#Yandere Y/N

[itsabouttimex2]

Heyyy time! Hope you're doing well! 💕 I hope u don't mind me asking this question

So for Shadowpeach y/n... After macaque's death, What's Wukong and y/n relationship like? Does y/n have some type of hatred towards Wukong for killing macaque? And how are they both grieving?

Macaque's Death

Honestly, it depends on the configuration of who is yandere and how Macaque is killed. A few to consider:

Macaque is yandere for Y/N, and is killed in self-defense = they celebrate Y/N's freedom together and leave the body to rot.

Sun Wukong is yandere for Y/N, kills Macaque in self-defense = Y/N is still scared of SWK, but doesn't care for Macaque dying since he brought it on himself.

Sun Wukong is yandere for Y/N, kills Macaque preemptively = Y/N hates him for essentially murdering someone who could've gotten them away from him, and refuses to bridge the gap between them.

Y/N is yandere for Macaque, and he is killed in self-defense = The rational part of their brain shuts off in grief and they set out for revenge in spite of the reasonable circumstances around their beloved's death.

Y/N is yandere for Macaque, and he is killed preemptively = Y/N goes insane on the spot and violently attacks Sun Wukong's friends, needing to be either crippled or put down to prevent any harm.

Y/N is yandere for Sun Wukong, and Macaque is killed preemptively = Oh well, really. He shouldn’t have caused trouble for their beloved Monkey King! To help, Y/N will hide the body and clean the blood to keep their beloved from getting into trouble.

Macaque and Y/N are both yandere for Sun Wukong and working in tandem is the one I like to think of the most, though- imagine the poor monkey spending five-hundred years trapped under a mountain with his “lovers” realizing they can dote on and love him with no holds barred and no restrictions for five full centuries? They have a literal dream come true in their hands�� until one day the two are out and about, gathering supplies and cooing to each other about what fun they’ll have with their dear “husband”, only to come back and find the mountain shattered and their love gone. After a long journey spent tracking him down, Macaque is regardless put down and the king escapes with his friends in tow, leaving Y/N to seethe and scheme up a dozen punishments to put their “husband” back in his place… after resurrecting Macaque, of course. He’s going to be delighted to settle the score with his beloved king, after all.

[kiraley]

Hitoshi Shinsou x Yandere!Reader

Description: Shinsou doesn’t like your obsessive coddling. Or maybe he does.

Trigger Warnings - Infantilization. Pet play. Yandere and tsundere themes. Kidnapping. Brief brainwashing. Mentions of bullying, insecurity, and being restrained. Stockholm syndrome. This is meant to be a lighthearted one-shot, however, so nothing too serious is shown! No NSFW content. Age of Characters - 18+. Gender Identity of (Y/n) - Unspecified. 

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“Stay still for me, Kitty Cat!”

“No.”

“But these cat ears are the cutest! You’d look so cute if you just stayed still and let me put them on you.”

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t be like that. Who’s my good little kitty cat?”

“Stop this.”

“You are! Yes, you are~!”

“I said stop.”

Shinsou’s deep voice severed through your affectionate babbles. He dismissed you in any way he could. Though, he couldn’t do much to begin with. Not with you straddled to the lap of the taller male, forcing him to be pampered like a helpless little kitten. He shifted in discomfort against the restraints securing him to a chair. Funnily enough, the restraints in question were of his own capture weapon. He was almost impressed at your ability to one-up him, had he not been pissed at being abducted. He’s long since abandoned the struggle to escape his binding, but that didn’t stop him from occasionally retracting from you, or uttering a grievance in protest. He didn’t appreciate you stepping over his pride with your affectionate overindulgence. He found it to be quite flustering.

“Why would I stop now? We’re just getting to the good part!”

After placing a cat ear headband onto his scalp, you continued to accessorize your darling. Hitoshi’s gaze lingered past your own as he stared off into the distance with a deadpan expression. Your fingers brushed against the nape of his neck as you worked to clasp a black choker around his neck suited with a small bell. He shivered against the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Finally, you dismounted his lap and stepped back to view your progress. Hitoshi donned a black, white, and purple themed cat boy maid outfit, with matching cat ears, gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a tail. Minor cosmetic application complimented his look as you adorned his face with emo-esq eyeliner- accentuating his sleep-deprived eyes, and a touch of dark lipstick. And of course a painted on nose and whiskers!

You couldn’t help but swoon even more. He was just too cute! Though the outfit was missing something- a final touch! BUT WHAT???

In contrast, Hitoshi grunted in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t have been more humiliated.

“We're just about done with your outfit! It's coming along so nicely.”

“Oh, goody.”

Your outstretched smile was greeted by his unimpressed muse. You giggled at his reaction and toyed with the bell attached to his necklace.

“This choker really adds to the edge of your personality. Wouldn’t you say?”

“I'm not answering that.”

“You just did, Kitty Cat!”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I'll consider it if you behave like a good kitty for me~,”

“That's an oxymoron.”

“Aw, shucks. I guess you're right! Might as well call you Kitty Cat, anyway.”

Much to his dismay, his impassive commentary was dodged left and right, rendered ineffective against your blinding adoration. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, enclasping him partially, and snuggled into the side of his face. He huffed out and tried to turn his head away from yours as you rubbed against him like a clingy feline in demand of scritchies. For someone who refers to him as a kitty cat, you sure acted more like a cat than he did.

“This is highly unorthodox.”

“"Unorthodox"? Please! Is it so wrong to be hopelessly in-love with you?” you purred in admiration.

“If that’s what you’d call being a delusional stalker.” 

A quirk of agitation flexed a muscle on his forehead as you laughed off his insult.

“Being feisty, are we? I do love it when you bare your teeth at me, Kitty Cat,” you lulled into his ear. “Be a good little kitten and “meow” for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not entertaining your insanity.”

“You should. It’s far too much fun.”

“Have mercy on me, (Y/n). I’m not a pet.” he retorted, sardonically.

“That’s not my name, silly.” you countered in a sickeningly sweet tone. 

Through gritted teeth, Hitoshi spoke with much reluctance.

“Oh, sweet darling of mine,” he corrected himself with the most apathetic voice, “please, do have mercy on me. I think we’ve both had our fair share of coddling tonight.”

“But, Kitty Cat! It would be the opposite of mercy if I deprived you of my affection!” you objected lightly, “And you’re just the cutest thing ever! I couldn’t stop showering you in love, even if I wanted to. Not that I would ever want to. Or even could.” 

“How considerate of you.” he mumbled sarcastically. He tried to ignore the warmth in his cheeks by looking away. Maybe he was just feeling restless.

“Look, I'm getting tired. Can I just go to bed?”

“You mean, can WE go to bed~?”

“Can. We. Please. Go. To. Bed.” he seethed through a gritted smile.

“But I'm so close to completing your outfit! And I had so many fun activities planned! And you just wanna sleep?!”

“Obviously.”

You sighed out.

“Well, I don't want you to be tired. My kitty needs his beauty sleep, after all. So I guess I'll wrap this up.”

“Good.” he said sternly.

“Right after I finish your look and take some pictures!”

“ . . . ”

“I'd knew you'd agree!”

“I was feeling the exact opposite.”

“Now,” you cleared your throat as you reached for something in your back pocket, “let’s finish your look, shall we? This bow-tie is just the thing.”

“Please, don’t.” he countered blandly as he attempted to wriggle away. His disobedience caused you to grin.

“I’ll loosen your binds if you promise to behave like a good kitten.”

He stopped moving and his eyes noticeably lit up at the prospect. Was he about to sacrifice what little pride he had left just to appease your mania? Well, not like he had much pride to begin with after everything you’ve subjected him to in terms of your mollycoddling. He considered your proposal as a possible way to break free to the outside world once again. Without being tied-up, he’d have a much easier time to plan his escape. And inevitably fail. 

His compliance lacked verbalization as he nodded silently in agreement.

“Use your words, Kitty.”

He paused to glare at you. You were getting under his skin, and he knew that you knew that. He could tell from your ever-growing smirk and how your words tinged with such innocent condescension. There was nothing more enjoyable to you than teasing your darling to death.

“I promise.” 

“You promise to~?” you drawled with a loving coo, leaning in for added effect.

He heaved another sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I promise to behave.”

You hummed a smooth chuckle and patted his head as a reward for his obedience. He cringed as you did so.

“Good boy.”

You parted from his lap to unravel the binding cloth around his torso and limbs. The white fabric fell to the floor in a muted thump as his arms and hands gained freedom. You stepped back and watched him stretch out his weary limbs and rub his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his ever-persistent state of sleepiness. He reminded you too much of a cat, even down to the smallest of details. You knew the cat costume was a great idea! And of course it had to be maid-themed. Not for any particular reason. But the emo aspect of his outfit spoke for itself. It fit his personality!

His eyes slowly drifted to meet yours. A subtle look of calculation crossed his visage. A look that, perhaps, you'd fail to pick up on in your current state of swooning.

“Will you ever get tired of the kitten play?” he asked strategically.

“I could never!!”

Bingo.

He smirked to himself. The words slipped past your lips seemingly without thought. With his body unrestrained, and your blissful ignorance causing you to respond, the opportunity to escape presented itself. He was about to activate his quirk when he stopped to ponder his plan. Maybe he'll keep you under a state of immobilization. But how long would the effects of his quirk last until he found a means to escape? You’ve broken the immobilization tactic before as he was mid-escape; the process would likely repeat if he tried it again. Or he could brainwash you into going to sleep. Or brainwash you into entering a comatose state.

No- he's tried that, too. The moment he ordered you to slip into unconsciousness, your conscious mind awakened immediately to subdue him. It both impressed him and terrified him, to say the least. You may not be the first to break from his hypnosis, but you remain the only person to actively break from his hypnosis. It's as if the grip of his quirk is completely useless against you. Or at least, his quirk is rendered useless if it were to come in the way of you and your beloved.

If he can't subdue you in that regard, maybe he could brainwash you to unlock a door or window leading to the outside world. Then he could run away into the night with his newly found freedom. Or maybe he could restrain you with his capture weapon, and then summon the police and/or pro-hero's to deal with your crazy ass. He needed to find a way to brainwash you that wouldn't involve you snapping out of his hypnosis, consequently leading to a time-out for his misbehavior. Sometimes he'd be forced to wear a hat of shame as part of his punishment for acting out, but we don't talk about that.

. . .  

“Earth to 'Toshi~,”

Just like that, he was snapped from his daze.

“''Toshi"? That's your new nickname for me?” he answered sarcastically.

“I figured that would get your attention.”

He shot you a stoical expression.

“I honestly can't believe how uncool you are.”

“Le gasp!! I am OFFENDED!” you overemphasized as you clamped a hand over your heart, before a smile flickered on your lips. “Anyway, where were we?”

“Doing anything but this.”

“Heh! You're funny!”

Hitoshi grunted. For once, he decided to ignore his thoughts. He'll think of an escape plan later, he rationalized as he thinned his lips, tasting the faint flavor of the lipstick. His gloved fingers started smoothening over his wrists and forearms. They were kind of sore from being restrained. You replaced his fingers with your own as you massaged the tender areas. You hummed as you did so- a contended look etched on your face. His hardened gaze softened ever so lightly at your delicate ministrations. There was such a slight, but tender look in his eye as he inspected your countenance, as if the tranquility of your aura was affecting him, as well. The way your fingers moved with such gentle precision . . . Taking care of him with such doting consideration . . . As you always did . . .

“Better?” you questioned, snapping him away from another daze.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, “thanks.”

His absentminded politeness caused you to let out a surprised gasp.

“Look at you using proper manners! I didn't even have to remind you. I’m so proud of you, Kitty Cat.”

Your hand found its way to his head as you rewarded him with the head pats of a lifetime. Your fingers interweaved with his already messy locks, rustling his hair back and forth, and the tips of your nails gently grazed his scalp. You even caressed his cat ears, feigning them to be real ears.

“Such a good kitty cat, aren’t you? Aren’t youuuu? Who's my precious baby boy?”

His contentment dispersed, replaced by bashfulness. A stuttered noise emitted from his throat as he found himself at a loss for words. To add insult to injury, you started leaving smoochies all over his face. The added peppering of kisses proved too much for him to handle and he crumbled under the weight of your love.

“Ngh, hey--! Stop that!”

A deep shade of crimson tinctured his fair face. With your affection making him feel more flustered than usual, his brows furrowed and he tried to shoo you away. You denied his efforts to do so- instead, you giggled at his mortification.

“Awe, is my kitty feeling embarrassed? Do you enjoy your head pats and kisses? Don't be shy, now. You can tell me.”

He refuted your observation with subtle indignance, huffing to himself. 

“N--no, I don't, you idiot. Don’t get the wrong idea.” 

“Noooo, I would never.” you teased, sitting back down onto the comfort of his lap, “It's not like your face is beet red or anything.”

He cleared his throat sharply. The uncomfortably hot sensation in his cheeks couldn't be disputed. You were an expert in making him feel flustered, after all. It's not like there was a part of him that subconsciously enjoyed this.

“I'm only red because you're irritating me.”

“Sureeeeee. Definitely not from blushing!”

“Would you shut up already?” he mumbled, cursing at himself internally for blushing.

“Easy, tiger! No need to bring your claws out! Let’s just finish up your outfit, shall we?”

Begrudgingly, he sat there in silence as you finalized his look. You fastened a frilly purple bow tie around his neck to seal the deal, humming innocently to yourself. The reserved man detested this more than anything. The man just wanted his sleep. Or in the very least, to get away from your babying. His pride and heart couldn't take much more of this.

An adjustment here- a tightening there, and . . . VOILA! You bounced to your feet to admire your magnum opus. At last, the emo cat boy arc has been achieved, and you couldn’t have been happier. The same could not be said for your purple-haired pet. You doubled-over, placing your hands on your knees as you positioned yourself to be at eye-level with Hitoshi.

“Do you feel bonita?” 

. . . 

“Do you, or do you not feel bonita?” you asked again- this time, with much more conviction.

He sighed out the last remaining semblance of dignity.

“I feel bonita.”

“Wonderful! Because you look bonita,”

You grabbed his face and planted a prolonged smooch on his forehead. A noise of disgruntlement warbled from his squished cheeks as you rested your forehead against his.

“You are very precious to me.”

“I can't say the same.”

“Come on, now,” you started, softly, “it’s not so bad, is it? Being here with me? We're in-love, and we're meant to be together. Forever. You know this just as much as I do.” 

Shinsou's stare hardened as he glared daggers at you. An expression that read "are you kidding me?"

“This is what you would call a power imbalance. Or perhaps a "toxic relationship." No- "unrequited love" works better. What we have is not even a relationship to begin with. I never agreed to be your partner.”

“Silly little kitten,” you murmured with a hint of slyness in your tone, “if you were against me as much as you say, you would’ve used your quirk to free yourself ages ago.”

Suddenly, his fierce composure wavered. His gaze inadvertently softened as his eyes expanded in realization.

“I–I have tried. Numerous times.” he stumbled over his words, foiling his attempt to sound serious.

“No, no, no,” you booped his nose in three intervals, feigning offence, “don’t lie like that. It's not fair to the both of us. You can’t sit there and tell me you were actually trying to escape those previous times.”

Hitoshi gave you an incredulous look. Your accusations had him flummoxed to a degree he couldn't quite explain. He was against this situation, wasn't he? Of course he would be. There's no way he actually enjoyed your company.

. . .

Maybe you had a point, after all.

No. He shook his head.

There's just no way.

Maybe just a little bit.

Hitoshi scoffed, his eye failing to meet yours as he dismissed your words, “What makes you think I wasn't trying, (Y/n)? You literally kidnapped me. You force me to be your "kitty cat" everyday. So of course I've tried to escape.”

“Hitoshi, darling,” you started and pulled away to meet his uncertain gaze, “"Tried" is exactly the point. You don't try to escape with that much effort anymore. I'll admit, at first when I brought you here, you gave it your all trying to escape my love. Trying to deny your love for me. You almost got away from me at one point, too, y'know. Almost,”

You pinched his cheek lovingly before continuing.

“But it didn't take long for your self-proclaimed "declaration of war" to run its course. You aren't resisting nearly as much anymore. Your attempts to "fight back" are amusing at best, lackluster at worst. And let's be real; you're the type to put up a fight to ensure you won't let anything get in your way. It doesn't matter the cost. You and I both know just how capable you are. How strong and dedicated you are when it comes to your goals. You aren’t weak. Not by any means. If you wanted to leave, you would’ve done so long ago. Especially with how powerful your quirk is.”

Silence was his only response- sans for a gaping mouth. The deepest hue of rosiness tinged his pale cheeks and his brain wracked with a surge of thoughts as he struggled to rationalize with this revelation. Meanwhile, you were nonchalant. Your half-lidded gaze looked down as you adjusted his bowtie. It's like you were expecting this. And that's because you were.

“That’s why I know that, deep down, you're okay with this. That’s how I know you love me, too. You just haven't accepted it into your heart yet. Not completely, anyway.”

You crane your neck to peer down at him with an expression of prideful amusement. His composure faltered underneath your softly domineering smirk. There was no way he could refute your argument. You had him figured out even before he had himself figured out.

“Judging by your reaction, I can already tell you've come to terms with all of this. I can see you accepted that, maybe, just maybe, you aren't as against this as you initially thought. Isn't that right?”

He avoided your gaze to glance to the side as he cleared the tension from the back of his throat.

Well, shit.

Looks like the cat is out of the bag for real this time.

“I guess I’ll take this over being outcasted by society and villainized for my quirk.”

His relented response caused you to chuckle. He attempted to establish an expressionless facade but you could tell he was overwhelmed with emotion. And you wouldn't be wrong. You maneuvered your hand through the soft, disheveled tufts of his Indigo mane. The small act of comfort caused his heart to soar with elation. He probably shouldn’t enjoy this, but he can’t help it. He was wrapped around your pretty little finger; an indisputable fact, one that he'd finally come to accept. Maybe deep down, all along, he knew his little acts of resistance were something to prolong the inevitable. To delay accepting his feelings for you. After all, the only real escape was in your arms. The only future he had going for him is a future where you're right beside him. Even if that meant being pampered like a pet all the way. Maybe you weren't that bad, after all.

“I already knew that.” you said, smiling.

He closed his eyes and sighed gently. Not in agitation. Rather, in a subtle display of submission and acceptance.

“The world doesn’t appreciate you. It never has. Nobody has ever appreciated you,” you spoke partially to yourself and partially to him. “Nobody could ever appreciate you the way I do.”

A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest. He couldn’t help but agree with your statement.

“Maybe you’re right. You’re the first person to not view me as less than human, or accuse me of being something I’m not. The first to see me as something other than a villain.”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I mean, at this point, there's no point in denying my feelings. And there's no denying that you're the only one who never judged me for my quirk. And for that, I'm grateful to you, (Y/n). For giving me a chance. For always being there for me, and for taking care of me now.”

He hated to admit it, but he could appreciate you for who you are. Even prior to becoming your captive, you were the only one to ever treat him with basic human respect. Others rejected him, ostracized him. They deemed him a freak- someone with a quirk suited for villainy. He kept to himself, yet they persisted in his apparent villainous nature. If he was silent, he was plotting. If he spoke, he was an intrusion. If he looked at you, he was perverse. If he didn’t, he was judging. If he worked with others, he was a mooch. If he was alone, he was stuck-up. That’s all he was to people; the embodiment of depravity, no matter the angle he was viewed from, no matter how contradictory their accusations were. He would always be the bad guy. All because of his natural gift.

“Of course. It’s because I love you. I’m the only one in this world who understands you. The REAL you.”

You were the opposite. The complete opposite to what he’d been accustomed to for his entire life. You weren’t afraid to be around him. You weren’t disgusted, judgmental, or abrasive. You spoke to him directly, answering his questions with direct eye-contact. No sign of hesitation, no waver in your voice. You regarded him as another human being- simple as that. You felt comfortable enough to approach him, to smile at him, to invite him for studying sessions and the likes. The only one to ever see past his apparent “villainous” exterior. And for that, he had to thank you, to show you his gratitude.

“The people who judge you and bully you- they claim to be better, yet they treat you so terribly. Who is the villain then, huh? The one fighting to become a hero despite everything, or the one who rejects those based on something they can’t control?” you asked in rhetorical reference. “You aren't the villain. They are. The audacity they have to mistreat you, abuse you, and then claim to be heroic is disgusting. They're all hypocrites. Every last one of them.”

You scoffed. Your hands instinctively tightened around him and you nestled into the curvature of his neck. Your words, tinged with repugnance, hit too close to home for the introverted male. All he could do was look at you in his state of shock. His heart fluttered, accelerated by a burning passion emerging from his soul. He remained silent, allowing the sentiments to fester in his mind, and allowing his repressed feelings to finally surface.

“You don’t need to worry about them anymore. You don't need to worry about anything else anymore. I’ll take care of you. From now until forever.”

A comfortable silence befell the two of you. He made no effort to protest your love this time around, nor did he feel any resistance to your benevolence. On the contrary- he wanted to indulge further. From the bottom of his heart, he longed to share his heart with yours. He wanted to accept your love. To be a willing recipient, who not only receives love, but delivers it, too. His soft expression then soured. His thoughts of internal self-wallowing began to emerge, and his expression furrowed into a display of doubt. Even after your declaration, lingering anxieties got the better of him. The remnants of his past came back to haunt him again as he doubted your intentions. He couldn't help it.

“You mean it when you say you love me, right? This isn’t some sick joke? Some misguided, deluded power-trip?”

Your head shot up as you responded to him in a heartbeat.

“Of course I do–,”

The sound of your own heartbeat reverberated in your ears as an immediate stillness enclosed every fiber of your being. A cold numbness beyond your capabilities restricted your mind and body, depriving you of free will. No longer were you in control of yourself.

With your movements halted and your eyes glazed over with an expression starved of emotion, he pounced. He’s brainwashed you before, but never to inquire about your true intentions. A part of him needed to be reminded of your love, but under the condition of his quirk. He needed to know that this was real.

He was a needy little kitty, after all.

“Answer truthfully,” he commanded. “Do you love me?”

“Yes. I love you more than anything. I would do anything to prove my love for you. I would do anything for you to love me.”

Your response was instantaneous. Even under hypnosis, your voice was defined by pure, unadulterated compassion. Shinsou released a staggered breath of air- one he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He shouldn’t care about your love.

He really shouldn’t.

He shouldn’t even think about loving you, either.

Even after you kidnapped him- even after the countless pampering sessions, where you treat him as some little pet needing to be cared for constantly. He shouldn’t be entertaining your insanity; he’s said it before.

But . . . 

Maybe he doesn't care what he "should" or "shouldn't" do anymore. Maybe that’s the line between heroism and villainy that becomes blurred. To love someone who is a villain- to acknowledge and appreciate the good qualities in them.

But who's to say who is and who isn't a villain? Maybe you were just like him. Someone deemed a “villain” merely for existing out of the boundaries of conventionality. Someone called a "villain" just because you lived life a little differently from others.

You may have done some.. less than lawful things, but you still had a good heart. Was this justification? Rationalization? Should he be concerned that he was falling for his kidnapper?

Eh.

Looks like he didn’t care about that anymore.

Coloration was restored the shrinking whites of your eyes as the grip of his quirk relinquished from your being. When you came to, you gazed at him in loving adoration, a soft smirk adorning your lips. The coldness from his quirk was replaced by the warmth of your love. He refused your stare by looking at the ground in shame. The bell on his choker jangled slightly as he did so.

“Have I,” he struggled to find his words as he willingly resigned to his fate, “misbehaved?”

You giggled at his remark.

“Not at all,”

Your hand grasped his cheek as you redirected his gaze, staring deeply into his dark purple eyes.

“I like when you use your quirk on me, Kitty Cat.”

Any mental restraint holding him back disappeared once you said those words.

For the first time, Shinsou initiated the first move by leaning in to kiss you. Something unanticipated from both sides. Your breathing caught in your throat as you were taken aback by his emboldened move. His arms slithered around your form to pull you flush against his chest- his long digits splaying across your back, sending a series of pleasant tingles down your spine. Your shock diminished quickly and you melted into his touch. Your palms cupped his cheeks as you cradled his face in your hands and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone. His lips moved in slow, passional synchronization to your own as you indulged in a moment of tender intimacy. For once, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, accepting you as his own. The world beyond the two of you didn't need to matter. Not anymore. Your hands slithered up his outfit to entangle in his hair. The feline-themed headband fell to the ground as your fingers tousled about, and you could taste his lipstick smearing onto your own lips. He tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss and you oh so graciously accepted. The two of you kissed passionately for what felt like a heavenly eternity. When the kiss parted, the two of you were breathless, weighted in an atmosphere of requited fondness. Hitoshi’s breath intermingled with your own. His lips hovered against yours, as if waiting with bated breath for your next word. 

The silence was broken when he peered up at you and muttered against your lips, “You’re the first person to say that to me.”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

“I’ll be the first and only one.”

He closed his eyes to indulge in the taste and feeling of your lips once more. You pulled away briefly, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eye.

“Now, then,” you cooed, “why don’t you meow for me, like the good little kitty that you are?”

Shinsou sighed. This time, he sighed in contentment, with a gentle smile gracing his lips.

“Meow.”

“Now purr for me!”

“Don't push your luck.”

[hotnbloodied]

Can we get a female reader yan x childhood best friend darling that they stalk and finally work up the nerve to kidnap and lock in their basement? No smut needed.

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Childhood!Friend X Fem!Yan!Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion. I do not support or encourage these destructive behaviors in real life.

CW: not proof read, you/yours used, female reader, yandere behaviors, delusional thoughts, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, stalking.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

The sounds of clattering plates and conversations from people in the lunchroom does nothing to deter your attention away from your darling, your one and only. Did they know? How you fell in love with them at first sight? All the way back to the first day of kindergarten, you watched your darling grow with you and took care of any pest that would be a thorn in the bright future you and your darling had together. You, currently, knew you were staring but you can’t help but sigh dreamily as you looked at them, they are your everything after all. I love you so much darling. You wonder if they could hear your dreamy sighs directed towards them. (They don’t notice, they never do. An underlying frustration bubbles in your gut, you want to take them right now. Take them away so no more unworthy eyes will ever even attempt to soil your precious treasure. Pest, bugs, worms, the lot of them!) But it’s okay! Just like they don’t notice the hearts in your eyes, they don’t notice all the tracking devices you put on their belongings, how else would you know where they are so you could protect them! You scoot a little closer to your darling, basically sitting on their lap at this point and glare at the person talking to them, a routine you’ve done since the both of you were young. So much so that the classmates that grew up around you both knew to keep in their lane. The way you liked it. You and your darling were a package deal after all, if only your darling would start acting like it.

After classes were done for the day you waited patiently for your darling to pack up their belongings since the two of you lived together ever since graduating from high school and you offered them a chance to live with you. (Not that your darling ever really had a choice but you were willing to give them that illusion of choice). But before your darling fully packed up, they told you that you’d have to go home alone today. Your mind goes blank and your heart races, “W-what did you say?” “Oh! I just got invited out to drinks with some friends and I didn’t think you’d be interested since all you ever suggest we do is go back home and just spend the day in. I’ll text you throughout though!” How dare someone invite your darling out! Your precious darling that doesn’t know any better about the dirty minds of the people who invited them out. No, no, you can’t have your darling doing things without you, they NEED you just like you NEED them. You bite your nails, maybe the plan needs to be put in motion sooner than you thought. A sudden calm washes over your features as you respond, “for sure! I’ll talk to you later!”

Night has long since fallen, and still no text from your darling yet. It’s okay. You’re right outside the restaurant they are at anyway. You walk inside and tell the hostess that you’re here to pick someone up. After a quick scan you see your darling in the corner of the restaurant with the group of scum that tempted your sweet innocent darling away from you. You almost lost it when you got closer and saw how handsy someone was being with your darling, until, even in their buzzed state, your darling recognized you. “Ohh what are you doing herre?” Your darling slightly slurs their words. “I’m here to pick you up of course,” your face softens, a smile only your darling can make appear on your face shows. “Oh! Really? Okayyy.” God, your darling is adorable. You help them pack up their belongings and pay for their part of the meal before helping them out of the restaurant.

Your darling slumps into the passenger seat as you help them with the seatbelt before going to the driver’s side and getting ready to drive the both of you home. The drive home was steady, the radio murmurs on a low volume coupled with the heavy steady breathing of your darling with the occasional grunts. Parking your car, you led you and your darling inside your house. Your darling, too drunk to notice that it wasn’t the apartment. You guided them gently and slowly through to where the basement door was before leading them downstairs to a fully furnished basement. It’s what you spent all day doing after all, making sure that everything that was your darlings’  was here in this room before anything else was prepared in the new home. Your darling plops into their bed, a content sigh escapes their lips before clearly drifting off to sleep again. You walked over and brushed a loc of hair out of their face before kissing them on the cheek. “Things will be different when you wake up darling, I know you’ll adjust to your new surroundings in no time…”

[tonkatsubowl]

love sick.

✱ warning — the reader is the yandere.

how would the xianzhou boys react to you as a yandere?

blade is definitely into this side of you. however, there are times where he had to calm you down. it was surprising that someone like blade even knew limits...especially when it came to necessary manslaughter.

"y/n." you ignored blade's voice, the warmth of a deceased woman's blood splattering upon your visage as you took another one's life.

this "innocent" woman in particular got a little too bold and tried to flirt with blade, trying seducing him to a form of prostitution sale. of course, he was immensely loyal to you... but he wasn't surprised for the woman's death, as he saw this coming. was he upset at you? definitely not, for he would do the same thing if a man touched or spoke to you in a disgusting way.

"y/n." he called again. "she's dead."

his hand reached towards your shoulder, stopping you in place. you breathed the fresh scent of iron, your distraught and psychotic eyes casting towards blade, and immediately your gaze had softened. decorated with blood, an innocent smile creeps towards your lips as you turn to embrace your lover.

"i just wanted to make sure she learned her lesson too." you reply, snuggling your face into blade's chest, smearing the woman's blood from your face all over his clothing.

"i'm sure she did. but now we have to bury the body."

"she doesn't deserve a burial," you nearly snap, "i'll just burn her body to crisp."

blade's gaze softens, pressing his thumb against your lips, "shh. take it easy, y/n. i'll handle it."

your eyes sparkle, but you nodded. you knew kafka didn't like seeing you in this mess, but you enjoyed it whenever you came back to the stellaron hunters and kafka had a handkerchief in hand. though, she did scold you a few times... and now blade doesn't want you to have that sort of attention from kafka.

dan heng would definitely try to find ways to not trigger this side of you. he knew you have a good heart and you would do anything to help and save the astral express team, but whenever it came to other women flirting with him and trying to seduce him... that was when you snapped.

you definitely couldn't control this side of you, and himeko and welt would continue to deeply monitor your well being whenever these sorts of things happened. there were multiple incidents where you've taken a few lives because they simply looked at dan heng's direction... but you've improved a bit? you were at least killing women and random people who decided to flirt with your lover, rather than anyone who sneezed in his direction at least.

"y/n, please..." the sounds of you ripping a woman's head apart from her body echoed through the halls, covering your body with her beautiful blood. you breathed, smiling through it all. unable to think.

but dan heng couldn't stop you. he was too late.

"y/n!"

it was an innocent saleswoman who used flirtation to gain sales, and it was nothing more... nothing less. it was purely business related. but your jealousy got the best of you.

his voice finally snap you back to reality, your hand raised to stab her one more time came to a stop. you drop your weapon, looking to dan heng. your eyes softened, no longer were they... so psychotic. so evil.

"ah. there you are! i was looking for you," you innocently beamed, waddling up to him as if nothing had occurred.

right, this was an issue, too. you killed, and you don't remember what happened. or rather you just acted like nothing happened.

"are you okay? i really missed you," you innocently said to dan heng as you embraced him, his arms reluctantly returning the hug.

if he didn't return the affection, you would become worse.

"i was moreso worried about you, but i missed you too," dan heng said in a soft tone, "let's clean you up."

he'll have to report another incident to welt and himeko.

jing yuan has monitored your well being for a while, and has used different methods of therapeutic sessions to help you maintain this side of you... or get rid of it. he knew you had a killer instinct that's hidden inside of you that you cannot control, whatsoever. and it was... terrifying. not even yanqing or fu xuan really trusted you, even doubting their general because of you.

"get rid of them. they're going to cause you trouble." fu xuan would say to jing yuan. and boy, if you heard that? a life would be taken away. and it wouldn't be yours. you were significantly stronger than fu xuan, which was why she tends to stay away from you.

yanqing didn't want to make a comment. he knew you were always listening at one point. there was an incident where you nearly killed fu xuan because of her comments, but after some restraint, magic and a bit of therapeutic sessions, you had... improved. a bit. just a bit.

"i believe in them." jing yuan would say. "i never want to give up on them."

and even if you were currently killing some random woman right now for talking about wishing to be wed to general jing yuan, he would still love you. he would try to change you.

"that's enough, y/n."

he came to retrieve you after knowing you were headed out to kill this woman. your hands stopped as he reached out, grabbing your wrists, pulling you closer to his chest. "that's enough."

you breathed, leaning into his touch, innocently smiling faintly. you were finally "awake", no longer focused on a mere corpse. "oh, jing yuan," you cooed, "sorry, i got distracted. i was heading out to grab you a drink, and—"

"it's alright," jing yuan murmured, eyeing on the corpse. goodness, you were getting collectively worse with these murders. never had he seen these types of deaths before, even in his years on the battlefield. "let's get you back home. i'll have the cloud knights clean this up for you."

it was time for some therapeutic sessions again.

[lilacxquartz]

CHASING HUMANITY • kenjaku x fem!reader

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summary: troubled by the continued visions, kenjaku finally got to the bottom of the root cause.

content warnings: partial smut, injury, blood

Chapter 9. Broken Glass

As the two of you walked further into the city, Kenjaku found himself overwhelmed with a deep headache that bored into his skull. At first, he could easily ignore it, but the more he continued forward, the sharper it grew.

The whole world around him dimmed again, too, with each passing step pulling him further into the depths just over the horizon. None of it made any sense though. He was certain that it was less than three in the afternoon—so why was this happening? He tried to push past it, but kept falling deeper into the abyss—everything soon swallowed away by the call of the void—including the sound of your voice.

Come to think of it. Where even were you?

Kenjaku swayed slightly in his stride, his footsteps slowing to a halt as it all caught up to him. Suddenly, the air felt thicker, and more condensed, like something foreboding was going to happen any second now. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to ground himself for a moment, trying to forcefully will himself out of this episode, but the harder he tried to swim up, the quicker he felt like was drowning instead.

Shit. You had been walking right at his side before, right? You even gave him that strawberry drink that he pestered you for, supposedly. He didn’t remember all too much from what he did before, if at all. Not currently. It was frustrating because he actually wanted to experience it, too, wanting nothing more than to grow closer to that strange person he almost buried alive.

And yet, you were reduced to a mere afterthought in the background; blurred out by his spiraling thoughts.

Kenjaku stopped walking as the unease finally hit him all at once. A dizzying hum entered his hearing; the faint bustle of the city playing into his ears, droning away in the distance and then it slowed. By the time he was thrown back into sense of anything that had resembled lucidity, he realised that he was holding onto something, feeling slightly out of breath.

He blinked again.

Skin. He was holding onto skin.

Instinctively, he clawed at the flesh, trying to determine what he was doing to bring himself back down to earth, only to feel a surge of arousal spike in between his legs. He was on top of someone—grinding, sweating—brutally rutting himself into a wet center, into the core of someone as their body took a heavy hit into the mattress.

“A bit slower,” he heard you say.

Immediately, he slowed down, reducing himself to delivering slower, more impactful thrusts, though at a much more forgiving pace. His eyes blurred into focus too, focusing on your body which now made up his vision, a strangely warm feeling washing over his body as he made the connection. Kenjaku glanced up, taking in the time written on the clock that hung over the wall. It was six in the evening. That was the whole afternoon that he lost out on, not even knowing how the meeting from before led to you in bed with him. Not that he minded. This was just how it was between you two now—right?

His eyes rolled back all the same, feeling himself get closer to reaching his peak. In a way, it was disappointing though, because he wanted to remember more of what just happened. It seemed to be fun, too, given the heated look on your face. With his body moving on autopilot, he picked up the pace ever so slightly, driving himself into your cunt with rising fervour as he tried to milk the last remnants of pleasure that still remained, letting out a deep, guttural moan as soon as he found his release.

Kenjaku sighed as he found his orgasm; falling forward into you, feeling that all too familiar post lustful haze begin to envelop him. Your arms relaxed from being wrapped around him and your legs untangled from him, too. It was only just a brief moment after, but his eyes drooped shut, hoping to recover from the sudden intensity he was plunged back into, only to wake up in the dark, alone, with the smell of bleach wafting through the air.

The headache he had before surged again, too, feeling sharper than ever before. His skull felt like it was surely going to split open as it persisted, like jagged glass pushing against his cranium. His fingers shot up to his temples to soothe the ache, only to feel something odd.

His fingertips were wet.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, he blinked down at his hand, the world spinning out of focus as the moonlight from just outside bleakly highlighted a crimson gleam. Blood coated his skin. Blood. Was it yours? Dried patches of blackened maroon clung against his skin like peeling paint, taunting him, mocking him for not understanding how anything progressed at all.

There was the meeting. There was the moment you both had sex, and then, there was the blood on his hands.

What was worse when you were nowhere to be found at all.

Kenjaku weighed out his options, trying to determine something in his mind. He was still in the apartment, so where were you? You couldn’t have gone far. Lucid or not, he wouldn’t let you stray away just like that. He tried to assess exactly what he was working with, only to be left with more questions than answers. The entire apartment was turned over, with various bits of glass smashed and the furniture flipped, hinting at a struggle. With who? You? That didn’t seem right.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone to try and get a hold of you, but each time that he dialled the number, it claimed to be out of service.

Shit. This wasn’t looking good at all.

Especially as he noticed the time on his phone.

Ten. It had been four hours since he was with you last.

The walls started to close in from around him as the smell of copper mixing with bleach started to overwhelm him. This had never happened before. What a strange feeling! His stomach twisted and churned, with knots forming in his core as he considered being the one responsible for something potentially irreversible. His eyes widened, too, as he noticed that thin red scratches were decorating his wrists, like claw marks.

The thought of him doing this to you wasn’t a pleasant one, especially since he hadn’t been in his right mind for a while now. The feeling was so tilting, so jarring, that the sheer intensity of what he was feeling made his knees just about almost give out, forcing him to stumble as a result. His head hit the wall on impact, landing with enough force to make his vision blur again, but not enough to knock some sense back into him.

But then, one memory in particular crept back into his senses. It was brief. A flicker of something that he almost had just let go of, but not quite. His eyebrows furrowed as it all came to light, reeling the information back in at full speed.

Naoya Zen’in’s face surfaced through the once-muddied blur, sharp and knowing. The faint figure of him passing you both by, something that he had remnants of you confirming it later on. Kenjaku remembered the surge of anger he felt as soon as he made the connection, never once having this sort of reaction for anything else before, and, just as the feelings started to make sense, the derealisation, at last, started to fade away, too.

It was all coming back to him now. Right as you both finished up in bed, Kenjaku fell asleep on you, to which you woke him up by repeatedly poking at him, demanding that you should be let up so you can go find something to eat. He remembered more and more of it. How he reluctantly got dressed again, following you out of the studio and deeper into the city once more, as if you had some sort of nose for finding the one street vendor that would empty his pockets the fastest.

Kenjaku staggered forward as a result, gripping the legs of an overturned coffee table, and landing hard on his knees once more. He started to understand what might have gone down and what exactly had happened to you. If Naoya was closer to you than you had both anticipated, then he very likely helped you stage a disappearance, fabricating a struggle to take place that the police would later find. You must have been instructed to go hide away elsewhere for now. If anything, he figured that he likely had the plan to take the guy out, to drop him from the face of the earth—probably doing the world a favour in doing so—the one good thing he’d ever do.

It all felt so right that the brain fog began to lift entirely. He scoffed as he then exhaled a breath of relief, understanding what might have actually happened. Curse his mind for doing this to him though, having an idea as to why he was being tortured by himself, not liking what that meant at all.

All that he had left to do now was to remember where you were.

His breath hitched as a result, before steadying, bringing himself back up to his feet. He patted around his body, searching for a clue—anything at all—knowing that he likely planted something on his person, finding a folded-up note with a phone number hastily scribbled out on it. His fingers went back to his phone, quickly dotting in the number and then holding it close to his ear, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere when it actually rang.

The line then picked up and for a moment nothing was said, save for some faint breathing on the other end.

And then he froze.

“Bait and hook,” a male voice finally pushed through, “thought I’d never figure you out, huh?”

Kenjaku listened intently, tightening the grip on his phone as he realised who he was potentially talking to. His lips parted for a moment, considering a response, but he kept quiet. He knew better than to interact with a cop, no matter how corrupt this one was. He was going to let Naoya Zen’in talk and spill his position, taking the moment to study him for every word he had to say.

“The two of you aren’t as subtle as you both thought,” Naoya predictably continued, sounding so sure of himself. Kenjaku bit back a scoff as he listened, already picturing the shit-eating grin that bastard wore. “I’ll give you credit where it’s due though,” the man continued, “you’ve led me on a long, long fucking chase, that’s for sure.”

Kenjaku stayed calm as he let him talk all the while, already getting a good idea of the man’s personality. He was volatile and arrogant, but not in the calm and measured way he perceived himself as. This was a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, completely confident that he could get away with everything just because he wore a badge, claiming to be in control. How wrong he was.

“She put up a good fight, you know,” Naoya added, letting the implication hang heavy in the air, as if trying to gauge a reaction out of him, “tell me, did you ever have to incapacitate her? Because I’m half tempted. Never did like it when women had the gall to talk back…” he trailed off before starting up again, “I take it you haven’t, because she’s a bit mouthier than I remember her. What a shame.”

Kenjaku didn’t reply again, narrowing his eyes as he listened to the other man talk. So this was who you had to deal with on a regular basis? No wonder you were taking questionable walks in the middle of the night. Had he been in your shoes, he would have fed him a brick to the face long, long ago.

Naoya scoffed on the other end of the line as he didn’t get a single bite back. “There’s an old abandoned rental car lot just outside of—” he explained, detailing him the exact whereabouts, “meet me out there tonight and we can work something out that benefits us both.”

Kenjaku mentally logged the address, hanging up the line before tapping it out onto his phone before it all slipped away from him again, although, he had an inkling that this wouldn’t happen again. He finally got it. He finally understood why this had been happening to him.

He finally had something—someone—worth losing.

If Naoya wanted to go down that road and play this game, then so be it. He had dealt with worse before. Hell, he’d even have fun. In fact, he’s going to get you to join in. What better moment than to do something together, being exactly who you both are, if it meant getting rid of the person who once hurt you more than he ever could?

No. He was going to enjoy breaking him down.

You, however? You were going to get the final hit on him.

He’d make sure of it.

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[Earlier]

As soon as you locked your eyes on Naoya amidst the crowd, you hoped that you were hallucinating, but you couldn’t mistake that gaze for anyone else. As soon as it all registered, your whole world came crashing down on you, leaving you unable to think clearly.

In the spur of your irrationality, you whipped right around and slipped off into a nearby alley, hiding yourself away from the exposing glow of the streetlights. Your back slammed against the rough brick wall as you tried to erase as much of your presence as possible, hoping that he hadn’t seen you. Your pounding heartbeat threatened to consume you and your breathing felt suffocating—a panic attack was imminent and you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down.

After all, he couldn’t have been here so soon unless he knew more than he let on. He couldn’t have been in this exact area, where you resided, unless he had been following you from the start.

Just as your thoughts continued to overwhelm you—to consume you—a familiar voice cut through the spiraling tension like a knife.

“…What are you doing?” Kenjaku asked, catching up to you at last.

You flinched and blinked up at him, taking in the way his dark eyes focused on you with genuine fascination. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his robe with a relaxed posture, indeed much like a monk, though his features were fixed into a tense expression, as though partially agitated.

You opened up your mouth to force an answer, yet no such words came. You considered feeding him an excuse to bide time to process your own issue, but this wasn’t the sort of situation where you could ignore anything at all. You were equally as much of a criminal as he was now, even if your role wasn’t as devastating as his.

Kenjaku, too, became increasingly impatient. Every passing second of time was wasted time. and despite his cool demeanour, he had his limits too. “Well?” he asked once more, not too big a fan of your prolonged silence.

Finally, you spat it out. “He’s here.”

“Who?” he pressed.

“Y-you know, my um, ex, or I guess… former fiancé,” you replied in a beat, unsure how to properly express who the man was to you at this point. “I saw him.”

Kenjaku stilled as a brief glimmer of anger flashed across his features before schooling uis expression into something better measured, although not calmer. “Ah, so that’s who that was…” he simply managed.

It was difficult for you to gauge exactly what he might have been thinking, but it was clear that he wasn’t too pleased at the information at all. There were subtle hints that pointed to such a revelation that you had picked up on after living with him for a while now; things like the subtle clench of his jaw or the twitch of his fingers that pointed towards the direction of lapsing composure.

Just before you could say anything else, though, he grabbed your wrist in a sudden tug, yanking you away with him in a start, your breath barely catching up as he snaked you through many turns of the alleyway you were caught up in, navigating you towards the refuge of a quieter, less illuminated street.

He backed you up right against the wall, clamping his palms against your shoulders in an attempt to get you to focus on him.

“You’re going to listen to me,” he spoke, his words firm, “and you’re going to do exactly as I say, got it?”

You nodded your head in silence as he studied you for a moment, before continuing to drag you all the way back to the studio in complete silence. From the moment you both returned, he didn’t reveal anything else to you either, immediately instead diving towards rummaging through every cabinet and drawer within the space instead. Doors and hinges flew past, as he turned the apartment inside out while looking for something in particular and upon finally finding it, he took a step forward.

Feeling just a little put off by his crazed demeanour, you took a step back, stilling as he patted down your sides before taking out your phone and breaking it apart. You stared, blinking with wide eyes as he then fitted what appeared to be a prepaid sim into a new phone, handing it over to you.

Next, he dipped into his own pocket, bringing out a knife, raising his hand and then pausing mid-air.

“Hold out your hand,” he demanded, toying with the handle.

Your stomach just about dropped. “W-what?”

“The easiest way to get someone into the status of presumably dead or otherwise gone entirely is to hint at a struggle with evidence and a sloppy cleaning job,” he explained, “I’ll butcher someone else, maybe multiple people—or Mahito will—-it could be assumed that you would have been a part of a group slaughter, or similar,” he brainstormed, “but if he’s sniffing around, then I’m going to have him believe you actually died,” he explained at last, “so I’m going to need your hand, but don’t worry, it’ll just be a flesh wound.”

“But that’ll hurt so much—”

Kenjaku rolled his eyes at you, grabbing your wrist mid-protest. He squeezed around it just hard enough to get you to bare his pak at him and then slashed a sharp line clean across. In retaliation, you involuntarily scratched at his arm in complaint, dragging his skin apart as your nails pulled against his flesh.

He gritted his teeth, taking it on. “Fair enough,” he allowed, before continuing forward, “next, you’re going to spend the next couple of days elsewhere.”

“Where?” you asked, reluctantly letting your hand drip blood over the floor.

“With the people you met before,” he explained as he took out his own phone, bringing it to his ear upon having dialled a number, “not for too long, I promise.”

You warily nodded along although you were also thoroughly confused. You had no idea why he was suddenly so willing to go through what seemed like insane lengths to keep the guy away from you. You had even partially accepted your death when he brought out the knife, thinking that you had become too much dead weight to carry around, but that wasn’t the case at all. For the sake of your own survival, you chose not to argue this turn of events, instead going along with what he thought was best for the time being, even if you didn’t understand his motivations.

“Your pick-up is in five, go down when I tell you to,” Kenjaku concluded after a while, “you’ll be fine if you stick close to Hanami, maybe Dagon. Try to stay away from Mahito, he’s a bit…” he trailed off, a momentary shudder passing through him, “Jogo is fifty-fifty, it depends on how much he can tolerate you.”

“Which ones are those again?” you asked, the instructions were a little overwhelming and you didn’t remember much about their names, let alone their appearances.

“I’ll send you a debriefing over text,” he decided, “familiarise yourself in the car, alright?”

“I’ll try,” you nodded, trying to hide your antsy, fidgeting state, disguising your pulling of the sleeves as a means of wanting to cover up the wound, rather than the fact that you were growing increasingly anxious at the idea of being separated, having grown partially dependent on him.

In the meantime, he orchestrated a struggle in the apartment, shards of broken glass flying over the floor as he selectively destroyed what he thought was right. You watched on as he wrapped his fists in cloth, dipping into the droplets of blood from the floor, punching into the walls to spread the evidence of a staged crime scene.

Your mind raced with all sorts of thoughts as the minutes ticked by, and just as soon as his phone rang again. you couldn’t help but jolt at both the call as well as his voice telling you it was time to go.

“You’ll be fine,” he reminded you, guiding you towards the front door, but just as you left, you didn’t miss the hint of something new colouring his voice.

What did it sound like again?

(Was it… uncertainty?)

[luxthestrange]

Beastars Incorrect Quotes#11 Ya got Nuthin'

Y/n: In 10 years, I guarantee, I will be Legoshi's second spouse

Pina: What will happen to his first spouse?

Y/n: Nothing you can prove

[ashyashylee]

Little Story <Kazuha>

(my hands were buttery from eating popcorn 😭 anyway hope u like this! I had a dream abt this for some reason. The Traveller is Lumine and that's about all you need to know? No hate to Lumine I just think she fit??)

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You always waited for Kazuha at the docks, it was a mesmerizing season, red and orange leaves falling everywhere, reminding you of the man you have fallen deeply in love with. Was it his soft smile? His soothing voice? The way he listened to your problems? It was everything, you loved nothing more than to be with him.

It was a normal routine that whenever he'd come back from a long trip, you'd be waiting for him and take him out on a trip, not that he hasn't been everywhere in Inazuma, just so you could spend more alone time with him. You eyes landed onto the large ship that had arrived, your excitement at its peak. "Yup, we'll take it from here!", you hear a familiar voice, it belonged to the captain of said ship.

"Alright, I'll head off"

There he was, Kaedehara Kazuha, he steps light as a feather as he made his way off the Crux. Your heart beated rapidly in your chest, why did you feel like this? You've known him for so long, yet the effect his has on you is evident, you love him dearly. He hadn't noticed your presence yet which was a good thing, you needed time to lessen the redness on your cheeks.

"Kazu-"

"Hey look! It's Kazuha!"

You turned you head to look at the floating being that cut you off. Paimon doesn't notice you, instead she floats her way with the Traveller (Lumine) towards Kazuha. You observe the interaction between them, not wanting to butt in and seem rude, they exchanged 'hello's' and 'how are you's' but the conversation didn't seem to end, it was bugging you. The Traveller seemed fairly close with Kazuha, a small scowl started to spread on your lips as you eavesdropped onto their convo only for your heart to drop as the Traveller spoke.

"Kazuha, would you like to travel a bit of Inazuma with us? I found some good spots"

You kept silent, in your head you were practically begging for Kazuha to decline her offer.

"Oh? You want me to come?....That sounds good to me"

That goddamn smile, if only it were directed to you and not her. Your eyes lowered to the ground, your hold on your shirt getting tighter as you imagine the two of them travelling together....alone. No, Kazuha isn't interested in the Traveller, right?....right? Your negative thoughts only rise further as you watch them start to walk away.

"But we always do that.....why her?"

(Okay so....y/n kinda sounds like a yandere....I have a tendency to lean things to the yandere side, BUT WHO CARES)

[onim5]

🎃Halloween special Yandere🎃

🎃Halloween special🎃

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x A Crazy Yandere Y/n

Warnings: Don't read it if you're a soft, fluffy person! This one isn't for you unless you have a dark evil side. (Also it's quite long, to build up the scary aura.)

Female reader

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Ace carved the pumpkin. This was a battle, after all. Ace vs. Sabo vs. Luffy, who could make the coolest pumpkin? Luffy had a wide grin, and Sabo was concentrated. It took long, but after everyone was done. "One, Two, THREE!!!" They all said as they showed their pumpkins. Luffy's was carved horribly, but all the rough edges and marks made it creepy. Sabo had given his pumpkin a crazy-like face and an arm that stuck out of its mouth. For Ace, he had made his pumpkin a snake tongue and an evil stitched face. His pumpkin also had blood in the eyes. "You're pumpkin looks wicked," Sabo said, dragging the tongue a little.

"The winner is me." Luffy smiled happily. "Huh, when did we decide that?!" Ace and Sabo yelled. "We need a judge, a real one," Sabo states, picking up his pumpkin. "I can call Marco," Ace suggests. "He's your friend, I don't trust him to judge fairly." Luffy declares childly. "Maybe we should just ask her," Sabo said, pointing at a woman walking outside their house. "I guess that's the simplest way," Ace answered.

You wandered the streets with a bored expression. "Excuse me, do you have a moment?" A voice called out to you. Turning around, you found three boys leaving the house you just walked past. One was younger than the other two. In their hands, lit-up pumpkins. "I do have a moment," you answered. "We just wanna know which one of us made the best-looking pumpkin," Ace explained with a smile. You took a closer look at the pumpkins. First, you looked at the shorter ones, then the blondes, and lastly. . . . .

Ace felt an unease creep up his spine as the woman seemed to be watching him and not the pumpkin. She sighed and stepped back. "That one is abused. This one is a human eater, and yours is a demon. This is hard. I love the pain yours in, and this one lunatic smile is fitting, but I have to say this one is my favorite." You declared, pointing at Ace's pumpkin. Ace smiled happily at his brothers. He let out a "Ha" for his triumph. However, his grin disappeared as the woman came uncomfortably close.

"Well, then I will be taking my leave. Make sure to put out all three pumpkins cause together they look the best." You smiled sweetly. "What did she whisper?" Sabo asked. "Let's go in," Ace mumbled, hurrying. Luffy and Sabo followed, confused. "What did she say?" Luffy asked, curious. "She, um, she licked my ear lobe and then whispered. 'That's just right." Ace answered, seeing as the door was closed.

The days went by, and Halloween would soon be here.

Ace's eyes burst open, and he sits up immediately. His mind takes a while to comprehend what happened. But as he takes in his surroundings, a calm washes over him. "A nightmare." Ace covered his face. It had been long since he had one last. Removing his hands surprised he realized he had been crying.

The dream was faint, but he knew it was about a woman, that woman. "Get a hold of yourself. This is just stupid." He whispered to himself. However, the unease didn't fade.

"Are you alright?" Marco asked as he studied Ace's dark eyebags and sloppy outfit. "Yeah, no worries?" Ace answered. "But you've seemed off lately." Marco protested in a calm tone. Ace frowned and looked away. "It's nothing important." With that final answer, Ace left the classroom. Marco followed with his eyes, concern evident on his features.

Ace made his way around the room. Where did he put his old paint? After a while, he spotted them on his closet, so he took a chair and took the paint down. Though as he had taken down most of the bottles, he spotted a weird box. He couldn't remember having placed it there, so he grabbed it too, only to find. . . . .

Sabo looked at Ace's door as he heard the sound of a loud bang. Sighing, he opened the door and found Ace on the floor in a panic attack. "Oi, Ace, what's wrong?!" Sabo asked, crouching down next to him. Ace shivered as he pointed up on his closet. Sabo looked up at it and then went up on the chair. His eyes widened, and a lump formed in his stomach as he grabbed the camera that was recording.

Ace looked at Sabo and then at Luffy. It had already been cleared that none of them had put the camera in his room. "Do you think there's more?" Luffy asked. So they searched and found six more. "This is concerning," Sabo said as he placed the last on the table. There weren't any cameras in Luffy's nor Sabo's room, making it clear Ace was the target. "I call the police," Sabo said, walking to the other room.

"Ace, has anything else happened that is weird?" Luffy asked, scratching his head. Ace thought a little, and then it hit him. "Well, a lot of people have started to avoid me," Ace said, leaning onto the table. "Who are we speaking of?" Luffy asked. "Vanessa, Karen, Linda, Elizabeth, and actually a lot of the girls who always tried to become my significant other," Ace answered. "Hmm, yeah, I remember now. I haven't seen them either." Luffy stated.

With the police, they figured out that the cameras had been in Ace's room for a week.

The three brothers watched the news article in shock as it stood that a bunch of girls had been found dead in a basement. The girls' names were.

Vanessa, Karen, Linda, Elizabeth, Veronica, Maja, Another Linda, Julia, Stella, Lauren, Alex, Maria, Betty, Bell, Tiana,

All of the girls were Ace familiar with. They had all been around him now and then.

As they kept on reading, they found out every single one had stitched faces and blood running down their eyes. Significating that it was the same murder. Ace looked at his pumpkin, a bad feeling lingering deep down.

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There will be a part two of this one. (Hopefully)

Masterlist

Halloween specials

[digitalwavemedia]

Your Boyfriend But I The Yandere - My Boyfriend A Your Boyfriend Fan Game

[yandereloveraw]

Danny! Y/N, at Xavier: Oh, you say that you want it, so baby, come get it~ Don't just talk about it.

🩶 Don't - Ari Abdul [Song belongs to Ari Abdul]

[aweirdfan101]

I loved the last one! And I hope you don't mind me asking for another Winston Loomis one again! I like that little man. Anyway, I was thinking about female Y/N being a yandere for Winston Loomis? This is probably really random. But do make sure to drink water and eat properly, and sleep well!

Hello dearie! This is actually a really interesting request and it really got me thinking about Winston. I think you’re also making me simp for him. He’s so cuteee.

Warnings: Mentions of murdere! These are Yandere headcanons

Type of writing: Fanfiction, headcanons

About: Winston Loomis with a Fem!Y/n who’s a yandere

Characters: Winston Loomis, Fem!Y/n

Winston Loomis x Fem!yandere!reader headcanons

💚Winston actually got onto you being a yandere pretty quick. The first thing he noticed was your stalking.

💚You would have to be insanely good at hiding being a yandere to actually have him not find out about it. Because you gotta remember the company he works at.

💚At first, he’s actually flattered with the stalking, because at the moment that was all he thought it was. He also loved you, too. To be completely honest he probably stalked you too at first, even if he wasn’t a yandere he probably stalks sometimes.

💚Winston is sort of intimidated by you when he finally realizes you’re the one murdering everyone he’s close with, because he catches onto all these deaths happening around him. He even worries about you and tries to distance himself from you because he didn’t want you to get hurt.

💚Then he realized it was you, but at the same time Winston also feels more protected. He’s glad he usually has your eyes on him so if anyone tries anything with him, a knife would appear in their back.

💚The only thing he would hate is being kidnapped. That’s one thing he couldn’t stand. (But at the same time it’s a regular thing lmfao) If this is after VTSOM he’d probably have some ptsd from being kidnapped by VINCENT.

💚If you did kidnap him though, he’d try to make the best of it. At least he loves you. Depending on how you treat him he would either hate you, or feel an odd sense of comfort whenever you’re around.

💚I feel deep down Winston really wants to be taken care of. So I feel like if you just kidnapped him, took care of him, and smothered him with love. He’d feel pretty content with you. And may even thank you at one point.

💚Overall Winston would be a very calm and even alright with being kidnapped depending on treatment.

💚But let’s say you don’t kidnap him, you can bare just murdering and stalking for him. He’d pretend not to notice. He’d stay close to you and if he really loved you he would even make more moves and even take his chances at flirting.(No one can convince me he doesn’t suck at flirting, bro probably has -2 social skills. Still love Winston though.)

💚Honestly though, I feel like all of the VTSOM characters would at least have some sort of yandere tendencies or problems with stalking to an extent. Winston isn’t excluded from this and probably stalks, which is probably how he saw you murder someone.

💚Winston is probably used to the weirdest shit from his company so he is sort of desensitized to all this. His only problem is framing. He probably hates the thought of framing because, well he was framed. He would still love you though, especially instead of Vincent getting him out of prison it was you.

[gachaclubideas]

Another yandere royal Y/n ideas

Warning⚠️: Blood and gore in the last picture

For the people who don't know what does the third and fourth picture means. In the third picture, f!Y/n's love interest write a letter to their lover and gn!Y/n was there, so they decided to tell f!Y/n about it in the fourth picture

[danijaci]

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

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Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader.

WC so far- 20k

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

Soooo this is a tease of a full fic- Pour it up

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[meo-eiru]

Delusional Yandere Elf

Quick colored sketch to show his colors

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~