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text cuz my handwriting is ass:

bkg: ugh, God its so hot out guy: take off your jacket? bkg: ...ion wanna

Izu: ahh... kacchan's so silly... i wonder when he's gonna talk to me next?

Izu: oh i hope he wont be too sad about [victim]... they weren't that close anyway!

Teacher’s Pet

Summary: Leon was never good with people. Not since Raccoon City, not after the DSO, and certainly not after he’s involuntarily signed up to be a temporary professor at a University. He simply didn’t have the same charm that others envied, so thank the heavens he didn’t have to be when you were there to charm him instead.

Pairing(s): Professor!Leon s. Kennedy x Student!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Content Warnings: MDNI! Age gap, Both of them are a bit of a creep, But they’re cute so it’s okay, Obsessive & Stalker undertones

“So, does anyone have an answer for this first question? Yeast deletion library can be used to validate tumor suppressor genes identified in tumors from humans. From such studies, we can infer that these genes function mainly as…? Anyone?” A lengthy silence followed, cut short by a sigh. “Mainly as cell cycle regulators.” The air of confidence ebbed away, leaving a soft murmur meant for his ears only as he slumped into his chair in behind the front desk.“Come on Leon, this is stupid. Awful. Am I even doing this right?” 

A calloused hand carded through blonde locks, tousling them as the man took a deep breath while sifting through his slides once more. “Is there anyone who knows what cell cycle regulators do? No, that’s too textbook, they’ll understand better in a real life application question,” he grumbled once more to himself within the vacant classroom, “real life application… I better start bringing lab samples if I’m gonna start talking about real life application,” he snorted dryly. Odd, maybe that’s an inside joke between him and himself. You couldn’t help but giggle softly to yourself; actually to yourself, unlike Prof Kennedy. Poor sod. Sat outside the classroom with your ears pressed against the door, you were jotting down notes to yourself with some scribbles for entertainment purposes. 

Your attention was rapt however, when you heard him murmur your name. Breath hitched, you froze while scrambling to pack your things and get away before he could open the door. “Yes, you. Do you have an answer to this question? It’s alright if you get the answer wrong, but i’d like you to try.” You let out a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging as you realized he was just practicing, but that didn’t stop the warm flush of your cheeks while your hand came up to cover your lips. Was he practicing with the thought of you in mind?

Professor Leon Kennedy, or Prof Kennedy as some of your classmates preferred to address him by, was the new professor teaching the principles of genetics module. You had heard whispers about him being younger than most of the geriatric professors, something something government involvement and a temporary break.

You were more concerned about this guy’s ability to teach, because you were damn sure if you had someone with the teaching capacity of a TA as your prof, you might personally see to that he clocks in his early retirement. 

But turns out, he was a pretty alright professor. You’ve definitely had better, he wasn’t exemplary. No, Prof Redfield took the cake for that. Eye candy, and brutal at Chemistry. You didn’t hate O chem any less than when you first started, but he was convincing enough to keep you from skipping. 

While Prof Redfield was masterful at his subject and teaching, Prof Kennedy was diligent but at the same time, kind of a grouch. It was kind of sweet to see how hard he was actually trying to make lectures more bearable, but you had every reason to believe that he himself could hardly stand being there when he never had anything beyond an impassive expression. You were pretty sure you’ve seen cadavers with more life in their face than he did 95 percent of the time. The other 5 percent was when class ends and he’s got the same urgency to match the pace he’s packing, because somehow he’s always the last guy in and first guy out of the lecture theatre.

“Alright class! Can anyone tell me about- no that’s not right, what am I saying?” Leon was near his wits end. Couldn’t recall why on earth he agreed to teach at some university as a break. Actually no, he did recall. 

He recalled how Chris and Claire had both coaxed him into the idea during one of their nights out drinking, and he recalled not recalling signing anything, but apparently he was already signed up for it within the same week of his disgruntled verbal agreement. He wished the government would work just a fraction as fast as whatever organization body that was desperate enough to take him in as a professor. Oh, but I think you’d be a good match Leon, what with all your lab background, you’ve got the knowledge they’re looking to teach. Plus, it’s an easy paid holiday from work! Leon rolled his eyes as he recalled the muddled voice of Claire, or was it Chris? Doesn’t matter. They considered a whole lot of his technical abilities, and a lot less of his social skills neck to neck with a nut. Tipping his head back as he stared up at the fluorescent lights, he thought back to his first lecture. Fucking terrifying, mind you. Facing BOWs with the ability to detach his spine from his head wasn’t anywhere near the same kind of nerve-wrecking when he had to stand in front of a whole auditorium of students. The second lecture was better, but only but the smallest sliver.

Lesser students this time, but still too many eyes for comfort. The only saving grace was that this time, he practiced. Spent an embarrassing amount of time going through the lecture materials with himself before stepping up on stage. 

Asides from that however, he had a little more brain capacity to actually observe the students during his second attempt. Most of which, jotting down notes on their ipads, using their phones; he couldn’t blame them, genetics can be pretty dry, and he would’ve chosen to teach something else as well if he was given the choice. However a little something stood out from the crowd. You were nearer to the front, rather dolled up. You were cute. And not only that, lo and behold, you were a nodder. Lecturers must love you, because Leon sure as hell did when he finally caught notice of you, and how you seemed to reciprocate his lectures with an encouraging nod and a smile whenever your gaze met. He found it a little easier to go up on stage after that. His gaze deviated more towards you, and at some point he just pretended like he was just teaching you. Drowned out the rest of the auditorium, and acted like it was just the two of you. 

That’s how he first came to know of you. Not actually though; professors don’t actually interact with the students. He didn’t get paid enough for that, and he didn’t want to come off as a creep, so he left you alone for the most part. 

Just did his own private digging to find out your name, and oh, would you look at that? You should really learn to safeguard your particulars better because it took him less than 5 to find your address, birthday, education history and wow, your grades were nothing to scoff at. Pretty, and smart? A girl after his heart, except that was a violation of so many school conducts that the idea was quickly carted off. He noticed starting from the fourth week that you were starting to find a voice in the class, and his attention all but zeroed in on you. The immense relief Leon felt when for the first time ever, a student actually tried to answer his question and not leave him to bask in awkward silence. It was only near the end of the lesson that he realized that his question was meant to be a rhetoric. It was an opening to the next chapter. You weren’t supposed to know what he was talking about, so how’d you know the answer? Do dean-listers just study ahead of class? “I just do some extra studying outside of class,” you had smiled sweetly up at him the one time he mustered the courage to approach you after the lecture ended, “you did a good job with this week’s lecture, by the way. The math was a little dry and confusing, but you made it a lot more bearable than it would’ve been.” The man was a real slump, but you could appreciate his effort, even if the exact opposite was reflected on his face every lesson. 

“Thank you,” caught off guard by the compliment, Leon sheepishly scratched at his chin, cheeks tinged warm, “if you ever need help, i’m usually free outside of lectures.” Both you and Leon blinked at each other. Whoa. Did the grumpiest professor you’ve ever interacted with just offer their time outside of class? Willingly? You were going to buy a lottery ticket later for your course code.

“Oh, I appreciate the offer,” your lips parted and closed as you tried to think of how to carry the conversation. You almost turned him down out of reflex, and frankly you never thought you’d make it to this stage. Sure, you were creeping just a little bit with the one sided after school supplementary class, but were you really about to push it? “how’s this friday?” The answer was yes. Yes, you were. Who knows? It might even be fun. This friday? Leon was going back home this friday to sleep away the school air and hopefully into a coma. Maybe he could sneak some drinks in, in his couch alone at home. That’s what he was doing this Friday. “This friday? I can do friday. I’ll email you later, and we can work out a time?” Or maybe not. “Sure! Thanks Prof,” he remembered how you beamed so warmly up at him, almost blinding, before strutting off with your bag hauled over one shoulder. With only the linger scent of your perfume tickling his nose, he was left to stand there by his lonesome.

It took a grand total of one and a half occasions for him to cave. The first was Friday. 

Friday came quick. Too quick, really. Maybe all that alcohol from a couple years back was finally coming back to fragment his memory, but it was like time was lost on him. Whatever time between that week’s lecture and Friday was lost on him while he was too busy imagining what the tutoring session would look like. Maybe he should smile a little more, come off more amicable and nice. Or should he just stick with the grumpy vibe? He knows that’s been hitting it off with some of the girls in school, he’s heard some of the passing comments. No, but you seem like a nice girl who would like a sweet guy. “Hey Prof, you okay?” Oh, why would you look at that? It seems his sense of time was failing him again. 

“Hm? I’m okay, just a little tired is all,” he blinked back to life, rubbing his face as he gave you a nonchalant wave of his hand, “don’t worry about me.” You frowned softly, eyes scanning him with an intensity that made Leon feel the same tingly warmth from last lecture. Before he could convince you any further, you leaned in close, and that might’ve been the closest Leon has ever been to a woman who didn’t have the ability nor intention to kill him in 3 seconds flat in a very long time.

He swallowed nervously, adam’s apple bobbing, but he otherwise made no move to push you away. Blue eyes flitted from your eyes; soft and glittery, down to your lips; Plump, pillowy and shiny. He noticed you usually had a tube of lip gloss on your desk during lectures. He went to google it, said it was strawberry flavoured. Suddenly, he was having cravings for strawberries. 

His lids fluttered, half lidded as he stared down at you, mind empty yet reeling all the same. What were you doing, little minx? “Your eyebags are pretty bad, a little too pale, your cheeks are kind of sunken as well. You should take care of your health a little more,” you suddenly said, before pulling away and returning back to your seat, back straightened as though nothing had happened. As though you didn’t lean in close enough for him to smell the strawberries off your lips. Didn’t threaten Leon’s self restraint to close the gap between the both of you. “ I can take care of myself. Thanks for the concern, but don’t worry about me kid,” he coughed, voice a low rumble as he glanced away. Right. He remembered reading about you being a medical student. He was getting ahead of himself. A doll like you with damaged goods like him? The notion was laughable, but Leon would never admit to the tinge of warmth that bloomed at the thought of it.

“Everyone could use a little help regardless of what stage of life you’re in,” you shrugged all to nonchalantly, like you were stating a fact. Which you were, before glancing towards him as you fished out this week’s study materials from your bag. “And you think you can help me?” “I’m sure I could be of some help, one way or another,” You flipped open your notebook, ipad on the side with your questions all prepared. What Leon wouldn’t give to have coworkers as efficient and enthused as you. Maybe he could put in a good word for you in his lab, pull you in for your internships. A relationship between co-workers would be alot less inappropriate than a relationship between professor and student. He knew he was still going to get shit from it from his office though, but that was a problem for later. Maybe then you could help him out. Out of his ditch of misery, out of his wandering mind, help him out of his pants. Whoa. Where did that come from?

He cleared his throat, swallowing his spit before picking up your notes. “We can talk about that another time. For now, what’re you having trouble with?” Half an hour in, and Leon was struggling. Fighting for his life, actually, because he’d been sporting a boner beneath the table 10 minutes in after your legs accidentally brushed against each other. He couldn’t tell if he was suffering from acute testosterone poisoning, and the horniness was deluding him into thinking that you were dropping him hints, or if you were genuinely showing some sort of interest in him. Your lashes fluttered when you stared up at him, lips coated in a sheen of gloss puffed into a soft pout everytime he explained something through tripped words and stutters. Everytime he found it in himself to knock the thoughts out of his head, you always found some innocuous way to enthrall him and his dick back into your whimsy, imaginary grasp. He wondered if your hands grab onto dicks as hard as you grabbed his attention. Just as Leon felt like he was finally going to see which would pop first; his dick or his blood pressure, the lesson was cut short. He wasn’t sure if he found the hour long session too short or too agonizingly long. Your eyes finally flickered away from him to your ringing cell, your lips rounded in surprise. “Sorry, this’ll be quick,” you gave him a sheepish little chuckle, manicured nails plucking the cell as you stood upright. To match, Leon’s cock sprung upright too. As you waltzed off, humming a small hello through the phone, all he could really see or hear was your bare thighs and waist, easily small enough for him to grab. And your ass? By god. He could see it from your physique. You were soft. Far softer than any of the ladies he had worked with for the last miserable 10 something years, all of which could easily deck and curbstomp him for having the thoughts he had towards you. 

You had a habit of leaning on one leg, Leon had noticed by the third class. You’d rest on one leg, your hips jutting out in that direction while the plush of your thigh squeezed beneath the hem of your pants to give a small pudge. Denim shorts day was a particular treat for him. Shame that today wasn’t one of those days, but it was still shorts day, so it was half a win for him. 

“Fine,” Leon blinked hard, gaze snapping right back up at the sound of your reluctant little sigh, “I’ll go, sure, but I’m not going for next week’s, I have some papers coming up. I’ll see about the week after,” you huffed into the phone, swapping the cell to the other hand so you could lean on your other leg. “Yeah?” He could hear your giggle, sweet and lithe. What other way more fitting words were there to describe you? “Alright, I’ll see you tonight. See you! Mhm, bye bye!” “Sorry about that, I thought I had my phone on silent, but I must’ve forgotten,” you slipped yourself back into your seat, your gaze rising from the screen of your phone back up to find leon’s, who was watching you ever so intently. “Some friends invited me to a party,” you supplemented, mistaking his stare for one of curiosity. 

Well, he wasn’t that curious before, but he certainly was now. He had heard all sorts of things about university parties, but never got the chance to actually experience one for obvious reasons. He had just about accepted his life ended at the tender age of 21 back in Raccoon City, before it was handed over and detained by the DSO for the unforeseeable remainder of his hopefully clipped life. 

So the idea of something as normal as a party charmed him, and through the shine of his eyes, you could tell. Your head tilted, an amusing little quirk of yours whenever your attention was hooked on something and the cogs in your head was turning. 

“You go to parties a lot?” he cleared his throat awkwardly, his turn to be fidgety under your scrutiny. He knew you were thinking. He knew you were thinking something of him, specifically. But he didn’t know what you were thinking. 

“I wouldn’t say a lot, I get invited a bunch but I don’t always go,” you word trailed off into a soft drone, mind pacing with considerations before you cracked a smile, “but would you like to come to this one?” “Uh, join you to a party?” the nervous chuckle slipped past his lips before he could even think to hold it back. You didn’t seem the slightest bit dejected from his apprehension however, instead choosing to press on. “You don’t have to of course, but if you’d like, you’re welcome to come to this one, it’s an open party, so other people will be there too!” 

 Oh god, what was happening. “I’ll uh, I’ll think about it?” He did. Sort of? He slept on it, more than anything. The rest of the session was a blur, you were a fast learner who pretty much solved the remainder of your own questions once you picked up on the first couple of questions. That, and he was pretty sure all the blood meant for his head was relocated to his dick, so forgive him if he was tripping over himself in a rush to get home and jerk himself off until his dick went raw.

By the next afternoon when he had stumbled out of bed with his crotch still sticky and bedside tissues stiff, imagine his surprise when we saw that you went ahead and did him the liberty of actually emailing him the party address; he had thought you were just saying it to be nice, honestly. 

‘Hey Professor Kennedy! Here’s the address for the party, again no pressure if you don’t feel like coming, but there’ll be free drinks if you do!

Take care!’ 

He spent way more time than he cared to admit considering your offer. Somehow, you’ve reduced him from a grouch wagering bets as to whether tomorrow would be the day he bites the bullet, into still too old of a man feeling like a perverted youth with a libido to match.

He thought long and hard through the myriad of fantasies that played out while he went to shower. As his hands absentmindedly lathered his soapy, blonde locks, his gaze fixed on the water stained glass. He could picture the droplets sliding down your back and past the curves of your ass. The size of the shower would force you to press flush against his chest, his stiff mast resting on your lower back, balls against the perk of your butt. 

Would you pant as he lays his weight on you, your breast pressed up against the glass and the shaft of his dick shower in the slippery dip of your pussy? Maybe you’d mewl as he toys with your nipples, rough pads pinching and twisting at the nipples while grubby hands knead and paw at the plush of your chest. He bet he could make your breath hitch and your eyes well with tears as he feeds just the tip of his dick to your gummy walls, never pushing himself all the way in. Just the tip, until you’re begging like he was your lifeline and that you’d be his good girl. 

His jaw clenched, chest tight and knees buckled as milky fluids splattered against the glass, catching the drops of water that rolled down. Leon’s lips parted as he blinked himself back to the present, the fluorescent light making it difficult for his sight to return, his ears ringing while his chest heaved desperately for air. 

For that second that your imaginary presence coaxed his undoing, he forgot how to breathe.For as much as he wants to be your lifeline, you were quickly becoming his.

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This masterpiece belongs to @concreteparasite

Henllo again! I'm bringing to ya another yandere staff! Didn't came out as I thought but it was a good practice I hope. Go play it! (Reanimated Heart VN)

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p.s(fixed some parts I overlooked :D)

Another wonderful yandere novel with dark vibes and serious and good plot~

Big thanks to @concreteparasite for making this! It was a wonderful thing to read

A little hungry boy from VN “Rotten Dinner” by wormeow (https://wwwormeow.itch.io/rotten-dinner)

This game is sooo awesomeeee~

Yandere Hawks x Fem. Reader

Warning: Obsessed Hawks, guilt trapping, manipulation, forced affection, stalking, and name calling(baby bird, hon, love bird, birdie..etc)

He studied you.

From the way you eat, how you talk ,your personality, and how you interact with others. He couldn’t understand how someone could be so perfect.

He followed you home. Hiding in a nearby tree with his camera taking pictures of you every moment. Especially when you change or take a bath. Your skin looks so soft and nice. Your body is impeccable he sometimes dreams of fucking you, touching your sweet sweet body.

When you closed the blinds. He was disappointed now he can’t see his sweet birdie. When you go out the next day he places security cams and hides all over your house. Now he can watch you anytime he wants.

You started working at his agency as an personal assistant. He loves the way your work outfit hugs your body and those sweet thighs oh how he wants to fuck you so bad right now. But he can’t not right now not until he gains your trust.

It was a few months into your new job. Everyone treats you nicely will maybe the occasional rude remark but hey it was going well until Hawks had asked you come to his office.

“Hey hon” his slightly raspy voice speaks out. Hon, baby, baby bird, love bird oh how the list goes on. He loves to call you pets names you ignored it considering well it was Hawks the notorious flirty playboy.

But his tone was a bit different when he used it now. “You asked me here?” You questioned him he looked at you with an intensity that you never seen on his face before. I mean sure he looks at you with care in his eyes but you never questioned it maybe it was a bird thing?

It wasn’t a bird thing. He fucking adored you. From the moment you walked into his office all shy and awkward his heart skipped many beats. “Come here” he made a hand motion asking you over. Slightly confused before you could even speak his hands wrapped around your waist and hand lifted your chin.

“Uh- Hawks I don’t think this appropriate-“ he shushed you. “Be with me” he said his voice was confident but his eyes oh they spilled everything. Nervousness, love and another emotion you couldn’t really identify.

“Huh?” You questioned you where very confused right now you get called into his office and now he’s confessing to you? This must be Hawks playing a joke on you.

“Be with me baby, you could live a life of Luxury, you’ll never have to work a day in your life, and you’ll be with me” he sounded not him right now like he needed no, demanded you to. “Hawks I don’t thin-“ he cut you off “Why? I can give you anything you’ve ever wanted, I can give you love that you wouldn’t find any where else in the world” he looked mad to say the least his grip on your waist slightly tightened.

“I’m sorry I just don’t like you like that” you said trying to pull his hand off your waist. Now he looked really mad. “I really, really didn’t wanna do this baby bird but you just had to make it difficult” his hand moved from your waist.

“Uh? What’re you talking about” you where now a bit scared Hawks looked mad like genuinely mad. “What can’t I give you sweetheart?” He questioned then he suddenly pulled out a syringe filled with a liquid. Okay now you where scared you tried to open the door to leave and get the hell outta here. But it was to late he struck and your screams where muffled.

“Shush birdie lemme take care of you hm?” He whispered into your ear.

Authors Note: What’s was the other emotion? Lol how’d I do?

Yandere Hawks Headcannons

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere tendencies, cursing, manipulation, verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, guilt trapping, forced affection, sex, and drugging.

Authors Note: Enjoy!

Hawks would definitely be the type of yandere to manipulate and flirt his way into your heart and when you fall for his trap it’ll be to late to escape.

Yeah he had to dig into your personal files find out every person your close with and deem if there a threat or not but it was all for your safety. You where his birdie and nobody else’s.

Getting you into a false sense of safety was pretty easy since you were a bit naive. You thought he was just being nice sure he was a bit to touchy with you but it was fine it was Hawks he wouldn’t dare hurt you right?

He indeed hurt you not physically of course he’d never hurt lay a hand on his precious baby bird. No, instead he had to damage your emotions a bit, forcing people out of your life so he could be the only on to comfort you.

He had invited you for a bite to eat one night. It was harmless just dinner with the number two hero. Yeah it did bring up questions like “why me hawks?” Or “don’t you think this is a bit much.” He shrugged your questions off easily saying he owed it to you for working so hard.

Yeah he drugged your drink. It was all for your safety. A quick flight and you where at his penthouse laying in a nice bed way out of your budget. But Hawks had convinced you to stay. He was so good at convincing you it was almost scary. “I didn’t wanna leave you alone in your apartment who knows what might happen to you so just stay here tonight yeah?”

You found yourself kissing the man his hands where groping and gripping your body by itself. He seemed almost predatory. You stopped yourself “Hawks I don’t know if we should be doing this” he was a bit annoyed by your sudden pause. He had finally got to taste your sweet lips he couldn’t let this opportunity go.

Regardless of what you said he always found a way to play a victim. You found yourself being snuggled tightly wings covering you from the day. He wouldn’t allow you to leave it was weird. He simply said you won’t be allowed to leave anymore you where his now.

You didn’t understand what was happening so you pleaded him to let you go. It was to late you where already locked in his cage.

He made sure you where well fed and cleaned. You where his prize he didn’t want you to get dirty.

If you tried to escape the collar he made you wear would shock you. “Cmon baby bird don’t cry your making this hard for me” he was rubbing your back in lazy circles. “I’m only trying to make sure your safe yeah? And to do that I can’t let nobody see you so just stop trying to leave it’s hurting me ya know”

He allowed you free time but only when he was around. He didn’t want someone to snatch you up and take you away you where his love bird.

He had used you to take away his stress from his job. He was a bit rough especially with the way he was tearing up your cunt. “If you love me you’ll make love with me I find it hurtful you don’t love me hon” he held your chin while rubbing your lip with his thumb. I mean look at the lifestyle he had given you it was perfect right?

After a while you had finally given up and Hawks or Keigo he had insisted you call him was happy he had gotten rid of the shock collar he didn’t want you to get to injured. You where his fiancé now and he was planning on make you the bearer of his children.

EXTRA: “Make those cute sounds for baby bird” he loved it when you moaned and screamed his name he made you. It turned him on you where his lover after all and you where so fucking beautiful all lavished out on him cum dripping from your cunt, mouth widened and eyes hazy.

Ong I loved your Yandere reader x izuku hcs if you could can you PLEASE make on for Kirishima or Shinso OR TAMAKI 🎀🎀💗

Alright, this is SUPER late but that’s okay that’s okay.

Sorry for the late response pookie, here’s Yandere!Reader x Kirishima.

Masterlist

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Yandere!Reader who’s never been one for socializing, opting to stay quiet and observe, a whole where their heart should be.

Yandere!Reader who definitely gets teased during middle school for being so standoffish, getting things thrown at them and receiving harsh comments.

Yandere!Reader who is actively being picked on, when a boy with black hair and red eyes steps in, telling the boys off, said boys get annoyed, muttering about ‘Stupid Kirishima.’

Kirishima…

Yandere!Reader who begins to obsess on this black haired boy, following him from class to class, stealing his things, leaving notes in his locker- borderline full on stalking.

Yandere!Reader who takes pictures of Kirishima’s adorable face, imagining his teeth gently nibbling on their neck and playing with his long, black hair.

Yandere!Reader who overhears Kirishima talk about Crimson Riot, and decides to get him little trinkets and figures, leaving wrapped boxes and little gift bags on his desk and in his locker.

Yandere!Reader who also hears that Kiri wants to go to UA…so what do they do..?

Yandere!Reader who applies to UA, getting into the entrance exam and passing with flying colors, grinning as they spoke with their home room teacher. Kirishima and themselves were the only ones from their school who got into UA.

Yandere!Reader who, once they make it into UA, befriend Kirishima, practicing their sweet and innocent face as they get closer with Kirishima.

Yandere!Reader who love bombs the unsuspecting redhead, flooding him with compliments, getting him hooked on the attention and praise like a drug.

Yandere!Reader, who knows they have Kirishima hooked as soon as they notice his longing gazes and stupid smiles.

Yandere!Reader who isn’t even surprised when they have a love letter on their desk, smirking as they open it and see Kirishima’s handwriting (as if they haven’t memorized it)

Yandere!Reader who meets Kirishima behind the school after classes, smiling sweetly as he confesses, pouring his heart out to them, while they feel on top of the world.

He fell right into their hands.

Unsuspecting fool.

Thinking abt yandere!reader x Izuku Midoriya (🥀💋)

Masterlist

Yandere!reader who never considered themselves interested in romance, wanting to focus on their hero career.

Yandere!reader who enrolled into UA through recommendation, incredibly strong, a bit closed off with a front, but kind and polite ultimately.

Yandere!reader who always had a very strong stomach to blood and gore, not even batting an eye at limbs being horrifically ripped off in movies, or nails being plucked out.

Yandere!reader who fits in, but blends in also.

Yandere!reader who meets the sweet tortured soul of Izuku Midoriya and fell head over heels, instantly.

Yandere!reader who makes close friends with Izuku right off the bat, finding literally any excuse to talk to the boy.

Yandere!reader who makes it obvious who Izuku belongs to, being a bit extra touchy with the boy, a brush of the arm here, playing with his hair there. It was obvious.

Yandere!reader who listens to Izuku yap about anything he thinks of, gently playing with his hair while he muttered to them.

Yandere!reader who gets put on house arrest for a week because they beat the shit out of a third year for saying how Izuku looked too ‘skinny’ to be a hero, almost knocking out a tooth.

Yandere!reader who dismisses any comments about the fight, saying they- ‘asked for it.’

Yandere!reader who was a little pushy with their affection, but Izuku didn’t mind. After all, since when did anyone fight for his attention?

Yandere!reader who jumps at the opportunity to play seven minutes in heaven, rigging the game by specifically asking Mina to draw their and Izuku’s items from the hat

Yandere!reader who leaves a dark hickey in the middle of Izuku’s neck, making it obvious who staked their claim on the boy.

Yandere!reader who sneaks into Izuku’s dorm when he’s not around to steal his things, from littlw pencils to his boxers, if it’s in sight, it’s theirs.

Yandere!reader who begins to love bomb Izuku, giving him gifts and constant praise.

Yandere!reader who grins when Izuku pulls them away from the group while they’re out roller skating, the two of them alone on the side of the building.

Yandere!reader who grabs Izukus hips when he confesses, leaning down and whispering into his ear “I’ve been waiting so long to hear that from you, baby”

Yandere!reader who seems innocent and polite, with a greed for everything Izuku boiling under the surface.

Yandere!reader who promises to protect Izuku no matter the cost as they’re gently toying with his hair, the two of them cuddled on Yan!readers bed.

Yandere!reader who has Izuku right where they want him, he just doesn’t know it.

Not that they’d ever do anything to hurt him.

They’re his just as much as he’s their’s.

And he sure is theirs.

Spreading Miiside propaganda

Yandere Gays:

1. Rolo Lamperouge (anime, manga, games "Code Gias") like a brotherly relationship, with a slight hint of romance;

2. Nam Ye Sop (manhwa "An Inconvenient Truth");

3. Shirayuki Himekawa (manga "Madman in love Shirayuki-kun");

4. Michiya Mifune (manga "With Yandere under one roof");

5. Version (manhwa "It's So easy to be a Savior");

6. Shin Habin (manhwa "Scoundrel and Stalker");

7. Tae Won (manhwa "Moonlight Tale");

8. Jung Min Yu (manhua "Every Day I I wish to disgrace the Yandere Prince")!

Яндере Геи:

1. Роло Ламперуж (аниме, манга, игры "Код Гиас") вроде братские отношения, с небольшим намёком на романтику;

2. Нам Ё Соп (манхва "Неудобная Правда");

3. Шираюки Химекава (манга "Влюблённый безумец Шираюки-кун");

4. Мичия Мифунэ (манга "С яндере под одной крышей");

5. Версион (манхва "Так легко быть спасителем");

6. Шин Хабин (манхва "Мерзавец и сталкер");

7. Тхэ Вон (манхва "Лунная сказка");

8. Чжун Минь Юй (маньхуа "Каждый день я желаю опозорить яндере-принца")!

Yandere Lesbians:

1. Sato Matsuzaka (anime, manga "Happy Sugar Life");

2. Ren Yamai (anime, manga "Komi-san has communication problems");

3. Nina Einstein (anime, manga, games "Code Gias");

4. Randa Tada (manga, coming soon in anime "Becoming a sorceress");

5. Michiru Ichijo (manga "The Girl who sees it");

6. Asuka Lan (anime, manga "Lady Devil");

7. Akkii;

8. Shouko Sayo (her last name is either Saijo or Sayoji, but it's strange that Akkiya doesn't have last names, because they are a couple from the same manga "Love/Death")!

Yandere Straight Guys

1. Toma (anime, manga, visual novel "Amnesia");

2. Akane Aoi (anime, manga "Toilet boy Hanako-kun");

3. Mao (anime, manga, games "Code Gias");

4. Chae Yul (manhwa, drama "Secret Alliance");

5. Haru (manga, dorama "Colors of happiness in one room");

6. Karuto (manga "My beloved living Dead");

7. Johan Do (manhwa "She's mine" or "This is Mine");

8. Shion Taniguchi (manga "I have a second chance at life, so I will please my yandere boyfriend for a happy ending!!!")!

Yandere Straight Girls:

1. Yuno Gasai (anime, manga, light novel "Diary of the Future");

2. Lucy (anime, manga "Elf Song");

3. Akane Hiyama (anime, manga "Tyrant's Love");

4. Anna Nishikinomiya (anime, manga, light novel "A boring world where the very concept of vulgar jokes does not exist");

5. Kirukiru Amo (anime, manga "The Tyranny of Armed Girls");

6. Yuka Sasaki (anime, manga "Talentless Nana");

7. Nene Fujinoki (anime, manga "My first gyaru");

8. Ayame Omoi (anime, manga "I tried to persuade her to Dogeza")!

Yandere is an archetype term describing a character who at first shows himself with a gentle and affectionate side in front of the person he loves, but over time shows his cruel and conciliatory side and psychologically unhealthy love caused by jealousy or non-reciprocal love. Such people are willing to do anything to be with their love partner, even to kill. To find out more about their love interest, they often harass and stalker them in order to find a way to please them. Since such people are possessive, they always want to keep their loved one by their side and with no one else and not let go of every step all the time. They often want to kidnap and hide their lover where no one can find him and tie him to a chain or even a cage so that he does not escape. Also, such people want to have almost all the things related to their loved one and are ready to do anything for him. But I can assure you that not all Yandere are murderers, kidnappers and stalkers! There are mild Yanderes who are not capable of murder and suicide, as well as kidnapping and stalking people. Yandere can be both men and women, of any orientation and any age, but mostly young teenagers. I think that's all I can say about Yandere right now, and I can add something later. I hope none of you will find such jealous people!

Hello, this is my first post and I will start working on my blog soon. I hope you like my themes 🤞! I think I'll start the Yandere topic🔪🩸⛓️, wait❣️.

Again, no motivation so I'm using gacha.. 😿 Here's Cheng Shu's first design. She has been with me since I was 8 and her first name was Okianna!

Y/N: AaAaa! AaaaAh! AAah!  1010: Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!

How would 1010 react if their darling tried to escape from them?

Oh, this will end so so sosososo bad for Darling! She's going to deal with not one yandere, but 5 yanderes! Let's see what happens! I did a small scenario. Let's go!

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, mentions of suffocation, mentions of kidnapping and being re-kidnapped, being chased down, no happy ending, light physical abuse (they hold you too tight it hurts!).

"Claustrophobia" (Yandere!1010 reacting to their Darling trying to escape).

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Your lungs were burning, and your legs hurt for how you were forcing yourself to keep running, never taking a small break because you knew not only your body would feel worse if you tried to keep running after 5 minutes of rest, but that... they would find you.

How could something so beautiful end so wrong?

It all began when Neon J hired you as 1010's personal secretary, you were tasked to always make sure their schedules were arranged, organized, etc. You were like a small watch that kept track of the times and hours, and if you weren't helping Neon J making schedules or doing papers, then you were with 1010.

You would be there to call them whenever a photo session was due to start in 30 minutes so they could get ready, or that in 15 minutes they should stop doing whatever they were doing so they could be ready for the charging hours, and so on. You always acted professional with them, smiling kindly to them and always answering to any question they had whatever activity or thing they had to do.

And slowly they fell in love with how attentive you were with all of them. And you never made any of them feel less! They had other secretaries before you, and sadly they played favoritism over them. From time to time Eloni would get ignored (as if he wasn't already dealing with some self esteem issues because of the hardcore fans) by an ex-secretary. Another secretary used to be all over Rin and Zimelu, and let's not talk about how another ex-secretary thought she had power over them to the point she would scream at them.

You weren't like them.

You had a heart.

You had kindness and a smile for each 5 of them.

Soon all 1010 looked forward to pass time with you. Whenever they were free from whatever fan meeting, dance practice or anything else, they invited you to have dinner with them, or simply chill with them!

They loved how you always cheered up Eloni whenever in the fan meetings he didn't got that many gifts. They loved how you were so serene and patient with Zimelu if he was in a sour mood. They loved you.

It started with small things, like little gifts and compliments whenever they were all alone with you, so you wouldn't think they were in their 'flirty band boys' persona in front of others. Then they started to invite you to have lunch with them, or take a walk with them, or be in their dance practice sessions. Little by little, they were gravitating around you, always close and always wanting to have you passing your time with them. And while it was part of your job... it was getting tiring.

It was like you were getting suffocated.

Could someone develop some kind of claustrophobia just thanks to people? You didn't knew.

But the problem kept boiling and boiling, it got worse when they confessed their love to you and you started dating them... to then be forced to stay hidden from the eyes of the people. Like you have been... kidnapped.

That's why you were running. So many nights had passed after they trapped you inside of your room in their shared home, and even when they cried and sang their love and devotion and obsession for you, by taking away your freedom and past life, by how sickly they were in love with you, it was weighting you down. You were going insane.

"Oh Darling~!" You heard Rin sang.

"Come back now!" You heard Zimelu yell.

"It is dangerous to be out there." You heard Purl-Hew say.

"You can't escape us!" You heard Haym chuckle.

"We are coming for you~" You heard Eloni sigh in love.

Even when you escaped and made them worry, fearing they would never see you again... they were all happy now, cheery even. Instead of sounding so desperate and scared, anxious of you getting away from their love, they were... confident.

Like you and them were playing a cat-mouse game... and darling, you were about to lose the game. In the wrong turn, you were met with a dead end. And when you turned around, your beloved 5 robots were there.

"There you are, our one true love!" Rin exclaimed, a sickly smile on his face. His brothers were by his sides, all of them staring at you with sickly smirks and smiles, for they knew you couldn't escape again from their arms. "You got us worried there for a while... but we understand you might had needed some fresh air! But now, it is time to stop playing around and go back to our home, our one true love..."

It was getting difficult to breath, your eyes already full of tears as you tried to catch your breath, feeling your heart beating like crazy, like it was about to explode for how scared you were. Slowly, they made their way to you. Between sobbings and pleads, you were taken by 1010, forcing you to follow them, covering your mouth and eyes, holding your arms and legs, so their beloved song bird couldn't fly away from them again.

"It's all okay now, Darling... you made poor Eloni and Haym feel scared, and Zimelu and Purl-hew get anxious! I was even speechless! But it's all okay now. Our beloved and kind song bird~"

Rin, Zimelu, Purl-hew, Haym and Eloni chuckled, like they were making fun of your attempt at escaping. Soft and sweet chuckles, too sweet it was sick and made your stomach ache. You sobbed and tried to fight, but it was fruitless, they were stronger than you.

"Maybe you were feeling so claustrophobic in that room! Don't worry, Darling... we will get you a bigger room, that way all of us will be all comfortable with you! Doesn't that sound marvelous?" Rin said.

It made you want to throw up.

How would 1010 react if their darling tried to escape from them?

Oh, this will end so so sosososo bad for Darling! She's going to deal with not one yandere, but 5 yanderes! Let's see what happens! I did a small scenario. Let's go!

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, mentions of suffocation, mentions of kidnapping and being re-kidnapped, being chased down, no happy ending, light physical abuse (they hold you too tight it hurts!).

"Claustrophobia" (Yandere!1010 reacting to their Darling trying to escape).

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Your lungs were burning, and your legs hurt for how you were forcing yourself to keep running, never taking a small break because you knew not only your body would feel worse if you tried to keep running after 5 minutes of rest, but that... they would find you.

How could something so beautiful end so wrong?

It all began when Neon J hired you as 1010's personal secretary, you were tasked to always make sure their schedules were arranged, organized, etc. You were like a small watch that kept track of the times and hours, and if you weren't helping Neon J making schedules or doing papers, then you were with 1010.

You would be there to call them whenever a photo session was due to start in 30 minutes so they could get ready, or that in 15 minutes they should stop doing whatever they were doing so they could be ready for the charging hours, and so on. You always acted professional with them, smiling kindly to them and always answering to any question they had whatever activity or thing they had to do.

And slowly they fell in love with how attentive you were with all of them. And you never made any of them feel less! They had other secretaries before you, and sadly they played favoritism over them. From time to time Eloni would get ignored (as if he wasn't already dealing with some self esteem issues because of the hardcore fans) by an ex-secretary. Another secretary used to be all over Rin and Zimelu, and let's not talk about how another ex-secretary thought she had power over them to the point she would scream at them.

You weren't like them.

You had a heart.

You had kindness and a smile for each 5 of them.

Soon all 1010 looked forward to pass time with you. Whenever they were free from whatever fan meeting, dance practice or anything else, they invited you to have dinner with them, or simply chill with them!

They loved how you always cheered up Eloni whenever in the fan meetings he didn't got that many gifts. They loved how you were so serene and patient with Zimelu if he was in a sour mood. They loved you.

It started with small things, like little gifts and compliments whenever they were all alone with you, so you wouldn't think they were in their 'flirty band boys' persona in front of others. Then they started to invite you to have lunch with them, or take a walk with them, or be in their dance practice sessions. Little by little, they were gravitating around you, always close and always wanting to have you passing your time with them. And while it was part of your job... it was getting tiring.

It was like you were getting suffocated.

Could someone develop some kind of claustrophobia just thanks to people? You didn't knew.

But the problem kept boiling and boiling, it got worse when they confessed their love to you and you started dating them... to then be forced to stay hidden from the eyes of the people. Like you have been... kidnapped.

That's why you were running. So many nights had passed after they trapped you inside of your room in their shared home, and even when they cried and sang their love and devotion and obsession for you, by taking away your freedom and past life, by how sickly they were in love with you, it was weighting you down. You were going insane.

"Oh Darling~!" You heard Rin sang.

"Come back now!" You heard Zimelu yell.

"It is dangerous to be out there." You heard Purl-Hew say.

"You can't escape us!" You heard Haym chuckle.

"We are coming for you~" You heard Eloni sigh in love.

Even when you escaped and made them worry, fearing they would never see you again... they were all happy now, cheery even. Instead of sounding so desperate and scared, anxious of you getting away from their love, they were... confident.

Like you and them were playing a cat-mouse game... and darling, you were about to lose the game. In the wrong turn, you were met with a dead end. And when you turned around, your beloved 5 robots were there.

"There you are, our one true love!" Rin exclaimed, a sickly smile on his face. His brothers were by his sides, all of them staring at you with sickly smirks and smiles, for they knew you couldn't escape again from their arms. "You got us worried there for a while... but we understand you might had needed some fresh air! But now, it is time to stop playing around and go back to our home, our one true love..."

It was getting difficult to breath, your eyes already full of tears as you tried to catch your breath, feeling your heart beating like crazy, like it was about to explode for how scared you were. Slowly, they made their way to you. Between sobbings and pleads, you were taken by 1010, forcing you to follow them, covering your mouth and eyes, holding your arms and legs, so their beloved song bird couldn't fly away from them again.

"It's all okay now, Darling... you made poor Eloni and Haym feel scared, and Zimelu and Purl-hew get anxious! I was even speechless! But it's all okay now. Our beloved and kind song bird~"

Rin, Zimelu, Purl-hew, Haym and Eloni chuckled, like they were making fun of your attempt at escaping. Soft and sweet chuckles, too sweet it was sick and made your stomach ache. You sobbed and tried to fight, but it was fruitless, they were stronger than you.

"Maybe you were feeling so claustrophobic in that room! Don't worry, Darling... we will get you a bigger room, that way all of us will be all comfortable with you! Doesn't that sound marvelous?" Rin said.

It made you want to throw up.

💚✨Sweet Angel Baby✨💚

Yandere headcanons for the adorable green 1010 Eloni? Pretty please?✨💚✨🥺

Aye aye! Let's go with best green boiii!

Warning: Yandere behavior, obsessive actions and thoughts, delirious mindset, stalking.

Yandere!Eloni (Headcanons)

Fanart of Eloni (NSR) made by: Cycleoffates

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In the very first post I made about Yandere 1010, I said that (in my opinion) Eloni would be an obsessive, delirious yandere.

In whatever scenario (say darling actually meets him, doesn't meet him, works for him, doesn't work for him, etc.), Eloni will think both of you are friends.

Then best friends.

Then that you have a crush on him, just like he has one on you!

And finally, that both of you are lovers.

But... you, as the darling, only know that both of you are friends. Heck, you may even think both of you are acquaintances and nothing more!

Yeah, whenever you meet him, you greet him and smile with kidness.

And he does the same!

But those little mundane actions (that you do with others, too) are so meaningful: it means you like him, it means you love him.

And it makes his robotic heart beat so fast it makes him giggle and sigh in love!

Each of your little actions: how you glance at him, how you smile when you see him arrive, how you invite him to the conversations you're having with someone, how you ask him about his day, how you say to him "good day, good afternoon and good night" when you leave.

You're screaming how much you love him, in his mind.

He treasures everything.

Every single little thing.

Every single little word.

You're his. You love him. You think on him all the time as he thinks of you every single second of his existence.

You would actually catch on his delirious state whenever you two talk. Some things would slip from Eloni's lips without thinking, and you are sure... those things didn't happen or, at least, he wasn't there.

He would play off with some excuses, in the end making you think it may have just been a mistake...

But in reality, Eloni had been following you, imagining he was by your side doing whatever you were doing.

If you start a conversation with him or invite him to go somewhere, he's so full of energy!

And that energy still works in all the hours he passes stalking you.

And thinking about you.

And creating scenarios in his mind where both of you are lovers.

Those fake scenarios engrave themselves so deep in his system to the point Eloni believes they happened.

Eloni's delirious mindset might make him snap the day his romantic dream world starts to fall apart, when things are no longer going according to his mind or you're making him see the reality.

Let's hope the reality hits him so hard he can't move from his mental breakdown.

... or we won't see you for a long, long while, Darling...

Very well written 🫶

IMAGINE AVENTURINE WHO... (cw: kakegurui au, obsessive gambling, life and death situation/predicament, aventurine's obsessed, unhealthy power dynamic/s between both sides, possessiveness, yandere behavior)

... is well known in Penacony as one of the elite gamblers. AVENTURINE doesn't take a simple bet and runs with it, but makes it clear that if you ever play a game against him, he'll take it up to 10 notches.

... is called the 'compulsive gambler of Penacony', where students shiver at the mention of his name. Often, whoever gambles with him is met with a terrible end, citing that being near him is akin to a death wish with how possessed he acts.

... only desires a challenge. He dislikes gambling for the sake of money or power— he has enough and wants to spend it all until the day he dies. All he wants is the thrill, the one that would push him to the edge, constantly seeking for more.

... is an adrenaline junkie and makes those who goes against him rot in debt, becoming housepets in his journey of finding the one, but he had no luck. A shame, as he's a skilled gambler with many tricks and lady luck constantly gazing on his shoulder— until he met you.

... found you intriguing when you played a game of Craps, and although the stakes were rigged and against you, a newbie, you swept the floor with them and exposed them for their crimes. AVENTURINE found it more amusing when you stated, plain as day, "Those house pets of yours are going to need their lives back when they realize it's been rigged from day one."

... asked the other elites and even the president himself, SUNDAY, if he's ever heard of you. To his surprise, it was like no one has, and SUNDAY comments that AVENTURINE may be up to someone that doesn't exist anywhere. Not in the records, outside, or even the entirety of the country.

... began to become the regular of your regulars; who saw you in your games with others. He saw you win on them, exposing how they have seamlessly won those games despite it being against your favor, and turning it on their heads.

..., after studying your behavior and mannerisms, approached you for a little gamble. It isn't much, as all he wants is simply see what makes you tick.

... leads you into his office and you both take your seats, two sets of cards set in front of you. He even told you that the game you two will be playing is Blackjack— a staple of Penacony, he jokes, but you two know it's a lie.

... tells you that if you win, he'll let you in to the Elites and convince SUNDAY to stop pursuing your missing records. Everyone has been itching to get you to fall from grace, and he isn't letting them get their grimy hands onto your pretty face. Not if he has a say in it. However...

... tells you that if he wins, he'll have you as his personal housepet: a trophy to signify that you have fallen for a man that's feared by many.

... watches with a smile as the cards were taken from both sides, eagerly awaiting for the final verdict between you.

... knew it was only one round. Who knew he only has one chance to finally claim what is his.

... chuckles when he sees the results, his eyes gleaming with the sense of pride— to his loss or yours, no one shall ever know.

@.yxstxrdrxxm | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

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yandere!yuta okkotsu x reader

warnings: emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, implied violence, psychological trauma, disassociation, yandere themes

wc: 318

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he doesn’t yell when he’s angry.

that would be too easy.

yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.

he enjoys it.

he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”

he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.

but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.

every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.

“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”

he says he’s proud when I fall apart.

because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.

and when i stop fighting?

he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.

he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.

“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”

he calls it love.

but it’s not love.

it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.

“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”

i wasn’t peaceful.

i was gone.

Yandere Frieza anyone?

I was listening to the song 'Smoke and mirrors' by Jayn and made this, The proportions and lighting are pretty bad though.

"born under a bad sign"

— sukuna ryomen

tags ට yan sukuna, zombie apocalypse au, sukuna typical violence, slight gore (also typical), dubious consent, fingering, petting, dirty talk (are we even surprised), caretaker kink, minor infantilization, wildest backshots known to man, virgin reader

a/n ට baby's first ever fic <3 i've seen a lot of yan sukuna on my dash (1 & 2) and these ficlets/drabbles acted as my main source of inspiration. this wasn't at all how i imagined this to go, but i don't mind doing a second part at all. sukuna's probably occ but to me he's so sickingly sweet to you, and so violent to everyone else.

───⠀౨ৎ you puzzle around the reasons why sukuna would help you, of all people. why he didn't leave you to die. why he goes through the trouble. and then. and then he shows you. (3.6k wc)

the circumstances in which he stumbles upon you are purely accidental. sukuna swings down the hammer, relishes in the sick squelch of bone and sinew giving away and the feel of blood spattering back onto his face in wide arcs and the sight of you going very, very, still underneath him.

you had been so loud, before. screaming and whining and pleading for mercy. you're silent now. he wonders if you even dare to breathe. and that is how he finds it in himself to stop. to pull away. sukuna hasn't seen you yet, and he's curious to know what he's found.

slowly, with trembling, dainty little fingers, one of your hands reaches up to touch the dead mans shoulder. the tiniest of whimpers escapes you, hand spasming but managing enough of your strength to lift up and push the body away.

sukuna lets the hammer clatter noisily to the floor, smirk widening across his face at how you jump, shoulders raised and body tense with obvious fear. he crouches down, blood covered hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you in to him with one sudden move. you allow yourself to look at his hands, his clothes spattered in blood, and nothing else.

you tremble, head hanging low. sukuna's tongue traces his sharp teeth, content no longer with silence.

"won't you look at me, sweetheart?" he croons, hand smearing blood from your cheek. you tremble and shake some more, ready to burst out of your skin at the juxtaposition of his touch.

but you lift your head. you obey. you must be fighting against every wired instinct right now. the ones that tell you to run. to hide. he doesn't bother hiding the shuddering low moan when he sees you.

"oh, look at you, gorgeous, prettiest little thing i've ever seen" he says, pulling in closer. the blood coating your face does little to hide your shining wide bambi eyes, your full lips, the gentle swoop of your nose. he reaches out behind him, patting around for something to clean your face. "good girl, stay still. just like that"

sukuna's big hand is like a brand against your skin. he cups your chin, turns your head to the side. you make a loud strangled whimper, no doubt having seen what was left of your attacker. sukuna tuts, pulls you back to him, pets at your shoulders and the back of your head until you calm down.

when he turns your head again, you keep your eyes shut.

"wh-what's your. your name?" you say, shakily, eyes darting across his face, pretty brown hands curling and uncurling with anxiety. its clear that you're just looking for something to distract you. it's endearing. you're endearing. sukuna wants to carve out a hole inside his chest and shove you in it.

"sukuna." he says simply, eyes catching on a reflecting light. his thumb trails from the side of your neck now, down to your chest. and the small golden pin pressed into your bloodstained shirt. whistles in surprise. "waseda?"

you nod slowly, reaching for your pin again. sukuna lets you get close enough to grab it and then at the last second, holds it above your head.

his presses the pin back into your palm, and pets at your hair. "bet you would've fetched a pretty penny before all of this huh? sweet little girl like you. what'd you study in waseda, pretty girl?"

"law" you mumble, mouth struggling to form around the word. he barks out a loud laugh at that, petting at your face like one would a nervous kitten. your hands curl into your lap. "do—are you in...are you in school sukuna?"

another loud laugh. he manages to sound mocking and sweet all at once and his voice stuffs your head with cotton. "no, sweet girl. not in school"

"oh." you swallow around nothing again, voice quiet. you don't want to know what he did, before. you aren't sure you'll be able to stomach the answer. silence stretches between the two of you once more, and you know he's waiting for something. "do you have any water?"

sukuna smirks, teeth glinting in the low light. doesn't say anything at all. your mind puzzles over your words, searching for an error. you frown, peering over at him question dancing on your tongue.

he says nothing still. and his hand encloses around yours, pulls it into his lap. he traces over your fingers and up to your wrist, up some more—to your forearm. his other hand reaches for the hammer, still bloody, still wet, as he stands to his feet and pulls you up with him.

you have no choice, but to follow him. you're weak, physically, emotionally, mentally—you never would have been able to survive on your own.

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you wrack your brain, searching for a reason.

before, your family had money. sukuna would have been compensated heavily for his time, for his odd stroke of generosity—no matter the violent steps taken in between. but your family is in america, and you are here, in japan. tears bead at your waterline and you're quick to brush them away but they won't stop falling. they fall faster than your hands can move and you curl into yourself.

sukuna raps his knuckles against the door loudly. waits a moment and then pushes both of you inside. its a bit nicer than what you would assume a man like sukuna—the type of bash a mans head in with you still underneath him—would enjoy. but then it breaches your mind in a moment of painstakingly clarity. you don't know him at all.

"are you going to kill me?" you ask through your tears, shuddering and shaking. maybe sukuna's the sick sort of man you've studied in your textbooks. the kind that like's to draw the violence out, so that it'll hurt more. there's a word for that kind of man.

it's been. it's been days, you think. a week, at most. together, you've encountered a dozen zombies. each time is the same. he pushes you behind him, kills them all quickly and the first time, you threw up. sukuna petted at your hair, crooning softly at you—tells you he'll take care of you. he'll make them go away.

"do you want me to kill you?" sukuna asks instead, smirking. he gestures for you to follow, beckoning you forwards with two fingers.

you shake your head, and then when you realize he can't exactly see, garble out a shaky, "no, b—but why would you help me if i can't. i can't give you anything"

a bathroom is where he's led you to. sukuna drags a small stool over using his foot, plants himself down on it. your mouth parts in surprise when the water turns on, sloshing loudly against the tub.

sukuna hums, tugs you forward—dragging you into his lap. he doesn't answer you, not yet, hands reaching up to tug your shoes off, then your socks. massages his bloodstained hands into your calves, skirting up to your knobby knees and higher still to unbutton your long skirt.

you make a small sound of objection, pushing your legs closed as your breath quickens. "sukuna? what are you, stop please?"

the hand that had been bracing you in his lap reaches down to push your legs apart, easily too easily, and when you try to squirm the hand unbuttoning your skirt hooks around your waist. pulls you back in. one swat against your thigh, underneath the fabric pooling around your waist has you stilling against him.

"just gettin' you clean, pretty girl" he says, petting your sides and your stomach. "gotta take a bath"

"s-sukuna" you hate the way your voice tapers off into a whimper, pushing at his arm again. "i can. i can bathe myself"

there's a snorting sound in your ear, rumbling deep from his chest. one of his hands reaches into your skirt, cups your ass, massages you through your plain cotton panties. and his other hand dances up to your hip, reaches up to hook thick fingers around the bands of your skirt and panties—tugging them down to your knees and then dropping them on the floor.

he makes another amused sound when your hands jump to cover your exposed mound. "you can't do anything by yourself. not if i don't help you"

your mouth pulls into a frown, anger swirling inside you. he says it like he knows you. like its the absolute truth. "that's not true. i can"

sukuna ignores you. like you're a child. reaches up under your shirt to unhook your bra, massaging your small breasts. then again at your spine. pulls your blazer off, then takes special care in buttoning each and every button on your shirt. reaches a hand over to turn the water off, to sprinkle in salts. he's methodical, sure in his movements.

the room fills with the smell of flowers, of almonds and honey. your naked, shivering in his lap from the cold and from the fear strumming along your nerves.

he could break you, but he handles you so gently. you find that your body is as taught as a wire. you wonder how long it'll take for that gentleness to go away. for him to hurt you. to kill you, even though he hasn't said he will.

"isn't that better?" he asks, kneeling beside the tub, washcloth running over your skin. the dirt and sweat and grime washes away from your skin, water turning a murky brown. "i know what you need, sweetheart. i'll take care of you. soft little thing like you, bet you spend your entire life being taken care of."

and then—and then he pulls away. you go to wrap your arms around your middle, thankful that it's over. that that's all he wanted. that your still alive.

your stomach lurches for an entire different reason when you hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper, loud in the quiet room. you hang your head, breathe loudly through your nose and wait. a handful of minutes pass by and then sukuna's hands grab at your waist, lifting you up enough for him to join you.

you turn around, facing his chest. a part of you is surprised that he let you. its becoming apparent to you now that you're going to be doing a lot less of what you want, now. the other part, bigger, pressing, is upset. angry. shameful. why are you giving up so easily? why aren't you fighting back?

the answer hurts more than you'd like to admit. you've never fought back. always gave up so easily. you do what your parents want, act how they think you should. make friends with the people your advisors approve of. sukuna had been so shamefully close to the truth—without anyone calling the shots for you, you're afraid of how little you know yourself.

"i can help" you say softly, grabbing the small washcloth from his hands. really, in all honestly, you just want this to be over faster. don't want him to draw it out anymore. "i can do some things"

sukuna hums, hand reaching out to play with your hair.

he's got a lot of tattoos. and he's big, with huge muscles, hard planes that seem to stretch on for miles. there's nicks, tiny scrapes and cuts and littering of scars everywhere.

"you can do some things," agrees sukuna, once you've finished and the water drains from the tub. he's naked still, and now there water isn't there to hide anything. but he's so large, everywhere, the scent of him filling up your head. "would you like to do something for me, sweet girl?"

you have an inkling of what he wants, and your twist your hands in your lap. you have no choice, even if he phrases it like you do. he could toss you back out there, with the dead roaming the streets, bloodshot and thirsty and eager. so you nod, and climb into his lap, tucking your face into his neck—legs spreading out on either side of his hips when he pushes a hand onto your lower back.

"if you'll be good, i can be good." sukuna says, tracing the knobs on your spine.

you swallow, afraid to ask, but knowing that you must. "you wwon't—you won't let. others?"

"smart girl. good girl, it'll be just me. no other man could take care of you like i could." sukuna's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, spreads your legs apart to look down at your cunt. you've got ugly hips, like a boy. and you don't shave, and you hope the sparse layer of hair isn't enough to turn him off. you want him to like what he sees. so he. so he can take care of you. your stomach clenches painfully when he presses the flat of his palm on your hipbone.

"you got a boyfriend, pretty girl?"

you shake your head, still tucked into his neck as he continues his caressing and petting. his fingers inch closer to your cunt, rubbing at the outer lips.

sukuna smirks. you can feel it rather than see it. "of course you don't, good girl like you. probably focused on your studies. my little lawyer girl. fuck, sweetheart, you've got such a pretty little cunt. you touch yourself? use your words"

"y-yes—sometimes" you reply, hips jerking as his fingers pet around your clit. you can hear yourself breathing heavier now, and its so shameful, you're dirty—nasty. your parents would be so ashamed of you.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. it's so so gentle, you think you could cry. "with your fingers, sweet girl?"

you nod against his skin again, but remember that he wants you to talk. to use words. you swallow around a soft sound, trying to close your legs. "yes. but—b-but not my fingers...i tried, and it didn't—it didn't feel, it was okay but..."

god. you hate the way your voice cracks and breaks. how you fumble and trip over words. he must think you stupid now, inept, and your scared you're turning him off, that he might go soft. you clamp your mouth shut, screwing your eyes closed with a tapering whimper as he continues to pet around your pussy.

you're getting wetter, slicking up nicely. sukuna drags your slick to your hole, pets around it. returns back to your clit and rubs faster—at an intensity you would've shied away from if it was just you. a sound escapes you, and you're desperate to choke it down, hips bucking up into his touch.

sukuna swats at your ass, not hard enough to hurt. but a warning. the next sound you make, you don't bother trying to cover it up. his fingers flick at your clit in reward, and then his middle finger begins to press inside.

"there we go, good girl, relax for me, fuck, you're so tight" he sounds like he's putting his cock in your...in your cunt. and not, not his fingers. you whimper, nails pricking into his skin when his thumb returns to your clit. he pulls out, presses back in, other hand guiding your hips down into a slow rhythm. "that feel good?"

"yyeah" you sigh, making another high noise when a second finger presses in next to the first. he's speeding up now, and the sound of slick spurting out of your cunt, his fingers slamming up into your hole, stretching you out and its so—its so dirty but he isn't stopping, and had your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders. he's reminded of a cat sticking its nails into its owner, and thats you, you're his little kitten, gushing slick all over his hands, making little uhuhuh noises, endless whimpers and gasps of his name. "su-su'kuna, 'kuna! ohhh, uh, uh—'kuna"

sukuna throws his head back, cock so hard its throbbing. like he could cum. like he could cum and all he's got is two fingers inside your weeping cunny. if you sound like this now, if you're arching like this now, hips bucking up and legs kicking like this now—

"fuck baby, thereee you go" he goads, thumb reaching up to massage at your clit. the coil in your lower belly tightens up, faster and faster and sweat burns down your neck and you can tell you're about to come and you try to—you try to get the words out, hand that was previously clawing at his skin reaching down to try and push his hand away. but sukuna's stronger than you, not stopping, grunting out in your ear "can't wait to get inside this cunt. gonna fuck her so good, gonna give my sweet girl what she needs, shit, baby, listen to you, sound so pretty—you're such a good girl. gonna cream around me so good. go ahead and cum pretty, let go, i'll take care of it"

that feeling draws up, tighter and tighter and to fight back a scream, you bite down on his neck, panting wetly against his skin. your legs kick out, squirming wildly in his lap and your orgasms crashes into you like a freight train.

sukuna—he. he keeps his promise. takes care of it, talks you through it, fingers still pumping inside and stretching you out. presses sweet kisses to the side of your face, doesn't even seem to feel your teeth digging in, free hand running up and down your spine. laughs, whenever you seem to come back to it.

his hand reaches up, pats your ass softly. "on your stomach baby, good girl"

it would have been harder, you think, if you hadn't already cum. but you're pliant, going easily to your stomach. you can feel his hands, hot like firey brands, pulling you up to your knees, gripping tightly onto your hips. he cants his cock up against your pussy, swipes it through your slick before reaching down to guide it inside.

your mouth parts on a loud moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. he's so much bigger than his fingers, wide and girthy—filling you up so well. he pulls out, pushes in a little more, repeats the process until his balls push up against your ass with a soft smack that has you both groaning out.

his hands fall back to your hips, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. you let out a loud yelp, almost pained, sensitive from just cumming and he's thrusting into you with short, hard jerks of his hips, cock hitting your sweet spot so well, breaths coming out of you in aborted little gasps. you fall forwards into the pillows, moaning louder now and sukuna doesn't slow down—but he speeds up, goes harder, grunting softly underneath your whiny and wet noises.

"ffffuck, fuck, baby, yeah. good fucking girl. knew this'd be the tightest little cunt. squeezin me so tight, pretty girl" pours the dirty words from his mouth as his balls smack loudly against your ass. your cunt squelches, so wet from your orgasm and getting wetter still. your hands fly to his arms, whining, pushing blindly at him. its too much, too fast—you can't take it, and you whine again, hands clawing at the sheets trying to—"no, no, fuck. don't run from it baby. c'mon you can take it, i know my good girl can take it"

you can't speak, so you shake your head wildly, jerking forwards hard enough that his cock slips out and that makes you moan like... like a whore, turning on your side to catch your breath. but its only for a second, before sukuna's back, guiding you onto your front with a soft cooing noise—slipping back inside.

its a different angle now, with his arm around your waist, keeping your ass nice and pert against his cock as he drills into your weepy cunt. dirty talk spews from his mouth, telling you to take it, telling you how good you are, how tight your cunny is clamping around his cock. calls you a whore, a slut, and you whine loudly at that, hands spasming in the sheets as you shake your head wildly.

"i-i'm not," you protest, pushing your ass back, "not a slut, 'kuna, not—i'm not, please, pleasepleasepleaseples—"

sukuna laughs, sounding dark and sarcastic. "no, baby, i'm sorry—fuck, you're not a slut, just fffuck, you're just so good for me aren't you? sweet girl, taking it so well, pussy's so good baby, i'll keep you forever. keep you right here on my cock, mm. wanted to be gentle for my sweet girl, i'll treat her right next time—"

his thrusts send you up the bed, headboard knocking against the wall, and you can feel his face shove into the sheets next to your head as he speeds up. he's close to cumming, he tells you as his fingers intertwine with yours. he squeezes your hand tight, grunting lowly in your ear before pulling out so fast your body crumples to the bed like dead weight. he jerks his cock quickly, spurting cum over your ass and lower thighs.

you cough, swallow around your slightly hoarse throat. "they...su-'kuna, what if they...heard? and they come?"

sukuna's hands caresses your flank, every inch of bare skin he can reach. "didn't i tell you i'd take care of it sweetheart?"

you think you manage to nod, fighting against your eyes slipping shut. and you think, you think sukuna laughs again, promises again that he's not letting you go. and your heart clenches when you realize what it had been, the reason he had helped you in the first place.

and it makes you feel gross, makes you feel used. like a whore. and you fall into sleep. and the last thought on your mind is, he'll take care of it.

Yandere Childe Fanfic Idea

Okay so Imagine a Yandere chan and Info chan dynamic between him and reader.

Basically, he's a lovesick psycho who would do anything for his crush, and you offer to help him. All he needs to do in returns is plant bugs everywhere so you can gather information not just for yourself, but to help him aswell. What you don't know though, is that he's killing and mudrering everyone for you.

So to anyone who's willing to write this, please do and tag me bcs I'm honestly curious on how this would go.

hey, it's just some stupid thought before bed. But just imagine: you (reader) are a powerful vampire from some noble family. yes, it was all a long time ago. And here is our Ninjago City. You no longer burn with the desire to senselessly kill people and forcefully drink their blood, nowadays you just work from home, sleep, drink blood (which you stole from the hospital ……) and again work 24/7. Everything would be fine, so it could go on for all eternity. Until you meet Cole on a dark night. A werewolf that doesn't seem to just leave you alone. He follows you on your heels, knows your address, all your social networks, the fact that you are a vampire does not bother him. And you think he's probably in love with you. How could he not fall in love with someone like you??? Your intimidating height (I JUST SO LOVE LONG Y/N), your tired face (damn you've been working for 10 years without a vacation already..), your strength (God I saw you defeat those snakes..). He's just a small and painfully in love werewolf. But you are too tired for all this and just try to ignore all the thousands of messages from some Black Ninja, cute flowers (which you throw away anyway because you don’t like them), all the gifts at the door (you only take hard alcohol and expensive cigarettes), those obsessive notes (you throw them in the trash). Last time, I think he left a bottle of blood.. Was that his???? You are just a very tired vampire who wants to live in peace and kick this werewolf out of his office.

I use a translator so there may be errors here haha

Hi! Could you do Iida yandere headcanons? If it can be sfw and nsfw it would be lovely, thank you <3

Of course! I love Iida and I think his brand of yandere would be pretty interesting :x He crosses me as a guilty, self aware type of yandere.

It got kind of angsty, just to warn you ;;;;; The first chunk of headcanons are SFW, and then towards the end I indicate when the NSFW starts.

Yandere!Iida Headcanons

He's absolutely terrified of his own possessive urges when it comes to you. The more he falls for you, the more he wants to keep you all to himself, to the point where he wants to hide you away from others. He's aware that it isn't normal, let alone something a good hero would do. No, that sounds rather villainous, actually. It's something Iida struggles with a lot. He strives to be a good person, worthy of the name Ingenium. He wants to be someone his family and the people around him can be proud of, he wants you to be proud to be with him. The darker, uglier side of him causes him a lot of distress, and he wonders sometimes, when you look at him, if you can see the darkness there. It makes him sick to consider it.

He ends up going to Tensei for advice. "Can you love someone too much?" and Tensei, thinking it's just Tenya, his earnest and good baby brother Tenya, being an overthinker, laughs off his concerns. He assures Tenya that there's no way he could ever love someone too much, and that love should be given to that special someone as freely as possible. Poor Tensei doesn't see the darkness in his little brother's heart, he doesn't understand what he just endorsed.

Iida still tries to hold back with you, still strives to be that good hero he wants to be. But he gradually slips deeper and deeper.

He meddles in your affairs. He views you as helpless (regardless of how competent you actually are) and finds ways to take tasks away from you, discouraging you from taking on too many (if any) responsibilities, insisting that it's for your own good, and he truly believes it. You might find yourself gradually losing more of your agency.

If you're also a hero, the absolute, white hot rage he feels when a villain manages to hurt you is hard for him to contain. He barely manages to stop himself from hunting the villain down (reminding himself, over and over, what he promised himself after the Stain incident). If he's on the scene with you, he's brutal with his interference, his engines roaring as he takes the villain down quickly and with excessive force so he can reach your side. His blood rushes in his ears and you look so frighteningly fragile to him. Why did you choose this life? It's not suited to you at all, it's much too dangerous. He wants to hide you away more than ever, lock you away from everything that can even think of hurting you.

Iida eventually spirals further down into his obsession with you, and it's tragic. This isn't the person he wanted to be. But as he takes away more of your agency, isolates you more, and eventually steals you away completely, he becomes almost resigned to it. Because the other option is letting you go, and he can't do that, selfish as that is.

If you grow scared of him, become angry with him or disgusted by his possessive nature, he feels awful about it, but he only clings to you tighter, fruitlessly begging for your love and forgiveness.

NSFW

Iida's almost frantic when he fucks you, holding you tight, engines revving, thrusting quick and deep. It's like he thinks you'll disappear on him if he lets you go. He whispers apologies into your skin, eyes misty. He feels like a pervert how much he wants you, the lust you inspire in him.

He wants to bite and mark you, paint your skin with his claim on you, but he can never bring himself to do so, not wanting to maul you like a beast. However, he leaves bruises from his grip sometimes, around your wrists as he holds you down, pressing you into the mattress as his hard body bears down flush against you. Or when he grips your hips and pulls you insistently onto his cock. He always feels bad when he sees them, but deep down it's satisfying, they're proof that you're his.

If it reaches the point where you know about Iida's possessive nature, where he stops denying it and he takes you away, he'd never force you to do anything in the bedroom. But it doesn't stop him from wanting you, so much that it hurts, so much that he can't hide it. The littlest things about you arouse him, and though he'd keep his distance, you're constantly aware of the heated stares he sends your way, the tent in his pants as he hurriedly excuses himself from the room. You hear him in the bathroom sometimes, the undeniable sound of him pleasuring himself, your name on his lips. Your dirty clothes disappear sometimes, returning to you freshly washed and neatly folded, and you know what they've been through.

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