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yuphoric · 9 months

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STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ❥ yuuta okkotsu (m) | part 1

➵ summary: Yuuta Okkotsu is head over heels (read: pathetically) in love with a girl who wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. When the opportunity to call her “his” arrives on a silver platter—that is, when she loses all her memories—without thinking, he grabs the opportunity to claim himself as her husband.

➵ pairing: obsessive stalker!yuuta okkotsu x f!reader ➵ word count: 1,163 ➵ warnings: MINORS DNI – stalking & obsession (for future drabbles? chapters? smut)

author’s note: ALL LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! <3 inspired by the 1D fanfic i read 9 years ago (“illegally yours” by _DaniMoon_)… ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS……….. the yuuta brainrot was just sooo... bad i wrote all of this in one sitting SCREAMINGGGG

Yuuta Okkotsu is a well-calculated man; he’s a “mastermind” as Taylor Swift would say. He’s smart, and he’s careful. He’s everything but stupid.

However, when it comes to you, he becomes stupid. Stupidly in love. All thoughts of intellect trashed at the deepest corner of his mind, all reasons of rationality ignored. Even back in high school, he’d admire you from afar—too insecure to even place himself in your world. He never deemed his world worthy to accommodate you; you who he defines as perfection, you who shines brighter than any of the constellations combined.

When this seemingly perfect chance to have you, to love you, falls beneath his feet; he takes it—he grabs it.

His day started like his usual routine. He greeted the kind barista named ‘Yuuji’ behind the counter and bought his usual coffee order from the small café he frequents at. He sat at the plush chair (technically, could be labeled as his own by how much his ass sat on it) near the window, catching sight of the beautiful morning scenery—

You.

You, at exactly eight in the morning, arrive with the usual twinkle in your eye. Yuuta falls in love more every day with the sight of perfection. In these typical mornings, you always carry a digital camera, taking pictures of your usual subjects; like the shop’s designs that change weekly (Last week, he recalled it was designed with cute little balloons to celebrate the owner’s birthday), the baristas which have become your friends, and the pastries layed out inside the glass display. He always wondered when he could be the subject of your pictures.

Once Yuuta hears the soft jingle of the shop’s bells, you dash over the counter and greet Yuuji. If someone would ask Yuuta what you usually order, he could easily recite it: “One sea salt latte and a banana muffin, please.” On days you feel like ‘experimenting,’ he knows that you would instead order a double shot of espresso and a puff pastry.

While he tries to not seem obvious stalking—admiring—you, he couldn’t help himself to let his eyes wander on your body. Especially when today, you wore the pink miniskirt he loved seeing on you, how it perfectly hugs your waist down to your thighs. After you pay, you walk to your designated seat: the one near the counter, just beneath the air conditioner. He shakes his head, turning back to his table; his hand grasping the ballpoint pen he brought to messily sketch the you of today on his journal. His ordered drink is neglected at the side, his focus on your sketch and his view of you by the corner of his eye.

Today seems like any other day.

Until it wasn’t.

The bells ring once again at the entry of another man with dark hair bunched in a top knot. Yuuta watches as your eyes light up at the sight of this man, and he could swear he feels his stomach lurch. Who is this man and why is she so happy to see him? The grip Yuuta had on his pen tightened, similar to the feeling of his vulnerable heart. Do you have a boyfriend he never knew of?

For the next couple of minutes, he watches the sequence of events play out. First, Yuuji delivers a tray of two different drinks and two different pastries on your shared table. Second, the sweet conversation you introduced to this ‘top knot’ (read: ‘top one asshole,’ as Yuuta conjured in his head) seemingly turned sour instantaneously. Then currently, Yuuta watches the back and forth of free flowing arguments between the two of you.

How dare this man hurt you?

Someone as perfect as you?

The chatter in the shop couldn’t mask the heated conversation you shared with the man across your seat. Yuuta desperately wanted to intervene; to say something, to wipe the leaking tears away from your face—but he stayed still. He remains unmoved. What else could he do, anyway? He watches as your emotions get the best of you; your face displaying emotions of frustration and anguish. Yuuta vowed to himself not to make you feel the way you do right now because of the asshole you were with, to not see these expressions on your pretty face.

You stand up, and Yuuta hears the loud screech your chair evokes as you trudge your way out. The ‘top one asshole’ remains seated, his back turned against Yuuta. With no other thought passing through his head but you, he follows your lead outside the shop. His coffee remains untouched, pen now bashed in his jean’s pockets and his journal pinched between his fingers.

He, himself, couldn’t calculate his next few actions.

Yuuta follows the blue sedan car you drive; he strikes closely behind you, not too near, but not too far either. His eyes zero in your form, maintaining the pace of his motorcycle. He hopes you don’t notice him following him for the past couple of minutes already; of course, he just wanted to ensure that you were safe—that you were okay. He was just worried, that’s all.

After the three alternating turns and the two highways you drove, the road the two were driving at started to get steeper. The cars and other transportation devices started to lessen and lessen. Yuuta feels the sweat start to drip down his neck, the helmet he wears starts to loosen, while he continues to push down all the weight of his body on his seat to control himself. He sees your car get faster than a lightning speed, your car evoking a loud screeching sound.

What the actual fuck were you trying to do?

You seemed frantic, displayed through your driving. In a matter of seconds, you started to lose control of your car. Yuuta watches your car fishtail like a wild animal, spinning repeatedly until you hit a light post.

He feels the adrenaline rush through his veins, as he pushes his motorcycle behind you. The exhilaration overcame his body’s fatigue from the extensive, one-sided pursuit. The reverberation of the screeching continued to pierce the tranquility of the road, resonating in the middle of almost nowhere. Yuuta feels his heart race, but not because he's in love with you; rather, it’s because he worries you got seriously hurt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yuuta mutters to himself as he sees dust erupt from your car’s tires, casting a cloud that obscured his view of you. He catches up to your swerved car, him haphazardly pushing down on his rear brake pedal. “What the fuck happened?”

He cautiously approached your car, his heart stuttering against his ribs. Yuuta peers through your car’s cracked window, only to see head laid on your headrest with your eyes closed. His gut wrenches at the sight of the blood seeping through the wound on your forehead; fortunately, the cut wasn’t too big, but it was deep.

What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

a/n: will post other parts to this!! planning to make this multichaptered?? I JUST LOVE YUTAAAAAA.....the brainrot is so bad imnfdndsbhjhbascdhjdajchhjajksjkjsdkdnwkejkdjw pls lmk what u think <33

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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・❥・ A life that’s so carefree | Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker JK, stalking descriptions.Sex, descriptions of sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

CONTINUATION OF: trapped hearts

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.

Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.

"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.

Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.

Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?

“Jungkook..”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.

He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.

He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.

He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.

You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”

You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”

His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”

“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”

“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”

“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”

He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”

It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.

“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.

You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.

“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”

He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.

“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”

You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”

He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”

You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.

“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”

“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”

“That’s not funny” you chuckled.

He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”

“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”

He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.

“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”

You scoffed, “as if”.

He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.

His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.

He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”

He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”

He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”

You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.

His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.

“Fuck kook,”

“Shit”

Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.

You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”

You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.

a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).

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xcherryerim · 6 months

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Strange Fascination

Part two: The Shadow Under the Bed

part one

Stalker Mike x gn!reader

“And your dreams, Won't you say that in there I'm yours and keep you safe? Say you're mine. I'll always be there.” — Monster Under the Bed by Emily Mei

Notes: I would recommend reading the first part, as it explains Mike’s obsession and stalking behavior, but in summary, After not seeing you to pick up your brother he panics and goes around the area where you live to see the reason of your absence. At night, he decides to break into your place.

Also idk if it’s obvious but Mike is too high and sleepy that he thinks he’s having a sex/wet dream but he isn’t. If you wanna skip to the smut part look for the “❥”

"Not feeling like going to school today, bud?" You asked gently, settling onto Gregory's bed. Placing your hand on his forehead, you winced at the heat radiating from his skin. Sickness was a rarity in your family, making it all the more frightening when it struck.

He shook his head weakly, a small cough escaping him. His pale face was marred with beads of sweat, his eyes brimming with pain, looking like a Victorian man on his deathbed.

…

Despite your brother's reluctance to eat, you managed to coax him into trying a few bites of his favorite meal - mac and cheese. The comforting aroma filled the room, mingling with the laughter from the TV as you played his favorite show, South Park.

You chose the most lighthearted episodes, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. The colorful animation flickered across the screen, punctuated by the show's signature humor. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"Can we get pizza later?" Gregory pleaded, those puppy dog eyes working their magic. You rolled your eyes. Sometimes, it was impossible not to cave in.

"You're pushing it," you responded, but even as you spoke, you knew you were losing the battle. His eyes held a pleading look, a silent promise that maybe, just maybe, he would start feeling better soon.

"Please," he begged, and there it was - that hint of vulnerability that got you every time. You exhale, relenting.

"Fine, for dinner, we can get pizza."

Gregory's face broke into a grin, the first genuine smile you'd seen today. Relief washed over you, knowing that you'd made him happy, even in this small way.

As you sat next to your brother, watching him slowly pick at his food, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. You remembered how it felt to be sick, how even the simplest tasks seemed impossible. But you also remembered how comforting it was to have someone there for you, offering support and understanding.

So, you continued to sit with him, occasionally laughing at the absurdity unfolding on the screen. And as the hours passed, you hoped that your presence, along with the familiarity of his favorite things, would help him feel just a little bit better.

….

After tucking Gregory in, you wished him a good night, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you.

❥ Despite everything, tonight had been a relatively normal evening. Yet, as you settled into bed, your exhaustion refused to cooperate. Sleep evaded you, a cruel tease dancing just beyond reach.

Frustrated, you stood up, making your way to the medicine cabinet. Melatonin pills, their potential untapped. With a sigh, you popped a few, waiting impatiently for the promised drowsiness, To no avail.

Instead, you found yourself pouring a generous portion of liquid sleeping aid down your throat, mimicking the carefree college days of the past.

“This is ridiculous,” you thought, tossing and turning under your covers.

However, the combination of pills and syrup began to take effect, lulling you into slumber. But as the night wore on, you found yourself awake once more. Tired of fighting, you clicked on the lamp beside your bed, casting a warm glow across the room.

Walking to the window, you gazed upon the waning crescent moon hanging low in the sky. Something was comforting about its steady presence, a constant among the chaos of life. A yawn escaped you, and with it, a realization. Perhaps your sleeplessness stemmed from worry. Worrying about Gregory, about the future, about everything in between.

With a deep breath, you decided to address the root of your restlessness. Stepping out of your room, you headed towards the kitchen, determined to make yourself a calming cup of tea.

Once you returned, clutching the steaming cup of tea, you paused near the window. In your haste, the cup tilted slightly, spilling hot liquid onto your leg. A sharp yelp, almost a full-on scream escaped your lips, but you stifled it immediately, not wanting to disturb Gregory.

At the sudden scream, Mike’s panic gnawed at his insides, threatening to consume him whole. He had pushed his luck too far, he thought. Invading personal space without consideration. Now, he waited, trembling and exposed, anticipating the inevitable confrontation.

Hot tendrils of pain radiated from the spot, but you forced yourself to focus on your breath. Slow, deep inhales and exhales carried you through the discomfort, easing the sting. Soon enough, the heat subsided, leaving behind a dull ache.

When you achieved a semblance of peace, you pulled out your sage green journal. Flipping to a blank page. Chronicles of your day poured onto the paper, each sentence capturing the highs and lows of your day. It was therapeutic, a way to process the chaos of life.

And then, there it was - mention of Mike. Your words were casual, almost carefree. “I didn't get to see Mike today though, hopefully, I can tomorrow.” You mumbled just two sentences, but they carried weight. You remembered his name, and you wanted to see him again.

Underneath the bed, Mike's body stiffened. How had you retained his name after such brief encounters? The thought filled him with equal parts pride and embarrassment. You, who knew him so little, desired more interaction. This revelation shook him to his core, Was he just a stranger in your eyes, or did you hold a place for him in your heart?

"Mike, Mike, Mike." Your voice was soft, laced with a mix of exhaustion and longing. As you reached for the nightstand, your hands quivered with anticipation. Mike watched from his hiding place, his heart pounding in his chest.

The moment you pulled out your toy, his eyes widened in shock. This was not what he had expected but, as you began to use it, your body writhing with delight, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

The combination of drowsiness from the pills and syrup, along with the physical release, created a heady mixture of sensations. You moaned softly, your voice ringing through the room. Each sound was like a siren's call, drawing him closer to the edge of his sanity.

His adrenaline surged, his body tense with anticipation. As you repeated his name, his heart swelled with an emotion he couldn't quite name. It was a strange mix of pride, longing, and something else entirely - something dangerous.

He felt himself leaking precum, the mere sound of your voice driving him to the brink. Disbelief washed over him; you were thinking of him during your moments of intimacy. He was grateful - no, relieved - that he wasn't alone in this longing.

Without another thought, Mike unzipped his pants, lowering both trousers and boxers just enough to free his aching erection. Semi-naked to the cool night air, his need pulsed with every beat of his heart. Every whimper you uttered drew him closer, matching the rhythm with feverish intensity.

As if entranced, he stroked himself with fervor, mirroring your satisfaction. The air was thick with appetite, heavy with the scent of forbidden lust and connection. Your cries grew louder, almost like you were urging him on, and he responded in kind, matching your pace with increasing fervor.

The boundary between fantasy and reality danced a tantalizing waltz within him, as though the sleeping pills had crafted a mesmerizing dreamscape. His frenzied strokes built the tension to a fever pitch, and as his name echoed through the night, Mike emerged from his hiding spot. A predatory grin graced his lips, and ragged gasps betrayed the satisfaction coursing through him.

"Mike?!" you stammered, your eyes locked onto the object of your fantasies. The man standing before you proudly displayed his erection, taunting yet gratifying.

"My sweet, sweet angel," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he closed the distance between you. "I knew you wanted me."

His fingertips danced delicately across your features, like an artist carefully sculpting his next piece. "You've been thinking of me, haven't you?" The question hung in the air, a declaration that shattered the façade of secrecy. No longer was he a stranger observing you; instead, you were two souls entangled in a passionate embrace.

"I've waited so long for this moment," Mike confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "To have you all to myself... to hear you call my name like that." Hunger glinted in his eyes, a testament to his craving.

With a sudden, possessive hold, Mike clutched your chin, demanding eye contact. "But now that I have it... I'll never let you go." His words carried a weighted promise, a tether connecting you both in a web of his obsession and yearning.

“Mike what are you—“ you began, but before you could utter another word, Mike silenced you with a gentle kiss, his lips firm yet tender. His tongue slipped past your parted lips, igniting a firestorm of sensations within you.

"Shh," he whispered, breaking away from the kiss just enough to speak. "No more questions. Tonight, we belong to each other, and nothing else matters."

His skilled hands traced every curve and contour of your body, exploring with a purposeful tenderness that left you breathless. "Tell me... do you know how long I've dreamed of this?" he asked, "To have you, all to myself, like this..."

Mike claimed his position above you, his throbbing length pressing insistently against your outer thigh. The mere touch sent ripples of desire coursing through him, and he started to slightly hump.

"You've consumed my every waking thought," Mike’s breath hitched, the weight of his obsession finally surfacing. As months of longing and secrecy culminated in this single moment, Mike's need became palpable. His breath hitched with each ragged exhale, proof of his pent-up desperation.

“I've waited for this, dreamt of this," he added, his voice low and husky.

For a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. You and Mike were entwined in a dance of eagerness and confusion, lost in the euphoria of the moment. The distinction between reality and fantasy didn't matter; it was irrelevant in the face of your connection.

Fixating on the silhouette of your body, he noticed your hand wrapped around the toy. Acting on instinct, Mike adjusted the device gently, synchronizing its rhythm with yours. His arousal surged at the sight, causing a low, guttural groan to escape him.

"You look so good like this, darling," Mike whispered, his warm breath dancing across your skin. "I've wanted this for so long... to touch you, to be with you..."

With delicate precision, Mike brushed your most sensitive spot with his thumb, earning a sharp gasp from you. "I know you feel it too..." he whispered, his words laced with raw truth.

The coolness from his hand traced up your thigh, causing your body to shiver involuntarily.

"Let me pleasure you, the way you deserve," Mike whispered, his fingers moving with slow, calculated strokes. He increased the pressure, his thumb tracing the throbbing between your legs. Drawing closer still, he left a trail of scorching kisses along your jawline, nipping gently at the delicate skin of your neck. His other hand explored your curves, mapping them with meticulous care.

"You're perfect... I want to worship every inch of you," he murmured, his breath hitching as your responses to his touch grew more pronounced.

"Tell me what you need," he urged, his gaze locked firmly on yours. "I'll give you anything you want, just say the word."

"Fuck me, please," you whined, the vibrating toy making it difficult to talk.

Mike's eyes flashed with raw hunger at your impassioned plea. Leaning in, his warm breath hit your skin, and a low, rumbling growl escaped his chest. "As you wish."

In a deliberate movement, he removed the toy from your trembling body. "I'll give you everything you crave."

With a grace born of fervor, Mike positioned himself between your quivering thighs. He gently lifted your legs, granting access to your awaiting entrance. The head of his cock pressed insistently against you, demanding entry.

Savoring the exquisite tension, Mike paused for a fleeting moment before burying himself deeply into you. A rough groan escaped him. The sensation was indescribable – a potent mix of pain and pleasure that stole your breath. His pace was both fierce and controlled, striking a delicate balance between his untamed passion and your comfort.

"I'm going to make you scream my name," he warned. A promise hung heavy in the air, fueling the flames of passion between you both.

Gripping your hips, his fingers bit into your skin as his pace quickened. In a display of brutal possession, he claimed your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy.

"You're mine," he proclaimed, the words laden with ownership. His eyes bore into yours, leaving no doubt about his claim.

you clutched his shirt desperately, searching for something solid amidst the tempest of sensations. "All yours," you whimpered, your body responding to his rhythm, yearning for more.

"All mine..." Mike answered possessively, digging his fingertips into your hips.

Driven by your need and his unquenchable thirst, he sinks into you with unbridled intensity. The sensation was a revelation - an exquisite fit, an intimate conquest. Your bodies merged, creating a symphony of gratification.

"You feel so good around me like you were fucking made just for me," Short of breath, his hips snapping forward in relentless pursuit of bliss. Each stroke brought him closer to the pinnacle, fueled by your mutual hunger.

"Oh god..." you cried out, clutching at him even tighter as the pleasure built within you.

Panting heavily, Mike's voice transformed into a guttural growl as he neared the precipice. "I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mine," he promised menacingly. Bending his head, he grazed your neck with his teeth in a primal claim of possession.

His grip on your hips tightened further, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust deeper inside you. "Take all of me, baby. Let me claim every part of you," he commanded, his eyes locked onto yours.

With each powerful thrust, both edging closer to orgasm, the tension coiling ever tighter. It was as though no other concerns existed – no consequences, no worries, only the two of them, entangled in a web of unrelenting carnal nature.

You cried, your nails raking down his back, clawing at his slick skin for stability. Your bodies moved as one, driven by an irresistible force that defied logic and reason. The scent of vigor filled the air, mingling with the sound of their labored breaths.

As the final moments stretched out before them, Mike's drive grew frantic, his eyes locked on yours in a hypnotic dance. Your cries grew louder, each one a plea for release, for the sweet relief that lay just beyond reach. And then, with a sudden jolt, you peaked, your body convulsing around him, a triumphant cry escaping your lips.

Mike's eyes widened as he felt your body twitch, his name echoing through the room. Unable to resist any longer, he followed suit, burying himself deep within you as he found his release. His world narrowed to the feel of you surrounding him, the sweet embrace of your warmth.

Yet, his need for you remained insatiable. Collapsing on top of you, he embraced you possessively, your bodies sliding against each other, chasing every tremor of your shared climax.

His movements were ragged and sloppy. "Mine... you're mine!" he whined and groaned your name against your lips, capturing you in a deep, fiery kiss. Overstimulation faded into the background, swallowed by the heady rush of their union.

This was a dream, wasn't it? A dream world where you belonged to him and him alone.

Huffing and puffing, Mike whispered, "I love you," his voice laced with genuine emotion. Nuzzling against your neck, he claimed your lips once more in a searing kiss, his words a confession born of obsession and desire. All those hours spent observing you, planning this moment... they were finally rewarded.

His heart beat wildly against your chest, matching the rhythm of yours. You both lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the afterglow of devoting love and possession.

…..

Mike woke up to the warm glow of sunlight filtering through an unfamiliar window. Confusion furrowed his brow as he shifted his body to the side, revealing your sleeping form next to him.

Panic welled up inside him, his mind racing to piece together the fragments of last night. Had everything that transpired between you truly happened, or was it all a dream fueled by his overuse of sleeping pills? Deciding there was no time to waste, He carefully extracted himself from the bed, moving with the silence of a thief. Gathering his belongings, he paused to steal one last, longing glance at your peaceful face.

In a sudden burst of impulse, he approached your dresser, quietly opening a drawer and snatching a pair of your underwear. A gleam lit his eyes as he slipped them into his pocket. Then, without another word, he climbed out the window and melted into the morning shadows.

As he disappeared from view, doubt lingered in the air. Was it real or merely a product of his overactive imagination? Regardless, the daylight served as a harsh reminder of the risk he had taken, the line he had crossed.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the window closing. A coy smile spread across your lips as you watched Mike's retreating form, amusement twinkling in your eyes.

"So predictable, my dear Mike..." you murmured to yourself.

You knew full well that he was oblivious to the security camera discreetly positioned just outside. The unlocked window - an open invitation he simply couldn't resist - had been your doing. And, as expected, he had fallen right into your trap.

Shifting onto your side, you let your fingers trail across the rumpled sheets, still warm from his embrace. A contented sigh escaped you as you nestled back into the pillows. You reveled in the knowledge that Mike was utterly ensnared in your web. And with a devious glint in your eye, you vowed to keep him there, anticipating your next encounter with eager delight.

After all, you had no intention of letting him go.

Thank you so much for reading! should I make a part 3?

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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💤. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK THEMES AND ELEMENTS, SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON, DARK!Ari Levinson, stalking, implied drugging. College IT!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, size difference: 6’8!Ari. non-consensual filming & posting, perving, somnophilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, dry humping, size kink, masturbation (f & m), slight cumplay.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Beware the quiet ones.

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.3K

𝗔/𝗡 | this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge, and I picked stalker. Here’s the Pinterest board. this is my first time participating in a challenge, so i'm a little nervous, but here we go !! this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read. all mistakes are my own. [all asks & drabbles]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I’ll call you when it’s fixed or if anything c-comes up…”

You nod, quickly gathering your things. His throat tightens, fingers itching for yours. “I-I could walk you home, I don’t have any more appointments today.”

“It’s fine. I live on campus.”

“But it’s getting dark—”

“I’m okay.” You repeat firmly, softening the blow with a smile, “but thank you, Ari, I appreciate it.”

You don’t give him another chance to protest and leave. When you step out, the smell of rain engulfs you, cool air washing away any traces of him, but your goosebumps never leave.

Whatever. At least it’s done.

You flip up your hood and start the short trek home, forcing yourself not to glance back—even though you just know he’s watching from the window.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and since your coursework list was neverending, you had no choice but to book an appointment with the IT department. One click, one stupid click on a link was all it took for your laptop to go haywire and then completely unresponsive.

You couldn’t afford to miss another deadline, even if that meant sitting face-to-face with the campus outcast.

Nothing was wrong with being alone or preferring solitude, but Ari had a strange energy around him. It was suffocating and unsettling, either too quiet, too friendly, or too close.

There weren’t many places for him to hide with his towering height and broad stature, yet he blended in almost too naturally, adapting to the surrounding space as if he belonged there—when that was far from the truth. He didn’t belong anywhere, regardless of how hard he tried to pretend so.

The only tell was the feeling of being watched.

His blue eyes set in steely glare, dissecting you like one of those dead specimens on the aluminum tray.

You had a lab with him one year, and you remember the shivers crawling up your spine when he smiled and made his way over. You thank the universe every day that Natasha slid into the free chair and asked very loudly if you’d be her partner.

“He’s a fucking weirdo.” Natasha grumbled in disgust, glaring at his retreating back, “I don’t have to know him to know he’s into freaky shit.”

Rumours were always just gossip, ill judgment spreading around like wildfire but at this point, you’d believe anything about him, anything to fill that empty void of unease.

Was there any proof that he was into fucked up shit? Or that he was a dark web lurker or a disgusting pervert? No, but your gut told you to flee whenever he was around and that was enough.

Ari was a proud introvert, an odd balance between shy and awkwardly friendly. A small part of you pities him—the different, nerdy reject shrouded in alleged disturbed mystery. You’d never admit it but he was devilishly handsome and in an alternative dimension, he’d be exactly your type.

In any other classes you shared, you purposefully arrived late so he couldn’t sit next to you and so far, it’s kept him at bay. You felt weird around him but so did everyone else.

If there were something truly wrong with him, all of those lingering suspicions would’ve exposed him by now, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It was easy to blame everything on stress, the pressure of school and your impending future weighing heavy on your shoulders. Like most lonely nights, you dive into the virtual passions of the Internet.

With earbuds in, you scroll through the profiles, your gaze lingering on the lewd photos and biographies. One catches your attention, a little red ‘Top Hot 20’ pinned by the username and a teasing picture of flexed abs and a dark happy trail. You read over his most recent videos:

Jerking off and cumming in library (almost caught) – public masturbation

Eating sleeping girlfriend’s wet pussy – puffy clit, spitting, pussy slapping

You tap on the last one:

Dry humping girlfriend while she sleeps – dirty talk, cum shot

Clean runners softly pad on the carpet floor, the blanket is pulled back and exposes the girl’s backside. The dim flash barely illuminates her body, just an outline of her figure bathed in the moonlight. His big hand caresses her thighs, wasting no time in rubbing over her core.

Almost in a trance, you replicate his motions, tracing over your clothed slit as a quiet breath flutters from your lips, drowned out by his heavy groan.

“Look at you, all ready for daddy…” He rasps, his words slurred, “You knew what I needed tonight, huh?” He touches her petals, spreading the panty-clad folds, “Such a cute little pussy, Want me to fuck you?”

She sleepily rocks against his hand and he laughs, silencing her murmurs with a hand on her back. He manhandles her as he pleases, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor before straddling the back of her thighs.

You exhale and dip your fingers beneath the band of your underwear, seeking that needy bundle. Tingles fill your tummy while you circle your hole, gathering your juices up to your clit.

His fist squeezes his base and slides up to the angry red tip, smearing the pearly dribbles with his thumb. He’s thick and long, veins protruding from the smooth girth before disappearing under his bushy pubic hair. He grinds against her ass, his pre cum leaking all over her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you.”

With heavy groans, he rocks against her and the camera shakes. Primal thrusts slide his solid cock between her cheeks, staining the poor cotton. His big hand lands a series of harsh spanks, they’re so hard you feel the burning sensation too.

You fuck yourself with your fingers in time with his grinds and whine, imagining his fat length rubbing against you just like that.

“One of these days I’m gonna rub my sack all over your cunt. Get you all messy.” A forceful thrust sends the girl sliding a few inches up the bed. “Awh, you dropped your stuffie, little dummy.” He reaches out of the frame and returns with a stuffed animal.

It takes you less than a second to recognize the black and white spots. To your horror, he places the stuffie on a pillow and pets the head right between the small horns.

“There we go, gotta make sure Milky is watching. You gonna be quiet for me now, baby?” He laughs, “oh, why am I even asking? It’s not like you can wake up anyway.”

Your heart plummets to the ground, shattering every layer of the Earth until falling into the endless oblivion of space.

“Can’t wait to fuck your ass, maybe I’ll do it while you’re sleeping, just like how I ate your cute cunt.” He spits, roughly groping her—your flesh, “bet you woke up all sore. Was wondering why you were so sensitive, like someone tortured your pussy.” He curses lowly and his hips stutter, “sorry for bein’ so mean. You make me into a fucking animal.”

All air is yanked from your body when his cum spurts out, covering your panties and lower back. He groans shamelessly, jerking off with his own seed to expel every last drop before pulling down the back of your stained panties. He rubs it into your skin like a sick claim of ownership.

“I love you so much, baby. You have no fuckin’ clue.”

Despite the lightheadedness, you scroll to the comments. Every blink momentarily focuses your blurry vision on the bright screen:

Cute stuffed animal lol

should’ve taken her panties off. I wanted to see that pretty pussy

damn, she’s knocked out cold. How does she sound when she’s awake?

MrSinister: absolutely divine. She’ll be awake in my next video, I promise.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my oh my 🫡 i feel very dirty, like i need to physically scrub my brain from this whore behaviour. happy Saturday besties.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! be sure to check out the other fics for bones' challenge !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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vampyrixdarling · 8 months

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— 「𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 + 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐨 (𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐔𝐩)」

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MASTERLIST

╰┈➤ [Yandere] Silver + Espio x reader (Team-Up)

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; Two best friends just so happened to have became obsessed with the same person. How would they react when teaming up to win you over?

: ̗̀➛ Type; yandere | team-up | romantic headcanons

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); yandere behavior, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, manipulation, implied + mentioned kidnapping, punishments, possibly OOC Espio + Silver, stalking

Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

→ First of all, these two are arguably some of the worst people to have obsessed with you, teaming up making it so much worse. Silver can literally time travel, as well as having telekinesis, making it almost impossible for you to escape. Meanwhile, Espio is a very skilled ninja and a detective, also being able to go invisible as he pleases due to him being a chameleon.

→ Silver loves spending time with you, always offering to do something with you or taking you places. He's also very affectionate, enjoying hugging you and holding your hand. He's very touch starved, coming from a ruined future, so this isn't a surprise.

→ Espio, on the other hand, is more hesitant when it comes to physical affection. He's touch starved too, but unlike Silver, he's perfectly content-and even prefers-having very limited physical contact. Just being in your presence is enough for him to feel happy.

→ Espio's love language is acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation. And Silver's would probably be physical touch, gift giving, quality time, and acts of service.

→ Silver will mold himself into your ideal lover. He'll go back in time over and over again and memorize everything about you. What you like, what you hate, your favorite and least favorite foods, what makes you laugh, cry, angry, everything. And, when the time strikes, he'll approach you and introduce himself, using all the information he's gathered about you and taking full advantage of it. And before you know it, you're basically wrapped around his finger. He knows you best— almost better than you know yourself, and he quickly earns the title of your friend.

→ It's hard to pinpoint when exactly Espio took an interest in you. Maybe it was when Silver introduced him to you, maybe it was at the grocery store where he just so happened to conveniently bump into you. In order for him to fall in love with you, though, a deep trust needed to be built. He isn't a “love at first sight” type of guy, he think that's stupid. But once Espio does build that deep connection and trust with you, proving that you're worthy of him and the feelings that grow with it, you're not getting out of this easily. You started this, after all. He's been there, silently and invisibly, during your best and worst days. He knows almost everything about you from how much he's stalked you, so please, don't ever think or feel that you're alone. Because you're not.

→ Silver would probably be a delusional, manipulative, protective, obsessive, and clingy yandere. He'll do anything for you, no questions asked. You're like a god to him— his savior, and he'll try his absolute best to make sure your needs are met and trying to make your life as perfect as he can. He won't let anything happen to you under any circumstances. You won't have to ever worry about any threats ever again because as long as Silver is with you, he won't let anything bad happen. And if he has to kill to make that happen, so be it.

→ Espio would be a manipulative, serious, strict, protective, disciplined, stalker, and a really observant yandere. He's the more reserved of the two, and also happens to be the more calm one. He's the one to put you in your place and “correct” you whenever you're out of line. He was raised by an abusive mother, so it's only natural that some of the shameful behaviour and qualities would transfer onto him. Sorta like “the abused becomes the abuser”, although that fits more with yandere Scourge. But this isn't about him.

→ Espio would ultimately be the one to punish you, claiming you had this coming and that it hurts him more than it hurts you. He promises this will make you behave, and strengthen your “relationship”. Sure, he deems your physical and mental health and wellbeing very important, but there are times where he just snaps. No matter how much you scream or cry, there's no stopping this. Silver would try to stick up for you, yelling at Espio for hurting their partner, and Espio would feel guilty. But he wouldn't show it, instead sighing and apologizing to the both of you, leaving Silver to apologize to you and suffocate you in affection.

→ Espio hates that part of himself. He hates hurting you, but he doesn't know how else to make you listen. He doesn't know anything that isn't "tough love". Every time he hurts you he feels worse. He feels like a monster, it's a guilt eating at him from the inside. And sometimes he'll even tell Silver about it, who will comfort him and assure him that as long as he feels bad about it and tries his best to change, he's still his best friend.

→ There's no escaping them. Sure, you could distract Silver or somehow manage to gain enough of his trust to where he'd let his guard down, but even If you managed to get outside—which is a miracle in itself— Espio would still have his eyes on you. You might not be able to see him, but he's more than ready to bring you back. Don't you know how dangerous the outside world is? You'd never survive out there without them! They'd chew you up and spit you out, for sure! And if Espio isn't around to bring you back, Silver will gladly use his telekinesis to bring you back, and through gritted teeth ask you why you would ever think about leaving them. Aren't they enough for you? Both of them are trying their best, you know..

→ Silver is the most likely to get jealous. It also doesn't help that it's always rather obvious. But, nonetheless, he still tries to convince himself that what he's doing to that freak is completely and 100% justified. That person talking to you? They were pure evil. They wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you, why can't you understand that? But it's okay, your caring boyfriend Silver will take care of it. So you don't have to worry, because it'll all be okay. Just try not to question the blood too much, okay? Once he's convinced himself that they're a terrible person (You know, beeause Silver's not a villain. Only villains hurt good people. This man had it coming, Silver assures you.), there's no hope for that prick anymore.

→ Espio, on the other hand, is great at masking his jealousy. So much to the point where even if he was jealous, you'd never be able to tell. Although, Espio prefers to keep the bloodshed to a minimum. That doesn't mean he won't resort to taking out the competition, though. He prefers poison. It's much cleaner and it's much less work than trying to deal with someone constantly struggling and screaming.

→ I don't think Silver and Espio would ever fight when it comes to you. They both love you, so it would be stupid to fight when they both share the same goals of protecting you and putting your needs first. Although, if they do, the argument is quick to get resolved. Espio doesn't really like fights, and refuses to entertain one, so he's the more mature one. Whereas Silver will immediately apologize. He doesn't want to fight, let alone with one of his best friends.

Anyways, two dangerous and powerful boys kidnapping you. You aren’t escaping this anytime soon.

#yandere silver the hedgehog x reader #yandere silver the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog x reader #silver x reader #yandere Espio the chameleon x reader #yandere Espio the chameleon #espio the chameleon x reader #espio x reader #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #tw yandere #team up #yandere team up #romantic #yandere

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isy-simmering · 2 months

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So I add anime characters in my game, usually as my neighbors who live regular lives with no goals. I got bored of that. So I thought of five challenges/storylines that are based off of five different anime for The Sims 4. Hopefully, they give you something to do with your sims, whether they're the characters or not :> (the original video where these are showcased are linked way below)

♢ Tokyo Revengers

In another timeline, your sim has lost the one they’ve cared about most, due to a targeted murder. It's up to you to have your sim climb their way to the top of organized crime and use their influence to protect their loved ones.

Goal: -Become a top delinquent/gangster -Complete your sim’s aspiration (Can be any of the aspirations of how your sim wants to live their life)

Mods/Packs Required: Basemental Gangs, Basemental Drugs, Extreme Violence

Rules

❥ Have a young adult sim (only young adults/older can create gangs with the mod)

❥ Have an existing criminal gang that's level 10

❥ Your sim can have many connections with family, friends, and romantic partners

❥ Your sim must have a “stalker” who plans to murder you and your loved one/s (with the Extreme Violence “stalk” option, and “autonomous killing” setting which is optional)

❥ Your sim must max out any of the drug dealing skills in order to create a gang (Cocaine Dealing, Cannabis Dealing, MDMA Dealing, etc.)

❥ Two main skills your sim should prioritize is their Fitness and Charisma. You need to be level 10 at both skills before competing with rival gangs

❥ You cannot kill your sim’s stalker or get them arrested until they are at level 10 of their gang

❥ Your sim’s rivals should not be associated, or know any of your loved ones

❥ Your sim can not get arrested

❥ You cannot let any of your sim or your sim’s loved ones be killed

♢ Ouran Highschool Host Club

Under whatever circumstance, your sim managed to run into a host club and get into a debt of 500,000 simoleons. But who just has that money laying around? The only option here would be to work as a host yourself to cover this hefty fee, as an inexperienced specimen yourself.

Goal: -Have at least 500,000 simoleons in your business funds by the end of the sims-year (long calender recommended -Have at least 500,000 simoleons in both your household funds (optional)

Mods/Packs Required: Get Together, Get Famous, Get to Work /or Dine Out

Rules

❥ Have your sim join or create a club, with a requirement of level 2 Charisma and romantic social activities (Except Whoohoo, this is a classy business after all!)

❥ Have your sim create a restaurant or retail business and set it as the Host Club’s gathering

❥ Your sim must have the “Unflirty” trait or any other negative social trait

❥ Both your sim’s household funds and business funds must start off with 0 simoleons

❥ Your sim is allowed to have romantic meters with many sims, but cannot be in an official relationship

❥ Your sim is not allowed to marry until their debt is paid

❥ Your sim should prioritize their Charisma skill (maybe build their skill before joining the Host Club)

❥ Only 25% percent of the business’ profit can go to your household funds

❥ As your business goes up a rating, so does your sim’s fame

❥ If your sim’s fame and business rating is at three stars, then you can give your Host Club the Popular perk

♢ Samurai Champloo

An outlaw, a ronin, and a waitress. They all must travel across the world in search of a simurai who smells of sunflowers–or a hermit who owns a hundred cowplants. The goal here is not so much finding their samurai, more about scraping by, and trying not to encounter old foes.

Goal: -Live in every world in the game -Complete all three sims’ aspirations -Two of the fighters maxing out their sword skills -Have at least 60,000 simoleons for the three sims to split individually -Your trio must have at least 100 friendship by the end of their journey

Mods/Packs Required: Kysutso Path Of Legends, Extreme Violence, any packs with their own world

Rules

❥ You must have two fighter sims, with only one of the two sword-styles each

❥ Your third sim is not allowed to have either of the fighting skills, or have more then level 2 Fitness skill

❥ Your sims can only start with 500 simoleons

❥ You cannot let your third sim be killed! They’re supposed to be in company of bodyguards

❥ None of your sims can have a full-time job, and if they have a part-time job, it can only be for one week

❥ One fighter can only have a maximum of level 2 of the Fishing skill

❥ One other fighter can only have a maximum of level 2 of the Logic skill

❥ Each of your fighter sims must have enemies (with autonomous killing) that are littered across the maps, in which they must avoid

❥ If either of your fighter sims come into contact with these enemies, your household needs to move to a new map within 2 sim days

❥ If either of your fighter sims run into any of their enemies a second time, they must kill them

❥ Your sims must move into a new map every week, with the challenge ending either where you started, or the last world you choose

♢ Attack on Titan (Junior High!)

In Attack on Titan’s Junior High spin-off, Eren is obsessed with ‘cheesburgs’ and titans are always eating them. I thought it would be funny to mix junior high Eren with season 4 Eren. If his cheeseburgers aren’t appreciated by humanity, then humanity shouldn’t remain.

Goal: -Get your restaurant to a 5 star rating -Keep most of the sims population alive

Mods/Packs Required: Dine Out, Extreme Violence (optional)

Rules

❥ Create Eren Yeager, and any of the AOT cast you’d like

❥ Create Eren’s cheeseburg restaurant, starting the business/household funds off with 0 simoleons

❥ Have a mascot promoting the restaurant (preferably Armin in a bunny suit)

❥ If Sasha Braus is in your game, do not let her eat any of the food

❥ If a customer leaves the restaurant with a two star rating, Eren must beat them

❥ If a customer leaves the restaurant with a one star rating, Eren must kill them

❥ If a customer is rude to staff or your household, Eren must beat them

❥ If a customer or employee kicks a trash can, Eren must kill them

❥ If an employee is rude to customers, Eren must beat them

❥ If an employee is overall incompetent, Eren must kill them

❥ If the restaurant’s rating doesn’t go up in 3 sims’ days, Eren must kill every sim in one of the maps

♢ Danganronpa

Your sims have been accepted into an academy/university for particularly gifted students. Little do they know–it's been a year, and they’re all trapped in the school by an unknown mastermind. Only one can leave, unless they can overtake the mastermind first.

Goal: -Have your main sim max out the most skills -Avoid your main sim getting killed -The rest of the storyline is up to you :)

Mods/Packs Required: Extreme Violence

Rules

❥ Create eight sims or more if you have MCCC (Can be teens or young adults)

❥ Each sim must have a specialty that is incorporated in their aspiration, traits, and skill starting in the game

❥ Pick a sim you will be prioritizing and only taking care of needs for

❥ Your sims are not allowed to leave their lot

❥ Provide your sims with many activities in the lot so they can build skills

❥ Each sims week, whoever has the lowest amount of skills and skill levels must be set to “autonomous killing”

❥ You are not allowed to make the Blackened clean blood or themselves up (must be autonomous)

❥ Provide your sims a day of investigation

❥ An actual trial session is optional. If the Blackened is witnessed killing or covered in blood, they will be executed

❥ For each trial that goes on, take away a section that provides skill-building activities or any other luxuries that would keep your sims sane

❥ Any sim who finds their way outside the lot, invites other sims over, or calls police must automatically be killed

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #anime #anime and manga #simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 gameplay #ouran high school host club #samurai champloo #danganronpa #attack on titan #tokyo revengers #ts4 simmer

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thecherubangel · 5 months

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❥𝘉𝘚𝘍!𝘑𝘪𝘭𝘭 + 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦!𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳!𝘑𝘪𝘭𝘭

《𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚: 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘏𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳》

BSF!Jill who’s been there for you since middle school. Ever since she saved you from your bullies you’ve stuck by her side. Even when she went to raccoon city you kept in touch with her and visited her frequently. Even after raccoon city when she showed up on your doorstep, you threw yourself into her arms after you saw what happened to raccoon city on the news. You missed her so much and so did she.

BSF!Jill who comforted you when your boyfriend of 6 years broke up with you. You and him were Highschool sweethearts and you don’t know why he broke up with you. Jill rubs your back and comforts you while she holds back wanting to tell you she told you so, knowing it would only hurt you so she keeps holding you and suggests you watch your favorite movie with her and eat ice cream so you’ll feel better.

BSF!Jill who protects you when your ex begins stalking you and wanting to talk to you. She even lets you move in after he tried to break in a few times. Jill’s you’re best friend, of course she doesn’t mind you staying with her until you feel safe again!

Yandere!Stalker!Jill who fell in love with you the moment you transferred to her school in 7th grade. She knew then and there that you were hers and nobody else’s but she didn’t know how to approach you so she got her friend to spread rumors about you to the point you began getting physically bullied. She only let people push you around a few times before she stood up against the bullies and protected you and from then on she knew that you’d stay by her side. When you both got older and she moves to raccoon city she tried to convince you to move with her. When you said no she wanted to kidnap you then and there and force you to stay but Jill knew that was the wrong move, besides, she can be patient with you. It didn’t matter that much since you practically texted and called her everyday and on her off weeks you’d come and stay at her apartment, helping her fix it up and clean it. From those moments Jill knew she had you. When all hell broke loose in raccoon city, she couldn’t help but think about you, she wondered if you knew what was going on and if you’d come to raccoon city to save her. It’s not like she needed saving, she was just curious. After the events she was mildly annoyed when you didn’t show up but all the annoyance melted away once she got to your apartment and you thew yourself into her arms. She smirked to herself knowing what to do know.

Yandere!Stalker!Jill absolutely hated your boyfriend. Even when you first got together with him she tried to persuade you into breaking up with him. It almost worked but you other friend, Claire Redfield told Jill to stop and told you the Jill was just insecure. That pissed Jill off. Ever since that day she made an elaborate plan on how to break you two up, but in your junior year of Highschool, your boyfriend cheated on you. You didn’t know who he cheated on you with but he admitted he did. Jill knew though. Jill knew it was Claire. She knew because she planned it. During a random party that your boyfriend was at and Claire was at, Jill put a date rape drug mixed with an aphrodisiac drug in your boyfriends drink and in Claire’s drink and lead them to a bedroom. She waited for the drugs to take their effect and almost immediately Claire and your boyfriend were all over each other. Jill planned on taking pictures and showing them to you the next day but your boyfriend admitted to cheating before she could rat him out. The worse part was that he said he was drugged, Jill knew you’d only take a break from the relationship and go back to him once he said that and she was correct. She waited another few years and tried again. This time she was smarter. She blackmailed Claire into helping hack your boyfriends phone and sent a breakup text then deleted from his view so that he wouldn’t know what happened and he’d go crazy trying to find out. The plan worked but a bit too well. Once you’re now ex-boyfriend tried to break in she killed him and made it seem like a suicide. Then she broke in and staged it as if she scared him away. Once you saw what happened you were terrified to stay

Yandere!Stalker!Jill taking you to her apartment and letting you live there while also knowing she’s never letting you go, not again.

#jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #jillvalentine #jill valentine x you #resident evil jill #residentevil #resident evil x reader #deaddovedonteat #thecherubangel

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huntinglove · 6 months

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Hoi! ^^

9. Flowers — What's something quirky or fun about your f/o that you enjoy sharing or a lot of people don't know?

13. Mushrooms — What's something funny or chaotic you and your f/o have done together?

15. Soil — What aesthetic reminds you of your f/o or you and your f/os bond?

For any of the mains you're currently focusing on?

-@redwingedwolves

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!! I'll answer these for Charlie, Shaun and Yoonbum!!

9. Flowers — What's something quirky or fun about your F/O that you enjoy sharing or a lot of people don't know?

Charlie likes ferrets! Die to their possessive and social behavior, I can absolutely see them being the perfect pets for him, which is an adorable image to think about!

Shaun has one of my favorite tropes when it comes to selfshipping: friends to lovers! He's also a famous movie director which makes it even better, because imagining him taking inspiration from our relationship to create the romance aspects of his films is so much cuter!

Yoonbum is hinted at having BPD in Killing Stalking itself!! That was one of the things that made me attached to him in the first place, back then, seeing him being so devoted and obsessed with someone because he loved them made me feel seen...

13. Mushrooms — What's something funny or chaotic you and your F/O have done together?

Charlie loves wearing my shirts and I love wearing his sweaters, so it's become a bit of a habit to lovingly tease each other when we have one another's clothes on. Nothing mean, just complimenting ourselves and acting silly!

Shaun loves Halloween and whenever we decide to give out candy he puts on a costume and sits outside, pretending to be a piece of decoration, then scares the shit out of people who try to take too much candy from his basket. I indulge by every so often re-filling the basket with candy and adjusting him so people around will think he's a dummy or doll

Yoonbum himself is chaotic most of the time, especially because of how nervous he always is, which is completely fair, considering his ex... One time he practically froze from how hard he was blushing when he realized that I could pick him up very easily. It was really cute and funny to see his reaction

15. Soil — What aesthetic reminds you of your F/O or you and your F/Os bond?

Charlie and I have a relationship that feels like falling in love for the first time. Gentle touches, pinky fingers dangling together while walking through the park, scribbly love notes slid into backpacks. Sharing an umbrella on a rainy day and giving each other flowers and treats every other day.

Shaun and I have a relationship that feels like nostalgia. Going to the creek together, dressing up for Halloween, making each other little flower crowns. Rewatching old movies and screaming out our favorite lines, moving our childhood plushies around the house so they'll always be on an adventure when we're not home.

Yoonbum and I have a relationship that feels like self love. Learning to embrace our flaws and admire our progress while reminiscing about everything that we've survived. Being thankful to have found someone who understands how our minds and feelings work and bringing out the best in one another.

#✯ lovely asks #❥ strawberry flavored kisses #❥ let's make a movie #❥ stalking the stalker

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sevikasangel · 2 years

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❥๑𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 — caitlyn kiramman wishes you could see her besides being a creep, even though she is, factly, your stalker. so when she finds out you are still talking to your toxic ex-girlfriend, she must confront you, rather you like it or not.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴀᴜ + ɢᴜɴ.

— contains: stalking, dark content, caitlyn being creepy, obsession, jealousy, argument, sfw, gaslighting.

— a/n: dedicated to and requested by my bestie @local-matryoshka, my favorite simp. love you, boo.

— word count: 1,5k

caitlyn lurked amongst the shadows of the cold night at zaun. normally, the enforcer wouldn’t wander down around this cruel mistress of a city. her heavy boots earnestly passed through the discarded trash on the ground and the moist cement provoked by the droplets of rain. she couldn’t quite grasp the fact that you would choose somewhere so decadent and depressing like this to live. with all opportunities you were offered…a job, a house, protection at piltover. and yet, here you were.

she slid through the halls and alleyways like a stray cat, the hood she was wearing doing a fairly decent job at hiding her identity from all those criminals who would definitely hold a grudge against her. pilties weren’t welcome in this place, let alone pilties who were cops. her gun was carefully secured into her holster, just in case she had to defend herself. or better, defend you from the dangers.

“you silly girl…” she grumbled to herself. “you should’ve come with me. i wanted to protect you. why do you have to choose the harder way?”

caitlyn’s tall, thin form finally made it to a local bar called last drop. according to all researches the enforcer made, this is somewhere locals come to get wasted, gamble, chase a good fucking, or commit crimes. she frowned. she knew something was up when you didn’t wait for her after your shift at the police station as a secretary was over. you would always allow her to accompany you to the hexgates on your way to zaun. of course she would follow you daily, not that she would ever become sloppy enough for you to notice it. caitlyn finally gathered enough courage, inhaling it with a deep breath like it was cigarette smoke and walked into the bar. the loud ballad music did nothing to grace her ears and all of that smell of alcohol and sweat were not at all pleasant. she couldn’t help but muse on the reason why you would deliberately choose to be somewhere like this. and yet, you would decline every advance she made, her invitations to restaurants, to the cinema, to her house…why? she assumed you must be playing hard to get.

which was not a problem, at all.

my sweetheart thinks we are playing her game, well…we are playing mine.

her brown eyes scanned the crowd until they laid upon you. from burning and stern, they became soft and gentle like the most calm water flow. you had this grip on her that caitlyn found rather difficult to explain. she had seen so much fucked up shit. she lost so much, the ones she loved and trusted deceived and betrayed her until her once soft hurt became stone cold. she’s been through hell and back. but you broke every wall she’d erected. at first, she felt scared, angry even. though how could she hate you, at all? specially with that beautiful smile that would instantly send every concerns away. the sweet scent of your perfume would suffocate each tiny bit of anxiety that was left in her.

your smell was so intoxicating and addicting that she needed to have it for herself. not only that, but all of you. from the roots of your head, to the very tip of your toes. nobody could ever love you as she could. the world was too cruel and dangerous for an angel like you. caitlyn deemed herself as far too corrupted by the past to be considered pure, but she could save you.

“(y/n), hello, i-” she stopped speaking, frowning at the sight of the blonde bartender who leaned on the counter, pouring you a drink flirtatiously. her large breasts were nearly leaking from her deep cleavage shirt. it left little to nothing to the imagination. she fisted her hands and her eyes darkened as she decided to spy on the conversation.

“(y/n), come on, you know you love me and you’ll have to forgive me eventually. you still love me, i still love you…” she cooed and reached on the counter to put her hand on top of yours, her soft digits brushing your soft skin affectionately. her hazel eyes stared into yours and you looked away with a clenched jaw. “please, babe.”

“vanessa, how dare you? i loved you so much, i gave up so much for you...and you thanked me by cheating on me with silco’s guard dog?” you breathed out and pulled your hand back. the bartender sighed and reached for your shoulder instead. “don’t touch me, vanessa!”

“please, (y/n), listen to me…i am suffering too. i hate that i cheated on you and you have all the right to be mad, honey. i just miss you so much. i was your first everything, doesn’t that count? you are just seeing me for my mistake-”

“don’t touch me!”

“(y/n), please, list-”

suddenly a large, slender hand was wrapped around vanessa’s wrist. the grip was tight to the point of pain. your ex-girlfriend shrieked and attempted to pull her arm back. this only served to make her attacker twist their hand. vanessa’s scream turned bloody as her wrist bone had just been snapped like a stick by a stranger.

“i heard her say not to touch her, cheater.”

you opened your mouth in shock and your breath became stuck in terror. the world around you was muffled and distorted. you could only see vanessa hold onto her arm and rush into the back of the bar to seek for help and then caitlyn pulling a chair to sit next to you. with scaredy deer eyes, you averted them to caitlyn.

“w-what was that, caitlyn? why are you here?” your voice was quiet and scaredy.

caitlyn scoffed and took a sip from the alcohol vanessa left behind, nearly slamming the glass onto the counter. the loud noise made you flinch. you never saw caitlyn so angry as how she was now.

“(y/n)...why were you meeting up with your ex? she literally cheated on you, leeched off your money, she was the most toxic bitch you could think of. don’t you have any self-respect?”

your heart hammered in your chest as the fear began crippling in.

“h–how do you know, caitlyn? i-i…i never told anyone.”

“how do you know, caitlyn?” she mockingly repeated as if there was nothing wrong with that. “i know it because i care about you, unlike these people you surround yourself with, (y/n).”

you lowered your head in shame. caitlyn was caring for you and you were being…ungrateful.

“caitlyn..why were you doing this?”

“as i said, because i care about you. you are an angel, (y/n). people will hurt you and take advantage of your innocence and i could never let that happen. it made me bite myself with jealousy whenever i saw that bitch lay her disgusting hands on what was supposed to be mine,” her breath was ragged, voice low and dangerous. it sent shivers down your spine. “i knew she was cheating, so i just made you find out…and after you did, you still denied me. is she better than me, (y/n)?”

you shook your head. factly, you were rather surprised caitlyn had done so much for you. usually, you were the one who had to care and provide for others, but with her…it felt like you didn’t need to have a single thought or worry in your brain. you could shut it down and let her do all of the thinking.

“no…no, she is not. i was just hurt. i needed to heal before anything.

“healing by chasing your ex? are you crazy?”

you lowered your head in shame.

“i am sorry...i just thought i didn’t deserve any better and i can’t be alone…i…i had nobody but vanessa.”

your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of caitlyn’s thumb beneath your chin, tilting up your face to stare at hers. her index finger wiped away your trailing tears and she leaned in to kiss your eyes.

“you have me, (y/n). i will take care of you like no one ever did. you deserve to be protected and treated like the angel you are.”

“i like you, cait…i-i just didn’t know how t-” she put her hand over your mouth and shushed you.

“shhh, i know, darling.” she cooed and kissed the top of her own hand that covered your plump lips. “from now on, you will be mine. i am not having it any differently. i will take care of you…nobody and nothing will stand between us. i am not having it. and about vanessa…i will ensure she never bothers us ever again.”

❥๑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @local-matryoshka , @petitedeer , @enforcermoss , @sugarsweetcookie

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane x reader #lesbian #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman #arcane imagines #league of legends imagines #league of legends #league of legends x reader

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone’s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATION OR COPYING OF MY WORK.

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c3stlav1e · 3 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ LA VIE DOES... Trauma Candy Salad !

this is me btw. has posted a TikTok!

insp by @bluwavez !

tw: this trend is based on trauma dumping on the internet!! the following mentions topics such as abandonment, drugs, grooming, csa, homophobia, stalking, death threats, eating disorders, and domestic violence. please proceed with caution!!

The video begins with a woman leaning back in her chair, looking off-camera for a cue to start. When she looks back towards the camera, she smiles. "Hi, I'm Sol, the leader of La Vie, and when I was 4-"

"Say what candy!" another voice hisses off-screen and Sol's eyebrows widen in realization.

"Oh, right!" She seems to compose herself with a slow blink and then looks back to the camera with the same smile. "Hi there, I’m Sol and I brought gummy worms," the leader holds up a bag of sour gummy worms to show them off to the camera with a relaxed smile. "And when I was 4, my mom dropped me off at my grandparents’ house and never came back for me because she was addicted to drugs," she says this with a shrug before turning the bag of candy over the bowl. A stifled giggle can be heard in the background as the gummies hit the bowl with a thud.

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"Hiii, I’m Anya," the girl gives a wave to the camera, a bright and professional smile painted on her lips. "I brought Maltesers," she holds up the red box as if pictured in an advertisement. "And I don't have any trauma, because my life is perfect," her grin is wide and dazzling.

"Booo!" someone jeers from off camera and she lets out a laugh.

"Ok fine, when some stalkers posted pictures of me and that EXO boy, I got death threats for months even though we only sort of dated for like 2 weeks. Someone even sent me a cute little letter with a razor in it!" her tone is cheery and commercial as she says this, earning a few giggles from off-camera. She pours the chocolate into the bowl with a clatter.

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"Hi, I’m Tomiko, I brought these strawberry gummies," the bag of candy waves through the air as she talks with her hands. "When I was 15, I was in this really co-dependent relationship with a guy a little bit older than me, like, I thought he was my soulmate, and then he randomly moved to another country one day without telling me." Her tone is deadpan as she stares down the camera. "And then I moved back to the same country and accidentally became his coworker," she opens her mouth, looking like she wants to say more but then she glances off camera and shuts it again with a plastered smile, dumping the fruit-shaped candies into the bowl.

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"Hi, it’s Seolah again," the ginger holds up another bag of sour gummy worms. "When I was in school, my choir director groomed me and it made everyone else in the choir hate me because I was getting," she holds up her fingers in air quotes, "favorite treatment." She still seems rather nonchalant as she says this, the candies joining the others in the bowl.

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“I’m Sohee,” the next girl giggled, her cheeks already tinged pink. “And when I was 9– oh wait!” she held up a bag of candy with both hands. “I’m Sohee and I brought peach rings!” she quickly corrected, giggling again. “And, um, when I was 9 I joined this company and I was the youngest one there and one of the dance teachers who was this old middle-aged guy started making advances on me and made me have like weird private dance lessons with him and… other stuff, but when my parents found out the company threatened to sue us because of something in my contract and I had to stay there for 5 years until one day I went to go to practice and everything was gone, like the whole company disappeared,” she rambled, almost breathless by the end of her story. “Yeah,” she finished with a big gulp of air and a smile before dumping the gummies into the bowl.

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“Hey, this is Star,” the bleach blonde waves a bag of cola gummies at the camera. “I brought cola bottles! And YG entertainment gave me an eating disorder at 13 and a stress fracture in my spine at 15 and then dropped me a few months before I was supposed to debut,” she holds up a finger gun. “Shoutout YG,” she adds playfully before dumping the candy into the bowl.

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The eldest giggles as she appears on camera again, holding up a third bag of sour gummy worms.

“There’s going to be way too many gummy worms in here,” someone whines off camera and a chorus of laughs follow.

“Not her fault she’s so traumatized!” another voice argues, causing the girl on screen to let out a laugh of her own.

“These are my favorite,” Sol defends her choice, holding the bag closer to the camera. “Anyway! When I was 14, my closest friend in choir who was also being groomed by the director found out he was also abusing me, she got so jealous she started a rumor that I kissed her. I got basically blacklisted from the church and my grandparents made me go to confessional every single week even though I convinced them it was a lie. They still don’t know I actually do like girls,” she tells the story rather matter-of-factly, punctuating the end with the thud of the candy falling into the bowl.

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The blushing girl returns on screen, still a bit pink, the ghost of a laugh still on her cheeks. "I'm Sohee, and I also brought lychee jellies!" she holds up the bag of candy proudly. "And a couple years ago, I was dating this guy who was older than me, and when I found out he had a wife and didn't tell me, he pushed me down a flight of stairs, hoping I would hit my head and forget about it," the corners of her lips turned down now. "It almost worked," she looked a little distant for a moment before snapping back to reality and pouring her candy into the bowl.

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“I’m Tomi,” she holds up a bag of nerd clusters next to her face with a smirk. “I brought these things. And my best friend, well,” she pauses with a roll of her dark eyes. “Former. Decided she was more important than the career we built as a team and, again! Moved to a different country without fucking telling me.” Her voice holds a venomous bite as the candy rains into the bowl. The room is silent now, none of the snickering or chit chat can be heard in the background. Tomi opens her mouth again, “Fuck you, Ma-”

“OKAY!” a voice cuts her off before the video ends abruptly.

#c’est la vie ! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ development ♡ .#WHEW!!#group therapy session next?#kpop idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop group #fictional kpop idol #oc kpop gg #oc kpop group #oc kpop idol #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fictional idol community #kpop oc #oc idol #idol oc #fictional idol group #fake kpop addition

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trulyrogers · 2 years

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◐ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐘𝐨𝐮. ( 𝐈 {𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈})

synopsis. ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, a bookstore manager in New York, who meets Steve Rogers, an aspiring writer, with whom you become immediately infatuated. To feed your obsession, you soon turn to social media and technology to track his presence and eliminate any possible obstacles that stand in the way of your romance.

・❥・Pairing : Steve Rogers x Dark!Stalker! Reader

・⚠︎・Warnings : Reader is creepy, slight flirting, no use of Y/N, 6'8 Steve, Stalking, Manipulation, Not proofread lol, slight sexual thoughts if you squint

༊*·˚ W/C : 821 TBA!

A/N.─ Hey ya'll! Well because I'm lazy the first chapter isn't finished but here's a second snippet of what to expect. I think from now on, I'll do it daily to keep me motivated lol. I hope you enjoy it!

! italics are the reader's inner monologue :)

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ By pressing the 'keep reading' button, you consent that you are over 18 and have read the warnings of this post.

"Aren’t essays usually in non-fiction?" He examines, craning his neck slightly to look down at you. Out of all the people you've known, you've never encountered someone as lofty as him. He was a gentle giant. Burly, yet kind. His muscles protruded in the cream sweater he wore, and you resisted looking at them. You swallowed heavily, although it wasn't perceptible to him. You dusted your hand over the brown apron you wore, wiping off a tad bit of sweat that rested on your palm. To say he made you nervous was an understatement. God, he was attractive.

"Usually. But the owner has his own way of doing things. Who’re you looking for?" You ask wryly as you gaze up at him with your doe-shaped eyes, before positioning the last book on the shelf.

"Hank Pym." He replies without hesitation. Your eyes want to narrow, but you don't, fearing you'll look foolish. After the snap, most of the world had become a sorrowful body of what it once was. Known for his slightly erratic personality and discoveries about time, Hank Pym was infamous for his rivalry with Tony Stark. His books and discoveries after the snap were gathered to help understand the snap and the type of anomaly it was. Despite this, the world remained the same. The former beauty has been reduced to a despondent shell.

"Good choice." You compliment him as you beckon him to follow you, and his laughter ricochets off the walls. His footsteps sound quietly against the carpet and his shadow towers over you, causing you to bite your lip. He was mouthwatering. Although you couldn't catch a glimpse of him, you felt strangely turned on by him. Who wouldn't be? There is no doubt that he was one of the most prominent individuals on Earth at the moment.

"I feel weirdly validated."

"Most of his old stuff went out of print years ago. But since Ransom started talking him up, we’ve been getting more requests. We keep him here-- " You arrive at an undersized shelf, and he inspects it for a moment before speaking.

"'Celebrity authors?' I thought Pym was pretty obscure."

You shrug at his response with a laugh, "He knew Tony Stark."

During his lifetime, Tony made significant contributions to scientific exploration and funding. Media outlets devoted articles, polls, and even news reports to the rivalry between him and Hank Pym, who were friends turned rivals. In the wake of the snap, Tony disappeared for such a long time that people thought he had been killed by Thanos. Until it was all over the news that he had come from a spaceship from the sky. It had been an odd world after Thanos.

"Ransom wants anyone in here that’s even tangentially famous. Thinks it sells more books." You beam and nod your head to the manager watching you both, feigning to be on his phone, and the man you are talking to laughs.

"That’s sad. People buying books because of what’s popular and not because they want to be moved or changed in some way." A frown materializes on his face. Throughout his childhood, his mother prompted him to read, and even as she slipped away peacefully on her deathbed, he read a book to her.

"It’s an epidemic. See that guy --" He whispers to you, continuing, and leaning closer. "I saw him on the way in. Grabbed Dan Brown’s latest on his way in. Now he’ll walk around for another five, ten minutes to try and find something legitimate to buy with it."

His scent is like that of a forest on a warm spring day. It's a musky scent you want to bask in forever. As he becomes more friendly with you, your face ruptures into a smile. Maybe you could become closer to him. Perhaps friends, or even more.

"Like the cereal guys buy when they’re really there for condoms. Only makes it more conspicuous. Like, own your shit. If Dan Brown’s your kink, be out about it." You answer quietly, so only he can hear, and his cheeks begin to redden a bit as he chuckles, trying to regulate his volume level.

"He’s shame-buying Dan Brown."

"At the end of the day, people can be so disappointing, can't they?" You sigh in faux dissatisfaction.

"Sometimes they surprise you." He quips at you; looking down at you with a small grin. A moment passes as you both hold your gaze. Those brilliant blue eyes, you could lose yourself in them for hours. The air around you both suddenly becomes heavier, and you swallow. God, he's so close to you right now. It is as if his shadow engulfs you so perfectly that you can't help but want to get up on your tiptoes and kiss him. Tenser, but quickly, you break eye contact, reminding yourself of patience, and you clear your throat.

"Hank Pym, it's the top shelf."

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aoshihugs · 2 years

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anon requested:

bllk 11 enemies to lovers

⤿ ‘x reader’ hcs, part 1 / part 2 / part 3

⤿ characters: karasu, otoya, yukimiya, nagi, isagi

⤿ warnings: swearing

⊹ karasu tabito

❥ cannot stand people looking down on him! he already thinks he’s mediocre at best, and acts all high and mighty to deflect from those thoughts

❥ is so easy to be “enemies” with tbh, you could give him the stink eye once and he’s already stalking towards you with a scowl and a “hey! whatcha think yer lookin’ at, hah??”

❥ super confrontational, prepare yourself for shouting matches anytime he sees you

❥ the issue here is that he also insults and annoys people as a way of flirting because he has no game, so everyone around you all thinks this is some weird flirty couple behavior

❥ while you two may harbor actual ill intent, everyone else is like “get a room for fuck’s sake 🙄”

❥ dude has NO real relationship experience so when people start to talk about yall, he quickly defensively denies. but internally, gears start shifting and thoughts start thinking and-

❥ “the hell am i thinking?? they’re annoying, why would i ever like them? we don’t act like a couple… do we?”

❥ oh he’s down bad. definitely likes you before you like him. it’s so obvious too lmaooo he starts to blush whenever you poke or shove him, and stutters when trying to make comebacks

❥ but absolutely will not confess. you have to pry it out of him, good luck with that!

⊹ otoya eita

❥ call 👏 this 👏 fuckboy 👏 out 👏

❥ the easiest way to get under his skin is to comment on his dating habits; but at least he gets some! where’s your fanclub, hm?

❥ it would be the classic “playboy falls for the one person that he can’t have” trope

❥ your aversion to his behavior is what makes him interested in you in he first place, and he’d start to flirt with you, nag at you, follow you around (not in a stalker way!! just in school or smth), and start shit-talking anyone that comes up to you with romantic intentions

❥ inevitably, he spends less time trying to get with girls and more time learning about you, to the point where he knows more about your personality and your hobbies and your favorite foods and the classes you hate and- wait a minute.

❥ immediately recognizes these budding feelings for you because guess what? he doesn’t feel them for just anyone!

❥ he doesn’t date to find a lasting partner, so none of his flings are as captivating and thought-consuming as you

❥ doesn’t know how to get you to believe him, so he holds off and instead opts to be a bit nicer, cut off other ties, and spend more time with you outside of school

❥ i hope you’re aware enough to pick up on this and have a heartfelt conversation with him, otherwise you’re gonna have to go through the “shitty teen romance movie” route and have some huge overdramatic misunderstanding and heartbreak before yall get together

⊹ yukimiya kenyu

❥ epitome of “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” from yukki’s end

❥ he’s irritatingly smug towards you; always acting like he knows something you don’t; always smiling to let you know how unbothered he is by your efforts to piss him off

❥ he’s practically already flirting with you, which may infuriate you further, but may also just leave you frustratingly flustered

❥ the type to go out of his way to greet you with a “well, if it isn’t my favorite person! 🤭😇” fake ass mf

❥ you fall for him/confess first lmao there’s no chance of him letting you know his weaknesses; it’s not that he harbors any real hatred towards you, he’s simply responding to your behavior

❥ definitely some obvious weird tension between you two, whether your relationship progresses to something more depends entirely on your willingness to set aside your ill will

❥ once your romantic relationship is established, he’s definitely the type to bring up your rivalry just to tease you

❥ *after making out* “hey remember when you hated me? funny how that worked out, huh?” shut up yukki

⊹ nagi seishiro

❥ generally a chill guy, he totally understands that some people just aren’t gonne be his cup of tea

❥ however, if barou is any indication, nagi cannot stand uptight people that constantly nag at him

❥ his response to you completely depends on how aggressive you are; if you’re loud and confrontational, he matches your energy all the way. if you’re more of the judgmental type, he can be passive aggressive asf

❥ loudly scoffs and snorts when you say anything, obnoxiously rolls his eyes, fake yawns to interrupt your sentences

❥ you’d have to develop feelings first for this “to lovers” thing to go anywhere, because nagi is very stubborn and will not budge from his position until you make moves to change your relationship

❥ would notice your efforts, but still be suspicious: “what are they planning? i thought they hated me, what’s going on…”

❥ hard to win over; a private apology and truce would be the best way to get closer to him, since he won’t accept any offers to hang out and still acts annoyed when you talk to him in front of others

❥ then, with some time, he’ll be more open to spending time getting to know the real you (and actually letting you get a word in lol)

⊹ isagi yoichi

❥ being enemies with him outside of the football field is going to be difficult, since he’d probably just try to avoid you if he knew you didn’t like him

❥ to make him dislike you, you’d have to compare him to other players and point out his weaknesses

❥ he’d try to not let your words get to him, but it’s hard when he’s trying to be the best striker and you’re constantly criticizing him

❥ would spend more time actively trying to impress you while he’s on the field by pushing himself to get into that flow state and maximizing all of his efforts into making smart plays

❥ would accidentally make eye contact with you too many times while he’s doing that though, since he’s thinking about all of your negative comments about his playstyle

❥ confident and competitive isagi is hot though lmao i doubt you could still hate him after all his efforts to improve himself

❥ if you slip up and he catches you staring at him when he’s doing well, he might grin to himself, a bit smug that he caught you being impressed

❥ has no prior relationship experience, so he wouldn’t know how to approach you after that. at best, he might ask you if you think he’s been improving. depending on your answer, it might lead to some competitive but borderline flirty banter

#<//3 ranfiction #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk hcs #karasu tabito #karasu tabito x reader #otoya eita #otoya eita x reader #yukimiya kenyu x reader #yukimiya kenyu #nagi seishirou #nagi seishirou x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi

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neo-oniii · 2 years

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•Toxic Pleasure•(M) Mark x reader x Haechan

Part 1

Genre: smut; Mafia au; love triangle

Pairings (based on parts): Mark x reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: assassination; masterbation; jerking off; cum-sharing

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The city lights were shining onto the black van that had pulled out of the alleyway. Making it's way towards the car that had just passed it, it slowly tailed behind it, showing no signs of suspension. The silver car had just pulled a driveway, shutting off as the person who drove it stepped out.

It was a man, not old, in his early 40's or so. The van stopped on the side of the road, as the people who were inside stalked him, getting ready to harm him at any moment. The man, however didn't noticed as it blended in with the night, as if the darkness was it's cloak of invisibility. He had taken out his key's and entered the mansion that you could tell was expensive without looking inside, just by looking at the outside my of it was mind blowing.

The door closed behind him as he went inside, giving it a single for the one's in the van to get out and take their positions.

"There isn't anyone inside the house, boss. I'm shutting down all security cameras." The hacker who has stayed inside announced.

The three who were once inside the van peeked through the windows of the expensive mansion when they made it to their positions. "Good. It's time to take this old bastard out." The boss had said, getting ready to shoot the older, who had just taken a seat on the leather sofa, relaxing his tired body into it.

The three stalkers took out their guns ready to fire at any moment. That was until they heard gunshots, startling them as they quickly looked back to see the seen.

'pow' 'pow' 'pow'

The old man had went down in a flash, but the gunshots never stopped. Minutes later, the shooting had died down, leaving the three men looking in shock as the person who took their victim stared at their leader, smirking as she blew a kiss. "You were too slow, Mark." She said loud enough for them to hear. She winked as she ran out the back door, shooting at them as they tried to take her down out of rage. Sadly, they had missed. It wasn't any different than the few nights before. She had always soiled their plans.

Every thing they had planned out, she was a step further. The way she would kill every victim they had planned to kill outraged them. But, there was something that the boss found intriguing about her. He wanted to know who she was, and why she was killing the same people they had planned to kill. And most importantly, why she always had this type of affection towards him in particular. He didn't know of the affection was real or not, because it was messing with his brain.

At night, he couldn't sleep, he would think about her touching him in all the possible ways he could imagine, causing him to touch himself. He couldn't see her face because she wore a mask. Which led her to get the name masked beauty. She was indeed beautiful, her body made with just the right curves, making any dick harden just by looking at her, mask on or off. Besides, it wasn't messing with just Mark. She was a player. She could seduce any man she got her hands on, giving her the advantage she needed of taking anyone out cold. She loved seeing the ones she hated die on her hands. It was her happy remedy.

"Damnit Renjun, she got away again," Mark informed over the earpiece, he watched his sexual girl zoom down the road on her black motorcycle.

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Masked beauty made her way into her hideout, smirking as she made her way into the den. She took her black leather jacket off and hung it on the coat rack she passed. It was dim in the den, so she hadn't seen the figure seated on the loveseat. She sat down on her sofa and sighed, but jumped up when she heard a familiar voice.

"Choi Y/n. You did well, as usual."

Y/n looked at her big brother, Choi Beomgyu. "Jeez man, you could give a person a heart attack like that!" she complained in a whine, earning a chuckle from him. The girl then processed what her brother had said and frowned at him. "Yah, you promised me you wouldn't spy on me!" "You know I don't keep promises! Besides, this time I wasn't the only one. The others were spying with me this time." He said, getting comfortable. "Why are you here anyway?" Y/n mumbled. Beomgyu smiled as he fixed his posture and stared at his little sister.

"Yeonjun hyung has decided that you're ready to join our group. Plus, I may have begged him to let you become a part of it, seeing how lonely you are and mature." Beomgyu said in a dramatic tone. Y/n Looked at him in annoyance. "So what do you say, sissy? Want to take our offer?" He asked playfully. The younger thought about it, planting out every detail in her head as far as what she could get away with. TxT was known as a feared mafia group around the city. Not only that, Y/n and her brother were cousins with one of the members of the most deadly and brutal mafia, BTS. They could ask any favor of them without any way of paying them back, making it an advantage for them.

Y/n sighed and looked at her brother. "Fine. I guess I can join you guys. Besides, your friends are kind of sweet to me, unlike you." She said. Beomgyu rolled his eyes at her and stood from the seat. "Well, what are we waiting for?" He asked with hands on his hips. "Let's go already!" He yelled excitedly. The young woman made her brother pause. "But what about my stuff? I can't just leave it." "Don't worry about it. We've- well I've already set your room up there. And I may have already brought your clothes there too. Don't ask." He smiled innocently. Y/n looked in annoyance. "But," He began. "That loveseat is coming with us. You can keep the hideout since dad pays for your rent, lol." She just rolled her eyes.

The two made their way to the door, but a pause once again happened. "Before we get there let's make one thing clear. No fucking my friends. Especially Yeonjun. I see the way you look at him." Beomgyu warned, squinty-eyed. "Hah, why would I do that?" She asked innocently. "Because you're a fucking seducer. Duh!" He said as the two made their way out the door. Y/n just smiled to herself as she got in her brother's car, which she didn't notice when she first arrived.

Meanwhile, at Dream's Mansion, Mark was in the living room pissed. "How in the hell does that girl know when we are about to assassinate someone, get our "packages, or anything in general?!" He fumed. "Maybe she has a spy working for us in our company." Jeno guessed. "Maybe so." Jaemin agreed. "Yeah, but if she did, you'd think we would've noticed by now," Renjun said. "You're right, Renjun. That's why we need to set up more security there. We'll catch this person one way or another, then we'll torture them into telling us who she is." He announced. The three agreed on the idea and then set their attention on the sun-kiss-skinned boy in the corner, giggling to himself. "Yah, Haechan what's so funny?" Mark asked. "Oh, nothing." He smirked. "I'm just trying to figure out why she always flusters you with her flirting."

Mark felt his ears heat up and reverted his eyes back to the other three, who were snickering at Haechan's reply. "S-shut up." Mark stuttered. "Anyway, guys I'm going out for a while." he managed to get out. He put on his jacket and grabbed his car keys, opening the front door. "Have fun, hyung. And I hope your fantasies turn into reality tonight." Haechan smirked as he stared at the back of Mark's head. Mark was happy he wasn't facing the members because he felt his face get hot. "Yeah, yeah whatever." He said before walking out the door and shutting it.

Mark had driven to the club he usually goes to. Neo Zone. It was his favorite club because it was owned by his brother, meaning he had access to any room there. The man sat down on the nearest stool at the bar as soon as he entered. "It's been a while, sir!" The bartender said as he spotted him. "The usual? He asked him. "Give me three shots of it. Tonight's a bit rough for me." He said. The bartender nodded and made his way to make the shots. He slid them over to him once done and mark quickly chugged the toxic alcohol down. At this point, he was already drunk.

Mark sat there thinking about her. He stared out on the dance floor and froze. He could've sworn he was hallucinating, rubbing his eyes. But he was wrong. His eyes widened as the masked beauty made his way towards him, smirking seductively. He stared at her curves that were shown well by the way her short, tight dress fitted her body. Making Mark a little turned on. She still wore her mask, not wanting to give off her identity to the man she's been '"playing with" for months now. She sat down next to him and put her head in her palm staring at him seductively.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here, Mark." She said his name in a seductive tone, making his dick harden underneath his pants. "I thought that our last encounter was going to be it for tonight but guess not." She giggled. Mark didn't reply, he was caught in a daze. He observed her plump lips, wanting to know what her lipped gloss tasted like. She noticed his eyes and smirked. she grabbed his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear. "If you want to kiss me so bad why don't you ask, shy boy," she whispered, making the male gulp. You think I haven't noticed your problem?" She put a hand dangerously close to his bulge, slyly rubbing her hand against it. "I can help you out you know. All you have to do is ask, Mark."

And that's when Mark grabbed her arm and led her to a secret room where only VIPs were allowed in and locked the door. Mark immediately unzipped his pants, pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. Y/n looked surprised. She wasn't expecting him to pull his cock out instantly, but for some reason, she was intrigued. Mark started jerking himself off as he stared at the beauty in front of him. "Shit..." He groaned, a low groan leaving his lips, making the female's lower area wet. "Do you see what you do to me?" He asked, another moan leaving his lips. "Help me, please." He pleaded with his big doe eyes, making y/n bite her lower lip.

"Fine, I'll help you. But only because your desperate face is cute." She cooed as she made her way toward the desperate male. She put her hand on his hard member, rubbing her thumb over his tip, making him whimper. Y/n looked at his handsome face, pleased by his expression. "Fuck babe, stop teasing me and jerk me off already!" He hissed as she continued her motion. "Only when I'm ready sweetie." She whispered against his ear, earning a huff from him.

"Please, touch me more. Your hand around my cock is already making me want to cum." He whispered breathlessly. His moaning filled the room when she started jerking him off at a rapid pace. She kissed him passionately, hushing the moans that had filled the room. "Fuck! Yes, baby, like that! Don't stop!" Mark yelled once they stopped kissing to catch their breaths. Y/n continued until until she felt a hand go up her skirt. She took her unoccupied hand and grabbed Mark's. "Not tonight sweetie, next time maybe you'll get to play with me." She said, making Mark whimper.

She continued jerking him off and smirked as she felt his member twitch in her hand. "Aw, you're going to cum already?" She asked, Mark nodding his head rapidly. She looked at his face, running a hand through his hair as she gave him a sly smile.

"Then wet my hand with your cum, baby."

And as soon as she said it, she felt her hand fill up with his semen, admiring it. She took her hand of his memeber and licked all of his orgasm off of her hands. She cupped Mark's face and smashed her lips on to his, forcefully pushing her tongue between his lips, feeding his own semen to him. She parted the kiss and licked her lips seductively.

"See Mark, you taste delicious." She said as she fixes her dress. She smiled at the breathless man in front of her, trying to process what had just happened. "I had fun, Mark." She said as she made her way to the door. "Wait, where are you going?" He asked once he has caught his breath. "Home. Playing with you has made me tired." She said as she opened the door. She walked into the loud club, turning her head and smiling.

"Until next time, Mark." She smirked as she walked away into the crowd, disappearing into the crowd of dancers.

Mark watched as she disappeared. He smiled as he fixes his clothes. "Wow, that was amazing. The girl sure can make a man fall in a trance..." He said to himself as he left the room, satisfied with what has happened, and with one thing on his mind:

Why he never took her mask off.

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