Note: Usually yanderes aren’t willing to share their darling with the world, they’d rather keep them home. But, not all yanderes are built the same, will your faves let you leave?
C|TW: abusive relationship, yandere,
MANJIRO SANO [MIKEY]
When you're not together Manjiro gets all these negative thoughts about what could've happened. Were you safe? Did you get beaten? Is someone about to call him from the hospital? It’s not until you’re finally home that his thoughts stop racing. He hates it, he hates feeling that sense of impending doom whenever you’re away. As much as he doesn’t want to upset you, he eventually forbids you from being out without him. At least you can do domestic things together like grocery shopping and visiting your families.
HARUKI HAYASHIDA [PAH-CHIN]
The only time he forces you to stay put is when he has a feeling that something is about to go down. Other than that, Pah loves to show you a good time so you’re out the house pretty often. If you want to go somewhere without him, he’ll have security escort you. You could try to escape when you’re with the security guards but just remember, they work for Pah. All the things you say and do are reported back to him and they’d never truly help you leave. Pah-chin is much more ruthless when he believes you’re taking advantage of his kindness.
SOUYA KAWATA [ANGRY]
He genuinely tries to be okay with you being out, but he’s still too strict. Souya blows up your phone wanting to know where you are and what you’re doing. If you don’t answer he almost panics because what if you’re not going to come back? Are your friends helping you leave him? This is why he has to choose where you go, just so he knows where to find you should anything happen. He’s extremely critical of your timing, never ever come home late. Souya will feel like you’re trying to see how much you can get away with. He will break your phone and you’ll never leave the house alone again. He won’t hit you but he will go after your friend for disrespecting your relationship.
NAHOYA KAWATA [SMILEY]
Don’t even ask, if he wanted you out he’d take you out. There’s no reason for you to leave the property when he has everything you need there, even a beautiful garden with a pavilion for you to sit under. He’s more likely to let you invite someone over when he’s home, if you still remember their number. He broke your phone a while ago when you were arguing and has yet to replace it. Unless he has his keys in hand, when he’s guiding you out the door, there no reason to think he’s ever letting you leave this place.
KOKONOI HAJIME
No, home is where you’re safe. To this day, many people still seek him out for their gang shit because they want to make money. The last thing he needs is for you to be caught up in that mess because he tells them no. Unlike the others, he’ll be honest about his reasons for wanting you to stay home. It helps that while he keeps you in, Kokonoi continues to give you whatever your heart desires, without forcing you to degrade yourself. Sure, it’s been a minute since you left the property but he has yet to give you a reason to not trust him.
WAKASA IMAUSHI
Nobody would’ve thought the bastard was married. Not a single soul knew of your existence until he finally let Benkei come over, only for him to tell Shinichi and Takeomi. So now only three other people know about you. He’d like to keep it that way. Wakasa hates it when you’re with other people and can’t stand the thought of you being “too friendly”. Before Wakasa forced you to stay home he would always hound you with questions about your platonic relationships. Why are you talking to him? Does he like you or something? Until it became “I’d kill us both before I let him have you”. It eats him up and consumes his thoughts too much. He can’t trust you to be around others and still choose him. So to save you both the heartache and trouble, he ultimately decides that you’re never leaving the house.
Request: Shared darlings child(ren) start to get suspicious/curious about their dynamics “why is mommy always inside?”
C|TW: yandere
It doesn’t take a genius to manipulate a child into believing their family dynamic is healthy. At the end of the day, the smartest kids are only kids. Mommy could be a danger to herself and those around her due to a mental disorder. The details are always obscure when the curious child asks about what’s making you sick, but their fathers assure them that you are safer at home. Who are they to question that?
Maybe the children are home schooled so they have no way of knowing that their family is messed up, in an alarming amount of ways. What they read and watch is chosen by their fathers so it wouldn’t be hard to keep them in a bubble. Hell, if they did go to school it’s not like the teachers would be able to do anything. They would be severely beaten for calling social services, unable to press charges because they bribed some cops.
There’s a high chance that your children look up to their dads because they are amazing when it comes to parenting. They are never too busy to play with them, they’re always there when the children are scared for whatever reason, they have an abundance of patience. None of them have ever harmed the kids in any way and because there is nine of them the children get a lot of attention. They haven’t had the opportunity to doubt their fathers.
It’s hard to see your parents as the bad guy or question their intentions when they’ve only ever been your hero, or role model. Unless they witness them do something fucked up, they’ll never truly believe their fathers have ruined your life.
Annoyingly enough, it’s not until your daughters get older that they start to realize something’s off. They’ll start to see that their dads can be pretty controlling when it comes to you. Notice that you’ve never mentioned your family but their fathers go on about their past all the time. When they do ask you about it they can tell you’re trying to be cautious and not say something wrong. Sure you don’t seem scared but it’s obvious you’re walking on eggshells.
Unlike their brothers they can’t afford to have rose tinted glasses when navigating the world. They’re aware of how entitled men can be. They know know that entitlement can even be fatal. Considering their dads are all part of a crime syndicate, it won’t be hard to believe that their mother was forced to be with them. While they may have been spoiled by their fathers, you’re still their mom. They love you too much not to ache at the thought of you being isolated for all those years. They know that they won’t be able to “save” you if their dads managed to have you for this long but they still wish things were different.
That’s why they always strive to bring the world home to you when they can. Whether it’s in the form of pictures they took at an event or keepsakes from festivals. They want so badly to make you feel as if you didn’t miss a single thing. On special days like holidays or birthdays they beg their fathers to take you all out. Reminding them that nothing could go wrong if they’re by your side. You know what their doing, and have told them countless times not to worry about it but your girls aren’t going to stop trying to make things easier for you.
Title: Concupiscent
Group: NCT
Member: Taeyong
Genre/Warning: Smut with minimal plot, kind of a gang au kind of not, dom!yong, vulgar language including dirty talk, asphyxiation, spanking, hair pulling, pet names, orgasm denial, oral (mutual)
Summary/Request: In which baby boy Taeyong decides to show his Queen just how much of a King he is when she undermines him | Or in which Taeyong’s Leo moon pops
Word count: 6K+ (I’ve had this in my drafts since sept ‘18 please don’t let this flop)
The fact that the heels of your Manilos were touching the floors of downtown Seoul had already soured your mood, but having to leave your Bugatti Chiron on this grimy street, in front of a dingy, rusting club made you outright pissed.
You sauntered up to the entrance, the waves of people parting for you without a word said. The pathetic excuse of velvet rope was already moved to make way for you, your heels clicking against uneven pavement, then muffling when you entered the building and felt your heels sink into the old carpet.
Doing business here was the worst, but supposedly the most conspicuous. Every few months a brand new shitty location found for the meetings to be held. Usually you find it a waste of time, but tonight you had something to say.
“A pleasure as always.” The member in charge of District 3, Irene, had said upon your entrance, to which you simply nodded in response and found a seat.
A server had started to come around to pour you a drink when they were intercepted. “I can do that for her.” You saw the dust of pink blushing the servers cheeks, simply because of a charming smile from a handsome man and you just had to roll your eyes. “Its her job.” Your tone was clipped, annoyed and Taeyong immediately picked up on the fact. “She’s serving you, I was under the impression that was my job.” His tone was hushed as he placed the flute of champagne in front of you, eyes cautious when they laid on you. You barely spared him a glance. “I’m looking for a king, not a servant"
The iciness in your tone had Taeyong pausing and then retreating with a nod. Many women would be happy to have a man willing to be at their beck and call, and while you had loved it at the beginning, his recent performance proved that all of that was for nought. If he was unable to progress it would mean nothing.
"Shall we begin?” District 7 leader Rosé asked.
Right to business, just the way you liked it. Everyone settled into their seats and began to update the leaders of business in their respective districts. When it came round to you, you were quick to relay what you had to, but needed to voice something else too. “I have concerns over District 8. We lost 1.3 Million worth of product. A huge loss.” As the words left your mouth Taeyong’s head shot up and the understanding of your mood was apparent in his eyes. But, there was also the beginnings of fury inking out in his dark orbs.
“That was not my-“
"I’m concerned we’ve left the district to someone too inexperienced. We even had fucking detective Jung getting cocky with us, asking for more money. This was not a small slip up and the fact that the person in charge is not taking ownership for the mistake is a weakness in his leadership. We need to re-evaluate."
Taeyong was positively fuming, you could see the bulge of veins in his near translucent skin,how his jaw ticked under the pressure of clenched teeth. His dark gaze was burning through you and you returned his look with your own steely gaze. Business first.
"While your point is valid, I will have a private conversation regarding district 8. Moving on.” You could tell, you could feel his aura cloud over you, how he struggled to turn his eyes away from you and focus. It seems in more ways than one you affect Lee Taeyong.
The meeting was adjourned hours later, but Taeyong was held back to speak with the main bosses. He gave one last dark look your way, before he turned away, not watching you walk out.
The air was much cooler against your skin, the sky devoid of light above the city as you walked to your car and leant on the bonnet, waiting for Taeyong to finish. You may come off as cold and heartless, but you really did care for Taeyong. In your line of business however, mistakes like his needed to be nipped in the bud. You could only hope he understood where you were coming from.
You spotted the deep red of his hair under a lamplight when he exited. “Tae.” His head turned hearing the familiar voice call out to him. He spared you a glance and scoffed, but then in a split second decided to approach you. He didn’t say anything, in fact he bypassed you and opened your car door. “Give me a ride home." Now it was your turn to scoff.
Nevertheless you found yourself in your car turning on the ignition. "You can stay at mine tonight.” You didn’t look at him, but you felt his eyes on you as you sped down the highway. He leant toward you suddenly, his breath brushing your skin as he whispered. “You sure that’s a good idea, baby?” Your body betrayed you when you felt the shivers rake down your spine.
Opting to ignore him, your foot pressed harder on the pedal and you shifted gears till you were well over the speed limit. Taeyong sitting back in his seat with a smirk as you barely managed to manoeuvre amongst other cars occupying the highway. It was no surprise that in no time you were home.
Your heels were neatly placed by the front door for you to put in their proper place tomorrow. You began to make your way toward the staircase when you felt the gentle weight of Taeyong’s hand on your wrist. His hand had left the door as he shut it, while his other remained on you. He released a sigh of discontent and stepped closer to you, hand slipping from your wrist so that his arms could slither around your waist and hold you closer, his head dropping softly to rest on your shoulder. A rare moment of intimacy admittedly, but one you didn’t shy away from as you brought your own hands to run soothingly through his hair.
“T…” voice uncharacteristically soft, “are you-“ your voice faded with the beginnings of soft, tender pecks against your shoulder; your thoughts had faded into the abyss of your mind, breath caught in your throat, apprehensive of the warm mouth that was slowing travelling above your collarbone and up the slope of your neck. Each light touch sent a wild spread of tingles, reaching higher and higher till they found your jaw. You found your head slowly turning to meet his lips, half lidded eyes boring into his.
At long last your mouths met, slowly, in a soft dance, sweet like honey trickling down a tree. It was an unusual kiss, no urgency, no unbridled lust, a kiss that forsaked time, a kiss that didn’t need more, it was a kiss that stopped the cogs of your brain from allowing you to function, a kiss that untangled the threads of reality and made you feel as if the very fabric of the universe no longer existed and instead you were floating in nothingness, but it didn’t matter because Taeyong’s lips were on yours.
Parting is such sweet sorrow never had as much meaning to you as it did when Taeyong removed his lips from yours and the moment he did air rushed into your lungs, oxygen igniting a fire in your chest. A fleeting moment of silence and catching your breath before Taeyong was gently pulling you toward him again, this time tighter.
You sighed against his mouth, as if it had been years, instead of the mere seconds that his lips had been parted from yours. Taeyong’s weight pushed you to move backward, clumsily, never leaving his lips, even as your head knocked against the wood of your door. In that moment his mouth pressed a bit harder, a bit more wanton, hands leaving their comfortable place on your hips to run over your legs, up your waist, into your hair; you felt the nimble fingers against the strands, the tugging around and then the slight relief of pressure when he had succeeded in releasing your tight bun. His hands immediately wove into your hair, pressing your head harder against him, a soft groan humming against your lips.
Much to your protest his mouth left yours, but your complaints weren’t raised once you felt the sensation of his teeth softly nibbling at your neck. You were growing warmer by the second, soon to be going into a dangerous heat that would make you delirious. Your fingers ran his build, gripping him closer. You felt the pressure surely to bring several hickies along your neck moving onto your collarbones.
A gentle heat spread on the flesh of your thigh gripped in Taeyongs hand. He encouraged your limb higher, to rest on his hip and moved to slot between your legs, even closer to your body. You sighed, his warmth binding into the pores of your skin and making you glow with warmth.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip the moment Taeyong rolled his pelvis into you, deliciously grinding on that telltale spot with purpose. His lips curve into a smile against your skin, taking pleasure in the change of your voice becoming soft and breathy, his name parting from your mouth like it was all you knew.
Lips, in all their soft wonder, grazed your skin in a way that contradicted the deepness of his hips pressing into you. You could only cradle him impossibly closer in fear that if there was nothing for you to anchor to, you would really slip away.
His fingers tickled your thighs, up to your hips to dig in, making your breath hitch, pain mutely registered the deeper he pressed. His ears keened for your low moans, the kind that bubbled from deep within your chest and came out more as a groan. It made him smirk.
A smirk that grew as your startled yelp echoed in the quiet, body thudding harshly against your door as Taeyong forcibly guided you to turn around.
Taeyong’s body closed in on you, fingers drawing into your hair and pulling back harshly to bear your neck for his lips to lay on. His hips dug into your backside, slow and torturous grind completely contrasting the aching grip he had on your hair. He was nibbling your ear lobe, seemingly deaf to your whispers and soft moans for something more.
His hand laid on your hip, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a slow motion on your clothed skin. "You’re so pretty.” He purred, his hardness evident against you and making you wish to feel him bare, skin to skin.
“Please.” You whisper, pressing back against him. “Please give it to me baby boy."
A noise sounds from the back of his throat, barely audible but you heard it, that familiar sweet sound that always has you growing needier.
He kisses at your shoulder in little pecks and runs his hand lower to the swell of your arse. He squeezes the flesh softly in his palm then slips lower between your legs to press up against your heat. You shudder, trembling slightly when the pads of his fingers slides in a slow movement up and down your centre.
In a second he has lowered to his knees, a dull thud meeting your ears. Your hair falls against your back, Taeyong bringing his other hand to palm at your meaty flesh. He pushes your dress up, mouthing at the backs of your thighs, up to the teasing skin peeking out of your underwear. You hum in delight, Taeyong leaving no place of bared skin untouched, unkissed and when he presses his face between your cheeks and inhales deeply you whine.
He tilts his head up further, teeth nipping, nose pressing further into you, meeting your own hips pushing back against him.
"Relax, baby.” He hushes after pulling back.
You rest your head against the door, taking slow and deep breaths, just allowing your body to succumb to Taeyong and his touch; he tilts himself away from you to stare at your bottom, to watch his fingers daintily run up and down your thighs, caress over your plumpness, and then finally his fingers tiptoe to the band of your underwear.
The material crawls down your skin when he begins to lower it, taking his sweet time to let it slide over your cheeks, down your thighs and hit the floor.
A long beat of silence passes, yet you don’t utter a word. Your ears are filled with the heavy thump of your heart, with adrenaline fueled blood rushing through your exhilarated body, and all you can do is wait, feel the heavy stare of Taeyong’s eyes slowly eyeing your bared flesh until tingles spread over your skin as if it were a physical touch.
The first touch of him on your skin has you sighing in a way that spoke of your need, of the way you crave for that softness unique to him, the care in which he handles you, sedating your body to all he has to offer.
His hands are gentle and warm, gliding up the backs of your thighs till the weight of your globes are held in each palm. His fingers curl to squeeze and gently dig, lifting to part and reveal your temple that he loves to worship.
His breath touches you first, like static against you, but then his tongue glides against where your arousal has begun to steadily stream and gone is that static charge, and in place is cloud covered skies lit by lightning, feeling the thunder rattle your insides until you are left shaking against the gentle laps of his tongue seemingly kissed by moonlight, for soon you see stars.
The wood grates under the clawing of your nails, senses totally engrossed in the sound of Taeyong languidly slurping you up, in the feel of his tongue that seems to be made of magic sliding in a slow motion over your core, in the way he chokes a whimper into you that you know is caused by his adoration for your taste; you’re enamoured and willing to give him everything and know that he is willing to give it all to you, his Queen.
And in a sudden moment, his spell is broken. Either you’re slow, or Taeyong was just that quick, for in a matter of indiscernible seconds he has risen to his feet, body pressed hard against yours and slipping between your slick folds are the tips of fingers, agile, without a hint of tease when they slide upwards, inside of you, so so embarrassingly easy.
At the edge of where your sanity seemed to lay are knuckles pressing so harsh and purposefully against you, you lose your breath. Wetness trickles down his skin, like morning dew kissing a petal, the sound of his fingers being sucked in sending his blood rushing south, encouraging him to have you gushing even more for him.
“I slide so easily into you, baby. You always open up so well for me, don’t you? Your body knows me. Loves me and the things I do to it, right?” He is so soft spoken in your ear, it makes you dizzy with the way the words part from his lips sweetly, yet turn your insides in the same effect his fingers do.
You can’t find the will in yourself to reply. Not when your body is practically dropping down onto his fingers, making you feel as if they were pressing that much deeper. Not when you can clearly feel its shape, thin and knobbly against your walls that squeeze so tightly around him. But, Taeyong is having none of that, frustration getting the better of him, with a hiss moving his fingers urgently inside of you and all of a sudden, your juices barely able to spill from you with the force of his fingers fucking it back in.
“Right?"
Your voice cracks into a sound like glass shattering; broken, sharp, hitting at different volumes in an uneven pattern under the ferocity and speed of his fingers. Your throat hitches and your back bows and Taeyong knows that you’re almost there. Close, so, so close.
”Please.“ You screech, trembling against the coolness of your door feeling utterly empty and devastated at the loss of your orgasm that you knew you could have reached in just a few more frustrating seconds. ”Please.“ You cry out breathless, sweaty palms squeaking against the door when your body begins to slide down.
Taeyong has stepped back, distancing himself from you so he could watch the way your skin moved with your trembles, so he could watch you hopelessly hang on and still beg to be pushed to the edge.
"Turn around.” His low voice carried in the quiet ,past the thump in your ears. He watched your lagged movements, your arms pushing weakly against your door until you were facing him, face flushed, perspiration shining on your skin. “Come here, baby.” You pushed yourself off the door and took the few steps until you were again so close his warmth became yours again.
He cupped your face, thumbs stroking back and forth beneath your eyes where tears sat at your waterline. “Oh baby,” he began quietly, breath tickling your quivering lips, “don’t cry… I want you to do something for me, can you?” The immediate nod of your head had Taeyong’s soft and fond smile appearing, a smile so familiar to you, unlike how he was tonight. “The safe word that we use for me… you remember it right? I want you to remember if for yourself tonight, okay?"
A small noise sounds from the back of your throat and you blink once, clearing your head when you reply soft and firm. ”Yes.“
Taeyong’s smile is warm, reaching his darkened orbs and making way for pure sunlight, so bright and staring down at you when he says, "good girl” before leaning in to give you a kiss so tender you feel tugs at your heart bringing about a painful ache.
He parts with a heavy breath and in a moment the light in his eyes flicker until it has completely faded. “I want you to crawl, my love. And don’t stop till I tell you to."
Your heart skips a beat, eyes trained on his when you lower to your knees. His throat bobs when he swallows, the sight of you staring up at him, so pliant, so beautiful, encouraging that chemical high to fill his body. Your eyes flutter, lashes touching your skin, becoming demure and looking away from his eyes to the floor when you begin to move.
It’s a weird sensation; you knees pressing to the hardness of your floor, the chill running up your body, feeling the linger of Taeyong’s eyes watching the way your body moves slow, the way you are half displayed, arousal coating you, dress creased and shifting.
Just as you approach the first step, your body bows inward and a harsh startled pain filled gasp parts from your lips, pushed out when the palm of Taeyong’s hand cracks against the flesh of your arse. You still, shaking inches away from the stairs.
Another slap echoes in the eerie quiet and then his voice comes, "keep moving, baby. Don’t stop for nothing."
Glossy lips quiver, body flushing with aroused heat and then you’re willing your limbs onwards. Your palm lays on the cool of your oak steps, a tingle of sharp shards striking your warmth when you push yourself up the stairs.
At the fourth step his hand comes down heavy again, and at the fourth step your voice breaks as do your movements, hips pressing to the edges of the stairs. "Do I have to repeat myself, baby?”
No.
It is halfway up the stairs, skin near burning at the sensation of Taeyong’s continued strikes that he croaks good girl and slips two fingers that curl and hook, as if to push you along faster, yet breaks your pace and has your gripping the hardwood with a mewl.
Taeyong doesn’t have to repeat himself, the feeling of him inside you urges you to move quicker, so much so that he nearly slips from your heat. The bass of his groan feeds into you, desire heavy in the air, surged on with each slap against your skin, with the sound of liquid honey stirring with the push and pull of fingers determined to guide and to taunt until you feel the contraction of muscles deep within.
“You can do it baby. You’re a Queen right? This is light work.“ He scoffs, tone patronising when he looks down at your tiring body, watching you stretch your hand out for that last step, so close, nearly there, until, a hand presses down between your shoulder blades and his fingers are anything but still.
"JESUS- FUCKFUCKFUCK” God please I’m right there.
“Get up. You have one more step.”
“Nononotaeyongnopleaseplease” Again. He denied you again. His shadow cast over your body, weak on the steps, subtly trembling and silently crying for yet another orgasm lost.
“Oh, do you feel a huge loss? I’m not sure I can help you baby, it’s gone now. I’m not very good at keeping things.” Ignoring your pleas, he slowly bent down, lips closing in on your ear. “Get up my Queen, or will I have to help you?” The dangerous undertone had you freezing up. You were still not used to this Taeyong; to his touch filled with dark lust, to that dulcet tone you were accustomed to now completely faded for something rough, gravelly, his tongue sharp, his eyes akin to a black hole ready to swallow you, it was all so foreign.
“Help it is.” He hushed, fingers sliding into your hair and all but dragging you over that last step, ignoring your startled cry, or your hands reaching for his.
Your knees burned and when Taeyong finally came to a stop in front of the hallway mirror you collapsed at his feet.
“You want a king? Suck this dick like I’m the only one worthy of you, my Queen.” Your glossy eyes stared up at him, already looking down at you whilst his hands busied themselves with his belt and zipper. You swallow the dryness in your throat, shifting on your knees until you were half up, with a hand balanced on his thigh and your other grabbing for his half hard length as soon as he had shifted his boxers lower.
Taeyong’s throat bobbed harshly, dark eyes taking in the rare sight of you unkempt, hair askew, faintest trails of black in your dried tears, but most of all, those eyes. Wide and so eager, so ready to please him.
Your tongue flattened from his base and dragged up to his tip, your eyes locked on his face as you tapped his dick against your tongue, then closed your mouth around his tip, allowing saliva to dribble out of your mouth. Your fist twisted up and down, mouth focused on suckling the head of his dick, drawing a pretty moan from Taeyong’s pink lips.
His hands came up to cup your cheeks, his stare turning more affectionate, thumbs sweeping back and forth gently on your skin. “You’re so perfect,” He whispered. “So beautiful, so stunning, my God.”
His hands shift into your hair as you begin to follow your hand down his length, taking in more and more steadily.
Taeyong’s mouth gapes, watching you with furrowed brows, totally engrossed in the sensation your lips wrapped around him brings, his arousal only spiking at the sound of his dick rutting against your soft spot.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with your mouth.” His fingers tighten in your hair and he slowly drags your head further down, feeling your throat constrict at the invasion. “It’s a shame you have to say dumb shit isn’t it?” He grunts, dragging you backward slowly, then down again, taking his time, ensuring you make his dick nice and wet. Your whimper does not deter him from his attempt to breach your throat, his grip firm when he pulls you down again, slow, ensuring each inch is felt when he slips down the back of your throat, gently holding you in place even as you splutter around him, body wanting to recoil away from him, but Taeyong would not allow that, nestling deep as possible.
Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears that had pooled in your eyes sliding down your face and meeting the drool spilling past your lips. He draws back carefully, letting his tip rest in your mouth, allowing you a few seconds to inhale through your nose and then carefully sliding in deep again, repeating this rhythm of slowly filling your throat, of letting his length block your airways.
“So goddamn beautiful, yet so fucking infuriating.” His voice has become shaky, breathy and distant whispers as he watches you. Follows the gentle slide of his dick, of your mouth stretching around him, how you were becoming ruined, dirtied by your own spit, by your running makeup. “Always doubting me, my Queen. Do I look like a king yet?"
The moment your eyes roll back, a weird sensation passes over you. There is a heavy pressure in your head, making you feel as if your skull could implode, your heart is as erratic as your body panics at the lack of air, but then it is as if a wave of calm washes over you, vision becoming fuzzy until it feels as if the black edging your eyes would take over completely.
Your body hits the floor. Eyes unfocused, head lulling around against the hard surface, your head so disoriented you don’t even notice how hard your body is heaving to fill your lungs with air to prevent you from passing out after being denied oxygen for so long.
Taeyong immediately crouches down, sweeping his hand beneath your head and allowing it to rest on his thigh, caring hands stroking your cheek, cooing at you. "Shh, breathe baby. You’re okay, you’re okay, I’m here, I’m here, always here.” Your eyes finally stop rolling and you find the ability to focus on his voice and his voice alone, clinging to it as the blackness fades and you finally stabilise your breathing.
You blink the remaining tears away and find Taeyong, your sweet, sweet angel Taeyong looking down at you with the gentlest smile. “You good?” He asks quietly. Swallowing hard, you whisper back, “I’m good."
He leans down to close the gap, stealing your breath in an entirely different way when your lips meet, a soft collision that felt like sinking into a pillow of clouds, warm emotion wrapping around the two of you. He pulls back with his eyes closed, his breath fanning your face when he breathes out and opens his eyes to stare adoringly at you again. "We aren’t finished yet, my Queen."
Taeyong keeps control when he pushes you to sit up and when he strips you of your dress and underwear. His hands travel your body as if he is exploring a newfound beauty that God has blessed him with, fingers kissed by angels and fluttering like their wings. His fingers tickle up your neck and flick off your chin and you find yourself wanting to say take me my king.
Instead, you are silent, awaiting his next move; he shifts on his knees behind you, until he is able to drape himself over your body, his weight a false security blanket, clothed chest brushing the sweaty expanse of your back, a hand, one finger at a time laying the curve of your neck, thumb and fingertips against your jaw, keeping your head up and making eye contact in the mirror. This way you are able to see the dark depths of his eyes as he guides his length to your dripping folds, his tip playing against your slit, up and down, brushing against your clit, until finally, you feel him press against your entrance, your walls already clenching, eagerly waiting to be filled.
The first inch is euphoric, the first hint of stretch welcomed. The second inch, dizzying, lips pulled between teeth and eyes glossing over, out of focus but completely engrossed in the sensation at the same time. The third, filling you just as slow, is maddening, your warm heat attempting to swallow more of him in, body doing the begging for you. Inch after inch only aggravates the trembles, only sedates your tense muscles until you are slack and at complete mercy to his penetration. When he finally bottoms out, it is a feeling indescribable, to be one with him, to be completely full of him.
“How does that feel, my Queen? Is my dick serving your sweet little cunt well?” An almost distressed moan leaves your lips, nails scratching at the floor in desperation. Taeyong leans even further over you until your chest presses down to the floor, your head resting to the side and all you can see is your tear stained face clutched by his hand. The first pull of his length feels like a shock, your body feeling yourself become empty, and Taeyong kisses your cheek, lips hotly resting by your ear when he slowly fills you up again.”Tell me my love. Is this what you wanted? Is this how you like your king?” He punctuates his next words by slowly sliding back into you again. “To own your pussy? To make you a mess? To make you cum so hard you forget how to function?”
Your breath hitches and as he pushes that last inch back in you gasp an airy, fucked out yes, voice not even sounding like your own. He chuckles against your ear, a new kind of shiver wracking through your being at its deepends, its sinister undertone. And that’s when he fucks you harder. Dragging his length back slow only to rut into you with one hard thrust that shakes every inch of your being.
“Oh, my lovely queen you feel so fucking good. I could stay buried in you forever.” He rasps out, another harsh push of his hips. You feel drool slide out of your gaping mouth, you can see your eyes, murky and dark, so foreign as they stare back at you in the mirror. And Taeyong. You can see Taeyong’s eyes running your sweaty and pliant form in your reflection, the way your body responds to him, the way he makes you feel, the way he is taking you as he should: Like you are his.
“Don’t you have anything to say now? C’mon my dear Queen, give me some tips on leadership” He suddenly sits up, pulling you up by your jaw, making you watch the tears stream down your face, his cock slowly sliding in and out of you as you babbled. “Don’t tell me, you’ve become totally incoherent for my dick baby? You really can’t think? Oh? But you were so snappy back then, so quick to bring up my lack of shortcomings. But here you are, a limp mess.” He hisses into your ear, dark eyes staring you down.
“Too inexperienced.” He drags up back to meet his harsh thrust.
“Weakness.” He growls, circling his hips against your soft flesh, his dick rubbing against your walls.
“Imsorryimsorrypleaseimsorry” You slur, clenching your jaw when a sudden wave of something electrifying runs through you.
“What was that?” He hisses, pulling you up against his chest.
"I-I’m sorry.” You whimper. “You are my king. You’re mine.” You whisper, looking up at him, turning your head as much as you can under his grip to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
Taeyong silently shifts, eyes never leaving yours. He brings his other hand up to join your jaw, fingers interlocking atop your neck to keep your head back looking up at him. His lips rest on your forehead, hot and heavy pants and engulfing eyes staring back into yours and as he witnesses the desperation in your eyes shift into something more he rolls his hips, sinfully slow hitting hard and that precise moment when he’s near;y as deep as he can be inside of you, he pushes hard, pressing his hips tightly against your backside, and this is how he continues, fluid slow and hard thrusts fucking into you, the slight pressure on your throat making you feel lightheaded and as if you were on the verge of floating away.
Taeyong grunts, pulling your head back further if possible, moving his face down to lick into your mouth, to kiss your lips carefully and soft and swallow your sounds each time rattles your body with the strength of his strokes and in a sudden, overwhelming moment, your skin is alight, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and your pulse is in your ears, a loud thump thump as your blood rushes and you shake in Taeyong’s arms so much so you’re afraid you will fall apart as you cum at long last.
Taeyong allows your body to fall to the floor, his chest immediately pressing down on your back whilst his hand scrambles for yours to press it further into the floor and he begins to rut faster against you, panting and groaning and moaning all kinds of sweet melodies in your ear, his other hand reaching down and grabbing your hip to lift for his hand to slide under and find your clit. You cry out, broken and weak as his fingers incessantly rub circles and he continues fucking into you, murmimg word sin your ear that you can’t even process and as he pushes deeply into you, you feel the spurts of his orgasm filling you up, his groan fanning over your skin as he collapses atop of you, fingers still on your slit until he can’t feel your walls spasming around him again.
It seems like forever until he rolls off of you, staring up at the ceiling panting while you lay immobile on your stomach.
After a moment of gathering himself, Taeyong looks over at you, gulping before deciding to roll over and gently press his lips to your shoulder, his delicate fingers carefully moving the hair plastered to your face out of the way.
“Are… are you okay?”
“Hmm…” You reply after a few seconds, voice croaky, blinking the fuzziness from your eyes. “I am sorry you know… But in this busi-”
“I know.” Taeyong is silent for a moment, thinking over his words. “I know my place,” He finally sighs, “I was just… Hurt… I thought you would have spoken to me first, but when you acted cold and called me out… it hurt.”
“I know, I didn’t mean to hurt you… Next time I won’t interfere… What did they say anyway?”
Taeyong turns his cheek to the side resting against your warm skin. “I explained everything to them. I told them how I had sorted it. They were happy.”
“You…You sorted it? How?” You shift and Taeyong lifts his head, watching as you turn your head to face him.
Smirking, “If you had spoken to me first, you would have known how. I’ll tell you everything in the morning.” He promises, sweetly pecking you on the lips. He rests his head on the floor next to your head, the both of you quietly staring into each other’s eyes and you feel your eyes threatening to close when Taeyong brings his hand up to massage his fingers through your hair. “Let’s go to bed, I don’t fancy sleeping out here.” Taeyong moves to stand and then reaches out to help you and you pause, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re still the little spoon.”
Taeyong’s eyes glittered as if the sun had caught the stars waiting in them, lips pulled back in a wide, adoring grin. “Of course, my Queen."
Mikey doesn’t push for it because ultimately, the child’s well being depends on your ability to handle seeing them every day. There’s no point in him getting you pregnant when you could hate their guts. Would he blame you? No, but why go through the trouble of trying to make you raise a child you can’t love when he’s more than happy with it being just the two of you? He won’t let his greed ruin what’s left of your mental health, unless you ask for a baby he’s not taking off the condom.
TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI
He can’t keep his pants on for too long because having you here, in person, is completely different than watching you through his screen. So it’s not surprising that this horny bastard struggles to keep his composure now that he comes home to you, in the flesh, every night. The rush of emotions always gets the best of him and the last thing he thinks about is a condom.
Truth be told, Takemichi developed a breeding link during his stalking phase. He’d wanted so badly to have you, to own you, and be able to keep those other men away. He started to dream of bounding you to him in many ways. Pregnancy being one. A baby would be undeniable proof that you’re his, and it’d be harder to get rid of him. So of course, pretty early into your “relationship” you’ll have a positive pregnancy test.
TAKASHI MITSUYA
The thought of coming home to kids makes him want to leave and never come back. When you’re forced to raise your siblings you’re not always eager to start your own family. Not when you just gained the freedom to live for yourself. Takashi wants a moment to enjoy having you and starting his career in fashion. The last thing he needs is a baby, so until you’re well into your thirties, you’re not having kids.
Sure he’s yandere, and would do much to keep you by his side but a child would never be the answer. More than willing to make you get an abortion if you get the idea to try to hide a pregnancy from him. Depending on how far along you are he’d even have you give them up to the orphanage.
DRAKEN [KEN RYUGUJI]
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! He loves the idea of being a father. Though he’s obsessed with you, it’s not the reason why he’s adamant on having children. He doesn’t care about showing the world who you belong to. It’s just a pleasant thought, coming home to his wife and kids. Draken wants to read them bedtime stories, help you prepare their lunch for school, he wants to collect their paper cards and awful clay mugs. He wants to do it all!
Ultimately, the decision isn’t for you to make. He’s yandere so there’s a level of selfishness at the end of the day, what he says goes when it comes to your future. In his perfect world your future includes at least three kids. Don’t bother trying to talk him out of it, he’s made the choice.
RAN HAITANI
Type of yandere to get you pregnant for the hell of it, he believes it gives you something to do. Your world starts and ends with him, a child would be a gift for you in his eyes. It’s not like you have anything better to do, all you do is watch the clock until he comes home. So the two of you will have a bundle of joy that he can spoil rotten even if they’re far too young to care about designer clothes and expensive jewelry.
The problem, other than the lack of consent, is Ran’s hands off approach to parenting. You have to do all the work! As soon as the baby starts crying and doesn’t stop after a few pats on the back, they go to mommy. When they need a bath or have sticky hands you’re the one cleaning them. The most he’d do is feed them since they’re usually calm while eating, or hold them as he’s scrolling through his phone.
It sucks because seeing you take such good care of the kid, as if you had a choice, makes him want another. Ran loves seeing you being a mom and thinks it does you some good. Sure the threat of punishment encourages you to be a great mother, but despite that, you’re doing well. So what’s the harm in having another?
RINDOU HAITANI
Doesn’t want the baby, doesn’t wear condoms. That’s your problem not his. It makes no sense whatsoever but what can you do? Even if he wasn’t a heavy drinker, not an alcoholic he made sure you learned not to call him that, or a clubbing kind of guy, Rindou wouldn’t care too much about knocking you up. The only reason he’d do it is to upset you, to further cement the fact that you can’t do a damn thing to stop him.
Should you get pregnant, the baby is your problem and he won’t be much help. However, Rindou expects you to be a decent mother, any lazy or lackluster parenting is met with a punishment. Which is odd because he’s the type of yandere to use the baby against you in the future.
Or at the very least, we can agree that many people are reckless and lack a sense of self preservation.
Spelunking — Caving, also known as “spelunking” … is the recreational pastime of exploring wild cave systems (as distinguished from show caves)
Alternate Universe — Modern but with mythical creatures that lurk around, unbeknownst to humans.
Yandere Naga Manjiro Sano x Reader [AFAB]
C|TW: gore, noncon, it’s not cannibalism but Mikey does eat people since he’s a monster.
Watching videos of overconfident men wandering into random caves, not at all aware of what’s waiting on the other side, has never enticed you to do the same. Some men were covered in bugs, injured from loose rocks, or even left dying in the crevices. So why the fuck would you want to pack your bags and head to the most ominous cave you can find, in an obscure location?
You wouldn’t, because you aren’t dumb. Such a shame you can’t say the same for your cousins. It’s become clear that you’ve severely underestimated how dense they can be. Their reckless actions taught you the true dangers of spel—, caving! The true dangers of caving.
The house you booked through Airbnb was in the mountains. You didn’t think anything of it because the whole point of the trip was to unwind. What better place than a home in the mountains surrounded by lush greenery? The sight alone brought peace to your soul. It’s not like you were compelled to walk into the mountains just to see what you’d find. You were in another country barely about to navigate the city without a guide, so why would you take a chance in the middle of the mountains?
It was your cousins that felt adventurous. They wanted, or needed, to do something fun, something that would make this trip special. The more they talked, the more they agreed that the four of you walking through the mountains was the answer. The only reason you left the Airbnb was because of their little story about someone being hurt and needing your help to carry them. It wasn’t until you rushed to their aid that the truth came out.
They wanted you to see the inside of a cave they had “found”.
You didn’t have the energy to cuss them out or to go on a whole spiel abut how childish they were. Your only thought was to go back to the house and pack your bags. The problem came when your brain couldn’t comprehend what you were witnessing.
It looked like a man, standing on the thickest coil of rope you ever saw, was chewing on Delilah? Maybe sucking on her neck? The cave was dark but as the man walked, or slid, close to the opening it was clear that her limp body was being devoured. His jaws unhinged far beyond the human limit as he tore chunks off flesh from her body. You didn’t know what to do. Even if you wanted to run your fear had turned your feet lead, you weren’t able to move. All you could do is watch as he left mortal wounds over her body.
Vin, the same cousin that tried to coax you into exploring this monsters den, let out an ear splitting scream. “What are you doing?” “Stop!” shouting anything that came to mind as she ran at the creature with a hunting knife. Before she could drive it into his stomach he crushed her skull with his free hand. You wanted to cry, scream, do anything but stand there as your family was murdered in front of you, but you couldn’t. His eyes followed you, probably trying to anticipate your next move while finishing the remnants of Delilah.
“You know them?” Up until now this creature has only been letting out hisses and darting his long, pink forked tongue between each bite. You didn’t think he could speak. If that’s the case why was he eating people that could communicate with him? Shouldn’t that go against his biology, even if you aren’t equals?
“I taste liquor.” he ripped the fabric of her clothes before eating away at Vin’s lifeless body, slithering closer. Snakes didn’t have strong teeth, yet he managed to bite her head clean off as if he was a bear. This didn’t make any sense.
“Were you celebrating? Is that why they came here?” At this point his pale skin was almost completely drenched in blood as he ate away, nearly half way done eating Vin. The splotches of rusted-red splattered against his abs, trailing down into the grooves of his dark scales.
He eats fast. Ten minutes haven’t even past and he was now down to Vinita’s left foot. You haven’t moved an inch since he first at Delilah but he still felt the need to coil his tail around you. Holding you tightly in his scales as he inspected you. Both hands now completely free to hold your head in his hands. Same ones that crushed Vin’s skull a minute ago. You flinched when he brought one of his hands up, only to feel his fingers tracing your nose. The strong nauseating scent of blood staining your face while he poked here and prodded there.
“Want to see my den?” it felt like he was nuzzling his chin into your neck, before finally resting it on top of your head. You were going to die, because they wanted to go caving.
He hasn’t eaten you.
You were certain death was upon you after watching the sunlight get smaller as he carried you off into the depths of the cave. Engulfed in darkness, hearing his thick scales slide along the ground. You were positive you’d be eaten with no remorse, just like Vinita and Delilah.
You didn’t expect to be thrown down onto a pile of pelts and pillows. He didn’t bother checking to see if you actually landed safely, opting to slither off into another part of his dimly lit cave. The pile was probably the softest thing you’ve ever laid on, far more comfortable than any bed you slept on. Had you been here under different conditions you’d probably be knocked out but your muscles remained tense. You were at this monster’s mercy.
“You haven’t moved?” It was quick. Before you had the chance to look in his direction the monster already had you in his arms as he wrapped his body around the cushions. “I was soaking in the springs for a while,” The blood may have been gone but the memory was still fresh in your mind. “Tell me what’s wrong, I know you talk.” he pulled you against him, forcing you to nearly straddle his waist as he lounged on his coiled tail. “the other two wouldn’t shut up.”
“Wh…h..” The words died on your tongue. You were barely even mumbling.
“You’re shaking,” he’s teasing, “You think I’m going to bite you?” This thing doesn’t have an ounce of remorse or shame for what he did. The sound of your clothes being ripped from your body didn’t go unnoticed. It was almost identical to the sound of Vinita’s denim bomber being torn apart.
“Human,” he sung now, “tell me what’s wrong.” with a small push to your bare shoulders he forced you onto your back, rising above you as you lie on his coiled tail. Earlier he mentioned going to a hot spring but his scales felt cool beneath your skin.
“What are you?” it was small. You could barely hear yourself when you spoke, almost unsure if it came out. His eyes were trained on your body as he shredded your jeans. By some miracle your flesh wasn’t being torn with it, a minor friction burn here and there but nothing serious.
“Answer me first.” the back of his hand brushed over your thighs and over your stomach. Now done destroying the clothes and wiping stray bits of fabric away, he finally had you entirely nude before him. You couldn’t afford to care about it. Not after what you witnessed. Being naked paled in comparison to having a front row seat to see human beings get devoured by a creature that shouldn’t exist.
“I…I don’t..”
“Hm?” Tears welled in your eyes as you stared into his. He turns his head and leans down, cupping his ear dramatically as you trip over the words. This thing has probably never felt fear in its life.
“I don’t want to die.” There was no fighting this creature, he was built to kill anything he could get his hands on. All you could do is beg him to spare your life, there is no shame in wanting to live but you felt pitiful crying in this things lap, or tail. It was demeaning, but it was all you had.
“Don’t be dumb,” he raised up his elbows to stare into your eyes “no one can hurt you if you’re with me.” His voice was sweet and it sounded like he was genuinely trying to soothe your worries. You felt sick. Your heart started to race again, the oxygen in the air must have been avoiding you because it didn’t feel like you could breathe. He won’t eat you, but ‘no one can hurt you’? The only way for that to make sense is if “No one would be dumb enough to touch my human.”
His human.
His human.
You were his human.
You didn’t want to be his human, or his anything!
You didn’t want to be here! You didn’t want to be stuck in this cave until you died of dehydration, hunger, or maybe even disease. You weren’t a conspiracy theorist, you had all your vaccines but this is a cave! There was no way it was healthy for a human to be down here. What if you’re exposed to some kind of germ or get bitten by a bug? What if this thing has venom—
“L-look sir, man, or w-whatever yo—,” he nipped your neck, causing you to beneath him. You were quick to place your hand over the sore spot, thinking you’d feel blood pouring from a wound but there was only saliva.
“Mikey.”
“Why did you—?”
“My name is Mikey.” it has a name.
“W-well Mikey, I w-want to go home,” the last time you said something like that you were at work and had almost four hours left on your shift “I won’t come back a-and I won’t tell any one,” hell, you’d never leave the fucking county after being in this mess. “I don’t want to st-stay here.”
“You don’t have a choice, it’s mating season.” what the fuck was happening?
“S-so find another snake thing!” You didn’t mean to say it with so much anger but this was absurd! You didn’t want to die and you didn’t want to have experimental sex with a monster. This was by far the most fucked up game of ‘would you rather’ you’ve ever played.
“No, I chose you so you’ll be my mate.”
“You don’t even know me! I’m not a beast like you, I don’t belong here!” What did he not understand?! If he didn’t have his fingers laced through yours you would’ve ripped your hair from your scalp out of sheer frustration.
“You belong here because I claimed you as mine, well I’m about to anyways,” you screamed. You closed your eyes and focused on screaming as loud as you could.
You took a deep breath and screamed your heart out for as long as your lungs would allow. When your chest begged for air you took a deep breath and screamed again. You needed someone to hear you, fuck the logic. It didn’t matter how far you were, or how deep this cave was, you’ll scream far as long as it took. Someone knows this cave exists. There has to be someone wandering around the mountain, someone close enough to stumble across this cave sooner or later.
Mikey shot down, laying over you as your shrieks filled the empty cave. You didn’t know if it bothered him and you didn’t care. He placed his hands on either side of your head, only staring down at you as you had your fit. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you know he kissed your forehead. Then he kissed your cheek. You were still screaming when he kissed your chin. The only reason you stopped was because you heard him whisper your name.
His voice. It was filled with so much warmth when he said it. He said it again, and it was somehow softer. He said it so gently. How did he know your name?
“It won’t be too bad, being my mate.” he continued to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts “you won’t go hungry, you’ll be safe, you’ll have whatever you heart desires.” his tongue flicks out, teasing your nipple until the bud hardens.
This was so strange, nothing could’ve prepare you for this reality. You were completely bare, laying under this human- snake abomination as he shifted his tail beneath you. What could you do to escape this? Mikey’s eyes were trained on you as he dragged his tongue across your breast, practically drenching you in his saliva. His hands wouldn’t stop moving. He kept running them along your sides, going to grab your hips before coming back to caress your stomach. Normally you’d lurch forward, too ticklish to let people touch your midsection but you remembered how sharp Mikey’s claw like nails were. It was because of that you were able to find the strength to be still as he had his way.
“You look tense, but you smell good.” All that willpower almost went down the drain when he reached down between your bodies to cup your mound. “Relax,” you weren’t worried able the pleasure, that was the last thing on your mind, but your body wasn’t in tune with your mind. Regardless of how you felt, he was pressing all the right buttons. You hated this, but your pussy clenched around nothing as his middle finger traced over your folds. Just as he took a nipple into his mouth he pressed his finger to your dripping hole, gathering the wetness before running it over your clit.
“I don’t,” you spoke through clenched teeth, “want to do this!” It was a struggle to bite back the moans and your breathing got heavier with every swipe of his middle finger. The last thing you wanted was to come undone at the hands of this beast, you didn’t know if you’d be able to live down the shame. Mikey released your sensitive nipple from his mouth, giving it a quick kiss before sitting up to stare down at you.
You looked a mess. Breasts covered in saliva, hair now ruined because of his careless manhandling, and your mouth hung open as you panted like a dog trying hard not to let him hear you moan.
“My beautiful mate, stop the theatrics.” Your glistening folds soon caught his attention. Your protest did nothing as he pushed your thighs further apart. “I know you hear how desperate you are.” he switched to use his thumb, dragging down just above your opening before bring it back up to your clit. He couldn’t afford to add too much pressure, yet it was enough to make you squeal.
You wrap your hand around his wrists, not knowing what else to do. It didn’t put a dent in his rhythm or take his gaze from your pussy, but you continued to hold on.
Whether you realized it or not your hips bucked into his thumb. You were barely able to think straight as you fought so hard to maintain a shred of dignity. Mikey’s free hand came down to your stomach pressing down with just enough force to keep you from cutting yourself on his nails. It felt too good and you couldn’t control that, but this is the same guy that ate your cousins. Their killer was playing with your pussy and you were a mewling mess beneath him.
“Please,” you cried between the pathetic whimpers that escaped you “please don’t do this!” at this point your hand was only on his wrist to keep you grounded as your hips rolled into his touch, or at least tried.
“You don’t want to cum?” A knowing smirk on his face. Your mouth hanged open now as the pleasure just barely reached its threshold. You were going to cum whether you wanted to or not, because it’s what Mikey wanted.
“Please!”
“Please stop, or hurry up?” The cruel bastard picked up the pace, focusing solely on your aching clit.
“I d-don’t wan—” you couldn’t finish. Mikey’s laughing filled the cave once more as your hips trembled harder under his palm. Your moans were loud enough to drown out his laughter. Despite your efforts, you came. Your back arched off his black scales as you became a shaking, squirting mess under him. You never stood a chance. His hands came to hold your hips, rubbing soothing patterns while you writhed.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” You didn’t ask for this, and you know it isn’t your fault. But still, guilt soon settled into your chest, replacing every trace of pleasure he had forced upon you. Maybe you do want to die.
Author’s Note: So, how was it? I usually try to avoid long scenarios because I hate writing dialogue. Could you tell? ✨😗✨
Request: What if diavolo wants you but lasquadra owns you? Is there... an...agreement or something?
C|TW: yandere
More than likely all the members of La Squadra can agree that Diavolo can fuck off. He’s been shorting them for years and has mocked them for wanting to be respected. They’d follow orders and do the hits, no questions asked, but it was never enough for Diavolo to give them more or treat them as notable members of Passione.
Even though you did nothing wrong, your life gets a little more uncomfortable now that they’re aware that the boss has taken a liking to you. They’re not going to take chances, the last thing they’d want is to give Diavolo the perfect opportunity to snatch you away. So even the likes of Pesci and Formaggio become strict when you’re in their care.
None of them will let you keep in touch with your family anymore. You used to be able to get Melone or Pesci to take you to see your parents or at least visit your cousin but now the answer is always no. Don’t bother bringing up what was promised or reminding them that you didn’t even break one of their stupid rules, because nobody cares. It’s for the greater good and they’re not doing it to hurt you.
The men promised that the more you accepted your new lifestyle, the more they’d allow you access to your old one, and they meant it. It’s just not like Diavolo to spare your loved ones if it meant getting his way. Your family could end up as collateral if you’re spotted with them, so until this blows over you’re just not allowed to stay in contact with them.
Another big thing they promised you was the illusion of freedom. You were allowed to leave the home to entertain yourself, or maintain whatever little routine you kept to make life worth living. As long as one of them was with you, they’d let you go anywhere. Lately, you’d be lucky to walk to the mailbox.
Normally they would send you across Italy to each other’s homes because not everyone wanted to share a house, even if it meant having you around more. While the boss is playing his little game you’ll be staying with Ghiaccio, and Risotto. Their stands are quick and don’t require time to be used. It’s immediate for them and can be devastating out the gate. So you’ll now be bouncing between the two homes, while still receiving visits from the others.
There won’t be any fights or arguments over this new arrangement because they are all aware of how low the boss would stoop to get what he wants. You don’t exactly become the leader of a mafia with good morals or lines. They’ll put up with the change if it means they won’t lose you and be humiliated by the boss, again.
None of them are excited to lose more time with you, they already share with eight other men. It’s not like they’re shaking with excitement as they offer ways to hide you from the boss. They have no choice but to put a hold on their relationship, missing out on those little moments that made it all worth the trouble. Only able to visit every other week until another viable option presents itself.
If the goal was to just hide you away from the world regardless of your emotional well-being, you’d be stuck in the mirror world slowly losing your sanity. But here you are, lounging in Risotto’s home surrounded by all you’ve ever wanted, being pampered by nine lovesick assassins. Don’t make this more stressful than it already is.
Ask: We all know cioccolata has those tapes from when he was a doctor on a shelf in his home, so do you think he's ever shown his darling them?
C|TW: yandere,
♧ Cioccolata shows you his tapes of torture because he’s proud of himself, not because he wants to scare you into submission. He won’t expect you to sit through the entire thing but it’s nice to see how much you can fathom before leaving or begging him to turn it off.
♧ Cioccolata’s never been discreet about them at any point in your relationship. You’d walk in on him analyzing the tapes since he likes reviewing his work. He takes note of the methods used to determine whether or not it was effective.
The last thing he wants is to get sloppy so he must be critical of every single detail. You probably didn’t look at the small screen long enough to realize he was watching his snuff tapes.
♧ You could also just find out through curiosity, searching the shelves for a movie to play only to pop in one of those grotesque home videos. For a moment you think it’s a horror movie until you see Cioccolata step into the frame. All you can do is eject the tape and try not to have a panic attack knowing that sick fuck is in the other room.
♧ You should never ask questions you don’t want the answer to. So don’t ask him why he has the tapes. Don’t even ask him if he’d do it to you. It’s annoying and you’d only hear what you want in the end.
You’d still believe you were next or that he’s waiting for the perfect moment to cut you up, as if you’re worth the trouble. You’re better off resuming like normal and staying on their good side.
Is this even a question? He wants to have kids and give them the childhood he didn’t have growing up. Whether you like it or not, there’s going to be plenty of children running through the halls. Don’t worry, he’s going to be an amazing father and you have no choice but to be a good mom! So the kids will want for nothing. Do not piss him off with the “I’m not ready” or “I don’t want kids” talk. You’re going to be an amazing mother, even if he has to force you.
KAZUTORA HANEMIYA
Has his doubts about being a daddy. Kazutora swore he wouldn’t be like his father, but then he went and abducted a woman because he couldn’t stop thinking about her! Sure he doesn’t put his hands on you, but he won’t let you leave him either. What if he scares his child or worse starts beating the both of you because he can’t handle your rejection? It keeps him from asking for a child but if you fix your mouth to say he’s too fucked up for a kid, Tori would probably lose his shit.
KAKUCHO HITTO
He still beats himself up over his weird obsession with you, he’s aware that the last thing he should do is bring a child into this mess. While Kakucho does want a kid, he won’t ever tell you that. He feels guilty for even dreaming about such a big commitment when you didn’t want to be with him in the first place! He got you through intimidation. Kakucho won’t add onto the pain by asking so much of you. He’ll wait for you to start that conversation even if it never comes.
SOUYA KAWATA
The thought of getting you pregnant is pretty hot, but the baby actually being there gives him doubts. He’s not scared of being a father, it’s the responsibility that comes with a kid that has him second guessing. He also hates the idea of his baby being mistreated or neglected because of your grudge against him. Souya may be selfish enough to force your hand in marriage but he’s not sick enough to set his child up to be abused.
He’ll wait for most of your anger and frustration from the abduction to subside before “accidentally” knocking you up. At least then you’d talk yourself into believing that it’s fine, and you’ll try to make the most of it. You won’t be quick to use the baby as a punching bag and he’ll get to see your soft side more often.
