#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

[webq84]

soft yandere classmate having first met you as he bumps into you in one of the school's hallways. you had your head down, your voice too soft and quiet that he didn't hear you apologizing to him before you quickly removed yourself from the situation, steering away from everyone like a plague so you won't bump into them.

soft yandere classmate who learned that you two were actually on the same class, sitting in front of you after the teacher chose your designated seats. he took one glance at you as he looked over his shoulders, and already sees you looking down again, avoiding making eye contact with anyone as you traced your finger around the wooden desk. though you tried to keep a stoic face, he could see how anxious you are through the way you would shake your leg while sitting.

soft yandere classmate who catches the way your face dropped in his peripheral vision as the teacher gives an activity that requires drawing, and it's quite obvious that you must have forgotten to bring it with you. but you were too shy, too scared to ask for help. he couldn't help it, and quietly lend you a pencil. it was his only pencil too, earning him a zero on his worksheet. but somehow, he knew it was worth it.

soft yandere classmate who helps you in small, different ways during classes especially when the teachers asked questions. he would moved a little and raised his hand, blocking you from the teacher's view so they won't have to pick you, knowing that even if you do know the answer, you'll simply be too nervous to give an answer and might just end up there standing awkwardly, waiting for the ground to swallow you whole as everyone anticipates in silence. the whole scenario will be too much for someone like you.

soft yandere classmate who turns around and sits backwards on his chair to attempt to engage in a conversation with you. it was definitely difficult at first, your voice being so quiet that he sometimes have you repeat what you just said, his heart a little heavy when he does so. it will definitely take a while to have you grow comfortable around him, but when you attempted to make a small joke one day, his eyes lit up, knowing that he's making progress.

he instantly shuts down any bullying from your classmates. they don't try to approach you anymore, but they also don't try bothering befriending you. this extends to everyone outside of your school, subtly threatening anyone who makes you even the slightest bit of uncomfortable, glaring at the person who's taking your order as he stands in front of you when you kept stuttering, trying to make them hear what your order is after they had you restate it a couple of times despite you trying your hardest to raise your voice.

although he is making progress in your slowburn friendship, you two are still not quite close yet that you'd try to initiate a conversation with him. it has to be him who talks to you first or you won't be talking to him at all. soft yandere classmate wanted to change that without having to force you.

soft yandere classmate who found you one day underneath a bridge. worried, he stayed to find out what were you doing on such a place, eyes darkening at the thought of a bully forcing you to come here even after he's made it loud and clear for everyone about the consequences, only to see you crouching down in front of a small opened box with a tiny cute kitten on the inside, meowing softly upon seeing you.

he could feel his heart melting as he watched you interact with it, your usually aloof face covered with a sweet smile as you feed and played with the small feline. he could hear you talking to it, telling it about your day. his heart jumping a little mentioned him. he continued to observed from afar, noting how you seem to get along more with animals than with your fellow peers. eventually, he decided to make his presence known, slowly approaching from behind to join you and the small bundle of fluffball.

you were surprised at first when he crouched down beside you, but you were quick to relax as you were beginning to get used to his presence. you said your hi's and hello's before a brief moment of silence befall the two of you. it was like the small kitten in front of you made every thought inside your head disappear as you start the conversation, asking him what he's doing here. he felt a little nervous before answering, trying not slip up his little secret that he was stalking you.

it starts off with a small question at first, but soon you begin talking more and more, and before he knew it, soft yandere classmate is now just smiling softly as he listens to you ramble to him, from troublesome homeworks to the very kitten who you are currently petting and stroking on it's cute little head.

he learned a lot of things about you in those few minutes, and he couldn't be more happier. he learned that you couldn't keep any pets at your home, forbidden by your strict parents, and how you wanted to give the kitten a name despite it all. what you didn't know, is that you gave your classmate a sweet little idea.

soft yandere classmate who told you that he will help you pick it's name, and take care of it back at his home. and how nice he is, as he added that you can come over to his house anytime you like to visit it!

once everything is set and done, after class, he'll invite you over, happily telling you that he was able to think up of a cute name for the kitten. and since you're unaware of his underlying intentions, you made it easy for him to lure you in the safety of his walls. where he will slowly convinced you that you will live a much more comfortable and better life if you stay with him and lotte.

all of the things you didn't like to do but forced yourself to live up to everyone's expectations, they're all in the past now. your happy sugar life begins, starting with owning a pet that you've always wished for.

[ickadori]

++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 — 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

[summary] Yuji knows that he could never have a normal, healthy relationship with you, not with Sukuna inhabiting his body and his line of work, and he accepts that. He’s content observing you from the sidelines, watching as you go about living your life, none the wiser of the spectator watching from the shadows. VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST.

[cws] yandere -> yuji. fem reader. stalking. voyeurism -> peeping tom. masturbation. reader is mentioned to be a virgin but doesn’t lose it. blood/tending to a wound -> yuji was hurt by a curse.

[an] this was originally for the valentines event i mentioned, but that won’t be out on time so im just gonna post as i finish these up!

Yuji is content with watching you from afar.

He’s not delusional enough to think that the two of you could ever work out—perhaps in another world. One without curses, one where he’s not putting his life on the line every day to protect people that are none the wiser of the monsters that lurk, one where there’s not one of those same monsters living inside him.

Sukuna is a liability, and Yuji loves you too much to put you in a position where you could possibly be harmed. He has good enough control over the curse, but there’s still a chance, a tiny, minuscule chance that things could go wrong, and he just wasn’t willing to take that chance.

So, he kept his distance.

Or tried to.

At first he tried to forget you even existed. To avoid seeing you in the morning on the commute to work, he took a later train, resigning himself to having to run a few blocks to keep from being late. That had worked, for a bit, but then you had found another job, one that required you to come in a bit later, and the both of you had wound up on the same train once again.

He turned to ignoring you - he didn’t so much as turn to look in your direction when you stepped through the train’s doors, acting as if you were some inconsequential thing, and that worked, too, for a bit. But it seemed as if everyone was suddenly going to work a bit later than usual, bodies filling all the seats until eventually the only available one was the one adjacent to him.

He could have still chosen to ignore you, but then you had spoken to him, a simple ‘Crowded today, huh?’ that was more rhetorical than anything, but the only thing Yuji was capable of controlling was Sukuna, not his desires, and he had answered you with a love-stricken smile.

‘It is, isn’t it?’

And it went from there.

He went from pretending you didn’t exist to anxiously waiting for the moment he’d get to see you in the morning. He’d greet you with a smile and a grandiose gesture to the empty seat beside him, and you’d sit down with a sweet ‘thank you’ and an even sweeter smile.

Your conversations went from common pleasantries to something deeper, something more…intimate. Because what other word could he use to describe the way you vented your grievances about work, friends, and family to him? You were allowing him to see a glimpse into your life - a private, special thing that he hoped many weren’t privy to - but he soon learned that a glimpse couldn’t sate him.

Yuji found that the forty-five-minute commute wasn’t enough—how could it be? Twenty-four hours in a day, and he was supposed to make do with not even one? That was wholly unfair! He had already given up so much - the possibility of a romantic relationship with you for your safety-, he deserved a few more moments with you, didn’t he?

But Yuji knew that any more time spent with you would lead to him abandoning the boundary he had set for himself…but as Gojo had taught him, there’s always a loophole to be found.

~

You like to collect trinkets.

Anything that catches your eye and you’re toting it up to the register - it’s a problem. Cute, but a problem. Your mother agrees.

“Yes, mom, I know I just bought a set of pens last week.” You groan, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder as you attempt to organize the multitude of things on your desk. Pens, pencils, stress balls, notebooks, stuffed animals, vinyl figurines. “But these were themed after one of the shows I watch…yeah, that’s the one! You remembered!” You laugh through a smile. “It’s not an obsession. It’s a hobby!”

Yuji shifts in his spot where he’s seated across from your place and looking into your baywindow, one earphone in his ear, the other carefully placed in the drawer of the desk you’re currently standing at. Your voice is filtering in through the earphone, and he thanks the advancement of technology that’s allowed him to effortlessly be able to listen in on your conversation instead of having to rely on reading your lips...although he wouldn’t have minded that too much.

Your lips look inviting; soft, plump and coated in a shiny gloss. You have a habit of sinking your teeth into your bottom lip when you laugh, something he finds insanely attractive, and you do it now, laughing at something your mother has said. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, nose scrunching up just a tad, and Yuji finds himself struggling to suck in air as he watches you.

“I’m laughing because you’re absolutely ridiculous. I’m not letting you set me up on a blind date, mom.” His teeth gnash together, a frown quickly overtaking his features. Date? “I’m more than capable of finding a boyfriend on my own, thank you very much.” His pulse, which had quickened to a mildly alarming level, slowly goes back to normal as you shoot down the suggestion. Good girl. You didn’t need a boyfriend - not if it couldn’t be him.

Your mother meant well, he’s sure. She likely just wanted her daughter to have someone to keep her company, to give her a shoulder to cry or lean on whenever she needed it, to have someone in the city to look out for her. While Yuji couldn’t be your shoulder to lean on, nor keep you company past a short train ride, he was looking out for you. The world was dangerous, people were murdered left and right. Curses killed indiscriminately; men, women, children, the elderly, it didn’t matter to them. They killed as easily as they breathed, and if you didn’t have him watching over you, it was possible that you’d meet that same fate.

“God, mom, that is none of your business!” You grip your phone in one hand, your eyebrows pulling together as your mouth turns down. “So what if I am? It’s a social construct anyways! It’s not that big a deal—no, I’m not waiting for marriage...I’m not into women, either!”

Yuji lets out a shaky breath. You’re a virgin. He’s never been one to harp on a person’s sexual history, or lack thereof, it didn’t make any difference to him, all he cared about was getting a resounding yes before he got down to business, but the thought of you being untouched sent a swirl of something hot, electric, and exhilarating down to his gut.

His body warmed further in the already humid air, cock fattening up against his thigh, and he clears his throat as he tries to keep his thoughts clean.

“I’m hanging up the phone now, mom. Love you lots, bye—oh! And no dates. If I find some man at my door with roses and chocolates like the last time then I’m going to phone the police and get him put on a list, okay? Okay!” You quickly end the call, your phone flying through the air before it lands on your couch, and cover your face with your hands as you let out a muted scream.

Yuji chuckles.

~

He shouldn’t be here, he knows that, but he had just gotten through with a mission not even two blocks from your place and figured he could just check in on you. He hadn’t seen you this morning, his work taking him to the other side of Tokyo, and it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he was going through a bit of a withdrawal.

I’ll just look in to make sure she’s alright, he tells himself. Just a quick peek to confirm that you were in your home for the night and okay. He’d be two minutes tops...

That’s what he had said, so how had he ended up like this? Cock in hand and panting as he watched your fingers furiously flick back and forth over your clit. You were sprawled on your couch and facing the window, panties hooked around one ankle and legs spread. Your nightgown, something too thin to offer you any real warmth, was pushed up under your chin, the hand that wasn’t desperately rubbing at your cunt pinching at hard nipples.

This is the sight he had been met with when he turned onto your street, and he only had a second to be angry at the fact that anyone could have walked by and saw you like this, before the need to touch himself outweighed the want to reprimand you. It was late, well into the hours of the night where the streets were usually deserted, so he figured he couldn’t place too much blame on you, especially when this all worked to his benefit.

The notion that this was wrong, so incredibly wrong, floated around in his head for a bit, but it was squeezed and siphoned out with the dollops of pre-cum that landed on the steps leading up to your place.

Blood fills his tastebuds as his teeth sink into his lip in an effort to keep quiet. His nostrils flare as he breathes hard through his nose, hand practically a blur as it flies up and down the length of his cock, eyes trained on the way you rub at your clit in a circular motion. Around and around, up and down, the both of you quickly work yourselves up, and Yuji grunts, hips jerking up into his hand, long lashes fluttering when he sees your hips raise up and your thighs snap shut around your hand.

He finishes soon after, balls tightening and veins in his neck and on the back of his hand protruding as ropes of cum dirty his fingers. He squeezes as he nears his tip, making sure to milk out every last drop, and he huffs and pants as he lets his lip go free. He harshly swallows, knees giving out as he plops himself down onto your stoop, jittery hands working to stuff his now soft cock back into his pants and boxers.

He looks down at his hand and groans at the sight, his head tipping back, only for a loud thump to sound as it knocks against the wood of your door. Yuji curses, quickly scrambling up to his feet as he draws his hood over his head and hurries down the street.

~

A groan slips out of Yuji’s mouth as his weary body crashes down into the seat of the train. The car is empty, expected due to how late it is -nearing midnight-, and he’s thankful for it as he lifts the hem of his sweater up with a grimace, revealing a slash right above his belly button, the dark blood matted in with the hair of his happy trail.

It’s not life threatening, but fuck does it hurt. A curse had turned out to be a higher grade than the report had said, and Yuji had gone in a bit too hot, resulting in a few too many scrapes and cuts, but no broken bones, thankfully.

The bag on his back is pulled off, and he undoes the zipper and rifles through it, hand closing around a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a few gauzes. He stuffs the hem of his sweater in his mouth and bites down, simultaneously twisting off the cap to the bottle, and he counts to three in his head before pouring the contents on the cut, a muffled curse sounding as his muscles tense and flex.

The train slows to a stop as it comes to a station, and Yuji is too focused on wrapping the gauze around his midsection to hear the sound of heels clicking against the train floor.

“Ngh, shit.” He pulls the gauze tight as he rips it with his teeth, quickly tying the two ends together in a small knot after. It’s a half-assed job, but it’ll do until he makes it home where he has more suppl—

“Yuji?”

His head snaps up at the familiar voice, and two sets of wide eyes clash as the both of you fall silent. Your gaze falls to the dressings on his stomach, which are already tinged red with his blood, and you gasp before you’re quickly rushing over.

“What happened?”

“Why are you out so late?”

You both talk over each other, but Yuji repeats his a bit louder, because his question is clearly more important at the moment. Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be out this late? What were you doing? Where were you? Why are you so dressed up?

“I’m coming from a friend’s housewarming party, it ran a bit late, too late if you ask me. I was ready to go hours ag—wait, that doesn’t matter! You’re bleeding, Yuji. What happened?” You sit in the seat beside him and turn your body, your knees brushing against his, and he suddenly finds it a bit harder to breathe. “Oh my God, you’re pale. You need to go to the hospital.” Your hand reaches out to touch his forehead, your fingers pushing away the strands plastered to his damp forehead to touch the cool skin directly.

“No... no hospital, I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” He says, and compared to all the other injuries he’s gotten, this could be passed off as a scratch. You give him a disbelieving look.

“It could get infected.”

Your concern for him makes his chest swell with nothing short of love, and he reaches a hand out to gingerly rest it on your knee, the tips of his ears heating when he realizes this is the first time he’s touched you. “I’ll be fine, okay? It just looks bad, but it’s only superficial.”

You frown, teeth worrying at your bottom lip, and the action nearly puts Yuji in a trance. He wants to bite your lip. Not hard enough to seriously hurt you, but enough to pull one of those cute little gasps forth and paint a look of surprise on your face. He’d kiss it better afterwards, of course.

“…okay.” You relent, still looking as if you want to argue. “But at least tell me what happened? Were you attacked?” You take a cautious glance around, as if whatever did this to him is lurking nearby and not dead.

“Yeah,” he nods, and your eyes widen. “Some asshole tried to rob me. Guess he didn’t like that I left my wallet at home.” He gives a chuckle that he hopes puts you at ease.

“Oh my God, Yuji, we have to call the police! He could have killed you!” Guess not. You rifle through the purse in your lap to retrieve your phone, and before you can punch in the number and make this situation more complicated than he wants to deal with right now, he’s slipping your phone from your hand and dropping it back into your bag.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You’re bleeding.” You pointedly look to his stomach, and Yuji smooths his sweater back down, jaw clenching as he fights back a wince when he agitates the wound. “I saw that!”

The train comes to a slow stop, his stop, and he gives you a sheepish smile before standing to his feet. “Really, thanks for worrying, but it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fi—” His words get caught in his throat when you stand up beside him and curl your arms around one of his, a determined look plastered on your face as you keep him rooted in his spot.

“Since you’re refusing to go to a hospital, then you’ll come back to mine and let me patch you up properly - and if you get any worse, I will be calling an ambulance, got it?” He turns his head to the side in order to hide a dopey grin into his shoulder.

“...got it.”

~

“Luckily, it’s not deep.” You say from where you’re kneeled on the floor, Yuji laid down on the couch cushions in front of you. His shirt is discarded, neatly folded and placed on your coffee table, and your brows are furrowed in concentration as you gently dab at the wound on his stomach.

The bleeding has slowed considerably, and while it’s still incredibly sore, the stabbing pain from before has gradually subsided as well. It’s not deep enough to need stitches, which is the same conclusion you come to after yet another careful observation.

“Told ya I was fine.”

“I would hardly call this fine, Yuji.” Your eyes slide over to meet his, and the hairs on his arms raise as he basks in the sound of you saying his name. Oh. He wants you to keep saying it, in different connotations even - he wants to hear you cry it out while his face is buried between your thighs, wants to hear it choked on a gasp when he slides in for the first time, wants to hear it between sobs as he finds your sweet spot, wants to hear it screamed out when he’s made you cream all over his cock, he never wants to stop hearing it.

Won’t you say it for him again?

“I really do think you should go to the police, Yuji…if not for yourself, then for the next person at least. What if they hurt someone else?” You say as you smooth the last butterfly stitch into place. “You’re not… you’re not in trouble or anything, right?”

“Trouble?” He frowns, and when he takes in the cautious look on your face, he realizes what you mean. “No! I’m not! I haven’t...” He can see you retreating, hands curling in your lap as you lean back from him, and he quickly sits up, teeth gritting as he does. “Hey, I’ll go to the station in the morning, okay? I just.. my uncle is a cop, and I know he’s gonna go on some crazy manhunt once he finds out what happened.”

The lie comes out smooth, and Yuji would feel bad if you didn’t immediately relax after hearing his words. You’re so gullible, he thinks to himself. Would you have believed the same lie if someone else had said it? Or did you believe it because he, Yuji, had been the one saying it? Did you trust him that much?

“That’s a good thing. The person who did that should be arrested.” You frown again as you look at his stomach. “Are you sure you’re okay? I think it looks agitated—”

“Hey,” his hands move to cup your cheeks, an action that’s far too intimate for two people who haven’t talked outside of a train ride to work...but you had invited him here, hadn’t you? You had clung to him on the walk over, your arms wrapped around one of his as you questioned him over and over again on whether he was growing dizzy, nauseous, tired.

You had guided him to sit on your couch and helped him take his shirt off — you had touched him with those hands that could do no wrong, tended to him so tenderly, fueled the fantasies playing on repeat in his head.

“Yuji?” You call, breath fanning over his lips, and he harshly swallows, adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His eyes flit around your face, unable to focus on one particular thing; eyes, nose, lips, brows, the little hairs at your temples, the dark freckle-like spots underneath your eyes, the length and curl of your lashes, the shape of your hairline, he finds himself taking it all in, greedily.

He leans in just, giving you ample opportunity to move away or tell him no, but you only wet your lips, lashes fluttering and breath quickening, and he doesn’t waste another second before he’s leaning in.

Your lips meet and his chest tightens, hands slightly trembling as he basks in the feeling of you, which is all he can do, all thoughts effectively cleared from his head. Your lips move hesitantly against his, slow, unsure, but he has no problem taking the lead.

One hand moves to clutch at the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss, teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip and pulling forth a soft sound. He takes the opportunity to delve inside, tongue sliding alongside your own as he groans at the taste of you.

Heaven.

The two of you only part to suck in a shuddering breath and then you’re back on each other, your hands hovering over his chest, hesitating. Yuji kisses the corner of your mouth and gently grabs your wrist, guiding your hands to his chest. “Touch me.”

You jerkily nod, hands roaming his chest, prodding and squeezing and rubbing. Your thumbs skim over his nipples, and he hisses through clenched teeth as they immediately harden. Your eyes dart up to him, wide and twinkling, and you do it again. “Shit,” he grunts.

“Can I…?” You trail off with a whisper, and he mindlessly nods, cock throbbing in his pants as he spreads his legs wider to give you more room. Your head leans forward, and he intently watches as a pink tongue peeks out from between swollen lips to flatten over one of his nipples.

His dick jumps in his pants, and he sinks his teeth into his tongue to stave off the overwhelming urge to come in his pants. Your tongue flicks over the bud, and blood fills his tastebuds before he’s pulling you up to straddle his lap, tip leaking drool at the dejected look on your face.

“Sorry, sweetie,” he kisses at the corner of your mouth, hands moving to palm at your own chest to return the favor. “But I’m not ready to come yet.” He squeezes, jiggles, tests the weight of your breast in his palms, pinches at your nipples through the thin fabric, all the while his hips are rocking up into yours, throbbing cock knocking into your clothed sex. He can feel the heat of your cunt - sweltering, inviting, and he wants to dip his cock in and never pull it out, but not yet, not now.

Your back meets the cushion, your head bouncing off the seat from the suddenness of it all, and one of Yuji’s knees plants itself on the couch as his foot gains purchase on the floor. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear, mouth running dry at the sight of your wet pussy.

Fuck.

He wants to eat you out - bury his head between your thighs and lap up your slick until the sun rises, but he knows the tip of his cock is turning purple even without looking at it, and while he usually has no problem putting his own needs aside when it comes to you, he feels like being a bit selfish tonight.

Your eyes are wide as he pops the button on his pants, your blown pupils tracking the movements of his hand as it tugs his cock free before tucking the elastic of his boxers under round, full balls. You gasp, a low sound that makes his cock jump, and you marvel at the sight. So cute. He catches a bead of pre-cum with his finger and brings it to his mouth without thinking, pink tongue swiping out to lick it up before his hand is returning to his cock.

He shuffles closer, a shuddering breath leaving him as he slaps it against your folds. “Yuji,” you whisper out, and he hums, eyes focused on the way the shine of your slick transfers over to him as he slides himself back and forth against you.

Fuuuck.

Yuji doesn’t miss the way you tense as his cockhead parts your folds, drool pooling in his mouth as he watches the way your hole —untouched, un-stretched, un-fucked— clenches around nothing.

“I won’t ... I won’t put it in.” He assures. While you hadn’t divulged your lack of experience, Yuji was still well aware of it, and he doesn’t think he could live with himself knowing that your first time together was when he had a gaping wound on his stomach limiting his movements. You deserved his best, and he’d give it to you, in time, but this would do for now. “Just hold yourself open for me. Can you do that?”

You meekly nod, but your hands fumble as they move down between your thighs. Yuji licks his lips and smiles, his hands moving to cover yours as he places them where he wants them. “Good - just like that.” Your fingers keep your lips spread, your hole and clit exposed, and he licks his lips again, a groan bubbling up out of his throat as he slots his cock right up against you. You gasp, body jumping, and he slowly cants his hips forward, length sliding up. His tip nudges against your clit, and your eyebrows furrow as your thighs move to close, but his hands keep them pinned open. “You okay?”

“It’s—oh.” You gasp again when he pulls his hips back, cock heavy against your cunt as it easily glides thanks to the ample amount of slick and pre-cum mixing together. The fat tip catches on your hole, and he has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from popping it in and fucking it in deep. “Yuji.”

Your eyes are locked onto his face, lips parted in an ‘o’ and eyebrows pulled together - he nearly comes at the sight and ends this all too early. “Look, sweetheart,” he rasps, his eyes moving down to where you’ve got his cock nice and wet, and he knows you’ve followed his gaze when he hears your sharp intake of breath and sees your clit twitch. “There you go. Watch what I do to you.”

He keeps your thighs spread wide as he rocks into you, hips rolling and tip drooling as he goes through the motions of how he will fuck you. He’ll go slow at first, like how he is now, give you time to get adjusted to the feeling of a cock filling you up and stretching you wide. He wants you to feel every inch of him, every vein and curve, wants you to feel him dragging along your walls and brushing against that secret little spot hidden away inside of you.

Then he’d go a bit faster, give you a taste of what it felt like to really be fucked, show you what you had to look forward to for the rest of your life, because there was no way he could go back to how it was before, not after you invited him into your home and kissed him and let him between these soft, sweet thighs.

Oh no, you were his now.

Completely.

[kr0zast4r]

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Your ours now~. -Craig and Tweek♡ ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼ ♡•𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 2 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼. 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶(Dang they get jealous easily :0)𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵.•♥︎

♡•𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓣𝓥 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷 10 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶. "Wait what-??...." 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝔃 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷•♥︎

♡•𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓴𝓲 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓣𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓜𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰.𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓳𝓸𝓴𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼•♥︎

♡•𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮: "Love us~" "I'll will kill for you~" 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓥 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯𝓯. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽.𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰'𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓑𝓽𝔀.•♥︎

♡•𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠’𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. "Well its looks like your finally awake.." -𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼. "It looks like your ours now darling~." 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝔂, 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭,𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓽𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓷𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓽𝔀.•♥︎

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 ! <𝟑𝟑 𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 😭😭😭 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 ???

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༒ 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑? 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑! ✔︎ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 ✔︎ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ༒

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 ༒

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ༒

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . .

[clovers-garden-co]

【 𝐈 𝐅 𝐇 𝐘 】 a yandere series.

ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ,

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔… 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

𝐓𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐔, 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: ran haitani x yandere reader

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

[killingick]

CP MASTER LIST ➯ KILLINGICK

EYELESS JACK

➽ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 

➽ 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

➽ 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 (𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃) 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➯ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

➽ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

JEFF THE KILLER

➽ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌, 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄

JASON THE TOYMAKER

➽ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

➽ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐆𝐘𝐍𝐘, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓, 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

TICCI TOBY

➽ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

➽ 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈 𝐱 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒/𝐎

𝐓𝐖: 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

NURSE ANN

➽ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 ➯ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

LAUGHING JACK

➽ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐓𝐖: 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

SLENDERMAN

➽ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐂𝐍𝐂, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐦

MASKY

➽ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

➽ “—𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯.” 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐓𝐖: 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

OTHER LISTS

➽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ➯ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒.

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 ✟ 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝙼𝚂𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷

[jasperwatchinga]

“ — 𝐎𝐇 ! ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ & 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. ” [ ... 💔] / MOODBOARD #001.

[webq84]

soft yandere killer who've lived his entire childhood completely lacking of love, making him believe that he would be truly living the rest of his days as a heartless killer. but after meeting you, though he's still a murderer, his once dead heart now beats with life, just like how you've always brought life to your many genius artistry.

soft yandere killer who is reborn through the series of horrifying events that happened in his life and curses the very town that gave birth to him as the monster he is, the simple whisper of his name blowing shivers down anyone's spine.

he haunts the people, chasing them even inside their dreams and thoughts, leaving them anxious and restless at night wondering if they'll be the next unfortunate victim within his sadistic hands.

with his lingering presence, some can't continue living their normal lives as even the slightest movement from the shadows of their feet scares them to death. the majority decided to take action. escaping into a faraway country until their selves and their families are tucked away safely from his rotten gaze. while others remained in their homes despite the ongoing chaos.

they can only pray to the gods that they believed in, while also entrusting their faith and trust into the shoulders of their hardworking police officers and detectives.

though many residents have fled to a much safer sanctuary, there are those few who moved in and replaced the empty homes they left behind. perhaps they were too late to hear the news. but nevertheless, you were one of those people.

aspiring, yet you were also a lazy painter. unless your creative mind is inspired by something, your fingers would be even too lazy to lift up a paint brush. the exhaustion that was never there before suddenly slugging your movements.

but the moment you picked up that familiar spark that makes the gears in your head suddenly work, you never waste a moment spilling every hard work to create that masterpiece, refusing to let go of the firm grip you had around the paintbrush until your eyes find satisfactory.

and it happened on one particular night on your way home. but unfortunately, not in the same way you did in the past when you would come across a beautiful scenery.

you weren't expecting to stumble across the killer murdering one of the townspeople, the smell of iron strongly hitting your nostrils the moment their blood splattered across the cold ground. your wide eyes couldn't leave the gruesome sight, just as your whole body froze on the spot you're standing on.

but when the killer was about to turn around and see you, a witness to his heinous crimes, the freeze spell casted to your body breaks and you dashed off into a different direction, almost tripping on your wobbly legs.

you were able to get away. but that's because the killer let you ran off. you weren't fast enough to escape his vision. he caught you running away, presumably because of what you just saw. but for some reason, he didn't chase after you. he just stood there with his back facing the mangled corpse he was just toying with earlier.

it would be a lie to say if you continued living normally after that night passed. you couldn't get rid off the image of the horrified expression plastered on the victim's face as they stared at you with their lifeless eyes. it frequently appears in your slumber, turning your dreams instantly into a nightmare, keeping you awake for the rest of the night.

it came to a point where you don't even want to go to bed, fearing the scene will replay again once more in your sleep. you know to yourself that you can't continue living like this. you needed to do something.

just like how every artists paint their ideas into their canvas, you thought that if you paint that haunting memory, it will finally stop latching onto your brain like a living parasite. you would finally be able to rest.

day and night, you never stop painting, cooped up inside your little studio. the only sounds you could hear are your own breath and every stroke of your paint brush. because of how focused you are, you never realized the set of killer eyes watching you.

ever since that night, soft yandere killer have been stalking you. memorizing your routine. when he saw what you were painting, he was struck with amazement at how detailed your art is. it was even more special to his heart because it was the very night that he first saw you. the first meeting you two had inside his delusional mind. he thought you admired him, just as he's now admiring you in your natural place.

when you finally finished creating this horrible piece of art, you thought that your painting of him would stop there. it didn't. that scene still never left your head, so you continued, painting them in different ways, as if you're trying to appease a god that is dissatisfied with your offering. each painting you make, it becomes more and further disoriented from the original piece.

you started painting the killer in different situations, all in which are him murdering other people with different creative weapons. soon enough, your room is filled with his heavy presence despite him not being actually there, suffocating you.

and upon seeing the many paintings of him, soft yandere killer completely misunderstood the intentions behind your ongoing spiral to madness. you love him just as much as he loves you. and to honor the love that you're pouring into every hard work that you're putting in each masterpiece, the obsessed killer took it as a challenge to recreate every painting into his next murders to prove how much he loves you.

you two are beyond obsessed with each other. just not in the same way he thought you were.

[webq84]

soft yandere photographer who accidentally snaps a picture of you for one of his projects when he was supposed to take a photo of a butterfly who decided to take a break from flying and rests it's colorful wings on the top of your sketchbook. your creative mind too busy to get distracted with such a small little thing.

ever since then, soft yandere photographer has been following you wherever you go. snapping pictures of you in different scenery, different clothing, but you're always stuck in that precious sketchbook of yours.

you were always so focused, the serious expression on your face never budging. but sometimes it'll be different, your face subtly expressing a bunch of emotions as your fingers lifts up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your brows furrowing with the smallest amount. he figured it was to help you create more expressive characters.

he can never get too close to you, as for some reason aside from your art, you were gifted with really keen senses. flinching and turning your head away from the pages of your drawings to see what made the grasses beneath you rustle a bit. he nearly stumbles on his feet, pretending to be just walking past you, heart skipping a beat when you make eye contact and give each other a small smile.

after that, he can only observe and take a photo of you from a good enough distance that you'll think he's just another person amongst the people enjoying a cup of coffee in that favorite cafe of yours you usually like to go to. or he's just one of those people who like to read their books near mother nature as he sits on one of the benches in the park which is coincidentally in the same row as yours.

all of those times he's sneaky with his camera, using his surroundings to his advantage. faking to post about the cafe's interiors to promote them, when it was solely your pictures that contains the storage of his camera.

it's almost like a little play for him, appearing as a different role each time just to catch a glimpse of you.

it was always the same routine, until one day, when he managed to find the perfect spot that's a little closer to you than usual—he noticed something from that little sketchbook of yours, zooming in closer to create a more clearer image for him. his breath suddenly getting trapped in the back of his throat.

it was... him. all of them. drawn in seemingly different art styles as if you were testing which one suits him the best. he even recognized some of the poses you used for him. there was one where he was in your favorite cafe, with his own ordered coffee as he remembers sitting on a different table across from yours. there was even one where he was at the park sitting on a bench, where he was supposedly to be reading the book he brought with him.

and what's strange about those specific drawings of yours, is that you've drawn him with his trusted camera on his hands, blocking half of his face as the little slashes of lines around the sketched camera indicates that he was taking a picture. almost as if you knew what he was doing...

he felt his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he zoomed out from your sketchbook, because instead of finding you burying yourself in the world of your sketchbook, he saw you looking towards his way. acknowledging him. your eyes meeting his through his camera.

you seem to attract butterflies a lot, when another like before joins you for this special picture, his shaky hands trying their best not to drop his camera on the ground as he snaps a photo of you smiling cheekily at him. the little butterfly giving him more cute pictures of you laughing and giggling as it tickles you, playfully kissing you in the nose.

[ickadori]

++ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 — 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ Choso is still unfamiliar with the more human way of doing things, but he is trying, so you can’t fault him too much when his actions resemble that of a curse rather than a human. VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

[cws] yandere. stalking. chikan. mild violence. fem reader. i’ve taken creative liberties and made it so that choso can choose when he’s visible to humans thanks to being half-curse, half-human :3 reader is american.

Right and wrong is not something that Choso concerns himself with - he simply does what he pleases.

It’s not in the sense of him thinking that he’s above human laws (he is) and can therefore ignore them, but rather that he’s not familiar with them.

Yuji has told him time and time again about what is and is not acceptable, but it just hasn’t clicked in his head yet. In the rare times that he shows himself to humans, he always finds himself breaking some type of rule, law, or societal norm, as Yuji tells him.

“You can’t walk so close to people, Choso - they’ll think you’re a pervert or something!”

“I don’t care if she smelt good - you can’t sniff her like a dog!”

“Put your dick away! That’s not a bathroom! You can’t piss there!”

“No, Choso! You can’t kill somebody just because the line is too long!”

Humans were bound by so many rules, it was annoying. Choso found himself staying hidden more often than not, choosing to observe the people around him rather than taking more ‘lessons on humanity’ from his younger brother—Yuji was a big help, don’t get him wrong, but Choso didn’t feel right taking lessons from his younger sibling. Choso was the oldest, the one meant to protect and teach his younger brothers (something he had failed to do on two occasions, as he so painfully remembers every day), and if he didn’t know it, then it was his duty to learn it on his own.

The regular people of Japan, the ones who were terribly unfit to defend themselves (it’d be a hassle trying to protect them - he’s glad they’re not his siblings), were incredibly boring. Majority of them only worked and slept, some occasionally getting drunk at some hole-in-the-wall bar before stumbling home and passing out in the living room.

Choso preferred watching the not-so-regular people of Japan, the ones who led a life that Yuji always turned his nose up at, but Choso didn’t think they were so bad. They do what they want, what’s so wrong with that, he always asked. They didn’t let rules shape their actions or let laws turn them into a completely different person - they were simply them, and Choso found it admirable, in a way.

He watched men cloaked in black skulk around alleyways looking for a target to rob, women dressed in skimpy clothing slipping into cars only to slip out a few moments later with blood on their cleavage, teenagers walking into stores with no money yet walking out with pockets stuffed full of snacks and drinks, men in suits exchanging briefcases full of drugs and money, truck drivers transporting living, breathing humans adorned in chains - the dregs of society as so many called them.

He watched them sparingly, only when he grew bored of the mundane lives of everyone else, everyone else except for you, of course.

Choso had been watching you ever since he first began this poor attempt to assimilate into Yuji’s world. You lived a boring, plain, safe life, but he found himself interested nonetheless. You were an office worker, one with a funny accent that he learned was American. You liked to read and occasionally write, and you went on walks in the park on the weekend and took pictures of the scenery. You didn’t drink and you didn’t smoke but all your friends did. You had a library card that you lost on a monthly basis. You had an unhealthy addiction to carbonated drinks. You hated going to the dentist. You avoided stepping on the cracks in sidewalks. You desperately wanted a pet but your lease forbade you from getting one.

These were the boring, mundane details of your life. Nothing exciting, nothing noteworthy, and yet Choso had memorized it all.

You were on your way home from work now, unaware of Choso’s presence behind you. He was close - close enough to breathe in the scent of your signature perfume and take a peek down the top of your button down. Even your bra was boring, a dull gray that covered you fully, and an annoyed pout formed on his face before he turned his attention to the phone in your hand.

You were checking your banking account, likely making sure that you had enough for your daily sweet treat and tea from your favorite shop. It turns out that you don’t have enough, but he already knew that. You didn’t get paid until tomorrow, and you had used the last bit of your money on a recurring subscription that you had forgotten to cancel.

You sigh under your breath before dropping your phone into your purse, and Choso falls into step beside you, the rest of the journey to the train station going by uneventfully, as usual.

~

It’s a new day, and the same routine.

There’s a couple that steps onto the train before the both of you, their hands intertwined and the woman’s head nuzzled against the man's arm. Physical affection was another thing that Choso wasn’t familiar with.

Even if majority of his life hadn’t been spent locked away in a sealed vial, it wasn’t in his nature to be gentle with his hands - they were tools to protect what was dearest to him, and the only way he knew how to do that was to kill whatever threatened what was closest to him.

Although he wasn’t sure if you would appreciate that in this moment - you were squeamish when it came to blood, funnily enough, and he doubted he could kill the man standing behind you without making a mess.

“Tch.” Choso hovers near you, his eyes taking in the scene. You’re on your morning commute to work, dressed in the white button down he watched you press this morning, and a black pencil skirt that stuck to you like glue - it had been amusing watching you shimmy into it, stumbling around your room and cursing as you threw worried glances at the digital clock on your nightstand.

You were dressed identical to every other woman on this train -your hair was even in a similar updo- and yet the man—the pervert as Yuji would have called him—had singled you out in the overcrowded place. He stood behind you, closely, and Choso leaned to peer around your shoulder, lip lifting in annoyance when he sees the man’s crotch pushed against the swell of your ass.

The act itself doesn’t bother him, but rather that you’re the one the man chose to enact it on. He likely wouldn’t have batted an eye had the man chosen one of the other women to feel on, but the sight of someone touching you had never failed to invoke a feeling of intense hatred in Choso.

He didn’t like it, and he made it known when he moved to stand behind the man. He settled a heavy on his shoulder, his energy dark, thick and heavy as it nearly filled all the corners of the train car - an embodiment of the anger swirling in his gut. The man jolts and looks back over his shoulder, seeing nothing but perhaps a murky, dark substance. His hand grips hard, and the crunch that sounds followed by the pained wail doesn’t do much to quell that anger.

He had touched you, someone that Choso was closely coming to regard as important, and there was only one way that could right this wrong, but that would have to wait until the number of people around were low. Too many eyes were never good, and Choso had studied humans enough to know that their first instinct was to run to the police when they saw a body drop before their eyes.

With a shove to the side, the man is thrown halfway across the car, and a cacophony of shouts sound off as he goes tumbling. You spin around, eyebrows pulled together and mouth set in an angry line, and Choso feels that strange human urge to comfort surge forth.

You cast a glare to the man, your hands moving to hitch your bag higher up your shoulder, and you keep your back to the door, likely in an attempt to keep that from happening again…what’s it called again? He’s seen this scenario play out before in one of Yuji’s books that he tries and fails to keep a secret.

Ch…chi…chikan, train molestation.

His brother is a pervert, without a doubt, but he supposes that works in his favor. The magazine had piqued his interest, firstly because Yuji had gone to great lengths to stuff it into the back of his closet underneath a set of his college textbooks, and secondly because it housed a taboo of society, and the taboo is what interested Choso these days.

He had read it in its entirety, and then had tried to witness it himself. He had spent hours hanging around the station, going in and out of cars and maneuvering between bodies to try and catch a glimpse of the depraved act, yet he came up with nothing, until today that is.

And what a letdown that had been.

His mouth pulls down at the sides, and he gives you a slow once over. He starts at neatly done hair, moves down to sculpted brows that frame glossy eyes, then to a nose that he wouldn’t mind feeling against his own, and down to a set of lips that he finds himself thinking about more and more these days.

He goes further down, down to the way your shirt stretches across your breasts, the buttons straining just a bit, and he tilts his head to the side, a new type of feeling now festering in the pit of his stomach.

Your hands clasp together in front of you, the movement forcing your chest to jut out a bit more, and when the train curves around a bend, Choso lets gravity move him closer to you, head angled down. You tense just a bit, and your senses must be a bit better than everyone else’s, or maybe he’s just doing a poor job at concentrating on concealing himself.

You push yourself a bit further into the corner, and he further crowds you into it, a spark of excitement running up his spine — prey. That’s what you remind him of in this moment as you cower in the corner from a threat you can’t see. He wants to sink his teeth into you—no, his hands. He wants to touch you and squeeze you all over, sink his fingers into soft flesh and leave his mark behind.

So he does.

Tentatively, at first.

The tips of his fingers hover near your cheek, casting a shadow that you’re unable to see, and his breathing grows labored when he finally touches you - it’s shocking, literally. You jump as you feel it, and Choso frowns. He hasn’t learned about the grand thing called static, so in his mind, his mind that was locked away and kept rudimentary for so long, this shock upon first contact signified something monumental…something visceral.

You press further against the wall, brows furrowing as your hand moves up to rub at your cheek, and Choso moves down to the slope of your neck, fingers running along the throbbing vein, racing pulse, and then he’s rubbing at your collarbones. You’re warm just like him, but where he’s hard you’re soft - soft, doughy, fragile.

His hands settle on your breasts, one in each palm, and he squeezes. Oh. You frown deeper, your eyes dropping to where his hands are groping, but you don’t see. He’s right up on you now, head angled down and jaw slack as he tests the weight in his hands - they’re a nice size, a good size. Your nipples get hard under his hand, and he rubs against it with his thumb - your bra is so thin.

He thinks back to that book and what he had read in it, images of the debauchery floating to the front of his mind, and his mouth runs dry at the thought of doing those things to you. He had never thought about sexual gratification, much less craved it, but he felt as if he had been subconsciously seeking it out all his life and he had finally found it.

His breath is practically coming out in pants, matching the rapid thumps of his heart. He traps your nipples between his fingers and squeezes. You suck in a sharp breath of air, eyes darting around at the other passengers who don’t pay you much attention - they’re all warily looking at the man still moaning in pain as he sags in a corner and clutches at his shoulder.

Choso squeezes again, and he knows it’ll feel better if he was touching you skin on skin, but he’s certain you wouldn’t take kindly to him scattering your shirt buttons all over the floor of the train and leaving your bra in tatters so he pushes that thought away for later - maybe for when you’re curled under your blankets at night and in a deep, deep sleep.

The maddening ache in his pants would have taken him by surprise a few months ago, but Choso has gotten pretty acquainted with his body with the help of a few snagged medical books and Yuji’s laptop (which was still an enigma to Choso at times).

Both of his hands leave your breasts to instead push at his pants, the baggy material easily slipping down toned, lean thighs until they pool around his booted ankles.

His cock is pale but noticeably darker at the tip, and there’s a long, prominent vein that starts at the center of his shaft and disappears into black, coily pubes. His cock has never been able to stand up properly, weighted down by the sheer size, so it hangs between his thighs, thick and heavy, identical to his desire for you.

He wraps a hand around his turgid length, hissing through his teeth as he does, and pushes closer. You don’t move a muscle, standing stock-still as you try and fail to make sense of all these ‘phantom’ sensations.

If they were able, he’s sure your knuckles would have long since turned white with how hard you’re clutching onto the purse that’s now cradled against your chest. Your thighs shift together, inadvertently making your skirt rise a bit, heels noisily clinking against the platform of the car as you shuffle, and Choso spreads his legs and bends at the knees, a heaving breath leaving him as he slots his cock right through the opening between your thighs that you so graciously left.

The tights clinging to your thighs are smooth and silky, and coupled with the heat of your skin that perforates through, Choso feels himself jerk and twitch at the feeling. It’s leagues better than his hand, and his mind is already spinning at the thought of how you’ll feel on the inside.

His hand comes down heavy against the door beside your head, and you flinch as your head whips to the side to look, eyebrows furrowing when you notice the large handprint on the glass. His other hand curls around the pole to the left of you, hand gripping it so tight that he can feel the steel denting underneath his grip, and he rocks his hips, slowly.

Warm, soft, squishy, the adjectives flit through his mind one after the other, a new one coming with each push of his cock between your thighs. He’s hot all over, skin burning and strands of black plastering themselves to his damp face. His balls are tight, and his left eye twitches when a soft sound escapes your mouth, a look of bewilderment on your face.

He comes, hard. His orgasm locks all his muscles up and makes his teeth snap together so hard they nearly shatter. His eyes roll back, the pole caves in under the pressure of his grip, the window beside your head shatters as his hand goes through it, and he makes a split second decision to show himself in an effort to shield you from the hail of glass.

Choso can nearly see the scream of fright that gets caught in your throat at his sudden appearance, and a grin that lacks remorse twists onto his lips. Your bugged eyes slowly trail down, and the scream finally un-lodges itself when you catch sight of his softening length and the mess it’s left on your clothing.

Choso hides himself once again and steps off at the next station as he fixes his clothing. You stumble off as well, frantically heading towards the security booth as your eyes dart around to catch sight of him.

Soon, he thinks.

He’d let you see him again soon enough.

[ickadori]

𝟏𝟒 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

post will be updated with links as i upload.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

- 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

↳ Nothing in this world is unobtainable for Gojo - he’s a man that can have any and everything he wishes for with a snap of his fingers, and yet, you’re still not his.

- 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍 2.5k

↳ You’re Yuuta’s beloved girlfriend, and Maki’s closest friend, but she’s no longer content in being just a friend to you…no, she wants to be something far more significant. [infidelity. dubcon -> drug use. mention of maki masturbating next to you as you sleep.]

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

- 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑

↳ Diluc is not delusional enough to write his feelings for you off as a simple crush, not it’s something far more…darker. Luckily for you, his self restraint knows no bounds…that is until a certain blue-haired man decides to fan the flames.

- 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

↳ Nanami is a very simple man. He does not want for much besides a peaceful life with a few lavish vacations scattered in it, a dark glass of bourbon at the end of a stressful day, and for his love to be returned tenfold.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄

- 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍 2.1k

↳ Naoya was never taught to share as a child, and now, far into his adult years, he has no plans on teaching himself that particular skill. His possessions are his and his alone, and you, by far, are his most greatest possession of all. [jealousy. possessiveness. feminization -> maid dress (reader).]

- 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎

↳ Arlecchino gives and gives and gives - her love to her children, her strength and loyalty to The Tsaritsa, her alliance to her comrades, etc.. So, she deserves to have one little thing all to herself, does she not?

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋

- 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔

↳ You loved Getou once, wholeheartedly, and you’d love him again. He had changed, yes, but if you were to split him open and look inside, you’d see that he was still the same, that your name was carved into his heart, and that it solely beat for you. Yes, you’d love him again, in time.

- 𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐗

↳ Above all else, Ajax loves his family and the life he’s built for them. Him, you, and Teucer live peacefully in the cold depths of Snezhnaya. It had taken a lot for you to finally fall into your role of wife and mother, but he was always there to guide you with a firm, loving hand.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

- 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

↳ Wriothesley, a Duke in title only, is used to being in control. He rules over his prison with an icy, iron fist, dishing out orders and expecting them to be done without complaint. You, his model employee, are no exception.

- 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈

↳ Undecided.

- 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

↳ Neuvillette holds himself to a nearly impossible standard, and he expects the same of you, at all times.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

- 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 2.7k

↳ Choso is still unfamiliar with the more human way of doing things, but he is trying, so you can’t fault him too much when his actions resemble that of a curse rather than a human. [chikan -> noncon. stalking.]

- 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 4.4k

↳ Yuji knows that he could never have a normal, healthy relationship with you, not with Sukuna inhabiting his body, and he accepts that. He’s content observing you from the sidelines, watching as you go about living your life, none the wiser of the spectator watching from the shadows. [yandere. stalking. voyeurism -> peeping tom. virgin reader.]

- 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄

↳ It’s Chevreuse’s job to protect the citizens of Fontaine, and she does her job very well, even if it means resorting to more questionable methods.

[kr0zast4r]

could you please do yandere wildberry cookie hcs? :>

𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲!<𝟑 :)

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐭𝐰.

𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐛𝐡.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✧𝐇𝐂𝐬✦

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𝐓𝐖:,𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃,𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐏,𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑,𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆,

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𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐`~" -𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢

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(𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞)

❦•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧?.𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. •❦

❦•𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 "𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎".𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲.(𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬).•❦

❦•𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 "𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢". 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔!?"•❦

❦•𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝•❦

❦•𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭.𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭. "𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐"." 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐~.•❦

❦•𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨..."𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠...."•❦

❦•𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦? •❦

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