#like im Sorry but i did not obsess over a minor character for the minor character to act like that

[jelzorz]

153.

Rayla is back a week, maybe two weeks, and honestly, Opeli is not happy about it. It was too easy, she thinks, too forgiving. When she came home with the boys the first time, it was fine because they promised she was their friend and had nothing to do with King Harrow's death and Callum obviously loved her with all of his heart. Opeli was willing—and happy—to sort of adopt her into the royal family, just another orphan, another child needing a home, and then she left and—

Well. Callum and Ezran might be happy to let such a thing slide, but she is not. She did not watch Callum break two years ago for Rayla to come sidling back in like nothing happened. She did not watch him mope around the castle, miserable and heartbroken, for Rayla to return without even an apology to him. Opeli stands for Justice, and Justice will not be denied.

When they return from the Sea of the Castout, Aaravos' shining prison in Ezran's arms in need of somewhere safe to hide, Opeli welcomes the boys back gladly, relieved that they're safe and they're home once more, but she regards Rayla coolly and does not offer her the same warmth. Rayla shuffles a little under her glare, but she says nothing about it.

It's not until dinner that evening that anyone mentions it at all.

"We do not keep weapons at the table," Opeli says crisply, when Rayla takes a seat, resting her mentor's bow against the chair next to her—the same bow that Rayla broke into Callum's office to steal; the same again that killed King Harrow.

Rayla withers a little, her eyes on the floor, even as she gets up again to put it away, but Callum sets a hand at her elbow and glares back.

"Since when?" he demands. "Soren doesn't put his sword away for meals."

"Soren is captain of the Crownguard," says Opeli. "There are reasons for him to carry weapons, and none so good for this elf—"

"Her name is Rayla, Opeli, and she can do what she wants."

"Prince Callum, if I may—"

"No!" Callum slams a hand against the table, rattling the silverware in his wake. "Don't think I haven't noticed! You've been kind of an ass to her since she came back and it's not okay! What the hell's the problem?"

Opeli scowls at him, affronted. "Language like that is not appropriate for a prince and high-mage—"

"And the way you've been acting isn't appropriate for a high cleric," snaps Callum. "The castle is Rayla's home, the same as the rest of us. Back off."

It comes off like an order and Callum's eyes are hard, so Opeli ducks her head and mutters an apology to him without further argument, but she sees Rayla shift uncomfortably all the same and is pleased to know that she has not let herself off the hook so easily. It's still a surprise, though, when, just before bed, there is a knock on Opeli's office door.

Opeli rises and blinks to find Rayla on the other side of it looking guilty and uneasy but there all the same.

"Can we talk?" she asks, and Opeli nods stiffly if only because she doesn't know what else to say. She steps back to let Rayla in, and Rayla waits until she's seated again before she takes a seat herself. She takes a breath. "Did I do something wrong?" she asks at last.

"You tell me," says Opeli, her lips thin.

Rayla pauses and fiddles with her fingers. "I know it's not just about the bow," she says after a moment. "I just... I don't want to keep causing trouble. You've all been so kind to let me stay here but—"

"If you leave again, you will not be forgiven," snaps Opeli, and then she scolds herself for making it so obvious, for giving it away at all. She wrinkles her nose and presses on. "My duty is to Lady Justice and to the Crown, Rayla, and I will not see either insulted by someone so cruel. Do you know what you did to him? Do you know how broken he was in your absence? And for you to come back thinking all would be fine, and then to break into his office to steal that bow, and then to leave again—"

"I'm sorry, okay?" says Rayla at last. "I mean it. I can't do that to him again, Opeli, it killed me the first time, and I knew the whole time—"

"Why do it then? Why be so selfish?"

"Because—" Rayla swallows and looks away. "I just didn't want him to get hurt. And we left for the Bookery, and ran into so much trouble and he got hurt anyway, for me, and I—" She sucks in a breath. "I'm sorry I hurt him. I'm sorry he keeps getting hurt. I just... want him to be safe."

Opeli says nothing for a moment. She studies the way Rayla curls in on herself, shoulders bowed with grief and guilt and regret. And for all her devotion to Lady Justice, for all her talk about Justice not being denied, Opeli sighs, pulls another teacup from her desk drawer, and slides it across the desk.

"You and I have that in common," she says, pouring Rayla some tea. "And I see that all he wants is the same for you."

"I—" Rayla flushes. "He shouldn't."

"That choice is his to make," says Opeli. "Have you made yours?"

Rayla presses her lips together and nods, her eyes shut to dam up the moisture welling at the corners. "Yes," she promises. "I can't do that to him again, Opeli. I won't. I mean it."

"I should hope not," says Opeli. "Drink your tea. It's not so comforting when it's cold."

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIES

["Trust me, Lib," I said, picturing her lips. "In a crowd of million ski masks, I'd still be able to find you."]

| ✮ 3 stars |

ᝰ.ᐟ ⊹ arc review thank you to netgalley + simon and schuster for providing me with an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [minor spoilers]

ok. i put this review off for a couple days cause i knew this was gonna be harder to write because i love lynn painter books, really. buuttt i was horribly disappointed with this one. i'm the biggest wesliz fan but... like yeah i cant even form coherent thoughts about it. like this was unnecessary there was no point in shattering their relationship to write this.

like it was good to see wes's pov and everything but it felt so... idk yeah. (see im still struggling so bad to find words.)

one thing i would formally like to invite lynn to STOP doing though is shoving every taylor/ pop culture reference on the planet into the book. like holy shit woman. i few is okay BUT NOT THAT MANY COME ON!!!! they were in the middle of a fucking argument and wes is quoting illicit affairs or some bullshit. usually i love finding little references on page but this felt like too much.

i feel like she's whipped out her computer and gone straight to some dog fanpage or just plainly scrolled through edits seeing people saying "this song is so wesliz coded" and shoved those songs into the book. there is an on page reference to in between reference saying its their montage song.

also um this shit: ”little liz can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh. because she’s dead.” and somehow when jack antonoff was randomly brought up??? like some people are good at weaving taylor swift lyrics into books. lynn you are not.

also lynn take this a plea to never use the word "growl" or "growled" in a sentence ever again when describing your male characters. and to never write this sentence “she’s one of the guys you know? she’s just… different,” EVER AGAIN. PLEASE.

WHAT I DID LIKE THO WAS THE TINY TINY CRUMBS OF BAILEYCHARLIE AND NICKEMELIE (even tho nick was only mentioned and i dont think emelie was even there but eh)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

liz - ok so weirdly enough she was the most tolerable and still intolerable at the same time. like she was so different from the liz in bttm the sunshiney, wearing dresses of all different colours and her love of romcoms. she was described as anti-love and was practically a full on different character seriously. if you liked the first book maybe dont have high expectations for nltm. like i do understand she had her heart broken and so obviously that makes sense for some of the change but it had been two years and as liz likes to say SO FUCKING MUCH "she's moved on, she's moved past it, its in the past" well for someone who's moved on you sure like to avoid the past a lot. also idk who tf she was trying to fool with that whole "i don't like wes, im over him." shit like gurl- you were literally kissing 2.5 seconds ago whats with the switching sides. and there was SO much about her leaving "little liz" behind. like what was so wrong with liking flowers and romcoms? and being a hopeless romantic and wearing bright colours?

wes - okay so it was quiet heartbreaking to hear abt wes's side of this book (except for the whole pursuing liz part) and i did feel sorry for him. but like what happened to the sweet, caring wes in the first book. and tell me why i had to read THIS sentence “climb on me like a good girl,” LIKE MY EYES LYNN WTF????? i did not sign up for this wes, like no stop telling me how obsessed you are with liz's lips or how she's a mythological sex goddess- boy sit ur ass down. and don't even get me started on the beginning of the book. WHAT WAS THAT SHIT? why was wes acting like a 7yr old excited for school and talking (so much) abt his love for scootering? SCOOTERING. LYNN PAINTER WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL? SCOOTERING. DO YOU HAVE SOME OBSESSION WITH THEM OR SOMETHING? WHY DID THOSE DUMB THINGS KEEP SHOWING UP?? like tell me why i needed to read this shit: "i fucking loved the scooters ..... wes + scooters = HEA" ..... lynn.

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

im not going to bother to find any of these, see: im too lazy

all in all i still liked some points when both of them were acting normal. which is why its a 3. but i feel like this is leaning towards a hate review but yeah idk i cant actually pin point parts that i remember liking- also the ending??? what was that? it made no sense to me.

[mara-xx217]

Good morning/afternoon/night! My internet is really bad at the moment so im not sure when this ask is gonna get through lol :,)

If I remember it correctly, your asks are open! So I decided to try my luck on sending one! (I've only downloaded Tumblr recently so im sorry if this goes badly :,) )

May I ask for a scenario or something like that with Pocketcat obsessing over a poor and desperate soul(aka reader lol) who is just trying to make their way through the Fear and Hunger dungeons/The festival of Termina (It's probably better if you choose lol)? Reader is just trying to go through another day without being attacked in their sleep and maybe smoking some Opium while that goddamn cat is just starting from a corner.

((Im not sure how asks work! Sorry if I made a mistake!!))

Omg yes this is perfectly fine! Everybody loves Pocketcat (me included) so I'm more than happy to answer this lol. Let's set this during the Festival, shall we? :)

You're doing great!

Warnings: Stalking, General Creep Behavior, Pocketcat Deserves His Own Warning, Drug Use

The atmosphere of Prehevil was a buzz with an invisible, cold heat. Your skin had started to tingle the moment you woke up from that terrible dream you had on the train and a throbbing headache that started as a minor annoyance has now turned into a full blown migraine that has you feeling like you've been brained by a lead pipe, a very real possibility given all the pissed off locals that have been attacking you unprompted and out of the blue as you've wandered the mostly deserted streets.

The last few blocks, you've begun to feel as though you were being watched... Every other step you take, you swear that you hear the echo of a footfall that is just barely out of sync of your own. You pause mid step and listen carefully.

...click...

Shit. You don't look over your shoulder, fearing what you might find following you. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and suddenly pick up your pace, not quite running but not walking casually either. Your fucking head is killing you... You wanted nothing more than to take a hit from your pipe... but you needed to find somewhere relatively safe first. Continuing on, you round several more street corners. You don't stop until you no longer hear any footsteps mirroring your own. Slowing down, you strain your ears once again.

....

Silence. You shuffle to a stop. Your headache is nearly blinding and you sit on a pair of steps that lead into one of the many buildings in Prehevil. Fumbling with your bag, you fish out your smoking pipe, your eyes closed as they were throbbing and painfully dry. You crack an eye open and find a nearly empty matchbook, striking it alight and lighting the pipe that was still partially filled with opium. Extreme, but its all you have.

And your head-

It was sweet relief. The opium was strong and fast acting. Your headache numbed, as did your paranoia. Your heartbeat slowed and you felt yourself fall at ease. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of quiet. Has it been only a few hours of this? It almost felt like a lifetime... Your eyes open, blinking as they readjust to the light. And you find yourself startled as there was someone standing down the street opposite of where you sat.

The colour purple was a strange sight in this blood-soaked town... Not a drop of gore was on him, yet the bag at his feet was blood-smeared and breathing, you could tell even from where you sat. He was tall and well-dressed, strange all around and strangely making a point to avoid eye-contact with you. As you stared at him, suddenly sobering from the opium, he twitched his head and glanced in your direction. What the hell was he wearing...?

"Ah-! Oh, dear me! I didn't see you there at all!" His accent was strange and he seemed exasperated. Though he was wearing a mask, something that appeared to be cumbersome and inflexible, it had a lot of character and seemed to reflect it well through his eyes.

"My, my, how rude of me! I do apologize, this Festival has us all running about like mad, does it not?" You uneasily looked side to side.

Was... he talking to you?

"What... 'Festival'...?" He continued on.

"Say... perhaps I am mistaken but... do I know you? Maybe you get that a lot, you do have one of those faces, but I swear that you look..." The masked man turned to face you. He had one hand in his pocket, something that make you gravely nervous.

"...familiar?" You don't know why you answered him. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this situation getting to you.

"Yes! Familiar. I feel as though I have met you once before, in lands and times different though under such similar circumstances..." He grew wistful, seeming to reflect on an old and touching memory. You frowned. There was something nagging at the back of your head....

"Pray tell, how has this Festival been treating you? Worse for wear? Perhaps you have had your fill and wish to turn in for the day?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I... What?" He continued.

"No matter, there is time left for you, though not much at all, I'm afraid. There is never enough time, is there? Or it certainly doesn't feel that way... Especially where the ones we love are concerned..." He turned his head so you couldn't see his masked face. The man brought his hand to his mouth and seemed to suddenly grow sheepish. The hand in his pocket began to twitch and you felt your stomach roll in apprehension.

"Do you have that special someone in your life? I did... once upon a time... Though it has been so many ages since I last saw them..." He turned to face you and he seemed larger and closer than he truly was. The masked man grew in height and seemed to lean in close to you, until you had your back flat against the stairs and you were cowering before him from across the street.

"Though... looking upon you has brought a wave of nostalgia over me! Truly, I must thank you for this, for I had missed them terribly..." There was a genuineness to his voice that was almost moving... for a split second, you felt your guard lower.

"I see..." Your shoulders dropped a little. A wave of emotion washed over you.

Relief

Gratitude

But in the warmness there was also,

Anticipation

Fear

Hatred

Deja vu seized your heart and froze you in place. Your temples began to throb as the colour drained from your face. The stranger had become familiar and known to you, though you didn't understand how or why. He seemed pleased with the shift in your demeanor.

"That's quite enough I think..." You furrowed your brows, confused.

"What-?"

"Yes, quite so!" You can tell that he was smiling under the mask.

"I don't understand-" He nodded to himself.

"That's quite alright, old sport! Give it some time, I think it will all become apparent, sooner than later." The man straightened up and you no longer felt crowded.

"W-What will? What- Who even are you-?!" Your question was waved off.

"Enough questions! Don't you think it's about time now?" Anxiety pulsed under your skin.

"Time? Time f-for what?"

"Time to wake up, of course! You've nearly overslept!" You're stunned. Confused and a little annoyed, you open your mouth to rebuke him, but he's suddenly in front of you and has a gloved hand clamped around your mouth. You can't move, you can't blink, you can't even scream in terror as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you.

"Hush, now... I've stolen you away from my Master for long enough... It's time for us to part ways for now, but we will meet again. It will be just like the good old days, just you wait!" You didn't know who this fucking freak was and you didn't care. You just wanted him to get the hell away from you already!

"Go on, then! Away with you!" His tone was cheery but he picked you off the stone stairs with his one hand with ease, until your legs were dangling limply in the air.

You were thrown down but instead of busting your head on the edge of sharp stairs you startled in a seated position. You hit your elbow against the cool train window and your head bounced off of it as you struggled to regain your senses.

It was... what?

It wasn't real... It was all just one big, terrible dream... You sighed in relief. In the moments that it took your heart to slow, you realized something.

The train wasn't moving and it was devoid of all passengers.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather

[ellies-little-thing]

"hey im lesbian, i thought you where american" (e.w.)

Part 1 Part 2

My masterlist <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Modern Ellie; swearing; fluf; smut; reader is referred as she/her; reader has a vagina; Ellie is refered to as "daddy" (as she should); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: I'm really trying to inprove my writing skills in english, and i tried very hard on this one. I had it in my drafts abd decided to finhish writing it. Ellie is called daddy by the reader, as she should allways be. Enjoy! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcome! <3 (sorry, i have vines living in my head rent free)

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI

w/c 9.8k

A few weeks later you and Ellie continued hanging out together since you lived in the same building. You started liking her more, the more time you spent together. You hung out almost every day unless your schedules didn’t align and you couldn’t. You were loving having someone so obsessed with you. You loved being dominated by her, letting her take control and she loved having you at her mercy. Ellie loved every moment she spent with you, every touch, every kiss, every night spent cuddling together. She was starting to fall hard for you. She took you out on dates, showered you with gifts and you've never been this happy.

This evening you were watching some stupid romance movie together just chilling on the couch of your living room, and a sex scene came on. You both looked at each other with a provocative smirk in each of your faces. As the scene continues the characters start having a certain dynamic that you recognize. The couple’s on the screen was very much like your and Ellie’s relationship. She is the dominant one and you are the submissive one. As you hear one of the characters call the other a “good girl”, you look at Ellie shyly before saying.

“I want to be your good girl…” You say, almost inaudible due to the sound of the TV.

“You want to be my good girl, do you now?” She grins as she takes her eyes from the screen and turns to your own.

“I do.” You say shyly. She smiles, and kisses you. She lowers the volume a bit and then she presses her body on yours leaning over you slightly. “mm, you really like this, don't you?” You nod a bit embarrassed. You couldn't deny that that scene was making your core heat up.

“Good, because I'm having fun too.” She grins, and bites your lip.

You kneel on the floor for her not saying one word. “Oh, someone is really eager now, aren't they?” She grins, and continues looking at you. You wait for her to act. She looks at you, before nibbling on her bottom lip in excitement as she looks at you with predatory eyes. “I'm sorry, are you waiting for something?” Her voice is full of seduction as she smiles. “For you….” You say quietly looking at the floor. You were only wearing some loungewear since it was the weekend and you and Ellie were just hanging out, so you had no pants on and your panties were visible to her.

“For me, hm?” She chuckles, as she stops nibbling on your neck. “That's very sweet of you, you know.” Her tone is very seductive.

“What do I do to be a good girl?” You ask blushing.

“Well, you can start by being a sweetheart like you already are.” She chuckles. “You can also do everything I say, you know…” She winks at you, her voice still seductive. Her piercing green eyes can't look away from you.

“Ok…” You say blushing even more. You are ashamed of how much you like this. Being treated this way.

“Oh, no darling, you dont say ‘ok’. A good girl says ‘yes ma’am’, do you understand?” She says with a more serious tone in her voice now as she looks down at you.

“Yes ma'am.” You do as she says.

“Good girl.” She smiles seductively. “You know, that was such a good girl thing you did.” She chuckles, as she bites her bottom lip again.

“Can I… call you master?… or daddy?” You ask softly, blushing as you speak. You were a bit embarrassed of how much you wanted to be dominated. She smiles, as she leans back on the couch. “I think you should pick, don't you? What one would you prefer to call me?”

“Daddy…” You say after thinking for a few seconds.

“Mmh, alright then. So, you'll call me daddy, right?” Her voice is still seductive, as she smiles. She is man spreading right now with her arms spreading along the back of the sofa looking at you very entertained.

“Yes daddy…” You said looking at your lap and not into her eyes.

“Good girl, daddy will make sure to reward you.” Her voice is full of seduction. Her eyes shine as she sees you being so easy to order around.

You wait for her command looking at the floor. “Oh, you seem to enjoy waiting a lot, don't you, love?” She giggles playfully, moving her body lower so that her face is close to yours. “I should really reward you for that too…”

You look up at her slowly. Her eyes remain sparkling, as she smiles seductively at you. “That's much better, now I can see that beautiful face of yours…” You look at her carefully, almost making puppy eyes without realizing. She pulls your face closer to hers, she’s so close you could almost kiss her.

“Can I get a kiss, daddy?” You ask her, looking into her green eyes. She chuckles softly, before leaning in and brushing her lips against yours. “You can have a kiss anytime you want darling.”

“Thank you daddy.” You smile slightly, as she calls you these sweet nicknames.

“And for being such a good girl, I guess I should give you what you want.” Her voice is still seductive, as she smiles at you. “So, why don’t you tell me what else daddy can do for you.” She holds your chin as she says this.

“I'll do anything you want.” You blurt out a bit embarrassed. You really like being treated like this. You like being taken care of.

She smiles seductively again, her tone remains the same. “Oh, is that true? Anything at all?” She leans back on the couch once again.

“Anything daddy…” You reassure her. You can now hear the moans coming from the tv as the movie continues playing.

“Oh, well aren't you the sweetest, I have so many ideas to reward you for being such a good girl…” She grins, moving slightly closer. “I think you’ll enjoy our time together, love.” You smile at her as she calls you ‘love’.

“I do wonder what we could do together though…” She chuckles softly, as her voice remains seductive. “Maybe I should show you my special reward?”

“Yes please!” Your eyes start to sparkle. Her sweet smile turns into a mischievous one. “I don't know, can I trust you to keep your word and be a good girl, even behind closed doors?” She looks at you teasingly.

“Yes daddy, you can.” You will do anything she says now, there's no going back.

“Alright then, good girl.” She smiles, looking you up and down. “ Why don't I show you my special reward then…”

“What is it?” You ask curiously with an almost childish tone in your voice.

“Well, I'd have to show you if you really want to know.” She chuckles slightly. “But, why don't you find out?”

You put your hands in a receiving position in front of your face, almost pleading. “You really do want it huh?” She grins teasingly as she moves closer to you, her hand pressing against the skin of your cheek, caressing you. “Then, do you think you’re ready?”

“I'm ready.” You answer. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at you. Ellie loves to see you so eager for her touch. “Oh I know you are… I guess I'll show you…” She sighs, smiling seductively while she stares into your eyes. “Alright, I'll be a nice daddy… But if you can't keep up your end of the deal… I'm afraid I'll have to punish you.” She says in a more serious tone and her smile fades.

“I'll be good, daddy.” Her eyes brighten as you talk. “I know you will, I'm very proud of you, baby.” She leans in and kisses you, her voice still full of seduction.

“Thank you daddy.” You say after she kisses you. She smiles, and moves closer to you yet again. “Daddy will make sure to punish you if you aren’t good.” She winks, and her voice remains teasing yet with a more serious tone, she bites your neck lightly. “But for now, you’ll remain a good girl for daddy, ok?”

“Ok daddy.” You stay put, just as she says. She grins at you, before nibbling harder on your neck. “Oh, I'm going to leave some marks, aren't i?” You hiss a bit at the pain from her teeth on your sensitive skin. She chuckles softly, before nibbling a little harder. “I'm so lucky to have such a good girl like you…”

“That hurts daddy.” You shut your eyes and scrunch your face in pain.

“Oh, does it?” She smiles seductively. “Mm, maybe i should keep going then…” She nibbles harder again, just enough for you to be in pain, but not too much.

“Ow…” You let out as you feel her teeth sink into your skin harder.

“Oh, should I stop?” She chuckles, as she moves back slightly. “Or, do you want me to keep going, dear?” She looks into your eyes as she holds your chin so you are obligated to look back at her.

“It hurts.” You say quietly, not wanting to make her mad.

“Oh, I'm starting to think that you like it.” She grins and nibbles slightly harder again.

“Ow…” She continues nibbling, her teeth pressing lightly against your skin. “mm, someones being such a good girl…”

You try to get your neck away from her since it's a bit sore now. “Why try to get away from daddy’s bites?” She grins and bites slightly harder. You hold her face to look into her eyes whilst still kneeling. Her eyes still remain sparkling, she still wears her seductive smile on those gorgeous lips of hers. “Oh, you won't get away, baby…” She grins, and bites even harder. “ow…! “ You push her away.

“Mmm, I think that's just rude. I think daddy deserves a little reward for that, don't you think?” She grins, and moves even closer to you, her teeth still pressing against your neck. Her tone is serious now, you will do as she says one way or another.

“That hurts daddy, please…” You plead as she sinks her teeth into your neck a few more times leaving some marks. Ellie likes to mark everything she owns, including you.

“Alright, I might be going a little too hard, you know baby.” She grins again, and lets go of you. “But you’ve been a good girl, so let's say i dont punish you for shoving daddy away.” She says looking at you with a serious expression.

“Yeah?” You ask hopeful that she'll stop biting you so hard.

“So, why don't you come closer to daddy?” She smiles seductively. “Don't you think daddy deserves something to reward him, baby?” You get up slowly and get on her lap. Her eyes remain shining as she smiles at you. “There we go, daddy is very proud of you.” She chuckles and cuddles you, her body pressing tightly against yours.

“Can I kiss you daddy?” You ask as you two cuddle for a bit. “Oh, why do you want to kiss daddy?” She grins seductively, as she looks at you tauntingly. “Daddy knows that you’re attracted to him…” Her voice remains teasing, and her eyes shine slightly more. “Well, daddy will allow you to kiss him then..” She smiles as she takes a quick glance at your lips. “And the only thing I ask from you in return is that you’ll be a good girl.” Her voice remains teasing, as she waits for you to kiss her. “Yes daddy.” You reply, complying to her words.

“Alright then, if you really are a good girl you’ll be able to do this…” She smiles provocatively. “Now, why don't you kiss daddy?” You kiss her lovingly. Her eyes brighten, as she puts her hands around your waist. “That's my good girl…” Her lips touch yours, her body still pressed against your own. You bite her lip softly during the kiss. She smirks, as she pulls you harder against her. “mm, i'm starting to think that you might be liking this alot more than you tell daddy…” She pauses, before nibbling harder on your lower lip than you did to hers. You moan a little and she smiles at you, happy with herself. “Oh, baby…” She continues nibbling and kissing you aggressively. “Now, tell daddy what you are feeling right now.”

“It feels good.” You say in between kisses, getting a bit out of breath. “Oh, that's good then…” She continues nibbling on your lower lip, her teeth pressing even harder. She smiles seductively, her eyes remain shining bright, as she pulls you in closer. You wrap your arms around her. She glances at your arms that you just wrapped around her, as she bites harder on your lower lip. “mm, daddy likes this.” She grins seductively.

You kiss her so she lets your lip go and you bite her neck slowly as you hold her. “Oh, so you want to do the same to daddy?…” Her voice remains teasing. “I'm sure daddy wouldn't mind, but don't think you can bite harder than him, you know?” She’s starting to nibble your own neck again. You bite her skin harder. “mm, good girl, daddy likes it…” Her voice is still teasing, as she pulls you against her. She continues to nibble and bite you.

You bite really hard this time trying to hurt her. “mm, i think you’re trying to test me…” Her voice remains teasing, and her eyes remain sparkling. She bites and nibbles your neck more aggressively now. You then kiss her hard and with desire. “mm, you seem thirsty,…” She bites your lower lip even harder, as her body presses against yours. You look at her with pleading eyes.

“Oh wow, I wasn't expecting this much from you…” She grins seductively, as she looks into your eyes. She's loving how far you are going for her until now. “I think daddy owes you a reward.” Your eyes sparkle as you hear her words. “Well, maybe I will give you one…” She grins, as she pulls you against herself. “I'm going to pin you down baby, just so I can take care of this lil thing you got, ok?” She picks you up and lays you on the bed gently as she looks into your eyes.

“Ok daddy.” You answer while you are still looking her in the eyes. “Alright then, baby.” She grins teasingly, before rolling on top of you. She pushes you down, as her body still presses against yours between your open legs. “There we go, now you can't run away from daddy…”

“I don't want to run away.” You respond softly and honestly. You never want her to stop treating you this way. “Mmm, that's good, because daddy doesn't want you to run either.” She nibbles your neck slightly harder again. “Now, since you’re a good girl for daddy, is it alright if daddy rewards you, baby?” She grins seductively as you nod eagerly. “Good, now, I should start to reward you.” She bites harder, not letting go of your poor, sensitive and sore neck.

“Yes please…” She bites as hard as she can, before letting go. “Oh, that was fun…” She nibbles slightly again, as her eyes remain sparkling. You kiss her hard and filled with lust, you are feeling so incredibly turned on by this. Your heart is starting to beat harder. She smirks and bites slightly again. “Is my little baby still thirsty?” Her voice remains teasing, as she looks at you seductively. You nod frantically, biting your bottom lip. “Good, daddy will take care of that, just wait.” She chuckles softly, as she presses her body against yours, rubbing herself on you and your crotch only protected by your underwear.

“You just have to be a good girl for daddy, you can do that, right, baby?” You nod again. She grins happy. “Alright then, be daddy’s good girl and I'll take care of all that thirstiness.” She bites even harder, not letting go of your skin.

“Ow…” You wince a bit in pain. She notices your reaction to her bite. “Oops, did I bite too hard?” She stares into your eyes, speaking in a sarcastically teasing tone. “Maybe I'll just bite you more.” She says with a serious face looking you dead in the eyes.

“No more please…” Your eyes were tearing up from the last bite. “Are you sure? baby… I know you want me. I can tell from your reactions, now, be a good girl and let daddy bite you more.” You look at her with puppy eyes. Her eyes sparkle as she sees your adorable expression. She smiles seductively. “aww, you must really want it, right?” She bites your lip again. “Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“i….” You hesitate a bit at first. “Oh, is daddy’s little girl too flustered to say what she wants?” She chuckles, before nibbling your lower lip even harder. You muster the courage to speak up. “I…. I want you to hurt me…” You say blushing and embarrassed that you like the sensation of being hurt. “awww, so my little baby does want to be punished…” She grins seductively, before nibbling your lip even harder, she just can't help herself. “Now, I shall do as you wish…”

“Thank you daddy.” You look up at her. “Thank you, baby… for letting daddy punish you” She grins seductively, as she moves even closer to your face. “Oh, daddy likes this alot… you want me to punish you harder?”

“You can spank me…” Your face is bright red at this point. “Ohh, is that so baby?” Her eyes remain sparkling, as she bites her lower lip in excitement, yet again looking at your adorable face. “mm, but i don't want to hurt you that much, you know? Daddy still needs you to be a good girl after all…”

“I like the pain….” You finally admit to her, speaking quietly. “Oh? if that's what my little baby wants.” She smirks seductively. “Baby, maybe I should go harder then.” She suddenly put her hand around your neck. She squeezes it gently. “There we go…Are you enjoying this, baby?”

“Very much daddy.” You say as she continues, not letting go. “Oh, I'm so glad that you’re enjoying this, baby…” Her grip on your neck tightens. “I love when you choke me.” You say looking into her eyes. Her own eyes sparkle, as a dark grin appears on her face. “mm, does my little baby want daddy to choke her?” Her grip tightens harder still, as she bites your lip again. You nod looking at her still, not being able to move. “Alright then.” She grins seductively, as she squeezes your soft skin harder. She lets go of your lips so you can speak. “ What was that, baby?”

You gasp for air as she chokes you. “Did I make my little baby run out of air?” She smiles as she tightens her grip more, and leans in again. “Would you like me to keep choking you?”

“Yes daddy…” You managed to whisper with difficulty. “Awww, that's good baby, daddy will keep choking you then.” Her eyes sparkle, while she holds you tightly. She grins, as she chokes you harder. “Does daddy’s little baby enjoy being choked…?” You can only nod and so you do, looking her in the eyes, with those intoxicating green eyes of hers gazing right back. “mmm.. maybe i should keep choking you harder then…” Her grip tightens even more, making it hard for you to breathe now. She smiled mischievously. “Oh, you really do enjoy this, don't you baby…?” Your mind is starting to go blank as she keeps going.

“Ah, ah, baby, can you still breathe?” She tightens her grip on your neck even more, her face still full of seductiveness and playfulness. Her grip remains on your neck, her eyes get darker as she looks down at you. “Oh, I'm sure I could choke you harder, but are you really ready for that, baby?” Her voice still sounds teasing, as her mouth forms a slight grin, and her grip tightens yet again.

“I'm ready…” You say with a lot of difficulty. "Oh, you want more? Alright baby…" Her grip is now very tight, you're about to lose consciousness. Her eyes shine as a certain darkness starts to take over them, and her voice is more dominant now. “Daddy is going to keep choking you, until you beg me to stop…”

“It's too much daddy…” You whisper as you put your hands on hers trying to take them off your neck. “Oh, trying to make it stop, baby?” Her grip remains tight, as she holds you in place. Ellie is straddling you now with her right hand still on your neck.

“Well, daddy isn't going to let you stop this, he's enjoying it too much to stop…” She smirks, while holding both her hands to your neck now, not letting you go. “Please…” You say just mouthing the words at this point. "Asking daddy to stop? I think that's cute, baby." She tightens her grip more, and leans closer to your red face. "Well, I don't think I'll stop just yet…" Her grip is very tight now, as she stares at you, with that darkness still in her eyes. Your body starts to go limp. She looks surprised, but quickly starts to grin. “Hmm, looks like baby is having some trouble now…” Her grip on your neck remains tight, but she doesn't seem to worry much. “Maybe this baby needs a bit of a wake up kiss?”

“Please…” You say with your last breath. “Oh, I guess baby is going to pass out now… daddy’s gonna have to wake you up then…” She leans down, before kissing you deeply on the lips. She still remains holding you on your neck, her grip still tight as can be. You can't breathe right now and her eyes go even darker. “Oh, baby really can't breathe right now..” She tightens her grip on your neck even more, not caring much if you're choking or not. Her voice remains teasing, she grins and kisses you again.

You start to lose consciousness. She chuckles, as her grip remains tight. It's too good for her to stop, she loves being in control of you. “Ah, baby is passing out now…” She continues to kiss you deeply, not letting go of your neck, and her teeth sink into your lower lip, as she pulls you closer. You are almost passed out. She looks at you with evil in her eyes, as the grip on your neck remains tight. “Oh, baby passed out, she must really like this if she's losing consciousness…” Her eyes sparkle, as she glances you up and down.

“hmmmm… Daddy might have to do something to wake her up…” She loosens her grip only a little bit. She holds you still, as her eyes show that darkness inside her. “Daddy likes this, baby… so he won't be letting you wake up yet.” She looks at you seductively, her teeth sinking into your lower lip again. “Oh, baby is so cute when she's passed out…” You start breathing very shallowly as she's starting to loosen the pressure on your precious neck up a bit. “Ah, baby’s breath is coming back now…” She loosens her grip slightly more. “But daddy can't let you wake up just yet, baby has been a bad girl after all…” She smirks, as her eyes remain dark.

“Maybe daddy should keep punishing you a little longer, baby?” She asks, looking at you expecting a response from you.

“Please stop daddy…” You say, you were trying really hard to breathe.

“Oh, I guess baby wants this to stop…?” She loosens her grip a bit more, but doesnt seem ready to let you go. “I think the punishment can stop now, daddy had fun playing with his toy…” Her voice remains teasing, as she continues to hold you tightly.

“Thank you daddy…” You say trying to catch your breath.

“You’re welcome, baby, you didn't need to thank me.” She smiles seductively. “Now, daddy wants to know, what should I reward you with, baby?” She asks you as the darkness disappears from her eyes and is replaced by love.

“Can I have some cuddles?” You ask with tears in your eyes. “Oh, yes, of course, baby… Daddy is not cruel, he wouldn't just punish you without an award. You can have all the cuddles your heart desires now.” She smiles, as she lets go of you and instead lays next to you, holding you gently. “There you go, baby, daddy has given you cuddles.”

“Thank you daddy.” You say as you nuzzle into her embrace.

“Of course, baby… Daddy isn't cruel you know…” She smiles as she runs her fingers through your hair. “Now, baby should go take a rest, that punishment was pretty tiring, wasn't it?”

“It was, daddy…” You look at her with wet eyes still. “Oh, I'm sure it must have been tiring for baby… well, daddy didn't realize that, so baby has my apologies.'' She chuckles, and leans in and kisses your forehead. “I think baby really wants more cuddles…” She gives you a soft smile, as she kisses your cheek softly. You nuzzle into her chest. She pulls you closer so her lips gently rest on your ear as she whispers softly. “You can sleep, baby…” Her warm chest presses against you and you feel like you are in the safest place in the world. “Thank you….” You start to fall asleep. “Oh, baby fell asleep.” She smiles as you nuzzle her chest. “Well, daddy isn't tired, maybe baby wants to keep cuddling?” Her voice remains teasing. “Baby can keep sleeping if she wishes.” She moves her head so she can kiss your forehead and holds you as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up a few hours later, feeling much calmer and more relaxed. You find Ellie leaning on your chest now. Her lips are close to yours. “Oh, baby is awake now… well, I guess it was a bit too tiring for daddy to handle too…” She smiles seductively, as she whispers softly into your ear.

“Hi daddy.” You say smiling at her. opening your eyes a bit more.

“Hello, baby.” She smiles seductively, as she strokes your hair gently. “Did daddy’s punishment leave you tired, baby?” Her voice remains teasing.

“A bit…” You yawn as you stretch.

“Ahh, well, daddy must make it up for you somehow” She smiles, and rubs your chest softly. “Now, baby wants more of daddy’s cuddles…” She strokes her fingers slowly along your hair, while her other hand rests on your chest.

“Yes please…” You lean on Ellie. “Alright then, daddy gives you cuddles.” Her voice is still teasing and seducing. She rubs her hands gently down your hair, before placing them on your neck lightly. She smiles as she stares at you. “You can get as many cuddles as you want…” You hug her tight as she says that. “Aw, baby wants to hug daddy?” She smiles as she pulls you closer and hugs you tightly. She giggles lightly, before kissing your cheek. “Baby really needs daddy’s love now, huh?” You nod looking up at her face with an adorable facial expression almost like a little kid.

“That's good to know… baby needs a lot of daddy’s love then.” She kisses your cheek again. “You can even get those hugs whenever you want.”

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper into her hug. “You’re welcome baby, daddy is always going to give you his love.” She kisses your cheek again and caresses her fingers through your hair. “There, baby’s got all of daddy’s love now…” You and Ellie were still laying in bed together. You really like having her by your side. “So, what does daddy’s little girl want to do now?”

“I dont know..” You say still a bit tired from before.

“Well, daddy’s little girl will have to choose. because daddy’s little baby can have anything she wishes right now…” She bites her bottom lip lightly. “Just tell me, what does daddy’s little baby want…?”

“Hum…” You start thinking. “That's it, baby? Just ‘hum’?” Her voice is suddenly full of sass, as she glances at you. “Daddy was expecting a little bit more, baby… are you saying you don't want daddy’s love now?”

You kiss her, smiling as you wrap your arms around her. She chuckles, as she kisses back. “Oh, someone finally decided what they want.” Her kisses become longer and more passionate. “But, just know, whatever daddy gives baby, it's not enough.” She continues to kiss you passionately. “You deserve the world, babygirl…”.

You continue to make out with her energetically. Her kisses become more passionate, as she grabs you. Her lips slide to your neck, as she gently bites it. “Baby, I think daddy wants more from you now….” She chuckles, as her teeth dig into your neck slightly.

“What daddy?” You ask her innocently.

“Baby, you should know what daddy wants by now.” She smiles, before she bites your neck again. “Do I really need to say it out loud for you, baby…?” Her voice is full of sass and playfulness.

“But I don't know daddy…” You say playfully looking at her, knowing exactly what she's referring to.

“Oh, baby, you know full well that daddy wants to keep making out with his little girl.” She caresses your hair, before she bites your neck again. “I thought you really wanted more from daddy…” Her teeth dig in a bit deeper now.

“I do… I want more than making out…” You say as you feel your face blushing. “Oh? Baby wishes to go further than making out?” She chuckles lightly. “Then I guess daddy shall give her more…”

She pulls you in for another passionate kiss. Her lips slide to your neck, as her teeth dig into it once again. She looks very seductively at you, as her voice remains full of sass. “Daddy would like a little favor in return…”

“Yes daddy?” You ask as she bites you again on your neck that's full of bruises and bite marks at this point.

“Good, baby, daddy didn't expect anything less.” She kisses your neck, before speaking again. “Hmm, what does baby think she has that daddy wants?” Her jaw tightens, as she looks at you. “Oh, maybe, it’s your lips?” She licks her lips before speaking again, as she glances down at you. “Well, baby shall get more from daddy…”

You look into her eyes. Her eyes sparkle now, as she gazes deeply into yours. “Oh, daddy’s little girl wants to have a staring contest? That’s cute…” She seems to enjoy this, her jaw remaining tight. “I don't think baby can win this staring contest though, her eyes don't sparkle as much as daddy’s after all…” Her voice is filled with sass still.

“Yes they do!” You say nudging her softly. “Hmm, do they really?” Her eyes continue to sparkle, as she still stares at you seductively. “Maybe baby is trying to trick daddy, but that won't work.” Her jaw remains tight, as she leans closer to you.

“No cheating.” You say looking at her playfully. “Well, baby, you still won't win anyway, daddy is just too good at this game, baby can't even last 5 seconds against him. ” She chuckles now, as she looks down at you.

“I'm gonna win, you'll see!” You tell her playfully but with a competitive look on your eyes.

“Hmm, baby is pretty confident… daddy does like that about you…” Her jaw tightens, as she still stares at you. “Well, daddy will just watch you and wait… not like you will manage to outstare daddy.” She smirks sarcastically.

“If I tickle you, you lose!” You exclaim sounding like a little kid.

“Oh, is that baby’s strategy? Tickle daddy?” She chuckles, still looking at you. “Daddy doesnt think baby is going to be able to tickle him, let alone make him laugh.” She sighs, as she continues to stare seductively at you. “You’re gonna have to try harder to win, baby…”

You start tickling her and she laughs slightly, as she tries to pull away from you. “Ohhhh, baby’s trying to tickle daddy?” She begins to laugh, as you continue to tickle her. “Oh, stop, baby! hahahaha…” She seems to be ticklish, and starts laughing more.

“You laughed! I win daddy!” You say, very excited. “Ah, I guess I lost.” She chuckles softly, as you stop tickling her. “Well, I guess it’s time for baby to fulfill daddy’s wish… Her jaw is still tight, as she grins seductively. “Will baby still give daddy that special gift?”

“Maybe…” You say teasingly. “Well, that ‘maybe’ won't do, baby girl…” She looks at you seductively. “Daddy still expects baby to give him that special gift…”

“And what is it you want?” You ask her, smiling. You know what she wants full well.

“Well, baby should know by now… daddy has already made it clear to her.” She looks at you seductively. “So now daddy can't be the one to speak first, baby.” Her voice remains teasing. “I suppose baby is just a bit shy to say it, huh?” You blush thinking about it.

Her eyes sparkle with the blush on your face appearing. “Oh, baby’s blushing now…” Her voice is slightly more teasing. “Well, baby needs to say what daddy wants…” She smirks softly. “Unless baby is a liar, and she doesn't want to give daddy that special gift after all.” Her tone is slightly more playful. “Daddy doesnt think baby would lie to him, would she?”

“I'm not a liar!” You say with a pout as you cross your arms.

“Good, baby, daddy didn't think you would be lying.” Her jaw is still tight. “So, baby was just a bit shy to say what daddy wanted?” She smirks softly, “Well, daddy understands why baby was shy to say it, it's a rather… naughty thing to say, isn't it?” You nod blushing even more. Her eyes sparkled once again. “Oh, look at that cute blush on my baby’s face.” She tilts her head, as she runs her fingers down your hair. “Hmm, baby looks so adorable when she’s blushing.” Her voice remains teasing and seductively playfull. “Well, daddy still wants to hear it from baby… is baby going to tell daddy, or is she still shy?”

You look at her shyly. “For me to get on my knees?…” You look away from her eyes.

“Well, do I need to ask more than once?” Her eyes sparkle, as her voice remains teasing. You kneel on the floor in front of her. She sits up slowly, and strokes your hair as you kneel before her. “Oh, baby looks so adorable when she’s on her knees…”

“Well… baby did what daddy wanted, so now daddy shall give her what she wants…” She talks in a calm tone as she strokes your hair still.

“I don’t know what I want daddy….” You say shyly looking at the ground. “Hmm, baby doesn't know what she wants? Well… Daddy has a few ideas for you…” She smirks slightly. “Daddy knows baby wants to keep being on her knees, so baby shall stay like that…” She runs her fingers along your skin now. “Don't worry, you shall get everything daddy wants to give you… but for now, baby’s just gonna stay on her knees.”

“Yes daddy.” You sit very still, just like she commands you. “That's it baby, daddy likes to see you stay on your knees, and not moving, just waiting for me.” She strokes your hair again, as her lips slide to your neck. “Baby is only going to get more from daddy if her good behavior continues…” Her voice is still teasing the whole time. You don't move. Not one muscle.

“Good, baby should learn to listen better when daddy tells her to do something.” She bites your neck again. “Daddy has a reward in a bit, but baby needs to stay still and wait for it, baby can't move an inch, understood?…Or else, daddy has to punish baby…” You still don't move as she ordered. She lets go of your hair now, as she grabs your chin. “Good girl… daddy likes it when baby behaves well.” Her voice becomes more sultry and demanding. “Now, maybe daddy shall give baby a reward, hmm… baby looks so adorable when she’s on her knees…” She rubs her thumb gently on your lips. “Maybe daddy shall let baby be his good girl now.” You nod, smiling up at Ellie in anticipation.

“That's baby’s way of saying ‘yes’ to daddy? Good girl, baby is learning how to talk back to her daddy.” She smiles softly, as her other hand runs down your hair. “How about… daddy puts a collar on you, so you’ll learn to behave properly…” She strokes your hair gently. Your eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Oh, I guess I hit the spot, didn't i?” Her eyes look at you seductively. “Well, it’s a good thing daddy and baby now have an understanding. so, baby is willing to be daddy’s good girl, right?”

“Yes daddy!” You grin happily.

“That’s my baby, you’re so adorable…” She smirks seductively. “So baby would like to be daddy’s good girl then?”

“Yes please daddy.” You say looking up at Ellie.

“Baby shall be his good girl now, baby deserves that collar for her good behavior.” She reaches over to her bedside table, and puts on a pink collar on you as you kneel before her. “This collar means you’ll always be daddy’s good girl, baby. Daddy will always hold the leash to your collar, that way, daddy’s good girl will always hear his voice, even if you can’t see daddy…”

“Yes daddy, anything you say.” You genuinely love being treated this way. It makes you feel loved and cared for. You don't really know how to explain it.

“Oh, so, baby is going to listen to daddy? She’s going to always hold daddy’s voice close, even if daddy is not near?” Her voice is still trying to seduce you. “Well, daddy is quite happy to hear that, baby is so obedient…” You look at her with love in your eyes as she ties the collar around your neck gently.

“Oh, look how pretty this collar is on you!” She looks at you so happy. “Daddy’s good girl looks even more adorable with a collar around her beautiful neck.” Her voice remains teasing and seductively sounding.

“Thank you daddy!” You're so proud to be her girl and for the collar she just gave you.

“Oh, you're so welcome baby, and daddy is quite happy to have his own good girl who listens to everything he says.” Her voice remains teasing. “Well, daddy is sure his good girl wants more rewards…”

“Does daddy want me to crawl for him?” You ask her, feeling good about yourself and how she's looking at you.

“Oh, daddy would love to see his good girl crawl for him….” She chuckles looking down at you.

“Why? So you can learn to behave when daddy isn't nearby?” Her voice is still teasing and sultry. You nod smiling up at Ellie. “Well, daddy’s good girl shall crawl for him now.” She smirks seductively. “If baby does this well, daddy shall give her more rewards.”

You follow Ellie crawling on all fours behind her, being led by the leash. She reaches over to you, and pulls you closer to her face. “Oh my… such a good girl, baby is following behind me.” She strokes your hair. You close your eyes as she caresses you.

“This could be the start of baby’s reward, if daddy gets impressed, then maybe baby will get more, just maybe…” Her voice remains teasing. You continue with your eyes closed as she strokes your hair, making you feel like you're hers and hers alone.

“Oh, I see my beautiful girl likes my touch.” She chuckles softly. “Keep crawling behind daddy a bit more, baby shall get more if she’s being a good girl…”

“Yes daddy.” You continue doing as she says. She looks back and sees you still crawling behind her.

“My baby is so obedient…” She strokes your hair again, and reaches over to pat your head. “Well, daddy wants to give baby a small reward for being a good girl.” You kneel waiting, looking at her. She pulls you closer, as she stares at you seductively. “That's it, baby, you’re doing such a good job for daddy.” Her eyes remain sparkling as she looks at your body. “Well, daddy can see you trying your best.” She continues to stroke your hair as she speaks. “But, you’re still gonna stay on your knees, baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You stop and look at the ground. “Oh, daddy is so glad to hear that, baby seems to always listen to him…” She looks lovingly in your eyes, holding your chin softly. “Maybe this is just another step in daddy making his good girl more and more obedient to him.”

“I love my daddy.” You say this looking into her eyes. “And daddy loves his good girl.” Her voice seems to be getting softer and more loving. “Daddy will always give his good girl all that she needs, when baby deserves it.”

“Thank you.” She leans back slightly now, as she strokes your hair. “Now, baby is going to listen to daddy when daddy needs, right?” You nod in compliance.

“That's how I like to hear it from my good girl…” Her voice is very seducing and sweet. “You’re quite loyal to daddy, and daddy likes that.” She continues to stroke your hair, as she gazes upon you gently.

“I'll always be loyal to you daddy.” You say with closed eyes as she pets you. She leans in close, and hugs you tightly. “Daddy is happy with his good girl, because daddy just wants what’s best for her, in return, daddy will always protect and give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Thank you, for protecting me daddy.” You thank her softly and sweetly, as you hug her back. “Oh, daddy is only doing the minimum for such a good girl like you.” She smiles softly. “Baby will always be safe, nothing will ever harm baby ever again.” Her voice is still sweet. “And daddy will always make sure baby gets all that she wants.”

“All I want is to make you happy.” You say lovingly while looking at her.

“Well, baby is always making daddy happy, so I guess she already has what she wants.” She smirks slightly now. “Well, daddy’s still gonna give you more.” She strokes your hair again as she speaks, her voice remains loving. She gazes upon your face, as she smiles. “Daddy has one more reward in mind, baby might like this…” She whispers softly now. “Would baby be okay if daddy were to.. touch her now?” You nod, smiling excitedly, almost jumping slightly at the mention of her touching you. “Oh, baby’s so adorable when excited.” She smiles softly. Her voice is still sweet. “Well, baby’s going to be very happy with daddy’s touch.” She leans in closer. “Daddy's going to treat you extra well, baby.”

“I can't wait daddy!” You say as you close your hands into light fists and wiggle them excitedly below your chin.

“Well, daddy is gonna give you all of his love and attention, baby is gonna be daddy’s special good girl.” She whispers. “And daddy’s gonna make it all worth it for you, so baby better prepare herself.” Her voice in your ear makes you shiver.

“Well, daddy’s going to start touching baby now, baby better be ready for her reward…” She leans in close. “And maybe baby will love what daddy does to her…” Your eyes are sparkling as she speaks. “Oh, my baby looks so happy, that’s how daddy likes to see her.” Her voice is still seductive as she looks you in the eyes.

“But baby might want to be calm for what’s to happen… baby might get a big surprise when daddy touches her…” She looks you up and down and takes off your t-shirt, to admire your body in the underwear she chose for you to wear today. A pink matching set. The same colour as your collar.

“Yes daddy.” You wait for Ellie to start moving.

“Alright, baby will just have to wait.” She smiles, as her jaw tightens. “Daddy’s gonna touch baby now…” She moves her body slowly closer to you.

“Where?” You ask innocently. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you up as her body presses close to yours.

“Well, daddy is going to start with your cute face…” She boops your nose cutely as she whispers gently and seductively. “Daddy is gonna give baby extra love, baby is very lucky to have daddy…”

“I really am lucky to have you daddy.” She kisses your cheek softly. “Well, Daddy always makes sure his good girl is loved and cared for.” She smirks, as her lips trail to your neck now. “Baby is gonna get so much from daddy…”

You kiss her sweetly and wrap your arms around her. She smiles as she kisses you back, her lips trail back to your neck.

“Yes, daddy will give baby even more than she could ever ask for… Daddy just wants the best for his good girl.” Her voice is teasing and seductive. You start feeling very excited. She starts touching your arm with the tips of her fingers lightly, making you shiver.

“Oh, daddy’s good girl seems to be enjoying this…” She bites your neck slightly. “Maybe daddy should keep going then… Just to see how much baby likes it…” Her fingers continue tracing your skin, now on your neck and chest. “This is just only a little bit, baby, daddy wants to give you more but.. baby has to be a good girl and stay still.” She gets up and looks at you with a serious look on her face and you sit still waiting for her to come back. She opens your dresser drawer and takes out your favorite vibrator. It's a pink small machine you use when Ellie can't be with you and you really want to feel good. She gave it to you as a gift for those times. You blush as soon as you see it in her hand and she starts walking back to the bed and sits next to you.

“Baby is behaving so well…” She bites her bottom lip slightly. “Maybe baby does deserve more… Daddy shall give baby the reward she deserves, baby has been such a good girl…” She touches you lightly with it. She's smiling mischievously as she does this. She lays you down on the bed slowly with your back to the mattress and holds one of your legs open. Then she starts trailing the object around your inner thigh very close to your pink panties. “Ready for more, baby?…” You nod, blushing even more as she touches you. “Good… Daddy will make you feel so good…” She presses it to your clothed pussy and you feel your panties start getting wet. You are feeling butterflies as she looks down at you in the eyes as she moves the vibrator still turned off. A few seconds later you can feel her pressing the button and it starts vibrating. As soon as it starts you let out a moan that made Ellie's eyes shine even brighter than they already were. “Feels good, doesn't it baby?” She asks not taking her eyes off of yours. She wants to see your every reaction to what she is doing. You nod frantically as you bite your bottom lip and start tugging at the sheets. Her other hand is gently stroking your hair. “Daddy is gonna move more now okay?” She says as she starts moving the vibrator in small circles over your clothed sensitive clit. You start moaning and every sound you make is music to her ears. “Baby’s gonna get more…” She breathes softly now. “But this is the most daddy can give baby for now though, baby still has to earn her rewards…” Her voice remains teasing, as she looks at you, eyes filled with lust. “Maybe baby deserves even more, but she will have to be extremely good for daddy to let her have it…”

“I'll be good daddy, please don't stop now…” You plead her with puppy eyes but she doesn't budge. “Beg more baby, let daddy hear that sweet voice of yours begging him for more…” She stops moving the vibrator but it's still pressed against your clit. “Please daddy, please, please don't stop now, I want you to make me feel good…” Her eyes shine as she hears you and starts moving it once again. You moan looking back at her and give her a gentle kiss. “That's my good girl…” She smiles as she continues her movements. She turns it off for a second and you whine from the lack of stimuli. She sits back up and gets in between your legs. She slowly brings her hands up to your inner thighs making you shiver. As she reaches your pussy and massages it gently, she feels your wet underwear. “Oh would you look at that… My baby is so excited already…” She pushes your panties to the side and touches you with her slender and skilled fingers and smiles at you, right as she feels your wetness. She starts moving them up and down your folds slowly teasing you. You moan quietly as she does this.

A few seconds later her wet fingers found their way to your swollen clit and started gently rubbing it, making you moan much louder. She continues for a minute or two before slowly stopping and taking her fingers off of you. She then brings them up to your mouth. “Open up baby… Suck daddy's fingers just like a good girl does…” You do as she says and open your mouth as she places her index and middle fingers on your tongue for you to suck them clean. She pushes them deeper into your throat making you tear up as you were about to gag. “ Good girl baby…” She is smiling, biting her bottom lip as she watches you do this. She then starts taking your panties off and picks up the vibrator once more. You blushed even more as you watched her do it.

“Be a good girl and don't move now… or daddy is going to have to punish you, understood?” You nod frantically as she places the object to your wet pussy. It's cold at first which makes you shiver but you don’t move. She smirks as she starts moving between your folds, so the object gets lubricated and when you least expect it she turns it on. It's the lowest setting but you slightly jump up as you feel it. “Don't move baby, be a good girl for daddy.” She says with a darkness spreading across her eyes. “Yes daddy…” You respond trying not to move anymore. She moves the vibrator up to your throbbing clit and you start moaning almost instantly. She chuckles to see you in the state you are right now. She's getting drunk on your sweet moans.“Oh, baby’s being loud for daddy…” She leans down and presses her lips on yours, continuing to stimulate you. You moan into the kiss and Ellie is going crazy to the sound of your voice. With her other hand she starts collecting your slick in her fingers. “So wet for daddy, such a beautiful girl I have…” She gets them lubricated from your love juices and starts slowly prodding at your hole as the vibrator is still on your clit. She starts fingering you and you can't help but arch your back and try to close your legs but Ellie holds them open for her viewing. She loves the way your pussy swallows her fingers so well. “Fuck baby… look at that….” She starts feeling her own boxers getting wet from looking at you, she really wants to touch herself, but she wants to make you cum more. She can't help licking her lips and biting her bottom one.

You are starting to feel that familiar knot form in your belly as the pleasure keeps getting more intense and your moans show it. With the vibrator on your clit and her fingers inside you you are gonna cum in no time. Ellie knows this and is loving every second of it. “That's it baby, cum on daddy's fingers.. be a good girl and cum for him to taste you…” As you hear her voice it is as if your body responds by itself and you feel your orgasm brewing and quickly wash over you as your mind is starting to go blank from all the pleasure she's providing you right now. She doesnt stop though and puts the vibrator in the next setting, making you almost scream her name for all the neighbors to hear. “Good girl baby… Take what daddy gives you and don't complain.”

You cum on her fingers as she continues her actions. You start feeling light headed from all the sensations she's providing you. You never knew you could feel this good. Ellie looks at you with an almost predatory look in her eyes as if you were her prey and she was about to devour you. She starts kissing your soft lips, still not stopping. Her lips trail down to your neck and your chest as she is very slowly starting to stop fingering you. She brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks every last drop of your cum, moaning as she does it. She then moves your bralette to the side to expose your nipples without taking it off because she loves seeing you with it on. She kisses your beautiful breasts gently as she starts to suck on one of them, fondling it. The vibrator is still pressed to your bundle of nerves and you are going crazy to her touch. She sucks harder and nibbles at your sensitive nipples making them poke out. You start feeling goosebumps forming on your skin as you feel her lips trailing down your abdomen, leaving bites and wet kisses as she goes. She turns off the pink machine and massages your clit slowly as if to caress it. Your breath starts getting more even as she calms down a bit. She looks at you with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Is baby having a good time so far? Daddy is not done yet though…”

You look down at her as she speaks to you but you're caught by surprise as you feel her tongue now on your throbbing clit instead of her skilled fingers. You start moaning almost instantaneously and she smirks at your body's reaction. She starts working her magic on you and you feel as if another orgasm is approaching. Ellie cant take it anymore and picks up the vibrator as she brings it down to her own crotch. She turns it on and massages her needy clit as she moans into your own, making you feel the vibrations in her voice. The room is filled by both of your moans and the faint sound of the TV in the background. Ellie looks like a starved woman as she continues eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

She's feeling so good that she doesn't want to stop. She can feel her own orgasm approaching as she moves the vibrator around inside her boxers. As the pressure builds up, she starts moaning louder and her breath starts becoming raged. She sucks your clit as she feels her orgasm wash over her. She's almost humping her own hand which is holding the pink vibrator. “Fuck baby…. Daddy wishes he could cum inside of you… Baby has no idea how much daddy wants that…” She feels her cum on her fingers as she is coming down from her high. She turns off the tiny machine and puts it to the side to be washed later. She puts her hand inside her soaking boxers and collects some of her cum as she looks into your glistening pussy. She wants so bad for her cum to be inside you. Her eyes go dark for a bit as she considers stuffing you with her fingers that are now covered with her own cum. She licks your slit clean from top to bottom with her skilled tongue. Then she brings her cum covered fingers and stuffs you with two, making you gasp as you were not expecting it. You quickly look down and see Ellie with a mischievous smirk as she puts her cum inside you. “Look baby…. Daddys cum is inside you… doesn't it feel nice?” She comes up, her fingers still inside you as she kisses you exploring your mouth with her tongue and you let her. Moaning into the kiss. “Just so you know who you belong to…” She looks into your eyes and brings her hand up to your mouth gesturing for you to open up. She almost makes you gag as she studs her slender fingers down your throat as you taste both of your juices together and nearly get drunk on them. She then slowly pulls them out letting you breathe and kisses you gently.

You both now laid in bed next to each other. You were hugging her and she caressed your smooth hair. “Daddy loves you so much…” She says with her eyes closed and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “And I love you daddy, more than you know…” You two were now about to drift off to sleep as you embraced each other tightly. You never wanted to let go. If it were up to you you'd never leave Ellie’s harms ever again.

The next few days were filled with more moments like this one. You and Ellie were falling hard for each other. She was so proud to have you and to call you hers. She loved everything about you. Your sunny personality, your hair, your eyes, your smile and your cute laugh when she would tell you unfunny dad jokes. She loved your touch and your kisses. She loved being able to get to know you so intimately. She could look at you forever and never get tired. In just a few weeks you turned into the most important person in the world for her. The one she never wanted to lose.

[kaijuree]

intro.

[my beloved partners- @clovergeneral, @tobywizardb]

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[❓] What is to be expected here?

[❗️] I'm an artist & writer, so expect mostly that type of content!

I have a tag system btw!! It's fairly new (except for my art tag) so don't expect there to be much on there.

#☆ kais art! ☆ will be used on art

#asks 💭 will be used on asks (i also have an askbox game thing scroll down)

#kaiju posts will be used on normal posts

flavors of posts

🍃 trotting around! // therian stuff

📓 yearbook! // pictures, images, not art

#roleplaying shenanigans 🌀 will be used on me roleplaying...

#kai yaps will be used on ramblings & lore fun facts

flavors of yapping

🍤 shrimp flavor // lore drops, explainations

🍱 bento flavor // updated lore, changes

🍡dango flavor // fun facts, little bits

🍛 curry flavor // lore with designs, art!

🍙 rice ball flavor // just yapping

#kai stinks!! will be used on vents & rants

#announcement! will be used on, you won't guess what (/sar)- announcements.

flavors of announcements

💬 just a heads up... // minor announcements

🔈 /srs // serious announcements

🔔 reminder! // announcement for lore

#reblog!! will be used on- you guessed it! reblogs.

flavors of reblogs

📂 ooh! // will be used on stuff i find interesting

💌 yay! // will be used on stuff featuring characters i like/love

🎉 yippee! // will be used on reblogging announcements with a /pos tone/context

🗯️ frowns // will be used on reblogging announcements with a /neg tone/context

#📊 poll! will be used on polls

#blorbo posting! (+ an emoji for each character) will be used for me yapping & posting about my blorbos

blorbo tags

blorbo posting! 👻 // ghostwalker phighting...

blorbo posting! 🐍 // DARKHEAR...

There will also be a fair bit of me being silly & rambling. I also try to keep my blog free of political & controversial topics. I do not want to be involved, so please keep it away from here.

Alot of my writing & AU stuff contains sensitive & disturbing topics that may make people uncomfortable. I am a proud horror & angst enjoyer- so I tend to get extreme with it sometimes. So please keep that in mind & be cautious if you're triggered by said things.

Adding onto that, please let me know if you don't want angsty roleplays on my blogs. I rarely ever to fluffy stuff, so if you're uncomfortable or annoyed with it please tell me. I do not pick up on hints about that I am so sorry.

Speaking of my au & stuff, I have some ask box games going on!! Here they are!! (Send me asks pls)

[❓] What are some basic things about yourself?

[❗️] First of all, I am a minor. Please keep NSFW & that gross icky stuff away from me. I am fine with suggestive stuff- & there might be suggestive things here & there.

I go by any & all pronouns!! Please use them interchangeably!! I also prefer to go by gender neutral terms & compliments, but I'm okay with some gendered ones. I really don't care

I go by many names!! Primarily Kai, Kaiju, Hexx, or Hexxagon!! But others include Squid, Beetl, Roxx, & Reed.

I am a pretty private person. I have trust issues & therefore I like having my personal life separate from my online life. This does not mean you cannot ask what I did today or how my day was, but just expect me to be vague &/or hesitant.

I'm autistic!! I don't always understand &/or get things so tone tags would be appreciated. I don't fully understand them myself yet, I'm still learning, so I don't use them all the time! Here is a masterpost/masterlist of tone tags if you have trouble understanding them..

[❓] What are your interests?

[❗️] As of right now, I'm hyperfixated on PHIGHTING! My favorite characters are Darkheart, Ghostwalker, & Subspace in that particular order.

I make a lot of OCs for things I'm obsessing over, & that also means making my own AU & writing my own lore for it! Please ask me about it!! It makes me so happy.

I have an unnamed PHIGHTING! fanon that I'm making/have made with one of my beloved partners, @clovergeneral. I have a community for it!! It's here!!

I also have a lot of original stuff that I probably won't talk about much, but I might share it with you guys when I properly write it. I've shared some things about it so far, & it's called 'Glitch! Trio'. I have a side blog about it, @glitch-trio. They mean sm to me....

As for other interests, I'm also interested in Pokemon, Pokepasta, ULTRAKILL, Regretevator, IHNMAIMS (I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream), Project Moon games (more so Library of Ruina & Lobotomy Corporation), Item Asylum, Mandela Catalogue, The Walten Files (TWF), & Jujutsu Kaisen.

Notable mention. I fucking love keytars. They're so fucking cool I love them.

[❓] What are the rules for this blog?

[❗️] First of all, use common sense. It shouldn't be hard in the first place. Think before you speak or ask, that stuff.

I am a person too. I have a life, goals, feelings, etc. So treat me like a person. I'll respect you, please respect me back.

Basic DNIs. Homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, zoophiles, pedophiles/maps, proshippers, comshippers, anti-furries, anti-therians, or any other creeps. I will block you if I feel like it or if I'm uncomfortable.

Again, please do not bring up political &/or controversial topics. Religion is....okay. I prefer not to speak too much about religious stuff because I myself am an atheist, because I don't know all that much about other religions & I don't want to say anything that will get me in trouble. I respect all religions though.

[❓] What are your other blogs?

[❗️] Here is a masterpost of all my side blogs. I have an addiction to making new blogs to expect the number of them to grow.

[❓] What else do you do here?

[❗️] I do silly stupid shit, & I also roleplay as characters on this blog because I either haven't made a blog for them yet or I just feel like it. Oh also there's some 'events' that happen.

For example- it's kinda an inside joke between me & my partner Clover but I'm gonna explain it real quick. I was keyboard smashing & I accidentally pressed the British flag emoji (🇬🇧) so I thought it would be funny if I pretended to get 'colonized' so. Sometimes I'll do that & british kai will shitpost.

I'm making a tag for it because it's funny. Uhhh uhhh it's #🇬🇧🇬🇧 GOD BLESS THE QUEEN 🇬🇧🇬🇧 (im so funny haha. im funny right. right guys)

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we should go on a date! i know a great spot: the epic the musical livestream tomorrow night (i wrote this as of 8/28) (im not indoctrinating you into my obsession i swear) (please dont call me a theater gay my partner already does TvT) you can hear calypso go ALL WE COULD WANT HERE ALL WE COULD NEED HERE or telemachus going I KNOW LIFE AND FAITH ARE SCARY BUT I WANNA BE LEGENDARY or even zeus singing. zeus's main song is very zeus btw but god games isnt just zeus's song its a song where he gets his kids and wife to be pit against athena its p cool (APHRODITE YOUR LITTLE HIGH AND MIGHTY ODYSSEUS CLAIMS TO LOVE HIS MOTHER BUT LET HER DIE OF A BROKEN HEART HE WAS BUSY FIGHTING MORE LIKE BUSY SPITING THE CYCLOPS LET HIM FEEL THE PAIN THAT HIS MOTHER FELT AND ROT) augh uh. one sec. lemme actually do smth coherent

EPIC: The Musical is an Odyssey retelling and adaptation made by a young man Jorge "Jay" Rivera-Herrans. It started out during lockdown because he had another musical he was working on but due to COVID restrictions it made him and his then-crew unable to continue working. During COVID, however, he wanted to make another musical. And so, for over four years now, he has been writing, casting, and recording EPIC: The Musical. It is a musical sectioned into sagas, five of which being in the first act and the other four being delegated to the second. There have been six sagas released thus far, with the Wisdom Saga, the seventh saga, being released on Friday, August 30th.

Jay has explicitly stated in his videos about the creative process that he takes heavy inspiration for how he conveys plot points and the like from anime and video games, more heavily the latter as he is attempting with EPIC to create a musical that feels like a video game. The way he does this is by giving each saga a boss battle, each with such powerful music to match. In Poseidon's "Ruthlessness" he preaches to Odysseus the true meaning of this world: ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves, a message that sums up the entire theme of the musical and that is repeated throughout. In Zeus's song titled "Thunderbringer" it repeats his brother's preaching but he didn't explicitly tell him, more showed him by forcing him to choose between making it home to his son and wife--something he said he'd trade the world for in the second song--or saving his crew that had just mutinied moments before. And by the end of the musical, Odysseus has internalized every boss battle and we get to watch him become the final boss from the perspective of those who tried to wrong him and that are getting punished for their actions. By the end of the musical, Odysseus is a heavily changed man and the final song is titled "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again" which is a song to his wife, Penelope. She shows up often in the musical, not often physically, but often pops up because Odysseus proclaims that all he wishes to do is to see his wife and son. Jay assigned each character an instrument, and while I cannot recall each off of the top of my head, Penelope's instrument is a viola. In act two, when we hear the song "Suffering" we can hear something is off because yes this is her voice, but her viola is missing. That minor detail is enough to set off alarm bells in many a fan's head, and it did!

Back to the end of the musical, we get to see a reunion between two lovers, but only after what is a reunion for one and a first meeting for the other--the song between Odysseus and Telemachus, his son. It is one of the most heart-wrenching songs in the musical, just the snippets are enough to move to tears. Odysseus's assigned instrument is a guitar, and for the first time in a while, it is a quiet tune that plays on the guitar used in that song. Just that guitar alone hurts to listen to, at least for me. Anyway, I've waffled on more than enough! Sorry for the ramble, wanted to do something a bit fancier than what i tend to do.

I’m sorry- a date?!

Well- uh- I don’t think we’re THAT close!!!

But… Greek Mythology sounds cool I guess. Even if I’m not really a musical guy. Besides, someone has to look after you, hm?

I GUESS if I have time I might listen…. Only because I don’t have anything to do!

[dianaraven]

👀 👀 👀 tell me about your OCs

SORRY this took me so long to reply to, my brain was occupied with school 😭

ANYWAY, rn i got two Big oc projects that i'm obsessed with

first, is the oldie and goldie who ive talked about before on here. It's called The Makings of Magic (for a while it was under the tag tMoM on my blog but it has gone through so many changes since then that idk how much of that info is accurate)

The main character is Alic (prev Alec or Alexis) and shes the worlds biggest jock! (This is her and her bestie Gray by @lovermyme)

She plays in the minor leagues of a fantasy world sport. The story is about a big magical mystery in-world that the Bad Guys think that she's at the center of (the scars are from magical torture she endures during the course of the series) and she has no idea what is going on (ever). She's a big ol' dumb dumb... think the classic cool jock mc you're used to seeing in fantasy... that's her. She's not afraid of anything, as Gray says, Alic's like when you were a kid and did something dangerous knowing you could get hurt, but did it anyway and did, and thought it was still worth it and want to do it again. Her biggest character trait is being genuine and one of my favorite hobbies is doing crossovers (in my head) with other series where people lie a lot and aren't nice to each other and putting her in there until she annoys them into expressing themselves in appropriate ways (lol get Alic'ed). Anyway, I've had her since I was 10 y/o and I love her <3

Gray: Gray is her bestie and he and Alic are sorta in a qpr (its the best possible way I can explain their relationship). He's the prince of Alic's country and spends all of his time bending his personality to fit others, except for Alic where the two of them can share exactly 1 (one) braincell and cause Problems and i love that for him. He and their other friend Topaz are competency kink together. Him and Alic are asking you what the spanish word for tortilla is.

Topaz: Topaz! My boy! My baby boy! Topaz spends his days spying on other people, and most importantly trying to keep Alic out of trouble. He's the manager of Alic's team after Alic gets him the job by forcing him to be friends with her. He's still learning how to like, be a good friend but he loves Alic and would do anything for her, and eventually comes to love Gray too.

I'm not going to go into the rest of my ocs in this story here cuz we'd be here all day lol, but this is a taste of tMoM

Other series of mine I'm currently obsessed with is a fantasy thief series called Crystal Kingdom, and its MCs are Ziraphir and Leihari

I've never spoken about them here before but babe i gotta be honest im so obsessed with them, and since their series is a trilogy (which leads into a few companions in the world cuz the world is funky) and Alic's series, after over a decade of worldbuilding, is like.... 8, just for the main story, companions aside, that this is probably going to get finished and therefore, published first but Alic & co remains my most favoritest mcs

ANYWAY

Zira: my man... my cringe fail bi loser... my silly rabbit... Ziraphir is the mark. He's a grumpy prince who spends most of his time trying to catch all of the thieves who are constantly trying to rob him (for plot reasons) and its made him grumpy and rude and a little paranoid, but he's still infinitely lovable because.. like.. he's still an okay person despite being cringe fail. Dude's a walking carnival music. He's eating out of the garbage but like with dignity. He's petty and mean and hates everyone (except his bestie). He helps little kids with their homework. He's constantly losing. You know the drill.

Leihari: Girl may or may not be the bane of Ziraphir's existence. He isn't sure yet. She and he also get married at the end of b1 and that comes back to bite Zira. She also may or may not be a thief trying to rob Zira, but one thing is for sure, she's so much cooler than he will ever be. She's loving and caring, and most importantly, constantly winning. She's also petty and mostly pissed at Zira because he doesn't trust her, despite her giving him no reason not to (except that every new person he's met in the past three years has tried to rob him). It's so hard for her because even when Zira does finally fall in love with her, he's still constantly rude to her because he still thinks she's trying to rob him. Their relationship is fraught with tension because Zira, who is a good prince and a kind prince etc, is never actually nice to Leihari who falls in love with him despite herself. But eventually Zira gets over himself, and they get married, and live happily ever after... or do they?

I also have another series the first book of which i wrote for 2020 nano, but haven't started submitting to publishers yet bc it's a duology and I want my first published novel to be a standalone, but it you look up my diana writes stp tag you'll see a bunch of sneak peeks and stuff there, so lightning round cuz i guess i should mention them too: Save the Princess (or StP) is a duology set in a not-historically-accurate ancient israel where dragons are a thing, it's a prince and the pauper retelling

Adina: The prince, in this case. Adina is the opposite of a fantasy mc in the same way that Alic is the embodiment of one. Adina is awkward and constantly wrong, causes her own enemies (sometimes). Very quiet and polite and a little bashful and in no way understands how to use a sword (is actually kinda scared of hers). Adina is a princess whose brother just died suddenly and has no other male relatives able to take the crown and so now instead of preparing to being married off to someone else for a political alliance, she needs to actually learn about her own country and decides the best way to do this is to switch places with

Mara: a commoner who happens to look exactly like Adina, haha how funny crazy and not suspicious at all is that. Mara is angry and secretive and deadpan and the complete opposite of Adina... but she sure does look like her 🤔

Dekeli: Dekeli! My bastard man! Dude is the narrative pisser-off-er of Adina. He brings her out of her shell and is only technically around her because he's blackmailing her. That being said, he's also the only person she can trust. He's a main character in b1 but doesn't show up much in b2 which is very sad and we're all sad about it. He's funky, sarcastic, and likes teasing Adina.

[godza]

hi hi hi another sui hunter update. i finished the kim yul trauma arc... wowwee. that one got to me a bit. i'm glad things went down the way they did i'm happy that kim yul and the director can just like chill in the tower now they deserve it. speaking of chilling in the tower the librarian constellation ?!? well i'm happy for him. tbh i get too attached to minor characters it's a problem. i really liked the scene where we saw how he was hired by the creator of the tower i want to learn more..... it was nice how he decided to become a hunter. the comparison of him watching stories in the library and gongja obsessing over the flame emperor... ough. well it's good that he has normaller less voyeuristic passions now. like coffee. it was cute that his second big request was to get a hold on. a white mocha frappucino venti quadro shot java chip half and half chocolate drizzle. that was silly. raviel and gongja made me teehee like always "i don't know where, but a bitch just touched my wife" iconic. alsooo i just started like the 30s floors arc? it's so funny that gongja is so attached to the goblins and everyone else thinks he's insane. kind of random but it reminded me of the. i don't know if you know that one tbz clip where changmin walks in with the creepy ass doll and keeps calling it cute and gushing over it while chanhee's like WHA... that ain't it. hehe kim gongja is so funny i really really like this novel i am excited to see what happens next. a bit nervous that there's only 20 chs left in the epub now i guess soon i'll have to read on the site? oh well. not my preferred method but i'll do it for kgj. sorry for the long ask. me when the sss class revival hunters

YAYYYYY IM GIGGLING!!!! like maniacally giggling im seriously so happy to talk abt it. hamustras my little guy. and i love how raviel and gongja use the word bitch so much its so cute. AND YEAHHH its exactly that with gongja and changmin. he loves those goblins so much. hows he gonna explain to raviel that they now have thousands of children. and the sites pretty good i turn on safari reader mode for dark mode no ads on my phone. i love the goblin arc despite it being years long. most arcs are humungous in the later chapters tbh. i say later as if we're not only up to 250ish lol

[haitaini]

delirious

about: what kind of yandere are they?

characters: manjiro sano, nahoya kawata, rindou and ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, tetta kisaki, izana kurokawa, kazutora hanemiya.

warnings: yandere (obv), stalking, kidnapping, implied murder, manipulation, blackmail, toxicity in general

tagging: @ultmugi @waskasa @bajisbabe @raizelswitch

minors dont interact, dark content ahead

DEPENDENT TYPE.

you’re his whole world, and not in a healthy way. will beg you not to throw him away cause he wouldn’t be able to live without you, he’ll genuinely feel his will to live leave him, will manipulate and guilt trip you to stay. and you will, cause you know he’ll do crazy shit like go on a murdering spree, killing people youre close to, blaming them for you leaving him.

“you can’t leave me, i already lost everyone and im not going to lose you next,” he gets on his knees in front of you, begging you with tears in his eyes. “how am i gonna live? do you know what’s gonna happen to me when you leave?” he whispers, eyes widening by the second before getting up and tugging you by the collar of your shirt, “i’m gonna fuckin’ die, and it’s gonna be your fault, please stay with me,”

MIKEY + KAZUTORA + IZANA

RESTRAINTS TYPE.

he wants be with you, 24/7, not a single minute passing by without him spending it with you. he saw you once, and he wanted to make you all his, just for him. his little cutie that’s there for them whenever he needs them, thats you. so he kidnaps you, locks you in his room and ties you up to his bed, so he can come back home to you waiting all prettily on his bed, dried tears on your face, physically unable to cry again.

you only wanted to help, thats all. you saw his wallet falling off his pocket, and you run to him and pick it up, tapping his shoulder and smiling at him. “hey! sorry to interrupt but you dropped your wallet,” his eyebrows raised, eyes quickly scanning you and his face immediately softens at your smile. he’s obsessed. he wants you, he wants you all to himself and no one else’s. that’s why he did all the research he needed about you and decided to make you his. he kidnaps you from your own house, bringing you back to his house, tying you up on his bed. “finally! arent you excited baby?” he smiles, blush dusting his face as he strokes your hair with your fingers. “we’re gonna be together forever! you won’t ever leave me.”

SANZU + KISAKI

TRAINING TYPE.

he uses a reward system on you to shape you into whatever he wants. he’s manipulative, and you’re just so easy to shape. he takes advantage of the “love” you have for him and he turns you into something that satisfies his obsession. this can also come under the restraint type, they’d let you go for a day, a couple of doors unlocked for you while watching you with a hidden camera to see if you’re all good for him, and if you were he’d reward you so well. and you, deeply brainwashed by his manipulation, get super excited over the fact that he’s rewarding you after weeks of training and punishment.

“oh baby, i just got home and realized that i left a couple of doors open,” he walks into the room, spotting you on his bed with his pillow between your arms, just laying down. you immediately get up at the sound of his voice before you let out a small smile. “oh.. i didn’t know,” you mumble and he’d chuckle at you. “mm i know, you were so good for me today weren’t you? staying in the room the entire day waiting for me, hm?” you nod, completely brainwashed from the weeks of his words and manipulation, training you like a dog. “what a good pup you are, you deserve a reward,” he says and sits next to you, taking his phone out and giving it to you. “you can order whatever clothes you want baby, you deserve it.”

SANZU + RAN + NAHOYA

LONELINESS INDUCTION TYPE.

hes a scumbag. the type to forcefully make you want to want him, or need him even. the type to get your attention using fucked up shit, for the sole purpose of your attention being on him and him only. kind of similar to the dependent type, but the opposite. he wants You to be dependent on him and he’s gonna do whatever it takes to make it happen. whether its by spreading rumors about you to everyone, blackmailing you, even fucking your mentality up just for your attention.

you look at him with tears in your eyes, fists clenching on his shirt. “you said you’d stop cheating on me if i didnt meet (name),” you let out, throat all choked up from frustration. “i stopped meeting him, what more do you want?” he chuckles and brings a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, blood filled with euphoria as he see’s you all desperate for his attention and his alone. “awe, baby you know i’m already yours,” he grins, looking at your eyes welling up tears again. “you’re so dumb for thinking any of the other bitches matter to me, you’re the only one i love,”

HANMA + RINDOU

[mineogi]

Caught in Time. | P.S.H

pairing: yan-vampire! seonghwa x f! reader

word count: 8.8k

genre: vampire au, non-idol, yandere au, smut/oneshot.

synopsis: You always feel those eyes watching you, the same ones that terrorizes your sleep and mind daily. They always follow you wherever you go. No matter how many times you told yourself you’re paranoid. You knew deep down that it was only a matter of time until you’re face to face with the person who has been tormenting you . You wonder though—How much time do you really have until then?

warning; smut (oral, penetration.) , oral (f), pussy slapping,, tit slapping, overstimulation, orgasm control, degradation, mind break, dumbification,  multiple orgasm, praise, stockholm syndrome, DUBCON, mind control ? , creampie,raw sex, blood & gore, blood play, seonghwa is obsessed and crazy, choking  housenapping (kidnapping?)minor character death, murder, headless scene in here, mentions of vomit, light talk on vampire, name calling, dirty talk/foul language, squirting , 18+ talk, angst, heavy stalking, messy, light dacryphilia moment, seonghwa is delusional, dom seonghwa, sub reader, nightmares, forced relationship, forced everything. This is filth. praising. Im going over this to proof read and i’ll reput new warning bc i feel there’s more T^T

A/N: a day late again >< but i hope you guys enjoy this one!! i feel very much dirty after this. somewhat proof read so BEWARE there may be a lot mistakes or misspells i’ll fix it tonight… i might do a pt of this of when you wear the red babydoll ;) after the series ofc..also san i’m so sorry v_v.

songs to listen to:

little dark age- MGMT

until i bleed out: The Weeknd.

It’s freezing, and it was night.

The red babydoll you wore never felt so thin. It was always the same. Same skimpy lingerie, same trees, same abandoned road but it always seems new. You can never remember how you ended up here or that you've been here before and if you did remember your body never made you feel that way it always seems to send chills down your spine as it did right now, the cold seeped into your skin making it so much harder to give yourself warmth when all you felt was your own icy fingertips wrapping around you—still hoping to relieve the bitter freezing coldness you were forced to endure.

It felt so real.

Everything felt too real, the road surface stung your bare feet forcing the feeling of walking on piercingcold ice.

Teeth chattering from the coldness and fear you felt. Your eyes dart around frantically trying to figure out where you are and how you ended up here alone. Were you alone?

The road is so long, each end so far from your view you can’t even really tell if there was any end on any side. The road’s accompanied by multiple trees on the side, that look so much larger than what you think trees usually look like on a day to day basis. Trees that seem to go so much deeper into what looks to be an endless forest. This road was so deserted.

You didn’t want to panic additionally at the moment trying to put your worries at ease with rubbing your frozen hands over your arms, still desperately aching for that sense of warmth.

Breathe that you take in and release comes out in white puffs. The air itself is so cold, forcing a dull pain to course throughout your lungs. Your mind screamed at you to find any sort of shelter or warmth but there’s none—the cold is everywhere.

“You look so delicious, precious.”

Turning around your eyes dart everywhere trying to pinpoint the voice to the person—there’s no one.

“Hello? Who's there? Where am I?”It’s stupid to ask so much questions to a total stranger—one you can’t see. Yet what else is there to do in this current situation. You couldn’t think of anything, especially with your brain turning to ice.

“Soon.” He whispers softly, who you don’t know, you have never known.

Wind begins to pick up, forcing trees to sway in the direction and your hair to blow. The wind is blowing so strong you’re surprised you could even hold yourself up at the moment. Cool air freezes your chest and pricks into your delicate human skin. You want it to stop the pain and to finally feel warmth but you aren’t granted anything, only the echoes of your name being called by his familiar voice. Never seeming to remember anything besides his voice. You’re erased of any memory of the nightmares, the clothes, the cold, the area , however you always remember his voice.

“Y/N…Y/N…..”

Red eyes come full speed at you, the feeling one has before their inevitable doom sets into your body. You can’t move a muscle, forced to stand and accept your fate. Fate of what? You don't know, yet.

“Y/N!”  They scream once more when you see the flash of red hit your face.

Gasping loudly your body jumps up before you can react resulting in a loud noise to fill the silent classroom with everyone’s eyes on you. All your paper’s scattered, textbook on the ground alongside your pencil.

“Miss Y/N. Do you think it’s acceptable to sleep during a lecture?” The old professor’s cold eyes lock onto your’s, the heat that hits your cheeks due to the  embarrassment makes you want to jump into a hole and never come out of it.

“U-uh. No no, I’m so sorry. I won't let it happen next time.” Cursing yourself for stuttering you try to clear your voice of any grogginess it had while trying to wake yourself full up.

“Good, I'm glad to hear. Just a reminder Y/N…there might not always be a next time.” His voice run’s cold. You know that voice, the same voice from your nightmares—it’s not your professor's voice.

Before asking you witness your professor’s irise’s turn to a blood dark red, teeth beginning to form two long  fangs. The class stared at you with the same red eyes but each and every single student wore a huge smile displaying all their fangs to you. Some smiles were so wide they ripped through their own flesh causing blood to flow out their mouth then it’ll heal and repeat until pools of blood stood on the classroom floor.

Everything was filled with blood, the smell forcing your eyes to water and your stomach to turn into endless knots.

“This…Th-his isn’t real. What the hell are you guys?” You scream, finding the strength to start banging your hands on the table, tears making their way down your face, tears of fear. You’re reacting out of fear due to a nightmare you can’t distinguish reality anymore.

They don’t answer you, instead they begin to laugh and cheer. Loud claps echoing the classroom, blood splattering from their hands splattering everywhere causing more fear to run through you.

Shrill screams left your lips when you feel two cold hands grab your arms forcing you still. You still thrash in their hold trying to set yourself free from the unknown predator, your panic radar was going off. The feeling felt like a trap that you could not escape. Gasping when you see all your classmates with their red eyes standing above you, all holding pocket watches.

Through your tears and fight to free yourself you’re able to make out two letters forming on the chalkboard.

P.S

“It’s almost time.” Each student begins to chant through the howls of their laughter. Some laughed while others taunted you.

The mantra continues along with your screams, cries, and pleads for them to let you go. The watches dangling above you click with each second of your torture, you don’t know how you hear every single noise but each one sounds louder in your ears. Those strong hands never leave your arms, not when you kick your desk over, not when you fall off your chair instead they pick you up to your feet.

Grip stronger than any of the ones you ever encountered in years of living. Fingers gripping so tightly you wonder how your bone’s haven’t cracked like sticks yet. You fear only heightening when you feel them push you forward to the crowd of hungry crazed looking students. When they get to you, you don’t feel their touch, only coldness.

Screaming loudly you shoot up from your bed, hand over your heart, others gripping your sheets. Eye’s flickering all over your dark room—confused by nightmares and real life you don’t know if what you’re looking at is your mind or reality. It feels real. You don’t feel cold nor hurt besides the pulsing headache.

The air flows through your room letting the cool wind blow your curtains but the cold doesn’t help you one bit instead now you feel hot and sick, throat incredibly dry, sweat coats your skin, hair sticks to your forehead, and your heart begins beating wildly in you chest when you realize you didn’t leave your windows open before you went to sleep.

Nauseous hits you at the thought of someone in your house. You didn't want to check, giving yourself any excuse how this could have happened. Maybe the wind was strong and it blew it open—it had to be. There was no way you wouldn't hear someone in your room opening your windows.

A ring at your doorbell breaks you away from your thoughts. You wonder who’s ringing your doorbell in the middle of the night. Whoever’s at the door doesn’t stop only continuing their rapid ring’s on your bell .

Removing yourself from the bed you look down at yourself seeing your original pajamas letting out a small sigh in relief. The cold floor reminds you of your nightmare and you rush to close the open window, slamming it shut looking around outside to see if you would notice anything out of the ordinary.

Ring. Ring. Ring

Quickly making your way to the front door you wrap yourself in a flimsy cardigan to cover yourself before opening the door. “Hello??”

Peeking your head out you notice no one. No one was there standing there to greet you, only the front lawn of your house.

But, there’s a small package with your name on it when you look down, it’s red and gold with a bow—it’s more of a present than a package you would say . Picking it up you take it inside slamming your door more harder than you expected but the feeling of being outside was more than enough to freak you out internally and this weird package was given to you.

Who knows what it could be? A bomb? A tracker?

You already suspected having a stalker with the glimpse of shadows behind you, the feeling of being watched was with you 24/7. It felt tiring to always feel watched, you can’t do anything without the thought of them watching you, someone watching you and you have no clue who.

When you woke up you felt them watching you, you brushed your teeth, used the bathroom, showered in a rush to stop the chills always creeping up on you when you feel that stare on you when you’re naked. It feels so much more intense. At lunch you felt them watching you eat until you couldn’t stand it and left on an empty stomach to do your daily errands, you always made yourself do something to distract you.

Trying to shake the fear off of you, you open the lid of trying to see what kind of sick joke this was. When the sight of a red thin piece of clothing drains all color from your face. There was no way this could be possible, only you knew what it would be. This has to be another nightmare.

Yanking the red babydoll out you feel the texture and the cold. It’s exactly the same. You want this to be a nightmare so badly now, not wanting to face the reality of your nightmare coming true. Grabbing  the note placed on top you read the message left for you with a terrible pit in your stomach.

‘You would look marvelous in this, don’t you think? <3. P.S’

Tears fall from your eyes onto the note and babydoll in your hand. Terrified of who this person was and how they knew so much.

The local arcade was the only place you could get any sort of relief. Loud noises, commotion everywhere to distract your thoughts. Yet, the days like this where it was empty only a few people scattered around barely playing games, most using their phone. You walked to every game examining it, you played here and there when you felt like it, sometimes you would come and just walk around for hours for the day to end. Anything was better than being stuck in one place to feel that intense glare on you. You felt stupid, there were days you went home because the feeling of being stared at became too unbareble. You couldn’t tell anyone about this they would say you were crazy—somedays you didn’t even know if they would be lying if they said you were.

Sleep never came easily to you, the days never went fast enough always dragging on into slow torture and when they did go fast you were demolished with the fact that you would face another one of your mentally destroying nightmares. Your will to live was really running short, every day was a day in hell it felt. Slowly losing friends over the time of being paranoid, contact with your family became limited as they were busy and couldn’t be there to console your every nerve and breakdown about someone coming to get you. You were left alone to suffer the days alone.

A cough comes from behind you breaking you away from your trance to see whoever was behind you.

“Oh u-uh may I help you.” You move towards the game machine that displays two animated characters previewing a fight. Your fearful gaze has him putting his hands up in defense.

“I..I just wanna know if you’re playing this game?” He gestured to the game, his tone nervous like he was scared of coming off rude. “I just really like this game. It's one of my favorites but if you're playing I can totally wait. No big deal.”

Tucking his hands into his overalls he gives you a bright smile and you notice his dimples. Giving him a smile in return you shake your head, “N-No uh actually I was just, um, just seeing how this thing works and stuff.” Cursing yourself for stuttering and acting awkward..

“I can show you, if you want.” Scratching the back of his neck you see he’s nervous and you’re happy you’re not the only one put on edge with human contact. “I’m San!”

“Hi San, I’m Y/N.” Shyly you move away from the gaming machine allowing San to step up it.

“The game strategy is really easy. If you were wondering how to play.” Entering his tokens he watches the game light up theme music blasting through it alerting the player it was booting up.

You watch San win all the matches he plays while he concentrates on winning. It was nice, something normal happening for you for a change.

Giggling when San gets defeated he shoots you a playful glare. “How about you try, let's see what you’re working with.” Now it’s his turn to giggle when you die quicker than him during your turn.

San and you play for a while you slowly learn the ways of the games becoming better and better as time goes on. Through all the fun the feeling of being watched never left you only becoming more noticeable you start to think San is feeling it when he begins looking around for his own answer on why he feels he’s being stared at. You want to believe you’re being paranoid but the hairs standing up on your skin is enough to tell you the truth. Realizing the time and already dreading the walk home you decided it’s time to bid goodbyes.

“I..I have to go now. I hope we can do this again, but it was fun. Goodbye.” Quickly waving and departing from respectfully, you run out the arcade before making a speed walk to your house, hands in pocket, head down, feet never stopping. Every step felt as if the eyes would be coming more quicker. You knew it was the man haunting you from your dreams, the thought of it alone enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Finally your house came into few and you want to make a run for it tired of the feeling of uncertainties. Sweat runs down your neck, you want to cry. But you don’t, you just pick up your pace whilst trying to focus on the goal of getting home rather than the pain that physically and emotionally drains you, your heart is drained of anything it had, life is no longer fun to you, only a mere thing you have to survive for. You wanted your old life back desperately, when you had fun, hung out, and were  full of life.

When you reach your street you pace your steps allowing yourself to catch your breath. The view of your house becoming clearer every step you make closer to your house you make out what looks to be another present left at your doorstep. One that wasn’t there when you left earlier to the arcade.

Approaching the box you read the letter left on top like the last time. You carefully begin to read the note left on top.

‘Take this as a fair warning to not step out of bounds again <3. P.S’

Confused by the note but fearful of the initials you lift the lid of the box only to wish you hadn’t. The head of the boy you just met at the arcade was there, lifeless. San’s face held a fearful expression that was stuck there permanently, those wide dead eyes boring into your head, a picture you’ll never be able to get out of your mind. The whole neighborhood could hear your piercing screams as you flung the lid of the box moving away from the dead person. When his neck was cut off it looked like it had been shredded, clumps of meat and strings of bloody skin hanging from his neck leading to his face. You couldn’t even see his jaw perfectly at how brutal his head was ripped off.

The smell of the blood, and smell of death had you close to vomiting on top of your porch with the dead head. It’s when your neighbors come out worried from your scream.

“Please someone call the cops.” You scream holding a hand over your mouth at the sight of the head to control your sob.

How could someone do something so inhumane and heartless? Who could have done this so quickly?

When your neighbor’s husband comes to your porch to see the commotion he’s met with the sight you were forced to see.

“You should get away from here, come I'll take you to my wife and I's house until the police come and check this out.” He tries to help your nerves by pointing to his wife who was at the front porch of their house with a robe wrapped around her. You follow him making sure to not look at the lifeless head again focusing on the goal of making it to the warmth of their house while you wait for the police.

“So you’re saying you got home and on your porch and saw this head of a kid you met in the arcade just waiting for you.” The policeman recites what you told him while his partner and backup take the lifeless head to their car to have it investigated more for the upcoming case this would bring.

“Yes. I know it sounds sketchy but you can check camera footage from buildings and you can see me walking home. I don’t know who could have done this so quickly, I just saw him no more than three hours ago.” You feel guilty even though you shouldn't but you know the reason for San’s death was because of you. You don’t know what you did that was so horrible wrong to upset this monster this terribly. Guilt coated your statement and you hope it doesn’t make you come off more sketchy than the story already sounds.

At first you thought if you really did want to notify the police but the more you thought about it and the more your neighbors talked to you inside. San would have come up missing and if they would have any trace to you and you had hid or threw the head out could have you falling in more trouble than confessing the truth and hoping they would believe you.

“Yes we have seen the footage of you running home but I assure you, you are not a suspect. We usually would have you come down to the station to view suspects but with your whole situation of having a stalker I think it’d be best if you stay home.” The cop tries to console your shaken state with a warm smile and tries to ease any worry you have but you still feel those eyes boring into the back of your skull.

“I know this must be very tough for you so I’ll dispatch a car to come patrol the area for a few days to make sure the coast is clear… Now go inside, make sure you lock the doors and warm up, kid. ” With that he finishes off waiting for you to get into the house before driving off calling for another car to come down and check the area more thoroughly.

You understand there’s not much you can do, they don’t have any leads yet, only initially and who knows how many people have the same one. You were given reassurance, yet you didn’t feel safe at all. Deep down you knew what was bound to happen. You didn’t know how far to an extent it could have gone and your left with the guilt of an innocent person’s murder.

The tears stream down your face when you realize San was no longer alive and met a brutal fate due to you. You felt so sick with yourself, it might as well have been you who had killed him. At least then you would have been able to sleep at night knowing the monster was you instead of someone roaming the dark streets.

Days went on slowly and agonizing. You stood home never leaving your house not wanting anyone to suffer the same death San had faced. The dark circles under your eyes, chapped lips, untamed hair from your restless hair pulling and knots forming. Your life was crumbling in front of your eyes faster than you can understand and take hold of it. Deep feelings of hatred and pain ran through you, grieving a boy you met at an arcade for a few hours wasn’t deep as people knew. You felt stupid feeling so work up over this but the picture of his lifeless face never left your mind. His dead face and red eyes are the only images your brain gives you, you wake up, when you sleep, when you eat. Anything you do you’re reminded of everything you wish to forget.

The police never got any suspect from San’s death as he just disappeared mysteriously with only his head being left behind. All suspect’s would point to you but the evidence of you making your way home was your saving grace from jail. They decided to keep trying but you knew your short lived friend would never get the justice he deserved.

When things started to look up and you began to actually think of things beginning to become more bearable, until the night when you finally slept with no nightmare, no eyes, and San wasn’t heavy on your mind. You had hoped maybe things were getting better for you.

Then the sudden crash of glass breaking sets your body into flight or fight. All the time you felt the stare on you, the dreams, the presents, it was in due time you met your designated fate as well. At first you thought it would happen the same night San had died but it was getting better so you hoped for the best—you hoped, and you were given nothing but worse fate.

You didn’t want to face the intruder everyone knew those dumb people in movies who would try to be a superhero to die. This was real life. You needed to leave this house as soon as you could. Doing your best to tip for through the house phone in hand looking to find any sort of safety.

“I can hear your heart racing Y/N.” It’s a soft whisper.

That voice. You know the voice, the one that always taunts your dreams and you understand this person can’t be human, any sense having a person can see this or unless they were a high top stalker that could get into your brain and play with you the way this guy does. That voice that has your blood running cold and brain panicking.

To your worst fear you see the front door blocked off by your own fridge. You don’t know when your house became your own trap or how it got this way, you almost believe this was another one of your deep nightmares. Your mind wasn’t working to its full capacity, just your brain still trying to work fully despite the fuzzy feeling of sleep that warped around it. This felt like a true horror game you didn’t want to be in.

Quickly thinking of anything you make your way to the basement to find a hiding spot and hope they can leave while you contact the police but to your horror your phone is dead and you feel your heart break not understanding how this could have happened if you had it charging.

Finding an old storage closet filled with your old clothes surrounded by other old furniture and belongings. You decided it’s the only best place to go if you were gonna need to be in a hiding spot you didn’t want to crouch and risk your legs giving up on you. This closet was big enough for you to snuggle through to the corner and stay hidden enough when opened up.

“Precious don’t try to hide, We both know I can smell your sweet scent. I don’t like to play game’s little one.”

Hiding between the clothes in your hiding spot you prayed he was just lying about his words but deep down you knew it was all true. Coming out wasn’t an option, your fear was much greater than your will to comply with him. His voice was so sweet only pushing you to the brink of being petrified, he wasn’t upset, he enjoyed this. Tears never stopped, only gathering up behind your eyelids every time they fell down your cheek. You curse yourself for being so dumb enough to forget a weapon, a knife, a bat anything could have helped but you were weaponless and weak. How could you have not thought this through after watching movies on situations like this.

Seonghwa takes in the silence for a good minute giving you the decision of what you wanted to do until you made it clear with your silence—or what you thought to be silence. He could still hear your ragged breathing and your terrified heart beating against your chest rapidly.

“I see. I’m done playing nice my sweet Y/N so I’m giving you one more try, to the count of three before I go in that closet and drag you out. So choose between which option you want. It can be easy or hard.”

Your blood runs cold when he mentions your hiding spot as if it was obvious where you were. You felt stupid and terrified now. Who were you to try and outsmart something like him? Nothing but a useless human. Train of thoughts being interrupted when you begin hearing his footsteps coming closer to the closet, stopping suddenly.

“One.” He takes a step.

“Two.” Another.

You can’t move afraid of what is behind the closet. Tears cloud your vision and you can’t prevent the tiny whimper that leaves your mouth, quickly putting your hand over your mouth to silence any other noise that dare escape. Hoping if you made yourself small enough you could disappear from him.

“Thre—”

Forcing yourself to snap out of your fearful hold only fearing what would happen if you hadn’t pushed the door open ending the small game of hide and seek.

“Please” You sob hoping for him to take pity on you, you don’t want to die not at the hands of him, you know it'll be a long painful death. Hands clasped together you cry in front of him, eyesight blurred with tears you can’t make out the person in front of you only frantic on trying to be released from him as quickly as you can.

But little did you know he had over plans. Opposite of everything you wanted, he was sure he would never let you go again. Fingers reach to caress your cheek, smudging your tears all over your cheek. “You know you were really close to being punished, baby. Don’t test my word again…Okay?”

Ignoring everything you said, it dawns on you that he doesn’t hear anything you say, or chooses not to pay you any mind letting your words fall deaf to his ears while he touches you in such a loving way making tears fall more rapidly down your face. It’s like talking to a wall. You had no other choice but to accept this but you can't bring yourself to yet. Before you can even move he speaks while removing his hand from your face.

“Don’t even think of running, I’ll catch you the first step you take and break both of your legs.” Seonghwa threatens you by taking another step in front of you to which you take one back. Your movements don’t go unnoticed though and he can’t help but roll his eyes at you in irritation.

“You’re being so fucking difficult, my patience is running real thin with you baby so you might want to think your next few moves with a little more sense, but I know that can be hard for a small brain someone like you have.” He grabs your arm in a vice-like grip quicker than you can comprehend. But, his eyes tell you to try his word, wanting a reason to hurt you a little.

After all you did this, pretending you didn’t take his signs, didn’t accept his loving gifts. The dreams he gave you showing his love was never enough for you and he was getting fed up with waiting to take what was already his from the day he laid his eyes on you.

Seonghwa watches you cry harder in his grip and he chuckles. It’s so cute, you cry from the fear you feel, it’s so strong it shakes your body in his grip. A very pleasant sight he would like to take in more but he needed you out of the basement.

“You’re gonna follow me, if you try anything I won’t hesitate to break your arm in half and leave you to stay in pain down here to freeze.” Leaning down he whispers in your ear as his grip becomes stronger on you causing pain to shoot throughout your arm. Moving away with a small peck to the side of your head he pulls you towards the stairs leading back to your house, you flinch quickly realizing your fate lies entirely in the hands of a blood thirsty being.

Midway up the stairs he looks behind him, eyeing you with a crazy look. “My name's Seonghwa—.” He lets it sink in.

“—Park Seonghwa.” Smiles grow wider when he watches the facts hit you.

The weeks held captive in your own home by a stranger who was a vampire was probably the worst thing to ever happen to one or maybe to some it was their dream but now it felt like a nightmare with Seonghwa.

He was everywhere. He watched you like a hawk and never let you out of his sight. Not when you needed to shower, when you slept, ate, sat on your bed did nothing—he was there. Only giving you the privacy of using the bathroom alone but he insisted he stay on the outside but even with that it felt suffocating.

You remember when you begged him to not watch you undress and shower but he told you he watched you plenty of times before, that he saw way more than what you thought he had, that day it hit you that you’ll never be alone again, not if Seonghwa was awake and alive but he would always be alive so that meant eternity for you. Through all the weeks, your discomfort and pain never ceased to end, only becoming stronger. One of the most painful feelings ever, more worse when you couldn’t even pinpoint what part of you was even aching or hurting.

Everything was hurting, all the time.

Everyday that passes seems to only be filled with need and pain. The need you felt came from somewhere unknown. You didn’t understand where this feeling came from but you tried to brush it off by doing simple things such as reading books with Seonghwa, watching movies with Seonghwa, eating with Seonghwa.

All through it Seonghwa never said much, never showed you his angry side anymore, he never pushed himself on you but that never meant he was the savior he made himself out to be. It took you around a week to realize your body ache, the wanting and needing was all Seonghwa’s doing. He was making you feel weak and as the time went on it would only grow worse until you gave into him.

Escaping crossed your mind numerous times, it was the only sane part you had inside you at this moment but you were trapped in your own house by a vampire who has been watching you for months. If you went to anyone you were sure they would be killed in a second. Remembering the time Seonghwa told you about him being a vampire so casually and going on to say how vampires had been perceived wrong by humans, they were not ones to interfere with society only when needed, if they ever had to feed on a human they wouldn’t leave two bite marks but chose chunks of the human instead to quench their thirst. He told you this over what he called a dinner date one evening

You never knew if he was lying about the chunks of flesh vampires like but you were way too scared to ask but you knew one thing—you never wanted to find out.

Before you knew about Seonghwa,  you felt you had an undisclosed timer ticking away on you. You thought maybe knowing that he got what he wanted, to be your life, that maybe that feeling would go away but it only felt worse as the days went on. That feeling of need only grew stronger and the ache became more unbearable. Your body has grown more scientifically weaker, barely being able to concentrate, only thinking of him.

Now you were here, a weak mess on your bed with a terrible headache and what felt like a terrible fever.

“Give it up baby, you know i’m the only one who can take away the pain, the ache, the discomfort it can all be gone…just let me help my baby out.” His words soothe your brain, melting the aching headache you felt for the past two weeks. The feeling of the release on your head had you wanting more relief from all the pain he put you in, now he was the only one who can take it away. You couldn’t ignore how your heart sped up when he called you his baby, you tried your hardest to ignore it though.

You don’t know when he entered your room or when he stood in front of the bed, all you knew was he was the key to your ill feeling. It made sense, you needed him.

“Please.” A small plea leaves your lips looking at the man you grew so used to. He was the one you needed. After so many days of pain and nonstop headaches growing worse each passing day never giving you a break was enough to have you equivalent to putty in his hands.

“Please what?”

Seonghwa is playing slow, of course he is. He knew it would only take a little more until you would break, he would admit you did put up a greater fight than he thought you would. But they always say the sweetest victory always comes after the hardest battles. The time with you, bonding with you, making you weaker for him. He was having the time of his life watching you beg for him, pleading for him to help you. After messing with your little weak human brain it was a battle you were destined to be defeated in. The look in your eyes showed defeat—Seonghwa couldn’t be more proud, he has waited so long, been so patient, slowly breaking you into what he truly needed you to be.

“Please make it feel better, please help.” The feeling inside began to grow harder to deal with by the moment you were close to tears. He was torturing you for so long you can’t help but break, any relief you could feel was slipping through your fingertips.

You wanted to hate him for making you suffer, for all the torture and unnatural pain he made you feel but you needed him to make it better. Your mind screamed at you to take him in with no questions asked to rid yourself of this feeling.

Figuring your words worked for him by the way he walked closer to your bed and sat leaning on the headboard aside from you. Beckoning you with his finger you scrambled to get up desperate to do anything.

“Where does it hurt baby?”

“Everywhere.” It really does.

“It wouldn’t have been this bad if you would’ve just given in, I wouldn’t have had to break you this way.”

With no other choice you believe him, nodding, “I’m sorry.” You apologize hoping it’ll be enough for him to stop prolonging making you feel better. You didn’t think how he’ll make you feel better but you knew he could, he had to be the only one.

Something had to give, you weren't sure how long you could take it. The waves of heat that rolled through your body burned from your head to your toes only to shoot back up and settle itself in the pit of your stomach. You felt so feverish you couldn’t tell if it was sweat or your arousal pooling around your inner thighs. Hoping it was sweat and not your body betraying you yet that's where all the heat and need pooled at most.

“I’ll make it feel better, my love.” He murmurs into your hair pressing soft kisses to your scalp.

Each kiss blew away every tension floating around your head and body, you didn’t notice yourself leaning into his touch wanting more of him and his comfort. You were deprived of so much comfort from him by pushing him away it was coming back like a bunch of tumbling bricks. All of it was so overwhelming.

“Can I take a guess where it hurts?”

Nodding, you don’t trust your voice anymore to help you. You just needed him to do it.

“Is it here?”  He touches your neck.

You shake your head and his hand moves lower.

“Here?” He asks to stop above your pajama shorts, practically playing the worst prank on you. “No?”

His fingers finally met your clit that was hidden by the layers of clothes you swore. Each layer hides away your most intimate parts. “Here?”

Fingers pressing into your pearl rolling it slowly. The feeling of his fingers on you had the pressure rolling off your body, his touch was making everything feel better, you found yourself struggling to not get addicted to the feeling of his fingers playing with you.

“Y-Yes.” Shamefully admitting to where most of your discomfort and pain was coming from.

Seonghwa removes his fingers from your body despite the cry leaving your mouth when he moves away from you. “Shh, Let me make you feel good.” Large hands rubbing your thighs apart he begins pulling your panties and pajamas off your body, doing everything slowly just for the fun of teasing you. There was nothing you could do but to take what he would give you.

Kissing every part of your body, Seonghwa plays with your body like it’s his toy, and it is. He nips at your skin leaving marks along the way to your soaking core. He never bites too hard, only giving you a second of sharp pain when his fangs would graze against your skin, sometimes leaving beads of blood to show on your skin but he always soothed it with a soft kiss. Never did you think pain would go so well with pleasure but Seonghwa was showing a whole other world that was getting you hooked on the feeling he gives you.

When he’s face to face with your leaking cunt he dives in not giving you a moment to accept the pleasure but forcing your body to allow the pleasure be forced upon you. All you could do was moan and grind your pussy against his face for any type of more friction you can get. You want this feeling to last forever although tirs overwhelms you so much, the way you’re letting him take control of you like this, you can’t help but let your ignorance turn your life into bliss for the moment only accepting the pleasure he was giving you.

Sucking and licking your clit, Seonghwa undresses himself quickly, never once letting his mouth depart  from your soaking wet pussy, doing everything in his power to continue his feast on you. “I’m gonna fuck you, I know my baby can’t take any more pain. Such a strong girl but let me take care of you.”

He looks so good, better than he usually does, you don’t know if the pleasure is wrapping around your mind but the way his mouth glist in the moonlight of your room from your juices, or when it opens when he finally rubs his cock while easing his sensitive tip into your sopping hole pulling back to enter the tip again teasing you with only a little piece of his cock.

Eye snapping open when you feel the stinging sensation on your tits, before you can acknowledge how Seonghwa raises his hand up only to bring it back down to strike your sore breast harder this time.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you. You should be thankful I actually chose to help a slut like you out and give you relief your pussy desperately needs” Finally he thrust into you slowly letting you feel all of him only to have his thrust become harder. The will to keep your eyes open is slipping with each shot of pleasure given to you.

“After so many weeks of being fucking hard headed I finally got you where I wanted you, don’t you like it? you don’t have to do anything but let me fuck you for as long as I live, Yeah?”

“I-I’m not a s-slut.” Ignoring his question you defend yourself, pathetic due to the obscene noises your pussy was making every time he thrusted back into you. The feeling was something otherworldly, no pain, just pure bliss.

Seonghwa watched your fucked out expression, taking it all in. The way your pussy lips wrapped around his cock so perfectly. In all his years of living you were the most defining thing he ever fucked, he knew he couldn’t let you go. If he had to make you addicted to his dick then he would gladly do so.

“You’re not a slut? But you look like one right now, taking my cock like you own it?” He asked while he reduced his quick pace to a more slow brutus thrust letting the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, nudging your g-stop with every slow grind.

“Wanna be a good girl? Hm?”

“Y-Yes, please…feel good.” Moaning out every word you hold onto every pleasurable feeling you feel.

Sweat glistening over his bare body, sliding down his chiseled chest down to his happy trail as he held back on giving you the most roughest fuck of your life. He could already see yourself falling into the pleasure, it wouldn’t be long until you exploded. Leaning down to take your lips into his, he kisses you with desperation, yearning to feel all of you on him. It’s everything he ever wanted, frozen heart swelling with love, cock swollen hard from desire—you were perfect for him.

“Come on my cock then maybe I’ll see if you’re not a slut who only thinks of getting fucked.” Chuckling he lies through his teeth, he lives off seeing you break down to nothing but a hot mess from his degrading words. Fingers flicking at your swollen clit was the tiny push you needed sending you into another session of immense overwhelming pleasure.

Your pussy walls flutters around his cock in an orgasm that shoots you off to the skies to have you on the soft clouds. For a few seconds, everything around you turns to while behind your eyelids. The painful ache, the arousal being caused by your captor, even the heat coursing through your body feels like fireworks exploding inside your body radiating heat. Seonghwa gave you the relief you desperately needed.

“Mm, only whore’s come with a face like that…It looks like you are unfixable. Maybe you were meant to be this way, you do a fantastic job at laying here like a cocksleeve.” Seonghwa spits out watching you intently, your mouth letting out silent screams, and gasping for air while your eyes roll back. Taking pride in the fact he can get this out of you, even if it took him this long to get, this was all he needed in this world to be content.

Deep down you know there’s no logical answer to Seonghwa’s request. But you still tried with everything to deny anything he said about you, but every degrading word he threw at you only had you squeezing and fucking yourself up into him like the cocksleeve he claimed you to be trying to hold onto every second of him fucking through your orgasm, you couldn’t bring yourself to care for your actions that were showing your words to be a lie.

Too wrapped in your orgasm to notice anything, it’s when he removes his cock from your heat letting your juice fall onto the sheets, the whine you want to release doesn’t get a chance to escape when you're brought back to reality by Seonghwa’s palms striking down directly on your sensitive cunt resulting in you letting out a broken so. Instead a wail of pleasure and pain leave your mouth, hands quickly go to make their way to protect your sensitive abused cunt.

“Move your hands.” It’s a short command, one in a tone that has your hands jerking back in submission.

Continuing his torture on your sensitive cunt. Each slap to your swollen pussy was torturous but always left with some pleasure when his palm would hit your sensitive clit leaving you aching for more, close to another orgasm. Your wails are heard when he delivers another hard slap to your clit followed by his fingertips tapping to your swollen nub rapidly, enough to send you into another mind-numbing orgasm.

Seonghwa watches your thighs tremble, your pussy clenching around nothing while your thighs tried to close around his hand, but his other hand prevents it forcing your legs apart now continuously rubbing your overstimulated clit, loving when your cunt finally squirted all over the bed leaving a puddle below you.

“There you go baby, let it all out. Such a good slut making such a mess everywhere.”

Shaky hands back trying to block your pussy from the ongoing pleasure you could not escape but the growl let out by Seonghwa forces them back onto the sheet giving him free access to thrust three fingers into your soaking pussy, fingers set at a brutal pace bound to make you make a mess of yourself again.

“S-stop too much.” You plead out with a sob, it’s short lived when a much louder moan breaks through your mouth, legs tensing while Seonghwa fingers never let up on their relentlessly pace watching you lose it again on his finger again, squirting on his fingers and the already soaked bed sheets you cry out tears of overstimulation. Tons of pleasure hitting you all over.

Removing His soaked hand he began pumping his cock releasing more pre-cum, slipping back into you with one fluid thrust he felt your warm tight walls flutter around his cock squeezing him tight when your body got used to the feeling of him nestled deep inside you.

“One more baby, one more and you’ll be a good girl.” Seonghwa nips at your neck while speaking thrust, never stopping or missing a beat to have every thrust leaving you breathless all the time.

“I can't, I can’t.” You cry hands grabbing onto his shoulder pulling him close to you despite your word.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can.” His thrust never stop, not when you beg, not when he speaks.

Moving down to nip and suck on your tits, his hand grasps the sides of your throat giving gentle pressure to the sides, the other hand finds itself rubbing messily on your clit, bringing you to that painful euphoric state you felt so many times tonight.

“Coming so easily on my cock, like you were made for it. You’re such a good slut for me.” He continues his degrading words smirking when you clench around his cock when he talks to you in such a manner.

Falling into the cloud of haze you make out his deep ruby red eyes glowing at you, he’s finally got you. All the pain was gone. Leaving you to bask in your feeling of relief and pleasure. Removing his hand from your neck he watches you gasp for air and shake under him uncontrollably.

Hips stuttering messily, “Fuck, squeezing me so tight baby, fucking shit ah.” Moaning loudly he adds another bite mark this time close to your jugular vein letting the blood sleep into his mouth while releasing all he had inside you. Painting your insides white with his seed fucking you thoroughly with him. Sucking slowly letting the blood pool around your wound only to lick it right up sucking more in the system to let it pool back and fall—always licking his mess up.  “So good.”

No longer thrusting into you, setting himself still in you. Keeping himself deep within you, your flesh with his fangs while nestled deep in your heat with his cock. He wanted to be wrapped around you all time everyday. Your sweet blood supply to him only tossed his obsession with you deeper.

Letting him take all of you, you wait for him to pull out and release his fangs from you with a loud moan. You could only feel the ache in your pussy and body. This time an ache you could get used to. It felt so refreshing than the full painful ache you had before that only irritated you and made you weak. This one made you weak in all the right senses, it could send you off to peaceful slumber at any moment.

Moving away from you he leaned back on his feet watching his come and your juices escape your spread hole sliding down between your asscheecks to the bed, dirtying the room even more than they were before. “So fucking messy.” His thumbs spread the juices over your swollen lips brushing your clit causing you to jerk in his grasp and close your legs. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“So reactive.” Was all you hear before letting the darkness consume you for the night.

Many questions you found the courage to ask Seonghwa as time went on with him keeping you in your house but there was one you never dared ask. Deep down you knew the answer but feared by it most you chose to forget it and instead always focusing on the pleasure Seonghwa would give you wherever your thoughts overcrowded your head again.

He always knew how to make you feel better.

But, he also knew how to get you on edge real

quick, fearful of anything he could do to you. It was why you never opened your mouth too much, you learned to become submissive and allow the way of life he wanted for you. Was it crazy? Yes, but you allowed yourself to think lightly of it, passing it as he loves you so much he decided to lock you away to protect you. You and Seonghwa’s home became your new world literally.

Seonghwa knows you best, when your little brain thinks, or when you fake a smile, when you cry to yourself because you know the long talk of being grateful and proud of how he takes care of you will begin if he catches you crying. Some days he pities you leaving you to cry to yourself, he knows everyone has their days.

So when you guys lay in bed cuddling letting the tv hum lowly. Seonghwa caresses your face, cold fingertips brushing against the apples of your cheeks dragging them to your jaw and up again in a soothing rhythm. Eye’s fluttering shut you almost doze off into sleep, the soothing feeling he did was enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

“I know the question you’ve been so curious about, and it’s yes when the time is right again you will become one of me so we can be in this beautiful love for eternity.”

A small kiss is pecked in your nose, you don’t feel it though only feeling terror at what your future now holds. Blood running cold, throat closing up you try to contain your heartbreak of knowing the truth of your up to come eternal sufferings with him. You will forever be trapped with him.

Seonghwa would always be grateful to have caught you just in time.

COMING SOON.

[burnedbyshoto]

the bodyguard

— Kirishima gets assigned to be the bodyguard to one of the worlds greatest idols: you. —

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pairing: bodyguard!kirishima eijirou x idol!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, brat taming, authority kink, spanking, blowjob, slapping, choking, brat taming, brat!reader, modern!au, no quirks, bodyguard!kirishima, idol!reader, PTSD portrayal, anxiety, war flashbacks, implied minor character death, drugging, alcohol consumption, size difference: kirishima is 2 feet taller than you, regardless of the reader’s original height. If you’re 6 ft congrats he’s 8 ft.

word count: 20,500

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab.... im so sorry, it’s 4:30 am and I have a plane to catch in 2 hours to get back to school. thank you jo for proofreading this for me because lol I am a mess. if the paragraph spacing did not work as I wish it does, please let me know so I can go in and edit in visible paragraph spacers!

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“I’ll be okay.”

The smell of dirt, sweat, and blood clung to the air.

The sun was setting, its blood-red shine illuminating against the destroyed earth, making the already bloodied soil even bloodier. 

There was no telling if the land was quiet, if the reason why the world's silence was because the world just for this moment had gone silent, or if the earlier explosions were still ringing in his ears.

Kirishima sat wounded, his back pressed to the wall, his eyes wide, breathing erratic. He can’t move, can’t bother picking up the gun that lays abandoned by his knee as warm, sticky liquid spills onto his clothed knees and continues to soak the fabric of his jeans.

What had he done?

What in the fucking world had he done?!

BOOM!

Kirishima stills, his eyes stilling on the floor and looking at the clear moisture. He doesn’t need to touch his face to know it’s a combination of both sweat and tears. 

His ears sing with white noise, the erratic beat of his heart, and his pained breathing.

“I’ll be okay,” the ghost taunts his mind.

But I’m not okay, Kirishima tries to speak, but knows with how his tongue is sitting like a thick dried sponge in his mouth, he won’t be able to speak. Pushing off the cold floor, flops onto his back, his arm flinging over his closed, shaken eyes until the ringing in his ear disappears into his alarm clock. 

05:30.

Kirishima lays there for a bit more, his chest still heaving heavily with the weight of lead.

Inhale.

Hold.

Exhale.

Better?

No, not yet.

Kirishima runs through breathing exercises, his chest never stopping in it’s hiccuped, broken pants as his memories continue to haunt his mind. If only he was smarter, more observant, better.

“Time to get up, time to get up, time to get up,” his phone screams with his second alarm set at 06:45. The sound does what it’s intended, jolting Kirishima out of his own head. His labored breathing shallowing just enough for his lungs to finally grasp ahold of its required function.

Today was an important day for him; he needed to be on his tiptop game, according to what Toshinori said yesterday.

I’m okay, he convinced himself as he does every morning after having this dream. Kirishima flings his arm off his eyes, the morning purple sun shining softly through his blinds. I’m okay.

Date: 4/2 Time: 08:00 Location: UA Services

“And in other news, music industries princess Y/n has been attacked by yet another round of masked perpetrators. Fortunately for the music idol, she was left unhurt but was clearly rattled. This is but the fourth attack on Y/n since three weeks ago. It’s leaving many of us fans, spectators, and civilians wondering just what is being done to ensure her safety? Y/n is reported to not have a single bodyguard to her name, wanting to quote-on-quote ‘experience her fans to the fullest’, but with these recent attacks, we can’t help but hope something is done. At least until something is done about these attackers—”

Kirishima’s eyes tore away from the screen, his lips pressed into a deep frown as he took in the story. There was deep worry about it, not only because he hated the idea of people getting hurt, but because he was a big fan of yours.

Your debut album had come out during his training camp for the military. Not only was it an instant billboard smasher breaking every standing record, but his commanding officers were obsessed with the album and played it continuously until they graduated. Most of Kirishima’s comrades came to dislike your music solely because they remember throwing up, bleeding, and suffering while you sang about love and whatnot, but Kirishima? Kirishima fell in love.

It was a bright spot in his life, and he was grateful for your music, even if it has been ten years and six albums since the training camp.

“Yo, Kiri!” a voice cheered out happily as a hand clasped onto his shoulder from behind. Kirishima held the flinch that threatened to rip through his bones. Kirishima turned to find Kaminari grinning up at him, a cup of steaming tea in one hand as he grinned brightly at his coworker. “I heard you’re finally getting a good case today!”

Kirishima found himself relaxing at the sight of his rather spontaneous friend, a warm smile easing onto his face as he raised his fist for a greeting fist bump.

“We’ll see, I know Toshi’ said it was going to be important, but he also said escorting the paranoid old lady was important,” Kirishima sighed, his smile softening a bit.

Kaminari laughed, his arm slinging around Kirishima’s shoulders as he remembered that.

The little old lady was sure that the government was out to kill her and wanted protection until her son returned from his vacation. Needless to say, Kirishima had thoroughly enjoyed his time with her, even if she was a bit scary. It was a low-risk job, and he only was paranoid by her cane, which she used to thwack his back many times as she talked about how plums extended your life.

“God, I remember subbing in for you for one hour because of your family emergency, and she was so scary! She still haunts my nightmares!” Kaminari shudders, placing the cup of his tea to his lip and taking a long, slow drink. His eyes shift over to the TV, which is still broadcasting the story of your attack. “What a bunch of bastards,” he growls, eyebrows scrunching as the news reporter ends the segment. “Thinking they can go after such a beautiful and talented idol… I’ll kill them.”

Kirishima was more than well aware of Kaminari’s plentiful budding romances. The blond man fell in love with just about any smiling woman who happened to waltz in front of him. Still, unlike most times, he found himself agreeing with him.

“It sounds really serious. I hope that she really considers some type of security team,” Kirishima inputs too, taking the teacup in his fingers with a nod of thanks. “There’re too many weirdos in Japan and in the world, I wouldn’t want to hear the news the day something bad happens.”

Kaminari hums, his face nearing Kirishima’s as he takes a small sip of the apparently black tea. His eyes scrunch, and Kirishima smiles awkwardly as the blond studies him intently.

“W-Wha—”

“You like Y/n!” Kaminari exclaims (accuses, maybe?), his arm leaving Kirishima’s shoulders as he points a finger accusingly at him. “I thought I was the only one in this department who did!”

“Don’t be an idiot, Denki,” the familiar voice of Sero responds for Kirishima. “Everyone in the world is in love with Y/n; she was voted the favorite artist of the year in our company. Everyone but Bakugou voted for her if I remember correctly.”

Kirishima looks over at his black-haired friend who is rummaging through his locker, his mouth curved into an easy, teasing smile as he looks between the bashful Kaminari and sneering Bakugou, who also seemed to just walk in.

“Her shit is basic and overrated,” Bakugou defended himself. “Nothing special and bad for your brain and ears.”

“Your go-to music playlist is fifty percent death metal and alt. rock. I don’t think you have ground to say that it’s bad for your brain and ears,” Midoriya’s snicker sounded from behind Kirishima, and he looked around to see the freckled man grinning at the snarling ash blond.

“And how does your stalker ass know that, shitnerd?!”

“‘Cause I’m a stalker, duh.”

“Oh, Bakugou-kun, Midoriya-kun! You’re both here! Todoroki-kun is looking for you!”

“I’m just saying that Y/n’s dates to all the award shows and premieres have been blond. She’s into blonds, so she would totally be into me!”

“Deku, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kill you myself.”

“You wouldn’t even be able to protect Y/n, bro. The only thing you performed well on in the application process was the tasing part. You can’t even tase people repetitively! She’d be dead in a second.”

“Can you believe my client dropped me because I couldn’t cook a five-star meal correctly? Hello, I can make 7-11 into a five-star course; it’s not my fault they’re not refined.”

“Kirishima-kun, are you okay?”

“I deadass got into a dance competition on the way to work. That’s why I’m late, why would I lie? Of course, I had to compete; my reputation was on the line!”

“Kirishima-kun?”

“Yo, he’s not looking too hot?”

“Kirishima?!”

“Can you hear us?!”

Silence.

Kirishima found himself opening his eyes — when had he closed them? For a moment, the air turned coppery, his body feeling weak, and he thought he felt something heavy on his lap. But that wasn’t right; he was standing up, he wasn’t sitting down. Most importantly, he was in Tokyo, Japan. He was alright. He was safe.

The sweat that clung to the back of his neck was cold, clammy, and intrusive. His chest felt tight again, his hands shaking so harshly the tea's warm, dark liquid was sloshing onto the floor.

There were seven pairs of eyes on him, each a different color, each swimming with concern and other emotions. Kirishima knew his ears weren’t working right now, his face unable to meet his brain's screaming demands to smile, and he watched as their mouths moved as they questioned his sanity.

He was okay.

He was okay.

He was okay.

“Kirishima?”

Kirishima looked up, his neck craning to the side to see a tall, skinny man standing at the doorway. 

Toshinori Yagi was an esteemed bodyguard, one of the best in the industry, which was saying something considering that most bodyguards went unknown and unnamed. According to Google, Toshinori gained the nickname All Might after saving multiple political and celebrity lives when the government could not. It was long after his prime, and the man had retired but has since filled as the company’s head — thus why this job was near impossible to get.

Kirishima heaved a breath, realizing that he hadn’t taken a single breath when Toshinori’s bruised eyes narrowed in his concern.

“C-Coming,” Kirishima smiled, the blood rushing to his ears mostly ignorable now, but the scorching concerned gazes of his friends feel like cinders on his shoulder.

He straightens his tie, fingers curling when he feels the cold sweat penetrating through his clothes, but Kirishima doesn’t let it show. Smiling like he does, Kirishima pushed through his friends and followed Toshinori out the door.

They walked down towards the conference rooms, rooms that held their contractors, in complete silence.

“This is an important case,” Toshinori began, his voice gentle and poorly hiding his concern. “I chose you because you are a great asset to have, Kirishima. You are strong and smart, and most importantly, are personable.”

Kirishima looked at the man, his face contorting with his anxiety. He didn’t want to be treated like glass.

“Honestly, you being so personable is why I chose you for this assignment. Todoroki-shounen was a contender at first, but he’s not much of a talker; the same goes for Bakugou-shounen. Midoriya-shounen was probably the best choice, but there’s a new assignment that asked for three, so I gave up those three,” Toshinori explained the current assignments. It both delighted Kirishima to hear that he could keep up with arguably the three most qualified workers here as it did, at times, make him feel lesser. 

“Oh.”

But he was obviously not the first choice still.

“The only reason why you weren’t the first choice is because of what I walked into just now,” Toshinori interrupts Kirishima’s thoughts and words. Kirishima finds his eyes tearing away from the smooth, polished wood floor to see Toshinori stopping in front of Conference Room A, his gaze intense on him. “To be frank, I wasn’t too sure if we should have hired you all that time ago. You are excellent on the field, your skills are phenomenal. Something to be proud of, truly, but you are clearly not completely healed from your time on the force.”

“Toshinori—”

“Kirishima-shonen, I’m not saying that there’s shame in your current struggles,” Toshinori once again interrupts, his hand a soothing warmth on Kirishima’s shoulder. “I’m still not healed from my past injuries, and as many people have undoubtedly told you, it’s okay to not be okay. But you barely passed the psych evaluation and only passed your field training because you scored so phenomenally on the other things your lack of a shooting score passed you.”

Kirishima felt unable to look away from the piercing blue eyes, and the lump in his throat never tasted as bitter, as sad.

He had barely passed the admittance test.

“I just need to know, are you ready to take on this assignment?” Toshinori asks in complete seriousness. “It’s a high stake, big-name client. We do not expect anything untoward to happen, but we never know in these cases. I think highly of you, Kirishima-shonen, and if you are ready to take this on, I’ll believe you, but likewise, if you’re not, I will gladly give this to someone else.”

Kirishima swallowed, his dry tongue passing through his equally dry lips.

Without question, he was not okay, not when he nearly broke down twice in a matter of hours, but it was just a bad day. He wasn’t as shaken as he was two months ago; he was going to his mandated therapy, talking to people who could assist him. Kirishima just didn’t want to be treated like glass anymore; he wasn’t glass; he was an unbreakable force.

Steeling over his nerves and ignoring how his stomach twisted and turned, Kirishima raised his gaze to Toshinori.

“I can do it.”

A smile.

“Good.”

If Kirishima was sweating because he was on a mental slip earlier, he was now sweating because he was beyond petrified and embarrassed. His hands raised up to brush against his red spikey hair, praying to God that it didn’t look dumb. His legs bounced at a speed that was bordering insanity, but he could only hear the sound of his racing heart as he stared at your frowning form from across the table.

It was you — the Y/n, the world's biggest music idol, an absolute legend in the making.

“This is our very own Kirishima Eijirou, age twenty-eight. He has been with U.A.Services for approximately six months now and is without a doubt one of our most capable and well-serviced men,” Toshinori began the introduction to the three people on the other side of the table. Kirishima could feel a blush rising up his neck and settling into his cheeks as what he presumed to be you, your manager, and your lawyer shuffling through paperwork that was very thorough on his background. “He was enlisted in the military before joining our ranks and was honorably discharged at the age of twenty-six as First Sergeant Kirishima Eijirou due to extreme injury. He excels in negotiating, scouting, and is, as you know, a skilled close combatant and was skilled in handguns—”

“I don’t think he’ll need firearms,” you interrupt, a frown on your face in contrast to the bright smile Kirishima was so used to seeing on your face. He tensed in worry.

“Y/l/n!” your manager, Sato Kimiko, scolded.

“What? It’s true! We’ll be around my fans for the majority, if not all the time! How is that right? For him to have a firearm around defenseless, and may I add, harmless individuals?!” you argued, your eyebrows scrunching in your fury.

Kirishima felt frozen in his chair, his eyes seeking Toshinori for guidance, but found himself unable to look away from you. He knew nearly everything about you, he could admit with a proud grin that he was a super mega fan of you, and he might have, at one point, looked your height up to imagine how you would appear beside him. Kirishima had known this entire time that you were two feet shorter than him, but it hadn’t hit what that meant until he was shaking your hand when he first entered.

You were tiny.

His dick and mind really liked that, and seeing your own passion spilling out for your fans was making him fall deeper into this hole he had for you.

“You don’t have a say anymore? Do you understand? You were nearly assaulted yesterday, and we are all done waiting around for something serious to happen!” Kimiko yelled, her face contorted into a look of both frustration and fear. “Either you take this, or we all leave you. I won’t have you murdered in front of me! You’re twenty-six now, stop acting like a damn brat and grow the hell up!”

The words scorched the table, blistering heat filling the conference room as you met Kimiko’s glare.

Kirishima watched with a dropped jaw as your nostrils flared, your lips pursing, and your eyebrows furrowing with unspoken distaste and anger.

“Six months tops.”

“Uh, yes,” Toshinori interjected. “Our contracts only last up to six months for new clients, but if you find yourself wanting to extend your contract after those six months, we are very much open to negotiations.”

You nodded your head, your eyes falling back onto the booklet in your hands that exposed all the information available on Kirishima. From his likes, dislikes, to his allergies and the reason why he was discharged. Each in disturbingly deep detail to make sure all things were up on the table.

“So, you can’t shoot your gun, Kirishima-san?” you speak, your voice tight, a pleased, almost taunting tone.

Kirishima stills, embarrassment bubbling in his chest as you drop the booklet onto the table, exposing his military history to him and you. 

“...no,” Kirishima answers truthfully.

The lawyer shifts from the other side of you, his eyebrows scrunching as he too comes across that piece of information. 

“He won’t use firearms?” the lawyer scoffs, his semi-permanent frown deepening. “How will we know that he will keep Y/n completely safe from any sort of danger that may come her way? We’ll be paying six months for a glorified security guard? We want a bodyguard.”

“And we clearly have one,” you snap back, your eyes narrowing. “If my bodyguard isn’t Kirishima-san, I’m not getting one. I mean, isn’t that what you said earlier?”

“When we were assuming that the person Toshinori was assigning to your case was a well-rounded bodyguard. Not one that was still clearly haunted by his past.”

Fuck, that one hurt.

You scowled, your head tilting as you bared your teeth slightly, “And what? He managed to get into the best agency in all of Japan in spite of that. Sounds like he’s competent. I already told you I won’t take on a team, just one individual. I trust in Toshinori-san’s guidance and his choice in picking Kirishima-san. If you disagree, that’s too bad for you.”

“Y/n! Please stop this! You’re being ridiculous!” Kimiko huffed, slamming her own booklet down, her eyes drowning with her exhaustion. “I’m so sorry, Toshinori-san, Kirishima-san.”

“H-Hey, it’s okay!” Kirishima immediately imputed, his hands raising in a sign of retreat. “I know that Y/n has always enjoyed her independence as a solo star, and how me being involved now is imposing, especially after multiple attacks.”

Kirishima felt that his smile was a bit strained, a bit too forced, especially as your eyes hawked onto him. He felt like you were examining him, like a lab rat going through its initial trial and not knowing just what was to be expected.

“Six months?” you spoke, your gaze not leaving Kirishima’s own.

“Six months,” Kirishima agreed.

You hum, your head nodding. “Fine, six months tops unless the Lieutenant Colonel can apprehend these assholes faster.”

It had been ages since Kirishima had been called by his title, and for some reason, he found himself blushing. His mouth, for the first time this entire meeting, curled into a wolfish grin.

“You got it.”

The lawyer groaned, entirely aggravated and insulted. He stood up, “You’re asking to be murdered, Y/n. Don’t come haunting me when you end up dead and mutilated. You deserve all the shit you’re getting.”

Kirishima watched with his lips parted in a bewildered expression as the lawyer walked out of the room with a loud slam of the door.

You were unfazed, and Kimiko groaned, exhausted and embarrassed as she mumbled a weak, sullen, “I am so, so sorry, Toshinori-kun.”

“Ah, Kimiko-chan, it’s okay!” Toshinori shook his head and smiled knowingly. It wasn’t as if the long time famous bodyguard hadn’t seen his fair share of childish fights between clients. “Thank you for coming as always, and we’ll do our best to make sure that Y/n is in the best of hands.”

“Thank you… and so, the rest of the contract?”

“Ah, yes, let’s continue.”

So, the contract was discussed to full detail.

For six months, Kirishima would be attached to your side. He must always remain at most three meters away from you when there is no one around, and during fan interactions no more than one meter. He had a full say about your safety. If things got rough, you were to follow his every command. Your agency would pay for his room and lodging. He was to wear black pants and a black long-sleeved cotton tee. He would be working with every venue, every hotel, every conventions security team. He would lead them and never leave your side. He was to be awake an hour before you, rest when you were asleep so long as it was safe to do so. He was your guardian angel of sorts, and you would do nothing but adhere to him. 

Most importantly, according to Kimiko, there was one thing they were hoping for: Kirishima's help and discretion. For the next six months, they would be relying on Kirishima’s support to figure out who the group behind the assault was and who the mastermind was behind it all is.

Or so the contract said.

“Y/n!” Kirishima called when the papers were signed, and the day he was set to start was printed. He will begin tomorrow. “Wait!”

You stopped at the door, Kimiko and Toshinori chatting merrily between them as they exited the conference room, Toshinori’s booming voice asking if it was true that Kimiko was attending to a near forty clients to which she bashfully admitted to. You were dressed in a creme knit long-sleeved shirt, faded ripped jeans, and a pair of nude heels. The heels were big, undoubtedly giving you inches, but you still barely got to his shoulder.

“I-I’m looking forward to looking — I mean working with you!”

You looked at him closely, your eyes dragging to the top of his toes to the tallest spike in his hair before your lips pulled into a contemplative pout. You looked back to his eyes, and you steeled over, your head tilting to the side.

“I mean no offense, Sergeant, I thank you for doing your job, but I have no intention of looking forward to working with you. I don’t want you here, so do your best to ignore the contract and realize that I am the most important person, so you will follow my demands.”

Kirishima can do nothing but stare as you turn on your heel and leave.

Well, so much for a good case.

Date: 5/2 Time: 14:00 Location: Tokyo Music Stadium

If you would have told Kirishima Eijirou that he had been working for the grand, the perfect, the fantastic music idol Y/n for a month now, two months ago, he would have laughed so hard he’d cry. Not only would he have not believed it, but he would only think of a million and two scenarios where he would go the entire day flirting.

Now a month into knowing you, of being your bodyguard on a contract for six months, Kirishima could say that of that entire thought, the only thing he had been right about was that he was, in fact, crying. Not only has he never managed to speak an entire conversation with you despite being attached to your hip seven days a week, but despite your much shorter stature, you had managed to get away from him.

You always managed to sneak away from him.

Kirishima could admit that the no more than five meters rule had been wholly and utterly demolished.

And now, Kirishima was crying, not out of joy, but of pure manly fear as he raced through the backstages of the stadium, desperate to find your short-ass anywhere.

“Go, Kirishima!” someone yelled as Kirishima whizzed past him, “Find Y/n!”

“T-Thank you!” Kirishima screamed as he continued onward, the yellow-lit concrete hallway seemingly haunting the further he went into it. The earpiece in his left ear shrilled, the telling sign he was getting a call. Putting a finger to the circle in his ear, he answered the car. “Hello?!”

“Ah, Kirishima-san!” Kimiko’s voice chirped on the other side of the line. “Wonderful to hear your voice again! I’m calling to let you know that the tour bus is parked outside of the venue now. The concert was a smashing success, and she’s come out unharmed for the past month! To make matters even better, since your arrival, there have been no more assault attempts! Oh, um, sorry, where are you guys?”

“We’re just, um!” Kirishima tried not to pant into the microphone; he was still racing ahead, his head peeking into every door and room he passed. “Y/n needed to use the restroom?!”

“Oh, wonderful. Okay! Let me know when you two are on your way over!”

“Ya, okay, bye!”

“By—”

Kirishima hung up as he crashed through the doors at the end of the hallway.

It was night out right now, the full moon reflecting down on the dirty concrete with the same intensity as the streetlamps overhead. And in the middle of a crowd of around twenty people was the person Kirishima was trying to find: you.

You were still dressed in the final costume change of your concert. Even from a distance, Kirishima could see the glitter and highlight on the tip of your nose and the curve of your cheekbones. The crowd around you was clearly not hostile. Each face was bright with broad smiles and sparkling with fresh tears, each voice high and pitchy as if they were talking with some goddess and not you. 

There was a slight longing in Kirishima’s chest at the sight of you interacting with your fans, your smile was so beautiful, and he wished just for a moment that he was the one that it was directed towards. If he had met you as a fan, and only a fan, he wonders if you would look at him as you did the others. Would he see the pure joy in the depths in your eyes, the love, wonder, and pride as they asked you questions and answered your own?

He wanted to be just a fan.

“Y/n, the tour bus is here,” Kirishima finally found his voice, the tenor of his voice spreading through the narrow alleyway. “Say your goodbyes.”

He had to ignore the way you stiffened immediately, the unsolicited joy in your face breaking and becoming bleak as you met his gaze. Kirishima absolutely did not feel pressure behind his eyes when you rolled your eyes and began to say your goodbyes; he did not!

The group of fans waved goodbye as you walked backward toward Kirishima; you didn’t stop waving and continuing your parting conversations with the group until the metal doors of the stadium doors closed behind the two of you. Kirishima let out a sigh, his eyes closing for a brief moment before looking down at you. You were expressionless, eyes cold as you looked dead ahead.

“You’re not supposed to run away like that.”

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t tell me what to do, Sergeant.”

“You know I can’t do that it’s not—”

“Part of your contract. Yeah, I know, but that’s your contract, not mine.”

“Oh, okay. Um, Kimiko? ...yeah, we’re heading out now. Five minutes, till.”

And then there’s only silence.

Neither Kirishima nor you bother talking the entire walk towards the tour bus, and you ignore Kimiko’s call that your lawyer would be meeting briefly before tomorrow's fan signing event. You walk into the bus and go directly to the beds, throwing yourself into the terribly padded bunk and passing out without so much as a sound.

Kirishima sinks into his own bed, it’s too small for him, but there’s nothing he can do about it. Sleep overcomes him easily these days; he’s always way too exhausted in chasing you down like some spoiled toddler you’re behaving like to dream. But that’s okay, he thinks as the comfort of sleep begins to dig its skeleton fingers into his side, at least the exhaustion stops the night terrors.

Date: 5/3 Time: 10:00 Location: Tokyo Music Tower

Now, Kirishima knew that it was a common belief and a nearly proven theory that when you met your idols, you should never ever have your expectations high on who they are as a person. Celebrities were out of touch, cruel, rude, nearly jaded. They weren’t exactly the common folk. With people willing to forget things like them being human beings themselves or the common thread of celebrities being too rich to care, any type of famous person was cold, rude, and ruthless.

He knew that.

He also knew that you weren’t like the nearly proven theory.

You were kind, sweet, a practical angel to anyone who dared to approach you. You were the exception to the rule, an outlier to them all. You spoke politely to all your fans, domestic and foreign, and you treated each fan like the most special person in the world.

You were a good person.

But Kirishima knew, just as you reacted to any cruel person you encountered, you had an edge. Your words were as vicious as your name was known. He genuinely enjoyed watching you put assholes into place, but he sulked, knowing he was always at the receiving end of the sharp, bitter tongue of yours.

For a month and a day now, he had been the number target of your bitter words and scorching hate, but he admitted that he enjoyed it when it wasn’t directed at him, if but a little bit.

“I’m not renegotiating my contract!” you groan, your palms slamming into the depths of your eyes. “I already told you that I don’t need all that money!”

“And I’m telling you that you need to increase the wages that you pay the rest of your team instead of all those charities or else people will begin dropping you!” the lawyer countered with similar fire, his scowl angry enough that Kirishima felt like he had to tear his gaze away from this horrible battle. “You won’t be the best of the best forever, y/n, get over your stupid savior act and look over the changes!”

Kirishima looked over at you, his eyebrows pinching as he watched you fold your arms, your cheeks pushed out to a puff as you looked at the stack of papers with the title page fully covered with the word Contract of Y/n and Co. on it. Well, it seemed that the rumor of you spending your paycheck on things that weren’t you was right, how entirely manly.

“Oh fuck off,” you growl, pushing out of the chair and storming away.

Kirishima glanced over at Kimiko, who was looking pale and exhausted, undoubtedly exhausted from the past thirty-minute battle between the lawyer and the idol that neither made a single step forward nor a step back. How you had the energy to fight so passionately was beyond him. Kimiko nodded minimally, her lips parting in a sigh as Kirishima stood up and followed after her.

“The only way that brat is going to listen is by force,” the lawyer sneered, his voice fading into the room that Kirishima exited. “If that’s how she wants to play, so be it.”

Fortunately for Kirishima, he catches up to you. There are tears of fury dripping down your cheeks, and he feels unable to speak as he discovers a new layer to you.

...how interesting.

“It’s my money,” you speak, but Kirishima is unsure if those words are meant for him or for the void, the earth that you would much rather converse with than him. “I already pay them all a much greater paycheck than they should be getting considering their client pool. Why do I have to bend to their stupid will when I’m the one making the money.”

Kirishima blinks, wondering just what people might want to raise with their contracts. But, he knew you were right. By her account, Kimiko had a client list of many successful individuals, and he may not know anything about the lawyer, but if he worked with Y/n, his name must be good. Guess they weren’t like you.

“People are selfish assholes,” was the only thing that Kirishima could think of, and was something he spoke before he could stop himself.

But you stop in your storm, the anger that clouded you somewhat dissipating, clearing just enough for you to turn to him, your sharp, beautiful eyes for the first time filled with rage that was not pointed at him, and an emotion that made him think of… amusement?

“Yeah,” you agree, a half-smile cracking onto your face, and Kirishima feels his soul begin leaving his very body. “People are selfish assholes, huh?”

“Very much.”

There’s a calm, a snorted chuckle, and Kirishima finds himself stumbling further into the abyss of his feelings for you.

The next ten hours seem to pass in a blur, Kirishima feeling like he was on Cloud Nine as he stood behind you, three meters as he watched fan after fan approach you. Signatures were made, pictures were taken, and Kirishima found that he never once had to approach.

Maybe, he thinks, just perhaps, the two of you can overcome this.

Ten minutes after the official signing is done, Kirishima can’t find you, and he curses loudly into the echoing floor.

So much for change.

Date: 5/17 Time: 23:00 Location: The Parking Lot - Mt. Lady Studios

Kirishima was, for the lack of better words, completely fucking done with you.

Don’t get it wrong, he still was a complete and massive fan of yours. He would never once betray his loyalty to you and your musical career, but he was slowly starting to realize just why the lawyer was set to dying of a heart attack any time soon. Despite your early entrance to stardom and the stuff of legends, you had kept your fiery, stubborn individualism.

Kirishima thought it was absolutely hot and sexy at times, especially the times where you strut around in revealing clothes because ‘this is your body,’ or the lingerie campaign you completed two days ago as part of some fundraising event. There were significant perks to your strong handle and claim to keeping your indestructible personality, but it came back to rub them all back in the worst of ways when once again, you escaped from Kirishima’s side.

To be fair, most of the time, Kirishima was a very level headed individual; he was near impossible to rile up despite popular initial belief. I mean, he was good friends with Bakugou Katsuki, who riled up just about anyone he talked to! He needed to have steel calm emotions, or at the very least portray that he does. But even the unbreakable after tireless attempts can, at times, be broken.

It had been a hard morning.

Kirishima had woken up in a panic, the sweat of his night terror soaking through the sheets of his bed, and his head felt like lead. They had been in the tour bus for the entire day because you were going from the tip of Japan to the bottom of it, thus meaning that you couldn’t run away from him, concluding that when he went to bed that night, he was merely tired, not exhausted.

“K...Kiri...shima?” the voice whispered in his ears when he bolted from his bed and tumbled to the ground, his chest heaving in his panic as he cried.

He only slept for four hours that night, the ghost of his comrade haunting him too much for him to ever drift back to sleep. The only thing he was grateful for when he stumbled down to the hotel lobby for breakfast was that he had an attack while in his own room and not in a tour bus with ten others.

But the lack of sleep and the twisting of his guts from his still unburied memories meant that his exhaustion was dialed up larger than he thought was capable. Today was an interview day plus a miniconcert at said interview.

That meant that for an hour before your interview and two hours afterward, Kirishima lost you and had to hunt you down. You weren’t making it easy on him and had started moving with the crowd you gathered to evade him.

But today, Kirishima was exhausted.

Today, Kirishima wanted to sleep.

Today… Kirishima broke.

“Let’s go,” Kirishima spoke in a low, commanding voice. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at you, the crowd of fans parting like the red sea as he stands behind you, larger than life, imposing.

You ignore him.

“We’re leaving, now.”

“Aw, did you make that just for me?! This beading is gorgeous!”

To be fair, Kirishima isn’t really sure if he’s crying right now or if steam is protruding from his ears like some stupid cartoon. The only thing he knows is that it's been a bit longer than a month, and his client is the most perfect person in the world except to him and some lawyer. All he knows is that he has been continuously mocked, shamed, and disrespected by his client, and at this moment, with his mind and body aching with the memories of the morning, he can no longer stop the tsunami of emotions and thoughts that shove out of him.

He grabs your wrist and begins pulling you away.

“We’re leaving now, sorry to disrupt your time. Come see Y/n another day.”

Kirishima isn’t even aware of your screams, the banging of your small fist against his back as his hand encompasses your bicep easily. He walks and walks and walks until he stops, his mind slightly put back into place.

“—FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! LET GO OF ME, SERGEANT!”

Oh, right.

He lets go of you immediately and nearly snorts at how you stumble into his back. So small, so delicate, and so completely weak.

“You want to know my problem, y/l/n?” he asks, voice eerily calm, much calmer than he actually is. “My fucking problem is that I signed onto this case with a single rule: keep you in sight and protect you. It’s simple, almost too easy, isn’t it? But easy and simple is everything that this assignment is!”

Your face contorted into a flash of anger and embarrassment, your nose scrunching as you found your footing, “And I told you that I don’t give a crap about that contract! I didn’t want it in the first place, but no one listens to me!”

Kirishima snorts, his body shifting so that he can look at you properly; your face is seething, your teeth bared and eyes wild, but Kirishima has faced worse.

“It’s not in my contract to listen to you, unfortunately,” Kirishima points out, his eyes narrowing. “I would have a better time listening to you, trying to find an agreement that worked if you used that brain of yours and figured out a way to compromise with me.”

“Compromises aren’t—”

“You think I wouldn’t?” Kirishima almost whines, his voice tight with emotions, fingers fisting in his hair, “You really fucking think that after a month and how many days of me spending stupid hours trying to find your ass, most of the time never knowing if you’re dead or not, I wouldn’t want a better solution?!”

“Like hell they’ll kill me! And if they do, I don’t fucking care!” you stubbornly insist, finger buried against the swell of your chest.

“Oh my god,” Kirishima can’t stop the bitter laugh from escaping, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous?! I’m not the ridiculous one here!” you cry, your eyes bursting with unshed, bitter tears. “So what that I run away from you? Can you imagine living the past ten years of your life trying to be something that the media wants you to be? No! You can’t, Sergeant! Those times where I’m running away isn’t to be some dick, but to give me time to be me!”

“You’re a goddamn idiot!” Kirishima barks, his anger curdling in his chest like a raging fire. “If you had looked at my damn file correctly, instead of focusing on the stupid shit like me not being able to fire my gun correctly, you would be more than aware of the fact that you are one of my favorite artists!”

“Wh-”

“I am one of the best in my company! I am easy to get along with, personal, manageable, flexible even, but from the very first moment you laid eyes on me, you’ve hated me! You talk down on me, you shit on me, my job, the reason I’m here! Listen, I would fucking love to be anywhere but here right now. I have literally never hated my job before, but you just made that a reality. But the worst part of this all is the fact that you seem to think I would have kept you away, prohibited you from doing things that I already know you love! You stand there and tell me that I would try to force you to do shit you don’t want when I have merely been asking for you to take me there with you! I don’t care if I have to stand away and watch, but I want to be there! I’m supposed to be protecting you, but you’re being nothing more than a stubborn brat who refuses to see the efforts I’m trying to make, and frankly, I’m done.”

Kirishima’s chest is burning with the lack of oxygen, his eyes narrowed and filled with raging fire as he stares down at you, his neck craned so that he could be closer, more daunting, intimidating.

“Fuck o-off,” you snap suddenly, a lone tear, your voice tight and shoulders tense as you storm off.

“So predictable,” Kirishima calls after you, but it’s not filled with the previous anger he had but the sinking misery and regret.

And for a moment, it’s quiet.

Until a single name is screamed.

“SERGEANT!”

And then the all too familiar sound of a fist colliding with skin.

The anger in Kirishima’s blood evaporates immediately, and horror sinks in as he turns towards where you had stormed off. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

The parking lot is filled with an ugly yellow light that seems to set the stage for what was to come down. His footsteps crashing down against the black pavement were mute in his ears, and his eyes were focused on your limp body slung over somebody's shoulder. There was one person behind him, the other one already hopping into a van; Kirishima was the devil on their heels.

“Come on! Let’s go!” the one in the van screamed, his voice full of gruff apprehension and fear.

The van turns on.

Kirishima grunts, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sidesteps the man who was lingering behind the one carrying you and quickly slams his shoulder into the man's sternum, knocking him out the moment he collapses onto the ground. 

He lets out a roar of such, his eyes glowing with anger and a single mind track to take down the person who held you, ready to throw your unconscious body into the back of the van.

Kirishima doesn’t even know when he manages to get to the man's side, one hand on his shoulder, the other on you, and with the strength and anger of a million fighting warriors, he ripped you from his hold and sent him stumbling into the trunk. Your shallow breathing brushes against his neck, and Kirishima is hyper-aware of the cursing men who chose to abandon their unconscious comrade on the floor. 

With his arms filled by your unconscious body, Kirishima can only watch the van scurry out of the lot, the license plate immediately burning into his mind.

T082-23

When the man on the floor finally wakes up, he’s in police custody, and you’re just waking up. There's a bruise on your cheek, and you begin crying immediately.

Kirishima watches from the distance, his heart aching and guilt climbing up his throat as he watches Kimiko hold you close, her arms warm and tight.

Well, shit.

So much for the month of no attacks.

Kirishima sits in a waiting room, his head relaxed against the wall as he waits for your discharge from the hospital. They suspect a concussion, and they’re running some tests right now. The police are there too, trying to get information from you on the failed kidnapping attempt as well as beginning the initial trials of interrogation of the abandoned kidnapper with a broken sternum, ruptured spleen, and three cracked ribs.

He was not surprised when the police officers came to talk to him, and he gave them the license plate.

But they also gave him an essential piece of information.

(“Well, when we asked for a motive, it seemed that it wasn’t his idea,” the detective admitted, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “His boss said that, and I quote, Y/n will end up dead and mutilated as is deserved. She deserves all the shit she has coming her way, end quote. Any ideas of who it could be”

Kirishima rubbed a hand across his face, the words striking a bit too familiarly to him, but from where. He shook his head, his eyes focusing on his bouncing knee.

“Thank you,” Kirishima said, his tone pointed in a clear indicator that this conversation was now over. The detective nodded, his frown slight as he left. The moment he was gone, Kirishima pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Kimiko? Yeah, I think we might have our first suspect.”)

For now, he was waiting for you.

An hour passed before you shuffled into the waiting room. There was a bandage on your swollen cheek, but besides the obvious attack, your eyes looked strong, and it seemed like there was no concussion.

“I should be fine,” you speak first, your jaw tensing as if it physically pained you to speak (whether it was because you hated talking to him or because of the injury, Kirishima had no idea). “I will be fine; I just need some sleep.”

Kirishima nodded, his body completely exhausted, and his mind filled with nothing but regrets on how he handled his anger earlier. He needed to apologize. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but he had definitely crossed a few too many lines.

“Should we go?”

You chewed on your lip, your eyes looking down at the white tiled floors of the hospital — so bleak, so anxiety driving.

“I actually wanted to talk before we left.”

Oh?

“Of what, if I may ask?”

Your eyes raise back up before looking away again, “the contract.”

Kirishima finds himself nodding, his hand gesturing towards the empty seat in front of him.

“Sure.”

And with a heaving sigh that sounds like you were on the verge of tears, you sit before him.

The contract was then discussed.

It was decided that you could continue to interact with fans as you wish, so long as you took Kirishima with you. He didn’t care about the long hours, the manic fans, or the impending doom of a group of people who meant business. He needed to be there.

Everything else stayed the same, but Kirishima looked at you one last time that night in the hospital, his body leaning towards you as he did his best to keep his face void of emotion and any lingering teasing.

“I’ll only accept this new negotiation on one term.”

“W-What?!” you pause, thinking. “Fine, say it.”

“From here on out, I think we should be friends, yeah? I’m on your side, after all, it’s a bit weird if we stay just acquaintances.”

The tension and horror leave your body, and Kirishima, for the first time ever, bears witness to the most relaxed, meaningful smile he has ever seen you give. It had been one hell of a shitty night, but at that very moment when the seventh turned into the eighth, Kirishima felt a new warmth flood through his chest, his heart racing at the sight of your glorious smile.

“Of course, Kirishima.”

“Oh, and y/n?” 

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry about all that I said. It was unmanly of me and out of line.”

“It’s okay. To be fair, I was a bit of a self-absorbed brat, too.”

The next day, a picture of Kirishima holding you bridal style is trending.

Date: 6/12 Time: 19:00 Location: Hime Onsen

An Interview with Y/n | Vogue Japan 4.5 million views • Premiered 2 hours ago 874k [liked this] 12.3k [disliked this] Timestamp: 05:32 / 10:33

[Interviewer]: Now, Y/n, we must congratulate you on your latest achievement! Your latest self-titled album, ‘Y/N,’ has been nominated for a record high of twelve awards for the upcoming Japan Record Awards, which will be coming up in about a month! Tell us how you feel about this?

[You]: It was quite a surprise actually! I didn’t realize that it would have done so well in the critic's eyes to get this type of award. I am proud of myself and am excited to see all the other amazing artists and musicians who were nominated as well.

[Interviewer]: Now, your album is all about staying true to yourself, whether that be in love or war. It depicts your own highs and lows while also highlighting beautifully universal things many of us face. Without question, you have always been adamant on staying connected with your fans and keeping a simple rule: no bodyguards.

[Y/n]: Oh, (laughs) yes! That is definitely a new thing, huh?

[Interviewer]: A new thing and a beautiful thing at that, too! Look here!

[captioner notes: interviewer displays many photos of Y/n’s bodyguard, including the most famous one where he’s holding y/n after the failed kidnapped attempt]

[Interviewer]: This is a beautiful — don’t giggle! — a beautiful man, Y/n! What do you have to say for yourself?! Did you finally succumb to keeping untrue to yourself for this beautiful man?! If so, it is perfectly acceptable. By chance, is your contract with him done? I would personally love to have this man on my team.

[Y/n]: (laughing) By all means, take him! (Y/n looks behind her, her bodyguard is there) I’m kidding, I’m kidding! (pauses) No, actually, sorry. Kirishima is an outstanding bodyguard, and I have no intentions of leaving him so soon. Uh, while I did say I had no wish or intentions to have a bodyguard, obviously that was not the best solution, so I hired Kirishima. He is a wonderful addition to my team and still allows me to be authentically me, so it’s still all good.

[Interviewer]: Ah, okay, well, Kirishima-kun, if you ever need a new client, call me. But moving on, yes! Would you like to discuss the series of increasingly concerning attacks?

Kirishima stood in the softly lit hallways of a sauna.

Today was one of the last remaining days you had off, and in celebration of your upcoming award season, you had decided that it was mandatory to visit the hot springs. Everyone on your team — the backup dancers, band, and hair and makeup — were ecstatic to learn that they were being involved with it too.

This high-end resort had accommodated your entire team to receive their own private spring with an all-inclusive menu too. 

It was thanks from the owner for the free PR and, of course, because they were some of your biggest fans. So, in thanks, everyone got to enjoy the springs.

Well, everyone but Kirishima, that was.

As of the past month, things between Kirishima and you had improved a lot.

With Kirishima no longer needing to run a marathon daily to find where you were, he would find himself walking at your side. He no longer felt like you hated him. There was respect and actual friendship between the two of you. You joked with him, showed him memes and TikTok, sent him snapchat streaks, and invited him to watch weird shows with you. You even complained to him about the things that annoyed you, namely Kimiko’s attention being stolen by other clients and the rude conversations you would have with the lawyer.

It made Kirishima’s chest warm up knowing that you were friends now.

A stressful month had passed into a friendlier one.

But there were some things that Kirishima would not have expected to… arise.

Namely you growing to be comfortable enough to walk around with nothing but a thin pair of panties and a large shirt. You curling into his side whenever you watched a show together in the bus, the way your lips brushed against his neck when he leaned down to hug you, or the very so not obvious teasing you would do when you changed in front of him. It was as if you were watching his every reaction, enjoying the way that his eyes horribly tore away, or the silent hitch in his throat whenever you speed his heart up.

The biggest surprise arose the night after the failed kidnapping attempt:

You had come to his room, hours after you were supposed to have fallen asleep.

Your eyes were sunken, still a bit tired, and the bruise on your cheek was looking bad. In your arms was a white binder undoubtedly filled with the introductory packet you had received at your initial meeting. Kirishima had opened the door in his sleepy state in nothing but gym shorts. He had barely started dozing off, his mind wouldn’t stop thinking of what could have happened if you hadn’t managed to scream, and so he kept tossing and turning.

Seeing you outside of his room, his head dropped down to look at you properly, and his fist rubbing at his eye fell, “Y/n?”

“Did I wake you?” you asked, your face filled with a shocked, near uncomfortable, and embarrassed expression he doesn’t recall ever seeing on you. “I’m so sorry! I’ll wait until—”

“No,” Kirishima grunts while he shakes his head, his voice raspy and dry from his lack of use. “I’ve been tossing and turning, um, what is it? Do you want to come in?”

“I-If that’s okay?”

Kirishima breathes out a bit, his shoulders relaxing as he smiles softly, “Come on, let’s talk about what’s on your mind.”

The door clicked behind your tentative steps with an echo, and Kirishima watched as you walked into the hotel room with wariness and caution.

“Would you like some tea?” Kirishima offered, picking up a shirt from his dresser and pulling it over his body. The fabric was tight against his chest and shoulders, but felt more appropriate to wear around you.

“No, I’m okay,” you politely decline.

You stood in the center of the room, unsure of where to sit, stand, or lay.

“Go ahead and make the bed,” Kirishima offered, taking the chair by the desk. “I promise it’s still clean.”

You laugh slightly, smile strained but grateful as you sit at the edge of the bed, binder resting on your lap.

“Thanks, I wouldn’t want to sit on a dirty bed,” you joke, but it sounds weak to Kirishima’s ears.

“So, what questions do you have?”

“Hm?”

“You have my portfolio,” he shrugs, leaning forward so that his forearms rest on his knees. “I have a feeling you have some questions.”

“Oh, right,” you whisper, your eyebrows scrunching as you open the binder to the first page, but your eyes are focused on the desk. “What’s the medication for?”

Kirishima turns his head to follow your gaze and comes across the yellow tinted medicine containers.

“My PTSD,” Kirishima answers honestly, his voice soft with emotion, but there was no shame in it. “My service had a difficult end.”

“That’s actually… that’s what I came to talk about,” you rush, your hands slamming the binder closed. “If you don’t want to talk about it, obviously I won’t push it! God, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s okay,” Kirishima interrupted, his smile sad, but he stood up, his body a tower in front of yours as he urged you to sit back down. “It’s okay; I don’t mind talking about it.”

“B-But what if I say something that makes it all worse?”

A pause.

“Then I’ll tell you that it’s too much.”

A nod.

“Are you… are you still experiencing a lot of symptoms?” you ask, your fingers tightening and untightening around the binder.

“Some days are worse than others,” Kirishima admits, his shoulders shrugging. “I don’t experience much anxiety while in crowds anymore; I don’t have many flashbacks to those days anymore, not since February at least. I do still get… I still get night terrors and dream of that day. It’s nowhere near as bad as the first few months after the accident, but it’s still here.”

“What happened?” you asked after a bit, morbidly curious.

The file had all the details that proved Kirishima to be a master of firearms during his entire time on the force. He was a powerful combatist, and his ranking was a clear indicator of the respect and skills he had. Still, it was the quick honorable discharge, the near year-long hospitalization, and the current inability to use a firearm that concerned you.

What had happened?

“I was involved in a grenade explosion on my last day on tour. I was the only one who managed to survive the blast,” Kirishima easily stated, his voice quiet.

“Oh my god, I… holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, it’s all good. There were only two others around, and one of them was already dead.”

“Was that um, Major—”

“We called him Crimson Riot, actually,” Kirishima smiled, a chuckle light on his tongue as he leaned back onto the chair, nodding. “Yeah, that was him.”

“Crimson Riot,” you repeat, nodding. “Did you watch him… watch him die?”

Kirishima presses his lips tightly together, and for a moment, you’re unsure if he’s going to cry, answer you, or tell you to leave. There’s a whirlwind of emotions on your optimistic and typically jubilant bodyguard despite your asshole tendencies that make your stomach twist.

“Yes,” Kirishima finally answers, and you nod.

It’s hours into the morning before you finally depart back to your room, the horrors of Kirishima’s past still pounding into your ears. Kirishima wouldn’t notice, and neither would you, but on his shirt and yours, there’s a few drops of tears the both of you shed when you said goodnight.

Sergeant Kirishima Eijirou, while on an active warzone, had accidentally struck and killed his superior officer, his friend, his role model Crimson Riot, thinking that he was nothing more than an enemy target as he sat wounded behind a wall. He died on his lap, and as someone came to help, a grenade landed two meters away before detonating.

“K...Kiri...shima?” Crimson Riot had whispered as he fell to his knees, blood gushing and seeping through his clothes, spilling onto Kirishima’s lap. “I’ll be okay.”

For whatever reason, since that night, Kirishima felt something in him shift. He still took his medication, still had his virtual therapy sessions when he could fit them in, and even had painful night terrors of that moment, but it was becoming less frequent.

He wasn’t made of glass.

There had been more instances after the kidnapping attempt, but unlike the last times, Kirishima was prepared. He had stopped each one, keeping you safe and sound. As of one week ago, he had officially been given a firearm to keep strapped to his thigh at all times now.

It was an unfamiliar weight, one that still twisted his stomach and made him nervous, but he knew the reason why it was needed. Since the gun had been added to his gear, the attacks stopped. He was definitely not ready to be firing it anytime soon, but it had deterred the attackers for the time being.

Kirishima paused when he heard his earpiece ring, and he dropped his phone where he had been watching your interview despite being there himself.

“Talk to me,” Kirishima answered, his finger pressing the accept button.

“Kirishima!” came the distressed voice of Kimiko, “We just got a tip!”

Kirishima stilled, his eyes scanning the empty hallways that stretched throughout the private hot springs.

“I don’t know, but a person with connections with this mastermind said something about how there were two more events he was staging. Today is one of them!”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, his lips parting to answer Kimiko when instead there was a large, loud crash in the water from inside your room. He assumed the worst.

“Y/n!” Kirishima shouted, hands throwing open the sliding door and racing through the storage room, the shower, and exited out into the hot spring.

Steam curled through the wind, the white wisps of steam feeling warm and light against Kirishima’s skin, and Kirishima panicked when he couldn’t see your shadow or figure in the hot springs.

“Where is she?! Is she alright?!” Kimiko panicked, her voice panicking already. “I’ll call the—”

Kirishima turned on his heel, ready to complete a full sweep of the outdoor hot spring when he crashed into something smaller than he was… smaller, softer, and definitely the shape of a woman. Kirishima felt his entire body stiffen when his rough palms felt the undeniable feeling of wet, warm skin.

“Oh my god,” he heard you shriek. “KIRISHIMA!”

“She’s all good, Kimiko,” Kirishima stifled out, his voice tight, his head slamming backward so that his eyes were concentrated on the starry night sky.

“...sorry… uh aha! Another client of mine is calling, goodbye!” Kimiko’s apology was meek and small before she hung up.

Kirishima’s mind was racing a mile a minute, but his body was frozen, unmoving like a rock when he realized that pressing to his stomach was, without a doubt, your breasts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What are you doing in here, pervert?!” you splutter, your hands pressing to his stomach as you step away. “Are you a pervert or something?!”

“I, no! No! Of course not! Fuck, shit, I’m so sorry! I’ll go! There was a tip that something was going to happen right now, and there was a crash and—”

“What are you looking at?” you exclaim, squeaky frustration heavy on your tongue. “There’s nothing wrong with the sky! Look me in the eyes? Have you never been to a co-ed hot spring before?!”

“Y-Yes, sorry!” Kirishima apologized, bowing slightly in apology before he peered down. Still, his face bursted in a flame as he watched the way your jaw dropped in disbelief, the dewy wetness of the hot spring clinging to your body. You were, obviously, soaked, and Kirishima bit his tongue as hard as he could to keep the whimper from expelling past his lips when he saw the light gleaming off your breasts. But he watched your face shift between a million emotions, each one appearing too fast for him to read, too fast to register, but he saw the way a single-arm wrap around your breast and the other shoving into his stomach.

“PERVERT!”

“What?!”

“That was a test! This is my private room! I have the right to not be willing to be looked at right now!” you shrieked as Kirishima spun around, allowing you the complete privacy of his gaze.

“You told me to look at you!” he squawked. “Y-You told me, and I listened because of our contract!”

Kirishima could feel his body trembling, his mind reeling in disbelief that he definitely saw you in your entire nakedness, and if the swirling heat in his stomach had anything to say about it, he liked it. Fuck.

There was a soft laugh and the sound of sloshing water as you probably (he wouldn’t know because he wasn’t looking) reentered the spring.

“I know, I was teasing,” you sing, and he can tell the water is gliding around your body. “Turn around, Kiri, let’s talk.”

“Haha, um, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Kirishima admits, although sitting in this steam-filled space with just you sounds so very nice. 

“Why not?” you asked, voice sounding a bit upset.

“I’m supposed to be outside, doing my job?”

“Augh, but these private springs are so boring alone,” your voice whines; the water sloshes, and Kirishima winces at the slight throb on his tongue as he continues to look at not your direction. “Turn around, Kiri.”

Not too long ago, you had taken to calling him Kiri, a subtle change, a not unusual nickname people gave him. But just because it was you, his stomach flipped and twisted, and now with the image of your tits in mind, his dick throbbed. 

Gulping, Kirishima turned, his gaze bashfully looking down at you before glancing away. You were chest-deep in the hot springs, tendrils of your wet hair sticking to your neck. Was he dead? Maybe dreaming?

No, his dreams were never like this.

“Do you want to come in?” you continued to ask, your body moving towards him in the water until you reached the edge of the pool, arms testing into the black rocks. “You’re the only one not in one, and since I hate being in these alone, I figured you’d like to join.”

Kirishima wanted to join. More than anything, he wanted to take his clothes off and jump into the springs with you, for you, but that would be unprofessional. Entirely and utterly unprofessional.

“Please?” you ask softly, pleadingly, and Kirishima makes the mistake of locking his gaze with yours. 

“...fine, but I’ll be on the other side of the spring,” he concedes, his steps near clumsy and oafish as he stumbles backward to the shower and closet.

“Such a gentleman pervert,” you tease, fingers curling as you wave at him until Kirishima finally closes the door behind him.

The empty room is nearly deafening in its silence and the future as Kirishima slumps against the sliding door, excited apprehension rippling through every cell of his skin as a smile spreads across his face. He walks to the storage room, and despite it being a private room, there were two closets. The closet not already occupying your clothes had the things needed for him, and thankfully, it fit. 

He undressed slowly, folding his clothes and placing them into the cubbies. Fully naked, he approached the showers, and under the lukewarm showerhead, he cleaned his body of any grime, dirt, and sweat. 

Feeling refreshed and clean, Kirishima began his descent to the hot spring, his heart hammering when his fingers grabbed the handle of the door.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, a healthy amount of fear, excitement, and heat drumming through him.

“I’ll keep my virgin eyes away from your body, don’t worry,” came your slow tease, and Kirishima snorted softly.

Kirishima stepped back out to the hot spring.

Just like the first time, the entrance to the spring was warm, the steam seeming thicker than last time, clouding the outdoor room and his sight. You were at the furthest out part of the pool, your back towards them as you worked your fingers through your scalp.

Discarding his slippers at the edge, Kirishima climbed into the pool.

The pool only went as far as his thigh, and he sank into the warm water. It felt wonderful on his body, relaxing his muscles just enough for him to wonder when was the last time he had managed to visit a hot spring.

“I’m in,” Kirishima said, his arms rising up out of the water, resting onto the black stone. “You can turn around now.”

“God, took you long enough,” you tease, your body twisting so that you were facing him again.

To Kirishima’s complete and utter surprise, you stilled, eyes dragging up and down his exposed chest, eyes locked on the series of tattoos all over his right pectoral, and trailed down his right arm. His lips felt dry as your eyes shifted back to his face, to his arm, and back to him. The smile on your face felt weak, but it sent a spiral of dizzying heat through Kirishima when he noticed the hushed lust.

For a while, the two of you remained at opposite ends of the hot spring. Eyes closed, hummed melodies passing through the song. You asked Kirishima about how he felt, if his medication was due for refills, if therapy was okay (he was doing better, a refill was due in two weeks, and therapy was going the same). He asked you about your relationship with Kimiko, with the lawyer, and if you had any real friends within the music industry (Kimiko was like an older cousin to you, the lawyer was a pain to deal with at times, and surprisingly, you did meet some genuine friends). You questioned how his friends were doing, if he had any contact with them despite their busy schedules. 

So Kirishima found himself retelling stories of his coworkers turned close friends. Each story he told left both of you with sore stomachs from laughter, and tears at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. 

“Was the tip story true?” you asked once the quiet overcame and grew old. You shift through the water, getting a bit closer to Kirishima.

Kirishima coughed, suddenly feeling a tad bit shy about his posture, but decided to keep from moving.

“You honestly think I would have barged into here just because I wanted to see you?”

Truthfully, had Kirishima been a man without morals, chivalry, or disrespect for you, he would have. Definitely would have.

“Let a girl dream,” you smile, like a luring siren as you wander closer by just a step. “It would go against everything I know about you, but it’s fun to tease.”

“You’re a bigger brat than I thought you would be,” Kirishima smiles back, trying his best to not show the way goosebumps were bursting against his skin, his eyes locked on yours, trying to not get distracted by the way your wet skin made his mind spin.

“I don’t think I’m a brat,” you counter, getting close enough that he could feel the currents of the water with your movement. But you were far enough that Kirishima felt like pointing out the fact you disregarded his keep apart rule would be a mistake. “How am I a brat?”

The sound of the water rippling through the springs along with the growing noises of the bugs began a melody around the two of you, and all Kirishima could do was stare at the way you blinked your eyes slowly — like a feline stalking a prey.

“A lot of ways, really,” Kirishima breathes, his heart rising up to his throat as he felt your hands gingerly place themselves on his knees.

“Yeah?” you ask, parting through his naked legs, and Kirishima felt his breathing stop when your exposed chest pressed against his. Your lips were ghosting so far from his but tantalizingly close enough that he felt drunk off your sweet breath. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Kirishima sucked in air, his arms resisting movement, and his eyes glanced down at the way your mouth was millimeters from his. His dick was very much interested in what he could do about it, and when your hands grazed up his thigh and onto his chest, Kirishima could feel something rumble in his chest.

He moved to eliminate the space, but there was a crash in the following spring, pushing you away from him long before he could claim your mouth.

“FUCK!” the person in the opposite spring screamed, and Kirishima’s eyes closed in his muted annoyance as you sighed.

His eyes dropped to the water, giving you the privacy to rise out of the water and make your way over to the wall.

“Jenny, are you okay?” you called.

“Give me a warning the next time you try fucking your hot bodyguard in the middle of a private onsen!”

“We weren’t fucking you prude!”

And with that, Kirishima took this as his embarrassed cue to leave.

He stood at the entrance of your private spring for about twenty minutes, entirely uncomfortable with the still hard dick in his pants, rubbing and chaffing against his jeans as he stood there. Eventually, you exited the hot spring, face glowing from the steam and eyes avoiding his gaze as you walked back to your room. Your robe was tight on your body, the hair on the nape of your neck pressed to your skin.

Kirishima sighed as he watched you enter your room, your smile short as you nodded a simple goodnight before letting the door slam shut behind you.

Rubbing his face, Kirishima listened to the voices in his intercom talk about how nothing had happened tonight. An attempted unwelcome visitor tried to get into your room, but they had stopped him. They didn’t fight, but they had run away the moment they caught on to the fact that they weren’t exactly authentic.

Kirishima sighed as he slumped into his room, collapsing on the too small bed as he found himself looking at the ceiling in deep concentration.

What was he going to do now?

That was undeniably sexual, his still semi-hard dick damning evidence to the known fact that he wanted you. By god did he want you. Wanted you beneath him, over him, splitting yourself down onto his cock while you gripped your arms and legs around him, fucking down onto his driving cock. 

Kirishima groaned low in his chest, guilt blooming in the back of his throat as his palm rubbed his pulsing cock.

Bad, Kirishima, bad.

“Kirishima-san?” a voice broke through his earpiece, and Kirishima nearly jumped out of his skin. “Are you there?”

“Hi Kimiko,” Kirishima sighed, his dick deflating instantly. “Everything all right?”

“Ah, yes! Sorry about earlier, the false tip and the sudden abandonment!” Kimiko embarrassingly apologized. “My client was ringing for the fourth time, and while I care deeply for y/n, I had to take it!”

“Mm, no worries, Kimiko,” Kirishima smiled politely despite the lack of visual contact. “How can I help you?”

“Ah, yes,” Kimiko asserted, her tone changing from apology to one of formality. “So, about the visitor incident I’m sure you were brought attention to, it seems that the vehicle they came in was with the driver's plate: T082-23. Does that sound familiar?”

“Not currently,” Kirishima sighed, his body stretching into a sitting up position. “Does it to you?”

“No…” Kimiko admitted, and Kirishima could feel the worried frown on her face. “Well, I just wanted to call and give you that information. It was passed along to me, and they mentioned they hadn’t told you. And since I was going to give you the schedule for the upcoming JRA’s award day, I figured I’d let you know!”

“No problem! Let’s go over the schedule now?”

“Yes! I have a client meeting in America right after this! Can you believe it? An American celebrity wants my help?!”

“That sounds amazing, Kimiko!”

“Okay, so this is how the day’s going to go!”

Date: 7/10 Time: 18:00 Location: Tokyo Hotel Room 101

Kirishima watched as an entire team was getting you dressed up.

Two people were doing your hair, three people doing your nails, one person doing your makeup, and five getting one of your three outfits for the night ready.

According to you, as you had strutted around in these outfits nearly two weeks ago were your red carpet and beginning of the award show outfit, your performance outfit, and of course, the after-party outfit. Each one was different, yet when adorned on your body was a perfect replica of who you were.

Most importantly, the two of you had decided to ignore every single instance of tremendous sexual energy and desire that basically leaked from both of your pores. It was for the best to ignore it. There was no point in pursuing it, especially when there was a known hunt for you, and Kirishima was the last line of defense between you and whoever it was.

Whoever it was, pfft.

Kirishima was willing to bet on who it was already.

Since the night of the initial kidnapping that finally closed the gap between you and Kirishima, there was something that the caught criminal said that stuck with him.

Everything you had coming your way, you deserved, he had said in bitter spite.

The interesting thing was that it was the lawyer who had said that, multiple times at that. The lawyer seemed to have everything to fuel him to rage against you. Everything you said or tried, the lawyer was on your heel, barking at you that it was wrong. Kirishima had also seen the contracts between you and the lawyer, and the amount that he was paid to be your attorney was not large at all.

The mass majority of the funds you earned were always funneled towards charities and organizations you trusted to help people in need — in fact, it was almost 80% of your total earnings. A meek, barely larger than 20% was split between you, your lawyer, Kimiko, your music crew, and any other unforeseen expenses. The lawyer was also in a situation where he was not in demand with clients, and if you weren’t heeding his expensive tag, he needed a new contract with you.

A contract he was always demanding to discuss with you that you denied to change.

Attacks tended to happen days after you and the lawyer tumbled, not enough to rouse suspicion if you weren’t looking, but Kirishima was. He just needed damning evidence now.

Something.

Anything.

And for some reason, his gut was screaming at him that something big was going to happen tonight, that tonight was going to be the last attack—the one to end everything.

So he had told everyone about it. Kimiko, the security at the JRA’s, even you. It made him nervous.

It made his hand sweat, the gun strapped to his thigh feeling like hot iron as he stood about as you laughed with your makeup crew.

Kirishima swore, promised, and vowed he would protect you.

He was going to.

And when the gold dress was tied to your body, fitting you beautifully, Kirishima found himself unable to look away like strands of your hair framed your temples.

“What do you think, Kiri? Will I be on the Best Dressed List?” you asked, tearing Kirishima’s attention away from the bodice and skirt of the dress. Your eyes were bright, hopeful, yearning for a positive reaction from him.

“How could you not be?” Kirishima admitted, his grin toothy, and he shifted against the wall.

“You’ll make me blush,” you grin back, eyes batting just a bit as you clasp your hands together. It takes everything in Kirishima to keep from striding across the space between the two of you and kissing you silly. “Are we ready to go?”

Kirishima wet his lips, unwillingly tearing his gaze from you, and whispers into the intercom.

“Ready to move out?”

“We’re all clear.”

Straightening back up, Kirishima smiled at you, his head motioning towards the door.

“Alright, y/n, let’s see you make some history?”

“Damn right I will.”

Kirishima smiled as he exited first, carving the path for you. 

Paparazzi were on you immediately, the lights flashing and terribly bright as he helped you through the throngs of them. His hand pressed to your back as they screamed demands, most of which you complied with until Kirishima stated that you would be late. You, unfortunately, couldn’t be late to the awards show.

Ushering you into the limousine, Kirishima follows in shortly after you, scrunching up in his seat as he sits opposite of you. However, your typical light and bright demeanor are gone; instead, you seem almost anxious as you open your handbag.

“You okay there?” Kirishima asks as he realizes you pulled out a distinctly obvious metal flask.

“Awards make me nervous,” you painfully admit; you're weakly smiling as you knock back a shot of the drink. “I hate winning and losing; the alcohol makes me less… of a wreck. Do you want some? I think it’s apple soju, I don’t know, a good luck gift from Kimiko.”

Kirishima grins, his eyes rolling as he decides to decline the drink. “Sorry, love, I think that I need to be completely sober for today.”

You scrunch your nose, obviously displeased, “Lame, who shows up to these awards sober?”

“Me,” Kirishima laughed, his head tilting back and scraping against the ceiling of the limousine. 

“Such a prude, sober, pervert,” you sigh, taking yet another swig before putting the flask back into your bag. 

“Such a brat.”

Just like every previous instance, your eyes seem to glow in glee at that name, your lips curling into a pleased smirk as you shrug. It's a sight that makes Kirishima’s mouth dry and heart racing. Fuck, he should not be thinking about fucking you in the limousine right now.

But before the heat in the limousine could simmer to one of undeniable boiling, you had arrived.

Kirishima cleared his throat, sending a quick wink your way as he exited the car first. The first stop was for him to join the lineup to guide you through all the different photo and interview sessions. No one wanted pictures of him emerging from the limo after all. 

There's a moment where after Kirishima closes the door, your eyes filled with worry and excitement as he winked goodbye, that things changed. He stood up, his eyes already scanning the area for anything suspicious, when he saw the all too familiar van.

T082-23.

His eyes widened, his head looking around for anyone else, but there was no one to help. No one could do anything as the car continued to drive away, disappearing from Kirishima’s line of sight. His heart hammered in his chest, and his hands instinctively went to his thigh. He had his firearm… he had it.

With nothing but a quick report to the head of security via his com, Kirishima pushed on ahead, waiting for your descent down the red carpet.

When you eventually emerged from the limousine, Kirishima found that at this moment, the entire world faded away as a gloved hand assisted you out of the vehicle. You were elegant, stunning, a realistic vibrant portrait within his world of greys. As you took photos for the cameras, he was by your side a few strides away as you talked to reporters.

You really came to life right now.

You were beautiful.

“For all the pain in the world that she is, she’s quite charming from a distance, huh?” a voice spoke to his side, and Kirishima froze. His eyes widened completely when he noticed that standing beside him was none other than the lawyer.

The lawyer was dressed in a nice suit, glasses perched on his nose, and for the first time Kirishima had seen, the scowl was not quite so hard.

He was here.

Every warning bell sounded in Kirishima’s head.

This was the man he was so sure was the reason behind your every attack. A man fueled by insufficient funding, a need for a new contract that would never be approved without your signature.

“What are you doing here?” Kirishima asked, subtlety never being something he was ever good with. “I’ve never seen you anywhere except to argue with Y/n about contracts. This doesn’t seem like the appropriate time to be discussing it.”

“Kimiko wanted me to give her a new contract proposal to give to y/n. However, to be fair, it’s quite easy for anything to come down to an argument with y/n,” he shrugs, and Kirishima watches a cloud of emotions pass between the man’s eyes. “At least between her and me, we’ve never gotten along, but I suppose that’s how it is for any type of family who works together.”

Wait.

“What?! Family member?!”

“Yes, I know it’s strange to believe. I am quite ugly, and she is not, but we’re family.”

Kirishima’s mind was racing now. It didn’t make sense. If he was family, why would he be in such pursuit of potentially murdering you? If you were family, he was sure that you would help out? If he needed a raise like he thought, wouldn’t you have helped?

There was no way you wouldn’t.

Was he wrong?

Who was it?

“Kiri!” your voice broke into his mind and tore him back to reality. You waved at him, then passed a stuck-out tongue to the lawyer in a teasing fashion. “Let’s go in?”

Kirishima looked over at the lawyer who greeted a woman, who was also walking down the red carpet, a celebrity he could name no less, with a warm kiss. 

Oh fuck.

He needed to call Kimiko; he was so very wrong.

You had won two awards so far, and at this very moment, Kirishima was being ushered back to his seat in the audience as you were being escorted to the main stage to perform your latest song. You had removed your gold dress for a black, sleek gown. Your lipstick changed to a dark red, and your hands trembled in the white lace gloves you wore.

“Oh, Kiri,” you wheezed almost, your hands shaking as the announcers on stage were announcing the last awards before your performance. “I’m getting nervous. What if I mess up or sing off-key? I’d be the laughing stock!”

Kirishima laughed gently, his hands easily encompassing your waist as he stilled your frantic moves. “Y/l/n y/n, if there is anything I know for sure about you is that you are one hell of a singer and a performer. The awards you’re nominated for tonight speak for themselves! You never fail at your performances, and even if you somehow manage to sing off-key, I’m sure that no one would notice! Your biggest fan in the world won’t notice, at least.”

Not more than seven days ago, when you had cried about the impending nerves of being an artist, Kirishima had come to claim the title of being your biggest fan in the world. It had made you chuckle through your tears before coming near a hysterical laugh as the two of you held each other close.

“You’re a nut, Kirishima Eijirou,” you laugh, hands resting on his lower ribs, but your smile was bright, warm. You paused a bit, fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll sing just for you then, but I think I should take another swig of that soju.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Could you tell that Takeyama is completely drunk off her ass?”

“...she’s drunk?!”

“Exactly, I’ll be fine,” you breathe, taking a new smaller flask from the purse Kirishima was holding for you and taking the final swig. Your face contorts at the bitter liquid. “Ew, Kimiko really fucked me over with this one. Why is it blue?! Have you ever seen blue apple soju?!”

“No?” Kirishima startled, his eyes looking at the indeed splash of blue liquid tainting a small part of your gloves. “Who gave you that one? What happened with the other flask of yours?”

“Oh, Kimiko sent it along after I lost my other one; it’s her own flask,” you said before the backstage crew whisked you away to begin your set, and without you, Kirishima was sent to the audience.

Kirishima felt trapped as he was ushered into his seat, his eyes scanning the entire audience for something suspicious, a familiar face perhaps. His broad shoulders continued to bump into his neighbors, their disgruntled noises doing nothing to stop his worry.

“And now, Y/n,” came the strong voice of the male announcer, and the light dimmed.

Kirishima watched as the spotlight came down upon you, a golden halo of colors against your darkened gown as the instrumentals began to play in the background. And he saw you take a step forward, the building motifs suddenly silencing when you finally sang the first note.

Despite the panic arising in Kirishima, the unknown of who was behind it all, what was going to happen, he stilled at the unmatched strength and ambiance of your voice.

You sang as you did at every stage, to every audience.

There was a reason why you were considered a legend.

And then, with one last sound, one last melody, and your hand holding your microphone dropped. Your chest heaving, tears falling down your face, and the roar of the audience was silent. You looked through the audience, unable to see, but for some reason, you just knew where Kirishima was.

You smile.

But as the looming sounds begin to fill your ear again, you find that the world is hazy.

You swallow, eyes unfocused as you bowed, hurrying to leave the stage.

Kirishima watched as you took a final stumbling step off the stage, something he felt was going to be written off as you stepped on your dress. But his mind whirled.

The lawyer felt like a setup; the contracts made no sense, the blue soju.

How were they related?

What connected them?

“Oh, fuck,” Kirishima whispered, horrified, and immediately his finger pressed to his earpiece. “Find Y/n! Now!”

Kirishima was racing through the back of the venue, the announcers' voices still ringing through the dirty, bleak hallways. You had just won but was written off as being somewhere backstage; after all, the show must go on.

Voices screamed in his earpiece, each declining to have found you. No one had seen you after you stepped off the stage. No one knew who had taken you.

Kirishima noticed the doors closing at the end of the hallway, and with a dreading sense of doom, Kirishima removed the gun from his harness. And with the devil on his heels, he ran.

Kirishima panted as he looked before him.

You were passed out, draped limp, confused, and woozy against Kimiko’s body, and two men knocked unconscious beside them. To anyone else, it looked as if Kimiko had saved you, some guardian angel within this world, but if Kirishima’s gut meant anything, he knew better.

“Kirishima-san!’ Kimiko squeaked as Kirishima raised his gun, his body tense, unwilling to take a chance on her. “I don’t know what those two were doing! I was saving her, I swear!”

“Don’t do this, Kimiko,” Kirishima whispered, his head shaking. “I figured it out.”

There was a shift in Kimiko’s face at that; the scared unknowing hero melted into one of anger, resentment, one of someone who knew they had been outed.

“So, you figured it out,” she bitterly spoke, her arms that were supporting you from behind revealing to be a firearm of your own. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“I can’t say I figured out your reasoning; honestly, it doesn’t make sense to me, but I felt like it was you,” Kirishima carefully states, his heart roaring at the implied danger of the firearm against your chin. “Don’t do anything stupid, Kimiko.”

Kimiko stares, her lips forming a small o before changing into one of a large, near unattached grin.

“Anything stupid? If anyone is doing anything stupid, it's this selfish prick!” Kimiko spits, her arms tightening around you, making you whimper ever so gently in pain. “She thinks she’s so great, so rich, so smart! Just because she wastes most of her money on stupid shit like charity! Everyone thinks working for her is a dream, but they’re all blind idiots!”

Kirishima’s eyes widen as he notices the glazed, unfocused of your eyes as you shift your attention over to him. Were you listening?

“What’s wrong with the contract?” he asks, a small attempt to diffuse the situation.

“The fact she pays me next to nothing, and yet she works me half to death!”

“You have multiple clients, don’t you?” Kirishima splutters, unsure as to what was wrong. “Why is this one contract so important you wanted to frame her lawyer?!”

Kimiko laughs; it’s pitchy, almost hysterical as she bends over, your body slumping further onto the floor. “That was a lie! All a fucking lie! Do you know that I knew no one when I first started? Y/n is a name everyone wants. I don’t need to do anything to get her things! The world wants her! But the other clients? None of them stayed, none of them wanted me past a month! The salary was okay when she was a snot-nosed brat, but ten years later?! NO! She won’t fucking listen. She never fucking listens to anything but herself! So she has the option to give me the eighty percent, or fucking die here!”

Suddenly the gun in Kirishima’s hand feels like a ton, the skin on the back of his neck crawling and slicking with sweat.

“You know how much those charities mean to her,” Kirishima whispers. “She won’t do it.”

Kimiko trembles for a second, her arm holding the firearm lowering as she looks at the wall, shaking.

“Oh my god… you’re right,” Kimiko realizes, horror and uncertainty flashing across her face. “I guess… she has to die, oh my god, she has to die.”

At that moment, the world slowed down, and Kirishima swore he could see the atoms, the electricity flowing through the space between them. Kimiko’s arm holding the gun raising back up to your temple, her smile detached, horrific yet gleeful.

His body trembled as he doubted himself, his mind unsure if the finger on the trigger was going to be strong enough to fire away. Could he do it?

Was he ready?

Actually ready?

Save her, his past whispered.

Save her, his nightmares screamed.

Save her, his heart yelled.

Kirishima raised his arm, his focus blaring, his past just for a moment, forgotten.

BANG!

“The effects of the rohypnol have already worn out. Thankfully she wasn’t given a whole pill. If she experiences any nausea or throws up, please bring her back, should anything else happen, she’ll be okay.”

The words of the doctor rang in Kirishima’s ears. For tonight, they were going to be discharging you to him. Thankfully, it was all happening in Tokyo, so Kirishima’s apartment was near, and if Bakugou was true to his word, it was clean.

With the help of hospital security, he had managed to get your tuxedo concealed body into a car, and the two of you rode off to his apartment. You’ve been silent the entire time, eyes downcasted as you sit pressed to his side, feeling like a small child compared to him. You knew that he was much larger than you, a near two feet taller, but this felt unmatched. 

Kirishima’s jacket was warm around you, it’s sheer largeness another dress on your body, and despite the horrific turn of events, you were feeling warm. You couldn’t remember much of what transpired after stumbling off stage, but you did remember Kirishima bursting through the doors, a look of anger and fear blistering off his person in such a way that made you whimper when you remembered.

You remembered the onsen basically every night, cursing your stupid makeup team for interrupting a night that definitely would have ended with you fucking Kirishima. You cursed yourself for being a coward and not just saying fuck it and fucking him afterward despite the brief awkwardness.

He wanted you, it was clear as day, and you wanted him as well.

Tonight.

“Sorry about how small my apartment is, or if it’s messy, I don’t actually know if my friends have been keeping up with it,” Kirishima apologized, guiding you into the apartment by the small of your back. “You’ll be safe here tonight, and I promise we can get back to your own place tomorrow!”

“Oh, don’t apologize, it’s okay,” you smile, feeling flushed as you cross the entryway to the apartment. His apartment, despite not being home in so long, is clean. The halls aren’t messy, and a hint of lavender is saturated to the air. The dim hallway lights were barely bright enough to cause you to squint as it was dark out. “Thank you for having me tonight, especially after everything.”

At the hospital, you had been given a pair of sweats and a cotton t-shirt. The change in outfit from your event dress was definitely needed, and even though you were sure your makeup was streaked down your face, you felt good hidden in the depths of Kirishima’s jacket.

“Are you hungry?” Kirishima asked, handing over his guest slippers, which you gratefully accepted. “I might have some microwaveable food leftover.”

“Ramen doesn’t sound too bad,” you admit as Kirishima unbuttons the first few buttons on his white dress shirt. You were instantly captivated by the movement, your eyes shifting back to his face when he began to walk off towards the kitchen.

Kirishima talked warmly, keeping the conversation going merrily and bright throughout the entire time in the kitchen. He undoubtedly knew you weren’t entirely okay, and at moments like this, you were entirely grateful for his sweet personality. 

To be fair, you knew that you had been quite unfair to Kirishima in the beginning. Looking back at the first entire month of knowing him, you were horrified and impressed that Kirishima didn’t demand to be dropped. You had been selfish, stubborn, a bottom line brat, and he took it day after day. It wasn’t that you disliked him back then; hell, you had been in a near state of delirium when he entered the door during your first meeting because you had no idea such huge men existed to the caliber of his hotness.

But you resisted and might have been harsher than needed.

It was okay now; after all, if he was genuinely bitter about that entire month still, the onsen said otherwise.

It didn’t take long for your stomach to be filled with warm broth, soft boiled eggs, and ramen noodles. Kirishima did, in fact, have ramen, fresh eggs, and some vegetables. In a grand act of preparing you the most sufficient dinner he could, Kirishima presented this under budget ramen and laughed when you said it was terrific.

But it was growing late.

The two of you still sat at his table that was full of a card game, your empty ramen bowls, and cups of water. The clock on the oven read 23:38, and the city lights were slowly dying.

“Are you ready for bed?” Kirishima eventually asked you. 

You looked up from your joined hands; your fingers had been playing with his thick and long fingers for some time now. The apartment grew steadily quieter as you studied and attempted to memorize each callous and scar on his hands. They were definitely marked and nicked, the sign of the warrior he once was.

“Depends on the bed,” you tease, lips rising into a small smile as you compare your much tinier hands than his. Your fingertips barely passed the edge of his palm. “What does a big guy like you sleep in? A twin? Tatami mat?”

Kirishima laughed, his hands twisting in yours, wrapping it around so that he raised your hands up to press a kiss to the center of your palms. 

“A futon, brat,” Kirishima explained, his smile small but sharp with his humor. “Let’s get you to bed?”

You frown. 

“Where will you be sleeping then?”

“My couch is just fine.”

“I’m sure your stuffing in a trash bag had holes in it.”

“That’s okay,” Kirishima laughed, standing up and quickly taking you to your feet as well. “It’s just for a night, I’ll live.”

Your face warmed immediately as he guided you down the hallway of his apartment before finally coming into what was definitely his room.

Kirishima’s scent was faint in this room, cinnamon, wood, and warm spices. It made your eyes flutter as you observed his room from the entryway as he began to set up the room. 

His eye for interior decoration was quite… different. You smiled brightly as you glanced around; the diverse and rather boyish decorations around the room warmed your heart. It seemed exactly like what you would think of for Kirishima. 

“Well, that’s all!” Kirishima exclaimed, his hands landing on his hips in triumph as he looked around. “The bathroom is the next door over, and I’ll leave a toothbrush out for you. I also left out a new t-shirt of mine if you want to change!”

You nod some more, watching as Kirishima seems unsure of what to do next. He looks around, coughs a bit before nodding.

“Okay, I’ll be leaving—”

“Um, can we talk?” you interrupt, arms wrapping around your body. “I have some things I want to say.”

“Oh, sure!”

“You can sit,” you say, motioning toward the bed. “I have a few things to get off my chest.”

Kirishima pauses for a bit, his eyes looking you over before he eventually nods, and he sits down. The bed slightly creaks under his weight, and you feel your body warm-up at the sound. You want to hear the bed creak more, to rock under the weight of you and him pressed against the sheets as you cried his name.

“What is it?” he asks gently, observing you.

“I just…” you huff, words failing you, your tongue feeling heavy. “I wanted to say thank you for saving me.”

“It was my job to do that,” Kirishima smiled warmly, his arms crossing again.

He was relaxed.

“I mean, I can’t even begin to believe that it was Kimiko who was behind all that, even though we know it was… I know it was,” you trail off, shivering slightly as you remember your ex-managers demented laugh in your ear. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Nothing would’ve happened to you,” Kirishima spoke with finality. “I promised to myself at the first meeting I was going to protect you, hell the entire world would. You’re not going to be taken down by pathetic people like that, not you.”

“Really?”

“One hundred percent.”

“I feel like I should repay you in some way, though,” you rub the back of your neck, eyes fluttering just the slightest bit flirtatious. Kirishima looked at you with full mooned eyes, his arms unfolding and his palms resting onto the bedspread.

“You repay me plenty already,” came his whispered answer, so quiet, so pure you almost smiled. “You don’t have to do anything.”

Your tongue pushes past your lip, wetting the drying skin as you take a step toward him. The shoulders of the jacket slowly fall from your own shoulders, pooling just above your elbows as you stop before him, hands resting daintily on his broad shoulders.

“And what if I want something?” you ask, finding yourself stemming with energy as his legs part, allowing you closer access to him. 

You step in closer and closer until your outer thighs are ghosting against the inner part of his.

“I think it’s in our contract for me to do everything that you request if I remember correctly,” Kirishima whispers, his bright clear red eyes turning a burnt shade: dark and ever consuming. 

“And if I want you to finish what you started over at the onsen?” you press, fingers curling against the muscles of his shoulders before locking behind his neck.

His nose was brushing against yours, cold yet burning against your own skin.

“I’ll gladly show you what I wanted to do that night,” he grunts, eyes deadly, and for the first time, his hands held your waist.

You took a second to recover, your skin sparking with the electricity of his touch, and you suppressed a shiver as you opened your eyes.

“Do it,” you cement your fates, “coward.”

And just like that, in a movement so euphoric, Kirishima’s mouth crashed against yours.

His mouth was hot, dangerous against yours -- a live wire sparking with uncontrollable energy and heat as your mouths danced. Hot puffs of air were passed between your mouths, your fingers shaking with an undeniable release of tension and want. 

The kiss was sloppy, desperate, so needy with unspoken frantic determination to fuck each other until the other could no longer move. 

Kirishima’s hand removed the jacket from your arms, letting the expensive material fall onto the floor with a heavy thud. Despite the lack of warmth the clothing provided, the feeling of Kirishima’s hands rubbing against your bare arms sent your mind spiraling.

“Get on the bed,” Kirishima commands against your mouth. “Let me fuck you.”

The words were nearly embarrassingly desperate, but the tone of his voice spoke of the absolute domination he wished to assert on you. He wanted you in one exact way, and you had a feeling you knew what it was. But if he had been paying attention, Kirishima should already know that getting you to listen was not easy.

“No,” you grin against his mouth.

Kirishima pulls away instantly, his lips red and swollen as he replays your word in his head. He looks frazzled, absolutely delirious already at the simple, passion-filled makeout. As soon as his eyes clear away the fog, your grin drops, and instead, you look at him with fierce determination and defiance. 

“No?” he repeats.

“No,” you confirm.

Your chest feels light, your head spinning as the hands on your waist tighten, and his eyes flash dangerously. The tip of his tongue pushes past his lips before quickly disappearing again. 

“Of course, you’re a brat in bed too, such a fucking princess,” Kirishima shakes his head, but his mouth curving into a shark-like grin. 

Menacing, promising, sending chilling shivers down your spine.

The world spins faster than you can keep up, your mouth opening to shriek as Kirishima easily lifts you up, and has you lying against his lap. 

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, princess,” Kirishima begins, his large fingers hooking into the waistband of the sweats you have on and the panties you’re wearing. “My princess gets rewards for being good. If she can behave properly, she gets to be fucked with dick, her pussy gets to be fucked just the way she pleases.”

You can’t help but stifle a moan that threatens to spill out with his words and the way his hands move down the curve of your ass, exposing the naked skin to him. The waistband of both your panties and sweats stay high up your thighs, and it’s almost embarrassing to know you’re still so clothed despite what’s to come.

“And just what does the Sergeant do to bad girls?” you ask, unable to keep your tongue down, your hips rolling against his lap in undeserved friction.

Unexpectedly, abruptly, a hand comes down harshly onto your bare ass.

The contact is rough, stinging against your ass as you cry out in slight pain.

The hand not currently rubbing a warning circle into your ass twists the hair at the top of your head, lifting your head up so that your ear could near his mouth.

“Bad girls get punishments. They get what I want to give them. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Holy shit,” you whimper, heat flaring between your thighs at the thought of Kirishima doing anything to you regardless of if you were good or bad. You rut your ass back against his hand, longing for a heavier touch, a plea for something more.

“What does the princess want?”

“Nothing,” you bite, and the crashing smack of another spank has you moaning loudly at the stinging pleasure-filled pain. 

“You moaning like a whore at a simple spank says otherwise,” Kirishima chuckles darkly, his fingers pinching your stinging ass as your body bucks against him. He spanks you again, again, and again. Each slap is intentful, powerful, wanting to get you to admit what you want, and you cry against your hands each time, your eyes fluttering as the pain feels good. 

“Of course, a slut like you would be getting off on this,” Kirishima seems amused, his thick finger pressing to the slit of your cunt, spreading your dripping essence against your cunt. He presses against your entrance with just the tip of his finger, and you shriek in a sound for more, your hips jerking backward to get his finger into you, to fuck you with those thick fingers to do something about the growing desperate heat. 

“Kirishima!” you scream, your body sweating and twisting on his lap, desperate to find some way to get him to finger fuck you. 

“Ah, there we go,” he sighs in delight as his fingers swirl at your entrance, increasing the teasing and making your mind spin. “Tell me what you want, brat.”

“You!” you wail, two of his fingers carting between your wet, sloppy heated lips. They graze your clit, stimulating you further as you can do nothing but instinctively jerk against his hold, trying to get him to give you the needed pleasure to build up to an orgasm. “I want you to fuck me so good! Please, Sergeant, please, I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember anything but your name.”

“But you haven’t proven to be a good princess,” Kirishima tuts, his hands disappearing from your pussy despite your crying pleas. His hand grabs your ass, though, massaging the abused skin, grasping it tightly.

You moan, embarrassed at the sensation of his massive hand easily cupping your ass cheek, your fingers fisting into the fabric of his pants as you shake your head.

“Are you going to prove that you’re good?” he asks you, his tone like that of a parent chastising a child. “Gonna prove to me that you can be good?”

You shake pathetically against his legs, but you can’t keep yourself from shaking your head. You can’t prove to him that you would be.

“I can’t!” you whimper loudly, your body twisting on his lap to look up at him, your eyes filled with tears and pleading need. Kirishima looked down at you with lust filled eyes and an undeniable need to be followed.

“You can’t?” he repeats, his head tilting, eyes narrowing, and his fingers dug into your ass. “Or you won’t?”

You tremble on top of him, unable to answer because you weren’t ready to hand over the reins just yet. You didn’t want to submit so fast, you wanted to make his own head dizzy with need but the stubbornness to continue punishing you the way he was promising.

“I won’t,” you gasp, eyes fluttering at the way he finally drops your head.

You gasp loudly as you find him shoving you off his lap, and with your panties and sweats sitting so awkwardly high on your legs, you find yourself tumbling off his lap and onto the floor.

“Guess if you don’t want to behave, I’ll treat you like some fucking pussy pocket and dispose of you once I’m done,” Kirishima easily breathes, and you look up at the now standing man as he tears his shirt off.

Your mouth waters, your cunt throbbing at the sight of the rippling muscles and dark lines of his tattoos on his upper body. You watch fascinated, like one does to a masterpiece, as he undresses until he’s in nothing but his socks. And at the sight of his dick, you can feel at once all the blood in your flushed face drop directly into your throbbing cunt.

He was fucking enormous, his girth barely fitting into his hand, and the angry red head spilled its precum against his abs. A black happy trail connecting Kirishima’s abs to his vein throbbing cock.

Holy fuck, he could quickly kill you with that.

Kirishima doesn’t ask any questions as he watches your awkwardly dressed state of a body on the floor. His head is tilted upwards, a small pleased smile on his face as he looks down on you, his hand slowly, leisurely fisting his cock as you can do nothing but stare.

You make some insane noise at the back of your throat at this sight, your thighs trembling with need, and you're pushing off your side, your ass burning, and your balance off as you open your mouth, offering all you could to him.

And thankfully, Kirishima allows it.

He’s much too tall for you to suck him off on your knees, so he sits back down onto the bed, letting you scamper between his legs, mouth open wide like some needy pet.

“Such a good little slut,” Kirishima sighs, sinking his cock into your wet, hot mouth. “Such a fucking cockwhore, all it took was a single glance for you to lose your will.”

You whine against his dick, your jaw tight with the stretch, your tongue lapping so desperately around the cock that was no more than halfway in yet couldn’t go in any further.

“Suck me right, and I’ll reward you by fucking that pretty little pussy of yours,” Kirishima grunts, his fingers pressing into the side of your neck as he ruts his hips up into your mouth, shoving his cock even further into your mouth. “And don’t you dare look away from me while you suck me off.”

It feels like fire.

His cock driving down your throat hurts, the taste of his salty pre-cum slathering all over your tongue and dripping out of your mouth with the saliva you can’t control. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you continue to bob your head, continue to fuck him with your throat as animalistic, praiseworthy noises begin spilling from Kirishima’s mouth.

You whimper at the sight of his head dipping back, and you nearly whine when he shoves the fingers he had gathered your juices on into his mouth. He moans at the contact and with his pleasure with your actions so obvious as you choke against his girth. That was hot, holy fuck, you wanted him to fuck you, please fuck you. 

Your eyes close as he begins to fuck faster into your mouth, his delight in hearing you choke around him his driving force. Tears start pouring from your eyes despite your best efforts, your throat and inner thighs burning with lust and need as Kirishima groans, his cock twitching deep in your throat.

Slap!

“Hey!”

Slap!

You gag harshly as your cheeks sting with his heavy slap, your teeth grazing underneath his cock, right against a thick, twisting vein.

“Did I tell you to close your eyes?” Kirishima practically growls, his hands grasping the back of your neck, the other one slapping you across the face yet again. “No. I said… fuck… I said, keep your eyes on me!”

Tears weep down your face, your eyes struggling to keep focus on him as he continued to fuck deep and intensely into your mouth, shoving himself further into you until you could feel his thighs grazing your chin. Oxygen wasn’t flowing anymore; your gags and chokes the only time the burning element could manage to flow through you, but Kirishima doesn’t seem to care. He seems to delight in the way you are, despite it all, are moaning and looking at him in a pleading way for more.

More, you plead.

And he delivers. 

Kirishima pulls his still hard, not yet cummed, dick out of your mouth and stands. 

You splutter with the sudden intake of oxygen to your lungs, burning you from the inside out as you splutter on the ground.

“W-What’s going on?” you hoarsely stammer, your jaw and throat aching from its prolonged abuse. “E-Ei?”

However, Kirishima seems dead set on getting you naked, and you squeal in flustered excitement as he rips the shirt off of you and his mouth pressing against yours again. His mouth crashes against yours, and you moan into his mouth immediately.

His tongue curls into your mouth and your tongues press and rub against each other. Each passing second growing more desperate, needier, more intense as your clothes are ripped one by one off your body.

“Holy fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kirishima nearly whines, his mouth trailing down your neck, biting and sucking against every centimeter of skin he passed. “Wanted to fuck you against the wall, in my bed, and now I get to do that.”

“Please, please, fuck me, please,” you beg, your voice bordering a wail as your arms wrap around his neck, letting him lift you up off the floor. Despite you being so much smaller than him that when he held you to him, your cunt wasn’t pressed to his angry leaking cock, you continued to desperately roll your hips against his abs, the friction welcomed and easing the building pressure. It was an action conveying just what you wanted. “I need you in me, Sergeant!”

“Just cuz… holy fuck,” Kirishima breathes ragged, his body twisting around, and you cried when the cold sheets pressed into your back. “Imma fuck you, Imma… god, just fucking watch.”

Your head thrashed back onto the pillow as Kirishima’s teeth sunk into your collarbone, then captured your sensitive nipples, his fingers dancing against your clit and teasing your center. 

“Now!” you cry, fingers digging into his shoulder. “Put it in!”

This time, Kirishima didn’t need to be told twice.

His larger body was suddenly pressed entirely against yours, dwarfing you immediately as your arms wrapped around his back as his cock slammed into you. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, your pussy stretched beyond its typical limits by his girth, his size, his power.

Your cunt throbbed around him, your face buried within his pecs as you, despite the searing pain, shove your hips up towards him. Fucking into him, sucking him further into you.

“Holy shit,” Kirishima groans, “you’re amazing.”

“Talk less, fuck me more!” you screech, your body spasming, twitching so hard from the splitting pleasure and the lava pit in your stomach, and Kirishima does that exactly.

His hips begin to meet yours in equaled power, slamming into you so that the bed creaked beneath you. He fucked you until he had to hold a hand on your hip so you could stay there, and you kept a hand on the wall to continue to push yourself down onto his cock.

You screamed with pleasure, cried for more, Kirishima’s shark-like smirk getting bolder, darker, hotter with every slam of his hips until his tattooed right arm shot down. His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you.

“You’re so loud, princess,” Kirishima moans, clearly liking your loud noises, “but you’re going to wake everyone in Tokyo.”

His hand around your throat is enough to have your legs trembling around his waist, your choked and muffled moans and splutters drowning out even more as he pressed a kiss onto you. He kissed you, licking your mouth, and devouring your every word and thought. Your core twisted, tightened, and burned. It throbbed and clenched with it’s impending orgasm, and your body began to tense to the heavens as his cock throbbed deep within you.

“Who saved you?”

“E-Ei did,” you garble.

“Who’s fucking you?”

“E-Ei is!”

“Who’s going to fucking cum when I tell her to?”

“Me! Fuck, me!”

Kirishima laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist, and in one final, fleeting burst of strength, fucks into you with his own power, needs, and desire, and you can only take it. “Cum, princess,” he whispered almost sweetly against the top of your head, and it was all over. Your teeth sink into his chest as you scream, a blinding white light erupting through your vision as you cum around his cock.

Kirishima whimpers, his cock still pushing deep into your cunt, until you can feel the warm spill of his seed in your womb.

He collapses to the side of you, taking you with him so that you were resting on his sweaty chest.

“Holy shit,” Kirishima whispered after a bit, your body already warm and too lethargic to notice the star-like tone to his voice. “That was fucking… holy shit.”

“Does this mean you like me?” you half tease, half wonder.

There’s a pause, a silence, and you wonder if maybe he had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t.

“I’ve been in love with you for some time now, I think,” he admits, his hand beginning to rub small circles into your back.

You find that despite the exhaustion, warmth floods your cheeks.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to discuss a more… permanent and maybe different contract tomorrow morning, huh?”

Kirishima chuckles, and you find yourself smiling into his chest.

“I think we do.”

[morbidkisses]

I’m not sure how your requests work or what you would need, but could I get a yandere Hoseok story please?

You Belong With Me. (y! hoseok drabble)

warning: yandere themes, obsessive themes, yandere behavior, manipulation, abusive relationships, hobi gets kind of aggressive later on in the story, misogyny, choking, hair pulling, reader is chained up to the wall, death, minor character deaths.

summary: you get into an argument with hoseok because he refuses to let you go outside and catch up with your friends over a few drinks.

I do not condone this type of behavior so please don't romanticize this type of sick behavior, and if you're part in an abusive relationship please seek help!

once again this is FICTION, and yandere is counted as horror/mystery type of shit so stay safe bubbies! oh and this might be triggering so please read at your own risk, and if you don't like stuff like this then SCROLL. I talk too much-

"What? so you love them more than me??"

you rolled your eyes and sighed in exasperation. your boyfriend was being irrational at this point, and it was driving you crazy. You met hoseok a few weeks ago, and you were charmed by his radiant smile, his sweet words, he was the perfect gentleman with good looks and a fat bank account, you couldn't say no when he asked you out on a date, how could you? he was literally so perfect, but you were too blind to see the dark imperfections hidden behind his bright smile.

"For the hundredth time, hobi, they're my friends and I just want to catch up with them! You're being illogical-"

"How am I the one being illogical when you're the one who is choosing your so-called friends over me???" He threw his hands in the air to emphasize his point, his eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out.

"Just because I want to see them and talk to them doesn't mean I love them more than you, for God's sake!!! stop being so childish." you yelled out as you tugged at your hair strands in frustration. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? it wasn't like you were going out to cheat on him with someone else, you just wanted to go out and catch up with your friends at the local bar.

"You're not going, and that's the end of this stupid discussion, love. Now, get your ass back in the bedroom and change into something proper, you look like a slut in that dress."

Okay. that was it. You grabbed the first thing your hands could find, which was a tissue box and threw it at him as hard as you possibly could in rage. How dare he call you that, your dress was completely fine. You were clad in a simple black dress that dropped right above your knees and the only thing that could be considered inappropriate by society was the little cleavage that was showing, but even if you were to go out in the tightest dress he still had no rights to call you that. You had to leave him. And leave him you did.

"You're such a bitch, I tried to make this shit work but honestly I'm fed up with your immature ass. Im leaving." you picked up your purse which had your car keys and phone in it, before walking towards the entrance door and opening it.

"don't bother calling me again." you mumbled before slamming the door shut behind you.

Hoseok was in a state of shock, his soul had left his body, he couldn't process what just happened. It felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice cold water on him.

"n-no... y/n, sweetie, come back..." his voice cracked as he fell to his knees in devastation. He knew you could no longer hear him, but he hoped you would come back through those doors and hug him. How could you be so cruel? You were the reason he was breathing? He felt like all the light was pulled out of him, his mind going numb as he stared down at his hands.

Soft cries left his lips as his stature stuttered while he sobbed silently, but not before long, he broke into an unhinged laughter as he sat down on the ground and leaned back against the couch, his eyes stuck to the door you had so rudely slammed into his face. All traces of sadness had disappeared from his face, a devilish smirk replacing the heartbreaking frown.

You were going to regret this big time.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Tae, my birdie just left me, can you do me a favor and bring her back to me?"

The person on the other line scoffed audibly

"Do I even have a choice?" 'Tae' groaned.

"Not really. Be careful not to hurt her, and bring her two little friends with her as well, I don't care if you hurt them just keep those two alive, my birdie needs to learn a lesson."

A sigh could be heard from the other line before 'tae' mumbled an okay.

"I'll text you the location."

Everything was a blur, one moment you were laughing and having fun with your friends and the very next second you fell unconscious. Unknown to you, someone might have put a few ingredients in your drinks.

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, your mind was fogged up and you couldn't think. A groan left your lips as you brought your hands up to rub your temples. You sat up on what seemed to be a bed, your mind started clearing up, but you were still confused, where were you? what happened? You fully opened your eyes and panic started filling your mind as you realized you were in Hoseok's room. You started hyperventilating and quickly got out of bed, but you felt something heavy around your ankle.

was he fucking serious???

He had cuffed your ankles, you were literally chained to the wall. the chain was long enough for you to roam around the room and the bathroom.

You were hysteric, trying your hardest to pull out the thick chains from the wall, but your efforts were futile. Silent sobs began pouring from your lips as you panicked. After giving up you slumped against the wall and hugged your knees as you cried to yourself.

"Oh you're up!" Hoseok beamed as he entered the room.

Furious yet terrified, you stood up and charged at him full speed before grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt and yanking him closer to your face.

"Listen here, you crazy psychopath, if you don't let me out of here right now I'll-"

"oh please, what are you gonna do?" he grinned sinisterly as he gingerly ran his fingers through your hair, you were such a cute little thing, bluffing around. You couldn't do shit to him at the moment, and both of you were aware of that fact. His gentle strokes didn't last long as he yanked your hair back.

"You must learn your lesson, my love, I didn't want to do this but you misbehaved."

His other hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain. Your face started becoming red as you tugged at his hand.

"p-plea... se... s-sto..."

He scoffed at your expression as he tilted his head. "know your place."

He tightened his grip one last time before letting you fall to the ground on your knees, before you broke into a coughing fit.

"That's where you belong" his tone was enough to make you shudder. "you belong with me... completely at my mercy."

You didn't have it in you to fight more so you just weakly glared up at him, your legs felt numb, rendering you motionless on your knees.

"I hate you..."

"aw, but I've barely started your punishment, love! It's still too early to hate me!"

although your words stung him a bit, he didn't show it. He just feigned an innocent smile before he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Bewildered by his actions, you frowned. What was he up to? what did he mean when he said it's still too early to hate him?

"Ah Tae! Hello!" He sounded awfully cheerful and enthusiastic. How could he shift his mood like that. It seemed as if he was face timing someone on his phone.

Hoseok looked down at you and he almost cooed at your adorably confused expression.

a sigh was heard from the other line. "You owe me big time, hoseok."

"yeah yeah, I'll send you the money later. Can you show me our friends for a bit?"

no.. he couldn't mean...

He crouched down next to you and showed you the screen of his phone. Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly began shaking your head.

"Hobi, please no no, please! Leave them out of this please!" you almost choked on your tears as you begged him to let your friends go.

"it's a bit too late for that, baby." he pressed a kiss to your temple which made your skin crawl in disgust.

"YOU BASTARD, LET THEM GO." you screamed at the screen as you watched your best friends tied up and severely bruised.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." 'Tae' muttered. You couldn't see his face on the screen, probably because he was using the back camera to show your friends.

"the fuck am I supposed to do now?" the person behind the camera asked.

"oh just finish them off."

Hoseok sat down on the ground and back hugged your body, his head resting on your shoulder as he made sure your eyes didn't leave the screen.

"no please don't! I'm begging you please stop!" you cried out as the camera got closer to your friends. Your friends' cries were left unheard as two bullets were shot right into their skulls.

You let out a blood curling scream as you thrashed around, but hoseok was stronger than you, so he held you down with ease. How could he do that?

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you both, you motherfuckers!" you screamed at them both as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"thank you, tae, I owe you! bye bye!" he ended the call.

"You see love, we could've avoided all of this... if you had just been obedient. This is all your fault, I hope you know that." he sighed as he looked down at your crying form.

He was sick, how could he say that, did he feel no remorse?

"you can't leave me... you belong to me."

a/n: that was kind of shitty- but I tried- sorry for the late updates! I hope you like it :]]

this is unedited by the way :]

oh and I used a yandere starter prompt by @yandere-daydreams ! :]

[littlx-songbxrd]

Ok I meant to answer you're question about what I thought of the show ages ago but I forgot.

I LOVED IT OMGGGG! I got so many kitty vibes from Wilhelm and Simon! The touching! The softness! It's those vibes exactly! I want that energy in TWP.

COMRADE SIMON!! We stan! That speech he made at the very beginning about the differences in attitudes towards "tax evasion" vs. "Welfare fraud." Legend behavior.

Sara!!!! My girl!!!!!! An autistic/adhd character PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS!!!! THIS IS SO HUGE!!! I would die for my problematic queen. I made an entire post on her but the gist is, I get where she's coming from and understand why she feels the way she feels but dear God girl make better choices and stay the hell away from August.

Speaking of.... I wanna run August over several times. Vroom vroom motherfucker. The fact that he

- filmed MINORS HAVING SEX AND TGE POSTED IT ONLINE

-kissed Sara behind Felice's back when they were still dating WITHOUT HER CONSENT BTW

- Wanted to blame Simon for the drugs because he knew it would be easy because Simon's family is lower class and doesnt have the same social standing as one of the "members of the society"

- Also it didn't escape my notice that the cult like faternety type group with all the rich, mainly white boys is called The Society. This shows commentary on class is vv interesting. Especially the little things like two girls just randomly advocating for THE DEATH PENALTY. The rich people audacity.

-Anyways back to August, when he tried to excuse his actions with Wilhelm and get all teary like no bitch you can't manipulate your way out of this one. And again with Sara! When he said "Wilhelm has everything" I wanted to scream! Like he's fucking closeted and clearly suffering from panic attacks and extreme anxiety you moron.

-Anyways!! I also think that Wilhem might be autistic because he just feels autistic. Like the vibes are there.

- The girl group is so sweet? And to have the popular girl be a Black girl who isn't "stereotypically attractive" with a more medium sized body and bad acne. As someone who has really bad skin I needed that. Felice is kinda awesome imo.

Let me see what else??

-Simon and his mom speaking Spanish consistently throughout the show. It sounded pretty natural to me? But I'm not a native speaker. (Or even fluent honestly lol.)

- Simon and Wilhelm are honestly so adorable and in love and it made my heart ache. (I am so touch starved I swear..)

-My only main beef is the outing plotline and the show using an outdated medical term for Sara, aspergers. It's literally just autism. Also it's kind of offensive because Hans Asperger was a n*zi who literally killed autistic children because they weren't useful to capitalism. SOOOO yeah.

As for the outing plotline, I feel like the cishets have like three plotlines that they use for queer stories. Outing/coming out, one of them dies, or one if them bullies the other until they both fall in love. It's tired.

But overall I really loved it.

HI SORRY I HADNT REPLIED

I wanted to correctly talk to you about this series so I logged in through my computer to make it easier for me :D

LOOK AT THIS POINT IVE RELATED THEM TO LITERALLY EVERY COMFORT SHIP I HAVE LIKE. I've compared this to kitty, I've compared this to Thomastair, I've compared this to my friends to ocs who she has obsessed me with (youd actually like them if you liked this tbh) IVE COMPARED ME TO MY OCS

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I JUST LOVE THEM

IF KITTY DOESNT HAVE THIS ENERGY IN TWP WHAT WAS THE POINT

what was the point cc??

S I M O N

OH GOD WHEN HE SAID THAT I WENT OMG YEAH

new favorite character

Great

SHES PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS?? Sorry I hadn't known! Haven't actually gotten to obsessively look at the cast I've been trying to get over the last episode BUT THATS SO COOL. SARA IS AMAZING AND I ADORE HER. I'll read your post after this! But of course STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM AUGUST GIRL PLEASE

Tbh I understood where she was coming from with everything with Simons image falling apart and her having to suffer when she had just started having friends , just after finding he had been lying to her. But love, AUGUST?

A U G U S T ???

WHO JUST FOUND OUT OUTED YOUR BROTHER

Also random and stealing this from @marzzinaa i totally hc Sara as a demi girl for some reason

Im kinda sad we didnt see her speak spanish as much we did simon :(

But oh well I LOVE HER AND YEAH STAY AWAY FROM AUGUST GOD

FAE WE RUN HIM OVER TOGETHER BROOM BROOM

You already said it all, I just agree

Ok I'll bring a machete you bring whatever you wish and we kill him sound good?

ALSO YEAH I TOTALLY NOTICED HOW THE ECONOMIC DINAMICS CAME INTO PLAY AND HOW IT BASICALLY LET YOU KNOW HOW THE PRIVILEGED ELITES COULD GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING

meanwhile they wanted to pass off to Simon who came from a lower class family the blame

Also I'd like to mention how that would also play into the stereotype latinos are all drug dealers

Which I love how they didnt make his dead beat alcoholic man the latino parent, when I first read the description I thought they might do that, but im so glad they didnt

I think it might have been a comentary idk i liked that they DIDNT make the poc parent the dead beat

THE FRIEND GROUP WAS SO COOL AND I LOVED ALL OF THEM AND YES FELICE WAS JUST <3

I love how they didnt make her stereotypically perfect AND YES MID SIZED REP WAS AMAZING TO SEE

Also im so glad you got to see that represented!!

So I am a native speaker and him talking to his mom MADE ME CRY

it was WONDERFUL I WANT MORE OF IT

pls most her phrases reminded me to my own mom

Autistic wilhelm you say?? omg tell me more (if you want)

Oh thats awful, well I'll just refer to Sara as autistic and hope the showrunners fix that next season because if they dont-

Yikes

Oh yeah, thats valid critisism. But in my opinion they actually wrote it pretty well so I wont really be complaining about an overall media problem with queer stories rn. If so I'll be here all day. But yeah its an overall problem but it wasnt done bad in my opinion so!

I'll shut up, for now

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT FEEL FREE TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT WITH ME PLS ITS MY OBSESSION NOW IM GONNA BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT ALL MONTH

[derekmorganscrocs]

Nancy Drew 2x5

Thoughts While Watching!

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS.

The episode was so chaotic I couldn’t hold back. PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED!!!

Using yourselves as bait is a horrible idea. Off to a great start also Ace looks adorable in moonlight.

George and her sisters taking a selfie almost made me burst into tears.

WALLET CHAIN NICK WALLET CHAIN NICK WALLET CHAIN NICK WOW ONG ARMS (ok looking back maybe a minor overreaction but it’s facts, sorry.)

IF ACE DIES I WILL RIOT. RIOT.

WOAH BESS AND GEORGE. DONT GANG UP ON ACE YOU FUCKERS. YOU FUCKERS. I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE UPON YOU. OH SHIT NICK IS SNAPPING AT NANCY. OUCH STOP FIGHTING YALL ARE SUPPOSED TO BFFS. ok I mean it kinda is Nancy’s fault but that was kinda harsh my guys.

Also I love that jacket that Ace keeps wearing it’s adorable. (Commercial break rn. Yes I still think hallmark men look like property brothers.)

THE GURLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN. BUT ALSO TEAMING UP TO SPY ON NANCY. STOP THEY’RE ALREADY ARGUING ABOUT BINOCULARS. OMFG WHY DID RYANS DAD STICK A PI ON HIM WTF FATHER SON BONDING??? ahahhahha parenting books-

Carson and Ryan’s friendship is a crackship and I LOVE IT.

Something seems a little off about Hannah and it may just be me, but I’m a little suspicious of her.

THE WAY RYAN TRIED TO HIDE “respectfully following, maybe-“ STOP “you keep a vacuum in your trunk” STOP BOTH DADS KEEP A VACUUM IN THEIR CAR I CANT.

I thought ace was gonna go in the freezer when he went to get the sand and I was screaming. Literally. “NO! NO! NO.” Then he didn’t.

Do george and nick have double the odds? Sorry that was a bit random.

I’m kinda freakin out rn.

MAAM THIS IS NO TIME TO CHAT.

“The fish lady” even when Im crying over my nerves for Ace he can make me laugh. “Shuffling off our mortal coils” ?? Ok English Major babe.

STOP THE WITNESS PROTECTION PERSON HAS TO BE HIS MOM.

ACE WHY DID YOU NAME YOUR KNiFE MADELINE? WHY DO I LOVE IT?

I feel for Nick rn. He’s so sweet. I CANNOT.

IM FREAKIN OUT MAN.

PLEASE TELL ME CARSON AND RYAN ARE STILL FOLLOWING NANCY PLS PLS

Commercial: this random turtle commercial came on and it has the same energy as “call me elf one more time” from the movie elf. You know, the Christmas one.

NO WHATS HAPPENING WHY ALL OF THEM.

NO ACE NO NO NO IM FIVE SECONDS AWAY FROM TEARS.

OH THAT SCARED ME SHES IN THE TRUCK.

THAT FIRE IS TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING.

Sorry but the show is called nancy drew so I’m not overly worried for her, admittedly it’s nerve wracking, but she’s immune to dead.

NO ACE GOT HIT.

NICK KILLED IT??

LUCY IS GOING TO SAVE NANCY??? OMG PLS LUCY HURRY UP MAAM!! Oh nvm Nancy is an independent queen. Go nancy!!!

OH THANK GOD PLS I JUST SOBBED. ACE IS OK GUYS. Ok it seems like I’m overly obsessed with him, but I knew nancy was safe (main character immunity) and George and Nick we’re together, and Bess has too many loose ends to go yet, but Ace is the only character that doesn’t exist in the books and I’m in love with him, AND HE GOT STABBED. SO YEAH I was the most freaked for him.

TOO EASY. IT WAS TOO EASY. I was right it was too easy.

(Commercial) I have screeched several times. Several. I’m freakin out man!!

Are they just accepting death rn?? What is this? STOP IM ABOUT TO SOB. THE SISTERS I CANT BECAUSE I RELATE TO THAT. ok I’m suddenly seeing myself in george and I can’t. NOT THE FOUND FAMILY I WILL CRY. I WILL.

OH SHIT ITS NOT HIS MOM ITS NOT HIS MOM. THATS SOMEHOW WORSE.

Nick is a badass. Ryan don’t be a dick. Oh of course it’s a copy. Yes Nick blackmail Ryan with ur ex’s name!!! WHY WOULD RYAN NOT ASK ABOUT TOMORROW.

Please Nancy panicking with Carson. I can’t. “I need him now” is pain. OUCHIE. OUCH. Carson pls I’m crying. I CANNOT.

YOU FUCKERS SHOULD’VE JUST SALTED AND BURNED THE NECKLACE. DUMB BITCHES.

Ok I like where we’re going. YES APPEAL TO THE HUMAN. THIS WHAT I BEEN SAYING (other than salt and burn). Nancy/Odette friendship will be gold.

ACE SPEAKS FRENCH ACE SPEAKS FRENCH NICK IS A LITERATURE MAJOR?? OK??? I literally SMACKED my hand on my face when ace rolled that r “j’espère” WOWW

DONT DIE DONT DIE DONT DIE

ACE

OMFG OH SHE THREW THEM ALL. oh I think nancy is breaking through. OMFG.

FRENCH NICK FRENCH NICK FRENCH NICK.

WOW george looks amazing in the blue lighting, I can’t.

Woah. Woah. She really just- THEY DID IT!!! OH NO. NO NO NO. GEORGE.

George needed a redemption arc, where we see her be nice and decent, not to fuckin DIE! WHAT IS THIS. I WILL RIOT. I IDENTIFY WITH GEORGE NOW AND THEY CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.

COMMERCIALS AGAIN!!!! BUBLY AND MICHAEL BUBLÉ I SIMPLY CANNOT. I LOVE MICHAEL BUBLÉ HES JUST THE HUMAN VERSION OF CHRISTMAS AND HAPPINESS.

She said it back. She said it back. PLEASE NO. NO. I CANT. NICK’s VOICE GETTING ALL SMALL. NO. NO. NO. Nick, let ace help you. IM GONNA CRY. NICK ALMOST HAD ME BUT THEN BESS, THEN YOU JUST SEE THAT LITTLE BREAK ON ACES FACE I CANNOT.

STOP. “personal space drew” SHES SASSY ALREADY. NO IM SO HAPPY.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS LAST NICK AND GEORGE MOMENT WAS CHEFS KISS.

“No more curses” YEAH OK HAVE FUN WIT DAT.

That’s a beautiful view though, over the water. George babe, you seem to have summoned odette back. This music is mad creepy.

Something really, really, really bad is about to- (real time reaction here, this is when the smoke thing happened) oh god.

Did she just talk to us?? Nancy just asked us if we heard that? This is gonna be bad. But in a good way.

No thoughts from my sister today because there wasn’t much for funny moments today. Also she seems to be in a bad mood, has been all day.

[kurjakani]

What would be the top 3 things you loved in cyberpunk77?? ❤ Love your sweet oc for it!!

Ahwww THANK U i absolutely fell in love w the lore so I'll defi be working more within the world !!! >:')

1. Characters & character relationships

Genuinely fun stories for characters, their growth, how you take part in their growth and grow from it yourself (though that part is a bit lacking, but I rp w characters a lot anyways :'))!!! Some of them ended up a bit weird, but in a way fitting? Eg. Mr Goro in the Arasaka ending seems so unattached after what you have gone through with him (personally I managed to build good repor w him he was SO SWEET) (he sent me the boomer selfie i love him sm) but it... makes sense for multiple reasons..... !!!!

One thing that did rly make a lot of the interactions stand out was the sit down/lean interactions; whenever V would be prompted to sit down/lean on smth, you get that rly close up n personal pov of the conversation. I don't play a LOT of aaa games, but as far as I've seen it's pretty unique? Comparing to...

Fallout 4's staring off to the distance conversation prompts

Obsidians (fallout nv & outer worlds) "we are keeping eye contact but its rather stiff and extremely centered and you have no control of the view".. thibk this is the most common one?i recall it being in vtmb, skyrim & smth uhhh.... i had one other in mind cabt remember sorry

Compared to;

Cpunk 2077s more pre-designed major shots. You can move your field of view, the characters can get extremely close 2 u depending on the scene etc. I would catch myself rping just, where V would look 2 be real lol. Ofc this was a very minor part, of convos- a lot of them r done from further away, but i think its a rly neat addition to the interactions that made them a lot more intimate& memorable!!! Panam putting her legs on Vs, Royce pointing a gun at u, etc. I think a lot of people would prolly critique the mechanic of locking a player into these convos but I rly don't mind it...

2. Side mission stuff..

A lot of the like.... "go here do this go there do that" issue of side missions can be prettyyyy easily fixed for me by giving sm interesting storyline etc 2 work w and yeah just.... yk.... delamane cabs.... taking over clouds... peter pan braindance stuff... a lot of these missions had like somw small variation 2 keep them exiting, but also just, a bunch of fun stories and ywah :') u can probably guess by now that I like story based games LISTEN it is my weakness yeah

There were some rly fun writers working on cpunk!!! I have some issue w how streamlined Vs personality was, and how a lot of their dialogue came down 2 quips and funnyman stuff, but I think in a way that fits what I've gathered 2 be the feel of the original tabletop game??? Like its fun... it's guggi.

In a way there were points where like, a part of my brain can a lil bit say that some of the stories weren't explored as throughoutly as they could have been but.... exploring them urself is literally half the fun. Which is why it's kinda devastating that the fanbase isn't as big as smth like fallout 4 etc!!!! There was like hours of lore video content & theories for that- smth that could easily be done for cpunk, but i think the early relase that soured ppl 2 cpunk and i think the cost of the game & the cost of the console/pc that youd need 2 play limits the playerbase a lot... so there hasn't been chance for a proper culture like that to flourish, though there is a LOT of incredible fan creations !!!

3. The maelstroms

Listen I'm just obsessed they're so interesting 2 me. The addction to bodymodification, the occult & the crime, their mental states, their health, their LOOK bvs its BEAUTIFUL, their strange lingering between organized and loose and weird..... god I love the maelstroms sm i wanna study them in a little terrarium

Sorry this got qquiiiite rambly but!!! 😭😭😭 i dont have a lot of ppl 2 talk qbt this to so im v exited 2 just go off.... i have a lot of critique of the game but in a loving way, in the same way that I would critisize new vegas or vtbmb.... theres some clumsiness and weirdness, and thats exactly what i love abt it- im kinda aversed to sleek, completely smooth games.

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol