#Toilet-bound

[kotton-kandy953]

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➛ yandere!make tbhk oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.1k┆warnings: blood/gore depictions, slight harassment, description of a dead body┆about you: y/n l/n is tsukasa yugi's human assistant (taking place of sakura) whom he fell madly in love with┆a/n: I made who Tsukasa killed anonymous because it's just easier that way.

TSUKASA Y. x ASSISTANT ! READER

You stood there in horror at the ghastly sight in front of you. The phone you were going to use to call for help hit the cold, bloody floor with a thud.

The amount of blood splattered and smeared on their dead body and the surrounding area was sickening.

Your eyes were bloodshot as you looked around the dimly-lit and gruesome murder scene.

Looking up at the wall facing yourself, the words "SHE'S MINE" sloppily written in fresh crimson blood made your eyes glassy with tears.

Why would he do this...?

The more you thought about it, the heavier your erratic breathing became.

You couldn't think straight.

You couldn't think at all.

"Shh...~"

Came a familiar boyish voice from behind you, seemingly trying to calm you down from your post-panic attack.

Or at least that's what it felt like.

The boy's clacking shoes echoed through the room as he made his way closer and closer to your petrified being.

A bloody hand was placed over your closed mouth, causing your (e/c) eyes to jolt around in fear.

You could hear soft giggling from the boy behind you as your screams of fear and discomfort were muffled by his cold hand.

You gripped his wrist and tried your hardest to pry his cold hands off your mouth. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't get him to let you go.

"Y/n... shh~, be quiet." His cold breath hits your ear, sending cold chills down your core.

He continues to whisper in you ear, attempting to soothe your nerves but only making them worse.

"If you scream..."  Tsukasa continues while lightly tugging at your uniform dress' sleeve, "...it's going to be your blood splattered on the walls next~"

The boy whispered in your ear, his cold breath fanned against your skin.

He purposely blew in your ear, a smirk forming on his pale face.

You blushed from all of the physical contact you were receiving from him.

You always knew he was touchy and clingy, but this just feels like you're more of a lover to him than an assistant.

It made you uncomfortable.

He pressed his cold cheek against yours, you could feel his demented smile growing larger. You trembled with fear and tightly shut your eyes.

Then you nodded, complying with his rules to stay silent.

"Good girl~"  Tsukasa hums in satisfaction as he pulls you closer against him by your waist. You squirmed against his restraints but to no avail.

"Hey... stop moving so much." He mumbles in a pouty tone. "I won't hurt ya..."

Tsukasa lightly traces circles and shapes on your waist area. His chest was still pressed firmly against your back.

You stopped trying to fight against him, knowing that it'll all just be in vain.

"You're a really obedient girl aren't you...?"

Tsukasa swiftly turned you around to face him.

Tsukasa looks over your body adoringly.

You can't help but notice the overwhelming and unsettling amount of love in his Amber eyes.

You felt disgusted by how sickeningly sweet he was to you.

"...I like that about you..."

He continues as he wipes the blood off your mouth that his hand had stained there with the sleeve of his black kimono.

"...Naive..."

He leans in close to your ear, whispering, "easy to manipulate..."

You gasped softly as you felt his lips graze your ear ever so slightly.

The boy suddenly shows an expression of pity, "There, there. Stop crying, pretty girl..." He mumbled.

You hadn't even noticed yourself that you were crying.

Have you been this whole time?

Your face felt hotter at his closeness and soft touch. Despite your current circumstances, Tsukasa made you feel... warm?

Or he did.

Without warning nor hesitation, the boy pulled you even closer to himself by your waist. You could feel his chest against yours as he crashed his cold lips against yours in an intense and forceful kiss.

You felt yourself taken aback and shocked from the sudden impact, he just pulled you in tighter.

Tsukasa's blood-stained fingers caressed your (s/c) face while the other hand tangled through the (h/t) of your (h/c) hair.

For this was your first kiss, you were confused as to how to react.

You couldn't find it in yourself to enjoy any of this.

It just feels so... so fake.

Your eyes shot open in surprise as you felt Tsukasa's mouth open and he let his tongue slip into yours. At this, you shut your eyes and gripped onto his black Kimono.

It's sad that you couldn't even enjoy the excitement and bliss of your first kiss because of this sociopath stealing it from you like it's nothing.

He had just bludgeoned someone to death.

And is making-out with you with their blood still staining his hands.

Continuous tears rolled down your (s/c) face, even as he kissed you.

The lovesick boy pulled away from your lips and looked you dead in the eyes.

His piercing amber irises sent shivers down your spine every time you made eye contact with him.

"I was right..."

He moves his hand that was messing with your hair down your chin to lift it up. A playful grin forms on his face as he turns your head to the side.

The other hand starts tracing hearts on your cheek with the blood of his victim.

"...they do taste like lemons~"

A sinister smile curves his flushed lips as he notices the fear on your face.

"Oh, please don't be scared, my pretty girl~" Tsukasa whispers comfortingly in your ear and wipes your tears.

"It's okay, it's okay," Tsukasa pats your head, "they're at peace now~"

You couldn't believe it.

Is he implying that he put them to rest!?

After torturing them to death and playing with their blood like finger-paint!?

"T- Tsukasa... please... let me go." You managed to mumble out.

The constant fear, anger and confusion hitting you back to back overwhelmed you.

"I might..." he runs his thumb over your bottom lip which is also flushed and bruised from the kiss. "...only if you let me love you..." He stares directly into your soul

"...always and Forever”

[songedunenuitdete]

Toilet-bound Hanako-Kun T11 de AidaIro

⭐J'ai lu Toilet-bound Hanako-Kun T11 de AidaIro sorti chez @pikaedition 👻🦋 Ce onzième tome fut une très bonne lecture et comme d’habitude, je reste au taquet concernant la suite.

Mon avis : Avec la fin du tome 10, j’étais pressée de retrouver nos personnages pour savoir s’ils allaient pouvoir sortir de cet étrange monde imaginé par le quatrième mystère de l’école. Si vous n’avez pas lu le précédent, sachez juste que l’on découvre une nouvelle facette de Hanako, peut-être pas la plus agréable même si dans un sens on peut comprendre sa démarche. Nene va donc devoir tout…

[shai0113]

hi 👻

[cattnipt]

then eventually, we'll forget!!

[mysteriousmissme]

oh we’re so dead we’re actually getting the picture perfect arc it’s getting animated.

[mysteryno4]

[poolseason]

no one can make it to the moon

[krinklefry87]

[picmitsuba]

kou minamoto you son of a gun 🚬

[cta-nagito]

[worm2stringsideblog]

saw a post about drawing hananene like the cover art to three cheers for sweet revenge so you know I had to do it

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃

➛ yandere!male tbhk oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.4k┆warnings: cursing, blood, kidnapping, mentions of murder/death┆about you: y/n l/n is hanako-kun's human assistant (taking place of yashiro nene) and has met tsukasa multiple times before.

TSUKASA Y. x SHY ! BLACK ! READER

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@ LiatheQuasadia on Wattpad

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You groaned in discomfort as you squinted your (e/c) eyes to adjust to the blinding ceiling lights. You tried to lift your hands to block them, but something was holding them in place.

Your hands were tightly cuffed to the arms of an oddly fancy dining chair.

"Huh!?" You shouted in confusion and struggled to free them. In shock and panic, you looked around the beautifully decorated room.

What is going on!? You thought to yourself.

The first thing you noticed when looking around was a medium sized table with only one other chair, similar to the one you're sitting in at the moment.

A tea party, perhaps?

Wait... tea party...

You've been here before.

"Why am I here again...?" You whispered to yourself in pure confusion. You couldn't believe you were dumb enough to be kidnapped by them and brought to the exact same room twice.

As you were trying to recall the events of the last tea party, you looked back down at your gloved hands trapped to the chair with these oddly fancy handcuffs.

Did you have this same outfit on earlier?

You were sure you were wearing the high school girl's uniform before you passed out.

But now, your form was clad in a totally different, and beautiful, black dress.

It was one totally different than last time too.

But that wasn't the only thing that caught your attention.

What also caught your attention, other than the strange black dress, was the crimson splattered on it and your white gloves.

Everywhere.

"Wh- what's going on...!?" You panicked, starting to squirm in attempts to free your white-gloved hands from their cuffed prison.

As you struggled and fought against your restraints, (e/c) eyes frantically darted around the extravagantly decorated room in desperation.

You were hoping to find a way to escape, maybe even another person that could in any way help you.

I need to get out of here... you thought, where even was I before this mess!?

You tried rerunning your thoughts from the past few hours so you could figure out what the hell is going on.

But apparently that didn't matter to someone.

Shattering your thoughts was a strangely familiar, and playful boy's voice.

He sounded like he was only a few years younger than you.

"You look so pretty when you're tied up, Y/n…!"

Your pupils dilated after realizing who the sudden voice belonged to.

You also cringed at his flirty remark.

the boyish-singsongy tone rang louder as he got closer and closer to your chair from behind.

Before you could even reply to his odd statement, two ice-cold hands were softly placed on your mouth, muffling your sounds of resistance and struggle.

You could hear some giggling as the familiar boy rests his chin on top of your head, "Do you remember me?..." he spoke in a playful, yet pouty tone.

"..."

"Oh right!" He giggles and lifts his hands up. "You can't respond because I'm covering your pretty mouth!~"

"Do ya remember me?" He asks with a playful tone. "Don't tell me you don't~" he lifts his head up and starts to play with your (h/c) curly hair.

You looked down, "Uh, Y- yeah... I do." You nodded slowly.

"Really!?" Tsukasa rests one of his hands on yours the the other on the back frame of the chair as he peers over at you from the side.

You looked at him, finally, you got a view of his face.

His... his blood splattered face.

You nervously nodded, trying to ignore the blood everywhere.

Seeing that, he cheered happily.

You didn't understand why you wouldn't remember him.

You might not remember everything he's done but you do remember the tea party and with the pink ghost boy...

...what was his name...?

"You don't talk a lot do ya?" He poked your face and you just gave him an awkward look.

"N- no...?"

He wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, only smearing it further.

"...If you were anyone else," he continued, "you'd be kicking and screaming to be free."

Tsukasa put his hands behind his back and walked around the chair to be in front of you.

You looked him up and down, the blood on his black Kimono and white shirt was far too much for the person he could've hurt to be alive.

There was even more on your dress skirt though.

"But you..."

His words snapped you out of your thoughts immediately.

He brings his bloodied hands up to caress the soft skin on your (s/c) face, "...you're different."

You cringed as you felt the blood and his hands stain your face.

You fought off tears as he caressed you. His touch felt too soft... too loving...

It was sickening.

Even his usually piercing stare seemed softer and more romantic.

"Y/n..." he softly mutters, causing (e/c)'s to jolt over to him. "...Are you okay... you look like you're about to cry..."

Tsukasa placed his hands on yours and moved in closer to your face. "What's wrong…?”

You blinked a few times while looking his bloodied form up and down.

It really creeped you out how playful and flirty he was about this despite being covered in blood that isn't his.

"Uh... Ts- Tsukasa..." you mumbled and shut your eyes.

"Yeah!? What's up??" He perked up after hearing your voice.

His piercing amber eyes intently stared into your (e/c) one's as you spoke.

"How did I... get here...?" You looked around the room once more. He tapped his index finger against his chin as if he was thinking.

"Hmm..." His smile disappeared as he continued, "I knocked you out." He replied bluntly.

"You wouldn't willingly come with me, wouldja??" He stared at you, making you more nervous and anxious than you already were.

"N- no but..."

"How else would I have gotten you here then...?" He giggled, his expression going back to normal.

"Anymore questions for me, pretty girl?"

Before asking your last question, You balled your hands up in fists and took a deep breath. You weren't completely ready from the unknown answer he was going to give you.

You asked slowly and almost silently, "Who's blood is this...?"

Tears already started to prick at the corners of your eyes and you didn't even know the answer yet.

All you know is that someone could've died with this amount of blood loss.

"'Who's blood is this?'" Tsukasa repeats the question as if he was confused too. Putting a hand up to his mouth, he muffles really loud giggling.

The laughter grew louder despite him trying to muffle the sound.

"T- Tsukasa?" You started trembling with fear the louder he laughed.

"Don't you see, Y/n!?" He rose his arm in the air and snapped his fingers.

Once doing so, the handcuffs opened and your wrists were free.

You looked down at your hands before they got yanked away by the shorter boy.

You were dizzy from sitting down that long then being snatched by Tsukasa.

He interlocked his fingers with yours and pulled you closer, "It's you!" He shouted with a small grin.

He snaked his left arm around your waist while the other still held your hand firmly.

He held you in a position as if you two were slow dancing.

"It's... me?" You repeated, obviously oblivious to the meaning he's referring to.

"It's your blood that's on us both!" His amber eyes went dark and he held you tighter against his small frame, "You're the one who's dead...

"...I killed you!"

What..?

You're... dead?

"N- no... I- I can't be..." You looked at Tsukasa as tears streaked down your (s/c) face.

"...I'm not... I'm — dead?" The shock hit you like a truck. You couldn't speak... or scream...

Or even react.

You felt... you felt dead.

Tsukasa nods with a grin, "Don't worry, Y/n... it's okay..." Tsukasa wipes your tears.

"...You don't need Amane or the blonde one... you just need me."

"And we'll be together...

forever"

[songedunenuitdete]

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun T14 de AidaIro

Mon avis : J’ai trouvé ce tome un peu différent dans le sens où il est plus sombre et plus profond que les précédents. Déjà, le plus gros de l’histoire se passe avec Nene et Hanako qui se retrouvent dans un endroit très particulier où une jeune fille, Sumire, est censée épouser le sixième mystère ! J’ai trouvé que cette jeune prêtresse avait de faux airs d’Aoi. D’ailleurs, nous suivons ce qui…

[axi-x1a]

Sousuke and Kou coloring

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kou don't look but there's chapter 74 cover art forbidden fruit symbolism behind you