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[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Tier Harribel The 3rd Espada Headcanons: Her Heart Is Loyal

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[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! Another Bleach request, and yes another mommy~ Tier Harribel! I hope that you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Tier Harribel is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yandere is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.)

[Again I hope you all enjoy!]

-Base Yandere Heacanon With Tier Harribel The Third Espada-

.Tier is a calm and collected woman.

.She also believes in loyalty.

.She is one to care about her underlines.

.So much she lashes out when she feels them fading.

.She cares for those she has in her life.

.With you that does not change.

.She cares about you the most.

.She is the type of yandere that is loyal to the end.

.And she is the protective type.

.Putting her life on the line to keep you safe.

.Refusing to let you be harmed.

.She would even betray Aizen if he tried to harm you.

.Your life matters to her that much more.

.Though once someone does try and harm you or take you from her.

.She reacts with rage!

.No one should ever put their hands on you!

.She is a soft and kind yandere.

.Though she also is very affectionate to you in private.

.She can be found stroking your hair or patting your head.

.She deals with rivals by putting them in their place and is not afraid to kill them if it comes down to it.

.She would prefer you to come with her willingly.

.Is very unlikely to come and kidnap you.

.She much rather court you.

.She eventually becomes the new ruler of Hucho Mundo.

.So in other ways she could be considered a queen.

.Which means you will eventually be her majesty and co-ruler.

.She is patient and can watch you for months or years.

.She will do what it takes to have you.

.Vowing to prove herself to you and to show you that she will be everything you need.

.Though her yandere side is still there and if she has to she will eliminate rivals if it had to come to that.

.She confesses to you after the battle of Karakura.

.There she tells you how she feels not as an enemy but as a woman who bears her heart and soul to you.

.If you turn her down she understands but she would not give up, she will still court you she is persistent yandere.

.If you say yes, she will allow you to live both in the world of the living and Hucho Mundo.

.She is nothing but patient.

.She will be your knight and you her ruler!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy!]

[itsabouttimex2]

What Characters scruffs the reader

Yandere Scruff Chart

(I can elaborate on any characters in the comments if anyone wants)

[devildom-moss]

April poll story

NSFW - Leviathan (yandere + degradation)

(Leviathan x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slightly sub!Leviathan / dom!MC) (mutual masturbation; degradation for Levi; underwear stealing; pillow humping; no penetration; voyeurism; exhibitionism; olfactophilia; slight dacryphilia; jealous/possessive; slightly cruel MC) (yandere!Levi - but kinda light on the yandere)

Word Count: +2,600

Leviathan’s social battery had lucked out; he didn’t have any in-person classes to attend. He had some coursework to do online, but Levi had diligently completed it the night before in anticipation of getting to indulge in one of his favorite pastimes when he had the house to himself. And he was certainly in need of indulging himself today.

Usually, Levi was happy to not have to go to school, but the image of you walking to school with Asmo and Belphegor clinging to your arms while Mammon whined about it from close behind burned in his mind. Levi slammed the door shut behind him, seething with jealousy, as you all disappeared down the road.

Maybe his fantasies were too strong. Maybe it was all in his head, but it felt like you were supposed to belong to him – to be all his. No one else should touch you but him. He considered himself a gross shut-in, sure, but that only fed into his fantasies. Maybe he was so disgusting that his touch alone could taint you so that no one else would ever want you. Then, you’d have no choices left. You’d have to be his and his alone.

As the jealousy raged, Levi grew increasingly pent up. He quickly snuck into your room and located your hamper of dirty clothes. Right where it usually is, thank goodness. It was an awful habit of his: sneaking into your bedroom when no one was home and stealing a pair of your dirty underwear. He would always return them to the hamper after he was done with them – often slightly cleaner than when he had taken them – before you would do your laundry, so he had never been caught. Sometimes, when Levi wanted to get carried away, he would sink to his knees at your bedside and sniff your sheets, imagining all the things you might get up to in the middle of the night. Did you touch yourself often? Did you think about him at all when you did? Would you hate it if you knew how much he wanted you to use him to get yourself off? Other times, he would touch your personal items: innocent caresses over your pillows, holding your favorite shirt in his hands, tracing over the spine of the book you were reading last week. When he was feeling especially depraved, he might run his tongue along your toothbrush or grind his hips against your bath towel.

But today, he had only invaded your privacy to steal your underwear. I need this, he growled under his breath as he escaped to his room – too eager to even shut his door behind him. No one was going to be home for hours. Who was going to care?

Leviathan grabbed his body pillow and slipped your underwear onto them before tossing the pillow to the floor. The curve of his pillow was nothing compared to your body, but it would have to do. He sunk to the floor, hovering just over your underwear at the base of his pillow. A low growl left his lips as he picked up your scent. He couldn’t contain himself anymore.

Levi’s long tongue lolled out of his mouth and licked a slow, wet stripe along the crotch of your underwear as if he was trying to taste you. His tongue slipped beneath the fabric, licking and searching for any morsel of you he could get. Saliva coated the crotch on both sides, and Levi had spent nearly an hour and a half just licking and smelling your used underwear before he finally sat up. His jaw was starting to ache and the scent of you mixed with his saliva was intoxicating. He wanted – needed – more.

A stupid grin was plastered on Levi’s face as he bent back over, pressing his cheek to your underwear, and quickly slid his pants down just enough to expose his own underwear. He was hard and aching, with a prominent damp stain.

“Look. Look at what you’re doing to me, MC,” Levi whined against your underwear before placing a kiss over the fabric. He sat up and inched closer until he could rub his clothed cock over your underwear. It was almost as if he was dry humping you – or at least that was what he wanted to imagine. Each thrust of his hips was slow, deliberate, and needy.

Leviathan wasn’t known for his physical stamina, and yet, when he imagined fucking you, he could keep going – anything to savor the fantasy he had spend countless hours building up in his head. He could have easily dry humped that pillow for another half an hour, thinking about all the noises you might make if he was humping you instead. But his desperation was growing, especially as he imagined you enjoying your day without him. He needed to feel like he was claiming you even more, or he was sure he’d go mad with envy. So, he stopped – just long enough to discard his pants and underwear in the general direction of his gaming chair. Levi stared down at your underwear below him, admiring the way his saliva and the precum had managed to make a mess of them. He slid his cock beneath the fabric and started to thrust again.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, over and over as his thrusts picked up pace. He growled and moaned, rolling his head back. “I fucking own you.”

Unfortunately for Leviathan, his leisurely fantasizing was not going to go uninterrupted. You had been dismissed from school early – after your art professor had to cancel classes because “some cheeky bird-man had hell to pay.” Within minutes of the class beginning, every art supply in the room came flying at the professor. He had managed to dodge everything except for an old jar of dirty paint water that someone from a previous class had forgotten to dump out earlier. He was fuming and in desperate need of a change of clothes and an opportunity for revenge, so your class was cut short.

With little else to do at school, you returned home before the others and decided to head upstairs to shower – only to be stopped short at the top of the staircase by strange noises. It took a second to realize it was Levi. He was moaning, and you could hear creaking.

As you approached, you noticed that his door was open ajar. Against your better judgment, you peeked in through the crack to watch. His pillow was on the floor, and Levi was bucking his hips against it furiously, sweat dripping down his chest and the back of his neck. His movements were erratic – a sign of his desperation. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“So fucking good. You’re so tight for me. Take it. Take me inside of you, please. Please? Let me cum inside. Let me mark you. I’ll be yours forever. Fuck, MC, please?” Levi moaned.

You gasped at the sound of your name leaving his lips, and it was just enough to startle Levi and ruin his orgasm. He jumped up and covered himself with a nearby blanket. Only then were you able to see the underwear – your underwear, wrapped around his pillow and covered in pre-cum. Levi curled up on the floor, whimpering and hiding his face. This was it. Surely you were going to hate him now.

With a cruelly slow gait, you walked over to him, bent down, and whispered in his ear, “you fucking perverted creep. Were you thinking about cumming inside me? You’re sick.”

“Don’t hate me, please!” Tears pricked the corners of Levi’s eyes as a shiver ran up his spine. He looked up at you, fearful and desperate. Like an animal backed into a corner, he sprang into action, rushing up and slithering around you. He stood between you and the door, shutting and locking it behind him. “P-please hear me out. Listen. I – I’m so sorry. I just got jealous after seeing you with the others this morning. I won’t do it again.”

You had no reason to believe him – which would have been for the best, as he was lying. Still, something about the fear and desire in his eyes was getting to you, and it only made you meaner. You tilted your head and asked, “How many times have you stolen my underwear?”

“What?”

“You heard me: how many times have you done this?”

“I – MC, I . . .” Levi started, wondering if he could bring himself to lie again. A threat of hatred loomed in the air – so terrifying that it forced him towards honesty. He muttered, ashamed, “too many to count.”

“Dirty fucking slut,” you scoffed. “You disgusting shut-in, you can’t even tell me you want to fuck me? You just sneak around – slithering behind my back, stealing my things, and humping your pillow like a bitch in heat? You’re pathetic – lower than any snake in the deepest pits of hell.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leviathan whimpered in a tone aimed to prove your accusation that he was pathetic. He couldn’t even look at you. Instead, he stared down at your stained underwear. As ashamed as he was, he couldn’t help but get excited at how you degraded him. The fear and arousal stirred in his bloodstream, only to be overcome by his intense jealousy – a desperate need to cling to the idea of making you his. “I, uhm – I understand if you hate me, but please. I can’t let you leave until you forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” you laughed – cruel and mocking.

“Yes. I need you to forgive me.” You could see the shame tinting his cheeks a bright pink.

“Who said I was mad?” you laughed again – this time playful and sweet.

Leviathan’s eyes widened – shocked at your forgiving nature. He always knew you were an angel. Tears welled at the corner of his eyes again, and you took a second to admire how pretty he looked, crying and relieved to not be despised by you. Then, you grabbed another pillow from Levi’s tub and tossed it on the floor in front of the body pillow. Levi’s brows knit together in confusion, trying to understand what was happening as you stripped down to your underwear and straddled the pillow.

“Wh-what are you . . .?” He watched on cautiously.

“This is as close as you’re going to get to fucking me today, you sick little pervert. So, go back to what you were doing before.” You glanced between him and the body pillow. He hesitated. “Now, you disgusting creep.”

Levi nodded enthusiastically and quickly joined you on the floor. His movements were slow and nervous; you could tell that he was anxious to have you watch him. Even as he twitched in pleasure and leaked all over your used underwear, he was filled with inhibition. Instead of admitting that he looked adorable, shyly humping his pillow and trying not to stare at you, you aimed to embarrass him even more.

“Tell me what you thought about while you were using my underwear to get off,” you demanded, still rocking your hips into his other pillow.

“Why?” he squeaked out, humiliated. There was no way he could admit anything so embarrassing.

“Because I said so. What? Afraid I’ll find out what a sick, depraved slut you really are?”

Levi’s face flushed pink up to his ears as he mentally conceded. The words fell from him in excited whimpers, “I was – I think about making you mine – just mine. And – and that I could trap you in my room for days, fucking you, letting you use my useless cock for your pleasure until – until I’ve stained you. I-I don’t want anyone else to touch you. Every realm. I want them all to be repulsed by you so that you only have me. Just be mine. Be a shut-in with me forever.”

It was so easy to tell that Leviathan had read and written so many fanfics over the years. He had a mixture of desperation and yearning – as if it was the only thing sustaining his desires. Between his embarrassment and the feeling of grinding on his pillow, even you were starting to make a mess.

“What else did you imagine? Surely that’s not the only thing that horny, needy little head imagined, is it?” You encouraged him.

“No. I – I imagined what it must feel like to be inside you. I licked up your underwear, craving you, thinking about how good my tongue could make you feel. I like to smell it, imagining how hot your skin feels when you get aroused and – and what it would taste like. Please, I-I thought about uhm, kissing your ass and thighs until – ‘til you’re all marked up and staining all your clothes with my cum and not having to wash it out.”

You were getting close, and the submissive little moans that peppered Levi’s confessions only brought you closer. Somehow, Levi could sense it, and it made him jealous of his pillow.

“It’s not fair,” he whined. “Fucking my pillow right in front of me. I-I know I’m useless, but fuck. It makes me so mad and jealous, knowing you’d rather hump a pillow than let me fuck you or use my mouth to please you. Am I really that pathetic?”

“Yes,” you groaned, picking up your pace – half in response to his question and half in response to chasing your orgasm. The sad little whimper that left Levi as he arched his back and pumped his cum all over his pillow and your underwear pushed you over the edge. You continued to grind your hips through your orgasm before coming to a stop.

You were both left panting. After a few seconds, you gathered the strength to stand up. You got completely naked before grabbing your uniform and draping it over your arm. Levi watched you, eyes still glazed over with lust, but cautious, nonetheless.

“Well, I need to shower. Can I leave now?” You glanced over at the locked door, wondering if Levi was actually such a creep that he intended to keep you locked in his room.

“Y-yes. Sorry!” Levi scrambled up to unlock the door for you, stumbling through his first few steps. “Thank you. I’m sorry. Thank you!”

You laughed as Levi stood at the door, holding it open for you, naked and embarrassed, but polite all the same. He looked strangely refreshed in his humiliation, so you decided to push him further. “And just in case I’m wrong about how horny and disgusting you are, don’t wash those pillows tonight. You deserve to sleep with a pillow as dirty as you are.”

Levi’s blush deepened and he tried to hide the smile threatening to form on his lips. “Y-yes, MC. Th-thank you.”

“You fucking pervert.” You handed him your newly soiled underwear on your way out the door. Levi was too stunned to speak as you walked off into the bathroom. Tears formed in his eyes again as he shut the door behind him and brought the new underwear up to his nose. MC came in these. I bet I could taste it. Levi kissed and licked over the wet spot you had left, cleaning it with his mouth. He was already hard again.

But, as if you could read him like a cliché +18 manga, Levi’s phone buzzed. You had sent him a message.

MC: Don’t you dare start touching yourself again. Be good and stay hard all night, and maybe I’ll let you touch me in the morning.

Anticipation grew in Leviathan. He was almost jealous of tomorrow’s version of himself – the one who might get the opportunity to finally fuck you.

tag request: @denpa-dere

A/N: Sorry. It's a little late, but I hope you all will like it. I don't really know how I feel about it, so comments would be nice. I'm sorry I've been gone most of the month. I'll keep trying, but I don't know. I feel like I got my summer depression a little too early this year? Who knows. I'm trying not to force it too much.

That said, I did put up a poll for May. I love Asmo, so hopefully that helps a little. I'm not really sure.

[codemiracle]

Speaking of dads,,, how would they all be as dads? I feel like Dr. Kurosaki would be a really good dad personally but I may be biased because I love him lol

Yuuta: GOOD DAD! He's pretty good at taking care of people and i think he might be the best candidate for the best dad of all of them (if he gets better mentally and finally goes to the fucking psychologist) Tatsuya: ...not good. He has so many daddy issues he can write at least five hundred fanfics with dilf characters on them. He wouldn't be a good father bc he's too afraid to be one. Yotsuya: NOT. NOT A GOOD FATHER AT ALL. He would be really overwhelming and controlling, he wants the best for his kid, don't get me wrong, but he would be the type to just burden their children with so many responsibilities. (bc he grew up like that too) Dr. Kurosaki: Finally a good one again. He's good with children already, the children at the hospital adore him and he has the attitude of a father already. Dr. Kurosaki it's just too sweet and caring, he'll be perfect!

Seth: No. He would totally feed his children battery acid or use them for some weird shit to learn human growth. He's a computer, "being fatherly" isn't in his program.

[kadenha]

hey chat lookat my tierlist

ok let me yap alittle

the reason why budo is at like. the please die tier is because I sometimes get annoyed when people say. he's better than taro when there's like other students who's better than budo 😭😭😭😭😭😭 personally, budo isn't allat!!! he's just an averagelooking guy

info chan is already obvious I don't need to explain (same thing for mida)

idk borupen isnkinda ugly HELP I just added him in that tier for shitsand giggles I don't actually hate him I'm neutral with him

for the ily pleasedont die tier, WHAT Y'ALL KNOW ABOUT THE SCIENCE CLUB!!!!!! ilove the scienceclun somuch gang please I think about them everyday all day. they're literally so unique please

I actually don't like horo that much though.... I actually hate him a little due to his secret holograms.....

beshi and kiba are both so pretty they remind me of two characters (book bfdi and sigma bsd ) they're so silly!!!!

ok byebye I just wanted to yap alittle

[t3acupz]

matthew and randall being obsessive about each other but in completely different ways. matthew stalks randall, knows everything about him, has all his passwords memorized. randall is mostly aloof until someone gets too close to matthew then he’ll bite their head off.

[gifti3]

i think a good yandere needs to at least be a little pathetic

[popawritter12]

I was just thinking about, "How kind would Yandere! League champions be when they have their loved one kidnapped?" And I got this list jjhjhasjdahsj

[aburned-outgiftedkid]

@mellsfern I know most people don't agree but I am honest with my type thanks for the template

[kuunibal]

"I swear my life to you... No matter the consequence. Nothing else matters as long as we have each other..."

— RafScrap, Smoke and Mirrors

[theyanderespecialist]

Everyone Wants Adult/Aged-Up Female Ichigo! (Bleach) Vote 2: Espadas (Some of my fav!)

I have already done Grimmjow

[itsabouttimex2]

LMK Tier Lists

(Decided to drop these on Tumblr, given how long I’ve had them on Reddit.)

“Why did you bite that person?”

“Would you ever commit a crime?”

What would they call their child?

“How can I make a friend?”

What part of the family are they?

[devildom-moss]

Hmmm I'm kinda curious maybe some Yandere Mephisto? (either headcanons or whatever works for you) I'm interested to see how you'd write it. Thank you and hope ur having a good day!

Super late on this, but I hope you'll still enjoy it, anon! I went with some headcanons - sfw and nsfw are clearly separated. Thank you for the request and I hope you have a good day, too.

yandere!Mephisto headcanons

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(18+, dark themes for SFW and NSFW, NSFW)

(NSFW and other tags: yandere and general creepiness, mentions of: possessiveness, harm and cruelty to others - not MC, stalking and tracking, stealing clothes, recording without consent, marking, dubcon and implied potential noncon - only in the nsfw hypnosis section, hypnosis and magic, collaring, bondage, exhibitionism)

He likes to stalk gather information about you when he has time to spare. He’ll sometimes make a whole weekend out of it if he can – which can be awkward when someone asks him to do them a favor or spend time with them. Unless it’s Lord Diavolo (or MC, of course), he’ll just say he already made plans.

Mephisto keeps a notebook with facts about you (your favorite foods, flowers, where you spend days off, where you go to calm down, who you spend the most time with – he’s got more than a few pages). At least the man is smart enough to password seal his notebook with magic.  

He invites you over for Demonus tastings and asks for your opinions – he even asks you to take notes. It’s not even scratch paper notes – he’s got sturdy cardstock prepared with sections for appearance, aroma, taste, body, finish, etc. If you have no clue what you’re doing, he gets immense pleasure in teaching you. Surprisingly, he’s not too critical of your ability to take good notes; he adores the fact that you’re willing to do this with him – even if it does seem a bit pretentious. Mephisto will photocopy your notes and put one copy in his notebook about his demonus collection alongside his own notes and keep the original in his room. More on this in the NSFW section.

He will give you jewelry – but only pieces that he thinks you will love and wear often. For special occasions, he might even get something custom made. When you wear it, he feels like he’s claiming you. You’re wearing his gift. Unfortunately, he gets angry when you don’t wear one of his gifts – but he tries not to show you that side because he doesn’t want you to think he’s being irrational. Classmates, other members of the newspaper club, and any lesser demon who crosses his path the wrong way will face his wrath instead. He might bring it up casually to you, though. “Oh, MC, that necklace I got you would look great with your uniform, don’t you think?”

His favorite thing to gift to you are shoes. He loves the idea of you slipping something he gave you onto your precious feet. It’s like he’s taking every step with you. Mephisto will insist that you change shoes immediately when he gifts them, and he will often ask to put them on for you. His touch is so gentle and tender when he drops to one knee and slips the shoes onto your feet. He takes pride in securing the buckles comfortably around you or tying the perfect bow. Only once he’s done will he look up at you with an affectionate, “gorgeous.”  

Sure, he may have been rude to you when you first met (and let’s face it, he still is on occasion after he realizes he wants you), but he will find any demon who is rude to you and hurt them – depending on the severity of their actions. If lesser demons touch you, he will personally kill them. A man of his means has ways of washing his hands clean of any dirt that dares to lay an undeserving hand upon you. He might be crueler if he thinks you were nice to that demon (for example, if a demon bumps into you and drops their papers, and you help them pick everything up). No one deserves to touch you except him – and maybe Lord Diavolo. He makes an exception for those you might miss – anyone from Lucifer to one of the little D.s – even though he’d rather destroy anyone that gets between you and him.

You run into him (possibly a little too often) on outings – especially if you’re alone. It’s not enough to draw serious suspicion or to expect it any time you’re out and about, though. He knows just where to draw the line. Plus, he has things to do; he can’t stalk you and find you every time you’re alone. Mephisto doesn’t want you wandering the Devildom by yourself. He just feels more relaxed when he can watch over you, and getting to spend time alone with you is a bonus. Still, just in case he can’t be there, he tracks your D.D.D. constantly (and he put a few tracking spells on some of your most worn accessories and clothes).

He’ll try to be chill when he “runs into you” – unless he finds you with Lucifer or Diavolo. That gets on his nerves more than the others. He wouldn’t be happy to find you on a date with anyone else, but seeing you with Lucifer makes him hostile, and seeing you with Diavolo can make him passive aggressive. He often mentions how rare it is that Diavolo has a spare moment to spend with you. “You aren’t avoiding any work are you, My Lord? What would Barbatos say about that?” If he sees an opportunity to steal you away, he will. If he can do so without getting caught or in trouble, he’ll sabotage your date. It rubs him the wrong way when someone else shows you a good time, even though he wants you to be happy.

He records conversations with you to play back later. Sometimes he “forgets” to hit stop after an interview with you and your entire off the record conversation stays on his D.D.D. Oops. Other times, he just “accidentally” hit record when he sat down or something. How unusual.

If you’ve been testing him a lot (by being social), he’ll invite you over and take you into his room. He wants your scent everywhere. Nap in his bed, borrow his shirt, use his shower – just exist where he does for a minute. He loves and hates bringing you into his room because he knows he’ll have to let you leave at some point. Someone would come looking for you if he kept you there. As much as it breaks his heart, you’d probably want to leave after a while, too.

If you want tattoos, he asks if he can help you pick a design for your next tattoo. I don’t think he has the skill to tattoo you himself, so he would stomach someone else touching you if that means he would get to be a part of something permanent on your body. He wants you to think of him every time you look at yourself.

When he has you all to himself and you’re on much friendlier terms, he will ask if you’d like to try hypnosis or guided meditation with him, especially if you seem stressed or sad. He pitches it like it’s an opportunity to just relax and let go. All you have to do is trust him. If you agree, Mephisto uses magic and does his best to make it a soothing experience for you. He wants you to come to him whenever you need to relax or want comfort. It isn’t until after he’s wormed his way into that pretty little head of yours that he pushes the boundaries – asking you to desire him more than anyone, telling you to kiss him, demanding that you pull away from the others. More on this in the NSFW section.

NSFW

Remember those notes about Demonus that Mephisto keeps in his room? He’ll pour a glass of one of the bottles you shared and find the corresponding notes. He absolutely would masturbate to your handwriting and cum on the paper – probably moaning your name the entire time. Mephisto likes to imagine you drinking with him and taking advantage of his inebriated state. The thought that you could want him so much that you’d touch him when he was in no position to refuse you turns him on so much (not that he would ever refuse you). Despite that recurring fantasy, he rarely gets drunk around you because he’s terrified of making a fool of himself in your presence – especially since you’d be unaffected by the Demonus. After he’s ruined your handwriting sample, he’ll burn the incriminating evidence. It’s become a strange ritual for him, and he can’t seem to go a month without it. He may get extremely pushy about you coming over to try new bottles with him if he starts to run low on his MC handwriting sample supply.

Don’t let this man over and leave him unattended. He will use your brief neglect as an excuse to rummage through your laundry. Isn’t it lucky for him that underwear and socks are such easy garments to steal? He doesn’t really care whether they’re clean or dirty as long as you’ve already worn them before (and ideally if they smell like you). If you get the clothes back (not guaranteed), he will sneak them back after reluctantly washing them, but they definitely had his cum all over them at some point. He’s more likely to give clothes back if he bought them for you. Expect gifts of cute socks and if you’re already having sex with him, he’ll buy you underwear, too. Just don’t be too shocked if they go missing.

Speaking of not leaving him unattended, during those trips where everyone leaves, if you don’t invite him, he takes that as an invitation to break and enter sneak into your room. Mephisto – pent up with jealousy and need – will climb into your bed and touch himself. His mind gets fuzzy as he imagines you laying in bed with him. He moans loudly; he’s moaning for you, after all. He’s usually pretty careful not to make a mess when he does this. Mephisto doesn’t want to get caught, and he knows that if he leaves a mess in your sheets, he won��t want to clean it. The temptation to make you sleep in his cum is too strong, and it would make him feel better about not getting invited, so he avoids making a mess altogether. He might take something while he’s there, though. You deserve a punishment for leaving him alone, don’t you?

Did you really think hypnosis would stop at something as simple as a kiss? He is a demon, after all. He’d rather use hypnosis to enhance the experience of sex with you by calming your nerves, increasing your sensitivity, or overwhelming you with pleasure, but if he has to use it to get what he wants, he will. He wants you so much that he’ll resort to using magic. It’s a last resort, though, and he really wants you to want him on your own. There’s only so much a demon can take.

The next few are more of an established relationship yandere headcanon, but once he gets you in his bed, it takes every ounce of restraint he has to not keep you there. He wants to chain you to his bed (but rope works too) and tend to your every desire. If you let him, he’ll make you cum so much and so hard that you lose track of time. He’ll keep you there for multiple days, pleasuring you until you can’t think of anyone else but him. (He’ll let you go to eat, go to the bathroom, etc.) If your phone doesn’t get charged and no one can get ahold of you for a day or two, it’s not that big of a deal, right?

Mephisto will mark you up – biting and leaving hickeys all over your body. He wants others to see.

He will try to collar you – he’d even let you pick the style of collar that you want. If he can get you to wear it outside of the bedroom (although, if you’re already having sex, that is not contained to a bedroom), that’s even better. He wants to show off that he owns you. You belong to him. He’ll wear a collar for you, too, though. This man wants to be owned just as much as he wants to own you.

[kadenha]

ok I updated my tierlisry

is this a w or an L!

ihate love horo..

umeji is kinda getting annoying honestly................

[blushblush-readerinsertsnthings]

OMGGGGG I just bought and checked out the deluxe date for Volks and I freaking LOVE IT!!!

I need to get back on here and do some stuff omg

I hope they eventually do deluxe dates for all the bois...

I need my yandere fix with best boi Cole 😍😍😍

[little-miss-s-unshine]

Music I think Yansim students would listen to