he's (not) my man

synopsis: in a last ditch effort to save your family's failing ranch, your father arranges your marriage to a man you've never met. now you've got an even bigger problem - a six foot something one who clearly can't stand you either. looks like navigating newlywed life is going to be a little tough when he's already talking about divorce!

pairing: cowboy!Sukuna x rancher's daughter!Reader

content: mdni, fluff and smut and angst, marriage, financial trouble, drinking, complicated relationships, enemies-to-lovers, arranged relationships, talks of divorce, teasing and tension, hate fucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, brat taming but they're both brats, more tags to be added

chapter index

one two three four

five six seven eight

a/n: there's going to be an overarching plot and possibly more chapters, but you guys are also free to send in asks about stuff you hope to see from cowboy!Sukuna and reader struggling to adjust to married life and living together and I'll try to turn it into chaps too :p

divider by @bronzewasp gorgeous Sukuna art by @winterrbluess !!

snowed in

six | observation logs

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, fluff and smut, idiots falling in love, monsterfucking, cuddling, comfort, soft n sweet yeti gojo back at it again, wet dreams, oral (f! receiving), they want each other BAD

Pretending you weren't falling in love was harder when you woke up wrapped in his arms every morning.

Satoru would pile pelts and blankets over you when he eventually pulled away to slip out for a couple hours each morning, only after snuggling up to you closer and squeezing you until your lungs were straining while you tried and failed to go back to sleep. Murmuring soft whispers in your ear about dreams he had, all ones that involved you.

Sometimes? When he thought you were still dreaming too?

He pressed a few faint kisses to your forehead, his lips tender, gentle before he tucked himself back into your side.

After just over a month of living together, you couldn't quite convince yourself it was just casual affection now.

"Sweetheart," He whispered in your ear, poking your cheek.

You still regretted teaching him pet names. Never would've if you'd known you'd be subject to every single one you ever mentioned to him in every conversation you had.

"Hm?" You grumbled, rolling into your stomach so he couldn't keep poking you.

He'd left the cave earlier this morning, nudging you awake before he went hunting to give you a heads up and remind you to please stay inside. You thought he'd stay out a little longer, let you sleep a little later.

"Come here," He huffed, impatient as ever.

"Huh? Where?" You yawned, rubbing your eyes and trying to convince the rest of your body to wake up too. You hadn't exactly stepped foot outside since the wolf attack. Satoru tried to take you with him once or twice in the past week, but the idea of limping around in the snow and struggling to keep up while he checked traps and set more wasn't exactly that appealing to you.

"It's a surprise," He whined, tugging the blankets off of you. He still frowned when he saw the makeshift bandages covering your still-healing ankle, tied tight to protect the aching bite. You grumbled as you begrudgingly sat up, pointing over to the pile of clothes he'd recently washed and dried for you on one of the rare days the sun was out and the snowfall stopped.

He even built a funny-looking clothes line after you tried to draw out what it looked like to speed up the process.

"A surprise?" You echoed, his words just now starting to set in. You squinted at him while he slipped socks on your feet, careful to not accidentally touch the bite before he tugged a sweater over your head and held out pants for you to wear. His stare drifted down to the shorts you'd taken to sleeping in now that you had his body heat to keep warm at night, swallowing hard before turning around so you could change.

"Um, mhm," He managed a throaty mumble, and you watched his messy hair bounce as he nodded. You wanted to ask him if you could try giving him a trim, but you weren't sure how he'd feel about the scissors so close to his head. They might even be too dull for you to use.

You figured he had to have given himself a haircut at some point, given the fact his hair wasn't past his shoulders, but the ends were tousled, uneven.

He was still unfairly attractive. Somehow starkly pretty despite being so masculine, the long lashes and gleam in his eyes, the way his mused hair added to his charm, the sweater you'd barely had enough yarn to knit stretched tight across his muscled chest, the boxers that once belonged to your ex-boyfriend clinging to his thighs right above where the fur started.

It was cute though, everything you'd given him, everything you shared, he treated preciously, being extra careful not to rip or tear each time he washed or handled them.

"Okay," You sighed, shuffling out of your shorts and sliding up your pants, goosebumps trailing down your skill at the chill in the air. The only pair of boots you had that weren't ruined were not nearly as warm, but you guessed it was better than snow seeping in through the gaping teeth marks in the side of the other ones. You pushed off the ground to stand, wincing at first when you put your weight on your leg before readjusting. "You have my attention."

"Good," He grinned, glancing over his shoulder down at you.

You were about to brush past him before he held a hand up to stop you, cocking his head to the side with a funny look you knew was meant to reprimand you.

"What are you doing?" He asked, bottom lip pushed out as he squinted at you.

"Walking," You yawned, trying to swat his hand down so you could pass, but he just wrangled it away with a flick of his wrist.

"I'm carrying you," He insisted with a frown, like you suggested something absurd.

"You don't have to-"

You were slung over his shoulder before you could finish protesting.

"See?" He proudly insisted. "Easy."

Oh it’ll fit alright 🤣👹

baby's breath | 19

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 2,473

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, bondage, emotional manipulation, foreboding, NSFW (period sex, fingering, blood play?)

An unbearable pain had you clutching your stomach. Curling in on yourself until you were in full fetal position, you whimpered. With down-turned lips, your hand reached between your thighs. You instantly hit something warm and viscous. Bring your fingers to your face, you were greeted with thick red.

Terrified, you clutched onto the blanket and ripped it off your body. Blood coated your thighs and under your bum. There was simply too much to be from Erwin fucking you or from the wounds on your ass. Wincing so hard your left eye shut, you knew the source.

You got your period.

Yet relief didn’t course through your system. Forcing yourself to sit up, you spread your legs to get a better assessment at the damage. Luckily the sheets were black so there wouldn’t be any noticeable staining, but you knew Levi won’t be happy.

Set her free bros

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five | observation logs

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, fluff, comfort, confessions, cryptid!Gojo, cuddling, reader is SO in denial, soft and domestic gojo, idiots falling in love

Being confined inside a cave was bad enough. Being confined to a sleeping bag?

You were pretty sure you were losing your mind.

Even if you were waited on by your very own overbearing yeti, handfed and held close, his previous clumsiness erased by his concentrated efforts to take care of you.

You felt like a broken toy. Propped up and pampered while he tried to repair you.

Satoru hated watching you walk, the little limp to your steps, insisting on supporting you with an arm wrapped around you before he caved and just ended up carrying you anyway.

You didn't even think it was that bad. Painful? Sure. But it wasn't infected. Wasn't like you were totally incapable of using it.

It'd probably be healed by the time the snow stopped drifting down so heavily, at least enough to make it back to the cabin in time.

Probably.

He cleaned it twice a day, sharp canines tugging at his lips while it worked, his intense blue eyes focused solely on fixing you back to full health. Sometimes, you didn't even feel the sting, the throb and the burn of the broken and bruised skin momentarily forgotten when you were busy studying how breathtakingly beautiful he was.

That was maybe even more painful, just how hauntingly pretty he was when he was so completely preoccupied with you, the light from the fire bouncing off his skin, the smooth coat of his fur. Somehow so human and so otherworldly at the same time.

Always warm, his palms seeking the chill of your skin, pressing himself against you like he really was nothing more than your own personal heated blanket at night. Huffing when you tried to sleep alone, frowning and pouting before you caved and crawled next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you again. And again. And again.

You didn't want to confess how much you liked it.

How comfortable you felt cuddled against his chest, tucked into his side and legs tangled together under a blanket you didn't really need when you were with him.

Craving him when he'd step out, on the rare occasions he left, although his absences were far shorter than before, never leaving you alone long enough to make you worry or wonder if he'd be returning.

He'd throw you that same longing look each time before he stepped out, one that had an unfortunate effect of making your heart actually skip a beat.

So yeah, it was safe to say you were going insane. Falling in love? Being attracted to him?

He wasn't even human.

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two | observation logs

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, angst and fluff and eventual smut, cryptid!Gojo, forced cohabiting, technically kidnapping, soft domestic gojo (sort of), beast x reader but think more like Tarzan and Jane, tension and freezing temperatures, gojo treating reader like a stray animal and reader treating gojo like a wild one lmfao

fanart for yeti!Gojo here by @smolasianwinterbean !

You made a lot of observations about your new captor subject in the first long twenty-four hours you spent with him.

Observation one?

He was definitely a he.

You hadn't meant to look. Seriously.

Still struggling not to shake, you backed yourself up in the corner of his cave, burying yourself in the warm furs he first plopped you on, keeping your head down to count the kicked-up pieces of rocks and gravel. It was warmer here than it had been inside your cabin, probably a hot spring somewhere in one of the connected caves his branches off into. But the cold air still nipped at your face, stung the exposed skin where your layers of clothes didn't cover.

You had started to adjust to the idea he probably wouldn't hurt you, but all your thoughts were still theories.

What if you looked up and noticed a fucking skeleton or morbid trophies he claimed from other lost hikers and missing people?

So you just stared at the floor while he stared at you.

Might've kept it up for hours until you heard the familiar crackle of a fire, your attention snapping over to him automatically.

All the details you missed in the haze of anxiety and panic started to piece together. His icy blue eyes pierced through you, freezing you in place, framed by a long set of snowy lashes. Thick white fur covered most of his arms and legs, his wide palms and flat hands ending with sharp-clawed fingers. His chest was more sparsely covered, well-muscled and broad, the fur tapering away until-

Fuck.

You blushed, made some god-awful squeaking noise that had you hiding your face back in your makeshift blanket. He was an animal. A thing. Of course he wouldn't be wearing clothes. Of course, he'd be-

Okay, you weren't about to go there.

He made a noise, deep and low and gutteral, but soft. Trying to get your attention again.

You hesitantly glanced back over, careful to keep your eyes up this time, but he had squatted down, stoking the flames in what appeared to be a primitive fire pit, stones carefully stacked over it like he actually cooked on them.

Curiosity killed the cat, and he might still kill you, but you couldn't help but cock your head to the side as you stared at his set up. Could he cook? Did he hunt his own food and prepare it rather than devouring raw meat or subsisting on plants and berries?

Your interest didn't go unnoticed, your confusion as you tried to work out precisely how intelligent he was only seemed to excite him. He gestured to the fire, like he was happy to show it off before shooting back up on those long legs.

You flinched at the sudden movement, and he whined.

But he let it pass, let you curl up into yourself as he lumbered away. Reluctantly, you lifted your head to watch him, getting your first real look at his home in the process, illuminated in the warm light from the fire.

You were more surprised that it actually sort of resembled one.

Not that there was furniture, or amenities, but the idea of it was there, odds and ends he must've scavenged and collected over the years from abandoned tents and cabins. A scruffy sleeping bag on top of a wolf pelt in one corner, too small to fit him, a few old books stacked next to it, flashlights and stone tools that you suspected he must've made himself scattered nearby. Dented pots and pans, but no dishes or utensils to accompany them.

Stuff forgotten or found. A sharp stab of dread set in when a tiny voice in the back of your head suggested perhaps their owners had been here once too.

He picked up a book, nose scrunched up in the sort of concentration that made you think he was trying to get you to understand something as his claws carefully flipped through the pages to find what he was looking for. His face lit up when he found it, turning it around and tapping on the page to show you.

A diagram for building a fire.

You swallowed hard, forced to face the fact that he might be much smarter than you first anticipated.

Slowly, you snuck a still-gloved hand out of the pelt you were swallowed up by, holding it out to see if he'd understand, if he'd hand you the book.

He stared for a second, intrigued as you opened your mouth to speak.

"C-can I see it?" You croaked, just as unsure.

He stepped forward, and it was hard to contain your urge to recoil as you steeled your resolve. He bent down, and you could smell him, the faint musk and woodsy scent mixed with the smoke clinging to his fur. Being careful to move slower now, like you were the wild animal here he was trying not to scare as he placed the book in your hand.

You flickered through the crinkling pages, shutting the cover as you realized where he must've picked up the idea for his trap too.

A how-to wilderness survival guide, complete with pictures and instructions simple enough a fucking yeti figured it out.

Someone must've brought it with them on a camping trip. You just hoped they actually survived.

You flipped through a few more, skimming over instructions on collecting and sanitizing rainwater, catching fish, and proper food storage, pausing when you got to a section detailing animals you might encounter and how to scare them off.

You doubted you'd find him in here. That was just your luck though, winding up with the biggest predator of all, replaced on the top spot of the food chain.

No, there were just illustrations of big bears and drawings of food scratched out to warn you not to leave scraps by your camp. A pack of wolves depicted in chicken scratch accompanied with even more text.

He tensed in front of you, looking down at you with an odd expression, probably just getting nervous at you taking so long to examine something he might consider special.

Shutting the book back, you held it up without meeting his intense gaze.

"Thanks," You murmured, mostly out of habit.

You half-expected to hear a you're welcome back.

Observation two?

He was awfully silent for someone practically two fucking feet taller than you. His steps were soft, padded, barely making a sound on the smooth floor of his cave. Quiet enough, apparently, that when your exhaustion won over and you drifted off to sleep, he snuck out and back in without you noticing.

Probably wouldn't have even known if it wasn't for what he brought back with him.

All of your stuff was there.

He even brought the goddamn chair you used to nap in.

Set everything up like you moved in, your old blankets tossed over the sleeping bag and your books on top of his, the notes you'd spent the past four weeks painstakingly pouring over and a few of the plants you'd been caring for. The pen was sitting on top of it, so at least you'd have something to keep track of the days, a way to scribble down new notes.

Your clothes, no longer folded, were stuffed in an open suitcase on the ground, like he didn't know what to do with them. The shirt on top was torn, the fabric probably ripping easily under his claws. The MREs once stacked in the pantry were now piled up near the fire, or what you guessed was technically his kitchen area.

No phone though. Or taser.

It must've taken more than one trip.

You were pretty sure your brain stopped working.

All the conclusions your brain was trying to draw about him were stumped by the thought of what the implications meant for you.

It was one thing if he thought he was helping a fragile animal out, saving you from the frigid weather and snow storm coming down outside. But going beyond just sharing his space to bring your belongings?

He might be a project to you, a brand new species for you to study and stake a scientific claim on, but what were you to him?

There was a quiet grunt. Movement in the corner of your vision.

His massive frame was crammed and reclined back in the chair with his legs spread out, head tilted back and eyes fluttering shut, asleep and snoring.

You sat up, his sharp eyes opening and snapping to you, attuned to every little change in his surroundings. But then they were closing again, deemed not a threat to be wary of as he drifted back to his dreams.

Observation three?

Your new roommate didn't have much concept for personal space.

He treated you more like a feral street cat than a person, giving you space when he thought you were scared (even if he frowned at your fear), but he was insistent on feeding you, bringing you berries he had stored away and refusing to move until you accepted them.

You barely got him to step out so you could change clothes, wishing you had a functioning bath or shower or something to feel clean again after spending the morning picking white fur off of yourself.

He mostly made noises, his face expressive enough for you to figure out what he was trying to communicate.

On the other hand?

He was fascinated listening to you speak, leaning in and tilting his head the second your lips parted. Studying the shape of your lips and how your tongue moved, refusing to rip his attention away. Started gesturing at objects like he wanted you to give each a name, then mimicking your pointing when you tried to confirm which one he wanted.

"Book," You mumbled for the fifth time in a row, but he just held up another one, a bright gleam in his eyes. "That's a book too."

He made a pleased hum, setting it down and pointing at the overflowing suitcase.

"Those are my clothes," You answered, readjusting the blanket pulled tight over your shoulders to show him that it was the same as what you were wearing. "You should get some too."

He pushed his bottom lip out to make it obvious he wasn't following what you were saying, but you leaned over to rummage through what you had brought until you landed on an oversized shirt and boxers you'd brought to sleep in, something leftover from an old ex-boyfriend, holding it out for him to take.

It'd probably be too small, the shirt at least, but hopefully the boxers would fit so you didn't have that always hanging hard in the corner of your vision.

He took it, white brows knitted together, but he didn't move.

You pushed up off the walls to stand, legs unsteady under you, a slight tremble that made his eyes go wide. Taking a small step closer, you barely kept your composure, heart rattling around in your chest as you took the clothes back. You sucked in a sharp breath, forcing yourself get on your tiptoes. "C-can I?"

He nodded, another thing you guessed he must've already picked up on from you. Leaning down so you could take the shirt and attempt to tug it over his head, although it almost got caught on small horns you hadn't noticed before, hidden and curled back in his messy hair. It was stretched too tight over his shoulders, the seams ready to burst at his first breath, the fur outlined through the fabric.

You didn't know what you were thinking.

It was a weak try to find some normalcy when your attempts to catalogue all the variables and changes were only making you more nervous.

You could predict an animal's behavior if you collected enough data.

But he wasn't just an animal, was he?

"You have to step into these," You muttered, swallowing the spit in the back of your throat.

Getting down on the ground to help was nerve-wracking, your movements robotic as your brain practically shut down at his proximity. A little terrified to touch him, closing your eyes and tentatively wrapping your fingers around one of his calves to guide him into lifting it off the ground.

He seemed to catch onto what you were trying to do, stepping into the boxers and pulling it up his legs on your own while you stood, shrinking back towards the cold wall and turning your head.

He made a noise when he was finished, a soft little plea as if he was actually seeking your approval.

Well, at least they fit, even if they were well, short.

Clinging to his sturdy thighs but concealing enough that you were more comfortable looking at him again. He examined the band of the boxers, brushing a finger across his happy trail and slipping underneath it to feel the stretch of the elastic fabric before letting it snap back against his skin.

Heat was flushing to your cheeks again, digging your nails into your palm as you glanced back to the fire still going, the fresh twigs and broken branches he added already crackling.

Something smooth grazed against your cheek, and you froze.

It took you a second to process the fact that it was one of his claws, the thought of it's sharp edge slicing a clean cut making your breath hitch in your throat. But no, he just brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, cautiously tucking it behind your ear.

Your eyes betrayed you.

Sneaking a peek at his serious expression staining his ivory complexion, the thick brows and lashes making it all the more dramatic when he opened his mouth, trying to force his tongue to move the same way he'd seen you do it.

But nothing came out.

He sighed, tapping twice on his own chest instead. You waited, brain scrambling to guess this new gesture. Pouting again, he pointed over to the books, then back to you, and once again at himself.

"Oh," You breathed. "You want a name too?"

He would need one eventually, something you could call him by or scrawl in your notebook at night after he fell asleep.

Would you get to pick what his species would be called too? It was easy to imagine his name plastered right next to yours on all the papers and articles.

And the whole world would know it in a year.

Right?

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I am obsessed 🙂‍↕️🤭😏

Girlfriend of Divorce

yan!satosugu x fem!reader

warnings: referenced kidnapping/captivity, weird fucked up relationship dynamic, spanking, punishment, infantilization, satoru is just strange, can you tell my parents are divorced, dead dove: do not eat, dark content

word count: 1.2k

incentive - gojo

characters - yandere!gojo, gn!reader

cw - NONCON, victim blaming, gaslighting/manipulation, abuse of trust, the briefest mention of puke, coercion, doing shitty things under false pretenses, reader cries a lot and gojo doesn't care, seriously he is a real piece of shit in this one

words - 3.1k

A Star That Burned Too Bright

Sum: He trusted you more than he should have.

Yandere! Insert x Reader

WC: 1.7k

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Kidnapped Reader, Suicide/Self harm (Reader Dies), Mentions of Noncon, Blood, Angst

A/n: Felt a little angsty

Oh, how your captor swoons when his darling, once so hesitant and fearful, now greets him at the door with a radiant smile, eyes shimmering with something close to love. How his heart stutters when you lean into his palm without hesitation, pressing a delicate kiss to the roughened pad of his thumb, as if savoring the very texture of his touch. Those once-wary eyes now gaze up at him, brimming with adoration - whether genuine or meticulously crafted, he dares not question too deeply.

At first, suspicion gnaws at him, creeping in like a parasite. Your obedience is far too seamless, your affection suddenly too intoxicating. He watches you carefully, scrutinizing every lingering glance, every sweetened word. Is this the slow, insidious grasp of Stockholm Syndrome? Or could it be? Are you truly falling for the twisted love he offers, surrendering to the love he so desperately gives and craves?

baby's breath | 17

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 4,534

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, bondage, emotional manipulation, angsty aftercare, implied subspace/subdrop, ptsd flashback, noncon touching (erwin is a creep!)

Morning must have come.

Tears caked your waterline, gluing your lids together. Wincing, you tried to adjust to the dark that still enveloped you. Your head sluggishly tilted towards where light streamed from the line at the bottom of the door.

Muffled words can be heard by the entrance, but you couldn’t make out what was said. From the volume and cadence alone, you could tell Levi must be not pleased. Stomps reverberated overhead until there was a distinct slam of the front door.

Footsteps walked back with the same hurried pace. More light poured out from the entry as it was opened with great force. You flinched back at him flicking the light on. Despite Levi’s lithe frame, his steps pounded against the stairs. You were too exhausted to even work up any fear. You barely slept the rest of the night, plagued with nightmares and the stinging pain of your ass.

At the bottom of the stairs, he rounded the corner. Levi stopped in what you could assume was shock. Him staring at you only brought tears back to your eyes. Fear tried to wiggle back into your brain that he would continue where Erwin’s left off, but you couldn’t muster up the energy.

“What did you do?” His words bit, but his eyebrows tented in pity.

Men suck! So why not drain their bank accounts for wasting your time?! It would be foolish not to. Even more foolish to push the buttons of a very powerful man in the underground world of Tokyo.

But hey wait! He messaged you first! He wanted you to be his sugar baby so badly it makes him look stupid!

Although Bakugou Katsuki is anything but stupid.

It was supposed to be an easy mark. He followed all of the rules of the unspoken game between sugar baby and sugar daddy. He reached out to you first. He set the time and place for the first date and he asked about your pricing.

To which you told him was a steep two thousand consultation.

Immediately there was a notification with your fee plus a little extra for the expedited meeting in your bank account before he messaged you again.

Wear somethin nice.

His profile was vague as most marks were. Choosing to keep their identity a secret, embarrassed to have to buy a woman's time with their endless cash flow for one reason or another.

Some because of their looks, some their abhorrent attitude, some because they were too busy drowning in their work and some because they just couldn't be bothered for much of anything real only to fall in love after the third date thinking they could buy your heart like they did everything else.

Because at the end of the day all of these marks had something in common. Something to exploit.

They were all terribly lonely.

Title: Short Leash.

Pairing: Yandere!SatoSugu x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 7.5k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Pet Play, Wildly Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Semi-Public Humiliation, Blood, Controlling Behavior, and Dehumanization. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

You woke up the next morning groggier than you’d ever been before, praying that you’d open your eyes and miraculously find yourself in your own apartment, piled into your own bed, with a hangover painful enough to block out the strange, hyper-realistic dream you’d endured the night before. Predictably, you didn’t.

Less predictably, you found yourself in Satoru’s villa, piled onto Suguru’s bed, and entirely alone.

They must’ve untied you at some point, most likely shorty after you’d passed out with Suguru’s cock lodged deeply enough down your throat to cut off your airflow. The black cord hung limp from its post, and the sharp pain in your wrists had dulled into a red, angry throbbing. The rest of your body wasn’t so quick to recover. Your legs felt like tree roots, too heavy to lift and connected to you only by calcified tendons too stubborn to break. Your back and sides were bruised where Satoru had pawed and bitten, and you could feel the indents of Suguru’s fingertips around your throat, the weight of his palm against the back of your head. Your muzzle hung limp around your neck, which you were thankful for. You were sure it wasn’t as uncomfortable as Satoru’s, but already, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wear it for more than a couple minutes at a time. Whether or not you’d be forced to was something you didn’t want to think about, right now.

With no small amount of effort, you picked yourself up and swung your legs over the side of the mattress. You’d only just started to test the sole of your foot against the carpeting when something clambered against the bedroom door, knocking against the wood clumsily before shouldering it open and stepping inside.

It was Satoru. That wasn’t surprising on its own, but the fact that he was wearing clothes – real, non-puppy themed clothes – was. Just a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized white shirt, sure, but clothes.

That, and the absence of his muzzle. Come to think of it, this was probably the first time you’d seen anything below his eyes.

POV gojo everytime suguru gets home😭😭

Haze

Sum: Epilogue to Hysteria

Yan!SatoSugu x Reader

WC: 13k (I deeply apologize)

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Reader Dies, Suicide, Improper use of medication, Medical AU, Noncon, Infantalization, Miscarriage, Narcotics, Captivity, Forced Relationship, Reader is going through it, MDNI, ANGST. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

A/n: thank you @pink-cakes-and-treats for listening to me ramble about my thoughts about this so much, also for the rest of you that asked for a good ending...here it is.

The world felt too big. The lights, too bright. The bed beneath you, too vast, swallowing you whole. Falling down a well—like Alice tumbling into the unknown—yet instead of cold air slicing past, warmth enveloped every inch, layers of soft blankets cocooned you in a thick comfort that verged on suffocation. Yet, beneath it all, something in your mind felt irrevocably wrong.

As if your mind was drowning in an ocean of disorientated static. 

At least she’s free man😟😓

Guessing Game

For Valentine I paired up with @uvobreakmylegs to post an Illumi fic :D This is a long ass fic (which was also the working title of this one) and I'm surprised Tumblr lets me post this in one go. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: A/B/O-setting in college, Yandere! Illumi x Reader, alpha! Illumi, beta! Reader, violence, classism, weird misogyny, non-con, blood, somnophilia, masturbation, 26k words

You sat on your bed with your back against the wall, typing away on your laptop. The small space you’d claimed on your bed was cluttered with textbooks, notebooks, and random bits of your life, all fighting for attention. You were supposed to be focusing on the upcoming group project, texting your classmate, but in a form of semi-productive procrastination, you’d decided to do some readings first, summarizing them in a separate document, trying to forget the bit of anxiety the assignment was already causing you.

The current readings were on the ‘dichotomy of social status in a post-transformative hegemony’ and to be fair you hadn’t really absorbed a single word in more than thirty minutes. 

With a sigh you put away your laptop. You’d read the abstract before class tomorrow. 

017. CARNATIONS

One hundred and seventy nine days. Not very surprisingly, they passed by slowly. If time was tangible, you'd swirl your fingertips over and through the scripted numbers on your calendar to bring the awaiting date of Touya's release day sooner. You peer over the scarf wrapped around your neck, lifting your nose from the thick and knitted fabric as you take a once over of your appearance. You're grabbing your keys, prepared to step out of your front doorway when you catch your reflection in the hallway mirror of your apartment. There's a small slip of paper tucked into the frame of your mirror.

Your hand slides off the cool metal of the door handle before you press your pointer and middle finger to your wrist. If you close your eyes, you could try and pretend it was Touya touching you instead. He liked feeling your pulse, you remember how he once told you how your heart was in sync with his—he was sure of it, he swore it was.

It was one of your earlier memories with Touya, and you smile fondly at the sound of his voice echoing in your mind. You assured Touya that you'd never head of such a thing before, but he was adamant. You'd left the hospital that night with the phantom touch of his fingertips still on you, and drove to your local library instead of home.

It was nearing midnight then, and you'd sheepishly entered half an hour before closing time—moving through the numerous bookshelves that stood tall in all their glory as you searched. What is it you were searching for? Well, even you didn't know. You acted on pure instinct that night, because Touya's words wouldn't leave you alone. While hearts beating in sync may be something you remembered reading in your childhood in some fairytale book, you could just barely remember reading about it somewhere else.

Maybe you read something about it when you were in school studying? Your fingers don't mind the dust coated spines they graze, and your eyes move back and forth mindlessly as they search for a familiar title. Something, anything to help rekindle the memory that you couldn't manifest quite completely. You'd spent all your time studying in this exact library just a few years ago, and you know your book must be here. And there it was—tucked away in the corner of a shelf, wasting away and waiting for someone to dust off its cover.

You check out the book seven minutes before midnight, and half an hour later, you're back home—highlighter in hand and reading glasses perched over the bridge of your nose as you read. And maybe if memories were tangible too, you could reach in to your mind and tug the necessary one out—but they aren't, and you need to find something in this book to set the wheels in motion again. You're not sure how many pages you've turned until your heart practically bursts with disbelief—the words strewn over the old page strike your heart in a way that's almost cruel.

Studies show the bodies of lovers tend to be aware of one another's presence. Monitors and tests show that breathing intervals and heart rates naturally align when in the presence of someone their bodies subconsciously care for. Heart rates synchronizing is a phenomenon between two people who have achieved a level of utmost internal alignment and trust.

You pull away from the memory—one from months ago and immerse yourself in the present, fingers gently pulling out the paper tucked into your mirror frame.

You'd taken this page out of that library book. Ripped it right out—not a single ounce of hesitation as you did, before highlighting the words utmost internal alignment and trust.

This was your reminder, the lingering promise you made yourself that Touya trusted you, and that your devotion and gentle care led to this. But after getting fired for your romantic relationship with him, those highlighted words served more as motivation these months. It was impossible to leave your apartment without seeing the little stolen slip of paper hanging, and you have a mini ritual of quickly reading the page over every time before you go out.

You take a moment to gently smooth out the creases in the paper, and even though you have those few sentences printed memorized by now—you keep your eyes glued to the page anyway, read every word slowly and let them sink in anyway. And then, you're off to the Todoroki household.

The weekly dinner visits began a few weeks after you got fired. You remember the initial shame you had to carry when first facing Touya's siblings and mother. You'd gone in with your bravest face on, prepared to be turned away because as their son's caretaker, you failed. But they didn't. They invited you inside for dinner, got you a warm cup of tea, a blanket to wrap yourself in—and instead, they asked you to tell them of your times with Touya.

The weekly dinners were Rei's idea. She told you she'd love to have someone so near and dear to Touya near to them. Shoto, Natsuo, and Fuyumi moved mountains for Friday dinners—they had become such a crucial part of everyone's routines, and none of you had ever once been absent from them.

You didn't have a family to call your own before the Todoroki's. But when Rei cradles your face in her soft palms and feeds you her homemade dinner, or when Fuyumi and Natsuo listen to your quiet confessions and unspoken feelings—or even when Shoto asks you to come to his UA events for support, you know there are people who love you like one.

And the evening starts like it does every Friday. Rei is the one to open the front door, and everyone is usually sitting inside in the living or dining area waiting for you. Natsuo and Fuyumi will ask you how you're doing, offer to take your coat and bags while Shoto brings you something to drink. But, as someone who never took such kindness for granted, you get to work right after—heading straight towards the kitchen to help Rei set the table.

"Did you cut your hair, Y/n?"

You click off the rice cooker in front of you before peering up at Rei, your eyes round with surprise. Rei smiles gently at you from where she stands, and you run a hand through the strands with a sheepish smile

"Just a trim on the ends, that's all. I'm surprised you could even tell the difference!" You smile, grin radiant and bright in a way that has Rei's chest filling with warmth—your smile was like the sun's rays peaking through the clouds, oddly filling in a way.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. I know I say that a lot, but you really are. In and out."

Your cheeks turn pink in an instant, and you stammer for a moment as you try and formulate a response, mentally face palming when you just stammer even more while you trip over your words like an idiot. After a good ten seconds of that humiliation, you decide to shut your mouth to keep yourself from embarrassing yourself any further. You manage a wobbly smile instead, heart soaring like a bird flying for the first time as Rei's soft smile widens at your flustered state.

Rei doesn't understand how much you value her words—they truly did mean the world to you. She hums under her breath while plating the Onigiri, and you sneak glances at her every now and then—biting back a smile. Her carefree smile reminded you a bit of...well, yourself.

Dinner goes as delightfully as it always does. Natsuo and Fuyumi carry the majority of the conversation tonight, and while they begin talking about what they wanted to do with the house's garden this summer with Rei—Shoto takes the opportunity to steal your attention.

"Hi,"

Your laugh makes Shoto smile shyly as he carefully scoots closer to you. He hesitates for a moment, his hands resting on his knees idly as he searches for the right words. The face Shoto makes when he's deep in thought resembles Touya, almost eerily so—they both have the same, gentle crease between their brows and faraway look in their eyes—like they're in an entirely different world.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?"

Your smile falters a bit at his words. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Touya would finally be released from the hospital's rehabilitation plan. He'd be back home, here in this very household that you sat in. Shoto sees the hesitation in your features, and thanks to his terrible poker face—you see the way his lips tugs downwards in concern at your silence.

"Well, I must admit, as excited as I am—I'm also very nervous," You smile, your voice softening as you scoot closer to Shoto—the two of you now engaged in a conversation away from the rest of the table. He tilts his head a bit in confusion, lips pursed into the smallest of pouts as he stares at you. But as palpable as Shoto's confusion is, there's also a hint of understanding in his expression. He too was nervous for Touya's return. But Shoto had a reason; Touya was his estranged brother, one who tried to kill him and had been haunting his family for years. To you—well, Shoto thinks Touya acts like a puppy in your presence. Touya would be ecstatic to see you, no doubt. So what were you nervous for?

Shoto watches the way you hum in thought, and he's holding his breath at this point while waiting for your response—he remains silent as ever, giving you the space you'd need to hear your thoughts before you begin speaking

"Do you remember when your mother was in the hospital?"

Normally, Shoto would've flinched if someone had ever brought up his mother's hospitalization. He'd probably get defensive, too—because he never really understood people's intentions with him. But with you, Shoto knows you want nothing more than to love and be loved. So he nods his head in response, remembering the time where he was separated from her. And suddenly, things have never been more clearer.

Shoto knows the feeling of having someone who you know loves you endlessly, despite their violent nature, locked up and away from you. He remembers the way he felt back then—like his future had already been set in stone, one where he couldn't be happy and where his family was destined to remain forever separated. When Shoto had begun reaching out to his mother through letters, he was afraid. For her to be out and back home meant confronting that little boy inside of him—the one he knows didn't like confrontation.

And while Shoto has never been in love, he can imagine the way you feel must be even more complicated.

Something shifts in his expression, and you frown, thinking you hit a soft spot by bringing up Rei's time at the hospital—

Shoto does exactly what he wanted someone to do for him years ago. Something he needed, but never got. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around you. And this hug is nothing like the awkward ones he's offered you before—he nestles his head into the shoulder of your sweater, pressing his eyes close as he exhales a quick breath and tightens his hold around you. You can only blink in surprise, looking down at the younger boy with a soft smile before he speaks up

"It'll be okay."

The words hit you like a tidal wave—and for the first time in months, you really did feel like things were going to be okay.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n: hi guys... :P so this took like, two weeks?? again?! i'm so sorry! i HATE making you wait but i also refuse to put anything out just for the sake of putting it out 🤧 i wanna put out my best work!! thank you for waiting and being patient with me as we near the end ☺️

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tw; yandere, implied dub-con, unwanted pregnancy, forced relationship, ooc, unedited

yandere reo | very ooc | 1.5k words | bluelock masterlist

“You’ll never have to work a day.” He said, eyes pouring straight into your own and a self assured tone just about anyone would falter to. If he was a stranger you might have hesitated to believe his words, assumed him to be a scammer of some sort but you knew him well enough to know his offer could very well be possible. Especially when his family amassed enough wealth to make even the concept of money virtually worthless.

As you looked around trying to calm your nerves you noticed how much more shabby your clothes looked, compared to his suit that fit well enough to have been sewn straight onto his body. Your skin was much more rough looking compared to his and your eyes adorned in dark circles as a result of sleepless nights.

“All you have to do is say yes.” He continued, a small smile on his face as he slid an envelope towards you. You had done everything in your power to avoid him, you weren’t friends or even acquaintances of any sort anymore. If anything you were waiting for him to break out laughing at the slightest sign of your acceptance, revealing this all to be a sick joke or the result of a lost bet. But for him, this was the day he had counted every second to reach.

/

While Reo Mikage focused on enjoying himself throughout his university years, with employment practically secured at his family's company the moment he graduates, you were famous for the opposite. [name] the straight A student who wouldn’t miss a lecture even if disaster struck, the one that barely spoke and rarely if ever attended any social events.

At first, it was curiosity, you were brought up in a conversation and Reo couldn’t help but want to know more. Then it became a habit, to locate you in the lecture hall unconsciously, to anticipate your voice when the professor took attendance or to ask in advance if you were going to attend any extracurricular. He couldn’t help but notice your little habits and become further enamored each passing day.

It was still an innocent love but it was all tainted in filth that one night, a club activity that got extended into a group dinner with alcohol flowing as in any gathering of students, Reo felt tipsy but it was nothing compared to you who was flushed red even though you refused most drinks. Maybe it was the drunk courage that led him to corner you outside where nobody could see. His lips landed on yours and before he could process what he was doing, he felt a rush surge through him as he was sure now, sure that the emotions rushing through him were much more than a passing fascination.

Mikage Reo was the type of man that just passed life by, he was just an empty shell with nothing inside. Things like money or sex didn’t mean much to him but right now a mere kiss had him salivating for more like an animal in heat. That night he did something he knew he shouldn’t have and dragged you to a hotel room. He knew you would barely remember any of it and like a coward he took advantage of it. It would be a rough start but he could handle it, he would get you to accept him once morning came. But as the premature rays of sun peeked through the curtains, he felt the empty space beside him where he was sure you laid.

/

“Why don’t you look at what’s inside that envelope first, I’m sure that’ll answer all your questions.” He said, gesturing towards the inconspicuous brown envelope, the sly smile on his face growing ever-wider.

Reo found himself crawling back to you like a crippling addict even after that night. Still searching for you in every room he entered and uninterested in anything unless it pertained to you. If only you hadn’t disappeared soon after that night, leading to his obsession growing exponentially beyond anything that could be controlled.

“This…” the tone in your voice had changed, it was no longer hesitation stemming in confusion but rather a mix of fear and disgust. And yet, he wanted more. Reo could see the revulsion in your gaze as you looked up towards him with your brows knitted and lips formed in a thin frown. All the effort he went through to track you down felt worth it. “I hope you’ll seriously consider my offer, if not for your own sake then for our child’s.” The paternity test in your hands wrinkled as you shook uncontrollably.

/

Your mind had gone blank when you woke up with a splitting headache and a discomfort between your legs, almost jumping in surprise to find the dreaded man lying next to you still fast asleep. You knew well that nothing good would come from someone like you associating with him so you left before he could wake up, ran back home and locked yourself in there until your friends came knocking a few days later. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them so you pretended it never happened and buried yourself in work instead.

When he approached you afterwards with a confession full of confidence, as if you accepting would be the most natural thing on Earth you could do nothing but stare at him with disgust. Screaming profanities one after another. You hated his kind, the careless rich kids that thought they could get anything they desired. “I’m not an object you can obtain by throwing money at me!” Those were your last parting words to him, the ones that rang in his head even today. His wide eyed expression brought at least some satisfaction to you that day. You couldn’t report him for your own sake so even this small victory was welcomed.

However, as if the universe were laughing at your misfortune, you were presented with the positive pregnancy test in your hands weeks later. Maybe the test was faulty—that’s what you comforted yourself with as you sat in the doctor's office. But not only were you pregnant, you would have no choice but to carry the pregnancy to term as it was far too late to get an abortion. That’s when the reality of your situation truly sunk in and you broke down for the first time. With nobody to rely on and unable to continue your studies due to your deteriorating health, you ran away from it all. You told yourself it would be temporary, just until the baby was born and then you would return to your studies but you couldn’t give your baby daughter away to someone else. Even when she was the spitting image of her father your heart broke thinking of what she would have to go through in an orphanage so you kept her, slowly finding new happiness in your daughter's smile.

Reo could barely compose himself once you rejected him. Following a monotonous routine as his sanity and reason hung by a thread. All he could think about was how he would make you pay until you begged to be his. But his parents put a stop to it, sending him abroad where they hoped he would change but his every thought was still consumed by only you. Finding out you had a child upon his return was enough to make him rebound into his obsession even worse than before, especially when she resembled him so much.

/

“The paternity test was just a formality, you can tell with just one look that she’s my daughter. Anyways just pack any essentials and get ready, we’re leaving this dump.” It was almost as if he was talking to himself with how he didn’t even bother to get a reply from you.

“I’m not leaving and neither is my daughter.” You had grown protective over your baby, a bastard like him didn’t deserve her.

“Let’s not make this any worse than it has to be, [name]. We both know you can’t afford to take care of a child on your own. What will you do when she grows up and asks why she doesn’t have a father, hmm? What about when she asks why she can’t have the things other kids have? Or when she wants to do extracurricular like kids her age, or when she wants to travel or go out with friends. Or what about when she—.”

“I get it, you can stop now!” You interrupted as tears streamed down your face, you had once again regressed into an inconsolable mess and in front of the man you despised the most to boot. You knew well you couldn’t give her the life she deserved.

/

Your daughter liked her father, almost as if she had known him from birth. It stung a little when her first words were ‘papa’ and when she would run to him before even looking at you but you could make peace with that, she’s just a child after all. What you couldn’t stand was your now husband, Reo. He had only gotten worse as now he seemed to think he had free reign to do as he pleased with you. He had made such a big show of only doing this for ‘his’ daughter but, to your detriment, he seemed much more interested in making up for lost time with you.