot of people in the nighttime, the thought of anyone touching your beautiful body except him makes a burning feeling of pure anger and hatred bubble up inside him. and after they come out of your house he beats them up to tell them that they will never ever talk to you again or he will not stop beating them when he sees them around you again. Hanma doesn't give a fuck if it's a man or a woman, he doesn't want anyone talking to his wife. This night hanma plans on marking what's his once in for all, and that is you. He is sick of other people thinking you're theirs..when in reality you have always belonged to hanma. Once you came home from work and went to sleep hanma broke in, you're so adorably stupid that you keep a spare key in one of your plants..hanma took his glasses off and put them in his blazer jacket, and began to walk up the stairs, his cock hardened and throbbed when the thought of finally burying his fat cock into your beautiful pussy invaded his mind. He couldn't even count the nights he was looking through your window watching you undress and stroking his cock to your cute and angelic body. Hanma reached in his blazer again and took out his gun just in case you're being a brat. You were sleeping in your comfy bed when a weird Sound woke you up and you felt the bed on your other side sink as if someone sat down on it. "Don't scream, little kitty~" a familiar voice spoke up and a hand-turned you from your side onto your back, seeing the guy who comes into your bakery every once in a while. Your whole body felt numb all of a sudden, this didn't feel real. This couldn't be real! Hanma grinned and pointed his gun on your hard nipple through your tank top "if I were you I wouldn't be a brat. So behave, okay?"

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my god, i’m so lonely

❥ ran haitani x reader x rindou haitani

❥ your brothers make you feel lonely.

❥ incest, punishment (implied dubcon/noncon, implied hitting), threats of punishment, death/murder (unnamed guy), slight blood, possessiveness, isolation, female reader (please tell me if i missed anything)

❥ word count: 1252

❥ minors + ageless blogs dni, this is sort of all over the place, grammar wack in this, first time writing darker… incest lmao

It took you years to realize, but you’re a lonely person.

Your world was confined by the unnatural hold your brothers had on you, a grip on you that tried to teach you that your life was theirs. That’s what your world was, there’s. Home was purple eyes, cracked eyeglasses, toppled over bottles of blue and black hair dye, a metal baton sitting in the kitchen sink. Home was the aftermath of brutality; you were witness to the downfall of aggressive highs. You were the celebration of another beating, another gang's downfall, another death.

Your life was a forever prize to them, and you were so content with it. You adored them, and they adored you in their ways- roughhousing, an accidental bruising, an ice pack tossed at you. Or they hurt you a little more that day, if the tears were spilling from your eyes, two pairs of lips would be against you mumbling “sorry.” They knew you’d always forgive them, and some other things never needed forgiveness. Tangled in each other limbs, the bedsheets wrinkled, Ran hogging the blanket, and the moon and neon lights illuminating the dark room through the blinds. No, you weren’t lonely then. You were home.

You don’t know what home is now. The city lights are bright, infinite from your view in the penthouse, but an imitation of the moon and neon lights. But it’s all you can see at night. It’s all you can see when you’re still confined by them, keeping you like a prize, still there’s to take. It’s only their hands you know, their eyes you know, their voices you know. How many voices have they heard? Your world is theirs to live in, their home, but they leave you unclean, unkempt, and into the lives of others.

They’ve always been like that, selfish. They just didn’t want anyone taking their little sister, take her away, and do unspeakable things to her. That’s what they said when you asked if you could visit one of those clubs they often talked about. Genuine shock reading their eyes, it was the first time you ever asked something like that. Genuine shock that transferred into a glimmer of rage.

“We can’t let anyone take you away from us, you know that, right?” Ran’s thumb brushed away the tears falling down your face, a gentle smile on his face despite the harsh hits he landed against your body.

“Don’t ask that again.” Rindou’s face is buried against your neck, but his tone is nothing affectionate. His hands press down and pinch at your fat, at the exact places Ran’s palm collided against. Your hips jut out when his hands press against your inner thigh and cry at the painful sensitivity. “Shut up.” His voice is mumbled, quiet- his lips moving against your neck.

Ran’s fingers dig into your cheeks, cutting off your cries with a pained gasp from his harsh grip. His smile is glaring at you, speaking silently, telling you to quiet down. Maybe before this, you wouldn’t have listened, teased him, and worsened your punishment on purpose. Maybe before this, he would’ve asked Rindou to grab something to soothe your pain instead of letting him further it. Maybe before this, he would’ve been a good brother and comforted your pain without any malice behind it.

“You ask that again-“ You could feel your skin pressing painfully against your teeth, his fingers pressing deeper as he spoke “-and I’ll make sure you can’t leave. I’ll make sure you can’t even leave this bed.”

“Promise,” Rindou mumbles. He’s half-asleep. “We promise that.”

You knew they kept their promises, they kept it well and in bodies six feet under. You knew it when you saw the blood splattered on the open door, the body of the man who you asked to hide you away, lied face down on the floor.

“Come in here, now.” It was Rindou’s voice, you could hear how he just wanted to drag you into the room but was forced to wait for you to come in at your own pace by Ran. Ran wanted you to take in your punishment, letting the consequences of your choices dawn in on you.

The consequences of falling too quickly in love with another promise- an idea, you suppose. The man now lying in a pool of his own blood was the idea of your own world, to live a life not theirs. An attempt to live a life not so lonely, an attempt leaving you alone with the life you tried to run away from him.

You make your way into the apartment, the floor creaking with every step. You don’t know if you stepped in the blood, your feet moving on their own to a familiarity. The creaky doors aren’t familiar, the thin walls with peeled-off paint aren’t familiar, and the now dead man isn’t familiar. You hate it, hate how your body yearns for a mean comfort. How easy your body moves on your own, and your mind once again kept in the four palms of your brothers.

You hate how lonely they make you. You can’t even exist without them, and you make it clear with the way you present yourself to them: eyes shifted to the floor, hands tucked behind your back- ashamed for leaving them so lonely.

“You wanna-“

“No.” Your attempt to shut Ran up, keep him from breaking the silence- breaking the eye before the storm. You broke it.

“No?” Ran’s sitting on the red, worn out couch. He’s never cared if his suits got dirtied, just if his watches got any blood on them. You want to hope the dust coating his watch isn’t bothering him too much, but you know another annoyance adding onto his already disappointment.

“Can’t I just-“

“No.” Rindou cuts you off, same as you did to Ran.

Ran’s teasing makes you flinch, and his palms hit harder, fingers knowing every spot of your body, but Rindou makes it so easy for you to cry. They’re both blunt with you in their own ways, Ran just likes sweet-talking you. He always sugarcoats everything, makes everything sweeter before biting down on your tongue. Rindou says what’s on his mind, he doesn’t want to sugarcoat it. Rindou makes you jolt, he can push out the tears from you with his hands.

You crumble, knees bucking onto the floor and the long awaited tears finally making way down your face. One set of disappointment, and the other pair unamused.

A body crouches in front of you, a dusty watch catching your eye, moving, and arms wrapping around you, pushing you into the chest of your eldest brother. You heard the steps of Rindou make his way behind you, watching Ran hold you.

You hate them, you hate yourself for letting them take you over. You hate yourself for clinging into an empty darkness of two shadows. You hate yourself for calling that loneliness home. You hate how this entire family made a prize made out of you, only for them to use as they wanted.

And you know it’s all you’ve had, all that keeps on coming back to you. Blood connecting like red threads, footprints for them to see wherever you go. The day you asked that question, you saw the red thread yourself. And now you see how they tied it around your neck, kept you close to them, and only them. Lonely, and belonging to them forever, bound by the closest blood.

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a little more of us - ran x reader

cw: MINORS DNI, yandere!ran, implied murder, baby-trapping, manipulation (i promise there’s a little toxic love in here)

a/n: a little something for @doinmybesthere​! hopefully the spooky vibe i was going for shines true

These days, everything seemed to make you jump.

Like today - today, the sudden sound of Ran’s voice and the abrupt sensation of long, slender fingers grazing at the skin of your shoulder, dangerously close to your neck, had you in alarm, and you gasped sharply.

You hadn’t heard him come in over the sound of your television drama. He was home early, now standing just behind where you were settled on the couch, and somehow it seemed as though he had only willed himself into existence just now. You could feel his weight pressed against the back of the furniture as he leaned in.

He chuckled.

“You’re jumpy today,” he teased, before his fingers traveled further, settling at the curve of your jaw. There was always something so playful and light about his touches, like a wildcat playing with its catch before it went for the kill. Your hand found its way onto his as the sudden rush of adrenaline through your veins settled. 

“Hello to you too,”  you said, looking up at him. 

Ran’s height was used well when he loomed over you from behind the couch, his face glancing downwards at you. His grin was wide and playful, his teeth white and perfect. He dipped further down, and his lips pressed onto yours. 

“I missed you.”

It still caught you by surprise every time he said those words so casually. 

Reflexively, you replied, “I missed you too.”

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This so cool! You have an amazing art style

espers and their auras 💜💙💖💛 

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Hi there mari darling<3 so can i request a highschool au where kakucho,izana(im not sure if u write for him but if you dont you can write for someone else) and haitani brothers where they are deeply and madly inlove with a shy and a nerd reader.like no bullying and all just them being in love with her.i love you so much<33

Tenjiku crushing on shy reader (college AU!)

A/N: Hi love! I hope you don’t mind me doing it as college AU! since I usually age the characters up. Enjoy <3

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Rindou, Ran

Izana:

Izana is a man of confidence and assertiveness, yet his heart belonged to someone of the opposite, Y/N, his shy and reserved classmate.

The white haired boy always had a crush on you, even when he wanted to look away, he couldn’t, you were too pretty to look away from.

“Cute” he’d mutter under his breath as he watches you scribble notes that no one else in lecture class was taking.

Although you made Izana’s heart beat fast every time he saw you, he would never shy away from you, in fact he would openly admire you.

“Is this seat taken y/n-chan?” He’d ask ever so smoothly, before taking a seat next to you when you shake your head.

“You’re so smart y/n chan, can you help me study?” he’ll ask immediately after, “sure!” you reply with that damn adorable smile, making him lose his breath.

And as you try to explain your notes to him, you couldn’t help but feel his stare, and when you looked up, you were met with a pretty shade of lilac eyes.

“Izana?” You ask anxiously.

“You’re so pretty” he sighed with his hand on his chin, stuck in a lovesick gaze as he watched you blush.

Kakucho:

Kakucho Hitto, everyone on campus knows him as Izana’s best friend. His very cute best friend

Everyone also knows him as the guy who has a crush on y/n 😭

He made it too obvious. The blush that would adorn his face when you’d enter class, Izana continuously nudging him, the way the usually intimidating boy would start blushing and getting defensive whenever anyone asked him about you.

And it all started because you once shyly told him his scar is pretty <3

But even though he would get flustered at your beauty, he’d overcome his shyness and walk you back to your dorm

Well actually it’s because Izana threatened to tell you the truth if he didn’t make a move 💀

“Pretty cold huh?” Kakucho said, looking up at the grey clouds, hoping to initiate some conversation. “Mhm” you agree shyly. Then you suddenly felt a hand brush against your own

“b-body warmth helps.. Izana said” he reasoned, looking away so you don’t see the blush on his face as you smile and hold his much larger hand.

Rindou:

Rindou knew you, his crush for a year now, didn’t think much about him. After all, he didn’t initiate much conversation with you, but that’s because he didn’t know how. What if he came across too rude? Too cold? He wouldn’t want to put a frown on your pretty little face.

That’s why he settled for non verbal ways of courting you.

He randomly sit down next to you in classes, telling whoever was planning to sit next to you to fuck off.

He won’t talk to you or even fully smile at you, usually he’ll place your favourite drink on the desk, muttering “it’s for you” because turning back to his laptop.

Wait how did he know your favourite dri- never mind.

One day, you felt brave and decided to initiate talk, “oh! I like that song too” you say shyly, looking down at his phone. He looks up at you for a second, his lazy eyes taking in your features before he leaned forward and placed an earphone in your ear. Leaving you more flustered than before.

Even your friends were left so confused by him. So they took into into their own hands to ask him before class began, despite your protests. “Hey Rindou! You like y/n or something?”

Rindou, slightly tilted his head before looking you directly in the eyes. “Yes”

Ran:

Ran likes you.

And I mean A LOT. And it’s about to become everyone on campus’ problem because he’s going to do everything possible to have your attention.

Ran’s crush on you is beyond obvious. No one even feels the need to mention it because they’re so used to seeing him tease you.

Yes, his love language is teasing so you’re in for a damn ride.

Tries to sit next to you in class always. If you happen to be sitting a bit far from him, he’ll stretch his long leg out, wrap it around your chair legs and tug you forward, making you blush in bewilderment when you suddenly find yourself face to face with him

Plays footsies with you under tables!

He likes offering you bike rides back to dorm. “It’s okay Ran, it’s only a 10 min walk” you reason with a shy smile, he leans forward to admire that pretty smile before replying “but pretty people like you shouldn’t walk for 10 mins” with a playful pout.

You laugh softly before joining him on the bike from behind. He audibly hums at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his waist tightly.

At the traffic light, he leans back so that he’s slightly leaning on you “hey pretty, go out on a date with me in Roppongi soon?” he says with a genuine smile.

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Perfectly written I love it!

Brahms Heelshire Imagine: He reveals himself and you panic

Content/Warnings: Female Reader, Angst, NSFW ENDING, Dub-con, probably fear kink & size kink, Possessive!Brahms, Jealous!Brahms

With lots of backstory so hold on my thirsty pals the smut is coming at the end 👀

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korok!!!!!

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if you’d be so kind (sfw, suggestive)

Brahms Heelshire x GN Reader AN: been cookin up ideas for this one for a couple days and i think i’ve finally got it to a state i like. warnings for minor character death, mild terror, and descriptions of gore a la brahms. give it up for the most specialest boy summary: say hello to brahms.

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wildest dreams

Brahms Heelshire x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (minors dni!!!)

Summary: waking up from a nightmare takes a different turn as you and Brahms finally share your first kiss.

Cold sweat broke on your forehead as you jolted awake. You couldn’t remember the dream, yet your head was spinning from it. Were you running? But from what? No memory came to you, just the terrifying feeling surrounding it. Pressing your hand on your face you could feel the tears. Have you been crying? It appears so.

“Y/N?” a childlike voice called out in the dark “are you alright? What happened?” tone shifting to a grown man’s, as Brahms stood up, staring at your figure.

As you didn’t answer, he placed one of his hands on your back, moving closer to you.

“Bad dream?” he asked, earning a nod from your side.

He wasn’t used to talking much, usually he didn’t even have to. You always knew what he wanted, so it wasn’t often his voice was heard. His mask muffled his breath and you could feel the porcelain face nuzzling into your hair, smelling it. Now that you come to think of it, you have never seen his face.

The two of you recently started sleeping in the same bed, even since he became more clingy than usual.

Heavy rain was still breaking outside, drops of water smashing themselves into the window. Brahms rubbed your back gently, as you nuzzled your face into his chest. He smiled at that, but you couldn’t see. You have learned to read his eyes and never once dared approach the mask subject. You figured he will take it off when he’s comfortable enough.

“Feel better?” he asked, pressing the porcelain lips on your head.

“Yes, much better now” looking up, you smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his mask. He jolted back at that, not expecting it.

“One more?” you asked, chuckling as he nodded his head frantically. And so you kissed him again, but this time, he leaned in too. Pulling away, part of you wished to kiss him for real. To feel his lip on your own, his tongue exploring your mouth. You wanted to ask, but didn’t know how to approach the subject.

Looking down, you placed your palm over his, stroking it gently, all the while you could feel his piecing eyes staring at you. There was a part of you that wanted to rip his mask away and just kiss him, but you knew that would be a bad idea.

When you looked up again, you could faintly see his eyes, his pupils dilated.

“Brahms?” you finally found your courage to ask.

“Hm?” humming in response, he tilted his head to the side.

“Can we kiss...without the mask?”

He froze at that and the lack of a response made you grow worried. You kept eye contact, hoping he would give you an answer.

After what felt like forever, he slowly nodded and pulled the mask up, just enough to uncover his lips. The burn scar was easily visible and it took everything you had in yourself not to touch it. Truth being told, you wanted to touch it, you wanted to kiss his scar and tell him he’s beautiful.

You were pulled away from your thoughts when Brahms smashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was inexperienced, but very eager. He didn’t mind you taking the lead, wrapping your arms around his neck, hands tangled into his hair. He wrapped his arms around your back, one palm on the back of your neck, holding you in place. He buckled his hips, and you could clearly feel his erection on your leg. You knew exactly where this was going, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

He moaned into your mouth, as he started to rub his erection on your leg more. When you finally pulled away, a string of saliva was still connecting the two of you.

“Please” he said, not even sure what exactly he was begging for.

“I want to see you...please Brahms” you placed your hand on his exposed chin “let me see the man who’s gonna fuck me into the mattress”.

Brahms lost it at that. His eyes widened, hands shaking. It didn’t take long before he took the mask off completely and placed it on the nightstand before finally looking at you. He was hesitant, taking in each and every one of your reactions. Part of him expected disgust to settle on your face. But all his worries wore off once you pulled him into another kiss.

“You’re so handsome” you began as you kissed his scarred cheek.

He didn’t know exactly how to react. Everything was already so much for him. There were so many feelings mixed up in him, and all he wanted was to finally have you.

As you began to kiss his neck and use your knee to rub his erection, he started to moan and whimper, head dropping in the crook of your neck. He grabbed your hand, pressing it against his crotch.

“Please” he said again.

“I know baby, I know” you smirked and kissed his neck once more before palming his length.

Brahms was anything but quiet. Each one of your touches sent shivers down his spine, loud moans echoing through the room. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have you and he had to have you now.

You didn’t have much time to react before he pushed you on the bed and climbed on top on you. His lips curled as his kisses traveled from your neck, down to your chest. Ripping your shirt off gave him more than enough room to kiss your breasts, going from one to the other, all the while your fingers were tangled into his hair.

“Just like that, you’re such a good boy”

Brahms loved it when you praised him like that, his erection only increasing in size.

Pulling away from each other, you both began to help the other undress, until you both stood naked. His pupils were so dilated, almost like an animal staring at its prey. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn his eyes were black.

Neither could wait any longer, so you pulled him into another kiss, which he reciprocated immediately, while you guided his cock to your entrance. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouth as he pushed himself inside of you, pinning you down with his weight.

It was exciting and terrifying at the same time, his muscles flexed around you, thrusting in and out, moaning in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t escape his grip, nor you wanted to.

“You feel so good Y/N, so good” he moaned into your neck, tears running down his face.

Your nails were digging into his back, desperate to pull him as close as possible, almost to a painful degree. The way his cock hit all the right spots, the feeling of almost being split in half, had your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Brahms wasn’t going to last long either. All these new feelings were overwhelming to him, so he found himself unable to form coherent words. All that was left of him was a whimpering mess.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” was everything he managed to choke out, addicted to you to a whole new degree.

“I’m gonna—“ heavy breathing broke his sentence.

“Yes baby, cum for me” you said and kissed his head.

His movements became sloppier, hips twitching before he came to a stop, filling you up with his cum. Luckily, his release triggered your own, walls clenching around his leaking erection, causing him to flinch at the sudden tightness.

He didn’t bother pulling out before he completely collapsed on top of you.

“Brahms..too heavy” you chuckled.

He began to whine a little, but eventually pulled away from you. He laid next to you, but close enough so your face could nuzzle into his chest.

His arm was protectively wrapped around you, as his nose found its way back into your hair.

“You like my shampoo that much?” you asked with a smile, to which he only nodded, both of you finally drifting off to sleep.

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You know what, screw it.

Why not do scenario headcanons on all three (Brahms, Bubba and Jason) about their SO getting hurt?

I’m not sure if you’ve done this, but I feel like reading that at midnight and squealing super loud while kicking my feet in the air like a high school fangirl SMGSMGD

slashers with a hurt s/o

Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz x GN Reader AN: oh this is a tasty one, my friend. also i hope you don't mind, but i added mister lenz because i had some real clever ideas for it and i just couldn't resist! but anyway thank you so much for the request!! also hahey agender squad /pos warnings for descriptions of pretty nasty injuries and terrified boyfriends

Jason Voorhees:

You encountered a wire snare. Perhaps one of Jason's more vicious trap, the wire snare was an extremely strong, thin metal cable no thicker than a string of yarn designed to capture running campers and pull them against a tree. Easy to find, and easy to remember the location of, but painful and cuts the skin deep. You were running to catch some papers that had blown away one moment, and slammed against a tree trunk, bleeding and sobbing the next.

Mortal terror. More than dying, more than his mother dying, more than anything, Jason is afraid of you dying. He hates when you so much as scrape your knee. Seeing your ankle with a metal cable deeply embedded in it, your whole foot and hands drenched in blood, crying and crying and crying, Jason feels like his heart shatters into a million pieces. He's at your side instantly, freeing you and holding you tightly and carrying you back home. If there are still other campers around, he doesn't care. They can all get away with their lives if it means you're okay.

Surprisingly good at providing medical attention. (Per my own headcanon lmao) you always patch Jason up after a long day of "hunting", even though he doesn't necessarily need you to. He watches closely, asks why you patch up certain things in the manner you do, and you always answer him as best you can. So, he's learned a bit from you. He cuts off the cable, removes it as gently as he can (oh, please don't cry-) and does his very best to suture you up. If you think you're walking anywhere until this incident is a distant memory, think again. Jason carries you around like a stuffed toy until there's nothing left but a scar.

Guilt. Jason wants to protect you. He's sure that's most of his job as your lover (something you might need to convince him otherwise on), and allowing such pain to befall you is gut-wrenching. His own trap, his own home, his own lover. He feels absolutely terrible every time he sees that scar around your ankle. Truly, there's probably nothing you can do to fully soothe his guilt, but he still likes to hear that you forgive him and you don't blame him.

Bubba Sawyer:

You weren't looking where you were going. Bubba really, really doesn't like it when you go into his work room. It's too gross, untidy, dangerous for someone who doesn't know what is where. But, really, you were just trying to be helpful by picking up some things he forgot in there. Then one wrong step, and you tripped over a wooden stool and your shoulder landed right on a meat hook. Your screech of horror gathers the attention of everyone in the house.

Panic! To say the entire house becomes a clusterfuck in two seconds flat would be an understatement. Bubba is throwing dressers out of the way and upending tables trying to get to you, Chop and Nubbins are having a panicky shouting match trying to decide how to help you in the best way possible, and Drayton is just barely refraining from blowing his lid while trying to get you off of the damn thing- he's not the heavy lifter, though. When Bubba bursts into the room, he's already in tears. Poor guy.

He needs a lot of guidance. You have to speak up in order to avoid a total meltdown when he sees you. You tell him to lift you up and then off- he does. You tell him to go and get some fabric to put pressure on the wound- he doesn't want to leave you, so he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom before doing so. Be patient with him, he's probably a sniveling, crying mess while he's taking care of you. Hearing you cry, seeing you bleed, it's horrible. The wound's on your front, so you can still caress him and kiss him and tell him you'll be okay while he feebly sutures you closed. It helps a little.

Nightmares. You are nothing like the victims for Bubba. He doesn't want to see you compared to them in the slightest way, because what he does to victims, he is terrified of doing to you. Being trapped on a meat hook does not help soothe this terror in the slightest. He often wakes up shuddering and slick with sweat after the incident, trying to get the memory of a nightmare of killing you out of his head. He doesn't recover easily. Tell him it won't happen, tell him it was a nightmare and nothing more, and give him lots of good, slow kisses to make sure he knows you're not going anywhere.

Brahms Heelshire:

The unfortunate victim of a wine glass. You had always been a little bit clumsy, which Brahms found peculiarly endearing, but he's also a little bit of a worrier. He'd asked you to watch where you were going before, and expected you to listen. You didn't exactly feel the need to. Your hubris caught up with you in the kitchen when you did fall. A wine glass on the counter toppled, the liquid-retaining part broke right off, and the glass spike of the handle rolled right off the counter and stabbed you quite thoroughly in the thigh. Your howl of anguish spurs the sound of heavy, running footsteps, and the sound of a portrait being thrown right off the wall as Brahms tries his damnedest to get to you before you start to bleed out.

Makes it worse before making it better. Brahms is terrified of infection. He's both crying and shouting at you while carrying you to the medical cabinet, but he stops when he sees that no, you're crying- he's yelling at you while you're crying, he's making it worse. He apologizes right away - Brahms runs a little hot and cold - stroking your hair and pressing his mask against your forehead and unscrewing the cap on the isopropyl alcohol- oh god. He pours it right on the wound, and your screech of searing pain just sets Brahms into a spiral of crying. He's sorry, Y/N! He's so so sorry- he's trying to help, he's trying to help you! He didn't mean to make it worse, please stop crying like that! He definitely needs a lot of help and reassurance after that. He doesn't want to breathe without your instruction, for fear of making you cry again.

Avoids you. Brahms makes himself very scarce once you're all patched up. He'll come out to ask to see the wound, and then he'll disappear again. It goes back to the way it was before you knew he was there- grabbing food when you're in another room, watching you through walls, feeling horrible the whole time. You're a beautiful, fragile little thing. He becomes much more aware of your ability to feel pain and your mortality after the incident- he doesn't want to touch you, just in case he hurts you again. But, when you routinely invite him to sleep in your bed and hold him and show him you know how to handle him when you don't have a glass spike in your leg, he finds you extremely difficult to resist.

Billy Lenz:

You got hurt while you were out of the house. Snow and ice have never been your strongest of suits. You're a bit, uh- vertically challenged during winter. So, while stumbling out onto the icy, unsalted sidewalk, you slipped, fell backwards into a very thorny bramble, staggered to your feet, fell forward and hit your head. Hard. Billy, from the window, watched you fall the second time, and his stomach dropped down into his toes when he saw you looking down, on your hands and knees, bright red oxygenated blood dripping from your hair down onto the sidewalk. Billy is more afraid of you dying than of the outside world- he powers through his agoraphobia to pick you up and drag you inside before the damage is irreparable.

Trembling like a wet dog. Billy is horrified by your injuries and your blood- you're.. you're Billy's! You're not allowed to get hurt! What if you'd died? Billy makes it clear that he couldn't go on without you. He blows your injuries a little out of proportion, but he gets quiet while he's cleaning them. You can tell he's afraid by the way his hands shake and his breathing gets louder- he's afraid of hurting you, he's afraid of losing you. Seeing you hurt, your skin cut open, you bleeding and shivering in your delirium, it reminds him all too much of what he's capable of. Billy's violent tendencies frighten him just as much as they frighten you. All he wants is for you to be okay.

Quiet. Billy moves slow, talks quiet, and treads lightly around you long after your injuries are healed. His hands shudder when he puts them in your hair, and his eyebrows always seem furrowed when he looks at you. It might take a bit of prompting, but eventually you learn that he's afraid to see you hurt. You're just so precious to him- seeing you in pain frazzles him more than he's able to handle. He wants love and cuddles from you, but his hands brush the scar on your scalp when he plays with your hair. You'll have to let him know that you're okay now, you're all healed, it doesn't hurt anymore. Even then, he's still going to treat you extra gentle for a while.

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Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Summary: Brahms has the nervous habit of fiddling and scratching at his fingers when he’s nervous or deep in thought.

Word count: 583 words.

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Brahms got the reader pregnant and now what will happen?

"Brahms got the reader pregnant, what happens now?" 

TW: infanticide, the baby girlbossed too close to the sun.

- Brahms wouldn't really understand what you meant when you first told him. Sure, he knew how baby-making works, but he never expected to potentially have his own children.

- He would be anxious, and in turn angry. Angry that someone might take away his place as your number one person. Anxious because he doesn't know how to get rid of it. Is he just supposed to take this lying down?

- He was close to passing out after he heard that you had gotten a positive pregnancy test. He's certainly not father material, i can tell you that much.

- You'd have to have a proper talk with him about it, and why you most likely should or shouldn't have a child together.

- Your chances at having a child with him would be a lot higher if you had already talked to him previously about it, but if you haven't, he'll utterly and unashamedly hate the idea.

- You're most likely not going to have a child together, he's just not emotionally or physically ready for it. He can't even control his own anger most of the times, let alone manage it. How was he supposed to have a child? A whole new person? His whole new person.

- He'll be completely against it, "No, i don't want to have a child. I hate children", so on so forth.

- In the case that you have talked to him previously about it, he'd maybe, and i mean MAYBE, think this would be an ok idea.

- He'd still hate the thought of you spending more time with your child, but he'd be way more open about the idea.

- Will definitely still take some time to warm up to the idea, of actually having a baby, but he'll get over it like a real champ.

- You won't even have to say much about how to prepare for having a baby, he's already read his way through the whole library, so he'll know at least to baby proof some stuff.

- Once the baby’s actually alive and healthy it could go two ways.

- One: it works out and he actually tolerates his own child. This isn’t very likely, since he’s still the number one baby in the house.

-Or two, the more realistic scenario: He actually fucking hates not being the center of attention, and the child just so happens to disappear one day. He won’t tell you what he did with the child, so good luck finding it’s remains.