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[puppybei]

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Udhdudud I started this to write about college!bully shoko… haha…

Pairing : College Bully! Shoko x Secretly Perverted Crybaby! Reade

Wc:3.3k

Tw: blackmail, bullying, non consensual touching (only skin on the back), verbal bullying, humiliation, degradation, dub con, footplay(?) (not a feet kink just idk), bully!shoko, mean!shoko, puppy girl!reader, crybaby!reader, fingering, foot humping, wearing a but plug (no anal play), fingering, clit play, nipple play, marking, biting, begging, idk the ending might make a part two with a maid costume if this does well, innocent! Reader, barely proof read, author is a lesbian virgin please don’t read the sex scenes too carefully, collar and leash tugging that’s it I think

Your college life was supposed to be fun. You were supposed to go out to lesbian bars and meet a pretty girl who could possibly take your virginity. Unfortunately for you, the very first bar you went to, you managed to piss off one of the most popular lesbians- Shoko Ieri. And even more unfortunate for you, she was in all your college courses. Curse whichever god made you think that taking pre med was an actual good choice.

See you didn’t even do much, you were just 18, freshman year of college, straight out of your small countryside town pushed into the big city life with nothing but a fake ID and some liquid courage. So could you really blame anyone for spilling a shot all over the first pretty girl you laid your eyes on? No, no you couldn’t.

Shoko Ieri was effortlessly pretty, the type that made you stare into her side profile for hours on end and press your thighs together as you ignored the the empty sensation pooling in your tummy, that and the sticky mess that you’d inevitably have to clean up once you reached home.

She groaned in annoyance when you spilled the alcohol on her, putting her cigarette down as she got up from the barstool and wiped it down with a few tissues, pristine white shirt being ruined by your clumsiness. Her friends laughed around her, a pretty brunette with a scar running over her cheek and a blonde woman in the tightest black turtleneck.

“I’m- I’m so sorry I didn’t know where I was going I can compensate you- or get it cleaned for you,”

You stammered over your words, blood running hot in your veins as the club music thrummed in your ears. Shoko merely gave you a one over, eyeing the frilly top you had one and the white skirt that rested just below your knees with a disdainful look.

She muttered some profanities under her breath as she pushed past you and entered the washroom, knowing none the better you followed on her heel, more apologies spilling from your lips as she rolled her eyes in distaste,

“I don’t know what you expected coming here with a set up like that-,”

She paused, waving with her hands as she looked down at you through her pretty lashes,

“But I can assure you that no one’s gonna look twice at a country bumpkin like you,”

You could almost feel your heart shattering in your chest, you though that this would be different from Highschool, the mean girls who found out you were gay and bullied you relentlessly would not exist in the glamorous city life. But here you are, once again biting your glossy lips and batting your masacara lined eyelashes as you looked at the bathroom floor.

Shoko patted your shoulder, playing with the lacy ends of your sleeves as she chuckled dryly,

“Best to go home ‘kay pumpkin? Last time I checked this isn’t a farm.”

Her words hit you hard and you don’t even remember how you got back to your home in one piece, wiping off your streaky makeup as you woved to yourself that you would never let someone walk over you again like that.

Easier said than done because for the next three years, atleast after Shoko had found out you were in all her classes, she made it her personal mission to make life hell for you, bullying you relentlessly just for the fun of it.

She’d pull the straps of your shirts, always making sure to sit next to you in classes. She’d fiddle with the ends of your tops, pressing her cold hand under the material to find the warm skin of your back. Her friends would watch from a distance but look the other way.

She’d purposely trip you in hallways, just to watch you scramble to get your books in order and press them against your chest. She’d corner you in empty lecture rooms and peek down your shirt, always commenting on the type of bra you wore while giggling at the sight of tears in your eyes.

At least at home you could escape from her incessant comments. Your parents were financially well enough to send you to a private women’s college, they even insisted you get an apartment as there were no dormitories. Your home was your safe heaven, your only place of comfort and rest.

And well, you kind of developed the odd hobby. Having no friends or social life makes you quite attached to the internet, and ever since you were a teen finding half naked photos of women in pretty lingerie on your older brothers computer, you’d always wanted the same for yourself.

So after discovering the joys of online shopping, not only were you addicted to wearing lacy garments, you also developed a few unorthodox kinks, ones that if your parents knew about, they’d definitely take you back home without a second thought.

Your collection was pretty, and it was all hidden under your closet in a safe and secure box. What wasn’t so thoroughly hidden was the secret stash of Polaroids that you took while facing the mirror when in said clothes. They had you pictured in multiple different positions, tight lacy bras which left nothing to the imagination, collars and puppy ears as you tilted your head and pouted while taking a photo.

It started as a way to build confidence but soon you started to enjoy looking at yourself in those photos, imagining having a mistress who would take care of your needs and call you sweet names. So what if you were a bit more on the freaky side, you had maybe two good friends and only your best friend knew of the photos, accidentally discovering them one day when she slept over and went to look for an extra charger.

Even then she said nothing, only teasing you for a few minutes as she told you which ones were the best and which ones you could possibly improve on. She was from another college so she didn’t know the rumours surrounding you and Shoko, nonetheless you were grateful for her opinion. So the Polaroid camera sat inside your table and the raunchy photos right beside them.

You didn’t know who or which god to blame when you were paired up with Shoko. To make matters worse, she insisted that you both do the project in your apartment instead of hers because her roommates were having sex or something. She reveled in the way heat rose up to your cheeks and you stuttered out a response, mouth curling into a grin as she followed you to the apartment.

The minute you stepped in she sat down on the couch, making herself comfortable as you put down your books on the dining table and pulled a chair out for her,

“S-shoko we really need to start working, can you please..”

The brunette snapped her head to you, taking in the interior of your house as she shrugged with and shook her head, standing up as she observed each trinket in your house, running over the framed photos on your wall as she asked questions about your family.

You grabbed her wrist as she opened the door to your bedroom, nervously stammering out an excuse as she merely pushed you to the side and sauntered into the room, making herself comfortable on the bed.

She laughed as you tried to talk to her about the project, poking your plushies with her finger as she made fun of your light pink themed room. You stood at the doorway, hands clutching the frill of your shirt as you avoided her gaze and made excuses about the decor in your room.

Which is why you didn’t notice her pulling open the nightstand drawer and reaching for the stack of photos, too busy looking at the plush carpet under your feet as she hummed a tune.

“Woah I didn’t know you were such a freak pumpkin!”

This made you snap your head at her, eyes widening as she took her sweet time going through each and every Polaroid. You immediately jumped on top of her, trying to get her to to give the photos up as tears of humiliation brimmed at the corner of your eyes. She only held the photos up higher, pullling her phone out and snapping quick shots of it with a grin on her face.

You say deflated on the bed, pulling your lower lip in as you tried not to ruin your carefully done makeup.

“P-please give those back..”

One hand was outstretched in her direction, head hung low as she got up from the bed while laughing,

“Pray tell why would I do that? These photos.. did you take them all yourself? God you must be so pathetic..”

Shoko just stared at you while you whimpered on the bed, shoulders stooped low as you tried not to tremble. Your nails dug into the skin of your palm as you sat almost obediently on the end, resting your fists on your thighs as you awaited her next mockery,

“Hm… show them to me,”

Shoko smiled when you looked up to her confused, pulling a Polaroid out and pointing to the set you had on,

“Go put this on and come back or I’ll show everyone just how much of a freaky slut you are. You don’t want your parents to know that their precious, sheltered daughter’s become some kind of perverted whore, now do you?”

The tears were freely falling now and you stuttered out a weak protest before the brunette hauled you onto your feet and pushed you into your closet, holding the door shut as she hummed,

“Be quick now, I don’t have much patience!”

The picture she chose was one where you had puppy ears and a butt plug. The whole set was in white, a translucent crop top with lace ruffling and a heart cut out in the middle where it showed the curve of your chest attached with white frilly sleeves, a short white skirt that rested just above the curve of your ass, thigh highs and ribbons that pulled the entire outfit together.

You had barely clipped the leash on your collar as you stepped out, covering yourself with your hands as you looked away from Shokos prying gaze. She whistled low as she cursed under her breath,

“Fuck~ aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, huh puppy?”

You pressed your thighs together, still refusing to meet her gaze as she took a hold of your collar and tugged.

Hard.

“Ah!”

You yelped as you moved forward, immediately falling on your knees with a soft thump! As Shoko stared at you from above with a condescending look,

“Naughty mutt… good girls sit on the floor right?”

You pinched your eyebrows in confusion as she tugged once again at the white leash, pushing your head to meet her thigh as you looked up at her through your lashes,

She used her sock clad feet to push your skirt upwards and you immediately tugged it down, flushed to the neck at the prospect of her seeing you so vulnerable,

“S-shoko please… don’t do this,,”

The woman only groaned as she pulled at your leash, causing you to tug at your collar while she finally moved the fabric from your crotch away,

She smiled like she was enjoying ice cream on a hot summer day and not forcing you on your knees for her while she had her way with you. Not that you could deny the pool of arousal growing in your gut as she pressed the top of her foot into the gusset of your panties.

You keened forward as she grazed the tip of your clit, whining loudly as you wrapped your arms around her leg, resting your forehead on her knee as you looked at where her foot connected with you,

“Tch. Bad puppy, not behaving at all, we’ll have to give you some punishment later yeah?”

Lusty fog had started to take over your brain and you shook your head no as you panted, moving your body back and watching Shoko rest her foot on the floor as she stared at the wet spot forming on your panties,

“Fucking mutt.. you’ll get off to anything won’t you?”

You whined again, this time the empty feeling in your stomach only started to increase as you quickly started moving your hips against her, covering her fabric in your slick as she watched intently from above.

You started desperately humping her leg as you started to chase the high building up in you, moaning more freely and digging your fingernails into her slacks when she abruptly pulled away.

You chest was heaving as you looked up at her, glossy eyes and bitten lips when she pulled you up by your shoulders and laid you on the bed,

“Good puppies as for permission when they want to come do they not?”

You nodded your head desperately as she sat over you, playing with the ears on your head as you leaned into her touch, almost purring at the soft affection. Her other hand trailed down to your thigh highs, pulling the fabric against your skin and reveling in the way you yelped at her, clutching her shirt as your makeup ran streaky down your face.

She pulled away from your thigh to squish your cheeks in one hand, making you pucker your lips at her as she cooed at you. You sat flushed in embarrassment before she quickly kissed you, biting into your lip before shoving her tongue into your mouth.

You gasped against her, fisting her shirt in your hand as she licked into your mouth, smiling when she felt you squirm against her. The brunnette kissed messily, keeping you on her mouth for what felt like hours until you pushed her away to gasp for breath, lips red and swollen from all the biting she had done.

She pushed you until your back hit the bed and you whined for her, hands stretching out to grab for her again, she condescendingly cooed at you, wrapping your thighs around her waist as she swiped her index finger through the basically transparent fabric of your panties flipping your mini skirt upwards to look at your cunt better,

“Look at how wet you are puppy… is this all for me?”

She grinned at you as you nodded your head, corners of her mouth lifting up to show her perfectly white teeth. She started rubbing at your clit expertly with her thumb while her other hand bunched your panties in a fist to see your twitching hole,

“P-please wanna cum s-so bad Shoko!”

You whined, hips bucking against her finger as she rubbed faster, slowly easing one finger into your gushing hole as she spread your folds apart,

“So cute, such a good puppy for me hm? Good girl, go ahead, cum for me,”

You shivered against the warm breath on your neck, she bent down to place soft bites on your neck, creating hickies as she went by. Your back arched off the bed as your eyes rolled backwards, mouth open and drooling as the coil in your tummy finally broke and you were gushing around her finger, covering the brunette’s hands in bittersweet cum.

“A-ah! Feels shooooo good shoko!!! ‘m cum-cummmmming!!!!”

She added an extra finger inside your sloppy cunt, scissoring you apart as she helped you ride out your orgasm with amusement dancing on her face,

“Fuck. Such a good puppy for me, doing so good pretty girl come one you can do one more,”

She continued to pepper soft kisses down your neck, stopping when she was met with the fabric of your top and shushing you when she ripped the fabric in a second, exposing your nipples to the cold air,

“Ah-shoko wait! ‘m sensivitivee~ I can’t- ngh!”

You trashed against her hands as she popped a nipple in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the hardening bud and giving soft bites to it as she watched you writhe and gasp for mercy.

She pulled out with a lewd pop and started anchoring her fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you, giving your other breast the same affections while placing harsher bites on the unmarked skin just to watch the indent of her teeth and the blooming of bruises.

You soon started to clench tightly around her, calling out for her in between moans, hands curling around her shoulder to pull her in, lips trailing after hers with the cutest pout trying to hint for a kiss,

“Aww does the poor puppy want a kiss? C’mon you can do better than that, yeah? Ask properly,”

You whined, thrashing your head in petulant circles as you jutted your lower lips out, more tears streaming down your face as you hiccuped and sobbed so cutely,

“P-please shoko w-mmmmn! W-want kiss!!”

She finally obliged, smiling against your lips as she shoved her tongue into your mouth for the second time, sloppily making out with you as drool seeped down your chin. Your head rocked against the plush pillows as she increased her pace, your poor pussy fluttering around her fingers.

“Nngh! Sho ‘m close ‘m so close, please please please wanna cum please let me cum w-wanna cum so bad!”

You pleaded, sobbing against her as you bit into her clothed shoulder in an effort to muffle your ever growing whines. Shoko groaned in response, pulling you closer by your waist as her other hand rolled a nipple around her finger, watching you come undone underneath her figure.

When you finally came with a loud broken moan, she shushed you with her mouth, devouring all your moans, gasps and whines with her skillful tongue,

“Shh puppy, did so well for me huh? Such a pretty puppy did so good for me, you’re so well behaved aren’t you,”

She pulled her fingers from your gushing hole, watching it clench around nothing in the postorgasmic state. Lewdly, she pushed her fingers into your mouth, watching your swirl your tongue and whine around your own taste with a satisfied smirk,

“Wonder who taught you to be so good hmm?”

You preened at her praise, hips twitching as you watched her lean back on her heels, sucking her fingers into her own mouth to taste the combined taste of your saliva and juices,

“So fucking sweet, you’re going to be the death of me puppy,”

You shut your eyes, embarrassed flush crawling up your face as you squirmed under her gaze. She took a clean cloth from the nightstand, leaving you briefly as she washed it with some warm water. She sat down on the bed and pried your legs apart,

“Shh, shh ‘m not gonna touch you Kay? Just need to clean up your pretty mess puppy,”

You whined when the cloth came into contact with your overly sensitive pussy, pulling your hips back in a failed attempt to escape. Shoko was eyeing your tired form, watching the way your eyes drooped down in exhaustion as a hand gripped your hip possessively,

“Go to sleepy pretty girl, I’ll take care of this.”

By the time you woke up, you felt cleaner, she must have wiped your entire body downand changed your clothes. The thought made more heat crawl up your cheeks and you tried to shift in bed, only to find out that you were tightly held against something.

You peeked up through your lashes to see Shoko’s resting figure, another glance at the clock told you it was a little past three in the morning. She groaned when you tried to move, pulling your face closer into the crook of her neck and keeping you there.

For now you were content to be here, a warm body pressed against you, the giddy feeling in your chest and Shokos comforting scent overtaking any of the worrisome thoughts you had. The rest would come for tomorrow.

An: I lwk wanna write more parts with each of the Polaroids so tell me your kinks and any ideas in the comments I wanna do a maid one for sure but idk about the rest… I won’t do bottom! Shoko and I also won’t write for Shoko receiving from reader other than cunnlingus bevaus im not experienced in writing that and also I won’t write scissoring cuz Idk how to write that either anyway I hope you enjoyed freaky lesbos! Heh

I have a huge raging puppy play kink like I do desperately need to be her irl like I dreamt of this and I immediately wrote it because it’s so gooodd

[puppybei]

I Wanna ask, why did you discontinued fragile crown? 😞

Haiii it was just not receiving enough attention and I was going through a really bad time back then so whenever I try to write it now I get reminded of the old times :(( I think if u scroll past my new posts there should be an ending I wrote briefly for it

[puppybei]

Hey just to put out an update♥️

I’m done with the main drafts of all the six men I just have to put it into better to ensure the best quality for everyone who’s reading part two♥️

It is gonna be hurt comfort and I’m not a big fan of leaving the men for new ones I think proper communication and boundaries just need to be put in place for a proper relationship!! That said I will put it into mind what the majority wants and thankyou for all the lovely comments!! It’s very funny reading that yall cried because I used to cry reading hurt/comfort when I was 14 and in the haikyuu fandom.

[puppybei]

Ok I did it everybody act like he was there from the beginning

Also guys please ignore GETOS part… I’ll get to finishing him up soon haha…

[puppybei]

Also guys please ignore GETOS part… I’ll get to finishing him up soon haha…

[puppybei]

https://www.tumblr.com/puppybei/785461700049633280/satoru-gojo

when i read it i thought toji pushed her but she was just backing up😭

Nooo he’d never he’s just cranky and mad at everything and wants to be left alone with his wife but life’s fucking him overrr

[puppybei]

Hi, loved your recent work, any chance they’ll be a part 2. No pressure though. ☺️

Mhm there most likely will be! If yall want anything specific drop it in the comments or inbox and I’ll see if I’m inspired enough to do it!!

[puppybei]

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Toji

Warnings: Insecure reader, hurt/no comfort, they’re being like really mean and they will hurt your feelings so yeah.. not proofread.. Geto will be added later on…

Wc: around 650 for each character (4.3k in total)

Satoru Gojo

You’ve always been kind of loud around the ones you held close to your heart. Even more with Gojo who’d always match your energy tenfold, it filled you with so much joy to be around someone who enjoyed your company as much as you did his.

Gojo’s sitting next to you, arm slung around your shoulders loosely as he nodded at whatever you were talking about. Your voice had become slightly higher in pitch, excitement evident with every word you let out, after all it was Gojo, he’d always be listening to you,

“So then the male lead said-”

Gojo sighed and you paused in between your rambling, tugging at his sleeve softly, like you were the little girl whose father never looked at her till she was begging him for his attention. Your Gojo pulled himself away, flipping out his phone and scrolling with a bored expression,

“You can be so loud sometimes, you know? It’s just crazy how much you can just keep talking”

Oh

You felt a stutter in your chest, your voice quietening down to nothing as you sat stiff next to him. You didn’t know what to do, let alone think. A million thoughts ran around in your head. Gojo thought you were loud, all this time when you thought that he genuinely enjoyed your company and wanted to listen to you. God you felt stupid, after all you’d never really changed from that loud, annoying kid from the fifth grade had you? Always too much, too loud, too talkative, never able to sit a moment still and that’s all you’ll amount to even if decades pass and you're older.

You wondered how long he had kept this information to himself, how many times he must’ve clenched his fist as he let you ramble on like some stupid school girl while internally he hated every word that came out of your mouth. He must’ve spent a thousand tired nights letting you talk about some irrelevant show just so you would be happy. Oh god, you felt like fucking shit, the self depricating thoughts multiplied one after another as you sat next to your boyfriend, feeling more like a burden he was putting up with than his lover with every passing second.

“Uh ‘toru?, I’m gonna go to bed, night baby,”

Your voice was quiet, so very quiet that Gojo barely made out the words that came out of your mouth. He nodded in response, untangling himself from you and letting you pull away from him.

The bed felt cold and you didn’t know if it was the bed or the hollowness of your own chest that made you feel so empty. The tears came shortly after and you felt like your heart was being squeezed, heavy weight on your rib cage as you tried to be as qiuet as humanely possible. The tears that fell on the silk lined pillows grew cold as you tossed and turned in the bed, trying everything the soften the growing pit of unease in your stomach.

By the time Gojo returned to the bed you had pulled the covers over your face, feeling the bed dip with his added weight. You had stopped crying an hour ago, though the pain settled deep in your bones and you felt like a five year old, tearing up by his mere presence. He pulled you onto his side, arm curled around your waist as you felt him snuggle affectionately into your hair. You let him, you dont know why, maybe the pathetic part of you still craved for him when things got too hard for you too handle. After you were sure his breathing had even out you slipped out of bed, entering the guest room without a word.

Suguru Geto

Mornings are always lazy with Suguru, he’ll whine into your neck about how he doesn’t want to leave and wrap his arms around you, jostling you around just for the fun of it. The twins will pad into your room not soon after, jumping onto the bed and annoying you both, till you wake up and made breakfast for them.

The routine is simple, it’s easy and it’s comforting. Suguru cooks breakfast while you slowly make the girls go through their morning routine. He takes a shower and you plate the food and prepare the lunch bentos while the twins sit politely at the dinner table. Finally, the entire family sits together and eats breakfast as Suguru hears about the twins' progress and all the pretend play they did the day before.

An hour later and everyone’s out of the house, bentos placed securely into their bags and chaste kisses placed onto the twins’ cheeks as Suguru pulls you in for a secret one behind their backs. You’ll smile into the kiss and he’ll murmur about how much he’s gonna miss you, acting like pulling away from the kiss was causing him third degree burns.

Today was like every other day, you shut the door behind you with a soft click. The house was enveloped in silence and you smiled to yourself, after the chaos of the morning faded away the house was all yours and it came with the sudden hit of drowsiness. You barely pushed yourself to the couch before promptly passing out, only awakening when the clock hit eleven.

By this time you’d start cleaning up a bit, the empty dishes on the tables, the clothes strewn across the bedroom of the twins and then a few minutes of gardening. You stopped when a flash of black caught your eye, it was Suguru’s lunchbox, something he should have taken with him to the office. He must’ve forgotten it when the twins tackled him to the ground earlier this morning.

You decided you’d bring it to him, he’d be so grateful if you did. So you got ready, a simple outfit and just the basic amount of makeup, you didn’t want his coworkers to think you were a slob.

His office had twenty floors and he was at the very top, a company he ran alongside Gojo. You hummed a tune in the elevator as you slowly ascended up, the receptionist was already aware of who you were, courtesy of Geto never shutting up about you apparently, it brought an embarrassed but giddy smile to your face.

The heavy metal doors finally opened and you were greeted by Geto’s and Gojo’s secretary, Ichiji who Gojo recruited at college, a man you quite honestly felt bad for with how much they were working him to the bone. He waved at you when he saw you, a tired smile on his face as he told you leave the box on his desk because Geto was on a call.

You wanted to peek at your boyfriend while he was working so you hid a giggle as you stood outside his door, stiffening when you heard your name through the small creak of the door,

“She’s not the twins’ mom, she’s doing too much,”

You don’t know how you made it back to the elevator in one peace, your feet carrying you all the way back home as your thoughts swallowed your time. Did Geto not want you to look after them? They’d even called you mom accidentally a few times and you felt like you had developed at the very least some kind of motherly affection for them.

You spent hours with them daily and they adored you, it was evident in the way they called out for you during their nightmares and clutched at your hand when they fell asleep in your arms. You felt oddly cold, like a wave had washed over you and you were still standing in the middle of the ocean waiting for something that was never going to be yours.

How could he think you were doing too much? You made sure to run every decision you made regarding the twins through him and he’d never showcased his displeasure. He probably didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but to know that he was going behind your back and telling others that you weren’t suited made you feel like shit.

You knew that you’ll never be the twins’s mother, you never expected to fill that role, just hoped that maybe Geto would appreciate the work and love you put into raising them. But it was clear to you that he’d never see you as any sort of mother figure to the twins and it hurt you, the twisted feeling in your heart caused you to start crying on the couch, rubbing at your blurry eyes as you tried to calm down.

Kento Nanami

You’ve always sort of been kind of clumsy, constantly bumping into the corners of tables, stubbing your toe, spilling water, burning yourself while trying to cook something. Nanami’s known about this and as a precaution for you (and himself if he’s being completely honest) he’s always taken care of the tasks that leave you a bit more injured than before.

Cooking for the both of you is a task he takes great pride in doing, but Nanami’s been coming home late from work. Exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders and even you can see it with the way his smile barely reaches his eyes. So you decided, for a change you’d cook and this time there wouldn’t be any unfortunate surprises.

The meal was simple, a favourite of Kento’s to welcome him home. A dish his mother used to make that he always held in high regard, singing praises about it to the point that even you would start drooling whenever he would talk about it. But the main thing is not only was it absolutely divine, it’s also his comfort food, one he made for himself and never asked for your help, always brushing you off with a gentle smile, telling you that he’d rather you not hurt yourself for him.

You’re almost half way done with, when you hear the familiar jingle of keys and in the process of rushing to greet your husband, you accidentally stub your toe against the door of the kitchen and in an attempt to keep yourself from falling you grab the marble counter, pushing a glassed dessert off and watching it shatter onto the floor and break into a million pieces.

You heard Kento’s voice before seeing him, he called out your name, immediately concerned for your safety as you sheepishly smiled at him. He stood on the threshold of the kitchen door, still dressed in his formal wear with one shoe haphazardly pulled off in his rush to get to you.

He sighed, dropping the suit blazer from the crook of his elbow as an almost stern expression came across his face,

“You don’t have to- I’ve told you multiple times that I’ll take care of the cooking right sweetheart? Why must you be so stubborn and do this when I’ve never-,”

He rubbed his palms over his face, breathing in deeply as you stood frozen in place, apologies spilling from your mouth as you tried to pick up the broken pieces of glasses,

“No stop! I’ll take care of it. Just please, go inside,”

He pulled you away from the kitchen, hand curled around your upper arm as he shut the kitchen door behind you. You felt like a five year old kid again, standing as still as physically possible so your parents wouldn’t get mad at you for messing something up.

You carefully sat down on the worn down cushions, playing with the ends of your fingernails as a million thought ran its course through your head. You knew it wasn’t his fault, Kento’s just been tired and on edge lately but it still hurt nonetheless, to be treated like you were a child incapable of any basic tasks. You knew Kento didn’t think of you like that but it doesn’t help when you’ve been treated like an overgrown child your entire life by the people around you just because you’re a little bit more clumsy than others.

Kento just wants you to be safe, you know that and yet it hurts, it hurts so much to not be able to do anything for the person you love so much because at the end of the day you’ll just be as incompetent as a child. You didn’t want the day to go like this, you wanted him to be surprised, to appreciate the fact that you could do something for him, take care of him like he did for you but in the end you’ve just burdened him more.

Wet, hot tears make it down the apples of your cheeks and you aggressively wipe them away, feeling like you didn’t deserve to cry, not with the way you’d fucked up everything tonight.

Choso

Choso’s sweet, he’s nice and kind and everything that you should want in a man. He holds doors open for you, pulls your chair back whenever you go to a restaurant, always lets you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk and he’s a gentleman overall. It’s just sometimes he can be really really obtuse.

He says things that can hurt though they only wound someone if they’re also insecure. You let the tiny comments slip by, always making sure to educate him whenever you can because he does mean his best. He's just unaware of how certain phrases can have different connotations or how they can mean something other than the literal meaning that the phrase is intended for.

You’re at a party with your boyfriend, recently you both had decided you wanted to go to gym, partly because you’re scared you’ll be sixty years old with chronic back pain and partly because you’ve been putting off getting into shape for a long time. So you both had been rigorously following a diet, making sure to count your macros and micros and following the diet plans you found online.

This party was the first one in a few months you’d felt free enough to let loose, you’d lost some weight gained some muscle and you felt confident enough to splurge a bit more on food, after all what’s the point of life if you’re just constantly restricting.

Choso came behind you as you scooped up another ladle of pasta, the rest of your mutual friends sat in the living room, lounging around as easy conversion filled up the space.

“Are you sure you really wanna get another serving?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning around to make eye contact with a confused Choso. A pit had already started to form in your stomach, the all too familiar feeling of insecurity and shame. Choso smiled at you when you put the pasta back in its bowl, suddenly hyper aware of the Aircon that left goosebumps on your skin, the party music that thrummed through the house, the feeling of fabric sticking to your skin and the humid air that wafted in through the open windows.

Choso said something else and pulled you with him towards the living room where a dance circle had formed, other couples swaying to the music as singles sat on the couch loudly booing. Choso had his hand on your waist and suddenly you felt sick to your stomach, like everything you had eaten was going to come back up and claw its way out your stomach.

You felt too full, like everyone’s eyes were on you and mocking, making fun of you like they did in high school, pointing out every insecurity for shits and giggles. You shook your head as Choso looked down at you, he didn’t mean it like that he just doesn’t know, but what if he did. What if he meant it with his entire heart.

Choso’s the perfect boyfriend and if you were going to lose him because you lacked some self control, you bit your lip, resting your head on Choso’s head and trying to ground yourself by listening to his heartbeat.

He didn’t mean it like that but the old anxiety started to itch at the seams, begging to be let out, to make you drown in self hatred and misery as it took control of your entire life. To poke and prod at your own skin and point it all out in front of a mirror to make you feel like a stupid teenager.

You pushed away from your boyfriend, disgust pooling in your stomach as you made up some stupid excuse and got into the car, looking out the window as Choso drove you home, worry evident in his face as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Once you reached, you said you wanted some alone time and slept in the guest room, tears falling down and staining the cotton pillowcase as you hugged the comforter around yourself, too far in hatred to want your boyfriends comfort anymore.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji’s quiet when he finally comes home, he’s texted you earlier, unusally curt and just slightly cold. He’d be coming home late, actually he’d been coming home late for the past few days, always stressed and pushing off your worries without a second word. Today, you’d decided that it would change, he’d have to talk to you, it’s been ages since you both had a proper conversation.

“Hi baby, how was work?”

You trailed behind him, watching him shrug off his blood stained jacket and plop it into your arms without a second thought. He merely grunted in response and you furrowed your eyebrows, usually you’d take this as a sign that he didn’t want to talk and back off but you really needed your husband back, you were itching at the seams for some cuddles and at the very least a bit of quality time spent together,

“Are you hungry? I made dinner, or do you wanna rest up first? I switched on the heater if you wanna take a bath,”

He walked into the living room now, ignoring your questions as he sunk down into the couch with a disgruntled sigh, turning his face away from you and burying it into the soft cushions on the couch as you stared at him from above, heart thumping irregularly as anxiety clawed at your skin,

“Toji? Baby-”

Toji’s green eyes snapped open and he shot up from the couch, his face twisting in anger and exhaustion as he cut off your words,

“What is it with you woman! It’s either one thing or the other! Can’t you take a fucking hint!? Always fucking yapping off in my ear like some incessant parrot!”

You don’t really remember when you stopped registering the man’s words, taking a step back as he inched closer and closer into your space until your back hit the wall with a soft thud. The weight of his coat felt heavy in your arms and you swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth out of fear.

You could almost feel your face twitching in fear, every minuscule movement that Toji made was being hyperanalyzed by your brain and at the same time you barely had any control over your emotions, let alone your feelings.

Everything felt methodical, at one point the man brushed past you and slammed the bedroom door shut. The anxiety and fear that was running hot in your veins felt cold, far too sudden and you felt sick, like you were going to throw up. Your mind was chanting at you, trying to bring you back to ground as the tears streamed down your face, crouched down next to the wall as you bit your lip harshly.

Toji had never yelled at you, and the apparent effect he had on you was obvious as you tried not to scratch at your own skin. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, your mind was conjuring up images of the man you love, standing above you with a face you didn’t quite recognize. You shut your eyes close trying not to succumb to your own head.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally laid down in the couch, throw blanket pulled haphazardly over you as you rested your head on the old couch pillows, were you really that needy? That loud? had Toji finally gotten tired of you. As much as you tried to shut the self deprecating thoughts out, they only grew in number.

Sleep had found you well past midnight with red rimmed eyes and a stuffy nose. You shivered in the cold night and hugged your own body asleep in an effort to comfort yourself.

If Toji wanted space, then space you’d give him.

Ryoumen Sukuna

Sukuna has always been rough around the edges, formed by years of neglect by his own parents and then fighting for his rights at a place supposed to be his home. He had it all from the outside but if anyone cared to get to know him then they’d know that deep inside lies a little kid who just needs love. And so he tried to fill the hole in his heart with multiple women, girls who fell for his bad boy look, the ones who wanted a piece of him and lingered afterwards like an old coffee stain.

Then came you, too sweet for his own good. You first met him while working on a project together and Sukuna couldn’t help but be captivated by your charm, your kindness that was even able to break his stone cold heart, and somehow he grew on you.

Soon after you both started dating, your lease came to an end and he proposed you try living together. After all, it had been a year and half since you both started dating and it only seemed normal to move in with each other at this point, you agreed without much resistance and soon you both had moved in together.

The little cracks in your relationship had unknowingly started to show, to put it in the least offensive words, you were kind of a slob. It’s not like you didn’t clean up or look after yourself, it’s just that it took you some time to get it done. Dishes would be in the sink to be done at night and by then the entire kitchen would be spotless. You cleaned your room maybe once a week, considering half of the time you were lounging around in the living room with Sukuna.

The problems started to arise when Sukuna was forced to work from home after a nasty fall and a fracture. That’s when he started to notice your habits, he’s start tch-ing at you whenever you left something dirty lying around, cursing loudly when he’d try to get a cup of coffee just to find all the dirty cups in the sink. You’d offer to clean a cup up for him but he’d just push you away and do it himself.

It was day ten on his house arrest that the words slipped out as you were picking up a few clothes when Sukuna unfortunately tripped on them, catching himself on a table,

“She never fucking did this shit…”

It was a mumble, barely meant to be heard by you. Unfortunately for him you did, and unfortunately for yourself, once you started spiraling there really was no end to it. Later that day, after making the house was as clean as it could physically be, you were left alone with yours thoughts.

Usually for you, doing something productive and listening to music would be enough of a distraction to keep the voice in your head quiet, but there was literally nothing you could do and Sukuna was too busy with his back to back meetings for you to annoy him. You’re not sure how you’d even face him after the comment he made earlier.

A second later and you were scrolling through his instagram page, the women he dated in the past always tagged him, making it a point to show him off like some hard earned trophy they won. The last woman who’d tagged him was his ex, the longest one of six months and they had even moved in together.

You mindlessly scrolled through her page, she was pretty- like instagram model pretty. She had an immense amount of following and when you scrolled down enough you could see posts where she plastered all over Sukuna and suddenly all you could feel was the tightness of your chest that shook your entire body.

One rabbit hole led to another and suddenly you were scrolling through all of Sukuna’s exes, the tears fell with every swipe, your vision was blotchy and nose red. Your throat felt uncomfortable but you really couldn’t help but compare yourself, and with every passing minute you started to loathe yourself a bit more.

How could Sukuna not get tired staying with you, a disgusting mess at home who didn’t even try to impress him a bit. You felt like a failure, wondering why Sukuna would even choose you over the girls that he usually went for, chewing your lip and picking at the skin of your fingernails as you shut your eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

You stirred awake when you felt warm air tickle your ear, Sukuna had joined you in bed, tucking his head in between your shoulder and head as he drifted of to sleep. You could feel all your imperfections hit you like a train, could your boyfriend really even stand to be in the same bed as you? Were you even worthy of him considering he had girls lined up to date him after you were gone. You couldn’t do anything but stay stiffened up on the bed as he slept peacefully, unaware of your inner turmoil as you tried calm yourself.

A/n: Ignore Sukuna’s being like 200 words longer than everyone else’s I have a huge soft spot for him sorry for all the mistakes if yall could point it out I’d appreciate it thanks good night

[puppybei]

Haiii angst with the 3/6 jjk boys coming out soon maybe tn maybe three days later depends on how im feeling lol anyways haven’t made a post in a while but I thought yall should know lol

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Smth I made while thinking of writing angst♥️

There’s an easy routine you and he follow after he comes home. The minute he steps into the house, he’s supposed to leave all the frustration that builds up within him at the office and let himself be hugged by you, to him it feels like he’s washed away the day’s sins, like an angel from above has wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him to heaven itself. He hugs you for a good two minutes, breathing in your scent and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You’ll play with the hair on the back of his nape, fingers skimming through the cropped hair and softly asking him how his day was. His response is always the same, a quiet grunt as he swoops you up in his arms and walks into the dining room, your legs dangling beneath him as he relishes in the sound of your giggles.

He’ll set you down on the table, finally untangling himself from you as he places a peck on your lip, a large hand cradling your cheek as you smile into the kiss. He hums as he pulls away, walking behind you into the kitchen and getting the plates as you carry out whatever you had cooked for him, walking right behind you as you set them down on the table and he sits next to you, thighs touching yours as he watches you speak with an almost deadpan expression, only interrupting you to ask questions.

He takes a bath once you both finish dinner, leaving you to clean the dishes. Once he’s done he'll join you, wiping down the plates as he talks about his own day. The annoying coworker who keeps on trying to sabotage him, the rude woman who complained to hr after he pushed her off for trying to hit on him, the office couple that broke up and now the tensions in the office are strung high, the old receptionist lady who asked him about you.

After the dishes are done he’ll sit down with you on the sofa, rubbing your feet with his overly warm hands as you snuggle into his side, your favourite show will play in the background and he’ll let you annoy him with your commentary every now and then, enjoying the press of your body into his. Once he notices you get sleepy, he’ll swoop you into his arms, scoffing when you tell him to put you down and slap his chest- he never puts you down, you always have the same exchange, every night.

He’ll put you to bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close to him, he makes sure to hear your breathing even out, he’ll brush your cheek with the back of his palm and place a few kisses on your face. He knows you're awake, can feel it in the way your toes flex under the blanket for a millisecond- he notices everything, he pretends he doesn’t and then finally he’ll fall asleep, with you tucked right next to him, like it’s your place.

Jjk: Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Bnha: Bakugo, Dabi, Todoroki

+any of your favs

[puppybei]

Rip fragile crowns :(

Again I’m so sorry I couldn’t complete it :(((

Here’s the route it was supposed to take

[puppybei]

Fragile Crowns

Pairing: Duke of the North!Nanami x Isekaid! Reader

Genre: Romance, Historical and Fantasy

Summary: A tired overworked employee is what you are one night and the next you’re the hated villainess from your favourite historical romance. However shall you escape death from the hands of your supposed beloved, the former prince turned Duke, Nanami Kento

Warnings/Tags: : Kissing, Making out, groping, jealousy, Nanami says something mean like once

Wc: 686

DISCONTINUED

(Series Masterlist)

Nanami is a man with morals, always has been- no questions. So why he feels those same morals break down when he sees you across the ballroom- accepting a dance from another man- is a question he’d like the answer to himself.

He politely excuses himself from the conversation he was having with a up and coming business man, Geto Suguru, tight lipped smile as he eats the distance between you both is a few quick strides.

“Duchess, May I take you away for a quick minute?,”

You look at him, baffled almost before a practiced smile comes over your features.

“Yes, ofcourse. Apologies Count, it seems my husband needs me right now,”

You bow to the Count who had asked for your hand in dance, hand placed on your chest as you offered him your apologies. Nanami had gripped your upper arm, long fingers delicately wrapping around the muscle as you followed him.

“Duke Nanami? What happened?”

He had led you into a corridor, far from the prying eyes of the nobility and far away from the man who tried to steal you away,

“Are you going to marry him after me?”

His voice comes out harsh, cutting even and you feel your heart ache in your chest. You turn your head away from his gaze, feeling your face flush in embarssment,

“He asked me for a dance, it is merely courteous of me to accept. Is that not what you wanted-“

Nanami’s jaw ticks and you raise your head back to look at him, watching his eyes trail down your face, pause for a second at your lips before leaning in,

“You don’t know what I want.”

You breath hitches in your throat as he leaned in closer, both your breaths mingling together as you stared at his lips. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed the saliva looking in his mouth.

“Nanami…”

You whispered his name like it would stop hip, a plea- but were you begging for him to stop or were you asking him to take you as you are.

“Kento, call me Kento Duchess,”

You took a step back as his arm curled around your waist, the other one cupping your face as he pulled you in closer,

“Say the word and I’ll stop right now.”

You bit your lower lip, looking at him through your lashes,

“Kento..”

Nanami had his lips against yours in a second, biting down on your lower lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth without a second thought.

He swallowed you gasps and whimpers, groaning into your mouth when he felt you pull at the his blonde hair,

“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me,”

He breathed against your lips, pulling you back in for an even more impossibly heated kiss. His chest was pressed against yours, his lips were smeared with your own lipstick. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown wide with lust.

He can’t remember for how long he’d kept himself in check, how many time he dug his nails into the skin of his palm to stop himself from touching you- tasting you. Every time you smiled at him, shiny lips stretched wide to show your teeth, he thought of you debauched under him. On your knees, and cradling your cheek in his calloused hand, your teary eyes looking up at him like he could save you from his own desires.

His hand was currently resting on your ribs, inching closer to your chest as he groped and fondled them through the fabric of your dress, thumbing the spot where your nipple was,

“K-Ken-”

You pulled away from him for a second, wiping the mixture of saliva and lipstick from your mouth as you both heavily panted, taking in mouthfuls of air into your lungs.

“W-we can’t do this here..,”

You mumbled, words barely making it out of your mouth before Nanami groaned, tipping his head forward and resting his forehead on the exposed flesh of your shoulders. His grip on you tightened, stopping himself from tearing your dress off with a deep groan.

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Authors Note: Sorry to everyone who wanted to know how this series went… unfortunately I do not have any motivation to write this anymore other than this small snippet which was supposed to come in the later later chapters, but enjoy this as I abandon this beauty…

If anyone wants to know how this story was suppose to go pls uh ask anon and ill reply sorry again for dissapointing yall ☹️

[puppybei]

Fragile Crowns

Chapter 2 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing : Duke of the North! Nanami x isekaid!reader

Genre : Romance, Historical and Fantasy

Summary : A tired overworked employee is what you are one night and the next you’re the hated villainess from your favourite historical romance. However shall you escape death from the hands of your supposed beloved, the former prince turned Duke, Nanami Kento

Warnings/Tags: : Slow burn asf, more lore drop, no nanamin this chapter :(

Wc : 1.5k

DISCONTINUED

Previous

A week had passed after the dinner. You sat on the extravagant vanity in your room, Lily hovering over you as she tried to peek at what you were writing. Lucky for you, this world’s language was different from your own, so whatever you scribbled just looked like random scribbles on a piece of paper.

Plan A - Avoid Marrying Nanami Kento

Plan B- Avoid Nanami Kento at all costs in your marriage.

You sighed, putting down the feather pen as the ink created little splotches of black on your desk, Lily immediately took a washcloth and wiped it. You could get used to being babied after, what you couldn’t get used to was the lack of privacy that came with being a Count’s daughter.

Hell! Guards were posted outside your room and the windows, proving it very difficult for you to try and make a sudden escape. There were a bunch of documents all around you, the series of events that took place from present to your death and even after that considering the story didn’t end after you passed away, after all you were just a cog in the machine to keep things going.

For now your main concern was how to get Nanami to break off your engagement before it took place. According to Lily, there were rumours that Nanami was looking for a wife that wasn’t super influcnecial nor did he want kids, well considering the fact that your parents agreed immediately when they saw that he was a Duke, you couldn’t blame Nanami for not searching harder.

Had he not heard of the rumours surrounding you? Horrible villainous tales of cruelty and viciousness. Exaggerated of course, but some were well deserved by the original body.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you rested your head on your forearms, blinking at the four poster bed in the corner of the room. You had asked Lily to change the hot pink room into something more mellow, more suited to your tastes and the staff had got it done in under a day.

You didn’t have time to be dilly-dallying with your new life, not if you wanted to make it back to your original world. Ah, yes you had forgotten about that for a second- you had to go out and visit the black market and ‘witches’ if you wanted any chance or hope of getting back home safely.

So, you found yourself on the footsteps of a magical shop, one where they sold magical weapons and stones alike, powerful artifacts that could blow a persons head over with just the flick of your fingers.

You weren’t allowed to leave the manor unsupervised or even alone for that matter, so Lily along with two knights accompanied you in your trip.

The original villainess hardly ever left her room other than to wreck chaos and attend parties that were forced upon her. The main reason for that being the complicated process of leaving the house. Apparently, it was not as simple as making up your mind and leaving the house.

As the Counts’ daughter, you had to first ask for permission from your step mother and then get it officially signed off by your father. Not only did you have to listen to that horrible woman’s ranting about every fault she could find writhing you and making cruel remarks about the state you were in, you also had to pretend the man who sat in front of you, separated by a wooden desk was your father and not just a random stranger you met .

The wooden handle of the door felt smooth under your touch, almost familiarly nostalgic in a weird way. You pushed it open to immediately be hit with the scent or herbs, sour and putrid, smoke filled the room, casting it in a blurry haze. You wheezed twice and Lily brought a handkerchief to your face, you covered your mouth and nose with it.

Squinting through the haze and parting through the fragile and old looking artifacts you finally made it to the counter, violet coloured curtain hiding what was behind the wooden table. A woman emerged through the curtain, offering you a glimpse of what was hidden behind. An array of stones and books strewn across a small coffee table, one more blink and your view was obstructed by the woman.

She was not much taller than you, mousy brown hair that was cut short to her neck, uncommon for the era you were currently living in. What was most intriguing about her was her deep red eyes, almost blood esque with her pupils basically swimming in them. She was wearing a long sleeved tight fitting lace dress, once again- uncommon for the current era.

“I was expecting you,”

She smiled, reaching her hand out to shake yours, purple stained lips opening into a tooth smile. Her canines were unaturally sharp, scarily so.

“Oh- uh.. It’s nice to meet you too..?”

You sounded unsure of yourself, who was the woman before you and how did she know that you would visit her.

“Come, let’s go to the back- and leave your maid and guard here. I don’t think they’ll like to hear the truth of your,”

Her voice trailed off, leaning over the counter and whispering into your ear about the country you were born on- but back on earth. Your spine straightened up, shivers running down it as you ordered Lily and the guard to stay, immediately following the strange woman through the door.

She led you to the coffee table and you took a seat, looking around at the more oddly decorated room in fascination.

“It’s been a while since your soul has come,”

She set down a cup of tea for you, watching you with cat like eyes as you took just the tiniest sip, a Cheshire Cat grin greeting you over the rim of the cup,

“How much do you know..?”

You set down the tea cup, thrumming your fingers against the ceramic glass as you watched her sip her own cup with less suspicion.

“I cannot tell you much, but you wish to go back yes?”

You nodded your head, Ofcourse you wanted to get out of this weird hell hole you found yourself in, no matter how tempting letting yourself be pampered and looked after sounded like. She set down her cup, flicking her finger and you watched with curiosity as the tea basically poured into the cup from thin air,

“Your soul… the goddess made a mistake in short,”

You raised an eyebrow,

“What do you mean, what nonsense are you spouting?”

She laughed, the sound striking your ears in an awful way. She was loud yet almost screechy, like a crow.

“All I can say for now is you are where you belong. Stop fretting and what you want to know shall naturally come to you,”

With that and another flick of her fingers, you were behind the counter again. Lily stood up from where she was crouching on the floor,

“My Lady! Are you okay? Did the weird woman do anything to you?”

You let Lily fret over you, Evory- the witch was waving behind the curtains at you.

How did you know her name what-

Your head felt dizzy, light almost and you clutched it, wincing in pain as you asked Lily to take you back to the Manor.

A few weeks had passed since you visited the witch and you felt like you were slowly rotting away in your room, it wasn’t the ball season yet so that meant you had no social interaction other than Lily and your family. Your brothers stayed out of your way for the most part, shooting you condescending looks whenever you did cross paths with them.

The only thing that was keeping you from going insane was your powers. Though the original villainess barely had any, after tripping in the garden one day you found that you could heal yourself. The wound which was red and splotchy had fully healed itself, a bright white light covering the skin on your shin and the pain disappeared in a flash.

Ofcourse you didn’t bother telling any of your family members,your stepmother had removed all traces of your birth mother and your father was always out in business. You doubted the current Lady of the Manor would use this information for anything other than her advantage- or worse sell you off to another man.

You shortly considered becoming a member of the church, or atleast working in a hospital like your mother and the women of your family had previously done. Unfortunately, the matriarchs of the family usually had to send a recommendation letter as well as train you personally under their care- both of which were impossible for you since your mother had passed.

There really was no option for you other than to get married for now and that too to a man who was going to end your life. The engagement was set to the first week of the balls, merely two weeks away. Since Nanami was a Duke as well as a former Prince, his engagement would be announced to the entire courts. No doubt a power play marrying him to the infamous Tyrannical Princess- apparently something the original Villainess was known by.

You could do nothing but wallow in your misery as you try to come up with plans to avoid both the heroine and your death flags.

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Authors Note: Hiii I hope everyone’s safe!!! Moving onnn there’s going to be a lot of time skips and even more sweet romances from next chapter hehe, so look out for it!!

[puppybei]

I’m so sorry there is a literal nuclear weapon all out going on in my country and I am so fucking worried, I don’t know if I’ll be able to post an update about the Nanami fic, (I live overseas but still) but please I beg you all the spread information and do not please do not misinform unless you get it from a trusted source, both countries deal with heavy censorship as well as extreme religious views, there is no right or wrong, do not compare this situation to Israel and Palestine and please please pray for the border states. My heart goes out to all the Kashmiris who have suffered for so long and I only wish for you to become independent. I pray for the innocent lives of both Pakistan and India. I hope the government realized what a horrible mistake they’re making and stop immediately. Please pray for us.

[puppybei]

Can yall tell my dialogues suck? I hate writing dialogues with a burning passion sigh

[puppybei]

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

[puppybei]

Fragile Crowns

Chapter 1 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Duke of the North! Nanami x isekaid!reader

Genre: Romance, Historical and Fantasy

Summary: A tired overworked employee is what you are one night and the next you’re the hated villainess from your favourite historical romance. However shall you escape death from the hands of your supposed beloved, the former prince turned Duke, Nanami Kento

Warnings/Tags: Though the mirror image shows the villainess assume your body and the vilaness’ body as well as your names to be the same. Reader is described to be 20, hugely incorrect depiction of history. Very very common isekai plots.

Wc: 1.5k

Previous

You feel your head thrum in pain before anything, blinking awake and feeling oddly like you were floating on clouds. When you finally rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked around, you realized that you were infact not in your one room studio apartment anymore.

Plush pink covers and about a million pillows took up every centimeter of space around you, a huge crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling, furniture with intricate details and a stupendous amount of hot pink on the detailed walls. You tried swinging your legs over the bed, only for your toes to be met with cold air and not solid ground, you freaked- how could you not, were you kidnapped? Was this some kind of sick historical roleplay, had you finally collapsed from all the stress and gone crazy.

You looked down at your own body, you were dressed in a frilly nightgown, the hem reaching just below your ankles, your body looked quite the same, you rubbed at your temples- this must be a dream, yeah no way were you actually here and so you tried pinching yourself, only for sharp pain to jolt through your body, making you hold your head in your hands.

Suddenly a girl dressed in a maids costume entered the room, in her hands a tray containing a cloth and a bowl with you presumed to be warm water, she gasped on seeing that you were awake, throwing the tray down on the floor and making you wince,

“M-my Lady! You-you’re awake!”

She immediately kneeled, small body quivering in fear and anticipation as you blankly stared at her. You shook your head, no way this was real- but the colour of the maids hair, the costume that looked a bit too real to be a costume, the elaborate decorations on the wall- no way.

You scrambled up from the bed, taking quick strides to the closest mirror and almost fainting from the shock, fuck you had turned into the Vilainess from that stupid Historical Romance.

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By the time you came to terms with who you were and where you were, the maid was massaging scented oils into your hair as you sat in the bathtub, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. She was also blabbering off to you, which quite honestly was starting to irk you a bit, political jargon was flying over your head as she updated you on the latest news of the empire. Apparently some stupid prince had fallen from the fight to succession and instead became a Duke in the middle of god knows where.

“Oh and also the Count and Countess expect you to be downstairs immediately, I couldn’t inform you but your brothers have returned from their academies,”

You sighed, barely nodding in response with a jerk of your head as the maid nervously continued,

“M-my Lady?”

You blinked open your eyes, honestly you felt pity for the poor thing, how much had the original villainess tortured her for her to be reduced to a quivering, stuttering mess whenever she asked for your attention.

“Yes?”

“You have to get ready n-now, can I w-wash you off?”

You bit your lip, the last thing you wanted to do was normalize being seen in stark nakedness by your maids, but if you refused then it would just make suspicions arise and according to Lily, there were already rumours going around that you weren’t acting normally since you hadn’t had a tantrum within the first five hours of you being awake.

Lily told you that you had been asleep for two days, something which was very normal, in fact when you asked her, she looked at you like you were in the wrong. Apparently, and this was not mentioned in the book, the villainess was often sick and would recuperate in bed for a few days on end, what was weird was your apparent memory loss about these things.

She was fitting you into a tight corset as you heaved for air, the heights women go for beauty. Afterwards Lily dabbed some light makeup on you using modern makeup utensils, you almost gasped out in shock, was the original authors’ story building and historical accuracy so bad.

By the time your hair and makeup was done, you finally stepped out of your room, marveling in site at the seemingly never ending corridors and gold furnished paintings. The spiraling stairs were marble and opened into the ground floor, right next to the main entrance.

Your heels dug into your ankles once you reached the bottom stairs, Lily in front of you guiding you into the dining hall and where the rest of ‘your’ family sat.

From the get-go itself you could tell that your brothers were not blood related to you, for one they looked completely different from you and your father but instead bore a striking resemblance to your stepmother.

And she was a beauty to behold, sharp jawline, angular cheeks, lips a fiery shade of red, eyes almost cat like with the way she glowered at you, long dark red hair that was pulled into a bun with a multitude of accessories and pale vampiry skin.

“Seems like our precious daughter has decided to join us for dinner,”

You smiled in response, your body automatically bowing to her in greeting. A sigh of relief left your mouth, you were grateful that atleast the body you had was working on muscle memory, mouth moving without you even noticing,

“It is a pleasure to see you again too Countess,”

The woman looked taken aback for a second, everyone paused in their movements to turn to look at you in shock. Fuck you had messed up again, the original daughter would have cursed at and threw a fit at seeing her vicious step-mother, and here you were messing up her entire story. Well, considering the fact that you’re the new owner of this body, might as well avoid your death flag as much as possible.

You took your seat opposite to your step-siblings and father, table manners drilled into the body you were habiting from a young age. The men started talking about the Count’s new business, a venture in artifacts containing magical abilities.

Yes, this world was one where people used magic, the main four families were the strongest. The Dukedom of Gojo were the Empire’s Knights, The Dukedom of Kamo came next, their families produced dark magicians, rumored to be under the Emperor’s special task force. The Dukedom of the East, the Zenins were the oldest, dating back to when the Empire wasn’t even established, they too produced strong mages, though a large part of the Empires chancellors were Zenins and last but not least was the abandoned Dukedom of the North, that was until Nanami Kento was given the position, they were tasked with protecting the empire from magical beasts.

The Empire was recently established, the old Crown was infamous for their abuse of power and taxed the commoners with hefty fines. They did not allow commoners with magic to attend the academy or pursue a career in magic. The tyrannical Emperor went as far as to secretly get rid of the peasants who did show signs of magical ability.

So the four Dukedoms came together, with the previous Duke of the North, Ryoumen Sukuna leading the coup. The old Crown fell and Ryoumen Sukuna was unanimously named as the new Emperor. Unfortunately there was still some unrest in the kingdom due to the previous king’s third son, Nanami Kento who had actively participated in the coup.

So, three years after Ryoumen Sukuna was made Emperor and the Empire started to flourish under his care, Nanami Kento left the palace walls out of his own accord and the Emperor granted him the title of Duke of the North.

That reminded you, even thought the four Dukedoms hold the most magical power, all the noble families have their own supernatural abilities. Your family, well excluding your step-family all had healing powers. In fact your ancestor was said to be a commoner who rose to the title of saintess through her healing abilities and earned a Noble title. Eventually though, her power had dwindled until your mother was only capable of healing small wounds and to this day you hadn’t showed any signs of your powers awakening.

You were brewing in your own thoughts as your brothers were talking about their expeditions and their achievements in the military, you almost wanted to roll your eyes and you cut into your food, how could a group of people be so condescending and boring at the same time. That’s when your stepmother suddenly spoke up,

“Ah we have an announcement to make,”

You looked up, glancing towards your father who proudly smiled at you,

“We have finally found you a suitor, the newly appointed Duke of the North, Nanami Kento has agreed to wed you,”

Fuck. Well there goes plan A.

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Authors Note : lwk I wanted to hit a quota of 2.5k per chapter but I don’t think that possible until the drama starts sighhhhh anyways I hope you guys liked this massive lore drop before the real story starts, there’s going to be a lot of time skips and I’d like you all to remember the main focus of this story is romance and not plot hehe. Alsoooo proofread like once by me so ignore any mistakes (mention them in the comment section and I’ll change it sigh) I might venture into smut territory for this one thooo soo look out hehe but most likely last chapter cuz I’m a pussy (and a virgin)