Fuckboy Shidou! Who made it his mission to get every living, breathing female creature on campus to scream his name in pleasure. Getting his dick wet in every hole they offered until graduation.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was about 80 % there already. Even having managed to stick his cock into the hot exchange professor after class once. To everyones suffering, he still brags about it.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's so into it, he even made a list of names that are still missing to achieve his perverted little goal. And your name sticks out like lightning to him.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who tries to make deliberate advances towards you at the next party. Only to get his ego bruised when you decline all of them with a simple ‘Not interested. Sorry.’ and a shrug of your shoulders.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who flirts with the secretary to get your timetable and sits a few rows behind you in your classes instead of attending his own and follows you around town when you're out meeting friends, just to get a feel for what you like.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get over someone saying no to his charm and starts courting you to the point he forgets all about other girls.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who finally gets you to say yes to a date. Only to realize that he doesn't have any clue on how to prepare something like that. How was he supposed to impress you enough you'd let him into your pants?!
Fuckboy Shidou! Who seemingly did manage to impress you enough to have you sprawled in his sheets the same night. Completely impressed by the way you can keep up and match his freak.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get enough of you and your sweet body. The way your desperate begging and pleas for more, turn into whimpers of his name with your trembling legs locked around his hips even though you say it's too much.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was never one for giving oral. Not seeing the point in wasting his limited time with a chick on something he doesn't get any stimulation from when his dick always seemed plenty enough to get them to limp out of his room satisfied. But who then is greedily licking in between your thighs, never wanting to stop tasting.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was so intent on throwing you out in the morning, like every other girl, but finds himself pulling you closer into his chest on instinct when the first rays of sunshine hit his eyes.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets made fun of by his whole frat for finally succumbing to one simple girl after strutting downstairs with hickeys, bite marks and scratches all over his shirtless self.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who takes his friends' comments as an insult to your striking beauty, your perfect body and overwhelmingly tight cunt and is ready to throw punches at his mates for it. They just don't understand.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets all tense when your smaller hand finds his and whose ears turn a bright red at how you stand there in just his shirt, rubbing your tired eyes and mumbling something about breakfast.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's tugging you along out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, grunting in displeasure over his own stupid behavior and muttering something about showing everyone who's boss. His mates are still dying in a fit of laughter as he pounds you into the mattress again for good measure.
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you show him and he actually shuts up for once. his fingers ghost over your ribs, slow, almost tender. “mein engel… you really carved me into you?”
he kisses the ink, breath warm on your skin. “good. this makes you mine in a way no one can rewrite.”
alexis ness — inner ankle
he drops to his knees instantly, hands cupping your ankle like you’re fragile glass. “my… name?” he whispers, voice tiny. he smiles— soft, glowing.
“thank you.” he kisses the tattoo once, shy but warm. “i’ll be worth it. i promise.”
hiori yo — shoulder
you pull your shirt aside and he freezes. “you did this… for me?” his fingers hover until you nod, then he traces the edge delicately.
“you’re too kind,” he murmurs, cheeks faintly pink. “i’ll treasure this. and you.”
barou shohei — lower stomach
you lift your hoodie and he stiffens like you hit him. “the hell— why’s my name there?” he mutters, red creeping up his neck. he still kneels, though, hand firm on your waist as he examines it.
“looks good,” he grumbles. then quieter: “keep it just for me.”
niko ikki — forearm
he blinks so hard his glasses slip. “you… tattooed *me*?” his voice cracks. he takes your arm with both hands, thumbs brushing the ink carefully. “i’m honored,” he says, barely above a whisper. “i’ll keep becoming someone worthy of this.”
lavinho — hip dip
he gasps dramatically at first, hand to heart. “princesa! you truly adore me!” but then he goes gentle— rare, warm— as he kneels and traces the tattoo with soft fingers.
“you look incredible with my name.” he presses a gentle kiss beside it. “thank you.”
kunigami rensuke — shoulder blade
his eyes widen when you turn around to show him. “that must’ve hurt,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away. he touches the skin lightly, thumb warm over the ink.
“i’m… honored,” he says quietly. “more than i can say.”---
chigiri hyoma — wrist boney
ou flash your wrist and he instantly goes soft. “you shouldn’t have…” he whispers, but he’s smiling— bright, relieved, pink-cheeked. he lifts your hand and kisses the tattoo, gentle as silk. “thank you. truly.”
aryu jyubei — side of the thigh
you show him and he practically sparkles. “mon trésor… what impeccable taste!” he kneels, dragging a graceful finger along the ink. “my name has never looked so exquisite.” he kisses it— slow, elegant— like he’s blessing it. “perfection.”
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Thinking about yandere man that you thought you would be safe from if you keep your distance, but nope. You're always his, no matter what you do.
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A pause.
Something that you shouldn't do. The sky is already dark ever since you're running away from that cottage. You should be.
Gasps and tears already wore you down by a lot. He will catch you if you didn't move your feet faster and faster. You tried hiding before, but he caught you immediately.
In the cottage, in the basement, in the attic.
You hide, waiting for him to at least leave before run but you failed. He saw through everything and brings you back to the bedroom. You hate it. You hate him, you wanted to leave ever since.
You shouldn't be here.
"Ah—" A branch makes you stumble your steps and you fall face and hands first. The ground scratch your hands, and the mud soiled your face without even a single care.
You wouldn't mind that too, as long as he's not here with. Slowly standing up, you decided that it's time to run faster.
Bang
You heard it before you could even react. All you feel is your left leg is in pain. Blood spills and soaks the end of your dress.
"What a pitiful little dove. Ya sure ya try harder?"
In the end, he's always there. He slowly walks to reach you. He puts away his gun somewhere that you couldn't care where, and he grip your hair so hard that your scalp feels the burn.
"Let's go back to where we belong, my dove."
-
Was it wrong to dislike someone without a reason?
People might say it's such a bad thing, you can't do that and people are just a bitch when they're hating on a good person. Good? You wasn't sure about that. You dislike— no. You hate that man.
He's someone that wasn't even on the same level as you. Life, money, relationship, whatever it is. He's more and more, and you're just you. You only knew him in college since you two took a class together.
He knows you hate him on the first time your eyes laid on him.
Hate is a strong word, he thinks.
But to you, it is a perfect word to describe it.
There's nothing wrong with the man himself, it's just, you got this weird feeling when you see him. You don't want him near you, breathing the same air as you or even let him look at you.
He feel it.
And that's your second mistake.
He wanted to know why, as starter. Everyone likes him while you don't. Soon, it turns into a war in his mind since he wanted to befriend you. When you hate the idea, he decided to go above and beyond.
You hate the idea too, so that's your third mistake. You should just act that you like him. As if friends.
Yet, you can't help but scoff when you see his face. He dislike that too.
So it turns into an obsession. A twisted thinking and action that he did. He wants you to accept him, like him, be someone close to him. He scared you that way and you leave without a trace. That irks him. How can you be like that? Leaving him hanging while he's already addicted to you?
When he sees you again, all pretty and dressed up during an event related to his family as a guest, he just can't let you leave.
He pull a string that he once put on your neck a few years ago and that's how you ended up on his bed that night. On the next day, you tried to leave. Tried is the action.
You can't, unfortunately.
Everything starts to fall into their place— his words, not yours.
When you bang his face with his phone and tried running, he outrun you, pulling you by leg back to the bedroom that you hate.
He's being serious about making you lose everything so that he could make you rely on him, forever. That idea makes you puke on the spot. He's not angry, but smile happily upon your reaction.
A reaction that he never see from before. He intends to get anything he can get from you, any reaction, emotionally, physically or verbal.
You were taken away from your family and friends. A great life you once look forward to live in turns into a pit of darkness. You can't see any light in it and you can't move, too scared to move. You might fall deeper and deeper and the scariest part is that you might not come back to life.
At first, he tried to be the sweetest. You recoiled upon his touch, scared and disgusted. You hate him more than you ever had.
When trying to be the sweet, perfect gentleman didn't get him to where he wanted, that's when he turned abusive.
He took what he wanted in one night. His kiss feels like a fire to you, as if he lit a cigarette and push it right into your mouth. It's disgusting and beyond humanity.
Moving to the cottage is actually his own idea as he hate the idea of you staring down from the 48th floor of his spacious house. You seen a lot of people which gave you hope to run away from that.
He hates that.
"Where are we going?" One night, you ask since he's packing not only his clothes but yours too.
"Away from the people, my dove."
You dislike the travelling process.
He makes sure you passed out before driving real far. You don't know where you are, whether you're in the same state or not, you don't know. The idea is intense and scary, knowing that he's totally serious.
Everything is tree. Birds surround the area, watching you. If you stare too hard, you might as well took their gaze as pity. Perhaps mocking you. Your pitiful mistakes turned you into this.
"Here, my dove. Now, we're officially husband and wife."
That's so sick. You see a pair of rings and he's about to grab your hands.
"No. No way. Leave me alone! Why, why the hell would you do this to me? You're fucked up in the head! Why you do this to me? Why me!" You push his hands away from you. The idea of married to him is far the worst punishment the God could give you, apart from him burning you with his sickening touch.
He scowl, eyes turning dark and that's your other mistake that you could've even bothered counting anymore.
He didn't explain, other than grabbing you by chin and pushing your back to the door that you just entered.
"Give everythin' to me. Anything. I want everything from ya. As long as it's from ya, I don't care if it's cruel words, sobbing and tears, pain, sweat, blood— I thrive in that, my dove. Believe me when I said that. If ya ain't giving me shit, I'll take it from ya by force."
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He's always true to his words.
After that incident, you do think you can't move your legs freely anymore. He cut you so that you need to rely on a cane to walk— or him. The latter is what he preferred anyway.
He's humming something in the kitchen while you're sitting at the dining table, so much for waiting for him.
No expression, nothing else.
Yet, if he didn't like it, he will soon do something to make sure to elicit a reaction from you.
"Ya good, dove? Today's your favourite. I'll make sure to always add extra love for ya."
You can't even pretend this is normal.
Yet, it makes you thinking.
His hand is holding a spoon, ensuring the soup he made is not too hot for you to consume.
What if you fake everything?
Your mouth slowly open, as he feed you oh so happily.
What if you acted friendly and be boring? So boring that you blended well with the girls he only scoffs at because they grind close enough to him because he's handsome and successful?
"Good girl. One more."
The soup taste good, but it turned bitter when it reaches your throat. Still, you smile. Acting like this is what you feel. Happy. Wanting him to be gentle to you, to leave you alone.
His laugh scared you, since it come right after your fake little smile.
"I would always keep ya with me. Entertaining, never boring. Even if ya act like those bitches who wore those fancy perfumes, too tight clothes and shit, I'll still get ya. I will get ya, dove." Another feed coming.
Maybe, it's your mistake to think that acting like that would make him leave you alone. You're destined to be like this, as if fate would do anything to tie you two down together, either you like it or not.
Stepbrother!Rin Who still isn't used to living with a girl and having to call her sister. He hates how he's expected to look out for you and make sure you find some friends at school, how you take up the bathroom for hours and how annoyingly loud you whine whenever he wants to watch a football match and you your stupid trash TV. He never asked for a younger sibling, a fucking girl no less! As if his stupid brother wasn't enough to deal with already!
Stepbrother!Rin Who ignores you to the best of his abilities. He doesn't answer you in the hallways at school when you ask him what class he has next, walks past you in the cafeteria when you wave at him and rolls his eyes every time he comes downstairs for dinner and is greeted with your bright smile and shining eyes. He knows you're trying to be nice and play happy family, but he's not interested in it. He only cares about one thing and that's football.
Stepbrother!Rin Who has to carry you all the way home on his back after you sprained your ankle in PE. He's annoyed by your little sniffles right next to his ear and your tears staining his shirt as you cling to his shoulders with your face buried in the curve of his neck. Or at least he's annoyed until he sits you down on the large sofa in the living room area and wipes your tears away before bandaging up your foot carefully. You are kinda pretty...if you like the stupid bimbo type of girl that is—which he is completely immune to obviously.
Stepbrother!Rin Whose eyes flutter open in the middle of the night just to see you crawling into his bed. He wants to tell you off, but doesn't find it in himself when you start telling him about a very scary nightmare and how you can't fall asleep during the storm raging outside, how glad you are to have him here to protect you... He didn't ask or wanted to know, but now that you're here, he's pulling you closer by the waist and tells you to be quiet and go to sleep before he kicks you out.
Stepbrother!Rin Who tells himself he's just doing his job as an older brother to not get yelled at by his father when he scares off the guys approaching you with just one deadly stare or takes your hand into his to drag you after him so you don't get run over by a car on your way home because a stupid stray cat distracted you.
Stepbrother!Rin Who's stunned into silence, hands awkwardly hovering in the air near your hips, when you climb into his lap while he watches football and whine about switching channels for some stupid reality show you need to watch. What stuns him even more is the fact he puts it on for you without protest as his hands settle on your body and he pulls you into his chest. He even gets invested in the romantic drama displayed on TV, masking genuine curiosity behind petty questions and a click of his tongue.
Stepbrother!Rin Who first notices that something isn't right when he pops a huge boner after accidentally walking in on you changing. You had just taken a bath, standing in front of your closet and contemplating for the past 5 minutes if you should wear shorts or a skirt. The image of your luscious curves in barely any fabric is branded into the back of his mind when he takes care of his little problem in the bathroom—the cold shower wasn't nearly as satisfying as nutting it out later that evening.
Stepbrother!Rin Who does serious research in all things girls, boys and relationships in hopes to find any other explanation than physical attraction towards his stepsister as a reason for his desires to bend you over the kitchen counter, hike your skirt up and fuck that silly smile from your face. He can't bear it anymore, your pretty eyes and the echo of your stupid giggles has been replaying inside his head for days now.
Stepbrother!Rin Who questions if your clinginess and need of attention is stemming from the same filthy urges that he secretly craves. Would you sit in his lap if you didn't want to grind against his hard-on? Would you cuddle up to him every night if you didn't like the way his morning wood kept pressing between your ass cheeks? Why would you wear little to nothing around the house 24/7 if you didn't want him to stare at your perfect tits and make him imagine his teeth sinking into the perky mounts on each side?
Stepbrother!Rin Who has trouble looking into his father's eyes and only gives short, one word answers to direct questions during the rare occasion of family dinners, because he thinks his father will see right through him. His cold, distant behavior seems so perfectly normal to his father that he doesn't even notice a thing, but you do and he only stops brooding in self-pity when you hug him from behind and ask if he's okay.
Stepbrother!Rin Who's jerking it to the innocent pictures of you in his camera roll (like he does every night now). Tears burn in his eyes from the amount of shame he's feeling for being this disgusting, but the sheer desperation for you is growing stronger and stronger and his teeth clench down hard on the fabric of his pulled up shirt to stifle his pathetic noises.
Stepbrother!Rin Who didn't expect you to enter his room this early tonight as you caught him right in the act of cumming all over his stomach—panic sinks in immediately as he scrambles up and tries to explain himself.
Stepbrother!Rin Who goes completely silent when you lay down between his still spread legs, pushing his shirt out of the way and start to lick up the cum from his abdomen like it's cupcake frosting. It makes his cock spring into action again at the way you blink up and smile so cutely. He can't believe you're actually just as depraved and sick in the head as him and who is he to deny his little sister the one thing that they both have been craving from the start?!
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Stepbrother Kaiser! Who thinks he has this weird obsessive claim on you because you are his darling baby sister. He tells everyone that he's not weird, just protective. Like a good older brother should be.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who takes you to a brother-sister trip downtown for "bonding time" as soon as he has a day off. His usual passive aggressive demeanor and the commands he barks over the field have simmered down for the day to a point where his teammates get worried.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who sulks the whole train ride because a few guys of the team had the great idea to accompany you two. This is not how he imagined spending his precious time with you!
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who hates how bright your laughter sounds when it's directed towards Bachira instead of him, hates how invested you seem to be in the conversation with Nagi about a game he recently bought and how Isagi's hand steadies you instinctively when you stumble.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who takes you to the nail salon first. Full manicure and pedicure while he's picking the length, form and color of your nails, even telling the staff where to put the little rhinestones he chose to perfect the look.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who's dragging you from one store to the next, holding clothing choices against your frame with high concentration. He's discussing brands, colors, fits and sizes with the staff as if you're nothing more than his little doll to dress.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who has every single person around you thinking he's your boyfriend. He has the staff giggling about his generosity and handsome looks and girls on the street taking second looks as he guides you carefully through the crowd with a steady hand against the small of your back. He's not even trying to hide the way his chest puffs out in pride.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who makes you sit in his lap as soon as you arrive back home. His favorite time of the day, just you and him with nobody to interrupt. Having you ramble about your day as you face him, your weight against his thighs and small hands resting on top of his shoulders.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who really can't help himself from letting his face bury into your neck, his nose brushing against your pulse point and breathing you in, noticing that you wear the perfume he gifted you for Christmas. He knew his favorite mix of spices would compliment you splendidly.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who tells himself it's completely normal to feel the burning heat curl like smoke inside his stomach whenever he has you like this. His fingers are constantly flexing and twitching against your hips and his lips are trailing along your jawline as he raps out mundane questions against your warm skin just to hear you talk more.
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who's eyebrows furrow in something between worry and anger when you start babbling about a boy in class that likes you. Nobody should show interest in his little sister like that and you definitely shouldn't start having crushes on boys that aren't him!
Stepbrother Kaiser! Who immediately flips you over and presses your back into the soft mattress beneath, hovering above you. If you think you can just grow up into a little whore, he will make sure you know exactly how girls like you are treated in this cold, harsh world. After all, educating his little sister is what a big brother should do.
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Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who is the one to break up with you. Over text. A simple message of 'it's over' on a Friday night, because he couldn't be bothered to hear you wailing about it. He has better things in front of him to pay attention to—in fact, two very big things that belong to a blonde bimbo from art class.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who is sure you will get over it and he won't miss it. A man like him was never meant to be tied down in the first place and you knew what you were getting into when things between you developed.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who feels awful the next day and it's not just the hangover. The sex was bad, the stupid blonde chick hard to get rid of and all he wants to do right now is lay his head against your stomach and tease you for the growling noises of hunger before ordering from your favorite udon place.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who really has the audacity to do just that and call you with the intention of making up and making out. He's confused because your phone is off, calls and messages not going through, but just shrugs his shoulders before downing another half empty can of beer he finds on his floor. He will just talk to you on Monday...
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who's coming up to surprise you from behind in front of your locker on Monday morning—his arms wrapped tight around your waist and his chin resting heavily on your shoulder as he places a kiss to your cheek and laughs. He's stunned when he receives a harsh shove and a slap to the face in return instead of your playful complains.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who follows you like a pet his owner the whole way across campus. At first he's still chuckling about you 'not being like that' and that 'he wasn't serious about breaking up at all', about how 'you should know him better than this' and that it was 'just a joke'. By the end he's the one whining and begging, basically clinging to your legs and praying to God (you). He's telling you he'll make it up and that he'll change and things like this will never happen again. He just receives another shove and a kick in his stomach from you before you enter class.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who still doesn't leave you alone. He can't. He's not even embarrassed by how desperate he looks, how pathetically he has to beg and how much effort he has to put into big romantic gestures. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of his life. He can't eat, he can't sleep, he can't even shoot the ball in a straight fucking line, even less a goal!
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who walks you to every class despite getting ignored by you. He buys you lunch and holds a seat for you, but you just get in line and buy your own before sitting elsewhere. He makes a cheesy, very detailed confession through the speakers for the whole school to hear that has you drag him away and scream at him to stop this bullshit, leave you alone and that you never wanna see or hear from him again as tears roll down your cheeks.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who's heartbroken but gets the message. He fucked up. In all the ways a man can fuck up in life. It's his fault and his fault alone. He leaves you alone afterwards.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who can't stop himself from the lingering looks in the hallways, the longing to hold you close before midterms because he knows you will freak out over it and the deep yearning to make you feel happy and loved again. He still looks out for you without your knowing—he makes sure you get home safe when studying until the sun has set, makes sure nobody talks shit about you and that every guy you come in contact with knows to treat you right or else.
Ex boyfriend!Shidou Who despite all that doesn't grow up. He drowns his sorrow in frat parties, cheap liquor and bad sex with women whose skin never quite feels just right beneath his palms. At least he can pretend it's you when he's high enough—eyes closed to picture your face and ears ringing to muffle whatever annoying noises fall from the lips of the stranger in his bed.
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