Random Yael's family fun fact, both sisters have very distinct taste. Yves loves JoJo. Elysia loves My Little Pony. Saturday morning cartoons often comes with a little lighthearted bickering because both sisters want Yael to keep them both company, while each girls wanted to watch different things.
Often, Yael will suggest putting on his favorite ( and comfort ) shows instead. Neither girl gets exactly what they wanted, but both are happy enough to curl up and watch Moomin together. Max and Ruby or Snoopy would work just fine too.
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I just wanted to ask if there's anything you can share about Yael. Like, anything at all. That being facts, art, lore, ANYTHING at all. I've been so obsessed with Yael and his entire character for a while now, I absolutely cannot stop thinking about him! (*หแห*) Thank you so much for creating such a precious character ( ห ยณห)โฅ๏ธ
Some silly Yael facts I may or may not have mentioned
This is something I don't think I've ever mentioned but Yael can play a music instrument, namely a guitar. He played it when he was younger, but he stopped playing it eventually as he slowly got into writing and reading books so much more. He might be able to still play it today if you ask him to.
Yael also owns one of these :
He started buying these for Elysia, but he found it too cute to not keep at least one bunny with him. This exact set is the one that he currently owns (and hides away somewhere in his house), though.
Yael gets cold easily.
He likes eating baked carrots. Just toss some baby carrots in oil and seasoning then put them in the oven long enough for it to come out tender and slightly crisp on the outside. However, he eat this so often that he's starting to get bored of it ... lol
Hello! I hope you've been doing well เดฆเตเดฆเดฟใปแดใป)โง
I just wanted to ask if there's anything you can share about Yael. Like, anything at all. That being facts, art, lore, ANYTHING at all. I've been so obsessed with Yael and his entire character for a while now, I absolutely cannot stop thinking about him! (*หแห*) Thank you so much for creating such a precious character ( ห ยณห)โฅ๏ธ
Some silly Yael facts I may or may not have mentioned
This is something I don't think I've ever mentioned but Yael can play a music instrument, namely a guitar. He played it when he was younger, but he stopped playing it eventually as he slowly got into writing and reading books so much more. He might be able to still play it today if you ask him to.
Yael also owns one of these :
He started buying these for Elysia, but he found it too cute to not keep at least one bunny with him. This exact set is the one that he currently owns (and hides away somewhere in his house), though.
Yael gets cold easily.
He likes eating baked carrots. Just toss some baby carrots in oil and seasoning then put them in the oven long enough for it to come out tender and slightly crisp on the outside. However, he eat this so often that he's starting to get bored of it ... lol
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okay, before i answer this i will let you all know i am not entirely knowledgeable on music genres so i will most likely just mention some artists whose music i think they'd listen.
klein doesn't really have a preference- he will just say whatever you say is good music, he agrees. as an android he doesn't really have the ability to have a 'music preference'. but if he does, he would enjoy pop music a lot, and songs that just feels high-energy
al doesn't really listen to music because it distracts him a lot (especially when he works), so he mainly listens to asmr, instrumentals or just ambiences.
yael is more into classical pieces or something like laufey, mitski, marina. he likes songs that has softer vocals, tunes, and more melancholic melodies.
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Also, this might be a stupid question, but how do you pronounce "Yael" and "Klein"?
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actually nice question ! i've seen some people mispronounce yael's name especially xD
yael's name is pronounced as "yah-el", so it wouldn't sound like "yel" (which just sounds like "yell" - therefore making it sounds like his name is spelt "yale" instead of yael lmao)
for klein, it's pronounciation wouldn't sound like "kline", bcs the "k" should be pronounced as in "kite," and the "ei" is like the "a" in "ace."
struggled to put this into coherent words but i hope it's understandable ////////
A = Affection ... Yael is very affectionate, and quite the romantic. however he needs time to feel comfortable in even showing them. especially when he's still unsure about how you feel about him (more so when there's no actual 'status' between you two)- he worries a little too much about this.
his big 3 love languages are gift gifting, quality time and acts of service. time is most valuable to him, and to believe that you're willing to spend time with him together makes him the happiest. he really just appreciates you being w him ^^
B = Best friend ... he's always the dad or mom friend in his group. he takes care of the others and is always there for his friends to help them out. though, he can be a little bit of a people pleaser sometimes. (cannonically, MC and yael started being friends because MC picked up one of his missing romance novel when they were still students lol)
C = Cuddles ... yael loves to cuddle. and would rather be the big spoon- for one reason, he likes feeling like he's protecting you in his arms. but if you prefer the other way- he would gladly oblige as well. he'd find your heartbeat calming. he's very gentle about it, always asking you in that familiar sheepish tone of his, whether it's okay to touch this or touch that
D = Domestic ... he's certified malewife duh /silly . he can cook, clean, very well. and if he's not good at something? he'll try to learn it for you, for his family's comfort
getting married with his loved one, living under the same roof and to raise children together is a dream come true for him
E = Ending ... no arguments, no raised voice, just a calm, mature conversation between you and him. if Yael were to break up with you, he must've had an extremely strong reason to do so. even then, it would be a very, very heavy thing for him to say.
F = Fiance(e) ... you have no idea how much yael LOVES being committed to the one he loves but also, he's not one to rush things. Yael likes to be able to decide things on his own pace. but of course, he'd love to be able to get married with his dearest!
G = Gentle ... he's always been gentle to the people around him. maybe even more so towards you.
H = Hugs ... he does! Yael would often ask for your permission first before hugging you. exceptions being- an excited Yael suddenly pulls you into his tight embrace. lasts for a few seconds or so before he pulls away, flustered, apologizing for doing so. his hug would feel warm and comforting, and you can always smell a faint scent of his perfume whenever he does it.
I = I love you ... it takes a while for him to say such things, as he considers it a really strong word to declare.
J = Jealousy ... Yael doesn't get jealous often. he puts trust in you and the relationship you have with him, although at the rare occasion of him getting actually jealous, he'll try to speak to you about it if it really becomes a bother for him, but most of the time, he'll deal with it himself. he knows jealousy isn't good.
K = Kisses ... very gentle yet shy kisses! Yael likes to kiss your knuckles, forehead, top of your head and cheek the most. he likes lip kisses as well, but it'd take him a little while for him to initiate it- not because he doesn't like it, he's just very nervous. ;; Yael himself likes to be kissed on the same spots.
L = Little ones ... he's good with children, even trusted by some parents in the daycare he works at to do some babysitting for their children. children likes him too!
M = Morning ... Yael wakes up early. (it's a habit lol he can't help it) if you're willing to join him, he'll go on a little jog with you, then cook you breakfast (or cook together) then eat with him <3 or he can also bring you breakfast in bed, jokingly bows down before you and say "today's breakfast, my princess/prince/your highness" then laughs at himself as his ears turns red from embarrassment LOL
N = Night ... Yael likes to read, so you'd often find him reading books before bed. sometimes he gets too caught up in it and stays up a bit later. but just bonk his head and he'll set the book aside to sleep with you. if you're willing to read with him, though, he'd melt on the spot
O = Open ... it might take him a lot of time to be able to do so. and would rather prefer reveal things slowly, at his own pace!
P = Patience ... it takes a lot to anger him. yael also doesn't like the feeling of being angry (if that makes sense). even if he's angry, he wouldn't raise his voice, and try not to let his anger get the best of him.
it had slipped a couple times before, of course, and he always feel bad right after. and apologizes. he rarely gets angry.
Q = Quizzes ... a lot! he's very attentive and thoughtful about you. he doesn't forget things often.
R = Remember ... first meeting, and when you two first started talking again after a bit of strain in the friendship. (assuming in this post you choose yael-focused route)
he's happy to be able to talk to you again...
S = Security ... yael trusts that you can protect yourself, but that doesn't stop himself from being protective of you. he shows it in little ways, checking up on you when he knows you're out late, or offering a ride home. when walking down the street together, Yael might insist on walking on the side closest to the road to shield you from traffic- so on.
T = Try ... lots, lots of effort. and preparation. and research, to make sure you'd enjoy yourself- and, most importantly, make you feel loved in each date with him. you're willing to spend your time with him, so in exchange, he wants to make it worth while
U = Ugly ... being a little too critical of himself. he always wants to do his best in everything, though sometimes it results in him worrying over it more than he likes to-
V = Vanity ... quite a bit. it's one of the reason why he maintains a diet and workout routine, although mainly for health reasons. also, yael often thinks about changing his hairstyle because he doesn't really like how it looks- but never get around to decide what style would suit him better.
W = Whole ... he would, but also, he would be able to understand. if you choose someone else over him- he'd at least still want to be your friend, just so he could keep supporting you whenever you'd need~
X = Xtra ... due to his fear of heights, he once teared up when riding a cable car with friends on a trip. he was eternally grateful that no one notices it. LOL
Y = Yuck ... he doesn't like food with strong taste, also strong scents!
Z = Zzz ... sleeping on his side, hugging a pillow... also, yael collects some animal plush. he keeps a rabbit one near him, a memory of his childhood. he also listens to music a lot, and would often fall asleep with his earphones still attached to his ears.
ห เฃช ๐ฃฒ โค๏ธ ๐.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ โน take a bet on who can win your soft, stupid heart first
โก. satoru and satoshi rivalled each other for years academically. a constant clash of science and art. but what happens when they decide to compete on something neither of them truly understood? love :: college!au :: smut :: angst :: rich!reader :: toxicity :: toxic views on love :: manipulation :: dry humping :: fingering :: semi-public sex :: p in v :: f.oral :: obsession. . . :: gojo twins
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใwho's always been about order. controlled, calculated order. problem solving and mathematics were his forte. science was his middle name. theoretical, terrifying, something so sharp and straight. with his killer blues glaring through crystal clear, rimless glasses. they called him laplace's demon when he reinvented the theory of negative matter with nothing but a pair of chopsticks and a whiteboard marker. a vicious valedictorian.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใ who's always been about chaos. he was all art, and literature and understanding the complexities of the human mind. practical, havoc induced, with his contacts, loose tie and piercings. they called him a maniacal genius when he wrote the sixteenth chapel into a sequence of ink, paint and chalk smeared numbers across the courtyard concrete. there's a method to the madness. a control only he knows in the chaos. an academic weapon.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใwho's always hated his brother for everything he was. for the challenge he was. the threat to his status quo. somehow the bastard managed to follow him into one of the most prestigious universities in japan. they were doomed to be rivals until the end of time.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใwho always loathed his twin for everything that he represented. for his staunch ways and his prejudiced attitude. science vs art and mind vs heart in a battle that would clamour reality for the centuries to come.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใthought you, the cute little art major who he shared his unfortunate psychology class with, were wasting your time. what was someone like you even doing in this university? you looked puzzled whenever the professor asked questions. glorified your notes in a puke of pink highlights and gel pens. had more charms on your nails than A's to your name. just what was a bimbo doing here? probably daddy's money. no one could say the same about him, at least he earned his spot here. even if his parents did pay the fees.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใunderstood exactly the kind of person you were. the kind who had your head in the clouds and was so disconnected from the world around her. he realised you were a little trustfund princess the day he sat next to you in his theory of art class. it was the way you smiled at him, the way you shook his hand so overly excitedly. bubbly. he didn't have an issue with you, just wished that you committed more of your time to actually understand the theory of humanities and its power rather than just be here for the experience. but what should he expect from a rich kid, right? he had to work hard to be here. get every scholarship he possibly could on his name cause his parents wouldn't waste their time with him.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใhad the idea after yet another heated debate across the law faculty hall. the second he and satoshi returned to their apartment that he, regrettably, shared with himโ he challenged him. to something both of them struggled at: human connection.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใknew better. he really did. he wasn't even sure how the arguement spiralled into the idea of betting on you. the sweet, pretty girl from his art class. but he'd never back down from a challenge with his twin.
"so what?" he huffed, leaning his head on his hand as he slumped back into the couch. "we just compete for her affection?"
"you're always on about how she's brimming with soul and personality," satoru shot from the doorway.
"so let's see which one of us unconventional romantics can get her? an honest challenge isn't it?"
"unconventional romantics is one way to put it." satoshi sighed.
because satoru never understood the heart. to the point where he found love illogical.
and satoshi understood the heart too much. to the point where he found love evil.
so, really. it was an honest, even challenge, wasn't it?
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใwas the first one to make a move. started talking to you moreโ and of course you excitedly spoke back. all bright eyes and bushy tailed. a cute little thing, really. but he knew the human heart and psyche. knew how things like this could be a ploy, a disguise. so he just had to get into your head, find your mask, and reflect whatever that dark part of you really wanted. a prince charming? a heartbreaker? a rebel? love was so. . . gullible. predictable.
it seemed for you, all he had to really do was give you some attention. listen.
"has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" he smiled, full of charm and poetry that all the girls swooned over.
you too, it seemed. typical.
you brightened, bristled. grew flustered and bowed your head with a fluttered little smile. "ah, you really think so? your eyes are pretty, too."
bingo. so the trustfund princess just needed a little attention. this'll be easy.
before he knew it, you were both going out for coffee every wednesday.
he became the guy that saw you. who took you for cute little coffee dates. compared you to music and poetry. who read books with you cuddled under the tree in the courtyard.
as he learnt your heart. learnt your tells. learnt every little, pretty thing about you.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใtried a different approach. he didn't understand the heart, or the mind, but he knew that nothing in this world came for free. humans were all about using one another for their own gain. they confused convenience and allyship for companionship. everyone knew that relationships were built on what you could do for a person, so that's the route he took.
he stopped you after class. stood in front of you and peered down over the rim of his glasses at your big eyes staring back up at him.
"you need help studying, don't you?" he arched his brow. "a tutor for the module? I could help."
and oh, how easily you accepted the offer. all smiles and excited nods. he wondered if you really thought you were fooling anyone with that hopelessly sweet act.
that's how satoru got his hands on you. every friday afternoon he invited you back to his apartment to tutor you in whatever psyche module was your newest bane.
acts of service. that's how he'd get your heart. by showing you how much he could do for you.
"I feel bad taking up so much of your time," you pouted one afternoon. "I'm sorry you're always so busy helping me."
"don't you worry about that," he hummed, not once looking up from the textbook. "anything for a pretty girl like you."
when he heard your breath hitch was when he knew he had a chance.
he became the guy that took care of you. writing you notes when you'd miss a class. helping you with your homework. setting up little study dates and even introducing you to his video games.
as he learnt your mind. what you truly lacked: someone to help you.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใwas the first one who got something physical out of you. he knew how to time it, when to do it. when the sun dipped perfectly into the horizon and bathed the campus in its golden, purple hues. when the atmosphere would spin into something out of a fairytale and you were both leaning against one of the outer railings. prattling on about the newest book you'd been reading together.
he made sure to suggest the book. made sure it was romance. to get into your feels. make you think he was the prince and you were his fated princess.
it was all clockwork, really.
when you laughed at one of his jokes, he fixed some of your hair. leaned in real close. smiled at you.
when your eyes fluttered and your heart stuttered.
when your breath hitched.
and you whispered his name.
"can I?" he asked, pressing a thumb to your cheek. soft, sensual. because giving pretty girls choices made their heart flutter.
you nodded, of course. so shy. so his, whether you knew it or not.
he pressed his lips to yours. kissed you like something out of a fantasy. the climax in which the male lead finally confesses to the female protagonist and they burst in a travesty of love and affection.
he cupped your face with both hands, like in the books. yanked you closer and kissed your breathless, like in the movies.
and when you whimpered against his lips and clung to his jacket, he parted with panting breaths and a hushed whisper.
"you're beautiful, babydoll." he murmured into your mouth, nipped at your lip.
when you teared up, he knew. he had you wrapped around his little finger.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใkissed you shortly after. nothing overly theatric and carefully cemented like his brother did. he didn't have time for that. and in his experience, girls never wanted that. they never wanted the prince charming or the perfect guy. they wanted the rough one. the one who would love, and leave them, and break their hearts but still call them his.
it was during another study session. you were getting more comfortable with him. so touchy, so affectionate, so hopelessly human in everything that you did.
it was when you answered a question right during his little pop quiz. got all shy when he expressed praise and slipped an "accidental" good girl.
"what's the matter?" he drawled, when your eyes couldn't meet his. you fiddled with your fingers. tried to make up some excuse.
satoru snatched your chin between his forefinger and thumb. made you face him. saidโ
"eyes on me, sweetheart."
as he brushed a thumb over your lower lip. stirred your fluster and drew you closer.
"y'know, I've been helping you out sooo much these past few weeks," he crooked his head, smirked. something faint, velvet, so uncharacteristic that he knew it got to you. he saw it in the way you pressed your thighs together.
"don't you wanna. . . give me a little gratitude?"
the kiss was rough. desperate. you kissed him back as if you were waiting for it all your life. clung your arms around his neck and let him pin you back into the table.
kisses turned into makeoutsโ turned into touchesโ turned into dry humping over the sprawl of notes and textbooks.
this is what girls wanted, right? unpredictability? someone rough and reckless?
he could be all of that. in a calculated, unexpected way for someone like him.
he held you through your shaking body and whimpered whines. flipped your skirt up and humped the thick curve of his erection into your panties. nurturing the heat until your sweet cunt twitched against him through the fabric.
"this what you wanted when you came here today?" he grunted from above you, gripping beneath your jaw and holding your head to the table as you soaked through your panties.
"that why you wore that skirt? wanted me to rub on your pretty panties and make that cute cunt all slutty f'me?"
he ground just right on your clit until your spasmed again. onceโ twiceโ until your thighs were ruined together with the notes.
he didn't go any further than that. makeouts, humping and dirty talk until you were a hiccuping mess in his arms.
just so that he could confirm that you were that kind of girl.
just so that he could prove to himself that even a stuckup nerd like him could make a pretty girl whine without even touching her properly.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใfollowed shortly after on your body, too. poor girls who craved attention were just so easy. he knew how to play you like the strings of his guitar. he made you feel special, made you feel seen, made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. his pretty babydoll.
really, it was only a matter of time before you found yourself in his lap in some private study room of the library.
grinding on him so desperately. kissing him so sweetly. acting like an angel when he knew what a depraved little thing you really were.
like he said, love was an evil thing. a predictable thing.
all it took were some sweet words to your ear and some little touches before you were squirming on him.
clinging to his neck while he pulled your panties aside and played with your clit. whispered all tenderly for you to be quiet. to be his "good babydoll" while he made you feel good for doing sooooo well all semester.
praise, that's what you needed to feel seen.
"such a cute little clit," he cooed to your ear, one hand squeezing your ass while the other swirled his thumb over the nub. nuzzling into your neck and kissing your cheek when you shuddered and whimpered.
"sshhhh babydoll, just giving you a little treat. you can be quiet for me, can't you?"
oh, watching you try while you squirmed on his fingers that fucked you knuckle-deep was such a sight.
your thighs quivered. soaked. filthy cream bubbled on his knuckles as he pumping two fingers endlessly in your slick velvet. massaging your walls and rubbing your sweetspot. spitting on your clit and swirling his thumb on the poor nub while encouraging you to ride his hand.
"there you go babydoll, that's it." satoshi pressed a tender kiss to your lips while his fingers were anything but. fucking into you fast and feral. stringing your slick all over.
"gonna cum for me? yeah? know you are baby. c'mon, take what's yours. what you deserve."
and oh, you earned it all right. spasming all over his hand and whining into his neck while you pitifully rode his palm. bucking and hiccuping as you begged him.
begged him for more.
so really, could he be blamed for fucking you then and there? he was just giving you what you wanted.
fuck, you squeezed him so good. thighs quivering in his palms and your face limped in his shoulder as he throbbed so deeply within you.
"soooo big," you whimpered.
"yeah? but fuck, you're taking it all sooooo well," he squeezed your ass and pressed a smooch to your temple. ground his hips up in that filthy, deep roll that had you hiccuping little sobs into him. "gonna fuck my girl like she deserves. such a pretty girl taking cock so perfectly."
oh, how he fucked you. shallow, and rough, and maddening. pummeling your poor pussy and smooching your cervix with every pound. as his praises never once ceased on your ear.
he wasn't sure how many times you fluttered and splattered around him. only that you were good at it.
"messing me so much, mngh. wanna do this every day?" he breathed, rough. playing with your clit while he relentlessly hammered inside of you. "wanna cum 'round my cock every day? be my little cocksleeve princess?"
"m-mhhm!" you sobbed into your shoulder, gripping to his back as you helplessly rocked with him. "please s'toshiโ please, please please. feels so so good. I love you." you croaked.
you were too dazed to realise he hadn't said it back.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใdidn't say it back, either. when he had you on your back on his couch. with your eyes rolled and your hands quivering in his fluffy white hair. your thighs spread and your chest stuttering like a poor bird as he worked between your thighs. tongue and mouth ravaging you into a teary, whimpering mess.
"I-I love youโ I love you toruโ" you croaked, reaching down for his hand that held your thigh tight.
he only laced a pinkie with yours.
didn't say a thing as he kissed filthy smooches up to your clit and circled sharp with his tongue.
"yeah baby?" he cooed, slick dripping down his bobbing throat as he lapped beneath your clit with the flat of his tongue. staring up at you through his fogged up glasses. "love me? love toru's tongue so much?"
"s'much!"
"needy little slut."
his chuckle rumbled into you as he slobbered his way back to your slit. licking, kissing, sucking and sucking. he squished your thighs tight and shoved them back further. put your poor, swollen cunt on vulnerable display and slithered his tongue in. fucking you on the reckless muscle and grinding his nose and the bridge of his glasses into your clit while you spasmed.
you painted his face. again and again. until you were clawing at his hair and whining his name like a prayer. begging for a break. for mercy.
he just pushed you higher into overstimulation. made you sob his name. recorded the evidence for his brother.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใhates to say that he actually jerked off to that needy little audio of you squealing and sobbing for his brother's tongue. fuck, you were so pathetic.
he had a pair of your panties that he pocketed from the first time he'd fucked you. bunched around his dick and fisting it into a frothing, cumming mess at the thought of you.
his head tossed back on the bed. his mouth hung open and deep groans rumbling through the room as his hand delivered a nasty shlick shlick shlick rhythm. as he thought about your pretty body. your pink nails that dug into him. the way you listened and opened up for him so easily. that sweet cunt of yours.
that pretty smile.
those doe eyes.
that gorgeous laugh.
waitโ
his cock spilled at that last thought. shot into your pair of ruined panties. his face tipping into his pillow as he helplessly bucked into his pillow with your name shuddered on his lips.
and a horrible realisation in his mind.
wait.
fuck.
why the hell was he cumming to the thought of your. . . smile? oh no.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใrealised it too. devastatingly. he'd seen you with someone else in class. laughing away with some mindless punk he didn't even remember the name of. as you showed them your textbook and they helped you through some topic that you didn't understand. it was the way you thanked them. hugged them.
was he. . . jealous?
no, jealousy was a futile human emotion, and satoru was not about uselessness. he only did things that benefited him. that were logical.
so why did the thought of you relying on someone else twist a pit in his gut?
it hit him like a brutal black hole after class, when he'd given you study notes that he hand wrote especially for you.
you threw your arms around his neck with an adorable little, "thank you toru!"
and smooched his cheek. left behind your cherry lipgloss on his face as you trotted off so happily.
he realised with terror. that it was an undeniable fact. something that was irrevocably apart of the universe, now. written in the stars.
his heart was fluttering.
and it was all for you.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใrefused to believe it. that he'd actually grown fond of you. that maybe, just maybe. the love that he thought to be so evil and predictable was actually. . . the thing stuttering his heart every time he looked at you.
he'd spend so much times learning about all your tells. understanding every little thing about you so that he could spin your perfect fantasyโ that he hadn't realised when you became his. when he stopped pretending.
this was bad. this was very bad. he couldn't love. love made people do stupid things. love wasn't something real. it was fabricated, it was romanticised, it was. . . it was.
exactly what he felt for you whenever you ran over to catch up to him when he was leaving campus.
whenever you threw your arms around him in that warm hug and prattled to him during your wednesday coffee dates.
backlit by the golden afternoon light. when the sun dipped just perfectly into the horizon and bathed you in a gold, purple, perfect glow.
you were.
a fantasy. reality.
and now when he kissed you. cupped your face just like the first time. he meant it.
he really wanted you to be his.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใkept up the act. because he'd be damned if his bastard twin best him at anything.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใbit the bullet and continued with the challenge. because no way was his jackass of a brother beating him in anything ever again.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoru ๊ฑ ใwasn't sure how you found out. you saw notifications pop up on his lock screen while he was getting you both snacks from the kitchen. texts from his brother.
you didn't confront him. you just. . . cried.
holding his phone, looking at him with those doe eyes so shattered.
he tried to console you. tried to explain. he was never good at that.
"s-so what I was justโ just a bet? is that it?" you croaked.
he said something stupid. he panicked.
said you started it when you were so desperate for attention that you slutted it up for twins.
you left the apartment in tears. and for the first time in his lifeโ facts didn't comfort satoru anymore. because facts told him it was all his fault.
โกห เฃช ใ ๊ฐ nerd!satoshi ๊ฑ ใtried to call you that night after he finished his late lecture as routine, only to find out his number had been blocked.
and that he had several missed calls from satoru.
he knew before he even called him back what had happened.
"how could you be so stupid?" he hissed over the line when his twin explained. raking a hand through his hair.
they weren't even arguing, for once.
satoru was silent. too silent.
satoshi was emotional. too emotional.
it's when they both realised. devastatingly. terrifyingly.
"you love her." satoshi stated, a fact.
"you do too." satoru whispered, a conviction.
in the silence, something burned. now, the challenge shifted.
on who could get you back. who could make you theirs. who deserved you in their own twisted way.
because when a crazy scientist learns that love is one addictive chemical,
and when a maniacal genius unlocks the dangerous side to passion in his artist mind.
science and art mould into something deadly.
the mind and the heart shatter into something darker.
when two individuals who obscured the meaning of love so twisted in their own philosophy. something ticks. festers. something like.
obsession.
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Hey Iro, can we also get Klein and Yael husband headcanons?? <333
I'll answer Klein in the next post (because it's too long to fit two characters in here)
๐Yael as your husband :
He feels like the luckiest man alive for marrying you and be able to call you, his spouse. Yael the kind of man that would cry from happiness after declaring his vows during marriage ceremony lol
He ideally wants three children, biological or adopted, but only after talking it through with you. No matter what, your health, happiness, and comfort matter more to him than having children.
If no children, he would want to raise some dogs with you. Or some rabbits. Please just raise both to make him happy.
Very reliable, protective and loving.
He naturally takes care of the heavier household tasks- lifting, repairs, anything physically demanding, but would happily take care of any tasks that needs to be done. On days he's too tired to do so right away, he communicates and rests before finishing up.
He would be the first to wake up every morning regardless of if you're the type to stay home/prefer to work as well. Making you something to eat/drink every morning is a must.
He prefers to keep working as he wants to financially provide for you, but he can also be a stay-at-home dad (literally malewife activities) if you tell him to.
He always sets aside time for just the two of you, and for family time with the children.
Compared to when you two were dating, he's bolder in his affection as a husband, more flirtatious, playful and far more likely to initiate physical closeness and intimacy without hesitating.
"My love, I've got Sunday at 5PM planned for us at the restaurant nearby. My mom and the girls are really excited to have [child's name] for the evening. And it's been such a hectic week looking after [child's name], haha... so I thought we'd take some time to relax togetherโฆ just us. Maybe look a little too pretty for me while you're at it, too?" [kisses your forehead]
Holding you has become a subconscious thing for him to do. Example: when shopping together, he will casually reach for your waist and holds you close while he continues to browse items. Please don't point it out, though... he will get shy.
Stress makes him withdraw into silence, finding comfort in cooking or baking alone. You'll have to trust him that he'll talk when he's ready, or... if you gently draw him out.
You will also be meeting his family every now and then!
โก โหโง ๐ฅ.๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. doesn't realise that his mean girl fuck buddy is obsessed with him. . . & is dropping off bodies in his dorm for him to feed.
ห เฃชเซฎโ yandere!reader :: toxic obsession :: dark aspects :: possessiveness :: murder :: violence :: reader is fucking insane :: blood drinking :: smut :: obsessions with being killed by a vampire. . . :: p in v :: fuck buddies :: blood play :: handjob :: biting :: public sex :: satoru drinks from dead animals :: guys something is wrong with reader เฃชแ เฃชห
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห struggled with his bloodlust day in and day out. one thing that vampires often glossed over was the sheer, carnal, instability of being a young vampire. think hormonesโ but instead of sex, risks and emotional meltdowns, you're two seconds from draining your peers down in the middle of the hallway.
satoru often distracted himself with his studies. nose buried in a book and hands writing equations and essays until they cramped. anything that kept him from the dryness in his throat, the swelling in his fangs, and the disgusting, devastating need to tear into something fresh and tear it open until it stopped squirming.
another thing he could distract those violent thoughts with? sex.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห wished he could say that his sex life was something he could ground himself in. but alas, that's where you came in.
pretty, preppy, popular and so. fucking. pretentious.
the perfect princess in his bio lab and unfortunately his lab partner. with more insults on your sharp tongue than charms on your nails. as bratty as you were beautiful. something infuriatingly and infatuatingโ wrapped in a pink ribbon and audaciously high stilettos.
he fucked you once. back of the library. you just pushes him too far that night and before he knew it; your shoulders were cramped into the bookshelf and your knees were over his shoulders. heels digging into his shoulder blades and pretty, sharp nails gripping onto the shelf. as he pulled your skimpy little panties aside and fucked you with the kind of dick that stupid nerds like him shouldn't have.
satoru remembers the way you went dumb on his cock. how you squeezed, and squirted, and sobbed for him until every bratty trace had slid off in drool on your limp tongue.
fuck, he remembers how he felt every thrum of your heart, your pulse. how he wanted to sink his fangs so far into your throat that you'd never bitch at him again.
he didn't, of course.
he wished he stopped there. wished he didn't come back as much as he did. wished he could just say no to the campus' bratty princess and her attitude problem.
but alas, he loved your pussy. and loved fucking the brattiness right out of it. even if you gave him hell for it.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห didn't know that your bitchiness concealed something deeper. darker:
obsession.
it frustrated you at first. the fact that the loser nerd was clouding up your mind more than the latest gossip and your dreadful assignments.
it was whenever he glared at you over those rimless glasses. you got all hot and bothered. had to stop yourself from pressing your thighs together under your plaited skirt.
it was when he answered questions in class. so confident and calm. how his voice thrummed a chord in you that had you abandoning a party just to hump your pillow to the thought of him.
it was the way he never backed down from your attitude. how he dished it back. bit back. no one had ever done that before. most guys either gave you what you wanted or flat out ignored you.
satoru though. . . he was different.
so really, should you be blamed for all the pictures you took of him? for that pen you stole from him to touch yourself with in the girls' bathroom? for all the little souvenirs you started collecting?
you knew his routine. knew his classes. knew his favourite cafe and the exact order of his drink: something sweet.
you could be sweet for him. so sweet. if he'd just let you.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห was supposedly the hunterโ and yet he didn't know he was being stalked. didn't know that hungry eyes lingered from beneath mascara and perfect eyeliner.
you followed him whenever you had the chance. just to learn more about him. his likes, dislikes, anything that you could use to make yourself perfect for him. the object of his every desire. to drive his obsession with you the same way he had so crudely ruined your mind.
the nerd wanted you obsessed with him? you'd show him obsession.
so imagine your disgust when one day, in the dead of night when all had gone quiet and even the insects vowed silenceโ you heard it. soft, and strained.
"s-sat. . . satoru. . ."
coming from around the dorm building. somewhere concealed by the hedges. the gardens.
was he. . . fucking someone else?
jealousy spurred in your sinner heart as you drove forward before you could stop yourself. somehow not breaking an ankle in your high heels as you slipped through the hedges until you could catch sight of him.
sure enoughโ a shock of white hair caught your attention. pale hands pinning another's to the brick wall. his tall body hunched over him.
hell burned in your eyes. in your balled hands and your nails that dug into your palms. how could he.
how could heโ
the person's eyes were wide. not with pleasure.
terror.
they spot you lingering. locked eyes with your cold glare. reached shaky fingers out in a gesture that you could only decipher as a cry for help.
and only then did you see the deep, dark liquid dripping down their throat. exactly where satoru buried his face into.
the street lamps glinted at just the right angle. showed just enough.
your eyes widened when you realised exactly what it was.
when you saw his fangs. heard him gulping.
without a doubt, that was blood.
satoru's jaw was latched onto their throat. his nails digging into their wrists. his adam's apple bobbing as he. . .
drank.
your mind scrambled. nerves tense. muscles frozen.
you should have ran.
you should have ran, should have screamed, should have jumped out of your very skin because what you were staring at was something that wasn't human.
instead?
you. . . pressed your thighs together.
and vanished from the scene as quick as you could. not from fear, but because of the throbbing dampness in your panties.
you weren't stupid. you knew exactly what that was. what he was.
and it. . . aroused you.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห didn't bat an eye when your attitude problem seemed to grow by the day. he knew you by now. knew what you wanted. you pissed him off to get a reaction out of him. so that he could push you down into a desk in some abandoned classroom and fuck you until your knees jittered and your pretty panties were stained in his cum.
what he didn't realise was that you had another incentive now.
a new obsession.
after that night outside the dorm buildings, you dived head first into research. the biology of it allโ vampirism.
folklore, documentaries, myths, whatever you could get your hands on. call it a hypothesis.
and what's the first thing about any hypothesis? field research. so of course you dedicated more hours to your watchful activities over your nerdy classmate.
you saw it again. saw him drain someone dry. saw him clean his fangs in the morning. saw him drink from birds in the night. your theory was correct.
and it fucking turned you on.
made you wanna be in their shoes. the bird in his clawed grasp. the bloodbag clutched in his palms. the victim under his fangs as he drained you dry of everything you had to offer.
for someone who just found out that their hatefuck buddy wasn't human, you sure had your priorities straight.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห wasn't quite sure what was going on. lately, he hasn't had to go rob a hospital, catch a bird, or pick out a new classmate to sink his fangs into.
they were delivered right to his door.
dead birds outside his dorm complex. in the gardens. convenient. with finals approaching, he never really questioned it. too buzzed on caffeine and too tired from hours hunched over a textbook to really care.
what did have him questioning, though?
the bodies.
dumped outside where the birds were. on the verge of death. puncture wounds in their throat and bleeding out.
he never could control himself.
feed first, ask questions later.
he'd drag them into his dorm. lay them out on his bed and feast to his heart's content. until his legs were shaking and he was gasping.
only then would he look at the puncture wounds. another vampire in town?
maybe trying to make an ally? he'd have to find them and personally thank them for giving him a little boost for dreadful finals.
little did he know that the "puncture wounds" were inflicted by your favourite pencil.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห didn't question the rise in your sexual encounters. how your attitude seemed solely directed on him. how you bitched more, sneered harder, seemingly did everything in your power to drive him up the wall until he snapped and dragged you off to either finger you in an empty hallway or fuck you in the bathroom stall.
didn't question the way you'd grip his hair and bury his face into your neck. how you'd slip into his lap and smother him in yourself. how you wanted to be as close to him as possible.
he thought you needy.
what you really were was desperate.
desperate for him to lose that pesky restraint you noticed he had around you. desperate to snap his control so that he buried his fangs into whatever part of you he desired and drained you dry.
you wanted it. your blood on his fangs. your hands in his hair while he did it. your cunt clenching around his cock too.
let him shatter you, take you, ruin youโ death by his hands started to sound like the sweetest fantasy.
it's what got you squirting around him every time he buried himself balls-deep. what had you sensitive to the smallest touches. with his face buried between your thighs and his glasses fogged.
you'd squeeze around his head. hope you'd allure him enough to lose his mind and bite on your thigh. gorge on your blood like he did your pussy.
if only.
if only.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห swore he tasted blood on your lipstick.
you were starting to get desperate. starting to grow tired of squeezing, and squirting, and sobbing for himโ hoping he'd finally lose it. hoping he'd take you in another way that wasn't just fucking you stupid into his mattress.
so that's when you did it. you were already killing off students and dragging their bodies to that same damned gardenโ would this really make you any more of a sinner?
it was just a few droplets. three to be exact. not enough for you to notice. but enough that he would.
you kissed him at every opportunity you had. pushing him into the lockers in the middle of the hallway. crashing your lips into his and loving the way his whole body ticked up. how he froze.
god, a sick part of you wanted him to drain you in front of everyone.
you kissed him in the library, in the study room, the cafeteria, wherever you could get your hands on him just so you could feel his shake on your waist.
bingo.
you might just be getting this nerd obsessed with you after all.
ห เฃช๊ฐ VAMPIRE NERDJO ๊ฑ หห didn't like that thought. the idea of needing you more than for just some desperate fuck to keep his mind off of his bloodlust.
now? he was really starting to imagine you in his bed whenever he pushes another body into his sheets and stained them scarlet.
maybe that's why he didn't stop your bolder touches. how you seemed to stop caring about being seen with him in public. how you wanted him at every hour of the day.
maybe, just maybe.
whatever he was feeling was threading a line on something dangerous.
it's why he didn't stop you when you got touchy with him. one late friday night in the lab. jerking him off under the table when you both should be dedicating the time to your looming research deadline.
instead: his head was tossed back. blunt nails digging into the smooth lab table as his glasses fogged and condensed with his heavy pants.
"fuckโ fuck. 'm gonna cum if you don't stopโ" he huffed, free hand gripping around your wrist as you squeezed him at the base.
your eyes were dilated. dare he say feral. he's been seeing that look from you more and more lately.
it throbbed that prominent underside vein of his.
"yeah, toru?" you cooed, sweet. sweeter than you had been to him all semester.
he wasn't sure why you were taking such a deep interest in him. maybe it was the way he filled you up. the way he fucked you. how desperate he sounded as he fucked his hips up into your hand in a lab where the professor could very well trot back into.
your wrist rotated. something sharp glinted in his peripheral. with his eyes fluttering and his breath heavy, he hadn't had the chance to catch sight of what was happening between his legs beforeโ
he smelt it.
cutting, metallic, oh so fucking sweet.
his stare shot open. wide. pupils and irises shrinking as his eyes snapped down to your hand.
you were bleeding.
worse, you were smiling.
before he could shove you off and scamper awayโ you squeezed around his tip. harsh. with your fucking.
bleeding hand.
"waitโ" he rasped.
your pace turned filthy. squeezing his cock and fucking him with your fist, using your blood as the lube.
your sweet, sinful, sanity-shattering blood.
the gums around his fangs swelled. his nostrils flared. eyes wide and flickering at the ceilingโ and yet all he could do was needily buck into your pumping hand and whine from the back of his throat.
your thumb shoved to his tip. smearing blood with cum as you rubbed at the slit of his cock. squeezed with your other hand at his throbbing balls until his eyes rolled up.
until his fangs were on full display and he almost.
almost.
lost himself and shoved you to the table. buried his fangs into whatever part of you he found first and drained you dry while your hand went limp around his dick.
"oh my god," he croaked, whispy bangs sticking to his forehead and glasses strewn over the bridge of his nose as pleasure and bloodlust crashed on him in a dizzying, devastating splurge of sin.
and you?
still so sweet. still so fucking insane.
jerking him off with your own blood. even as his hips bucked and he snatched you by the wrist. held you tight. as his cock tensed, and trembledโ and finally tipped over the edge.
thick, creamy ropes mixed with the smears of red. pouring down his dick and staining your hand that squeezed him still.
until all that came from his mouth was desperate little whimper.
till all he could think about wasโ
scarlet consumed blue. swallowing his irises into something carnal. violent.
his hand shot to your wrist. cramped it. with his sheer strength he shot to his feet and shoved you into the desk. dug his thumb into your wound and sneered above you as the scent of your blood finally pushed him over the edgeโ
satoru's not sure what made him snap out of it.
he was certain that he'd buried his face into whatever vein or artery he could and drank until you were nothing more but a memory on his tongue.
he didn't know when he pulled away.
when he scampered off.
all he knew was that his back was slamming into the locked door of his dark dorm once he was inside. that his pants were still unbuttoned and that he'd haphazardly shoved his cock back into them when he pried himself away from you.
his breathing heavy. ragged.
hand on his heart.
eyes fixed to the ceiling.
cock still stained in your sweet. . . sinful. blood.
a trembling hand raked down his face as he caught his breath.
did you see his eyes? see his fangs? did you understand that he was about to bring you to death rather than an orgasm?
his exhaustion and shock told him you didn't know. that you didn't know a damn thing. that you were just a crazy bitch who was into some freaky blood play.
and that he just overreacted.
yeah. overreacted. he needed a shower. needed to think of anything else but you.
you.
obsessed, crazy, fanatic little you.
still in that lab with his cum mixed with your blood in your hand.
staring at your palm as you breathed, heavy. heated. your free hand slipped under your skirt. between your thighs.
with your mind on him. him. that loser of a nerd. that demon of the night.
your dreadful, dangerous obsession.
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