#Yandere ish

[cronchybuffalo]

I'm back from being banished to the shadow realm, yes my blog was restricted for days and oh boy it was wack, anyways just gonna put this stupid doodle here cause uh I like to live on the edge.

[just-null]

i am literally on my KNEEEEEESSSSS. please please make more yandere hantengu clone art.. i don’t care if you don’t color it in or if it’s just a simple sketch PLEASE 😞

is the threat directed at you??? at others??? at something else??? do you even want to find out??? You'll probably be okay if you get back home before dark and make it up to him.

[yokoluvv]

THINKING ABOUT...

silly lil stalker who thinks he's so discreet; watching you eat lunch, hang out with your friends, walk back home, it's funny.

he thinks he's invisible to you. but you catch a glimpse of his figure amongst the crowd, his hair peeking out from odd places. you notice the decreasing number of underwear you own, you notice the absence of your favorite pen, the random paper you doodled on gone from your desk.

it was funny, at first. you humoured him. but it quickly got frustrating.

so you did what any other person would do and cornered him. it was to confront him on his creepy and perverted behaviour at first, sure, but you got sidetracked. and no one can blame you. they'd understand if they were in your shoes.

he's soo cute, you think. his hands fidgeting, ears red. his eyes on anywhere but your own. so small compared to you. the mission at hand long forgotten.

he cries out, the sound jumping off the empty halls. everybody's long gone. he shrieks every time you touch him, his body trembling. pretty tears streaming down his face, staining his cheeks as he begs you to properly touch him.

please, please touch him. pull at his skin, shove your fingers down his throat, just touch him, anywhere. you've edged him for too long, he just needs a little push, please. he'll do everything you tell him to do, your obedient, personal stalker. so please, stop teasing him and fill him up.

and to his luck, you do. you fill him up so good, you fit so snugly in him. he's whining when it's just the tip, moaning out how he's going to be such a good boy, how he's going to be your personal whore. you can degrade him, call him names and insult him and watch as he bucks his hips at every word coming out your mouth. such a pervert.

he doesn't follow you after that, your stuff back in their place. feels weird, you didn't think he'd give up so easily.

the next time you see him, he's at your doorstep already fumbling his words. he didn't give up, not yet.

I normally don't post the things I write here but something possessed me

[partiallysame]

Something something Soap won’t shut up about the pretty bird that gets coffee near his house everyday. He’s convinced he’s in love but refuses to go talk to them and ghost is tired of hearing about the pretty smile and shiny eyes over comms on missions. So Soap comes home to find you tied up in his living room with a “you’re welcome” note from his lieutenant.

[phighter-kisser]

thinking about yandere / obsessive forsaken,, ding ding ding food time everyone

this is going to be so ooc but,,, this is for fun

Chance who not-so-subtly flirts with you after a rough round only to lay awake at night wondering if you even picked it up

Two Time who obsessively writes about you; everything from how you acted around them today and down to bloodtype and what color you painted your nails

Guest 1337 who stands beside you in rounds like some sort of attack dog, ready to jump infront of you at any moment and dragging you back to his side whenever you stray too far from him

[yanderemommabean]

Mama, who would be more likely to hunt their darling down? Choso or Gojo? Or both of them? Having a bit of a want for being chased 😌

Oh god…Gojo in that shibuya train station scene was definitely the epitome of what we’d want, but Choso has the urge to hunt too. He’d break through walls while showing his teeth in a manic snarl trying to get you.

Satoru would just cackle and flick his fingers, showing you that yeah. You can’t hide. Whatever’s in the way, he’ll destroy it. (Like Tojis torso).

Choso would grunt and heave when he finally has you pinned too, same with Gojo, but they aren’t angry- they’re riled up and annoyed that clothes are in the way.

Choso def does “puppy brain” when he finally gets you. Starts acting like a dog, needy and clingy, but still not letting you go, even threatening to break an arm or two.

Gojo would wipe his face clean of sweat and maybe even blood and ask if you’re done throwing a tantrum.

…I need these two carnally (and ship them tbh I mean…why not. Let’s live a little.)

-Mommabean

[satoblue]

giving satoru the spare key to your apartment feels like a huge milestone in your relationship — a gesture of trust, a silent invitation into your personal world. you’re practically telling him “yes, you can come in whenever you want.” and oh, does that make his heart race. he’s practically glowing with excitement, thrilled that he can finally enter your space with your permission now… so it’s not weird anymore!

not that he’d ever admit it but… he already has a copy. he wouldn’t want to bother you with the details though — it was for your safety, really. on the nights he can’t sleep, tossing and turning in the cold bed sheets in his lavish penthouse, he’ll quietly let himself in at your place and sit by your bedside — just to make sure you’re okay. to ease the gnawing worry in his chest. and that’s all it is! nothing creepy. he swears.

and when you eventually ask him to move in with you? oh, he’ll be over the moon. and not because he’ll have more access — he already had that. but because now he won’t have to pretend. he can watch over you all he wants, like he was always meant to. to keep you safe. bc no one — no one can protect you like he can. after all, he is gojo satoru — the strongest.

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P1]

(Yandere × F!Reader)

[Series link]

[Warning: obssessive, workplace/academic discrimination, xenophobia, mention of SA, slowburn, dense plot, not even sure if its dark romance, not sure if its romance at all]

You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

You knew his type. Rich, spoiled, and never told no. In college, you would see them flocking down walkways in goofy polos, or if there were events, in color-coded suits and ties as if going to their first communion. They were never alone, stuck in bubbles of laughters and champagnes and vape vapors. You were not there besides them. You sat rooted in the library chair, dropping in and out of kickbacks of other students who also never fit into their puzzle of oxfords and high heels. You didn't resent them. You had your own little life. You found comfort in turning it up in the weekend with your fierce eyeliner and fishnet when your bank balance was full, or sitting in your friends' living room greening out on Mexican weed when you were broke.

So when you graduated side by side with them, ordered by names, you didn't feel as if you missed the school spirit. Your ex was chatting up with his crowd a couple rows down, arms in arms with a known rapist. In a sea of them you treaded in your scuffed heels and walked the stadium to your fine, leather-bordered diploma and took a half-hearted photo with the dean before sneaking out early, never to see any of them again. Sure, you missed your friends, but you could always call and catch flights (when your bank balance so permits). The rest of them slipped off your mind easily like vapor.

You moved country. That was the right move. Sure, you could stay in the States and try out a desk job, but you didn't find it in you to belong. Plus, with the recent development of AI  technology coupled with the impending economic recession, you weren't too optimistic about finding a position that lasts. So you packed up and left, missing barely anything. 4 years of your life remained in the tissues your cried into in the dingy airport toilet. You called your family to let them know your ambition. They scoffed, trying to talk you out of it for the last time yet, before their persuasion became discouragement. Before they told you that the corporation needed an heir, and that you were stubborn just like your father was. You turned off your phone and boarded. Your 20s seemed wide open, soaring with you, louder than the plane engine that roared even in your sleep.

3 years later, in your little cubicle in a Japanese high school, you didn't feel like you were soaring anymore. Perhaps your wings got caught somewhere, shredded in the engine just before you landed. You buried your head into piles of notebooks, your red pen gliding. The power to decide who passed and who failed was in your hands, and the soft-hearted nature you carried with you squirmed as you had to mark down zeros and ones. You found yourself smiling at your students and encouraging them, as well as enduring the resistance from the rebellious ones. Little by little, the spark of hope in you matured into a quiet resolution. You learnt to be calmer, to hang your head more, and to speak less of your opinions. In the mirror, you saw a new face.

You pushed on, narrowing your shoulders in the subway, cooking your dinner in your modest kitchen, and packing your own lunch at five in the morning. Sometimes you went out with your coworkers, sometimes you remained indoor. Settling in a monotony as Tokyo raged on with its flourescent storm, you feel, in your quiet moments, as if you were half asleep.

Then one summer morning just before another school year ended, the head of the foreign teacher department walked in. Walking by her was a face you didn't recognize.

"This is Mr. Lukas."

As customary, you stood up and greeted with a polite smile.

"Yes, good morning Mrs. Tahara. Good morning Mr. Lukas."

"I know this is late into the school year", Tahara said, "but Mr. Lukas is the perfect fit for our school. He has plans to stick with us for the next 2 years, so I was hoping he would get the training he needs by trying out at our summer program."

"That seems like a lovely idea", you acknowledged.

"Since you have the most experience in our department so far, and also the only one left since the rest of the team has taken an early vacation as customary for them", Tahara continues, finally building up to her point, "I was wondering if it is not much trouble for you to mentor him this summer. I know that you have said that you would take the summer off this year, but there is nobody else we would trust quite as much!"

You felt a knot of frustration in your chest. After 3 years of dedicating yourself to the summer program, you did finally decide to take the summer off to have some time for yourself. Truth was, you had found yourself growing weary of the monotony in your life which had lulled you into a state of daydream. This summer was supposed to be for you to travel and visit your family. Plus, with the money your had accumulated by pinching your purse, you were hoping to finally fly to LA to meet with a long-term friend you had been dying to see.

But you knew this was not a request. It was an order. Though Tahara was smiling, she was not going to take "no" as an answer. The woman did not climb to her position in this expensive international high school in the heart of Tokyo by being softhearted like you.

"I see", you nodded, the blank smile yet to leave your face, "Very well, then. I will do my best."

Tahara also did not let hers falter when she tried to soothe you, "I heard the staff vacation is to Thailand this year. How exciting, right? It is the 10th year anniversary of our school after all. Tell you what, I will lobby for you the best room there is!"

The pang in your heart did not go away as you chuckled, "Oh, there is no need at all. Please, I am happy to do this job."

"Nonsense", Tahara insists, "Best room there is! Please leave that to me. All you need to worry about is Mr. Lukas."

You bowed your head.

"Thank you very much. I will do my best."

With that, Tahara turns to the newcomer: "Your cubicle is right here next to her. Please get settled in, and she will show you around. You have her full attention for today- I checked, there are no classes today, right, Miss?"

You nodded at the last part. Tahara briskly walked away, leaving Lukas standing in front of you.

You finally turned your attention to him, getting a good look for the first time yet. Lukas was tall, black haired, with a strong nose and freckles. His defined body was complemented by his white button-up and slack pants. The way his body opens up by his wide shoulders and his face held up high told you that he was a stranger not only to this work environment, but to the country as a whole. He still seemed alert, yet to be lulled into sleep like you.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lukas", you held your hand out for him to shake. His hand was soft, and his grip was gentle. You could tell clearly now... he hadn't been a working man.

"Hi", he smiled, "I'm so excited to be here. I'm all yours now, so... lay it all on me!"

American, you mused in your head, noticing his accent and the loud, overly friendly manner. He reminded you of the people you knew from college.

"Of course. Let me give you a quick tour of the school before we get started!"

"Great! It's a beautiful school. Can't wait!"

The moment you and him exited the teacher lounge, Lukas couldn't help but immediately make small talks.

"So... how long have you been working here?"

"Oh, for 3 years now", you replied absentmindedly.

"Woah, that's a long time. To be honest, I just graduated college last December, so this is all totally new to me."

You hummed and pointed out to him the nurse's office, letting him know that he could find assistance there in case of student injuries. Finding it difficult to simply ignore his attempt at a conversation and partially feeling sympathetic at the assumption that he may feel alone in a new country, you picked up the small talk.

"I understand it may feel intimidating at first. I was just like you... moving from an American college to work here is a big change."

"Oh, you were in the States, too? Where at?"

His head turned toward you. He seemed intrigued.

"Yes. I was studying in Texas. X Univerisity."

"So you are smart, then. I was in T University. Your rival school."

"That's a good school, too. What did you major in?"

He sheepishly grinned.

"I was in their business program. What about you?"

You didn't want to divulge more information about yourself, so you directed the focus back on him: "Business? Then what makes you decide to teach here in Japan?"

"Well, I wanted a change of pace... My family, they have a job lined up for me already, and I can come back for it whenever I want. So right now I guess I'm just, like, trying to live my life, you know? Figuring myself out. I thought Japan would be a nice start."

A part of you felt that you could relate to him. Indeed ... if you wanted, you could simply go back to your own family company and work toward inheriting it. But from the way he was talking, it seemed he had a better relationship with his folks.

"That's a great way to challenge yourself", you nodded, now leading him to visit the indoor gym. Your indifference toward him left you with a lukewarm response.

"What about you? You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

It was your turn to look at him now, a bit bewildered. You didn't expect him to show interest in what you do. Most people usually got caught up in talking about themselves, especially with you who knew to ask more questions to evade the attention.

"Oh... well, I guess I've been interested in linguistics ever since high school. This place put me into curriculum development and researching, so I figured it would be a great addition to my CV."

He narrowed his eyes barely.

"So you have a plan?"

"I do."

"You wanna get a Master's?"

"Well, higher, if I can."

"Ahhh... so you are smart smart."

Uncomfortable now that the topic was you, you quickly looked away: "Not really. Tell me, what is the position your folks have lined up for you?"

He chuckled.

"Business consultant. It's nothing special, but it's steady."

"Where are they based?"

"New York."

Right. So they have money money.

"Are you perhaps a nepo baby?"

He laughed.

"Well, I guess you could say that. But I don't want to be defined by them. I want to create my own ... my values, you know?"

You almost felt yourself sympathizing with him, but the feeling of seperation came back. You remembered the looks you received and the empty seat next to you in classes filled with his type. You remembered being talked over and put aside when you wanted to speak on team projects. You remembered the blatantly perverted things you were told, the arms that linked with rapists, the lack of protection that you and your friends got from anyone when one of them had laid his hands onto a girl you knew.

"Anyway... would you be free for dinner sometimes this week? I'm totally new and alone here, and I could use someone to show me around, you know?"

You held back a sigh as you looked at him who had stopped in his track. He still was younger and, as he said, new and alone in Tokyo. When you were just like him, your coworkers indeed did you the same favor he was asking of you.

"Yes, I can arrange that."

"Does tonight work? If you don't mind, of course."

Against the strange aftertaste that lingered on your tongue, you agreed: "I can do that."

You knew that it wasn't in your nature to ignore someone who felt lost. But you decided that you would not be too close a friend with him. After all, you knew his type.

[bowsergotdunked]

CW// very bright colors & eyestrain!!!

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i got inspired while listening to Monitoring by DECO*27 and i kind of went rogue (￣ ∇ ￣ ; )ゞ

that song is so good augh ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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face close-up ⤵

[moonsglare]

sara has been poisoned.

you know this because she has been sick longer than any fever lasts for, but more so because you’ve spent nearly the entire past decade of your life studying poisons in sumeru. the anatomy of a poisoning is an old friend of yours; the poison, the poisoned organism, the injury to the cells, and the symptoms and signs—which is usually succeeded by death, although you are not so unskilled to undo the effects of a simple almond-based poison. no, the poison itself is not your concern, hastily and poorly concocted as it is.

no, your concern is the bastard who would dare do such a thing to your wife.

sara shivers as you pat a damp cloth to her forehead. her face is flushed with fever, sweat beading on her neck. her fingers grip and relax the bedding of her futon, eyes squeezed shut as the poison rips through her. you’ve already administered the antidote, but the aftereffects are still something sara must weather alone. it makes your heart ache. you are used to seeing your wife as a pillar of strength, so to see her reduced to quivering frailness brings out a grief in your heart you only experienced once, as your mother lay dying. you lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand. sara groans, but some of the tension in her expression melts at the gesture.

just then, the door slides open with a soft sound. by the cadence of the footsteps—even, controlled, but with the weight of the house’s master—you know it is your brother, ayato. you do not look at him when you speak, your voice deceptively soft.

“have you discovered the culprit, brother?”

ayato hums behind you. “i have. one kujou kurose, a minor officer from one of the kujou branch families.”

“a fellow member of the kujou?”

“yes. though, he has made his disapproval of takayuki’s adoption of sara clear from the beginning. now that takayuki is out of the picture, i suspect he felt bold enough to make his move and get rid of her as well.”

you snort derisively as you brush some damp hair out of sara’s face. “he would commit treason out of jealousy?”

“the human heart is fickle,” ayato says evenly. “so, what is it you plan to do, sister?”

you tuck the sheets a little tighter around sara, then rise to your feet. you turn, and offer ayato a carefully measured smile—the smile your father taught both you and ayato to wear; the one that brings with it unrest. ayato recognises it innately, and a spark of amusement lights up his usually placid eyes.

“why, invite them to tea, of course.”

-

kujou kurose is a poor actor.

you learn this as you sit across from him at tea, listening to him ramble and rave about just how terrible it is for general kujou to have fallen ill. your hands squeeze your teacup tight enough that the glass might have cracked in your grip. instead, you grit your teeth and patiently endure his incessant blabbering, before insisting he have some tea.

“sakura blend,” you elaborate. “the petals came from the sacred sakura. it is intended to promote good health.”

kujou kurose idly strokes his beard and chuckles. “is that so? then let us drink to general kujou’s continued good health. please, pour some for me.”

you smile—polite as ever—and lean forward to lift the teapot. the collar of your kimono shifts with the action, and you can feel kurose’s eyes linger on the brief flash of your exposed collarbones. a stab of annoyance flickers through you, but you tamp it down. you pour his tea, then return to your seated position. kurose, to his credit, is not so barbaric to forget the etiquette of tea. he sips his tea from his cup slowly, expression smoothing out as the warm, sweet liquid tips down his throat. your smile does not leave your face. when he sets his cup back down, his expression is utterly calm, relaxed.

fool.

your own tea is untouched. you watch him carefully as you speak. “is the tea to your liking, my lord?”

kurose gives you a look. opens his mouth and tries to speak.

he fails.

you cannot stop the sheer delight on your face as you watch the man realise he cannot move at all. his eyes, once arrogant and deceptive, are now filled solely with fear. rage flickers across his expression briefly, but the fear resurges without mercy as he experiences what it is like to have no control over your body. as he remains stone-still in paralyzed fear, you raise your own cup to your lips and take a sip. the tea is warm and sweet—but to your seasoned palette of poisons, the subtle bitter hints of paralytic are obvious.

not that it bothers you. you’ve been ingesting your own poisons (in controlled doses, of course) since your first year at the akademiya to get a leg up on your coursemates in describing and documenting the effects of assorted poisons. suffice to say, you’ve developed a reasonable amount of tolerance to poisons, especially the ones you crafted yourself.

others, like kurose? not so much.

when you set your teacup down, there is nothing in his expression but despair. that dark, vindictive part of you howls with glee at the sight, and you give him your first true smile of the afternoon. when you speak, your voice is low, like a serpent slithering through tall grass.

“did you think i would not know, kurose?” you use his first name casually, as befitting your status both as a kamisato, and the general’s wife. “the walls have ears, kurose, and you have been so very loud.”

his throat bobs. you had given him just enough of a dosage to paralyze most of his muscles, but not enough to freeze the ones in his lungs or heart. at least, not yet.

“i know you poisoned my wife,” you continue, your tone hardly betraying anything. the conversation flows as if you were merely speaking of ther weather. “and i know it is because you are too much of a bitch to face her in honorable combat.”

if kurose could move, he would have flinched. but he can’t, so the best he can manage is a frenzied look of pure panic in his eyes.

“so you resorted to these… pathetic, underhanded methods you know sara would never dream of partaking in. and you thought, like this, you might win. and even if she didn’t die, you could not be implicated because of a lack of evidence, and that sara’s own respect for the law would let you walk free. but i’m afraid your cowardice is only matched by your stupidity,” you spit, unable to contain your vitriol any longer. “because if you think i subscribe to such restrictions, you are sorely mistaken.”

you have been away from inazuma for years, studying in the land of wisdom. and many have forgotten just who you are, but you are a kamisato. they call your sister a heron, sweet and beautiful. they call your brother a fox, cunning and charming. but you? you are nothing so warm-blooded. you are a snake in the grass, coiled in on yourself, fangs filled with venom. and archons help whoever is foolish enough to tread too close to your nest.

“make an attempt on my wife’s life again, kurose, and i will watch the light leave your eyes myself.”

and with that, you stand, forgoing a bow, and leave the trembling man in your living room with a swish of your silk kimono.

-

sara blinks as she looks down at one of her documents. she’s since recovered from her illness, and has resumed her duties as general. currently, she’s going over her backlog of paperwork that accumulated while she was unwell. and one of them is particularly odd—kujou kurose’s resignation letter.

“strange,” she mutters, and you look up from your embroidery to glance at her. you tilt your head in question.

“what is, dearest?”

“uncle kurose resigned,” she says, scanning over the document again. “he said he feels ‘too old’ to keep attending to his role within the clan. he’ll be… taking an extended trip to liyue to recuperate, apparently.”

you only hum at that. “mm, it is not too surprising. he is quite old, no?”

“well…” sara sighs. “he is old, yes, but he is also… tenacious. i didn’t think he’d resign unless he died. so it’s just weird, i suppose.”

you set your embroidery down with a smile, rising to your feet to pad softly over to her side. your brush her bangs away from her forehead and press a soft kiss to her temple. sara makes a tiny, surprised noise, a delicate flush settling on her cheeks as your hand rises to cup her jaw.

“you’re so caring, my dear,” you chuckle. “i’m sure he’s quite fine. it isn’t like he was threatened or anything—he’s still a kujou, after all. who would dare?”

sara sighs again, and leans into your touch. “you’re right.”

“i always am,” you quip, and sara rolls her eyes affectionately. she turns her head and presses a quick kiss to your palm.

“i love you,” she whispers, and your eyes soften. you lower your head to catch her lips in a soft kiss. she tastes like peppermint tea and sugar, the blend you made specifically for her. you breathe your reply against her lips.

“i love you too, my dear.”

[ysaefinn]

actually wanted to send an ask for a while but you need it now so...

VALE, MAKE MORE WOLF!SUGURU AND LAMB!READER CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRS 🛐🛐

DEAEST ANON MY SAVIOR!!! I plan i plan i plan to expand on this and turn it into a fic but for now i will be dropping some lore.

As previously mentioned, he's very subservient and overprotective and literally thinks he was placed on this planet to serve and protect you. He really does wholeheartedly believe that you're the purest life form there is and understands that you're capable and clever, but he's so desperate to be of use to you. Is actually restless if he's not doing things for you.

He somehow manages to balance between seeing you as this precious devine entity in need of constant servitude and also respecting the shit out of you??? He's pretty fucking weird icl 😭😭

I have this wip of an idea that the whole meeting happened when you left your flock and wandered into the forest as it's something you do quiet often (not very approved of by your peers, but i want lamb!reader to be a powerful independent presence) and he catches a glimpse of you and is immediately intrigued lol, his infatuation only grows when he approaches you and you completely shut down his attempts for a conversation, you came here to be alone remember? You stay on his mind long after you return back home and he is left to wonder when you'll be back.

I feel like you wouldn't pay any mind to him at first. He'll have to work for your attention, lmaoo, but when you do, eventually get together (it starts with you visiting him in the forest more often and even staying at his own place) or even just reciprocate a fraction of his feelings, he goes apeshit and probably oversteps 😭😭 like an overprotective mother he starts INSISTING you stay at his house so he could take care of you better and sleep well, catches bunnies for you and crashes out when you refuse to let him hand feed you what he cooked, will be placing both of ur food portions in the same plate<- this is a fixation of his, coaxes you to sleep in his arms, the whole overbearing husband experience, he's very clingy and doting tbh, he really wants to tend to you. Also he's obsessed with your ears.

You could try to ghost him, but he would definitely just destroy your reputation to have you return to him, starts to show up on front of your home like a crazy ex and gives everyone else a heart attack, eventually the other lambs associate you two together and choose to "sacrifice you" to the vicious beast in the forest. That way, in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. This way you have nowhere else to go. You'll have to let him tend to you properly.

He will whimper and pout like a puppy when you freak out on him about it, bcuz really he doesn't wnat to upset you ever, but he sees this as necessary evil or some form of tough love? but really, what can you do? At the end of the day, he's the only person who doesn't think you're a bad Oman.

[cronchybuffalo]

TW: Excess blood and cartoony/unrealistic gore under, I better not getting shadowban for this or Ima del and privatteer linked

[partiallysame]

Socially anxious Konig didn’t mean to start stalking you. Or breaking into your apartment. He really didn’t, but that being said, he is usually much better at it. But somehow you know. Like immediately. And he’s panicking.

He was a creature of habit and it’s really not his fault that you were too. He noticed you walk past him and fell in love the first time and then again the same time next week. And then again the next week. It must’ve been the universe that willed his feet to follow you. Not a conscious choice to hide behind the corner so you wouldn’t see him ofc. Following you around was fun and all but he wanted to know you. Really know you. More than just the stores you went to. Or the restaurants you frequented. So he broke into your apartment while you were at work. A natural progression and not at all weird he told himself.

The large man found himself in heaven when he first stepped into your apartment and smelled you all around him. The first time he walked in and then left. Too overwhelmed to go in more than a few steps. But he worked his way up to entering your space a couple times a week. Going in further each time until he started touching things. Curiosity controlled his movements. He opened the cupboards, large frame reaching for the top of the door instead of the handle to pull it open and admire the dish-ware you had, wiping dust from the top of the cabinet onto his pants. Fully fascinated by the amount of makeup products you had. Even found himself sticking his finger lightly in some shimmer just to freak out when somehow he was completely covered in glitter. Picking up a brush or two to see how they felt. A few weeks into it he started feeling bad about his intrusions when his mind started to wander to his dirty fantasies about you. Sifting through your underwear drawer and pulling a pair from the back to tuck into his pocket. You won’t miss this one, it was hiding in the back. He noticed you only ever wear and wash the ones in the front. It had been weeks and he knew everything he could about you but he needed more. He needed to see you. So again, a natural progression and not weird at all, he planted a camera. He placed the small camera into a space in your bathroom, mixed in with all your makeup. He wanted to see you get ready (the fact that it was near the shower and you’d be naked was just an added bonus). Konig was practically giddy when he got home and turned the camera on. Hoping to see you soon but he didn’t know your schedule once you were home (yet). But his blood ran cold when he opened his computer and checked the camera to see you staring directly at it. Face unreadable, just staring for 5. 10. 20 seconds until your hand slowly reached towards the camera. Fuck fuck fuck. Everything’s ruined. He’s lost you for sure. But your hand passes the camera and grabs something from behind it before you started your bedtime routine. Konig let out the biggest breath of his life.

Returning from work, the moment you stepped into your apartment, the air was different. The faintest smell of something hung in the air. Hmm? You took out the trash and the smell seemed to disappear. Ok not a big deal. But then a few days later the smell was back. Not the trash this time. You couldn’t find exactly where it was coming from. Then you saw a tik tok about how no one ever dusts the top of their cabinets so that was on your agenda. Step stool and duster at the ready, your motion stopped to see large fingerprints in the (embarrassing amount of) dust that was there. Now the wheels in your head were turning. Time to finally break out that one dress that needs that one specific pair of underwear from the back of your drawer. Where the fuck did they go? Going to do your makeup the next day you reached for a brush but got confused when the face brush with sitting with the eye brushes. No you just organized it. You wouldn’t put it there. Ok fine whatever. Open up a brand new eyeshadow pallet to see a smudge and glitter all over the pallet. Ok that’s it. Spending days thinking about all the weird coincidences. Now you are getting ready for bed and there is a small black thing behind a jar you keep in the counter. You know exactly what it is. Don’t make it obvious that you know. The thought in the back of your head that someone had been in your apartment was now a fucking fact. Absolutely wracking your brain trying to figure out who. How. When. Why. Until you are out and about doing your daily things and fuck you think you left your phone in the bathroom at the coffee shop. An abrupt turn from you to quickly head back for your missing device made Konig stop in his tracks. You stopped so hard and fast he almost bulldozed right into you. You walked past him and then stopped again. A smell. Why is it so familiar? Konig can hear is heart fucking beating out of his chest. Too nervous to move from his spot. As he is staring at your back it’s like he can see the wheels turning in your head. Connecting the dots. Oh he was fucked for sure. Lucky for him the stress about losing your phone outweighed the need to confront the handsome giant standing behind you. It’s not like you won’t see him again if you let him go now.

[vynday]

my heart aches whenever your attention isn't on me , didn't you say that i was the only thing making you happy , so why are you giving your attention to other people besides me

[yanderemommabean]

Hi momma! Im ngl i kinda want smiley corps CEO to spoil me and lock me in a nice room. And sit in a huge porcelain bath tub and he helps me wash away my anxiety. But at the same time being spoiled by money is foreign to me so id probably be overwhelmed and push him away. I would like to hears thoughts of yan ceo in that sorta situation.

If you're like me and money is more commission to commission or paycheck to paycheck, it's understandable that suddenly being cared for and everything being paid for would make you highly uncomfortable! The CEO understands to an extent, but he starts to get a bit irked when you even insist on paying for food, gas, and even paying him back.

Why? That's like returning a gift! Is it too much? Not enough?! What does he have to do for you to accept it and his love?! He gets in such a tizzy you might have to explain to him a few times what's actually going on. Once he understands what the core issue is, he's still lost, but, more than willing to do what he calls "exposure therapy" to get it out of your system. Also known as paying for everything anyway and making you accept it, no ifs, ands, or buts. You WILL like your large room, expensive gifts, and nice long baths, and He won't let you try and talk yourself out of it.

And if you absolutely insist on paying him back, he'll ask that you just sit on his face so he can de-stress and just relax in his favorite position.

-Mommabean

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

who do you think is most likely to homewreck a relationship just to get the girl they want? (besides the obvious kisaki 😭)

Ok yeah Kisaki canonically tries to do this so barring him I think we need to look at the character's with low morals/ those who take what they want. These are the first few I thought of.

Hanma- He didn't seem to be that aware of what Kisaki was actually doing but presumably he found out in a bunch of timelines but was still committed to helping. I really don't think he'd see this as being a problem, why not just get the girl? Hanma likes excitement anyway, so I think the idea of getting to fight whoever you're already in a relationship with would appeal to him too. He actually hopes the guy tries to fight him.

Mikey- He always takes what he wants and gets pretty upset when he doesn't. Mikey wouldn't understand why you're with some other guy instead of him anyway, like clearly he's better then that guy? He also wouldn't hesitate to tell you this, to leave that loser and come be his instead (ok not a relationship but he literally does this when he tells Draken to come be his friend instead of following that gang around).

Sanzu- He pretty much does whatever he wants/ thinks is right. So if he's decided that you're what's right for him, then bye bye to your boyfriend. Sanzu probably plays the long game with you though, watches you and finds out what you like, tries to get closer to you before subtly influencing you, telling you your boyfriend is no good. Before eventually threatening your boyfriend to never talk to you again.

Ran + Rindou- Put them together because I think they're quite similar in this aspect. They both seem to think they're better then others and that they should have what they want. So both would likely use their influence and charm to get you. Ran would likely be the more outgoing one, and I think he would especially like the idea of taunting your boyfriend and showing off his relationship with you to him. Where as Rindou is a bit more straight forward and would just want to fight the guy so you two can be together without any interruptions.

Izana- He would definitely not hesitate to get in between you and your boyfriend, wouldn't see anything wrong about doing this either. He wants you, you want him (even if you don't he'd probably convince himself) so what's so wrong about it? I think he'd actually be very excited to meet your boyfriend and potentially fight him, he's excited to finally get to be with you.

Taiju- Would beat the guy up and laugh while doing it too, he definitely likes to play around a bit while fighting so would likely tease him that you're his now too.

Koko- Specifically Koko after he lost Akane, he already lost one love so he wouldn't let himself lose another ever again. Actually convinces himself that he's doing this for you too, he can protect you and provide for you so much better then your current boyfriend. So of course you should be with him instead, he'll love you and give you everything you've ever wanted.