#yandere rohan

[yanderememes]

Hey! I was wondering what type of darling Kakyoin or Rohan would like? Like personality wise ( a shy/timid darling or outspoken darling etc) hope that makes sense haha

It totally makes sense! Here ya go! ❤️

Kakyoin

Kakyoin would like someone who is level headed

He'd like a darling who can see his pov and follow along with his reasoning and logic

Kakyoin would preferably like a darling who is introverted

He'd like someone who is caring and sweet, a darling who is motherly and nurturing (cuz he likes milfs lol)

A darling who is chill. Not overly hyper or indifferent to everything. Someone who knows when to relax but can be serious too when needed

He'd like a darling who is an intellectual but it's not mandatory. Regardless, darling better be ready to hear his random hobbies and facts he has to share

He'd love it if darling was a gamer like he is

Somewhat wants a clingy darling. He's been lonely his whole life so he'd like a darling who wants to stay by his side

Rohan

Rohan would like a darling who isn't too emotional

Actually, he'd prefer if they weren't emotional at all. He doesn't want to deal with it

He'd like a darling who is authentic and true to themselves

Even if it's something he disagrees with, as long as you stay consistent with your beliefs and values, he finds that charming

Someone who isn't afraid to stand up for what they believe in

Rohan will like a darling who challenges him, just to spice things up in the relationship

A bit of a narcissist, he'd like a darling who will praise his work

A darling who is creative. Whether it be in problem solving or in the arts, he'll want to use you as inspiration for his manga

[kujojotarolover]

Also o for Rohan please

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Mentions of Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts / Nature, Angst, Dire Situations, Torture, Graphic Descriptions / Thoughts, Brainwashing and / or Memory Wiping Allusion, Thoughts / Mentions of Death, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences. Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral. Uncomfortable scenarios included, read at you own discretion! 18+ ONLY!

author's note: Totally not inspired by House of Wax or anything, nah. This is my first ficlet involving Kishibe Rohan, I hope that you enjoy this delusion man and this creepy fic! These "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" were written and coined by @/nanasparadise . That original post can be located here. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is not a good situation! I hope you enjoy this!

PROMPT: Orchid (love, beauty): "My, you're breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished."

word count: Approximately 1.8k

Swish. 

Swish, swish. Swish. 

Swiiiiiiish. 

Everything dimmed and blurred in a flurry haze. Bright light like you’ve never known before shone and rushed like a hurricane, circling and widening and engulfing. You quickly tried to shut your eyes from the blinding hues, but something pulled uncomfortably against your face. Your mind scrambled. 

Why couldn’t you blink? 

Your pupils whizzed in frantic dashes, desperately trying to escape the maddening light that started to dull more and more and more and… wait. Hey, yeah. This… you’re standing in a room. It’s not a room you’ve ever seen before and that worries you, but you can finally pick up the faintest edges and outlines of details now. You want to squint, but the pressure from earlier comes back fast so you just settle for letting your eyes slowly adjust. 

Swish, swish, swishswishswish. 

There it is again. That noise: the sound that had brought you forth into this waking world. Your brain can’t quite comprehend what it's hearing, but it distinctly reminds you of the strokes of a paintbrush. Which, funnily enough, only brings more questions than answers. So, you turn your head. 

You… turn your head. 

Panic emerges from your chest in a rupture as you start straining your muscles. Why can’t you move your head? It feels like it’s pinned in place, pinioned by that weight from earlier that kept you from closing your eyes and that petrifies you. This doesn’t make any sense, none of it does. Your head is whorling in nasty waves and you start to struggle. 

A rattling, like cracked porcelain. Muffled panting, the sound of terror huffing against something solid. You breathe. You try to breathe in but your lungs refuse to expand very far—held down, immobile. You think you’re hyperventilating now, shaking in place like a ball filled with too much kinetic energy and you feel like you’re going to explode with madness. 

Then, a voice. 

“Oh, you're waking up now, are you?” A deep siiiiigh. “Well, I suppose I did only write ‘until Kishibe Rohan finishes painting the initial coat’, didn’t I?” 

A lackadaisical, nasally voice rhetorically questions himself before the swish swish swish begins once more. You don’t recognize the voice. Or, no, you do. The tone and intonation tickle the furthest reaches of your mind and you wrack your brain to call it forth. The name, think of the name. Kishibe Rohan. Why does that sound familiar? You feel something twinge. Yes, you do know him. 

“That doesn’t matter now, of course,” Rohan comments, “just stop panicking. The clay may be dry, but you’ll be irreparable if you accidentally tear any of it off at this stage.” 

What… What in the hell did he just say? 

“It will also bring you unbelievable amounts of pain,” Rohan pauses. Something clacks against wood. He had set his brush down. “But to see you in such agony and in such disarray would cause me more misery than you’d ever imagine.” 

Rohan picks up something—another paintbrush, probably—and leans in close. 

Your dry eyes have finally cleared and the image before you is flawless. 

The room looks unique, for sure, with a triangular bookshelf pressed against the side wall and the artisan desk not too far ahead. There’s also various prints framed and hung around the extra space of the room. The floors are hardwood, the walls are flamingo pink, the room’s trimmings are mauve, and the blinds are a rich royal blue. Everything is dimmer than you’d originally expected, but you notice a singular curtain is drawn up to allow beaming sunlight to gleam across your face. Nothing looks familiar, you’ve never been here before; so, the only logical conclusion is that this is Kishibe Rohan’s office. 

Another hopeful scan of the room births nothing of use to you. There’s a flame that withers inside, you can feel a flicker of hope diminish in your chest. What will help you escape? Another fretful glance. What can get clay off of your body? 

But your eyes can’t take in the details quick enough before a dark shadow looms before your eyes and you’re forced to focus on that instead. 

Kishibe Rohan.

He looks as eccentric and as fashionable as he did the very first time you laid your eyes upon him. That lusciously vivid sacramento green hair of his swoops over his forehead and stays tucked away by the lime eggshell headband he dons. Intense emerald orbs pierce through you, awash with such emotions that you feel a queer turn in your stomach that make your body involuntarily hitch. Rohan’s expression is tense, but focused. He calmly watches your eyes meet his and the corner of his lips quirk upward. 

“Good, my little muse,” Rohan’s eyes close briefly as he sighs again and starts to titter. “Though the clay is much too solid for much to shift it out of place, I’m sure the heat of it and the nature of the substance has caused it to permanently iron itself to your flesh.” 

Your heart thunders against your ribcage. 

“Moving it or grinding against it could possibly disrupt it and, well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen after that,” Rohan’s sudden humor is once again lost as he lifts his arm back up and brings the paintbrush towards your face. 

But you can’t even care about that! What the hell else were you supposed to think about? You’re permanently trapped in this clay prison and moving will flay you alive! And you want to freak out even more. Want to flail, kick, scream, throw a damn tantrum to break free—but it’s futile. It’s so absolutely futile and that’s why you feel like your world is suddenly swinging around you like a merry-go-round. Streaking, and slurring, and swimming, and you pant. you pant. you pant. 

You feel painful tears sting against the rims of your eyes. The sclera are so desiccated, so aired out from being held open for this long that tears feel like stabbing needles prickling the very organs. Your head reels noisily. 

The paintbrush dabs against the clay of your cheekbone as Rohan finetunes the precise details. You can’t focus. You feel so absolutely lost, you’re so helpless, fuck fuck fuck—is this how you’re going to die? Standing, posed, in this crazy man’s home covered in model clay as you slowly starve and dehydrate to the point of no return? Tortured by a man that you met by chance… once? 

That’s when you really became flighty. Your head thumped loudly, right behind your sinuses, and you felt so so full. You’d only met this stranger once! All because of a mishap at a local art store. Fuck, you can’t even clearly remember the memory—that’s how long ago this happened! You think you ended up helping him out, there was a miscommunication. You can’t recall. You’re teetering on the edge of passing out and going numb from how heavily you’re breathing against warm, damp clay. Your appendages are tingling and you feel like you’re floating on clouds. Why is he doing this? What did you do to deserve this? 

Rohan’s paintbrush feathers over the bridge of your nose and he releases a pleased hum. 

“Absolutely stunning,” Rohan’s free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, but he stops and jerks back. “Not quite yet. I would hate to tarnish my hard work, especially after all of the trouble I went through to get you here.” 

The memories before this very moment feel fuzzy. They’re like minnows, swaying along with the currents of a stream and constantly going. On and on and on and on and on. You see them fade and disappear, they wink out and more minnow follow their ilk. You cast your line out in distress, the hook glimmery in the light of your conscience, and watch it dip into the water. It gets sucked along and the line screeches as it’s pulled into nothingness. 

“Buuut this was very much worth it,” Rohan states. “I’ve been following you for so long, watching you and studying you to make sure you’re really what I believed you to be the first time I happened upon you.” 

Oh, Gods, you just want to sob. You want to start weeping and curl up into a tiny ball, but you’re frozen solid and you’re forced to listen to Rohan’s words. You’re forced to listen to the ramblings of a man long gone. 

“You’re so pure, so unlike other people, so kind,” Rohan seems to shudder and you want to just collapse under his loving stare. “When you first gazed at me with those beautiful eyes, I fell deeply in love with you. It felt like my heart was going to burst when you departed from me, but… don’t worry, I made sure to keep you within my sights.” 

Swish, swish, swiiish. 

“I followed you, every day, every waking moment that I possibly could,” Rohan admits. He then withdraws the paintbrush, dips the end into a swatch of color, and continues detailing. “You were filled with this admirable justice, this sense of innocence and purity. Of truth, of precision. Your honesty, your soul… everything about you was like a flame and I was consumed like oxygen into the laps.” 

Everything and nothing makes sense. You would shake your head, would avert your face away from Rohan’s lecherous eyes, and try to plug your ears to mute this insanity. But you can just be his little statue. Listening. 

“And after a while… watching you from afar started to bore me, honestly.” Rohan huffs, as if he were absolutely bothered by the notion and then turns his stare over his shoulder. “So I waited and waited and waited. There was much to think about, you know. As an artist, I had to make sure this wasn’t sloppy. I had to be positive that you were the one, that nothing would tarnish you. I… I needed to immortalize you.” 

Your eyes gape in horror at Rohan as he drags another long sweep of the paintbrush across your cheeks before arching back. 

Rohan scrutinizes your face thoughtfully, romantically, and an excitedly giddy grin smears across his lips. 

“My, you’re breathtaking.” Rohan shivers, his eyes widening with something wild as he drops his brush to the palette and laces his fingers together. “Your beauty needs to be cherished.”

It feels like the floor is opening up, is dropping you in, and you’re flushing away. You're going so fast, so soon, so terribly. And you just look into Rohan’s eyes, disbelieving, and you feel like your heart 

stops. 

“My own personal Astraea, that’s what I’ve made you, my muse.”

[dr3lls]

He’s a killer

   today was a very cold and windy day. all day, since the moment you woke up, you’ve felt...off. it was’t anything you were too worried about since you are a very paranoid person naturally, so you just shrug it off as the usual paranoia.

  going to your classes at your university was always the same thing in your small town. however, today while you were walking to your university, something was telling you not to go to your classes today. you rarely get that gut feeling, and usually it’s always right, so you listened to it. 

   turning back to walk towards your home, you could feel the stare of someone on your back. you definitely decided to walk faster to your home after feeling the stare.

   getting back in your house, you immediately lock all the locks in the house and make sure your windows are secure. triple checking every lock in the house, you grab two knives for self defense and walk towards your room.

   what you were not expecting was a man with green hair to be sitting on your bed, as if he owned the house!

   you were startled for a second, until you regained yourself and immediately shouted at the man, not surprising him in the slightest.

  “oh, shut it will you? you fucking brat. this is all your fault, you know? i didn’t want to do this, but you forced my hand today,” the mysterious man said to you, as you held out one of the knives at the man.

   “what do you want? leave me alone, or i’ll call the cops and have them arrest you!!!” 

   it went silent for at least 20 seconds, the only sound being both of your breathing. his slowly getting heavier, internally terrifying you.

   then he lunged at you and the last thing you saw was a tiny figure standing beside your body, which slowly loses consciousness and the stranger holding a...pencil?

   “you forced my hand, y/n. now you will suffer the consequences when you awake.”

   ---

i’m literally just writing drabbles instead of sleeping (which i should really be doing..)

i’ll actually write a yandere rohan fic soon, just wanted to get these thoughts and drabbles out while i have the motivation to write and post :D <3

-drells.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Yandere! Rohan x reader

Prompt: “You don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don’t act so ungrateful.”

Description: For someone who used their stand to keep you trapped in their house and claimed to love you, Rohan sure didn’t seem like it. He hardly even batted an eye when you acted out around him-- until now, that is.

Content Warnings: Imprisonment, yandere inappropriate use of a stand, typical Rohan being his bull shit self, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1499

Notes: As much as I have mixed feelings for Rohan (he’s a little bitch but I still like him, I guess) this is such a perfect prompt from him I couldn’t refuse.I was also really struggling with this one until I got about halfway though it. I feel kinda... meh about it but hey, it’s a fanfic.

Edited: Minor grammar and spelling fixes! Also spaced out a bit more for hopefully an easier read. Hope you guys enjoy! Oh, content warning and banner were added as well

You hated how empty this place felt. It wasn’t a home, it was a prison-- no matter how welcoming and beautiful it seemed. You had spent the last couple months (what you thought were months-- it was getting hard to keep track) here, unable to leave due to the effects of Heaven’s Door.

It was funny really, how Rohan was willing to use his stand to keep you here against your will but not to change your feelings about him. As much as you wanted to leave you couldn’t--all you could do was vent you frustrations at him.

You were free to wander as you pleased, and Rohan even welcomed you into his study freely. You were inspiring to him, as he said. And a welcome break from his work.

You couldn’t even begin to understand him; what he saw in you, why he kept you here, why he didn’t just… make things as he wanted them to be. He made no sense to you. Even as he tried to show off to you, prove to you he was the only one for you, that he was the Rohan Kishibe… you would not be convinced.

Usually, he took your defiance in stride; even for someone like Rohan, he knew this was an extreme change. One that would take getting use too. He had faith, that you would come to terms with things. You had always been such an adaptable person. Eventually, you would get use to this.

Eventually…

Little did he know, had he not used Heaven’s Door to keep you here, to stop you from using your own stand against him, you would be long gone. You were desperate for freedom. Little did you know how desperate he was to keep you.

“Rohan…” Your voice was soft as you entered his study. He was busy at work per usual. He knew you were here--he would stop working only if he deemed the conversation important enough.

“Why, after all this time, am I still here?” What you really wanted to say was ‘you know I’ll never love you’ but the fear of angering him kept you back.

“You’re here because I want you to be. It’s that simple.” He didn’t even turn to face you when he spoke. Typical.

You moved forward, past his desk to look out the large window, to the sweet, sunny town before you. You would do anything to be out in the summer sun again…

“You know I don’t want to be here though.” Emotion trembled in your voice. “Before all this, I actually kind of liked you. Funny isn’t it? I thought you were so cool..” You laughed bitterly.

You could hear him put down his pen. At least now you had his undivided attention. “I thought-- I don’t know what I thought. That maybe there could have been something between us?” You sighed, shaking your head and unwilling to let the tears that peaked at your eyes to fall.

“Little did I know this would happen.” You turned to his shocked face. It wasn’t often he was speechless, that you got to see something other than his smug face.

“Knowing this, you even have the power to make me forget this all even happened. To start over. But I know you won’t. You're too selfish for that, aren’t you Rohan?” He was taken aback by your words but only a moment.

He was always prepared for your outbursts, even ones like these.

“Selfish?” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Is that what you think of me _____?”

“What else could you be, for keeping me here against my will?” You countered, sniffling.

This wasn’t going to end well.

It never did.

It always ended with you crying.

“You don’t even know how lucky you are.” His scoff was audible, the groan of his chair unmistakable as he stood, approaching you. “I protect you, provide for you…”

He took heavy steps until he was next to you, staring down the very same summer dream as you. “and yet you have the guile to act so ungrateful.” He had looked your way as he spoke the venomous words, yet you refused to meet his gaze.

“Ungrateful?” You repeated.

You saw your own reflection on the window. Tired, depressed--so close to giving up.

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it Rohan?” Now you dared to meet his gaze, see the barely kept burning rage hidden behind green eyes. “Are you going to open me up again? Make it so I’m happy to be here? Happy to be with you?” You challenged.

Honestly, you might have preferred it that way--maybe then you wouldn’t be so miserable here. Then again, you would be aware it was a ruse, as would Rohan.

The two of you might even be more miserable than you are now.

“Why do you make things so difficult?” Rohan grabbed you by the shoulders, surprising you.

In all you time here he hadn’t really… touched you. Had he not explicitly stated why he brought you here, you wouldn’t have even thought he cared for you.

Despite your surprise, his words and his touch were… gentle. You knew he wasn’t trying to scare you; after all, he had read everything about you, more than once. He knew you better than he did himself.

“I’ve tried every approach with you and yet you still can’t accept that your fate is to be by my side. Why?”

You hated how… hurt he looked. Like somehow you had betrayed him by being angry, that some how it was you in the wrong for wanting more than this.

You hated how you didn’t stop him from touching you because god, when was the last time another person touched you?

“I can’t give up.” When had your own words become so soft? “If I give up, then that means you win. That you really were right--that this is the best for me. And I can’t believe that.”

You tried to even out your breathing to keep from crying in front of him. You were already acting too vulnerable in front of him, something he would be sure to take advantage of.

“I-I want more from life than this!”

You didn’t even protest when Rohan pulls you into a hug. You were too upset, had gone too long without comfort from another. Maybe, Rohan had planned for this all along.

You wouldn’t put it above him.

“Shh… calm down.” His words were soft, if not a little hesitant.

It was obvious he had never comforted someone before. He probably knew his words weren’t helping and just held you, rigid in his arms until you broke down, crying openly and hugging him back. You clung to him, even as he pulled back softly and brushed the tears from your cheeks.

“You’ve been fighting for a while, it’s no wonder your so tired.” He laughed softly but you didn’t even have the energy to be mad about it. “You put up a good fight _____ but you knew this would happen as much as I did.”

You hated how he was right.

“Why did i-it have to be like this though?” You took a deep breath, sniffled, and tried to even your breathing. You still stuttered as you spoke. “W-why did you have to do this to me? Wasn’t there an easier way t-to get what you wanted?”

One that wouldn’t have hurt you so much? That wouldn’t have ended up with you broken the way you feel you are now?

“This was the only way I could ensure you would end up mine. Only I can make you feel like this, _____.” Rohan cradled you gently, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

It was with those words you realized something. Not only had Rohan made it so you couldn’t leave his house, his side--when he used Heaven’s Door on you, he had made it so you could love no one but him.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” How you wanted the words to be true.

What a twisted game Rohan had pulled you into.

“I know.” He pulled you tighter against him. You let him.

“I’ll never say it aloud.” You threatened.

You doubt it mattered to him. Knowing that he would be the only one to ever hold your emotions-- all you happiness, sadness, your love and your hate-- that was all for Rohan now.

“You won’t have to.” He was right, again.

You knew it.

He was already content in the knowledge that you wouldn’t be able to love anyone but him. There was no winning with him from the start. You were his now whether you wanted it, or not.

So, for the time being, you let yourself have a break, and indulge in the comfort of another person.

When the next day came, you might even let yourself do it again.

[thornybubbles]

The Cat Came Back (Followup) The Morioh Gang reactions

Note: This is a follow up piece to “The Cat Came Back” in which the Reader finds themselves in the possession of the Stand, Killer Queen and asks Josuke for help. The following is just showing how the other characters would react. So headcanons I guess… You can find the original story this is based on here: 

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Josuke: You already saw his initial reaction when you told him about your unwanted Stand, but there was a lot that Josuke left unsaid, mostly because he didn’t want you to see just how disturbed he really was. He can’t even imagine what you must be going through. This whole situation is horrific and… well… bizarre. It was bad enough that you were targeted and held hostage by Kira during the final confrontation, but now you’re stuck with Kira’s Stand as your own. He still doesn’t understand how something like that could even happen. How does a living person end up with a dead man’s Stand? It’s even more confusing if you consider how Reimi said that Kira died. If both user and Stand were torn apart by ghostly arms, then how is the Stand still active? And why, WHY, WHY, is it acting as your Stand now? Josuke never wanted you to get involved in the crazy, dangerous world of Stand users, but you are now and he can’t help but blame himself. If he had never become friends with you, then maybe you wouldn’t have run into Kira that day and this wouldn’t be happening to you now. He really, really hopes that Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation can help you with this, because this is one thing he knows he can’t fix. Just like with the death of his grandfather, he feels helpless and frustrated. But to you, he’s a beacon of calm acceptance. He’ll never let you see how shook up he is because you don’t need that right now. 

Okuyasu: He takes it pretty badly. He finds the whole situation to be freaky and incredibly unfair. Expect a lot of angry crying from him in the beginning. 

“Whaaaaat??!!” he shouts. “What the hell is this?! How does something like that even happen?! Can’t that creepy hand-humping bastard go haunt someone else?!” 

He insists that Josuke could probably fix it if he used Crazy Diamond to bring you back to a state before you became a Stand user, but Josuke explains that his powers don’t work like that. Okuyasu is so desperate that he even suggests, to everyone’s horror, that he could use The Hand to erase Killer Queen. That idea is very quickly shot down by Josuke. 

“Think about it, Okuyasu,” Josuke says. “If you erase a person’s Stand it’s like erasing their soul! Do you want to do that to our friend?” 

Okuyasu realizes his idea was awful, but dammit he wants to help okay? He feels helpless and frustrated that he can’t think of anything useful in this situation. He just wants the Stand to go away and leave you alone. He even goes so far as to ask you to summon Killer Queen just so he can say that to the Stand’s face. 

“Listen here you pink cat bastard!” he practically spits at the Stand. “You better fuck off and leave our friend alone or I’m gonna make your life a living hell!!!” 

Killer Queen merely stares Okuyasu down until the delinquent actually starts feeling a little nervous. Then the Stand has the nerve to give him a wry little smile and duck down to nuzzle his head against yours. Freaked out, you dismiss him and Okuyasu rages. It’s going to take a LOOOOOOOONG time for Okuyasu to come to terms with your new status as a Stand user. 

Koichi: Koichi is horrified, not just at the situation, but he is very worried for you. Like everyone else, he’s baffled at how you could end up with someone else’s Stand. Not only that, but Koichi is the first to notice that there’s something different about Killer Queen now that it’s attached to you. The Stand seems more lively and sentient with you than it did with Kira, even going so far as to mock others and show you unwanted affection. It was far, far more reserved with Kira. What did that mean exactly? Did it have to do with your personality having an effect on its behavior? He wants to offer you all the support and comfort that he can as your friend but he can’t ignore the creeping feeling of dread that comes over him when he’s in your presence now. He tries not to let it show, because the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s afraid of you. You have enough to worry about without having to consider if your friends fear you now. 

Koichi starts doing research on Stands and Stand users, hoping to find something he can use to help you. Maybe there’s a way to separate a user from their Stand without hurting them? Of course, he has considered your feelings on the matter. Would you want to be separated from Killer Queen? Koichi will never say this out loud, but he has a terrible fear that a little bit of Kira’s personality has remained within Killer Queen and that there may be a possibility that Kira’s violent tendencies will start to manifest within you. He really hopes that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want Kira somehow hurting anyone else from beyond the grave, least of all one of his closest friends. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you started turning violent…

Jotaro: As per usual, Jotaro’s reaction is minimal when he first finds out, but his eyes are filled with a myriad of emotions: anger, shock, horror, and exhaustion. Especially the last one. Jotaro is so very tired. It’s bad enough that he’s still having to deal with DIO’s evil influence on the world even after the blood-sucking asshole’s death, but now Kira’s Stand has fused itself with your soul and is acting as your Stand. What is it with villains and the need to cling to the living world even after their very deserved deaths? Jotaro is oddly reminded of that stupid old kid’s song he heard when he was very young: 

But the cat came back the very next day

The cat came back, they thought he was a goner

But the cat came back, it just couldn't stay away

That did seem to be the case with Kira. Though, Killer Queen wasn’t Kira’s Stand anymore so it technically wasn’t Kira anymore either. He couldn’t ignore that fact. Killer Queen was your Stand now. Like Koichi, he could sense a difference in the Stand now that it was yours. It seemed more sentient than it was with Kira and he wasn’t blind to the mocking smile the thing would give him and the others. That was worrying. That and how affectionate it seemed towards you. It very clearly recognized and accepted you as its new user. This sudden level of sentience it displayed was disturbing.

The whole thing annoyed him. Just like Koichi, he feared that some of Kira’s influence still lingered within Killer Queen and could have an effect on you. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem to have the best control over the Stand, due to the fact that it sometimes materialized when you didn’t want it to and how it hesitated when you tried to dismiss it. That settles it. He was going to train you on how to control Killer Queen before the thing decided to control you. From now on, you can expect to be dragged along whenever Jotaro is showing Josuke how to better control Crazy Diamond. He would work with the Speedwagon Foundation in order to better understand your condition and help you in any way he could. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let Kira’s influence corrupt you. 

Rohan: Surprisingly, Rohan is the one to take the news the hardest, but he’s also the one to find something close to a solution to your problem. 

Next to Koichi, you’re one of the few people he puts any value in. When you reveal Killer Queen to him his first response is to recoil in fear (let’s not forget the multiple deaths he had to endure because of the Stand’s user). After that he gets angry. 

“If this is supposed to be a prank, it’s not funny! Did Josuke put you up to this? I never realized that low-life had such a demented sense of humor…” he says.

When you explain to him that it isn’t a prank and he realizes that Killer Queen has indeed become your Stand, he starts acting as if you just informed him that you had a terminal illness and only had a year to live. You watch as the poor man goes through all seven stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Denial: “This has to be a joke. I won’t believe that it’s true! Something like this is impossible! How can you have a dead man’s Stand!?” 

Anger: “How could you let something like this happen?! I know it’s not your fault, that’s not the point! Surely you could have done something to stop it?! And where was Josuke or that nitwit, Okuyasu?! Why didn’t they do something?! I’m not shouting, you’re shouting!!” 

Bargaining: “I’ll give you an autograph if you say that you’ve been messing with me this whole time! I won’t even get angry, I promise! What about one of my unpublished manuscripts? One of my figurines? You… you’re really not joking about this are you?” 

Depression: He goes over to his desk and just sits there staring out the window. You don’t get a response out of him but you notice the tears rolling down his face and you’re shocked. The “Great” Rohan Kishibe is actually shedding tears? And on your behalf? After a moment he wipes his face and starts talking to you as if nothing happened. 

Acceptance: “This isn’t ideal, but it isn’t the end of the world. You say that Jotaro’s been teaching you how to better control Killer Queen? That’s good. Now you won’t have to worry about it hurting anyone you don’t want it to.” 

At some point during the conversation, Rohan jumps up from his seat and grabs the sides of his head with disbelief. 

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of this.” he mutters. 

“Think of what?” you ask, hoping he has thought of some kind of solution to your problem. 

“We’ll use Heaven’s Door to prevent you from losing control over Killer Queen!” 

You stared at him, mouth open in surprise. How had no one considered that before now? 

“Give me your hand.” Rohan says and you oblige. 

Heaven’s Door manifests next to him and the little Stand touches the back of your hand. You stare at him amazed, having never seen him up until that moment. You are startled as the back of your hand flips open like a tiny book. You see writing on the inside of it, but don’t have time to read any of it before Rohan grabs a pen and jots something down in the margins of the page. It says, 

“I have complete and total control over my Stand, Killer Queen. It will never harm anyone that is not a threat to me or my loved ones.” 

Then Heaven’s Door flips the book closed and your hand returns to normal. 

“Now, that settles that!” Rohan says with a self satisfied grin. “Really I’m surprised you hadn’t come to me sooner…” 

While Rohan is congratulating himself, you take the time to lean up and give him a kiss of gratitude on his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Rohan!” you say, overflowing with relief and thankfulness. 

Rohan freezes mid-sentence, a stunned expression on his face. For a full minute he just stands there staring with his mouth open in shock and a hint of pink dusting his normally pale cheeks. At first you thought that you might have crossed a line and he’d start shouting at you, but he doesn’t. Then you start worrying if you’ve broken him. 

“Rohan?” You ask. 

This seems to snap the manga creator out of his stunned state. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel, marches over to his desk, plops down in the chair and starts scribbling away in a notebook. 

“....rapid heart beat….feelings of almost unbearable euphoria…” 

He stops to reach up and touch his face then immediately goes back to writing.

“...cheeks feel like they’re on fire….” 

You blink at him, not knowing what to say or do. You guess he’s gone into work mode. There’s not much you can do to break him out of that once his creative juices start flowing. You decide to leave and go tell the others the good news. 

“Okay, well. I guess I’ll go let Josuke and the others know. I’m sure they’ll be relieved.” you say. 

“Later, Rohan.” 

You start to leave when Rohan suddenly turns to you with a serious expression. 

“Before you go, I want it to be known here and now that if you tell anyone, especially Josuke, that I cried, I will never speak to you again.” 

Your lips twitch as you hold back a laugh. 

“You’re secret’s safe with me, Rohan-sensei.” you say.

[spicyicetea]

Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Not a request, but i feel that rohan is the most terrifying yandere. I read what you wrote about him not using heaven's door to force romantic affections, but that doesn't mean he won't possibly write something like "darling will stay with me forever. But keep their personality and emotions" or something. He can easily make it to where we could NEVER escape.

Oh absolutely no doubt he wouldn’t hesitate to write that in your pages. Immediately restricting your capability to run away is something out of a horror movie. Even worse you probably wouldn’t be able to talk about it to anyone else, the further the restrictions written, the realization you really have no way to leave or fight back. That’s a big blow to your mental state and there’s no real reason to actually do anything with your personality.

Rohan is already bad enough in canon, being Yandere just takes it to a whole new level. The way he sees it, you’re free to do whatever you like but not without him being aware of it. Stifle? Smothering? He sees no such thing, he finds most of the people you interact with an annoyance. Especially if they try to cater to you romantically. As the mangaka sees it, he’s doing you a favor of pruning the undesirables. Even if that means literally everyone falls under this definition except himself.

But hey at least you can still have your opinions on the type of sweets you like right? That’s gotta count for something .

[princelylove]

i am slowly getting more and more annoyed with mr zeppeli himself i ate my fingers as i read your response to my ask AJAJHSUSH. thank you so much your highness i am burning my whole house rn.

actually, which yanderes do you think would be the most ANNOYING. like, not violent or anything but just plain annoying. the kind of people that make you wanna tear your hair out or commit a slow and painful murder.

(inspired heavily by narancia because i have a feeling he would be the most annoying little shit to deal with)

-🌸 anon

What an adorable thing you are. Don’t bite too hard, it’ll hinder your ability to compliment me. 

Oh, God. Most annoying to me, personally? Not in any order in particular, I feel as if this one would change depending on my mood:

Bruno hovers too much, and he tends to both infantilize and put a lot of responsibility on his darling. He expects his darling to parent Narancia but won’t let them handle a knife by themself. I’m doing a character study on him right now, so that’s all I’ll say, but just know that he is God’s punishment for whatever you did in a past life to deserve him.

Narancia is annoying- he’s a young guy who never got taught how to deep clean, spends his free time on his pull up bar, expects you to cook for him since he’s literally never been tasked with it, whines when you try to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of your six hours minimum long cuddling session, doesn’t know how to properly take care of an entire human being so just throws junk food at you and hopes you don’t starve, the list goes on. He loves you, he really does, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing. For someone as prissy as myself, I would die the first day. He doesn’t understand why I put those rollers in my hair- he just watched me straighten it, doesn’t that cancel out??? That’s stupid, oh, and another thing, what’s the point of owning five different versions of the same color of nail polish? It’s all red! Just have one, that isn’t crazy expensive! On top of Narancia being the worst roommate ever- he’s very irritable, and doesn’t really have a problem pulling a knife on you to get what he wants. He’s not as quick to snap as people think, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. Show signs of liking something more than him and he’ll maul it. 

It’s hard to set Cioccolata and Secco away from each other, they’re basically inseparable, but Cioccolata is capable of using logic, and Secco is not. If you’re on the ground in pain, obviously you’re going to have a hard time answering the little puppy’s questions. Secco doesn’t understand why you won’t play with him- he’s shoving his toy right in front of you, are you blind?? Play! With! Him! Throw it, play tug of war, SOMETHING, COME ON. There’s an interesting dynamic depending on who exactly you’re intended for- Cioccolata, Secco, or both. Let’s just talk about Secco alone, since Cioccolata isn’t annoying, he’s just a bit too affectionate sometimes. Secco’s forgetful, rude, jumps to conclusions, and you don’t even know what he looks like since he’s always wearing that bitch suit-esque thing. He nudges you to throw his toy- he probably thinks of you as human rather than another dog, and doesn’t understand why you aren’t behaving like Cioccolata does. If you were Cioccolata’s darling alone, or a shared darling, he’d probably think of you as another dog. But he was here first, so he’s got dibs on the good dog bed, AND cioccolata’s lap. As if you’d want that. Secco begs and begs and begs for you to give him as much attention as you possibly can- and somehow, you’re never doing it right. It’s like talking to a child who has surpassed the ‘Why?’ stage and has moved on to greater conquests- annoying you so badly that you ask Cioccolata if it’s fine to have a sip of his ‘not for dogs’ drink. Or two. Or three. Or the entire bottle. 

Rohan doesn’t ever shut the fuck up. He quite literally always has something to say, despite wanting to “observe.” He read an article this morning, let’s go visit the place it mentioned even though it’s a three hour train ride and supposed to rain for the rest of the week. He always wants to go explore- even when he promised that you could both stay home today and do something you want to do. It doesn’t make sense to Rohan- why wouldn’t you want to go see what the world has to offer? Probably because this is the fourth temple he’s wanted to visit this week and you don’t feel like going up two hundred stairs. (If his darling cannot walk, he makes sure it’s accessible beforehand. You’re not getting out of coming with him.) Rohan’s big on healthy living, and he feels a sense of superiority for eating right, and working out very consistently. He wants his darling to be perfectly well as well- how can he push you to your limits if you’re not at your best? You’d probably sleep better if he stopped talking for three hours past his initial ‘goodnight.’ 

Hazamada… is… he’s certainly a character! The literal only reason why he isn’t forcing himself upon his darling is because he’s too much of a coward- and that’s not my interpretation, that’s canon. His hobbies include bullying kittens and small animals, not showering, collecting manga, stalking idols, and tennis! Isn’t that nice, he does sports, he’s only a basement dweller half of the time. It isn’t even somewhat attractive when he tries to get it on with his darling, he’s like a dog humping your leg. He’s the type to call you a stupid bitch because you politely suggested he should wear deodorant before he hits on you. He’s canonically an exhibitionist- imagine sitting in class and looking over to check the clock and he’s just staring back at you while adjusting his pants. I’d switch schools. 

[mrcaesarino]

"meet the duwang gang!"

josuke:

okuyasu:

koichi:

jotaro:

rohan:

joseph:

aya:

keicho:

tonio:

yoshikage:

[yandere-caesar]

Not human

Pairing: yandere!Mikitaka x gender neutral!reader

Description: You always thought that your friend was joking when he told you that he wasn’t human. Until he decided to prove it.

Warnings: yandere tropes (obviously), stalking, implied kidnapping

Requested by spaceyxcowboy!!!

You had met Mikitaka through Josuke originally and despite how strange he was, the two of you had really seemed to hit it off. You thought that all of the weird things that he did related to being an ‘alien’ were great.

He would ask you what random objects were and you would describe them as best you could. He always told you about what life on ‘his planet’ was like in return for your help. It was hours of fun and it never got boring. He must have been extremely creative to come up with something that complex and you wondered if he was planning to write a book one of these days.

You didn’t believe him at all, but you also didn’t really have the heart to shatter the little world that he had built for himself. You liked being part of it and you liked hearing about it. The two of you were extremely close and you could never hurt him like that regardless of what you thought. It would be wrong on so many levels.

One day though, you were finally put on the spot. Okuyasu was trying to make a case for Mikitaka being human again and this time you were dragged into it against your will. “Hey y/n you agree with me right? There’s no way this guy is for real.”

“Um...” you didn’t have much to say. You couldn’t really since you were being pulled in two different directions. On one hand, you wanted to be honest with your friends, but on the other hand you couldn’t.

“I can assure you y/n, the fact that I am capable of changing my shape is proof enough.”

You can’t help smiling. Of course he would talk about shapeshifting again. Supposedly he had never done it in front of you. The idea of him being able to turn into other things was wild.

Of course, you hadn’t expected him to act on it this time. Which is why you fell out of your seat when instead of your friend, there was suddenly a giant talking ice cream cone in front of you. You briefly considered that it might be a prank of some kind, but that wasn’t really possible since you only looked away for a second and they would have no way of carrying something that big out here so quickly.

There was also the fact that it could talk. “Are you alright y/n? You fell out of your chair.”

You scramble to pick yourself up, shaking. This had to be some kind of dream. There was no way this could be real. If it was, everything he had ever told you was true. He wasn’t some quirky goofy person like you thought he was. He was an honest and serious alien. A real alien. Was that even what he really looked like?

“I....just remembered I had something to do at home. Some things to fill out. I better leave right now.”

You don’t give much of an explanation before you leave. You needed to get out of there. Not only had everything gotten extremely awkward, but you didn’t feel safe anymore. Not around something that clearly wasn’t human.

Sure he was friendly enough now, but how much did you really know about him? For all you knew he could have some other motive that you wouldn’t have a chance at understanding.You slam the door shut and walk over to the sofa. Maybe watching something would help calm you down.

If you hadn’t decided to turn the tv on, you might have seen the figure standing at your window. You had never looked back to make sure he wasn’t following you to your house. That would be one of your biggest mistakes.

The next day, you didn’t show up at the spot that the two of you normally met up at. You decided to use a different route to walk the way you were going so that you wouldn’t run into him at all.

Part of you felt slightly guilty for just cutting him off like this without explaining it and you knew deep down that there was a possibility you were wrong and you were being too harsh about this whole situation. But the idea of seeing his face again made you feel sick. There was no way you could face him. Not like this. You had no idea what he was capable of and you didn’t want to admit it, but that scared you.

Your plan to avoid him fails however as you practically run into him while walking. “Y/n, you were not where I usually meet you. I wanted to make sure you did not get lost. I have something important to tell you.”

His eyes held a stare that you couldn’t read, almost like his face didn’t know how to show emotions in the same way that you did. You had chalked this up to acting before this and it was only now that you noticed how unsettling it really was. It makes you slowly back away, getting ready to take the first chance at leaving again that you could find.

“What is it?’

“I have grown very close to you y/n. You are the only human that has taken this much time to be kind to me.”

“Yeah?” You make sure your back isn’t against the wall. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice that you were shaking.

“I would like to ask you to be my mate. I am not sure what the customs are on this planet, so I am taking a direct approach.”

You can feel your eyes widen and practically pop out of your skull. Was he serious? He actually had feelings for you this whole time? A real alien was actually trying to ask you out?!

“I....” You bite your lip, trying to find the right words. You didn’t want to accept his proposal, but you also were terrified of rejecting him to his face. Without thinking, you take off running, not even bothering to form a proper response. Your flight instincts were kicking in and you couldn’t even make out the noises behind you which were probably Mikitaka calling after you.

Your legs are aching, but you just keep moving forward, eventually getting home and practically collapsing. As you start to calm down though, you feel yourself relax. He would probably take that as a rejection. It was almost universal that running away from someone like that was a bad sign. Maybe this would save you the trouble of having to cut ties with him slowly.

The rest of the night actually goes pretty well for you. You do a few things related to your hobbies, watch a few shows, eat the really good leftovers in your fridge from the other night, and then head to bed. Because you wore yourself out, you don’t really have much trouble sleeping. All of your doors are locked and you feel completely safe. You drift off with a smile on your face.

You wake up a few hours later to the sound rattling and quickly look around. What time was it? You had things you had to do the next day. What was causing that sound?

You get your answer when you hear a door opening and your blood runs cold. Someone was messing with the keyhole and they had managed to get into your house. They must have picked the lock because you didn’t leave a spare key out.

You needed somewhere to hide and you needed to find it now. You grab your phone from the nightstand and drop down to the floor, sliding yourself under the bed. You weren’t sure if this was a good place, but it was right there and it would be less obvious than the closet.

You hear footsteps approaching and you start messing with your phone, desperately trying to find the emergency number as your heartbeat races.

“I did not receive and answer, so I decided to give you some time.The door was locked, but I was able to transform into a key.”

You recognized that voice. It was him. Of course it was him. You could see a set of shoes stepping into the room and stopping to look around. When he didn’t seem to find anything, he went to look in the closet.

“I did some research on human mating rituals. I unfortunately did not have very many of my friends available, but Rohan was very helpful. Where are you y/n? I would like to know.”

That was even more bad news. You needed to hurry. You move to press the call button, but right before you’re able to the screen blinks off. You curse yourself for not plugging it in before you went to bed.

There was no helping it now. You needed to get out of here while his back was turned and he was still facing away from your hiding spot. You silently move to the edge and try to slowly stand up. But just as you do, he turns around and locks eyes with you.

Maybe you really were over reacting. Maybe you could just tell him the truth? You gulp and try to speak, the fear in your voice even more obvious now than it was during your last encounter.

“I...I’m sorry Mikitaka...I-I’m not interested. I’m not sure I can be with an alien...”

“It’s fine. I understand.”

You let out a sigh of relief. He did understand you and this would be fine. He probably just broke into your house because he didn’t know any better.

“Thank you. Now can you please let me get some sleep? I have an important day tomorrow.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that y/n.”

Before you can run again or even react, he rushes forward. Before you know it, you are on the ground being pinned down. You were so tired that he was able to catch you off guard and overpower you. You struggle and try to push him off, but you feel something wrap around your body to restrain you. It looks like a regular piece of rope for the most part, except it seems to spool out from the now missing lower half of Mikitaka’s body in an unnatural and disturbing way.

“It’s alright y/n. I will show you how much you mean to me and I will teach you how to be my mate.”

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Number 11 simp anon is back but with Doppo thots now (also gonna start referring to myself as aysm simp bc it’s easier) also sorry for always sending such long asks I just like the writing Back when he was just a subordinate of the syndicate, he'd gotten teased a lot. I mean, he had dopey mop hair, was chicken hearted, and couldn't fight, so it's not like it was that surprising, but it was still pretty embarrassing for him. But, despite all those bad memories, there were a few good ones, all thanks to that sweetheart coworker of his. She'd always been nice to him despite his shortcomings, and, truthfully, he'd always thought she was cute...but he could never tell her that back then. Like with most other things, he was way too scared to try anything. But, things are different now. Now, he's the strongest Ayashimon and the head of the underworld. Now, he can finally have her. Although, he has to admit, he feels a little disappointed right now. I mean, it's cute how she's shaking and sobbing underneath him, but how could she disrespect him, trying to squirm away like that? What, is he not charismatic enough? Oh well, regardless of the reason, he'll be able to fix it in just a few more moments! All he has to do... ...is teach her who she must fear. — — — Was thinking abt how to write this last night and decided to base it purely off of the random crack thot that Yui!darling would probably think that Doppo's hair when he was the syndicate's subordinate was cute (not even in an attractive way, in a puppy like way) lol. Also I love dark content but am way too soft for the future angst of darling dying and him not being able to do anything, so that effectively ruled out a human darling for me

Doppo's my main Ayashimon fella so far (tho Ten and Kotton are also up there) and I looooove this. The shy little weakling turned all powerful dude who goes way too far is perfect for dark shit! He's like "haha look, I finally grew a spine. And took several others! Here, check this sculpture out. Cool right? Their nerve endings are actually still connected to them, their brains are over there 😚"

And Darling's just like

[yanderememes]

nsfw //

darling who enjoys the sex and the sex alone. they HATE any other sort of physical touches like hugs, cuddles, holding hands,,,, ,, which yanderes wouldn’t care and which would be heartbroken at this revelation 👁👁

👁️👄👁️

What an amazing question, anon~

Yanderes who wouldn't care:

Jotaro, Joseph, Johnny, Gyro, Dio, Diego, Valentine, Risotto, Diavolo, Formaggio, Prosciutto, Jolyne, Ermes, F.F., Abbacchio, Fugo, Polnareff, Rohan, Keicho, Kira, Kars, Mista, Ghiaccio, Illuso,

These yanderes don't care because they can enjoy the sex for what it is. While it may irk them a little when darling doesn't allow them to do other physical touches like hugs or hand-holding, it's not enough for them to be upset. Being with darling and having them to themselves whether it's through sex or not is enough for these yanderes.

Yanderes who would be heartbroken:

Anasui, Giorno, Bucciarati, Trish, Koichi, Josuke, Jonathan, Okuyasu, Caesar, Narancia, Kakyoin, Avdol, Yukako, Pucci, Doppio, Weather

These yanderes would be heartbroken by this revelation because they are the type to yearn for more. It's more than just an obsession for them. They want a true and loving relationship with darling. To do all the couple stuff from cooking together to spending the rest of their lives and celebrating anniversaries. So to hear and be treated like just another hookup, someone that is disposable, is heartbreaking.

[flowersandbigteeth]

🌶️ Spicy🌶️ Masterpost

These are all NSFW fics that are either going or finished 😈

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Key:

☣️ Dark: May contain dark themes readers may find disturbing including noncon, dubcon or violence

💝 Cozy: Gentler fics. There may be violence or yandere themes but it is light, or soft yandere

I did my best to categorize these but everything is relative. Please read the trigger warnings carefully before reading

☣️ Tentacle Monster- Chase: nsfw -- x f reader

Part One, Part Two , Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

☣️ Shadowbeast- Rafe: nsfw -- x f reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Headcanon

☣️ Wind God- Torin: nsfw -- x f reader

Part One, Part Two Part Three Part Four

☣️ Warlock- Landis: nsfw

Oneshot - this is part of a novel that I probably wont post to tumblr

☣️ Knights - Xavier, Dustin, Eli, and Marco: nsfw -- x maid f reader

Oneshot

☣️ Wolf- Ruston: nsfw -- x f reader

Oneshot, Part Two, Headcanon

☣️ Hesian Alien- Nasos : nsfw-- x f reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

☣️ Hesian Alien Rancher- Kostas: nsfw -- x f reader

Request, Headcanon, Request (SFW) Request

☣️ Gargoyle Book Shop Owner- Heath: nsfw -- x f reader

Oneshot, Headcanon, Part Two

💝Vampire Triplets- Church, Sin, and Angel: nsfw -- x f succubus reader

Request

☣️Catman Alien Twins- Qhen and Ceth: nsfw -- x f reader

Part One, Headcanon, Headcanon

💝Minotaur Demigod- Solomon : nsfw -- x water nymph reader

Request

💝Werebear- Hugo: nsfw -- x childhood friend f reader

Oneshot, Headcanon, Part Two, Request, Part Three

☣️ Alpha Gangster- Jude: nsfw -- x f omega reader

Oneshot

☣️ Shapeshifter- Shane: future nsfw -- x f reader

Part One

💝Night Elf- Victor: nsfw -- x f reader

Request

☣️Kelpie- Vylkas: nsfw -- x f reader

Request, Request (SFW)

☣️ Vampire- Marius: semi-nsfw -- x f reader

Oneshot

💝Shadow King- Zintius: nsfw and sfw -- x f reader

Request (SFW), Part Two (NSFW)

💝Kherae Alien- Idreod: sfw & nsfw -- x reader with glasses

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four (NSFW), Part Five (NSFW), Part six, Part Seven, Part eight

First Person POV available on smashwords

💝Maeder- Rohan: nsfw -- x musician reader

Request

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𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”

your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“

Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.

but still, you longed to move. to stretch your cramping muscles, to pick your sore cheek off the side of the hard floor. you could still feel Rohan’s foot planting it there, smearing his sole over your face and applying enough pressure on your head to make you dizzy. “W—when can I get up?”

“Spread your ass cheeks.” he barked, ignoring you, brows furrowed in concentration. “Show me the damage I’ve done already.”

eliciting a pathetic and hardly audible whine of subservience, your hands move before your brain can catch up with the demand, prying your globes apart and, thus, allowing a gush of cocktailed release — both Rohan’s and yours — from your cunt. it was spasming, milking nothing, and each time you clenched, you snagged your lip with your teeth. it’s not like you wanted to enjoy how roughly Rohan fucked you, or how sloppy he wanted his muse to be. you didn’t want to cum when he hurt you, but you didn’t have a choice. you couldn’t fight what had been etched into your psyche, literally.

Heaven’s Door. that’s what he’d called it when he explained it to you; an ability that only he possessed. you couldn’t see these powers, but somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying to you.

and you’d seen him use it before — bizarrely enough, though, trying to recall those moments were impossible.

Rohan promised never to use Heaven’s Door on you, but that was before you tried to leave him.

now, you didn’t have to ask him how he could make you do things even though you didn’t want to do them, or why you had blank patches in your memory all the time. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fix your mouth to form the questions. he had, somehow, used his ability on you, and was keeping you muzzled and obedient now. with no freedom in sight.

Rohan moans out loud, clenching the pen in his hand when he sees the delicious destruction, “That’s it!” he cries, and you could see his cock, still hard and throbbing, beading with more spunk. he wants to grab himself and milk the rest of it out of him, you can tell, but to let go of his pen would mean he would lose the momentum at which he was creating a mirror of your position. “That’s exactly what I want to see, your body fucked out and shaking, your mind slipping, little by little. I’m going to fuck you stupid before long, and I’ll be able to immortalize that, too— once I’ve turned you into my brainless, little fuck doll. Look at how pretty you look.”

Rohan leans forward, flipping the pad around to show you, and you want to be humiliated. no, more than that, you want to cry. reduced to little more than his pathetic possession, you stare at the equally helpless girl in black and white on the paper. she looks less alive than you thought you did, less herself— or, yourself. were you becoming that? were you losing… you?

“I don’t…” your mouth fights each syllable, trying to keep you from speaking. “I don’t like…. This….”

for a moment, Rohan’s brow arches, and he tears the portrait from the pad, tossing it into a stack of at least a hundred more that were similar. all of you. fucked. ruined. “Oh?” he inquires, half taunting, “you’re unhappy?”

yes. god, yes. please, let your lips work with you. “Y—yes…” you wished you could use your hands to push up off the floor, but they don’t want to obey as easily as your mouth, one slipping forward to plug your desperate opening with two fingers, and you whimper. “I want…” to go home! for you to let me go! help! all of these were options that you tried to force to the edge of your tiers, but none found themselves upon them, and instead, your fingers pumped into you, curling at the knuckle, and your mouth betrayed your mind, “I want you to fuck me, Rohan. Again, and again, and again. I want to lose my mind on your cock…”

no! no, no, no!

at the very least, please let me keep my mind!

“Take everything from me. I want to belong completely… to you.”

[mint-yooxgi]

{12} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Wooyoung & Yeosang, slight Jongho & Mingi)

Words: 13,562

Warnings: Sexual tension, a whole lot of it. Mentions of violence, some insecurities. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: The song that Yeosang plays for the OC is from The Two Towers, and is the first 1:30 or so from The King of the Golden Hall. It’s the main Rohan melody found throughout the series. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the chapter, you should all know what and whom to expect for the next chapter *wink wonk* by the time you’re finished reading this. Hehehe, let me know your thoughts! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Mini Masterlist

The remainder of that same day is spent resting and catching up on sleep. That headache didn’t want to seem to break until late that same night, and once it did, the tremendous amount of relief you felt was insane. 

The guys all noticed, of course, immediately offering to take your pain away and heal your headache. Only, you refused, saying you probably just needed some sleep. You had too many things on your mind to think about, so you figure that that’s probably what all the stress had been from, anyways. Plus, you have the added fact about Miyeon and the danger she poses.

Now, you aren’t dumb. You figured that they would have many, many exes and past relationships given who, and what they are. If they didn’t have at least ten significant others in all of their long years of living, you would be extremely curious as to why not. Still, you never expected their latest ex to hate your guts, more than likely wanting to kill you in the most brutal ways she knows how.

What a sad life that must be, to not be able to move on after twenty long years, and recognize one’s own faults. Clearly, Miyeon is incapable of self-reflection, but then again, she’s probably incapable of realizing a lot a things about herself if that’s always been the way she’s treated them. She is nothing but a narcissist, seeking that validation through manipulation, and believing that she can do no wrong.

When the next day comes, you still find it difficult to get out of bed, except to do the basic things like eat and bathe yourself. All you want to do is rest, your mind exhausted from all of this new information presented to you in the past week alone.

The guys are good about it. Giving you your space when you need it, but still making sure to check in on you every now and then. You’re still a little colder to Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Jongho, though. A fact which the three know they all deserve, but still makes their hearts pang in their chests when it happens.

At least you never went back to ignoring them.

San, on the other hand, is constantly kissing up to you now. Every day, he’s making you your favourite meals, and showering you in praises and apologies. Granted, he didn’t surprise you as much as Jongho did when he originally voted ‘no’, but he did sound a bit hesitant to you when he said it, and he’s shown the greatest amount of remorse since the incident. The quickest, too. At least, in your opinion.

You’ve noticed a change within you, as well. The other four, certainly, you’ve grown closer to, but there’s a deeper understanding between you all now - a deeper trust. You even go so far as to begin smiling when you see one of them pop their head into your room, your eyes lighting up as they ask you how you’re feeling. Though, none have experienced quite the change as Yunho and Yeosang have.

If someone had told Yunho that you would be suddenly brushing up against his mind more often, let alone speaking to him through your connection over the next three days at the very start of your relationship - if you could have even called it that - he would have laughed in their face. Even now, on the fifth day after the mall incident, as you link your mind to his once more to show him an art meme you found that he might like, he cannot help but swoon. Finally, you’re opening up to him, just as he has always been ready and willing to open up to you.

He just wishes you’d come to see his art room, but he supposes that that’s all in due time. After all, good things come to those who wait.

Yeosang, on the other hand, is still one of the first ones to get you anything and everything you might need. He’s almost memorized your patterns, recognizing the familiar twitching of your lips when you’re starting to crave your favourite flavour of ice cream in the middle of the night, or even the slight trembling in your hands when you’re aching for another’s embrace.

One thing that they can both agree on, though, is how much more affectionate you are towards them. Even Mingi and Wooyoung have experienced the change, though you still keep a little bit of a closer eye on Wooyoung than the others. It saddens him, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re opening yourself up to him in the same ways the others have already gotten the privilege to experience.

At least he’s not like Hongjoong, Seonghwa, or Jongho for the moment.

Poor Jongho. The one male you had seemed to be the closest to is suddenly the least of your concern now. You used to spend hours with him in the library, either simply just sitting in one another’s company, or discussing some book one or the both of you have read with each other. Now, it’s like all of that progress means nothing, and he knows he only has himself to blame. He just wishes you would talk to him again, instead of giving him short, one word answers, or brushing off his inquires entirely whenever he sees you.

Luckily, with each day that passes, the three of them have slowly been making their way back into your good graces. By the time a week has passed after the mall incident, it’s almost back to what it was like before the argument, just not as intimate. At least you’ve told them that you’ve forgiven them at this point, sternly reminding them about what would happen if a situation like this should arise again.

Both San and Jongho cried at your vindication, and even Hongjoong got a little teary-eyed. Though, none felt their hearts swell with joy as much as the eldest did.

As soon as those words had left your lips, Seonghwa had fallen to his knees, soft cries of gratitude falling like mantras from his lips. It was then that he asked if he could embrace you. A first for the eldest and what you have so often experienced with him.

The moment the confirmation had escaped your lips, his arms were around you. One hand immediately came up to cradle the back of your head as he tucked your face into the side of his neck, while the other wrapped securely around your waist. You felt the tears he had so desperately been holding back finally fall. The tiny droplets began to hit your shoulder once more as he whispered his thanks into your ear, promising you that he would never let you down again.

You had returned the embrace then, softly carding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck while cooing comforting sentiments into his ear. Along with a joking, ‘you better not’, of course.

They had all chuckled at that, watching as you pulled away to stare deeply into Seonghwa’s eyes. An understanding had passed between you then, and you smiled. You actually smiled at him for the first time in what felt like ages.

All too soon, you were puling away, only to be asked by each of the other three if they could also embrace you.

You agreed, which could not have made any of them happier at that moment in time.

Currently, after a week and a day since the mall incident, you find yourself making your way towards the library, a bag held firmly in your hand. In all of the commotion and fallout of the past week, you have yet to open any of your new albums, or shelf your new books. Which is exactly what you’re going to do now.

Stepping into the library, you make your way over to your specific section, as you so lovingly call it, and place the bag onto the antique coffee table before you. 

Excitement thrums through your veins at the prospect of reorganizing your shelves after opening your new albums. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to do so, and you’ve found that it’s always been able to help calm you down; a relaxing way to take your mind off of things for an hour or more, depending on how many new items you have, and how quickly you work. You’re just glad that there’s ample shelf space for all of your things, you were starting to run out back in your old apartment.

Turning to the bag you’ve just placed on top of the table, you start to remove all of the items, spacing them out in neat little piles on top of the desk after sitting on the edge of the couch.

You don’t even hear the door nearest to you opening until you hear a fond chuckle from across the room. Looking up with wide eyes, you see Wooyoung leaning against the side of the frame.

“Want some company?” A small grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as his arms are crossed over his chest, mirroring the exact same position he was in when he asked you such a question for the very first time in the game room.

You cannot help but think back to that moment, a slight upturning of your lips as you do so. He looks much less nervous now than he did then.

“Sure.” You respond. “Though, I don’t know how entertaining this’ll be for you.”

Looks like you might have to tone down your reactions for certain albums when you open them, especially if you pull your bias. The last thing you want is another jealous demon to deal with for the moment. You giggle to yourself.

“Penny for your thoughts, Beautiful?” He quirks a brow as he walks over to you, sitting right next to you on the couch so that your knees are almost brushing.

The best part? You don’t move away.

So, you decide to tease him, a knowing grin tugging at your lips. “I’m just surprised you’re willingly ready to be made jealous.”

“I would never,” his jaw drops, hand coming up to cover his heart as if he’s personally been scandalized. Then, he’s nudging your knee with his own, soft smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t feel like you have to tone down your excitement for me.”

You shoot him an incredulous look, brow quirked and all.

“I want to know more about you.” The way he repeats the same words you said to him merely a week ago with such earnest reflected in his voice has your heart warming in your chest.

“Alright,” you meet his gaze, a softness shining there that he’s only ever dreamed of being on the receiving end before that makes his heart jump into his throat. In a good way, of course. Then, you’re shooting him a playful look, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Seeing you happy makes me happy, Gorgeous,” he replies, smiling wide as his eyes fall shut.

You smile back softly, “I appreciate that, Woo.”

Oh, if only you knew how that one simple little word makes his heart thunder in his chest. His head spins at the fact that you’ve just referred to him by one of his own nicknames, the ghost of your lips tingling against his cheek once more.

A shudder nearly runs down his spine. Now, if only he could have you moaning as such beneath him… Yet, he knows: all in due time.

“So,” he begins, shifting closer so that his thigh is now pressed right up against your own, “how do you usually go about this kind of thing?”

“Well, I don’t really have a particular order in terms of opening certain groups first,” you admit, reaching for one of the albums in front of you. “But, I do usually save the albums I’m most anticipating opening until last.”

Wooyoung nods, eyes eagerly watching as your hands unwrap the plastic from the colourful package held in your grip.

There was more than one reason Wooyoung wanted to join you today. Yes, he wanted to spend time with you, and he’s so glad that none of his brothers have decided to interrupt so far. However, he also wants to get more of an idea of how you think. What so many people do not realize, is that every action they make, every word they say, slowly gives away everything about them. All of their fantasies - all of their desires - are laid bare in the subtleties that make up who they are, and how they want to be treated.

He isn’t the master of seduction for nothing.

Every single action you make, every ministration against the packaging, he observes. Even the words you have just uttered ring through his ears as he does so. 

You must like to be built up, then. Teasing yourself until you’re finally able to find relief in what you crave most. A relief that Wooyoung is always more than ready and willing to give to you, in any and every way he knows how.

He’s so caught up in his own thoughts, and staring at the delicate way your hands open each album, that he hardly registers that you’ve asked him a question.

“Sorry, Beautiful,” he grins sheepishly, “what was that?”

“I said,” you simply shoot him a playful side-eyed look, a chuckle falling from your lips in the next second, “any luck with finding Miyeon yet?”

“Not yet.” Wooyoung exhales a small sigh through his nose, lips tugging downwards in the corners. “We’re still trying to track her down, but she keeps moving from one place to the next before we can get to her.”

You nod your head in understanding. “I’m sure you’ll find her soon. I have faith in you.” You turn your head to meet his gaze, a soft smile causing your lips to quirk upwards reassuringly. “All of you.”

“Thank you, Beautiful.” Wooyoung cannot contain the pleased hum that builds in his throat. “That means a lot to me.”

Before he can stop himself, or lose the nerve for that matter, Wooyoung places a gentle hand onto your knee, giving it a light squeeze. Of course, he lets his touch linger, especially as he watches you place your own hand on top of his, giving him a soft squeeze back.

Oh, so badly does he want to let out a roar in happiness. You’re touching him. You’re actually touching him! And you’re not pulling away, or tensing beneath his grip. A fact of which only makes him more ecstatic for the moment, the pleasant thrum of his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

In the next moment, he’s shifting his gaze to the three opened albums you have stacked in a pile on the table, keeping his hand resting upon your knee all the while.

“Pull anything good so far?” Genuine curiosity is held in his voice as he asks this.

“So far, so good, but nothing monumental.” You smile back. “These three are only groups I listen to casually, anyways. Now, these on the other hand…” you trail off, motioning to the last five albums you have yet to open, “will be a different story.”

“Which one are you looking forward to most?” He looks over the five items spaced out before you on the table.

There seems to be three groups left, for there are two piles of two albums stacked together, while a singular album lays in between them. You reach for that one first.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” you shoot him a wink, and you feel him physically shiver with his leg still pressed firmly up against your own.

So, you like to tease, do you? Though, that fact isn’t all that surprising to him any more. He’s known that since the very beginning. It’s just different when you tease him now, for you’re no longer doing it unknowingly. At least, most of the time. Plus, there’s a greater significance to it now than there was when you were just doing it before just for fun. The fact that you want to tease him, to rile him up and make him go even crazier for you drives him insane. Always, in a good way.

Fuck, he can’t wait for the day when he can properly tease you back. In any and all the different ways he knows how. 

Though, that’s not including the times he teases you now. No. Wooyoung wants to be able to build you up, to have you aching for his touch in the best ways until you finally give in to him. He wants you to embrace every primal desire you’ve ever had, and experience a type of pleasure only he can provide for you. After all, he’d do anything for you, including letting you use him in any and every way you so desire. As long as it’s him you’re using, you could do whatever you want, and he would not complain.

“My word, she’s so beautiful,” your breathless voice draws him out of his much too vivid thoughts of laying you down on this couch and kissing you until you’re breathless and clinging on to him desperately, begging him for more.

Wooyoung blinks, eyes focussing on the album you seem to be flipping through at the moment. He takes the opportunity to lean further into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he gazes down at the pictures printed on the pages you keep looking at.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” You sigh wistfully, turning another page and admiring the photos there.

“Sure, she’s pretty,” Wooyoung shrugs, nonchalantly agreeing with your statement. Then, in the next second, he’s turning his head to stare intently at you, his eyes shining as his chin rests on your shoulder, “but I’ve seen prettier.”

“Psh, sure,” you chuckle, a playful roll of your eyes as you flip over another page. “Who could be prettier than Kang Seulgi?”

Wooyoung hums, his lips tugging upwards gently. “I’m looking at her right now.”

You wish you could deny the way that your heart positively flutters at his words, a heat rising to your cheeks fairly quickly in the next moment. From the way you can practically feel his cheeky smile boring a hole into the side of your face at the reaction you give him, you just know he’s heard your response loud and clear.

“I meant it in a gay way,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed for the moment.

“Oh?” Wooyoung quirks a brow, shifting his body so that he practically drapes himself over you, wrapping his arms around your torso and leaning further into you in the next second. His voice is a low drawl right by your ear as his breath tickles the skin of your neck. “Should I start getting jealous, then?”

At the way he can feel you shiver in his arms, a smug smirk is stretching across his features.

“Depends.” You hum, deciding to play along with him for now.

“On?” The grin that pulls onto his lips is nothing short of devious, loving the way you still have yet to pull away from his embrace.

“If you believe there’s really anything to get jealous over.” You shrug, managing to push him slightly off of you for the moment as you close the album and place it to the side.

You can feel the growl reverberate in his chest as you say this, the pleased sound caressing your ears softly. You chuckle, reaching for the next two albums by the same group.

Little do you know of how significant those words are to Wooyoung. If what he’s interpreting them to be is correct, you’re implying that you would still choose him over this female idol any day. Despite the attraction you may feel towards her, the attraction you feel towards him is stronger, so he has nothing to worry about. Besides, you two share a deeper connection. You always will.

The sound of your voice draws him back to the reality before him.

“Two bitches, two bitches, one Porsche,” you mutter, almost subconsciously to yourself as you unwrap the one album.

Wooyoung snorts, “please tell me that’s not actually how the song goes.”

“The demo did,” you laugh, right along with him. “No, they changed it to ‘Two Baddies’, which, in my opinion, doesn’t make it any better.”

“Is the song any good?” He asks innocently.

“Subjective.” You tilt your head, tossing the wrappings into the bag with the others as you place the album on the table in front of you, flipping to where all the inclusions are. “My bias wrecker looks great this comeback, though- holy fuck!”

The gasp that escapes your mouth as you flip the first photocard around is nothing short of shocked. The way he can see your eyes widen, lips parting in awe has a pout tugging at his features. However, it’s the way he can hear you hum in content, nodding your head in the next moment that has the growl of discontent finally escaping him.

“Who is that?” His eyes narrow at the one photocard in your hand, nearly flashing black as he sees the second photocard displaying the same exact male on it.

“Mmmh,” it’s like you don’t even recognize Wooyoung is even there anymore as your hooded eyes stare at the two cards held in your hands, “Yuta. What a fine ass man.”

Wooyoung’s lips pull back against his teeth in a snarl as he releases you from his hold. The worst part is, you don’t even seem to be registering you’re saying these things. The response is so natural from you, almost as if it’s been ingrained in your mind since the very beginning, that Wooyoung hates every second of it. Why can’t you react like that for him? Why can’t he be the one who has you practically drooling at the mere thought of him?

“What’s so special about him, anyways?” He grumbles, crossing his arms against his chest as he slouches in his spot.

“So, it’s only the males I find attractive that you’ll get jealous over?” You quirk a teasing brow as you place the cards back into the album. “Double standard, much.”

“I’ll get jealous over anybody you find attractive that’s not me,” he tells you, a slight rumble to his voice as he watches you flip through the rest of the inclusions with a soft smile on your face.

“Even your brothers?” You quirk a brow knowingly as you close the album, placing it onto the pile with the others in the next second.

He grins, “especially my brothers.”

“It’s a shame, then,” you hum, a teasing lilt to your voice. “You won’t have a reason to be jealous much longer.”

“Oh?” His heart begins racing in his chest, excitement beginning to pour through his veins as he leans closer into you, eyes briefly glancing down to your lips. “Why is that, Beautiful?”

“Because, Woo,” the way you drawl out his name sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, “I find you extremely attractive, so you have no reason to be jealous over someone who doesn’t even know I exist.”

The growl of pleasure that wants to escape him gets caught in his throat, doing whatever he can to stifle his immense satisfaction for the moment. He can tell you have more to say, and like hell is he going to stop you, especially right now.

“You should know, though, that yes, I can still find people attractive, but looks aren’t what matter the most to me.” You shake your head. “In fact, I don’t really care about how someone looks. It’s their attitude and personality that really attracts me to someone in the end. And Sunshine?” You meet his gaze and his breath hitches in his throat at what he sees swirling behind your eyes. “You’re stunning.”

This time, he doesn’t even try to muffle his pleased snarl, eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as his hands find purchase on your waist, instantly pulling you on top of his lap so that your legs rest on either side of him. His grip is desperate, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he pulls you in closer, staring deeply into your gaze before his own is flicking to your lips once more.

Only, the way your breath hitches in your throat, your whole body tensing as you do so has him freezing in his spot. He can feel how hesitant your touch is as your hands steady yourself on his shoulders, purposely holding yourself away from him as far as you can for the moment.

A soft breath escapes him, immediately releasing his grip on your thighs in the next moment. His eyes droop, averting his gaze as he squeezes his hands into fists beside him on the couch to prevent himself from shaking until the need to touch you, the need to pull you closer into him until there’s no space between your bodies left, dissipates.

“Sorry, Gorgeous,” he swallows thickly, clearing his throat in the next second. “I got a little too carried away.”

Seonghwa is right. You really do make it so difficult to control themselves around you, in any and every way possible. Looks like he owes the eldest an apology.

You move off of him carefully, sitting back onto the couch beside him with just a tad more space between the two of you than before. A fact which makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

Fuck. Why can’t he seem to do anything right? Three steps forwards, one step back.

“It’s okay,” that all too familiar heat rises to your face once more as you reach for another album, attempting to control the trembling of your own hands. “I’m just-“ you let out a soft sigh, “I’m just not used to it.”

Wooyoung blinks, completely caught off guard by your admission. “Surely, you’ve been desired before.”

It’s not a question, but a statement that falls from his lips.

You shoot him a side-eyed glance, hands momentarily pausing in unwrapping the plastic from the album you’re currently holding. Then, you’re letting out a small sigh through your nose, a slight shake to your head. “Not in the way you all want me.”

For a brief moment, that conversation with Seonghwa all those weeks ago flashes through your mind.

“You lie,” there’s no malice in his voice when he says this, only pure and honest disbelief. “Impossible.”

When you remain silent, he shifts closer to you. Though, he’s cautious, not wanting to scare you away again.

“Have you-“ his voice is gentle, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat. “Have you ever-“

“If you’re asking about whether or not I’ve had sex before, the answer is yes.” You reply, keeping your gaze locked on the album in your hands as you cling to it for dear life. “Now, whether it’s been satisfactory or not… well, that’s a different story.”

“What imbecile didn’t take the time to learn how to please you properly?” He nearly scoffs.

“You’d be surprised,” you huff, flipping open your album quite pointedly as if you’re recalling the memory right now.

He nearly growls in response until an idea pops into his mind.

“Well, you know what they say,” he hums, a smug look taking over his features as he leans into you, breath once more tickling the shell of your ear as his voice drops, “it takes a true King to know how to please his Goddess.”

The way his words have your breath hitching in your throat has another content rumble building in his chest, eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness. The way he can practically smell your scent spiking in arousal has his eyelids practically fluttering shut, the ghost of a moan on his lips.

What Wooyoung wouldn’t give to completely ravish you right now. To pull you into his arms and beg you to let him please you in any and every way he knows how. A single touch isn’t enough. A small taste won’t be able to sate him. He wants it all, - your everything - and he wants it bad.

“Tell me, Gorgeous,” he shifts his head ever so sightly, his nose brushing along the column of your neck and causing a shiver to run down your spine. “When was the last time someone had you trembling from their touch? When was the last time someone worshipped you like you’ve always deserved?”

Your heart skips a beat, voice catching in your throat as your lips part in response.

“Tell me,” he hums, placing a tender kiss right over your racing pulse beneath the skin of your neck, and absolutely revelling in the way a shuddering gasp leaves your lips. “Has no one ever taken the time to drown you in ecstasy, focussing solely on your own pleasure, and the intimacy it brings from knowing that they are the only one to touch you like this? To please you in any and every way they know how, making you come over, and over, and over again for them and them alone?”

“Wooyoung,” your voice is breathless, an airy whimper of his name that he’s long since desperately craved to hear fall from your lips. Hearing it now sends a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching excitedly beneath his slacks.

“Because I would do it all in a heartbeat,” his voice is but a low growl on his lips, shifting once more so that he can nip at the skin of your ear, “and I would never expect anything in return.”

Your eyelids flutter closed, your breathing coming in shallow breaths as you attempt to control yourself for the time being. No one has ever said anything remotely like this to you before, and meant it so sincerely. A fact which just makes heat flood straight to your core, liquid fire burning in your veins. The fact that you believe him only adds to the amount of anticipation growing within you at this very moment.

Much to your disappointment, or perhaps relief, he’s pulling away from you while another pleased rumble escapes his chest.

“How about we save that for later, though,” he trails his fingers down your spine, caressing you tenderly as shivers follow in his wake. “Why don’t we start with you telling me about everything that you like? I cannot please you to the best of my abilities if you do not tell me how.”

Though, even without you saying anything, he can already tell the type of effect his words have had on you. You must absolutely adore when your lover is vocal, then. In every way possible, too - dirty talk, moans, groans, growls. Wooyoung is willing to bet you love praise, too, and heartfelt confessions during the moment, especially if your reactions now are anything to go by.

Still, anything and everything there is to know about you, he wants to find out. What better way, too, than to ask?

A moment later and you’re inhaling a shaky breath as your eyelids flutter opened once more. You take a few calming breaths to steady yourself, noticing how he continues to trail his fingers along the back of your spine comfortingly, the touch both soothing and sensual at the same time.

“No one’s-“ you swallow the dryness in your throat, “no one’s ever asked me that before.” 

The admission feels like a condemnation as you clasp your hands in front of yourself while leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees. An image he recognizes from last week as he watches you curl in on yourself in embarrassment.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever cared enough to ask,” you say, your thumbs nervously rubbing over one another.

Immediately, his entire demeanour is shifting and the tension around the both of you lessons. Concern is on his features as his one hand stills on your back, the other reaching over to gently cup you chin using the tips of his fingers, guiding your gaze to meet his. The sincerity and love that you can see shining there has your breath hitching in your throat once more.

“I do.” His voice is firm as he stares deeply into your eyes. “I care. More than you’ll ever know.”

You smile faintly, heart racing in your chest at his words as you feel your entire body relax in his hold. Your eyes briefly glance down to his lips before a small, albeit hesitant, smirk is pulling at your own. “I didn’t think I’d need to explain the female gaze to you."

“The only female’s gaze who is important to me right now is your own, Beautiful.” He breathes out, his skin singing beneath his fingertips where his touches your own. “I want to know everything about you. I want to know what makes that pretty little mind of yours tick. I want to know your greatest desires, and I want to be the one to be able to fulfill them all.” 

He swallows, licking his lips in the next moment as his voice drops, his eyes hooding over as his grip tightens against your back. “I want to know every single little thing that drives you crazy, and then I want to drown you in the deepest of pleasures so that you can feel my love, my passion for you in everything that I do. Every touch, every whisper is for you, and you alone. Please, never forget that.”

“Wooyoung,” again, the way you whisper his name, so tenderly as your one hand comes up to cup his cheek, has his eyes fluttering shut, a shaky breath escaping him as he leans into your touch. “I believe you.”

His heart is pounding in his chest, and he’s sure that you can feel it pulsing beneath your fingertips as he watches you begin to lean in. His eyes glance to your lips once more just as he knows yours do the same to his, his tongue darting out to wet them in the next second.

This is everything he’s ever wanted, and so much more. The only thing that would make this moment sweeter is hearing you say how badly you want to kiss him, just as he does to you right now.

Only, before the question of permission can escape his lips, a harsh clearing of somebody’s throat draws both of your attention to the side.

You practically fling yourself away from Wooyoung, and to the opposite end of the couch as you both turn to see Jongho standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“No fucking in the library.” His voice is low, accusatory as he glares at his brother across from him.

“I wasn’t-“ you splutter, eyes wide in shock, “we weren’t-“

“Aw, come on, Jongie,” Wooyoung whines teasingly, “you ruin all the fun.”

Internally, though, Wooyoung is more than irritated with the younger male right now. He was this close to finally kissing you after simply dreaming about it for so long, and then Jongho had to go and ruin it for him. Ugh, Wooyoung could just scream.

From the pointed glare the younger sends him, too, a smug upturn of his lips as he takes a seat in the empty armchair across form the two of you, Wooyoung knows that Jongho’s doing this on purpose.

You little fucking shit. Wooyoung glares at him from across the way.

It’s not my fault you’re sitting in the place that I frequent the most. Jongho retorts, flipping open the book held in his hands quite exaggeratedly in the next second and pulling out his bookmark before beginning to read.

Wooyoung is so caught up in cussing his brother out mentally that he doesn’t even register that you’ve managed to recover much quicker than he has. In the next moment, an excited ‘oh’ is escaping you as you finally pull the photocards out of the other album you had unwrapped a little while ago.

Immediately, Jongho is glancing at you from over his book with a fond look in his eyes. “Who’d you get?”

“Jaehyun.” You smile to yourself, placing the inclusions all back into the album before reaching for the final two on the table.

Little do you notice the way both males seem to stiffen as soon as the admission is out of your mouth.

You mean that same bastard that broke her heart? Wooyoung nearly growls audibly.

At least we know which one he is now. Jongho adds.

“Who’s Jaehyun?” Before he can stop himself, the words are out of Wooyoung’s lips.

“Isn’t that just the million dollar question right there?” You sigh, shaking your head. “He’s just an idol I enjoy.”

“Enjoy how?” Jongho quirks his brow at you, doing his best to hide the snarl that pulls at his lips behind his raised book.

“In the same ways I enjoy the other idols I like, you weirdo,” you shoot him a suspicious look. “What are you expecting me to say? That I saw him every weekend for funsies until he broke my heart, and now I’m stuck in a sad bit of unrequited love pining after an idol I can never have?”

The snarls both men release are probably the most feral you have ever heard from them.

“Woah, okay,” you raise your hands, a semi-amused chuckle falling from your lips. “Reminded me not to joke about the idols I like around you guys anymore.” Then, more to yourself, “and here I thought the reaction to Kai and Taemin was bad.”

Wooyoung’s eyes flash at the mention of those two dancers, but specifically Taemin. There you go again, probably thinking about him when Wooyoung is right there, ready and willing to dance for you at a moment’s notice. Not to mention how he literally just admitted to being open to pleasing you whenever and wherever you wanted him to.

“We’re just…” Jongho searches for the right word, “concerned, given the fact that you told Yeosang and I that he broke your heart without a care.”

“Wait,” you blink at him, brow furrowing in the next second, “you thought I was serious about that? Did you also believe me when I said Samantha pushed me off the swings when we were five, and I scraped my knee?”

Jongho shoots you a bit of an irritated look.

“Darling, I wasn’t being serious.” You chuckle, and the use of the pet name has him instantly relaxing in his seat, unlike a certain demon beside you who only pouts at the fact that your attention is no longer on him for the moment.

“We just worry about you, Angel.” Wooyoung replies, a gentle tone to his voice as he looks towards you. “Knowing that you’ve been hurt before drives us insane because we haven’t been there to protect you.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Woo. I really do,” you shoot him a tender smile as you reach for the second last album you have yet to open. “But, you all won’t be able to protect me from everything. No matter how badly you may want to.”

“We can try.” Jongho mutters, flipping the page of his book rather pointedly.

You let out an amused huff, shaking your head in the next moment as a silence settles over the three of you. It’s neither tense, nor awkward as you finish opening the final two albums on the table, a smile painting your features as you manage to pull a few of your biases for Stray Kids, sending a quick pic to your friend as you’ve also pulled one of hers.

Immediately, she’s texting you back, saying she’ll trade you her Lee Know for the Bang Chan you’ve pulled. Of course, you immediately agree, a smile tugging at your lips as she sends you a meme imitating how you usually react to seeing Minho in general.

“Thighs, huh?” Wooyoung’s voice is teasing, the same lilt to his tone as there was when he inquired about a certain knife kink you may or may not have.

At this, Jongho shoots a quick look towards his brother from overtop of his book, sliding slightly downwards in his seat to extend his own legs outwards, emphasizing the thickness of his thighs as he spreads them slightly apart. He nearly smirks when Wooyoung sends him a mental image of that brief flash of your phone screen with a meme of a gold star with ‘goddamn, your thighs are just *positive grunting*’ printed on it beneath a message of your friend saying ‘you when you see Minho’s thighs’.

“Female gaze, remember?” You decide to tease back, a quirk to your brow as you quickly lock your phone before standing back to your feet. Not before sparing a quick glance at the way Jongho is now sitting, of course. In the next second, you’re turning to your shelves. “Now, the fun part!”

The next hour or so is spent integrating your new books and albums onto your shelves, fitting them in nicely where there’s space and moving some things around to categorize them how you like. The two males still keep you company, chatting with you idly to pass the time.

Wooyoung did offer to help at first, but you brushed him off, saying you were okay for now. You admitted you don’t really like other people touching your albums when you shift, because that way if you drop them, or damage them in any way, you have no one but yourself to blame. That is, until near the end of everything, when they hear you swear under your breath.

“Shit,” you sigh, looking back at the coffee table where the last few albums rest as you purposely hold the space open on the shelf for them. You turn to look at the two men already staring at you. “Can one of you-“ you immediately stop, recalling the way your sweater was torn in two by two other eager demons ready and willing to lend a helping hand. “Sunshine, can you please hand me those albums on the table?”

“Of course I can, Gorgeous!” Immediately, he’s hopping up from his spot, a large smile on his face as he reaches for the albums.

“Remember,” your smile is nothing short of threatening, “if you damage them in any way, I will damage you.”

Wooyoung falters for only a moment as he picks up the albums from the table. Then, a sultry grin is pulling at his lips at he walks over to you. 

“Promise?” His voice is full of hope, his eyebrows raising at you expectantly.

“Wooyoung!” You gasp, clearly scandalized as your mouth parts in shock, hitting his arm lightly with your free hand as he comes to stand beside you. “I’m starting to think you’re a masochist.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jongho snorts from his seat, turning another page of his book as his brother shoots him a pointed look from over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen in understanding, a chuckle falling from your lips as you take the albums from Wooyoung’s hand to place them on the shelf before you. A moment later, you take a step back, admiring your work.

“Looks wonderful, Darling,” Jongho appears on your opposite side, hand finding purchase on your lower back as he looks over your shelves with you.

The best part is, you don’t move away, or brush off his touch like the last few times he had attempted to initiate contact with you.

You smile faintly, admiring the detailing of the library once more. Your heart swells in your chest as those all too familiar emotions of awe and gratitude flood your veins, eyes shining as they roam over the shelves of your collection.

“Oh, perfect timing,” you hear a voice from the doorway to your left. “Looks like you’ve just finished.”

Turning your head, you see both Mingi and Yeosang standing there with grins on their faces.

“I did,” you confirm, stepping back towards the table to grab the bag with all your garbage in it to clean it up, only to see it already gone.

“Great!” Mingi grins, sharing a look between his two other brothers standing just off to your right. “Yeosang and I have something to show you.”

“You do?” You blink in mild shock. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise, My Dear,” Yeosang smiles at you, extending his hand out to you in invitation.

Instantly, you close the distance between the both of you, placing your hand in his. Yeosang wastes no time in interlocking your fingers together, leading you out of the library in the next second with the others following close behind.

Slowly, he leads you through the hallways and back to your own room. Only, you don’t recall closing your door when you left. Which is when you realize that the surprise must be inside, especially given the way Mingi giddily smiles at you when you spare him a glance over your shoulder.

You pause just outside the threshold, anticipation and excitement shining in both Yeosang’s and Mingi’s eyes as they watch you carefully. Both Jongho and Wooyoung stand just behind, also eager to see your reaction to their brother’s gifts. After all, your happiness brings them no greater sense of joy, or pride, especially when they are the cause of it.

“Go on, Starlight,” Mingi encourages softly with a nod of his head. “We’re right here.”

Carefully, you extend your free hand out to turn the handle, entering your room shortly after that. As soon as you cross the threshold, a gasp is escaping your lips.

“No fucking way,” your jaw drops, along with your hold on Yeosang’s hand as you see the giant Snorlax beanbag chair sitting off to the side, a black fuzzy lump curled up right in the centre of it.

The first step you take closer to the cushion is synonymous with the little furry lump’s raise of it’s head, and you cannot help but let your jaw drop. In the next second, an excited squeal is escaping your lips as you cover your mouth with both hands.

“Is that-“ you turn to look at both Mingi and Yeosang, eyes shining in awe. “Is that Kuroo?”

Mingi nods, eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiles widely at you.

At the soft mewl you hear, you turn your head just in time to see the little black kitten with the golden eyes jump off of the giant Snorlax and trot over to you. Happily, he rubs against your leg, beginning to purr quite loudly as you pick him up and hold him in your arms.

“Oh, yes, hello there,” you chuckle as Kuroo rubs his face all along your jaw and neck, purring all the while. “I’m happy to see you, too, Tetsurou.”

At the lick he gives your cheek, you giggle, and it’s one of the most melodic sounds the four men have had the pleasure of hearing, soft smiles adorning their faces as they take in the sight before them. What makes it even better is that in the next moment, you’re turning back around to face them, that look of wonder and awe directed directly at them.

“Which one of you-“ you briefly glance between Mingi and Yeosang.

“I did,” Mingi smiles once more, feeling his heart race as the bright expression is mirrored on your own face, directed straight at him. The fact that he feels you tenderly reach out with your mind to his own in this moment only makes it all the more sweeter.

“And the Snorlax?” You turn to look towards the shorter male standing right beside his brother knowingly.

“Was me, Dearest,” Yeosang nods in confirmation, a loving smile tugging at his features as you send one back. A fact which has Yeosang’s heart racing erratically in his chest.

You walk up to them, a warmth blooming in your chest as you take the time to meet each of their gazes.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, holding Kuroo securely in your one arm as you reach out to place a kiss onto Mingi’s cheek before turning to Yeosang and placing a lingering kiss onto his forehead. “The both of you.”

Mingi’s ears turn bright red, a giddy chuckle escaping him as he brings his one hand up to cover the cheek you’ve just graced with your lips. His fingers press lightly into his tingling skin, heart swelling with love for you and only you. He smiles wide, eyes crinkling naturally in response.

“Of course, Starlight,” his voice is barely above a whisper as he responds to you.

“We’re just glad you like the surprises we got for you,” Yeosang replies with a smile of his own, cheeks warming as he clasps his hands in front of himself almost bashfully. 

He can feel his forehead tingling from where you’ve kissed him, and he couldn’t help but to notice how he’s the only one to have ever been graced such an intimacy with you. Sure, three of his other brothers have all received kisses on the cheek from you, but he’s the only one who has had your lips grace his forehead. Besides, if Yeosang didn’t know any better, he would swear that your lips lingered against his skin a little longer than the rest, too.

“I love them,” you reply earnestly, scratching happily at Kuroo’s chin as he continues to purr loudly in your arms. “Now, could one of you hold him? There’s an urgent matter I need to attend to.”

“Of course, Dearest,” Yeosang is already moving to take Kuroo from you without a second thought.

“Thank you,” you grin while handing the kitten over to Yeosang. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

All of the boys share a brief, curious glance with one another as they watch you walk right up to the Snorlax bean bag chair before flopping face first into it with your arms spread wide.

You let out a blissful sigh. “Yeah, this is the life.”

None of them can help the fond chuckles that escape them, projecting this happy memory immediately to the others who are more than willing to share in your joy, even if they’re not in the room. The way your legs seem to be kicking slightly in earnest behind you has warmth flooding their veins, jaws twinging from smiling so widely.

“I think I’m going to have a nap,” you call from over your shoulder, snuggling deeper into the plush comfort of the Snorlax beneath you. “This is way too comfortable to be legal.”

“We’re glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dearest,” you hear Yeosang reply from behind you.

“We’ll let you rest, then,” Jongho says, and you can hear the soft smile in his voice as they begin to exit your room.

Just as Mingi goes to shut your door like you normally do, your voice calling out to him stops him right in his tracks.

“You can leave the door open, Min,” you turn to look at him from over your shoulder and notice the way he freezes with his hand still holding the knob. You smile softly at him. “I don’t mind.”

Mingi nods gently back in acknowledgement, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite understand from this far away. He leaves only a moment later, but not before wishing you sweet dreams, an adoring smile on his features.

Little do you realize the significance of what leaving your door open for them means. The trust alone makes their hearts flutter in their chests, warmth flooding their veins as content rumbles build beneath the surface. 

The opening of your door feels like the opening of your heart. To all of them. A fact of which they could not be more grateful for.

Turning back around, you adjust your position on the large plush beneath you, cradling your head beneath your arms as you let out a blissful sigh. Cuddling deeper into the cushion, you close your eyes, letting the darkness consume your thoughts and mind.

About an hour and a half later, your eyes are fluttering open, sleep still clinging to the corners. You yawn, stretching your limbs outwards like a cat would as you rub your neck. Next time, you should definitely grab a pillow or something for extra support.

Shifting slightly, you feel a small warmth at your side that mewls when you move.

A smile tugs at your features as you turn yourself around, allowing Kuroo to immediately crawl onto your chest and curl up into a little ball there. You fingers gently stroke through his fur, giving him soft, gentle scratches as he begins to purr once more. A few minutes later, and he’s fallen back asleep, perfectly content to lay on your chest.

Being stuck beneath a cat, or any animal like this, is never a bad thing. As your fingers continue to mindlessly pet Kuroo, it allows you time to think. All of the events from the past week and a day flood your mind, and that familiar warmth blossoms in your chest.

Despite the minor setback you had, and the major one with Miyeon, you do trust them. More than that, you appreciate their honesty. For, to you, it not only demonstrates the trust that they have in you, but also their respect.

Taking a deep breath in to steel your nerves, you decide it’s time to extend that same curtesy.

You drop your void.

It’s Yunho that notices first. Is everything alright, Petal?

Everything’s fine, you don’t need to panic. You reassure all of them. Don’t be popping up in my room suddenly, either.

Aw, darn, you hear Wooyoung jokingly complain. There go my plans for the evening.

Did you sleep well, Starlight? It’s Mingi’s voice that echoes through your head next, and you cannot help but smile softly, his concern easing some of the tension you can already feel building within.

I did. You hum. Thank you, Min.

You cannot see him, but you just know he’s smiling at you right now.

There’s, uh, actually something I wanted to share with you all. You begin, somewhat nervously. But I want you all to promise me not to come running. It’s nothing bad, I swear. I just don’t want to be crowded, and I’ve already received the comfort I needed at the time. I just- they can all hear you sigh, I just want you all to understand some things about me that I think you all deserve to know.

Did you kill someone? Perhaps it’s just you, but San sounds just a little too hopeful in his inquiry.

What? No! You immediately respond, and you notice how your shoulders relax from the distraction. 

You smile softly to yourself as Kuroo stretches, curling deeper into your chest.

Whatever it is you would like to tell us, My Love, know that we are all ears. Hongjoong’s gentle tone resounds in your head, and you can feel the way he reaches out to you to caress your mind tenderly.

Thank you, Joongie, you reply, subconsciously leaning into his phantom touch.

Hongjoong nearly drops the dagger he had been sharpening in his hands. This is the first time you’ve ever referred to him with an affectionate name, and he wants to revel in it. His heart thunders, for more than one reason now.

One of you already knows what I’m about to share with you all, you begin and Seonghwa can already sense where this is going, but I need you all to promise me not to come running.

There’s a brief moment where you can practically feel them all agreeing with one another before one of them is speaking to you in your mind.

We promise, My Love. Hongjoong informs you, a lingering feeling tugging at the back of his mind as to what you might be about to share with them.

Okay. Good. You nod to yourself before continuing. You’ve all been honest with me this past week, and I want to extend that same curtesy to you. I am sharing this memory with you all because I trust you, and I feel comfortable enough to do so. It will hopefully shed a little bit of light on why things have been a little rough to start on my end.

You pause, and they all wait anxiously for your thoughts to return. They can feel the nervousness pouring off of you in waves, the uncertainty in your emotions clear as day. This is a big part of yourself you’re sharing with them, after all. The vulnerability alone is astounding, and each male recognizes that, even before you continue.

Whenever you’re ready, Dearest. Yeosang’s soft voice assures you, feeling him also reach out to caress you tenderly with his mind in the next second.

You lean into his touch more than you realize.

Immediately, all eight of them are plunged into your memory, unfamiliar to all, except two.

“Do you want to know why I reacted the way I did when that happened?” You seem to be sitting inside of Seonghwa’s tailor shop, said man sitting across from you with your sweater held firmly in his hands.

That’s when they all realize: this is what transpired between the both of you that day all those weeks ago. You are finally sharing this memory with them, a fact which could not make them happier as Seonghwa’s own words about this not being his memory to share with them rings through their ears.

Intently, they all listen, hearing your words wash over them as you explain your feelings to the eldest in your memories. Each cannot help the way their breaths hitch at hearing that you actually enjoyed Seonghwa’s ministrations that first day all those weeks ago. A fact which still takes the eldest’s breath away hearing it for the nth time in your shared memories.

The echoes of your conversation from earlier begin to flit through Wooyoung’s mind as he listens to you admit to everything in your memory. No wonder you were so tense when he pulled you into his lap today. No wonder you said what you did.

If each of them could, they would go back in time to comfort you right then and there, pulling you softly into their embrace and whispering sweet nothings into your ears. They would tell you that you have nothing to worry about. That they do want you. You, and only you. Yet, from where this is going, they know Seonghwa’s already beat them to it.

Mingi and San both drop the glasses in their hands as they hear you utter words that could not be more untrue in this memory of yours.

“It’s because I’m not- I’m not beautiful.”

Wooyoung falls to his knees in his room, mirrored exactly by how Yeosang collapses into a chair in his own at this admission. Yunho, who had been working on painting a bouquet of your favourite flowers, drops his brush, managing to spill his paint water all over the floor without even realizing. The book Jongho had gone back to reading tumbles to the floor, his whole body frozen in shock as your words reverberate through him. 

The two eldest, who had both been expecting such an admission, are still not prepared for how harshly their hearts squeeze in their chests at hearing you say such an untrue thing once more in your memory.

Unbeknownst to you, tears spring to each male’s eyes, falling freely down their faces as your emotions within the memory wash over them.

The last glimpse they see of the memory is Seonghwa’s look of complete and utter bewilderment before he’s hissing out, “That is the filthiest lie that has ever fallen from your lips and you know it.”

A fact of which they all agree upon.

You end the memory there, choosing not to share with the seven men the words of comfort Seonghwa had given to you at the time. A sort of silence settles over all of you as you let the memory sink in. That is, until you’re breaking it.

Well, now you all know. Your voice is calmer than you feel, inhaling a shaky breath as you hold onto Kuroo’s soft body for support. Do with that what you will.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve closed your mind off to them once more.

San’s reaction is immediate, the sentiment echoed by nearly all of his brothers as he prepares himself for what he’s about to do.

I need to go to her. He’s about to transport to your room despite the promise they all made not to. Until Yeosang is appearing beside him and holding him back. Let me go! She needs me!

We all promised her we wouldn’t disturb her after this. Mingi reminds him mentally, even if he is also having a hard time not running to you immediately and pulling you into his arms, comforting every negative thought in that beautiful head of yours until they are no more.

This is not just difficult for you, San. Seonghwa reminds him.

Says you. Jongho is having a hard time keeping his breathing under control as more tears escape his eyes. You were there. You gave her comfort at the time, didn’t you?

Of course I did! Seonghwa’s response is immediate. Do you think that little of me, brother, that I would let the love of our lives believe such filthy lies about herself?

We never doubted your integrity, Hwa. Yunho wipes at his tears before moving to clean up the spilt water on there ground. Any one of us would have comforted her were we in that situation.

Did anyone else know? Yeosang finally manages to calm San down enough to sit him in a chair, the two clinging to each other practically for dear life as another sob escapes the younger’s throat.

A moment of silence as most of them deny knowing. All, except one.

Captain? It’s Mingi’s soft voice that asks.

I did. Hongjoong admits, staring intently at the dagger held in his hand. I overheard them talking that day, and concealed myself so Hwa wouldn’t know I was there.

When did you get there? Seonghwa asks, a slight frown pulling at his features. Only Hongjoong could sneak up on him like that. No wonder the younger entered the shop at the point he did, acting the way he did.

Shortly after she admitted that she enjoyed what had transpired between the both of you. Hongjoong tells them, twirling the blade slowly in his grip.

And neither of you told us? It’s Jongho who says it, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

It was not our memory to share. Seonghwa repeats his same words from days earlier.

We could have went to her. Wooyoung attempts to reason. We could have done something to lesson those worries in her mind.

I think we already have. Yeosang breathes, stroking a comforting hand through San’s hair as the younger demon finally calms down enough to speak.

She trusted us enough to share such emotions with us. San says, and they can hear the lingering tears still in his voice. She chose to share that memory with us.

All we can do now going forward is make sure that she never thinks - she never believes - such things to be true about herself. Yunho replies, eyes catching on the now dried out flower crown he has hanging on display at the side of his art room.

I’m sure whatever Seonghwa told her was what we all would have said in the moment. Yeosang adds.

It was. Hongjoong confirms. She believed it, too.

How do you know? San questions, genuine curiosity in his inquiry.

We felt it. Seonghwa answers for him. At least, I know I did.

A moment of silence as they all wipe at their lingering tears.

What are we going to do now? Mingi leans against the wall, supporting himself as he runs a hand through his hair.

We’re going to do what we promised her we would, and give her as much time and space she needs until she wants us to go to her, or she comes to one of us. Hongjoong responds. Until that time, just go back to whatever you were doing. Or do whatever you can to pass the time and take your mind off of things for now.

Echoes of agreement sound throughout each other’s minds, each male going off to do their own things to channel their feelings for the moment.

Immediately, Yunho is grabbing a fresh canvas, setting the one with the bouquet of your favourite flowers aside for the moment. If there’s one thing he knows he can do right now, is express himself through his art, and he knows exactly what he’s going to paint. 

Grabbing a pencil to begin outlining the figure, a single tear escapes his eye once more.

Artistry be damned, Yunho is going to paint the most beautiful portrait of his life right now, and he doesn’t care if it takes him weeks to do it. By the time he’s done, he’ll have painted the exact way he sees you. A fact which he hopes will make you never question your unfathomable beauty again.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa loses himself in his shop. He grabs a fresh stencil, outlining a design for a new dress, this one even more extravagant than the rest. A brief thought crosses his mind, but he quickly shakes it away. He doesn’t think you’re ready for that type of gift from him, yet. Though, perhaps he’ll still start a set for you. After all, he only wants you to feel as beautiful as he’s always known you are.

By the time he’s done designing and fashioning you an entire outfit like this, you will finally be able to realize the royalty that you are. By the time he’s finished, he’ll make sure you both look and feel like a Queen.

Jongho, on the other hand, begins browsing through the stacks of poetry in the library. He’s always been better with words on paper than with speaking them, anyways. Besides, he’s more of a listener, and he loves listening to you, but perhaps this time, it’s better if you listen to what he has to say.

Pulling some books off of the shelf, Jongho is quick to grab a highlighter and a pen. Once he’s done, he will have compiled an entire library’s worth of quotes from his favourite poems and poets about how he feels about you, and of beauty, life, and love. He will quote them to you as you read them, repeating every annotation he adds in order for you to understand what you mean to him.

There is no greater part of himself that he can give to you than the pieces of his soul scattered throughout his favourite pieces of literature for you to find. For you, and only you.

San, Mingi, and Hongjoong all do what they normally do when they need to relieve some tension from their bodies. They spar, practice, and train. 

Hongjoong focusses on throwing his knives, hitting each target and pretending that they are every single person who has ever made you feel less about yourself, or insignificant in some way. He imagines skinning everyone alive who has ever told you such lies and made you believe you are not the most beautiful thing to have ever walked this earth in decades. He only wishes he could kill all of your insecurities in the same ways.

Mingi and San spar with each other, a tangle of emotions and limbs as they clash their weapons against one another. Each male has tears still lining their eyes, not caring how rough or irrational they’re being with their attacks right now. The only thing on their minds is how best to comfort you when you call; how best to protect your mind from such horrid thoughts taking control again.

There are tears in Wooyoung’s eyes as he vents his frustrations out while in the dance studio, the speakers playing some of his favourite songs. Choreographies he’s made for you are second nature to him at this point as he runs through the dances again, and again, and again until he collapses onto the ground in a pile of sweat and tears. The sound of the music barely muffles his sobs, his mind reeling with both your shared memory and what happened with you earlier in the day.

Wooyoung doesn’t regret what he said or did earlier, no. He only wishes he knew. He wishes he could have controlled himself better, or even tried to brush against your mind to see if you would be open to sharing your thoughts in the moment. 

He just doesn’t understand how you can’t see how precious you are to him. To all of them. He feels as if they’ve failed you, that he has failed you by not making you see how utterly stunning you are to him - to all of them. He’ll just have to find a way to show you; to make you believe you are both incredibly special and beautiful for the rest of your life.

At the same time, Yeosang finds himself in the music room, picking up the instrument that he loves so dearly. He spends a minute tuning it, making sure everything is properly in its place before bringing the small piece of carved wood and strings up to his shoulder. Raising the bow in the next second, he begins to paint a melody, letting the music guide him through his emotions.

The notes soon begin to flow together, blending into a hauntingly beautiful symphony that cascades around the room as his eyes flutter shut. He’s always had a way of getting lost in the music he creates, and when it now concerns you - the emotions you shared, the memory, and everything that you make him feel, Yeosang cannot help but to let the sombre notes ring out.

The song is hauntingly beautiful, reflecting every emotion that he’s feeling right now for you. The melody itself is you, embodied within his music - how he sees you, how you make him feel, what you do to him. Everything that you mean to him is put into the way he draws his bow across the strings, his fingers pressing into the neck of the violin as he plays this song for you.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s started, but by the time he hears footsteps approaching the room, the sun is beginning to set behind him. The warm hues of light filter through the large windows as he rounds out the melody, heartbeat racing erratically as he recognizes those soft footfalls to be yours, drawing closer and closer to the music room with each step.

His back is turned to you when you reach the open doorway, and he can feel your gaze staring intently at him as he lets the last note ring out through the air. Slowly, he lowers the instrument to his side, turning to face you in the next moment.

The moment his eyes meet yours, your breath hitches in your throat. The tender love and affection you can see shining there sets your heart racing. Not only that, but the clear concern, and empathy you can see lingering there, too, has a warmth spreading through your entire body.

You smile at him softly, an expression which he returns almost immediately.

“You play beautifully.” You comment, voice a bit airy as your breath escapes you in awe.

That single expression - and admission - is enough to knock the wind right out of his lungs.

“Thank you.” His voice is small, heart catching in his throat as you two stare at one another.

“How long have you been playing for?” There’s an excitement in your voice that he can hear you trying to contain for the moment. A fact which just makes him smile, palms suddenly becoming sweaty at you interest in his other passion.

“A millennia or so,” he admits, running his thumb lovingly over a string as he holds the violin at his side. “Give or take a few centuries.”

“Wow,” your eyes go wide, swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat. “Can I-“ you nervously shift from foot to foot, averting your gaze so sweetly. “May I watch you play?”

Yeosang nearly collapses on the spot. This is everything he’s always wanted, and so much more.

He clears his throat, a soft smile gracing his features as he meets your gaze, “I would be honoured.”

Slowly, carefully, he walks over to your form still standing in the doorway. Extending his free hand out to you in offering, he gently guides you into the room. Your touch, placed so delicately on top of his own, sends a pleasant shiver up his spine, his thumb brushing over the skin on the back of your hand.

“I, uh-“ he clears his throat, helping you sit down on the piano bench at the side of the room, “I actually have something that I would like to play for you. Would that be okay?”

Immediately, you nod your head, eyes lighting up as a smile adorns your features. “I would be honoured.”

It’s the way you repeat his very own words back to him, combined with the way you’re looking at him right now that has a feeling unlike any other spreading throughout his body. It’s a pleasant feeling, yes, but there’s also a lingering sense of nervousness that Yeosang has not felt when he’s played in years.

He says nothing, opting to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead instead before stepping away from you and taking his place once more in the centre of the room. The way he feels you brushing against his mind has him immediately latching onto that feeling, solidifying that connection so that you both won’t be disturbed by the others.

This moment is for the two of you, and the two of you only. Nothing will change that.

With the connection open like this, Yeosang is privy to all of your thoughts and emotions. He can sense the excitement strumming through your blood, making your pulse race beneath your delicate skin. He can feel the anticipation lingering in your mind, curious to hear the song that he wants to play for you. His only hope is that you like it, and that he can do such a song, given it’s meaning to you, justice.

He raises his instrument, bow at the ready, as he shoots you a final smile. A soft one being sent back from you almost instantly.

Taking a deep breath, Yeosang begins to play.

As soon as you hear the first notes echoing around the room, your whole body straightens in your spot. Your breath hitches in your throat, heart leaping in your chest as tears spring to your eyes. Immediately, your one hand comes up to cover your mouth while the other grasps at the jewel shining around your neck.

The beautiful sound of the melody of Rohan fills the air, flooding your senses and comforting you like a warm blanket on a cold day. Your absolute favourite violin melody.

You can feel your entire body trembling as the first of your tears begin to trail down your cheeks, your hands never leaving their positions for even a second. Chills wrack your body as goosebumps form over your skin, the meaning and significance of such a song washing over you in this very moment.

With each rise and fall of the notes, your breath hitches, sitting frozen to your spot as you watch Yeosang lose himself to the melody, his eyes having long since fallen shut.

It isn’t a very long song by any means, the simple melody only lasting a minute, maybe a minute and a half at most. However, the fact that he learned this for you, that he is playing this for you because he wants to, not because you asked him to, or he felt the need to, has your heart swelling in your chest. 

More tears trail silently down your cheeks as the final notes ring out in the air between you. You wipe at your eyes, chest shaking as you inhale a breath, your emotions overwhelming you.

Every thought, every feeling, Yeosang understands. His mind is still connected to yours, so every fleeting emotion you felt during his performance, he felt, too. A fact which has his own heart thundering away in his chest as he’s over come by your awe, your gratitude, your wonder, your fondness, but more than all of that, a single emotion he’s never experienced from you before. An emotion that he doesn’t want to assume, or feel for too long, as he doesn’t want to get his hopes up before the time is due.

Wordlessly, you stand to your feet, drying your eyes with the back of your hands. You swallow the lump in your throat, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“Yeosang,” the soft call of his name from your lips is like the gentlest of breezes caressing his skin after a long summer’s day. You begin to step towards him slowly. “Did you-“

You can hardly form the words, but he already knows exactly what you want to say. Even if you both already know the answer, you still want to hear him say it. You need to hear him say it.

“I did.” He breathes, allowing his arms to fall to his sides, his one hand holding both his violin and bow. “I learnt it for you.” A brief pause as he swallows. “I learned them all for you.”

All of your favourite songs. He taught himself all of your favourite songs on the violin for you.

You can hear your heartbeat echoing in your ears as you come to stand in front of him, tongue darting out to wet your lips. A movement, which you notice, that he catches.

Softly, your one hand comes up to caress the side of his face, eyes shining with all of the unspoken words you wish to convey. Not only that, but there’s such adoration and fondness shining there, that he cannot help but stare into them. 

He leans into your touch, raising his free hand to gently place it over your own.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek softly with your thumb. “Yeosang, thank you.”

It’s one of the greatest, most meaningful gifts you could ever give me.

His heart skips a beat in his chest, eyelids fluttering shut as he revels in both your touch, and your praise. Anything for you, Dearest.

Your lips part, glancing down at his own as you subconsciously step closer into him.

“Can I-“ your breath catches in your throat, hardly able to get the proper words out. “May I-“

“Yes,” Yeosang’s eyes are flinging open, a desperation you’ve never seen before shining within as he hears you pose the question in your mind. “Please, Dearest. Kiss me.”

Your lips are on his without another thought, your one hand moving to tangle in his hair as the other continues to cradle the side of his face tenderly in your palm. Without another thought, you deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer as he gently cradles the back of your head with his one hand, his opposite arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him.

Yeosang cannot help but let the pleased rumble that builds in his chest escape him as he feels you tug him closer into you. This is everything that he could have ever asked for, and so much more, especially when he hears the small whine escape your throat as he pulls away, teasingly tugging your lower lip between his teeth as he does so.

His eyes fall shut once more as you both lean your heads forward to rest against each other. Nothing can take this moment away from him, right here, right now, with you. He revels in the feeling of your hands against his skin, his lips still tingling with the ghost of yours as he attempts to catch his breath, along with you.

“Dearest,” his one hand tightens its hold on you as he pulls you impossibly closer, overcome by his own emotions for the moment as his lips tug upwards in a brilliant smile. “You are my entire world. There is nothing that I would never do for you. I am so in love with you, I fear I lack the words to describe such strong emotions. You are so unbelievable beautiful, kind, intelligent, and unquestionably perfect in every way. Please, never forget that.”

“Yeosang,” you breathe out his name once more, pulling away just enough to stare deeply into his eyes as a tender smile tugs at your features. A brief pause, until you’re uttering the words that have his heart racing once more in his chest, “I believe you.”

[esha-isboogara]

perv josuke

it’s been so long since i’ve added to this series and i’d like to sincerely apologize. i know i’m supposed to get my part five characters done but it’s been taking forevvvver :/ here’s this while y’all wait oh so patiently <3

ps. i spelled yandere wrong and only ONE person pointed it out ☹️you guys are so fake

♡he’s a pervert, and totally a yandere, the usual warnings

☆perv!josuke who has an unhealthy obsession with you. he writes in a special journal that he dedicated towards all his thoughts revolving around you

☆perv!josuke who has used his stand multiple times to see your nude body. he’s not weird he’s just curious. plus he always puts your clothes back so it’s not like it really matters.

☆perv!josuke who has wet dreams about you while he takes naps in class. almost every time he closes his eyes he envisions your pretty smile or the way your hips sway slightly when you walk. god you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen. his classmates don’t dare mention the fact he groans out your name while he rests for fear he’ll get angry and beat them to a pulp.

☆perv!josuke who has stolen your uniform from your locket on multiple occasions. it’s happened so many times you’ve had to move your locker TWICE now. josuke always figures out where it is and he will continue to take your things

☆perv!josuke who has tried to bribe rohan multiple times so he’ll draw a few pictures of your naked body. he gets rejected multiple times but that won’t stop him from trying.

☆perv!josuke who walks you home every day after school, scaring off the other boys with his menacing glares. plus he

☆perv!josuke who genuinely gets upset when you interact with other guys. he knows he’s not the only man in this town but he sure wishes he was. why are you talking to another boy at school y/n ? does he not matter to you anymore? are you trying to replace him ? king of gaslighting frl

☆perv!josuke who hates it when jotaro is around. josuke is well aware his nephew would never give into your advances but that won’t stop you from trying from time to time. it gets to the point where josuke asks him to stop coming around the house because “it makes his mother sad” despite it being quite the opposite. he feels you jotaro finds you slutty and wants nothing to do with you. although it made you sad he was glad the competition was eliminated.

☆perv!josuke who takes polaroids of you and covers your body with cut outs of sexy photos he found in a magazine okuyasu gave him. it brings a smile to his face every time he glances over at the pictures.