yandere!fae who watched from the canopy of the trees, his delicate fluorescent wings fluttering in the wind as he narrowed his eyes onto you. no one had entered his part of the forest in years- for many knew the consequences.
yandere!fae who's heart clenched painfully at watching you trip over a thick tree root. he had the magic to stop that- he had the magic to- no. he shouldn't. he hadn't gotten this infatuated since...
yandere!fae who eventually made his way down, his wings effortlessly carrying him to land on the mossy forest floor. "what's someone so precious like you doing in these lands?" he'd ask, his silver eyes inspecting your every facial twitch.
yandere!fae who'd eventually look forward to your regular visits. he'd provide you with everything you need! baskets, foraging materials, rare seeds, berries and fruits. you needn't depend on anything-anyone else.
yandere!fae who'd convinced you to allow him to provide you with dinner. he'd make you follow him into his surprisingly large mushroom cottage, the smell of healing and home entering your senses.
yandere!fae who knew you'd be oh so innocent. too innocent to not even know what accepting a fae's food meant.
𐔌 Ი︵𐑼 . SWEET DISCLOSURE ⸝⸝ ✿ ( tamsy x fem!reader ) ◟ に ━ ꒰ fluff, mutual pining ꒱ 注記 : kinda rushed, wrote this while studying
You have been avoiding Tamsy Caines.
Not in a way that you did something wrong to upset him. That’s highly unlikely. You were quiet, a bit reserved, and had a world of your own. The chances of you making enemies inside the HQ were low.
But never zero.
To be straightforward, you harbored a certain crush for the enigmatic member of Team Eager. You don’t know how it happened.
It just did.
There was something about his mysterious nature that dug under your skin; the quiet confidence in his voice, the calm sharpness in his gaze, the way he moved like he’d seen everything and judged none of it. Being near him made your mind spin and your heart misbehave. This constant behavior implanted a fear of him possibly finding out.
So, naturally…
You chose the most logical solution to this problem.
You avoided him.
Not dramatically — that would be too obvious.
You simply rerouted your movements whenever you heard his footsteps. Took longer hallways. Entered the cafeteria only after confirming he’d already left. If he walked into a room, you suddenly remembered something very urgent you needed to do elsewhere.
It was a flawless strategy. It’s genius.
You started to cheer to yourself, even patting yourself on the back for it.
There’s no way he would find out.
You underestimated him.
You should’ve known someone like Tamsy; observant, deliberate, always three steps ahead, wouldn’t overlook something as glaring as your sudden disappearance from his orbit.
Which is why, when you slip into the storage corridor behind the training hall to avoid crossing paths with him for the third time today, you don’t expect him to already be there.
Leaning against the wall. Waiting.
You freeze in the doorway. He doesn’t speak right away, just lifts his gaze and pins you with it. Calm. Sharp. Patient. Like he’d been expecting you to walk right into his hold.
God, why was he so painfully handsome.
“Tamsy,” you manage, fighting to keep your voice steady. “I—I didn’t see you.”
“Clearly,” he says.
There’s no accusation in his tone, no irritation, just quiet certainty. Somehow, that’s worse.
You take a step back.
He takes one forward.
The hallway is narrow. Too narrow. You’re suddenly very aware of the cold wall pressing against your spine and the warmth radiating off him as he stops in front of you — close, but not touching.
“Tamsy,” you say again, softer this time. “I… I was just—”
“Avoiding me.”
Your throat tightens, beads of sweat starts to form on your skin, “No.”
He tilts his head slightly. Not convinced.
A beat of silence passes. A sudden ringing sound clogs your ears, and shame slowly taking over. His gazing towards you like you did some sort of crime. You couldn’t even look straight at him, the possibility of getting rejected by him is high now.
Your heart hammers against your ribs loud enough that you’re certain he can hear it. His eyes flick down, to your lips, to your trembling hands, before returning to meet yours again.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, and his voice is so calm, so painfully sincere, that it knocks the air from your lungs.
“No,” you blurt, shaking your head. “You didn’t. You never did.” He studies you for a moment. Then —
“…Then why are you running?”
Your pulse jumps. Your fingers curl against your sides.
He leans forward just slightly, carefully, like he’s giving you space to push him away if you want to. But you don’t. You can’t. You’re stuck between flight and surrender, and he’s standing patiently in the middle.
“Unless,” he adds quietly, gaze unwavering, “there’s something I’m not seeing.”
You swallow.
Words tangle in your throat. Panic flares. The confession claws its way up before you can hold it back—
Oh no
“I like you.”
It slips out — small, raw, breathless.
His eyes widen just a fraction.
You immediately slap a hand over your mouth, RUN. EVAPORATE. DO SOMETHING. “—Forget I said that!”
“Too late.”
He steps even closer now, bracing one hand beside your head on the wall — still not touching, but surrounding you entirely.
“Say it again.”
Your breath stutters. “Why?”
“So I know I heard it right.”
He’s closer now. Close enough that you can see the subtle lift at the corner of his lips — not quite a smile, but something dangerously close.
You stare at him, cornered and helpless, heart thrashing like a trapped animal. As much as you like this man, he can be quite intimidating!
“I..” you whisper. Not having the strength to look straight into his eyes, “-I like you.”
Your confession hangs in the air, fragile and trembling, like a secret that could shatter if either of you breathed too loud.
“I like you,” you repeat, barely more than a whisper.
Tamsy’s eyes darken, not with shock, nor amusement, but with a quiet intensity that roots you in place.
Slowly, deliberately, his hand lifts.
You freeze as his fingers brush your cheek, tentative, like he’s giving you time to pull away. You don’t.
His thumb lingers there, warm against your skin.
“…May I?” he asks softly.
You nod before your mind even catches up.
He leans in, not for your lips.
His forehead presses gently against yours, grounding yet dizzying all at once. His breath fans softly across your face.
Then, featherlight, reverent, he places a kiss on your cheek. Your knees nearly buckle, you can hear your own heart pounding in your ears.
He doesn’t pull away immediately. His lips remain there, lingering as if to make sure you feel every second of it, you let out a silent whimper as the cold metal of his piercing brushed your cheek, your hand clutches weakly at his sleeve, anchoring yourself.
When he finally draws back, he doesn’t stray far. His forehead rests against yours again, eyes half-lidded, his voice a soft murmur only you could hear.
“Don’t avoid me anymore.”
You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice from shaking, your mind was slowly processing the kiss. “O-Okay.”
A moment of silence passed. Not awkward, not heavy, just the lingering thought of the boy who you were pining over for who knows how long, was the first one to make a big move, and kiss you! On the cheek too!
His fingers trail from your cheek to your jaw, tilting your head slightly as if memorizing you.
“Good,” he whispers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Mischievous, so handsome, it makes you melt into a puddle all over again.
“Because next time this happens again… I won’t hold back.”
著者 : how I actually imagined this btw
@ 2025 PETALPAYE ✿ ━ do not plagiarize, copy, modify, translate my works ! divider by: @h-aewo
desc
you're a new recruit of team eager, assigned to back up team akuta, and tamsy is the only one who makes this chaos feel bearable. but when raiders collapse the building, you're trapped, badly injured, and for the first time, he loses control, tearing through the rubble until he finds you. now, in recovery, he won't leave your side, showing you exactly how much he cares.
a/n heheheh thank you @zyasia again for the req. your ideas are actually such a fun way to actually see what i could cook up, its very challenging but enjoyable! i swear they open my eyes but again, thank you. enjoy!!
wc 2825
the pit doesn't ease you into anything. it throws you in and waits to see if you climb back out. you did, three times.
by the third mission, the weight of your gear felt less foreign against your shoulders. the smell of rust and dust didn't make your stomach twist the way it used to. your hands still shook sometimes after, but you learned how to tuck them into your pockets before anyone noticed.
tamsy noticed anyway. he always seemed to catch the small things — the way you lingered half a second too long before stepping into unstable ground, the way your breathing went shallow when the air got thick with debris.
after your first mission, you'd been scrubbing grime from your gloves at the wash basin when he leaned against the edge, bumping his elbow lightly against yours.
"i see you're still alive, huh?" he said, voice low, smirk faint. "i was starting to think i'd have to drag you back in pieces."
"charming," you muttered.
his smirk was faint, but it was there. "you're faster than you look. for someone who trips over their own boots half the time, that's impressive."
"half the time?" you said.
"precision is in the details," he shrugged, not breaking eye contact. "you miss the details, you're dead. most people here don't notice until it's too late. you're lucky i do."
you tried not to smile. "lucky me."
he let out a low hum. "don't let it get to your head."
and you didn't, at least not yet.
you barely had time to think about it before the next assignment came along. team akuta needed backup, a sweep through a stretch of no man's land where raiders had claimed collapsed high-rises as nests. decades of rot and impact damage had left the structures fragile, but they had turned it into an advantage, maybe attempting to pick shots from heights no one else dared to reach.
the building was worse up close. concrete sheared open like bone, metal ribs exposed and rusted through. the air inside tasted like old smoke and something bitter underneath. dust clung to your throat.
the silence stretched longer than it should have. not the hollow quiet of something abandoned, but the kind that made the back of your neck prickle. team akuta fanned out ahead of you, boots careful over fractured tile and old glass.
"they're here," rudo muttered under his breath. "they have to be."
tamsy didn't respond. his hand hovered near your elbow as you stepped over a split in the flooring, not touching, just close enough that you knew he would if you slipped.
the makeshift barricades lining the hallway weren't defensive in the way you expected. splintered desks shoved together. it looked less like preparation for a fight and more like something dismantled in a hurry.
you crouched near one of the doorways and brushed your glove over the concrete. the top layer of dust shifted too easily, revealing a darker patch beneath it.
"tamsy," you said quietly.
he moved beside you without hesitation. "what."
"i don't think this was settled naturally."
his eyes traced upward, following the lines in the ceiling. fractures spread from the support beams in branching patterns that looked almost deliberate. the metal brackets had been tampered with — not obvious at first glance, but once you saw it, you couldn't unsee it.
a low metallic creak echoed from somewhere above, not loud enough to be dramatic, just enough to seem wrong. realization settled heavy in your stomach. they hadn't waited to ambush. they hadn't planned to trade shots from the upper floors. they'd prepared the building instead.
"we need to clear out," tamsy said. the shift in his voice was subtle but immediate.
team akuta began backing toward the exit. you fell into step beside tamsy, heart beating faster now that the pattern made sense. the absence of combat wasn't luck.
another metallic strain carried through the structure, deeper this time. the floor beneath your boots vibrated faintly, like something heavy had shifted its weight.
"move," tamsy ordered, sharper now.
you were halfway down the corridor when something snapped above you. the lights flickered once before dying completely, plunging the hallway into a dim wash of gray from the broken windows at the far end. dust shook loose from the ceiling in thin streams.
the far wall buckled inward with a deep cracking groan. concrete split along the fractures you'd noticed minutes earlier, spiderwebbing outward. the building seemed to exhale — a long, grinding release of tension.
"stairwell!" zanka shouted.
you ran, and tamsy stayed at your side, one hand gripping the back strap of your vest now, not trusting proximity alone. the floor dipped again under your weight. a railing tore free ahead with a violent screech, clattering down the steps.
they hadn't meant to bury you instantly. they'd meant to collapse exit points first. a section of ceiling dropped behind you, sealing off the corridor you'd just cleared. dust exploded forward in a choking wave. someone coughed hard over the chokers.
"we're boxed—" riyo's voice cut in static over the chokers.
the stairwell landing trembled as boots pounded across it. you reached the turn in the stairs just as the support column beside it split clean through the middle.
"down!" tamsy barked.
you barely had time to react before the landing tore free. the world tilted violently. the stairs didn't fall in one clean drop; they broke apart in jagged sections, slabs shearing off at different angles. you felt yourself lose footing, your hand shooting out for balance and catching fabric instead.
tamsy's sleeve.
for a split second, your fingers locked. his other hand grabbed for you, but the concrete between you shifted, ripping the space wider. your grip slipped.
you fell.
the impact knocked the air from your lungs so completely you couldn't even scream. debris followed in a cascade — smaller pieces first, then something heavier that struck your hip and pinned you hard against the fractured floor below. the debris rained down from the impact points, fine gray powder coating your hair and lashes. your chest refused to expand properly. every inhale scraped raw. you tried to move your legs.
nothing.
above you, faint but frantic, voices filtered through layers of debris.
"we need to pull back!"
"status, anyone?!"
"she was right here!"
that one. even muffled, you'd recognize it.
you forced your eyes open wider, fighting the urge to let them close. the weight pressing against you felt endless. claustrophobic. like the pit itself had decided to swallow you.
"tamsy," you tried, but it came out broken.
blood trickled warm along your temple. the air felt thinner by the second. another piece of rubble shifted overhead. light filtered through a narrow break in the debris, thin and blinding, and then his face appeared in it. eyes scanning with a focus that bordered on frantic. they locked onto you. something in him changed instantly.
"hey—hey!" his voice broke when he saw you. "don't shut down on me. look at me."
you focused on the sliver of sky behind him. on his face streaked with dust and blood. there was a cut across his brow you didn't remember seeing before.
"you're not allowed," he said, voice shaking in a way that didn't match the tamsy you knew. "you hear me? you don't get to leave like this."
you''d have laughed if breathing didn't feel like knives.
his hands tore at the debris pinning you down. someone shouted at him from behind to stop — the structure wasn't stable. he ignored them completely.
"i've got her," he snapped, and there was something feral in it.
when the weight lifted from your leg, pain detonated up your spine. you gasped, vision flashing white, and his expression crumpled like he'd been the one crushed.
"i know. i know," he muttered, voice low and frantic. "just stay with me."
he slid his arms beneath you carefully, as if you might shatter, and lifted you free from the rubble. dust cascaded around you as he carried you through what remained of the hallway. the building groaned behind him, threatening another collapse.
"we're getting you out," he said quietly, eyes never leaving yours. "don't you dare make me repeat myself."
you faded in and out against his chest, aware only of the way he kept saying your name like it was an anchor.
the first thing you register is the sound, steady and mechanical and entirely wrong compared to the groaning collapse you remember. then the light presses through your eyelids, too bright, too sterile, and when you finally manage to open your eyes the ceiling above you is whole and unmoving.
your body feels distant, heavy in places and sharply aware in others. when you try to shift, something pulls tight along your ribs and pain blooms slow and deep, anchoring you to the mattress beneath you.
voices reach you before your vision fully clears.
"she should've woken up by now."
"that's not how head trauma works."
you turn your head slightly and regret it immediately, breath hitching as the movement sends a protest through your side.
tamsy is sitting so close to the bed his knee presses against the frame. his forearms rest on the mattress near your hand, like he hasn't allowed more than an inch of distance since you were brought in. dried blood stains the collar of his shirt. the cut across his brow has been cleaned but not properly treated. he looks like he hasn't moved in hours.
eisha stands near the end of the bed, posture straight but not relaxed. her arms are folded, though the tension in her shoulders gives her away.
tamsy's head snaps toward you so fast it's almost jarring. he's on his feet immediately, chair scraping softly against the floor.
"hey," he says, and the word is steadier than the way his hands hover near you, unsure where he's allowed to touch. "don't try to sit up."
you attempt to speak and your throat burns. he notices and reaches for the water at your bedside. his hand slides carefully behind your head, lifting you just enough to drink. his touch is restrained, like he's afraid even gentleness might hurt you.
"slow," he murmurs when you swallow too fast. "you're fine. you're here."
you lower back against the pillow and look between them. "how long?"
"eighteen hours," eisha answers. "fractured tibia, three cracked ribs, mild brain bleed that stabilized on its own. you were lucky."
tamsy's jaw tightens at that word.
"lucky," he repeats quietly, like he doesn't agree with it.
you glance at him. "you look worse."
there's a flicker of something in his eyes that almost resembles a smile, but it doesn't fully form. "i'm not the one who got buried."
eisha steps closer to the bed, studying you carefully. "i will need to run another scan in an hour. you'll be here a while."
you nod faintly, the movement exhausting.
there's a brief silence that settles, heavy but not uncomfortable. then eisha looks at tamsy. "you should get cleaned up," she says. "i don't mind staying with her."
he doesn't answer immediately. his gaze is still locked on you, like he's confirming you're real and conscious and breathing.
"tamsy," eisha presses, softer now. "you've been here the entire time. you haven't even changed."
"i'm fine."
"you're not."
he finally looks at her, and whatever sits behind his eyes makes her pause.
"i said i'm fine," he repeats, quieter but immovable.
eisha exhales slowly, weighing her next words. "she's stable. i can sit with her while you—"
"no."
the word isn't loud. it doesn't need to be.
eisha studies him for a long second. "you don't have to do this alone."
his hand moves then, almost unconsciously, finding yours against the blanket. his fingers curl carefully around them, mindful of iv lines and bruising. he doesn't look away from you when he answers.
"you can go," he says.
it isn't harsh or unkind. but it's definitely stern enough to scare.
eisha's gaze flicks to the way his thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, grounding himself as much as you. something in her expression softens.
"call if anything changes," she says to him, then to you, "and you shouldn't make a habit of this."
the door closes behind her with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. the room settles into a different kind of silence after that.
tamsy doesn't move right away. his hand stays wrapped around yours, thumb brushing once over your knuckles, still trying to confirm something. when he finally exhales, it's slow and unsteady, like he's been holding it since the building came down.
"she's right," you murmur, your voice thin but steadier now. "you look like hell."
that almost earns you something real. almost. his mouth shifts at the corner before flattening again.
"don't," he says quietly.
you study him instead of answering. the dried blood at his collar isn't all his, and there's dust still ground deep into the seams of his sleeves. his gloves sit discarded on the bedside table, knuckles torn clean through, fabric split and stiff with dried red where it soaked past the rips, as if he kept digging long after they stopped protecting him.
"you found me," you say.
his jaw tightens. "yeah."
"they told you to pull back."
it's a guess, but the way his eyes flick down tells you it's right.
"that wasn't your call," you add.
"no," he agrees, voice level in a way that feels carefully constructed. "it wasn't."
you shift slightly, wincing when your ribs protest. he's on his feet again immediately, one hand hovering near your shoulder, the other bracing against the mattress.
"stop moving," he mutters. "you shouldn't test the stitches yet."
"i'm not testing them."
"you are."
you look up at him and for the first time since you woke up, you see it clearly. the crack in his composure. the way his control is sitting just barely over something volatile.
"i thought you were dead," he says suddenly, like the words have been waiting and he's tired of holding them back. "when the landing gave out and you slipped, i couldn't see you. the chokers were static. the whole structure was shifting and they were yelling at me to fall back."
his grip on the bed frame tightens slightly.
"i couldn't get a clear read on you, you weren't responsive."
you swallow.
"so i went back in."
it isn't dramatic. he doesn't raise his voice. he says it like it was the most obvious choice in the world.
"tamsy—"
"don't." his eyes snap to yours, not angry, but sharp. "don't say my name like that. i don't regret it."
you stare at him for a long second. "you could've been buried too."
"i know."
the fact that he says it without hesitation makes your chest ache more than the fractures. he drags a hand down his face, then steps closer to the bed again, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him even through the layers of blankets and bandaging.
"when i saw you under there," he continues, quieter now, "you weren't moving. there was blood in your hair and i thought—" he stops, jaw working once before he forces himself to finish. "i thought that was it."
your fingers tighten weakly around his.
"it wasn't."
his gaze drops to your hand in his, like he's memorizing the weight of it.
"no," he says. "it wasn't."
you watch the tension shift through him slowly, settling into something more controlled. his thumb moves again, absent and repetitive, like he needs the motion.
"you're not allowed to do that again," he says after a moment.
"get crushed by a building?"
"disappear on me."
the words hang between you.
you try to lighten it, even now. "i didn't do it on purpose."
"i don't care."
his voice isn't harsh. it's just honest.
"you don't get to scare me like that," he adds, softer. "not after—"
he doesn't finish the sentence, but he doesn't have to. not after the wash basin. not after every half-second he's hovered near your elbow without touching. not after the way he ignored orders and tore concrete apart with his hands.
you shift your grip, careful of the iv line, and thread your fingers more securely through his. "i'm still here."
his eyes lift to yours again, and there's something unguarded in them that he doesn't usually let anyone see.
"yeah," he says quietly. "you are."
this time, when he pulls the chair closer and sits back down, he doesn't hover like he's unsure. he keeps your hand in his and leans forward just enough that his forehead almost brushes your knuckles.
and when he stays, there's the faintest brush of his lips over the back of your hand, gentle and he doesn't let go.
Yandere rich couple who message you privately with an offer to be their sugar baby. Sounded like a total scam, so you brush it off. No way you’re falling for that, even if the cash would be nice right now…
Yandere rich couple who start sending you handwritten letters. You have no clue how they found your address, but with actual cash inside, things are suddenly way more interesting.
Yandere rich couple who are old, married, and honestly just bored. They’ve got way too much money and no idea what to do with any of it.
Yandere rich couple whose kids are all grown up, leaving them with an empty house, but that’s just means that all their attention is focused on you and you alone <3
They’re more than ready to spoil you rotten as long as you agree to their little arrangement, however they’re not too worried about you saying no. Why would you?
Yandere rich couple who finally invite you over for dinner, giving you their home address. Could this be a terrible idea? Maybe. You could totally get kidnapped, but…money.
Thankfully, you don’t end up being kidnapped. Instead, you get treated to what feels like a five-star meal. To them though? real main course is you.
The yandere wife who somehow always finds a way to sit near you will slip her arm around your waist and start whispering praises into your ear. She loves the way you flinch when her breath tickles your ears.
You’re the most exciting thing to happen to her in years (besides her husband, of course). She likes to take you shopping with her you don't really have to buy anything she just likes to show you off.
Yandere husband that is very big on pampering you, sure just giving you a gift is fine, but he really likes to see the happy look on your face when you eat good food or wear comfortable clothes.
Yandere rich couple who start showering you with “small” gifts jewelry, designer clothes…..a house key “Think of it as your second home,” it was bigger than your real house.
Yandere rich couple who get super annoyed if you so much as mention spending time with anyone else. Why would you want to talk to anyone else when they’re literally giving you everything you could want?
yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.
he enjoys it.
he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”
he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.
but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.
every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.
“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”
he says he’s proud when I fall apart.
because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.
and when i stop fighting?
he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.
he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.
“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”
he calls it love.
but it’s not love.
it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.
“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”
He’s silent for the most part – pensive and gentle with you – barely touching you aside from mellow strokes lacking a lasting feel and featherlight kisses that only barely leave your skin wet.
Everything seems somewhat virginal. Awkward. At a distance…
But you know he watches you when you sleep – and it gives you goosebumps every night.
He’ll sit in the chair by the window instead of lying next to you, his dour gaze lingering on you and your shape draped in the thin duvet. He’ll listen to your soft snores, and watch you dream – thinking about what he wouldn’t do to keep you like that, safe and sound and perfect – coming up short.
There’s so much ugliness in the world… he needs to keep you from it.
“Yuta…” You croaked groggily, waking up and squinting at him where he still sat in the dim moonlight. “You’re freakin’ me out…” Twisting in the sheets, you pull them aside to free space on the bed before yawning. “Come to bed already.”
He sits for another moment and you think he’s gonna stay there like every other night, keeping guard or whatever it is that he’s doing – but then he stands. Taking your invitation silently, lying down on his side of the bed, making the mattress sink – and it’s only then that you regret it, feeling your heart flare with dread, reminded of how he’s a psycho who’s had you trapped in his house for months without telling you why.
You lie awake in wait of his touch – but it never comes.
Snores come first.
You roll over again, looking at him – disheveled strands of dark hair splayed on the pillow, tired circles beneath heavy eyes – his face serious even in his sleep. It was strange… he didn’t look like a man capable of hurting anyone. But though he’s never hurt you, aside from keeping you here against your will, you know he’s very capable of violence. You’ve seen the bruises he dregs home, but more than that, you’ve seen the blood drenching his white clothes when he comes home bruise-free.
He doesn’t sit in the chair at all the night after. He comes straight to bed alongside you. And you suppose him lying there doesn’t make much difference for you so long he keeps his hands to himself – which he does until you fall asleep.
It’s sometime later in the night when you awake to the feeling of him brushing cold fingers over the exposed skin of your shoulder, down your upper arm, and further upon your hip.
Your breaths stick in your lungs as he shuffles closer, soon pressed flush against your back – his lips at the shell of your ear.
He wraps his arm around your midriff and presses himself harder into you, and it’s only then that you realize he’s crying. Stirring against you in suppressed sobs as he buries his face into your hair.
You cringe. Listening to him sniffle as he holds your body snug. Opening your mouth and closing it again, you suck your lip in hesitation before calling his name. “Yuta?”
“I’m sorry for waking you-” He apologizes – and you wonder if you should just stay quiet, maybe he’d settle down and return to his side of the bed soon. But it seemed a little unlikely.
“Why are you crying?” You ask instead.
“I’m scared…” He says, placing his forehead against the nape of your neck, both arms locked over your stomach and tugging you close for comfort.
You tense at his warmth – never having been so close to him before. Swallowing thickly. “Scared of what?”
His breath shivers against your back where he has his head bowed as his fingers dig into your sides enough to make you release a tiny whimper. “Scared that I won’t be able to protect you.”
You shiver a bit now, scared to move. You’re voice weak. “Protect me from what?”
He lifts his head and places a kiss on your shoulder. Nuzzling against the grove of your neck. “You shouldn’t worry about it.” He dismisses, gently, in a whisper, in that lilt he so often uses with you as though he fears anything louder would rattle you. “It’s my burden.”
He shifts and scoots himself perfectly behind you, holding you snugly in strong arms.
♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, bullying, suicide by nameless side characters
♡ fem reader
Thinking about the mean girl curse...
Manifested through all the incel boys who both fear and hate the pretty girls who roam the school hallways and never spare them a second glance.
You’ll appear in empty classrooms – preying on the poor loser boys who eat their lunch all alone.
You’re such a bully – looking perfect in your short school skirt with your pink lips – smacking them as you pop your bubblegum – uniform shirt a size too small with buttons undone to the midway point.
You make the poor losers cry with your harsh words and haughty laughter – goading them into buying you things in exchange for promises you never keep. Whispering all coyly that you’ll give them a kiss on the cheek, that you’ll let them touch your tits, that you’ll give them your panties – but in the end, all you do is pour your strawberry milk on their heads with a grin – before disappearing with a giggle.
You choose your victims and stay with them until you’ve pushed them over the edge – literally – until they’ve taken a swan dive off the school roof and bloodied the pavement. That’s how you feed – blowing on their ear, whispering mean little nothings until they just can’t take it anymore.
Too many incidences and Jujutsu tech is alerted of the abnormalities.
You appear sitting on a desk when Okkotsu comes looking to exorcise you. You’re sucking on a pink lollipop as you eye him and his pitiful eyes.
He had a handful of bullies like you back in his schooldays – he remembers them as clueless sluts who’d set their thugs on him for a sense of superiority. Clueless sluts –no idea how lucky they were he hadn’t set Rika loose on them all.
You remind him of them. Pretty and full of yourself. You speak as though you expect him to grovel – to throw himself down on his knees for a chance to kiss your feet.
He doesn’t need Rika to fight his fights anymore.
You can't believe how he has you muffled with your own underwear – squealing as he rams your cunt fast and hard from the back. Bent over the desk, hair a mess with your mascara running in black streaks down your pretty face – as he wrings your wrists in two tight fists while stretching your arms behind you, using them to pull you back against the snap of his hips.
Your skirt’s a ripped mess pooled around your ankles as you shake – thighs glossed with slick and quaking as he pounds another orgasm right out of you. A sweaty mess resting with your cheek mushed against the desk in your own drool.
Meanwhile, he sucks your lollipop – far from done.
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Thinking about the major power trip Yuuta went through once he figured out how to control his cursed energy.
Here’s this loser who’s been bullied all throughout life for being such a loner, who suddenly gains unlimited and unsupervised power to do whatever he wants. And he’s never once stood up for himself out of fear that Rika would take it too far—but he’s fully in control now and free to do all those things he’s been too scared to do before.
You used to be one of those bullies back in the day—one of those pretty girls who would laugh and sneer at him while other goons would do their worst of swirlies and wedgies and gut punches. He hasn’t seen you in years already, but there hasn’t been a day he hasn’t thought about you. Old, twisted emotions of hatred and want brewing in the darkest pits of his gut. He can still remember that evil look of glee in your eyes each time you’d say or do something horrid.
He wonders if he has that same awful look in his eyes now as he stands over you—terrified, lying in his bed with your hands and feet tied.
He doesn’t even remember how he got you there. He must have blacked out completely, and yet, the knots of rope are tied so neatly he must have known what he was doing.
You’re in what you wore to bed—a pair of panties and a little crop top. He’s actually never seen a girl so bare before—only two flimsy articles away from being naked. It makes him blush—big and dour-eyed, scanning every curve of your smooth skin, feeling his throat get tight.
Your mouth’s taped shut—he isn’t interested in anything you’d have to say. But he’s left your eyes. He can’t tell if you recognize him. But the fear within them makes him feel so good he’s never been harder in his entire life.
Still, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. It’s a strange feeling—how your shivering and tears make him feel both ashamed and yet so very horny he might cum in his pants just from looking at you.
He thinks of the you from back then—what an absolute bitch you were—all your mean words and hard glares, ugly comments whispered in your friend’s ear while looking down on him, giggling behind a hand as if it were some big secret you were talking shit—as if you hadn’t just poured rotten milk over his head in front of everyone.
Yeah… you deserve this.
You try worming away from him once he crawls on top of you, but the way he’s tied you makes it a pointless struggle. It should make him feel worse, but oddly enough, it just makes him want to touch you more. Your skin is so soft it gives him chills, manhandling you just the way he sees fit.
It seems crazy to him that something with teeth as sharp as yours can also look like the sweetest thing in the world. To anyone else, he must look like the bad guy. But he knows, and you know—you’re no victim.
With your hands tucked under your back, you’re completely pinned beneath him as he straddles your legs. You whine, but he pays you no mind—carefully lifting your top up further.
His body sags with a sigh at the sight. They’re even more perfect than he’d dreamed, and they feel even better in his hands—soft and squeezable.
It’s so fucked up—you have the ugliest personality he knows, and yet you're just as pretty as he remembers. He hates you, and yet you’re the only one he wants this way.
He bends down and wraps his mouth around your nipple—it’s perky and warm and makes him groan with a shudder—rocking his clothed bulge against your thigh with a string of moans.
He can’t believe your pussy is just a thin little layer of cotton away—waiting for him just beneath a pink print of cartoon bunnies. He doesn't know why, but he really likes that more than the black lace he’d expected.
Suppose it makes you fit the role more—his prey.
Just knowing he’s going to fuck you makes him feel like the most powerful guy in the world. He wants to make you cum until you can’t even remember your own name. He wonders if you’re a virgin, too, but he doubts it.
“I’ve seen you had so many tongues down your throat, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve had dick just as much.”
But that’s okay. He’s going to make sure this time is special.
His body drapes yours with all its weight as endless thoughts of what he’s going to do to you flood his head. He moans, making drool spill over your chest where his mouth covets your breast while he keeps rutting into you—he’ll make you feel so good you fall in love with him.
And it’s sad how the thought alone instantly makes his boxers fill with stickiness.
And it’s only sadder as the post-nut-clarity hits because he’s left with a heavy feeling of grief for not having filled your womb instead.
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Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every day, only letting you up when you need to use the bathroom (with him of course). He brings you daily meals and water but his favorite hobby gotta be feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
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Yandere roommate who's annoyingly on your ass 24/7, taking in any chance he has to disturb you at all just to get an ounce of attention. All he has to do is leave his laundry on the couch or some trash lying around the living room for you to get mad at him. It makes him feel alive just to hear you raise your tone at him.
No matter how many times you lock your door, it doesn't keep him out. It's not like you know that he has an extra key to your room anyway, entering and leaving as he pleases like it's his own place. To you, though, missing items just seemed to be chalked off as you misplacing them.
Yandere roommate who sneaks into your room when you sleep, his large hands trailing along your body to caress you like you're some priceless artifact. He may even take his chance to snap some pictures of your cute little sleeping face, all vulnerable in your deep sleep.
It's not that he's disorganised or cluttered. Quite the opposite in fact. It's that he loves when you're all riled up, your smaller frame stomping closer towards the man who easily towers over you because he left his dishes unwashed, occupying the space in the sink.
When it comes to actual cleanliness, he's tidier than he lets on. After all, how can it be that you've never found his little y/n shrine full of your belongings?
If you happened to be snooping around his room, you would end up finding your lost items. Trinkets, papers, and is that— your underwear? He would catch you sneaking around, though, casually leaning over to the doorframe with his arms crossed like he's more amused than anything. Part of you feels embarrassed for being caught snooping around, but the other part of you is ready to interrogate him on why he has your panties in his drawer. In the end, he just gives some stupid excuse, but it's not like you're getting anywhere with this.
Yandere roommate who loves to cum all over your toiletries. Soaps, shampoo, towels, and whatever else there was that he decided to leave a part of himself on. God, he loved knowing that you're spreading his seed all over your body. He mentally notes to give you the real deal next time.
When you found a suspicious white liquid on your bedsheet, you figured it was your own doing. Maybe some spill when you came in with food or drinks earlier. Speaking of food, though, your yandere roommate would occasionally give you a box of cookies or some other pastries he made out of the blue. Why? "I mean, why not?"
It's not like you would notice the little extra salt in them anyway. Is baking his hobby? Well, that's part of it. It's more of leaving something special inside food for you to eat. He always wants to watch you eat whatever he makes, although you guess it's because he wants to see your reaction to any criticism of his food. You aren't wrong, though. He does love watching you eat his food with his special little salty batter he leaves just for you.
It sends a shiver up his spine just watching you do anything at all; watching videos, sleeping, showering, all the whatnot. You've lost count on how many times you had to ignore the growing tent in his pants now.
Poor you, who doesn't even know what he's done and is doing with your other panties you haven't found. What's more, what he even has planned all these months.
yan!chef x waitress!reader, reader is a bit socially awkward, and implied death.
You were new to the customer service industry, hoping to make some savings while you earn your degree. While your job was tolerable most of the time, you definitely had your handful of colourful customers.
Yan!chef was slightly older than you, yet he never seemed too open to get to know you. He’s always doing something, prepping, cleaning, cutting. Even when it’s the beginning of the evening when customers have only begun to trickle in, he doesn’t engage in any kind of banter or rapport.
You simply think of them as the focused and determined type, he’s quiet and stoic, only wanting to get his work done. Despite his reclusive nature, you start to admire his work ethnic.
Yan!chef will notice from the kitchen when your table starts reprimanding you, he’s interrupted from the sizzles and the clinking of plates. His eyes are locked onto your frame, in which you’ve made yourself small with your shoulders rounded towards yourself as you clenched the fabric of your pants.
Afterwards when you clock out and begin walking to your car, to your surprise he has prepared a small little dessert for you to take home, a spongy cheesecake with strawberry, pistachio and matcha layers. On the side next to the cheesecake, he’s created a small little smile with whipping cream.
He doesn’t say much when he gives it to you, he only grunts out that you’ve gotta develop thicker skin. He’ll then light up a cigarette while you’re there standing with the box in your hands. You don’t say much, but your eye gleams with delight as you crack out a small thanks.
Yan!chef keeps his eyes fixed on you as you start your car, after you’ve delicately put your small treat in the front. You give a timid wave in the driver’s seat as you reserve back, before disappearing in what seems to be endless streetlights.
This becomes routine. Whenever something bad happens to you at work, you make a mistake, a customer yells or your manager just seems to target you, he always is there at the end of your shift with a little sweet treat.
However, you’ve noticed that one regular, an older man whose face was decorated with wrinkles and his stomach bulging out of his white button-up, had stopped appearing at your restaurant. Sure, you’re not complaining. His hands used to hover around your lower region, as he sneered crude pick up lines to you, knowing him being a customer protected him. Maybe he found a new spot to harass young waiteresses?
When you take your 30, you find yan!chef sitting there, scarfing down hot fries as he impatiently scrolls on his phone. His brows are furrowed as ankle sits on top of his knee, leaning over the table to get the chips down faster. He shoots a quick glance at you, standing at the entryway. With his glare on you, you snap out of your trance and scramble to settle down alongside him.
He’s snapped back to his phone, scrolling just as rapidly. As you click open your lunch containers, your eyes unintentionally wander to his face. He’s got thick unruly eyebrows and heavy-set bags under his eyes, yet he’s got a sharp jawline, dreamy eyes and plush lips. Your gaze dangerously lowers, you eye the veins on his forearms, strained against his skin like thick ropes. He’s quite built too, despite his lanky frame.
Your gaze heightens to face level again, your shoulders flinch. His eyes are piercing right through you.
“Oh um, hey!”
He gets back to his phone. Internally, your mind is echoing throughout your body, overthinking if you’ve already embarrassed yourself in front of him.
With a big inhale, the first thing you think of leaves your mouth, “Do you remember that one sleazy regular? Do y’know where’s gone?” With curiosity taking over your prior anxiety, you’ve scooched closer to him, vying for gossip.
Keeping his eyes on his device, he broods out quietly, “Thought you would’ve been glad.” You don’t know if you’ve imagined it or not, but you swear it sounded more like a question than a statement?
“Uh?– Of course I am!” You sheepishly smile, and lean in a bit too close, “I’m so much happier at work without him..” It’s unspoken, as there’s rules about talking bad about customers while on the clock, but it’s been universally thought in your workplace.
He glances up from his phone for a quick second, before reties his apron and stamps out the door. He hands squeeze his cheeks as he walks out, muttering under his breath.
when you're highkey hot when you fight, so it's their turn to be flustered — gachiakuta x reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — content. character is downbad for YOU, i go kind of in detail when reader beats trash beasts up, reader highkey body tea / body is built cuz of the way they train & what they do everyday LOL. jabber is a bit suggestive but eh, its jabber
m note: maybe i'll make longer versions of these separately soon
m word count: like 100-200+ each
m character included: enjin, zanka, tamsy, jabber, corvus, zodyl
enjin freezes up before smirking and keeps up with the pace you go at while beating down a few trash beasts right by your side. before starting the mission, he bet with you on who could kill more, but after seeing you? well...
"shit, seems like i... i lost." "well, you owe me dinner now, don't you?" a small smile appeared on your lips before giving his arm a pinch while walking off, going back to join riyo and the others.
kind of just leaves him speechless the whole night. thinking about how... attracted he was to you when you would stab a monster into its throat; wiping off the smelly musk of whatever you could call the trash beast's blood from your mask,
god even when you muttered how disgusting it was under your breath, why were you suddenly so hot?! (you've always been)
zanka's reaction is similar—i mean, hello, like father like son. his figure is just frozen on the field when he sees you take care of the bugs that had been pestering this poor elderly couple when they're just trying to grow a garden in quite literally the middle of nowhere.
so when you pick your weapon up and out of the monster's head that had deliberately covered the upper half of your vital instrument in smelly... can you even call that bodily liquids if its a trash beast?
he just feels his face fluster underneath his mask when you scoff at the corpse, "could've at least made it an easier job for cleaning. come on, zanka, let's go." "yes! yes. i- err, let's go!" suddenly straightens his posture and walks proudly as if you hadn't just gotten him a little hot and bothered from just telling a garbage beast to fuck off.
"...zanka, wrong way." "ah..."
tamsy's eyes widen in minimal surprise when he sees the way you utilize his own vital instrument, using your own to strike through every beast he had tied securely; watching their bodies become corpses one by one as they fell, the clothing around your arms were briefly scratched off,
yet the only thing you were concerned about was... "tamsy! come on, let's get out of here!" you already slipped your arm around his arms and legs, and rushed back to the vehicle you took to get there. the wasteland looked disgustingly teal as per usual, but now an unusual shade of red would cover tamsy's face.
you sat beside him in the car, silently closing your eyes as you rested, and as soon as he could see you weren't looking? he took more than a few glances at your figure, more specifically your arms. whether or not you work out, the work you do with him was more than enough to have you unintentionally flexing apparently.
and he was ALLLL for it.
jabber likes to think you're calling him a pest while you slice neatly through three beasts at once. has begged you once for a duel just to see you point your vital instrument at him and call him a dirty bug too but... well you being you; declining is the most sane option here.
"disgusting." your glare remains ice cold as you took your weapon back out of the monster, only uncovering half of your face to check out what the garbage had dropped, jabber was clearly enjoying himself in the background.
"god, are you sure you don't wanna... haah, take out your anger like that on me instead? we wouldn't have to go out all the ti-" "for the last time, no."
corvus trusts you with the fight, and watches. not just because he trusts you though, semiu knows the little glances he gives you, especially as of recent while your jacket is still being repaired by august. your arms hadn't looked as good as they did before... or maybe he just never noticed?
you had swung your vital instrument around you to take out multiple enemies at once, corvus having stuck right to the side, simply observing when all of a sudden... a creature jumps up from behind, yet he doesn't even flinch when you end up so close to him to cut it smoothly in half. a brief quirk in his brow,
his figure only moves to match your speed, never taking his eyes off you once. "you make quick work of them don't you?' expecting a cheeky reply, he watches you brush dust off your shoulder before checking on him. "you good, boss?"
"...never better. let's keep going, yeah?" you won't truly disregard the way he had slipped an arm around your waist to pull the both of you forward.
zodyl is similar, watching you fearlessly, and swiftly protect him without him having to lift a finger, he trusted you a lot. but his trust didn't necessarily mean finding you attractive, so why did his face wince when he saw the way your gaze stay sharp, easily hitting any enemy that tried to come near.
you hadn't even realized how his eyes stayed on you the whole time, not to mention the way you've developed your figure to fight with more agility... his eyes only dip down to watch your back flex when your vital instrument would uppercut a trash beast.
when it was all over, he quickly looks away, wanting to avoid you seeing him gawk over you. "...sir are you alr-" "let's not get distracted." quickly moving past you, you just give a confused stare before following behind. what's got him all hot and bothered?
The other "Woman"
Summary: The JJK boys texts you from an unknown number pretending to be another girl!
ꕥincludes: S Gojo. S Geto. K Nanami. T Fushiguro. S Kong. R. Sukuna A Todo. Y Itadori. M Fushiguro. T Inumaki. C Kamo. N Zenin. I Takuma (In that order!)
Tw: Slightly suggestive. Name calling. Threats. Naoya Zenin might be a warning in itself.
Please ignore the mistake I made on Takuma's that is SO embarrassing
I really tried to be "ihatemybf" with this smau I hope you guys find this one funny, I was making myself laugh when I was making this🎀
Yandere boss who hired you under the impression you’d be meek and a perfect little secretary who’d stay late and never talk back. He thought you’d be rather easy to keep under his thumb, to do as you’re told.
Yandere boss who learns quickly that you are not, in fact, meek or soft-spoken, and you have no patience for his power tantrums. In fact, you’re bossier than he is!
Yandere boss That soon he finds himself staying late to help you finish your work because you say it's only right that he fetches your coffee since you're organizing everything else for him. How rude and angry and…oh how he loved the nod of approval you give him
Yandere boss Who's like a loyal puppy you allow to wear a suit, and he's desperate for your attention. He moves your desk inside his own office because he hates the thought of you talking to anyone else. But he knows the thought isn't realistic he's thought about firing a few people many times, though.
Yandere boss That acts so annoyed when you ask him to do a simple ask, but he always has a blush on his face afterwards. Has this experience made him realize that he may like to get yelled at by you? maybe…
Yandere boss That has had many fantasies about what you'd do to him outside of work, you're a sort of drug to him, he gets excited to go to work in the morning and gets sluggish and more irritable at home and in his personal life.
Yandere boss Who needs someone to tell him what to do and how to act he needs you, now if only he'd have an excuse to invite you over to his home.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
clueless choso is really obsessed with his girlfriend ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚
cw. perversion, filming/photos, somno, panty sniffing, choso having 0 relationship social cues
choso is such a pervert.
you can’t fault him for it, he doesn’t know what he’s doing is wrong. taking photos of you while you sleep next to him, so soft and pliant… so vulnerable. his brain tells him he’s allowed to do this. you are his girlfriend after all, so why not, right? he’ll move the covers off your body, lift your shirt up over your tits, and snap photos just so he can ogle at them later. sometimes, he’ll wrap his mouth around your pebbled nipples and suck on them while you moan softly in your sleep.
when you’re on a call together, he can’t help but stroke his cock at the sound of your pretty voice while you’re rambling about your day. he doesn’t even bother holding back his whimpers and when you realize what he’s doing, you roll your eyes and whine, “chooo, are you even listening to me?”
and he’ll moan, head thrown back as he needily thrusts into his hand, “i-i’m listening, p-princess, fuck. keep talking, ‘m almost th-there.”
not only that, but you notice how your panty drawer dwindles– many of them gone missing over the past few months. you think maybe your washer ate them or maybe you’ve misplaced them in a haze, but you remember your innocent perv of a boyfriend.
when you ask if he knows anything about them, he shakes his head vigorously— eyes widened like a dog who got caught with a bag of treats. “uh-uh, but i can buy you some more. you were in need of some new ones, anyway. some of your lacy ones were starting to fray.” he lies, afraid you’d get mad. how could you? he’s so clueless, so adorable ♡
you cock your head and smile knowingly, “huh, how’d you know, baby?”
he reddens immediately and stumbles over his words while you giggle, peppering his face with kisses, mumbling ‘perv’ after every mwah.
you don’t mind. you find his obsession with you endearing.
you know he’s got a special album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of your body, most of them taken without your permission. and when you’re alone… your fingers toy with your throbbing cunt imagining the breathy pleas and the begging and those little whimpers he makes every time he opens the album. you let him keep the panties. sometimes you’ll leave them behind as a little present every time you leave his place. you know the second you walk out of that house, he’s bringing the pretty lace to his face and needily milking his cock wishing you would come back and take care of him.
you live for it– his innocence, for the fact that he doesn’t know he’s in the wrong– you get off on it.. you think you might be the real perv in this relationship.
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
