"I Only Tried To Kill You Because I Love You. Why Are You Making This Weird?"
"I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"
❤︎ Synopsis. He was sent to assassinate the strongest archangel—swift, clean, no loose ends. Instead, he found a trembling, wide-eyed crybaby who sobbed uncontrollably when she accidentally stepped on a flower… and now he’s questioning if killing her or marrying her would be the greater sin.
♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
♡ Pairing. Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy x Esper! Angel! Fem. Reader
♡ Headcanons. Mission: Assassinate. Problem: She’s a Dumbass - Part 1
♡ Word Count. 5,769
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon King’s most lethal operative. He was a ghost in the battlefield, a legend in the underworld. No job was too brutal, no target too innocent. He was the executioner of nations, the nightmare whispered among desperate prayers.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has infiltrated kingdoms, toppled empires, and danced on the edge of war with nothing but precision and a smirk. Assassination, sabotage, psychological warfare—he was a master of them all. A being so deeply entwined in darkness that even demons feared him.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was given his final mission—hunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heaven’s finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yet…
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who spent months tracking you, observing you, expecting a ruthless warrior, a divine enforcer of order and justice. What he found instead was a tiny, emotional crybaby. A woman who cried over a crushed ant on the sidewalk.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had once brought ruin to an entire celestial legion without flinching, now watching—dumbfounded—as you knelt on the ground, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, cradling the lifeless body of an insect like it was a fallen comrade.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you through city streets and holy sanctuaries, waiting for the moment you would switch, reveal the cold-blooded executioner the reports had spoken of. Instead, he found you screaming at a butterfly that landed on your shoulder.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured kings into submission and broken minds beyond repair, now watching as you performed emergency healing magic on a pigeon with a broken wing.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought this mission would be a challenge. Instead, he was left wondering if Heaven had made a mistake. Surely, they weren’t serious. This trembling, overgrown child—this emotional wreck—was an archangel?
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had anticipated battle but was now stuck in the most ridiculous surveillance of his life. You were either the greatest con artist he had ever seen… or just an idiot.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had studied countless profiles, memorized every report, and prepared himself for battle against a cold, unyielding executioner. Instead, he was now watching you collapse to your knees in the middle of the street, hands trembling, eyes wide with unshed tears.
What happened? Assassination attempt? Divine revelation? Some kind of cosmic disturbance?
No. You just watched a little kid drop their ice cream cone.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands on the rooftop, utterly baffled as you—an archangel, a celestial executioner—wipe your tears aggressively, approach the sobbing child, and buys him a whole new ice cream while still crying harder he is.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you tear up over every single injustice in the universe, big or small. A beggar in the street? Crying. A stray dog looking hungry? Crying. Some flowers wilting in the summer heat? Crying and aggressively watering them while muttering apologies under your breath.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who starts thinking, Alright, maybe she’s just too empathetic. A weak point. That’s useful.
Then he watches you have a full-on emotional breakdown in a bookstore.
"Why?" a passing customer asks, watching you clutch a novel to your chest like it personally betrayed you.
"It's—it’s just—the main character’s so lonely," you hiccup, voice wobbly, "and the author said they’re not getting a sequel—so—so they’ll always be alone. FOREVER."
The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, she’s emotionally weak, this will be easy.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you cradled the tiny, lifeless bug in your hands, your face contorted in absolute devastation, tears streaming down your cheeks like a busted faucet.
"I’m so sorry—!! I didn’t see you! You were so tiny! Oh no—!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stared in utter disbelief as you attempted to perform HEALING MAGIC on the poor insect. A caterpillar.
"Please, please, you were just trying to be a butterfly someday—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured warlords without blinking, now watching you hyperventilate over a bug with the emotional stability of a shattered teacup.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you for days, expecting—hoping—this was a one-time occurrence. It was not.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the very next day, saw you in the middle of a park, absolutely losing your mind over a bird with an injured leg.
"OH NO—who did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOU—?!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had “hurt” the bird—it probably just landed wrong. But there you were, on your knees, gently wrapping its tiny leg with a glowing, ethereal light, like a medieval doctor mourning a fallen soldier.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listened in horrified fascination as you whispered encouragement to the damn pigeon.
"You’re going to be okay, I promise—just hold on, little guy, you’re so strong, you’re so brave—!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, at this point, was beginning to suspect he was being pranked by Heaven.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, a few days later, found you sitting alone in a garden, staring at the sky with glassy eyes, tears pooling and dripping down your cheeks like some kind of tragic painting.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually, for a split second, thought something serious might have happened. Maybe some celestial catastrophe. Maybe an apocalyptic prophecy. Maybe—
"The sun looks so lonely today."
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who felt his soul leave his body.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched you dissolve into another emotional breakdown over the sun. The actual sun.
"He’s always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if he’s okay? Does anyone ever tell him he’s doing a good job?!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was now convinced that you were either the most compassionate being in existence or a cosmic mistake.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the next week, had the misfortune of witnessing yet another crisis. This time, it was over a fucking fish.
"WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME FISH CAN DROWN?! THEY LIVE IN THE WATER—HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who genuinely considered breaking his cover just to slap some sense into you.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was used to angels being cold, merciless creatures, wielding divine judgment like a blade, who knew firsthand how ruthless and terrifying they were in battle—and yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didn’t get enough oxygen.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was beginning to think you were not a divine warrior but some sort of overgrown, emotionally unstable child when he caught you having a full-blown existential crisis over a dead goldfish in a pond.
"The world is cruel… Life is so fleeting… This poor soul never got to experience love…"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heaven—until now.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided, after much careful observation, that he simply had to mess with you.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was, at this moment, watching you tremble like a little kitten in a thunderstorm just because he greeted you.
"Oh, did I scare you? My apologies," he said smoothly, tilting his head with the perfect balance of charm and professionalism.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite knowing how skittish you were, was not expecting you to jump like you’d been struck by lightning.
"Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was just—uh—thinking! Very deeply! I-I do that! I think! A lot!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost choked on his own spit.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had flawlessly assumed the guise of a wise, mature traveling angel, a divine messenger of Heaven, just to see how you would react.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was not prepared for how much of an absolute dumbass you were.
"You seem troubled, little one," he mused, tone light, gentle. "Is something the matter?"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was expecting you to be skeptical, wary, cautious—maybe even silently calculating. That’s how real executioners behaved.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.
"M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, I’m totally fine! Super fine! Everything’s great, haha!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that nothing in your life was ever fine because you had the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, just for fun, leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"Are you sure? You seem... tense."
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who nearly lost his composure when your entire soul left your body.
"I—I’M NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUST—JUST HOW I STAND!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could feel your distress radiating off you like heatwaves in the desert.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite all logic, was deeply entertained.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to test something.
"You must be busy," he said with a practiced, knowing smile. "A powerful executioner such as yourself surely has many important duties."
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you completely blanked out.
"Uhm—!! Yes!! I do!! Many—uh—important duties!! Very important! Super important!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew you were lying because not even five minutes ago you had been feeding ducks and crying because one of them didn’t like your breadcrumbs.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who let his smirk widen ever so slightly.
"Ah, of course. You must be so fearsome on the battlefield."
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who swore he saw you twitch at that.
"Uh, haha! Yes! Fearsome! That’s—uh—that’s me!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who narrowed his eyes just slightly.
"And yet," he said smoothly, "you seem so... gentle."
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had expected some flustered response, maybe more awkward stammering, but instead—
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you shut down completely.
Your whole body went rigid. Your eyes, which had been darting around in panic, lowered to the ground. Your hands, which had been fidgeting, went still.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who noticed the way you instinctively withdrew, like a turtle retreating into its shell.
"I—um. I—I try," you mumbled.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately took note of the shift.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realized that, with other people, you weren’t the same emotional wreck you were when alone.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the difference—how you weren’t loud, or animated, or dramatic. Instead, you were reserved. Shy. Almost small.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, in that moment, realized something incredibly important.
You had no idea he had been watching you all this time.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite being an unholy monster with millennia of experience, is absolutely baffled by your sheer levels of dumbassery.
"Ah, little one, have you been well?"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as your entire body seizes up like a malfunctioning automaton.
"Uh—uhm—I—yes! No! Wait! Uhhh—"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is fascinated as you go through all five stages of grief just trying to answer a basic question.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, in real time, as your brain completely blue-screens.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides to test the limits of your dumbassery.
"You dropped your halo," he says smoothly.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is, in fact, staring directly at your perfectly intact halo floating above your head.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost chokes when you actually look down.
"OH NO—wait—huh—where—?! W-WAIT—"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you frantically pat your head like a person who just realized they lost their glasses while they were wearing them.
"OH—OH! HAHA! YOU—YOU MEANT AS A JOKE! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who does not laugh because he knows damn well you actually fell for it.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to suppress the urge to pat your head and tell you to go sit in a corner so your brain could cool down.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to change tactics.
"You seem nervous around me," he observed.
"Wh—WHAT? ME? N-NERVOUS? NO!!!" you screeched, tripping over absolutely nothing and nearly face-planting into the dirt.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually reached out on instinct to steady you because there was a very real chance you would break your neck from your own stupidity.
"Be careful," he murmured, steadying you with ease.
Your eyes went comically wide. Your entire body locked up. Your wings fluffed up like a startled pigeon.
"I—I—I—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.
"U-UH—I—I NEED TO GO—I HAVE TO—TO—UM—UH—" you flailed, pointing in a random direction.
"You don’t even know where you’re pointing," he deadpanned.
"YES I DO!!" you shouted, before turning and sprinting straight into a tree.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who just stood there, watching as you sat on the ground, holding your head, actually tearing up from the impact.
"Why does nature hate me..." you whimpered.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to turn away because he was genuinely about to laugh.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has come to a very serious, very terrifying conclusion.
You weren’t just an idiot.
You were his idiot now.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels before—except, apparently, you.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finds you, yet again, in your usual spot: sitting in a sunlit patch of grass, surrounded by tiny animals, looking like an absolute dumbass.
"Oh no, little guy!! I’m so sorry—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.
"I didn’t see you! I—I stepped too close—!! I’m so sorry—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes you’re literally apologizing to a worm.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take you home! It’s okay—look, I’ll find some dirt!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way you’re a real person.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finally steps closer and casually clears his throat.
You freeze.
Your wings fluff up.
Your grip on the worm tightens in panic.
"I—UHHH—"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches in slow motion as you panic so hard you accidentally crush the worm in your hands.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands in stunned silence as you stare at your hands.
"—OH NOOOOOOOO—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.
"I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!! I’M A MONSTER—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly can’t believe you’re the same person responsible for massacring entire demon battalions.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who kneels down beside you, resting his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, as he watches you have an actual existential crisis.
"You’re taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner," he comments dryly.
"I KNOW—!!" you wail.
"…You kill things for a living."
"I KNOWWWWWWW—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like you’re in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.
"He had a family, probably—!! Oh, they’ll never know what happened to him—!!"
"…He was a worm."
"He had a LIFE—!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.
"You’re… quite different from other archangels," he muses.
You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way he’s analyzing your every reaction.
"Uhm… I guess so…?"
"You keep to yourself a lot. I never see you with the others."
You immediately shrink into yourself.
You hesitate.
Then—quickly, too quickly—"I just like animals more!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who definitely caught that.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who notices that, for all your loud, emotional outbursts, you immediately close off when it comes to actual emotional vulnerability.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees, firsthand, how you can cry for a worm, but when asked about yourself, you physically retreat.
"…That so?" he hums, watching as you nod, forcing an innocent little smile.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly has the urge to rip apart whatever or whoever made you this way.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you return to your animals, playing it off like nothing happened.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes—for all your emotions, for all your softness—you’re still untouchable.
And for the first time in a long time,
He wants to break something.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is currently sitting in a field, surrounded by rabbits, staring at you.
"So," he says casually, leaning back on his elbows. "You’re really not gonna let me in, huh?"
You freeze.
Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. You’re clearly nervous.
And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at arm’s length.
You. A literal dumbass.
"I—um." You fidget, eyes darting. "Wh—What do you mean—??"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still won’t let him get close.
You don’t treat him like an enemy. You don’t suspect him. You trust him.
And yet, you hold back.
"It’s just interesting," he drawls, watching your every microexpression. "You’re gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling you’re still keeping secrets from me."
You flinch.
He notices.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someone’s head.
Except you.
"I-I don’t know what you mean," you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.
You’re lying.
You’re a terrible liar.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is watching the most naive, clueless, pure-hearted idiot outplay him without even realizing it.
And it is infuriating.
"You trust me, don’t you?" He tilts his head. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"
You nod quickly.
"Of course!!"
"Then why do I feel like you don’t actually trust me?"
You panic.
"I—I do!!" you insist, flapping your hands like an idiot. "I promise!!"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you try so hard to sound convincing, but your whole body is screaming RUN.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has manipulated angels into betraying their own and demons into tearing themselves apart—who is currently being held at emotional gunpoint by the single dumbest creature he has ever met.
And he hates it.
He should have had you wrapped around his finger by now.
But no.
No.
Somehow, despite your gullibility, despite your literal childlike stupidity, you still won’t let him past the gate.
He’s been playing this game for centuries.
And you—a stammering, nervous wreck of an angel—are winning.
And the worst part?
You don’t even realize it.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.
Friendship? That was his first strategy. He’s patient. Gentle. Maybe you’re just naturally slow to warm up.
Courting? Not that he ever needed to court before—usually, people just fall into his hands like dumb birds, but fine. Flowers. Chivalry. All that romance novel bullshit.
Casual intimacy? A guiding hand on the small of your back. A lingering gaze. Nothing. You blink at him like a confused rat.
Damsel-in-distress bait? He faked getting wounded, and you CRIED. Not because you cared about him, but because, “Oh no!! I don’t know how to help!! I—oh!!” then proceeded to panic and pray over him like a lunatic.
Making you jealous? HAH. Good luck. He might as well have been flirting with a lamp post.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has used every manipulation tactic known to man, demon, and celestial alike.
And nothing.
You’re still keeping him at arm’s length.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. He’s tried being charming. He’s tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.
He’s tried being patient.
He’s tried being persistent.
He’s tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.
You—who trusts too easily. You—who gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.
And still, you won’t let him in.
It’s maddening.
It’s infuriating.
It’s—
"—huh?"
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy sees you.
And for the first time in centuries, something twists in his chest like a knife.
You're with someone.
A human.
A priest.
Some lowly, weak, insignificant little human priest.
And you—you, the dumbass crybaby archangel who can’t even hold a normal conversation without looking like you're about to malfunction—are blushing.
Blushing.
You’re fidgeting.
You’re stammering.
You’re looking away, your hands twitching like you don’t know what to do with them.
Like some nervous, inexperienced girl—
Like some lovesick little—
His entire body locks up.
For the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.
It’s not rage.
It’s not jealousy.
It’s something worse.
"…What?"
He doesn’t reveal himself.
He doesn’t move.
He watches.
And his world tilts.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never thought he'd hesitate. Not once in his long, blood-soaked life.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows that patience is the sharpest knife. And he has been so patient with you.
So why—why now—does he hesitate?
You’re with him. That human priest.
You’re laughing softly. Smiling. You’re speaking in a voice he’s never heard before—quiet, gentle, uncertain. Your hands are fidgeting, your eyes darting down, nervous, awkward. The same way you are with him, but… different. Softer.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy has never seen you like this.
You—who cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.
You—who hide your hands when they shake, who clasp them in your lap and bite your lip and tremble when you think no one is looking.
You—who have never let your guard down around him.
But you’re doing it now.
Voluntarily.
With him.
Not with him.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesn’t move. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn't step forward and tease you, doesn’t mock you for being such a damn fool, doesn’t rip that moment apart just to see you squawk and flail and cry about it later.
Because for the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy is feeling something he doesn’t want to analyze.
And for the first time in his existence, he doesn’t pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worst—crying, sniffling, wailing over nonsense like a broken teacup, tripping over absolutely nothing, and somehow managing to be the most powerful archangel while having the IQ of a concussed pigeon.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows exactly how to make you flustered, exactly how to get under your skin, exactly how to make you sputter and cry and stomp your feet in frustration like some bratty little dove.
So why—why, in all the hells and heavens—do you look like that right now?
You’re sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means you’re about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.
But now—now it’s different.
You’re airheaded, but… soft. Dreamy. Like you’re lost in some private little world.
Like you’re thinking about someone.
Like you’re thinking about him.
And not him.
His jaw clenches.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesn’t visit you today. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t push you, doesn’t press himself into your space just to watch you squirm.
He watches instead.
Watches the way your fingers fidget, playing with the hem of your sleeve.
Watches the way your lips twitch into a faint, dopey little smile.
Watches the way you look down, lost in thought, looking just a little too damn pretty.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something dark and wrong coil in his gut.
Something tight. Something ugly. Something that makes his fingers twitch, that makes his vision blur, that makes his instincts scream at him to move, move, move.
For the first time, he doesn’t feel like teasing you.
For the first time, he doesn’t feel like playing.
Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.
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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never considered himself an emotional man.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could lie, deceive, infiltrate, kill, and walk away without a single flicker of regret.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought you were a game. A pretty little idiot, a skittish dove, something fragile to toy with, to break, to keep.
So why did he feel this when he saw you looking at someone else like that?
When he saw you sitting there, hands folded, eyes soft, looking at a mortal like he was the sun and you were some pathetic flower desperate for warmth?
Something in his mind snapped.
Because he knows you.
Knows that you’re not even close with your own kind.
Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.
And yet, this man—this human—was enough for you to let your guard down?
No.
No, that wouldn’t do.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who lets you have your moment. Lets you smile, lets you blush, lets you bask in the illusion of safety.
Because it makes the punishment so much sweeter.
You freeze.
You go utterly still.
The morning dew clings to the leaves, the usual creatures that keep you company have gone silent, and the air feels wrong.
Your usual quiet sanctuary, the place where you retreat to, where you nurse wounded animals and rest your weary little heart, has been defiled.
By him.
The body is still warm.
Still fresh.
A human man, kind eyes forever frozen in horror, his blood staining the soft grass at your feet.
His throat slit, precise and surgical.
No mess, no evidence of struggle, no lingering aura of a fight.
Because there wasn’t one.
Because he didn’t stand a chance.
And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for you—
A single white feather.
Your own.
Plucked straight from your wing.
You don’t have to turn around to know who’s watching you.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who’s always watching you.
And for the first time, he doesn’t tease.
Doesn’t smirk.
Doesn’t laugh.
Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.
Waiting to see if you finally understand.
⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Who has danced with death more times than he can count, slipped into places he shouldn’t be, and walked out without a single scratch.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.
The blubbering idiot. The naïve, nervous little thing that could barely hold eye contact with him. The jittery archangel who cried at the sight of a scraped knee and spoke like a lost child.
So why…
Why was he bleeding?
The knife had nearly gone through his throat.
Nearly.
Had he been just a second slower, had his instincts been just a fraction duller, he would’ve been dead.
And it wasn’t just a lucky hit.
That was an execution. A professional one.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately distances himself, eyes flickering with something sharp, something excited, something deadly. His pulse pounds in his ears, not from fear—but from the thrill.
He watches as you stand there, emotionless, cold, your usual trembling gone, your meekness stripped away like it never existed.
Then you speak.
Clear. Calculated. Ruthless.
Reciting the laws of Heaven like a well-trained executioner, syllables precise and absolute, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.
You do not raise your voice.
You do not hesitate.
You do not flinch.
"Article 7, Section 12 of the Divine Mandates: Any entity that slaughters an innocent in sanctified ground shall be purged immediately. No trial. No exceptions."
The blade glints in the light as you move again—silent. Merciless.
And he—he—for the first time in a long, long while—
Is caught off guard.
✦✧✦✧
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought your trembling, nervous hands were a sign of weakness. Who thought your skittish glances and teary eyes were just proof that you were a fragile little thing—one that needed his protection.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now locked in combat with you, and there is nothing weak about you.
Not the way you move—silent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you react—no emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.
Not the way you don’t mourn the body he left for you.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees no grief in your expression, no sadness, not even anger.
Just a switch.
Cold. Unfeeling.
Mechanical in its execution.
This is the one they call Judge Executioner.
He tests a counterattack—quick, a feint to throw you off.
You don’t fall for it. You don’t fall for anything.
You only strike.
And it’s him or you.
For the first time, he knows—
This isn’t a hunt.
This is a trial.
And he is the one being judged.
✦✧✦✧
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s pissing someone off.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the taste of iron in his mouth, laughing as he dodges the edge of your blade by a hair.
“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t know you liked it rough.”
No response.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.
“What? No cute little stutters today? Not even a—oof, okay, ow, that was close, fuck—babe?”
Still nothing.
No reaction. No irritation. No nothing.
Not even when he calls you babe.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, realizes he’s not fighting you.
He’s fighting it.
The machine. The executioner. The law given form.
Not the nervous wreck who used to flinch when he got too close. Not the bumbling idiot who tripped over their own feet when trying to run away from him.
This? This thing in front of him?
It doesn’t care.
And worse—
It doesn’t listen.
✦✧✦✧
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who dodges another one of your brutal strikes, grinning through the burn of a fresh cut on his cheek.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who huffs out a laugh, flicking the blood off his blade as he dances just out of reach.
“Damn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?”
No reaction.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.
“Cold. Really cold.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. “Kinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethin’? You know, ‘cause if you wanted to—"
You don’t even hesitate, your next attack slicing through the air like a guillotine.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who laughs, who wheezes as he barely avoids having his head lobbed off.
“Oh, c’mon, you’re breaking my heart here.”
He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You don’t fall for it.
“Not even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?”
Still. Nothing.
Not even a flicker of recognition in your eyes.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something ugly coil in his stomach at that.
Oh.
Oh, he really doesn’t like this.
⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who exhales sharply, a flicker of amusement curling his lips even as his own wounds ooze fresh blood.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you spit blood—dark, viscous, tainted—onto the ground between you.
"Finally kicked in, huh? Thought you'd last a little longer."
Odorless poison from the corpse of that deceased bitch.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you stagger but stay upright, eyes narrowed, face pale, but still—still—you don’t retreat.
“Damn,” he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. “Guess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?”
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, gaze flicking to the darkened blood you just spat onto the ground, mixing with the carnage beneath your feet.
“Not gonna lie, sweetheart,” he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, “you usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ain’t worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.”
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.
But you don’t hesitate. You don’t even flinch.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.
“...Oh?”
For the first time, he takes a step back.
Not out of fear.
But because he’s starting to realize—
Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throat—
You aren’t backing down.
You won’t back down.
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.
“Man, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.
Oh.
Oh, you’re still going to try to kill him.
Even now.
Even dying.
And fuck—he thinks he might just love you for that.
♡ A/N #1 (Feb 10). Me thinking Sakamoto Days is an apocalypse action series based on the manga covers. It’s not. It’s so freaking legit. Basically ‘The Way Of The Househusband’ remastered. “Can I copy your homework?” “Ok, but don’t make it obvious.” I love both series. Also can’t take his younger self seriously, he looks like that one guy from Tokyo Revengers. But seriously, I watched the anime, so legit wahahhahahahaha. So I knew I had to make a story inspired by it. Yes, I’m recommending it. Watched it in Netflix. A mix of The Way Of The Househusband, Terminator, and One Punch Man. I love it. Also favorite manga is One Punch Man. The humility of MC and satirical plot of OPM are my favorite parts of it. Also... I was supposed to make this into a kinder yandere until I accidentally turned him into basically Tartaglia.
♡ A/N #2 (Mar 24). Yes, I'm resurrecting my old cursed drafts. I still cringe but it's better than letting it sit in the backburner. No. I will not edit this anymore. Unfortunately, I get terribly bored pretty easily.
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As someone who has been fat her whole life listen to me when I say that there is no person who’s more fatphobic than a fat person who has lost weight and is now “socially acceptable”
He cute...a little weird but cute!
Crona the mf Grogan x Chubby!Black Reader
A.N: (Ok sooo ive never seen a fic with him and a black girl which is crazy because i feel like he like DOWN BAD for black and what black? we therefore we must write 🤭)
" He cries like alot'
" yeah, it's kinda sad because of Medusa if you think about it
" yeah, but still, he too creepy and he cries? that's like a serial killer code gone wrong"
Two people I call friends talks about the new boy at school, his names Crona I think? I dunno but, he was one of Medusas pawns for taking down the DWMA; which to me I knew the bitch was crazy when she came in with a bob and twists in her hair...BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! So, as they talked I just tune them out listening to music and drawing some doodles when out the corner of my eye, I saw him for the first time.
"Wow..is that a girl or boy?" I lean over and asked one of the girls to which they shook they heads no, Crona sits by Maka and a small smile glows his face; he's beautiful like REALLY pretty, I just stared at him a bit and when my friend tapped me to ask about something i saw he looked at me too..HE WANTS ME BAD LIKE HA!
*Two class periods later, now it lunch because we are big and hungry*
" Thats just nasty..." I say in utter disgust, BlackStar ass is putting cheese, meat, pickles and for some reason mixed milk and Soul dared him to eat it! Niggas are like weridddd, but as I was looking I saw Crona making the same face I was it made me giggle at how he looks utterly disgusted yet curious.
Me and my little group of friends sit down, and we eat some chips and snacks when Maka and Soul's group of friends came over. We look up and smiled since we all are familiar with each other, Liz and Patty sat across from me and Crona and Maka sat beside me on my right since my friend was too my left; Crona just seemed nervous and jittery so I whispered what was wrong? He just shook his head and then some bald black monster thingy came out of his back?
" QUIT BEING A WIMP AND TALK CRONA"
" Ouch! Stoppp I don't know how to talk to girls! Och Ragnarök!"
I watched in a confused manner and turned to Maka who was just getting ready to throw her book, Soul was just staring at BlackStar who was groaning in pain from his earlier concoction with Tsubaki shaking her head in disappointment. I look at Crona who now is sitting covering his head and I don't knew i just felt like comforting him.
" Ok na, that's enough, now go on back to where you came from"
" WHO DO YOU THINK YO-"
" CLAM IT DOWN OFFBRAND VEMON, keep it cute you saw him smiling and giggling all happy now you gotta mess with him? Thats sad"
Me and off brand get to arguing and I'm not gonna lie he ate me up a few times, but I kept up with him! As we argued the group was laughing egging me and black slimeball out; soon he just went back into Crona and Crona thanked me smiling, I told it wasn't big deal.
" I've really stood up to him...he's cool during fights, but I don't like when he yells at me"
" I don't either, you were all shy earlier now you crying! Here let me help" I get out a toilette from my bag and wipe his face off and he stares at him with wide eyes, I didn't know grey pinkish eyes could sparkle but his did; we started talking again except, Crona was more talkative really to me and Maka.
The bell rings and we all go to our classes but, me and Crona walk together to the courtyard.
" T-thank you for being nice tome when he came out, it not a lot of people who would argue with him"
" It's fine Crona plus, it made steal some of his comebacks" I laughed off, Crona had a small smile on his lips when I talked, he's a good listener. We mainly talk about interests and what he wants to do at DWMA, he told me about how Marie was helping him get over his past and Maka helping with making friends and even though he just got here I feel like I've known his story. As we're walking we both look at the creepy sun it almost time for our next class and I take a tiny snack.
" Want one? " Sure" Hès very simple, we eat a bit of the chips and continues our convo when I see my friends skipping; they called us over and Crona saw Marie, we parted ways wuth goodbyes and i walked over to my friends who are smirking.
" What's the smirks abo-"
" You like him!!!"
" Omg reader! You got a crush on the serial killer non killer dude!?"
They giggle and tease me for my little, tiny, molecular crush on Crona; even though they are right it still doesn't me they get to talk about it!
"I wouldn't say crushhh, more of a I think he's cute."
" But he like textbook definition of werido"
" Well, he's gonna be my werido! I'll talk about Pokémon cards and if Goku is better than Naruto any day if it with him!" I say with my head held high.
" BYEEEE NOT HER IN LOVEEEE" they say in unison, and I speed walk away from them with a smile, and the thought of cutesy Crona Gorgon with flowers and the title ' my werido' engraved in my mind.
Yeah, he may have crybaby, whine a lot, and is kinda serial killer but doesn't kill traits but its cute on him! He's weird and I'm gonna be weird with him!
A.N: ( OMG THIS IS SOOO ME CODED AND SOOO CUTE, and i know it isn't describing the body type but I'm chubby so Imma write it like that because we don't have nothingggg with him, but yea! Let me know if you like it!
Thats how I found him
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THE MIND OF A WEIRD BLACK GIRL
CHAPTER 1: "I'M JUST A GIRL!!!"
Platonic yandere!batfamily x Neglected weird black!reader
SYNOPSIS: You're not childish, are you?
3:00 am. I should be dead asleep right now, completely unconscious, but tonight I couldn't help myself. I mean, who passes up an update on their favorite Tumblr fanfic? This fic has got me stuck at my desk for days on end. I keep telling myself that this is the last one and that I'm done, but then out of the blue, an ask pops up from the floodgates, and I'm back on my grind; no Kevin Gates. The blue rays of my computer screen glow against my dark skin. I can feel my eyes getting red and heavy. Another swig of Monster will keep me alive. One sip, and I feel my body tingle. That definitely wasn't good. I can hear my mom's words ringing in my head: "I saw a story on Facebook about a girl who drank so many energy drinks her heart stopped." She really needs to get off Facebook, and I really need to invest in some water. *Ping* OOOH, Leon Kennedy smut? Don't mind if I do! I laugh evilly to myself, clicking the fic with the pretty pink dividers.
*BEEP BEEP* "AHHH!!" I fall out of my gaming chair, my face hitting the cold floor. I rub my eyes that were under my glasses. I turn my head to see the screen of my alarm clock. FUCK! I'm late! I grab my school uniform and race to the bathroom. That's weird. I'm the first one here. It doesn't matter; take what you can and do what you need. I take a quick shower, put on deodorant and perfume, and stare at all my imperfections. My eye bags are getting bigger; that’s what happens when I watch 24 episodes of One Piece nonstop. Taking off my bonnet, I pray my hair cooperates with me now. I flat iron it until my arms go numb. I smell something burning. You know what? Just thug it out. Great, I look respectable. Grabbing my jacket, I run down the stairs. We really need an escalator.
Running into the dining room, I see everyone at the dinner table, no one in a hurry or rush. "Young master, would you like to join us?" The British accent of the old butler made me calm down, only for a millisecond. "Sorry, Al, but I'm late!" I grab a waffle off the table. "What in hell's name are you talking about?" the little devil speaks up. "Damian," his name makes my skin crawl. Ever since he got here, he's been on my back like white on rice. "None of your business, pipesqueak!" I glare at him. Still, my father's icy blue eyes shine on me like an interrogation light. I straighten myself. "Sorry to burst your bubble, [Name], but it's Saturday." I try to hold in an involuntary groan. Every time Tim speaks, it’s like he’s trying to correct me on something. I get it, you're smart; get a life. "I knew that," I huff, the fastest lie in history. "Then why were you running like a chicken that lost its head, and why are you all dressed for school?" Jason says sarcastically, sipping his coffee. His mug has a middle finger on the bottom; it seemed like it was pointing at me. Asshole.
"Well, I was just... whatever." Grabbing a piece of French toast, I go to sit down, but Steph's hand reaches out to cover the seat. "Sorry, [Name], this is Cass's spot." Oh, what is this, middle school? I walk to the other side of the dining table, but both Tim and Damian cover the seat. "This is for Dick." Oh, this is middle school. My blood is beginning to boil. "Great, I guess all the seats are taken. Thanks, team." I snatch a plate of pancakes off the table, walking up to my room. "Thank Allah! I can't stand it when she sits with us. She won't stop rambling about Power Rangers. She's so childish." I hear laughs coming from downstairs. Well, isn’t that just great? So much for a family breakfast. I eat in my bed. I’d rather doom scroll through Tumblr than talk to those losers—those really cool, strong, popular losers. I stare up at the Batman merch in my room. They’re all in order from Batman all the way down to Duke, the last member of the family. I used to find it weird having merch, shirts, and posters of them. I mean, they’re my "family." It’s just odd, you know? But I idolize them; even Damian—fighting crime, saving lives—all that crap. They're cool, but who knew cool people could be so cruel and mean? But let's be real; the family tree should've ended at Duke. I have no powers, no cool ninja training. I'm not smart or athletic. I sweat at the idea of running a mile. I get good grades, but I’m not Tim Drake-smart. I’m not even a Cass-level fighter. Hell, I don’t fight, period. The bottom line is, I’m "normal," as normal as a high school girl who likes video games, comics, anime, and cartoons can be. Other kids wouldn’t call you "normal," but in my family, I’m a saint compared to them.
But that's enough of that. I'm going downstairs to put my food away. Everyone’s gone, just Alfred in the kitchen cleaning up. "Hey, Al, where's everyone?" I say, putting my dish in the sink, then picking up a sponge, ready to help the old man out. "Oh, family outing." Family outing? "To where?" "To see a play, I believe, or a show. Maybe I saw tickets?" A show? "Don't you think it's too early for that stuff?" I reply, my hands getting wet with soap foam. "It's a long play; they had to get there early." Oh really, huh? "Was there a ticket for me?" "I'm afraid not." Oh, just great. Dad can buy tickets for his clan of kids, but not for his singular daughter? Fucking fantastic. My hands stop scrubbing the plate. "Oh cool." I didn't want to sound disappointed, but let's be real—I was. They always do things without me, and whenever I'm invited to things, it's out of pity—like a little kid your mom forces you to play with because she met the other mom, and now you guys have to be friends and hang out by pure association, even if you don't want to. I can see it whenever they're around—going to the theater with Steph, Cass, and Babs to watch some superhero movie, I shout out facts like crazy: "You know Spider-Man isn't allowed to drink any alcohol!" during the Into the Spider-Verse movie premiere. I could feel them rolling their eyes at me. Fake fans. Next time, they didn't invite me at all. Maybe I talk too much, or I’m too childish. I tried to invite Tim to play a fighting game with me. "The MHA fighting game? What are you, twelve? You're so childish, [Name]." He's acting like MHA is a bad anime. I went to their library with Jason once and picked up Percy Jackson. "Look, Jay, they have the whole series!" I looked down and saw him holding The Giver. Oh well, these are completely different books. "Can you try not to read something so childish? Grow up, [Name]." Oh yeah, only middle schoolers read Percy Jackson—it's not like he's a staple of my childhood or that I grew up with vivid character designs of him, not at all. But it seems like a recurring theme: "You're childish, so, [Name]." "Grow up, [Name]." Maybe that's why I wasn’t invited. I'm immature and childish. Hell, even Damian’s more mature than me, and he's like 14. But I'm not childish; I'm just passionate and energetic, and I like things. I like a lot of things. Is it wrong to enjoy stuff to the fullest? I could never be nonchalant. If I can't show how I feel, then who am I?
"Young master?" "Sorry, Al, just deep in thought." I sighed. He patted my back gently. "You could spend time with me." "You don't mind?" "Not at all." At least there's someone who loves my passion. "You don't mind?" He shakes his head gently, so I spend Saturday with Alfred. It was mostly cleaning and listening to R&B. I never knew he liked Janet Jackson, but who doesn't like Janet Jackson? She's Janet Jackson! We were lip-syncing to Ginuwine: "So Anxious!" The house was clean; time to watch trashy TV—Dance Moms. It's our main show. "No! Why are they dancing like that? Horrible choreography!" I laugh. "You couldn't do better!"
"I have to run some errands; would you like to come?"
"Nah, I'll chill here, thanks, Al."
He pulled me into a strong hug despite his frame and then pulled me off the couch. "Get me something pretty, please!" I screamed out.
"Yes, young master!"
I giggled. If it doesn't burn my stomach in seconds, I don't want it. Flipping through the TV channels like crazy until I hit the news, I saw them all together without me in fancy clothes and coats, smiling at the camera. This was more than a play or a show; this was some kind of event, and they didn't think to bring me or tell me. They didn't think of doing anything to inform me, and the way they were smiling and talking, it was like they planned this all week, all month even. And no one even told me—they didn't invite me; they left me here.
"Dick, where's your little sister tonight?" said a reporter.
"Which one?!" Duke chimed in with a big smile.
"No, I mean [Name]," the reporter said, putting the microphone in his face.
"You know how she is. [Name] is just too childish sometimes."
Dick ran a hand through his hair, laughing. His blue eyes gleamed at the camera. Childish?
"Yeah, she can't go to events like this; she'd lose it," Steph barked out, making Tim chuckle.
"Yes, she's a handful; she wouldn't know how to act around these cameras."
Really, Dad, really? They're all laughing and making fun of me. The same words come up: "Childish," "Grow up," "Handful." I'm not that bad, am I? The final nail in the coffin: "She's so immature." From Damian? Immature? I'm not immature; I like comic books and collect figures and plushies and trading cards. I make cosplays and write fanfiction. That doesn't make me childish; I'm just passionate, that's all. I have passion. I care for the things I like, so what if they were made for little kids and boys to play on the playground? It doesn't mean I can't like it, doesn't mean I can't enjoy it, doesn't mean I can't handle a few cameras or a few mics.
Hot tears run down my face. "I-I I'm not childish! I can handle it! I can be a Wayne! I can grow up! I can!" Who am I trying to convince—me or the damn TV screen? I feel my body shaking. I rip the plug of the TV out of the wall, throwing it to the ground. I run upstairs to my room, seeing the Batman and Robin merch staring at me. "Childish? I'll show you childish!" I wipe the figures off my shelf; they hit the floor, smashing apart. The heads fell off and the wings of Red Robin's suit broke. I smashed the Lego Batmobile piece, scattering it everywhere. I ripped the posters off my wall. "Who's the handful now, huh, Bruce?" I stomped on the poster and snatched a Batman plushie off my nightstand. I took a mechanical pencil and stabbed it; the stuffing pooled out like blood. "I'm not a handful!" I threw it against the wall near Damian's action figures and Dick's.
"I'm not a handful!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could, my voice breaking. I flopped down onto the floor, my legs shaking. I could hardly breathe, staring at the mess all around me. I sniffled and wiped my face gently. I picked up the Batman plushie and pulled it close to my chest. "Sorry, Daddy."
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Oranges 🍊
Yuuta x Black Reader
Selling oranges wasn't a hard job, wasn't easy either. Oranges are a fruit that you won't pick out willingly but if you're in the mood an orange would be a quick choice; it was hot out today so anyone and everyone would be outside simply to enjoy the summer's weather, it was also a good day for a tiny pop-up festival to happen! Since it's the summertime they held a market pop-up event where people selling jewelry, hair care, and the most important part of any event food was out and about selling their fruits of leisure to the public. Every year it would held by the beach with people from all over Japan meeting by the shore, I was setting up my booth ' Everythingz Orange' from oranges, to mandarins, tangerines and sometimes depending on fruits of green like limes and things were litter across these shelves and tables; I had orange accessories too to earring, bracelets, even hair pieces and body products all handmade from your truly, reader!
As I put things around everywhere I see the crowd rushing in like the waves, I see them walk over to the people closer to the entrance which isn't very smart then, to people by good scenery who gets all the pictures the get people to buy anything they want, and then you have people like me who's placed by the shore for a nice watering breeze; people who come by this part stays longer and come back for more that's why I had to start selling orange drinks, snacks, ever finger foods. I make pretty god profit off these people every year, people came by to looks and see what orange things I could have it pretty surprising to see the looks on people's faces when they see I can make orange scented paper, cloth, even ting orange themed plushies.
" Wow!, You must love oranges to make a store out of it?"
" Yep! I grew up on an orange farm so, it practically in my blood now."
To the kids I make tiny crafts like pinwheels, orange peel dolls, etc. Today though would be the best pop-up year for me though when a boy with sad eyes disrespected oranges.
" Hm, oranges?"
A boy with curious eyes looks onto my sack or mandarins with a confused look.
" Well not exactly these are mandarins' kind of like oranges but, smaller and sweeter"
He looks between me and the mandarins with a quirked brow.
" But aren't they apart of the orange family?"
" Yes, but-"
" So, they are oranges."
I know sometimes the heat messes with people's brains but this right here, this is something else! I just looked at the boy with a tilted head and explains while yes, they are in the citrus family they are not like oranges they mostly like the little sister of an orange and not it's twin; he looks at me with those big eyes and just nods. He asked how much for three and I said $5, he buys the three and walks to a group of people by the ice cream shop...it's huge panda by them also I wonder if it's a cosplay?
*10 mintues later*
The sells today been pretty good! A nice older woman bought a pair of earrings and some clementines, a girl with a funky sense of style bought an orange plushie and a bunch of jewelry, and people bought the mandarins and oranges up! The boy walked by my both a few times to see other products or to show his friends the orange themed headphone cases I made in spare time. The sun started to set, and people died out slowly and the cool air settled in, I take a break to shop around seeing shops with different selling points was always my favorite part buying beads, flower seeds, and tiny toys was something I couldn't grow out of; as I walked I saw the boy again we brushed shoulders and I sent him a apologetic smile and continued walking without looking at him back, standing in line for a funnel cake order he comes back with a sheepish look.
" Oh hello, can I help you?"
" Oh yea! um...can I ask you a question?"
" Oh sure! What's up?"
" I couldn't get this off my mind but, what the difference between a clementine and a regular orange?"
To a normal person this is a regular question but when you've had people tell you that clementines are just oranges with a different growing method the topic is very bittersweet but, I tell him all the various differences between shape, taste, texture and etc. and by the time I'm done his eyes are bright and wide; he asks me why would I know all of these things and I tell him I grew up on an citrus farm growing oranges, clementines, limes and everything citrus. We walked along the boardwalk talking about our hobbies and how we are similar, he told me he goes to Tokyo Jujutsu High school just a few blocks down, I ask about the school, and he goes into how they just learn basic high school stuff but, with all the magical wizard stuff I didn't really get.
We walked back to my booth, and I handed him an clementine.
" Here, just so you know the difference."
His warm hand grabbed the fruit, and he peeled it, I took the peeling and within in a few seconds I made him a pinwheel, his eyes shined at the flavor of the fruit and tiny toy I just smiled and told him how to make one. I pulled him a chair and for what seems like minutes but really almost an hour we talked and ate some oranges and when his friends came over, we finished a whole sack full. Yuuta and I laughed over that, and exchange numbers and he went with his friends with a wave.
After a few more people came by to check things out I started to pack up my things when a peel of an ornage fell down from the table, and it read:
' I'm clemmy glad I've met you today. xoxo Yuuta'
With a smile on my face I texted him a pic of the orange peel with the caption
' Orange you glad you've met me? 😊'
Oranges, the fruit of heart.
back on my acesan agenda
This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾
ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig
Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.
He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?
This was, uh, new.
"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.
"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.
You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.
"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.
You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.
There was no fucking way he was-
The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.
Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.
Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.
"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.
Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.
A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.
The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.
Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.
It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.
Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.
Shit.
"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.
You were so going to get him back later.
He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.
You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.
The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.
"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.
You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.
"I got the job."
AllMight Thots
Allmight x reader ( A little nsfw)
Allmight was the perfect man. Never letting you get groceries alone, always has a hand on the lower part of your back for protection, so emotionally available what more could you want?
Well.. when a man so gentle with you those thoughts of a more mature relationship develop in your mind, what if your big strong man felt a little pissed off today? Villains coming up the masses, students get hurt a lot easier equaling more paperwork, and he didn't take out the trash and do the dishes so now you his pretty little darling is nagging him; his resolve slipping each word as you parade your thick ass around his penthouse.
" And then you couldn't even clean the kitchen a little Tohi? Like I understand it early but-"
" Do you ever shut the hell up dear?" His body now relaxed but, the tense is thick.
Getting up from the couch and pouring himself a smooth glass of whiskey, only a little shot before he downs it and turns his blue eyes towards your confused frame. Stalking towards you slowly you back away now hitting the counter his body traps you in as filthy words flew out his mouth
"The hell am I asking you that for? Even with my hand over than filthy mouth you still can't shut up. But maybe I need to reinforce some old rules into you hm?"
" N-no I was just set back a few minutes cause of these dishes and-"
" Dear, I'm going to say this as respectfully as I can at this moment, but I don't give a fuck about those dishes. What I seem to care about is what your safeword for the next few hours?"
And that your gentleman of a husband said for the next few hours as he degrades every little thing about with his hips pushing against your ass your body up and down, an arm around your throat tightening every time he forces another thick glob of cum in your guts. Without fail maneuvering your body in every position he feels will set you straight he pushes and pushes your body to feel his cock; every inch, vein, and the tip scrapping against your walls draws heaps and heaps of moan from your pretty throat
" Take it- ah fuck TAKE IT"
Moans and pleas for him to slow down go unheard as he pushes deep inside you, your thighs now creamy and wet wraps around his hips and your one thrust away from the verge of passing out when you feel warm again, another load falls into like nothing, that is when he pulls out and a waterfall of cum gushes out that poor pussy of yours. Too bad for you because he wasn't done yet baby
" Can't have none of this leaking hm dear? I still got a few more loads to fill but your pussy filled quite nicely"
Looking up at him you gulp as his thick cock lays upon those chubby cheeks of yours, precum oozing from the tip onto your nose
" Open up darling, you've still got two more holes but as your husband and not some fuck buddy, I let you suckle on this till your energy up"
What a gentle man he is.
A.N: ( I don't know abt yall but why smut is easier to write than fluffy ideas? But tell me if this is good because I got some ideas and remember I love yall!)
let them cook, PLEASE
if i see one more elvis presley fic on my tl…..especially in black readers tag nb want that shit
“YOU DID SO GOOD PRINCESS, SOO GOOD .”
FIANCÉ!KANG DAE-HO [ PLAYER 388 ] x FIANCÉE!BLACK!READER SMUTTY SMUT
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a/n - ive been watching a bunch—when i say i bunch .. literally a bunch of korean movies and shows with gong yoo, t.o.p ( , lee jung jae, yim siwan & kang ha-neul just wait til im fluent in korean; gong yoo plays in a lotttt of show nd i didnt notice .
ASKED ? [ YES, AND YES ¡ ]
SUMMARY - what do you do when your welcomed home by your wife in her new dress [she looks fuckin incredible], she’s wearing to a event in 20-30ish minutes .. you tell her get ‘your sexy ass on the couch right now’ … nd you fuck her senseless —a quickie .
¡ WARNING !
— dae-ho being aggressive, soft!dom dae-ho, quickie, creamypie, pussyeating, pussywhipped, begging kink, praising kink, .. use of cum eating yada yada yada .. yk the drill .
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YOU HAD JUST GOT FINISHED GETTING DRESS, NOW ADDING OIL TO YOUR CHEST TO MAKE YOUR SKIN GLOW .. a knock-knock-knock was at the door .
you quickly slipped on ur heels and fixed your hair, before rushing to apartment door .
.. dae-ho .
your amazingly handsome husband, in his well fitting suit and a charming smile with a beautiful bouquet of lavender roses with the meaning of, ‘love at first sight’
you smiled at him as he stood there gawking over you, at your hair how puffy and fluffy it looked messy just the way he liked it, your face structure how your eyebrown frowned in awe as you looked at him from head to toe, and last how your body fit in that tight dress you were wearing not even thinking before stopping to stare at your breast mesmerize .
“fuck mama—goodness ..” he said letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding in .
he felt as if he was about to lose his mind as you player the roses into the vase on the kitchen island ..
dae-ho didnt even realized his jaw being dropped open and you staring at him; “if you dont close your mouth you might start drooling baby .” you smirked as you came close to him, placing ur hands on his mid arm and kissing his neck .
he quickly closed his mouth and melted in your touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer, “you can always touch me dae .. whats mines if yours and whats yours is mines—right my love ?”
he was so dazed and mesmerized he js nodded at your words and dropped his hands from your body—you frown and cupped his face .
“whats the problem—you dont like ?”
dae-ho quickly shook his head no in a heartbeat, he cupped your face back and planted a kiss on your lips and placed his forehead against yours .
“noo- of course my love—i-i im afraid of what id do to you in this dress ..you look fucking amazing .”
you smiled to yourself, letting out a laugh before kissing his cheek, “then ive done my job, hm ?”
dae-ho smiled before looking down at your breast one more before mumbling a small “fucccc—i cant do this.”
before you knew dae-ho had tou ontop of the counter as you both were passionately making out forcing onto one another him in full control .
kisses back to back, pulling away to catch a breathe or steal a quick glance at your breast that looked so amazing in the kitchen lightening — he couldnt help himself .
he started kissing the side of your face, down your jaw and neck making out with it next, sucking and licking all over it as you moaned and pulling him closer by his vest, want more and more of him by the second .
he quickly picked you up as if you weighted nothing to him, carrying you to the couch—placing you down before pulling away and dropping to his knees between your tight .
he whined as you watched him, rubbing your legs up and down as he reached to kiss you again and again, panting to himself before mumbling “[name] .. mm~ please i cant take it—fucc ill be quick i promise.. just need to taste that sweet cunt of your —will you let me baby hm—please .. pretty pretty please ?”
you nodded your head yes, before telling him ‘quickly dae-ho.’ just like he promised he got to work fast .
he had rolled your dress up, placed each of your legs onto one of his shoulders, kissed amongst you thighs getting closer to wear you needed him most .
you shivered at the contact, trying to push your pussy against his face but dae-ho held you in place .
he embraced your scent, kissing your clothed pussy that was soaking through your panties, made out with it for a bit before pulling them off .
finally lips-2-lips with your pussy, dae-ho started to lick your slick as you watched him and he watched your back, maintaining eye contact .
his hot tongue flicked up and down the pearl of your clit making you squirm, he feasted on your pussy, before your head fell to his hair pulling it as it groaned against your cunt making you whine .
your head fell back as tears welled in your eyes as his hand grabbed ahold of your and locked together .
thighs trembling as he was devouring your pussy wet and sloppily, you whinedd as the tears finally fell from your eyes and started to feel dizzy
.. this didnt take long to dae-ho to notice, he pulled away kissing your thighs before breathing against your pussy, “nono-nono princess dont cry, i want you to feel good okay— i promise gonna make you cum on my tongue hm? is that what you want right ?”
you nodded again at his words more tears falling, “yes-yes-ahh~ its too much daaaa~ i cant daeho.. too muchh !”
dae-ho frowned before kissing your cunt, getting yout attention, “no no [name], your gonna take it like a good girl arent you hm ? tell me—tell me now baby cmonn, tell your da”
you quickly nodded holding his hand once again and locking eyes, “yess im gonna take it—ill be a goooo-ahh~ good girll~ i promise daaa mmmgh!”
dae-ho smiled, seconds later his tongue was back flickering at your clit, pressing more wet sloppy kisses as he sucked onto your cunt hungrily, doing circular motion around the pearl before letting it go with a pop
his tongued was lapping you up fast this time, so lost in the addicting taste of your sweet cunt full of wet juices.
the sound of the slurping, wet kisses, wet noises, and your whimpers and moans mixed together filled the open room .
you cried out to dae-ho once again as your thighs quivered helplessly, and thighs squeezed his head as he sucked the soul out of you .
“daaaa~ pleaeeee gonna cummmm—gonna cumm noww i cantt—fucccc ahh-aghh~ !”
you cried softly as he moaned into your pussy, stopping for a second as you started to relax .. he quickly shoved his head back into your pussy he lapped up all of your sweet juices, your sticky white cum unless there was no more left, he placed a kiss onto your clit before moving away and kissing your thighs once again .
looking up to see tour dozing off he smiled, before reaching up to kiss you so passionately .
he even humpped your leg a little bit before kissing among the side of you neck before his hand still held onto your and his other fell to your clit ..
rubbing his closely as tou squirmed and he praised you.
“you did so good princess, soo good—you and your pussy—fucking amazing” he started kissing you again with tongue so you can taste yourself .
“taste that baby—ooohh~ you taste amazing dont you think fuccc—can you give me another ?” he asked still humping your leg repeatedly ..
he’d quickening his fingers on your clit before pushing them inside your cunt and thrusting them in and out .
you moaned at his words nodding at everything, you felt so dizzy and oozy like you were going to pass out, but that didnt stop dae-ho .
“ohh godd-your soooo pretty is this mmhmmmgh~ i cant stoppp-fuccc i might js cum in my pants mm..”
you kissed his lips as your stomach tightened once again knowing your were close, you kissed him soft and deeply before pressing your forehead together
“fuckk—gonna cum with me baby ? hmm fuuuu-fucc~ please cum with me be a good girllll~” he dragged out his words with a moan as you guys both started to sweat and pant together .
“ahhh~ please daaaa faster—faster please!” you begged as his finger moved faster and his hips followed as he started to hump you faster as well .
his body started to twitch, as your body started to felt as if it was going to explode .
“im gonna cummm~ ahh dae-dae-dae please can i?”
he kissed your quick but passionate, before nodding his head thrusting his two fingers fast as his thumb rubbed against your pearl, “cumm, cumm with me princesss, ooo i need it baby please—we’ll cum together.. me and yo—aaaugh~ !”
you smashed your lips onto his as you came and he came right with you, he continued to hump your leg reaching his high as you grinded on his fingers reachinf yours, “i-i love you so muchh—oh my godd” tears were falling from your eyes again .
he kissed your tears and kissed your lips, a soft wet kiss, before pushing you onto the rug with him hugging you tightly, “noo, i love you so much more—thank you baby—thank you so much, princess your amazing mm~ .”
you smiled and kissed his lips, giving him a sloppy wet loving kiss as you looked down for see his wet spot in his pants and see yourself leaking onto his leg
“.. no fancy dinner tonight ?” you laughed seeing how sweaty both of you looked .
dae-ho blushed embarrassed, “no—i got all i need right here .”
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