#yandere tsukiyama x reader

[fairy-writes]

fairy's fics for gaza

hello everyone! i'm not sure anyone would even be interested or care about this but i'm OPENING REQUESTS for @ficsforgaza !! by tossing my hat into the ring, i hope to help raise money and interest for this cause!

keep in mind i'll maybe close my requests if i get overwhelmed or can't fulfill a request. i am setting the donation limit for $5 for 500 words. ofc this is subject to change (e.g. you want a shorter or longer request)

how this works!

you (the reader): send me A DIRECT MESSAGE (not an ask pls, those are reserved for regular requests) asking for a request. i will start working on your request once you've provided proof to me (with any personal info removed) of your donation to a VETTED FUNDRAISER. DO NOT SEND ME THE MONEY

me (the writer): once i have vetted the fundraiser (there is a list to choose from HERE), i will begin work on your request. keep in mind i have other projects to get done (e.g. original stories, other requests still in my inbox, etc.) so it won't be published right away.

LIST OF FANDOMS/PEOPLE I'LL WRITE FOR (these are all x reader):

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

GENERAL RULES

i write specifically SFW. no NSFW or dark content here folks. though there are plenty of participating authors who write either dark content or NSFW!

all writing is gender neutral but can be customized to a female!reader

absolutely no exclusionists welcome. that includes anyone who is or condones racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, aphobia, ableism, islamophobia, antisemitism, or anything similar.

things that WON'T be written: nsfw/smut/spice (implied or otherwise), abusive relationships, yandere, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, mental disorders, incest, character x character, character x oc

if you have any further questions please let me know!! i've never done something like this and it's very probable i've left something unclear lol.

feel free to check out the BLOG for more information! they also have a FAQ here!

[theepisceswriter]

WELCOME TO CLUB RENAISSANCE !

(Aka Stallion's return event)

ＣＵＮＴ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＭＩＮＩＥ ＷＨＡＴ， ＰＯＷ ！

OMGGGG, lovies I am SAUR excited to be back and share my creativity and world with you all and build off of the equally amazing ideas you have as supporters of my work. As an artist, having the inspiration and drive to write after not having ANY for so long means the world to me! So come help me spew out more content for yall!! And what better way to do it than a Beyonce themed event?

MASTERLIST (TBA once requests start rolling in)

HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK

♡ Underneath the readmore tag there is an assortment of characters, tropes/situations (both sfw and nsfw), and even reader specifics to choose from annnnddd even wildcard options for you if there's anything I left out!

♡ You’ll choose a Drink (character), Beyonce Song (situations/tropes), and your favorite Yonce (reader specific).

♡ The characters listed are not the only ones available, all characters from the fandoms I have listed on my page are available! The ones listed are just the ones I get requests for the most or ones I’ve been having brainrots for lately 

♡ You can send in all sorts of combinations and be as vague or descriptive as you want to be. You can list multiple characters, multiple situations, etc, etc.

♡ For example: "Can I have a Long Island Iced tea, Cuff It & Energy, with Femyonce?", "Can I request Zeke Jaeger with the fwb trope and nb!Reader?" and even, "Can I have One night stand trope with Gojo after he comes home after being locked away for so long?" Whatever you want baby I got you!

♡ Enjoy grandma's babies !!!

♡ CMON AND GRAB YOU A DRINK BABY ! (Characters) ♡

Long Island: Reiner Braun

Margarita: Toji Fushiguro

Martini: Gojo Satoru

Old Fashion: Nanami Kento

Mimosa: Jotaro Kujo

Cosmopolitan: Dio Brando

Bloody Mary: Geto Suguru

Whiskey Sour: Jean Kirchstein

White Russain: Eren Jaeger

Daiquiri: Zeke Jaeger

Negroni: Gutts

Gin Fizz: Shigure Sohma

Manhattan: Levi Ackerman

Mojito: Erwin Smith

Lemon Drop: Shuu Tsukiyama

Sangria: Benimaru

Screwdriver: Leonard Burns

Mai Tai: Character of your choice!

♡ CHOOSE A JAM TO BOOGIE TO! (Scenarios/Tropes)♡

♡ CENSORED (SFW) ♡

ALL UP IN YOUR MIND: Yandere

KITTY KAT: Sidechick-type beat

NO ANGEL: Troubled!Reader

PRAY YOU CATCH ME: Cheating

JEALOUS: Jealousy

ALL NIGHT: Domestic themes (marriage, children, etc)

SORRY: Reconciling

ON THE RUN: Criminal!Reader x Criminal!Character

HEAVEN: Death

LOVE ON TOP: Fluff

MINES: Any trope to lovers

BEST THING I NEVER HAD: AU (coffee shop, modern, organized crime, etc, etc)

LOVE DROUGHT: Angst

HELLO: First date

BREAK MY SOUL: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ UNCENSORED (NSFW) ♡

COZY: Cockwarming

ALIEN SUPERSTAR: Monsterfucking

CUFF IT: Overstimulation

CHURCH GIRL: Religion kink

PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA: Aftercare (can be sfw)

VIRGOS GROOVE: Friends with benefits

MOVE: Dominatrix

THIIQUE: Body worship (can be sfw)

PURE/HONEY: Onlyfans!Reader

SUMMER RENAISSANCE: One-Night Stand

VIDEO PHONE: Phone sex

IF I WERE A BOY: Pegging

6-INCH: Sex worker!Reader

SANDCASTLES: Hate sex

UPGRADE U: Sugar Daddy/Mommy

HAUNTED: BDSM

BLOW: Oral fixation

PARTITION: Car sex

DANCE FOR YOU: Striptease

ENERGY: Mutual masturbation

ROCKET: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE YONCE ! ♡

Femyonce: F!Reader

Thugga Bey: M!Reader

Themyonce: Nb!Reader

Diversce (I thought of this one real hard): POC!Reader (you specify)

[fortune-fool02]

Fate is a cruel Mistress

Tsukiyama Shuu x female reader

Warnings: Themes of stalking, slight obsession, mention of blood.

Summary: Fate was as much of a cursing as it was a blessing. And it handed [Name] a very cruel hand of cards, involving loss, bitterness, and a ghoul who thought the world of her. 

This is a practice scenario to see how well I can write for Tsukiyama. Feedback and comments are highly appreciated for this. 

Thank you. 

Going to that coffee shop that day had been a mistake. One that she wished she could take back and prevent from happening in hopes to change her present. Sadly, such things were only fiction and her reality ever more real. Anteiku was the closest coffee shop to [Name] and she was a little thirsty. She should have kept going a few minutes and grabbed something from the shop. 

It was in that very coffee shop that her Fate became intertwined with the roots of another’s. Tsukiyama Shuu. A man of many talents and a flamboyant individual who could make a show simply by walking into a room. Something that brought a smile to her face at first, given how dramatic he was and how even the simplest of things were turned into grand pieces of art by his words. The glowing light that lured her in, turning her attention away from the gaping jaws that closed in around her, like an Anglerfish luring its prey. 

The second biggest mistake she made was introducing herself to him, from there on, he became her shadow, and she could never escape his thoughts. 

In his eyes, she was orphic; mysterious and entrancing, her blood called to him like a harpy’s charm, and how could he ever refuse such a delight? He would use everything, every trick he had, every sweet lie from his honeyed lips to fill her head. To twist her to him. This [Name] was an oddity to him, but one that he wished to keep, and he intended to. By any means. 

When she would wander around town with her friends, he would smile from a distance, just out of her line of sight. Lavender eyes scanning her form, 

“Oh mon tendre, how wonderful you look today in that outfit.” he muttered to himself, sitting on a bench as his eyes remained locked on [Name] sitting at a café, talking to her friends. The way her [Eye colour] eyes sparkled in the morning light, how she smiled as she laughed. A warmth flourished in his chest at the idea of making her smile like that, of her eyes sparkling like that when she looked at him. Well, if he desired so, he needed to be with her more. But he was not going to risk rushing it, else he would lose her. Patience was the key. 

[Name] regretted meeting up with him all those times. When they would go to the library or bookshops, when they would sit together at cafes and parks. She hated how close she let him get; no, how close she let herself get to him. She felt foolish for how safe she would feel with him, how relaxed and open she was with him. In a span of months, he learnt everything about her. Both when they were together, and not. He learnt how the backdoor of her house had a single lock to it unlike the front door, making it easier to open and catch without causing too much noise. He knew her bedroom was the second door to the left from the top of the stairs, and which floorboards would creak and which didn’t.

And just like that, [Name] was now the property of Tsukiyama. Her disappearance was questioned and investigated but she had vanished without a trace. 

Soft humming was heard coming from the large bed, the silk drapes pulled back lightly to allow light to spill into the bed. Tsukiyama sat there, smiling as he held the [Hair colour] woman close, his fingers petting her hair as he would press a feather kiss on her head every now and again, taking the moment to inhale her lovey scent. 

“Why do you look so sad, mon tendre?” He questioned, his voice lightly sprinkled with soft concern. [Name] blinked before turning to him, a surprising flash of anger on her face. 

“Are you serious? That is your question? You kidnapped me! You broke into my house and kidnapped me! And you wonder why I look sad?!” The fire in her words, the spark flaring up more as she spoke. He doesn’t believe he has seen her angry before, not like this anyway. He found it appealing. 

“You see, my dear-” His words were silenced as a sharp snap was heard, followed by a stinging sensation growing in his cheek. The slap was certainly a surprise, catching him off guard like that. “Now, that was not very nice.” 

Like a switch, his entire aura changed. Darkness filled his eyes as his iris glowed a haunting red, stripping [Name] of her anger and replacing it with a biting coldness that latched down all the way to her bones. Fear. She moved quickly, attempting to jump off the bed and flee but his grip on her latched on, pulling her back down onto the bed, arms wrapping around her, preventing her escape. 

“So cruel, after I do so much for you, you repay my generosity with harsh words and even physical harm. Ungrateful.” He hissed, words once sweet with honey now bitter with venom, how could one man hold such two polar sides? His hold remained form despite her attempted thrashing about, trying to squirm out of his grasp, a mouse trying to escape the hold of a serpent. 

“Get off me, Shuu!” [Name] shouted, escape the only thing screaming in her mind. Her head turning and biting down hard on the ghoul’s hand, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Oh? Is that what you call a bite, my dear? I will show you a proper bite.” Before she could do anything to protest, the material around her shoulder was ripped off and a burning pain was felt as his teeth sunk down into her flesh. Blood stained his lips as something akin to a soft moan rumbled from him at the taste of her blood and flesh. Such a divine texture! Such a sweet taste! Finer than anything he had tasted before, more tender and wonderful! She was divine! 

Before the rush of it all could get to his head too much, he pulled back, his tongue quickly lapping up the sweet crimson liquid from the wound and his lips, savouring the flavour, and revealing the wound on her shoulder. A mark. 

“Let this remind you, my sweet. You are mine now. No one else will dare try to take you from me.” He smiled, kissing the wound as if it was a gesture of affection. A churning sense flipped her stomach, sending another wave of coldness through her body, brushing under her skin and scraping against her bone. 

And people said Fate was a blessing. 

[daisy-viotto]

Haikyuu Incorrect Quotes

Tsukishima: Yams and I don’t use pet names.

Noya: Huh, okay. Hey, what do bees make?

Tsukishima: Honey?

Yamaguchi: Yes, dear?

Tsukishima:

Noya: Don’t ever lie to my face again.

[married-to-google-translater]

YANDERE SHUU TSUKIYAMA

Shuu is an obsessive and very possessive yandere.

He will be fascinated by your special scent from the beginning.

He wants to know exactly what a person with a good smell tastes like.

and at first, you are the prey that Shuu wants to keep and eat alone.

He will start spending a lot of time with you to manipulate you and improve the taste of your flesh.

but the more he spends time with you the better he will begin to understand how special you are.

when you are not yet about Shuu he 100% sure to steal your stuff.

everything changes when Shuu gets a terrible thought at night

“What if some other ghouls try to eat my loved one"

and now Shuu wants to keep you safe and enjoy you alone.

Shuu entices you into a relationship with him.

and if it doesn't work he'll just kidnap you.

Shuu often scares you with it that if you try to leave him he is bound to eat you so you can be together forever

[writeformesinpie]

You know I think when we reach 1000 followers I will do a Yandere/Mafia Au special. A list of dark prompts for all my peeps who enjoy the darker themes. I will leave it open for the idol/actor/character you want to see and provide some darker fics.

But we are not quite at 500 yet so I need to think of something to do for that too. But not to worry I will come up with something.

Anywhoo, a bunch of new content is coming - I have started to release my 2pm series of one shots based on the blue teasers for their new comeback, I have a Hwanwoong fic and a Niragi that just needs to be edited, and I am working on a Tao fic for the Exo collab I am a part of.

After that is done I will be working on some BTS fics and WayV fics as well as my requests for Lee Dong Wook and my secret favourite personal side project that’s not so secret for Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter) and Tsukiyama Shuu (Tokyo Ghoul).

Hope this finds you well and that you are excited to see whats in store 💕

[short-yandere-stories]

If you do Tokyo Ghoul, Yandere Shuu Tsukiyama headcanons with a human female reader?

It’s been ages since I watched it, but hoo boy was I invested in it when I saw it. Have some very insane cannibal gourmet TM. 

I totally didn’t miss that you asked for headcanons… heh… hope this short drabble works. If you really want the headcanons, just send me another ask.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, mild gore/violence, unwilling/unknowing cannibalism, ghouls are their own cw tbh, mentions of wanting to throw up, mentions of murder, bodily harm

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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“Please, tell me more about your award,” Tsukiyama says, raising a glass of a dark red liquid to his lips. He was one of the top gourmets in the city, and after you’d won a small cooking competition, he’d invited you to dinner. At the start of the evening, you’d been extremely flattered, but now he was starting to unnerve you. 

His eyes never seemed to leave you, and all his attention was on you, which would have been flattering otherwise, but there was something in his eyes that didn’t feel right. 

“Well, it’s not anything special.” You flash a smile and cut into the meat on your plate. “It’s an old recipe that my grandmother used to have in her secret cookbook.” The meat yields easily, light pink on the inside – a little too rare for your taste. “When she passed, I inherited the cookbook and according to her will, I would share at least her recipe of meatloaf to the world.” You giggle softly, stabbing the meat with the silver fork. 

“Very interesting. Were you two close?” You nod, not wanting to elaborate. It had been a few months since her passing, but discussing her for long periods of time was difficult. Tsukiyama seemed to take the hint and changed the topic. He seems unable to dine without constant conversation, you remark.

“What do you think of the meat? I cooked it myself for this dinner.” The pride in his voice is unmistakable, but the shine in his eyes tells you that you can’t lie and say that it’s the best thing you’ve tasted. He wants the truth.

“It’s very juicy and perfectly seasoned,” you say, putting another small piece in your mouth. “It’s a little bit too rare for my tastes though,” you admit. Tsukiyama shakes his head, muttering under his breath.

“Why didn’t I know that you liked your meat more cooked!?” He’s louder than he planned to be (which doesn’t come as a surprise), and you can’t help but ask:

“This is our first meeting. I can’t possibly expect you to know how cooked I like my meat,” you try to joke, setting the cutlery down. The meat is indeed good, but you can’t put a finger on what sort of meat it is. It tastes a bit leaner than pork and has a distinct aftertaste that you can’t link to beef. Not that you’re a culinary expert or anything like that. 

“So what sort of meat is it? I can’t quite place it?” You force a new thread of conversation, feeling uncomfortable from Tsukiyama’s small outburst. He collects himself as soon as he hears your voice, eyes immediately on you. You shudder, feeling under-dressed in your evening gown all of a sudden.

“Remember one of your opponents in the competition? I think her name was Layla?” 

“Lyra,” you correct, grabbing your glass of water. “That poor girl. She was attacked by ghouls and didn’t make it. What does this have with what kind of meat is in this steak?” You can’t help the chill that travels over your body. You find yourself wishing you never accepted this dinner. 

“Well,” Tsukiyama stands up and takes a few steps towards you, smoothing out his suit. “That’s her.” He gesticulates towards your plate with a flourish. No. Your first reflex is to shove the plate away, which you do, knocking your glass over and spilling water in the process. You start feeling sick, your stomach churning. I have eaten a human. The urge to throw up is overwhelming, but a small part of your brain manages to yell at you to get out of there. 

The chair clatters to the ground with a loud thud, and you take off towards the door, cursing the high heels and long dress you’d decided to wear. A searing pain stabs through your shoulder, and you fall to the floor with a scream.

A purple kagune is sticking out from underneath your collarbone, covered in your blood. The pain is numbing, and your vision starts to swim, fading, but not before you see the man that the kagune is attached to. 

“I didn’t plan on hurting you, dear, but you gave me no choice, trying to leave like that.” You feel his fingers prod your wound and you wince, biting back a scream. Tsukiyama licks his fingers clean, moaning at the taste.

“I could never get enough of your blood.”

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[tiaragqueen]

Could you do a Tsukiyama (tokyo ghoul) obsessing over a fem human who is a bookworm, please?

Under Control

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tsukiyama Shuu x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k

✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of depression, killing, cannibalization, objectification, obsessive and possessive behavior, slight malnutrition, manipulation, yandere theme.

[Edited]

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I’ve used every drop of what little knowledge I have and Google translate regarding other languages, so I hope it doesn’t end up weird.Oh, and this is set before :re.

If you like mywriting, please support me on ko-fi!

“The one who loves the least, controls the relationship.” - Robert Anthony

You should’ve known that something was wrong the moment a flamboyant man with vibrant clothes approached you in that book café. And you should’ve known that something was wrong the moment your closed ones started to die one by one.

But it was too late to regret it now, wasn’t it? What happened had happened. There was no need to think about it, especially if the past only brought pain to your already depressed self. You should move on. You should get out of your head more often. You should start seeking help. You should allow yourself happiness. You should allow him to make you happy.

At least, that was what he said.

The truth is, it wasn’t that easy. It would never be that easy to forget that you were the one who had dragged them into your little drama. Them; your family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances. Heck, even your boss! Sure, it wasn’t your fault, to begin with. You didn’t even know that Tsukiyama was a ghoul in the first place.

Had you were a bit more observant, perhaps you would’ve noticed the hints. The way he occasionally licked his lips whenever you spoke about something, the way he studied your face and all the expressions it displayed, the way he checked you out (it wasn’t really discreet, but you’d learned to ignore it), the way he often complimented you whenever you wore clothes that accentuated your figure perfectly, and the way he tended to sniff your neck as a form of ‘greeting’. You’d assumed he was being attentive and considerate, yet it wasn’t all that far from the truth.

Attentive because you were his prey, and considerate because he wanted to make you feel more at ease around him.

But somewhere along the way, he began to change. He became more gentleman-like and… possessive. For example: how he wrapped an arm around your waist whenever you walked together, how he glared at anyone who talked or looked at you for too long, how he bought you some expensive presents regardless of the day and its importance, how he often invited you to his mansion and vice versa, and how he relished in reading books or do some particular gestures to you. Actions that seemed too sweet to be directed towards mere friends, and things that would spark a sense of intimacy between you.

You were a bit caught off guard, to say the least. The furthest things he’d ever done were light flirting and occasional yet lingering touches. But it was a rather nice surprise, you had to admit. Therefore, you’d decided to not to overthink it too much. Again, you’d assumed he was being a good friend. This was probably how he usually showed affection towards his close ones. And besides, you were quite flattered by the amount of attention he’d put on you. So, there was nothing to be suspicious of, right?

Right. Due to how often you both spent time with each other, he might have felt more comfortable now. Tsukiyama had always been extra when it came to you, anyway.

Just like how extra he was when he introduced you to his father.

The last note echoed in the spacious room as Tsukiyama withdrew his fingers from the ivory keyboards. His room. There were paintings of you hung on the wall, each depicting different expression and different attires. You didn’t know when he’d taken up a lesson for painting, but apparently, he’d worked hard to perfect every single frame.

That was what he’d told you on that fateful day, where you’d stupidly visited him because he was ‘sick’. You weren’t aware that ghouls had impressive healing ability, and sickness was probably impossible for them to get in the first place.

“How was it, Mi Amor?” he asked gently, affectionately, lovingly. He caressed your hair, and you sensed love – sincere love – pouring out from his fingertips.

How could a ghoul, one that had killed and eaten many people with another excuse besides hunger, could love someone so earnestly? It was illogical. It was preposterous. It was shocking. It was downright terrifying.

“I’ve composed this song since our first encounter,” he said, droopy eyes admiring the gloss of your crown. His servants have done a good job at taking care of your appearance; from the top of your head to the tip of your feet. All of them were clean, fragrant, and resplendent.

Just like what he had always desired.

“I know this is nothing but I hope you can feel my love, Ma cherié.”

Guilt couldn’t even describe what you were feeling right now; this stomach-churning feeling that told you that you would never loved him the way he wanted you to. The way he loved you. Because he was your captor – your kidnapper – and to fall in love with him would be a sin. A crime so unforgivable no matter how many times you begged for forgiveness.

You weren’t sick like him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, either.

Because he was your friend. You might have even considered him as your best friend; your confidant. He was your go-to person whenever you wanted to vent out, sharing crazy theories that had taken up almost all the spaces in your brain, asking nonsensical things, have a philosophical debate, or just someone to accompany you.

Because you were lonely. Nearly everyone that you’d befriended was superficial, or at least didn’t pay much attention to the details. You didn’t have anyone who you could truly connect with. You didn’t have anyone willing to wake up at ungodly hours and listen to your rambling. You didn’t have anyone who could see behind your quiet yet friendly facadé.

Because you yearned for a friend. And he… He had been perfect. He was everything you ever wanted; everything you ever wished for in a friend. Tsukiyama was, although eccentric, the only friend you could connect with. He was sophisticated, he understood your feelings, he entertained your strange ideas, and he always kept his promises. Never once did he let you down, and never once did he interrupt you when you talked about something.

Because you were hopeless. But it was all just a facadé, wasn’t it? In the end, you’d never truly meant anything to him aside from being a pet. A treasure. A possession he could never let go. A doll that, despite her master’s declaration of love, could only wait until the day he grows bored and throw you away. Which, in your case, throwing you into the chasm of his stomach.

Were you destined to end like this? Did God hate you or something? Because if so, then this was the cruelest punishment you’d ever gotten. It almost felt… unfair.

You hated this, though. You hated how you could do nothing but sit obediently on his lap. You hated how he dressed you up in fancy dresses and accessories as though you were a fucking mannequin. You hated how he always spoon-fed you. You hated that you had to spend the majority of your time waiting for him to come; to take you out of this hell disguised as a beautiful room decorated with your favorite flowers. You hated that the garden was the only place where you could breathe the fresh air. You hated that his servant – Kanae, was it? – seemed to hate you. You hated how his father immediately took a liking on you. You hated how he had suggested Tsukiyama to just marry you already, and you hated how Tsukiyama had the guts to accept it eagerly. He even promised to do so as soon as you were a bit more familiar with your new life.

You hated this; your predicament. Everything. And most of all, you hated your life. You didn’t think it was possible to loathe something abstract before. But now, you knew.

Pushing your glasses, you nodded. This was probably the least expensive thing that you had, and the only thing that you owned from your old life. A reminder that you used to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary house and ordinary life before you became a lovely lady with a lovely mansion and lovely life. “It was superb. Thank you, Tsukiyama-san.”

The warm smile immediately disappeared as a cold frown settled on his face. “What did I tell you about formality, hm?” he asked, warning laced his pernicious words.

You stiffened on his lap, mentally berating yourself over a little slip that could’ve been easily avoided. “A-apologize, Shuu.” you stammered stoically, albeit with a fearful hint. “I wasn’t… in my right mind just now. Forgive me.”

“There!” Tsukiyama beamed, his mood changed so quickly you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not. “Isn’t it much better? After all, we’re lovers. It’ll be odd to call each other with such stiff nicknames.” He cocked his head and regarded you with those gleaming purple eyes.

You recognized that look. You fully comprehended what it meant. He was searching for another mistake; the slightest error that he could use against you. Internal panic aroused bile to leave your mouth – to empty your stomach from its nutrients because it wasn’t as if he would give you another, right? Tsukiyama didn’t want you to weigh more than necessary. Your current weight was enough. Not too skinny yet not too fat, either.

It was a perfect body.

“Don’t you think so, Tesoro?”

“Right, of course.” You sucked in a deep breath and nodded dutifully. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright, Miele. Mistakes happen.” You looked away, trying to ignore the irony of those words. He must have been in a good mood today if he didn’t start punishing you. Thank goodness. “Just promise not to repeat it, okay? I’d hate to ‘lecture’ you again, Chérie.”

Tears stung your pupils as you dipped your head. You didn’t want him to see you were crying. No, not again. It was enough to display weakness in the past. You couldn’t afford to be weak. You had to be strong. You needed to be strong.

For him or yourself? You weren’t sure. You refused to think about it, either. As long as you were still alive, although not necessarily well, you would be fine.

“Yes, I promise.”

At least, this bittersweet affection was better than be a part of himself. Literally.

Translations

Mi amor (Spanish): My love

Ma chérie (French): My darling

Tesoro (Italian): Treasure

Miele (Italian): Honey

Chérie (French): Sweetheart

[fortune-fool02]

I could see Shuu doing a killing stalking and breaking his darlings legs or better eating them so they can’t escape.

I agree. He does give that sense if he becomes absolutely infatuated by his darling. Though it would pain him to break their legs and cause them pain, he would believe he's doing it for their own good.

"I'm sorry, Mon amour, but you keep being difficult. I'm trying to keep you safe, here where you belong, by my side. So please, could you try to stop screaming so loudly?"

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Yandere!Yamaguchi x Reader - The Escape 🌃

Again, please do not romanticise these types of relationships.

It had been at least a year since he’d kidnapped you. A year. For a whole year, you had been stripped of your freedom, dignity and independence. Of course, you had tried to leave a few times but it always ended with him finding you and giving you a harsh punishment. The first time, he had whipped your back raw and didn't feed you for a couple of days. The second time, he carved the phrase ‘You’ll never escape me because you’re mine <3’ hundreds of times on your body, the scars still littered around your body. You obviously had tried to escape more than twice but the other punishments were too spine-chilling to even imagine.

But this time, you were sure you were going to get out. You were going to free yourself from these chains and live a somewhat normal life. You would marry the love of your life and get a job and actually live!

You sat patiently on your shared bed, waiting to hear any sign of Yamaguchi leaving the house. It felt like an hours wait but finally, you heard the front door open and then close. Now was the time to put your plan into action.

After not trying to escape or show any resistance to Yamaguchi for a month or two, he trusted you to freely roam the house, no chains or ropes restraining your movement. You jumped off of the bed and snuck down the moulding stairs of the ‘abandoned’ house the two of you had resided in. “Windows...Open windows...” You repeated to yourself, hoping that it would keep you on task. You knew that the door would be locked and that there would be no spare key, so the door wasn't an option.

You entered the kitchen and pushed and pulled at all of the windows, praying that at least one of them would open. They didn’t. So you moved on to the living room, your palms were sweaty. He could be home any minute...You were pulling at the windows before deciding that you would get nowhere trying to find an open window. So you backed up from the glass before sprinting towards it, your shoulder being the first to make contact with the, now shattered, glass. “Fucking finally.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes at yourself for not doing this before.

After climbing through the window, you picked out some of the glass shards that had managed to stick themselves into your arms and legs. Your clothes were painted red but that was okay. Anything for freedom, right?

You looked around at your surroundings. Trees. Trees as far as the eye can see. And a road...Well, the road is off-limits. He could just drive to you. ‘Through the trees, it is,’ you thought to yourself, starting to walk through the woods. You had to save your energy just in case he were to sprint at you from out of nowhere.

The walk was painful. Your worn-out slippers trying to protect your feet as best as they could but they didn't do very well. The sole of them were wearing out, pretty much paper-thin at this point. You huffed, diverting your attention to the escape and not the pain you were in.

Hours of walking had past and you had managed to find a little village, the sight made you tear up a little. Freedom was right in front of you!!

Just as you were about to run towards the village, a hand grabbed your collar. “Princess....What are you doing..?” That fucking voice. No. No. No. No. No! No! No! NONONONONO- You took a deep breath, trying to calm your thoughts. “I went on a walk...Seems I went too far on accident, Tadashi.” Your voice wavered slightly and you turned to see the man you hated most.

“Oh..? Without me? Oh, princess~ You can’t trick me~!” He giggles, his eyes filled to the brim with a murderous look. “I-I’m being honest, Tadashi. I must have lost track of time!” You pecked his lips, pulling away and biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying.

“Suuure~ I won’t go too hard on you because you’re being soo truthful.” He purred, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into the woods.

That night, he had made you some meat pie for dinner. It was delicious, to be fair...

“Do you want to know what I made it out of~?” Yamaguchi darkly chuckled as you finished your plate. You hesitated before nodding. He smirked before walking over to the fridge, he opened the door and there was the corpse of Hinata Shoyo, with some flesh missing from around his body. “Your old friend~!”

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A Beautiful View

Tsukiyama Shuu x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Could you write a fic on that one ask where Shuu watches his obsession through their window and ends up falling of the railing?

Warning: Yandere? Stalking behaviour

Please enjoy.

Soft hums left [Name]’s lips as she finished tidying her room, happy to have finally found some time to get it done rather than keep leaving it until another time. A single crimson rose sat on her desk, a gift from someone who seemed to like leaving strange notes at night. Each one holding words that strung together like poetry. Beautiful words for her. 

At first, fear had latched her at the presences of these notes, a faceless figure following her around like a shadow. Yet the police couldn’t find anything to lead them back to the one who left them. Her most recent one spoke of her in such beautiful ways. Svelte was a new one for her, graceful and elegant. The fear that sparked from these letters had simmered down over time, and she almost started to expect them. A part of her wishing to meet her admirer but could not find anything.        Whoever her admirer was seemed to have this image of her being almost a celestial being, a divine creature sent to bless the world with her mere presence. And the thought of someone having such thoughts of her warm. Smiling lightly, she set the rose back down carefully then put the note with the others before going about the rest of her chores. 

The sight brought a smile to his face, seeing her smile over another one of his notes and the flower. Flutters of warmth flowed throughout him, a joyous sensation. He had to suppress the giggle that wanted to slip from him, he could not risk giving away his position. Not yet.        Shuu gazed down, lavender eyes lidded as he watched his darling. She should get some rest soon after working so hard today, not to mention he still had that brat who tried to steal from her, tried to hurt her. The anger that boiled his blood burned his veins, he wanted to rip his head off in that very moment, but he held back. By God, was it difficult to hold himself back. 

But she was strong. His darling [Name] was strong to fight back. Pride swelled up, replacing the anger for some time after it happened. Though he did plan to visit him later, once he knew his darling was safe. Resting on folded arms, he leaned on the railing a little, relaxing him body as he watched her. How could someone be so beautiful? Hold such a strong will and spirit? 

“Mon amour. Such a beautiful woman. Stunningly so.” Shuu softly spoke, an adoring smile on his lips. “One day, we will embrace one another, and I will worship the ground you walk upon.” He could imagine it clear as day. Him holding her close as they danced in the night, her dawning a beautiful outfit. A small streak of crimson dripping down her neck as he leans in, lapping it up and savouring her taste. The feeling of her body against his, her delicate flesh and skin. Oh, the thoughts alone made trembles run through him. One day, she would be his. And they will thrive together.        As he leaned more against the railing, a soft, quiet noise was made, an aching whine of metal that caught his attention. 

“Huh?” In that split moment, the railing gave away under him, dragging him down and off the spot he had, falling towards the ground. Unable to actually do anything, he landed with a thud in the bushes and softly groaned. “Enfer sanglant....” 

[Name] heard the whining sound of metal and looked but saw nothing, oblivious as to what had just happened. 

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A Delightful Guest

Tsukiyama Shuu x Hinami's older sister reader

Requested by: anonymous

"Tsukiyama x Hinami’s older sister. He becomes infatuated while their parents are still alive and after their father gets captured by Jason she and her mother and Hinami go to him instead of anteiku and she’s now basically trapped because their dependent on him and his family and she has to endure all his creepiness for her families sake."

Warning: Somewhat yandere Shuu?

Please enjoy.

The soft glow of the fire spread around the room, throwing shadows against the walls and floor, allowing them to dance and fight, to leap over one another then fade away for only a brief moment before returning again. A flicker of the light and then whole dance would change in an instant. Sometimes, they would dance to a slow melody, holding each other close in an almost loving embrace, and then the next, they are leaping over one another and moving so quickly one can barely keep an eye on them. 

[Name] didn’t understand why she came to this room alone, surrounded by towers of bookshelves packed with all sorts of genres and types of books. The fire her only source of light, offering her a place to push back the shadows that tried to envelope her. Thin fingers crawling over the edge of the chair towards her but were only swallowed by her own shadow. [Eye colour] eyes moved from the shadows and fire towards the towers of books around her. Hinami would love this room. This many books would be a paradise to the small girl, as well as [Name] herself, a much greater difference than the cabinet that her family had that held their books. 

Home. The word brushed away any warmth the fire offered. A place she would likely never return to since her father vanished. Her mother never said a word, but [Name] could see it in her eyes, she was much better at reading her mother’s expressions than Hinami was. Something happened to their father and it was either connected to the CCG or another group of ghouls. The world was a harsh place for humans and ghouls alike, but [Name] knew she had to stay strong. For her mother and for her little sister. 

Which is a fine example for her current situation, sitting in the Tsukiyama House. The servants were lovely and kind, the house itself was a grand building. It was just one aspect that made it all a little off: Shuu. [Name] was no stranger to Shuu, she knew of The Gourmet as did her mother, but they had no other choice. They needed protection and sanctuary, and the Tsukiyama family had that and even the mercy to offer it to them. 

“Ah, mon chéri. What are you doing here all alone at this hour?” The sudden voice pulled [Name] from her thoughts, and taking her strength not to sigh aloud at his presence. Instead, she just glanced over. 

“Resting, Shuu. What else does it look like?” The [Hair colour] Fueguchi answered, her eyes glimmering in the darkness casted by the flames behind her, like wings almost. Shuu wished he had a camera to capture this moment. How could someone so kind and sweet look so dark and cold like this? He smiled lightly before approaching her, leaning against the chair. 

“You have a room for resting, but I won’t complain. The library is comfortable, no?” He wasn’t wrong. The warm colours, the comfortable chairs and inviting fireplace made this entire room nothing but welcoming. He moved closer, his arms folding on the top of the chair she sat in, gazing down at her with a warm smile. Such perfection sitting only inches from him. The fires smouldering within her from the loss of her father and the weight of these new responsibilities dropping onto her shoulders, and yet she still stood tall. It was nothing but admirable in Shuu’s eyes. 

“Why’re you here?” [Name] glanced up at him, pulling him from his thoughts. The way he looked at her, she didn’t like it. How he gazed at her like a predator would their prey. 

“Oh, I was just wondering who was in the library. I could feel the heat of the fire from outside. I am surprised you’re not more... warm yourself.” He smiled, a glimmer flashing in his eyes before vanishing. [Name] hummed softly, turning her head back towards the dancing flames, taking note of his reflection in the window. She could see him, see whatever move he made. Good. The last thing she wanted was to turn her back on him fully in case he tries anything. 

“I’m fine, thanks.” For a moment, she was certain she heard him sigh softly, but she remained still with her eyes locked on his reflection in the window. A smile on his lips as he was also looking at her reflection in the window. 

“ Mon chéri, you wound me. So distrusting and closed off. So sad.” His hands moved, gently brushing strands of her [Hair colour] hair. “Why don’t you ever relax? Your mother and sister are safe. You are safe here with me.” A light purr sound was made at the end. 

Somehow, she doubted that. 

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Could you do a Tsukiyama (tokyo ghoul) obsessing over a fem human who is a bookworm, please?

Under Control

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tsukiyama Shuu x Reader

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✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of depression, killing, cannibalization, objectification, obsessive and possessive behavior, slight malnutrition, manipulation, yandere theme.

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“The one who loves the least, controls the relationship.” - Robert Anthony

You should’ve known that something was wrong the moment a flamboyant man with vibrant clothes approached you in that book café. And you should’ve known that something was wrong the moment your closed ones started to die one by one.

But it was too late to regret it now, wasn’t it? What happened had happened. There was no need to think about it, especially if the past only brought pain to your already depressed self. You should move on. You should get out of your head more often. You should start seeking help. You should allow yourself happiness. You should allow him to make you happy.

At least, that was what he said.

The truth is, it wasn’t that easy. It would never be that easy to forget that you were the one who had dragged them into your little drama. Them; your family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances. Heck, even your boss! Sure, it wasn’t your fault, to begin with. You didn’t even know that Tsukiyama was a ghoul in the first place.

Had you were a bit more observant, perhaps you would’ve noticed the hints. The way he occasionally licked his lips whenever you spoke about something, the way he studied your face and all the expressions it displayed, the way he checked you out (it wasn’t really discreet, but you’d learned to ignore it), the way he often complimented you whenever you wore clothes that accentuated your figure perfectly, and the way he tended to sniff your neck as a form of ‘greeting’. You’d assumed he was being attentive and considerate, yet it wasn’t all that far from the truth.

Attentive because you were his prey, and considerate because he wanted to make you feel more at ease around him.

But somewhere along the way, he began to change. He became more gentleman-like and… possessive. For example: how he wrapped an arm around your waist whenever you walked together, how he glared at anyone who talked or looked at you for too long, how he bought you some expensive presents regardless of the day and its importance, how he often invited you to his mansion and vice versa, and how he relished in reading books or do some particular gestures to you. Actions that seemed too sweet to be directed towards mere friends, and things that would spark a sense of intimacy between you.

You were a bit caught off guard, to say the least. The furthest things he’d ever done were light flirting and occasional yet lingering touches. But it was a rather nice surprise, you had to admit. Therefore, you’d decided to not to overthink it too much. Again, you’d assumed he was being a good friend. This was probably how he usually showed affection towards his close ones. And besides, you were quite flattered by the amount of attention he’d put on you. So, there was nothing to be suspicious of, right?

Right. Due to how often you both spent time with each other, he might have felt more comfortable now. Tsukiyama had always been extra when it came to you, anyway.

Just like how extra he was when he introduced you to his father.

The last note echoed in the spacious room as Tsukiyama withdrew his fingers from the ivory keyboards. His room. There were paintings of you hung on the wall, each depicting different expression and different attires. You didn’t know when he’d taken up a lesson for painting, but apparently, he’d worked hard to perfect every single frame.

That was what he’d told you on that fateful day, where you’d stupidly visited him because he was ‘sick’. You weren’t aware that ghouls had impressive healing ability, and sickness was probably impossible for them to get in the first place.

“How was it, Mi Amor?” he asked gently, affectionately, lovingly. He caressed your hair, and you sensed love – sincere love – pouring out from his fingertips.

How could a ghoul, one that had killed and eaten many people with another excuse besides hunger, could love someone so earnestly? It was illogical. It was preposterous. It was shocking. It was downright terrifying.

“I’ve composed this song since our first encounter,” he said, droopy eyes admiring the gloss of your crown. His servants have done a good job at taking care of your appearance; from the top of your head to the tip of your feet. All of them were clean, fragrant, and resplendent.

Just like what he had always desired.

“I know this is nothing but I hope you can feel my love, Ma cherié.”

Guilt couldn’t even describe what you were feeling right now; this stomach-churning feeling that told you that you would never loved him the way he wanted you to. The way he loved you. Because he was your captor – your kidnapper – and to fall in love with him would be a sin. A crime so unforgivable no matter how many times you begged for forgiveness.

You weren’t sick like him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, either.

Because he was your friend. You might have even considered him as your best friend; your confidant. He was your go-to person whenever you wanted to vent out, sharing crazy theories that had taken up almost all the spaces in your brain, asking nonsensical things, have a philosophical debate, or just someone to accompany you.

Because you were lonely. Nearly everyone that you’d befriended was superficial, or at least didn’t pay much attention to the details. You didn’t have anyone who you could truly connect with. You didn’t have anyone willing to wake up at ungodly hours and listen to your rambling. You didn’t have anyone who could see behind your quiet yet friendly facadé.

Because you yearned for a friend. And he… He had been perfect. He was everything you ever wanted; everything you ever wished for in a friend. Tsukiyama was, although eccentric, the only friend you could connect with. He was sophisticated, he understood your feelings, he entertained your strange ideas, and he always kept his promises. Never once did he let you down, and never once did he interrupt you when you talked about something.

Because you were hopeless. But it was all just a facadé, wasn’t it? In the end, you’d never truly meant anything to him aside from being a pet. A treasure. A possession he could never let go. A doll that, despite her master’s declaration of love, could only wait until the day he grows bored and throw you away. Which, in your case, throwing you into the chasm of his stomach.

Were you destined to end like this? Did God hate you or something? Because if so, then this was the cruelest punishment you’d ever gotten. It almost felt… unfair.

You hated this, though. You hated how you could do nothing but sit obediently on his lap. You hated how he dressed you up in fancy dresses and accessories as though you were a fucking mannequin. You hated how he always spoon-fed you. You hated that you had to spend the majority of your time waiting for him to come; to take you out of this hell disguised as a beautiful room decorated with your favorite flowers. You hated that the garden was the only place where you could breathe the fresh air. You hated that his servant – Kanae, was it? – seemed to hate you. You hated how his father immediately took a liking on you. You hated how he had suggested Tsukiyama to just marry you already, and you hated how Tsukiyama had the guts to accept it eagerly. He even promised to do so as soon as you were a bit more familiar with your new life.

You hated this; your predicament. Everything. And most of all, you hated your life. You didn’t think it was possible to loathe something abstract before. But now, you knew.

Pushing your glasses, you nodded. This was probably the least expensive thing that you had, and the only thing that you owned from your old life. A reminder that you used to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary house and ordinary life before you became a lovely lady with a lovely mansion and lovely life. “It was superb. Thank you, Tsukiyama-san.”

The warm smile immediately disappeared as a cold frown settled on his face. “What did I tell you about formality, hm?” he asked, warning laced his pernicious words.

You stiffened on his lap, mentally berating yourself over a little slip that could’ve been easily avoided. “A-apologize, Shuu.” you stammered stoically, albeit with a fearful hint. “I wasn’t… in my right mind just now. Forgive me.”

“There!” Tsukiyama beamed, his mood changed so quickly you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not. “Isn’t it much better? After all, we’re lovers. It’ll be odd to call each other with such stiff nicknames.” He cocked his head and regarded you with those gleaming purple eyes.

You recognized that look. You fully comprehended what it meant. He was searching for another mistake; the slightest error that he could use against you. Internal panic aroused bile to leave your mouth – to empty your stomach from its nutrients because it wasn’t as if he would give you another, right? Tsukiyama didn’t want you to weigh more than necessary. Your current weight was enough. Not too skinny yet not too fat, either.

It was a perfect body.

“Don’t you think so, Tesoro?”

“Right, of course.” You sucked in a deep breath and nodded dutifully. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright, Miele. Mistakes happen.” You looked away, trying to ignore the irony of those words. He must have been in a good mood today if he didn’t start punishing you. Thank goodness. “Just promise not to repeat it, okay? I’d hate to ‘lecture’ you again, Chérie.”

Tears stung your pupils as you dipped your head. You didn’t want him to see you were crying. No, not again. It was enough to display weakness in the past. You couldn’t afford to be weak. You had to be strong. You needed to be strong.

For him or yourself? You weren’t sure. You refused to think about it, either. As long as you were still alive, although not necessarily well, you would be fine.

“Yes, I promise.”

At least, this bittersweet affection was better than be a part of himself. Literally.

Translations

Mi amor (Spanish): My love

Ma chérie (French): My darling

Tesoro (Italian): Treasure

Miele (Italian): Honey

Chérie (French): Sweetheart