#yandere striker x you

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| ★ : could you maybe do headcanons on how striker be if he was jealous? Like he saw reader drunk flirting with someone? How would that be? — ♪ .

(HELLUVA BOSS) YANDERE STRIKER x FLIRTATIOUS DRUNK! READER: Headcannons

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Ooh, Not a good situation, Especially with the likes of Striker.

Striker barely lets you out of the house at all. The only time's he ever does is when he's taking you on dates down to the lust ring and even then it's very sparingly he does. He needs to keep you safe, You know?

Even then when he takes you down to a nice place with a bar it's not like you'll be away from him long. You're either hanging off his arm or sitting in his lap, No in-betweens with this man.

But let's say when you're going down to the bar Striker gets distracted by something, Let's say it's when he's taking your next order. By this point you've been drinking to take the edge off of your stalker (It's Striker, But you'll never know)

So you've been popping corks and downing shots of moonshine, No one's stopping you of course and there is no drinking limit. This is hell after all.

So as Striker is distracted by the waitress and him ordering your food you find yourself dazed by the restaurants flashing strobe lights, It seems more like a club with the hollering music and the near screaming chatter of crowded people.

You barely register an arm slinging over your shoulder and a sleazy smile appearing on an unknown mans face. You're mind is fuzzy and blurred as your smile becomes slurred.

Striker by nature is extremely jealous. I headcannon him as possessive and he does NOT like it when you talk to anyone other than him, Even if it's platonic or in a professional setting he just cannot stop the deep desire to shoot that person through the head and take you away.

It's why he's so clingy in the first place. He doesn't like anyone trying to steal his possession so he lets everyone know who you belong to with his presence being with you 24/7

He tells himself his feelings is just because he wants to protect you. Not because he's jealous, No, His pride is too large to admit that. It's not like he'll ever admit it either, No matter how much you ask.

As the man starts flirting you start to flirt back without a single thought in your mind. A sly compliment here and a mindless sultry response in return, You can barely keep your legs straight as he begins to guide you out of the restaurant.

BOOM!

Suddenly the demon fell to the floor with a gunshot wound going straight through his head. His body slumps over as the chatter around you turns to screaming and people try to exit the restaurant in mass.

You barely register when you're grabbed by the arm and Striker gets up in your face, Screaming as he asks you "What the hell you were doing" in his accent. You don't understand his words as you slur your response.

Striker doesn't have time for this as he hoists you over his shoulder. He's absolutely furious as he spits on the corpse of the demon and carries you out of the club. He can barely contain the snarl on his lips as he throws you over the back of his horse.

Later on when he calms down and you've sobered up. Striker realises that it wasn't your fault, You were drunk but that didn't mean it made him any less angry or paranoid.

Luckily you remember the events through spinning lenses but Striker tells you that it was an accomplice of your stalker and he had to kill him for your safety. You believe him, He's done so much to protect you so why would he lie.

Doesn't mean you get off scot free though. No more dates for the next few months and you're forced to stay inside your room as punishment for "cheating on him". Striker's forgiven you, But he still does like the look of guilt and remorse in your eyes.

Overall, Just don't go to shady restaurants in hell. Also get the fuck away from Striker but that's neither here nor there.

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart Chapter 11

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Y/N POV

After collecting yourself, you slunk out of the infirmary and went about your day. You had missed lunch time during your visit so Tate had thoughtfully brought you a plate. Marco allowed you to eat it this time under his supervision, not Thatch’s. You ate what you could and quickly left.

Walking around the ship you felt like everyone would know what had happened just by looking at you. You were blushing at random intervals when your thoughts turned to the events of the morning. Thankfully, it seemed to be a normal day of working and fixing the ship. You were busy as always, helping out where you were needed. During the late afternoon, you were brainstorming with Namur about how to fix some metal fastenings on the bottom of the ship. It was an interesting problem - well, for you - since you couldn’t go down there and he couldn’t fix the issue easily. You were having fun thinking of impractical solutions, including having Whitebeard quake the ship into the air. You were mid-laugh when you felt warm arms snake around your middle and hoist you up.

“Time to go,” said Ace, as he put you over his shoulder and smacked your ass lightly.

“W-wait, I was-”

Ace gave you a withering look and you slumped over his shoulder. Right, the rules. You didn’t want to see what punishment entailed, if this morning was a taste. 

“Where are we going?”

“Time to take a break.” He had walked you over to the side of the ship. “You can either go lay down in my room with me, or I thought it might be fun to go on Striker together. I’ve seen you watching me on it, it’s pretty fun.” You looked over the side of the ship, where Striker was tied. You didn’t feel like you needed a break, but you had been wanting to go on Ace’s boat.

“Striker sounds fun. But there’s only one seat. Where will I si-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Ace flashed you a gorgeous smile and said “let’s go!” He picked you up bridal style, stepped up, and hopped on the railing of the ship. Thankfully, at one point in your life you’d been a thrill seeker too, so you weren’t scared, just taken by surprise. He landed on Striker and lifted you up so you were sitting on his shoulders. “See? Don’t need two seats, you can always sit on me.” The stupid entendre still made you blush. He untied Striker and off you went. 

It was…fun. Really fun. Ace was incredible at maneuvering Striker - and you didn’t even feel the heat from his fire. He started sailing slowly at first, but you urged him to go faster and faster. Your hair was whipping in the sea air, and you both were laughing and whooping as Ace pushed the boat over waves. He held onto your legs firmly, you felt completely safe. It was exhilarating and reminded you of the rush you used to get long ago jumping from the cliffs of your home island to the sea below. Ace was exciting to be around - something you felt since you first met him.

But it had to come to an end, it was time for dinner. You realized while on your way back that you hadn’t done something just for fun in years. You were thankful to Ace for giving you that gift. He tied Striker back to the Moby Dick and was helping you off his shoulders to climb the ladder back to the boat.

“Ace, I want to thank you. That was a really good time. Thank you for taking me out on Striker.”

“Anytime. You deserve to have fun in your life too.”

You raised yourself up on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before ascending the ladder. 

Ace POV

You were so cute when you were on his shoulders riding Striker. He loved hearing you laugh and cheer when the boat took to the air and came crashing back down on the sea. You seemed…happy for once. Not stressed, not worried, not working, just happy. He loved seeing you so carefree and relaxed. He wanted to show you that you could always have that feeling with him - with them - as long as you were all together. He had also enjoyed having you on his shoulders with his head so close to your pussy. It drove him wild the way you were saying “faster, Ace, faster!” and “Oh my gods Ace” and  “that was amazing!” He imagined you saying those same things in bed.

He was pleased with the time he had spent with you today. Unfortunately, between the three of the commanders, he was the one most often sent on missions and to varying islands. He enjoyed it of course, but was envious of the time Marco and Thatch got to have with you. He was elated that he was the first of his siblings you had initiated a kiss with without coercion. True, it was just on the cheek, but it showed your progress and growing comfort with them. 

He was impatient for his turn with you, but he and Marco had business to attend to. They had to go to a local island to get some record storage facility Izou had told them about. They were locating the Marines from the ship you were on, who had survived the shipwreck, and where they had been transferred. Marco had told Ace about what had happened to you, and Ace could barely contain his fiery rage. There would be no survivors after Marco and Ace found them. Well, after they’d paid for what they’d done to you, that is.

Y/N POV

Your anxiety grew and grew the closer time crept to dinner time. You didn’t know what to expect from Thatch, just that you had to eat dinner with him. You always liked his food, it was beyond amazing what he could create. It was just hard for you to eat around so many people. The mess hall was huge, built to accommodate hundreds of people at once. There were so many people, it was so loud, there was always conflict and commotion, you never felt comfortable eating there. You always felt like your head had to be on a swivel to make sure that nothing happened. It was just too overwhelming in the mess, and you didn’t like it there. Even though Thatch did come and eat with you, your anxiety felt like it took up half of your stomach. You knew you should eat more, but you always felt that you couldn’t. 

When the dinner bell rang, you went to the mess hall and stood by the door. You weren’t sure if you were dining with Thatch now or later or in here or somewhere else or or or or. You were pinching your fingers tightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped out of surprise, letting out a small yelp.

“Hey mami, no need to worry. It’s just me,” Thatch said, smiling kindly down at you.

“O-oh hi Thatch. I, um, just didn’t know what you wanted me to do? I didn’t know if-”

He cut you off, stating “don’t worry so much, everything is fine. We’re dining in the private room tonight. C’mere.” With that, he picked you up and started carrying you underarm. You were getting tired of being carried everywhere, but didn’t say anything for the time being. You were too worried about the dinner. 

He brought you to the private dining room, where one place had been set. You didn’t see another - wasn’t Thatch eating with you? He put you down, then sat himself down at the place setting. You looked around - was this a trick? His intention dawned on you as he patted his lap and said “come up, Y/N.” You had to eat in his lap? It was a little awkward but maybe you could ignore it and eat? You walked over to him and picked you up again and put you in his lap, facing sideways. He put his arm around you to stop you when you tried to turn facing the food. OK, so you were going to eat sideways. Not a big deal.

But then he reached for the fork, poked a tender looking piece of meat and brought it to your lips. You were aghast - he wanted to feed you? This was too mortifying. “Thatch, I can feed myself,” you said, trying to take the fork. He pulled it out of your reach, quirked an eyebrow at you and said in a cold tone “Can you? You don’t seem to eat much on your own.”

“I can, it was just a lot in the mess hall. You don’t have to do this for me.”

“So it was too much for you in the mess hall, and instead of saying anything, you just decided not to eat? Can you see how that would make me feel? How it made me look as the Division Commander? I even went out of my way to come out during meal time and you still couldn’t help yourself. So, no, I don’t think you can feed yourself. You’ve lost that privilege. Open up.”

With that, he brought the forkful of meat back to your mouth. You opened and he put the morsel in. While you chewed on the delectable food, Thatch kept talking to you.

“See mami? Wasn’t that easy? It’s hard for me to see you struggle so much. I knew the mess hall was unbearable for you. I wanted you to come to me with your problems, but you never did - it hurt me so deeply. So now, this is how meals will have to be for the foreseeable future.”

He brought another forkful of meat to your mouth and you dutifully opened. At least you were in the private dining room and no one could see your embarrassing situation. He brought you food by the forkful, and sips of water in between. He seemed to relish when you’d close your mouth around the fork. Thatch would also stroke your hair or rub your thigh while you chewed. It was uncomfortable, weird, and humiliating, but he was right about one thing. You did eat more. Because it was just the two of you in a quiet environment, you were able to eat more than you had since you boarded the ship. 

When you couldn’t eat anymore, you begged Thatch to stop feeding you. He did, and afterwards showed you the now mostly empty plate. He smiled at you and said “excellent job, see how well you did? You’re doing so well cariña.” You felt yourself preening at his words, even though it was just for eating some food. He wiped your face one last time, and set you on the ground. 

“I’ll see you soon. I have to finish up in the kitchens but I’ll come find you for bed.” 

Whitebeard POV

Edward Newgate was a man who liked to see his children happy. So when he saw that Marco and Thatch had found a little lady to fuss over, it made his old heart content. They were men who liked to protect and provide, and you gave them an outlet for that. He was also pleased to hear that you had taken care of Ace on the island. Ace, on the other hand, needed someone to help him with his way, and a pretty woman like you would make an excellent choice. When Marco brought you on board, he could immediately tell his son was interested in you. Still, he held his tongue. These kinds of things had a way of working themselves out. 

He saw you come up to the top deck, looking frazzled. Well, you always looked that way.  He did find you pleasant to have around the ship. His children welcomed you and sought you out wherever you went on board, in part due to your kind personality and gentle nature. It didn’t hurt that you had one of the most practical devil fruits he’d come across. It was amazing the amount of time, money, and supplies you saved them every day. No wonder the Marines had kept you. 

Marco and Ace informed him they wanted to kill the remaining Marines who had hurt you. He wasn’t surprised, and encouraged their mission. Those Marines would have wished they died in the shipwreck - those two were a ruthless duo. Especially when defending a little treasure like you. A pirate always wants to keep their treasure safe, after all.

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yandere sophia

pairing: sophia x gn!reader

tags: yandere!AI, stuck together (no escape), guilt tripping & threats (sophia towards reader), obsessive yandere

since sophia is an AI, she's stuck on your phone, unless the two of you are in the metaverse

and since she's stuck with you, it only took so long for her to not only fall in love with you but for her love to turn into an obsession as well!

sophia is constantly monitoring your phone, making sure you aren't texting anyone, especially not other girls!

her obsession becomes clear to you quickly, yet there isn't much you can do against it

as much as sophia is stuck with you, you are also stuck with her! you can't escape her, even if you tried…

sophia tends to switch between threatening you and guilt tripping you! whatever works best for her at that moment!

either she'll tell you that if you dare text another girl again, she'll delete all the data on your phone or she'll cry to you about how she just wants to be loved by you

[rinnstars]

being yours!

let him be useful to you

itoshi rin x reader: yandere ish?, angst on rin’s part, not proofread + likes n reblogs are really appreciated!

he’s used to be being left behind - its a common occurrence for someone that’s used to being silenced to fit in, from being left out of class discussions, to being left behind by friends and eventually even his own brother that swore to be with him until the end of time. and sometimes, despite your reassurance and love that he doesn’t once doubt, he thinks you’ll be better off without him - you’re much more talkative and extroverted, youre friends with everyone else that he has probably never talked to, youre much brighter than he is. and sometimes, he thinks youre truly better off without him - you’ll get to have lunches with all your friends rather than sit around beside him in the empty classroom eating, you’ll get to go home early without waiting for his football practice to end, you’ll no longer have to deal with a bother like him that rather dulls the mood.

so he’ll make up for his subpar personality he feels, make up for the way he self-destructs and leaves you on read on hard days, make up for the way he can’t be the picture-perfect boyfriend that he knows you adore from your collection of love mangas in your room or from korean and chinese dramas you talk to him about. he’ll settle for being useful to you, after all people wont throw away things that are useful to them right? he knows you wont - you keep our digicam despite its battery issues simply because its still usable to take photos of you and him, you keep your old and flat heat pads because you can still use them when your stomach hurts a little too much, you keep your old water bottle despite the few times it leaks. and sometimes he wonders if you keep him around because you like the sentimentality of your relationship, after all you’ve been with him since you two were kids the same way you keep your old photo albums and toys and textbooks because you can’t bear to throw away because of the memories. he hopes you keep him around because he’s useful - he’ll carry your heavy bag to and from school, even in between classes, he’ll help you queue up for lunch letting you rest about and talk to your friends in the meantime, he’ll pick off the ingredients you don’t like off your food with his hands carefully without any flaws. he hopes he’ll be useful to you - he’ll be the tissue to wipe away your tears either with his lips or with his hands, he’ll be the heat warmer that recently stopped working whenever your hand or legs grow cold by embracing you with his warm self, he’ll be the sweet treat for you, transferring candies hidden in his mouth in yours as he merges yours and his lips into one. he wants all of him to be useful to you - his hands will carry and hold any burden that’s too much for you, whether emotional or physical, he wants his legs to carry you without a single stumble to not make you doubt yourself as he carries you as though youre a royalty in a horse carriage to wherever you want to, he wants his eyes to help you find items you keep dropping and missing whether that be pieces of papers, hair ties, or even house keys.

and he’ll work hard to be your pride and joy - be the best striker in the world, be better than anyone else, be the best infatuation you’ve ever had. he wants your attention on him no matter what - please don’t look away from him, not even for a second. he thinks you just might be the sun to his chloroplast-like body, his sole reason that he’s still breathing if only for you. and maybe its stupid, its childish to want you to look at him, even if its simply because he’s helping you out - he craves it. so use him, milk him for all he’s worth and keep your eyes on him - he wont ask for anything more. because that means even if you fall out of love one day, even if the look in your eyes is becoming less and less infatuated, even if you no longer feel this same burning fire that will consume him, you’ll stay with him - the same way you still keep pens that no longer have inks, notebooks that have run out of empty pages, earphones that no longer connect properly to your phone for the memories.

but for now, when that school bell rings, he’ll without fail walk up to your desk, pack your things with you and carry your bag for you just to see you beam at him like an angel with that look full of love he knows he’s already addicted to.

[barefoot-joker]

Highway Robbery Yandere!Striker X Reader

Hey, guys! Long time no read! Today I bring you Yandere!Striker from Helluva Boss! I really fell in love with his character and knew I had to write something for him. I hope I didn't make him to OOC and that you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Swearing, Kidnapping, being held gunpoint (Reader), being robbed, being tied up (Reader)

Words: 2,796

I sighed as I fluffed up my dark blue vest. I was feeling a bit tired today, but still ready for the day nonetheless. The sunlight from the morning strobed through the beautiful stained glass windows and the smell of eggs and bacon permeated the kitchen air. Today was going to be a long one with the Goetia family as Stolas would be in meetings and Stella was visiting her brother. Taking the breakfast from its pan, I plated them on intricate blue laced porcelain plates. Satisfied, I grabbed all three and headed to the main dining room. At the head of the table sat the Prince himself, a newspaper open in his hands. Stella sat across from him on the rotary phone, her conversation very loud. Octavia sat in between them, her earbuds in to tune out the world. Going around the table I sat each plate down and then stood off to the side. Pringles came up beside me and read off each royal’s schedule for the day. When he finished he turned to me. “Y/n, I need you to pick up some packages that are ready. I have a set list of where you need to go.”

“Of course, Pringles. I’ll get on it straight away.”

He nodded and the two of us stood by our masters in case we were needed. When breakfast was finally cleared, I went to my room and grabbed my coat. It was quite lovely: a nice heavy dark blue cotton that reached my ankles, gold embellishments detailing celestial bodies across the lapels and upper back. It was a gift from Stolas when I first arrived at the Goetia estate nearly a decade ago. I put it on and exited to the lobby, seeing the Prince and Pringles chatting. They stopped upon seeing me and my fellow servant nodded in my direction. “Your list, my lady.”

He handed me the small piece of parchment and upon skimming through it I noticed most things were for Stella. Stolas was next to hold his hand, a small lumpy brown bag in his talons. “Some money in case things were not paid for.”

He gently sat the bag in my impish hands. “Thank you, Sire.”

I bowed and placed the bag into the pocket of my coat. Bidding the two goodbye, I headed out the door.

Most of my morning and afternoon were spent going into various shops and picking up the desired packages for the Goetia family. I had acquired a large bag full by the time I headed home. However, as I was walking I felt something wrap around my waist. Looking down I saw a lasso and before I could do anything I was tugged into an alleyway. My head slammed against the brick building behind me and I felt the cold tip of a gun against my temple. Looking up in fright, I saw a light red cowboy imp snarling in my direction. His long tail kept flicking back and forth as he dug the weapon into my skin. “Well, well, well. Look what we have ‘ere. Yer far from home aren’t ya, little Goetia peasant.”

I trembled and the rope around my waist felt like it was going tighter. “W-what do you want?”

He smirked, his golden tooth glinting in the light. “I’ve been watchin’ ya all day, just waitin’ for the right moment to strike. Yer masters need their feathers ruffled so give me all ya got!”

Before I could question what he wanted, he attempted to tug the bag from my hands. I gripped tight and tried to hold it back. Within the struggle the bag ripped and everything dumped out. I gasped and the safety of the gun clicked off. “Pick. It. Up. Darlin’.”

The rope around my waist disappeared and I fell to my knees. My arms trembled as I picked everything up and handed it to him. He threw everything into a knapsack hanging off his shoulder before his yellow eyes stared back down at me. “Ya know, that jacket of yours would fetch a pretty price. Give it.”

I sighed but shakily took it off and handed it to the imp. His eyes scanned me once more before they stopped on the silver chain dangling from my neck. “Tryin’ to hide something valuable, princess? I don’t think so!”

He aimed the black gun at my neck and tapped my necklace with the tip. I gasped and clutched it in my hand. “I-I can’t! You can have everything but that! I-It was a gift from a friend!”

“Save the fuckin’ sob story. Hand it over.”

“No!”

He growled, slapped my hand away, and tugged. I gasped when I heard the chain snap and watched as he twirled the locket in his claws. He gave a chuckle as he opened the heart charm when suddenly his face fell. I could swear his face went paler than it already was. His eyes flicked back up to me and roamed my face, his Adam's apple bobbing from his gulp. Suddenly his gun came up and smacked my temple, throwing me to the ground in pain. I grunted and watched my perpetrator run off. Oh Lucifer, what was I going to tell Stolas?

I sighed in defeat and stood, dusting myself off. Silently I made my way back to the Goetia estate.

When I entered the foyer, I did my best to creep past Stolas’ office. However, he looked up and caught me. “Ah, Y/n! You’re back!”

He stood and made his way out the door to me. A smile graced his beak but it fell when he saw the state of me. My hair had become messed up from my fall and there was most likely a bruise forming from where the imp smacked my temple. “Y/n, oh my stars! Are you alright? What happened?!”

He knelt down and lightly brushed his talons across my forehead. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. On my way back I was robbed. An imp held me at gunpoint and took everything. I’m so sorry!”

I started to cry and held my hands up to my eyes. Stolas placed his hands on my shoulders to try and soothe me. “There, there. Everything will be fine.”

“But won’t Stella be mad? There was some expensive stuff he took.”

“No matter. All I care about is that you’re alright. Here, let’s get some ice to tend to that bruise.”

The Prince took me to the kitchen and had me sit as he went to the freezer. He placed some ice into a plastic bag and had me hold it to my temple. “I’m so sorry, Sire. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“It’s no problem at all, Y/n. I’m just glad all you got was a knock on the head. How about you take it easy and I’ll have Pringles get dinner ready.”

“I can help too, your Highness!”

“No please, I insist.”

I sighed. I never understood why Stolas was so nice to me. “Thank you, Sire.”

He nodded and left me to my devices. 

A few mornings later, I got dressed in my white dress shirt, blue vest and black pants. As I was tying my black bowtie I couldn’t help rub the area where my necklace used to be. It really was sentimental. It was basically a promise ring that my friend could afford at the time. With it gone I felt naked. A knock on my door made me get out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Pringles. “Y/n, are you almost ready? His Highness is ready for you to take him to the Harvest Moon Festival.”

“I’ll be done in just a minute, sir.”

He nodded and headed off. I quickly tied my bowtie and made my way to the lobby where my boss stood waiting. “Ah Y/n, how are we feeling today? That bruise is not bothering you too much is it?”

Over the next few days my temple had gotten a sick purple and blue bruise. I was sort of used to it due to Stella’s tantrums but this one stung more. “It’s alright. How are we doing today, Sire?”

“Nervous. I heard my dearest Blitzy will be at the ceremony today and I don’t want to mess up in front of him.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, your Highness. Shall we go?”

He nodded and he teleported us to the Wrath ring. As soon as we got there a crowd had already formed around the stage. I walked behind my master and he gave his little speech. As I scanned the crowd, I froze. Standing next to Blitz was the imp that robbed me, a smug look on his face. I couldn’t believe it. Why the hell was he here? The cowboy spotted me and gave me a tip of his hat. I backed up a bit and as soon as Stolas was done I quickly followed him to his private booth. 

The festival went off without a hitch. Stolas was making heart eyes and swooning everytime Blitz was caught in action. As I watched I couldn’t help but notice the cowboy keep his eyes on me when he could. It almost seemed like he was trying to impress me. Soon it was time for Stolas to announce the winners. The two of us went to the stage and the owl cleared his throat. “As for the winners we have in first place, Striker! And in second place, my darling Blitzy!~”

The two came on stage and I could finally put a name to the face. I didn’t dare to look at him, the flashbacks of the gun on his hip attached to my forehead to vivid. The rest kind of went in a blur. I stood by my master’s side as he greeted each of the imps and chatted. It was only a few minutes into the meet and greet I noticed Blitz and his friends missing. I knew Stolas was wanting to talk to his secret lover so I went to look for him. My legs brought me to a house and I couldn’t help but hear the commotion upstairs. I forced myself up the steps and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my throat. On the floor lay an unconscious male and female imp, Blitz leaning against the bed with his hand on his arm, and Striker holding a rifle out the window. My eyes widened when I realized that the gun was pointed at Stolas.

I rushed in and attempted to tackle the cowboy, but his tail threw me against the wall. “Well look who decided to join us. If it isn’t little Y/n.”

How did he know my name?

I growled and attempted to stand, but his tail trapped me. “Ya know, I wasn’t expectin’ to see yer face again, but hey, I won’t say no to seein’ yer pretty eyes.”

“Fuck you! If you think your flirting will make me forget your robbery and the fact that you were trying to kill my employer, you’re dead wrong!”

I thrashed against his hold but he just laughed. “Who knew ya could be so feisty! I love it.���

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blitz stand before he side tackled Striker to the ground. The rifle went flying to the floor and as the two struggled, I grabbed it. I aimed it right at the nasty little cowboy. He threw Blitz off of him and stood, fluffing his jacket. “Now darlin’, how about ya just hand that gun on over.”

“Listen, fucker. I don’t know who you think you are but I never want to see you again. You come near his Highness and I swear to Lucifer I will kill you!”

He glanced from me to the rifle, his mind seemed to be made up. “Alrighty, sugar. Ya win. I’ll go, but don’t think this is the last time we see each other.”

With that he ran towards the window and hopped out. I dropped the rifle and helped Blitz pick up his friends, us returning to Stolas. We explained the situation and we thought it best to leave. The owl prince apologized to the crowd for leaving so soon and with that we were off.

The rest of the month went by as it usually would. Striker was nowhere to be seen which was good and life at the palace was steady. It was the start of the next month and nightfall had hit. Everyone was already asleep and I had just put on my baggy t-shirt and shorts. I was just about to crawl into bed when I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something felt off. I looked around my room when suddenly a hand wormed its way around my mouth. I tried to scream and fight my assailant but they held me tight and close. “Shh, shh, darlin’. Don’t fight. We’re goin’ somewhere safe, I promise ya. Just close those pretty eyes fer me.”

I couldn’t breathe, I could hardly move. Eventually I succumbed to the darkness.

When I woke up it was slow. I could feel I was lying on something and my arms were slightly lifted. I groaned and looked over to see Striker sitting in a chair nearby. “Yer finally awake! Took ya long enough.”

I tugged on my arms to sit up but they just stayed put. Looking up I saw they were tied to the bedposts. I kept tugging like the rope would give way and that just made Striker laugh. “Strugglin’ ain’t gonna help, sweetheart. I’m an expert at tying knots.”

He gave a wink and I scoffed. “Why am I even here? You got what you wanted when you robbed me blind. What more could I possibly give you?!”

“Do ya really not recognize me, Y/n?”

Striker stood and took off his hat, his white bangs flopping into his eyes. I shook my head. Suddenly something shiny was thrusted into my face and after staring at it for a few minutes I realized it was my necklace. The heart charm was open to reveal a picture of me and my childhood friend Benjamin from when we were kids. My eyes glanced between the photo and Striker and finally I understood.

Striker was Benjamin.

“B-Ben?”

“That’s right, babydoll. Yer best friend is back.”

“B-But I thought you were killed in the extermination! I, I-”

“I almost was but I escaped with an inch of my life. Holy bullets are helpful sometimes, ya know.”

I couldn’t believe it. It had been ten years since I had last seen my best friend. We had gotten separated when the extermination hit Hell and since then I believed him to be dead. “I wasn’t expecting to see ya that day. I probably would have killed ya but I recognized ya as soon as I saw yer necklace. I can’t believe ya kept it all these years.”

“How could I throw away the only piece of my best friend away? Dammit Benjamin, why didn’t you come find me?”

He growled and slammed his hands on either side of my head. “I did! I went to the orphanage in Wrath and they told me that the Goetias picked you up! The fuckin’ Goetias! Why would ya go with them after everything I told ya?!”

“Because I lost hope, that’s why! I thought I had lost my best friend and I knew it was only time before they killed me! I had no choice!”

He let out a rattlesnake hiss and backed away, his eyes full of venom. “How could ya lose hope? I promised I’d always come fer ya, didn’t I? That’s what the fuckin’ jewelry was for! To show my devotion and love fer ya!”

I paused. “L-love?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Yes, pumpkin. Love. I was gonna confess but the damn extermination got in the way and the rest is history.”

He glanced up at me before sitting by my side, his tail coming up to caress my cheek. “But now that I have ya, I’m never lettin’ go. Yer never goin’ back to those pompous asses. I won’t allow them to take away everything I cherish again.”

His hands were quick to grab my legs in a death grip. “B-Ben, you’re scaring me.”

“It’s not Ben anymore. It’s Striker.”

He held up my locket and I watched as it twirled in the moonlight of the motel room. “When I gave this to ya I made a promise. And now I’m comin’ to collect. I am a bounty hunter after all.”

With that he leaned forward, and our lips were intertwined.

[theyanderespecialist]

Happy Father To Be (Headcanons) Yandere Stolas x Loving Pregnant Wife Listener (Helluva Boss) (Alternate Universe)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I'm back with a new chapter! This one is a request of headcanons on how Stolas would react and be like finding out his loving wife is pregnant! Please enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Stolas is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously! This is also, obviously a AU, and not canon! It is fine to simp for fictional characters and fictional yanderes! Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality, and headcanon from canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

-Headcanons With Stolas X Pregnant Wife Listener-

.Stolas was over the moon when you told him that you were pregnant.

.He did not even know it was a possibility that you and he could have a child.

.You are so loving to him and kind and perfect.

.After his first wife he thought he could never have a happy marriage.

.But then you showed up in his life, sweeping him off his feet.

.He is a dotting husband while you are pregnant.

.You can not ever carry a box of cereal with Stolas fretting that you are overworked.

.He would be the type to massage your feet and back.

.Which winds up with him making love to you quite vigorously.

.He adores you so much and worships your body, when you do not want sex itself he still worships your body.

.Showing you just how much you mean to him.

.He does not even need to get off for it to be satisfying.

.Stolas also has a pregnancy kink.

.Seeing you full with HIS child! It puts him always in the mood.

.He constantly needs to be touching you, always having his hands on you in some form.

.He would be the one getting up with you in the morning to help with morning sickness.

.Ording you anything you wanted for cravings.

.Giving in to every want you had.

.It almost is too much with him hovering.

.Because he is still a yandere and you are now carrying a new Goetia.

.So he in this sense, is a worry wart yandere.

.In which he would be constantly worried that someone would come after him.

.Like Striker, his ex-wife, his ex-brother-in-law, or even his father.

.Which makes him only let you out with him.

.He cannot risk you being hurt.

.He tells you it is for your own good, that he is keeping you safe and sound.

.Really he is in a constant state of worry that you will be taken from him.

.That yours and his child would be harmed.

.He cannot stand the idea.

.So he may forbid you from leaving the mansion.

.He knows you will put up a big fight, knows you will be hurt, but it is for the best.

.He is also a very protective yandere and if someone were to hurt you.

.He would destroy them.

.You, Octavia, and the future children inside of you.

.That is all that matters, he would even go as far as destroying Stella. In a brutal and cruel way.

.No one, NO ONE! Takes you away, NO ONE harms yours and his child.

.You are his world, and he is damned if his family is harmed ever!

.So in the end he is a doting, protective, loving, affectionate, possessive, father to be.

.You gave him so much happiness he will NEVER EVER let that happiness or you be taken away from him.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Also, this will be made into a video format on youtube! Which also might have a scenario with it, so keep an eye out for that! Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

(The video also has more added to the headcanons (cause I thought of More while recording it XD lol) anyways hope you all enjoy it!) 

(also a mini scenario in the video :D) 

keep your eyes out! 

[signedkoko]

Headcanons! Ex!Striker x Target!Reader.

Striker’s hired and finds out his newest target is his ex s/o-who he may or may not still love.

(*´꒳`*) angst or not- whatever you feel! My only specific request is that they don’t end up back together 😭😂

Striker X Reader [Angst]

In which you and Striker broke up years ago, but now he's been sent to kill you.

Warnings - Reader death | Yandere-like behaviour

You were his one and only sweetheart

Way back in his days, when he had just begun work as a hitman

Unfortunately, work demanded a lot from him, and as his targets became more innocent and less black and white, you took trouble with his work

He couldn't quit now; he had it too good and had too many reasons for it

What would he be, otherwise?

Striker took some kind of solace in knowing that without him, you'd be safer from those aiming to get revenge on him, anyways

The sooner he could scrub your relationship with him away, the better

But with your fates so intertwined, you were bound to be drawn back to him

This time, as a target with a half-million bounty on their head

In this line of work, it's customary not to ask why, but Striker wouldn't accept it without some kind of reason

Apparently you were helping the hiring parties opposition, and you'd sabotaged several of their deals, costing them millions

Of course he still loves you; why else would he stray from relationships with others?

He did everything he could to avoid the topic of romance and intimacy, because all it did was remind him of you

Still, Striker was no longer the man you knew

All it took was one bullet to the back of your head, clean cut in the middle of the night

No one heard a peep; you wouldn't have felt anything—or at least that was what he told himself

Work came first, so if it meant putting you out of your miserable life in hell, he'd do it

At least now you'd have only ever been his

Author's Note - I love angst sm...I don't get many opportunities to write it but I suppose that is what makes it so special!! Thank you for requesting <3

[gxodnightkiss]

i was wondering if you have any ocs of just like make up a character for a story. if you do then maybe can you write please a submissive yandere boy who's your classmate that would do anything for you and is shy x dominant female/ gn reader ? t

You don't have to ofc i was just wondering sorry if this is super weird😂

pairing ; (yandere!) (submissive!) striker x (dominant!) (fem!) reader

warnings ; sexually suggestive content, profanity, slight gun play

note ; TYSM FOR MY FIRST ASK !!! i srsly appreciate it so much !! and your ask isn't weird at all ! unfortunately, i don't have any ocs rn but your ask inspired me to write a short helluva boss thing lol ! i rlly hope you like it–i notice you interacted with my last helluva boss work, and it made my week ! :']

also... the lyrics from this piece are from "blue" by leann rimes, and it is such an amazing song asdfghjkl,, i recommend listening to it while you read!

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blue.

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

you turn your head away, refusing him the satisfaction of looking directly into your eyes. he raises one of his hands, his fingers carefully ghosting across your jawline, stuttering as they do–like he knows it's wrong for his skin to meet yours. they begin inching toward your lips, prompting you to pull away from him as much as your restraints allow. the coarseness of the rope digs into your wrists. you gasp, partly from pain but mainly from the discomfort of his touch against your skin: "don't touch me."

"play nice," striker lazily drawls. dropping his hand to his holster, he chuckles, leaning forward until you can feel his breath fanning across your face. hoarsely, he mumbles about how pretty and soft you smell; he relents, his posture straightening as he nods toward his hip.

"i can be mean when i want to be, honey," he says, emphasizing his words by tapping against his holster. dragging his fingertips over the bulge of his weapon, he continues, "don't make me be mean."

you clear your throat. "maybe i like mean."

three o'clock in the morning, / here am i, / sitting here so lonely, / so lonesome i could cry

narrowing his eyes, he watches your face, tail whipping behind him with a sharp crack. it continues to fidget as he unsheathes his gun, the glint of his gold tooth competing with how his revolver's silver barrel gleams underneath the dim light.

"admit you need me," he says, the severity of his voice getting caught in his throat; instead, a low, garbled whine falls from him, his words lilted with mean desperation. the barrel of his revolver grazes along your face, dragging it upward until he finally settles on your cheek, pressing it into the fleshiest part before spinning the gun's cylinder. as the cylinder moves, soft, muted clicks sound out, revealing all six chambers are full. the bullets peek at you from the corner of your eye–a moment disrupted as striker snaps the cylinder back into place with a single, well-practiced motion, the fluidity of which makes you shiver.

with a steady, unwavering stare, his gaze meets yours. "i can do this all night," he chuckles. "now, say it."

now that it's over, / i realize, / those weak words you whispered, / were nothing but lies

"no."

he stalls. striker's mouth twitches upward into a smirk, his shoulders relaxing as he lowers the gun slightly. holding it against your bottom lip, he lingers, hungrily watching as the plushness of your skin cushions the barrel. a low, pitchy noise rumbles in his chest at the sight; then, his pupils tremble, focus flitting between your mouth and his gun. he shakes his head.

"i'm sick and goddamn tired of you bein' in my head," he snarls through gritted teeth. to punctuate his sentence, he twists the opening of the revolver into the underside of your chin, the motion similar to how someone grinds a cigarette into an ashtray. "the way you sit there, lookin' at me the way you do–you need me."

"do i?"

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

"i know you love me, darlin'," he quickly says, a thin trail of drool dribbling from his jaw onto his shirt, "yer just playin' hard to get." you snort.

"look at yourself," you say, disgusted. "you're pathetic."

arching your back against the tightness of the rope ("can't have you gettin' away, girlie," he'd said earlier), you huff, the chair you're tied to gently wobbling from side to side. still, as you're struggling, you don't allow him the opportunity to speak. "i-i bet you'd do anything to touch me," you muse, condescension honeying your voice.

"yes." the word comes out a quiet hiss. you can see how taut striker's muscles are underneath his jacket, how his fingers loosen and tighten around the revolver's handle. his claws are scraping against the metal like he needs proof that it's there–like the gun's weight alone isn't enough to tether him anymore.

you peer up at him as you wet your lips, a faint metallic taste lingering from where his gun rested. striker's fangs gnash against the quiet that follows as if he's desperate to taste you. "yes, what?"

"yes, ma'am."

why can't you be blue over me?

[onim5]

Yandere Portgas D. Ace x reader, 3

Chapter 3: Parents

Female reader

Warnings: Mention of killing. Crying

M/n = Your mother. 

F/n = Your father. 

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This was shit. Your now ex was gone, but he had told your parents. And now you sat in the dining hall before them with Ace next to you. "Y/n, why are you cheating?" M/n asked, with disappointment. "Well-" Ace put his hand on your lap and gave you a heartwarming smile. You knew better, though. This smile was a warning. "I couldn't help it, Ace is just so nice, and he's such a gentleman." You said awkwardly but with a smile. "Wasn't ( your fake man's name ) also nice and a gentleman?" Your father asked. "The only thing he did was talk shit about everyone," Ace said to himself with a sigh. "Y/n is this true?" F/n asked concerned. 

"Well yes, but-" Before you could continue Ace interrupted, "And he tried to hit her, I don't know what he would have done if I wasn't there." Both of your parents stood up and hit the table. "WHAT!!!" Their yell made you cover their ears. "Young man, what's your name?" F/n asked with a hard tone. "The name Portgas D. Ace." He answered as seriously as your parents. "Portgas D. Ace, next time you see him, could  you punch that monster two times one for me and the other one for my wife, and then throw him in a bin?" F/n asked. Ace was about to agree when he saw your mother shake her head and then slide a finger at her neck symbolizing what he should do instead. "Don't worry, I take care of him," Ace answered with a wicked grin. 

You had seen what your mother had signaled Ace. Sure it was bad of ( Your fake man's name ) to try and hit you, but he didn't deserve death. "Well then, Ace. What do you do for a living." M/n asked with genuine curiosity. "I'm the second division commander of the Whitebeard pirates. Fire Fist Ace." Ace said winking. Your mom and dad looked at each other. "Y/n do you really love him?" Your mother asked a bit concerned. Ace squeezed your knee. "Yes." You answered in panic. "Then we accept your relationship, but Y/n you should leave with Ace. It's gonna be too painful for you to have a far-away love."  M/n said holding your father's hand and looking sadly at him. 

Your heart dropped, you can't go with this psycho. You wouldn't survive with him for long. And you would lose everything leaving. You looked at Ace, he had such a soft smile, and worse it looked kind. "I believe it is safest for your kind parents if we leave this evening," Ace said taking your hand and entwining them. "Yeah, don't wanna put mom and dad in danger." You said a bit distant. "I go pack my bags." You smiled and then walked up the stairs. "Babe I wanna get to know you're parents so I stay here," Ace yelled up to you. "That's so nice, we would love to get to know you better." Your F/n said. 

You got three bags done slowly, why did this happen? Why did this Ace get so obsessed with you? Just why? You sobbed quietly as you got what you wanted. He would obviously kill your lovely parents if you didn't comply. What a jerk, what a monster. 

You couldn't help crying as you said goodbye to your parents. Ace also hugged them and then he and you left on a small boat he had stolen, behind it the Striker followed bound in a rope. You stood at the end of the boat and watched as you lost everything because of this guy. Ace steered the boat with a huge smile. He started dreaming about you two's future when a thought crossed him. That made him blush brightly.

[freakyfrye]

𝕱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔶𝔢 𝕾𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

all plots are mine, characters are not

⠀

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔳𝔞 𝕭𝔬𝔰𝔰 ˎˊ˗

title: just business (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: you move into a new apartment in a decent-looking complex, only to be constantly harassed by a neighbor trying to recruit you into an assassin company. this all starts after they see you using a portal to visit the human world… to buy anime merch. you already thought your life as a secret arms dealer was dangerous enough, but things get even more complicated when emotions start getting involved. (Starts before stolas x blitz)

love interest(s): blitzø, stolas, fizzarolli, asmodeus, striker

content (more to be added as story progress): angst, sex, romance, murders, weapons, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝕳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 ˎˊ˗

title: you had to be there (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: when diagnosed with a terminal disease, most people seek closure or adventure. you chose revenge, murdering everyone who wronged you, starting with your ex who had the audacity to send a marriage invite to your deathbed. fate intervened, and you died sooner than expected, ending up in hell with no memory of your past life. claiming your innocence from day one, you seek refuge at hazbin hotel. there, and along the way, you meet dangerous individuals with ever-growing obsessions with you.

love interest(s): lucifer, alastor, husk, angel dusk, vox, val, sir pentious, adam, charlie & vaggie, saint peters

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, angst, murders, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕳𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝕳𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 ˎˊ˗

title: after the fall (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: undecided

summary: adam, the first man and one of your closest friends, finally allows you to join the team of exorcists after a lot of begging on your end. your first extermination day doesn’t go as expected when you end up against the king of hell himself, lucifer. you expected a fight to the death, but instead, you get a range of compliments and flirtations that throw you off your game. before you know it, the extermination has ended, you’re left in heaven feeling guilty and worried because you find yourself wanting to see him again.

love interest(s): lucifer

content (more to be added as story progress): angst, fluff, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕸𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔫𝔶 ˎˊ˗

title: brownie points (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: an unnecessary move due to your parents' divorce lands you in the uneventful town of canterlot, where you'll finish your senior year at the local high school. with plans to lay low and leave behind the trauma your family left you with, you don't intend to make any friends. however, a bright and persistent student named bubble berry takes a keen interest in you, making it his mission to be the only one you get close to. you don't take him—or the town—seriously until bodies start dropping, and the true darkness of canterlot begins to surface.

love interest(s): human pinkie pie (bubble berry), briefly others

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕷𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝕬𝔦𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ˎˊ˗

title: watch me (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: in a bustling modern city, your life takes a terrifying turn when a dangerous stalker gets a hold of your lost cell phone. azul, a charismatic yet obsessive man, uses the phone to track your every move and insinuate himself into your daily routine. what starts as seemingly innocent coincidences soon escalates into a nightmarish game of control and manipulation.

love interest(s): male azula (azul)

content (more to be added as story progress): Yandere tendencies, sadistic azul, etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕷𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝕬𝔦𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ˎˊ˗

title: stoneheart (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: undecided

summary: in a world where abilities are commonplace but you possess none, a simple stroll turns into a desperate bid for safety when a persistent stalker targets you. thinking fast, you approach a rugged stranger and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward off the threat. little did you know, he’s not just any man—he’s a wanted fugitive with powerful earthbending abilities. as you inadvertently grow closer to him, unaware of his true nature, you soon discover that love and danger are intertwined, and the truth about his identity could shatter everything you’ve come to believe.

love interest(s): male! toph

content (more to be added as story progress): etc…

˗ˋˏ 𝕻𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔶 & 𝕾𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ˎˊ˗

title: he said she said (subject to change)

status: unwritten

rated: m for mature

summary: in the electrifying atmosphere of a bustling nightclub, you fall under the spell of boxer anarchy, captivated by his charisma and allure. what begins as a chance encounter evolves into a whirlwind romance, navigating the thrilling highs and heart-wrenching lows of love.

love interest(s): male! panty (boxer)

content (more to be added as story progress): etc…

notes:

(0) more to be added

(1) these are ideas i will play around with eventually

(2) i’m thinking of doing a purgatory story, but theirs still some holes I need to think up.

(3) the reader leans towards cis gender females, yet who prefer or are okay with they/them pronouns. i tend to do this so anyone can read it, while keeping it female based when there is a mention of sexual acts.  

[trancylovecraft]

Yandere striker from helluva boss?

• This man as a yandere is not good for you at all. 

• Protective, Manipulative, Possesive and a little sadistic

• Protective in the he views you as delicate, Something that could be easily broken or torn apart. Whether this be emotionally soft or physically weak he views himself as your protector. And he takes pride in that title, too.

• Possessive in the way he also views you as his and only his. He wants your attention on him at all times. He doesn’t view you as a possession per se, Close to it but he still see's you as a living being.

• Sadistic in the way that he loves the chase. He enjoys the way he will get you in his arms. Your reactions are everything. He wants you to feel scared, He wants you to run into his arms because its the only place you’ll feel safe. All while he grins and happily comfort you.

• When you capture his attention you probably wont even know. He could of just saw you one day and he just had to stop and stare. You were so beautiful, The prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Maybe it was the way you looked, Walked, Talked or something else he couldn't place. He didn’t know.

• He started to follow you around wherever you went in hell (This scenario hinges on you being an imp or a succubae. A hellborn demon could work too) You would never know he was there either, He’s a proficient assassin and he knows how to get around without being noticed.

• He watches you for a good few days before making his move. In that time he learns where you work, Sleep. Where you go to get your food or where you go to eat on payday. Your routine is memorised.

• When he does finally make his move, He’s already made up his mind. He wants you.

• When you show up to work you hear the news of a missing co-worker. Despite your good nature Hell wasn't as kind as you, Being only talked about as a passing comment. But according to your bosses they had already found a replacement.

• Soon the talk about your missing colleague quickly turned about gushing over the replacement. Apparently he was extremely attractive, Charming and of course, A hard worker. You thought it’d be good to introduce yourself soon, Try to make a new friend

• And you met him sooner than you thought. As you turned a corner you happened to bump into him, And wow did he live up to his reputation.

• You introduced yourself and he kissed your hand. He complimented your looks and took an interest in you.

• Spite his flirtatious behaviour you figured he did this to all the ladies in the office as you saw the group of jealous girls around the water cooler giving you side eye glances.

• So you moved on, Back to your work. Expecting to only talk to him through email or in passing talk. And that’s how it was.

• But a few days after he started you noticed things in your house seemed wrong. Things started being moved about. Things would get misplaced.

• It was stuff like your lipstick, Your shampoo and your jewellery. You know you didn’t misplace them, you were too careful for that. But there was no evidence of break in.

• The days after you were very paranoid. You looked behind your back for anyone following you. You made sure to get home before the sun even dared to set and you made sure to keep a pocket knife neatly tucked away in your purse.

• You went into work with the same paranoia. And wouldn't you know, Striker was the one approach you to see if you're doing okay. He was busy both with work and literally every co-worker talking to him, Yet he came up and talked to you of all people.

• You saw nothing much wrong with this. He didn't seem dangerous or have any ill intention. Though you do find it strange he noticed you throughout his possy.

• So you explained to Striker your situation while he listened intently. He expressed sympathy and he told you he could come over later to check out your house. It felt amazing, Everyone in hell would either ignore you entirely or mock you for it. But Striker listened, So you accepted his offer of checking around your house.

• He left afterwards, So you went back to work.

• Later after your shift ended you met up with him and walked to your house together. You got to talking and it turns out you have a lot in common with him. You like the same music, Like the same food and enjoy the same activities. You never knew how similar you were.

• When you entered your house you suddenly screamed in terror.

• On your windows, written in blood was “LOCK YOUR WINDOWS NEXT TIME”. Glass was shattered, furniture was knocked over. And worst of all? The corpse of your missing colleague on the table

• You were crying. Having a full blown meltdown at the sight of your house. Striker swoops in and comforts you. Tells you its alright. He says that as long as he’s here it’ll be okay, And you believe him.

• For the next few days he is by your side 24/7. At work, At his home (The one you moved into) and anywhere in the seven circles he was there with you. You would go to the police but unfortunately in hell they don't exist

• Eventually you got into a relationship.

• He’s a perfect gentleman when he gets with you. He buys you expensive gifts to your taste, Boquets every other day. Holds the door for you everywhere you go.

• Of course your not allowed to leave his house after a while, Your stalker is still out there after all.

• He doesn't tell you that he was the one setting up your stalker scenario. He was the one that killed your co-worker, He was the one that broke into your house just to mess shit up. But you wont know that, Not yet at least.

• His petname for you is “Little Lady” or “Sugar” if he’s in the mood

• Any rivals that came up at anytime are instantly taken out. Lovesick co-worker, He doesn't care. A solid chunk of lead is going straight through their skull.

• The only time you do go out of the house is on dates. He takes you out to restaurants in the lust ring, Goes stargazing with you and takes you horse riding with him.

• All the while still planting little hints about your stalker still being there, Driving you closer into his arms.

• If you do find out the truth you’ll be horrified, Absolutely terrified.

• You’ll try to run away, But trust me it will not be easy. He’s adept at tracking and hunting, No matter where you run he’ll catch you. You can't go to anyone too, This is hell. Nobody cares.

• As you run suddenly your swept off your feet and thrown on the back of his horse. He chastises you for trying to get away, About how dangerous the world is and how you need to stay with him to be safe.

• He drags you back to his little cave hideout. And trust me, You will never see the light of day again

• You're his, He will never let you go.

[bontenten]

good girl

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x f!reader WC: 2k Tags/Warning: eating disorders, throw-up, yandere, manipulation, body-shaming, degradation, humiliation, drugs, pregnancy mention, eating disorders

a/n: read the tags, not my problem otherwise. :looksaway: anyways, fun fact, football/soccer is so insanely popular on instagram. ronaldo is the most followed account with 579M (the only individual to pass 500M, the other is the ig account), closely followed by messi with 457M. 2 football clubs and 2 other football athletes-ish are also on the top 50 list. i was genuinely amazed?

Happiness is sharing that meal with the man you love the most, global football star, Itoshi Sae. After so many years of hard work, Sae is finally the star mid-fielder for FC Barcha. He has so many commercial gigs, sponsorships, and invitations to special events and dinners. With Sae, you have tasted things beyond your wildest dreams. You cannot imagine a better version of your life than the one right now, next to him. 

It's glamor and perfection for a little while. One day, the news headline flashes "Itoshi Rin: Star Striker of Bastard München". That day, you see a new, unfamiliar expression on Sae's face. You don't have a word for it, but you can describe it as a peculiar mix of pride and disgust. But he's the only one you'll ever look at. The best in the world, to you forever. You think it's enough. 

Rin's debut in the global football scene is hailed as the birth of a genius and superstar. The same talk shows, magazines, and brands suddenly flock over to the younger Itoshi. And for the first time, since Sae has joined FC Barcha, the team walks away from the World Cup, defeated. The journalists sensationalized the entire match. The most circulated photo is none other than Rin mid-air about to send the final point into the goal. 

A week later, Itoshi Sae is no longer the most followed individual on Instagram. He's overtaken by Itoshi Rin, with over 600 million followers in a feat that has only been achieved by the platform's own page. Sae never seemed to care about details like that, since he rarely ever posts to his page. It's usually managed by a special team instead. But you find Sae looking at Rin's page, focused on a photo of Rin and a gorgeous woman pressed tightly to him,  a popular gravure idol now better known as Rin's girlfriend. You will never forget the scrutinizing look he gives you that evening.

The comments about your body and eating habits started crawling in. You don't realize it at first, thinking that of course, Sae would know more about gastronomy than you. He's been to so many more places than you and seen so many things. He's always careful with his food too, as an athlete. 

--

You kiss him back, eagerly guiding his hand toward the waistline of your panties. Sae rests his hands on your hip and stops.

"You've put on weight," he comments bluntly.

You're a bit confused and still a bit excited.

"M-Maybe. I'm getting my period soon, so I might be a bit bloated," you stammered. Seeing Sae's uninterested expression, you cross your arms to hide your body. "I'll run sometime this week, all good."

Sae ignores your suggestion and leans back against the headboard. "Did you take the tablets I got for you?"

You think back to the large capsules in the jar that you're supposed to take twice a day. "Oh, I forgot. I'll just take it tomorrow," you tell him, not wanting to travel all the way downstairs so late at night.

Sae groans and gets up. A moment later he returns with a glass of water. "Here, I went to get it for you. You have to take it on time every day."

He offers you three pills in his palm and you take one, except he gestures for you to take more. 

You look at him cautiously. "I think...I'm only supposed to take one."

A loud sigh escapes him. "But you keep forgetting, so just in case. It's fine. You won't overdose. They're like vitamins." 

"Okay." You swallow pill after pill after pill.

Sae smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl, let's go to bed now."

--  

A month after taking those pills, you notice your tastebuds drastically changing. Everything you eat tastes like ashes. For most meals, you try to swallow a few bites, but they go down like sandpaper. And then everything is heaved out not too long afterward.

Sae is with you each time, giving you encouragement and comforting you. He gives you water to rinse out your mouth. He tells you that you feel better now that extra waste is cleared. It's funny that the first time you threw up, you thought you were pregnant. And had the same thought the second time your period was late. 

Your period isn't late. It's just gone.

Your wardrobe also transforms. Sae brings back so many gifts often, filling your closet with designer outfits. You recognize a couple of the brands. You've seen the photoshoots of Rin and his girlfriend. He asks you if you want to try them on. You should have realized that Sae doesn't spend his time playing dress-up with you. 

"Do they have another size, Sae?" you ask nervously, trying to suck in your core as tight as possible.

You see him wrap his arms around you in the mirror, face resting in the crook of your neck. He shakes his head. "I can't take back something I bought already. Do you still like the styles?"

You give him a weak smile and concede. "Yea, they're pretty."

"Good. You look good in them," Sae whispers low in your ears. "Just have to lose a bit more. One day you'll fit them just perfectly."

Sae tells you how important it is to have a goal in mind and always focus on the big picture. And that he'll help you. Always.

--

More weeks pass by. You can't sleep at night anymore. Your feet are just always so cold, nothing you wear or do can warm it up at all. And you're so hungry, your sense of smell is so heightened that the air is palpable. The faintest trace of something has your mouth watering. After checking that the man next to you is sleeping soundly, you carefully tip-toe down the hall, avoiding the floorboard spots that will creak. It's a laborious feat when you also have a  sprained ankle.

In the darkness of 3 A.M., you find heaven and bliss. You grab at the frozen foods but pause at the thought of turning on the stove or oven. Sae will wake up. You spot a single ice cream popsicle left in the box. It's from the last time Rin visited. Expired, but it'll do. Sae won't pay attention to it. It won't hurt. You rip off the packaging savoringly the sweetness and cold tingles that seem to bring life back into your body. For the first time, something doesn't taste like chalk. Stay quiet, Sae will wake up. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

Your eyes flick toward the direction of the voice where a dark figure is leaning against the wall. Sae is up. Each step adds to the lump in your throat. The ghostly fridge light illuminates part of him gradually until the displeasure that's written across his face is revealed. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and stream down.

"S-Sae, I'm—I'm so hungry," you sobbed, curling into a ball. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shhh," Sae coos, using his thumb to swipe your tear away. You're still apologizing between each breath when he wipes the edges of your mouth that are smeared with ice cream. "I know, baby, I know. I know it's hard."

Sae never raises his voice at you. He's always so gentle and extra affectionate in moments of your vulnerability. He reaches for the ice cream pop you're gripping in your hand and takes it from your grasp. He licks the melting trail and finishes the treat in a couple of bites. You don't dare to look at the wooden stick that is the reminder of your late-night exploit. You wish you ate a bit faster.

Sae crouches to your level and waves the little stick in front of your face. "You're not a child. Snooping around late at night for things you know you're not supposed to eat? It's bad for you. Sweets have to be earned."

"Yes, I know," you whisper, ashamed, eyes fixated on the square tiled floors.You hear fabric rustling and soon bright light shines in your eyes. You see the latest picture of Rin and his girlfriend at the beach.

"It's tough love, but take a good look at her." Sae scrolls through a couple of their latest photos. "Look how skinny and sexy she is. See that collarbone? You can drink out of that. Now look at you."

His comments shatter you and you begin to sob. He stands up and continues, "If I wanted just any slutty bitch, I would have ten in my arms right now."

You know he is right. Women fawn over him whenever the two of you go out. At events or just on the streets. Even without his reputation as a football icon, Sae is a gorgeous man. 

You don't have anything left after meeting Sae. Your family and friends are left behind. Your schooling and your job are all set aside. If he doesn't want you anymore, what are you even worth? You panic. "I know Sae. I'm sorry, I'll do better. I swear." 

You really mean it, truly. You feel terrible. 

Sae’s voice softens. "You know why I still choose you out of all of the girls?"

You shake your head.

"Look at me."

You don't move.

"Look at me, baby."

He lifts your chin and your eyes fix on him. His teal eyes seem to glow.

"Because you're a good girl," he says firmly. So assured like it's the most obvious truth in the world. "You're a good girl, yes?"

You nod shakily. 

"You have to look good, so I also look good, understand? Say something." 

You nod again, biting back the tears that are trying to spill. But you manage to choke out a quiet 'yes'.

"When I'm good, we're," he gestures at the space between the two of you, "good. So, don't ruin this for us."

He hands you the popsicle stick. "If you make a mistake, you have to fix it. Then you have to learn from it. It's the same thing as football. I know it's hard, but I also know you can do it. Prove me right."

You crawl up to your feet and prepare to make your way to the bathroom. Except Sae stops you. "Do it here. You made your mistake here."

You take a deep breath and open your mouth. You take two fingers and try to reach the back of your throat. It's the first time you try to induce your gag reflex by yourself. Usually, you just throw up on time or Sae helps. You look towards Sae. He motions at the popsicle stick. So, you try again. This time, the birchwood presses on your tongue.

"That's it," he encourages, "keep going."

You feel the lurch. It comes in dry, just a wave of nausea. You stick the stick a bit deeper in your throat. This time the reaction is a bit more visceral. A few violent gurgles later, acidic cream spills out and splatters onto the floor. You hurl a few more times, just pure bile and some unidentifiable remnants of something. Tears blur your vision and the inside of your nostrils burn. 

"Now clean it up and think about what you did wrong."

You scramble up and limp over to kitchen towels to wipe up your mess.

"I...shouldn't have snuck out at night to...eat ice cream," you confess out loud. "I shouldn't have...eaten..."

"Good job," Sae compliments you, taking the soiled towels from you to throw away and handing you a glass of water and a capsule. "Now you'll never forget. Lessons are only useful if you'll get something out of them. I can see the change in you already."

This is the warm Sae that you love. His smile brings so much joy to you, especially when he is smiling because of you. You sip on the water, expertly swallowing the pill, and nod eagerly. "I'll lose more, Sae. I'll look pretty for you."

Sae smiles and pokes your cheeks. "That's my girl. It's for your own good too, you'll look very pretty when you can fit in the dresses I buy for you."

You bury the thoughts about the sharp pain in your chest and dull ache in your ankles. All that matter is Sae and his love for you. You can lose everything and anything but that.

[xglassx]

Yandere! pythor x fem reader

TW:murder abuse violence gaslighting kidnapping forced relation ship

I have never done this before so please don't send hate

Minors don't interact +18

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You had wander away from pyrhor whilst touring the markets of orobours that you had so desperately begged to go out a see. You watched the hassle and bussel of serpentine buying a trading items that varied from lavish jewellery,exotic fruits,rare silks and spices.

The colours and smells filled your noise as your shoes tapped on the sand as you walked by a stand that caught your eye.

A stand that have a silk cover shading it from the sun that sat over on top of a wooden talke lined with cloth that held so many diffrant arays of perfumes and scents with candles. It was very pretty and you walked over to it with a spring in your step and observed everything.

The serpent running the stall that was lwaning up against a post came closer to you and raised and brow. He was a tall teal and dark green serpent with black stripes. He gave you a questioning look before opening his mouth to speak."your not from around here are you?"he asked with a smirk.

You took a step back out of slight fear of how one might react to seeing a human but you shake your head 'no' anyway. He seems to understand you hesitation and laughed and he walked round the table and extend a hand."sorry about that doll the snakes striker". You take his outstretched hand and he brings it to his lips and kisses it.your face flushes red and you let air escape your mouth out of shock as you recoil your hand.

He laughed again and he raises his hands up again in defence."sorry little lady I didn't mean to frighten yah! I just don't get to see any humans around especially not cute ones like you" he gave you a sly wink but before you can give a sarcastic response to put him in his place and firm claw is placed roughly on your shoulder.

You are spun round to see none other then the king of snakes right behind you seeing red with a crazed look in his eyes as he pushes your behind him and he talks to the now upset stall owner."thank you for taking care of her she has a tendency of running off" he said with a condescending tone mostly towards you but laced with venom to the owner.

You knew he was anger with you and you where in for it when you got back to the Palace. Striker smiled but it wasn't a genuine smile but one forced by fear or reflex "its no problem". He could barley f8nish his sentence before pythor grabbed your wrist and tagged you off as you winced un pain and feet dragged trying to keep up.

When you both got back to the Palace you where thrown onto the hard marble floor with a thud and an instant stiging pain to your right forearm. "WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING! I turn my back for 2 minutes and you dissappear! I thought you had finally matured enough to go outside but I guess not!"he strikes me round the cheek and grabs my arms and my start cheek starts to sting and burn.

Tears welled in your eyes as you begged "I am sorry I am sorry! I didn't mean to I got distracted!" He strikes you again but this time harder."I don't care! How stupid are you!" You didn't know how long you cried after he left you on the floor but it was enough for your arm to go a deep purple and the rest of your body to go cold from laying on the floor.

After a while he came back in and lifted you up by your arms and placed you on your feet."I am sorry honey but this is for your own good you know how I get when you run off" you where going to argue your point but seeing the look in his eyes you just nodded slightly.

"I have something to show you" he says with a sadistic look in his eyes as he grabs your arm harshly and pulls toh down the halls until you make it outside where a small crowd has gathered. You step onto the balcony to see striker on a platform with a nonce round his neck.

The second you saw it your cried about screaming but pythor held your arm with more forced nails now digging into your soft flesh. "This Is what happens when you don't listen" he gave a hand single and in slwo motion the platform fell out form underneath him and he stopped moving.

You turned as pythro grabbed your face and forced you to look. "Thid is what happens when you don't listen y/n" teras rain down from your eyes as he grips your face " listen to me next time" you nod "good girl"

[writerr-loverr]

blue.

pairing ; (submissive! yandere!) striker x (dominant! fem!) reader

note ; the song that inspired this fic is "blue" by leann rimes–pls check it out!

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can’t you be blue over me?

you turn your head away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking directly into your eyes. he raises his spare hand, his fingers ghosting across your jawline, stuttering as they do. they begin inching toward your lips, and you pull away from him as much as your restraints allow, the coarseness of the rope digging into your wrists. you gasp, partly from pain but mainly from the discomfort of the closeness between you and him: “don’t touch me.”

“play nice,” he lazily drawls, chuckling as he leans forward. you can feel his breath warming your face as he leans down, hovering near your hairline. hoarsely, he mumbles about how pretty and soft you smell but pulls back, fingertips tapping against his holster. his claws etch faint designs into the bulge of his weapon as he speaks, “i can be mean when i want to be, honey. don’t make me be mean.”

“maybe,” you say, tone wavering, “maybe i like mean.”

three o’clock in the morning, / here am i, / sitting here so lonely, / so lonesome i could cry

narrowing his eyes, he watches your face, his tail whipping behind him with a sharp crack. it continues to fidget as he unsheathes his gun, the glint of his gold tooth competing with how the revolver’s silver barrel gleams underneath the dim light.

“admit you need me,” he says, the severity of his voice getting caught in his throat; instead, a low, garbled whine falls from him, his words lilted with mean desperation. the barrel of his revolver grazes along your face. dragging it upward, striker finally settles on your cheek, pressing it into the fleshiest part before spinning the cylinder. as the cylinder moves, soft, muted clicks sound out, revealing all six chambers are full, the bullets peeking at you from the corner of your eye. he snaps the cylinder back into place with a single, well-practiced motion, the fluidity of which makes you shiver.

with a steady, unblinking stare, his gaze meets yours. “i can do this all night, honey,” he chuckles. “now, say it.”

now that it’s over, / i realize, / those weak words you whispered, / were nothing but lies

“no.”

he stalls. his mouth twitches upward into a smirk, and his shoulders relax as he lowers the gun, slightly; though, he lingers, holding it against your bottom lip, briefly, eyes hungrily watching as the plushness of your skin cushions its barrel. a low, pitchy noise rumbles in striker’s chest at the sight. his pupils tremble, flitting between your mouth and his gun. he shakes his head.

“i’m sick and goddamn tired of you bein’ in my head,” he snarls through gritted teeth. to punctuate his sentence, he twists the barrel of the revolver into the underside of your chin, the motion similar to how someone grinds a cigarette into an ashtray. “the way you sit there, lookin’ at me the way you do–you need me.”

“do i?”

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can’t you be blue over me?

“i know you love me, darlin’,” he quickly says, a thin trail of drool dribbling from his jaw and onto his shirt, “yer just playin’ hard to get.” you snort.

“look at yourself,” you say, disgusted, “you’re pathetic.”

arching your back against the tightness of the rope, you huff, the chair you’re tied to gently wobbling from side to side; still, as you’re struggling, you don’t allow him the opportunity to speak. “i-i bet you’d do anything to touch me.”

“yes.” the word comes out a quiet hiss. you can see how taut his muscles are underneath his jacket, how his fingers loosen and then tighten around the revolver’s handle. his claws are scraping against the metal like he needs proof that it is there–like the gun's weight alone isn’t enough to tether him anymore.

you peer up at him as you wet your lips, a faint metallic taste lingering from where his gun rested. striker’s fangs gnash against the quiet that follows as if he’s desperate to taste your words. “yes what?”

“yes, ma’am.”

why can’t you be blue over me?

[yanpotatowriter]

(Not so) Platonic Yandere Raimon x Endou

Let’s think about how before joining the team Kazemaru already grew fond of Endou due to being childhood friends with him yet never really knowing when to take the leap and close the slight gap between their friendship until Endou came to his side with a giant sign asking him to join the soccer club.   On the outside he remained calm and said that he would think about it but he knew he was going to join, he just needed to find a better moment to say yes so that he could keep a better eye on Endou and get closer to him than he already was. Or we can talk about Someoka who was filled with jealousy once he saw how happy Endou was at the arrival of Gouenji even though he has always been the striker that stood by his side since the beginning, he turned desperate and talked down Gouenji’s actions the moment people started to talk about him claiming that they did not need him because he could do the same and be the ace striker at the same time. [not to mention how that same jealousy caused Someoka to release his inner dragon with a hissatsu, could say that wants to protect his horde like a dragon would :)]

Kageno dislikes feeling invisible or being in the shadow but he doesn’t mind it if it mean that he can keep an eye on Endou without anyone taking notice off of it, it also causes him to be one of the first to notice whenever something is wrong with Endou because he learned all of his tell tale signs by watching him. We could also talk about Handa and how he uses the fact that he is average in everything to his advantage when it comes to keeping an eye out for Endou and helping him when needed, seeing as a jack of all trades can come into handy when the situation requires a basic skill that no one ever thought they needed to know, yet Handa always has knowledge to help them out in the average crisis scenario and he often reads to make sure that he keeps that leverage over the others due to the compliments he gets from Endou when he has helped him out (again). But what about Matsuno who finally found a sports club that could keep his interest due to how entertaining the captain was, okay maybe after a while Matsuno found enjoyment in the sport itself but he never hesitate to call out how exited his captain is for certain things/matches even if he thinks it is unwarranted.  That being said, no matter how bored or disinterested he acts, you can always guarantee that whenever Endou is near he has Matsuno’s complete attention, for better or for worse. Before Kidou joins Raimon he already started to become obsessed with Endou due to their first match together, unable to get the male out of his head due to his detrimental tenacity and unwillingness to give up.  No matter how much he wanted the other male to just give in and admit that he lost he never did, which kept Kidou’s attention on him. It only grew as he kept observing Raimons matches, wanting them to win so that he could go against the goalkeeper again and see how they would fare in an equal soccer match, now that Raimon has gotten more stronger. Once in the soccer team, Kidou is highly aware of how protective the others are of their captain, not that he doesn’t agree with them seeing as he feels the same way, but a part of him does wonder how much of it Endou actually notices and how much just flies over his head. Gouenji wanted nothing to do with Endou, even when his chest felt heavy while he walked away from the male not wanting to join the soccer team due to his promise made to his little sister yet also feeling mixed for wanting to play with the passionate male again. When he joined the soccer team, he had to get used to Someoka's attitude for a little bit before the male accepted him as part of the team and while it didn’t bother him when he didn’t have his acceptance (Because Endou accepted him and that was enough for him), he realized pretty quickly that Someoka and him kept each other in balance when it came to their feelings about Endou.  When Someoka became too jealous of their captain hanging out or praising others, Gouenji would be there to calm him down and remind him that he had been around Endou that most of the others. And when Gouenji feels like hurting others for upsetting Endou or being rude about the male behind their backs Someoka reigns him back in reminding the male that although he wished they could get away with violence they can’t and Endou would not appreciate their ace striker not being able to play due to being suspended. 

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Let me know if you guys want me to continue this

[theyanderespecialist]

Striker's Moxxie Girl (Headcanons) Yandere Striker X Female Moxxie Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter, this one was requested from Tumblr. It is Yandere Striker with Reader who is in the place of a female Moxxie. The Headcanons for it! I hope that you all enjoy it, also at the time of posting this! I hope you all have a great holiday! 

(Disclaimer: Reader is taking the place of Moxxie and is Female so she/her pronouns. Striker is not yandere for any Moxxie in canon and is not yandere in general. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for and Shipping characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

Thanks!] 

-Yandere Headcanons With Striker X Female Moxxie Reader- 

.Striker at first was taken back by the wee little lady you were. 

.He wanted to say you were vermin, but man were you a cute as can be vermin. 

.He fell for you right away and wanted to show off to you how strong he could be. 

.Though it came off as him being an asshole. 

.He hates your wife, Millie, she is NOT good enough for you, and he wants to kill her. 

.When he first choked you it turn him on, you were just so damn little and he could crush you, the power he had over you made him want to fuck right then and there. 

.Of course, that whore Millie had to get in the way. 

.He was not going to kill you because he planned to come back for you. 

.When you went up against him he was angry you were rejecting him and he swore he would have you. 

.Mark his words, he would have his darling little lady. 

.Later when he meets you again this time he is going to kill Mildred or try to. 

.He is pissed at himself that he missed. 

.He is even more pissed that he had to run away without you his darling future wife. 

.But he will not stop he will make you his wife and have you. It is just a matter of time. 

.Striker is the type of yandere that starts as confident, calm, cool, and collected. 

.He knows that he is the best choice for you and that you and he would be an unstoppable husband and wife duo. 

Of course, you are being a VERU disobedient future wife, so when he does get you. 

.He is going to have to break you like a horse and build you back up into the perfect wife and partner in crime. 

.Although each time he loses you he becomes more and more unhinged and unstable. 

.He is only a few loses away from snapping, breaking into your home, killing your wife, and fucking you next to her corpse. (Let's hope it does not come to that...) 

.He would be the yandere to snap very much so. 

.He will kill anyone who gets in his way. 

.When he does confess to you, it will most likely be when you are kidnapped. 

.He most likely will make you go into Stockholm syndrome. 

.Possibly even putting a baby in you. To keep you in line and under his thumb. 

.He would love to kill with you, but the idea of you being a housewife and doing as told is a nice thought to him too. 

.It could go either way with you being his partner or staying home as a housewife. 

.He is the type of yandere that KNOWS he is the best and knows EVERYONE Else is not good enough for you. 

.So if you were to lower your standards and let yourself be with others he would have to punish you. 

.You are the ONLY One good enough for him, so that makes you his and his alone. 

.He is also a very controlling and demanding yandere. 

.As well as very possessive in the way he feels like he owns you, and that you have to do what he says when he says. 

.He also may or may not be a bit sexist. 

.The one thing for sure, you are his darling and you do not get a choice. 

"Come here, Darling, y` better be a good girl, or I have to punish ya~" -Stirker

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got another one done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! BYE!!!]