Holy Shit That Really Made My Day Rn. Also I Love Writing For The Nordics So I’m Happy Their Being

I mean a bit too specific but I’ll do it anyways just a bit short

(- Allies x Broken s/o -)

{~~RUINED~~}

Trying to mold a creation from clay, a sculpture of your own imagination, can be difficult for many reasons. Having the skill to be able to plan out your image and transfer it into the world for all to see. Needing to put in the patience to work with the medium, patiently waiting for the day you can see the product of your hard labor. but with even with the slightest mistake, you could change it completely to where it’s just a clump of dried up clay.

Even with many sculptures together, sculpting their most beautiful creation, a magnum opus of their life's work, can all come crashing down with the slight great twitch of the hand. Not even the most skillful sculptor could fix something that was

Ruined

They had ruined you.

They hadn’t meant to, it was an accident. They all still loved them, even with them being a husk of their former selves, sitting dumbly in a chair, slumped over with glossed over eyes.

From a distance it looked as if they were just tired but up close you could see clearly that they weren’t even aware of their surroundings. If they were, they did a damn good job at ignoring the men that constantly were at their side, tending to them as if they were a doll.

A doll of their perfect lover.

It wasn’t like they couldn’t hear their pleas to at least look at them, showing them a siding of life, they had just completely given up. losing the track of time, dates, not even sticking to your regular routine that you were desperate to keep, all seem to naturally rot away and deteriorate along with you.

They had saw the beginning of the end and tried to reverse everything that they had done, alike to the sculptor knowing mid movement, a sudden pit forming in his stomach of regret and fear, that he had made a grave mistake.

You had become the perfect doll that they desired,

They had just imagined it being different...

Fanarts that whitewashes Izana gives me the blues.

Hello! Can i request promp no.10 and Kakucho?

“N-no, no, no, shhh, you’re okay. I would never hurt you.”

kakucho x reader

cw: yandere. kidnapping.

note: i feel like its been forever since i wrote for kaku omg

You couldn’t see anything around you and the only thing you could hear was the shuffling sounds coming from you as you tried to pull your bound wrists apart. Whoever brought you here left you alone for what felt like hours. 

As you angrily cursed yourself for having made the choice to go out tonight, a door swung open, causing you to pause your attempts at undoing your bindings. You tried to listen for movement, but all was still for a few minutes. When footsteps finally began making their way to you, it was as if you remembered that you were in danger, now moving about wildly as if that would magically set you free. 

The person, now in front of you, moved down to your level, hushing you as hands attempted to brush over your skin. You jerked away from the hand on your arm, yelling at them to not touch you.

“N-no, no, no, shhh, you’re okay. I would never hurt you.” His words were meant to bring you comfort, but how could you feel anything but panic at this moment? You were kidnapped and locked up by complete strangers; as if you could truly trust that some random man wouldn’t hurt you after doing something like this. He once again tried to soothe you, petting you gently in a way that made you feel like he saw you as some child to console. If your legs weren’t bound, you’d have been kicking out at him as hard as you could. “Just calm down.”

He didn’t even sound confident in his own words, because you were sure he knew damn well that there was no way you were just going to calm down in this situation. “Calm down!? Who the fuck are you? Let me go!” You started struggling against your restraints again, determined to sock the man in front of you. “If it’s money you want, I don’t have any! You’re wasting both our time here!” 

You only heard a sigh, as if it were ridiculous for you to assume you were being held for ransom or something of the sort. Before you could yell at him like you wanted to, the man spoke up. “It has nothing to do with money. If anything, that’s something you won’t need to worry about anymore.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your chest began to tighten. Was he just going to kill you? Did you just have a stroke of bad luck and these random people decided that you would be the one they took out tonight just for the hell of it? 

From the sounds of it, the man stood up again, still right in front of you. You couldn’t see it thanks to the blindfold, but Kakucho had to straighten up and prepare himself for his next words. He’d been practising this, reciting it in his head since the moment he decided that he would take you, but now that the moment was here… he was more nervous than expected.

“You’ll be staying here from now on. Under the care of me and my men.” Watching your face contort into an expression of pain and disbelief was not a surprise, but it still made him feel guilty. Kakucho wasn’t oblivious; he knew that what he was doing was wrong, that you’d likely hate him for it. But he tried to tell himself that it was for your own safety, that he saw how those other guys would openly stare at you, likely thinking the worst things. 

He wondered if you would recognize him the moment your blindfold came off. He wasn’t even sure he ever caught your eye despite him being a regular at your work. Not that it would matter anymore. You’d be here so that Kakucho could ensure that you were safe. Even if you hated it – hated him – he could at least find comfort in the fact that you were protected from the harshness of the world. 

“No! No! Let me go, please!” There was a mix of anger and sadness swelling up in you and even you were unsure of how to properly react to his words. You lurched forward, hoping that you would hit his legs and send him toppling down so you could at least try to beat him. Instead of making contact with his legs, you just hit the ground. Your breathing was fast as you tried to get up, freezing when a hand settled atop your head.

“I know… I know that this is a huge change, but you’ll find that this is better for you in the long run.” His footsteps started moving away and you assumed out of the room. You heard his voice talking to someone else that must’ve been nearby, telling them to deal with you for now.

Kakucho refused to let his own feelings show through on his face, but hearing you yelling after him, alternating between asking for release and then threatening to kill him caused him to feel what he was sure was remorse. But it was too late for feeling bad; all he could do was go through with his initial plan and hope that you eventually come around.

Warning: threats of Reader’s death, hint of noncon/ punishment at end but not written, suggestive, unwanted touches by both Haitani brother’s, Reader is tied and has a dick

Note: Male!Reader needs more love!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Imagine leaning back against Ran’s broad chest as he rests against the luxurious king-sized bed headboard. The large penthouse room is pitch black; only the city lights below illuminate the room. The two overly expensive cologne scents fill your senses, almost making you feel like you’re drowning in the smell alone. Your hands are tied above you, making room for Ran to rest his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You try to pull at your restraints to free yourself, but Rindou’s hand on your hip keeps you trapped between the two brothers. His other hand moved down from your chest to grab behind your thigh. Lifting it up slightly as he situates himself between your legs. Your opposite leg is pinned down by Rin’s knee, forcing you in this half-spread eagle position as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw. Ran only following, licking and sucking at your neck, surely to leave purple marks later. 

You should have known better than to try and go up against Bonten, but your boss's orders were for you to sneak in to get location information. God, you were so stupid to try and think you could fly under the Haitani’s radar. Now you were trapped and probably going to be killed, but it seems as if they had a different idea of how to deal with you. 

You tried tossing your head to escape their hungry lips but Ran just grabbed your neck. Squeezing it hard enough to cut off your airflow, making you quickly compliant with their advances. “There’s a good mouse boy. Did you really think that you would win this game of cat and mouse? Hmm, what do you think, brother?” Ran’s hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to face Rin as he licked his lips. “I think that our little mouse deserves to be punished; this game has gone on far too long. I want my reward already.” Ran’s other hand came to grab at the edge of your shirt, lifting it up slightly to show your stomach to the younger one’s gaze. Eyes that looked like they wanted to devour you whole. 

 The sudden cold air made you arch your back slightly, quickly going still, feeling Ran’s erection rub under your ass. “Fuck~, I think you’re right, Rin. And I know exactly how I wanna punish them too.” Suddenly the thought of being killed was the least of your concerns. You wanted to say something against them. A last-ditch effort to save your dignity or beg them to just kill you and be done with it. But when you opened your mouth, only a broken moan left your lips as a harsh slap was delivered to your dick. “Seems like our mouse here needs a few extra lessons in obedience. Though, Mikey did say that we could do whatever we wanted with them, yeah? I wanna have some fun~.” 

~1p Russia ~

Ivan had invited you over to his house to have dinner and watch a movie. He dared not to move since you ended up falling asleep against him. The movie had become white noise to him as he just focused on taking in the whole picture of you asleep next to him.

He could have stayed like that forever if not for the tiny buzzing sound he heard next to him. You accidentally left your phone on the small desk next to the couch, just far enough for him to read the caller ID.

Your ex?

He must be mistaken..

He reached over, trying his hardest not to move you to badly, and took the phone reading it again. Nope, there was no mistaking it that it was in fact your ex.

He had the audacity to still be calling you even with all the work Ivan had done to get you to break up with him.

This ex was beginning to become a pain in the ass for Ivan to deal with.

Nevertheless he clicked accept and put the phone to his ear and said

“ Еще раз попробуешь сюда позвонить, я позабочусь о том, чтобы твой труп нашли на улицах. Она моя.”

And with that he ended the call.

He knew that your ex won’t be calling you anytime soon and if he does even after that.

You can only say that he tried sparing them.

He won’t hold back now.

~~~

(Russian: "Еще раз попробуешь сюда позвонить - я позабочусь о том, чтобы твой труп нашли на улицах. Она моя.- If you try to call this number again, I’ll make sure you end up dead in an ally, she’s mine"Thank you to the kind reader for helping me with the correct translation!!)

I didn’t forget about all your requests man! Thank you for being patient with me!✨💕

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{~Allies x chill Country Reader~}

<~America~>

You gazed out looking at the dazzling lights of nighttime carnival, being on the Farris wheel truly gave y’all the best view over it all. You wore a content look on your face while looking at your people enjoying themselves, it made your heart become all fuzzy on the inside.

“C/n, I wanted to ask you something.”

You finally came out of your thoughts when you were reminded that Alfred was sitting opposite of you in the cart. You quickly gave Alfred your attention, suddenly feeling embarrassed from completely ignoring him for majority of the ride.

“Ah, yeah?”

“I wanted to propose something, maybe this isn’t the best setting but it’s private.”

You cocked your head to the side slightly, at that Alfred let his signature smile grace his face before continuing.

“I wanted to enter a union with you, I think we could both benefit from it!”

Ah yes..That...

You turned back to the window, now being at the very top of the Farris wheel and thought over his words carefully. You had heard rumors around that Alfred was planning on proposing a union to your boss along with you, guess they were true after all.

You looked at all the people down on the ground then back at Alfred.

“I don’t mind going into a union with you, I just don’t want any harm to come to my people.”

You felt the cart begin it’s decent downward as Alfreds smile widened.

•Alfred wouldn’t mind your little agreement, after all all relationships have boundaries but he would constantly hold it over your head if any conflict should arise. He’ll abuse the hell out of that agreement holding your people as a hostage during punishments, saying if you don’t want your people hurt then you’ll be submissive to him. It’ll turn into you constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing if you’ll upset him into doing something drastic.

~~~

<~England~>

“You shouldn’t do that, if you don’t want a few of your citizens to go missing that is.”

You froze mid action. Damnit, you were so close to opening the last lock...

You slowly turned to see a very disappointed Brit standing in the darkened doorway, looking down at your crouched figure, near to the many complex locks securing the front door shut.

You were stunned speechless, you had been sure to recreate that sleeping spell perfectly. He had left it out when he left, perfectly for you to use against him.

You had a gut feeling that you should have listened too in the beginning, when you first heard the word union come out of his mouth. But he was so kind in the beginning, a true gentlemen, that you have decided against your better judgement to give him a chance.

Now look at you..

“But the spell-“

“Oh that? You really think I would be dumb enough to leave something out like that in the open for unworthy hands to grab onto it. Really, I thought you were smarter to actually look at the published date. I mean, if there was one.”

He swiftly cut you off, pulling out the same spell book you had taken from him that got you into this mess, tossing it carelessly in front of you. Sure enough even in the dim of the night, there was no published date, nor an author, or anything notable you would expect on a real book.

“Now what’s it going to be Y/n, you can’t outsmart me, you chose to be in a union with me.”

•Author would unapologetically use this little lope-hole against you in anyway he could. Even going as far to tease you about your predicament with making you seem like your in control where in reality he is. Out of all of them, he would use this blackmail the most, having you take his side politically and in meets alike. There are small periods where he’ll lighten up on you, being so sickingly sweet to you, making you latch onto these small tender moments to ignore all the rest.

~~~

<~Russia~>

The sound of an orchestra playing felt deafening as you sat in an auditorium with Ivan at your side. He of course invited you along with him since you had recently joined together in a union.

The graceful way the ballerinas moved on the stage couldn’t distract you from the outright intimidating aura from Ivan felt as if it was crushing you, as it loomed over you as a silent threat.

You knew you Ivan was threatening you with your small agreement you had made, but it’s not like you could ask him to stop. Every time you brought up the fact that he was holding your people practically hostage in order to make you accompany him to these theaters, he always found a way to make you double think yourself.

It’s almost as if his personality turns a full 180 into this kind, gentle, selfless being who only wants the best for both of y’all’s peoples. He was always so calm and considerate to your problem, promising you that he isn’t all with a gentle kiss.

But by the he had his hand on your thigh that he was more possessive over you than anything, doing anything to keep you his. No matter what.

And that scared you.

•Ivan wouldn’t outright abuse this loophole that you do graciously overlooked but would push this agreement as much as possible without outright passing it. He wouldn’t be a complete dick to you, and would always make it up to you if you do try to call him out on it with honeyed words that make you forget how bad of a guy he can be, keeping you in a sense of stupor.

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Well this is just annoying accurate...

Lol didn’t know what to title this-

(TW: Mentioned forced feeding)

{-America-}

Alfred would be the first one to catch on to what his s/o’s doing and would go out of his way to make mouth-watering food, laying it out in the open for his s/o to see (imagine the smell cookies in the oven spreading throughout the house).

Though he would start to get annoyed by your little protest along with you not eating with him, so he would let you watch him eat and then put it all away, deliberately putting a lock on the fridge and pantry until you would stop this nonsense.

He would only let you eat again til you practically beg him too, even then he might be a dick and ask for favors in exchange for dinner. Mostly including letting him cuddle you, pampering you til it’s almost suffocating).

~~

{-England-}

Your pathetic little ‘protest’ wouldn’t even phase him and he would simply let you continue with your childish ways. Though as he would start getting suspicious of you when your body hasn’t changed in the slightest to the lack of nutrientes, than it clicks.

He’ll be even more unimpressed by your fib now.

He might just be petty enough to actually start closing off the kitchen, putting curfews on it along with the only time it’s ‘open’ is when he’s in there to get something. Don’t even try to get in during these curfews since he’s gone out of his way to cast a spell that makes it so the food disappears every time you open it.

He’ll only lift these restrictions when yoy fess up about your childish actions and properly apologized. Don’t think you’ll get off the hook with a simple ‘sorry’, he’ll milk your predicament for as long as he wants, having you degrade your self for his own pleasure.

~~

{-France-}

Don’t do this to him, even if your only lying! It breaks him from the inside when you even joke about hurting yourself!

He’ll take this seriously from the start, not hesitating to physically drag you to the dinner table and force you to eat. Francés is such a softy for you, and he can’t think of any logical reason you would want to do this! He treats you (in his mind) as you should be, pampered and given only the best he can provide!

This man can really cook so it’s not like the food is unappetizing in the slightest! He’ll practically slave over the stove trying to make a dish that no one can refuse, all with you tied to a chair of course.

~~

{-China-}

Really? You think you can make him bend down to your every request by withholding food from yourself? He thought you were far more mature than to be playing these stupid games with him.

Yáo would only watch as you did your pitiful protest with a raised eyebrow in disapproval. Catching you hiding food in the library to eat later on wouldn’t even come as a shock to him. Though you finding your secret stash has disappeared would come as a surprise, though walking around the house trying to find it just to find yáo casually eating your food would be a far greater surprise.

Silly rabbit, you know that you can never out smart the fox.

He would take great time in explaining how childish you are being by doing petty revolts and how disapproving he is of them. You should expect some harsh treatment on his end towards you for the next few weeks, he plans on exterminating that childish soul out of you til non remains.

~~

{-Russia-}

Ivan would just sit through his s/o’s little tantrum, he wouldn’t see them as being serious in trying to get their point across. Even if they were trying to be serious, it’s a pathetic attempt at it.

He would just start forcing his s/o to stop their useless protests and just eat with him. He isn’t going to shy away from forcing his darling to quit forcefully via forcing them to eat, if it means that this whole thing with not eating would end.

When he finds out that you hadn’t been starving yourself but had been bluffing, he doesn’t change instead making you sit with him at every meal to eat (before he was lenient in allowing you to warm up to him and gradually start eating with him, that’s out the window now). I’d suggest to just stop to avoid this whole mess.

~~~

something is not right about this drawing but i cant figure out what it is 

not really Yandere but just thoughts about being the third Haitani sibling <3

(reader is more masculine and the word brother is used, other than that it’s pretty gender neutral)

Warnings: drinking?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It’s not everyday that you get off work early, being an executive means you get held over late into the early morning. But when Mikey lets you turn in early, you decide to go drinking with your brothers.

Walking into the dim bar, you’re already bickering with Rindou, saying that you could down more shots than him; to which the younger Haitani quickly challenges. Soon enough you're halfway passed out in your chair and Rindou’s trying to pick a fight with the guy in another booth over the stupidest reason. Seeing that you three were now done drinking, Ran quickly tries getting both of you out of the bar. Holding your sleeping body up in one arm—your head and arms draped over his shoulders (like a goddamn baby-). Rindou being held under his arm(carry him like a purse king) with Rin complaining how he’s going to throw up any minute. Ran makes quick work getting you three back to your shared penthouse. 

Once there, you and Rindou are dropped on his king sized bed. Ran makes short work of taking off both of your blazers and shoes, seeing it as fulfilling his big brother duties—making sure your drunk siblings are comfortable for bed. Putting water and aspirin out on the nightstand for your inevitable hangovers, Ran climbs into bed as his two brothers attach themselves to him. Rin snoring unbelievably loud into his arm and you sprawled out like a starfish drooling on his side. 

Ran couldn’t find it in himself to be mad or annoyed though, he laid contently knowing that you three had finally relaxed after a long week. Without a care in the world about Bonten, subordinates, missions, or the ever growing paperwork waiting for you all tomorrow. Just basking in the each other’s embrace as you drift off to sleep.