Synopsis | In Which Every Kiss Was An Answer

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SATORU GOJO Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 4

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୨୧ 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 + 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢 + 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 + 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 + 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘯 + 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 + 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 + 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰 ୨୧

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Yandere CEO Wants to Date You

Pairing: Male Yandere!CEO x Fem!Reader

Tags: yandere behavior, fluff, isolation, gift giving, meeting your friends, dating, protectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness

A/N: Here's more of the CEO man that you all liked.

Yandere!CEO starts off by inviting you to lunch with him quite often. You don't even notice that you're spending almost every lunch break in his company alone until he comments on how nice it is to spend this alone time with you. He always makes sure to order your favorite so you don't even have to leave the building.

Yandere!CEO doesn't want to freak you out by kissing you on the lips first. You have to make that step. But he will always kiss your hand when you step into his office and walk out. He says he's just being a gentleman, and giving how he always opens the door for you it's easily believable.

Yandere!CEO works as late as you do every time when the two of you get to know each other better. Instead of having to follow you home he always offers to drive and pick you up the next morning. He never invites himself into your home, you're the one who invites him to repay him for his kindness.

Yandere!CEO fires anyone who gets too close to you. This leads to people being very casual with you, so you have no real friends at work, not any you're too close with anyways. The only one left to really spend time with is him, who always listens to your worries and comforts you.

Yandere!CEO would love to meet your off-work friends. After all if he can get into their good graces then he'll make you fall for him even easier. Maximum charm is the key and lucky for him he's got more then enough of it to go around. Your friends think you scored big time, even though you're not even dating yet.

Yandere!CEO tries not to show too much happiness when you casually ask him out to dinner. He's happy to go where ever you like best, no need for fancy places. He does offer to drive of course. No matter how much he wants to compliment your outfit he tries not to go overboard and stare too much. Unless you want him to stare.

Yandere!CEO notices you start to dress much nicer every time you come to work after that date. Then he's sure you want his compliments, and he gives them freely. He wants to know what your favorite color is so he can buy you matching necklaces and earrings to go with your outfits.

Yandere!CEO shuts down any nasty rumors that might be circulating about you seducing your way to the position of his secretary. If anyone has anything to say they should be brave and say it to both of you. He won't stand for any gossip. Besides once it does get out that you're dating he's more than happy to say he feel for you first.

tw: death, 18+ only: sukuna is very protective over his little wife.

“Woah, she’s hot!”

That was the first comment. SUKUNA knew then he wanted to kill this man.

“Shit, look at her.” The vulgar stranger whistled, his lustful eyes trailing the curves of your body. “I hope I can get five minutes alone with her in the bathroom.”

Sukuna swallowed a sip of his dark liquor.

He and this stranger were the only two individuals at the gathering sitting on the couches instead of mingling with the others. It was the perfect spot for him to keep an eye on you, his sweet little wife, but him alone. This man? Who dared to join Sukuna on the couch and pour himself a shot of whiskey?

He was going to die tonight. Sukuna was certain of it.

Sukuna turned to face one of the bodyguards standing beside the couch — not that Sukuna needed any protection. Silently, he gestured in your direction, and the bodyguard immediately understood Sukuna’s wordless command.

The stranger watched the interaction take place. He watched the guard approach you and guide you over to the sitting area, and he smiled wildly.

“You’re bringing her to me? You’re a good man,” he said.

Sukuna took another sip of his dark liquor.

When you arrived, a kind smile on your face, Sukuna put his glass down on a nearby table and patted his lap twice.

Happily, you took your seat, and his large hand rubbed your hip.

Oh, the man was stunned. Angry.

“Hey, I called dibs on that bitch first,” he spat.

Sukuna watched the corners of your lips fall as the man continued on, on, and on. During his ramble, Sukuna whispered in your ear, “Close your eyes and cover your ears, girl.”

You did as you were told, though it did little to muffle the sound of the gunshot that came seconds later.

The party guests were silent for a moment, but after observing you in Sukuna’s lap, a gun in his hand, and an unfamiliar dead body bleeding out on the couch, they were quick to return to their conversations.

After all, Sukuna owned this building. This party was his. And this wasn’t the first time he had to murder someone on his kindhearted wife’s behalf.

“Hey,” Sukuna, who was aggressive with every other soul except for you, spoke softly. “I’ll cheer you up when we get home, pretty girl.”

With him, that could have meant watching reruns of your favorite show with you, or him sloppily licking at your clit until you came repeatedly.

More than likely both.

— I AM THE GHOST YOU BURIED AWAY.

↷ various genshin x reader

✦ synopsis : and when you look them in the eye, you let yourself crumble and see the loneliness underneath it all. such was the curse of a godless child, of one marked by the stars, of one whose home no longer stands. and they could only hold up their own charades for so long (or in which, they fall for a survivor of khaenri'ah ).

NOTE(S) : characters included ; dainsleif, pierro & zhongli. angst / comfort / no comfort, reader is from khaenri'ah, anger and betrayal, reader has been through a lot, breakups ( zhongli ), attempted choking ( zhongli ), past death / genocide, the reader is lonely give them a hug . NOT PROOFREAD.

# masterlist

&& . dainsleif · ( there is a fury ; he had left you behind )

HE DREAMT OF KHAENRI’AH when he glimpsed you.

Dainsleif rarely sleeps lest the nightmares invade with the malicious whispers of the abyss. The voices always weighed down heavy and hard, quietly picking away at his sanity like termites to wood ( wholly devouring and meticulous ). But this time they were static in the back and the stone road beneath his feet sparked an aching memory he had long let himself forget.

Home, he thinks. Home, where the sun hardly shone but the food was warm and his friends and there was you, an unsure recruit who could barely hold a sword and your “Captain Dainsleif”s were always accompanied by a nervous shake to your words and a determined spark in your eyes. 

You never stood a chance in the cataclysm. You never did, but here you were, persistent, stubborn you standing before him with an ashen face corrupted by the abyss. And Dainsleif stares back with a stance that mirrors your tired defeat and he wonders if this was his punishment from divinity.

It was, he thinks, for it was cruelty.

It was cruelty to watch your expression shift to fury, to anger, to feel your hands grip at his cloak as you scream the word “Traitor” into his face. It was cruel to watch you crumble further and further into yourself, to watch your eyes dull as you give in.

He would take your fury and your spite, he would take you tearing his chest open, smoothing his own persistent spark that longs to keep living. 

( “You left us — ” you scream. “You left us to die! My friends, my family, our comrades — ” the cry was raw, haunting, visceral, like anguish personified into a single being before it bursts forth from the strain. It was five centuries worth of silence and growing madness. )

He’d let you claw him to pieces. Anything, anything to give you that last shred of peace you deserved. Dainsleif knows he had left you behind, persistent, stubborn you who looked at him once upon the time like he had hung the false moon on the roof of their cavern and brought the stars down to their skyless home.

“I’m tired…” you whisper after the worst ends. Your fingers were bruised and your knuckles were bleeding. His face feels numb and his mouth tastes of iron. You hunch your shoulders, hands trembling, legs trembling, everything trembling with a sadness he knows too well..

Dainsleif watches you stand and shakily walk away.

He does not stop you.

&& . pierro | the jester · ( the monster he is now ; you won't accept )

& THE JESTER HOLDS HIS OWN secrets in the quiet of his home. The Tasritsa knows them well for she knows all and rest would happily stay in clueless contentment. A man like him lives little for optimism and less for sentiment and what must be disposed of shall be disposed off.

His cards were held close to his chest and his past stays closed off save for the details that he deigns fit to be shared. Pierro was not the man he was before. The cruel optimism he might have held once was but a faint wisp of a memory and his soul was now decrepit.

The Jester holds his secrets and one of them was you. A mechanist from the past, a sentiment despite his beliefs. He remembers moments where he’d find you bent over scattered parts and machinery, caked in oil and ash, when he’d share a cup of coffee over mused ramblings. Pierro remembers his youth and his naivete and a part of him wishes for it once more.

( But then he wakes from his dream. Ignorance was what cost Khaenri’ah. He would never forsake his found knowledge for a meager dream. Never. )

Then he finds you, in the realms of somewhere, alive and alone, wandering beaten paths in a daze. And you recognized him, just as he recognized you, faces that had changed but had not and Pierro’s cheek was cradled by a kind hand for the first time in centuries.

A part of him breaks and it comes coursing out for a split second, a vulnerable gaze, the momentary happiness of seeing someone he cared for, the last few pieces of a burned down legacy, of his memories.

There was a sadness in your eyes when you recognized him for who he was. “You’re not the one I knew all those years ago.” you whisper. “You’ve changed,  ████.”

The sound of his old name has him physically recoil. He tugs away from your touch and away from you. His heart closes away and his cards fold to his chest once more. He does not look at the flash of hurt that betrays your features, that lapse of weakness. “So have you.” he replies.

“I have.” you nod. “We all have.”

He knows what it means, that look in your face. He knows why you take a step back. “The fatui…” you whisper and he does not hear any fondness in that singular word. “Either way, I hope…I hope you are happy,  ████. “ He was not. He was anything but, yet the quiet anger you stamp down, you smother away, the anger from his years of silence and his choices now brews beneath it all. It was magma pressing up against fragile ground and it was disappointment ( chilling, ice edged disappointment, sharper than any knife he's seen and it pierces his chest violently ).

You bade him farewell. He never sees you again after that.

( Pierro knows. You were always the absent sort, but you were kind. You were kind in a way he could never be.

Pierro knows what you saw in him.

A monster. )

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( and fate said ; let the lion fall for the lamb )

HE FINDS YOU across the sea of people, when you look his way. Zhongli meets your gaze and he sees caution and weariness and the years slowly coming up onto the optimism you try to keep together. He sees the stars in your eyes, the last mark of a fallen nation, and it haunts him.

( He half expects them to flood with fury, for you to scream your betrayal, for your hands to wind around his neck and his pulse, slowly cutting away his airflow with the words ‘murderer’ easing out with a broken voice.

“I know you, murderer. I know what you’ve done.” )

You had smiled at him that day. It was amicable and it was bittersweet and Zhongli knew — the moment your lips first touched his, the moment he held your hand, the moment the little things and sweet nothings were whispered in privacy — he lived a lie he deserves little of.

What have his hands seen but blood and ruination and violence and change and growth? What have his hands seen but the death of your people and the silence of a contract? What have his hands seen but the softness of your skin and the tracings of the abyss etched upon it ( a curse, you call it ) and taste the bitter irony of it all?

He was a fool, a man in love, a man who found a piece of treasure so brilliant and so beautiful and he was too enamored to speak up, to savor what he had, to grasp at smoke and desperately wish it holds. 

But Zhongli was no liar and the truth had to be told.

“Is this a joke?” you asked him, your smile frozen on your face and a part of him wishes to recant everything if only to nurse at the sting in his heart. He feels the last few moments of serenity bleed away with the impending realization upon glancing upon his hands, the same hands that touched you, now streaked with golden ichor and scales.

Morax, Morax, Morax, the name of a nightmare and the nightmare was him ( this was how the lion fell for the lamb, with whispered lies to hide away its claws and keep the dainty creature close ). 

You did not let him hold you. You did not let him speak. It was disgust and agony and betrayal and it was dawning horror ( and a part of you looked upon this man who looked so human and you wondered if this weak vessel, this imitation of a god, would topple from a knife through its heart. The thought stops there and it is met with a voice that hisses and shakes and you realize that despite it all, you still loved this man and the pain only grows ).

“Love…” he whispers.

“Don’t—” you choke out. “Don’t even try.” and your eyes said it all. I know you, murderer, liar. I know who you are, what you’ve done, ripping my heart out of my chest to crush it between your hands. I know. And Zhongli knows this too.

When he wakes the next morning, your side of the bed was empty and the walls felt bare amidst the uncomfortable silence. There was a single Inteyvat resting upon the table and the sunlight reached out for it in longing, its rays casting gold atop wood as the petrified petals crumble between his fingers.

The last of the flower gives way and Zhongli lets the tears fall.

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i was actually pretty excited for this kijuhgfdghjklkjh since this was the first time i ever write pierro and dain and they're just lots of fun ( but my dedication goes to li hehehehe ). but anyway, a reader from khaenri'ah, revel in the pain beg me to stop it but know this : it shall not.

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