#reader x various

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: ghostface, yandere, prank calls, threats, implied kidnapping, implied noncon

♡ FEM reader

It was already past midnight. And you, despite your half-mast eyes, were still lying stomach-down, sprawled out on the couch, too lazy to get up.

Some dumb show about some dumb dysfunctional family was playing low on the TV in front of you, not much to your interest, or at least not enough to keep you awake, but enough to act as white noise you didn’t mind letting lull you to sleep.

You were beginning to drool on your pillow, struggling with the indecision of getting up to brush your teeth and the more tempting, pleasant thought of simply sleeping right there, without the chores of getting ready for bed.

Your arm was mindlessly dangling towards the ground where the remote had slipped some time ago, along with your phone, that suddenly, just when it looked like you were about to fully nod off, started to ring.

Startled awake, you flinched at the sheer chimes buzzing loudly beneath you, like an alarm clock was going off. However, by the looks of the pitch-black darkness outside the window, it was visibly still the middle of the night.

You groaned then, both out of ire and a bit of relief—happy you could fall asleep again without needing to worry, yet reluctant to have to speak to someone for much of the same reason. 

Deliberating it for a small moment, you thought it might be a friend with some silly emergency and were tempted to ignore it before guilt got in the way—where with a pinch between your brows and a big yawn, you swiped to answer it. Stating under your breath that whoever it was owed you big time.

Clicking speakerphone, you had your eyes still fully closed while croaking out a groggy and slightly bothered, “Hello?”

You expected to hear drunken cries and the muted thumps of base and beat and club chatter or something like it—all in all, at least a whiney drunken voice belonging to a friend—but none of the sort was at the other end of the line.

“Hello,” a dark voice replied—audibly altered by a scrambler.

It startled you—enough to make your eyes open at least—still, you didn’t really have the sensibility to think too much of it just yet.

“Who’s this?” you asked.

“Who’s this?” he echoed back, making your brows further scrunch. 

“You’re the one calling?” you said in askance, dragging your head from the pillow to peek down at the phone on the floor, viewing the caller ID, which gave you next to nothing aside from letting you know that your caller was unknown.

“You tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine,” he offered then, and your suspicions of it being a prank call only solidified.

And although the corner of your mouth quirked upward by the sentiment, it was unfortunately just a bit too late for you to be in the mood.

“I’m a little too sleepy for pranks right now—sorry. Try again tomorrow, bye,” you managed to muster through a yawn, hanging up and thinking that was the end of it.

Only, it didn’t take long for the phone to ring again.

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” the same voice asked through the phone, now a little whiney, though obviously playing it up.

The thought of simply hanging up again crossed your mind, but at the same time, you didn’t really see the harm in talking for a bit. You were awake now anyway, and you couldn't exactly deny being a little intrigued. After all, given that he was using a voice scrambler, it wasn’t so unlikely that it was someone you knew.

And with that, you figured you’d humor them, if only for a little while before getting up and brushing your teeth. And so, you ask, “Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

And it answered, “No~” still in that very altered voice that made it impossible to place.

“Well, my mother taught me better,” you joked with a tiny laugh, thinking the entire thing was kind of exciting now that you were sobering up.

Not knowing exactly who was on the other end made you feel all giddy, head spinning over who it might be, whether it was a coworker or friend, or someone else entirely. You couldn't quite figure out who would bother to do such a thing in the dead of night—to you, of all people.

“Oh, come on, aren’t you tired of being a goody-two-shoes?” he flirted back, and you giggled a little louder while picking the phone up from the floor, now keeping it close to your chest as if you were a teenager whispering naughty things to your boyfriend in the dead of night so that your parents wouldn't hear.

“Fine then, Mr. Stranger~” you say slowly and coyly, rolling over onto your back before continuing. “What did you wanna talk to me about?” 

A dark chuckle came back through the phone, making your stomach purr in turn before he spoke again, “What are you wearing?”

You paused at that, cheeks heating with teeth sinking deep into your lip. Looking down at your drab pajamas, you didn’t exactly feel inclined to be truthful. “Hm…”

Pondering for a moment, you smile.

“Sexy lingerie~” you lie through your teeth, trying hard to keep from laughing as you put on your best mock-sultry voice.

“I don’t like liars,” the man answered. “I know you’re in your jammies.”

You pouted then. “Okay, fine—you caught me.” 

“Still sexy, though,” he added, making you giggle again.

“And you’re a little creepy, Mr. Stranger. You aren't stalking me, are you?” you ask in a tease, biting your lip with a smile while looking at the phone, eager for his reply.

Only his answer isn't very nice. “You’re the one begging for it, whoring around with an unknown man on the phone, slut.”

Your eyes widened, skin taken by a cold rush. In the same way you'd react when spotting a mosquito on your arm, you abruptly slapped the phone and hung up.

His voice had changed, turned darker, and immediately the whole conversation didn’t feel very fun anymore. Suddenly sour, it left a foul taste in your mouth that made you feel all in all rather stupid for even having amused it in the first place.

But once again… it only took a few seconds for the phone to ring a third time. 

“Don’t hang up on me,” the same voice demanded.

And while both fed up and put off, you sighed with a huff, voice sharp, asking him, “What do you want?”

“Don't be like that. I told you already, I only want to know your name~” he said, his playful tone of voice back again—only this time, you weren’t at all charmed by it anymore.

“Why do you want to know my name?” you bit out sourly. Unsure why you were still on the phone, and even more unsure why you even bothered picking up yet again at all.

“Well… ‘cause…” he began slowly with a pause, and your brows only sunk lower with his antics, finding yourself properly pissed-off until he uttered the next line, only now in a deeply unsettling whisper. “I want to know who I’m looking at.”

You went cold, and colder than cold with a chill running sharply down your spine. 

Sitting up slowly, eyes alert, you held the phone tightly in your grip while looking at all the windows, viewing the darkness outside.

“Oh, you look cute when you’re scared~” he continued, making you jump to your feet and stomp over to the first window, frantically drawing the curtains one after the other until none remained.

“Quit calling,” you finished, hanging up for what you really wished would be the last time.

However, seconds later, the phone rang again despite your wish. But this time, you let it ring, deliberating whether you ought to call the police or simply ignore it until it stopped. 

You went to check if the outer door was locked before padding back to the couch, listening to the phone finish ringing before beginning anew.

You figured he’d stop after a while, but minutes passed without a break until you finally picked up, not out of fear, but anger.

“I told you not to hang up on me!” he yelled, and you snarled in turn.

“Listen, asshole-”

“No, you listen, you stupid bitch—” he interrupted. “If you hang up on me again, I’ll wring your little neck ‘til your eyes pop out of your skull!”

You gaped at his threats but weren’t about to let yourself be bullied either. “If you don’t stop calling, the next call will be to the police!”

“Tch—” he scoffed before laughter spilled through the speaker. Crackling harshly through the scrambler, louder and louder until it stopped with the next utterance, “Stupid pigs won’t make it in time.”

There was a crash of glass somewhere upstairs, and you flinched while withholding a scream. 

Fear hit you like a flash, robbing you of breath before your instinct took you towards the door. 

Rushing, wide-eyed and goosefleshed, you swallowed thickly while trying to think. With your phone gripped tightly in one hand, you tried pushing in the numbers to the police—while at the same time struggling with the lock to the door, shaking the knob with no fruition until finally pushing it open.

You cast a glance over your shoulder, viewing the empty house that now suddenly seemed much darker than before and the eerie staircase leading up to the earlier crash—ears going deaf with the rush of blood in your head, pumping thick from the panicked beating of your heart. 

As you turn around again, you hear shoes coming thundering down the stairs as you take a rushed step without yet facing forward. You had your mind set on running to the neighbors, only, instead of bursting out into the open street, you were sent backwards into the house again, stumbling until you hit the floor with a wince. 

Your phone slipped from your hand, not only crashing to the ground as hard as you did but smashing into a broken mess as well—now utterly useless.

A dark-cloaked figure stood at the threshold, taking up the entire frame. At the same time, there's a tall presence behind you clad in the exact same way. Screaming white mask and all.

“Silly bitch,” the one in front said nonchalantly, stepping inside—shoulders broad and boots heavy.

The one behind laughed, bringing forth a large knife that made your life flash vividly before your very eyes.

“Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to let strangers inside the house?”

♡ BNHA – Kiri-Baku, Shiga-Dabi, Dabi-Hawks, Kiri-Denki, Shin-Baku ♡ JJK – Suku-Jaku, Suku-Go, Sato-Sugu, Ken-Hito ♡ HQ – KuroTsuki, KuroLev, IwaKyo, Miya twins, ♡ BLLK – NagiReo, RinSae, RyuSae

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[momo-kageyama]

Isaac Night – Boyfriend Yandere

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1. Obsessed and Possessive

• He can't stand the idea of losing you, not even for a second.

• Every look, every word or gesture that may indicate distraction from you awakens a silent anxiety, which turns into constant vigilance.

• He wants to control who approaches you, but in a way that you don't even notice, always with charm and care.

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2. Protective at an Extreme Level

• Isaac puts himself between you and any danger, real or imaginary.

• From trivial accidents to emotional threats, it acts drastically to keep you safe.

• He can stop a fight, get people out of his way, or manipulate situations to make sure you're always by his side.

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3. Intense Jealousy

• Even friends or colleagues can arouse jealousy in him.

• He observes every message, every contact, and small details can become a cause for concern.

• When you realize something you consider a threat, you can act subtly or directly, depending on the level of risk you feel.

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4. Too Attentive to Your Habits

• He knows your schedules, your preferences, manias and even the little tics that you don't even notice.

• Use this information to anticipate your needs, always wanting to be present and useful - sometimes in an exaggerated way.

• Small "apologies" or delays can generate silent, but controlled tension, until he feels that he is safe about you.

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5. Affection Mixed with Implicit Threat

• His way of touching you is intense: hugs that squeeze, looks that pierce, kisses that seem to require total attention and devotion.

• He can murmur sweet statements, but with a tone that makes it clear: no one else can have you.

• The line between protection and threat is tenuous - a warning for those who dare to approach.

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6. Emotional Manipulation

• He knows how to mess with his emotions: he praises, encourages, protects... but he also knows how to induce guilt or fear in a silent way.

• It can make you feel special and unique, while keeping the "dangerous" world outside.

• This mixture creates emotional dependence - you feel security and tension at the same time.

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7. Total Obstination

• He doesn't accept rejection or disinterest.

• If you distance yourself, even if for normal reasons, Isaac becomes tireless, trying to reconnect you, protecting and controlling the situation until you feel that you are again "safe" and dedicated to him.

• He sees you both as a single system: where he exists, you must also exist exclusively next to him.

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8. Creativity and Planning

• Just like in the normal version, he is extremely intelligent, but in the yandere version, this intelligence is applied to keep you just for him.

• Creates plans, subtle surveillance systems, or situations that way rivals or curious people.

• He may be the perfect boyfriend in public, but behind the scenes, everything is calculated to ensure his possession.

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[insidekatmind]

Trap~Choi Mujin

Wearning: +18,smut, age-gap

Request: yes!

You stand in front of the imposing entrance to the building, your heart pounding in your chest. It’s not the first time you’ve found yourself in a dangerous situation, but this is different. The name of Choi Mujin, the head of the powerful mafia organization, rings in your mind as you grip the handle of the gun. The evidence you’ve gathered over the past few months is overwhelming, enough to finally put him behind bars.

The building is quiet, with dark hallways and dim lights. Every step you take seems to echo in the heavy air, and a sense of unease grows in you. Then, when you enter his office, you see him. Choi Mujin is sitting behind a massive desk, his face impassive, as if he’s been waiting for your visit forever.

“You’ve finally come, policewoman,” he says with a cold smile, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you shiver. It’s not fear, it’s something deeper, a tension you’re having trouble deciphering. Your breathing becomes more labored as you advance, holding the gun firmly in your hand.

"You know why I'm here," you reply, your voice betraying the determination, but also the fragility you're trying to hide. "The evidence is against you. There's no escape."

Mujin doesn't flinch. Instead, he looks at you as if he's studying you, his dark eyes like deep wells that seem to scrutinize every inch of you. He smiles and slowly gets up from the chair, approaching you with a measured, but relentless pace. "I've been waiting for you, we're finally alone," Choi Mujin says, touching your side.

“Were you waiting for me?” you whispered confused. “Did you know I was coming?”

Choi Mujin's smile widens as he hears your whisper, his fingers trailing along your side. "Of course I knew," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been watching you, following your every move. You're quite the persistent little detective, aren't you?"

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Most cops would have given up by now, but not you. You're different." His hand slides up to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?" he chuckles darkly. "I could break you so easily, make you beg for mercy. But where's the fun in that?"

“All those clues were traps,” you whispered more to yourself than to him.

Choi Mujin's grip on your waist tightens as he hears your realization. "Ah, so the little detective is finally catching on," he purrs, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Those clues were indeed traps, designed to lure you in, to make you think you had me cornered."

He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "But you walked right into them, didn't you? Like a moth drawn to a flame." His other hand comes up to cup your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "And now, here you are, all alone with me, with no backup, no way out."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip, a mockery of a gentle touch. "So, what do you plan to do now, detective? Arrest me? Shoot me? Or perhaps..." he continues, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "you'll realize that you're out of your depth and beg for mercy." His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I could make you feel things you've never felt before, detective. Pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. "But first, I think it's time we even the playing field, don't you?" In a swift motion, he disarms you, your gun clattering to the floor. "Now, we're on equal terms."

You gasped softly and for a second you looked at your gun on the ground and realized you were defeated. Choi Mujin watches with satisfaction as the realization of defeat crosses your face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "That's right, little detective. You're all alone with me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

His hand slides from the back of your neck to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it possessively. "I've waited so long for this moment, to have you completely at my mercy." He applies a slight pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength.

"You know, I could snap your neck right now, and no one would ever find your body," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "But where's the fun in that? I want to break you, to make you beg for my mercy."

His other hand starts to roam your body, exploring your curves with a familiarity that makes your skin crawl. "I'm going to take my time with you, detective," he says, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me."

He suddenly spins you around, pressing your back against his chest as he holds you in a vicelike grip. His lips find your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin. "You're mine now," he growls. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

His hand slides down to your stomach, his fingers splaying possessively. "Maybe I'll start by marking you, so everyone knows who you belong to."

His hand slowly slides lower, his intentions clear. "I wonder how loud I can make you scream," he whispers menacingly in your ear. "Will you beg for mercy, or will you try to maintain that stubborn facade until the very end?"

He bites down hard on your neck, marking you as his. "Either way, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece." His hand reaches the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your thigh. "Let's see how long you can hold out, little detective."

Choi Mujin smirks at your gasp, his hand continuing its upward trajectory beneath your skirt. "Sensitive, aren't we?" he mocks, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh. "I wonder what other sounds I can draw out of you."

He presses his hips against your backside, letting you feel his growing arousal. "You're trembling," he observes, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Are you scared, detective? Or maybe... excited?"His hand reaches its destination, his fingers pressing against your most intimate area through your underwear. "Let's find out, shall we?" he says, his voice a low, menacing purr. He starts to rub you, his touch rough and demanding. "Wet already? You're even more pathetic than I thought."

You try to hold back your moans because you didn't want to give him any satisfaction.

Choi Mujin's smirk widens as he notices your struggle to remain silent. "Trying to hold back, are we?" he taunts, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers. "It's no use, detective. Your body is betraying you."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this. Your panties are already soaked." His other hand slides up to your breast, squeezing it roughly. "You're just a weak, pathetic woman who can't resist a real man's touch."

“You're crazy,” you manage to whisper.

Choi Mujin laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "Crazy?" he repeats, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your most sensitive areas. "Perhaps. But you're the one who walked into my trap, detective. You're the one who's about to be fucked senseless by the man you swore to bring to justice."

He bites down hard on your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for more."

His hand suddenly disappears from beneath your skirt, leaving you aching and frustrated. Before you can react, he spins you around to face him, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "On your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

When you hesitate, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "I said, on your knees," he repeats, his tone dripping with menace. "You're going to suck my cock like the good little whore you are."

You hesitate for a moment, the defiance in your eyes warring with the fear and reluctant arousal coursing through your veins. But with a cruel yank of your hair, Choi Mujin reminds you of your powerless position. Slowly, reluctantly, you sink to your knees before him.

He releases your hair, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. "Open your mouth," he orders, his voice cold and commanding. "And if you even think about biting, I'll make you regret it."

As you part your lips, he pulls out his erect cock, the thick length bobbing menacingly in front of your face. "Now, suck,"

You open your mouth and kiss his length then lick it and finally take it in your mouth.

Choi Mujin groans as your warm mouth envelops his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all, you little slut."

He begins to thrust his hips, forcing his length deeper into your throat. Tears spring to your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his size, your gag reflex kicking in. But he shows no mercy, continuing to fuck your mouth with brutal intensity.

"That's right," he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. "Choke on my cock. This is what you deserve for crossing me."

As you suck his cock you glare at him but as his cock goes deeper you roll your eyes in pleasure. Choi Mujin notices your gaze, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Look at you, glaring at me even as you suck my dick," he taunts, his hips snapping forward sharply. "Such a fucking hypocrite. You hate it, but your body loves it."

He pulls out suddenly, his cock slick with your saliva. "Open your mouth," he commands, his hand pumping his length rapidly. "I'm going to come all over your pretty face, mark you as my whore."

With a final grunt, he reaches his climax, his hot seed spurting onto your cheeks and lips. "Fuck," he pants, his chest heaving. "You look even better covered in my cum."

Choi Mujin watches as you lick his cum from your lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You liked that, didn't you?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Dirty little slut, tasting my seed like it's the finest delicacy."

He reaches down, wiping the remaining cum from your cheek with his thumb, then forcing his finger into your mouth. "Clean it off," he orders, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Taste every last drop of what belongs to me."

As you suck his thumb clean, he pulls it out, leaving you panting and disheveled. "Now, let's see how well you take my cock in other holes," he says, his tone leaving no doubt about his intentions. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Your breathing becomes heavier at his words. Choi Mujin notices your heavy breathing, his grin widening. "Oh, so the little detective is getting excited," he mocks, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek possessively. "You're just a slut in heat, aren't you? Begging for my cock without even realizing it."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name," he whispers menacingly. "By the time I'm done with you, all you'll remember is the feeling of my cock stretching your tight little holes."

His hand slides down to your neck, squeezing lightly. "Now, be a good girl and strip for me. I want to see every inch of the body I'm about to claim."

Still with trembling breath you get up from the ground and undress.

Choi Mujin's eyes roam over your exposed body, his gaze hungry and possessive. "Fuck, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. His other hand reaches out to touch your breast, squeezing it roughly. "Such perfect tits," he says, his thumb brushing against your nipple. "I wonder how they'll look covered in bruises."

His hand slides down your stomach, his fingers teasing your folds. "And this sweet little pussy," he continues, his voice dripping with menace.

He plunges two fingers inside you without warning, pumping them in and out roughly. "So tight," he growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm going to stretch this pussy out so much, you'll be able to take my entire fist."

He curls his fingers, hitting your Gspot with expert precision. "Come for me," he commands, his thumb pressing against your clit. "Show me how much you love being used by a criminal like me."

His other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as he continues his brutal fingering. "That's it, little detective," he pants, his own arousal evident. "Come on my fingers like the whore you are."

You moaned and pushed your hips harder onto his fingers. “oh god” you whispered.

Choi Mujin's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as he watches you moan and grind against his fingers. "That's right, beg for it," he growls, his pace becoming even more brutal. "God isn't going to save you, but maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you come."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers," he whispers menacingly. "You're so close, aren't you? So desperate for release."

His thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers curling deeper inside you. "Come for me, you pathetic slut," he commands, his grip on your throat tightening. "Show me how much you love being used by a monster like me."

Choi Mujin watches with a cruel smile as you come undone, your body convulsing with pleasure. He doesn't stop fingering you, prolonging your orgasm until you're a sobbing, trembling mess.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers finally slowing. He pulls them out, bringing them to his lips to suck off your juices. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Now, it's time for the main event," he says, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. And you're going to love every second of it."

He pushes you onto the desk, spreading your legs roughly. "Hold on tight, little detective," he warns, positioning his cock at your entrance. "This is going to be a ride you'll never forget."

You hold onto his shoulders as you moan as you feel his cock rubbing against your entrance. Choi Mujin smirks at your moan, his cock throbbing against your entrance. "You're so wet for me already," he taunts, rubbing the head of his dick against your folds. "Your pussy is practically begging for my cock."

Without warning, he slams into you, filling you completely. "Fuck," he groans, his hips immediately starting to move. "You're so tight, it's like your pussy was made for me."

He begins to fuck you ruthlessly, his hips pistoning in and out at a brutal pace. The desk shakes beneath you, papers scattering across the floor. "Take it, you little slut," he pants, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Take my fucking cock."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he promises, his voice harsh with desire.

You groan louder. "Yes, please,keep going" you say between groan. "So good... so good."

Choi Mujin's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he says, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "The little detective is a dirty talker. I like that."

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You want me to keep going, huh?" he whispers menacingly. "You want me to fuck you until you're screaming my name?"

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly. "Beg for it," he commands, his hips never slowing. "Beg me to ruin your tight little pussy. Show me how much you love being used by a criminal."

His thumb presses harder against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Come on, detective," he taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Beg like the slut you are."

"please Choi Mujin, fuck me harder" you begged touching his face and shoulders.

Choi Mujin's smirk widens at your desperate plea, his grip on your throat tightening. "Good girl," he purrs, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget this moment."

His free hand reaches up to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly. "You're mine now," he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to break."

He leans down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, marking you as his. "Come for me," he commands, his thumb rubbing your clit furiously. "Come all over my cock like the slutty little detective you are."

You moan loudly and take his face and kiss him. Choi Mujin is taken aback by your sudden kiss, but he quickly recovers, kissing you back with brutal intensity. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating and claiming you completely.

He pulls back, panting heavily. "Fuck," he mutters, his eyes blazing with desire. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Without warning, he flips you over, bending you over the desk. "I'm going to fuck you from behind now," he growls, slamming into you without preamble. "And you're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he begins to pound into you relentlessly. The desk creaks and shakes beneath you, threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts. "You feel so fucking good," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "I could fuck you forever."

You arched your ass to take more and whimpered. “Yes please, like this,” you murmured in pleasure.

Choi Mujin groans in pleasure as you arch your back, taking him deeper. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, his hips slamming against your ass with bruising force. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked hard and used."

He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Come on, detective," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me tight."

His other hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head back as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to use you however I want, whenever I want. You're my personal fuck toy, my little detective slut."

He bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his. "Come for me," he demands, his fingers rubbing your clit harder. "Come all over my cock like the obedient little whore you are."

His thrusts become erratic, his own orgasm approaching. "Fuck, I'm going to come," he groans, his grip on your throat tightening. "I'm going to fill you up, mark you from the inside out. You'll be dripping with my seed for days."

Choi Mujin doesn't stop fucking you even as you come undone around his cock, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. "That's it, take it all," he pants, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Take every last drop of my cum."

He continues to pound into you, his grip on your throat tightening as he chases his own release. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill you up, make you mine completely."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he comes. "Yes, fuck," he hisses, his hot seed flooding your pussy. "You're mine now, detective. My personal cum dumpster."

He stays buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving against your back. "Such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I knew you'd be perfect for this."

You turn around and wince in pain as your legs shake. You look at him as you sigh heavily as you had to come down from your orgasm.

Choi Mujin smirks as he watches you wince in pain, your legs shaking from the intense fucking he just gave you. "What's wrong, detective?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Can't handle a little rough play?"

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek possessively. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your flushed, sweaty face. "Broken and used, just the way I like you."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip, smearing a bit of his cum that was still there. "Open your mouth," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want you to clean my thumb, show me how much you enjoyed being my little slut."

You open your mouth and suck his thumb, looking at him with your seductive eyes.

Choi Mujin's eyes darken with desire as you suck his thumb, your seductive gaze locking onto his. "Fuck," he mutters, his other hand coming up to grip your hair. "You're a natural at this, aren't you?"

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his tongue as he kisses you deeply, possessively. "I could get used to this," he says against your lips, his voice husky. "Having you at my beck and call, ready to suck my cock or spread your legs whenever I want."

His hand slides down to your pussy, his fingers pushing inside your stillsensitive hole. "You're mine now, detective," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to break."You moaned and pulled him into another kiss as you moved your hips onto his hand and cuddled into him.

Choi Mujin kisses you back fiercely, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your pussy. He wraps his other arm around you, pulling you flush against his body as you cuddle into him.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I love how you melt into me, how you can't get enough of my touch."

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck where he bites and sucks, marking you as his. "I'm going to keep you," he says possessively, his fingers curling inside you. "You'll be my personal pet, my little detective whore."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in circles as he continues to finger you. "Come for me again," he commands, his voice low and dominant.

"Choi Mujin" you groan his name and come on his fingers.

Choi Mujin groans in satisfaction as you come undone on his fingers, your pussy clamping down around them. "That's it, come for me," he murmurs, his fingers continuing their movements, drawing out your orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to suck off your juices. "You taste so fucking good," he says, his eyes locked onto yours. "I could get addicted to your flavor."

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you tremble in the aftermath of your climax. "You're mine now, detective," he says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to keep."

His hand slides up to your throat, squeezing lightly. "And I always take care of what's mine."

[ilylmwwifys]

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR NAGUMO ON VALENTINES DAY PLEASE WRITE MOREEEE!!!! Like if you don't mind the request.. I was thinking like in the future... like the aftermath of the whole fake girlfriend thing and nagumo and Y/n a retired assassin meet again at sakamotos store! :DDD she could be like Hana's teacher or smth idk trying to live a normal life lol

—𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

⏳,, angst & fluff , one-shot , slight suggestive

. 🕰 You thought you left that world behind—cold missions, whispered secrets, and a certain infuriating assassin, but fate had other plans.

previous - next

After Sakamoto retired to focus on his life, you soon followed suit, especially after hearing that your dear friend was going to be a father. You had left the world of assassins behind, choosing to live a quiet, normal life as Hana’s teacher.

To be honest, becoming a teacher had never been in your plans. But you had your reasons.

First, you wanted to protect Hana. If anyone ever placed a bounty on Sakamoto’s head, his daughter could be caught in the crossfire. Second, kids were just too damn adorable.

This was what you called paradise, surrounded by cheerful children, including Hana, whose laughter brightened even your darkest days.

Shrugging, you picked out your outfit for the day, settling on something casual. Today, you were going to spend time with Hana, maybe tutor her a little.

Maybe I should get her a toy… you mused. It wasn’t a special occasion, but you simply enjoyed spoiling her. You made sure, of course, that your favoritism didn’t become too obvious in class.

With your bag packed, you headed out, making your way to Sakamoto’s convenience store.

Humming softly, you watched the town come to life around you. Children ran past, laughing as they played. A man stepped out of a shop, adjusting the bag in his arms. In the distance, a couple sat at a restaurant, talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over the table.

The sight tugged at something in your memory.

A mission.

A night.

Yoichi Nagumo.

"I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but we can’t let you enter unless you’re a couple," the staff member said, their tone firm yet apologetic.

You clenched your jaw, irritation prickling at your skin.

"I already told you—we are a couple." Your grip on Nagumo’s hand tightened, a subtle warning. Nagumo, ever the observer, noticed your irritation but simply smiled at the staff, letting you do the talking.

The two of you stood in the lobby of an exclusive couples-only nightclub. The entire concept was ridiculous, but unfortunately, your target—one of the club's founders—frequented this place. The original plan had been simple, pretend to be a couple to gain access. But neither of you had anticipated just how strict the entry requirements would be.

You had no intention of holding hands, and you were sure Nagumo didn't either—at least, that was until the staff eyed the both of you suspiciously. Without hesitation, Nagumo had laced his fingers through yours, his grip firm, silent reassurance hidden beneath his usual amusement.

You had been caught off guard, embarrassed, even. You had tried pulling away, only for him to squeeze tighter, his message clear: Play along. It’s for the mission.

And so, there you stood, hands entwined, shoulders brushing as you faced the skeptical staff. "If you have proof that you’re a couple, then you may go in," the staff said.

A nerve twitched in your temple. Proof? Proof of what? That you were together? That you were in love?

"Such as?" you asked, voice clipped. "Well, for instance…" The staff hesitated, struggling for an example. You exhaled sharply, patience thinning. You were about to speak when suddenly-

Nagumo tugged you closer.

You barely had time to process the movement before his face was mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, dark eyes staring into yours with something unreadable.

Your nose brushed against his, and then—Soft. Warm.

Nagumo kissed you.

Your world stilled.

Your mind scrambled for logic, reason, anything, but all you could register was the heat of his lips, the way his fingers tightened around yours, how effortlessly he melted into the role.

When he pulled away, he turned to the staff with his signature closed-eye smile. "Like this?" His voice was smooth, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just stolen something from you.

Your first kiss.

You stood frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your cheeks burned, the heat unbearable.

The staff gawked, clearly not expecting that as proof. Nagumo chuckled at their stunned silence. "What? Do you want us to fuc—"

"NAGUMO!" You shouted his name, mortified, and immediately bowed to the staff.

"I’m sorry for his behavior," you said through gritted teeth.

The staff, still flustered, waved their hands. "I-It’s fine… Sorry for doubting you both. You may go in. "You shot Nagumo a glare as you yanked your hand from his grip the moment you were out of the staff’s sight.

"You stole my first kiss."

"Stole?" he echoed, his smirk widening. "I was meant to be your first kiss."

That night, you felt something shift. Your heart betrayed you, drawn to his warmth.

And yet, that was also the night you vanished from his life.

Completely.

You shook off the memory, stomach twisting at the thought.

You had buried that part of your life—him— long ago. Yet, even now, your chest tightened at the mere memories. Sighing, you quickened your pace, spotting the convenience store up ahead.

Sakamoto had recently hired a new employee, a girl. You had been curious about her and decided today was the perfect chance to surprise both her and Sakamoto.

Aoi had texted earlier, saying she’d be out with Hana, which meant more free time for you. You stepped toward the entrance, completely unaware of what awaited you inside.

The automatic doors slid open.

You froze.

Sakamoto stood behind the counter, as usual, but beside him sat a girl munching on pizza, completely unfazed. Shin, his blond hair disheveled, looked utterly bewildered.

But the real shock?

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a red-patterned polo, was choking a pizza delivery guy with just his arm, his grip like iron. The delivery guy wheezed, struggling.

"See? Just like I told you," the black-haired man said, smiling as if he weren’t seconds away from snapping the poor guy’s neck.

"I don’t like lies." His voice was light, playful even, but laced with unmistakable menace as he gave the blonde one of his infamous closed-eye smile.

Shin tensed, raising his guard as the man’s grip tightened. "Nagumo, wait." Sakamoto’s voice was calm but firm while an unfinished pizza laid on his hands.

At his words, Nagumo immediately let go, letting the delivery guy collapse to the ground without so much as a glance.

He turned to Sakamoto. "Don’t tell me you’re going to try to get through this without killing—"

"Chi…?"

The name left your lips before you could stop it.

Nagumo’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening.

For the first time in years, you locked eyes with him.

And in the next heartbeat-

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You didn’t know what was happening. Heck, even Nagumo didn’t know why he was acting like this.

The only thing he knew was that his soul ached for you, craved you, missed you.

Every part of him did.

His grip on your clothes tightened, his body pressing closer as if afraid you’d slip through his fingers again. You had once again appeared in his life. This time, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

The same day the mission was completed, you had vanished without a word.

And that was the day he had been waiting for, the day he was finally ready to take you seriously.

But he had lost his chance.

And now, fate had handed him another one.

This time, he wasn’t letting you go.

"Huh—" You barely got the sound out before he held you even tighter, silently telling you not to say anything.

"I missed you," he murmured, voice low, raw.

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t sure what shocked you more—his words or the way your heart clenched at them.

Your breath hitched, hands hovering in the air, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He was warm.

Too warm.

And it scared you.

You had spent years convincing yourself that what happened that night meant nothing, that Nagumo was nothing but a fleeting part of your past. But here he was, holding you as if you were something precious, as if you belonged in his arms.

And the worst part?

A part of you wanted to stay there.

"Nagumo," you finally muttered, your voice unsteady.

At the sound of his name, he exhaled sharply against your neck, his grip on you tightening for just a moment before he finally pulled away, but not too far.

His hands remained firm on your waist, his dark eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw, something unspoken. You swallowed hard.

"You’re acting like I was the one who disappeared," you forced a scoff, trying to ease the tension, but your voice betrayed you, quieter than you intended.

Nagumo didn’t smile.

For the first time in a long time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something real.

"You were," he murmured.

Your heart lurched. Before you could say anything, Shin’s voice cut through the moment.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"

You flinched, suddenly aware of your surroundings again. Shin looked absolutely dumbfounded, glancing between you and Nagumo like he had just witnessed something illegal. The girl beside Sakamoto continued eating her pizza, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama playing out in real-time, but she too was confused. Sakamoto, who knew everything simply let out a small sigh.

Nagumo finally smirked, his usual playfulness returning as he turned to Shin. "What? Didn’t I tell you? She’s my little runaway."

Your brows furrowed. "I am not your—"

"And now that I’ve found her again," he interrupted, shooting you a knowing look, "I’m never letting her go."

Your stomach twisted.

The weight of his words settled in your chest, a dangerous promise laced with something even heavier—something terrifying.

Because for all your years of running, all your years of trying to forget… You knew.

Nagumo never made empty promises.

. [📜] This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if I wrote something not to your liking. I wanted to integrate some angst to it... But anyway, I'm glad you liked my nagumo fic! :) p.s the header I used from the start is what I imagine you and nagumo's date will be. (Sorry if I published this late since my tumblr has been acting up and it's annoying)

ˏ 「🗝」 Mission: Heartstrings = Missions are usually about strategy and precision, but this one? It’s about emotions—specifically, the unbreakable bond between the you and Yoichi.

The "Heartstrings" part adds a soft, romantic touch, showing that despite all the danger and the years apart, their hearts are still connected. It’s like saying, "Oops, this mission wasn’t just about work… feelings got involved!" It perfectly captures how Nagumo and the reader are tied together, whether they like it or not

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

[dex0s]

REWRITE ON, "DON'T WORRY 'BOUT A THING"

PROLOGUE, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE >>>> SIX

(A/N)— does anyone like Abby’s fucking eyebrows… just me okay…

Word Count: 2.5K+ WARNING: (Name) not giving two shits. (Same twin), NOT PROOFREAD (fuck that shit dude)

Luckily, after the nightmare, sleep found its way back to you—uneasy, but enough. When the sunlight broke through the curtains and warmed your face, their eyes fluttered open. For a moment, (Name) just lay there, breath slow, like their body wasn't sure it could trust the calm. But the light... The light felt real. Gentle. A promise whispered across your skin. Today was a new day—one you had to believe wouldn't break them like the last.

BUZZ  BUZZ    BUZZ

A groan slips from your lips, rough and heavy with sleep. Fingers fumble toward the vibrating phone, dragging it off the charger with more force than necessary. (Name) eyes squint against the harsh glow of the screen. Who the hell was calling this early (Its 1 in the afternoon). Looking at the caller ID you see the name, "BIG DADDY ALPHA"... now why the hell is Zayden calling this early. Groaning for the thousandth time today (it's the second time) you answer– not giving a shit that your hair is a bird's nest.

(fun fact that's not fun for me but I was getting attacked by a bird last weekend but that's a story for a different day.)

"Now Zayden– why the hell are you call–"

"(NAME)! (NAME), RUMIR— RUMIR VOICE IS GONE!"

Blinking once at the person on the phone, Zayden who is crying like it's the end of the world. Well technically it would be... but that something that (Name) doesn't have to deal with. You sit there for a minute feeling like you forgot something but before you can fully comprehend your life. You hear a 'Hey!' from Zayden, and now you see Miro giving you a nasty stare.

"Who is that– I see black hair on your chest"

"ARE YOU CHEATING ON US!"

Looking down at your chest you see who Miro was talking about. Jelly... your teddy bear, you would say... teddy bear that is a demon, in which if the boys see you are royalty fucked. Quickly moving the phone camera closer to your face.

"What the hell are you on... that's my new cat, yea cat. But back on what Zayden said, what do you mean Rumir lost his voice?" You quickly change one conversation to the next one. Now Miro is the one yelling 'Hey!' at Zayden as he snatches his phone back.

"YeasolastnightwihenyouleftRumirthoughtitwasagoodideatorelease'Golden'anditwasabighitbutwhenweweregoingtodoitliveRumircouldn'tsingsointheendwecancelsonowwearetheonebeingcancelbythefans. BUT! iknowsomeonewhocanhelpatweareaboutogotherearesinceyourdonewithwhateveryouhadtodoIthoughtyoucouldcomewithus."

Zayden was breathing like he just ran the Olympic finals—when all he really did was run his mouth the whole time. Taking your sweet thing to think about what the fuck he just said piece by piece. Rumir, who is now in the living room, sees Zayden breathing like he's about to have a panic attack, Miro with a dumbfounded face, and you on the screen of Zayden's phone looking like you just saw Zayden kill someone and got away with it.

"Uh— so what the hell just happene–"

"Yea sure I'll go"

You cut off Rumir mid-sentence—didn't even pretend to care. No hesitation, no guilt. You hang up.

Getting Jelly back to the underworld wasn't easy... yeah, it sucked. Sad, I know. But it had to be done.

Steam still clings to your skin as you step out of the shower, the world a little quieter now. You pause in front of the mirror, staring down at the marks that have been with you your whole life. The ones that used to pulse in shades of deep violet—mysterious, heavy.

Now? They shimmer gold. But if you look closer, really look... there's still a hint of rainbow threaded underneath, hiding like it's not ready to be seen just yet.

You drag your fingers slowly up and down your forearm. Something feels... off. Not painful, just strange.

These marks, they are—[INFORMATION REDACTED].

Wait—what were you even talking about just now? Anyway, focus. You've got a million things to do—whatever it is you need to get ready to join the boys. Then you still need to finish polishing that new single you're planning to drop soon. Deadlines don't care if you're tired.

TIMESKIP

"HEY! (NAME) OVER HERE"

SLAP

"SHHHH— we are in public were the fans are can lurking at"

Turning to your left, your eyes land on them—three familiar figures clustered in the alleyway just outside a shady-looking doctor's office. The moment Rumir sees you, it's like the world stops turning for him. His eyes go wide—like he's staring at heaven itself, like you're some divine thing that stepped down just for him.

Behind him, though? Absolute chaos.

Zayden and Miro are going at it like feral animals—one's got the other in a headlock, the other's throwing weak punches that look more like flailing slaps. You're not sure if they're fighting over food, pride, or whose hair looks better today... but it's loud, it's stupid, and it's them.

Once you're close enough, Rumir doesn't waste a second—his arm slides around your waist like it belongs there, anchoring you to him without a word. It's possessive, but gentle. Familiar. His warmth seeps into your side, grounding you.

Then he turns his head slightly, eyes still half-glued to you as he speaks up—calm, but pointed.

"Zayden... are you sure this is the right person to help with my voice?"

The question cuts clean through the chaos.

Zayden and Miro freeze mid-scuffle, Zayden's arm halfway cocked to slap Miro's face (again). The tension breaks immediately, like someone hit pause on their nonsense.

"Yeah! Duh!" Zayden chirps, dusting off his hoodie like that somehow makes him more convincing. "On his page, he's helped a ton of people—idols too! You're in good hands, trust me."

Without another word, Zayden pushes open the rickety door to the doctor's office like he owns the place, practically skipping inside.

Miro trails behind him with a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't get stuck. His voice mutters just loud enough for you and Rumir to hear—

"Tch... says the guy who thought sea salt could 'cleanse chakras.'"

You sit sandwiched between Miro and Zayden in the cramped little waiting room, the kind that smells like lemon cleaner and broken dreams. The vinyl chairs creak every time someone breathes too hard, and the air conditioner hums like it's barely holding on.

Your eyes drift up to the wall across from you—plastered with photos, dozens of them. Signed posters, backstage passes, blurry selfies with idols that are way too famous to be in this dump.

But something's off.

You squint.

Nah. No way.

You lean in just a little. He definitely photoshopped himself into half these pictures. His arm is floating in one. The lighting's all wrong in another. And in one pic, his head is literally cut off mid-forehead.

"Oh hell no..." you think, already mentally cursing Zayden and his entire bloodline for dragging you into what's clearly some knock-off K-idol witch doctor's office.

Before you can get to the part where you swear vengeance on his great-grandchildren, the door swings open with an obnoxious creak.

The door creaks open like it's announcing royalty, and in walks the so-called "doctor."

The boys practically launch themselves out of their seats, bowing like they're meeting the president of K-pop himself. Full 90-degrees, all respectful and serious.

You? You stay planted. Arms crossed. Unbothered.

Fuck that doctor.

He steps in with a fake-ass smile that's trying way too hard to look warm and wise. "Ah—Huntr/x and Ms. (Name), no need to bow."

Bitch, you think, eyes narrowing just a little. I didn't even bow to your ass.

You force a smile anyway, one of those dead-eyed ones that says I'm only here so no one gets sued.

You're not even paying attention anymore.

Whatever the doctor's saying fades into static—just background noise to your growing list of regrets. You're too busy mentally counting all the red flags taped to the walls, too busy planning how hard you're going to roast Zayden later for this nonsense.

Until you feel a hand gently shake your shoulder.

You blink, pulled back to the present.

Rumir's standing in front of you now, close enough for you to see the small crease between his brows, the one he gets when he's worried but trying not to show it. In his hands, a plain white box—sealed, slightly dented, and way too mysterious for your liking.

"Let's go, (Name)," he says softly, like he's already made the decision and just needs you to follow. Following close behind Rumir, you two catch up to both Miro and Zayden.

"Now that we have the medication, Rumir can get his voice back!" Zayden twirls around Miro before doing finger guns at you and Rumir.

Rumir and Miro roll their eyes at Zayden, walking away to exit the alley. "Man. Why am I the odd one in the group."

Giving Zayden a side eye because of how dumb that question was, you grab his hand ragging him towards the group like a ragdoll.

Hitting the back of Miro, you about to question on why the fuck he stops in the middle of your walkway.

"Gasp!... FANS!", Somehow Zayden was able to pull away from your hold and now everyone is hiding behind you like a shield when you're the smallest one out this friend group.

"Now this is same bullshit right here—"

"(Name) walk."

Turning your head over your shoulder you give these grown men the fuck you finger. Now looking back you can see the shadow of the fans turning the corner.

'Unbelievable... un-fucking-believable'

Just the four guys you were NOT looking for. 'See now why the hell are they trying to look sex when they look like aliens. And not those hot aliens from fanfictions.'

Still in your thoughts, the boys move out from behind you and sees the wannabe one direction group.

'Damn... would (Name) love me if I had abs?"

'I'm not gay but god damn would I kill for some body like that'

'These bitches are ugly... (Name) would agree. Right?'

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse. Jinu, the same man that thinks 'misunderstood' is a personality. Walks out and now Rumir is eyeballing him down.

'Okay maybe if I don't look at them they won't notice me' once you hear feet stop in place you know they found you. Looking next to you, Rumir is on the ground looking like a bird just shit in his mouth, Miro and Zayden still staring at the boys like it's their favorite animal at the zoo. Lastly Saja bitches looking at you like you went out to go get some milk and never came back. (Oh wait you did!)

"(Name)—" Jinu eyes widened see your gorgeous face. He hesitates but slowly and carefully holds a hand out to you like your some exotic animal that he just discovered.

But before he can put his grimy hands on you. Miro steps in and stops his hand.

"Yo. Backup dude" Miro glares at Jinu.

Jinu snatches his hand out of Miro hand before giving him a disgusted look.

"Tsk— get your nasty hands off of me" Jinu walks backwards to the other Saja boys who are glaring at Miro.

"Come on. Let go" Jinu and his other bitches— I mean friends walk off yet Jinu just had to get one little lick back, "You should come to our show (Name), we miss you."

'Thanks Jinu, now I'm going to fucking die because you just had to get the last sentence' you sigh keeping your head down before turning your head towards the boys that pause their pickup.

"What does he mean (Name)" Rumir slowly gets up, looking at you with the same dark expression when he hears something he doesn't like. You pray for yourself before asking.

"I don't know him— he just must be mistaken for another (Name)." Did you just play with him. Yes yes you did. But you really think that you wanna deal with this possessive shit. No, no thank you so your going to lie in his face and plays with his balls because fuck that.

before Rumir could add his two little sense in you hear music playing around the corner. And wanting to get out of the situation.

"Hey we should go check out the music" you begin to walk towards the sound of the music. Behind you the boys look at each other before nodding and walking up to you.

Walking in to the crowd of people, you finally make it to the front with the boys not that far behind.

Hey, hey,Hey, hey, hey

"Hey! It's those boys again" Zayden pointed out like everyone didn't notice.

Don't want you, need you, yeah, I need you to fill me up.

Hundred percent this song is not kids friendly. You continue to listen to the song that's not about a soda pop but whatever. Not noticing your shoulder moving to the song, but the two boy bands sure did.

Now no is pissed off and the other feels their ego grow. Rumir sees the one male named Jinu drink something that closely resembles his medicine. Quickly counting one is missing.

"That slut took one of my medicine pouches" The three boys give the singers nasty looks. Miro catch's the heart that came flying at you before crushing it.

"How dare ease elephants try to give their love to (Name)"

"We should kill them"

Miro and Zayden whispered (you heard that shit) to each other before looking at their leader Rumir. Who is by the way flaming up in anger, gets a closer view and the Saja fucks. His eyes catch the purple marks and yellow eyes.

"They're demons"

"Bitch add demons"

"Magicians— wait no demons, yeah demons"

Not wanting to deal with the shit because your gut is telling you they are going to shit on innocent people because of the demons you mutter something to them because walking away. By the time the boys notice you are gone and so are the Saja demons. They all froze for a second. 

“(NAME) GOT KIDNAPPED!” Zayden screams, his voice cracking at the top of his lungs, panic ripping straight through his chest.

Heads whip around. Conversations cut off mid-word. The crowd goes dead silent for a second—just long enough for his words to echo across the square.

“(Name)? The singer?” someone gasps from the middle of the crowd.

Phones are already being pulled out. Cameras flash. You hear more voices rising.

“The reallyyyy famous?” “Wait—they were here?!” “Did someone really take (Name)?!”

The crowd stirs into chaos—some people scream, some start running, and others are already livestreaming like this is some kind of messed-up fan event.

Miro’s fists clench so tight his knuckles turn white. Rumir is dead silent, his face unreadable—but his aura flares out in heatwaves, golden flames licking at the ground around him.

“We were right here,” he mutters under his breath. “And they still took them…”

Zayden turns to Miro, frantic. “We have to find them—NOW. Before Jinu and those demon bastards do whatever, they’re planning!”

Now what the boys don't know you didn't get kidnap, but you might as well say you did because why are the Saja Shit in your face. 'I thought we had a deal Gwi-ma... well you are a demon, so I don't know why I trusted you' you sigh seeing five circles around you. 

'Well fuck me in the ass-- wait don't do that'

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 - Prolouge

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EVER SINCE EVIL SPROUTED OUT INTO THE WORLD. Devils would soon be born into existence of the world as well. A devil who embodies the fear that humanity ever had throughout the history. Be it physical or intangible concepts such as the future, blood. Or something primal like darkness, falling, disease. And death.

It was never known whether it applied to both the winners in heaven or the sinner into hell. But that didn't really mattered, even in the afterlife. Devils still had hate for the humans who winds up in hell and perhaps hellborns to some extent, depending on that devil.

Since devils, had many variety of fears. The primals being on top of the rest. They had their own little hierarchy specifically made for them in their own little home. That is separated from the other rings of hell due the devils ever growing. Though, are still allowed to travel around.

Unlike hellborns, who were exempted from the exterminators under a contract. They couldn't kill a devil, whether they were weak or not. Since naturally, they would just simply respawn due to them being a unique species amongst hell being born from the fears of humanity, thus they do not have any souls they could destroy permanently without being brought back again. And due the primal fears being more powerful, and embodying the worst fears of mankind, and are not above fighting back at them. They reluctantly left that place alone as they most exterminators couldn't take them all on and didn't want any future problems with them that would potentially bite at them back.

Throughout her life as a devil. Y/N, whosealso known as the Control Devil respectively. She only followed what she was meant to do in her nature as one, and simply doing what she wanted.

Before that, she used to be a former member of the four horsemen. A group of four particularly powerful devils. But eventually separated from one another for a long time, to the point they couldn't even recognize each others faces. But Y/N was fine with that, for she could care less what happened to them.

Y/N throughout worked in the shadows. Capturing any new potential pets into her ever growing collection. All while hiding away whom she truly is.

As more time passed, she had already took many overlords in her control and grown more powerful than she ever was. It was quite the joyous thing Y/N had ever felt in her entire afterlife. She never normally experiences such feelings when it's about hurting others, which was quite rare though. Guess she no longer needed her idol then anymore.

Y/N eventually met alastor and both slowly and eventually became good friends and hung around. With alastor being the most insistent one that they go out. A nice offer. But has no such interest. Although she was quite intrigued he had gotten so powerful overnight compared to her, that was the only reason she even stayed around with him.

A lot happened throughout her life in hell, vox the leader of vox tech offering her to join as an example. But refused the offer, but he still insisted, much to her annoyance but just avoided him entirely. And that's when Y/N finally decided to do something big and may be quite a risk.

Y/N decided to visit the morningstar's one day. And greeted them with gracefulness, and offered herself to be a caretaker for their daughter when she noticed the tension around the couple. Initially hesitant, but eventually accepted her offer.

At first Y/N only took care of charlie along with basic needs for her. But as time passes along with her relationship with her father and mother slowly withering by the years. Charlie grew closer to Y/N and looked up to her as a parental figure. And when she grew up has eventually been promoted as her right hand woman.

Y/N used lucifer's ever lasting depression to her advantage and slowly manipulated him as well for years she took care of charlie. Along with his wife. Making sure to be careful, playing the long game to ensure she has complete trust over her.

Y/N noticed both their infatuation over her and played along with them. Just to bury them even deeper into her alluring embrace.

When finally lilith left them one day, Y/N used that as a golden opportunity to fill the role for him as his depression had only increased, essentially becoming a step mother to charlie and a new role in his life. As his wife, despite the fact the two weren't married.

Y/N then finally made the move to make a contract with lucifer at his lowest. Giving him the comfort and love he desperately wanted when his wife couldn't do the same. And then offered him her contract. And in exchange, Y/N would completely be apart of the family, as a form of a co parent and perhaps a lover in a sense. And in return lucifer owes her four favours. And had already used one of them.

Y/N continued to be a mere replacement in their lives. Seemingly content with it, and will ensure it stays that way.

That is until one day three years ago, that's when charlie met her future girlfriend. Vaggie, who was found injured in the alleyway, her eye completely gone from it's socket, and charlie helped with her wounds. With these two gaining a crush at that time. Y/N only watched behind them silently and helped them get back.

And charlie then decided to make a hotel, dedicated to rehabilitating sinners in order to redeem them. Angel dust being their first guest under the guise of getting a free room.

Y/N was there to witness it all. All were pretty much unaware and left on the dark of who she really was behind the mask of calm and kindness.

However, Y/N was not expecting just how far they're willing to go to have her for themselves, even if it meant they had to pull some strings to ensure she will stay.

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Y/N was inside her room, looking at the massive mirror in front of her, busy buttoning and fixing up her shirt when she heard knocking at the door.

"Y/N! you done in there?!" A cheerful voice called out. Who belonged to charlie. "Vaggie and I are already done and waiting for you! Are you done in there?! They're all waiting for us!" Charlie called out and knocked a few more times.

"Coming, almost done." Y/N called out, looking at her reflection as she fixed her tie, once it was neatly tied into place, Y/N dressed herself in her black overcoat and pulled her braid from underneath it after she puts it on.

Y/N opened the door and exited her room before locking it up. "I'm ready-" Y/N said only to get cut off by charlie grabbing her hand excitedly and dragged her.

"Come on! I'm already excited showing my new project! I'm shaking in my shoes!" Charlie excitedly said, and then grabbed vaggie's hand as well as she drags them on the way out.

"See ya later toots! Break a leg down there!" Angel dust called out. As he dismissively waved at them while he was busy scrolling away at his phone.

The trio then got inside the limousine and all sat down. With charlie sitting next to her girlfriend. Vaggie, and with Y/N sitting down on the seat next to theirs.

"This is going to be amazing!" Charlie said with sparkling eyes. Vaggie smiled at her and pats her shoulder.

"Relax, hun. Can't blow a fuse now, can we?" Vaggie said with a light chuckle.

"Ms. Vaggie is right, charlie. You must save that energy for when you show off your project." Y/N gently spoke. A smile etched on her face. Her overcoat draped on her body in a cuddly manner. She rested her elbow on her lap, and laid her cheek at her palm as she stared at the duo, unaware of the emotionless look in her gaze as they were busy discussing about her revealing her project to the sinners of hell.

"You're right, you're right! I can do this!" Charlie said and slammed her fist down her palm. Still shaking with excitement. And squealed in excitement as she leaned back on her seat with vaggie trying to calm her down. Like a kid on a sugar rush with the parent trying to stop them.

And with that. The limousine left the hotel and headed their way to 666 news station to show the princess of hell's precious passion project.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[manjarundirpakdingo]

Ik each of the guy's timeline exists separately, but I would KILL to see them interact with each other in game.

They have such fun unique personalities and a OVA style patch that has them all in one place while MC tries to stop the chaos would be so funny.

Like! All Caleb thought this would be was a friendly barbeque night but then the fucking leader of Onychinus walks in with Wagyu beef and everyone's calling him Skye??? Should he... call the fleet? Sylus would notice the hawked eye colonel staring at him, if it wasn't for the damn Prince of Philos taking a nap on the lawn chair.

I'd wager they all know they truly are but have to pretend for MC's sake and act like they only know each other through MC. lmao

[voidsw0rld]

Angel.

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He could never understand how you came into his life—so sweet, so pure, the complete opposite of everything he was. Damaged. Blackened beyond repair.

You were entirely delicate in his eyes, a fragile thing he held with aching reverence. He watched the way your pretty little head dreamed of brilliant things—dreams he could never allow himself to dare to have.

He loved the way your eyes sparkled like a thousand stars at everything and anything, bright with a genuine wonder, as if you were experiencing the world truly for the first time. But he would be lying if he didn't admit it terrified him, too.

What had he ever done to deserve such a pure, flawless thing?

All he wanted was to hold you in his arms forever, shielding you from the ugly reality of a world you didn't truly understand—a world he was all too familiar with. 

He loved fiercely, sometimes a little too fiercely, his affection heavy and borderline suffocating. But you never pulled away. You knew he was just scared. You understood the panic driving his protective instincts, and so you humoured him, letting him guard you against the dark just to keep his mind quiet.

He would trace the curve of your jaw with a thumb that had known too many fights, his rough skin a stark contrast to yours. 

Every time you leaned into his touch instead of flinching, something ached deep in his chest. He was a man made of sharp edges and bitter history, yet you treated him like a sanctuary.

When the shadows of his past pressed too close, and his grip around you tightened to the point of bruising, you wouldn't protest. 

Instead, you’d simply weave your fingers through his, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles or the pulse point on his wrist. It was a silent reassurance. A reminder that you were still here, still safe, and entirely unbroken by his gravity.

He knew he was selfish for keeping you. A better man would have walked away to preserve your light. But as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet, grounding scent of you, he knew he was too far gone to be noble. 

Let the world try to tear you away? he would burn it to ash before he let a single shadow touch you.

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void an- let me know what you'd like to see more of my sugar plums 💋 💋 open to all suggestions.