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cigar-ettes · 7 months ago

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FANDOM: HUNTER X HUNTER ⭑.ᐟ

PAIRING: FEITAN X READER ♡

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sexual content, kidnapping mentioned, Feitan is actually quite soft in this fic

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Things have been... Nice. It must have been at least six months. Time definitely gets warped once you lose track. a week would feel like two. A month could feel like three. But six months sounds about right.

But things had been changing, you think.

Feitan had been... Gentler. He even started giving you warmer clothes to wear, more blankets, softer pillows, more soaps, better food. The bare minimum seemed like such a large step for him. Your... Relationship... with Feitan was a confusing one. He had taken you to an unknown location, in a cabin. Don't run, he said, No one around for miles and miles. You die before finding other people.

Things had changed drastically when you stopped fighting back so much. Not that you fought much to begin with. He liked you because your personality seemed submissive, easily influenced. Though it did take more time for you to quit being so skittish around him than he expected. He truly tried his best to be soft around you. He moved slower, his touches were feather like, ghosting over you, sometimes you had wondered if he had even made contact at all.

It was unclear to you why Feitan had taken you. You knew what he did to people that he took here. Granted, he's never made you watch, or go down to the basement. You heard everything, and that left little to the imagination.

You considered that maybe he had some sort of affection for you. He never expressed anything about his personal life, or feelings. At least not to you. But the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like there was a growing tension in the air between you two.

Your heart began to race around him, like a sick drum rattling between your ribs. Why did you feel this way? This man took you away from your home, your life, your freedom. He stuck you in a shitty little broken down cabin, remote from any civilization.

Had things really been changing? Or was it all in your mind?

But still, you couldn't help but stare a little too long at his face, look at him when he was turned around, try and gain his approval with your cleaning and mundane tasks throughout the day. It was strange. Was this what Stockholm syndrome felt like? It didn't feel like what the movies portray. You had felt a genuine liking to his company, and you couldn't explain why.

Well, there was no one else around. Sometimes he would be gone for days at a time, the longest he was gone was for a whole month, you think. Two girls, one with pink hair, and one with black shorter hair, came to the cabin you stayed in. You were hopeful at first, that maybe you had been found, but upon seeing you, they continued their conversation, unpacking bags of unperishables onto the table. Oh, you thought. Feitan must have sent them.

Something in you faltered, the thought of Feitan being around other women was not something you really thought about before. Who were they to him? Were they friends? Did they work together? Was it something else? Maybe the darker haired one was a family member, she seemed to look similar to him, but still, their faces seemed very different. What was this feeling?

After that instance, when Feitan was gone for too long, they both would come by, or just one of them. They were pretty. Really pretty. You looked in the mirror once, after they had left. Something you hadn't done in a long time. Your hair was grown out, longer than you like it. It had grown thinner, you had grown thinner. He didn't feed you much. Your eyes were dark all around, you had almost a sunken in look to you at this point, like you were dead. Your hands were thin, and so were your wrists and ankles. They were beautiful in complexion, hair shiny and nicely done. Their lashes were curled upwards, you could tell they wore light makeup. Their lips were pink and full, they seemed full of life, and most of all they seemed soft. Healthy, and care free. You gripped the sink by the edge. The first time you had seen them you had a sick, ugly feeling that you had shoved down deep inside of you, hoping it would die if you didn't look at it. But it reared its ugly green head in this moment, forcing you to look at it. Jealousy. Jealousy. The feeling that crawled its way up your stomach behind your eyes, making them sting with tears, your head building pressure from holding your breath, not wanting to blink, because if you did, big fat tears would start falling. You didn't think you were the most beautiful girl in the world, you had your insecurities as does every person, but when you saw your face now, you tried remembering what you had looked like the last time you had seen your face before the kidnapping. You felt a heavy feeling in your throat, tears coming down, you couldn't help but cry, and you cried loudly. No one was around. You cried, and cried until your throat was raw. Tears, drool, and snot running down your face as you sat against the tub.

You were forgetting what you used to look like.

These girls had to be close to him, you think. Because he trusts them enough to come here, to bring you things. They look at you like you're just a pet in the room, not speaking to you, not even glancing twice at you, leaving just as quickly as they came. You wanted to say something to them, to ask them who they were, how did they know Feitan? But you never did. You didn't want to know.

Did he think you were pretty? Pretty like them? Surely not, you look sick. That's because you are sick. Your body is sick, your mind is sick. You're starting to feel questionable feelings towards your captor. What's wrong with you? Why did you miss him when he was gone? Why did you feel jealous? Why did you think this much into it?

Feitan was not a man of many words, no, he believed actions were something of more value. This is what he told himself, it was partially true, but part of him was saying this figurative expression because he didn't want to face the fact that he was so emotionally stunted. He had never found purpose in romance. Of course he had found women pretty before, but never enough to do something about it. He never saw the reason why some people were so torn about break ups, and failed relationships. Never understanding why most people have an innate need to have some sort of companionship, through lovers, children, pets, friends, family. It was a mystery to him, but of course, when he found himself stuck in his ways, he had come across you.

You had worked at a small little book shop in a downtown area. The store was impossibly crowded, and small. There were no real interesting books in there, mostly used miscellaneous donated books, ranging from religious context, textbooks, and short stories. He'd walked in there one day to evade the eyes of some people that were out looking for him, he had been dressed casually that day in black pants and a black shirt. You hadn't looked up from the notebook you were scribbling in as you said a brief "Hello, welcome in." To him, to which he did not respond. He was too busy finding his way to the back, keeping an eye through the glass windows of the store, and to his delight, the men he was evading for now, had gone away.

Just to be safe, he figured he would sit tight for twenty minutes or so, just to lose them further. He eventually noticed you, sitting on a stool behind a makeshift counter with receipt paper strewn everywhere, as you seemed to be making calculations on your phone and copying them into a log book. You had looked up at him while he was staring. "Do you need help finding anything today?" You say with a neutral expression. You seemed to be on auto pilot. He shook his head, "No," He said as he shuffles through the books mindlessly in front of him, seeming busy. "Alright, just let me know if you do," You say, turning your attention back to the log book. Feitan eventually found it appropriate to leave, but he had been struck by an arrow of curiosity about you. He followed you home for the next year and a half before he took you. He knew there was no way of you remembering your brief interaction, but it was something he held dearly to himself.

He hated these feelings that you pulled out of him. Why was he so compelled to watch you? Why was he looking forward to it? Why did he feel the need to sabotage any budding relationship you had with any man? Why did he feel jealous. It was an ugly feeling that he stuffed down, but after that year and a half had passed, it had resurfaced in full force, and he just knew he had to have you for himself now.

Which brings us to current day.

Feitan, after much embarrassment and struggle within himself, has finally admitted that he likes you. He really likes you. Like really, really, likes you. He's too afraid to say the other word.

You weaken him, you really do. That giddy boyish feeling he gets when he knows you're pleased with something he's done, that addiction to your approval, the wanting of affection.

He's a grown man, with a crush.

He rarely touches you, no, it electrifies him. He tries to be his gentlest around you. Despite him being very deranged and sadistic, he somehow gathered all his might to not hurt you, to be patient with you as things progressed forward. He knew in his mind that you would eventually get used to the way things are around here. He was just waiting for the day. He has the sneaking suspicion that you're beginning to pick up on his emotional turmoil. So he leaves, for weeks at a time. He needs to collect himself. But he was now returning home.

The front door begins to unlock, bringing your attention to the knob. Was it Feitan? Or was it those girls? You sat on the couch as you heard all 14 locks unlock from the outside, and your eyes dragged down as each became undone. The door opened, and in came Feitan.

You were giddy, but didn't want to show it. "Hi." You say, voice cracking from the lack of speaking. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Hi." He returns, not looking at you. He kicks his shoes off, leaving his socks on. He makes his way to the couch, and sits next to you looking down to the floor, then to you. You both opened your mouth to speak at the same time,

"Who-" "You-"

"Sorry," You say facing your body towards him. "You go ahead."

Feitan follows suit, and faces his body towards you now. "No, you go first." He says, sitting criss cross on the couch cushion in your direction.

"Um... I was going to ask... Who are the girls that come here sometimes?" Your heart began to pick up its pace, you never usually questioned him, in fear of an angry outburst.

"Why you need to know?" He asks.

Maybe things weren't changing after all. He was still so closed off.

Your heart sinks, and he sees it in your face. That jealous feeling taking hold of your heart. He sighs when he sees your eyes dart away awkwardly.

"We... Sometimes work together, on bigger... Projects." He says, trying to casually lift your mood, without seeming like he cared too much. But that didn't matter to you, you turned giddy inside.

"There are others, but I send them because I know they will just ignore you. There are men too, but I will not send them. One other girl, but she is far away."

"Oh." You say almost lighting up, returning your gaze to him. "Okay." You say. You were glad his reasoning behind sending those girls, were possibly because he didn't like the idea of other men being around you, your heart fluttered. You hoped that was the reason.

"What were you going to ask?" You say fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, looking up at him shyly. The look on your face brought a certain warmness to Feitan's face, but it was thankfully covered by his cowl. His eyes never betraying his emotions.

"You sleep in my room now." He says looking at everything but you.

Your face turns bright pink. "I-" You wanted to ask why, but you didn't want to annoy him. "Okay..."

He looks at you after a few moments. "Only because attic is small, and cold. My room is bigger." He explains. "And..." He says looking off, quietly sinking into the couch.

You waited for his next words, hoping to hear something, but you didn't know what.

"And winter is coming. Will be colder."

It's not exactly what you were looking for, but you take it anyways.

Your face still remains pink, and he relaxes his shoulders. You both are only a few inches away from each other, you can see the pinkness rising on his face just over his face covering, but you say nothing about it. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes. Your eyes wander around his entire face, as the both of you unknowingly gravitate towards each others faces. Your head instinctively leans to the right just a bit, and his eyes seem to widen, just barely noticeable. You are soon realizing how close your faces are, you can feel his breath, and you're sure he can feel yours.

You're suddenly conscious of how you might look right now, eyes now darting away from him. You wanted to pull away, but you couldn't, it felt too good. It was the same feeling of being incredibly warm under a blanket in a cold room, you just don't want to get up, even if you need to use the bathroom, or something of the likes.

But to Feitan, it was as if he was witnessing the reflection of the universes grace, you were created perfectly, even now. To him it was a sight to forever endure.

Without further thought, his hands find their way to your wrists, gently holding you in place, your eyes look back at him, you both are impossibly close. It feels like so much time has passed by, yet you're sure it only been a few moments.

Feitan is never one to make a first move, but right now, all patience within him, all months of waiting, and all pining tension he had towards you came crashing down on him with the strength of a thousand beating hearts.

Your lips feathered over each other, almost testing the waters, your eyes fluttering shut, just as his were. He was leaning into you more, your back was being pressed against the arm rest behind you, your wrists gently pinned down to the cushions in front of you.

You returned the kiss. It made a strange cold shiver shoot down his stomach, pooling there, bouncing around inside of him. He could not believe this was actually happening.

Soon enough, the kiss was deepened, neither of you knew who initiated the fervor, but any thought of that was thrown out the window, he was making his way on top of you, his dark hair ticking your temples as you both became breathless in this heated moment.

You didn't know why you did what you did, why you kissed him back, but you know it felt good. You hadn't had much interaction with anyone, let alone anything intimate, so this felt so good. You shut out any feelings of shame or disgust with yourself, you shut out the fact that this man was deranged, and not well in the head, you shut out the fact that he was the one who took you away from the world, and you especially shut out the fact that you were now fully aware of the kind of feelings you had for them. You liked him, like that. You were too afraid to say the other word.

You both pull away out of breath, a string of spit connecting you two briefly, before snapping loose. You were practically drooling in his mouth, and before you could even render yourself embarrassed, he found his way into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking gently. his breath tickling your ear, sending chill down, as his hands moved on either side of your head to uphold himself as he hovered over you. He felt the shiver that you so desperately tried to hide, and he knew to continue his efforts.

With your hands now free, they find themselves wrapped around his neck, loosely as your neck is exposed. Somehow this freezing cabin had become something of a sauna between you two.

His knee finds its place just between yours, hiking up unintentionally as the tension rises.

He gently bites your collar bone, and you whine, something that shoots electricity right down to his pants. He groans into your neck at the sound. He had always wondered what sounds you would make, how quiet or loud you would be. The countless nights he laid in bed staring at the ceiling just imagining how you'd be mewling beneath him, asking, more, more! This was so much better than what he had initially imagined. He wanted to capture this moment in his heart, and keep it there forever.

The pressure of your fingertips increase onto his shoulders as he sloppily kisses your jaw, your delicate fingers finding their way under his jaw, bringing him to face you now, as you kissed him, going from his lips to now his neck, you pulled at the collar of his cowl, pulling down, down, and down. You had never seen Feitan in anything less than long sleeves, and long pants. Seeing the curve of his clavicle was enough to make you blush further. You kissed him there too. You could hear him sharply inhale as you licked and sucked at his ivory skin. It made your legs cross, relieving any pressure you had built up, but before you could register it, your legs were locking his, tucking his clothed thigh right under your heat, it was a surprise, you forgot that he was there. You let out a sweet sound, that was louder than the last, your breath in the crevice of his neck. Your sounds travelled right in his pants, make it incredibly tight.

He applied slight pressure to your core, eliciting another whine. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably stuffed. He furrowed his brows at the pressure, not wanting to push things too far for you, he didn't want you to run away. He looked down onto your expression, brows turned upwards, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape, you're heaving just a little, your lips glistening with spit. The sight makes him forget all that is wrong. You briefly glance at your entangled legs below you both, and you shamelessly begin to paw at his belt buckle, undoing it with very little decency.

Feitan scrunches his brows and clamps his eyes shut. He groans at the feeling, trying to keep composure, as he feels his pants become loose by the hips, his belt undone. His cold hands run under your shirt, and you flinch for a second from the sharp temperature change. He slowly creeps his hands up, and up, and up. By the time his palms grace the top of your stomach, right where your ribcage begins, he can feel your heart pounding in your chest, just as hard as his. This fills him with a quiet glee, though he doesn't show it, as you fiddle with his belt and zipper, he takes his fingers, and gently pushes the strap of your bra off your shoulder, his hands warming in your skin.

Things were changing.

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dilutedconfusion · 1 year ago

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The Nameless

SoftYandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 1) MDNI 18+

CREDITS TO @likeeliterallywtf for requesting this!!! She gave me an amazing request with a detailed description of what she wanted so hopefully I’m doing it justice!!

Summary: Kid sees you for the first time and is stunned. Melting into a cacophony of insistent need to have you. He’s had a rough past with woman before but this felt different. Or at least that was the excuse he was going to use to have you.

Warnings: YANDERE TROPE!!! There is no explicit warnings in this first part but THERE WILL BE. So I would advise not reading this if topics such as mental & physical abuse, blood/gore, and just an overall unhealthy relationship bother you! Of course you can still read this first part if you want just be wary of any of the other chapters.

Word Count: 4.4k

The clawing feeling that Kid felt inside when he first saw you wasn’t something he had expected.

The insistent pumping of his warm blood could be felt like a flame across every inch of his skin. Tying his stomach in knots and melting his marrow as he just stood there like a deer in headlights to watch you from afar. Expecting a glance. Expecting a conversation. Expecting your blood to boil with passion forcing you to run into his arms.

I’m a handsome guy. I’m the future pirate king. I could get any woman I want. But if you impress me enough...then maybe I just want you. This thought dripped like honey on his mind. Enveloping every crevice and stem with just this all-encompassing thought of you.

He could nearly taste you on his tongue. He could nearly feel your hair dance between his fingers. He could nearly see you smiling at him shyly as you spoke to him. A bright red dusted across your cheeks like the slow sweet blossoming of a flower. A flower he wanted to encase in glass and delicately touch whenever the urge hit him.

But just like the glass a wall of space separated the two of you. A gruesome space separating you from the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

He just couldn’t wait to tell you the good news of his arrival.

“Earth to Kid! What the fuck man? Are you even listening to me right now?”

As if cold water had splashed over his face Kid's body jumped a little as he stood. The muscles in his neck tightened spastically. His eyes were weary and his hands nearly vibrated as he slowly came out of his stupor.

“Yeah..yeah uh what..what were you saying?” It was almost physically painful for Kid to take his eyes off you. To give even Heat an ounce of his attention. The slight sheen of sweat gracing his brow got swept back into his hair as he adjusted his goggles a bit.

“Since you’ve been blanking out everything for the last 10 minutes I’ll tell you what’s happening. We’re going shopping right now. Buying some ingredients before we head home. Look I get it, you hate shopping. But at least help me instead of just standing there.” Heat's voice was aggravated and low. A whisper of words meant to reach Kid's ears whilst trying not to reach others.

Kid didn’t particularly understand why Heat seemed so reserved. It was just a crowd. Just a herd of unmentionables moving through the open market. The sun oppressively beat down on the civilians. Their awkward and wayward gawking at the aforementioned pirates wasn’t something new to Kid. But if he wanted anyone to pay attention to him, to look at him at all, he was hoping it’d be you. Yet his hopes were not being met just yet.

You seemed to be staring out just like him on the other side of the street. Thanks to Kids' tall height he could see you past the bobbing heads walking by. No glaring sunlight or bright colors or the vendor's canopy fluttering above him would steal away his attention. Everything seemed to center on you as if it was where his eyes naturally glided.

Side pressed against the tagged and rough alleyway wall you stood. A thin hood covering the softness of your face in a deep shadow. The rest of your clothes seemed worn. You’re canvas pants shredded in a few places along with a rough patch of what looked like dirt on the calf. They led down right to a pair of shit-kicker boots slightly scuffed in some places. The deep red shawl laced with the hood itself covering up the loose black t-shirt hugging your torso. Though compared to the deep rift of darkness in that alleyway nearly swallowing you up, he could still see you crystal clear.

Maybe she’s just trying to stay in the shade. Beat the heat.

There was a keen look in your eye that fluttered over the passersby’s in the street and vendors at their stands. It was sharp and antagonizing. A slight snarl quirked at your lower lip.

You were looking for something or moreover, you were looking for an opportunity.

A thief are we now?

“KID!” A loud thud of pain erupted onto Kid's shin. Making his jaw get even tighter if that was even humanly possible.

“What the hell man? Don’t fucking kick me!” Kid's cheeks became noticeably flushed. Trying to mask his anger but also trying to appease the shop vendor to think that the two of them were at least partially normal.

Heats hands were still occupied with filling a small crate with supplies. Cans, jars, and a load of nonperishables slowly getting jenga-d in there. His sad-looking eyes not even sparing a glance towards Kid. “Quit being creepy and help me pack this shit up or I’m making you carry everything.”

Those words caught in Kids' ears like a fish on a hook. His lips flattened out into something far more ashamed. “I’m not being creepy. You don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

Heat chewed on the inside of his mouth. Holding himself back from saying something too stupid but glowering at him regardless. “Well I have a pretty good idea what you’re doing and it sure as hell doesn’t involve helping me. But since you wanna just gawk, you’re carrying the crate.”

“No the fuck I’m not”

“Yes the fuck you are.” Heat stare didn’t falter in the slightest. Sure this big red-headed brute was his captain but he was also his friend. A friend that just so happened to be a bit strange at times. Heat knew not to try and change him but he also knew to not let Kids habits get in the way of their work.

“Fine” Kid grumbled while sliding the full crate over towards him. Heat then promptly picked up some bags as they were sitting loosely on the floor. Kid hoisted the crate up easily and held it snugly under his right arm. Following Heat in a slow meandering pace out into the street.

Where is she? His eyes glazed over the spot where you once were. That full figure of yours is now gone from his sight. Heat of course was walking way too damn fast. Already a good bit ahead of him and siphoning through the crowd.

Fucking hell where is she? He made no move to walk faster and just scanned the crowd in utter desperation. Hoping to catch a glimpse of your red hood bounding through the streets.

Heat of course gave a wayward glance back towards Kid. His abnormally tall height made it easy to spot him along with the red hair of course. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, coming to a stop in the middle of the street until Kid met up with him.

“Should I just leave you here? I want to get home man it's hot as hell out here.” Heat's voice rasped out in a solemn whisper. Watching the way Kids eyes seemingly couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. Like the rest of the crowd held the promise of wealth and fame if he just looked hard enough.

Or it held another girl like always.

“I’m...I’m coming. I don’t want to have to hold a stupid crate when I…” Kid trailed off. Rubbing his prosthetic hand through his hair as he wistfully imagined the first conversation he might have with you.

She is going to swoon for me. Look up at me with those pretty eyes just begging to be mine. I have to be perfect. I need to show her what I am. What I can provide.

Heat had waited for Kid to finish his sentence but he never did. The redhead just chewed on his lips and looked off into the distance with a thousand-yard stare.

“God if I knew any better I would think little hearts should be floating around you right now. You gotta control yourself, man. Let’s just get home and then you can come back...and do whatever.” Heat stepped next to Kid's side. Trying to persuade him to keep walking as if he were a child.

“There’s no fucking hearts floating around me. It ain’t like that.” Kid snapped his head towards Heat with a snarl. Taking long board steps forward in a stomping motion to get a move on.

“Yeah? Well if that’s true then water must not be wet huh?.” Heat again gnawed on his cheek like always. His sarcasm was raw but his willingness to say more was seemingly gone.

“Shut up! I just don’t want to leave and then I don’t see her again. What if she’s leaving tonight? What if she doesn't live here?” That very thought made Kid's heart skip. Still trying to take notice of every passerby on the street hoping and praying one of them was you.

“So it is about a girl huh? Knew it. It’s fine if she leaves because what does it matter? You could pull someone else or go to a brothel like the rest of us.” Heat cocked his head up at Kid. A wry smile pulled at his lips, or at least the sort of half smile that his sad face could manage.

“I know that asshole. But I’m allowed to want what I want. Don’t judge me for being particular about the chicks I pick up.” Kid scoffed a bit and looked away from Heat. That smile did little to pick up his mood. He began walking even a bit faster. Urgency on his mind as the heels of his boots clicked against the cobblestone road.

“When have I ever cared about what you do with women, Kid? I literally don’t give a shit unless you start acting weird and not doing what you’re supposed to.” There was a slightly serious tone under the natural wave of relaxation that Heat often held. Kid has been infatuated with a few girls in the past few years. Picking them up just to string them along for a month max before leaving them on some island. It was...a questionable choice in his and some of the other crew mate's minds. Though if he was being honest it particularly annoyed him.

He gets hung up. He gets what he wants. He realizes it is not what he wants. He gets mad at the rest of the world for it. What a fun cycle about to start again. Heat nearly rolled his eyes at his thoughts. Gripping the bag handles a bit tighter as he offhandedly glances up at Kid once more.

“All I did was not help you buy and pack shit? Are you seriously complaining about that?” Kid couldn’t particularly see the logic in why Heat was complaining. To him this was simple. To him, he didn’t remember about those handfuls of girls he’d been maybe halfway committed to. It felt real and full and passionate at the start. But then they break his little heart by being completely different than what he expected.

This girl doesn’t seem like that though. She’ll be different. She’ll be perfect. She needs me. I can feel it.

“I’m complaining because I know how you are. You take things too far sometimes.” Heat mumbled his words a bit. Trying to cautiously weasel around the big elephant in the room that was Kid's love language.

Kid, though emotionally unintelligent as he is, still caught on to how Heat was avoiding specifics. He wanted to know what his crew mate thought of him. He wanted to wear it on his chest and feel the piercing sting it might cause.“Too far as in what?” Rolled off his tongue with an emphasis on the what. Eyeballing Heat as they slowly made their way out of the town. A rural glance between here and the sea upon them.

Heat paused for a moment, biting his lip in thought as he tried to piece together the best way to put it. “You..seriously don’t remember that blonde chick? The one that you...” He couldn’t finish his sentence. Not because what happened particularly bothered him. But Kid…just seemed different in the worst possible way the last time he had one of these so-called partners.

“Oh, you mean that. Whatever. She was pushing me to do it. It was practically her fault. I don’t like getting taken for granted and I don’t like my women looking at anyone else. She was just a fling and I’m fucking regretting it.” Kid once again scoffed. Brushing that whole incident aside like it was just dirt on his shoulder.

It wasn’t just nothing though. I’ve never seen him like that before. Heat's worry continued onto the present day. A day he was hoping wouldn’t be another chance for Kid to sink his teeth into someone.“It didn’t seem like a fling at the time...”

“You don’t know how it was! I’m saying she was worthless from the start and I’m fucking right about that. I didn’t take it too far, I took it exactly where it needed to go.” Defensive as always Kid couldn't see his actions as wrong. Heat knew they weren’t good people and he didn’t expect Kid to be a saint.

But what if he gets worse?

“So...are you planning on being the same with this girl?” The question was simple and didn’t point blame at Kid. He hoped Kid would come up with a resounding no. Saying he would take it slow, maybe test the waters a bit more before diving head first. If not for the girl then at least for his own sanity.

“She was pretty. She seemed interesting and there’s not a single doubt in my mind telling me she wouldn’t love me. I’m allowed to go for things that seem good, so quit being jealous.” The strong air of confidence that Kid held was average. He was confident in each and every single syllable that slipped off his tongue. Heat could tell there was no changing that but sometimes he wished his captain wouldn’t be so...persistent.

“I’m not jealous. Like I said, I literally don’t care what you do, I just don’t want it bothering the rest of the crew.” Heat averted the blame for Kids attitude towards him. Shaking his head dismissively as he walked a bit faster to finally approach their ship lined at the docks.

Heat was never much of a man who needed sexual pleasure to get by but Kid definitely was. So it didn’t make sense why Kid thought he was jealous. But Heat supposed Kid would even turn a scorned eye at Killer if he touched his ‘toys’.

“Well, you sound jealous. So don’t be catching looks when I come home with my woman later.” Kid eyed the few crew mates hanging out on deck. The sun slowly dipping into the watery depths of the evening gave him hope that he would have you soon.

Maybe even before midnight if I’m lucky.

Heat cast an accusatory yet playful smile towards Kid.“What are you going to do? Kidnap her? You’re sounding like a creep Kid.” There was a sense of worry in his voice though he tried to laugh through it regardless. Because it simply had to be a joke or else he wouldn’t be laughing.

I mean he would never do anything like that…would he?

Kid's body instantly paused. Leaving Heat to do a double-take and suddenly stop a bit ahead of him. He turned around towards the redhead with a weary glance. Noticing the piercing gaze that shot through him like a pistol.

Resolutions and ravenous tendencies dripped out of the hellhole that was Kids painted mouth.“I am a creep. I’ll be anything and fucking everything I need to be to get what I deserve. And I deserve her.”

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Fuck.

With sprinted exhaustion, each breath became a fiery roar of necessity. Legs close to throbbing from the amount of hits they had taken. A marred bruise turned to blood against your thigh. Each pounding step kept you unbalanced and staggered as you ran as fast as you could.

“Get that fucking thief!”

Shit. There was no time to realize what was happening until someone had slammed a stool down on your thigh. It had sent you toppled over ready to take a few sparse kicks in the spine body before you scurried upwards. Nearly falling face first as you barely managed to climb out of a window and out into the alley.

Now here you were running with a decent amount of money and scraps of food hitting your back. Thudding against your already sore spine you desperately clung to the makeshift tarp you were using as a bag. Your eyes skidded along the road in front of you as you made a sudden and sharp turn into another alleyway. It was slightly more crowded then the last and filled with exactly what you needed.

Perfect. It was a last resort in your mind but you were glad you had thought of it before stealing from that noble's house. You had a way to get into their town connected to the far more poor and dangerous area you were from near the shore.

A water flow system that brought water from the lake down through their city and back into the ocean. Of course, it was guarded on every inch of that huge wall that separated the rich from the degenerates. But you knew how to get in and had for a while now.

The sounds of racing footsteps behind you made your nerves go into overdrive. Hands shaking in a mix of fear and excitement from the rush. You quickly darted into the crowded alleyway. Running behind some large dumpsters you had pushed as a barricade into the middle of the road. Just a small enough slit to let you squeeze through their metal encasings just filled to the brim with rotting food and something a little extra.

Maybe if these dumbasses behind me had a lick of sense they would smell the gas in the air.

There was about a quart of alcohol sprinkled over the perfect kindling that was trash. Along with a very small and homemade piece of dynamite and a half-assed Molotov cocktail just to make it a bit more...well what would you call it?

Eyebrow scorching. Finally, these bastards will look about as ugly as their insides do.

You were quick despite your shaking hands. Picking up the Molotov cocktail you had hidden behind some trash bags. Eyes fluttering down the alley to spot the hoard of angry guards you had roused closing in on you. With quick succession, you threw your bag of goodies a good 20 feet away. Flicking out a lighter tucked into your pocket and walking backward from the men.

A devilish smile couldn’t help but quirk itself at your lips. The darkness that surrounded you now getting filled with the faint spark of light turned that turned into a flame. Butane hitting your senses just so you can breathe it in a bit deeper.

This is going to be satisfying.

You pressed that small flame against the dry rag sticking out of the bottle. Taking no time to throw it as hard as you can directly into the dumpsters.

“BURN IN HELL FUCKERS!” You yelled, a crazed laugh shaking in your chest as you heard the ceremonious crash of glass which of course quickly escalated into huge balls of flames.

The boom that resounded through your stomach and skull was nearly climax-inducing. Your body struggled to fall back as you took in the contrasting flames now filling up the once-dark alleyway with a piercing light. The roofs and windows of the nearby building instantly set on fire. The dumpster now jagged lines of half-melted metal barfing out trash onto the street.

You had shaken your small portion of the world yet again. A small triumph amongst an endless sea of crimes that were your playground.

Their screams took hold of your attention long after you had been staring at those rolling balls of flame. Backing up towards your bag of goodies you listened to the people panic. Trying to find a way to put out the fires the owners of the houses on each side of you called up yet another round of authorities.

Welp, that went accordingly. You walked up to a manhole cover hidden behind a few cardboard boxes you had placed. Picking up the heavy metal with a grunt you slid it over. The men were still trying to see past the dumpsters. Some of them were weaving their way around the buildings to make it to the other side. But you were already two feet underground before they spotted you. Every civilian's eyes were on the fire and every guard just a moment too late.

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The walk home was damp and dark. A small cement trail perfect for a brisk stroll. An underwater river that made up the water system of the city to add to the ambiance. A few rats following you along to keep you company.

It was gross and it was dark and it felt like you.

You had been feeding these rather plump rats for a while now. At first, they nearly bit your fingers off but now the little guys couldn’t help but find your light inviting. The small pitter-patter of their feet across the cement and piping brought you comfort despite being alone.

“Here you go you guys.” You mumbled softly. Quickly breaking off little pieces of bread for each rat as they scurried up to your feet. Standing up on their hind legs as their little hands greatly accepted the bread.

It was a ritual at this point. Like paying the toll on a bridge except you were underground and the toll was entirely self-inflicted. Though the rats clearly appreciated it or so you’d like to think. Their black glassy eyes just near a smile and their quiet squeaks a thank you. Letting you scratch their soft tummies before they hurried into the nooks and crannies that were their home.

A home that was akin to yours as soon as you made your way out of these tunnels.

We’re not so different, you and I.

It was a bit difficult getting out of these tunnels because it required nearly getting swept up in a strong current. A smaller cement walkway slanted down towards the river where all lines of water conjoined back together. So you had to tie your bag to your pants. Looping it through your belt and leaning forward as far as you could go without slipping into the water.

The ceiling above was curved and made out of scratchy brick. You’re ass pressed against the wall as you side shuffled towards the light of night. The cool milky sparkles cast upon the rushing water only halfway distracting you from the gross spiderwebs you sometimes ran across.

Eventually, you made your way out. Quiet as a mouse you pressed you’re back to the tall wall separating the towns. Eyeing a forest line off to your right that would ensure nobody would spot you. Of course, the guards up top swung their blinding lamps and guns at anything that got too close. So you had to hide in the shrubbery that lined the walls. Thorns pricking into your skin though you made sure to wear nothing but long selves as you hurried your way towards home.

Thank god that's over with. You slipped into the forest, finding the trail you had carved out to lead you through the darkness. Your home was pressed against an outcropping of rocks. Wood, tarps, and thatch make up the cabin you belong to. One that was made with inexperience but love.

Walking up to the door you let out a little huff of air. Dusting off the dirt on your clothes before grabbing the handle and walking on through. The cabin was dark inside as you started slipping off your boots. Setting the loot bag down on the ground and bending over to unlace your shoes before kicking them off lazily.

Your thigh was of course still hurting like a bitch even if it had stopped bleeding. Your spine basically imprinted with the few kicks they managed to land on you.

A soft sound caught your ears and made you halt. Noticing the small sliver of light coming from underneath the door to your kitchen.

Did I leave that on? No, I always make sure to turn it off. But maybe I didn’t?

Fear struck you like lightning. You’re body halting as if it had been frozen before you forced yourself to move. Carefully craning your neck and pressing your ear to the wall. There were no loud sounds but you could tell there was some faint shuffling. As if someone was walking around in there looting the place.

I’m getting fucking robbed. Nobody knows I live out here! Did someone trail me to my place?

What once was fear became rage. Grinding your teeth unconsciously as you made your way over to the hallway closet. You tried to stay as quiet as possible. Clicking the door open and grabbing out a stolen rifle. Pressing the hilt of it into your armpit you got yourself ready. Aiming it steady as you cautiously walked up to the door. You gave yourself a second to breathe and wipe your sweaty hands on your pants before quickly opening the door. Letting it slam across the wall as you peered into the lit kitchen.

Eyebrows knitted as you found a nearly 7-foot-tall man at your stove. His wide back turned to you before he swiftly turned around, a big smile on his rosy face.

“Ah, glad you’re home dear. I’m making you something.” His voice was smooth and warm. The light rasp of his throat and the soft light of a lamp cast across his imposing figure. His amber eyes looked up and down between your confused face and the gun in your hands.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Growled out of you. Hands steady as you pointed the gun right at his head. Not daring to take a step closer from the doorway.

With a grunt, he pressed his lower back up against the counter and crossed his hands over his wide chest. The corners of his smile turning more sarcastic around its edges. “Making you dinner that’s what. Though I personally don’t think rifles and pasta mix. But whatever makes my doll happy.”

A/N: So basically Kid is weird as hell. A walking talking red flag if you will. Dude just stared at y/n and was like “Yep…she literally needs me”. AFTER LITERALLY NOT SAYING SINGLE WORD TO HER. JUST DELUSION. Hope you like him like this 💞

#eustass kid #one piece #eustasscaptainkid #one piece eustass #kid pirates #one piece x reader #x reader #eustass kid x reader #heat one piece #yandere #writing trope #toxic love #toxic relationship #18+ mdni

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zazter-den · 2 years ago

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Twisted Reverence

Minors Do Not Interact

Synopsis- You were so caught up in avoiding the Bakugous and Endeavors of the world, that you forgot that dangerous men can sometimes be soft.

Now it's too late.

Warnings- Yandere Deku, NonCon, Babytrapping, Lactation, Imprisonment.

Tags-Aged up(obviously), SoftYandere!Izuku, SoftDom!Izuku, Afab!Reader, Pregnant!Reader.

Word Count- 1K words.

Izuku leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before moving his hand to caress your swollen belly as you lay on his bed. Izuku's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he felt the slight movements of your unborn daughter beneath his fingertips. His emerald eyes flickered with a mix of adoration and possessiveness.

"You're doing such a good job carrying our little one," he whispered with a hint of pride "She's going to be just like her father, a hero in the making." His voice was soft, but brimming with excitement.

Izuku's calloused hand trailed down from your belly to your hip, fingers grazing your skin in a feather-light touch. He leaned in against your ear as he purred, "Let me help you relax, darling. I promise, I'll make you feel good."

His lips descended to your neck, placing a series of soft, tender kisses along your skin. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin, taking care not to leave any marks. His hands moved to skim over your curves, his touch firm yet gentle, eliciting a shiver down your spine.

"I know you hate me, my love," Izuku whispered heavily against your neck, his voice tinged with a mix of desire and sorrow. "But I'll show you... how good we can be together. How much pleasure I can bring you."

His thick fingers dipped lower, tracing along your inner thigh, their warmth contrasting with the cool air of the room. Izuku's touch became bolder, his fingertips pressing against your slick folds, seeking out your swollen clit.

"Give in to me, darling," Izuku murmured huskily, his voice dripping with twisted reverence. "Let me take care of you, completely and utterly. Let me make you forget about everything else, and only focus on the pleasure I can give you. You belong to me now, and I'm going to show you just how much I adore you." His touch was skilled, teasing and coaxing pleasure from you with each stroke. Whether you liked it or not, Izuku knew you inside and out.

Izuku's lips curved into a sly smirk as he continued to stroke your soaked folds with tantalizing skill. His fingers moved faster, adding more pressure on your sensitive clit, his touch becoming rough with terrifying precision.

As Izuku continued his ministrations, his lips found yours, claiming them in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth with a hunger that matched the intensity of his desire. The grip on your body tightened, pulling you closer to him as his own arousal grew, mingling with the heady scent of lust that filled his bedroom.

He pulled away from the kiss, lips trailing down your neck as his mouth found its way to your breasts, his green curls tickling your face for a brief moment. The sight of your swollen nipples, leaking with milk, sent a jolt of hunger through his veins. Izuku's tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, lapping up the sweet nectar that spilled from you. He suckled on each breast, his teeth grazing and tugging at your nipples, simultaneously gentle and demanding.

The No.1 Hero lifted you effortlessly, his hands gripping the underside of your curvy thighs, positioning you to straddle his lap facing him. You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your folds, aching for release. Izuku guided you down, impaling you on his member in one steady motion.

With the way you were seated on his thick dick, his thumb still grinding your clit, you really couldn't help it. A moan escaped your lips as he filled you completely, stretching your walls with a pleasurable sting. The swirl of sensations was intoxicating. Izuku's rough hands gripped your hips firmly, setting a rhythm that was both relentless and somehow controlled. But that was the Izuku Midoriya you knew.

With each thrust, Izuku bullied that sweet spot inside you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy as he pumped into you with unwavering determination. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, mixed with your huffed gasps of pleasure and his husky moans. Your hands found support on his chiseled chest, fingers brushing over a few of the many scars lacing his tan body.

Izuku's mouth found yours once more, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. Tongues tangled, breath mingling, as you lost yourself in the pleasure that consumed you. His thrusts became more desperate, the pace quickening as his climax approached.

As the intensity built within him, Izuku felt your walls clench around him, a pulsing heat that pushed him closer to the edge. With one final, barely restrained thrust, he filled your with his undeniably potent seed. A shiver ran through you as you felt the familiar feeling of cum leaking from your poor pussy, wet trails dripping down his balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

Izuku held you tightly, his breathing ragged against your hair as waves of the pleasure pulled from you still coursed through your body. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple, whispering words of affection and adoration.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with a poisoned sincerity that gripped your chest in a painful vice. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make you love me too."

Izuku's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive force. He pulled you closer to him, the hard length of his cock still buried deep inside you. His muscular arms wrapped you in a unyielding hug, as he pressed more kisses to your hair. The sensation sent waves of conflicting emotions through your body, pleasure mingled with distinct feeling of being caught in trap. "I won't let you go," he whispered, breathless voice echoing in your ears. "You're mine now, my love, and I'll protect you, provide for you both. You don't have to worry about anything anymore."

There was a darkness in Izuku's emerald eyes, a glowing possessiveness that made your heart race with trepidation. He leaned in, nuzzling his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a low and dangerous murmur. "Trust me, darling, you will grow to understand. I just want what's best for you. And that includes being with me."

An original broke artist haiku:

Buy Me a Whiskey

Because You Want Me Tipsy

So I'll Write More Smut

#yandere izuku #izuku x reader #deku x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #mha smut #yandere #mha x reader #bnha x reader #yandere x reader #bnha smut #minors dni #dark content #tw noncon #dividers by @cafekitsune #Zaz drabbles

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flowerwiththemachinegun · 11 months ago

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FF7-1

Minors Do Not Interact. Just a masterlist to keep organized between what's drabbles/hc's. anything in purple is nsfw

Aerith x Reader:

Morning Tease

Shower: Fluff gn

Genesis x Reader:

Eating pussy hc

TsengxReader:

SoftYandereTsengxReader

Cat Dad Tseng

Tseng x Gunsmith!Reader

Nsfw Getback is crazy

Nsfw-ish Tseng snoring hc

Nsfw Tseng eating pussy hc

Nsfw Tseng might be toxic hc

That man kind of nuts too soon

Tseng x Reader x Genesis:

Who's ticklish

"Team work" drabble nsfw

Tseng, Sephiroth, Zack:

Nsfw foot fetish hcs? Gn

AGSZC+Rufus/Tseng/Reno:

Free roam access to your home? HC’s

Angeal x Reader:

Pay Attention to Me?

Does Angeal Dirty Talk?

Angeal x Sephiroth x Reader:

Nsfw/noncon

Sephiroth x Reader:

Reader that loves to cook

SoftYandereHeadcanons

SoftYandere Drabble (it’s just forever)

Nsfw headcanons (series of cheek clapping)

Nsfw headcanons 2(way shorter it's just thoughts)

Soft Yandere Drabble (your scent is different)

AGSZC+Hojo:

Reader that’s prone to migraines hcs(sorry no cloud here)

play fighting hcs

sitting on their laps hcs

HojoxReader:

The Collector Nsfw Gn (original intro here)

second favorite experiment nsfw

Tseng, Hojo, Vincent:

send that man some nudes

Sephiroth Patrol Officer HC

#ff7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #sephiroth x reader #genesis rhapsodos #professor hojo #angeal hewley #zack fair #zack fair x reader #angeal x reader #professor hojo x reader #masterlist #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #tseng x reader #tseng of the turks #tseng ff7

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nekamikaasmr · 23 hours ago

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“You’re mad again? Ugh… fine. I’m sorry, okay?”

(but why are you acting like it was all my fault?)

New ASMR roleplay is up now on YouTube 💋

Flirty. Gaslighty. Possessive. Soft-spoken.

She loves you… a little too much.

🎧: Featuring slowed version of “Feel” by Bury Beneld

🎙️: Voice & editing by me — NekaMika

👉 Watch now https://youtu.be/zQQuaNtiwu0?si=ev8bsLyUcLI-L4h7

💌 Reblogs & feedback make my heart go doki doki~

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#asmr #asmrroleplay #yandereasmr #voiceacting #nekamika #toxiclove #possessivegf #gaslightgatekeepgirlfriend #softyandere #emotionalasmr #comfortgonewrong #darkfeminine #manipulativegf #yanderevibes #asmraudio

#asmr roleplay #asmr rp #asmrcommunity #asmrtist #asmr boyfriend

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yandere-shitposts · 5 years ago

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Soft yanderes @ the people who bother their darlings:

#Yandere #yandere #yandere-shitposts #yandere shitposts #yandereshitposts #yandere-meme #yandere meme #soft yandere #soft-yandere #softyandere

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asoftyandere · 5 years ago

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How are y'all?

#yandere #my melody #yandere simulator #pink #i love my followers #softyandere #asoftyandere

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saitamastamaticsoup · 6 years ago

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#im so so so sorry #softyandere #yancore #tw trauma #actuallytraumatized

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amethystaetae · 5 years ago

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Damsel in distress

Type : One shot

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing : SoftYandere!Yoongi X Reader

Summary : When you're broken-hearted from a breakup, Yoongi decides that only he can treat you right.

Trigger Warnings : Obsessive themes, vague depiction of harassment(?), kidnapping

This is in no way supposed to be a depiction of an ideal relationship. This is written only for entertainment purposes only. I do not condone romantisizing any obsessive and abusive behavior in real life.

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Same old day ( or in this case , night ) , same old routine.

Yoongi was tired of this job. For an introvert like him , the whole scene of a club didn't suit him. The sweaty bodies grinding on each other , the horrid stench of alcohol, the loud deafening cheers and the dance floor which was abused by pounding feet and broken glasses .

He didn't know how he had survived working at a place like this. He had seen his fair share of drunken fights and sad , broken hearted people coming to drown their sorrows away.

There had been instances where he'd wanted to quit, but Yoongi had landed himself in a place which drew in just the right amount of crowd to pay him handsomely.

So he continued , fishing a cloth from his waistband to clean the counter from various spilled drinks, waiting for the night to pass so he could finally go home and work on his music before letting sleep consume him.

That's when he saw you.

There you were - eyes swollen , h/c hair slightly disheveled, a red body fitting dress hugging all your curves and long legs dragging yourself to the bar as if weights had been tied to your ankles.

Yoongi was frozen. He had never seen someone so beautiful. He remained staring at you even as you plopped yourself on a high chair and requested for "the strongest drink they had'' . He couldn't move, he couldn't hear . It was as if the world stopped moving and the only thing he could see was you.

He was finally broken out of his trance when you snapped your fingers in his face.

You pushed the menu towards him and pointed out to what you thought was the right drink for the night. The name sounded intimidating and you could only hope that it would mess you up enough for you to forget about the thing which made you stumble into here in the first place.

Yoongi had never felt like this before. He bent his head down and moved his hands,blindly trying to reach the ingredients for the drink with a rosy blush on his cheeks.

In his mind,he kept repeating the two words you had softly uttered following him giving you your drink.

"Thank You."

He felt like he got punched in the lungs, air whooshing out of him in a single breath. Even your voice was beautiful, like a choir of angels singing only for him to hear. Perhaps he'd done good deeds in his past life to encounter a beauty like you.

He sneaked in some glances while serving others with shaking hands, growing flustered every time he looked at you.

It isn't till you've downed countless drinks that you break down.

"I mean, not to brag but I did everything he loved and wanted. I-I don't understand what I did wrong that he ended up cheating on me!" You practically wailed and sobbed like a child, attracting a few annoyed looks from people nearby. "Am I not pretty enough? Is that why he did it?"

Although Yoongi wanted to say something, he was really bad at comforting people and so the only words that escaped his mouth were a whispered - "No, you're very beautiful." Luckily for him, you had heard him and gave him a small smile only to start crying remembering how your jerk of a boyfriend never actually called you beautiful unless he wanted sex.

"You know, screw him. I'm going to have fun!" You set down your current poison and stumble towards the dance floor with Yoongi's eyes following your every move.

Yoongi on the other hand was still in awe of how selfless you were. As he heard you rant about the countless things you did for your ex , confusion only grew in his mind.

You were one of a kind. So naive, so pure.

You deserved someone who would take care of you like the apple of their eye. Could he perhaps try to be that person?

He just couldn't understand. The way he felt about you , your unmatchable beauty which you didn't acknowledge and most importantly how badly he wanted to hurt your ex for hurting you this way. It practically broke his heart when he saw your tears leave trails on your cheeks; he never wanted to see your cry ever again.

Yoongi maintains his watch over you and it doesn't take much time for him to take notice of your discomfort when a guy starts to dance a little too close to you. He finally decides to interfere and leaves his place from behind the bar, his feet carrying him to you.

Yoongi quickly but gently grabs hold of you wrist and begins to drag you away. You simply stumble forward with him while voicing your concern with undecipherable mumbles, leaving the creep behind to look for other vulnerable girls to prey on.

"Hey, you're the cute bartender guy, where ya taking me?" Yoongi's cheeks flare up instantly. Did you think he was cute ? You didn't see him as the intimidating guy like everyone did? You truly were special. He would try his best to be the cutest guy out there. Just to make you smile widely like you were right now.

"Hehe you're all red!" Yoongi believed he looked like a tomato by now . He simply remained quiet and walked towards the exit, trying to hide his little grin of joy.

Thank god he was here to prevent anything bad. What if he wasn't? What if something happened to you? Various scenarios played out in his mind which definitely didn't end well. This further proved his worries, he couldn't risk you any harm. He continued on his walk with firmness in steps, a sense of protecting you taking over.

You had fallen asleep a few minutes after he settled you down in the backseat of his car, you being too sleepy and drunk to even notice that you were now in a stranger's car. The ride to his apartment was silent , excluding the hundreds of thoughts in Yoongi's mind on how to make you the happiest girl alive.

He somehow manages to carry you into his apartment without dropping you and settles you into his bed. With that he slides in beside you, underneath the covers, smiling as he watches you sleep, softly tracing your features. He didn't know how he got so lucky, you walked right into his life. It was like destiny. The world was too cruel, he needed to protect you, he would make sure of that.He would get you anything he wanted to make you happy, all he wanted was for you to stay with him, in his home away from the world.

Maybe you'd resist, try to get away and call him crazy but that was okay, he'd know that you were just confused. You'd understand him sooner or later, after all he loved you so very much . This was home, with you in his arms.

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Welp that's it. It's not that bad eh. I would really appreciate it if you left a comment🥺 👉👈

#soft yandere #yandere bts #yoongi x reader #softyandere!yoongi #yandere!yoongi #yoongiff #yoongioneshot #btsoneshot

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hobisbeech · 6 years ago

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Imagine Yoongi:

*ignore the fact that he has black hair lol*

➸ He’s the mysterious guy you always see at the park.

➸ You notice he has blonde hair and very pale skin.. just like milk?!!!??

➸ He ends up noticing you too. 👀

➸ Only you have no idea he does

➸ He enjoys observing you. But not in a creepy way… ew.

➸ Yoongi likes how you scrunch up your nose when you’re smelling the park flower beds.

➸ Definitely how you can literally stumble on air.

➸ You’re a very thicc girl (:

➸ He smiles and gets flustered 😫 when he sees you wearing short shorts and crop tops.

➸ Yoongi finds himself thinking about when you get hot from the sun and you’re cheeks and nose turn a crimson red. He thinks you’re the cutest that way.

➸ But

➸ One day while you were taking a stroll 🚶‍♀️ at the park. You see him again, but this time he’s with a group of guys. Possibly friends?

➸ You happen to hear someone call him, “Yoongi hyung.”

➸ And the mysterious blonde turns and catches your gaze. 👀

➸ You shriek and your eyes 👀 bulge out. Your hands begin to get clammy and you think that’s your cue to skedaddle.

➸ “Oh my god! I really hope he didn’t catch me looking at him,” you scowl at yourself.

➸ Yoongi doesn’t try to follow you.

➸ “Hyung, that was her right? The girl you’ve been obsessing over. She is such a ba-“

➸ Yoongi quickly wraps his hand around his younger friend, Jungkook’s throat, stopping him from saying anything else.

➸ “Don’t even try to finish that. I will end you.” He scowls, tightening his grip and pushing him back.

➸ Jungkook fell back onto the grass, with a pout on his lips he begins massaging his neck.

➸” I wasn’t even saying anything bad Yoongi hyung,” he grumbled furrowing his eyebrows.

➸ “You better stay quiet before you make him angry,” another male named Taehyung, piped up running a hand through his shaggy hair.

➸ Yoongi growled, exhaling air between his teeth as he eyed both his friends.

➸ Yoongi held you to his highest standards. You ARE his world 🌎 after all.

➸ Meanwhile, you were gushing over finally knowing his name. (: hsydgwhjs

➸ Yoongi yoongi YoOongiii<3

➸ His much wiser friend Namjoon, places his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

➸ “I think you should try talking to her soon. Instead, of just hiding in the shadows. At least, now that she knows your name.”

➸ “What do you mean she knows my name?” Yoongi tilts his head towards Namjoon, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

➸ “What I mean is she turned our way when she heard Jungkook call for you,” Namjoon squeezed him, “and you saw how flustered she got when you both caught eyes.” He smirked.

➸ Yoongi smiled at the memory, “I don’t think I should. I wouldn’t even know what to say.” His hard demeanor fell.

➸ “I think the next time you see her at the park. You should go up to her and introduce yourself and just say that you’ve seen her around the park, you know? Cute shit.” Namjoon added, smiling showing off his dimples.

➸ Yoongi ran the words through his mind, “cute shit,” he murmured to himself.

➸ Yoongi’s exterior was far from cute but he would try for you.

➸ You on the other hand stopped showing up at the park.

➸ You were very embarrassed at the way you had reacted. Plus college and work were getting out of control.

➸ You had to pick up some extra shifts at the convenience store that was located at the corner of the street you live on.

➸ It had been 2 weeks. 2 LooOoOooong weeks.

➸ “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Where could she be?! Maybe something happened to her!” Yoongi was panicking.

➸ He hadn’t seen you since The incident at the park. He kept trying to convince himself that maybe you had gotten busy.

➸ He didn’t even know where you lived, he cursed at himself. He should have followed you that evening to see where you stayed by.

➸ It has been a couple of hours since he had last eaten. And if he was going to find you he needed to make sure his energy was up.

➸ He walked to the convenience store that was on the street that he lived on.

➸ He opened the door and stepped inside greeting the cashier as he walked to the aisle where the ramen and chips would be.

➸ He failed to notice you on your knees tagging the prices on the items on the shelf.

➸ You tilted your head up when you noticed a shadow behind you, and caught a glimpse of his skin.

➸ It couldn’t be, you thought.

➸ You got anxious and you stumbled with your grip on the price gun. It falls at his feet.

➸ You apologize, “I’m so terribly sorry, sir. I’m very clumsy.”

➸ Before you could reach to pick up the gun, he stops you.

➸ “It’s okay miss.” He picks it up and hands it to you.

➸ As you reach for it you stumble to get up from your position and you both look at each other.

➸ His eyes 👀 blow up, “Oh my god ! It’s you.”

➸ You smirked and shy away, “do you know me?” You ask him.

➸ Of course he knew who you were.

➸ “I believe we go to the same park,” he immediately answers you.

➸ He feels himself turning red. He scowls himself, aish she makes me nervous and all were doing is talking.

➸ “Oh yeah! It’s a beautiful park. I love going there to relax and enjoy Mother Nature,” you respond to him.

➸ “Same here. I’m Min Yoongi,” he says as he places his hand towards you to shake.

➸ “I kinda already know your name. I hope that’s not weird. I’m L/n Y/n,” you return the hand shake.

➸ He laughs at your honesty and nods. “It’s great to finally meet you y/n. Maybe we can go to the park together one of these days.” He mentions playing with his hands subconsciously.

➸ “I would really like that,” you smile back at him.

➸” Would it be okay to get your number?” He asks, this time not keeping eye contact with you.

➸ 👉🏻 👈🏻

➸ You scream on the inside. Oh my god he’s asking for my number, yes!

➸ Your smile twinkled with the sun shining through. “Of course you can.”

➸ Yoongi looked at you and smiled showing off his blushed cheeks. He reached for his phone from his back pocket and handed it to you.

➸ You saved your number and took a selca to save for your contact picture.

➸ “I’m gonna call myself so I can have your number too.”

➸ Once your phone rang he grabbed it and opened up your camera to take a cute picture of himself. He reminded himself, cute shit Yoongi.

➸ With that he grabbed his ramen and choice of chips and headed to the cashier, “I’ll text you later,” he said as he stepped out of the front door 🚪, sending a wink 😉 your way.

➸ Your heart ❤️ fluttered.

➸ Your co worker up front kept sending you finger hearts 💕 for the rest of the shift as he had witnessed the conversation you had with the stranger.

➸ Later that evening~

➸ Yoongi had gone to Namjoon’s apartment where he was greeted by the rest of the gang.

➸ He had a smile plastered on his face and his cheeks and ears were still slightly pink.

➸ “Someone looks like they’re in a good mood,” Jungkook informed the group.

➸ Yoongi unfazed, plopped himself on the couch. “What’s gotten into you hyung?” Taehyung asked him as he dropped himself next to him.

➸ Yoongi smiled with heart eyes and said, “y/n.”

➸ Taehyung looked 👀 at him puzzled, “who’s y/n?”

➸ Namjoon chuckled and cheered, “You did it ! You talked to her? Where? At the park?”

➸ Yoongi giggled, “I actually saw her at the corner store by my house. It looks like she works there.”

➸ Jungkook was JungSHOOK.

➸ “You sly dog!” Jungkook yelled with excitement.

➸ “And I even got her number.” -Yoongi

➸ “Holy shit! We got a new and improved Yoongi on our hands,” Namjoon added placing both hands on his shoulder from behind the couch and shaking him playfully.

➸ “I took your advice Nam Noodle. I even remembered cute shit.” He chuckles and looks down shaking his head in embarrassment.

➸ Namjoon smirked to himself, “So when are you guys officially hanging out?”

➸ Yoongi’s eyes blew up he wasn’t even sure, he had told her he would text her. He began to think should I text her now? Tomorrow?

➸ “I’m not sure actually.” -yoong

➸” Why don’t you send her a text asking how her day is going?” Namjoon suggested.

➸ Yoongi looked down at his phone opening up your contact info and looked at your silly picture. He opened up his text messages and began to type a message to you. It took him about five minutes to get the courage to press send.

➸ You were laying down cuddled up with your blankets watching a movie on your TV when you heard your phone ding.

➸ You grabbed it from behind your pillow and clicked on the notification you read the text message.

➸ Min Yoongi: Hey y/n how’s your day going?

➸ Your jaw dropped and your phone fell on your face making you groan.

➸ Wow he messaged me 😻

➸ You replied: I'm doing pretty good just laying down watching a movie, how about yours?

➸ His notifications dinged, he tried keeping his hands steady but the phone slipped out of his hands

➸ “Hyung relax,” Jungkook consoled him, grabbing the phone from him.

➸ “Hey! What are you doing? Aish!” Yoongi yelled launching himself at him.

➸ “I’m just going to type a response and you can read it and press send,” Jungkook huffed pushing him back on the couch.

➸ Yoongi sat back on the couch and watched him type.

➸ Once Jungkook finished he smiled and handed his phone back, “here Yoongi hyung.”

➸ Yoongi grabbed his phone and proceeded to read the message, “oh nice! What movies are you watching? And thank you for asking I’m doing okay.”

➸ Yoongi side eyed Jungkook and pressed sent. “We’re just trying to help,” Namjoon added showing off his dimple smile.

➸ Your phone dinged and you freaked out, “oh fuck! He replied. Why do I keep talking to myself?” You laughed and disregarded your thoughts.

➸ You asked him if he was going to be busy this weekend. On the other end Yoongi stared at his phone “Hyung what did she say?” Jungkook asked as Namjoon got closer.

➸ “Oh shit! She beat you to the punch.” Jungkook chuckled, “tell her you’re free and asked what she has in mind.” “Boy you’re good.” Namjoon started squeezing the younger guys shoulder.

➸ Yoongi replied letting you know that he was free, Saturday and Sunday and if you were open to hanging out with him.

➸ He smiled at the message and asked him if he would like to join you for a picnic date Saturday afternoon.

➸ The picnic date~ uwuuu

➸ You had decided on making sandwiches and cutting them into triangles from turkey, ham and roast beef you added different types of chips, sodas and water.

➸ For your outfit you decided on wearing a flowy long skirt with a plain white tee and a soft scarf to match your skirt with your converse of course :-)

➸ Your hair lay long and wavy on your back with your bangs falling on your forehead covering your eyebrows.

➸ Yoongi was looking through his closet figuring out what to wear on this sunny Saturday it was around 10 AM and he was going to meet you at 11:30 he decided on black jeans and a plain white V-neck with black converse. He stared at himself and shrugged grabbing a bottle of wine 🍷 that he had bought for the picnic.

➸ You grabbed your picnic basket and placed it on the basket of your bicycle you pulled your phone out and dialed him.

➸ It seemed as if he had been waiting for your call, the way he had answered his phone on the first ring.

➸ “H-Hi Yoongi, it’s y/n.”

➸ Yoongi had his phone in his hand he had began to type a message out to you to let you know he was on his way to the park but his phone started to ring and your silly face popped up on his screen, he answered hearing you speak first.

➸ “Hi y/n, I guess you beat me to it. I was about to send u a text saying I was on my way to the park.”

➸ You plugged in your earphones, “oh nice! Then you won’t mind staying on the phone with me.”

➸ Yoongi smiled and proceeded to mount his bike,” of course I will.”

➸ You ride your bike to the park turning a corner you spotted him first he looked so ethereal with the sunlight shining off his pale skin he had a small gummy smile on his face.

➸ He looked up when he didn’t hear you talking anymore you look so beautiful your smile was so enchanting, “you look so beautiful Y/n.”

➸ You laughed and waved him to follow you, you disconnected the call and pulled your earphones off tucking them inside your shirt.

➸ You stopped in a shady area with a big tree on the side you leaned your bike against the tree trunk and grabbed the blanket you had under the basket you pulled it open it and he reached for the other end extending it.

➸ You both smiled and lay the blanket on the grass you place the basket on the edge of it and got closer to him.

➸ “Hey Yoongi,” you opened your arms and he met you halfway closing the hug and making sure his hands stayed out and didn’t wander.

➸ “Yoongi you can let me go now.” You chuckled into his shoulder and he nervously coughed and released you. “I’m sorry y/n.”

➸ The picnic was wonderful, both of you ate, had a couple of cups of wine, and munched on the chips as you both enjoyed the conversation you are having.

➸ The guy that you had been crushing over had officially noticed you. Yoongi felt the same way towards you. Expressing how nervous you make him and he just didn’t want to ruin the moment.

➸ Suddenly, you began to feel weird, off putting even. “Yoongi, I think I had too much to drink.” You stated, rubbing your head slightly and blinking multiple times to stop the environment from spinning.

➸ “I’m not feeling too good,” Yoongi got closer to you, he wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “it’s gonna be okay I promise.” And with that your eyes fluttered shut.

➸ Yoongi was a mad man and didn’t want anything to happen to you. He had decided it was best you didn’t leave his sight. All he wanted to do was take care of you, so he may have slipped something into your wine that would take effect. He had drugged you making you slightly unconscious.

➸ He had called up his friends and asked them to help pick the stuff up from the park.

➸ You woke up hours later tied up to a bed in a pitch black room. You pulled at your arms, harness tightening around your wrist ricochet back to the head board. You screamed for help, not knowing where exactly you were.

➸ Someone opened the door and stepped inside. They flickered the lights on and you closed your eyes momentarily and then opened them to adjust to the light.

➸ You couldn’t believe who it was, “Yoongi?” You pleaded for him to let you go. “Please Yoongi. I’ll do anything?”

➸ He spoke up, “anything?”

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marshmallowdarling · 2 years ago

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Hi! I love reading your story's, can I request a yandere Hannibal x fem reader please?😊💕

It’s not surprising that Hannibal plays the long game but Hannibal also makes the game.

It was easy for him to set up the game, almost laughably easy. He was a renowned therapist who helps police on cases, strong, smart, made a name for himself- a good name. Your parents didn’t even have a chance to have doubts when he came to ask for your hand in marriage. If anything your parents were elated, over the moon that you, the black sheep of the family, had the eye of a man like Hannibal. They practically threw poor little you to into his hands.

One thing Hannibal likes is politeness, manners, and no matter when or how Hannibal had meet you he was struck with the need to understand you, figure you out and not in his usual killing urge type of way. After a few months or even years of following you around he finally realises what it is, love.

Does he really think its love? Not really, its something deeper, more sinister than love. He would rip apart anyone that would try to hurt you, he wants to keep you safe with such feral intensity it’s not sane. But he himself can’t even breathe at the thought of hurting you himself either so he chalks it up with a simple word. Love.

He should have seen it coming, really he should’ve since he had been watching and ‘protecting’ you for so long, but he’s still struck shocked when you fight back your holy matrimony with such pettiness and sass. You couldn’t stop your parents from practically forcing you to agree to marry him, getting dressed up in a dress you didn’t really care about, everything too grand and nothing like what the little girl in you envisioned. So, in retaliation you tried everything to get him to re-think his decision, anything to get him to divorce you, even if it meant being a sassy brat. Turning your nose up at his delicious food just to piss him off, doing little things you knew he hated just to push his buttons.

It’s cute, he thinks, really cute that you think being a brat would stop his heart from yearning for you so much his physically body aches being away from you. But you aren’t a brat, are you? Your just pretending because your sick of your parents stupid pressuring expectations, hating how they dictated every little thing in your life and now your ‘life’ partner.

Every time you push and shove and take bits and pieces of his sanity it just fuels his obsession for you, every time he feels himself get frustrated or irritated it just makes him more head over heels over you. Staring at you with hearts practically in his eyes as you make his blood boil, he takes everything in stride. With a polite smile on his lips and insanity in his heart eyes.

But he does feel bad, really he does, he feels bad that you have terrible no good rotten parents who are ready throw you to the wolves once they get their greed filled, or bad enough for a man who feels no remorse or guilt. Maybe its pity, he thinks, like how one looks at a wounded animal. But he could never see you at a level as an animal, no matter how adorably cute you are. Maybe a goddess then, a fallen goddess, he worships you as if you’re a goddess anyways, taking your sass and anger as some sort of twisted love from a holier being.

He can’t help the feeling of amusement that bubbles up when he see’s you try to be a brat, but the manners engraved into your very soul peek out, like your body and mind are fighting on your decision to pretend to be mean when your really such a sweet nice darling.

The little ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ that come out when you demand something from him or the sweet little ‘no thank you’ that you give him when you pretend to glare at him with faux hatred in your eyes, because you didn’t really hate him. How could you? He was unbelievably sweet and attentive, picking up on the little things you didn’t even know about yourself until he picks up on it. He was the best husband anyone could ask for, in and out, even if he could be a little serious, cold and calculative at times. Hannibal shields you from everyone, including your parents, shutting them down so quickly and efficiently when they start their bullshit of bringing you down it seems natural.

And one day your fake anger towards him slips, your tipsy on alcohol and his love, its all consuming but it feels oddly soothing, like cool balm on an open wound. You stumble and almost trip, but his arms are already there to catch you, ready to do anything to keep you safe and without thinking you lean up and press a soft, albeit clumsy, kiss on his lips.

Something in Hannibal snaps. The kiss, as quick and fleeting as it was felt like heaven. Like he was reborn, like for once in his life he could finally breathe.

You gave this dirty, blood-stained sinner a slice of heaven and now he’s your most devoted worshiper at your alter. For better, or for worse.

Hannibal has you pressed in a mean mating press, one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. The thin handmade anklet he got you for your wedding present, dainty and small, designed from start to finish by him with a little ‘H’ dangling on it chimes in his ear and makes his head spin.

“I- god- I love you so much.” He groans out, sweat clinging to his brow as his messy blonde hair sticks to his skin. “Goddess." He murmurs into your skin, pressing his lips against your ankle, kissing all the way up to the side of your knee as he saours the way your skin feels on his lips. Pulling back he licks your sweat that smeared on his lips and he smirks.

His pupils are wide and blown as he gazes down at you with so much love and tenderness it hurts. Sweat clung to his muscular frame as he threw his head back, groaning so low you feel it in your tummy.

Your in worse shape than him, yourpractically writhing under him, not able to escape the torturous pleasure as he puts all his weight down onto you. As sweaty if not more than him, twisting and bucking and shaking, hair messed and sprawled out on the bed beneath you, eye brows knitted. Your breath being selfishly stolen by him as he takes and takes, gasps the only thing able to leaven you as well as broken keens and whimpers. You had long stopped trying to muffle your embarrassingly lewd noises, he had practically growled at you to let them out, not letting you hide anything from him.

Sparks zing up your spine as he hits deep and a wail leaves you, your hand coming to push at his lower stomach, nails scratching over his muscles. Hannibal moans and his eyes roll at the feeling, quickly snatching your hand he slams it softly next to your head. His fingers entwining with his as he locks them together.

Long deep slow strokes makes your brain melt out of your ears, brain gone all fuzzy as you get addicted to him and his touch.

“Take it sweetheart, I know you can.” His breath hitches as he forces your thighs open wider to accommodate him, he looms over your more and the change of position makes you cry out. “Let me worship you my goddess, your mine, all mine.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Woo wee thats finally done! I hope my first proper attempt at smut was ok I think there was another ask for Hannibal but it was H/C's, I'LL GET TO YOU MY LOVELY I PROMISE 😭 Im trying to get back into writing but its hard, im sorry but I will get to you all. Some might be before others just because some things kick start my writing process 🥺 But please keep sending requests I love the ideas and support even if it takes me a bit to get to them. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

~Mwah ♡

#yandere #soft!yandere #tw yandere #darling core #chubby reader #yandere x reader #cw yandere #softyandere #soft yandere #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal #tw.yandere #tw.dark content

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dilutedconfusion · 1 year ago

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okay listen so i've been thinking heavily on the yandere trope recently. but like with Kid as the yandere. and whenever i see yandere!Kid i feel like he's always the more sadistic version of yanderes.

basically used this post (hoping the link works for you🙏🙏) to look at the dif types bc i dont know all that😭 but i feel like he is always sadistic/possessive in fics. obvi all yandere!aus are gonna be at least a little ooc bc its a divergence of canon characteristics but hear me out girl...

delusional and overprotective yandere!Kid... like girl. or like basically a kinda soft yandere!Kid. but like still horrible and awful not GREAT at emotions. like he will still get mad and yell but otherwise? is strangely kind to you? (w you not really realizing any subtle manipulation tactics that him or Killer might be using cuz Killer is loyal asf to Kid🤞)

like being kidnapped by the Kid pirates, the worst of the worst generation, said to be cruel and sadistic. that's already bad, and you're terrified for your life. essentially having a meltdown because you had no idea what was going to happen to you, but you had a guess. you meet Kid and prepare to be tortured/killed. then he's like??? weirdly nice to you? like yeah he's gruff and kinda bitchy but that is a thousand times better than being killed.

thats as far as the thoughts go but see my vision?? figured you would appreciate the Kid thoughts🙏

OKAY OKAY I love this SOOO MUCH. Like I don’t think I can explain how much I love this but you SLAYED. GIVING ME LINKS AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS AND SHIZ 🤭💞 Okay so to get right to the point I will be of course writing a chapter on this (or maybe multiple on this because that’s how good of an idea it is pookie). BUT I don’t know when I’ll be able to churn out a full chapter. I mean probably soon but I sorta just want to get a better grasp of exactly the kind of character you want Kid to be before I start writing. So here’s a little traits list?? that I cooked up the minute I read over this just to get my creative juices flowing. Let me know if Im headed in the right direction and if there is any changes or additions you’d like to see. Other than that I’ll write up the chapter, tag and credit the hell out of you, and we can revel in softyandere!Kid together 🥰

Traits

Thinks that kidnapping you was the best choice for your life. That you will be the safest and happiest with him (even if you’re kidnapped and being held against your will)

Often uses manipulation tactics like love bombing, balant lying to keep you in the dark, and triangulation with Killer

Not only believes that everyone else in the world is a hazard to you (including most of his crew members) but you’re a hazard to yourself so he doesn’t allow you privacy??? This could be taken to the point where he feels like he needs to be in the same room with you at all times. Eyes on you whenever physically possible. Which is sorta intense so just let me know if that is too much for you (cause I could make it really gross or more mild lol)

Will do even the simplest task for you, not because he wants to do it to help, but because he doesn’t believe you can take care of yourself or MOREOVER he should be the only to take care of you because he is just that great. Which of course he will hang over y/n’s head in arguments and be like “BUT LOOK AT HOW MUCH I DO FOR YOU😡” type shit.

If you do constantly try to pull away from him he’ll think you’re just shy or playing hard to get and will therefore push your boundaries harder. But if you actually PHYSICALLY harm him or try to PERMANENTLY leave he’d rather tie you down until you apologize and say you weren’t in your right mind when you did that then listen to your plea seriously (HES SO DELULU) The punishment for this could also involve taking away material items or aspects of freedom because like you said he's not sadistic so he would never hurt you.

To put it simply y/n would feel like this “I like you Kid but I don’t like who you become when you're with me” WHICH WOULD CAUSE SOME SERIOUS TURBULENCE IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SOME SWEET ANGST EVEN.

I would write more but I don’t want to give TO MUCH away plot wise. Sooo hopefully this gives you a good idea on how I’m thinking of portraying Kid. If you have any other questions of course ask me!! Any little tid bits will be much appreciated and thank you so much for requesting something from me Emma 🫶

#alicia answers <3

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forever-once-gone · 3 years ago

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Love Me and Only Me (M)

Pairing: SoftYandere!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Soft yandere au, Established relationship au, a lil angst, some fluff, a sprinkle of smut

Word Count: 7k

Summary: You’re late from work, and that has Yoongi thinking only the worst. Of course you can’t let your incredibly sweet boyfriend thinking all these things. Looks like you just have to prove your love to him in the way that he loves the most.

Content & Warnings: Female reader, yandere themes, unhealthy attachments, clingy insecure Yoongi, mentions of cheating (Yoongi thinks Y/n is cheating), SMUT, THIS IS VERY VULGER SO DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS SORT OF STUFF, explicit content, swearing, dom/sub implications, dom Y/n, sub Yoongi, both degradation (name calling and teasing) and praise lol, makeshift gags, oral (male receiving), female masturbation, penetration, orgasm denial, hair pulling (Y/n has a hand in Yoongi's hair throughout most of the smut scene lol), hickies, comforting through intercourse, petnames: love, my love, baby, sweetie, doll, etc, let me know if I should add anything else to the warnings or contents :)

Author’s Note: It’s been a while hasn’t it. Well, take this small fic as an apology. I just needed to write something, anything really so that I could get the juices running while I work on some longer ideas that I have. I also would like some of your input on what I should work on next so please read my note at the end :). This is the first time I'm writing smut so please take it easy on me lol. And let me know what you think! And as always, enjoy! 💕💕💕

The longer you took at work, the more Yoongi worried. He wanted to be good for you, stay at home quietly as he waited for you to finish your tasks, trusting that you’ll come home, but with each passing minute that you were late, the antsier he got. He wanted to trust you, be the good boyfriend that he knows you deserve, but you should have been home by now. Two hours, he’s been waiting on the couch for you to return. But with every tick of the clock on the wall, the crazier the ideas in his head got.

Maybe you got into a car crash. Or what if someone had kidnapped you from the company’s parking lot? You were a beautiful woman, any man would be entranced by you. Just like he was.

So very beautiful.

An angel.

Glorious in every possible way.

Wait… but if you were so beautiful, it wouldn’t be hard for you to get close with another, right? What if… No! No, you wouldn’t. You love him. You’ve loved him for years now. You haven’t done anything like that before, so why would you now? He hasn’t given you any reason to do that. He’s been good!

He got a job to help you with the household expenses when he noticed the darkening bags under your eyes last year. And even with this job that he has now, he still does all the chores and tasks around the house just like before; he hasn’t let it impact your life at all! He leaves after you in the mornings, so he can still get you ready for work like he used to. He comes back from his job an hour before you, just so he can freshen up and clean prior to you coming back home. He’s scheduled his hours around you, so no matter what, he can spend the most amount of time with you as possible. So he can give you all the love and care that you deserve. And of course, to keep the house orderly, just like you deserve.

But then again, you always told him that he didn’t have to do any of this. Like the angel you are, you would always insist on helping him with whatever chore he was doing, but with a lot of insistence and pouting from Yoongi’s end, you’d always end up sitting on the couch with a snack that he made in your hand while he continued his household tasks. Each time that he’d finish and finally sit beside you, you’d always greet him with a huffy attitude and the cold shoulder.

Maybe you didn’t like it when he forced you to relax while he was taking care of the house. What if you thought this was… disrespectful of your wishes.

Oh no. What has he done? What if he was being rude to you. You know what’s best for the both of you, he knows that, but maybe when he was refusing to let you help, it just led to him looking rebellious in your eyes.

He couldn’t even blame you if you found a better, more obedient man. Someone who was more fitting for your love. Someone who could be the person that actually deserves you, unlike him with his insubordination. If anything, he’ll help you let the new man move into your house before leaving, if that’s what you want.

By now he’s curled up even further in his blanket, trying his hardest not to cry as he waits for you to show up with your new man. Silent tears making their way down his face and into the woolen fabric that he had pulled up to his chin.

In his silence, he heard the front door click open and your shuffling as you took off your shoes and jacket at the door.

“I’m home,” you sang out. “My love, where are you? Sweetie?” you called out as you ventured further into the house.

He wasn’t waiting for you by the door like he usually would be, and it was worrying. But then again, you had been held up for a few hours at work today, so you couldn’t expect him to stay standing by the door for you. He may have already had dinner and gone up for an early night.

Yet, through the dark living room, you could see a shadowy blob sitting at one end of the couch. The couch faced away from you, and you creeped up to it from behind, before wrapping your arms around the soft blob as delicately as possible.

“Yoonie,” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you awake?” When he remained silent, you let go of him and made your way around the couch to him. You expected to see his eyes closed, fast asleep, but instead you ended up staring right into his dark eyes. “Baby? So you are awake? Why are you sitting in the dark, love?”

Instead of answering you, he just examined your face and clothes looking for any proof of your infidelity. You hadn’t brought a man back home, but that didn’t mean he was in the clear yet. As he squinted his eyes through the dark, he could swear that he saw hickies and marks on your skin.

His silence only made you more nervous. Was he sick? Was he upset? You had to know what was troubling your boyfriend. “Love, are you alright?” You cupped his face in your right hand, lightly tracing his cheek with your thumb.

You expected him to melt into your touch, ever the sweetheart, but instead he whispered to you coldly, “you’re late.”

“Yeah, my love. Work ran late. Sorry, I should have texted you. Did you eat dinner already?” You continued stroking his face, hoping to ease whatever worries he had.

“You sure it was work?” He was now turned away from you, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you.

“Of course it was. We had to make some changes with our last project because of some fussy clients. Love,” you continued, “where is this coming from?” You moved into his line of sight, hoping to catch his eyes. But when you did, he had tears streaming down his face as he bit down on his lips to keep from making any noise. Nose sniffling and his fist coming out from his blanket cocoon to wipe at his face.

You let out a quiet gasp. Immediately, your hands flew to wipe away his tears. You shushed him, pulling him into your arms as you moved to sit on the couch. His blanketed form fell into you, his face pressed into your collarbones as he spoke incoherently into your skin. You tried to follow what he was saying, but you could only pick up a few words through his sobbing including: sorry, new boyfriend, hickies, chores, I’ll do better.

“Yoongi, Yoongi! Calm down! Baby, just calm down, I don’t get what you’re saying. Shhhhh, shhhhhhhh.” You rocked him in your arms, and slowly his sobs turned into sniffles until he had completely quieted down. He nuzzled further into your chest, and you held him tighter.

“Love,” you started tentatively, “will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving me, aren’t you?” he asked from his place against you, not even bothering to look up at you.

You felt your breath hitch. Where did he get that idea from? “Wha—What? Yoongi, what do you mean? I’m not going to be leaving you. Why are you even asking me that?”

He sniffled, moving to wipe his nose. “You didn’t come home, so I thought—I thought you were… seeing someone else.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You pushed him away from you, though he whined at the sudden space between you two. “Yoongi… you thought I was cheating?” You didn’t know whether to be offended or to be concerned. But when Yoongi looked at you through the darkness with his large pleading eyes and pouting lips, you ended up going with the latter.

“I just thought, well, I just thought you were so late and taking so long, and you’re never late and I just thought about how I don’t give you enough time anymore even though I try to and then how sometimes I don’t listen to you when you want to help me around the house and then I thought about how you could do soooo much better and then… and then I couldn’t stop thinking about you leaving me for a better guy.” He had spat these words at you almost faster than you could process them.

Once he had let it all out, you allowed him to catch his breath before beginning to disassemble his insecurities one by one. But before any of that, you got up to turn on the light. This conversation wasn’t one that should be had in the dark. When you turned to him after flipping the lightswitch, you were able to properly see his face wrapped in his blanket for the first time that night.

He had half-wiped trails of tears rolling down his cheeks from his sad, red eyes. His face was flushed from his sniffling and crying, his nose and cheeks a bright rosy colour that just brought out the redness in his eyes even more. His lips were swollen from where he’d been biting into them, and you swore that you could see some blood beading on his bottom lip too. And even though he looked the worse for wear, instead of being worried about himself, his eyes were locked on you. His body leaning forward from where he sat as if he was ready to get up and race into your arms again.

He didn’t seem concerned for himself at all, instead he looked pleadingly at you, as though you were his only distress.

Your heart ached at the sight of him. You eased down beside him again, and even though it hurt you to do, when he started to move into your lap again, you stopped him. “My love, I think we should have a proper talk. Take off the blanket from around your head and sit up.”

He did what you asked. The blanket dropped down from around him. It pooled around his legs on the couch, and he remained in the center of it. You grabbed his warm hands from his lap, drawing his attention to your intertwined digits. “I was just late,” you reassured him. “I wasn’t meeting someone else. I wouldn’t dream of meeting someone else. Why would I when I have the most perfect boyfriend waiting at home for me?”

His round face flushed at your compliment. His eyebrows slightly raised in interest.

It was a good sign.

“Baby, you’ve been better to me than I deserve.” He opened his mouth to disagree, but you shot him a look before continuing. “No, I’m right, it’s way more than I deserve. You barely let me raise a finger around the house, you take care of all of my needs and wants. You always have my best interests at heart. I could never even think of leaving you. And yes, sometimes I wish that you’d let me help you too, but I wouldn’t ever leave you because of it. Never.”

You let go of one of his hands, moving to cup Yoongi’s face once again. This time, he did nuzzle into your palm like usual, as he kept his content gaze on you.

“I love you. I love you so much, and I could never leave you. Even if you decided one day to never do a single thing in this house again, if you wanted me to wait on you hand and foot—”

“I would never,” he interrupted, his expression hardened with resolve.

“—I would gladly do it for you,” you continued. “I know you often treat me like an angel that can do no wrong and ‘deserves only the best’ but you’ve got to remember that I’m only human. A human who loves you, and only you, Yoongi. Only you.” You leaned in closer to him. “So please,” you begged under your breath, “don’t think you’re not good enough for me or that I would leave you for someone else.”

Your lips brushed ever so slightly against his as you prepared to finish your declaration.

His eyes had fluttered shut. His breath quickened.

And then you did. “I love you, my love.”

Your lips met his. The hand you held tightened its grip on you as Yoongi shifted until he sat in your lap. The hand that you had against his cheek found its way to his hair, pushing it back from his face as you continued to kiss the love of your life. His desperation was clear through his kiss as he opened his mouth slightly to give you access to his mouth. His free hand latched onto your shoulder as he pressed his body closer and closer to you until his entire torso was glued to yours. He moaned as your tongue claimed him as your possession, swiping teasingly against his lips, and though you wanted to continue what you had started with him, when a metallic taste spread in your mouth, you separated yourself from his lips.

“Why’d you stop,” he whined, hardly leaning back from you.

“Baby, your lip is bleeding.”

His hand shot up from your shoulder to skim his bottom lip, “Is it a lot?”

“Not a lot, but we should probably still clean you up, my love. You’ve had a rough night.” Wrapping your arms around him, you heaved him up into your hold as you stood up.

Instantly Yoongi started thrashing in your embrace. “What?! Y/n angel, why are you carrying me?! Actually, how are you carrying me?! I can walk by myself!”

“Oh no you don’t, love. I’m taking care of you tonight. I was the reason that you were upset, right? Well then, I’m going to be the one who cleans you up afterwards. And as for how I’m carrying you,” you hummed in mock thinking, as you began to ascend the stairs. “Well, when you won’t allow me to help you clean the house or cook, let’s just say that I get a lot of time to hit the gym.”

He turned his head away from you shyly. Yoongi had to admit that being carried in your arms did something for him. To have an angel like you caring for him, he may as well already be in heaven. Therefore, he allowed himself to relax as you carried him to the master bedroom and then further into the ensuite bathroom.

You placed him down onto the counter, before grabbing a face towel to moisten with warm water from the faucet. You then stepped back to him, Yoongi spreading his legs to allow you to stand between them. With the wet towel, you first wiped at his eyes. Melting away the dried tear tracks and sweat from his crying session. You tediously but gently swiped from his cheeks to his chin and to his neck, before moving to the dried blood on his lips.

“You need to stop biting your lips when you get nervous, Yoongi,” you told him, eyes flitting to his briefly before focusing back on the task at hand.

He knew that, after all you’d been telling him this throughout the many years you’ve been together, but old habits die hard. And even when he thinks he’s gotten over them, in times when he’s tense, it’s like all of his hard work to be better flies out the window.

“I’ll try,” Yoongi promises you.

Once you’ve gotten the blood off of his lips you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. You then move to grab some of his moisturizer from beside him and spread a generous amount over his puffy-from-crying skin. His eyes flutter shut at your feather-light touch, basking in his angel’s generosity. When your hands leave his face he turns to look at you, his legs swinging slightly off the counter, as he watches you put toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

“Oh no!”

You turn to him immediately. “What?”

“We didn’t have dinner! I had put it into the fridge since you were late and I thought we could eat together later, but then I completely forgot about it. I’ll warm some up for you right away.” He began to get down from the counter, but you stopped him by making your way back between his legs.

“Are you hungry, Yoongi?” you asked him.

He shook his head. Truthfully he had lost his appetite a long time ago when he had begun to imagine you with another man earlier that evening.

“I’m not either, love. I just want to take care of you. We can skip dinner for one night, it’s okay. We can just have it for lunch tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded. If that’s what you thought was best, he’d never disagree.

“Okay, open up.”

Yoongi allowed you to brush his teeth for him. As you did, his eyes roamed the expanse of your skin that he could see. He inspected your neck for hickies or marks, but your skin was clear. He felt his shoulders drop as some of his tension left him.

It was a bit odd for you since you’ve never brushed someone’s teeth before, but after seeing how distraught he was this evening, you wanted to love on him a little extra. Even if you had to figure things out, like brushing someone else’s teeth for them, along the way.

When you finished, you gave him a small cup of mouthwash and once he had gargled and spit it out into the sink, you carried him from the bathroom to your bed. You sat him down at his end, before venturing into his closet to get some clothes for him to change into. You found a pair of sleep shorts and a loose tank top that he loved to wear to sleep, and figured they would be good enough for him. When you went back to him, you found him sitting right where you left him, playing with his fingers before he looked up at you. He put out his hands to grab his clothes, but you pulled them away from his grasp.

“Let me.”

Yoongi flushed once again, but agreed nonetheless. You helped him out of his clothes before slipping on his night ones. The whole time, Yoongi refused to look you in the eyes, embarrassed by having you do all this for him. You just smiled at his cuteness. Pressing a kiss to his face between each step of the changing process.

“All done, love. Now lie down while I get ready, okay? I’ll only be a minute.” You gave him one last kiss on his lips before going to get ready yourself.

When you came out of the bathroom, you found Yoongi curled up in bed with his eyes closed, likely already asleep. It brought a smile to your face. He needed the rest.

You switched the lights off before going to your closet to change. Finally, you made your way to bed, crawling into the spot behind him. You reached out, wrapping your arm around his waist and pulling him flush against your front. Sleep always came easier for the both of you when he was in your embrace. You let out a deep breath against his nape, glad that you could finally rest with him.

You were nearly asleep when Yoongi began shifting, turning to face you. Fluttering your eyes open, you were met with Yoongi’s features cast with lines of light that had managed to escape through your curtains. His eyes were surprisingly wide considering you had thought he had been asleep.

“You’re awake, love?” you mumbled to him.

Yoongi nodded. He pushed your shoulders to move you onto your back, before slotting himself into the crook of your arm, half laying over your body, one of his legs thrown over your waist.

“Go to sleep, Yoonie.” You pressed a kiss to his temple. You closed your eyes, but then Yoongi was moving again. You felt his hips pressing into your thigh, slow deliberate movements rocking your body as he let out soft gasps into your skin. The feeling of his hard cock against you, began flooding your mind with every press.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

He looked up at you from his spot, a vulnerable look on his face. “You really won’t leave me right?”

“Of course not, love.”

He distanced himself from you, before moving to hover over you. Both of his arms held him up from their place on either side of your head. He closed the distance between you, giving you a timid kiss, before whispering, “prove it.”

It seemed that your boyfriend needed some more loving before bed, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Immediately you flipped the both of you over, your positions switched so now Yoongi was under you as you held yourself up above him. “I don’t think I quite understand what you want, love,” you teased. “Can you be more clear?” You began to mouth at his collarbones, leaving open mouthed kisses as you trailed up to his jaw. You kissed him, and he looked up at you with his rosy cheeks. You raised an eyebrow at him, sending him a smug smile. “I can’t help you if you don’t say it. Say it, my love.”

“Touch me, Y/n.” His voice filled with desire. “I need you.”

Grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger, you asked, “are you forgetting something?”

“Please?” he begged.

“Good boy.” You smiled. Your lips immediately met his as his arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to him. He stole the breath from your lungs as he refused to let you move even a millimeter away from him, as one of your hands roamed his body. You smoothed your fingers over his shoulder, down his chest, and then his abdomen, and then you began to draw your finger over the waistband of his shorts. He whined into your mouth, one of his hands coming down to grab at your wrist, trying to move it where he wanted it most. But before he could you instead grabbed his hand and held it against the pillow above his head.

“Someone’s impatient,” you laughed. “Let me take my time with you, love. I want to appreciate every part of your beautiful body. You’ll let me, won’t you? Let me use you like I please?”

“Yes, Y/n. Whatever you want, do whatever you want. I’m yours,” he professed into the air. His voice was breathy, his need oozing into his words and groans. The fact that his body was so clearly asking for more, yet he was still willing to take it slow for you lit some complex inside of you. His compliance made you want to completely wreck him.

Truly what a good boy.

With a smile, you moved lower, until your face was over his stomach. You glanced up at him, just to meet his heated gaze as he looked down the bridge of his nose at you. His dark lashes hid his eyes. Fuck was he pretty.

You ran your hand along the hem of his tank top, before sliding your hand underneath. You drew shapes into his stomach with the tip of your finger, letting your fingers draw low, just enough to cause a hitch in his breath before you brought them back higher. When his whines grew quicker, more disheartened, you thought you should be a bit nicer.

“Pretty boy,” you cooed at him. “Is it okay if I…” your hand skirted down to the large bulge in his sleep shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide his arousal, “...touch you down here?” You closed your fist around his dick, squeezing just barely.

A series of affirmations spewed between his slightly parted lips, his head falling back onto the pillow.

“Yeah?” you teased. “I’m not sure, I can’t really hear you. Is this okay? Does it feel good?” You couldn’t turn away from him, his sweet, lustful expression too delicious to miss for even a few seconds.

“Please! Yes, Y/n, so good. More, Y/n. More!” The words fell from his mouth in an incoherent mess, followed by more and more pleas for you to stop your teasing and do more. His hips raised to urge you to tighten your hold on him.

More.

He needed more.

You pulled your hand away. “What did I tell you?” you demanded.

But he was too out of it to think back. It was insane how little you had to do to rile Yoongi up. He was so much more sensitive and responsive than any of your past partners. Even now, just from some simple palming and kisses he was out of his mind with pleasure. Sometimes you worried that he was faking it, but with his cute sounds and fucked out expression paired with his adorable behaviour once you’re doing your aftercare with him guaranteed that he was as truthful as he was beautiful.

“I–I can’t remember. Y/n, please.” He begged, his lips pouting. “I need more.”

“I told you to take what I give you.” He looked up at you with a hint of nervousness. “While I love your begging, that’s not what I want today.”

What were you gonna do? Would this lead to a punishment? Yoongi thought.

“Even though you’re not following orders today, I’m feeling nice so I’ll let you off easy.”

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. But he had to admit that a part of him was disappointed.

“But!” You directed his attention back to you from his brief moment of consolation. “That doesn’t mean that I’ll let you continue. If you can’t keep your slutty little pleas to yourself, then I’ll make you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as you pulled the front of his tank top up his chest and stuffed the bunched fabric into his mouth.

Not the best gag, you thought. But, it’ll have to do. “Good. Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you unless it’s one of your charming little moans. Do you understand?”

Yoongi agreed with a nod.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his sweat beaded forehead before making your way back down to his cock. You noticed as you took him into your hands that it was even harder than before, and when you pulled down his shorts just enough for it to jump free you saw a good amount of precum on his pink tip.

You smirked up at your boyfriend. “Somebody really liked me gagging them, huh?” you asked with a chuckle, your laugh only getting louder as his eyes shot away from you in embarrassment. “Awww,” you cooed with a fake pout. “Don’t be shy now, I know how much you like a little manhandling. What a filthy whore.”

Yoongi’s cock jumped at your words, leading to it brushing briefly against your lips. “Wow, look at that Yoongi, even if you deny it, your cock loves to let me know how salaciously you crave humiliation.” You gave a slow lick to the head, allowing him to see the precum gather on the tip of your tongue. “Isn’t that right?”

Yoongi could only moan into the fabric, eyelids flickering from the pleasure of finally having you give him what he wants.

“I don’t even need to hear your words, your muffled moans are telling enough.”

And with that you engulfed him into your mouth, taking in as much as you could all at once. Yoongi’s hips jutted up from the bed, pushing himself deeper down your throat. The slightly salty taste of his precum coating your tongue as you began bobbing your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the slightly painful feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat became more and more intense. You swirled your tongue around his tip every time he would pull almost entirely out of your mouth, each time leading to his hips humping into your mouth again.

Though your eyes began to get blurry from the reflex tears, the sight of Yoongi grunting into his makeshift gag with every twist of your tongue or when you hollowed your cheeks still made heat surge through your body. The heat reached its destination deep inside of you. You could feel your arousal begin to seep out of you and coat your soiled panties. The picture perfect view you had of Yoongi with beams of light illuminating his face twisted in pleasure made your arousal even worse.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and so you snuck your hands into your shorts and then your underwear and began to rub tight circles into your clit. You could feel the coil inside of you tighten with each turn of your fingers.

And Yoongi? Well, your new moans of self-indulgence added a whole new level to his senses. The vibrations of your groans of pleasure around his cock was toe-curling and almost too much for him to handle. His hands flew to your head, threading themselves through your locks and guiding you up and down his dick. He wished you’d allow him to let you know how good you were making him feel, but the gag reduced him to a slobbering mess, the only way for him to show his content with his subdued whimpers and groans.

Through the noises of the messy blowjob you were giving him, he could still hear the sounds of your wet pussy as you dragged your fingers through your slit for a second before focusing back on your clit. He could hear your arousal and he wished that he was pumping in and out of your pussy right now instead of your mouth. He loved your mouth, don’t get him wrong, but seeing you take him inside of you sent his neurons a different sort of high.

Still in this moment, he could feel himself getting close to his end, a few more pumps and a few more licks of your tongue against the veins of his cock and he’d be gone, coating your throat with his seed. He couldn’t wait to see you take every drop that he gave you, already imagining how you’d throw open your mouth to show the mess he’d made before swallowing his load. The thought made him speed up his thrusts, fingers pulling at your hair, his tongue itching to hang out of his mouth in satisfaction but the gag stopped him before he could.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the tightness in his body to snap, when you pulled yourself off of him with a pop. His sobs were instantaneous, the pain of the release that was stolen from him causing him to look at you with tears streaming down his face. He would have asked why, but in his current predicament the most he could do was cry as he searched your face for an explanation.

And luckily you did. “If you thought you’d get to cum anywhere other than inside my pussy, you really must be an idiot.” Your eyes flashed as you began to fully and properly take off his shorts from where they were bunched around his thighs, throwing them somewhere off the bed. “Like I’d ever waste even a bead of your cum.” You pulled up your top, revealing your beautiful tits.

His hand moved on his own to grab one of them, as you pulled off your shorts and panties. His fingers pinched at your nipple shyly, hoping that you wouldn’t smack his hand away. Fortunately, you were too busy with your clothes to care. Besides, if it made your doll happy, why would you ever stop him?

“I bet,” you started again, “if it was up to you, though, you’d let anyone take your load, hmm?” You met his eyes, daring him to agree. “Isn’t that right, my corrupted doll? A fucked-out pillow prince like you wouldn’t care where or even who was the one coated in his ejaculation, would he?” You climbed up his body until you were face-to-face with him. “You would let anyone take you if it meant you got your release, wouldn’t you?”

Yoongi shook his head, yelling disagreements into his gag that he would never. You were the only one for him. In his mind, he doubted he would even be able to reach his end with anyone else.

A sly grin adorned your face as your beautiful boyfriend let you know how much he craved you, not that you could understand him through his gag. How only you could ever make him the subservient way that he was now. Only you. It would only ever be you.

You scoffed, though with a hint of pride, as your doll quieted down to hear what you had to say. “Then again,” you drawled. “My Yoonie loves me too much to do anything of that sort, right?”

He nodded enthusiastically, happy chirps being heard through his gag.

“That’s what I thought.” Your confidence poured out of you, filling the air around the two. Fuck, Yoongi loved seeing you all prideful like this. It made him so happy to know that his adoration for you was one of the—if not the—major sources of your hubris.

This was the only way he wanted to see you. Filled with confidence and lust for him.

“Lucky for you, my dear. I love you too.”

He could have cum right then and there.

“I mean of course I do, after all, look at what you’ve made me do to my panties.” You brought out the lacy black panties that you had been wearing in front of his face. You showed him the translucent slick that had soaked through the fabric, making the dark fabric even darker.

“Better yet, why don’t you get a good look at the source.” You scooted up over his body, until you were kneeling over his face. “Uh uh uh, don't look away!” You grabbed him by the hair and forced his bashful eyes to meet your wet slit.

You noticed how he attempted to move out of your grasp and close the gap between his face and your pussy.

“Does pretty boy want a taste?” You brushed your fingers soothingly through his hair, letting him relax before you moved to what you wanted to do next and to give him a chance to back out if he was feeling overwhelmed in any way and didn’t want to continue.

Yoongi agreed through his gag, and though it was a bit hard to understand what he was saying, with a few more approvals from him you were sure.

“Okay then, we can’t deny my love any longer now, can we?” You pulled the tank top out of his mouth, noting just how soaked it was with spit. When you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi in question he only managed to shrink down into himself. You just laughed it off while noting just how fortuitous you were to land yourself such a captivating man.

Even though he was feeling a bit sheepish now, he still understood your cue to lift himself up for a second to allow you to fully remove his besmirched top. And as soon as you helped him lay back down, he moved eagerly forward to latch onto your clit, but you pulled him back by the hair before he got the chance.

“Did I say you’d get a taste directly?” you inquired, but not waiting for an answer you continued, “No, I didn’t. You don’t get that luxury since you decided to doubt my loyalty to you today.”

He looked up at you with sad puppy eyes. You were always weak for the innocent looks he’d give you, you doubted he even understood how much control he even had over you with his sad eyes and sulking frown.

In lieu of letting him get a taste from you in the way he wanted, you dragged two fingers along your slit and then brought them to his lips. You tapped on them twice. “Open.”

As soon as he had given you a small gap between his lips, you thrusted your fingers into his mouth. His tongue came out to clean your fingers, eyes half lidded as he looked up at you with a long gone look on his face. His mind raced, glad you were nice enough to let him be blessed with your wonderful taste despite his hiccup in his faith in you.

“Taste good, love?”

“Magical,” Yoongi replied, from around your fingers.

“Okay that’s enough.” You pulled away from him, giving him a pat on the cheek before moving to straddle him properly. You faced him while you settled down on his crotch, causing Yoongi to hiss through his teeth at the feel of your warmth against him. The sound brought your attention back to his open mouth.

“Oh, almost forgot!” You reached for your sodden panties from beside the two of you and shoved it back past his lips. “There we go,” you said cheerfully.

Yoongi would have protested what was the second gag now, but with your taste filling his mouth again, he was more than happy to mollify his momentary discontent.

“Now,” you said. “Let’s see how long it takes before I make you cum.” You began grinding your core against his dick, both of you moaning out at the gratification that emanated throughout your body. As you continued to move your hips against his, you leaned forward to press kisses against his chest, leaving marks that were sure to bruise by the morning on his velvety skin.

The hickies paired with the sensation of your pussy spreading its wetness over his entire shaft caused his pelvis to begin to rise and fall in tune with your motions. His hands coming up to guide your hips, gripping on your love handles tightly.

The sudden change caused his cock to press just right against your clit, washing you with thrill. Both your moans and his groans into your panties echoed around the otherwise quiet room.

“Yoongi,” you gasped. “You’re making me feel so good. Such a good boy you are.” You moaned up towards the ceiling with your head thrown back. “Put it in, my love. I want you to put it in now.”

Those were the words he was waiting for. He lifted you up from his hips, before positioning his cock up. He drew his cock through the sticky mess between your thighs and then eased his tip into you. Both of your whines harmonized as you slowly sat down on him.

You wiped some of the sweat from Yoongi’s forehead, and then you started to rise slowly up before slamming back down onto him. And then you did it again, and again, until you were bouncing on his cock with your head thrown back in content. The feeling of him drilling into you from below caused your walls to tighten around him, consequentially drawing him deeper into you.

Yoongi babbled into the gag, his hands reaching around your hips to grip your ass. His fingers were bound to leave marks. You glanced down at him, and noticed him watching your boobs rise and fall intently almost as though he was in a trance.

You reached down to grip at the roots of his hair again. “Yoon,” you cried, “You make me feel so good! So fucking good. So perfect, so fucking perfect just for me. Always so good for me, fuck—do I make you feel good too?”

Yoongi mewled, his heated expression and moans a great response, but you wanted to hear him say it. You pulled the panties out of his mouth, releasing his pretty noises to bless your ears.

“Tell me, pretty boy,” you called to him through his hazy mind. “How do I make you feel?”

“Good!” he screamed out.

“Just good?” you asked, moving even faster now, the sound of your ass meeting his thighs getting louder and louder.

“Amazing!” he clarified. “The best! You’re the best ever! No one can make me feel like you do. I love you! I love you! I love you!” He continued to profess his love to you. As if it was the only thing his mind could think of with his dick deep in you.

“Damn fucking right you do!” Your chest swelled with pride, a new energy filling your system. Your movements got faster, your hand moving to twist one of your nipples. “Are you close, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” he stammered. “Let me cum, Y/n. Please! I–I can’t hold it any longer!” Tears streamed down his face, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Yes, baby!” you said. “Let out! Cum for me, baby boy. Cum with me.” Your hand went down from your breast to rub at your clit, and together the both of you reached your climax. Through the pleasure, you registered Yoongi declaring his love for you in between low groans. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last bit out of him, as you continued to ride him through his orgasm, prolonging yours with it.

When the feeling washed over you, you collapsed on top of Yoongi, too exhausted to even pull yourself off of him and his cock. You felt him shift until he could pull out of you with a wince of overstimulation, his ejaculation slowly spilling out with it. You panted against him, your cheek pressed against his chest. You felt his hands rub up and down your back as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you.” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he replied.

“I would never leave you, love.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad,” you nuzzled deeper into his chest. “And don’t you ever forget it again.”

You felt him nod against the top of your head, his chin resting on you.

“I should clean you up,” you told him.

You began to ease yourself out of his arms, but he just pulled you back down against him. “No, wait! Just let me hold you first.”

Who were you to deny the love of your life. And so you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to rest with the man you want to spend eternity with.

Okay, so that's that lol. This is my first time writing smut so please let me know what you think :) Also, I know I said pretty boy and good boy a lot in this fic... but like I love good, pretty boys and they deserve to be praised 😤 Okay, but jokes aside, I'm like very bad at smut so go easy on me, okay?

And now, for the questions I wanted to ask you for my next fic(s). I wanted to know which one you'd like to see me work on first. Send me an ask or a comment on what you prefer, please, it would help me focus on one story a lot better. I don't want to give too much away for the plot so just let me know what you find most intriguing.

Here are a few options:

Yandere!StalkerFan!Hoseok x Youtuber!Reader. Reader will be gender neutral.

Yandere!Taehyung x Reader x Yandere!Demon!Jimin. Reader will be gender neutral. This will be a poly fic.

Yandere!BestFriend!Yoongi x DaycareOwner!Fem!Reader. This fic would feature Hobi, and there would be mentions of pregnancy and children in this (nothing weird, I promise)

Yandere!Seokjin x gn!reader, Fuckboi!Jimin x gn!reader. This would be a yandere jin fic but feature jimin. It would have a lot of jealousy and be set in a uni setting.

Please do let me know what you'd be interested in seeing. And if you have any other ideas or thoughts, please do feel free to share. If I get no responses, I'll probably work on the Hoseok fic next. Idk, it's just calling to me lol. I just want to write for Hobi since I haven't done that yet.

Anyway, have a good day!! 💕💕💕

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