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i woke up in my blind date’s basement. (not clickbait!!!)

loser! yandere x willing! gn! reader

cw — kidnapping, slight nsfw, obsessive thoughts !!

heyheyyyyy a small fic of a loser yan and a willing reader eeee !! writing practice buuuut if enough people like this, i’ll write more lil snippets of their life together so pls do lmk what u wanna see thru comments ,, always appreciated dearly <33

when you wake up, you realise you're in an unfamiliar room - if it can even be called one, due to its ridiculously tiny size, and unappealing state.

it's clear from the empty bottles of bleach that someone tried to tidy up, but something dark red stains the walls, leaving a coppery tinge to the stifling air.

"oh, you're awake!" the man to your left - who, you realise instantly, is your blind date from last night - grins.

its an off putting sight, the sheer happiness on his face, and the way you can see the bright gleam in his brown eyes even behind those glasses, and beyond the overgrown bangs.

"i, er, i was watching you sleep. sorry, old habits die hard, y'know? and you just look so fucking beautiful, with that birth mark and those—"

"ahhhh, sorry."

he catches his breath and apologises again, "i'm rambling again, aren't i? i tend to do that when it comes to you. only time i talk, really."

he's sitting cross legged besides your mattress with his hands in his lap. when he notices you staring, he awkwardly averts his gaze for a moment, wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans and leaves them with dark patches staining the fabric. "well, uh, did you sleep well, darling? i know an old mattress in the basement isn't ideal but—"

you try to speak, to tell him that yeah, accommodation wasn’t exactly ideal - but the words come out muffled.

"ah, i'm so sorry, my love!" he exclaims, the few pale patches on his own, darker skin, flushing a soft pink shade as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "you can't really say anything, can you? sorry, again. i didn't think you'd agree to go out with me. had to ditch the plan and — oh, i'm rambling again, aren't i?"

"please tell me if i talk too much, i don't want to annoy you. i mean, i know you're not a morning person, but it's, like, four in the morning - isn't that funny?" when you make no indication of having found his words humorous, he wordlessly reaches over for the sock that's currently been stuffed into your mouth, flashes you another apologetic smile, and takes it out.

you instantly double over and spit the flavour - the strange, stifling taste of the sock out of your mouth.

your captor makes no move to undo the rope that binds your arms and legs behind your back, before he leans back, settling into his position besides you again, an expectant expression on his face. you don’t ask him to, yet, choosing only to examine him from head to toe.

he looks good. seems to have changed from the clothes he was wearing last night, during your blind date. you know he did his research beforehand, know he must be desperate to please, because everything he’s done - from the clothes he put on, to how he smells, and the accessories he dons, is all catered to your exact preferences. it’s hard not to find the effort endearing.

and then you remember where you are.

a moment of silence passes by before he clears his throat, the awkward sound echoing in the dingy basement. "morning, my darling. before you panic, i absolutely—"

"okay," you interrupt him, patience running thin, "first of all, why was that sock crusty, and second of all, what the fuck is going on right now?"

he doesn't seem put off by the venom in your tone, instead continuing with his words as if you hadn't spoken in the first place. "i'm glad you asked, darling. well, to put it simply, i, er, kidnapped you," he says with a bashful smile, pushing his glasses up with a shaking finger. "i absolutely adore you, and have for a long goddamn time - so i wanna keep you with me forever. like a tamagotchi!"

"you wanna keep me... forever in your basement?" your lip curls in disgust. "you can't be serious! have you seen the state of this place?"

"well, no." he falters for a moment before speaking, "i was going to explain how this all works. i mean, you won't be in the basement forever forever. it's just temporary, until i trust that—”

"oh, so you don't want to keep me forever?” your emotion leads you to hastily jump to a false conclusion, “please tell me i’m not going to be thrown away, once you’ve had your fill. you love me, right?”

"wait, sorry, um," he shakes his head, confusion evident on his features by means of his furrowed eyebrows, the clear trepidation in his tone. "do you... well, how do i say this?" he mumbles to himself, closes his eyes. opens them a moment later. "do you, like, want to stay here - with me? i thought you'd—"

"in this economy?" you scoff, " staying with you means i don't have to pay rent, and get free meals and free entertainment." you shoot him a glare, "there is entertainment, right?"

he blinks, "er, yeah. i have a whole bookshelf for you upstairs with all your favourite novels on it. there's also the media cabinet, full of your favourite films, director's cut and extended cuts and special editions and..." the man trails off, lost in a daze of his own thoughts. "are you - sorry, are you serious, darling?" he asks, that smile of his faltering. "you really want to stay? you realise i will ruin your social and professional lives and monopolise your whole existence, right?"

"yeah, like i said, that's fine by me," you shrug, "now could you be a dear and untie these ropes, please? i didn’t ask earlier but they're really hurting me."

"um, can you give me a moment?"

"sure. but you wanna know something funny," you tilt your head to the side. "for a guy who kidnapped me out of some twisted obsession, after the first date we had, you don't really seem happy that i want to stay."

"no!" he exclaims, eyes instantly widening in panic as he shakes his head frantically, " please don't say that! god, no, my love. you don't - you have no idea how happy i am! i - you - shit, you're going to think i'm crazy but i think i came in my pants when you said that and that's a problem because these are my favourite jeans and i wore them just for this occasion because i so desperately wanted you to think—"

"you're rambling."

"sorry! i mean, like i said, i'm beyond happy. it's just..." he turns his head to the side, too embarrassed to look you directly in the eyes. "i kind of had, like, all my lines prepared. i thought you'd freak out, and i was going to deliver them. i even practiced in front of a mirror to get the, er, the execution right. i’m just confused, is all.”

“…oh.” you blink, and then, before the man before you can burst into tears, which you think he just might, given the way his head hangs low, and he’s curled his fingers into a shaky fist, the knuckles white, in his lap. “well,” you offer, wanting to start your life together on the right foot, “you can still go through your lines if you want. wanna start again from the top?”

he looks up at you hopefully and nods, flashing you a grateful smile as he smooths his hands out, stretching his quivering fingers. “i’d like that, actually. um, can you pretend you don’t know what’s going on so i can do the whole, you know, the whole ‘i love you and you’re mine now’ thing?”

“yeah,” you shrug, “whatever makes you happy. can we go upstairs after this? i really want to sleep more, but preferably on an actual bed in a proper room.”

“of course! we will. we can. we can do anything you want. you can do whatever you, erm, want to do. to me, by the way. please do whatever you like to me. i’m all yours.”

he says in one big breath, and because you can’t bear to keep looking at them anymore, not really listening to his rant, you reach out to hold his clammy hands in yours, intertwine your steady fingers with his shaking ones without a word.

“that’s better. it’s kinda weird how you kidnapped me and yet, you’re still the more nervous one.” you look up at him expectantly, but his face is frozen. “okay so should we take it from the top?”

“i-i—” he looks back at you stupidly with wide eyes, fumbles for the right words, his tongue tied and his brain fuzzy. “my love, my darling — i think i just,” he looks down, head hung in shame, and you notice the tips of his ears burn a bright red, and that his pulse seems to have doubled, heart beating out of his chest. “i think i just, er, came in my pants, again.”

bonus —

WILLING READER, looking down at the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of yan’s jeans: oh.

WILLING READER: want me to clean that up for you? i feel bad leeching off you even if you kidnapped me. gotta make rent somehow, right?

LOSER YAN:

LOSER YAN: haha 😇😇 that’s crazy where did all my clothes go!! 🤗🤗 silly me 🤗🤗

This is not including all the children who are lifeless underneath the rubble and not including the ones that were obliterated to the point where they cannot be identified. Free Palestine

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sowwy for bamboozling everyone...here's the character sprites i made for tha greatest prank of the century

★6ix 9ine. Kozume!

౨ৎ :: masterlist. reblogs are appreciated.

•warning: sub!kenma, fem reader, mommy is used twice, edging, dirty talk, edging, and 69

•hi im back and too lazy to proof read so yeh

You had been friends with Kenma for what felt like forever. Late-night gaming sessions, takeout on weekends, and inside jokes that no one else would get. He was always a little distant, a little hard to read, but you liked that about him. So when he finally agreed to go out drinking with you after months of dodging your invites, you were genuinely surprised.

What you didn’t expect was how much of a reaction you’d get when he saw you.

You kept it simple but intentional—tight black skirt that hugged your curves, sheer tights that shimmered under the bar lights, paired with heels that added just enough height to make you feel in control. It wasn’t over the top, but it was a far cry from the usual sweatpants and oversized hoodies he was used to seeing you in.

And Kenma?

He didn’t know how to handle it.

His eyes dragged over your legs, lingering way too long, and you caught the way he swallowed hard when you crossed them, the faintest blush already creeping up his neck. He tried to play it cool, mumbling something about how it wasn’t fair you didn’t tell him you were going to “dress like that,” but his usual deadpan delivery fell apart when he couldn’t stop staring.

Drink after drink made things worse. Kenma wasn’t a heavy drinker to begin with, but tonight he was matching your pace, and you could see the haze settling in his golden eyes. His cheeks were flushed, lips a little pouty, and his head kept dipping closer to you, leaning against your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured at one point, nuzzling into your neck, his voice barely above a whisper but thick with heat. “Not fair…”

You laughed, but it only made him more clingy.

“Kozu,” you murmured, noticing the way his hand brushed against your thigh for the third time that evening. “You okay?”

“Mmhm.” He nodded, but his eyes were glued to your legs, his thumb brushing lightly along the hem of your skirt, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Kozume.”

He finally looked up, and oh—he was gone.

Half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, and a dazed, almost dreamy look on his face.

“Hmm?”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Dunno.” His voice was softer now, almost too soft, and there was a hint of a pout as he leaned in closer. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flickered down to your legs again, and this time, he didn’t even pretend to look away. “You’re distracting me.”

You bit back a laugh, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you tilted his head. “I’m distracting you?”

“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, this time with a dangerous glint. “You did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Kenma’s lips twitched, his face inching closer until his breath was warm against your neck.

“Wore that.”

Your heart stopped.

“I—”

“Wanted me to look, didn’t you?” His voice was a quiet murmur, laced with a teasing edge that was so unlike him. But it wasn’t cocky. No—he sounded almost… shy. Like he was embarrassed by how obvious he was being but couldn’t stop himself.

And you?

You were loving it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back, but the slight hitch in your voice betrayed you.

“Liar.” His lips brushed dangerously close to your neck now, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“You’re being bold,” you murmured, your fingers tightening ever so slightly in his hair.

“Maybe…” He paused, his lips grazing just below your ear. “…it’s the alcohol.”

You were about to respond—probably something witty, something that would throw him off—

But then?

Kenma whined.

It was soft, barely audible, but oh you heard it.

And it sent a shockwave straight through you.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against your shoulder now, his body practically melting into yours. “You’re not being fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You smirked, though your pulse was racing.

“You look…” He trailed off, his words slurring just a little.

“I look what, Kenma?”

“…too good.”

Oh.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but before you could say anything, Kenma tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

And that’s when you saw it.

The raw, unfiltered want in his eyes.

His lips brushed against your skin, and you felt the heat of his breath send a shiver down your spine.

“Getting needy, huh?” you teased, but that was a mistake. His grip on your thigh tightened, and when he shifted just slightly, you felt it—hard and pressing against your side.

“Please…” His voice was barely a whisper, broken and desperate, and you could feel the way he was trembling. “Take me home… I don’t wanna be here anymore…”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve teased him a little more, made him squirm. But the way he looked up at you, glassy-eyed and flushed, lip caught between his teeth as he rubbed his thigh against you—yeah, there was no way you were denying him.

————

By the time you got him back to your place, he was a mess. Clumsy fingers tugging at your waist, pressing his face into your neck again like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you weren’t about to let him off easy.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Take off your jacket.”

Kenma paused for only a moment before he shrugged off his jacket, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. His movements were slow, deliberate—like he was trying to savor every moment of this intimacy. When he finally let the jacket fall to the floor, there was an unspoken silence between you, one that lingered like a charged current. His gaze flicked up to yours, his lips parted just slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

You smirked.

“Now, your pants.”

Kenma’s chest rose and fell, his throat visibly tightening as he obediently reached for his belt. You could see him struggle—his hands shaking just enough for you to notice. His pride was still there, buried underneath the layers of self-doubt he’d never let anyone see. But tonight? Tonight, it was all yours to toy with.

“You’re so quiet,” you teased, stepping closer, your voice a whisper in his ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Kozume?”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he bit his lip, looking like he was fighting the urge to speak. Finally, his voice broke through, soft but urgent.

“Y/n…” he murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear.

“Get on the bed,” you ordered, watching the way his eyes widened just slightly at your tone.

“But—”

“Now.”

He scrambled to obey, and fuck, he was already so far gone. His body was flushed, legs spread just enough as he settled onto the bed, waiting for you to make the next move.

“Such a good boy,” you murmured, settling yourself in between his legs, dragging your nails lightly over his thighs, watching the way he shivered under your touch. But when you gripped them tighter, fingers digging in just a little too hard, he let out the sweetest little whimper, back arching as he bit down on his lip.

“You like that?” you asked, barely masking your amusement.

“Mhm…” He nodded, but it wasn’t enough for you.

“Words, Kozume.”

“Yes,” he breathed, voice shaky. “Please…”

You tugged his hair back, forcing him to look up at you, and the way his pupils blew wide made you grin. “You’re so needy,” you cooed, leaning down just enough to brush your lips against his. “Whining for me like this… aren’t you embarrassed?”

“N-No…” But his voice betrayed him, cracking as he tried to deny it.

“Liar.” Your hand tangled in his hair, giving it a sharp tug that had him gasping.

“Ah—!”

His hips bucked, and you felt him throbbing beneath you, desperate and aching.

“Please,” he begged again, barely coherent now. “You’re being so mean…”

“Mean?” you echoed, arching a brow as you dragged your nails down his thigh again, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

He nodded, eyes glassy and wet, lips trembling as he squirmed under you. “But I like it…”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, I know.”

You gazed down to see a wet spot in his boxers where his poor cock had been throbbing for much too long.

You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip, barely holding back a smirk as your fingers traced the outline of his aching tip through the damp fabric of his boxers. Kenma’s body tensed beneath your touch, his breath hitching before the sweetest little gasp spilled from his lips.

“Please…” he murmured, his voice soft and trembling, hips bucking into your hand as he shamelessly chased the friction he was so desperate for.

But you weren’t feeling generous—not yet.

You scoffed, pulling your hand away without warning, and before he could even whine, you delivered a sharp slap to his thigh.

“Ah—!” Kenma’s legs snapped shut instinctively, a shiver running through him as he let out a soft, broken whimper.

“Did I tell you to move?” Your voice was firm, a subtle edge of warning, and the way he blinked up at you, wide-eyed and obedient, had heat pooling between your thighs.

“I-I’m sorry mommy, please…” he whispered, his thighs slowly parting again, his body already begging to be touched.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes never leaving his as you leaned down, letting a slow, deliberate string of spit drip from your lips. It landed right on the tip of his cock, glistening as it slid down his length, and the reaction was immediate.

Kenma whimpered, his thighs twitching uncontrollably, his head thrashing softly against the pillow as a shaky breath escaped him.

“Hmm?” You tilted your head, running your hand along his slick length, your touch featherlight as you teased him. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, your voice a sultry purr.

“Did you really think…” you murmured, your fingers giving his cock a lazy stroke that had him squirming beneath you, “…that I was going to let you fuck me tonight?”

You felt the way his body stiffened, a soft, broken whine slipping past his lips as he turned his head toward you, his needy gaze pleading for something—anything.

“Aww…” you cooed, your tongue flicking against his ear as your grip tightened just enough to make him gasp. “Not tonight, baby.”

Your hand moved with agonizing slowness, every stroke deliberately teasing as you traced your thumb around his swollen tip, watching the way his cock twitched under your touch. You bit down on your bottom lip, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you expertly twisted your wrist, giving him just enough to keep him on edge—but never enough to let him tip over.

Soft, needy whimpers spilled from Kenma’s lips, his voice trembling as his glossy eyes stayed locked on you, pleading silently for more.

“Mmm… y-you’re so mean…” he murmured, his words barely coherent between his little gasps and moans.

But then his breath hitched, his body tensing as his hips started to buck into your hand, desperate for more friction.

“I-I’m close!” he squeaked out, his voice breaking as he tried to fuck into your fist, chasing his release.

But just when he was teetering on the edge, you pulled your hand away.

“Ah—wha—?!” Kenma’s hips bucked helplessly, his cock twitching as he thrust into the empty air, his body searching for the release you so cruelly denied him.

“Whyyy, Mommy?” His voice cracked as he looked up at you, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, his bottom lip trembling as he whined in pure frustration.

You leaned back, a wicked smile tugging at your lips as you admired the sight of him—so needy, so helpless, and all yours.

“Aww, baby,” you cooed, brushing your fingers gently down his thigh. “Did you really think I was gonna let you finish that easily?”

“Don’t you think this is getting a little boring?” you murmured, your tone dripping with mischief as your fingers moved to the button of your skirt.

Kenma’s eyes, still glossy with unshed tears, flickered with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, his breath catching in his throat. He watched intently as you popped the button and slowly dragged the fabric down, revealing the black thigh-high garters hugging your legs—something you’d been hiding from him all night.

“Fuck…” he whispered, sitting up without thinking, his eyes wide and hungry as he took in the full view.

“Uh-uh.” You clicked your tongue, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your feet. “Stay where you are, baby.”

But you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched, his breath growing heavier as you slid your panties down next, leaving nothing between you and his hungry gaze.

“Lay back,” you ordered softly, and Kenma obeyed without hesitation, his body sinking into the mattress, his eyes still glued to you as if he was completely under your spell.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself so your dripping cunt hovered just inches above his flushed face, while his neglected cock throbbed right in front of you.

“Be a good boy and make me feel good,” you purred, lowering yourself onto his mouth while your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him mercilessly.

And from the way he whimpered, his tongue eagerly lapping at you, you knew he was more than willing to obey.

You could feel his body trembling beneath you, his breaths uneven as he tentatively dragged his tongue along your slit—nervous, almost hesitant, like he was testing the waters.

“Mm… good boy,” you murmured, your fingers threading gently through his hair as you guided him closer. The praise seemed to unlock something in him because, within moments, that shy, uncertain lick turned into something far more eager.

Kenma’s lips latched onto your clit, sucking softly before his tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. He was a fast learner—eager to please—and the way he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core, had heat pooling low in your belly.

“Just like that…” you purred, your head tilting back as waves of pleasure started building.

But you didn’t leave him neglected for long.

You leaned down, your mouth hovering over his throbbing cock, and gave his tip a slow, teasing lick, tasting the salty beads of precum that had already gathered.

“Mmm, you’re making such a mess,” you murmured against his length before dragging your tongue along the underside, replacing his slickness with your spit as your hand wrapped around his base, pumping him with a steady rhythm.

Kenma whined against you, his hips twitching as he tried to stay still, but the way your tongue and hand worked him had him melting beneath you. His moans, muffled by your pussy, grew louder, more desperate, sending vibrations straight to your core.

It wasn’t long before the tension in both of you coiled impossibly tight—his hips jerking up into your hand while his tongue moved with frantic devotion.

“Fuck… I’m close…” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a breaking point.

Kenma moaned in response, and the sound of him falling apart beneath you was enough to push you over the edge. Your climax crashed over you, thighs quivering around his head as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Kenma wasn’t far behind—his body tensing beneath you as his cock pulsed in your hand, spilling hot and thick against your tongue as he whimpered into you.

For a moment, the only sound was the heavy, satisfied breathing between you, his body going limp as he tried to catch his breath, soft whimpers escaping his lips as you stroked his hair lovingly.

“Such a good boy…” you murmured, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as you gently ran your fingers through his damp hair.

“More…” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, but you heard it loud and clear.

“Mm,” you hummed, a wicked smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby.”

But the way his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust, told you that he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

And you were more than ready to make him beg for it.

Mr. Yano's Ordinary Days (矢野くんの普通の日々) // Tamura Yui