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pathetic yandere boyfriend who hangs on your every word and bends to your every whim. pathetic yandere boyfriend who pushes aside everyone else's existence just to give you his unwavering, undivided attention. pathetic yandere boyfriend who treats you like his god, his world, his dearly beloved darling. gladly getting on his knees and worshipping every aspect of your heavenly being. pathetic yandere boyfriend who craves nothing but your unending love and devotion. because who is he without you? pathetic yandere boyfriend who despises the people who dare think to be in your presence. they don't deserve you. they don't understand you like he does. why would you spend time with them? is he not good enough? what do they have that he doesn't? he should be the only to hear your laugh, see your smile, feel your warmth, bask in your gorgeous glory. do you not love him? is that it? are you thinking of leaving me? for them? what'd i do? i'll do anything. anything for you to fix it. please don't leave me. i'll beg if i have to.
because who am i without you?
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yandere! cheater and gn! reader who's in their villain arc...
you've suspected that something was up when your boyfriend started to get busy with his work, coming home late, hiding his phone from you...
of course you just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he really was just stressed from his work. he was yourboyfriend after all. you had to trust him, didn't you?
well everything was shattered when you found one of his side chicks under your shared bed. she was naked, only wearing a pair of undies while holding in her pee.
"wtf why are you hiding under here?"
"your bf doesn't want u to know that he's cheating. told me that he'd kill me if i came out."
yeah, so the girl was an asshole to get with your man when she knew that he was in a relationship but at least she told it to your face straight up. also she pissed herself while getting out from the bed so there's that.
meanwhile, your boyfriend was sobbing and crying when he came home. you had found out of his side affairs, a side he never wanted you to find out about. to be honest, your boyfriend didn't know why he he got with others in the first place. he had everything he could ever want in you. you made him feel alive, all the good things you know. being with you was like a dream come true and he constantly felt like tearing out his skin from how happy you made him.
you were his god.
oh, yeah, thinking about it now that's probably it. he felt that you were too good for him and didn't want to taint you. which... was why he resorted to sleeping with others.
shitty move, yeah he knows. don't need to repeat it.
but you... why were you so forgiving? you welcomed him back with open arms, sobbed a little and told him how hurt you were! he thought you'd have up and left by now!
but you didn't.
he knew you were too good for him, he had to treat you better now. he just had to, this was obviously you giving him a second chance, right? oh he just loves you so much!
unfortunately for him, it wasn't a second chance. no, you were about to absolutely ruin this man.
it started with the small things. small rumours about him ranging from how he had a small dick to how he's a pushover... you needed to start your plan slow, you know. tear his reputation of a good and sensible man bit by bit. gotta build up that tension teehee >w<
then from the rumours, you started manipulating the people close to him. crocodile tears, white lies, and a whole pity party for yourself... telling his friends and family members how your boyfriend was an absolute shit of a boyfriend, how he didn't treat you right and how he was the worst an alive... well, it wasn't much of a lie. he did spoil you and treat you like a deity but if he really treasured you why would he cheat in the first place? there's no space left in your life to pity him.
the most important part was to constantly reassure him that you loved him and to make sure that he never finds out that you were the one ruining his life from behind the scenes. can't let him find out that his angel lover is the one that's bringing him to social death now!
by this stage, your boyfriend was completely dependent on you. everyone around him was looking at him like he was the absolute scum of the earth. where did the rumours come from? why was everyone avoiding him? he couldn't even go to work without his coworkers side-eyeing him like he grew an extra head! he's just lucky he didn't get fired-
oh and what do you know. he got fired.
he comes home crying, an absolute mess and a shell of the man that he used to be. what was once a confident and charming man is now a desperate and pathetic boyfailure.
"baby i got fired, i'm so sorry. i don't deserve to be with you."
his arms wrap aorund your legs, tears staining your pants as he seeks comfort from the only person still left by his side. yes, you're the only person left dying for. even his own parents desserted him, yet you stayed. he's so thankful-
"yeah, you're right. you don't deserve me."
it's like time stops the second the words fall from your lips. he slowly looks up at you, eyes widening in horror as his tears dry up. what? was he growing delusional? he must've heard you wrong. no way his beloved god just said that!
"haha... you're so sweet baby. joking around in a time like this-"
"i'm not joking. you don't deserve someone like me."
you slap his hands away, looking down at him as he remains on his knees on the floor. you had a smug smile, expression all cocky as you even started to laugh.
"haha! did you really think i wanted to stay with you? fuck no! i have standards okay? i really didn't want to stay with a cheater!"
your boyfriend didn't know what to think. what were you saying? he doesn't understand. is this a late april fools prank? the way his heart was clenching and the way he felt his face paled shows just how much he doesn't like your words.
"babe stop-"
"i hate you god damnit. i really thought you'd be the one for me but no! you just had to go ahead and cheat!"
but you didn't listen to him.
"let's break up."
oh yeah, you hear that? that's the sound of his heart shattering.
he quickly crawls over to you, face pale as he grips onto your pants tightly. his hands shook with each word he uttered, tone desperate as tears streamed down his cheeks once more.
he never thought he'd start begging for someone to stay when it was usually the opposite but... you were his god. the one he's devoted his entire life too.
so he'll gladly get on his hands and knees for you if he has too. you can't leave him. he doesn't want to be alone.
"please! forgive me! i know i did something wrong but i'm trying! you can't leave me too!"
he looks up at you, face completely flushed as he continues to turn himself into an even bigger pathetic mess. he doesn't care what he looks like now. he's practically lost everything. he has nothing left to lose.
"i promise i'll be better! i haven't cheated since you found out last time! d-doesn't that count for something?"
he gives you a shaky smile, as though that would convince you.
it wasn't.
in response to his words, you could only give a disgusted expression, kicking him away before walking past him to the front door. what a pathetic man he was.
"you know, you look best when you're like this."
you state, glancing at him with a smile before turning to leave his house. well, there's that. your plan was complete and your now-ex boyfriend was absolutely destroyed.
so why did it feel like... something bad was about to happen?
you quickly look back at him, keeping your cool and remaining nonchalant before you feel the blood drain from your face. your best friend?! where did they come from?! and the fact that your crazy ex was holding a knife to their neck-
"no... don't leave me... you can't leave... i have no one else but you..."
what were you supposed to do now that he was holding your best friend hostage?

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does yandere boyfriend play video games? or is he the backseat gamer while reader does all the work?
Yandere Boyfriend Reviews Your Favourite Video Games:
He's most definitely a backseat gamer. Doesn't like playing anything scarier than Stardew Valley. Not very good with technology, so don't even try bringing a gaming PC near him.
However, he loves it when you play games. Has his own little chair set up to watch you and everything. Obviously, his favourites are story games. Stuff you can enjoy together without him having to pick up a controller. I'd like to think he has his own little review thing going. Maybe on some niche part of the internet, like the male version of Girlfriend Reviews. Who's reading his posts? I'd like to think other yanderes, who want to ensure their locked away darlings are getting the proper (and appropriate) enrichment.
Here are some extracts from his reviews:
Do NOT buy your girlfriend Dark Souls. When she can't beat the boss she WILL try and beat you instead. The issue isn't her hurting you, but the fact that she will sprain her wrist when she tries it. And then get mad at you for letting it happen. And then get even more mad when the bandages means she loses another boss fight. Save her the pain. Don't even look at Fromsoftware games.
ARTHUR MORGAN WILL STEAL YOUR GIRL! He's going to steal her away for at least sixty hours. But the more likely scenario is that you won't see for about three hundred. And when she finally emerges, she'll be crying and asking you to buy her a cowboy hat. If the TB didn't finish him, I'd have shot the bastard myself for making her cry. Don't buy Red Dead Redemption 2.
Ghost of Tsushima is a beautiful game with a beautiful story and beautiful scenery. I just wish Jin wouldn't keep getting into hot springs naked. I don't want my girl seeing all that.
The Sims was fun up until the part she turned me into a character and then locked me in her basement. Then it got really fun.
I'm never buying her Call of Duty again. She keeps trying to tell me that its 'just fanfiction' and that she doesn't 'really like Ghost like that.' Yeah right. Why does some fictional prick in a cheap mask have her blushing so much anyway? She really likes that mask, though. Hmm. Maybe I ought to get one too...
Stardew Valley is wonderful. But why do all these little people think they stand a chance with my girl? Their carrot planting season isn't optimised at all, and they think they're worthy of her? Take a hike pal. Try again when your harvest yield isn't so pathetic.
Love & Deepspace shouldn't get within a hundred feet of your girl. Stupid pretty boys with their stupid hair cuts and stupid smiles and stupid-
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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑
Warning: Manipulation, Blood, Self-harm, Delusional Behavior, Two-way kissing, Fluff, Soft Yandere, Disdainful attitude towards others.
I apologize if this is too long and if he's not that yandere he's a little soft, tell me if you like it or prefer me to make the yanderes darker. 🖤
Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★
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Yandere childhood best friend who moved into your neighborhood right next to your house with his parents and sister when you were kids.
Yandere childhood best friend who first met you when you and your parents came over to his house to welcome them with homemade apple pie that smelled delicious.
Yandere childhood best friend who kept holding onto his mother's skirt throughout your visit while your parents drank tea and talked with his parents, you smiled at him (he thought you were really pretty... the prettiest girl he'd ever seen) every now and then while you played with his older sister.
Yandere childhood best friend who was dragged by his sister and forced to join in the game, he shyly sat next to you while you played with his sister's dolls, even though he was really shy you two became fast friends and he felt sad when your parents said it was late and you had to leave.
Yandere childhood best friend who you played with in his garden everyday after that first meeting, he was always so sweet and gave you the prettiest flowers from his garden (his mother almost had a heart attack when she saw his garden in a mess) pretty rocks he found and toy rings from his sister (you had to give them back to his sister when she realized they were hers)
Yandere childhood best friend who you had a fake wedding with in the garden with his sister as the officiant of the ceremony you both swore to get married when you're older while putting plastic rings (gift from his sister) on your little ring fingers he blushed a lot and his little heart was beating like crazy when you kissed his cheek.
Yandere childhood best friend who continued to be your friend until now that you both grew up, his sister moved away and you two entered college he's still the sweet and shy boy he always was, the one who in your eyes would never do anything wrong.
Yandere childhood best friend who makes no effort to make friends (he only needs you) and manipulates you when you want to go out on a Saturday night, his voice pathetically sad when he says "Oh.. I thought we were going to watch a movie together like always... but I don't want to ruin your plans, you deserve to go out with normal people and not stay here with a weirdo like me."
Yandere childhood best friend who can't help but feel happy inside when you decide to stay with him, unable to resist his puppy dog eyes and pitiful tone, both of you watch a movie while eating ice cream together on the couch.
Yandere childhood best friend who almost has a panic attack when you tell him you have a boyfriend... he feels his head spinning and his heart aching... did you forget the promise you made when you were kids?... he comes back to himself when he hears your worried voice asking him what's wrong and forces a smile saying "I'm fine... you just took me a little by surprise... but I'm really happy for you"
Yandere childhood best friend who hates your boyfriend when you introduce him to him he thinks your boyfriend is a punk not worthy of you but he keeps his thoughts to himself and is kind... from that moment on you three are almost always together so he does whatever it takes to get your attention... like that time you were cooking at your house and you were really cuddly with your boyfriend he couldn't allow that so he cut his finger with the knife letting out a moan of pain as blood seeped from the wound and you stepped away from your boyfriend and ran to his side in a second.
Yandere childhood best friend who smiles inwardly now as he sits on the couch with his head resting on your stomach as you clean his wound and wrap his finger with gauze letting out mutters that he needs to be more careful when he cooks, he feels happy to see your boyfriend frowning standing in a corner.
Yandere childhood best friend who decides to make a master plan and get rid of your annoying boyfriend once and for all, he texts you to meet him at the cafeteria at lunch and when you agree he moves on to the next part of his plan to find your boyfriend and have him beat him up, he sees your boyfriend sitting at one of the empty tables in a corner and taking a breath he approaches.
Yandere childhood best friend who stands close to your boyfriend who looks at him sideways in distaste but he gets straight to the point and says in a disdainful voice "You're not good enough for her, you're a drug addict and you'll only lead her down the wrong path" or "He just wants to ruin her and make her become like your mother... you know I heard your mother is a drug addict, she's tru-"
Yandere childhood best friend who backs away a little when your boyfriend gets up annoyed and punches him hard in the jaw a crack fills the air and he falls to the ground, your boyfriend climbs on top of him punching him successively the curious ones approach quickly, the taste fills his mouth, his vision distorts and he feels relieved when he hears your worried cry as he approaches to get your boyfriend away from him.
Yandere childhood best friend who is stunned and stands up a little as he watches you yell at your boyfriend for hitting him while he responds agitatedly and tells you the things he said about his mother so he decides to mumble a pitiful "I didn't say anything..." and you believe him because when has he lied to you or done something wrong? You tell your boyfriend that you're sure your best friend wouldn't say such cruel words and when your boyfriend calls you a "stupid naive" you tell him that your relationship is over and your ex-boyfriend walks away upset, you approach him and help him up before taking him to the infirmary.
The university gave him a week to rest and recover, during that whole week you were taking care of him (both of you got pretty close) he was lying in his bed watching TV when you entered his room with a plate full of freshly made sandwiches you left it on his dresser and sat on the mattress next to him you reached out your hand and touched the green bruise on his bruised cheek and asked "How are you feeling Oliver? I hope it's better there's only one day left before we have to go back to school"
Oliver rests his cheek on your hand closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again his eyes meet yours and a smile forms on his cracked lips saying in a warm voice "I'm fine after all I have the best nurse with me... although I think there's something that would make this situation much better" now a smile slides over your lips and you ask in a playful voice "Oh..? And what would be so wonderful?"
"A kiss" Oliver says in a voice a cough and a blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears, you let out a soft giggle before bringing your face closer to his, your noses brush and you press your lips with his your hands get into his hair and you pass your tongue over his lips a silent order that makes him part his lips, your tongue enters his wet cavern intertwining your tongue with his when you separate you are both agitated and you ask.
"Happy?"
"No."
Oliver's voice is broken his eyes dilated with pleasure as he grabs you and pushes you onto the bed you gasp surprised by the sudden movement as his lips crash against yours again, Oliver is incredibly happy finally things are following the natural course as they should be, he can already see your life together, your wedding, your house, your babies (that he hopes will look like you) and he already has the wedding ring this time a real one.
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ᥫ᭡ 𝐬𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰?
— where satoru comforts you after breaking up with toji
gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, he’s also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)
“i know what you’re thinking” gojo’s voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.
the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students were training at. he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojo’s protégée and the son of the man that broke your heart.
“but if you keep up with that megumi will get creeped out by you” gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.
“whatever, he never liked me anyways” you brush off, then remember what he said before, “and what the hell makes you think you know what i’m thinking?”
“ah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thing” he points to his blindfold.
“you saying you can read minds now, you freak?” your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.
“please you’re so transparent i wonder how megumi haven’t seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glasses…”
“just say what you wanna say, satoru.”
gojo, on the other hand, didn’t need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.
“every time you see megumi you think about him, don’t ya?” he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, “senpai.”
gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used the honorific with.
“he’s his kid, of course i’ll—“
“ever since i heard about your breakup you’ve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,” gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows “and your cursed energy increases” he then sits on your desk looking down at you, “don’t tell me megumi had anything to do with why toji—“
“of course not” you stop him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know he’s a good kid and wouldn’t try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, he’s not particularly close to his old man either. actually, anything related to toji — bets, races, you — is automatically disregarded by him.
“then you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i can’t let that happen” gojo’s tone became more severe, it’s one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the old days when he showed you some photos. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much time to get to know megumi since they don’t live together since the boy was five. you suppose gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of toji.
“that’s not gonna happen, i have my energy under control” you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojo’s gaze even through the mask.
he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.
“what did you even see in him anyways? he’s definitely not a good guy.”
“that’s rude, toji is—“
“did you think you could change him or something?”
“i— no, why—“
“from what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the money” he rubs his chin.
“gojo, i swear—“
“was it the sex?”
you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.
“jackpot” satoru whispers.
“fuck off, satoru” you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.
“you stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?” he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.
“no! and that’s none of your goddamn business.”
“and you’ve broken up, what? two months ago? you’ve been all this time without sex?” you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, “don’t be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile again” he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, “although, on second thought i think that might be mmm… sexual frustration? it’s a color i never seen in you before” he grabs your wrist firmly.
“you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“oh but i do, senpai. i’m just wondering how you haven’t downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yet” gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.
gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that it’s a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.
“or did you?” he’s fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, “definitely no dating apps” you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you can’t reach him, “browser history?”
“satoru, you have no right, gimme that” your face is hot with shame.
“nothing either, well i suppose your camera roll…”
“no!”
“aha” he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, “is that what you use to get off?” he puts the phone in front of you, it’s opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.
“not bad, you could make some cash outta this” gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, you’re not even struggling to get out of gojo’s hold by the time the video ends.
“you don’t need to get off by yourself, you know?” he smells your hair and kisses your ear, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”
“that was forever ago” you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just waiting for an opportunity to drop that bomb on toji’s lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.
“and wasn’t it good? huh?” he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.
“yeah, it was” you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.
“see? i can make you feel good so you don’t become a little monster” he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.
“so charitable of you” you mumble sarcastically.
“i would gladly do this favor to you” he replies in the same tone, “even though you still own me.”
“for what?!” you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.
“for raising your boyfriend’s son? you really think you would’ve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?” he raises an eyebrow.
“don’t pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didn’t have the ten shadows you wouldn’t have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zenin’s or whomever.”
“you sound just like him” gojo’s eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.
“besides— hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi… so don’t blame me” you wiggle your ass on his crotch.
“a ‘thank you my favourite kohai’ wouldn’t hurt” you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyone’s exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.
satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.
“five years” you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.
“hm?” satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say you’re surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.
“last time you fucked me, it was five years ago” you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.
“that long huh…” he sounds… sad? no, maybe nostalgic.
“crazy, right? so much has—“ you sigh when he curls his fingers, “changed.”
satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.
he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.
he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feels—
“toru~” he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, “right there” your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.
“where? here?” he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, “right here, senpai?”
“y-yeah” you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.
which is an ironic comparison since he’s the one that would gladly accept being your pet.
when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.
“desk, now” you demand needly.
“yes ma'am” gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.
you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.
you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.
“ask me” he pleads.
“for what?”
“for a kiss” you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.
“gimme a kiss” you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.
gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.
the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.
“nuh-uh you better have a rubber” you push your knee onto gojo’s pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.
“did you make toji wear one too?” he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.
“he had to earn that privilege” you reach for gojo’s wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, “i don’t know what you do after 6 so…” you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.
“unbelievable…”
“satoru” you warn stroking him slowly, “can i get another kiss?” you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.
“you have to earn it, senpai” he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.
he's still gonna go through this — that's how whipped he is for you — though now he’ll be less gentle.
his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.
“c'mon satoru, don't be like that” you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.
the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.
or was it something else you feared?
“hey… you on the pill?” he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.
“you’re not fucking me raw, satoru.”
“just wondering… you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?” he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.
“you keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?” you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.
“please, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?” you push him away turning around then pulling him back.
“okay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me right” gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.
“i could be fucking you better, you know how?” he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.
“condom stay on, satoru, i can’t risk getting preg—“ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.
“you’re not… on anything?”
“listen you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” you cover your face, “i had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so… gosh why am i even telling you this…”
“go on” gojo massages your thigh.
“toji got a vasectomy. birth control wasn’t working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time before— well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?” you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, it’s not what your expected to see.
satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. he’s grinning, dick throbbing.
“yeah, i see now” he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a ‘thank you for trusting me’ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.
all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then… whoopsie.
the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.
“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.
he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, he’s quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.
“fuck— keep doing that” you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.
he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.
“so fucking pretty” he whispers quietly.
you attempt to lower your legs. feeling it’s gonna be too much.
“nuh-uh keep them here” he pushes back, “so tight” he closes his eyes.
you’re a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.
“that’s right, let it go baby” your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.
he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.
god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.
if only…
“fuck“ he fucks his load — into the condom unfortunately.
after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why he’s taking so long, “wait here, i’ll take you home.”
“you don’t have to” you smile, poking his cheek.
“oh i do, i’m not done with you” he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.
you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, “did you see my…”
“nope” gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.
gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.
a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing… toji.
gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.
“yeah i was surprised too” he almost forgot that megumi was with him, “thought she finally created some sense” he confesses.
gojo doesn’t say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesn’t even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.
“meet you in the classroom in five” gojo disappears from megumi’s sight.
on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.
“listen, i— hm… i thought you should know that toji and i are back, so—”
“did you tell him?” his arms are crossed.
“about… us? of course not.”
“why? don’t you think he should know?” you hear the challenge in his tone.
“no, and you’re not gonna say a word to him either” you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, “may i remind you that between the three of us there’s a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.”
“look at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoat” he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, “it’s fine, i’m just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, that’s all.”
“let’s be real, satoru. it’s not like you were going to take me on a date or anything” gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldn’t be wrong but you didn’t want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.
“this is not going to be the last time and i don’t give a damn if you’re dating him or married or widowed.”
“satoru!” you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.
“you can tell toji or not, i don’t mind fighting him” he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, he’s been a grown up since he was six.
before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.
satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.
he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes you’ll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.
#there’s no part 2 leave me alone#divider by @cafekitsune#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#toji x reader
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overprotective, lovesick, deranged.
(yandere coriolanus x reader)



summary: your ex boyfriend couldn't seem to let you go.
if i can't have you, no one can.
trigger.warning: yandere coriolanus, obslove (obsessive love), stockholm syndrome, drugging (no its not for sexual purposes), pregnancy, marriage, horror, depictions to murder (explicit), dubcon, p in v, cockwarming, extremely toxic behavior, unhinged coriolanus, this fanfic contains extreme toxic behavior and too much blood, if uncomfortable with that content, please, don't read it.

"This might get a little messy, I'm sure.
Heads rolling for the one I adore
This may become a little brutal if I'm honest
But it's any-anything for you my dear, I promise"

overprotective.
coriolanus snow was a man of ambition; one of those who won't quiet down until the moment he had what he wanted. this was something that happened to the women he got involved with too.
lucy gray baird was one of those. the moment your now ex-boyfriend was sent to district 12 you could tell something was wrong. you could not care less, though. he wasn't your boyfriend anymore and in your most honest opinion it was something good.
when he came back you were with a different man; one named valentine, who stayed with you when you saw coriolanus kissing lucy gray. who comforted you during this time and who hugged you everynight when the thunders during rain times echoed so hard that made you feel like being killed by one of those.
valentine, who's head was decapitated in front of you.
coriolanus, who was smiling to you as he opened the 'gift' he had prepared to you.
you, who couldn't help but throw up at the sight of your dead boyfriend. you, who passed out by the sick sight of his decapitated head, his eyes opened by strings of a red line, needled carelessly. the same eyes who used to look at you with so much affection and love, now weren't looking at you at all.
when you woke up, your hands were tightly wrapped up in a tight knot that he learned to do as a peacekeeper. strung up reasons.
"good morning, my love." he smiled, kissing your forehead. you were still in the kitchen, dressed in a white dress, you didn't remember putting it on. you didn't like the fabric nor the color of white- it would always get stained too easily. "you finally woke up."
you didn't had to think much to know that what happened wasn't a dream. it was real. he killed your boyfriend.
you opened your mouth, and the scream you left was enough for him to slap you across the face. once you begun to cry, he kneeled in front of you, hands cupping your face as you shaked.
"it's okay baby, snow's here for you,"" he kissed your face, making you melt into crying as hard as you could, sob after sob making your doll heart heavy. "remember you used to call me snowflake?" he asked, and you nodded cowardly, afraid of saying anything that might make him furious. "i'm still your snowflake."
and he hugged you, caressing your scalp as you ugly cried in front of him, but to him, you would never look ugly.
lovesick.
with your face pressed against the mattress, you stared at the gigantic mirror that covered an entire wall, watching yourself.
it's been three months since valentine died, and two months since snow untied you, carried you like a princess bride and bathed you, always murmuring the waltz that played when you both met.
maybe it wasn't so bad after all. he took extra care of you, never slapped you again- it was a relapse. he took care of the red slap mark in your cheek, apploed ointment on you everyday, prepared your favorite meals and left you to your own peace, let you mourn the death of that pathetic boy you decided to date.
it wasn't his fault, right? no- it was. why the hell were you thinking that the victim was the one to put to blame for their own death? are you dumb?
well, you aren't- but you're starting to become.
why were you smiling at him as he showed you the dress he brought you? why did your heart flutter when he made you desserts? c'mon now, he killed your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend?
he wasn't there to protect you now, was he? why would he be important in anyway? of course, he was the sweetest to you, never questioned when you moaned coryo's name instead of his, he knew how hard it was to you.
for fucks sakes, what were you doing? what were you thinking?
coriolanus entered the room he made to you after three knocks, a tray with golden white details on his hand, with two toasts, less than a dozen pancakes that he knew you liked, a cup of strawberry juice and a small bow of green grapes.
once you ate at least half of it and drink the juice, he was by your side, caressing your hair.
"bunny?" he called, taking you off your own state of blankness.
"yes?"
"do you hate me?" you wanted to say yes. wanted to spit on his face for asking such a dumb question after holding you hostage and killing your boyfriend, you truly wanted to.
but you didn’t. "no," and maybe you didn't hated him at all. maybe that juice with the truth-telling pill didn't had much of an effect on you
"hm." he hummed, lips curling into the pretty smile he had. "it's good to know that."
he put the tray aside, laying by your side. why have you been laying like a sick woman at it's death bed? ah. yeah, he didn’t liked the idea of you going away, he said he didn’t want you to leave him. how cute.
you smiled at the thought. then you had to gather all the senses you had left to scold yourself.
it didn't last long though, the moment his hands found your hips and started grinding on you, you felt aroused. you shouldn't be, this was the man that killed your boyfriend. this was the man who slapped you. this was the man who didn't let you go around the house with the excuse that he didn’t want you to leave him.
but of course, your cunt didn't had the same thought that you did. so, by the amount of teasing and the way his soft, slender fingers found your clit almost immediatly, you couldn't help but moan and grind back, feeling as if you were humiliating yourself.
"s-stop that, coryo. please." you said. "i'm still mourning valentine's death-"
"i'm sorry, dove, but your pussy doesn't seem to agree with that." and he rolled your nightgown up, pulled his pants down and finally his dick was grinding against your wetness, the tip teasing your clit as he didn’t went inside, why he wasn't going inside? you needed him in.
your breath hitched at the thought, your hand gripping the sheets as he slowly thrusted, but never inside of you.
"tell me, dove, do you want it in?" he asked, his index finger teasing your clit.
"n..no, i-i don't-" he chuckled at your own lies, you felt like laughing too, the exact moment he kissed your shoulder you had to close your own lips, aware that you would end up smiling at him.
"i don't think you don't want it. tell me, baby, what do you want exactly?"
your breath hitched, you could feel how harder your nipples were compared to before. you shouldn't be wanting this. and you knew that. but you loved him so much.
"y-you. please, i'm sorry, coryo." what were you sorry about? you didn't do anything wrong other than mourn and cry.
"you're forgiven, baby. now, just let me enter you, okay?" you nodded. you were pathetic, that nod was pathetic, looking at you in the mirror was pathetic, seeing how you surrendered so easily to his touch was pathetic- the fact that you were ovulating was pathetic. the fact he knew you were fertile was psychotic, and mostly pathetic cause it was you who let him know about it when you were both dating.
you slurred a long and low moan out of your mouth, your eyes closed shut the second your walls were slowly stretched by his dick, it wasn't as painful as the first time, but you felt like being ripped apart.
dubiously, you let his dick kiss your uterus like never before. you felt so ridiculous when his dick went further into you, when your warm walls squeezed his dick into you, when your pussy felt like gushing and you cockwarmed him with pleasure, and you fucked him back, moving your hips almost like you didn't want him to see you moving.
"you would look so good pregnant, don't you think, baby?" he asked, his hand going upwards and abandoning your clit to pass on your belly. "you'd be so pretty. more than you are already"
you shook your head, panic taking over you.
"p-please, coryo. don't do it, not inside, please. not inside" of course, he didn’t even cared about your mewls, thrusting harder into you, earning a bunch of moans out of your mouth, your voice echoing as he spread your legs and made you look into the mirror to see the mess you were.
your boobs bouncing out of your nightdress, your pussy beautifully welcoming his dick inside your cunt, his balls slapping against your clit due to the pose, and the more you concentreated on the pleasure, you were closer to cumming.
"yeah, keep squeezing me like that, dove" he said into your year, sucking on your neck. you moaned as an answer "i'm gonna fuck my baby's into you."
you squeezed him too tightly, your pussy gushing around him before finally cumming. too good, too good. were all that you could think of.
"such a pretty girl, baby. you will be such a good mom." he said, finally cumming inside of you, the hot seed flowing inside you and leaking a bit.
you turned to see his face, recieving a kiss that you promptly deepened.
you were doomed.
deranged.
his grandma'am was the one to acompany you to the altar. the entire panem was there or outside waiting to see the marriage of the new president snow.
you smiled at him under the veil, your swollen round belly being the one that claimed attention more than anything. you were in fact a beautiful mom, carrying his twin girls in your heart and stomach.
you still loved him after all, who would know?
not even him expected you to say yes, not in the marriage, not at the proposal, and not at any other situation, specially when he was impregnating you.
"do you, mr. snow, accept mrs. y/n as your wife?" the priest asked, a sweet smile on his elderly lips.
"i do."
"and you, mrs. y/n, accept mr. snow as your husband?" he asked to you, and you smiled, cherry lipstick covering your lips.
"i do."
you caved your own grave, and you knew it. but if you died, you would take him with you.
that's what love is about.
#coriolanus snow#dark!coriolanus snow#tbosas smut#coriolanus smut#yandere#obslove#obsessive love#x you#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow imagine#young coriolanus snow#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#young president snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus x you#x reader
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Since I absolutely adored your fic on escaping Idia, could you by chance do something with a reader that broke up with him only to find out she was pregnant later? Honestly, I just want the drama of the reader raising this child alone and Idia finding out down that his ex had a kid.
.。*♡ A/N: I took this request and ran with it, I hope you like the drama! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾
.。*♡ Warnings: Yandere content, mention of stalking and controlling tendencies, threats, poison mention, afab!reader but no pronouns used.

"You robbed me from being her father." Idia didn't sound angry. But there was a bitter taste that lingered on his tongue when he looked at you, the love of his life from when he was just a teenager and your child, sleepy on his arms, same blue hair shining under the dim lights. "I may not like it, but I understand why you did it. I'm so sorry that you didn't feel like you could tell me though."
In any other world, you could feel yourself melting at the scene that was so domestic, so sweet. But right now, when you are coming home, tired and hungry and seeing Idia sitting on your favorite armchair while he held your daughter so dearly and carefully in his arms? A shaky gasp left you, your heart starting to beat loudly in your chest as you watched each and every moviment he made, conscious of every chuckle, of his chest raised, of his eyes that lost their soft gaze and we're hardened now.
You still remember how he used to treat you when both of you were younger, he was like a spider weaving his web full of possessiveness, his words twisted to make you feel like he was the only one who could understand, love and treat you like you deserved.
You were dumb and innocent but dumb and innocent people don't survive for long out there. And when you realized that something was wrong, you had to do what you had to do in order to survive and escape him.
For seven long years you survived. But you felt as if a threat of death was looming over you for as long as you were stared by your ex-boyfriend - he didn't reacted well when you broke up with him. Like always, Idia threw a tantrum, begged and cried and screamed for you to stay, holding onto your legs pathetically. Though now he was older and got a more mature beauty to him, his eyes, so yellow, they were like diamonds watching you.
Your eyes followed the way his fingers moved and toyed with your daughter's hair, a tiny smile on her little lips as she got even comfier in his arms.
This was what you used to imagine when you lay in bed awake, thinking about the what ifs. What if you stayed? What if Idia was just a normal, good and plain guy that didn't scared you? Would he love his child? He did thought he was cursed, fated forever to always watch over the underworld gates, he told you himself. There were so many uncertainties, so much toxicity that you just ran away from your problems and him.
And now your past returned to bite you back.
"You should have told me. We could have done this together." Even he sounds unsure at that, a bit contemplative and thoughtful as he ponders what could have been of his life if he knew earlier about your pregnancy.
Toothy grin growing on his lips as he noticed your disgusted stare, so happy he could still make you feel something - anything was better than your hate, after all. The tick tock was the only sound echoing for a long moment before the growing anger bubbles up on your chest, not believing a single syllable that left his mouth.
"You got to be kidding!" You count on your fingers the number of creepy things he did, feeling your whole body shaking. Either from anger or fear, you can't tell. But it surely amuses Idia, who's smiling wider now. "Stalking me, watching me through the cameras, threatening my friends, you even tapped my phone and used to read my messages like they were a magazine, Idia! A kid wouldn't grown up to be healthy and normal around a freak like you."
You pointed in his direction, your finger jabbing at his face.
The illusion of a family had to end before it even begin. It was his fault that everything turned out to be this way and even with seven whole years passing by, Idia still wasn't able to see this. He was helpless, beyond help.
"That's a funny way to see things, Yuu-shi." He giggled softly, making you wince, the sound so unfamiliar now, while he rearranged the covers to wrap around your child tightly, not wanting her to wake up. Not right now, at least. "From the way I see, you hid my child existence from me. And honestly, I bet it was so hard and tiring, wasn't it? You worked two jobs to raise her, after all."
Your child let out a sleepy giggle, mumbling something on her sleep about her mom and dad finally being reunited. Idia looked back at you, smugness irradiating from him in waves.
"The nerve you got, I can't!" In an instant you were before him. Your whole body fighting to suppress fear and disgust, fighting against whatever was trying paralyze you. You had to take your daughter. You had to take her from him. You had to protect her.
He hummed a little, taking your hand on his. His grip was gentle, reverent even but strong enough to let you know he could overpower you whenever he wanted. He was looking at you through his eyelashes.
And you didn't like how he was looking at you. Like you were a collectible that he wanted to bury on his closet, to hide to never be seen again. Like he knew something you don't.
Exactly how he used to look at you in the past.
"You don't deserve to hold her, you don't even deserve to be near her." You told him petulantly. She was nothing like him. She was kinder and radiant, a good girl. She wasn't a calculating monster like her father.
You took her in your arms and he let you do it, crossing one leg over the other as he threw his head back and laughed.
"You tell me that she wouldn't like me but did you know that she was happy to know who I was? Did you know that she confided in me that you were working so hard that she missed you greatly but didn't want to annoy you?" You rolled your eyes at his attempt at lying, unable to believe anything he said.
There were no signs nor change on your daughter's behavior that indicates that any of this was true. At least, that you think so. You knew her better than he did.
You glanced at him, his eyes still smug but there was a pleading glimmer inside them that almost begged you to believe him this time. Raising a child was difficult, even more when you were raising one alone and had to be there for them 24/07, available emotionally and physically for whatever your daughter needed.
Looking at her soft, round face, you felt a pang of guilty. Idia was telling the truth or he was just messing with your head again?
He's lying, you screamed in your head. Of course he is lying. Lying is far easier than admitting that he was downright toxic.
The memories of his lies and half-truths were still fresh in your mind even after all those years, making it difficult to discern the reality now. You had trouble trusting people even to these days because of him. But his words struck a chord inside of you.
What if it was true? Your little one was a little more skittish and silent around you the past few days. You didn't want to believe this possibility. You couldn't. You worked hard to always be there in every moment, to not let her realize how it was to not have a parent around.
Had you failed?
"Why should I believe you now?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "You did nothing but hurt me when we were together. I don't trust and I don't like how you are all cozy on my armchair, in fact, you are not welcomed here at all.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He obviously didn't want to talk about the past, it's not like he didn't know but in his twisted mind everything he had done to you was justified. Idia always do something with a purpose on mind.
"I know I've messed up before, more times than I can count. But this... this is different."
He gestured to your child, looking at her with a soft, fond gaze. You though didn't believed a second that he had a sudden change of heart just because of your child.
"It's true I didn't wanted a child because of my cursed blood and the fate that would await them. But when I hold her like this, nothing else seems to matter."
You scoffed at this, despising how sincere his voice was. "If you're telling the truth, why didn't she told me herself?"
"She was afraid, I guess. Afraid that you wouldn't understand or she didn't want to add to your stress. She thought she was doing the right thing." He exhaled slowly, the emotional turmoil inside him boiling over. Yet he forced himself to remain calm, to watch each and every step you make, every breathe you take.
Like a spider weaving its web.
His words hung in the air and you looked away, trying to sort through the conflicting emotions that surged within you. Trust had been broken before, boudaries ignored, there was no mending this. There was no salvaging the past, no matter how much he looked like a kicked puppy.
You held your daughter tighter. "Well, that was enlightening but I think you should go. Now."
Idia's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them as he stood up and lazily stretched. "You're still trying to push me away?" He asked, voice low and cold. "I won't stop you, of course, I get that you're still afraid and all but are you sure you want me to leave? I walked right into your house. Didn't you even wondered how I entered? Or where the nanny you hired went? Or why our daughter didn't woke up yet?"
Desperation crept into your voice, a sudden realisition that perhaps he would do something foolish such as harming his own flesh and blood. "Idia, what... What do you mean by all that?"
He tilted his head slightly. hiding the curve of a smile with his hand, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. You could only wonder what kind of things he was thinking and you didn't like it not knowing what to expect. You stared at him, heart beating loudly as held your daughter closer to your chest.
He laughed, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "You're scared," It wasn't a question but an observation. His smile got bigger. "Good, you should be. You think you have a choice in this? Your daughter… she's already been exposed to a little something I concocted. A slow-acting poison."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your daughter, now noticing that she was starting to tremble. "How could you do this?" You whispered, voice choked with emotion.
"Because I love you," Idia said, voice low and intense. Taking a step closer, he was staring you face to face now, warm breath over you. "And I won't let you go. Not now, not ever. We're meant to be together and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens."
Your heart pounded in your chest, panic and anger swirling within you. "Give her the antidote, Idia. Please; I'II do anything."
"Not yet," He shook his head slowly, a twisted smile on his lips. His tone was almost gentle and soothing. "You'll come with me first. Once we're safe and together, then she'll get the antidote. But if you try anything... if you try to leave or call for help, well..."
He let the threat hang in the air, the implications clear. Like a wreacking ball he destroyed everything you've worked for all these years. You hated it. And you hated how powerless you were right here, right now.
You felt a wave of despair wash over you, the weight of the situation crushing you. Your daughter's life hanging in the balance and there was no choice but to comply.
"Alright," Vou whispered, voice breaking. You looked at him with hatred and something more you couldn't name, too worried with your daughter's health. "I'll come with you. Just... please don't hurt her."
Idia's smile widened, a flicker of triumph in his eyes. "That's more like it," he said, reaching out to gently touch your daughter's cheek. "We'll be a perfect family, just like I always wanted."
With your heart heavy and your daughter's safety foremost in your mind, you followed Idia, knowing that you were stepping into a nightmare again.
But you could always escape... Right?
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i think a cupid just shot my heart as i read abt yan! barista!! I have a what if, where reader was pressured by their friends egging them to find someone that they made a slip of tongue and accidentally claimed and said they found someone, resulting in havoc in the group chat with their friends bombarding them with questions abt the newly found someone that reader actually doesnt have
and planning a meet-up asap the next day for readers friends to meet the someone
Soooo she runs off to Minoru asking a favor for him to be their *pretend* boyfriend for the meet-up or perhaps until he manages to woo reader into making him their real lover
Fake it till you make it.
💌 ⤻ THE BARISTA, AKIMITSU MINORU
—> helping you, but you didn't want it.
⤻ reader is gender neutral, implied stalking (but let's be fr, he did stalk), non-consensual kissing, fake-dating technically, mentions of arctic monkeys because I was playing it on spotify lol
notes: oh my god anon, i love you so much. i was actually so sad when there wasn't much interaction with the yandere barista and i'm so glad you liked it! i hope you like this! mwah! <333
💌 ⤻ archives.

You only had one friend group, which you always took pride in. As you said, it wasn't the quantity of friends you had, but rather the quality of the people you surround yourself with. Despite their flaws, you did think that your friends were a swell group of people who simply wanted the best for you.
However, it was a problem right now because you only had one friend group, nobody else could masquerade as your boyfriend to your other friends.
You could barely sleep last night as they bombarded you with questions, asking you about your supposed lover and how the both of you met and an impromptu scheduling of your friends meeting you and your boyfriend.
You suggested neko no aishi for some reason as you thought of who would be able to be your ideal boyfriend, someone you and your friends would approve of.
Your cheeks flushed as you thought of the barista manning the counter everyday.
You shook your head as you decided that you would be a good person and fess up to your friends.
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“That's basically what happened.” You muttered as you grabbed your cup of coffee from Minoru's hands, looking up at him with the most pathetic expression you had ever shown him.
He chuckled softly. “You know,” he started as he always did, “being single is not a really big deal. You have your entire life to find the one you love.” He said as he looked you up and down. “It doesn't need to be now.” He said as he leaned across the counter, getting extremely close to you, an innocent smirk on his face.
“Yeah, I know. But I feel like I'll never find the one.” You muttered. “All my dates have ended in disaster, somehow. Just the other week, one of the guys vomited when we were walking around the street. He hadn't even eaten anything. I'm starting to think it's my perfume.” You said, attempting to make the sad situation at least somewhat funny.
“I think your perfume is just right.” Minoru said, barely above a whispered as his hands tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
You flushed the deepest shade of red as his black eyes raked all over yours.
He wasn't wearing his contact lenses today, you noted, sipping your cup of coffee.
“Why not I pretend to be your boyfriend?”
The statement had caused you to sputter out your drink, staining your skin brown as you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I mean, it would be quite easy.” He chuckled. “I've been a boyfriend before.” He humoured you.
“I couldn't possibly expect that of you. Plus, you have so many things to do around here. And well, I can't keep lying to my friends that you're my boyfriend, can I?” You said as you moved away from the counter, just in time so you did not hear his, ‘it doesn't need to be a lie’.
When your friends arrive, you puff out your chest and get ready to tell them the truth as they question you about the whereabouts of your rumoured boyfriend.
Just as you were about to speak, a tray was placed in front of your friends, all with adorably decorated lattes that had the signature cat of the café plastered on. “Sorry I'm late,” Minoru smiled sheepishly as he served your friends. “I was preparing some drinks for all of you.” He smiled as he took a seat next to you, wrapping his hands around your delicate waist, pulling you in as you gasped. You shot him a look, eyes widening at just what he was trying to do.
“Is he really your boyfriend?” One of your friends quipped, just as shocked as you were at this sudden development.
“Yep.” He smiled, bowing to them respectfully before turning to face you, his dark eyes boring into you. “[y/n] told me so much about all of you. I’m so happy to meet you guys.” He chuckled, acting like the perfect boyfriend that all of your friends would approve of.
“Oh is that an arctic monkeys keychain?” He asked as he began to initiate conversation with all your friends, surprisingly good at being able to pick up about what they all liked.
You couldn’t tell if he was just that good, or if he been doing research.
That was a stupid thought. How could he even do that?
“Well, I have to head back to work, but enjoy the coffee. It’s all on me.” He said as he leaned close to you. “See you later, dear.” He smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, that left you even more dumbfounded. You savoured the taste of mint chapstick on Minoru’s lips, how his lips matched yours perfectly, how you felt his lips quirk up when he realised you weren’t doing anything to deny him of your lips. He pulled away, his thumb grazing his lips with a grin. Hus thumb was somehow warmer than his lips, or was that just you? Your cheeks heated up as he even wiped the stain of coffee from your lips.
Your friends squealed the moment he left, complimenting your ‘boyfriend’. You practically went with the flow as you felt dizzy, still confused about the kiss.
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“Why did you do that?” You questioned, practically gasping for air, still breathless after that kiss.
“I wanted to help you.” He said as he closed up the cafe casually as you remained red-faced and anxious.
“You didn’t need to, I already told you that I didn’t want to bother you.”
Minoru led you out as he locked the cafe for the day. “It wasn’t a bother. Trust me.” He smiled before leaning back down to give you another kiss, this time more sensual as he bit your lip before fully letting you go.
“Get home safe.” He smiled, leaving you there in the middle of the street and smouldering afternoon heat.
Soon, that fake boyfriend thing would not be so fake after all. He planned on it.

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Apologies From Your Dramatic Yandere Boyfriend
Notes: Smut, NSFW, Male Yandere x Female Reader
You don't even remember what the argument was about, but it hardly matters at this point. You get the feeling that he picks fights just for attention and you're fed up with letting him weasel his way back into your good graces just for him to pick another. You've been dodging novels worth of texts and sending calls to voicemail for days, and the more time that passes the more you receive. One night you decide to just turn your phone off, exhausted by his immature antics, and not long after, you get a frantic knock at the door.
You breathe a long sigh as you open the door, of course it's him, if he can't get to you with his theatrics over the phone, then naturally he would bring his performance to your doorstep. Right on cue, waterworks, and you can only pretend that seeing him cry doesn't melt your heart. But this time you're staying strong, if you don't make a stand here and now, how will he ever learn his lesson? You tell him to go home, he can't just keep running to you bawling to avoid accountability! He thought you might say that, and this time he has another trick up his sleeve.
Before you can close the door he lifts up his shirt and you can see a strip of pink around his hips peaking out above the rim of his pants, and it stops you in your tracks. "I-I did the thing, see, the thing you thought would be cute! I can be good, just give me a chance to prove it," he whimpers, desperately grabbing onto the edge of the door to keep it open for his last ditch effort. He's clearly embarrassed, face flushed red and eyes glued to the ground, and all of this combined into a display you couldn't resist.
You smirk, if you're going to let him get away with his behavior again you're going to at least make him work for it. You chuckle, "Show me more, so I can see if it's worth letting you in." He lets out a squeak of disbelief, hesitating as he looks around to see if anyone else could be peaking, but as you start closing the door he squeezes his eyes shut and unzips his pants quickly, slightly pulling them down so you can inspect your prize. What a sight it is, his hardening cock pushing against the imprisonment of tight pink panties, and you can't wait a moment longer. You pull him inside and shut the door behind you in a hurry.
"Whatever it takes, I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me," he whispers shyly, but his body betrays him as his leaks precum against the soft fabric. He's loving this, he's getting exactly what he wanted yet again, and you have to admit that you enjoy it too. All of the melodrama just gives you the perfect context to put him in his place, and put him in his place you shall.
"If you want my forgiveness, you're going to have to beg for it, and really show me you're sorry," you purr in his ear as you start undressing him, removing any cover he has to hide behind. He nods his head quickly as he helps you remove the last bit, leaving only the cute undies, and falls to his knees. Clinging to your leg, he buries them in kisses, promising, or rather lying, that he'll never act up again, that he really learned this time! You run your fingers through his hair as he trails his kisses upwards and sneaks in under your skirt, kissing through your panties before moving them aside.
He humps your leg pathetically as he dances his tongue against your clit. Truly, this talent is what always wins you over in the end. He's not a fighter, he's a lover, a dancer at heart. He moans into it as he makes a mess of your leg with the tip of his dick poking out of the top of his panties leaking all over you. You push his head closer and rock your hips into him, and as you're distracted he sneaks his hand down to touch himself. Not distracted enough however, you pull his head back by his hair and look him in the eyes as you scold him, "You're not finishing tonight, and if I see you try again you're going back out there, and I'm keeping your clothes." He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, like he doesn't know what he did wrong or how you could be so cruel. "Don't worry, if it comes to that, you can borrow some of my clothes to wear out," you taunt him.
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Solomon's intro!!
Cw: yandere behavior, cannibalism, mention of murdering pets, mention of gore, praise, feminization, pet play, masochism, brat behavior
A/n: I'm actually so excited to write this because I've only ever talked about him to very few anyways let's get started!! Also have a quick drawing of him so you can see how he looks like. Honestly he's really cute tbh

Solomon's title as the god of peace is ironic considering all he does is the opposite. He can get pretty violent and will consume mortal flesh when hungry. Basically he's a menace to society
He's the eldest son of the god of death and has two younger brothers whom he dislikes. Big familial issues
He's considered quite a pretty god amongst the mortals due to how vibrant his blue eyes are against his pale skin. Like a porcelain doll is how he can be described at best
Speaking of appearance he's quite thin due to how starved he is and not all that tall. Medium height at best and can easily be towered by you
He's gay like 100% homo he will drool over you because you're really attractive or maybe because he's hungry. Its hard to tell the difference between the two
He's pretty adamant about pampering you. He needs to do everything for you even if at best you're the one who has to help him in the end
He is absolutely picky with food. He'll refuse your cooking despite it being considered the best in the whole realm. He'll avoid it like its the plague unless of course you add some flesh to it
He's terribly protective of you. No one is allowed to be near you. Not even your pets are allowed or else they'll end up getting strung on a field as a warning for all to avoid you. He only wants to have your attention after all!!
Did I mention how clingy he is? He refuses to let go of you. You're busy? Not anymore!! He'll make sure you have all the time in the world to shower him with your love
But here's the catch.. he can't communicate that well. You will have zero clue on his needs and wants because he'll clam up and get all flustered about it. He gets so shy around you its hard to believe he eats people. Trying to get him to talk is futile because he'll turn the conversation around to where its about you and what you want
Can I mention how pathetic he is? Not only does he suck at his job but he sucks at doing anything else. He's basically a lost puppy that has to be watched 24/7 or he'll end up doing something stupid in the name of love as he puts it.
So that's how he ends up trailing after you. You'll never see him more than a foot away from you as he looks at you with such admiration you're starting to see why he ignored all those mortals who adore him
But that's okay!! Because in the end he'll be the most sweetest if not clingiest boyfriend you'll ever have! Oops!! I mean your wife. He loves it when you call him that. He'll practically melt as he happily calls you his husband in return
Did I mention he thinks you're soulmates? He has a weird obsession over it. Constantly mentioning it in conversation and looking so proud of himself for finding you. After all, that means you can stop his hunger for flesh. Maybe someday you can fix that part of him. But for now he'll happily wait as you take reign in the relationship!!
What? You say you don't want to? Too bad!! He can't do anything so you're going to have to be the one to take the lead with everything. He'll even make himself as pathetic as possible so you can take care of him. You can't say no to his crying face can you?
But what about nsfw stuff you may ask? Well here's a small few facts about that
He loves dressing up in cute little outfits for you. You want him in a cute bunny suit? He'll do it for you!! A maid outfit you say? Sit there and wait so he can put on a pretty show for you!! He will never get enough out of seeing your pleased expression when he's all dressed up for you
That also means you gotta give him lots of praises!! He loves compliments especially when it's about how good he looks in those pretty outfits. Poor baby is always self conscious about his body but with a few words he can set them aside just for you!!
When I mentioned how he looks like a lost puppy let me introduce you to pet play!! Solomon loves everything about it. From wearing a collar to putting on dog ears. He'll even let you walk him as if he's an actual mutt who needs his exercise. He's 100% going to do it just to hear you say "what a good boy you are!" to him
He doesn't care whether you want to treat him roughly or gently. He'll take it all for you but that doesn't mean he won't get a sick joy out of seeing you attempt to be rough with him. He does love the thrill of pain. But not too much or else he'll think you're punishing him and then try to misbehave more to see how you'll react. He does get a bit bratty at times but its all in the name of fun just as long as you get to make his punishment even worse
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To Play Hide And Seek With Jealousy
Pairing: Yandere!Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Stalking, murder, general psycho yandere behavior???
Genre: it's dark it's kinda angst technically
Summary: you have a stalker, what happens when you can't take the anxiety anymore // inspired by: To Play Hide and Seek With Jealousy by Famous Last Words
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The first time he saw you was at work. It was late and the library you work in was just about to close when he happened to catch a glimpse of you through the window. You'd been resting your chin in your hand, reading a book. He stared for quite some time from across the street, watching you close up. He even followed you a few blocks, not all the way to your apartment, but far enough to be reprimanded if anyone found out. You didn't see him, didn't even know for sure there was anyone around but you felt it. A strange inclination that something was amiss. It went on for weeks. You'd feel just the vaguest sense of unease sometimes. When leaving work, or going to work, lunch with friends, even running errands became stressful. You were always looking over your shoulder and your dear boyfriend, he tried everything to calm you down. Started walking you to and from work, or at least calling you when he couldn't, installing extra locks on your apartment door, anything he could do to ease your anxieties he did. It helped, slightly, but even now you still get that odd chill at the back of your neck sometimes.
Unfortunately these days it's usually accompanied by flashes of green and gold. You know for a fact someone is following you, the piercing pair of eyes you often catch peering from the shadows while you're working is enough proof for you. You'd thought you imagined those eyes at first, a side effect of your growing paranoia, but you've seen them too many times, taken pictures, in fact, today you'd be able to draw them how regularly you see them during your late nights at the library. And working day shifts doesn't help, no, those eyes still peek at you from the shadows of the nearby high rises and at this point, you only wish they would do something.
It's exhausting, the constant unease, looking over your shoulder for glints of gold, or glimpses of green, or that pair of eyes. You've barely been able to sleep most nights, even with your boyfriend around literally all the time to try to dispel your nerves.
Your boyfriend. A problem. He already didn't know how to approach you but worse was that- pathetic mortal you kept around. You could do so much better than him, deserved so much better than him, and if he could just get your boyfriend out of the picture he knows he could give that to you. And getting your boyfriend out of the picture is exactly what he plans to do. First anyway.
He's not mean with it. Although he could be. He sees no reason to prolong the torture. It won't win him points or anything. One night, before your boyfriend can pick you up at work he grabs him. So quick the boyfriend can't even scream before he's in a cabin in the woods.
"I appreciate you taking care of her for me, but you can't keep her anymore, and with you around she'll never have me. So you have to go." He tells your boyfriend calmly.
"Y-you're the one who's been stalking my girlfriend?"
"Stalking is a- dreadful way to put it. I suppose it doesn't matter though seeing as I'm about to kill you. Don't worry I'll be quick. I have to get back before y/n gets off of work." A dagger appears in his hand and your boyfriend's eyes widen. He lets out a yell as the blade is plunged through his heart. Luckily they're far away enough from the city that no one will hear him out here. A few moments of pained groans later, your boyfriend slumps over in the chair and he knows the job is done. He waves a hand and magic disposes of the body, cleans his clothes and returns him to his hiding spot to watch you for the remainder of your shift. He even sends a text on your boyfriend's behalf apologizing that he will not be able to get you after all. Step one complete.
When your shift ends you're so nervous about walking alone by yourself that you call a friend to keep you calm. The feeling that you're being watched doesn't go away but you can ignore it slightly while on the phone. In your apartment, you're even more unsettled to realize your boyfriend isn't here. He's always here. Sure he still has his own place but the last few weeks he's hardly left yours because of your concerns. Something is wrong. You feel it in your bones but what can you do exactly?
It's pure coincidence, the video you see the next day on social media, those same eyes you see in the shadows all the time now on your phone, attached to a face, with a name. Loki. You wouldn't be so quick to say so definitively if those eyes were not burned into your memory and if not for the green and gold that seems to be his signature. There's something comforting about having a name and face to the ominous shadow you've... accrued. It doesn't completely eliminate the fear you feel leaving your apartment but it definitely lessens it even if only slightly.
A week. Another week goes by before you resolve you can't let this go on any longer. It's a bit impulsive, you're walking home from work, and after the sound of a window closing makes you jump you decide right then that you have absolutely had enough. You stop in your tracks and turn around angrily. You can't see him but you know he's there somewhere.
"LOKI! I am so over this shit and I know you can hear me so whatever fucking game you're playing it's over! Either show yourself now and tell me what you want or leave me the fuck alone!" You're only glad it's late so no one's around to see you shouting at the air. Moments later Loki materializes in front of you and you steel your nerves, not letting your anger waver.
"Bold choice, threatening a god." He says with a smirk.
"Bold?! I am tired and angry and sick of always looking over my shoulder because the god of mischief ain't got shit else to do. Are you that bored? Can't you find a better use of your damn time than following me around like fucking a psycho?! You are driving me crazy! I'm not bold I am just tired of your games. I'll threaten you all I want, I haven't been able to let my guard down for months!" You snap.
"I don't see why, I've only been protecting you." Loki shrugs.
"Protecting me?! You're out of your mind! You're a stalker! The only thing I need protecting from is you!" You scoff.
"There's that unpleasant word again." He kisses his teeth.
"What do you want from me Loki?" You sigh.
"I love you y/n. I want only to cherish you as you deserve." He says calmly. Your eyes widen as you consider something.
"Have you- have you done something to Andrew?" You ask. You knew the text about a family emergency was suspicious but you had no reason to suspect something was amiss until this moment.
"It's best you don't ask me about that." He says.
"What?"
"Ignorance is your friend. If your Andrew has disappeared, you cannot be implicated as long as you do not know anything about the alleged disappearance. I cannot lie to you though, if you ask me I will tell you the truth, but it puts you at risk. To know. And I do not wish to do that. I will never wish to even potentially harm you." Loki's words send a chill down your spine. Though he hasn't told you what he's done you know in your heart that Andrew will not be coming back to you. Ever.
"H-how could you do this?" You can feel tears sting your eyes.
"I did it for you. You would regret spending your life with him, I know you would, he didn't deserve you and I will not let anything come between us."
"Loki there is no us. I do not know you, I do not love you. And you took my Andrew." You shake your head.
"No you see- I've done us both a favor. Now you can love me. You will, we have all the time in the world." Loki says with a smile on his face so unsettling you have to force yourself not to shiver at the sight, though you do take a step back.
"You're not listening-"
"No, you aren't listening. We're meant to be y/n. I'm sure of it and you will be too. Soon." Loki grabs your arm and in a blink, you're both gone.
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Notes: I wanted to write a dark fic with Tachihara. He's quickly growing on me. If you have any suggestions on writing more dark fics please tell me. I want to learn how to write fics with more dark themes. Requests are open
Warning: Knife play, implied toxic relationship, blood, unhealthy obsession, implied yandere, aftercare
Tachihara wasn't quite happy that you attempted to break up again. This is the third time you are trying to cut off the relationship. It angered him greatly that you would leave him after everything he's done for you. He had to make sure you wouldn't leave him again.
The knife glides across the soft skin of your thighs. Blood slowly started to drop out of the deep cut. You cry out in pain as the blade digs deeper into your skin. You wanted to scream at Tachihara to stop but your mouth was gagged by a rag. Your hands are bound together behind your back leaving you unable to stop him. Tears fall from your eyes from the stinging pain. Tachihara smirks seeing you in pain. "Tch enough of the tears, my beloved angel. If you didn't attempt to leave me for a pathetic excuse then we wouldn't be in this situation." He grabbed you by the hair forcing you to look at him. "Say you're sorry and I will let you go." Tachihara removes the rag from your mouth. He lifts your chin up to make you look into his eyes. "Go on, apologize to me." You shake in fear trying to get your thoughts together. The sight of cuts covering your body and blood all over you makes it harder to concentrate.
You stare at your boyfriend who is giving you a deadly glare waiting for your response. You stutter trying to form a cohesive sentence. "I'm very s-sorry for trying to leave y-you. I w-won't do that again." Tachihara squints his eyes determining if you actually mean it or are just lying to get away. He hums in approval after a minute of silence. "I accept your apology as long as you promise to never leave me again." He stares at you intensely. "Have I made myself clear." You simply nod at his question. He smiles and cuts the ropes with the knife. "Good, now let's get you cleaned up. Afterwards we can watch a movie or something." He carries you to the bathroom to clean the wounds he caused.
You hiss in pain when the rubbing alcohol touches your wounds. You move away from him and he grabs your leg to keep you in place. "Stay still my angel, I can't properly disinfect the wounds if you keep moving." He gently wipes your thighs with the cotton ball. Once he is done cleaning and disinfecting, he wraps your thighs with bandages. He makes sure the bandages are nicely wrapped and aren't too tight. He gently kisses you on the cheek and holds your hand. "You're all better now." Tachihara takes you to the living room to watch a movie with you. He wraps the blanket around both of you to stay warm. You snuggle up to your boyfriend not wanting to leave his side. Despite the issues both of you have, it doesn't stop you from loving him. The cycle continues once more.
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pls say more about Clark I’m all ears
i genuinely cannot say much i'm being so so truthful when i tell you that it gets weird very fast he is a household favorite (unlike bats lol) my mom and aunts have been obsessed with him for decades to me he is like that family boyfriend that keeps showing up for the holidays and you can't quite tell who he's dating and he's so nice and handsome it makes you feel really weird growing up and i will shut up about it right now thank you.
baseline pathetic incredibly down bad behavior. no question about it. there's a side of clark that is very preoccupied with being "normal" particularly when he's younger but this has never registered as something out of the ordinary. why should he be ashamed to show you how much he wants you?
(he's. a terrifying yandere. like genuinely the worst, scariest, deadliest etc. worse than batman i think)
terribly gentlemanly. and it can get annoying because unlike the waynes where the manners are just part of the education, with clark you know he means it. ma and pa raised him very well. if you ask him, he'll try and tone it down but it can be a little exasperating from time to time.
also man you can manipulate and guilt into literally anything you want (non dangerous). he will fold like a wet paper towel. you need to have a preexisting relationship before you try this, because he can deflect strangers like a pro, but if you've got an emotional foothold in the man, you can bend him like a spoon.
he is so. strict sometimes. no further comments.
you know it's big. don't play with me. i actually think this is one of the ones you simply cannot take in regularly, like it's not physically impossible but unless you're an alien/god, clark will break you, so you do a lot of intrercrural and oral sex instead.
he also lasts sooo long it's unfair AND exhausting
big fan of outdoor sex. you've rolled around in that stupid kansas hay sooo many times. i'd say he's a bit of an exhibitionist but frankly he's just got no patience. i know he can get y'all in his fortress of solitude in ten mins or whatever but that's still too long for him
frankly this is just me but i like it when he finds it difficult to be good or kind to other people. i like when his relationships are strange and not what they should be like or what we'd like it to be. i love to think he has a difficult relationship with kon and that he's pretty unfair about it and cannot help it. i like when he's mean and petty. no reason
okay adjacent to that i think he's got a really big hangup about the question of family and what family means to him (for a good reason) and that causes him to be somewhat inflexible in his like gut beliefs. it takes him a while to get comfortable with some things. and also. well. you can fill in the rest.
vegetarian. i don't know if that's true i just like to think about it. doesn't mind butchering animals and seeing guts he's a farm boy he just doesn't wanna eat all that.
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How would your yandere version of gojo react to someone who’s being sneaky to reader? Or just to someone who constantly messes with her? Have a nice day btw
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gojo notices that you've been uncomfortable lately. he can't quite pinpoint what's bothering you, but he definitely can't keep ignoring the helpless look in your eyes.
"baby, what's wrong?" he asks one night.
you were peeling carrots, quietly preparing a delicious dinner to share with your lover. you started making these slow cooked meals about three weeks ago. comfort food, satoru thought to himself, but your dwindling enthusiasm over one of your favorite hobbies chips away at his heart.
you give him a small smile. "there's nothing wrong" you chirp, but your boyfriend grits his teeth at your pathetic lie.
you turn to glance back at the discarded orange ribbons, only to pause once again when you feel his large hand slowly caress the back of your palm.
"c'mon, you've got me all worried..." he insists, trying his best to reign in his frustration.
the front of your brows lift with concern, and he immediately leans forward to kiss away the tension. you breathe out a heavy sigh, carefully placing the peeler onto the cutting board before turning to face him. your fingers shake when you reach for the fabric of his shirt, and the pace of satoru's heart quickens at your odd behavior.
his mind runs rampant with the worst possible scenarios, but what he finally hears from you only fuels his anger.
he didn't know that you were being harassed by your new boss.
"he's just awful," you complain, shaking your head out of frustration, "he makes all these inappropriate comments, completely disregards any personal space that I have and leers every time I'm alone in the room with him. the whole thing makes me uncomfortable and I don't know what to do about it. I'm up for a promotion soon - I'm...worried if I say anything, then...then it might ruin everything I worked so hard for."
satoru's blood boils. his entire body feels unnaturally hot. he doesn't like that your voice sounds so small, so uncertain, and it blinds him with absolute rage.
the thought of another man having the audacity to ogle what belongs to him makes his stomach flip.
when your panicked eyes glances up at him from underneath your pretty lashes, is when he feels your grip tighten around his shirt.
"it's fine, satoru," you plea out of desperation, "I didn't want to tell because I don't want you to get upset about this. I'll be out of this department once I get my promotion. I just have to put up with his crap for a little while longer."
satoru doesn't have anything to say- he just stares at you with dead, cold eyes. his body is stiff when you stand on your tiptoes to brush your lips over his, and he only relaxes when he parts his lips to invite your tongue.
"you're not mad at me, are you?" you murmur, and he instantly shakes his head no.
"I'm just upset that you're having such a hard time," he exhales, and finds your waist to give you a reassuring squeeze. "I promise I'm not mad."
he eased your mind, however, it didn't stop the war waging inside his own.
unfortunately for him, he is still satoru gojo - the man has so much power and influence as the head of his clan, that he can't exactly just walk up to the piece of shit and knock his teeth out.
after all, he had to play by the rules of dealing with a non sorcerer.
one call to the ceo would easily solve the problem, but that option felt far too easy for him. instead, he spent every spare moment digging deep into the man who was stupid enough to fuck around with you. he gathered every ounce of information that he could find to potentially ruin his life, and then used it.
an envelope sent by an "anonymous" person was dropped off to your boss's home, revealing to his wife the series of texts between him and his many, many mistresses. satoru delighted in finding out that he was soon kicked out and living at a hotel.
that's when satoru began the fun little mind games. he would show up in the middle of the night knocking on the door of your boss's room before disappearing. he did it repeatedly for days, until the man began looking visibly distressed.
satoru would randomly appear at the foot of his bed, standing there like a ghost in the night until the man would wake up in sheer terror, but by the time the lights were on, the sorcerer had already vanished.
satoru would call him rat all hours but would never speak a word. he smiled with amusement when the man eventually broke down, begging to whoever it was on the receiving end to please leave him alone.
satoru would follow him from the office back to his hotel room every single night, keeping a safe distance to ensure he remained hidden in the shadows, all the while gleaming with pride as he watched the man shake with fear.
you were none the wiser to your boyfriends menacing shenanigans.
you came home one evening with a smile plastered on your face, a smile that satoru missed dearly, and he pretended to act pleasantly surprised.
"did you have a good day, angel?" he asks with a gentle kiss.
"I did actually!"
"that asshole isn't giving you a hard time anymore, right?" your boyfriend questions, embellishing his concern while feigning ignorance.
"actually, he backed off, but I definitely think it's because he's preoccupied with his upcoming divorce. he's been in really terrible shape lately..."
satoru shrugs his shoulders with indifference, "can't say I feel sorry for him..."
"I heard through the grapevine that he's submitted his resignation letter. although, it could just be petty office gossip..."
the corner of satoru's mouth twitches into a grin. he playfully taps the tip of your nose before leaning down to kiss your cheek. "well, all I can say is good fucking riddance."
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An: Was in a bit of a writer's block but luckily got out by writing domestic delinquent boy! I'm in the process of making something for Rinne but I suck at angst so I'm struggling. Kuro's whole trope is so fun to play with.
Tw: brief mentions of a fight, implied murder, mentions of blackmail, mentions of harassment, yanderes, tell me if I missed any
You were just getting home from an exhausting day of work.
The intern who was placed under you was especially difficult for the day, having to deal with other people, being swamped in projects, and work in general troubled you.
Luckily, your manager who had been harassing you and you'd been ranting about to Kuro wasn't there today.
Feeling miserable and dejected, but you knew that it would all be made better.
As soon as you walked through that door.
"Hey there, welcome back! I missed you," Kuro greeted you with a kiss as you returned to your shared apartment.
"I missed you too, Kuro," You said, playing with his spiky red hair. Despite its shape, it was always quite soft and smelled nice. Kinda like your boyfriend.
"I got some of your favourite food ready to eat on the table, I fixed up all your clothes and cleaned a bit. I hope you don't mind me going through some of your stuff to do so though," he continued. You just smiled and kissed him. You were feeling better already.
God, you were so lucky to have this man. It was like a dream come true.
You had been dating for a couple of months now and he was just amazing. He enjoyed taking care of the household chores. He listened, like actually listened to your problems and let you vent to him without trying to fix everything.
Kuro was like an angel to you. The perfect boyfriend, who you'd hopefully end up putting a ring on, or the other way around.
So thoughtful and sweet and everything you could've ever wanted in a man.
"Yeah of course I don't mind. Thanks so much, the place looks amazing,"
"Oh, and by the way, is that manager you mentioned still harassing you?" Kuro asked, taking off your coat and kissing you on the cheek.
"Not sure why, but he didn't show up at work today so that was good at least," You said and kissed him again. You always loved how open with your affection you could be with Kuro.
"Love you Kuro," You said, hugging him close.
"Love you too, now come on, let's go eat."
BAM!
Kuro's fist hit the bastard straight in the solar plexus. The bastard staggered for a little and half-heartedly tried throwing another punch. How pathetic.
The man was already bruised and bleeding, but Kuro wanted more.
He was the bastard who had been abusing his power and trying to get you in his bed, harassing you day by day. Kuro just had to deal with him. Make him pay.
Make him bleed.
Kuro was your protector after all.
You brought him such happiness and fulfillment that nothing else, no one else could, even his adorable little sister. Kuro just decided he'd return the favour.
He'd make sure you were happy every second you spent with him, after all, that's how he felt when he was with you. Besides, apparently, he had found a need to take care of you inside himself and a deep joy that came with that.
So, Kuro continued beating the man to a pulp. There was honestly something quite satisfying in doing this for his loved one.
Once the job was done, Kuro cleaned himself up, of course, he had to make sure he was presentable for when you got home. Then, he sent the blackmail he had collected to many local news stations, from your manager's phone of course.
Kuro dumped the body like he usually did and the scene was clean, or at least normal considering it was an alleyway with garbage and what Kuro assumed was vomit staining the cement.
Yep, he'd need a good bath when he got home. Can't have you smelling a fight on him, after all. You didn't need to know about everything he did for you, Kuro had no need for thanks, besides, he didn't want to scare you away.
He made sure there was no trace of anything on his black sweater, sweatpants, and even the mask he used to help lay low. Though it was a bit dark out anyway at the moment.
Kuro headed home, head spinning with thoughts of you.
"Hey, love, come check this out," You said, you were watching the TV while Kuro washed the dishes. You said it was your turn today, but Kuro refused to let you even lift a finger as long as you were in the same building as him. You couldn't say you didn't enjoy it though.
"Oh? Yeah, of course, love," He finished up the dishes and joined you on the couch. As usual, he let you sit in his lap and he held you close.
Breaking News! Man Exposed and Missing!
"That's a picture of my manager," You said, clinging to Kuro. He feigned surprise, as though he hadn't hunted the man down only a day before.
The news broadcast then went on, describing how your manager had harassed and blackmailed numerous coworkers. It even brought out his texts where he blackmailed and took advantage of others. Then, it started to detail how he had embezzled company funds.
In the end, the news said that when they were notified of this, there was an extra message saying something like it was justice and retribution. So your manager was murdered? You couldn't imagine it.
Kuro looked at you. His eyes with a bit of concern for you as he held your hand. "So?" He asked.
"I mean, I'm almost glad he's gone, but I'm a bit afraid now. After all, there has been a bit of a rise in crime recently, it just… worries me a little," Kuro hugged you at that, he loved you, he didn't want you to feel unsafe.
"How about we change the channel, we can watch that show we've been watching? Just get your mind off of all that," Kuro said, grabbing the remote and changing it to your show as soon as you nodded to his suggestion.
"No need to worry, I'll protect you," Kuro said, kissing you and cuddling close to you.
"Yeah, you will," you chuckled and held his hands in yours.
And he'd do anything to protect you.
Anything.
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Who are some of your favorite male yanderes? Personally I like Domotoris Yuki character and Kylar from dol
I actually did make a list here about the type of yanderes I like, but I do have a couple more since it's been a while, haha.
Liev from Pulsato Cordis - I'm not sure exactly why I like him, but I think it's because he's both a reluctant yandere and is afraid of scaring the MC (in one part he ends up panicking if you call him a monster). Plus he has cute reactions if you pay for his meal. Overall, I like the relationship built up between him and Quinn.
Lake from Forever Yours - I mean technically it's not out yet, but @dei-os is in the process of making it and I do love my pathetic crying yandere guys. I honestly don't see the crybaby type a lot a lot (I think the closest one that I've seen is like maybe Trick or Kiss or maybe Yeonho from Nameless before his redemption arc) so seeing him and his personality makes me immediately like him.
Yuuto/Oliver/Odin from @tsukaramachi - currently she hasn't really been active (I'm assuming university is taking up her time), but I really do like her Ocs and general art style. Yuuto for obvious reasons is the poster child, he's pretty sweet and tries to become the person the s/o likes (which I always like). Oliver is a crybaby so I mean, no surprises there and Odin is a weird drooly dogboy and he's cute too.
Xie Yun from Pestered by the Yandere Once Again - Future Recommendation, but I did like reading this one even if the main female lead kinda gets away with most things? The yandere in this one is like a puppy dog and the main female lead is pretty cool. The plot is kinda confusing though, but listen... he's cute.
Taiyou/Tsukita from StalkerxStalker - It's more of a comedy based one, but I still think it's really cute. The bigger buffer guy is more of the softy in this one while the smaller cuter one is the scarier one. It hasn't been translated in a while though, so that's unfortunate.
Akira from How to Train your Handsome but Overbearing Boyfriend- I always forget about this one, but when I watch it, I remember how much I love it. I keep watching it over and over again for no reason, but the relationship is cute. I just like cute things okay.
Abyss from Kiss the Abyss - This is more in the idea that I like the entire thing and not necessarily just Abyss, but since I love the Killing Game genre so much, this one was really fun to read. It's really well written and fun to read through. Plus, I think the dynamic between Abyss and Prince is really balanced, which is rare in a lot of BL style stories, if I'm honest.
Kirihara Kan from There is a Lie in My Contract Marriage - I actually don't like the yandere in this one, but the story is really interesting and kept me on my toes. Plus, the artstyle is pretty nice too.
Amane Ryugen from My Perverted Stalker - ystrike might not like it, but dang it, I did! I mean aside from the kinda sus stuff that happens and how quickly conflicts are resolved, I actually do like the relationship between Amane and Rindo. Amane isn't too extreme of a yandere but he has enough to warrant being one. Future Recommendation.
The Mermaid from What's Your name - Future Recommendation. I can't really tell the name of the mermaid because that kind of defeats the purpose of the game, but I really did like his route. His attitude about things was really cute and innocent (being afraid that he got her pregnant just by touching her was really funny) while also being dangerous in many ways. I think the MCs for each route are pretty unique as well.
if you can't tell, I have a... type and usually, it's a mix of can I coddle this yandere and/or break them because there's no in-between. It kind of makes it hard to find the type of yanderes I like, but that's alright, I think it's good to experience different things.
Oh, I too, also love Kylar a lot. He fits into that category after all and plus, I think his interactions are really cute. And his dismissal event... well, that one is pretty good too. Now if only I could top him...
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