Imagine waiting for your lover to return from WWII but instead of getting him, you stumble across a soldier with one leg missing? Your lover abandoned you for a nurse and his didn’t even bothered to show up for home coming… what could possibly go wrong?
1940s Veteran x Fem Reader
Yandere soldier who noticed you weeping since you were also snubbed. He slowly approached you to offer you a handkerchief but he froze when he saw your face. You’re surprisingly pretty… what kind of man would leave you crying like this? You deserved to be happy that your soldier was back for keeps. Maybe he could be your soldier?
“It’s a shame someone made you cry, doll. I’m Henry. Henry Williams. Mind if I sit with you?”
Yandere soldier who comforts you and lets you cry on his shoulder. The two of you bond over being scorned by your lovers and share a few laughs. Henry was a bit hesitant to share his disability since it made him feel less of a man. Yet rather than being disgusted, you smiled sweetly at him.
“Thank you for your service, Henry.” Henry swore from that very moment, when your smile brightened his dark world, that he’d make you his. For Henry had now finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel after being trapped in darkness for years.
Yandere soldier who began to court you. He’d often bring you flowers or chocolates. Henry was a true romantic, the kind you’d see in romance movies. Henry was an extremely persistent man and he didn’t stop with gifts and small acts of affection although you had become his girl. He was a very affectionate man. In a way, he was everything you ever wanted. Until he wasn’t.
Yandere soldier who doesn’t take kindly to how your ex keeps popping back in your life like a roach. Your ex had left you for his nurse and yet it seems that spark had already fizzled out now that he wasn’t on the battlefield… didn’t your ex understand that you had a man now?
Yandere soldier who does his best not to smash your ex’s face in when he makes a comment about his missing leg. So what if Henry lost a leg? You still liked him. You still adored him… right? Please don’t leave him. Please don’t let him get trapped in the darkness again. You give him purpose! A reason to keep going and he’s never let anyone take that from him again!
Yandere soldier who needs a lot of reassurance. He’s subtle when he brings up his insecurities. And he’s touchier with you. You hardly go a moment without his fingers intertwined with yours or his arm around the small of your waist when he leads you through crowds. It’s a subtle gesture of possession. A claim to the men around you.
Yandere soldier who gets down on one knee at the park and begs you to marry him. He cannot stand the idea of your ex making an effort to swoop in and steal you away like a vulture. You were his! You accepted Henry despite his faults. Despite the way a claymore had taken his leg and made him feel like half a man. You were his everything and Henry would die without you! So please love him…
“I know it’s only been a few months together… but I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Henry’s voice was steady, but his cognac eyes were filled with desperation. He didn’t want to lose you… he’d go mad without you. “Please marry me, (your name) and I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world, I swear.”
Yandere soldier who scooped you up and swung you around in a circle despite how his prosthetic squeaked in protest. You said yes! You were about to become his blushing bride and he was so happy… he’d make you so happy. You’d never have to lift a finger for the rest of your days.
Yandere solder who took care of your ex when he tried to worm his way back in when he heard of your engagement to Henry. Henry was used to getting his hands dirty so it wasn’t hard to kill him, nor was it difficult to stage the death as a car crash into the lake. Henry would be damned if he let a bastard like that steal you away. After all, you both deserved to be happy. And Henry would do anything to make you happy.
Hello! you can make Yandere Blurr, Pharma and Tyrest x Cybertronian female reader wife
I always did like them crazy. Also I apologize I don't feel confident in writing Tyrest, even reading and reading his wiki I can't get a good read on his character QwQ
🔞Warnings : toxic behavior, threats, talks of harm, implied noncon, past murder. I wrote little scenarios too ^^ 🔞
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Blurr
- Blurr is a puppy, if you could place him in a category. He is always so happy to see you, always at your side attached to your hip, and if he's on a mission he gets it done in record speeds just to run back to base for you, yelling your name and tackling you into a hug.
- He's so sickeningly sweet to you, always showing up for you, helping you work, and always does something spontaneous to keep you on your pedes!
- You'd never believe a soul that Blurr could harm friends or allies, not unless you saw it for yourself. He is always such a sweetie, and the reason you agreed to bond your spark to his.
- You even told Bee you just couldn't believe him without evidence "I know Blurr can get a bit sassy, but threaatening to crush your spark in his servos? That's just not like him."
- Blurr knows this, he's not dumb, he knows you placed your blind trust and faith in him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. It's why he glares, snaps, and makes snide comments to any boy getting too close to you. Even puts on the waterworks, crying about how mean the bot you finished speaking to is, just to make you comfort him and avoid that bot unless for work.
- He loves you, he loves you so so much and never fails to tell you or show you.
- But sometimes it's overwhelming, you never get a moment to yourself, you are never alone to collect your thoughts or to process your feelings on anything, Blurr is right there, cooing at you and nuzzling his helm into your neck cables.
- Even though you're tired, you never ask him to leave you alone, last time you sighed and asked for space he was sobbing, clinging to you harder, pleading with you to not leave or abandon him, that he can't live without you.
- "I want you, i need you! I-I can't live without you! I don't know what I'd do without you- pleasepleaseplease don't leave me, I love you!" Over and over and over again. It had you worried and guilt ridden, leaving you to never mention space again.
- You even apologized to him after that, never meaning to upset him.
- It's like he's draining your battery dry, sucking away your life force.
- But you stay by his side like a dutiful wife, helping him on missions when it's needed, smiling when he comes back, kissing him any chance you get.
- You feel like you're drowning in his love, suffocating you.
- Even as you lay in your shared berth, wide awake, Blurr sleeps in a peaceful stasis laying on top of you.
You sigh, your neck cables stiff from such a long time staring at your data pad and working on reports, but you're glad you got a large chunk of it done, you can finally go to your habsuite and relax.
Your spark clenches at the sound of rapidly approaching pedesteps. You try to hide your exhaustion, just in time to turn around and get a blue glob lunging for you.
You catch your husband with ease, use to his antics by now.
"Ohhhh I missed you so much! The mission was terribly boring but nothing I couldn't handle. Have you eaten yet? I want to have energon with you."
He speaks so fast, excitement showing in his words.
"M'sorry Blurr, I was just about to go to our habsuite and go down for a cycle. Prowl has been on my aft about reports, and I'm tiring."
He looks so crushed, his face plate a mix of sadness and rage.
"He's so pushy and such a workaholic! I have half a processor to go into his office and give him a piece if my brain module! I can't believe that guy, pushing my poor wife for his stupid reports."
He goes on such a long rant about Prowl, pointing out everything the bot has done wrong or the frankly harsh things he's said, you hate to admit that Blurr has a point but you are fond of Prowl.
He's rough around the edges but a nice friend to you when he opens up.
"Blurr, sweetie, it's fine really. Prowl has been swamped with reports and I don't mind helping. He's actually a nice bot once you get through his walls."
Blurr's expression looks like you just shot him. He clings to you, digits practically sinking into your back strut.
"Y-you've been hanging out with him without me?"
"It's just for work. Blurr, you know I love you and would never dream of leaving you, but I'd like to have some friends, even if they are just work friends."
Your spark aches at the sight of his optics welling up with liquid.
You just know you're going to have to start comforting him and avoid Prowl at all costs if it makes him this upset.
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Pharma
- lying to yourself in hopes you'd believe it. Pharma is a menace, you tried so hard to be kind to him, yet your kindness is what lead you here, bound to him in everything but your spark, it's at least the only thing he can't force upon you, no matter how many times he opens your spark chamber.
- No matter how many times he's tried to force the bond, always so calmly muttering his love for you, it never works.
- You once had such a fiery spirit, such a fiercely protective and loyal bot before Pharma got his servos on you. He broke you. The last time you managed to escape him and find help, he just killed them, toyed with them for fun no matter how much begged him to spare them. New parts for him.
- You never forgave yourself for being the reason those innocent bots met their ends, and Pharma takes great pleasure in that. You curl into such a cute ball and silently cry yourself into stasis, with him right behind you, curling around you and buring his face plate into the back of your neck. You want to scream, to sob, to upchuck and empty your tanks at the disgust of feeling his touch. His arms around your waist, holding you so tenderly, rubbing his thumb across your mesh like he's been an adoring lover this entire time.
- If you leave he will just find you.
- "What, you're not going to run again? My, but it was such a fun game we played!" He laughs.
- Pharma flips between knowing you don't love him in return, but not caring as he loves you and that's all that matters, to having moments of truly believing you're just playing games with him, such a playful darling he has! You just want to keep your marriage exciting, right?
- You try to lie to yourself, that you do love him, you love being at his side, you love ensuring he has plenty of energon, you love him.
- You miss the old him, the old Pharma you married, the old Pharma you promised to spark bond with once he returned form work but he never came back. Only for him to come back some years later to...being like this.
- He's draining, but he always makes sure you've eaten today, always makes sure you're safe, always makes sure he's kissed you and said he's loved you today.
- You can't fight him forever, you both know that.
- Why keep fighting when you can be a good little wife and accept his love?
Everyday it's the same, every cycle is new but nothing changes, you're still in the same dark abandoned building. You avoiding leaving your makeshift habsuite and a few other areas, not wanting to hear anything Pharma is doing further in the back.
You don't want to hear screams that get cut short, and the whirl of a saw.
You don't want to hear or see anything, you just want to pretend this is all a nightmare, but you know you can't wake up from it.
You just want a sense of normalcy back, to be back at your nice home on Cybertron before the war, laughing with coworkers and friends, greeting your husband with a smile.
Now you can barely stand to look at him without fear gripping your spark.
He's not the bot you married.
You lay on your berth, back facing the door as you don't want to see him, you don't even want him to see your face you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.
Your body trembles hearing his pedesteps growing closer. You will your body to freeze and squeeze your optics shut, just in time for the door to open. Pharma pauses in the doorway, looking over your resting form.
You've been going into stasis a lot more than usual, and a lot more than is recommended, but he can't be too upset with you, after all you look adorable when you're resting.
He moves quietly throughout the room, cleaning up the energon from his face, servo, and saw, knowing you don't like him leaving such a mess.
"I know you're awake, Dear."
You bite your derma holding back a whimper, but remain unmoving
"I'm worried you're sleeping too much, that's usually the first sign something is wrong. Funny how you could be sick, and don't you come to me with it, I am trained in this you know."
You can hear the smile in his voice, as if he didn't kills bots just to meet a quota, tortured someone you called friend, and then all of this.
You'd rather die than let him know anything.
"Are you truly so tired you can't tell me? No matter, I'll find out next cycle, yeah? I'll let you get some rest."
Your optics widen as he lays down behind you, his saw moving to rest under his helm, and his free arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Your back against his Chassis, his face into the back of your neck, pressing feather light kisses across your cables.
Pharma hums, chuckling softly at the feeling of your body shaking. His servo tightens its grip on you, keeping you flushed with him.
"So cute, I wish you'd let me dissect you to figure out what makes you so irresistible."
He laughs at hearing your involuntary whimper.
"No, I could never, but I'd much rather you be my pretty nurse."
You just want to go home and away from this monster.
✮⋆˙ CW: Death, Gore (not detailed), Implied Kidnapping, Implied Stalking, Mass murder. Forced marriage, reader is called ‘wife’, doesn’t mean they’re a woman, Not beta read, Kinda crappy writing. Let me know if I missed anything
A/n: So I really didn’t plan on writing this but it came to me in a dream and I really couldn’t find anything to read that was the same concept so I wrote it myself. As always it’s not beta read and also written in the notes app of my phone at 6 in the morning so things may be wonky, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. Idk if this will just be a one shot or if I’ll continue writing for this character but either way I hope you enjoy :)
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Picture this: you’re a normal person. You live a normal life in a small neighborhood on the lower-income side of the village.
You have a roommate you love/hate (it’s complicated), one minute y'all are arguing, the next yall are laughing your asses off
Your little brother comes around every so often, although he’s not that little anymore, a young man, a part of the empire’s guard, he’s a soldier who helps protect the people of the village, and you couldn’t be prouder
Life was peaceful, mundane. Until He came along
One day, in the middle of another argument turn into a joking matter with your roommate, a ruckus was heard outside, and it was loud.
Looking at each other, you and your roommate both made the conscious decision to check it out, and it seems your neighbors are doing the same, as you can see multiple people you see every day peering out of their humble abodes.
Out on the street is a fairly small Caravan, bustling about it were people whomped clothes looked foreign, there was a solider or two with them, they were tall, imposing, but based off of the spiraling blue tattoos that stain their bodies and the minimal armor that only cover their most crucial parts, it was pretty clear the whole caravan were people from the north eastern kingdom.
It was quite confusing what they were doing here but it isn’t uncommon for small groups from other kingdoms to visit the empire… but they usually visit the capital, not a small village close to the border like this one.
But it had to be okay, after all, your dear baby brother was one of the empire's soldiers who were escorting them.
After a while of staring, your baby brother notices you and waves, speaking to the other empire guard before making his way to you, you fail to notice the gaze of a certain foreign guard.
After explaining the situation to you and your roommate, that the Caravan that was transporting goods just so happened to break down and would take a while to fix, you both just nodded. After hugging your brother, you and your roommates continue with your day, completely forgetting about your earlier argument.
In the next few days, you couldn’t help but feel watched, maybe it was due to the frequent sightings of the foreign soldiers (you swear that every time you see one, there’s more), but whatever it was it was getting stronger and most definitely not going away any time soon.
Eventually, at the Tea house you work at, you meet one of them, a Soldier from the North-East. He was dressed like the others, although he was a bit more.. blue?
His tattoos weren’t the same as the others, while the others you’ve seen have spiraling swirling blue ink on their arms, his reached from his arms all the way to his back, running down it like liquid magic running through a stream. It even overflowed onto his head, spiraling ink swirling around the right side of his face, although that was mostly covered by his long blonde hair, which was primarily in a braided updo
He was a nice customer, he didn’t talk too much but he also wasn’t completely silent, he broke the ice politely with you, and asked you questions about yourself. You could even consider him a friend now.
You learned his name was Judas.
There were moments when you felt something akin to a spark, although you don’t have much experience with romance, being much too busy working (much to the disappointment of your parents), but you swear there are times you catch the foreign soldier staring at you first.
You were quite content staying in this ‘will they, won’t they’ situation with him… until the attacks happened.
It was so quick and unexpected that no one was prepared for it. One moment you’re in your house peacefully mending your clothes that your fuckass roommate accidentally tore while borrowing them, and the next screaming could be heard from outside, as people are sliced down.
It was terrifying to see, the mjan you thought you had befriended, even romanced, storm into your mediocre house with two other soldiers, picking you up, and manhandling you outside, it only dawned on you then just how much bigger than you he was.
Outside was bad, really bad, a few buildings were on fire, a group of villagers you’ve known and saw every day were on the ground crying while surrounded by Soldiers from the North-east, while a separate group of Soldiers was keeping guard of A small litter of The Empires Soldiers, amongst them, your baby brother.
You were confused when, you weren’t put with the other villagers, and you were even more confused when the Field Marshal appeared, all the Foreign Soldiers standing at attention, except, Judas. While he still stood at attention, he held you close, a wide hand covering your mouth, to drown out any protests.
The Field Marshal spoke a language you didn’t understand, although you guessed it was their native tongue, he paced around before stopping in front of you and Judas, they spoke to eachother is harsh tones before the Field Marshal gave you a once-over and nodded. Walking away.
He yelled something and the Empire’s soldiers were brought forward, all forced into a kneeling position, their helmets forced off, tears fell from your eyes as you watched one by one, each one decapitated. When it got to your brother, it seemed time had slowed down, as you made eye contact with him, he mouthed something, you wish you knew what it was for the next moment, he was gone. His head joined his colleagues on the blood-soaked ground.
You screamed, thrashed, and cried, did everything you could to escape Judas’s grasp, but it was no use , he held strong, pulling you tighter against him as another soldier picked up your brother's head and dropped it in front of you.
Only then were you released from Judas’s grasp, falling to the ground, you clutch your baby brother's head, cradling it. It brought you back to when you used to cradle him when he was younger, smaller.
Movement was happening around you but you didn’t care, how could you?
Judas crouched behind you, his mouth close to your ear
At first, he spoke in the language most natural for his tongue, his voice deep and grumbling, shaking you to your core.
Then he spoke a word you understood, one that made your arm hair stand tall, you didn’t need to know his native tongue to understand what he said previously for the word he spoke in your language was enough for you to comprehend…
“Wife.”
By the time the rest of the empire's royal guard got to the village it was no use, all the buildings were burnt down. In the town center was a pit of corpses, the villagers who once occupied the houses lay deceased, around the pit were the corpses of the soldiers the empire stationed there
There were no signs or clues of who could’ve done such a thing to a poor innocent village on the border of a crumbling empire, but one thing was sure. They knew the empire wouldn’t get there in time to catch them in the act.
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A/n: Idk if this will be a hit considering I’ve only written fandom fanfics until now but this dream inspired me to write something original, please let me know if you life this, if you want more of it, or more of stuff like it :)
→ content.warning ; yandere, smut, blood, gn!reader, male! yandere, murder, mating press, making out, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, dubcon, selfharm, yandere photographer is your boyfriend as well which is why it says yandere!boyfriend in the tags!
→ notes. ; my bae(@cutiesgawr) was supposed to write this but she is so sweet that she let me have the idea <3 ; changed ideas, which is why it says yandere boyfriend but he is your boyfriend anyways!
Yandere!photographer who you met when you were walking and he saw you! He had to take a picture of you, he was in the photography club, you posed for his picture. He treasures that photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who treasures all the pictures he takes of you with his camera, how couldn't he?! You were so perfect and you were the perfect one for his pictures that he was missing!
Yandere!photographer who gets all happy when you feel inlove with him, he gets so giggly when you accept his confession!
Yandere!boyfriend who will do anything to keep you with him, his hands on your body as he can finally say that you are his and he is yours. Everything his. You were so precious and there's no way that he will let you leave him.
Yandere!boyfriend who will punch and stab for you, he can't let anyone harm his baby! He has to make sure yourself and when you feel proud of him... He gets his present, you. Under him, writhing in pleasure as your legs tremble and your hands grip at his chest.
Yandere!boyfriend who touches your sex, over and over even when you're taking a break from climaxing. His finger press down in your sex as he smiles. He knows that only he has this affect on you.
Yandere!boyfriend who scares away your friends, why are you sad? You should be happy that those rats are gone! You only need him in your life anyway so what's the point of crying?
Yandere!boyfriend who accidentally(not) kills your best friend, he didn't mean it, let him please you and forget about that whore Rat! Who goes on his knees and his tongue lands on your sex.
Yandere!boyfriend who makes you cry due to pleasure or is it of sadness? He loves your tears, your cute hands on his chest, as you weakly hit at his chest. He just finds you so cute, his hand grips hard at your arm when you hit his face, seems like he was to teach you a lesson, ah.
Yandere!boyfriend who breaks down when you say that you want to break up, hands balled in a fist as he stares at you. Eyes twitching, he can't believe what he is hearing....
Yandere!photographer who breaks stuff in his house, breaking mirrors and furniture. Everything including himself, he grabs a knife and cuts into his skin. Writing your initials into your skin with his blood, he will take the best photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who finds you when you're taking your morning walk, you were beautiful in your outfit, his smile as he nervously grips onto the knife. His camera in hand, you were going to look so beautiful...
Yandere!photographer who stabs the knife into you, your face of surprise as you fall onto the pile of leaves. His smile never leaving as he cuts himself, mixing your and his blood together.
Yandere!photographer who draws a heart on your face and his initials on your face, he smiles at you. Backing away as he snaps a picture.
He looks down at his camera, as the picture slowly prints, he looks at the photo, you were so beautiful. Your sweet body and pretty face with your pretty blood, oh how he adores you!
He blinks as his eyes widen, the camera and photo falling onto the ground, his eyes widen in surprise. You grab the knife from his hand as you stab his chest and face, his hands falling to the side as your vision shows black dots.
You fall down next to him as you look up at the sky, your chest hurts and your head hurts, it's getting harder for you to breath. Your eyes close.... Atleast you got your revenge on him, you let the blackness take over you.
tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral
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a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee ♡♡♡ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD
nanami kento x fem!reader
You should think about what you’re doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. He’d like to believe you’re doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when you’ve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.
He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you haven’t, and so he can’t, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years ago— and it makes him too aware of you.
Nanami’s not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isn’t even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he would’ve complained until the choice was overruled. But you’re not anyone else. He can’t even lie about the fact that he’s grown quite the attachment to you.
Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he won’t. You’re the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.
Nanami’s not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.
“Why wouldn’t that be possible? I mean, it’d be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and you’re called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Y’know, communication is key and all that.” Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. “Have you ever dated a non-sorcerer while you’ve been a grade one, Nanamin?”
He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you don’t catch him looking. “No.”
“Not once? In like twelve years?” You raise a brow like you’ve suddenly discovered he’s some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.
“I prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids it— so no. And I didn’t graduate twelve years ago, brat.” With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, you’re pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.
“I think I’ll do it,” you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. “I get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.” He’s not sure if it takes him aback -can’t place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isn’t the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.
When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apart— soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? He’s not a man of too many words, that’s always been more your style than his— so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesn’t have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Aren’t you partly his like he’s yours? That’s how it should work. It’s the only logical course of action, and so he can’t help but lean in.
You’re just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldn’t hang out with him so much if you didn’t, wouldn’t trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didn’t. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. “Wow! Hey, we almost kissed.” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. “I didn’t expect you to be so close when I looked up,” your nose and cheeks are burning hot, “you scared me, Nanamin~”
You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. “Senpai, it’s clearly time for me to go home. I’m getting sloppy.” You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldn’t do any good. Not when you’re too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but you’re one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like it’s an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. “Will you see me to the door at least?”
For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.
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You’re entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.
It’s a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidable— clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. It’s almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.
Not at you— though he told you he didn’t think it a good idea, you’ve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isn’t an option, and Nanami’s responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. You’re basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.
See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isn’t. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, he’s easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. It’s because of all that introspection that he decided he isn’t a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesn’t do it for the praise of it.
Nanami isn’t a hero. He isn’t a vigilante.
He’s a simple guy with simple wants: you. So there’s only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that you’re blinking stars up at. It isn’t a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldn’t like that much, but he still wants to do it.
You’re beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you don’t even notice that he’s started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. You’re totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasies— even as the distance gets closer and closer, and he’s walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. It’s not like he didn’t know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But it’s different when it’s some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five o’clock shadow.
It’s different when it isn’t him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.
The sky’s darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the lane— as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guy’s probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely won’t actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldn’t be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.
There’s a very clear path before him that ends right where you’re walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he can’t focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. “Nanami?” You’re so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. It’s a bother. There’s only the faintest hints of jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy who’s now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. It’s a simple problem with a simple solution, isn’t it.
“What are you doing here-” you start to say, before you stumble back.
Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. It’s quick, and there’s a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesn’t come—
Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. “H- Nanamin. What the hell do you think you’re doing? What did you-” You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. “What’s- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I can’t- I can’t even- what- why?!”
You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lock— too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasn’t stopped running. “Stay away! Go away! You’re- I- hick- I don’t wanna look!” You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year old— and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. “You just killed a-an-” You can’t even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. “F-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
Your face doesn’t come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. “No, no, no no no! Leave me alone!” This little scene you’re making is gonna attract attention, you know. “Leave me alone, I want to go in!” Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. There’s a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.
He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.
“I don’t wanna- I don’t-”
For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to you— where you’re cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. “Hey, it’s-”
“Leave me alone!” you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. “Go. Hck- go away!” You’re crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be too happy to hear it at this very moment. It’s not like he blames you. He’s always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course you’d be upset. “Nanamin~” you whine.
“Shhh, just calm down. It’s all good now.” His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. You’re still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, he’s always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. You’re still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. “There, ‘s okay.”
He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Listen-”
“How can I -hck- listen?!” You’re quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighter— probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser that’s probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. “I don’t know what- or how- but that isn’t okay, Nanamin. I just-”
So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. “Just listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldn’t have been so pressed.” It’s true. No one is a priority like you are. “I had to.”
“What are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, there’s a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I don’t k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-”
“I’m trying to tell you something.” His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equal— if he could, he’d give you everything. He just doesn’t know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. “I love you,” is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.
And he’d say more if you weren’t such a talker.
Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I will tell you, if you just-”
“I can’t accept that, senpai! You can’t just go around and kill-”
“I was protecting you!”
“From what?!” Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesn’t know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasn’t like this. “You need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I don’t even know,” you sob, “I don’t know how any of this goes. That’s so messed up, Kento.” That’s the first time you’ve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. “You need to-”
He can’t let the first time end this way.
“Stop talking.”
“Stop talking?” You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from him— and he can’t help but follow. “What did you think was gonna happen? That I wasn’t going to say anything?” As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. “I- Nanami-”
“Kento.”
You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. “Look- just- we can talk about this, but I can’t just ignore that there’s a dead body in my house, Kento.” He’s really sick of you talking. You’re lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. “You’re scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.”
“No, all your talking just gets in the way.” Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he can’t tell you, he’ll just show you. You’ve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you down— watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you can’t, because he’s already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. “There, that’s better.”
Still you’re trying to talk, it’s almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you can’t, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you can’t. “You’re a lot sweeter when you’re not running your mouth sometimes, baby.” He can’t help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like you’re not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.
That’s the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when he’s around you. At least, in theory. He’s not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isn’t really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and he’s better off finishing what he started. “If you shut up,” he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, “I’ll let you breathe. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you won’t want to talk again.” It’s all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but there’s really nowhere you can go.
So you do what you do best, and whine. “Nanami~” It’s a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.
“It’s Kento.” His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. They’re getting too tight to be comfortable. “Or daddy- you like that better? Say it.” You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like he’s caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants.
That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly you’re trying to get up as you speak. “No, no, I’m not-” You’re trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. “Ow, please senpai— I like you, I really do- but I can’t- I- hang on.” The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.
“I told you to stop yapping, didn’t I?” He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. “Open up for daddy. There’s only one thing your mouth’s good for.” You’re so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. You’re really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him.
You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesn’t hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. It’s not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. “There, now you’re making yourself useful. That’s what you do best, hm, fucking brat?”
“Agh, fuck- that’s- such a soft little mouth.” You make him feel heavenly, and by the way you’re shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- you’re also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. “You’re so lucky you’re this fucking cute,” he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. “Say something smart again, brat.”
“Agh, daddy,” you sob, drool spilling down your chin, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. It’s almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you don’t even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. “Please.”
He’s such a sucker for you, fuck. It’s almost like you know it. “My little cock slut, look at that. You’re dripping down your thighs, brat.” He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effort— as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. “Fuck.” And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good it’s hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.
“Daddy feel good inside?”
“Mhm, agh-yea.”
You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like you’re trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He can’t even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably haven’t stopped. You don’t even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussy— and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.
“Tell me how much you like me.”“So~ much, so much, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.” Your mouth’s still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.” It’s almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. It’s poetic.
the pile of bodies should be enough to have you screaming your lungs out. but that quickly becomes an afterthought because in front of you are the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen.
explicit content‐mdni. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ my bloody valentine!gojo, fem!reader, being under the influence (weed), oral (male receiving), tit fucking, fingering, implied murder, mentions of blood and dead bodies. not proof-read, excuse any typos and mistakes i'm eepy
word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ over 500 i think
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"oh fuck– shit."
a giggle escaped you as your phone fell to the asphalt, crouching down to retrieve it and standing up abruptly, making your head spin.
the lightheadedness made you feel funny, the effects of the edible already on full force. it hadn't been too long since you escaped your friends and decided to go on a spontaneous walk, but as you struggled to put your phone back into your bag, you saw movement in front of you.
a man stood a few meters ahead, facing you.
he seemed tall and very muscular, his face hidden behind a gas mask and a pickaxe hanging lazily from his hand.
"nice costume." you flirted, clearly checking out his exposed torso and noticing the splotches of red paint, "blood, huh?"
your remark was purposely straightforward, not even caring if he noticed your eyes eating up his muscles before trailing down to his crotch, looking for a dick print.
"alone?" was all he said, taking slow steps towards you.
a cheeky grin appeared on your lips, "not for long."
he seemed to be amused at your boldness, his head turning left and right, as if searching for something before approaching you.
"you're hot." you tried again, and he finally chuckled, the sound muffled behind the mask. however, you caught a glimpse of his eyes behind the tinted glass.
the brief sight of them had you in awe, even if it was hard to tell their color behind the glass.
"I know a spot."
his outstretched hand called for yours, and against any rational judgment, you took it and allowed him to guide you away.
—
his bulge was pressed against your front, the harsh light making his frame loom darkly above you. gravel crunched under your feet, and you gasped as he squeezed your ass.
is this a construction site? you asked yourself while looking around, seeing tools thrown on the ground—axes and shovels mostly.
smoothly, he guided your hand to his erection, instantly making you forget about your surroundings and focus on him.
it didn't take long for you to have your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his hard length and getting small grunts from him in return. your eyes wouldn't leave the sight of his flushed tip, making you kneel and take it between your lips in a soft suckle.
the man's hands immediately went to your head, groaning louder once you began to tongue at his slit. however, as much as you wanted to suck him off, your mouth felt as if stuffed with cotton, not allowing you to produce enough spit.
so, after pondering the idea for less than a minute, you stopped your strokes on his length and peered up at him, your eyes glassy and bloodshot.
"wanna fuck my tits?"
the crude words made his dick twitch in your hand, more blood rushing down to his member while you bit your lip. without a word, his fingers tugged your top off your body, leaving your chest exposed to his gaze, soft skin contrasting beautifully against the lace of your bra.
smirking, you helped him glide his shaft between your breasts, squishing it under the middle part of your bra.
he groaned at the tight fit, his cock throbbing hotly as the snug grip of your bra and breasts kept him in place. he couldn't help but throw his head back as you pressed your breasts together, massaging his aching member.
"hnngh~ fuck..."
the sudden moan from him sent jolts of arousal through your body, making you squeeze harder, wanting to keep hearing his pretty sounds.
"your cock is so pretty," your teeth bit your bottom lip sensually while your eyes gleamed with lust.
"so I've been told."
he sounded cocky—way too cocky for your liking—which set your ego ablaze.
with slow strokes, you kept moving your breasts up and down, deciding to lean down and flick your tongue on his tip.
"do you have an ugly face then?" your tone was nonchalant, hoping to hit him where it hurts, "you still have the mask on."
his body tensed up, hips stilling before pulling his shaft from your chest.
"enough."
in a swift motion, he had you over his shoulder, lifting up your skirt and pushing your panties aside. his long fingers immediately went to your folds, spreading them and playing with your juices.
you barely had time to react, gasping as he slipped a finger inside after giving your pussy a slap.
"w-wait—"
another slap, this time on your ass cheek, had a fresh stream of arousal glossing your folds. he fingered you slow and deep, making sure to massage the soft flesh of your walls as he pushed in.
being thrown over his shoulder and high had your head spinning again, blood rushing to your brain. through your unfocused gaze, you noticed a dark puddle of water—only that it seemed thicker than actual water.
slowly, your gaze followed the trace back towards its source, landing on a body. several bodies.
"what the h–"
the world spun again for you as you were laid on your back against a mound of gravel, his mask gone, and blue eyes staring intensely at you.
automatically, your hands went to his face, gazes focused on one another as he grasped his shaft and nudged your entrance with his tip.
"eyes on me, 'kay baby?" he saw you nod and a handsome smirk graced his features. "good girl."
when did an angel come down to fuck you?
the disturbing sight of the pile of bodies just a few meters behind you was easily forgotten as he sunk his cock inside your plush walls.
How about some dark!Bucky? TW - Mention of murder. Tentative title is Falling in Reverse.
“You killed everyone I love,” you whispered, your tears finally spilling over.
You trembled as Bucky tilted his head, his lips curling in a sinister smile. “That’s not true.” He leaned in and your heart pounded so fast you thought it would beat through your chest. The table was the only thing keeping him from getting his hands on you. “I’m alive, and you love me.”
My thoughts goes out to everyone who has experienced/does actively experience intrusive thoughts involving murder, rape, beastiality, paedophilia, and abuse towards your loved ones/people in general.
These kinds of intrusive thoughts aren't spoken about near enough because it makes people uncomfortable and they're not something online influencers can make into some quirky, fun thing that everyone wants to have.
It's okay to be frustrated with yourself for having them. It's okay to be upset and to wish that you could make them go away. I do, too.
But it's also important to remind yourself that these thoughts do not define who you are as a person.
