#cici🏹

[ciciyup]

Yandere! Apollo X Fem! Human reader headcanons.

cw: Little nsfw, obsession, possessiveness, dark themes, cheating? (I don't know how I should categorize it, but it's not a direct hoax), angst, kidnapping, forced marriage.

🏹 a/n: This is the first yandere! What do I do, I hope I did well. I was feeling quite inspired so I think a little story formed as well.

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Apollo has never been one to worry, he is the epitome of beauty, no other God in the pantheon was as beautiful as he was. Being surrounded by women and men who are not only there beside him, but also queue for his attention, is something Apollo enjoys, attention and all eyes on him was something he loved.

He doesn't need to lower himself and have less, he must have all the best, that includes the most beautiful people, which was not a problem. Nymphs, goddesses and even mortals, rained down on him in droves, although the latter could not matter less to him.

Sometimes, among the millions of mortals that inhabited the earth, Apollo chose those who could stand out the most and had a unique beauty to take them with him. Sure they had always been adventures, he had fun with them, but that was all.

On one of his many trips around the earth he found you. He saw you picking oranges from a large tree, carefully storing them in your basket that was almost full. You were... Perfect. Your hair moved in time with the pleasant breeze of the day, your eyes were brighter than the stars, your smile could heal sore eyes, your voice was like hearing the singing of angels. You were so beautiful.

He didn't care much about you at first if he had to admit it. You seemed very common, very normal, just another mortal woman, however, something made him go to you. He didn't need to do much, just introduce himself and talk nonsense. You were nothing but nice and kind, you offered to help him find his way if he was lost, you asked him if he was hungry and offered him an orange.

He just looked for silly excuses to make more time and get to know you better, he lamented when you told him that your family was waiting for you and you couldn't stay. He watched your form as you left his vision until you were lost, your beautiful floral dress disappearing into the crowd and being replaced by sad shades of colors from people walking on their own path.

What made you so special? Was it the way you were so kind and modest with everyone else? Was it the way you saw things? Apollo, not having enough, kept seeing you regularly on different occasions, strangely always appearing out of nowhere when you were alone in some places or doing your own tasks. At first, it didn't seem strange to you, you thought it was just a coincidence, which made Apollo take advantage of your naivety even more.

Apollo thought you would fall at his feet as soon as he saw you, he wouldn't even need three days to leave you enchanted, but then it happens and he hits reality. He discovers that you are not interested in him in the slightest, at least not in the way he wants. You don't even worship the gods, you're not interested in them, you don't bring offerings or pray to them like other mortals. You don't lose yourself in him, you don't beg for attention, you don't adore him, you just see him as if he were just another man and that made Apollo's blood boil.

So when Apollo proposes to you and to go with him, you politely decline, feeling flattered, but refusing because you don't love him and you don't feel the same way. Apollo's face contorts, his brow furrows quickly and he tries to hide his inner side as best he can. His ego felt hurt, was he rejected by a mere mortal?

You move on with your life, Apollo seemed to have taken it well and wasn't upset, that's what you believed after he left. When you think everything is fine, he arrives silently to take what is his, what belonged to him from the beginning. No more games, there would be no more facades of the just and understanding God, he lets the true face of the coin come to light, then you don't have time to react.

He takes you, sees you walking towards your house and surprises you there. Your basket falls with a thud and the fruit falls scattered all over the floor, but no one else was there anymore.

Upon arriving at his kingdom, Apollo introduces you to it as your new home, showing you all the places keeping you close, holding your wrist so you wouldn't run away, even though there was nowhere to run, you were too far from earth and you wouldn't be coming back, he would make sure of that.

You resist for a long time, you don't want to talk to him or look at him or kiss him or touch him, you don't want his presence. Apollo doesn't want to be mean to you, he really doesn't, but your impertinence pissed him off, and when you didn't learn things there were consequences.

He pushes you into a room after you refused to sleep with him in what would be your shared room, the room was cold and almost empty, it had a mirror and a small couch, it didn't seem to be very frequented by anyone, since you could even see cracks in the walls. He dared to leave you there for almost four days, without seeing you even once, without leaving you food or water or any other basic resources, and when he decided to see you, believing that you had learned your lesson, he found you on the floor of the room almost dying.

You were pale, your lips dry, you could barely move, your stomach hurt from the lack of food and your throat was crying out for some water.

As he carried you to his shared room and laid you there, as he watched you eat the food voraciously and drink more than six glasses of water, as he watched you rest covered by the finest and warmest blankets on his bed, yes, now you would learn that things would be his way, you had no say in any decision, you would only focus on him.

And even after you became his beloved, faithful and devoted wife with the finest jewelry and the most beautiful dresses, he would remain the same, not even for you would he change. As you sat on a rock in front of the beautiful landscape of the place thinking about everything he had taken from you, Apollo was no less than a meter away from you in the hot springs with the nymphs at his side, each one laughing and talking to him, hugging and tracing his chest with their thumbs at the slightest opportunity. He relaxed with each one, every now and then, ignoring your presence, ignoring your pain.

Still, he refused to let you go. He didn’t care about silly nymphs, they were just for hanging out and feeling adored, if he didn’t have you he had nothing. He wanted you by his side, in the hot springs, on another throne next to him, in meetings with other gods, he wanted you.

It was only a matter of time, he would fuck you so hard you would carry his child and then he would finally have you with no chance of escape. He would take you every night in his marital bed and fill your belly until it was full and swollen, he would bury himself deep inside you to fill you again and again with his seed and he would claim you. You were his. You were from the first moment he saw you.

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🏹 a/n: I didn't think I would like it so much but in the end I really liked the result. I wrote it in less than two hours, although it is revised I am sorry if there are any errors. I was thinking of doing more yandere! For other characters, I like the theme. I have ideas for the next one so wait for it (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

—cici🏹

[wolfytae-exe]

Here's a thought for your possible drabbles: who in txt would get off on you scrolling on your phone while they eat you out like you're not that interested?

This was inspired by Ada and I miss her. I hope she is doing well and can come back soon

I'd like to request to be 🏹 anon :)

i was about to delete this ask because i knew i would be able to get to it in time but i wanna let you know, ofc you can be 🏹 anon 🫶🏽

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[ciciyup]

Yandere! Poseidon X Fem! Human reader headcanons.

cw: Dark themes, toxicity, kidnapping, forced marriage, possessiveness, abuse, angst, little nsfw.

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Poseidon didn't like humans, he hated them. They were liars, hypocrites, violent, they destroyed everything they touched. Everything about them was wrong. There were plagues and he didn't care in the least about their fate.

He hated it when mortals threw trash on the beach, the water was covered in dirt, the sand was full of bags, groceries and more things where you could barely walk. Those filthy mortals dared to dirty their mares without thinking about the consequences, they were disgusting.

Sometimes, when the beach was empty, he would come to the surface and look around. He would look at the cleanest sand, he would look at the clearest water, he would look at you. She was just another ordinary mortal woman, but for some reason he would see you in the mornings recognizing the trash in the sand until the place was cleaner, he would see you in the afternoons swimming alone in the sea; Your hair floated in the water and shone in the sunlight, your white dress clung to your body as you entered the water, leaving your figure shining, your eyes closed calmly as you felt the touch of the sea.

Why were you doing all that? Why take the time? Even after you left and left everything clean, someone would come and dirty it again, then you were there the next day cleaning up again.

Poseidon watched you closely, he wanted to see what kind of person you were, and the more he did, the more he felt attracted to you. He felt disgust, him feeling attracted to an inferior being? He didn't even dare to repeat the question out loud.

I watched your wide, open eyes as he stood before you, he was nothing but cold and self-centered when he spoke to you, and yet you treated him with such kindness and sweetness. You tried to soften your heart with your words and actions, you wanted to see his soft side, not his hard shell. Poseidon never let you see him, he never showed it to anyone and he wouldn't for a mere mortal, but there were little things, always sitting close to you while he talked to you, paying attention to your words, looking intently at every detail of your face, that was how he showed it.

However, Poseidon had much darker feelings than he had ever shown you. He felt an incredible need for possession as soon as he saw you talking to someone else, he felt his chest squeeze when your dress was lifted by the strong wind revealing more than your legs, he felt a strong need to take you and take you with him so that you would never see the disgusting beings of your kind again.

He offered you everything. He offered you the whole world. He offered you trips around the world, the brightest jewels, the most luxurious clothes, immortality, all if you stayed by his side and you simply rejected him. You didn't love him, you didn't want to be with someone who was so cold. Fuck love. Poseidon hated you. He hated the fact that he was rejected by a mortal, a leech, a being inferior to him.

From there any trace of pity in him disappeared completely, if at any moment you thought of the slightest possibility of him coming out a little soft for you you quickly dismiss it. Is that what you wanted?

He takes you by force, pushing your body into the sand and lifting your dress, fucking you hard as the waves crashed against the rocks and the seagulls flew above you. There was not a sign of pleasure on his face, he was like a stone. He did not sigh, he did not gasp, he did not moan, he did not say a word, he only watched as your face contorted and your body writhed beneath him, hearing your weak pleas for mercy and your low sobs when he finishes and withdraws from you without feeling even a shred of pity for you.

Living with Poseidon is not easy, as he is determined to force you to stay in his home without the possibility of going out even for fresh air. His hand doesn't shake at all, are you complaining? You don't have any rights or opinions anymore, he's the one who will decide for you, so behave if you don't want to suffer the consequences.

You don't want to escape, oh, you really don't, the first and last time you tried he broke your legs. The exhaustion and resentment you feel towards him won't stop him from taking you, he'll force you to be intimate with him in every way. He doesn't care how you feel, it's all about his pleasure. You must do what he wants, just make sure to please him and don't make him angry, he'll manipulate you either mentally or physically when he doesn't get what he wants.

He wants to have you with him all the time, but at the same time it bothers him when you stick so close to him, he takes you to meetings with other gods ready to kill anyone who sees you in a different light, but at the same time he humiliates you and complains to his brother Hades about how annoying it can be to be married to a mortal.

He's not interested in other women, he couldn't care less whether they want him or not, yet he does nothing when some goddess comes near him nor does he make any effort to separate her, whether he's with you or not.

The deities were hypocrites, always hiding in the dark, always looking you up and down when you came, always mumbling around you, always having something to say about why one of the most powerful gods had married a mortal, didn't he hate them? Then the deities fall silent when they know he's there, but they speak again when it's just you.

The goddesses always look at you with disdain, they had everything and you were a poor little ant, why didn't he choose them? They make sure to let you know out loud how lucky you are. How lucky to be the chosen one. How lucky to be married to the God of the sea, one of the most powerful gods. How lucky.

Even after the sea was at your feet, the ring glistening on your ring finger, your bitter lips tasting ambrosia, his piercing eyes on you the whole time, he didn't give back everything he stole from you. Everything you once had seemed so far away because now the only future you had was with Poseidon, until the end.

Him is so cold. But that's how the tyrant of the seas was, you had to get used to it, right? Because now you were his wife, the woman who would be with him for hundreds of millions of years, and he expected you to play the role.

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[ciciyup]

The Maid.

cw: nsfw, obscenity, cheating, blowjob, masturbation, dirty talk, slight overstimulation if you close your eyes, power imbalance.

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Standing on tiptoe you shake the shelf of the library that is quite high for your bad luck, at least this was better than cleaning in the kitchen. Being in the library was not so bad, it was quite quiet, you could work calmly without having to be rushed by the other servants or get so dirty. You stretch your arm a little further to get behind the shelf where there is a little dust and some cobwebs visible, your duster successfully catches them leaving the furniture cleaner than it seemed. You can feel a light scent of cologne flood your nostrils, you don't know it, but you know it is extremely expensive, a soft and pleasant aroma. You don't dare to turn around because you know that he is behind you, no word is said and his movements are as silent and fast as if he hadn't been there in the first place. Behind you he looks at your back and his eyes scan the worn maid uniform, did it look shorter today? Vincent smiles quietly to himself and the sound of his shoes hitting the finely decorated floor tiles can be heard all around the place. He carefully approaches the shelf you are cleaning on and places a red hardcover book along with the others following the pattern of books of the same size and color. His eyes observe you in detail, wanting to analyze you, his lips widen in a soft and reassuring smile, but the least you feel when you are near him is calm.

—Am I not interfering? —Vincent asks still looking at her with strangely kind eyes that do nothing but seem like he is hiding something. You quickly shake your head although you shake your head again this time with your voice not wanting to seem too rude to your master, after all he had given you a chance to work in his mansion, the least you could do was be polite.

—No, don't worry, Earl Phantomhive, I was just finishing up —you shake your head a couple more times before standing properly, your feet starting to hurt after standing on tiptoe for so long after cleaning that shelf.

—Excellent. You see, I need you to clean my desk in the office, it's a bit untidy underneath. Maybe after your main tasks —he asks, his soft voice echoing in your head.

—Of course, master —losing count of how many times you had already nodded, you do it again. You answer him obediently which makes him smile even more and now it's him who nods and then leaves.

You watch him leave with elegant steps, you observe his expensive suit and how well it looked on him, a perfectly ironed black suit without a single stain, you watch how he caresses his son's head affectionately before going up the stairs to return to his workplace and his son laughs jovially leaving by his side. For some reason ever since Vincent Phantomhive had hired you, after you had almost begged him with your words how difficult it was to find a job in your circumstances, as the days passed the tension between you was more than evident to anyone who paid attention, but most of the time it only came from him. Every time he was close he would very discreetly brush against you and he found a way to do it perfectly to end up apologizing as if it had been an accident or like when he watched you from afar while you were doing your chores, like that time at the family dinner when you had to help serve the dishes with other servants and when serving him his hand brushed your thigh or maybe the many times he spoke to you in a peculiar way that he didn't do with any other servant. You were aware that he had a family, two adorable children and a beautiful wife, but still your mind couldn't help but wander and imagine what it would feel like to touch his hands, they looked warm, kiss his seductive lips and other things that a lady shouldn't think about in those times. You push away any other thoughts before they get worse and decide to continue with your tasks. The bookshelf was already clean, the next thing that followed was… oh, yes, the kitchen.

When you knock on the door you can hear a “come in” from inside the room, with that signal you open the door and close it behind you, as you approach the desk you see Vincent sitting there reading some papers, you can’t understand what he says so you clear your throat before speaking and bowing slightly.

—Earl Phantomhive, I’ve come to clean your desk, I’m sorry for the inconvenience —you watch him and for a few moments his eyes don’t seem to leave his papers, but he seems to listen to you before turning to you and giving you a nod. Bending down to the level of the bottom of the desk, you notice the dust and small mold spots in some parts, sighing silently you grab a white cloth and begin to remove the stains, forced to go further into the back of the desk. You jump a little when you see Phantomhive's legs crossed in front of your face, his black, polished shoes make it so you can see part of your face in them, you try not to pay attention to that and continue with your work, you jump again when his legs separate and open a little revealing a not very marked bulge between his crotch, you swallow quickly and your body tenses when he says your name.

—Yes, master? —You turn to him and your head peeks out from under the desk as you look at him expectantly.

—There's dust on my clothes —His eyes look at you and then point to his pants, there were traces of dust on his thighs and legs, he seemed to have gotten a little dirty while you were shaking.

—I'm sorry, Earl Phantomhive, I... I clean it? —You ask with doubt and embarrassment in your tone of voice, which makes him raise an eyebrow and smile.

—Yes, clean it —he watches you carefully as you move closer under the desk until you reach his pants and carefully begin to wipe the dust with another clean cloth.

He seems amused, but you think the opposite, you are suffering an internal attack at this, but you decide to hide it with your modest facade. You finish slower than you thought and retreat from under the desk, straightening up you shake your uniform a little, removing the dust and dirt from the floor. You are picking up the cleaning supplies when he stops you dead in your tracks. Your name comes out of his lips again making your chest tighten.

—Come, come here —his voice seemed more melodious than usual, his eyes seem disturbing as he watches you from his seat.

—Yes, master? —standing in front of him you play with the tip of your uniform before looking at him again.

—I want you to do me a favor… I've been feeling quite overwhelmed with so much work, I need to relax, could you help me with that? —his eyes scan you as he leans his back against the chair.

—Do you need me to get you something? —you ask hesitantly. It's a stupid question, his eyes seem to want something more, it's always like that, it seemed like he was playing a game with you. Standing up, he takes a few steps towards you and looks at you with a charming smile.

—You're not silly, are you? —he asks, looking into her eyes, his smile widening even more.

—No, master —you deny murmuring, your gaze deviates for a moment, but remains with his.

—Then you know what I want —his voice suddenly rises at his words, he smiles when you nod. His hand runs along the bottom of your uniform and lifts it up a little before looking at you. You look back at him as you begin to squat down to unbutton his pants, carefully freeing his cock that seems to get bigger the more you touch him.

You hold him in your hands and pump him a little before caressing his tip with your fingertips, you stick your tongue out and lick around it, your hands carefully masturbating him while you suck on the tip, he tenses up even while standing and one hand rests against his desk. With more confidence you take as much of his cock as you can into your mouth sucking hard, your tongue makes small circles around the tip making him gasp and bring a hand to your hair caressing it. You spit a little to better prepare him, your head moves up and down with quick movements.

—T-that's enough —he stops you with a small low growl, as if it had been difficult for him to separate himself from the good moment. Grabbing your hand to stand you up and push you without so much force against the desk.

The tip of the furniture touches your stomach and you feel his hands on your back, shamelessly lifting the skirt of your uniform removing your panties and leaving them aside, he looks at your hungry and soaked pussy that seemed to clench with nothingness waiting for something. He takes two fingers gently caressing your clit and inner lips before inserting them one by one, moving his fingers in and out with ease. You gasp loudly at the feel of his long, warm fingers fucking your pussy. He plays with you, for a moment he is accommodating and then stops abruptly and goes heartbreakingly slow. You let out a moan of annoyance when he stops again and pulls his fingers out, stroking your clit a few more times to try and hold you back.

—You must be patient —he declares. Positioning himself behind you, he grabs his cock and runs it over your pussy letting it get covered in your juices, an obscene sound is heard when he enters and you feel like it could be heaven. His hands rest on your waist to guide his movements as he watches your pussy swallow his entire cock and your ass slam against his pelvis over and over again, a gasp leaving his lips at the sight as he begins to go at a faster pace. —Silence, do you want us to be discovered? Hm? —His tone of voice is more playful and he tries to silence you by squeezing his hands tighter against your waist when he hears your loud moan.

At this point it was inevitable, his cock was going in and out of you non-stop, his balls were hitting your clit, his hands were moving from touching your waist to touching your breasts carelessly, you felt like you were about to explode. What would happen if his sweet wife walked through the door and saw her husband with his cock buried deep in the maid's pussy? It would be a scandal.

—I'm going to fill you up, fuck, it must be lucky to have a little slut like you in my home. If you’re good, maybe I can use you again —he murmurs against your ear just before he releases his load and fills your walls with white.

You clench your pussy at his words as you feel his hot cum paint your insides and continue to fuck you even though he’s already emptied himself. You moan as your pussy tightens around his cock again and you cum hard, your orgasm sweeping over you leaving you lying face down against the desk. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, watching as his cum drips out of it and some of it falls onto the polished, shiny floor. Putting his cock away and buttoning his pants back up, he sits back down in his chair, not even bothering to help you, instead going back to arranging his papers and reading them. Your legs shake as you put your underwear back on and straighten your uniform.

—You must not question me here, understand? This will remain between us, without any indiscretions —he says, looking at her out of the corner of his eye while writing something down on a piece of paper. Your head moves slightly at his words, you don't get to nod but you don't ignore him either. —Anyway, your services have been very well received. Come back here regularly... —he falls silent at her last words and replaces them by quickly shaking his head —I'm going to need you for tomorrow, is that okay? —his gaze turns to you, this time giving you his full attention.

—It will be a pleasure, master. —you answer naturally, obediently, without protesting, not that it was a problem for you.

—You may leave now. —his gaze leaves yours, returning to the paperwork on his desk and with a bow you open the door leaving the place.

Vincent's smile never fades, even after you left the room, he continues to smile hiddenly against his papers. What an obedient maid he had at his disposal, hiring you had definitely been a good choice.

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🏹a/n: I don't know if it's what I expected, but I had it in drafts and I wanted to finish it.

—cici🏹

[ciciyup]

Monoma Neito X Stoic And Serious Fem! Reader relationship headcanons.

Summary: Monoma has confessed his feelings to you, what would it be like in a relationship?

🏹a/n: This would be like the second part of the previous headcanon, if you haven't seen it you can do so to understand this part a little better.

First part

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Monoma was surprised when you weren't surprised to hear his confession. He thought it was typical of you not to react too much to things, but his chest tightened at the thought of the possibility that you didn't feel the same. Of course, he would respect your decision if that were the case and you didn't feel the same, but inside it would hurt him. He would learn to deal with it. He ended up being the one who was surprised when you were so direct in accepting him and expressing what you felt.

Maybe you weren't the most expressive person, nor the happiest, but you made an effort to open up to him by expressing your feelings in your own way and that meant a lot to Monoma, since, certainly, there were few times when you used to be like that.

You weren't so distracted, you paid attention to things and the small details, that's why you began to see the signals that Neito sent you, sometimes being very direct and other times not so much, maybe that was why his declaration didn't take you so by surprise. Still it felt comforting, you felt good listening to him, you couldn't be more pleased to hear his soft words about you and what he felt, it was seeing a side of Monoma that you didn't often see and you loved it.

Both of them complemented each other in their own way, they were two totally different worlds, and yet they did it very well. Monoma was outgoing and crazy, he made you laugh and was a great emotional support when you needed it, he knew what to say at the right times, although it wasn't always the case, sometimes his own personality played against him, but that wasn't something that bothered you, you wanted it that way. He had helped you grow as a person throughout your time at U.A., it was a great help, as in part he had made good changes in you, like making you smile more often, being able to make you relax enjoying quality time so that you wouldn't put so much pressure or stress on yourself with the academy, having good friendships and in your own way, meeting new people.

For your part, you were more reserved and on a slightly different plane, that didn't stop you from influencing Monoma causing positive changes to sprout in him as well. He took things more seriously, whether it was when it came to your relationship or with more delicate matters at U.A., starting to be more understanding, thanks to many of the afternoons you spent together he was able to perfect and improve his gift, your techniques and words of encouragement only encouraged him even more. As time went by Monoma had stopped being as fussy as he used to be with others, being calmer than usual, sometimes forgetting about your class and even when class A and B had to do teamwork he was no longer so provocative and loud, which surprised many. Of course, Monoma was still Monoma and his taunts and comments to your class will still be there, although now more moderate.

Honestly, everyone was surprised once they found out that you and Monoma were in a relationship. It's not like it was shouted by someone... Maybe Monoma had that idea in mind, but he quickly got it out of his head when you refused, already knowing what the boy would do. One way or another, sooner or later, as time goes by many people find out, probably the friends in his closest circle have been the first to know.

One of the first people to find out was Kendo, blinking in disbelief while keeping his mouth open, she didn't expect it... At least not yet. She knew that you two had become closer, maybe she had had a feeling or hunch that something like that could happen, even with that the news took her by surprise. But she was happy for you, Monoma looked so renewed and you looked so lively, more than ever, then she realized how much you both loved each other. She couldn't be more than happy.

Although you didn't have the best interaction when it came to your classmates, there was a moment where each one of them realized what was going on between you and Monoma, maybe because he would sometimes wait for you outside your classroom without paying attention to anything else, maybe because you two were closer than usual, maybe because of the sudden change that you and Monoma had had. Such were those and other factors, but your classmates simply knew. It was a strange and curious discovery, but you seemed to look happy, it made them feel good for you.

You two worked together on your relationship, always supporting each other and trying to improve, strengthening the bond more and more and that was admirable. It seemed that, despite your completely different personalities, you got along better than it seemed.

For the first time Monoma no longer felt that his gift was useless, he no longer felt that he was an unpleasant person that people had to put up with, for the first time Monoma felt like the main character and not the secondary one.

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[ciciyup]

Control.

cw: brainwashing, slight yandere, manipulation, obsession, abuse of power, non-con, dark themes, moral ambiguity.

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Darkness doesn't arrive suddenly; it seeps in, little by little, between the folds of a mind that once knew what light was. Shinso Hitoshi knew this. He knew that what he had done was beyond redemption, that he didn't even deserve his own forgiveness.

He had learned to smile. Not like the others, not with joy. But as a reflex, like a gesture learned over time to feign normality. Shinso Hitoshi knew how to behave, he knew how to look without seeming to look, he knew how to coexist without being noticed. And, above all, He knew when to keep quiet. He always had. At U.A., earned respect didn't entirely erase the echoes of old laughter. He had learned from a young age that not all quirks were welcome. His quirk, feared and misunderstood, put him in a different category than the rest. They regarded him with suspicion, distrusted his presence, and although he said he didn't care, a part of him did. It hurt him. It ached. The echo of those words continued to throb like a wound that never fully healed. “His quirk is dangerous.” “How do we know if he doesn’t control us when he wants to?” “He could be a villain with that power…” They said it quietly. Sometimes, they meant it more strongly than they said it. He knew it. He felt it.

But then you appeared. Powerful, charming, distant, disciplined. But not with him. With him, you were different from the start. You weren’t close at the sports festival. You hadn’t even met. But when he lost to Midoriya, when he found himself standing there, shoulders tense, pride shattered, it was you who approached him. There was no pity in your words, no false compassion. “Your quirk can be heroic if you are.” That day, you ignited something in him, something he couldn’t name. It wasn’t love, not at first. It was a spark. A need to be seen. To be recognized as something more than a dangerous tool. It was something subtler, deeper. A slow longing, cultivated with every gesture you made. Your calm voice. Your quiet strength. Your ability to see him as an equal. From then on, Shinso would watch you, not out of obsession back then, but out of admiration. They would cross paths in training, in the hallways, and even occasionally shared long silences sitting on the terrace, without needing to speak. You included him. You didn't need to tell him you were friends; he simply felt it. As the years passed, life at U.A. became more complex. Shinso managed to get into the hero class and gained everyone's respect... but the emptiness in his chest was never fully filled. You were still there, beautiful, distant, calm... with your measured way of speaking, your undeniable power, your unwavering presence. You were like a star to him: unattainable.

Then came Monoma. He didn't know when it started. You were always discreet to the bone, but Hitoshi was no fool. Not with you. He knew it long before they confirmed it with glances, absences, and details. They touched each other differently. They searched for each other in silence. Their fingers sometimes brushed against each other when they thought they were alone. He knew it from the way you changed. You became softer, more cheerful in Monoma's presence. The darkness Shinso had kept at bay began to grow. It wasn't anger at Monoma, not even resentment toward you. It was a storm in his chest, a need that bordered on desperation. He knew it. He knew he had no right to feel the way he felt. That he couldn't blame you. But the more he tried to shut down what he felt, the more that sick thought grew, that gnawing need: "Why wasn't it me?"

It was his last year at U.A. The sky was overcast. Gray, as if someone had covered the world with a wet blanket. The city was silent in the distance. The atmosphere was quieter than usual. You walked alone after leaving the practice room. Shinso saw you from afar, your calm steps, your hair stirred by a light breeze. He approached. He wasn't planning on doing it... or maybe he was. Maybe he'd been thinking about it for days. Maybe his mind had been breaking down in silence for too long.

—Hey —he greeted, with perfectly studied calm. As if he didn't just greet you like any other day. As if it were any other day.

—Hitoshi —you replied, nodding your head. You didn't see it coming. You trusted him. You considered him a close friend. Someone you could trust. And yet, it was everything he needed. You had no chance to sense it. No one did. No one would have imagined it. Not his friends. Not Aizawa. Not you.

—Follow me.

You were led effortlessly, in silence, to the secluded bathroom in one of the older blocks on campus. The one that almost no one used at that time of day. Where no one would see. Where no one would hear. You obeyed, without emotion, without judgment. Only the echo of an order in your mind, stuck like an invisible hook. Shinso closed the door behind him. You were still, without will, without awareness. Your gaze was empty.

—Kiss me.

You moved. You didn't hesitate. You didn't question. You clung to him, obedient. Your lips met his without desire, without passion, without meaning. But Shinso... Shinso felt every second like divine punishment. He kissed you as if it could fill the emptiness in his chest. As if he could erase Monoma's name from your lips. As if he could become that "someone" you had once chosen.

Shinso knew it was wrong; he knew it from the moment his quirk was used out of desire and not need. He simply didn't feel like himself. Not when your lips tasted like this. Not when their tongues intertwined like this. He took hold of the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He buried his face in your neck, kissed it. He breathed in your perfume, running his nose over your skin like a soft caress. He observed the small details on your neck, those intimate details that only a few would have the privilege of seeing. He touched and caressed your hips with a mixture of need and guilt. Shinso's hands trembled, not from fear, but from hunger. Hunger for something that would never belong to him. His heart pounded. But his mind… his mind screamed. He drew you even closer, if that were even possible. He kept touching you. With anxiety. With anger. With love. With admiration. With guilt. At one point, his head rested on your shoulder, and the silence fell; yet, Shinso didn't cry. He didn't reflect for a moment on what he'd done. He just stayed that way. He didn't quite destroy you, but he did steal something he shouldn't have.

And when he had had enough, when he felt on the verge of breaking, he let go of you with a mixture of bitter satisfaction and self-loathing. He looked up to meet your dull, cold, expressionless eyes. As if they could see right through him without you even seeing it in his actions. Ordering you to return to the starting point, you left the bathroom, and as he deactivated his quirk to free you, he looked at you silently, leaving only the echo of an empty conversation in your memory. You only blinked once. Your brow furrowed slightly, as if something didn't add up, and you continued to stare at him, with the same, detached look as always. You gave him a slight nod before walking away with firm steps, moving further and further away until your silhouette disappeared.

Shinso watched you walk away, feeling cold and hollow. A monster. He was the only one who had stayed there with the memory, with the crime. He didn't punish himself with words, he only felt. He felt his soul bend under the weight of his own betrayal. Because you trusted him. Because you were his friend. Because you were the only clean thing he thought he had, and he had soiled it. No one knew. Not even he wanted to fully acknowledge what he had done. Was there redemption? Could he make up for it by being a hero? Could he silence the echo in his head that reminded him that, in the end, he was exactly what everyone feared? A villain with the face of a hero. Perhaps his heroic actions made up for what he did, he told himself. Perhaps if he saved enough lives, if he became exemplary, he could redeem himself. Could a single sin bury all the good he had done? Could he bury such a dark truth under the guise of virtue?

He never spoke of it again. Not even to himself. But at night, when the world slept, his mind replayed the scene over and over again. Your name. Your eyes. Your body against his. And then silence. Because perhaps, that afternoon, in that gray cloud suspended between heaven and earth, he ceased to be the Hitoshi you thought you knew and became someone even he couldn't forgive. But he kept walking. Because only he knew what had happened, and he would never be able to confess it to anyone. What you didn't remember couldn't hurt you. But it did for him, and it slowly destroyed him. And sometimes, the guilt was so overwhelming that he wished someone would find out. To punish him. To tell him he didn't deserve to be a hero. Because Shinso didn't know if he was one anymore.

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[ciciyup]

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖐 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(still working/not finished)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Adam

──୨ৎ── Yandere Adam Headcanons [smut]

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Orphan

──୨ৎ── "A Nice Family Day" [one shot]

──୨ৎ── "The Cinema" [one shot]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Loki

──୨ৎ── Yandere Loki Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Poseidon

──୨ৎ── Yandere Poseidon Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Apollo

──୨ৎ── Yandere Apollo Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Eve

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Orphan

──୨ৎ── "A Nice Family Day" [one shot]

──୨ৎ── "The Cinema" [one shot]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Ares

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Goddess Fem! Friend Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[ciciyup]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘:

── .⭑.ᐟ Black Butler

── .⭑.ᐟ Record Of Ragnarok

── .⭑.ᐟ My Hero Academia

── .⭑.ᐟ Twilight

── .⭑.ᐟ Miraculous Ladybug

── .⭑.ᐟ Rise Of The Guardians

[ciciyup]

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(still working/not finished)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Snake

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Phantomhive Manor

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Time Traveling

──୨ৎ── "Letter To My 13 Year Old Self" [one shot]

──୨ৎ── "Your Hands Are Cold" [one shot]

──୨ৎ── "Summer" [one shot, smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Finnian

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Phantomhive Manor

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Time Traveling

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Ciel Phantomhive

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Phantomhive Manor

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Time Traveling

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Sebastian Michaelis

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Phantomhive Manor

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Time Traveling

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Vincent Phantomhive

──୨ৎ── "The Maid" [one shot, smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Charles Grey

──୨ৎ── Yandere Charles Grey Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Lau

──୨ৎ── Yandere Lau Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[ciciyup]

𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞𝖇𝖚𝖌 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(still working/not finished)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

──୨ৎ── "Revenge" [Nathaniel Kurtzberg X Fem! Reader X Luka Couffaine, one shot]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Luka Couffaine

──୨ৎ── "Revenge" [Nathaniel Kurtzberg X Fem! Reader X Luka Couffaine, one shot]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Felix Fathom

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Felix In Love X Fem! Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[ciciyup]

Hello! I read your yandere record of ragnarok fics and I really enjoyed them! I have this question (I hope it doesn't count as a request but if it does feel free to delete this), how would the gods react if they learned that their human darling is a virgin? Would they like it or even care at all?

Hi, anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the fics⁠♡ and don't worry, this doesn't count as a request.

I think it would depend a lot on whether we are talking about yandere or not and also what character it is, they play important roles.

If he were Poseidon but in a yandere! version, I think he would feel more territorial when discovering that his s/o is intact and he is the first to "deflower" her, in addition to feeling more possessive.

If we were talking about Poseidon non-yandere version I don't think he would care much since his s/o is now with him, he wouldn't worry about it. Whether his s/o was a virgin or not, Poseidon knows he can handle her better (in his own way).

The same thing happens with the other characters, but as I already said it would depend a lot on which character we were talking about and if it is a yandere! version or not.

I hope I was able to answer your question (⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

─cici🏹

[ciciyup]

Hii, thanks for stopping by my blog, this is a safe space, feel comfortable here, please. You can call me Cici, I'm new to all this so I hope you can be patient with me.

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─cici🏹

[ciciyup]

𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗:

✞ Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive (only platonically)

Vincent Phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Edward Midford

Gregory Violet

Edgar Redmond

Alois Trancy (only platonically)

Soma Asman Kadar

Drocell Keinz

Charles Grey

Blavat Sky

Undertaker

Finnian (only platonically)

Snake

Joker

Agni

Lau

❦ Record Of Ragnarok:

Adam

Loki

Hades

Apollo

Hermes

Shiva

Ares

Zerofuku (only platonically)

Poseidon

Beelzebub

Nikola Tesla

Thrud

Goll (only platonically)

Eve

✰ My Hero Academia:

Monoma Neito

Shinso Hitoshi

Yuga Aoyama

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Cathleen Bate

Melissa Shield

Itsuka Kendo

☾ Twilight:

Demetri Volturi

Felix Volturi

Aro Volturi

Jane Volturi (only platonically)

Alec Volturi (only platonically)

Carlisle Cullen

Seth Clearwater

Embry Call

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

☔︎︎ Miraculous Ladybug:

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Luka Couffaine

Felix Fathom

Adrien Agreste

Alix Kubdel

Zoe Lee

Chloe Bourgeois

Nathalie Sancoeur

❅ Rise Of The Guardians:

Pitch Black

Jack Frost

[ciciyup]

𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(still working/not finished)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Pitch Black

──୨ৎ── "Lessons" [one shot, smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jack Frost

──୨ৎ── Yandere Jack Frost Headcanons [smut]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[ciciyup]

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

(still working/not finished)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Demetri Volturi

──୨ৎ── Headcanons s/o Sunshine And Great Beauty

──୨ৎ── Headcanons s/o Who Prefers To Drink Animal Blood

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Felix Volturi

──୨ৎ── Headcanons s/o Sunshine And Great Beauty

──୨ৎ── Headcanons s/o Who Prefers To Drink Animal Blood

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jane Volturi

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Who Prefers To Drink Animal Blood [platonic]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Alec Volturi

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Who Prefers To Drink Animal Blood [platonic]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Embry Call

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Imprint Who Does Not Reciprocate His Feelings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Paul Lahote

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Imprint Who Does Not Reciprocate His Feelings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jared Cameron

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Imprint Who Does Not Reciprocate His Feelings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Seth Clearwater

──୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Imprint Who Does Not Reciprocate His Feelings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jacob Black

��─୨ৎ── Headcanons Fem! Reader Imprint Who Does Not Reciprocate His Feelings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟