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oumagines · 2 years ago

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Spiked Punch

Anonymous Asked: "For a request, how about the “spiked punch” prompt from the creepy Valentine’s list?"

Warnings: Kidnapping, drugging, jealousy, implied punishment, implied strangulation (as a punishment)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Rating: 🍇

Notes: Wooo! First one-shot, let's gooooo!!!

When you got invited to Miu's party, you really didn't think anything of it. I mean, you were a college student, parties are almost a twice weekly occurrence, if not more. But what you couldn't ignore was the sudden influx of people looking at you strangely. Almost as though they were scared of you. Even your normal friend group that you'd attend these parties with just didn't seem interested in even looking at you. It almost had you worried... almost.

"Hey, Y/N!" a boy you recognized from your classes, Shuichi Saihara, called. You approached the group he was with carefully, where his best friend, Kaede, seemed to be goading him into saying something. "Are you, uh, going to Miu's party tonight?"

"Of course!" you beamed, then gave him a knowing smirk. "Gotta get the uni experience somehow, right?" you joked, playfully elbowing him as Kaede motioned for him to go on.

"R-Right..." he chuckled in that adorable nervous way that many people would comment on. Personally, you didn't quite agree, but you could see how it would be endearing to some. "Well then, I-I... I was wondering if... maybe you wanted to go with me?" His face was flushed red and he had little bits of sweat culminating on his forehead, but Kaede at least looked proud.

"Oh, um..." you mumbled, Shuichi looking more anxious with that. That was a definite no, right? "Y'know what? Sure. No harm in at least trying." The bell then rang and you sighed. "Catch you later. Pick me up at eight." And you gave him your sweet wave accompanied by an equally saccharine smile, completely oblivious to the absolutely fuming face glaring at you two in the distance...

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When you arrived to Miu's dorm with Shuichi trailing behind you quickly, you weren't all that surprised to see drunk people dancing and jumping about, more often than not in provocative manners, since you'd been to at least a few of these parties before. Never one hosted by the popular Miu Iruma, but parties in general, at least. Those had to count for something, right?

"Wow," said a girl nearby, easily identified as Kyoko Kirigiri, someone you think you recognized as an upperclassman, maybe a senior. "Are these parties always this crazy?" she asked Shuichi, who gave a nervous laugh and a slight nod.

"Yep, pretty much," you answered for him. "This one doesn't even look like it's on the crazier end of the scale."

"Huh." Kyoko was enamored by you. Had Shuichi really managed to pick himself up a cute little partner? Shuichi was only popular because Kaede was, so it made sense that Kyoko was curious about you. "Hey, Shuichi, why don't you go get us some punch? I want to chat with Y/N a bit." Shuichi nodded and headed off to do as Kyoko asked. He's seen this a lot in movies, where they just need a few moments of the date gone to discuss between each other. "I didn't expect Shuichi to end up with someone like you. And before you ask, that isn't an insult. I meant I really expected him and Kaede or that avocado boy to end up together."

"Uh... thanks?" you semi-asked, suddenly feeling a bit more inadequate for the occasion. Kyoko noticed this and gave you a small smile.

"Don't worry, I don't mean that in a negative way. I'm just saying this to mention that you've managed to subvert my expectations. It makes me curious as to what you possess to draw his attention..." she wondered aloud, eyes looking you up and down for something to set you apart from everyone else, until finally, she paused. "Ah, I see."

"You do?!" you squeaked, a bit worried that maybe she'd found a wardrobe malfunction that you'd have to quickly fix to avoid looking like a weirdo.

"Yes," she answered rather quickly, adding onto it, "sort of. I can see it in your mannerisms why he likes you, even if I can't find anything physical to distinguish. You've got a good soul. And perhaps that's what attracted him to your side. Either way..." Her tone shifted to become more serious as she looked you in the eyes. "Take good care of him. He's my protégé, you know. He and I are close, so if you hurt him, I'll know."

You gulped a bit as Shuichi returned, handing both you and Kyoko a cup. "H-Here," Shuichi said with a small, nervous smile. "They actually ran out, but someone was kind enough to want Y/N to have theirs." You smiled, grateful that someone was willing to give you that, despite not actually knowing most of the people here.

"And people say romance is dead," you joked, chuckling to yourself as you began drinking the punch. Oddly enough, you noticed it had an odd metallic taste to it, but you thought nothing of it, knowing Shuichi isn't the type of guy to drug anyone, and that the punch was probably just poorly made with not enough sugar. "Ugh... Worst punch I've ever had..."

"Really?" Kyoko asked with a bit of confusion in her tone, tilting her head to the side. "Mine tasted fine. Shuichi, what about you?"

"Mine, too," Shuichi confirmed. "Must've just been a bad cup," he suggested, and you took that answer. Sometimes certain cups of juices and other drinks are just not all that good, you figured. It's an odd phenomenon, but you'd experienced it before in the weirdest of ways.

But still, you couldn't ignore the way you slowly began to lose your grasp on everything around you as the night went by. Everything was a blur, your mind was getting so hazy, you were getting just so tired... It came to a head when you ended up in a pose like a girl from the year above you called Mikan, leaving you utterly humiliated. Kyoko suggested you leave, and you agreed, but when Shuichi offered to walk you, you declined, stating that your place wasn't that far away, and that him walking you back would be a waste of everyone's time. So you began making your way home... alone...

You didn't even make it past the courtyard before you collapsed, unconscious on the grass as an ominous shadow began to tower over you.

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When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was just how uncomfortable you were. Your back was aching and through your grogginess, you faintly registered the grating feeling of ropes rubbing up against your wrists and ankles.

And perhaps most disturbingly of all, you were greeted by a familiar face, scowling at you.

"Finally, you're awake!" His mockingly sweet tone would, in any other circumstances, make your blood boil. "What did you think you were doing...?"

"Huh...?" you muttered groggily, turning your head to wipe off your drool on your shoulder. "What do you mean? Where am I?"

"Our place! Where else?" he asked sweetly, causing an immense wave of nausea to immediately sweep over you. You had a class or two with this boy, Kokichi Ouma, but you hadn't spoken much and you were for damn sure not close.

"What do you mean?!" you shouted, the sleepiness starting to wear off now. "You kidnapped me, you psycho!" And then the realization of what little of the night before you could remember dawned on you. "You...! You put something in my drink, didn't you?! You're the reason I humiliated myself last night!"

"Well, can you blame me? You decided to cheat on me with that wannabe emo kid!" he shouted back, sounding like your average couple's spat... which made the fact that he said you were "cheating" on him all the more unnerving. "You should know better than to cheat on someone who loves you with all his heart! But it's okay. I forgive you because you're such a cutie, my silly S/O~"

"No!" you screamed, glaring fiercely at him as tears formed in your eyes. "Let me go! We aren't together! I could never love someone so batshit insane!" And that's when something seemed to crack inside Kokichi...

"You know what, S/O? I tried to be nice, but it seems you still aren't getting it..." He headed over to the opposite side of a room, where an array of... very disturbing tools lay, given the context. He picked up a large belt tied into the shape of a noose. "Perhaps it's time I remind you of your place..."

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rantaroamamifuturegf · 8 months ago

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Rules? RULES!!!

On this blog may contain some explicit content, If there's minors then tbh idek what I can do about it all I can do it block bro, can't call their parents man. Just if you're a minor please ONLY interact with fluffy stuff and non Nsfw writing.

What I will write -

Nsfw {Note: It might take a bit more longer to come out since I cringe at my own writing at times. IF YOU HAVE ALREADY REQUESTED NSFW I AM MAKING A NEW BLOG TO POST IT ON}

Sfw

Angst

Headcanons

Drabbles

Randoms rants about characters

Oneshots

Stories

Yandere

Fluff

This blog may contain explicit content including smut, kinks, mature themes such as drug/alcohol use, violence, self harm, suicide, death, stalking, obsession, etc. If you are uncomfortable with such I advise you to not interact with these topics on this blog.

I'll write for any gender, Unless specified

When making your request, please specify whether it is an imagine, headcanon, reaction, scenario (Max characters is 5)

I also write for pregame DRV3, soon I'll make a masterlist just for the pregame versions along with my own headcanons of them.

What I won't write

I don’t do character x character. (unless it’s relevant to the fic)

I don't NOT support R@pe, pedophilia, zoophilia and necrophilia NOR do I write for such topics

I won't write any strange fetishes like piss, feet, poo etc. Ain't trying to judge I'm just not writing it.

What I won't deal with on this blog:

Any misogynistic, hate, racist or discriminatory comment would be block on sight.

If you're homophobic, transphobic, racist or any other form of hate, you are not welcome here.

I won't write NSFW with any underage character UNLESS AGED UP ALL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR IN NSFW ARE AGED UP for example I won't write for: Masaru daimon, Jataro kemuri, Nagisa shingetsu, Kotoko utsugi, Monaca.

That's all for now thanks for reading!! - Manji

#blog rules #rules #nothing weird #listen to da rules please #my bad if that was cringe-

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alpha-leoniis · 4 months ago

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I want to ramble about why I chose each one for these, so here goes:

forever #1 (honami): pretty self explanatory, she's my wife, the loml, she never left my head ever since she became an f/o, I love her so much

hot monster tm (ganyu): while I don't have any very obviously nonhuman f/os, she deffo isn't human, and that plays a part in our relationship. I love her so much, and imagining how fluffy she'd be as fully qilin us very nice. fluffy wief.... very fluffy

too pure (tomori): lil blorbos bleerbus. knows more than she lets on, but still the f/o tailor made for this category. I'd put ☕ here, but a secret f/o doesn't translate well on memes JDKDHSLRMR

awful but cute (naoi): what can I say, she's my piece of garbage /pos fucking little shit, why is she so cute

why are they on the f/o list?? (gumi): not any gumi, yowamushi montblanc/mozaik role gumi, and I can tell you why. it's called hyperfixation. still, thinking about the lore connections and her make her very blorbo. she /pos

problematic (satou): the yandere f/o ever

writers did them so dirty (kaede): if you've played drv3 or are familiar with the storyline, you know what I mean </33

easy to project into (kanade): now I don't know if it means project onto the character or the relationship itself, but k fits both. the former because well, kin stuff aside, she and I share lots of struggles. the latter because, well, she is as big of a main f/o as ganyu and honami tbh, and we both help eachother a lot

they chose you (midori): I know virtually nothing about enstars. I did a kin assign quiz for funsies and got him, read his lore, and fell in love. I've never been the same since /silly

this template was making rounds on my dash lately, so here's my hand at it.

it's interesting how, with each passing time I fill this, there are always changes to see

credits: I KNOW who made this, I tried to find the original post, but couldn't. I'll link it when I can

in the meantime, blank utc

#thoughts of the wind #honami tag #f/o: melodies with meaning #f/o: a future serenade #f/o: destroy it all #f/o: born of ice and frost #midori tag #tomori tag #gumi tag

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yandereocean · 3 years ago

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Yandere Shuichi with an escaped darling + add

"Now I'm gonna look like the bad guy..."

raythebun asked: Hi! So I read your imagines and then I thought, What would Yandere Shuichi with an escaped darling? What would lead him to kidnapping you? And how would he get you back?

Hi Ray! Sorry this took years to post, but this was an interesting one to write as I had to figure out the question "what made him snap, that made him kidnap you?

Tw; Kidnapping, angry shuichi, breaking of limbs...., injuries not properly being taken care of, restraints, spoilers, harassment, this is essentially a oneshot

Shuichi Saihara

- So let's start off. What would lead him to kidnapping his darling?

- Shuichi had a problem with fear. Fear of losing the ones he loved. Especially after Kaedes whole thing....so, he was bound to you. He never wanted to leave you. He was scared something would happen to you..

- But he knew he shouldn't have. Cause the moment he did, it was scary.

- He saw you up againt the wall, a guy in front of you. He was trying to touch your genital area, and his knee was in between your thighs. He could tell where this was going, and he could tell you were scared. He had one hand over your mouth, and one slowly inching from the wall to your genitals.

- He didn't waste a SECOND running up to the guy, and pushing him to the ground. He made sure to pin him to ground, and you ran away to go get help.

- To say that he was angry, saddened, or worried was an understatement. He was filled with despair. He felt worse than how he felt with Kaede. And she died!

- He made sure to comfort you when you came back with help. You sobbed into his shoulder uncontrollably. Oh that only made things worse. He knows it's not your fault, but why would you do this to him? Now he has to be the bad guy in your eyes....

- He asked you if you wanted to go eat together that night, to try and make you feel better. He knows it won't get things off your mind, but it could make you feel a little better. Although there was a little guilt knowing why he really asked you out.

- You agreed. You and Shuichi were good friends, so from what you knew, he was a kind soul and wouldn't try anything. Right...?

- So that night, you and Shuichi went to a small Cafe. Although it was nighttime it was a bit light outside, and there were still some people around. You and Shuichi talked, laughed, and at one point you both got a drink, put two straws in, and drank it together. Lucky you and Kokichi aren't on this date together. Cause he sure as hell would've spit in the straw.

- By the time you two were done, it was a lot darker, and there were a lot less people out. Shuichi offered to walk you home, and you accepted.

- What you didn't think would happen though is that only 5 minutes away from your house, Shuichi would take a cloth, and put it onto your face.

- The whole time Shuichi mumbled apologies whilst you struggled and attempted to scream. Shuichi felt so guilty, but after earlier today, he had a huge wake-up call. He couldn't let anyone do that to you again.

- Your time with Shuichi wouldn't be terrible. Other than having no free will, but he's a sweetheart, and he never treats your terribly.

- It's been months. You started off tied up in his room, and then he started getting rid of the restraints and just keeping you in a locked room.

- I'd feel bad about leaving this man. But you did. When Shuichi left for school, you knew you'd have a hell of a lot of time. So you put it to good use to try and escape.

- He has been keeping you healthy. So of course he did your hair when you were restrained. And then when he locked you in a room, he allowed you to do your own hair, and he'd make sure to bring in the supplies you need.

- So, before he left for his detective duties, he left you everything you needed for your hair. Which included Bobby pins. Shuichi is smart, don't shame this man for doing that, but he thought he could trust you, and he knows you might need them on your hair to keep the flyaway hairs down.

- But you have had enough. You didn't wanna be isolated forever. You hadn't been outside for months! You took one of the Bobby pins, and tried to figure out how to pick the lock.

- It took you a while, but you still had time obviously.

- When you got out, surprisingly enough, Shuichi didn't have any extra locks anywhere to keep you in. Probably because he thought he could trust you.

- All you had to do was unlock the front door, and then the sun hit you. It burned. You hadn't felt the sun in months, it felt good. The freedom felt amazing. But you could dwell in that later. You ran to the police station for help.

- You opened the door, and went up to the front desk. But...Shuichi came out of the back into the front. To say he was surprised was an understatement.

- He had been questioning a suspect, and had come to the front for some papers. You were the last person he expected to see.

- "S/o! You're finally here! Sir, can you send someone else back there to question the suspect? My friend messaged me saying that the her kitchen had a gasoline leak, and she needed help as her parents weren't home, if that's alright."

- That smile was fake as hell. You could tell he was angry. But hurt. He looked like he was about to break.

- He roughly dragged your wrist outside, to the back of the building

- "S/o, what are you doing here?!" He didn't wait for an answer. He knew you obviously escaped, and were going to get help. It wasn’t like there was trash out in the back that anyone would come and check. So he swiftly knocked you out, and caught you before you fell. He laid you down on the ground, and sat next to you. He texted his boss he had to help his "friend" with some issues at home.

- He sat next to you until it was late enough that there wouldn't be a lot of people out. But he knew even if there were, people don't do shit nowadays unless it's someone they know and care about.

- He picked you up and walked you home. To his home.

- You woke up, tied to a bed. Mhm. The restraints were back, and you knew this wouldn't be good. Shuichi was usually a restrained person. But you didn't know what he would do when he was mad.

- He was sitting on the bed next to you, waiting for you to wake up. The first thing he said when you woke up was "Why would you do that?" Again, he didn't let you answer, he knew what it would be.

- He got off the bed, and walked to the very end of the bed. Where would feet rested.

- "Now I'm gonna look like the bad guy. And...I don't want to, because I love you. But you have to learn s/o. I'm doing this all for you."

- "What...?"

- What was the only word you could get out before a rush of pain reached you. You screamed and cried in pain. The man you thought was a softy. An absolute sweetheart had just broken your leg

- Gosh. He wanted to cry hearing you scream like that. He walked back over to side of the bed and climbed up on it. He hugged you close muttering apologies. That's what he always does...

- "I'm so sorry darling. But please know that I do love you. But next time you try to leave me...."

- He leaned closer and whispered "I'll break both."

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Sorry this took forever! And sorry it came out as more as a oneshot. I think this is my longest, but I think I'm kinda proud. If you need anything changed, do let me know! 💙

Have a lovely day/night 💕

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wattpadscapcons · 3 years ago

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Unfortunate Event (Pregame! Detective! Shuichi x Injured Reader)

tw: implications of serious injuries and torture, hospitals, painkillers, Shuichi on the edge of snapping, talk of and description of scars

Word Count: 1282

"I will, I will always keep loving you.~"

His words ring through your ears, you would've never guessed he was the musical type. Kagehara had decided to lay his head on top of his folded arms, while looking at you. He seemed to be in his own little world, completely unaware to you being awake yet. At the moment, he seemed content just quietly singing to you. The hospital bed was cold at first touch, but now, it's warm. Just how long had you been laying here? A few weeks? Time was hard to keep track of when you've been asleep for most of it. You couldn't even really tell whether you're awake or just dreaming half the time. You were too doped up to really think clearly enough to actually ask your boyfriend at the moment, it'd take you a few minutes.

Why were you even here again? You couldn't remember. The last thing you remembered was Shuichi leaving for work, and watching TV, now all you can think about is the numb feeling in your arm and face. The ticking sound of a clock reminding you were awake after all.

"Shu...?"

"Ah Y/N! You're awake! How are you feeling Angel?"

"Everything's ..fuzzy..."

"Yeah, I bet. You had to be put on some pretty strong painkillers. That buzz you're feeling will fade away after a while."

"Why....why am I.... here?"

Shuichi's smile dropped, and his face seemed to pale a little.

"You were attacked while I was gone."

You don't remember anything about being attacked. Just....what did he mean by that anyways? The two possibilities that you could conjure were both enough to make you shiver. Thinking straight was starting to hurt.

"You don't have to worry about a thing though, I'll take care of it."

That usually didn't mean anything good.

"Mm..."

It was too hard to think, it hurt, just what really happened? Memories blur together into a mess that cause you a headache. You moved your hands to your head in a useless effort to steady out your thinking. Shuichi took notice of this pretty fast, taking your face into his hands.

"Don't try to think about it right now. You need your rest. Just let me do all thinking for you darling."

You could finally see the flames in his eyes. Behind that sweet smile was a very angry man, hellbent on revenge. There was no use in trying to argue with him, you couldn't really stay awake for much longer anyways. As you drift back into that fuzzy static you call dreams, Shuichi was fuming.

He had captured the problem yes, but the scars you'd end up having were unforgiveable even with death as a punishment. He'd have to choose a slower death for the rat bastard that decided to break into your shared apartment. The only thing that he was relieved to hear was that you weren't assaulted in the "worst way possible". Of course, you being tortured after passing out wasn't a good thing for his psyche to comprehend either though.

He might end up snapping if your attacker even tries to say a thing to defend themselves. He knew he was in for a very long night, not that it should really bother him much, it wouldn't be the first time he'd stayed up all night. It's just the screaming he's going to have to listen to, he'll most likely have a headache by the end of it.

He's going to enjoy getting revenge for you though. You deserve to be safe in your own home after all, and just turning this guy in wasn't going to cut it for him. You could call him a yandere, but it isn't entirely true. He's already lost people he's loved before, he isn't going to let it happen again, by any means necessary.

Shuichi is gone by the time you wake up the second time, you couldn't stay awake for long, your head was killing you. The clock said 12:00, you wondered whether that was morning or night. Due to the lack of noise in the hall you would've guessed night. The third time you woke up, it was 4:00am and he was now laying next to you in the bed. When did he get here? He was in completely different clothes than last time. Had it been a few days since you were awake to see him? Did he trick a nurse into letting him into your room?

He's wrapped around you. He's warm, and you're able to enjoy it for an hour before you fall asleep again. It took a few more times of waking up and falling asleep until you were thinking clearly enough to leave. Shuichi drove you home, no surprise there.

"Shuichi."

"Yes darling?"

"Are they dead yet?"

He almost swerved the car into the opposite lane because of that. You had never asked about the people he dealt with before. It was very surprising for him to say the very least.

"What was that?"

"Are. they. dead. yet?"

"No.."

You let out a sigh, and just stare blankly at the road for a while.

"I don't expect you to-"

"How long has it been now?"

"Since you were first hospitalized?"

"Yeah."

"Almost two months."

"How the hell have you kept them alive that long?"

"I've only been "playing" with them for about three weeks."

The venom filled undertones of his words was enough to get you to stop asking questions. The rest of the car ride was silent.

He's so adamant about helping you with everything, as to keep you from ripping open your stitches. You have no idea how long it's going to be until you can move around the house without him trailing behind you like a puppy.

He's tried to use the stitches as an excuse to carry you around, but you could walk just fine, much to his despair. The scars, those were another thing bothering you. Some of them couldn't be covered, it was increasingly distressing.

Shuichi had said that they had done nothing to disrupt your beauty, most likely to help put you at ease. Though, you knew that was his real opinion. He never really thought much about how you presented yourself, and now is no different. He'll love you no matter what happens to you. He's always like this, just sickeningly sweet. The thought of the looking like a patchwork doll on any day other than Halloween is just too much to think about.

What pissed you off most was the light scar that started under your chin and led to your chest. What the fuck was that guy's problem?

Good thing that'll be one of the first to fade away over time. The healing process was gruelingly slow, but Shuichi was almost forced to go back to work after a few months if he wanted to keep his job. He would've happily gave it up to take care of you, but you almost told him off for even bringing up the idea.

At least he's calmer now, he can look at the scars without getting angry like he used to. Of course, he's still angry with himself, but it really wasn't his fault. All the more reason for him to be protective over you, it seems. He's afraid to leave you alone, so most of the time you'll end up tagging along with him to work.

"I'm never letting this happen to you again angel."

"I might become an actual angel if that were to happen."

"Please don't say that again."

"I was joking."

"It wasn't funny."

".....Sorry Shu..."

At least he cares enough to still give you space to breathe.

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bestchar-imagines · 4 years ago

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Yandere Kokichi with an s/o who has escaped and he can’t find them for a really long time. (the s/o has been gone for months) thank you!

Yandere!Kokichi with a S/O who escaped

Terrified beyond belief. You could be out there reporting him to the police for all he knows! You could’ve also found someone new to love. It made his heart pound out of anxiety.

You don’t belong to anyone but him, and you knew that. So why did you do this? It was obvious that you two were meant to be.

He hasn’t gotten much sleep since. The poor boy only gets an hour or two of sleep a night. He doesn’t even care about punishing you anymore, he just wants to know if you’re safe.

Fortunately while on a walk, you two bumped into each other. You looked at him with a shocked, scared look. While Kokichi on the other hand looked relieved, shocked, and a bit mad.

He wrapped you into a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You were okay! And it didn’t look like you found someone else to love either.

Thank god.

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Ayo mind if I request some Mermaid Korekiyo x pirate reader? I crave for some more good Kiyo content 😌

Absolutely! Thanks for requesting ♥

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♡ There has always been something drawing Korekiyo to the world of humans. If not for the predicament that his tail makes it impossible, he would have roamed the land as much as he could since his heart is so fascinated with what he can’t have. Even if he happened to come across corpses after a shipwreck every now and then, his curiosity could only be stilled in terms of learning their bodies. However, their ways of thinking and communicating are still beyond his grasp.

♡ He even took risks to further his knowledge, approaching harbors and swimming with ships. However, almost always, he was met with fear or anger from the humans. Knowing how his species approaches them, he could understand a little why they’d be so reluctant to be in his presence. If only there was a better way to learn about them, but until he finds it, Kiyo keeps watching them from afar.

♡ Until, one day, the pirate ship he had been observing is caught by the royal navy, bringing it down to the ground of the sea. Korekiyo knows what that means - more dead bodies - and is devastated that all the humans he had been watching talk, work, and celebrate together are now perishing between the waves. He’d have almost turned and left without seeing the aftermath, not feeling like watching the humans being eaten by seafolk, when he notices an unusual trash, a body desperately clinging on to a piece of wood and gasping for air.

♡ Part of him tells Kiyo not to do it. That there’s nothing good that can come from approaching this person. He can hear his late sister - killed by her own curiosity for humans - telling him in the back of his mind that the human won’t thank him, and the other mermaids aren’t going to approve of it, and who knows, it might all be in vain if the human dies anyway. But he also knows that if he doesn’t do it, that poor human won’t even have a peaceful death when he gets ripped apart by fish or Kiyo’s kin. This chance is as good as any to get closer to his dreams of learning about the humans he so admires.

♡ Thus he approaches, and he wouldn’t have expected any less than the human looking at him fearfully, using their limbs to get away from him. He can see it in their eyes. He can see himself in their eyes. Reflections are rare to recognize for the seafolks, but they seem clearer than anything in the human’s eyes. He lifts them away from the wood they cling to, hearing the calls of his tribe. Taking off, he does his best to keep them above water, but they struggle to not drink enormous amounts of saltwater, clinging on to Kiyo in a desperate attempt of not drowning. And Kiyo? Kiyo notices just how warm they are, even after being in the water for so long.

♡ He sets them off on a lonely island, returning to the water after Kiyo pushes them - coughing and cursing - onto the sandy beach. They only briefly turn to him, asking a question. It takes some time until Kiyo can put together the meaning from his insufficient knowledge of their language. However, even so, he can’t answer their, “Why did you help me?” and sinks back deeper into the sea, frustrated that his first encounter with a human... isn’t going as well as he had hoped. He showed them his goodwill, but it might not be enough, the human staying wary as they get up and bolt away, hiding away further on the island where they know Kiyo can’t reach them, and it frustrates him all the more.

♡ But the island stops at some point. Running won’t get them far away. Worried, Korekiyo circles the landmass, only receiving more and more horrified stares from the human until he can’t take it anymore. He leaves them alone for the first night, but he comes back with fish for the human when the sun starts rising. It takes a while to gain trust, but Kiyo had waited for this chance all his life, so he can wait a little longer. Once the human seems to relax a little more at the sight of him, Kiyo starts bringing more things, medicine at first, showing how to apply it, almost too eager to do it himself and scaring the human again. Then, Kiyo starts bringing gadgets, things he collected over the years from the human world. With only Kiyo around them, the human starts opening up a bit, and soon enough, they start teaching him simple words and their meaning.

♡ They learn the human language day in, day out, Kiyo constantly repeating these words wherever he goes. With him being an eager learner, he is quick to pick it up on a level they can speak sentences with each other. Kiyo has things he never imagined opening up for him. The human was a pirate and their foes the navy. Pirates aren’t good, but the navy isn’t good for them either. It feels like one of the stories the older mermaids kept telling the young ones, but this is real no matter how fairytale-esque it appears to be. But with words, there are also emotions and longings that Kiyo can’t understand yet. Still, the human keeps telling him they need help from Kiyo to go back to the cities - home as they call it, and Kiyo starts to question what this would mean for the merman who finally has it all.

♡ Thus the lies start. He knows they are lies because the human told him what lies are. “It’s too far.” and “There are too many dangers.” These words keep the human satisfied for a while, but skepticism rises almost as quickly. But Kiyo realizes that without him, the human can’t do anything. Instead, they tell Korekiyo of their family, their darling lover at home, and how love feels, hoping Kiyo might start to understand. However, even if the human tells him, Kiyo never tried to make his human understand how the merfolk lives. There is nothing to compare and no emotions like the human ones, down there in the water. And so the days continue, survivor’s guilt and depression catching up to the poor human stranded on the island with only a mermaid to keep them company.

♡ One day, Kiyo catches them crying, trying to hide it when the mermaid approaches and laughing it off. He has never seen water spilling from their or anyone’s eyes before, a fascinating process indeed. Kiyo climbs on the beach, approaching them until his body mass overwhelms the human pinned under him. Even if he is selfish, even if he can’t be that family or home the human talks about, Kiyo begins to understand the meaning of some of the feelings the human has been telling him about. Especially the ones that make him want to not let go of them, not lose them again like all the other failed attempts of approaching humans, not give them back to anyone else like their darling partner.

♡ As if to clean a wound, he uses his tongue to make the tears vanish, hoping that the pain he can see on the human’s face will disappear as well. Salt on his taste buds, the warmth of the human and their beating heart beneath him, and his own reflection in the human’s eyes - they are all way too special to pass up on. Even if uncomfortableness spreads all through his human, Kiyo is only now realizing how much more there is to explore. More expressions, more feelings, more words! They can’t leave him yet, after all... after all, they might be his ‘darling’. His darling human. Even if it is all a risk for both of them, this almost sounds too good to be true, right? Like a story to tell the young mermaids in the future. One, only Kiyo will be able to tell the end off.

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❝YANDERE❞

Synopsis; What they’d be like as yanderes.

Featuring; Kokichi Oma, Mikan Tsumiki, and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); Yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, drugging, somnophilia, stalking, nonconsensual photographs, worship, masturbation, and sacrilege. (These are pretty long headcanons/imagines!)

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ To his very core, he’s a cunning, paradoxical individual. Kokichi derives from fantastical ideals; daydreams of a world in which his interest remains piqued.

⤷ He hates boredom, such emotion is merely viewed as unforgivable in his eyes. And he’ll do all that he can to ensure he’s enjoying himself; to ensure he’s entertained.

⤷ So, as to be expected, he’s enamored for all that is able to provide him such recreation. Thus why he began to develop the buddings of interest towards you; you kept him on the tips of his toes, eager with anticipation.

⤷ But he wouldn’t push forth and pursue after the claim of your heart through confession.

⤷ Why? That’d be too boring, of course! Confronting you with an admission of how he feels towards you would be nothing short of monotonous. Much too bland for the tastes of an Ultimate Supreme Leader such as himself.

⤷ And what would be more fascinating other than watching the gradual rupture of the human mind? Especially the mind of the one who held his heart captive.

⤷ Thus the game of cat and mouse had commenced, caging you in the cycle of a game you never wanted to be a part of; all to entertain the one who claims to adore you. But you wouldn’t believe that. Nobody would. He’s a liar, through and through.

⤷ Kokichi is as deceitful as a bat is blind. His sly nature proving to be merely his asset in order to conquer over you as his pawn.

⤷ He’ll wreak his havoc over you. Instinctively, he’ll begin with your mind, toying with all that you believed and knew in order to tug the rug beneath your feet.

⤷ He promises that he truly does love you and cares for you beyond anything else. But with his reputation, it’s nearly criminal to believe the lies that spill from his mouth; you should know this, he doesn’t care for you. It’s lies, lies, lies!

⤷ But Kokichi knows just how you think, an invasion of privacy to the encompass of your thoughts as he plagues every inkling of doubt.

⤷ His behavior towards you differs from the others; from everyone, either of you knows. And you can see it too, he makes sure you’re aware of it.

⤷ He makes sure you’re aware and acknowledges the sheer contrast of tone when conversing with you in favor of others. To you, his words hold a playfulness that’s comparable to being juvenile; boyish.

⤷ If anything, his banter with you could be described as soft. Well, as soft as Kokichi could ever be associated and described as.

⤷ But you’re aware of how the sharp daggers of playful insults are with that of a dull blade, merely a poke in good fun. Yet with others, his words possess an animalistic, carnivorous bite.

⤷ You knew that he sought to submerge himself under the skin of others, irritating them to the point of grit teeth and yanking of their hair, tugging their scalp raw.

⤷ However, you began to believe those weren’t his intentions with you. Dare you say that perhaps Kokichi didn’t view you as the prey to his jabs, but rather as someone he’d prefer to expose his care towards.

⤷ It warmed your heart, these assumptions of yours. And thus you believed them; you believed the wholesome thoughts that the young male truly did enjoy your presence and valued you.

⤷ You believed what brought you the most comfort, and perhaps that was where you were fatally mistaken.

⤷ As soon as the belief that he cared for you had sunk into your mind, he’d escaped your clutches of familiarity without a trace; hardened glares, crude insults.

⤷ Upon the moment you thought you had begun to understand him, he morphs into someone unrecognizable. It was as though you never knew him in the first place; as though you never knew Kokichi.

⤷ And with the hope of finding what you assumed was the Kokichi you knew, you attempted to withstand the cold, blatant detachment of his eyes as they meet your own. You pushed forth the barricade of insults and attempted to reclaim your ideals of Kokichi’s care; to reclaim someone you prayed even existed.

⤷ It was through the hope that you began to notice the inklings of care and acknowledgment seeping through him. It seemed that you’d finally be met with the Kokichi you’ve come to love; the one you’re able to recognize.

⤷ His insults that once pierced and mauled into your heart like the canines of a beast, chewing you apart and tearing you to mere shreds were now an obvious jest; one that attempted to retrieve a giggle from you rather than a sob.

⤷ And at long last, it seemed as though you were able to calm yourself. You’ve retrieved the comfortable attachment you’d acquired from Kokichi, and now you find that there’s nothing to worry about.

⤷ You feel safe; relieved. The title of friendship with the prankster himself wasn’t one you’d ever taken lightly.

⤷ So when he throws you for a loop—a vicious cycle—of indifference and then care, your heart was split relentlessly. The wounds healing only to be torn open, their stitches tugged out as fragments scattered your withered mind.

⤷ To his enjoyment—his sick, twisted delight—your mind was being built up only to be knocked down; familiarizing you with the mind fuck of an attachment he’s forced upon you.

⤷ It was cruel. His malicious intents unbeknownst to you, yet tauntingly clear.

⤷ Kokichi Oma is a liar, through and through. His tongue dipped in the silver coating of falsified hope for his words to stain themselves within.

⤷ But his adoration is an unbreakable truth sketched with the ink of his promises in the fine print. His love for you is real, as is proven by the inscription in contrast to mere words hanging in the air disguised as wishful whispers.

⤷ Though as true as his love is—as true as his devotion to you may be—he wouldn’t dare admit it to you. At least, not the first between both of you.

⤷ Regardless of how far gone down the plundering realm of love he was, he wouldn’t utter the words you crave to have confirmed until you pursue him first. His pride is an angry, green-eyed villain, one that holds his confession hostage at the back of his throat as he toys with you; toys with your mind.

⤷ And as tough as you make yourself to be—head held high with an unfaltering smile resting upon your lips—he’d break you down eventually. The longer he plays, the more interesting your reactions become.

⤷ Your erratic, borderline deranged hysteria at being left behind once more as he provides you nothing more than a cold shoulder is so, so amusing.

⤷ He’s perfectly aware of your desperation as the cycle of his cruel ways repeats once more, just as you’re aware of how you’re on the brink of falling apart if you’re left behind once again.

⤷ So with a long-forgotten pride that’d been swallowed as easily as a pill, you find yourself situated before him, eyes spilling over with tears.

⤷ You beg, and you beg, and you beg. Over and over until the words that fall from your lips hold no other meaning than please don’t leave, not again.

⤷ And with that, he’s satisfied. His patience having been run through the mill as he waited for the eventual breaking of your mentality, enough so to have you on your knees begging for his affections.

⤷ He’s aware of how malicious it is. How toxic he had been to put you through a maddening cycle of love and loss to acquire your sacred words of desperate devotion; your pleas for his returned affections.

⤷ Now he’s sure, so very sure, that you won’t leave him. You simply can’t. You came crawling to him first, you came begging for his love first, you came to him.

⤷ You wanted to be with him first, he never made such advancements. At that very moment, you’d sealed yourself to him, encasing yourself within the mousetrap as Kokichi’s grin held genuine care with the faux silver lining of deceit.

⤷ He’ll be sure to remind you of how easily he could leave you, much like the cycle he’d put you through. He’ll be sure to engrave it within your mind that you mean nothing to him.

⤷ Of course, that’s a lie! But you wouldn’t know that. He wouldn’t let you know that. If you even try to search for the truth within his devotion and adoration, he’ll put you in your place; you begged on your hands and knees for his mutual love, you confessed to him.

⤷ Kokichi Oma is a liar, that much is certain. He’s a cunning and paradoxical individual. His words tethered with insincerity and cutting into whomever he targets.

⤷ Yet there’d be no greater truth to be uttered by him other than that he loved you, he truly loved you.

⤷ But you wouldn’t know that. You wouldn’t know that was the truth amidst the Atlantic sea of his falsehoods, each picking apart at all that you believed was true. All you knew was that Kokichi Oma was a liar, through and through.

➤ MIKAN TSUMIKI

⤷ Her entire existence had been the heart of inconvenience. The world tossed her aside as though her life were nothing but a hassle, her survival proving futile to anyone and everyone; she was alone, and not a soul cared for her.

⤷ Her instincts were derived from being abandoned. In the lifetime of Mikan Tsumiki, abandonment was inevitable. Being left behind is merely the dissonant outcome of trust and interaction.

⤷ And thus, she’s untrusting. As it’s been engraved into her mind, if you are not needed, you will not be wanted.

⤷ It’s been a concept—an idea—that she’s been forced to bear. If others weren’t given a reason to need her, to rely on her, they’d find no use in her. This was the harsh reality Mikan had been forced to instill within her mind.

⤷ Yet, despite the harsh and unforgiving pains of betrayal within her life, she still found herself falling for the fragments of care you provided her.

⤷ Perhaps it was within your nature to be kind; to be someone that surrounded others in the warmth of your presence as you soothed their worries momentarily.

⤷ Mikan wasn’t one to trust easily, but she was one to love. And when she falls into love, she devotes herself with every scrap of her pathetic life she can muster.

⤷ Her heart swells in remembrance of how you appeared upon first meeting her; meek and fragile. Though that was to be expected, you were in the nurse’s office with reasoning, of course. A fever, a rather high one at that.

⤷ With Mikan’s status as the Ultimate Nurse, she took care of you. Providing you with a damp washcloth to regulate your temperature as she shuffled to retrieve your medicine from the cabinet. It was an ordinary occurrence, her daily life as the trusty nurse after all.

⤷ And yet the most peculiar thing had occurred amidst the most ordinary of days. As you lay gasping from the heat your very own body radiated, you still found it within you to meet eyes with Mikan.

⤷ She could tell how difficult it was for you to remain conscious, your body exhausted from attempting to preserve itself, yet you pushed yourself to give her a sincere smile. A passive thank you escaping your lips before an exaggerated sigh followed, and your eyes fluttered shut.

⤷ For a moment, she swore her heart had halted thumping, her breath catching within her throat. Was she hearing things? Had she managed to catch your fever in the few minutes of reach with you and experiencing some sort of hallucination?

⤷ Hundreds, if not, thousands of thoughts and excuses passed her mind before she settled; you had thanked her. Pitifully enough, this had been a first-time occurrence and one that stuck with the young nurse.

⤷ You were sent home that day. Yet your nearly inaudible whisper of gratitude echoed within Mikan’s mind as though it were a blaring alarm signaling for her to wake up.

⤷ But as always, she assumed that as soon as your eyes had shut, your moments together had concluded. She never expected to see you again, much less speak to her, and yet she was sorely mistaken.

⤷ There you stood before her, eyes trained on her own lavender hues. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you spoke, your words barely registering in her mind. Her mind occupied with the realization that you sought her out, you searched for her, you took time out of your day for her.

⤷ She manages to hear the end of yet another thanks, another voiced gratitude towards her as you smile.

⤷ The same smile that forces her to appear akin to a deer gazing at headlights. She was frozen momentarily and struggling to comprehend what’s being told to her.

⤷ Her first instinct was to apologize; to beg for forgiveness. Yet she had no reason to apologize, you’d just thanked her, after all. But it was an instinct and one that consumed her.

⤷ Thankfully, you weren’t looking for words to be sprouted back to you. Instead, you left with the same treasured smile on your lips that you’d blessed her with.

⤷ And with that, Mikan had deemed that the last of your meetings. It was inevitable, no matter the circumstance.

⤷ Life was run on a clock, a timed death sentence as every being awaited their own demise. Nothing was forever, not unless it were in death. And Mikan doubted she’d find someone who’d love her in life, much less even in death.

⤷ Though Mikan, yet again, finds that she is proven wrong. Not that she assumed she was right, anyway.

⤷ But the two of you meet again. This time under circumstances that she had hoped to avoid. It was a common occurrence, almost as common as her being found within the vicinity of a medical center; being picked on.

⤷ This was the closest thing to friendship Mikan had managed to acquire. Hiyoko had always had a sharp tongue, regardless of friendship status, her sharp words would still sear through and pierce into the hearts of whomever she preys upon.

⤷ And fragile, meek little Mikan was a typical victim to these harsh words. Every insult stabbing through her stitched heart, threatening to tear open the wounds once more.

⤷ Mikan was familiar with embarrassing moments. Her clumsy antics landing her in positions she prays to forget. And yet, she’s constantly attracting further embarrassment; much like her own pitiful existence she relentlessly apologizes for; apologizing for existing.

⤷ But having you witness her being torn down by the blonde had been an entirely new tidal wave of embarrassment. You, of all people in the forsaken academy, had seen her in her weakest moments.

⤷ She was familiar with being viewed as weak. She knew, herself, that she was an easy target, one that required minimal effort to instill rue within.

⤷ She was aware of them much like those around her were. Yet she didn’t want you to be aware of this knowledge; of this fact.

⤷ In the moments she’d known you, she had been at her most collected. Assisting you and nurturing you back to health as much as she could. She appeared as strong as she could be; as strong as she could ever be. And all of that strength displayed would mean nothing once you bear witness to how pitifully pathetic she truly is.

⤷ Would you prey upon her as well? Would you seek out her weaknesses and tear into them with your canines as though you inherited an unfathomable, animalistic hunger? Would you hurt her too?

⤷ It was then that her true infatuation had been birthed. Her yearning to love and be loved pulsating within her barren heart in which was deprived of genuine care. She felt the beginnings of a chance, the dispersion of her despair.

⤷ Your abhorrent gaze fixated ahead of you, and to Mikan’s relief, it wasn’t directed towards her. You gazed at Hiyoko with the flames of Hell itself raging in your eyes. Pure, unaltered anger burning a passionate fire.

⤷ It was all akin to a butterfly effect; a chain of events as a result of a singular action.

⤷ Mikan wasn’t sure where the chain had begun, but she understood that the flaps of the butterflies within her stomach weren’t in relation to sickness.

⤷ Of course not, she took excellent care of herself. But regardless, these flutters were delicate; ever-so soft. So much so, she swore they even tickled.

⤷ It was the first bloom of the garden of her potential devotion to you; the garden in which is littered with thorns—poisonous thorns—awaiting to prick at those unfortunate to be subject to her adoration.

⤷ And to your unaware dismay, that poor soul just so happened to be you; the same blissfully oblivious individual assisting the young nurse from her position on the floor after having been kicked by the antagonistic blonde; Hiyoko.

⤷ Much like the first blossoming of her feelings for you, that very moment had been the beginning of your friendship. Hand-in-hand as you walked her back to her house, only separating at your respected stops.

⤷ For every second you held her hand in yours, Mikan’s heart spun all the way to the moon.

⤷ If only you knew what you were doing to her and her poor little heart. If only you knew the nightmare you were brewing for yourself.

⤷ The walks home together soon turned into grabbing a bite together as well. Rather than obligation, it was a decision; one that you indulged in. And Mikan found herself swooning with hedonistic desire, a dangerous swirl of obsession within the cocktail of her love.

⤷ It was times like those that Mikan thanked her ability as the Ultimate Nurse. Having been accustomed to most prescriptions and symptoms, she was relied on by those who found themselves ill.

⤷ Much like you did when you claimed that you’d felt the slightest bit dizzy as the two of you walked home together, sipping on your drinks that Mikan had offered to fetch for you both; reciting your usual order as though it were the lyrics to the popular radio songs.

⤷ She asked you the typical questions, or well, what you assumed was typical. You wouldn’t question the nurse in her own field. You trusted Mikan to know what she was doing, leaning against her as your head grew foggier.

⤷ She had taken you home, assisting you up the stairs with an arm slung around her shoulders. Your breathing slow, nearly inaudible as you suppressed the urge to cave into a deep sleep.

⤷ With delicate care, she managed to tuck you into your bed. She scurries about in your room as you eye her with a fluttering gaze, stars littering your vision.

⤷ It wasn’t long before you’d shut your eyes without another worry. You’d assumed you were merely exhausted, a reasonable explanation. With the amount of testing you’d done that same week as a result of the semester coming to an end, it’s no wonder you’d be so worn out.

⤷ And being in the presence of the young and ever-so-talented nurse, Mikan, you knew you didn’t have anything to worry about. Mikan would take great care of you, without a doubt!

⤷ So when you woke up to find her sitting on the edge of your bed, peering down at you with a smile so soft—so sincere—you swore you couldn’t differentiate if it was the warmth of the blanket or the blush that was overwhelming you.

⤷ Mikan was truly so kind to you, treating you with such care and assuring you that you’d feel A-Okay under her watchful eye.

⤷ Before leaving, she lets you know she’s going to go fetch you some tea. She claims it’ll be easier on you and the herbs will provide you with an organic remedy your cells will be delighted to indulge in; whatever that means.

⤷ Yet as she stands by the door, she turns to you with a gleam in her eyes, one that you should’ve paid closer attention to as she asks you; would you like sugar in your tea?

⤷ You nod your head, signaling to her that you’d prefer having your tea sweetened.

⤷ Laying your head back down onto your pillow, you sigh as you allow yourself to relax once more. Truly submitting yourself to the care of your dear friend, Mikan.

⤷ After all, she only wants to do what’s best for you. She’s the nurse and you’re her patient. Who are you to question what she’s doing?

⤷ Even as Mikan rips open a miniature packet of a granulated white substance—gamma-hydroxybutyrate—a fine powder appearing akin to sugar, but is most definitely not the ladder. Though you shouldn’t bother worrying your little head over it.

⤷ Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best—

⤷ And it’s through blind trust—the very same trust that Mikan had shunned yet you embraced so easily—that you sip the tea Mikan had prepared for you. Merely biting back the scrunching of your features at the odd salty taste with a soapy undertone.

⤷ Mikan had always been a bit clumsy, so surely she must’ve simply mixed grabbing the salt rather than the sugar. Your mind rejecting any assumption that was anything other than that; you trusted Mikan. She wouldn’t do anything to harm you.

⤷ So as your head fogs further, your eyes drooping once more as the world grows darker, Mikan takes your cup from your hands and sets it on your nightstand.

⤷ Your body seems to have a mind of its own as you find yourself unable to move, your consciousness slipping before you could comprehend what’s happening. Though it’s not like you’d even steer your thoughts towards the bitter truth.

⤷ You trusted Mikan, you believed in her and the kindness of her actions, and the sincerity of her care.

⤷ And before fully submerging in the clutches of a deep slumber, you can feel the slender, wistful hands of another cradle your skin, squeezing and familiarizing themself with your figure.

⤷ As your eyes finally fluttered shut, your last sight had been of Mikan—your dear, trusted friend—hovering over you. Her lavender-hued gaze painted over with a sickening lust as her cheeks were flushed. Her visage is that of a crazed, lovesick fool.

⤷ The storm of Mikan’s obsessive love had been brewed. Stirred into a whirlwind of singed rose petals in which blood stains the thorn of the torn flowers from within her garden of despair; her heart torn to shreds only to be stitched together once more.

⤷ You, her beloved, are caging within the brambles of her desire. As her lips ghost over your unconscious form, suckling on your plush skin that she fawns over with such feverish admiration.

⤷ Her hands wander, and they wander, and they wander; she can’t get enough of you. She’ll never get enough of you. She’s truly a fool, disillusioned by the possibilities—the hope—love provides.

⤷ She’ll take all she can get. She’ll take every ounce of affection you have to offer. Her grasp clinging onto your body, stealing what unexplored regions you have to offer. Her yearning pushing her to take more; to steal all that she can, in the name of your love.

⤷ But it’s alright. After all, you won’t remember a thing once you awaken. And she can do it again, and again, and again.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ In his love-stricken eye, you were ethereal. A beam of absolute hope, relinquishing despair and paving a path for the greater good. In his eyes, you were more than his hope; you were his god.

⤷ He hailed your every word; your every step; your every notion. Anything you do or say, he follows with every bit of his culminated devotion.

⤷ He saunters behind your lead, his head dazed with the true belief in the words that leave your mouth. You were never wrong. You were flawless in every form imaginable. You were perfection personified.

⤷ His devotion spiraled from your overwhelming optimism. Your positive energy seeping into the heart of others, as seen within their visage.

⤷ You were the embodiment of true hope, his one, and only. You were his beacon of light shining towards a better tomorrow.

⤷ And he swore there wouldn’t be a day in his miserable, worthless life that he wouldn’t cherish your very existence.

⤷ He swarmed his lifestyle with you, you, you! His fixation manifesting through his every action and train of thought. Anything he did, he did it for you.

⤷ So when he began observing you from afar, eyeing you as you go about your daily life, he swore up and down it was for you. To truly invest in you; his hope—no. His god.

⤷ You didn’t notice his presence lurking behind you at almost all hours. But, of course, you wouldn’t! He wouldn’t dare hope for someone of your elite status to pay heed to mere scum like him; like everyone around you.

⤷ Nagito was as self-loathful as he was jealous. Though he wouldn’t dub such turmoil as jealousy. Someone as lowly as him had no right to be jealous. You’d never associate with someone whose worth is that of garbage.

⤷ No, no. You’re better than that. You’re deserving of far more than that. You were a deity. You reigned over filthy nobodies much like him, casting hope upon everyone no matter how meaningless their existence may be.

⤷ So it was only natural he’d feel such a searing, blazing burst of repugnance at the audacity of people. The audacity of society. To see the way strangers so easily conversed with you, so carelessly interacting with you.

⤷ Were they not aware of your ethereal mien? Were they not aware of who they were speaking to?

⤷ Nagito found it nauseate. Witnessing so many nugatory nobodies engaging with you yet holding no regard to just how valuable you are; to your aristocracy.

⤷ Truthfully, he thought of it as a miracle that you would speak to those so invaluable. But that’s what pulled him—like a magnetic pole—to be enamored by you.

⤷ You were so hopeful. You sought the beauty of everything and everyone your treasured gaze laid upon. You discovered hope within the most purposeless of entities, and he could only fantasize the hope your beloved eyes would seek out within him.

⤷ But he merely dreams of such a thing. Never would he dare pollute your valuable time and existence with the thought of his irrelevant self. He was nothing, and he sure as hell was below even a nobody to you.

⤷ So he watched, and he watched, and he watched your every move. His ghostly green hues trained on your form, from any and all angles.

⤷ Anywhere you were, he was as well. Trailing behind you was as common as your very own shadow. He promised he’d follow you to the ends of the Earth. If his hope would allow, he’d do anything and everything to pursue complete allegiance.

⤷ He sought to appreciate and worship the entirety of your existence. For as long as you lived, he hoped—oh, how beautiful hope is to allow him to dedicate his life to you—he’d treasure you entirely.

⤷ His days spent following behind you, avoiding being seen by the public eye, or rather your eye, had soon evolved into beyond that of just following.

⤷ Much to Nagito’s dismay, he harbored fragments of bitter selfishness. Atrocious, it truly was. How could someone as lowly—as much of a scum as him—possibly writhe in selfishness?

⤷ He was already undeserving of being within your shadow, following you home. Yet he still had the shameless desire to yearn for more. Sickening; he could only be further disgusted by his miserable existence.

⤷ But he couldn’t help himself. Someone as faultless as you was meant to be obsessed over, right?

⤷ And thus, he began to take pictures. Photographs of his beloved hope—his god—saved within his phone.

⤷ At first, he was shaken beyond his own comprehension of the impudence to take a photograph of you, especially with photography skills as shameful as his. But still, much as he expected, even through his worthlessness you had shone; you looked absolutely beautiful in each and every shot.

⤷ His collection of photos only increased with each passing second. Soon enough, his fingers instinctively curled to the dimensions of his phone, readily waiting to snap a picture of your radiance.

⤷ It took a singular day to accumulate one hundred photos, and after a week he’d managed to possess well over seven hundred photos of you; of his beloved god.

⤷ Not a single photo was scrapped. Each of them equally cherished and mounted upon his wall with the use of tape. The walls of his bedroom soon filling with pictures of you, you, you!

⤷ And he wouldn’t have it any other way. As he laid atop his bed, his eyes would trail towards the pictures on his wall.

⤷ One was of you leaving your home to begin your walk towards the academy he was blessed to enroll in along with you. Your uniform ironed and peppered with your fragrance that Nagito dreamed to be drowned in.

⤷ Another was of you changing in the locker room. Of course, it was rather difficult to acquire the photograph due to the mirrors and the risks of being caught if you managed to catch sight of his reflection as he took a snap of you. But, thankfully, his luck had been on his side that day.

⤷ And his personal favorite, a photo taken from outside your bedroom window through the miniature crack that your curtain provided. It was an odd angle, but Nagito didn’t mind it. After all, the view it provided was one worth a million; beyond the worth of his unworthy life.

⤷ It was a photo of you seated atop your bed. The hem of your tee tucked between your lips as it allowed the exposure of your delicate chest and abdomen.

⤷ Nagito’s eyes were trained upon your exposed skin. Every inch blessed his eyes with a euphoria he knew no bounds of, his chest swelling with rapture at the sight of your body; a figure so holy.

⤷ But his eyes didn’t remain on your chest for long, instead deciding to flicker down to where your left hand squirmed.

⤷ Nagito swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight, his eyes darkening with the sheen of lust as his gaze remained trained on where your hand sunk onto, your sweats pulled down to your thighs.

⤷ There you were, in all your glory, pleasuring yourself. From behind the glass of your window, he could hear the muffled noises of your pants and moans. Whispers of whiny wants as you strive towards your climax.

⤷ The view was one that would forever be engrained into Nagito’s mind. Of all memories he’s acquired in his life, he wouldn’t dare allow himself to forget this one.

⤷ Nagito could only watch as his darling hope—his god—pleasured themself by their very own hands.

⤷ Drool collected within his mouth, seeping through the corner of his lips as his pants strained. The erotic yet maddeningly hypnotizing sight of you committing such a lewd deed brought him heeps of pleasure, and he hadn’t even been touched.

⤷ Despite his practically animalistic craving, he wouldn’t allow himself to wander into his own, tainted imagination. He wouldn’t allow himself to imagine his own dirty, grimy fingers touching your plush skin. He wouldn’t allow himself to imagine his forgettable, horrendous name being moaned from your lips.

⤷ No, he wouldn’t. He’d take what he had been blessed with wholeheartedly, and that was the sight he was given the grace to see. All that matters is that of all odds, he was there at that very moment and witnessing the treasured sight of a lifetime.

⤷ The same sight that was now on his wall in the form of a photograph. Though that wasn’t the only one of that sacred, divine night.

⤷ In the span of the fifteen minutes you’d spent, touching yourself and blubbering out pleas for more pleasure—more exquisite delight—Nagito managed to acquire two hundred sixty-three photos. Each of them stashed within the shoebox beneath his bed.

⤷ His admiration for you had caused him to plunder into an abyss of inexplainable hope. He constantly yearned, constantly strived, and relentlessly hoped to achieve.

⤷ He continued to hope yet he was unaware of what for. Had he been hoping to be noticed by you? By his beloved hope that had no business meddling with scum like him? Or had he hoped to truly achieve absolute devotion to you within his minuscule lifetime?

⤷ Nagito was blissfully unaware as he allowed himself to drown in the hope you radiated, unaware of his worthless existence basking within it.

⤷ Perhaps he’ll never truly decipher what he had hoped for. But for as long as he lived, he’d dedicate himself entirely to you; to your ethereal entity. He’ll continue to trail in the encompass of your shadow until his dying breath.

⤷ Nagito Komaeda devoted himself to you; to your hope; to your words; to your actions. He committed to your very existence, following the belief in you; his god.

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shumaiseyeliner · 4 years ago

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200+ Follower Special

A/N: so first, thank you guys for following me! I really appreciate it! This is basically just a very long yandere post with my depiction of the pregame characters so I hope you enjoy it ❤︎

@soupforkie I feel like I messed up your request, so here’s some pg! Shuichi 😊

Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy mindsets, unhealthy behavior, slight nsfw on several of them, nothing too extreme though, Shuichi is a hoe, masochistic tendencies, these are kind of darker than my usual posts 🤭, bullying, abuse, cults, feral yandere

Saihara Shuichi

Baby boy is a freak, sorry, but he is. Shuichi’s hobbies bleed into who he is as a person, and he wants someone to beat the shit out of him. On the same note, though, Shuichi wants someone who treats him like he matters to them. An unhealthy mixture of these two things is what Shuichi craves, and something he looks for in a lover. Things don’t always work out as planned, though, and he ends up getting infatuated with some poor darling who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Shuichi always gets the short end of the stick, he’s used to it by now.

So, instead of fixating on someone else (something he is literally unable to do), Shuichi does everything in his power to make them hurt him. If he was friends with his darling before, that friendship is completely ruined the day he realizes he wants them to hurt him. He’s a known freak, and he isn’t exact ashamed, and as his former friend, his darling most definitely knows this all too well. Shuichi is just so desperate, and the longer it takes his darling to take action, the more he pushes it on them. He’s just so... masochistic. It’s really pathetic, actually.

Other than wanting to be abused by his darling, Shuichi is a simp. He does literally anything his darling asks of him. Anything. He’s so public about it, too, not seeing the need to hide how he feels about his darling. Takes the title of being his darlings simp with pure pride, it’s so embarrassing to be out in public with him, I swear. However, he can get kind of... anxiety-filled. Baby boy is afraid that he’s not good enough and that his darling will pick someone over him. Shuichi gets so desperate when his anxiety kicks in, anything suffices, but he needs them to pay attention to him in some type of way.

Akamatsu Kaede

Pregame Kaede is a bully. She’s had a lot of messed up things happen around her and is really just a product of despair and society. That’s no excuse for how she acts, though. Kaede doesn’t just bully people she sees as threats, she bullies her darling as well. She can’t help it, because she absolutely hates how they make her feel. Kaede doesn’t hate her darling, but because of her trauma and having zero human communication in her life, she has no idea how to process her affection that she holds for her darling. So, instead of showing them her love, she pushes them around like a rag doll.

Zero tolerance for other people being friendly or mean towards her darling. She basically isolates her darling, it’s toxic as hell. Kaede knows that the way she treats her darling on a regular basis is messed up, but she doesn’t like the idea of them leaving her in the dust for someone else. So, in order to stop that from happening, Kaede makes sure that there’s no one to be her competition because she knows how fast she would lose. It’s kind of depressing to watch from the outside, Kaede is just so desperate to make sure that she’s the only person her darling has.

Kaede is extremely insecure on the inside, but again, this doesn’t excuse any of her behavior. I think once she fully processes how she feels, she’d start to treat her darling a lot better. She doesn’t get physical with them at least. She’s still verbally abusive at times, but that’s really just her nature and she can’t help it. Kaede desperately wants that cliche happy ending with her darling, and will do anything to get it. On this list, she’s the most prone to kidnapping her darling, especially if they don’t favor her too much. Kaede is just lonely, pretty much.

Oma Kokichi

He, on the other hand, is the one getting bullied on a constant basis. Kokichi isn’t shy, I don’t think, he just doesn’t like other people because of how annoying and mean they can get. This is exactly how he gets infatuated with his darling. Kokichi’s a little twisted, of course, but he isn’t like Saihara. He doesn’t want someone to hurt him, he wants someone to comfort and pity him like he deserves. Someone who genuinely cares for him and won’t tolerate him suffering. This is what he finds in his darling, comfort and what he perceives as love.

His darling saves Kokichi from some of his bullies and suddenly he’s latching onto them like some kind of leech. He’s always by their side, sticking to them like a small child to it’s mother. Kokichi knows that he’s pathetic, he knows, and that’s exactly why he gets away with so much after becoming infatuated with his darling. Kokichi is small and defenseless, that’s what he is, but he has other ways to manipulate his situation to his favor. Kokichi is constantly covered in bruises, so it’s easy to get his darling to pity him, this is where he plants himself and starts to absolutely root himself into his darlings life, whether the notice this happening or not is up to how observant they are.

Overall, though, he’s just... clingy. It can be seen as cute if his darling isn’t aware of how twisted he really is mentally. Kokichi gets away with so much, and he does it while depending on the trust that he’s built with his darling. They trust him because he’s defenseless in every single way, but that doesn’t mean he’s innocent. He’s manipulative, basically. Kokichi worms himself into situations that would ordinarily be inappropriate for just two friends, but since it’s him, Kokichi’s darling doesn’t think much of it. They’ll never suspect him of anything, and if they do he’ll guilt trip them until he’s blue in the face. It’s not too rare to find him in his darlings bed, cuddling to make up for hoe bad they treated him.

Harukawa Maki

She’s the cliche sweet girl turned psycho, but it’s really just out of love for her darling. Maki is extremely sweet, and while her hobbies can be quite conflicting with her personality, it’s not hard to find her pleasant to be around. This makes her extremely dangerous as a yandere because no one will ever suspect anything, least of all her darling. Maki is just so extremely careful about how she presents herself around her darling, it’s natural for her, and it’s gotten to the point where she likes putting on a show if it means they’ll like her more. Maki just looks for her darlings approval all of the time. She’s desperate for it, not that anyone will ever notice.

Maki fantasizes about living a sweet and domestic life with her darling. Getting married, livin* in a cottage, having kids in the future with them, things like that. So, without really getting their approval first, Maki makes her darling do domestic activities that married couples would do all of the time. She’s a tad bit delusional, but Maki knows when to stop. If she senses that her darling is getting upset with her, she’ll cease everything immediately, because like I mentioned before, she lives for their approval. It’s necessary for her to live, or at least she thinks so. She also does things that she thinks would make her seem like a wife. Like, Maki will cook her darling food constantly.

Maki just generally will not tolerate her darling picking other people over her. It’s just... aggravating for her. She spends so much time trying to make her darling love her, and she can’t stand the thought of her darling being with someone else. It makes her sick just thinking about it. She goes feral if she realizes that someone else is courting her darling, Maki just won’t stand for it. She refuses to let this happen. Maki is not above sabotaging her darlings relationships, or even killing her competition. Like, she knows that she should be, but she most definitely isn’t. She’s just irrevocably angry. She’s seething. However, Maki refuses to let her darling see her like that.

Iruma Miu

She gets bullied a lot so Miu is extremely distrusting and shy. Bashful and terrified at the same time, basically. Mix’s darling is someone very gentle and caring because of these traits, she wouldn’t love them otherwise. Miu doesn’t talk much to her darling, though, just because she’s too shy and is terrified that they’ll be bully as well. Miu isn’t too sure at first how she really feels so she initially thinks that she just wants to be friends with her darling. This, however, turns out not to be the case and she’s completely infatuated with them. Miu tries not to be obvious, but girly is a starer. She just looks at her darling all of the time. They’re just so pretty, she can’t help herself, really.

Miu, despite her shy personality, gets extremely jealous, extremely quickly. She just can’t stand the thought of someone taking away her darling, it’s almost offensive to her. Miu monopolizes he’d darlings time, inside and outside the professional setting. She wants to know everything about her darling, so Miu is very clingy and questions her darling about nearly everything. She doesn’t like her darling having other friends outside of her, especially if she isn’t dating her darling yet, however, Miu isn’t a strong willed girl, not by a long shot. She doesn’t put up much of a fight when her darling has to go and do other things with other people. She doesn’t fight her darling, anyway.

Her darling can blow Miu off as much as they want, but she doesn’t make it easy, not in the slightest. Miu will cry. She dies slightly on the inside when being rejected by her darling, she just can’t stand the thought of them being with someone else and leaving her in the dust. Miu can become hysterical, tears running down her cheeks as she grabs onto her darling and begs them not to leave her. She doesn’t care where she is when this happens, either. Miu has done this in public before, in the middle of the hallway even. She doesn’t guilt trip her darling on purpose, of course, but unless they want to be that jerk that made a cute girl cry hysterically in the hallway, her darling almost never goes against Miu’s wishes.

Amami Rantaro

Pregame Rantaro is a certified asshole, seriously. He’s absolutely terrible to his darling, and this is because he’s fully aware that what he’s feeling is wrong. He feels as if his darling has made him abnormal, so of course he blames them for it. Rantaro is labeled as a bully, but it goes farther than that at times. He’s just genuinely terrible to them for no reason that they know of. His treatment of his darling often leaves Rantaro feeling disgusting, but it’s the on,y way he can really deal with his emotions until he fully processes everything. Rantaro does little things to apologize every single time, though. Scaring off his darlings other bullies, making sure that they’re fed properly, things like that.

Despite being a jerk to his darling almost constantly, Rantaro is a protective dude. He’s got the mentality that he’s the only one allowed to be mean to his darling so everyone else is going to get their ass beat if they mistreat his darling. Rantaro won’t admit it out loud, but he’s extremely scared that something really bad is going to happen to his darling, so even while he bullies them, he’s always looking out for them in his own twisted way. He follows them around a lot, especially if he feels like someone else is trying to get worh his darling. Rantaro isn’t too fond of having an competition, so anyone who gets close to his darling who isn’t their family he considers a threat.

I genuinely feel like he’s a jealous guy. Like, Rantaro is extremely jealous. This ties into how he sees basically everyone as a threat to the relationship he has with his darling. For this reason, I think he’d be the most likely to kidnap his darling. It doesn’t take much for him to snap, just him thinking that his darling likes someone else, and they’re suddenly being hit over the head and being tied to his bed. I can say that his attitude towards his darling changes after he kidnaps them, though. He no longer has to keep up the violent act he had going because no one was around to see how infatuated he is with his darling. Is a shame thing for Rantaro, so once he has them to himself, he gets a lot gentler.

Shinguji Korekiyo

Now, he’s desperate. Korekiyo craves nothing but a comforting relationship with his darling. This is, of course, due to the abuse he suffered from his older sister. After he meets his darling, he realizes that they’re what he wants, completely and utterly. He’s not much different from postgame Korekiyo in the regard that he’s most definitely, without a doubt, a worshipper. Korekiyo wants his darling to know just how much they mean to him, and he really hails them as his savior, literally. Things get worse for him before they get better after he realizes that he’s in love with his darling, but Korekiyo is all too eager to bear it if it means he can be with his darling happily.

Korekiyo, personality wise, is a quiet kid. He’s also kind of sickly, so he’s not that strong. Due to this, he isn’t the kind of yandere to go around and boss around his darling. He wouldn’t want to, in fact. Korekiyo, instead, uses his brain to control the situation he’s put himself in. Korekiyo is good at manipulation, he just is. He doesn’t exactly feel bad about it like some yanderes do, so that makes him more likely to do it more often. He’s insecure about his body and thinks that his darling wouldn’t find him attractive, so he’d rather manipulate them than let them reject him. It’s really just Korekiyo protecting himself from potential heartbreak. Might pop a blood vessel if his darling calls him pretty, though.

There are some yanderes who let their darling do whatever for the sake of their happiness, Korekiyo is not one of those. He may prioritize his darlings happiness, but they do not get a choice in who they date. It’s going to be him. It has to be him. He doesn’t think it’d be fair, especially since he’d been so very loyal to them. He’d even taken beatings for them. The least his darling could do is love him. Korekiyo is one of those who don’t really care if his darling really loves him or not. They can pretend, he doesn’t exactly mind it, as long as he’s getting the affection he wants, it’s fine with him. Wants his darling all to his self, though, so he won’t tolthem trying to play him.

Yonaga Angie

Pregame Angie was raised inside of a cult, so she’s pretty unhinged when it comes to her darling. They are, quite literally, her world, and she doesn’t see why she needs to hide how she feels about them. That being said, girl is so very open about how she feels and her courting her darling is an event to see. Angie dedicates so much time to trying to woe her darling, it’s almost unnecessary. However, she sees no issue in it, it almost seems natural to Angie, and she loves showing her devotion to her darling. It’s like a religion to her, and she just feels so happy when someone calls her out on her odd behavior. Angie doesn’t see it as something negative or odd, it’s just love.

There are some people in this world, according to Angie, that just don’t understand love. That’s their own personal problem, of course, but she won’t let anyone interfere with her relationship with her darling. Angie can be extremely dangerous because of her background, but her classmates don’t really realize that and end up insulting her darling because they think it’s funny when Angie gets mad. It’s like treason to Angie, and honey has fought a bitch over her darling several times. It’s all justified in her mind, of course, but her darling might not see it that way so I can definitely imagine her trying to hide such unsavory things from her darling so they always see her in a good light.

Angie gets bullied, like, a lot. She just thinks that the people mistreating her are people who are confused about their fate. However, if her darling ever tries to protect her from her bullies, Angie will take it fully out of context. She’ll propose on the spot or something dramatic like that. Angie can be considered one of the feral yanderes, because of how far she’s willing to go for her darling. Going far for her cause isn’t something she needs to think hard about, and Angie is definitely delusional, so just give her a reason to go feral and she will. Next to Rantaro, I feel like she’d be very prone to kidnapping her darling, but she won’t see it like that. She’s just protecting her darling from the outside world!

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kirbabes · 2 years ago

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YALL PLS REQUEST 😭

#soft yandere #yandere imagines #yandere #drv3 #sdr2 #danganronpa #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #gender neutral yandere #hybrid yandere #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yanderes

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danganronpa-madness-imagines · 4 years ago

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Yandere Kokichi and Shuichi trying to confess to their darling, but gets nervous and freaks out everytime.

♡Hello, my lovely. Im glad that you enjoy my writing. I hope this is what you had in mind. I hope I didn't get it wrong, please tell me if I did.

♡Remember, you are all welcome to ask or request anything. I love you all so much. Stay safe, everyone!

♥Mod Maki.♥

Yandere Kokichi and Shuichi trying to confess to their darling, but gets nervous and freaks out:

Kokichi:

~Kokichi getting shy when trying to confess to his darling? No way! You must not know Kokichi. Koichi never gets shy! Or does he? Maybe he really is shy and just doesn't show it? Yeah, that's it.

~He gets a bunch of anxiety when trying to confess. But how couldn't he? S/O was just so perfect and innocent!

~But it just seemed that no matter how many times he tried to confess he always couldn't do it and made an excuse. The excuse he always made was, ¨Hm, lets see! What did I want to talk to you about? ¨ Kokichi would pretend to ponder. ¨Oh! Silly me! I forgot, See ya! ¨ Kokichi would then run off, feeling like a complete idiot.

~As soon as he got home, he screamed into his pillow, thinking how dumb he was and how easy it is to confess. Besides, he already knows you love him even if it's not true.

Shuichi:

~Shuichi honestly can't confess to you at all. He gets too shy and too scared.

~It's better he just stays in the shadows and stalks you. Shuichi uses his talent to know everything about you. He knows everything from your schedule to your shower routine to what your favorite line is in a movie. Trust me, he knows everything about you.

~The boy even has photos of you when you're sleeping or some when you're in school.

~He wants to confess to his darling, but he just can't. Something is just holding him back. W-what if he can never do it? It fills him with anxiety, thinking you're never going to even know that he exists.

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luxexhomines · 6 years ago

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Uhm, if requests are open can I get Yandere Kokichi and Shuichi (separately) with an introverted and easily overwhelmed s/o that loves them back but is completely, and shockingly, apathetic to them being yandere? Sorry if this goes against your rules or is too specific. Feel free to ignore/change this if you're busy or something, I don't mean to bother you ^^;

My first imagines request! I’m so happy! Yes, requests are definitely open and thank you for requesting, dear anon~Also, this isn’t too specific at all, anon, don’t worry! Although I would say that at some point if the request is so specific that you have the exact plots and reactions planned in your head, then you’d probably be better off writing it yourself.

My rules are pretty flexible, although they look a little stern, haha. Don’t let them scare you off, they’re run-of-the-mill!

I’m not sure if this is what you wanted for the yandere, especially since I rarely do yandere, but I personally just went on the subtly creepy and soft side of it, partly because I don’t imagine the reader condoning violence. I wasn’t quite sure how to portray the “easily overwhelmed” part, but I tried to make it show up in hints of anxiety. If you’d like some more nsfw yandere or this isn’t really what you wanted, feel free to request again!Shuichi’s is longer because he doesn’t make an appearance right away. But these aren’t super long, so no cut. Let me know if I should put a keep reading, though, and if it’s clogging up your tumblr. I need some opinions on how long stuff should be before I put a keep reading.

Fuyuhiko icon credit to kilruas!

Anyway, I should talk less. Here you are:

Yandere! Kokichi & Shuichi x Introvert! S/O

Kokichi Ouma

“Hey~ What are you doing, my beloved s/o?”

Kokichi had somehow managed to creep up on you when you weren’t paying attention, and you jumped in your seat, the half-folded origami crane falling from your hands, looking like a crippled bird. Some might say you were a crippled bird in the relationship you held with the boy, although you would quite beg to differ. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear nervously before answering, turning to face the mischievous prankster.

“I was folding a paper crane,” you smile, eyes narrowing slightly in affection for the purple-haired boy.

He grins back, a strange glint in his violet eyes.

“Why don’t you spend time with me, instead, then? Since you’ve got enough time to dawdle around folding origami,” he pouts, his arms snaking around you as his torso presses to your back, and you felt his warm breath floating downwards sweetly. A hint of grape wafted off of his body, and you leaned your head back onto his chest, looking up at his almost cherub-like face, although you knew all too well what lay beneath its angelic demeanor.

“Sure, what do you want to do?” you ask curiously, reaching out for the paper crane on the table. You wanted to finish it–half-done things made you anxious. But before even the tips of your fingers could reach the desired paper, a hand grasped your wrist tightly, cold and domineering.

“Uh-uh-uh. Pay attention to me, now,” Kokichi said softly, as if whispering, but a cold, hard tone made its way into his voice. You let your arm go limp, knowing that he’d relent if you gave up for now. You’d just have to finish it later.

At your act of submission to his will, his smile stretched wide across his face before he relinquished his hold on your wrist and stroked your head gently instead. “Good girl,” he says in that soft tone of voice–as if warning you to just dare try taking your eyes off him for even a moment.

You offer him a reciprocal smile, albeit a lot kinder and more tender.

“I’ll spend time with you any time,” you say. “Just let me know.”

Upon those words, he stops moving, and you see him lick his lips in thought before replying, a familiarly devious expression settling on his face. It was one much too familiar to you–and one you loved deeply even so.

“How about for the rest of your life?”

You shrug and chuckle shyly, feeling your cheeks fill with warmth.

“Sure. It’s sweet that you think you’d like to be with me that long. I think even I’d get sick of spending time with myself for that long.”

Kokichi stays silent for a moment, and then you hear him laugh, quietly, although sounding like he was genuinely amused by your response.

“Oh, s/o… If you only knew.”

Shuichi Saihara

You were talking to your friends at lunch like usual–or maybe not. You usually spent lunchtime with Shuichi, but he did say he had to make up a test during lunch, which was extremely unusual for him as an honor student that rarely missed class or failed tests. He did sound pretty frustrated about it, but you reassured him, telling him that you’d be fine with your friends and wished him good luck on his test.

“Kaede, what are you having for lunch?” you wondered.

You hadn’t gotten your lunch yet, after all, and it was usually better to go in lines with friends so you could spend the extra time chatting instead of standing alone with your thoughts. You had plenty of time to do that at home, even if being around other people was rather tiring.

“I brought a bento for once!” she declared, looking rather proud. “See?” she opened the box to showcase black and white rice balls, along with a side of cut-up vegetables and octo-sausages. Your shoulders visibly slumped. Well, there went your plans of going to lunch with a friend.

You looked around the crowd of students and spotted Kaito, who was whistling a cheery tune as he walked to the lunch line, so you waved to Kaede before running off to join Kaito.

“What are you having for lunch, Kaito?” you spouted right after coming to his side.

He seemed rather surprised by your presence–you had been spending lunch with Shuichi in the classroom for the past semester–but you took no notice. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was thinking I’d just get the ramen. Even though this line is the longest, ramen’s still what I always get when it’s available.”

You nodded and smiled, your features brightening up considerably. Finally, you were getting somewhere.

“Okay, then I’ll come with you!”

Kaito looked happy, starting to consent, but his joy was short-lived as his face twisted into a mixture of horror and shock.

“Er, your boyfriend’s here. You’d best go with him, I think,” he says, visibly edging away from you, although he was starting to step out of the ramen line.

You felt a hand rest firmly on your shoulder and pull you back into a slim yet firm chest.

“S/o, I’m done with my test. Shall we go?”

And you turned to face him as his hand slipped down to grasp your own, but before you could catch a glimpse of his face or say anything, he started walking away and pulling you along forcefully, which was rather rare for your soft-spoken and faint-hearted boyfriend.

You struggled to keep up with his long, quick strides, and stumbled, almost falling over, but he catches you in his arms swiftly, with a grace you didn’t know he possessed.

Instead of righting you and letting go of you, however, you felt his arms wrap possessively around you, drawing you even closer into his embrace.

Your voice came out muffled as your lips pressed into his uniform.

“S-Shuichi? What is it?”

He seemed to regain his senses momentarily, and you feel his grip on you loosen. You stand on your own two feet, stable again, and look at his face, which looks tinted with red as he puts a hand over his heart, looking pained.

“Sorry, s/o… I just…”

You lean in to take a look at his face, which is partially shaded by a baseball cap–the one he admitted to wearing when he wanted to hide how he felt or when he wanted to control his impulses.

“Are you okay?”

He worries his bottom lips between his teeth before replying.

“I leave you alone for hardly ten minutes, and this happens,” he mutters bitterly.

You put a fist in your palm, paying no mind to his ominous words and remember his appointment with the teacher.

“Right, you finished your test pretty quick! How did it go?”

He laughs self-deprecatingly.

“I don’t know how it went, really… I was supposed to take the entirety of lunch to do it, but I was too worried so I just finished it as quickly as possible so I could come and find you.”

You tilt your head, hair bobbing slightly, eyes looking directly at his, although his gaze was obscured by the cap.

“You wanted to see me that bad? We spend lunchtime, before school, and all after-school time together already. We even have class with each other,” you note. “Don’t worry about me,” you smile, slightly amused. However, Shuichi seems far from amused as his golden eyes turn a murky shade of molten light brown.

“It’s not enough for me,” he mumbles.

You had to take a moment to process his words–he wasn’t speaking very clearly, after all. But you were pretty accustomed to Shuichi-speak by now, having spent so much time with him. “You want to spend more time with me?” you ask. “Why didn’t you say so? Maybe someday we can have a sleepover,” you say innocently.

His face turns a bright red and then returns to its normal pale shade, his oddly dark gold eyes darting around until they land on you as he speaks.

“No matter how much time I spend with you, it won’t be enough,” he states. “I want to spend all my time with you.”

You fiddle with the collar of your uniform, embarrassed but strangely enough otherwise unaffected by his words. They did sound rather possessive. And it was true that you’d kind of like to have a life outside of Shuichi. But you loved him too much to actually reject him, and it didn’t really bother you, so you just beamed at him warmly.

“Okay. Why don’t we start with spending tonight together, then?”

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dangan-meme-palace · 7 years ago

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Yandere DRV3 Boys

I fucked up the ask but I hope whoever requested this likes it :’)

The girls can be found right here

(Trigger Warnings for the following: Abuse (Emotional and Physical), Kidnapping, Manipulation, Suicide, Self Harm, Eating Disorders, Implied Murder, and Implied Torture)

Rantaro Amami

Probably fell in love with you when you asked him for help with something and thanked him for it by helping him with something he was struggling with

Wants to feel needed 24/7 so he just kinda

Does everything for you

All the time

Whether that means doing your homework, bringing you a lunch, buying you expensive gifts, or just being a shoulder to lean on

God help the people you vent about though

He's basically your personal problem solver so when people are the problem there's only one solution

Doesn't really mind you having friends because they make you happy and that's all he really wants

But again, god help the ones he deems unworthy

Definitely introduces you to his sisters

The amount of attention and devotion he gives to you probably worries his sisters though, and can lead to fights between him and them

They realize he's running himself ragged trying to take care of everything for you but he doesn't see that as a problem

In his mind you're helpless and need his help all the time and since he loves you why wouldn't he try to help :)

Who cares if he's tired, you take priority :))

You have to be careful about trying to get him to take breaks because if he knows what you're doing he'll get huffy

So you have to be like “awww maaaannn I'm super tired, will you cuddle with me for a while?" and hope for the best

Make sure you put in some effort too

He has it in his head that he needs to be doing everything for the both of you so

Make!! Sure!! He!! Rests!!

He'll overwork himself if you don't

He also makes a lot of decisions for you so if Y'all go to a restaurant he's ordering for the both of you

Overall a good boy who I would die for

Kokichi Ouma

Did somebody say mind games?

Probably fell in love with you when you exceeded his predictions multiple times

I imagine he's a lot like Izuru and Junko when it comes to being bored so when you came along his heart just !!!!

Finally, someone who didn't bore him to tears

And that's when things went from bad to worse

Gets really clingy shortly after his obsession starts

Always making excuses to be near you

He just doesn't wanna lose the only person who isn’t absolutely boring, okaaayyy~?

That being said you're not allowed to talk to other people period

He takes it as a personal offense tbh

Wants you to talk to him, pay attention to him and just never look away

Talking to you is something he enjoys immensely btw

Bonus points if you can see through his bullshit

Not gonna lie he's probably gonna threaten you a lot

Don't get him wrong he loves you dearly but

He wants to be the only one you think of

Would kidnap you given the chance

Probably tried to get DICE to kidnap you but since they thought it was a bit much for a “prank" they didn't do it

He screamed and yelled when they didn't

They're terrified of him at this point but that doesn't matter because he has you!!

Have fun being locked in what used to be DICE HQ

He doesn't actually love you btw

It's just flat out obsession

Try your best to keep him entertained with you

If you don't he's gonna be sorely disappointed in you and you're gonna be horribly disfigured by the end of it

After all, what do you do with toys you don't like anymore?

: )

Kiibo

Probably didn't realize he fell in love until waaaaay later

All he knew was that you were really nice to him and caused him to overheat like a motherfucker

Poor Miu honestly

She's probably the one who told him about his feelings but we all know she gave him more questions than answers

Google: what is a smash and why do I want to do it????

Bless him

He just wants to impress you so he researches fucking everything he can about dating

Also if you like the more robotic aspects of him he asks Miu for hella upgrades

Would straight up do anything for you just so you would keep looking at him

Gets jealous a fair amount but he doesn't know what it is or why he feels it so he just acts pouty

That being said he's kinda indifferent towards your friends for the most part but he doesn't think they deserve you

He's done so much for you to keep looking at him and what have they done? Nothing, that's what.

You trying to leave him would be your downfall

Idk why you would but if you did that's when he fuckin snaps

He's tried so hard and you still won't look his way

Nuh-uh

His thinking does a 180 and now he expects you to do everything you can to make it up to him

If you don't he's gonna get real nasty with you

Not above blackmail and threats at this point

He acts like you owe him everything

Why couldn't you just love him for the jetpack??!?

Shuichi Saihara

S t a l k e r

Fell in love when you were consistently nice to him

Probably sees it as some sort of debt that he can never pay back

Like Rantaro he just wants to make you happy but unlike Rantaro he's doing it from the sidelines

Leaves nice notes in your locker, candy in your desk, and anything he can think to do to make you happy

Doesn't care if you know it's him

He just needs to pay you back for being such a kind person

If you find out it's him he's over the moon

Until you say you want him to stop

W hat???? Why????

He's near tears you fucking monster

When you explain it's just because you feel guilty that he's putting in all this effort he reassures you that it's fine

He would do anything for you after all

Now if you're not a cuntlord like me and you don't want him to keep doing this he's heartbroken

Takes it as a flat-out rejection

And that's when the emotional manipulation rears its ugly head

The worst part is he's not trying to manipulate you he's doing this because he feels like he needs to

And by this I mean he's eating and sleeping less and probably started cutting himself as a sick form of punishment for making you mad at him

You were just too kind to do it yourself so he has to do it

When you find out and tell him to stop again he's sobbing

He just doesn't know what you want him to do any more

You need to be real careful around him at that moment

Reject him and he will lose all faith in himself along with any confidence he ever had

Might kill himself not gonna lie

Choose to accept him and he's listening to everything you say like its gospel

If you want something done it gets done no matter what

Just… try not to abuse your power… he'll make himself sick trying to do everything for you

Overall he's a really big emo and I love him a lot; 10/10 would die for this man

Ryoma Hoshi

Another emo piece of shit

He's a lot like Shuichi except he doesn't stalk you

He just kinda stays at your side

Unless you tell him to go away; then he's stalking you

Fell for you for the same reason Shuichi did except you really had to give it your all

He sees you as his new reason to live and thinks that since you saved his life it's only fair that he spends it trying to make you happy

It's the least he can do

As a bonus, he would totally let you make a whole bunch of short jokes and would genuinely laugh at every one of them lmao

If you tell him to stop hanging around you he is crushed

Starts taking risks like no tomorrow

He smokes 2 packs a day and is right back where he started, if not worse, on the suicidal front

Doesn't even try to make it up to you because he doesn't believe he can

You were his second chance and he blew it

Now he's just stuck in this funk until he eventually just dies

He either kicks the bucket from health problems caused by smoking or doing something stupid like walking into traffic

All he wanted was to make you happy

Kaito “luminary of the stars" Momota

Fell for you when you both were talking about space and you managed to out-nerd him

Wholeheartedly believes he deserves you

Why wouldn't he? After all, he's a fucking astronaut

An astronaut

Who wouldn't want a cool guy like him?

Apparently, you, because when he started flirting with him you shut him down immediately.

Well shit

That's okay! He likes them feisty too!

Tries showing off but nothing's working

Okay, now he's pissed.

Great.

He still keeps trying but on the inside, he's starting to doubt himself

Why isn't THE Kaito Momota good enough for you

Truly snaps for the first time when he finds out you have a boyfriend

Why the Fuck would you pick some loser, who's not even an astronaut, over him: Kaito. Mother. Fucking. Momota.

He's done

Kidnaps you and tortures your boyfriend in front of you

He doesn't even care if you love him as long as your his, you can hate him all you want for all he cares

He might even hate you a little bit back tbh

You're nothing more than a trophy to him right now

Can somebody say yikes?

Gonta Gokuhara

Precious

Too good for this

I can totally see him kidnapping you and keeping you in a giant terrarium though

He would probably fall for you after you weren't afraid of him due to his stature. Also, if you say you like bugs (even just one bug like a butterfly or a ladybug)

After he started obsessing over you he also started killing his entire bug collection

Gonta only collects the prettiest of bugs after all

Why would he need all those ugly bugs when he has the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on locked away for his eyes only

Might realize it's wrong to keep you locked up but not before you lose hope of ever getting out and break

Actively tries to get you out of your cage now

Doesn't work though because you barely talk and don't move on your own

:’D

Korekiyo “I will rip out your nerves” Shinguji

Let's get this straight: He doesn't love you.

He's obsessed with you, yeah

But he doesn't love you

He wants to observe your beauty and nothing more

Actually won't kidnap you

Hurray!

He just intensively stalks you

Un-hurray!

It's gotten to the point where he can predict you with ease

He knows your schedule, your hangouts, your friends, and your mother's maiden name

Probably has tea with your mother on the weekends, just saying

He prioritizes watching you above everything, even food and hygiene

He's getting a little thin… :( your mom is worried about her new friend :(

Doesn't matter because how could he miss you doing laundry!! So exciting!!

The big drawback with this man is that all he does is watch

If you're getting bullied, beat on, made fun of, abused; does not fucking matter

Kukukuku the faces you make while you're in agony are exquisite

Overall he's not much of a problem unless you don't want to be watched 24/7

….

I still hate him tho

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