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WARNINGS -> Yandere behavior /// I just shit this out, so if it’s bad, don’t tell me LOL (i.e. Not proofread) /// Bakugo being a creep /// Fem!Reader
Bakugo is so nosey, he literally cannot help himself. Everything has to be his business—ESPECIALLY when it comes to you. He is all up in your shit when he is yandere for you. I’m talking sneaking breaking into your room, riffling through your drawers, listing off the manga on your shelves, flipping through your notes from class and the latest addition to your diary he is absolutely checking to see if you’ve written about him but he’ll never admit it.
It helps that he’s as close friend to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t let just anyone know the code to your dorm room. He made sure of that. If he’s a close friend, then you don’t need any other people close, as he can be everything you need. You tell him everything. You make it so easy to infiltrate your life. He loves that fact about you, how you’re so willing and eager to share all your thoughts and feelings with him. You’re kinda a big chatter box, but that’s okay. He can be the vault that guards your heart. No one else but him is allowed in.
He’s too good at it. It’s almost like he has a checklist of everything in there. It’s gets to a point where he knows where your things are in your room better than you do, this also applies to the new things you add. And that fact gets him in trouble one day…
You and Uraraka walk in to class side-by-side, although you have a noticeably higher pep in your step than usual. Bakugo—having already tailed behind you on the way here, but hurried past while you were became busy chatting it up with said pink cheeks as to not be noticed—already saw this. What irritates him is what is causing this. He’s been racking his brain for the last half hour, but nothing major is coming up.
You did okay on your last math test—an 87, which is better than us our previous 81. He helped you study for that test, even though you were hardly a willing study buddy. You jumped every time he chewed you out for every mistake you wrote while forming the math equations. He found it to be…annoying in his language, this translates to down right adorable. All that to say, it wasn’t remarkable to the point where it would have you bouncing on the balls of your feet. You also didn’t do anything major yesterday. You mostly stayed at the dorms and chilled in the commons with Mina and Jirou for awhile before heading to your room and messing around on your phone for a few hours. You didn’t even text him goodnight last night. What could have you so distracted?
“Someone looks excited! What’s up, girly?” Mina was sat backwards in her desk chair, fixing her makeup in a tiny compact mirror as you hopped over to the girls. She currently had the wand of her mascara balancing on the edge of her bottom lashes, pulling a funny face to make sure she didn’t smudge the black gunk on her perfect base makeup.
Bakugo would say he could care less about what you girls talk about, but only half of that statement is true. He doesn’t care what the girls talk about, but when you’re there? All bets are off the table. He’s got his ears pinned on every word that comes out of your mouth at all times. So, even though he’s got his head turned to the window pretending to give a single fuck about that weird shaped cloud drifting by, he’s really listening to every breath you take and the sweet giggle lilting from your soft lips.
“I’m just happy! I got something new and I wanted to share with you guys to see if you like it. It’s this new perfume I got!” Your smile brightened. The girls ooh’d at your reveal, and Bakugo finally unclenched his fists for the first time in an hour.
Ah. This is what this is about. He’s relieved. He totally wasn’t concerned that you’d talked to someone over the phone that he didn’t hear about he’d make sure to break their fingers if that was the case.
He saw that perfume in the drawer of your bathroom vanity yesterday when he came over to help you study some more more like he forced his way in so he could be close to you while not in the presence of other. It appeared after you’d gone shopping at the nearby outlet mall two days ago. Bakugo had come up with some excuse to the guys on why he had to skip out on video games, as he had more pressing matters to attend to. Like, for instance, tagging along behind you as you pranced around from shop to shop in that cute new sun dress you’d gotten for the current blazing summer heat. You made it beautiful, but that’s because you’re you.
Bakugo had looked up the bottle and all its notes and gave it a whiff, but he could only imagine how your natural scent would make the sweetness come through even more brilliantly. He couldn’t wait to be near you when you finally applied it. Lucky him that today’s the day.
“Does it smell nice on me?” You bring your wrist up to the girls, and Bakugo had to bite down on his lip to keep from screaming. They don’t know how goddamn lucky they are to get that close to you. They don’t even have to try to get you to trust them. How come he has to bust his ass to get you to even sit next to them while you present yourself on a silver platter to others who aren’t even worthy of the air you breathe?
“Mmm~! Yes, it does! It smells quite sweet. I-In a good way, of course!” Momo is the first to comment. He wishes he was over there instead of her.
“Sugary, ribbit. Very nice on you.” Tsu tosses her compliment to you as well.
Mina grabs your wrist and drags it closer to take a deep inhale, “WOW! OMG I love it! What is it?!” She talks like a 2000’s text message on MySpace, but Bakugo can hardly focus on what she says when he sees red at the way she so casually touches you. She should watch her grimy mitts and keep her hands to herself beige she loses a finger. Doesn’t she know how bad she can hurt you?! You’re too kind to these fools.
“Nuh-uh! You have to guess!” You giggle playfully and, suddenly, all the rage previously boiling up in his chest melts away. You always have that effect on him. Like a princess calming a rampaging dragon, your words alone could soothe any number of thrashing beasts or churning seas.
“Hmmmmm,” the girls all collectively ponder.
“That new Megan Thee Stallion one! The sexy one~,” Mina, like always, is the first to mindlessly blurt out an answer.
“What?! Noooo, I wouldn’t wear a sexy one to class! What are you, crazy?” Your cheeks heat up at that insinuation. Bakugo perks up and looks over at your group. He wishes you would. Then he’d know for sure you long for him like he does too. There is no one else you’d wear that for but him. He’s sure of it. He’s the closest guy to you, and he won’t let any of these fuckers get the chance to think that have a shit at his girl.
“Awww, boo. I was hoping you were trying to catch someone’s attention~,” Hagakure pokes fun from behind you.
“It’s too sweet to be that anyways.” Uraraka banters.
“Hmm, perhaps a Chanel? My parents got me the Mademoiselle bottle for Christmas, and I find it to be just brilliant.” Momo smiles to herself.
“Waaay too expensive for my budget. Think cheaper, haha. That does sound lovely though, Momo!” You help the group with a hint.
“Maybe Sol de Janerio? I know you mentioned wanting the 68 from them. Not sure what it smells like though.” Jirou tilts her head.
“You’re all so close! Ahh, I’ll stop holding out. It’s—,” before you can share with the girls, a gravely voice cuts through the conversation.
“That new Lucky Charms one you got the other day, right? Sweet as shit.” Bakugo opens his big mouth before he can stop himself.
The group of girls all turn to him, and he feels himself pale. Shit. He didn’t mean to do that. He’s such an idiot. He just wanted to impress you. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Wow! That’s right, Bakugo! How did you know? I didn’t take you for a fragrance guy.” It hasn’t hit you yet that he can’t even smell you from this distance. All smiles and rainbows. You’re just happy that he played along. Although, after a second, confusion crosses over your face.
“How…did you know I got a new perfume?” A small laugh forces its way out of your throat. You are still smiling, but it is much more pinched now. Like it pains you to think too hard about the incomplete evidence.
He covers his ass quickly with a half assed lie, “You showed me the other night while I was helping you study, moron. Can’t believe you forgot already. Were you that tired after I throw some knowledge into that thick skull of yours?” He pulls his classic ‘are you trying to piss me off with your stupidity?’ look before turning his head down into his notebook. He pretends to write something down. He doesn’t. The page below him is just as open and blank as it was two seconds ago before he nearly got himself caught. It’s true that he helped you study in your dorm, and it’s true that you were exhausted after training. He hopes he made the fib believable.
It’s much more believable than him fessing up to riffling through the drawers in your bathroom, trying to steal a worn out hair tie just because it smelled like you.
The silence hangs in the air for a moment as he watches you from his peripheral vision. You face contorts as you try to recount the day prior. Your eyes flit across the floor as your brain runs itself ragged, obviously trying to find this missing information that he remembers but you don’t. After a second, and obviously coming up empty, you speak.
“Ah. I guess I…forgot about that! Hehe…silly me. Yeah, it’s that’s one. I hope it’s nice.” You shared, still looking at him. He’s not sure if you want him to answer, but he doesn’t.
The girls, taking this as a positive, launch into all sorts of questions—all of them somehow unrelated to the perfume you had asked about originally. Now, they’re all different variations of, “Why was Bakugo in your room?”, “How long have you been studying alone together?”, “How come you didn’t share this with me?!”.
Even though these new questions were all aimed at you, you didn’t have the heart to answer the onslaught. How could you? When the unsettling truth lingered just beneath the surface of a blatant lie that your “best friend” had just told?
You steal a glance at him. He’s glaring right back at you.
Fuck.
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I cooked. I got this idea because I’m wearing the “Lucky Streak” body mist by SNIF right now (the Lucky Charms ones) and I thought “OMG what if Yandere Bakugo snooped in your room and almost outed himself by sharing a little too much information?”
Anyways, I love you guys! Hope you loved this imagine~ I love Bakugo so much, he is forever my man.
It’s my birthday! I wish for all the fictional characters I obsess over to come to life, fall madly in love with me, and screw me within an inch of my life. Then we get married.
I see your yandere cleaners blogs and I beg for a yandere bro santa or corvis please
Too Cold to Run
Yandere Corvus x Reader
Word count: 3.1k
Summary: He bought out your friends and paid off your debts.
Warnings: Kidnapping, gaslighting & manipulation, forced relationship, infantilization, mention of past stalking.
Author's Notes: Corvus was hella hard to write since we know nothing about him.
You crash hard into a filthy puddle, the impact jarring through your teeth.
A hot sting slices across your left cheek as it scrapes the debris. Your knees slam into the grit beneath the dirty water, tearing straight through the fabric of your pants. Blood oozes out, mixing with the cold, muddy water clinging to your skin. Get up, get up, get up, your brain screams. Panting, gasping for air, you frantically scramble onto your hands and knees, dragging your body back up.
You're so close. You have to be. You can't let him catch you here. If you can just stand up, you can still run—
"There you are," the sound of his boots cuts through the quiet. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this district is at night?"
Corvus stands right at the mouth of the alley. His massive coat looms large against the dim streetlights behind him, cutting off the only exit.
He takes a step forward. You flinch violently, pressing your spine into the rough brick.
"Don't look at me like that." Corvus stops dead in his tracks, holding his gloved hands up to show they're empty. He lets out a heavy sigh, looking genuinely wounded by the terror in your eyes. "I’m not going to hurt you. You know I could never do that. But I have to admit... it hurt a little to walk in and find your room empty. I really thought we finally understood each other."
He closes the distance, sinking down onto one knee until he is at your eye level. He reaches out. His gloved thumb gently brushes a smear of muddy water away from the raw scratch on your cheek.
"Look at you, you're shivering," he say. "Let's just go home. We can forget all about this, as long as you promise me we won't do it again."
"Corvus... I can't do this anymore," you whisper, your voice cracking as you grip the damp fabric of your jacket. Your knuckles are entirely white. "I really can't do this anymore. I want to go back."
Corvus doesn't get angry. He only sighs, a soft, almost pitying sound, and tilts his head with a profound sadness.
"Go back to what, exactly?" he asks softly. "Come on, sweetheart. You were so tired before we met, and you know it."
"I was fine," you say, but the words come out as a defensive whisper. You're trembling too hard to yell. "I've always taken care of myself. I made it on my own before you, and I can do it again."
Corvus lets out a humored huff, though his expression remains entirely tender. He takes a half-step closer, his massive coat blocking out the rest of the alley.
"Did you?" he asks, his tone conversational, as if you're just chatting over coffee. "I know how fiercely independent you are. But do you remember when the landlord kept pressuring you over those unfair maintenance fees? When he was threatening to lock you out on the first of the month?"
You swallow hard, the memory hitting you like a physical blow. You remember the panic attacks, staring at your phone in the dark, too terrified to answer his calls.
"Tell me," Corvus encourages. "How much money did you have left in your account that month, sweetheart? Do you remember?”
You grit your teeth, glaring up at him through your wet hair. "That’s none of your business. I was going to figure it out–"
"You had exactly fourteen Galla," Corvus corrects softly. "And then, suddenly... he called you and waived the entire balance. What did you call it when you came crying to me about it?"
Your chest heaves as you try to press yourself flatter against the brick wall. "It was a miracle. He probably just realized he was legally in the wrong."
"And your paperwork?" Corvus continues smoothly, ignoring your protest with a soft smile. "That bureaucratic nightmare with your lease? I hate to think what would have happened if that file had reached the oversight committee. You would have been blacklisted."
Corvus reaches out, his gloved fingers gently tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is light as a feather, but it sends a violent chill down your spine.
You pull your head away from his hand, your knuckles white as you grip your jacket.
"And you took Maya," you hissed, the tears finally spilling over hot against your freezing face. "My best friend suddenly gets a 'dream job offer' on the completely opposite side of the district out of nowhere? My roommate bails on our lease with zero explanation, leaving me stranded? That wasn't a coincidence, was it? You forced them away from me!"
For a long moment, the alley is dead silent. Corvus doesn't deny it. He looks at you, seeing your defiance, your anger, and your exhaustion. The eye tattoo on the back of his head suddenly squinted tight, realizing that words won't convince you tonight.
"Ah," he murmurs. "You really have been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"
He stoops down, offering his gloved hand to you. When you don't take it, he gently but firmly slips his hands beneath your arms, effortlessly helping you to your feet. He adjusts his heavy jacket around your shivering shoulders.
"Come along," he says, guiding you back toward the mouth of the alley where the transport waits in the shadows. "We have a lot to talk about when we get back."
All the way back to the Cleaners' base, the silence inside the car is so heavy that you can clearly hear the rustling fabric of his thick jacket. Corvus doesn't say another word. He simply focuses on driving, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror. But notice he reaches over without a word, turning the car's heater up to high the moment a particularly violent shiver racks your body. You can only stare out the window, realizing how completely helpless you are against this man's invisible web of power.
When he guides you down to his private quarters, the hallways are completely empty—dead silent. He keeps you so deeply buried within the labyrinth of the Cleaners' headquarters that you haven't seen another human face in months. If any rival faction catches wind that the head of the Cleaners has an ordinary, defenseless vulnerability hidden away, you will become the ultimate target before sunrise. Corvus knows that. And his way of protecting you is to hide you so thoroughly that not a single soul among the hundred-plus members of the Cleaners knows you even exist.
He swipes his keycard against the scanner of his private suite. The heavy lock clicks open, and he lightly nudges your shoulder to guide you across the threshold.
The doors close behind you with a heavy thud, sealing you back inside his world.
"Go on in," Corvus murmurs, his palm resting lightly and warmly against your shoulder blade.
The overhead lamps click on, bathing the space in an amber glow. Stripped away from the shadows of the alley, the reality of what you've done catches up to you. You catch your reflection in the full-length mirror near the door and freeze.
You're a mess.
Both of your knees are badly torn up, fresh blood welling through the shredded fabric to mix with the grime and muddy water from the puddle. A scratch tracks across your left cheek, stinging fiercely in the sudden warmth of the room.
You timidly shrink back, trying to hide your trembling legs, but nothing ever slips past him.
Corvus pauses the moment he slips his jacket from your shoulders. His brow furrows, his gaze instantly dropping to the dark stains on your skin.
"Oh, sweetheart... you really took a nasty spill out there, didn't you?" he asks.
He doesn't even wait for you to answer. He just sighs—that quiet, heavy sound that always makes you feel like an absolute child—and walks over to the corner cabinets. When he turns back around holding a sleek medical kit, your stomach does a miserable little flip.
Before you can even think about backing away, his large hands settle on your shoulders. His palms are warm, pressing down just firmly enough to guide you backward until the backs of your knees hit the plush cushions of the sofa. He sinks onto one knee right in front of you, taking up your entire field of vision.
"Hold still for me," he says, wringing out a warm cloth before bringing it to your face.
You wince, instinctively pulling back, but Corvus stops instantly. He leans in, blowing over the raw skin to chase away the sting before you can even cry out. "I know, I know, my love, I'm so sorry," he say. "Just a tiny bit more. I'm being as gentle as I can, I promise."
He was close. Way too close. Every time he breathes out, you caught that bitter scent of dark roast coffee mingled with the crisp, expensive smell of his cologne. It is supposed to be a comforting smell—it used to be, back when your thought he was just a regular, overly helpful guy in your life.
"Look at you... just a moment of impulsiveness, and you've gone and hurt yourself like this," Corvus whispers, using a cotton swab dab with antiseptic to lightly tap the scratch on your cheek. "If I hadn't made it in time earlier, if I had let you wander through that slum... what would have become of you by now?"
After dressing the scratch on your face, he moved down to your knees. Every single one of his movements was precise, nurturing you as if he were handling a piece of delicate porcelain.
"You mentioned Maya's new job earlier," Corvus murmurs, his focus entirely on the wound. "You sound so bitter about it. But tell me..." His tone is entirely reasonable, as if he's genuinely trying to understand a foolish child. "Wasn't Maya say she was terrified of winding up on the streets because she couldn't afford her rent?"
You swallow hard. "Yes, but that didn't give you the right to buy her out of my life—"
"Buy her out?" he interrupts. "Sweetheart, no. I only used my connections to give her the safety net she was praying for. I know it hurts that she’s far away, and I am so sorry for that pain, truly. But would you really have preferred she stay here and struggle, just to keep you company? I know your heart. You’re too kind to ever want that for her."
Your mouth opens to argue, but if you object, he makes it sound like you value your own comfort over your best friend's survival.
"Don't do that," you whisper, blinking back the tears of frustration blurring your vision. "You took her away from me because she was the only person who would have noticed if I went missing!"
Corvus doesn't blink. His expression remains entirely serene, a small, patronizing smile touching his lips as he firmly but gently guides your leg back into his lap to resume wrapping the gauze.
"You're upset, so I'll forgive the cynicism," he says. "But let's look at the facts. Your roommate... do you remember what he was like?"
"He had a gambling problem," you mutter, trying to pull your leg back, but his grip on your ankle is like a vice. "But he was my problem to deal with. Not yours."
"He was a reckless gambler, bringing loan sharks right to the door of the person I love most," Corvus corrects gently, tightening the bandage with care.
A sharp, blinding sting shoots up your leg. You gasp, your entire body jerking back against the sofa as tears prick your eyes.
"Ah, quiet now," Corvus whispers. He doesn't mean to hurt you, but the pain, combined with the suffocating atmosphere, makes your head spin. He keeps his hand firmly on your thigh, holding you in place until the throbbing subsides. "If he stayed, how long do you think it would have been before the loan sharks broke into your apartment? A week? Two?"
"I could have handled it," you lie, your chest heaving as you fight through the residual sting of the wound.
"Yet, you were terrified every time someone knocked on the door, weren't you?" he counters softly. "I simply paid off his debt on the condition that he leaves the district. I saved him, and I saved you from being collateral damage."
He finishes the bandage, pats your knee gently, and finally looks up. Those unblinking owl-eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive.
"Before I stepped into your life, how many hours of sleep were you getting a night?" he asks.
"Four," you whisper, feeling smaller by the second. The scratch on your face stings fiercely under the warmth of the room, a throbbing reminder of how violently you had hit the pavement when you fell. "Sometimes less."
"And how many jobs were you working just to buy groceries and keep the lights on?"
"Three."
"Three what, dear?"
"...I was working three jobs. But I was going to find a better one anyway."
"You were skipping meals, pushing yourself to the absolute brink," he says, his gloved fingers reaching up to lightly trace your jawline. His touch is light as a feather, but it sends a cold shiver straight down your spine. "If you got sick for a single day, you would have been thrown into the streets."
He leans closer, his massive frame blocking out the rest of the room, making him your entire world.
"So tell me..." he coos, his tone almost pitying. "Why are you fighting me? Why did you run out into the street, ruining your clothes and tearing open your skin, just to escape a room where you are completely loved? Do you hate being safe? Do you want to suffer? Or do you just hate that it's me who is providing it for you?"
"I... I just wanted my freedom," you finally sob out, your brain utterly exhausted from trying to untangle his web of words while your body aches from the injury and the failed escape attempt.
Corvus goes quiet.
For the first time since the argument began, he doesn't immediately counter you.
His hand remains resting lightly atop your bandaged knee. The room is silent except for the distant hum of the ventilation system.
"Freedom," he repeats softly.
The word doesn't sound mocking. If anything, it sounds thoughtful.
"Yes."
You reply while wiping furiously at your eyes.
Corvus studies your face for a long moment. Then he looks at you not with anger, but with devastating disappointment.
"May I ask you something?"
You don't answer, that has never stopped him before.
Corvus tilts his head slightly. "When was the last time you were happy before me?"
You open your mouth, yet nothing comes out.
Because your mind immediately betrays you with the endless, gnawing fear that one mistake would be enough to destroy everything. When was the last time you woke up and didn't feel exhausted? When was the last time you ate because you were hungry instead of because it was the cheapest thing available? When was the last time you looked forward to tomorrow, really?
"You don't have to answer." Corvus says, the tattoo on the back of his head shifts subtly beneath his dreadlocks, mirroring his internal sigh. "I know."
You hate that he knows. You hate that he was watching. You hate that part of him is right. You hate, hate, hate, hate—!
"No," you say quickly. "No, that's not true—"
"Sweetheart."
The interruption is soft, almost apologetic.
"You weren't happy," he say, his thumb brushes absentmindedly across the edge of the bandage wrapped around your knee.
He isn't entirely wrong.
But—
"But I was living my own life," you snap.
For a moment, neither of you speak.
Then he lets out a slow breath.
"There it is," his gaze lifts to meet yours, "you think I'm talking about happiness. But that's not what this is about, is it?"
You immediately look away. And that alone is answer enough.
Corvus studies you for several seconds. Then he reluctantly nods.
"No," he says. "You'd rather suffer on your own terms."
You close your eyes. You don't agree with him—not deep down, where the quiet ember of your anger still burns. But your knees are throbbing, your face stings, your clothes are freezing against your skin, and your mind is too heavy to formulate another defense against his flawless logic.
You are just so, so tired, and right now, the pain is too loud. To make the interrogation stop, you let your shoulders slump. You nod your head weakly, letting him think he has won the argument, just so you can rest.
Corvus watches the fight leave your eyes. He recognizes the look. He is a brilliant man—he knows exactly what he is doing. He knows this isn't a normal, healthy relationship. He knows his fixation on your company crosses a terrible line for a leader of the Cleaners.
"Please forgive me, my love," he murmurs, his deep voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "I forget how much you've been through tonight, and here I am interrogating you on the sofa. That was cruel of me."
He reaches up, his gloved hands cupping your face with care. He doesn't press his advantage; instead, his thumbs gently wipe away the fresh tears clinging to your eyelashes, his touch lighter than air as he navigates around the stinging scratch on your cheek.
"You don't have to explain anything else to me tonight," he whispers against your skin, his warm breath contrast to the damp chill in your bones. "We don't need to solve everything right now. Let's get you out of these wet clothes and into a hot bath. I'll take care of everything else."
You don't answer. You let your spine go entirely soft against his palms. You know there was something important you wanted to voice. Something about choice, or dignity. You know there are a hundred things wrong with everything he said.
But then, he leans down. His gloved hands cup your face again, and he presses a kiss to your left eyelid, fluttering against your skin like a moth. As he slips his arms under your knees to lift you, you rest your forehead against his shoulder, eyes shut.
I need Bayverse Bumblebee NOOOOOWWWWW OH MY GOD HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART WHAT THE HELL— (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
Imagine you just go on a late night walk to clear your head or go get a drink from the nearby grocery store, and you don’t tell him you’re heading out. A big mistake. You don’t even make it to the main road before you hear a loud CRASH of something metal tumbling over itself and the shrill squeal of tires following suit back in the direction of your house.
You huff out a sigh, but can’t stop the small curl of a smile—busted.
You hear the powerful rev of an engine zooming up behind you, and in a flash, a flashy yellow Camaro pull up right beside you. Shiny in the moonlight, and looking to be brand spanking new off of the lot this morning. Of course, there’s no person to be seen behind the wheel, but you know there is a driver present.
The radio clicks on, and the smooth yearning voice of Adam Levine crackles out, “Oh, baby, why did you run away?”. “Maps” by Maroon 5. Good song. You miss old Maroon 5. Bee knows that.
“I didn’t run away, Bee, you’re so dramatic,” you giggle. You also make the conscious choice to keep pursuing your quest leading down the paved sidewalk. You like giving him something to chase.
Bee, like the ever faithful partner he is, continues to cruise slowly along side you as you walk. He’s slowly rolling his wheels to keep side by side with you. He must really want you to hear him out. How cute.
“I’m just going to get something to drink from the store, I was gonna be right back. Half hour—tops.” You continue to defend your case, eyes facing forward instead of looking over at the vehicle. He revs his engine with a tonal grunt of frustration, voicing his displeasure at your reasoning.
Bee knows you’re capable, your independence is one of the main things that drew him to like you in the first place. However, he’s mad, and a little offended, right now. In his optics, you’ve just handed him the biggest insult on the face of your planet. I mean, come on—he’s part car, and your lover, and you didn’t ask him to drive you to the store. That’s like saying you don’t want to write your notes on a fresh sheet of lined paper, so you’d rather jot down your thoughts on a used napkin. How shitty is that?!
“My friends are sayin’, “Shut up BZZZ!, just get in the car,” the radio clicks on again, and this time is the sweet voice of JENNIE with a thumping bass accenting the beat of the song from the remix of Tame Impala’s “Dracula”. However, the part where she says her own name is cleverly scratched out, giving the impression that Bee is trying to say your name. As if you needed more of a hint, Bee inches a few feet ahead of you and pops the driver side door open swiftly, blocking your path along the sidewalk.
You obviously stop to not run into the new barrier in your way, but now a real laugh bubbles out of your chest. He’s ridiculous!
“Bee! Please, be reasonable. Let me go! I got this! It’s less than a mile down the road.” You smile, turning your body towards the interior of the car to show him he has your full attention now. You pop your hip out and cross your arms over your chest.
Now, an upbeat, dancing song zings from his speakers, “Baby, let me take you for a ride. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!” Dua Lipa “Levitating” in all its pop glory echoes across the barren dark streets of your neighborhood. You look around at your surroundings. It is a little dark. It would be much faster to drive. You could get back to your house sooner and relax with Bee for longer.
Sigh. I guess he wins this round. Smug bastard.
You pretend to be reaaaal bothered by his persistence, but he can read you like an open book. All your huffs and sighs can’t deny the smile on your glossy lips and the rosy flush on your cheeks. You like him pampering you.
You crouch down slightly, stepping into the freshly air conditioned car, before tossing your purse onto the passenger side seat. You hardly have the time to adjust yourself when your seat belt straps itself tightly over your chest and waist. You gasp out at the sudden sensation. You can’t help but feel the belt squeeze just a smidge tighter when you don’t throw up any complaints about the stricter than usual hold he has on you. The door softly closes beside you, and you feel safe in the cabin of his interior.
“Cheeky, tonight, aren’t we, Bee~?” You tease, snuggling down into his leather seat.
“You are beautiful, like a dream come alive, incredible. A centerfold miracle, lyrical. You saved my life again,” Bee croons out through lovesick delusion. Selena Gomez’s voice answers your question, the song “Love You Like A Love Song” playing in your ears. He’s totally buttering you up, but you won’t deny that sappy charm works on you hook, line, and sinker.
“Okay, okay, I get it hehe. I love you too, big guy. But I actually like this song, so start it from the beginning please,” you press your first two fingers to your lips, and quickly press them to horn on your steering wheel onto the very recognizable Autobot logo. Right where his lips would be.
A very loud rev churns from his engine at your action, and he tears off down the empty street like a bullet firing out of a red hot machine gun. You laugh at his silly antics. He’s such a sap.
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I can’t help it, he’s such a cutie patootie. LIKE OH MY GOOOOODDDDD LET ME SMOOCH YOUR ROBOT FACE. I want a car like him so bad to save me and protect me from evil bad robot guys tehehe 🤭
Also, please forgive me if anything isn’t accurate to the Transformers universe or timeline. I only know the Bayverse movies, and even then I really only watch them for cool CGI and cutie robots I wanna kiss LOLOLOL 😂 Love you guys!
I’ve started watching Witch Hat Atelier and I am deeply infatuated with Qifrey. MORE SPECIFICALLY with the idea of him being a Yandere…he’s so mysterious and morally grey…I feel like he would COOK as a Yandere MWAHAHAHAHAHA.
Everyone, get on that. I’m trying to mush something together in my brain, but it’s late, so I’m going to have to come back to this tomorrow.
More to come later. I love white-haired anime men ugh forever my weakness.
Guys…I need Toji to pin me down, eat me out, and smirk teasingly up at me when I beg him to stop after the third orgasm. I JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE KILLER AT EATING COOCHIE LIKE COME OOOONNN MAMAGURO KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP.
Matter of fact, bring her fine ass into this as well. EVERYONE GETTING SOME OF THIS PUNANI TONIGHT.
Mind you, this was all inspired by this TikTok. ⬇️ HE’S JUST SO FINE I UUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH—
IMAGINE—tears in your eyes, sobbing, hella overstimulated. He’s been going at it for TOO LONG, your pussy is just numb until he flicks his tongue again and again over your pearl.
The first orgasm was welcomed and encouraged with yelps of pleasure. The second one brought satisfaction and bliss. By the third one, your stomach was cramping from the onslaught of electricity coursing through your nerve endings.
It didn’t help you couldn’t squirm away even if you tried, your back was squished right against Mamaguro’s own soft body. Her sweet, syrupy tone and gentle coaxing was a staggering contrast to the depravity and brutish force Toji was inflicting on your poor kitty.
Her hands graze your breasts, squeezing rhythmically with each moan of excitement that slipped from her lips. Seeing her favorite girl so utterly broken and pleading from the ministrations of her husband was a treat she happily indulged in whenever possible. Her glossy lips smooch up and down your bare neck, leaving a shimmering, sticky trail leading all the way back to your redden, puffy cheeks. As you babble senselessly, she hushes your wavering tone with two kisses to the corners of your lips, before finally sealing the deal with a passionate embrace of your two lips together. You melt into her softness with a heaving sigh, tears still dripping past your closed eyes but her touch comforted you in more ways than could be said.
Her touch grew more intense as she brought her fingers up to your nipples and pinched them. You hummed unexpectedly into her mouth, but that weakness only allowed her to slip her tongue past into your wet mouth and tease around your own tongue in a flirty dance. She punched harder and tugged a little, still her sweet self but trying to be more daring for her sweet girl—and it was bliss incarnate.
Distracted, you weren’t expecting to feel a harsh bite on your inner thigh. You jumped at the pain, pulling away unconsciously from the beautiful black-haired woman in front of you. A loud whine escaped your throat, as you looked down at the man between your plush thighs.
Scarred lips quirked up in a smug expression as he stared you right in the eye as he brought his lips right around your clit again and sucked hard. You practically screamed at the sensitivity, reaching your hand down to try and push his head away from his hellish ministrations. He reacted poorly to that. He grabbed your outstretched arm by the wrist, pinning it down against the bed.
“Uh-uh, baby,” he spoke in a chilling tone voice, “You wanted this, so this is what you’ll get. All of us.”
He proceeded to shove your thighs high on top of his shoulders, lean his torso closer towards you so your pussy was an easy view for his lovely wife. Always gotta take care of both his ladies.
Diving down, he dug in with no mercy. Precise licks to your clit, ducking down to your hole to tease around the rim before shoving his tongue inside your wetness, and all the way back up. He didn’t need to spell his name with his tongue. You were already his, so what’s the use in reiterating something that was already well known? Plus, it’s shit technique.
He sucked, and pulled with his teeth. It stung a bit, but the pain made you moan louder. He knew just the right amount of pain to use to boarder the pleasure line.
Mamaguro was quick to not let you forget about her.
“Come here, baby. I know, he’s being so mean to you. Don’t worry, Mommy’s here.” She coddled you indefinitely. Though her words were kind, she sunk her hand against the back of your head and pulled you in rather roughly. It seems she was just as eager to get at you as you were with her.
Wet, sticky heat was all you could feel around you. Your mind spun with all the whirlwind of crazy happening to and around you. At some point, Toji had started using his fingers to further overwhelm you. As they pump inside you, your brain slips deeper into mush. You were struggling around his thick digits, and it didn’t help that he was currently kneading three inside of your hole right now as he licked all around your pussy and ass. Mamaguro had taken off her soft sweater and bra, exposing her own breasts to the air, and lead your head towards her left boob. Unwilling to miss this chance, you happily indulged in the woman’s love. She whimpered at your suckling, grasping your own hand with her and guiding it to her other neglected breast.
You couldn’t be more in love than you were right now at this moment. Fucked out and blissfully far from all the troubles that had previously ailed you.
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Okay that was psycho LOLOLOLOLOL 😭😂 BUT THE DEMONS HAD TO BE LET OUT. I feel like this is one of the first times I have posted real smut. HOORAY!
I need those two so badly it is not funny. I NEED A BIG STRONG HUNK IN MY LIFE AND A BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS WOMAN TO KISS ME AND MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. My greed knows no bounds fr.
Guys I just wrote something on this fuck ass app about Toji and Mamaguro going down on Reader and I posted it and it disappeared into the ether…I’m beyond furious.
THE ONE FUCKING TIME I DON’T SAVE WHAT I WROTE DOWN ON A SEPARATE DOC!
I’m actually livid, it was so good too. Man…kill me. I just want my coochie ate by those two baddies.
You know what, I’m so pissed off that I’m gonna rewrite it ALL AGAIN and post it. Fuck you, Tumblr, you can’t stop my rage and horniness. I AM PERSISTENT.
To Google Docs I go where it will ACTUALLY save my shit.
Guys I just wrote something on this fuck ass app about Toji and Mamaguro going down on Reader and I posted it and it disappeared into the ether…I’m beyond furious.
THE ONE FUCKING TIME I DON’T SAVE WHAT I WROTE DOWN ON A SEPARATE DOC!
I’m actually livid, it was so good too. Man…kill me. I just want my coochie ate by those two baddies.
I need Dabi to be psycho yandere over me. I’m talking NUTS, just completely batshit over me. Can’t even fathom tearing down hero society without me being by his side type beat.
That would hot af. NEED THAT COOKIE BIBLICALLY.
Anyways, hope you guys are having a fabulous night. I’m sitting in my room thinking about how I wish Dabi would come in, whisk me away, and never let me go no matter how much I struggle. 👍
katsuki n longing looks,,,,im telling yall the man is fuckin optimus prime yearner i promise you on everything. he will literally sit there staring at you longingly for minutes on end as long as he doesn't get caught(and he gets pissed when he gets interrupted. mind you) a whole fuckin romance movie ost is playing in his head rn and he will not even fix his mouth to tell you how he feels about you ever. even WORSE if he knew you in childhood n yall still aint together somehow there was absolutely a time in his life where he tried to DENY IT. point in laugh in his face yall
he'll sit there and look at you with the softest look imaginable will talk to you soft so sweet so unlike when he's barking at everyone else his voice is genuinely soothing and its only with you but oh noooo how dare you imagine he has a crush on you you loser. meanwhile he's fuckin observing your every move and writing poems in his head
pining!childhood friend katsuki doesn't call you by your name. and it's not even just bc he does the same with everyone else where it's like a name related to your quirk. that's half of the explanation anyways, but the real reason is because when he was a kid he used to write your first name with his last name or vice versa constantly in a note book to see what it'd sound like and you caught him one time and he got so spooked he blew up the page. so now he cant even think about your name without getting embarrassed
bestfriend!kita who malfunctions like a robot as soon as he sees you
fluff
the inarizaki volleyball team is convinced that kita is a god, or at the very least, a robot sent from the future to keep them from destroying the gym. he doesn’t fumble, he doesn’t panic, and he certainly doesn’t get flustered.
until you walk into the gym carrying a box of freshly made, homemade bento lunches for the team.
“ah, y/n!” atsumu yells, immediately dropping his ball and sprinting toward you like a wild animal. “did ya make the sweet tamagoyaki i asked for—”
before atsumu can even reach you, a hand plants itself firmly in the center of his face, shoving him backward. kita steps directly between you and the twins, his posture perfectly straight, though his eyes are fixed intently on the box in your hands.
“miya, pick up your ball and finish your drills,” kita says, his voice flat, but there’s a strange, tight tension in his shoulders.
“aw, come on, kita, we’re just hungry—” osamu starts, but shuts up the second kita turns his gaze toward him.
kita turns back to you, taking the heavy box from your arms with absolute care. his fingers brush against yours, and for a split second, the unflappable captain completely freezes. his eyes wide a fraction, and a bright, unmistakable blush spreads across his cheekbones.
“thank you, y/n,” he says, his voice a little softer than usual. “you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble for them. i’ll make sure they eat every bite. and... i’ll walk you home after i finish cleaning up.”
atsumu squeaks from behind him, whispering loudly to his brother, “osamu... did ya see that? the robot just glitched.”
🥹💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Omg this is so cutie, I adore this oneshot!!! Makes me giggle and blush and start kicking my feet when I come across adorable Haikyuu fluff.
I've always wanted to write a proper horror siren au!!!!
(warnings: yandere, dark, past implied deaths, etc etc)
Life at the lighthouse was a solitary one. Most days consisted of your trustworthy radio blaring out whatever was the most popular. Not many visited your little island. You were always a loner, so you didn't mind the lack of human contact. The pay for occasionally shifting gears around was pretty good. You could do this forever as long as you followed the rules.
Rule number one: never abandon your post.
Rule number two: never shut off the lighthouse.
Rule number three: never get into the water.
The first two were reasonable. The last one perplexed you for the first few days. The island hosted a scenic beach, filled with white sand and blue water. Taking a dip in the ocean after a long day sounded harmless.
And then, those things came along.
Strikingly beautiful. Glistening hair and skin. Bright eyes. Sharp teeth. Fins and scales all over their bodies. Long tails that move powerfully through the water. Utterly inhuman.
Two of them. They knew your language, perhaps through eating whoever you replaced-whoever hadn't followed the rules.
You learned their names unwillingly.
Satoru was the more playful of the two. He'd coo and titter whenever the moon was full and luminous, illuminating the darkened waters. He's more talkative out of the duo. His smile is filled with fangs, eager for a bite as he speaks to you with coaxing words, begging you to come out into the water.
Suguru is more docile, at least, that's what you initially assumed. His voice is quiet, deep, and gentle. His words and eyes are patronizing. He looks at you like he's almost impressed you've lasted this long with them in the waters.
You are the longest lighthouse resident. You haven't quit or 'disappeared' into the sea. You think your resistance for staying this long is something they are quietly influenced by. These recent months, something has changed between them. They look at you less like you're a meal and more like...you don't want to think about it for too long.
Their only redeeming quality is their singing: Low and soft and sweet. Utterly enchanting and beautiful like a well-refined orchestra. You know the song they play is for you, so you can inch closer to the water, let them pull you into their depths. Some nights, you turn off your radio and listen to their melodies.
The lighthouse hinders them somehow. It stops their music from fully entrancing you and forcing you to follow their song into the sea. At least, that's what the notes from the past residents tell you-the only remnant left of their presence.
You follow their teachings. You never abandon the lighthouse, you never shut it off, and you never dare to go into the water.
You were preparing another bland dinner when you saw her from your cabin.
She was bobbing just on the surface of the water. You stare at the glimpses the ocean gives you. Glimpses of brown hair. No fins. No scales that dazzled under the moonlight.
A human.
A human drowning.
You waste no time. You fly out the cabin with a ring buoy firmly tucked underneath your arm. The wind rushes past your face as you race to the sea. You run and run as questions swirl through your head. How did a human girl get out here? How was she still alive? Was there a shipwreck you weren't aware of?
How long did you have until those two noticed she's also out there?
You stop right at the shallow cliff, right where the water laps at the rocks. You yell to grab her attention before you through the ring buoy.
"Grab on!" You urge, wildly looking back and forth in the water. The ocean was silent. Those creatures weren't out there.
Or maybe they were waiting for the right moment.
Her hand snags on the firm ring and she grabs at it. Good. At least she has some strength left.
"Help." Her voice is soft and almost drowning within the ocean. "Please help me."
"You're okay." You try to assure, hoping your voice is calm and not completely frazzled. "Just come closer. I got you."
She was seconds away from being dragged inside by sharp claws, but you didn't want to make her panic anymore than she already was. You didn't think. The buoy floats closer and she reaches out her hand to yours. Thoughtlessly, you mirror her. You try to swipe at her hand, wanting to bring her up to safety. You grasp at her finger, barely managing to touch her palm.
The lighthouse began its next rotation at that moment. The light drifted over the ocean, over the rocks, over the cliff, and over her.
Whatever mirage she puts on herself melts away.
No part of her is human–you doubted she ever was. Fins frame either side of her face. Golden brown eyes stare straight into your soul.
You stagger back, falling on the grass as you crawl away from the monster. Her visage changes as soon as she picks up on your terrified expression. You watch as you inspect the hand you touched.
“That’s a shame, I almost had you.” She sighs, the tremor in her voice gone. Now her tone is bored, laced with the tiniest hint of amusement.
“You’re so soft.” She breathes out, before her gaze locks back onto yours. “I wonder how other parts of you feel.”
The adrenaline withers from your veins. You helplessly stare at her as the other two show up. Of course they were around. They were just waiting to drop the charade.
“You were so close, Shoko!” Satoru chirps, utterly thrilled by the trick.
“It was just a matter of bad luck.” Suguru agrees, casting his gaze onto your limb form. He tilts his head.
“For whatever reason, this one always has the ability to get away at just the right moment. Very irritating.” He smiles with glinting teeth. He loves it. He loves the game he plays with you every night.
You grit your teeth. “Fuck you.” You hiss at all three of them. Your harsh words couldn’t snuff out the tremor in your voice. It does nothing. If anything it eggs them on, considering how widely Satoru smiled.
“You’re so cute.” He awed, like you were some hissing kitten.
They were all sick. Inwardly, you curse at yourself for being so stupid. There was never a human drowning. You were an idiot for letting yourself think it was anything but a trick. Like they would ever miss their chance for an easy meal.
You shakingly get to your feet and make your way back to your cabin. Satoru whines at your retreat.
“Leaving so soon?” He calls. “Come back, let’s talk some more!”
“Don’t you want to get to know your new friend?” Suguru calls out. You ignore him.
You don’t have to worry about them, you tell yourself over and over again. As long as you follow the rules, you’ll never disappear. You can make it through your post as long as you follow the rules.
“The lighthouse won’t hold up forever.”
That makes you stop.
Shoko grins at your hesitance.
“It’s old.” She shrugs. “Anything can happen: a bad storm, broken circuits, or…it’ll just go out one day. That’s how we got the others.”
You stare at her. She never breaks her gaze.
“Don’t worry. You’re not like the others.” Her teeth glint. “When we finally have you, we’ll keep you.”
You run. You don’t stop until you’re back in the cabin. Your breaths are ragged and heavy as you latch the door shut behind you, barricading yourself. It’s a false sense of safety. The only real security was the lighthouse.
You stare up at the lighthouse as it towers over your meager cabin. The light was swirling and strong. She was lying to you. She was messing with you–trying to put meaningless paranoia in your head. The lighthouse has been standing for nearly a century. It was always there. You constantly checked its circuitry and fixed up whatever seemed the slightest bit out of order. It was just another trick.
Their song starts up again. You could hear a new voice added to the chorus. Their voices were just as beautiful and enchanting as all the other days.
Omg this was so fun! 😍🥰💋 I absolutely love your idea of these three!!! You write them as yanderes soooo yum, I’m itching for more hehehe~. Can’t wait to read more from you.
And them being sirens is just so RAAAAGGHHHHH I wanna kiss them LOLOLOL. TAKE ME—okay, I’m done 🤪
