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[snail-day]

once again sending you stuff bc i need to talk about this with SOMEONE.

…silver fox geto using you to fill the void after nanako and mimiko leave the house. dressing you up in silly little outfits, brushing and putting your hair up every morning, giving you a bed time and pulling you into his chest while you sleep…

geto with grey hairs and crows feet 🥵 i am BRICKED UP.

djjcienfiejebe. Hot. Hot. Hot. Apologies this is unedited.

Tw: Yandere Behaviors, Power imbalance, DDLG, dubcon. Humiliation. MDNI

The twins don’t say much anymore when they come to visit. They just glance at each other sometimes, uneasy, because you’re in your twenties, a handful of years older than them. And yet there you are, perched sweetly in Suguru’s lap at the dinner table, eyes low, lips parted as he spoon-feeds you mouthful after mouthful like you're far too small for the simple task. You try to resist sometimes. Squirming, pulling your face away, whispering that you can feed yourself.

But he only laughs softly a warm chuckle that makes your skin prickle. He dabs at the corner of your mouth with a napkin, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and says, “You want college paid for, don’t you, sweet girl?” His voice is kind. The kindness you can’t quite argue with.

“I’m being so good to you,” he continues, tone soft as he cradles your cheek in one hand, the other guiding another spoonful to your lips. “Loving, even. And you try to push me away?” He sighs, a touch of disappointment in his violet eyes that cuts deeper than anger. “We’ll have to deal with that later. You know the rules. You don’t get to disobey without consequences.”

Your stomach knots, because you know exactly what “consequences” means. His lap, again, but this time with your ass bare, face soaked with tears as he whispers praise between each spanking. “Taking it so well for me, my good girl.”

Afterwards pulls you into his arms, strokes your hair, tells you he’s proud of you while you sniffle into his shirt.

And the thing is, it’s not always like that. Not always so sharp-edged. Sometimes it’s just... soft. So terribly soft that you start forgetting all the wrong he's done.

Like how he brushes and braids your hair every morning, humming under his breath as you sit obediently between his knees. Or how he’s picked out new pajamas for you, pastels, lace-trimmed, with little bows he likes to untie slowly. How he makes sure your favorite mug is always clean, fills it with a juice to water ratio while murmuring, “Don’t move, baby. Let me take care of it.”

Or how he starts to purr little I love you's when you hand him coffee, pulling your fingers to his lips to kiss the inside of your palm. Making the whole situation feel like a relationship. Letting you feel like an adult until your next tantrum.

How he loves to get you ready for bed. Insists actually, especially after your spankings. Wants to make sure his sweet girl feels loved.

You want to protest as he crawls into the cramped bed next to you, the words dying fast on your tongue. As he strokes the soft, swollen red marks on your rear from earlier. Causing you to wince, in return he says quietly, "Daddy never meant to hurt you."

Something inside you crawling deep. Bile making way to the back of your throat.

"Say daddy would never hurt you," his voice still soft yet full of authority. As he moves to loom above you, you can feel his length pressed against your thigh, his leg presses against your inner thigh, nudging them apart. You feel the tears hot against your cheeks as they spill freely. Dusting your lashes with droplets that you fear he will kiss away.

Your bottom lip trembles out, a quiet meek voice, one that you never use, "Daddy...would...never hurt me." A lie. A sinful feeling settles in your stomach as you look at the kind smile on his face. "Say you love daddy," he mutters before kissing your neck and down to your collarbone. His hand that once squeezed your cheeks now trailing to your clit. Preparing for what's to come.

"I love you daddy." You force past your lips, past the whine as he circles your sweet clit with calloused fingers. You're sure something died within you.

"There’s my sweet girl" He hushes as he slowly pushes his length inside. "Daddy will always be here."

[yandere-daydreams]

need your input on this debate: who’s the worst captor, gojo, geto or nanami

an excellent field of research to pursue. anyway there's no doubt in my mind that the answer is everyone's favorite milf, geto.

gojo isn't really strict enough to be in the running, and in most cases, i really think he'd take a more 'free roam' approach to a captive (i. e. no job, no bank account, no friends, but you can still leave his penthouse on a semi-regular basis and he won't break your legs if you try to escape). nanami's a bit stricter but he just seems too,,, consistent? if that makes sense? like his rules are in place from the day one and he's too caught up in his domestic fantasies to want to punish you, so you're fairly safe on a physical level, at least. the stepford wife of it all might be a little more damaging, but at least you know his plans are stepford wife adjacent. beggars can't be choosers etc. etc.

suguru seems more,,, erratic. his darling has to deal with a lot of contradictory forces (he loves you but he hates what you are, he fell in love with your spirit but he doesn't trust anything that hasn't been crushed under his heel, etc.), and most of them manifest in him sobbing into your chest as he makes you promise you aren't going to leave him just because he tied you to an altar and carved his name into your lower back in front of a crowd of his acolytes. he's also the type to change his rules depending on his mood, so something you may have gotten a slap on the wrist for the day before could easily end in a forty-five minute spanking, paddle and all. you're going to end every day mentally exhausted, physically broken down, and in the arms of a man who clearly needs an equal companion but claims to want a pet. also he's equipped to babytrap whether or not you can actually get pregnant. 0/10 would not recommend he barely even gets his tits out anyway.

[seijorhi]

haikyuu ice hockey just ignited something in me (probably bc ice hockey is the only sport i actually understand)

but it offers so much room for yandere v yandere drama. like, you're actually allowed to FIGHT in hockey (well, not allowed, but it's generally considered to be part of the sport.)

idk, it amuses me to think of a yandere player(cough oikawa cough) who's so insanely devoted to his sport, almost ruin his career by cracking the jaw of a player from another team who his darling started fucking/dating.

like she very unexpectedly dumped him right before the season started (when he didn't have the time or focus to spare to get her back) bc he was being weird and posessive, and it just gets harder and harder to watch the gossip tabloids and sports magazines spread rumors about his ex girlfriend finding new love. of course he was gonna crack.

(bonus points if he knows this other player (maybe they were on the same team growing up) and the other player is half getting with yn to piss the yandere off)

sorry for the ramble! i love your work!

ooh see i can definitely roll with ice hockey captain oikawa's girlfriend getting so sick of his jealous, possessive bullshit that she dumps him.

there's no denying he's irritated as fuck that you chose to wait until the new season starts, but he's not going into panic mode or anything. it's fine.

you can go a few dates, have your fun. oikawa's pretty sure those assholes won't be sticking around long after he brings some of his teammates along to have a nice, friendly chat with them–

(they don't have to know that he won't actually follow through on those threats to beat their faces in. probably)

–just give him a few weeks to settle into the season.

—

this wasn't technically a part of the plan.

there wasn't even a plan, until the guy you'd spend a good two drinks flirting with suddenly realised why you looked familiar, and all but high-tailed it out of there like the devil himself was at his heels.

it hasn't helped matters that your annoyingly persistent ex keeps sending you flowers – at work, at home, day after day, just so everyone in your life knows that broken up or not, oikawa still considers you his.

bullshit. it's such bullshit.

you suppose you can't blame some random guy for not wanting to get on the bad side of an ice hockey champ.

it's then, somewhere around the bottom of your third drink of the night, that the solution to your problems occurs to you.

sure, a normal, average guy might be intimidated by your ex, but you know plenty of players who'd jump at the chance. not necessarily to fuck you (you're not looking for an honest to god relationship here), but to fuck with oikawa? an opportnity to put a crack into that asshole's attitude? oh yeah.

there's a few players oikawa hates more than the shirtless blond currently draped over your shoulder, snapping what is very clearly a post-fuck selfie of the two of you to upload to his millions of followers. admittedly, kageyama probably would've worked better, if the thought of using him like that – even with his knowledge and explicit agreement – didn't leave you feeling strangely dirty, and ushijima... just no. god, you're not sure you'd even be able to get the words out, much less hold your nerve to wait for an answer.

but miya atsumu? the cocksure, arrogant as fuck (hot as hell), loudmouth winger who's got a special talent for pissing off his opponents? he'll do nicely.

—

he's gonna kill him.

oikawa's gonna fucking kill him. he'll take the penalty, take the loss, the suspension, whatever.

the moment that puck hits the ice, miya atsumu's fair game, and oikawa's going to beat his stupid, smug fucking face in.

[elsecrytt]

do you have any daddy suguru thoughts to spare....

(this is me indoctrinating you into the dilf fuckers cult <3)

tw: aphrodisiacs, yandere!geto, kink shaming (sexy?), humiliation, daddy kink, captivity, public-ish sex.

disclaimer... i'm not an old man fucker, geto just happened to adopt two children and became a teen father. but i can admit that that makes him more attractive, not less,

but yes. suguru is SO. paternal coded. almost maternal, as your omega!suguru thoughts have expressed. he is the type who absolutely believes he knows what's best for you and that confidence empowers him to do whatever he wants.

consider the humble daddy kink. it is exceptionally popular, and it's also considered "cringe" by many (as many kinks stereotypically associated with women are).

i don't think suguru has a particular interest in being called daddy. however. if you had a daddy kink, or more specifically, if you found it humiliating...

well. suguru does have an interest in that.

he would love getting you to call him daddy. during sex or outside of it, doesn't matter.

usually, to suguru, the magic word is "please" - he loves when you beg - but now there's a new magic word, and it's "daddy".

you don't feel like sitting on his lap for dinner today? "what's that, my sweet girl?" "hmm? what did you call me?" "well, if you can't ask correctly, then you take the seat your daddy gives you."

(he says the word with 0 shame in front of all his inner circle if they're present. suguru isn't ashamed of anything he does with you, ever.)

the absolute euphoric surge he gets when you grind out, "please, let me sit in my own chair, daddy."

watching you debase yourself for him is the ultimate high. he's walking on air the whole rest of the night, and you don't have to do anything but sit pretty and stew in your humiliation.

it's hotter to him, even if you're not into it. he would get this sick pleasure out of forcing you into dd/lg aesthetics, and it doesn't hurt that a lot of that goes along with what he wants to do with you, anyways.

all sorts of protective coddling, of unbelievable condescension. you are helpless and he takes great pleasure in showing you that.

you need him, and he loves to watch you struggle.

come now, you really didn't think daddy would let you leave the safety of your home, would you? sweetheart, he works so hard to make it comfortable and safe for you in here.

his curses are always watching, ready to drag you back in after an instant, it's really not a fair contest. he doesn't need to be fair. he needs to be right.

and what's right for you is whatever he says it is.

naughty girl needs a time out, doesn't she? if you don't appreciate what daddy gives you, maybe he can just lock you outside for the night, in the cold, until you're finally honest enough to beg daddy to let you back in.

baby girl, you know you're not supposed to touch yourself. that's daddy's pussy, he says when it can get attention, he says when it can cum.

he could tie your hands behind your back, but what's the fun in that? your wrists would get sore, and daddy can't have that, can he?

no. instead he feeds you something - maybe his curses produce it, maybe not - but he feeds you to it with every drink, every meal, to keep daddy's pussy all wet and ready for him, all the time.

and then he takes you out, like you keep asking him to. out in town, out to restaurants and corner shops. out to his congregations, in his business meetings.

he takes you everywhere, doesn't give you a single opportunity to be alone, to touch yourself.

no. instead he tsks and swats your hands away when you get antsy and shift in his lap. smiles his awful, terrible smile and hushes you when you whimper out daddy, please help me.

oh, you want help, baby girl? daddy's busy right now, you know that. you asked to come outside like this, and what did he do? he brought you. you're a big girl, aren't you? don't throw a fit now.

and isn't that so easy for him to say, balancing you on his lap, an arm wrapped around your tightening, hot core, legs squeezing together for any amount of friction.

he's probably hard underneath those robes but he won't let you grind against him, won't let you change your position at all. it's completely intentional and you know it.

there's another complain, another hiss, maybe, and his hand tightens on you before he tells you what he wants, but not in so many words.

well, daddy always take care of you, doesn't he? don't you agree? even when it's difficult, even when you huff and fuss that you don't want him to, he always gives you what you need, now, doesn't he?

and you hate it, you really hate it, but you've been dripping and aching and your cunt is throbbing at this point, it's all you can think about.

(and deep down, you know, you hate that you know, once geto decides to fuck you it's going to feel so, so good and you want that so bad right now.)

so when you finally do break down and admit it, tell him everything he wants to hear, how right he is and how you want it please please please -

well, you can't say you're disappointed. deep down, you knew geto couldn't resist an opportunity to make you demean yourself.

what's wrong, he coos as he slots you over his thigh. your one saving grace is that you're facing him now, your flushed face visible only to him, and not the others in this meeting.

it's only because these are people he doesn't respect - people he'll kill before the hour is over, probably - that he even allows you this much, the chance to grind yourself to an orgasm on his leg.

oh come now, darling, don't make that face. daddy's providing, isn't he? and if you're a good girl, he'll give you a treat when you're back home, how's that?

you try not to think it, as you hump and cling to him, biting your lip, tears of shame that you're sure geto wishes he could lick up.

you try not to think it, shoving the thought down, the product of your over-aroused, drugged-out brain, but it still comes to mind -

you can't wait to get back.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: toxic relationship, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied break-up, abuse, manipulation, ish-kidnapping

♡ inspired by this by the lovely @eevwrites

♡ FEM reader

You’d wanted to be nicer about it. You’d planned it carefully, actually—even written down the words you were going to say in several drafts on your notes app. 

This was his fault—his fault that things were ending this way—his fault for making you do it now and not someplace else, someplace private where you could talk properly and do it right. Yes, this wasn’t what you wanted—this is what he’d made it be by forcing your hand—forcing your hand to throw a drink in his face in front of an entire crowd of drunk and dancing onlookers, as well as a handful of your mutual friends.

“Grow the fuck up!” you bark, taking on a hostile stance by placing your kitten heel down hard—glaring at him in all manners of vicious. “I’m not your property—and after this night, I’m not your girl either.”

No—it wasn’t how you wanted to end things—breaking up is something that should be done carefully—responsibly, and at the very least sensibly—not drunk or in the heat of a moment in some club a late Saturday night, but that’s how he’d made it happen. Always on you like a dog with a bone, a pest to your party—asking you to drink less, to wear more, to stop dancing like that, and to go home early with him. Fuck that, and fuck him. For the last time.

You glower at him for a moment—wanting to see your words solidify as they dawn on his shell-shocked face dripping with your drink. You watch long enough to catch his cheeks start to pool with bright, chagrinned pink—even in the dim club lights—before ripping your wrist out from his grip and stomping away from him, back into the crowd of sweaty, indiscriminate bodies all having fun to the beat of the drum and bass blasting over the speakers.

You might apologize for it tomorrow—tell him you hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, then break up properly as you’d intended with your well-written note at a Sunday cafe. But right now, you just want to dance. Hell, that’s what you’d come here to do—not to stand pretty between his arms and listen to him whine about all the people checking you out. Jeez—a fucking party pooper if there ever was one, and an insecure loser at that.

Your relationship ended mere moments ago, but you’re already feeling fantastic—ecstatic even—freed and light as a feather, like a big burdensome weight has just been dusted off your shoulders and given you a squeaky-clean break. In fact, with the way you’re feeling right now, not to mention the way you’re looking—hair right and makeup done up drop-dead gorgeous in your perfect little black dress hot as all hell—you might very well go home with someone else.

Is what you think in your alcohol-induced head—looking back at the guy who’s rubbing back into your grinding, thinking he’s quite a solid rebound. He even buys you another drink! Then two, then three, and ooh wee, guess who’s going home with a hot stranger!

The two of you stumble out of the club together—drunk and dumb and giggly, ready to order a cab to his place. It would be the first time in a very long time you’d have a one-night stand, but you have no mind to rethink it. On cloud nine, where you cling to the good-looker—as though you were scared he’d slip through your fingers if you let go for even a moment—as if you’d been denied a fun time for so long, you feared someone might come and take the thrill away.

“There you are,” a voice breaks your laughter, cracking the bright smile on your face. “Finally done?”

You go quiet, and so does the world around you—stopping dead in your tracks, you look up through your lashes as if ashamed to meet his gaze—knowing it would be harsh.

“And who are you supposed to be?” tonight’s unfortunate boytoy cocks his head.

Your boyfriend–no—your ex-boyfriend squares up, folding his arms upon his puffed chest, arms that look more threatening than you remember, then cocks his chin with an unamused face. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Pfft—no, you’re not,” you slur with a scoff, shaking your head, trying to sober up. “I broke up with you.”

Your ex doesn’t find it as funny, giving you a steely glare while raising a strict pointer at you. “Shut it. You’ve had your fun.”

He then grabs your upper arm hard, pulling you away from the stranger and close to his side—grip so tight his knuckles whiten against your flesh.

“Sorry about her,” he chuckles at the stranger with a stiff smile on his face. “She gets like this sometimes—y’know how girls are…” He looks down at you while he says the next thing, “Attention whores.”

And then he laughs again, looking back at your friend—who, at this point, is looking a little uncomfortable where he stands caught in the middle of the awkward exchange.

“I apologize if she got your hopes up, but she’s only doing this to rile me up and has absolutely zero intentions of going home with you—so you might as well just scram.”

He’s already backing away when you interject, “Hey—” 

But he just throws his hands up. “Sorry, you’re fine, but I’m not touching this.”

Your ex scoffs with a smirk. “Smart kid.”

And then the guy’s gone. Just like that. Slipped away—leaving you alone again with him. The one you can’t ever seem to escape.

“Tch—look at you,” he grumbles, looking you over, still with a mean grip of your upper arm. “ You’re a drunk mess. I’m taking you home.”

You plant your heels—or try to at least—as he starts dragging you along towards the lot where he’d parked his car. 

“Stop!” you say, wanting to pull your arm free but failing. “I told you already—I’m not your girlfriend—we’re done, so leave me alone.”

He doesn’t pay you any mind, maintaining a straight route to the car.

“Let go!” you whine, tightening your hand around the strap to your purse before slapping it across his back. “I said—”

“I thought I told you to shut your mouth,” he growls once the two of you reach the car. “I’ve had about enough of this attitude of yours.” 

Turning to face you, he instantly yanks your handbag out of your grip, all but confiscating it—his warped expression only a short inch away from yours, glaring at you with his teeth clenched.

“Now, if you know what’s best for you, you’re gonna sit your bratty ass down in the car and put your goddamn seatbelt on before I get even more pissed off than I already am—then maybe, just maybe, I’ll go a little easier on you once we get home.”

He pops the passenger’s door open before throwing you inside—keeping your purse to himself as he rounds the car and gets in the driver’s seat, along with your phone and credit card. Left no other options but to take your chances in the sketchy club district, all alone, in the middle of the night, with no good means of getting home…

You deliberate it, holding onto the door handle, ready to jump out—but ultimately, you sit pretty as he starts the car.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Sakusa ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[cumtastiics]

tw ( yandere. sorta suggestive. )

art teacher nanami x reader / inspired by @eevwrites yandere ballet teacher suguru

"not like that."

his voice is low, smooth, controlled. nanami kento is the kind of teacher students whisper about in hallways, the kind whose presence commands attention without effort. he’s precise in everything he does—his words, his movements, the way he stands too close now, watching the way your fingers tense around the pencil.

before you can fix it yourself, his hand covers yours, large and warm, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he adjusts your grip.

"relax," he murmurs, breath close enough to stir something at the base of your spine. "too much pressure. let me."

he leads you, slow and deliberate, guiding each stroke across the paper. but it’s hard to focus when his fingers press just a little too firmly, when his voice dips just a little too low. the silence between you is thick, charged.

then, as if sensing your distraction, he exhales, his hand slipping away. but he doesn’t step back. not yet.

instead, his fingers find your temple, grazing against your skin as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingers—longer than necessary, longer than it should. the pad of his thumb barely brushes the shell of your ear before he finally pulls away, slow, measured, like he wants you to notice the absence of him.

"again," he says, voice calm, but when you glance up at him, there’s something unreadable in his gaze. something dangerous. something that makes it impossible to hold his stare for too long.

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

please give us yandere author recommendations

Of course!

Now I have to tell you to check out the most wonderful @snail-day , especially for her satosugu stuff she writes fics that genuinely stay revolving around my brain like they are on a spit. And she is genuinely the one who inspired me to start posting, so if you love my stuff, you will want to marry hers.

If you like older men @eevwrites , especially the upcoming preacher fic, is one ill be devouring when it's published, but gods, I adore how dark they are willing to get.

One of my original favourites is @yandere-daydreams . I literally have been reading them for years, and they only get better and better.

@needleanddead and @wri0thesley same owner different accounts both their fanfics and oc writing is so perfect. Especially their oc's lucas and cass if you enjoy your men terrible in the best ways.

@mysticalcrowntyrant makes some of the most beautiful fics with such great characterisation. I get so excited to see an update.

[babyjinsu]

do you have any blog recommendations :P

HII yes i do <33 this isn't specifically riize's but other fandoms as well.

@/riizeblr, @/revehae, @/neowonderland, @/melobin, @/yrfairy, @/hakkkuu @/prettieangel !!!! i think they mostly write dark n nsfw contents n theyre so amazing that it got me enclosuring YUPPP...

but plsplspls check out these as well @/grlscrushing (her downbad oneshots smau are soooo amazing im not kidding i live for that), @/dailylcy n @/strawbrryvyy n @/nananti (v cute oneshots n smaus <33)

non-kpop ones wld be @/yandere-daydreams @/yandere-sins n @/eevwrites theyre like my IDOLL................

i hope u'll hv fun reading their works anon!!!!!!!!!!! <3 drop ur recs too lowkey xp

[specialgradefckr]

Fuck marry kill 👀 mooties edition?

*squints* one of my mutuals also got this ask. hmmm.

well, let's see

fuck: @satoblue 100%. she's a die hard gojo stan and lowkey into some of the weirdest shit (i say, being into the weirdest shit myself) i bet i could swing a threesome sdhklhdf

marry: @eevwrites she's planning my death but joke's on her, bad bitches like me never die. also eev is a pretty good cook! must be all yandere!nanami's housewife training.

kill: @infinitatis-ink is about to be DEAD if she doesn't work on her fics. she has so many awesome ideas she never posts >:( you guys have no idea how hard you're being robbed. but i'll avenge you. she just posted a lil satoru/reader piece too so check that out!!

honorable mention to @indiewritesxoxo who i would stalk relentlessly but couldn't make a move on bc she's soooo cool and powerful and CHURNS OUT BANGERS like it's nothing,,, every time i glance over she's got some absolutely thrilling new series!

[snail-day]

i need to talk to someone about nanamis domesticity kink and you’re one of the few people i know who match my freak,,,

just,, the thought of him dressing you up in pretty sundresses and aprons, putting you in the kitchen and making you give him goodbye kisses before you go to work??? yum. does he expect you to be a good housewife? no not necessarily. it would be nice, but he’s really more into the aesthetics of having someone who unconditionally loves him waiting around at home all nice and pretty (and breedable). he’s waited his whole adult life to find something worth going on for, and now he has you and plans of retirement in malaysia to keep him going <3

meanwhile you’re sitting with an ankle chained to the kitchen table trying to chop vegetables with the butter knife he gave you, doing your best to ignore the camera flashing in your face as nanami takes pictures.

(sorry had to get this out somewhere)

Ohhhhh, thank you for getting this out. I can just see that silly camera of Nanami’s, one of those disposable ones he’s oddly sentimental about. He loves sitting you on his lap once he finally gets them developed, thumbing through the photos with a soft smile on his face. Saying things the whole time, murmuring against your ear, “That was our wedding night… God, you’re so beautiful.” Meanwhile, it’s a photo of you bound and gagged on the bed, teary eyed and full of panic and he’s just chuckling to himself, remembering how hard it was to finally get you to his domestic abode.

As for chopping vegetables. Oh, it’s definitely one of those plastic child-safe choppers, the kind they market for toddlers. Powerful enough to get the job done, but no sharp edges. Just the kind of thing he'd insist on for your delicate little hands.

And don’t even get started on the sundresses. Poor man’s weak to them. Weak. You wear one around the house and you can expect the hem being hiked up over your rear, the sound of knees hitting the floor behind you as he wordlessly buries his face between your thighs. Dinner prep be damned, he’s tasting dessert early tonight.

[yandere-daydreams]

well since you brought up gojo…

geto (who has been with a girl before) teaching gojo (pussy virgin who is eager to pop his cherry) how to fuck a woman using y/n (the cute little girl they roofied at the bar and brought home to be their demonstration doll)

just... UGHHHH. suguru showing satoru how to eat. telling him to watch close while he does it. pay attention to how he's using his tongue as he makes you cum. they sit there for hours as suguru lovingly instructs his boyfriend on how to tongue fuck you, running his fingers through his hair and reminding him that he needs to be gentle because girls are more delicate than boys. cooing all sorts of sweet nothings to his good boy as he makes you cum for the fifth agonizing time. (practice makes perfect~ suguru says)

and satorus so eager. too eager. he has a hard time containing his excitement on a normal day, but he’s going to fuck a girl for the first time tonight so he’s just that extra bit more animalistic (he is humping the bed like a bitch and snarfing up your cunt like a dog that hasn’t eaten in a year. you never know if his teeth or tongue are going to be grazing your clit at any given moment. you can no longer tell if it feels good or bad.)

by the end you’re so overstimulated you feel you might pass out, the pleasure in your tummy boiling so violently you feel nauseous. so when suguru coos out to satoru you’ve been so patient baby. such a good boy. look at how nice you made her feel~ i think she should return the favor, hm? something inside you dies

and then suguru walks satoru through fucking you step by step, instructing him on when to go faster and slower (although not even suguru can keep him from being too rough at this point), showing him how to rub your clit so you feel nice while you “make love” in that stupid saccharine voice.

when you ask why they won’t let you go the next morning, suguru tells you rather solemnly that you deflowered satoru so you can’t just leave him. you basically owe it to him to stay

i hate them (im foaming at the mouth for them. sorry for the second long ask ive been thinking about this for weeks)

okay so i read meant to respond to this normally but accidently entered into a fugue state and absolutely went hog wild all over a word document. anyway come back in exactly five hours and fifteen minutes. the lose virgin of it all got to me i suppose.

[seijorhi]

this is such a strange hyper specific thing to ask, but do you have a favorite oikawa rivalry (ushijima, kageyama, atsumu) to write/read about? for me, atsumu and oikawa have always been the most interesting bc theyre both cocky assholes and the beef is two sided, whereas oikawas beef with kageyama and ushijima is really just a him problem. plus, oikawa and atsumu are so much more likely to be petty/play dirty and i live for that.

just thought i’d ask you since you are the reigning oikawa expert.

Oikawa and atsumu for sure!

Don’t get me wrong Oikawa’s certainly got some raging issues with both kageyama and ushiwaka, but for me, energy wise, the sheer fucking hatred that boils between both oikawa and atsumu when they’re pitted against each other is chefs kiss delicious!

Ushijima managing to somehow ‘take’ Oikawa’s girl (in whatever form) in his eyes would be no different than taking her from anyone else.

If kags did the same, yeah he’d be smug as fuck about it, but I also think he’d go to ground with her. He’s not scared of losing her, but he doesn’t feel the need to rub Oikawa’s face in it and brag. He might’ve had her briefly, once upon a time. now he doesn’t and that won’t change.

Now if atsumu steals Oikawa’s girl, hoo boy! Fuck poking the bear, he’s going out of his way to antagonise it. Neither one’s gonna stop until the other’s beaten into the fucking ground, too broken to get up again. Knives out, no such thing as a petty shot.

[elsecrytt]

Professional (Kento Nanami)

A gift for @eevwrites <3

Summary: Kento Nanami is your OBGYN. The father... isn't present for this journey, but that's okay. Nanami always takes care of his patients.

Warnings: Themes of pregnancy, parenthood discussion of abortion, childbirth (semi-graphic), paternal abandonment, toxic relationships, yandere.

Reader is pregnant and WANTS the baby. Nanami is 1000% feminist, he just also happens to be a yandere sdfhslghg

Nanami Kento considers himself an excellent physician, even if some would call his bedside manner 'gruff'.

Obstetrics and gynecology is a sensitive subject for many and he strives, every day, to maintain the height of professional decorum.

As a professional and as a physician, he would never admit to having a favorite patient.

As a man, something soars inside his chest whenever you walk into his clinic.

You're so young to be a mother - that was his first assessment, though of course he'd never say as much out loud.

As your doctor, he asks questions purely on the basis of being able to provide the best care possible. The more he knows about your circumstances, the more assistance he can offer.

That was the first time he'd felt that warmth in his chest - the look of utter relief and gratitude in your eyes, nearly tearing up.

Nanami watches you try to compose yourself, discreetly slides the tissues closer to you as you tell him a much-shortened version of your story.

The father isn't present because he doesn't want anything to do with this child.

It's a disheartening tale, made no less so by the fact that he himself had always dreamed of being a father.

At a young age, he'd discovered that he was completely sterile. So becoming a doctor and delivering them had felt like the closes he could get.

But there's this glow in your face. A sheepish sort of smile accompanied by a little tear and a "I know it's stupid, but I've just always wanted to be a mom, and have a family, and - well. Anyways, I want this baby."

And he could be excused if his heart is moved a little. It's not professional, but is it professional when he holds the hand of a woman whose husband was too nervous to come into the room with her?

It it professional when he gives a woman one of his rarest smiles, tells her she's doing great, she'll see her baby soon?

It it professional how his heart leaps as the infant starts crowning, how it races in his chest as he helps to deliver this new life into the world?

It is professional when he assures worried mothers that they're still beautiful, that their bodies are perfectly natural and healthy even if they never appear identical to how they were before?

Professional is not always what's best for his patients. And being a good doctor means being what his patients need, not the model of a distant physician.

So Nanami doesn't think about being professional when he reaches out to hold your hand, telling you with a smile that he'll help you get through with this.

He provides resources, walks you through getting aid from different programs, helps you in any way he can. Above and beyond.

So what if he's blurring lines? You're his patient. You're all alone in this journey. He's the only one here to help you through this. Of course he'll go the extra mile to help.

Nanami is only human. He could be excused for having a favorite patient.

He watches you grow more and more anxious as your body changes. He prescribes you sleep aids, nausea medication, prenatal vitamins.

When you get the ultrasound, he's the first person you show it to. You tell him with a laugh that he's the only one so far, and he can't help but embrace you, boundaries be damned.

It's beautiful. You're having a girl, a beautiful baby girl, and he's sure she'll look just like you. He asks you what names you're thinking of and you're bursting with ideas to tell him.

It occurs to him, heartbreakingly, that you're the only person he has to share this with.

So animated, so creative and full of life. How could anyone abandon a wonderful young woman like you? Who wouldn't want you in their life?

Security lets him know that there's a man who's been waiting outside the clinic. They've seen you arguing with him - gone out to break things up, too.

Your conversations with him grow more hesitant. You're nervous, and he's perhaps a little pushy in asking why, reminding you that stress isn't good for the baby.

You laugh sheepishly (why? why are you always so demure? you act like you're just waiting to be struck down. it terrifies him.), telling him that 'the father' has recently come back into your life, and you're not sure.

There's a little sigh you make that tells him he's in, you're about to spill. And he doesn't like what he hears.

Your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - didn't want the baby at all at first. He blew up at you, telling you to get an abortion, or get dumped.

Obviously, you kept the child, and he'd summarily left. You stumble on your words and Nanami wonders just how amicable that parting was.

Apparently, he's outside the clinic now to "reconcile". His parents, traditional and wealthy folk, have threatened to cut him off. He's talking about getting married now, you mention with a bitter laugh.

It doesn't pass his notice, the contemplative nature of your tone, how you pause and look away before you rub your neck and mention something about how you shouldn't be so harsh, he's trying and it was selfish of you to want to keep the baby when you knew he didn't want it.

Something dark and terrible boils up inside him at the thought. He has never, ever tried to sway a woman for or against terminating a pregnancy, only informed them.

And he comes across them every day. Men like this, who thought women and their pregnancies were props, mere fixtures in their lives to be taken down or put up whenever they wanted.

What he wouldn't give to have a child of his own. To deliver a baby and just... keep it in his arms, knowing he would take that fragile, teary creature home. Knowing he would watch it grow up alongside the woman it came from.

You laugh it off, haltingly. Ask Nanami, with your head hung low, if he knows any programs you can sign up for, or places that sell prenatal vitamins at a discount.

Nanami tries very hard to ignore the thought that springs up in the back of his mind.

I could take care of you. I would take care of you.

He ignores the thoughts, dismisses them, and then the daydreams start.

It's not like he doesn't have money. He's a doctor. There's money in the bank, but what does he have? Working long hours every day only to come back to an empty home, empty bed.

Empty life. No friends, no family, just work, work, work.

And it's for a reason. He loves his job, he loves helping you - women like you. He spends his days caring for women and their pregnancies, only to deliver and hand off the child to another man.

But these men wouldn't take better care of these children than him. Who could take better care of your aches and pains and struggles than him? Who could understand you, empathize with you, support you like he could?

It's not the man that lurks outside the clinic with an angry look on his face. The man who discarded you like trash, and now wants to pick you back up like a misplaced toy.

So Nanami makes a choice. You're his favorite patient, after all.

He doesn't want to do this. He's a doctor, he's sworn to do no harm. But some things are simply inexcusable.

Nanami's done a lot of favors for a lot of people. One Fushiguro Toji, whose wife he saved on the operating table, one well-connected former classmate Gojo Satoru, and the man disappears.

You come to him the next day, crying. Tears in your eyes. Your former boyfriend - the one who said he would reconcile, the one who wanted to see your daughter - he didn't show up.

He takes one of your hands in his, nodding and humming at all the right parts. Sympathy pouring out through his eyes.

It's terrible to see you like this. It really is. You never deserved this, none of it. You're an angel, really, heaven-sent, and you'll be such a wonderful mother, once the baby arrives.

But since he's dead, it's not as if his name needs to be on the birth certificate. You could put any name you wanted on there. That's for later, though.

Right now you need comfort and reassurance. You need someone to take charge, to help you through this, and he's been the one doing that this whole time.

You've been on your own, trying so hard, waiting for a man who didn't deserve you to come back and treat you with basic human dignity. And Nanami had spared you that fate.

One day, you'll be grateful things turned out like this. For now, he just holds you, strokes your back while you cry, shushes you.

Nanami smiles to himself. It isn't professional.

It isn't professional, but being professional comes second to being a good doctor. To being the person you needed in your life.

Based on your delivery date... he's quite sure he could make it a June wedding.

[yanderedrabbles]

Do you have any recommendations to grow your account ? I want to start posting some drabbles I have in mind, but I don't know where to start !

Okay, so when I first started writing on here (which was just over a month ago) I had no clue how to work this site.

Literally everything I learnt about Tumblr and posting comes from the gorgeous @yanderenightmare. I recommend you check out Marie's #Nightmares Helpdesk. You can start here.

@eevwrites also did an incredible post on this exact topic which you can find here.

And here's what I've kind of picked up on in my short time on Tumblr:

Tag your stuff! I cannot tell you how many times I found a new favourite fic just by scrolling through the #yandere tag. Personally I use the #yandere drabbles and #yandere imagines tags a TON.

Write. Write a lot. And then write some more. I feel like the more I post, the more my engagement grows. And the more I post, the higher my chance of a post getting popular. It also keeps me on top of your feed so I become a recognisable face 😙

However you format your posts, make sure it's readable. Tiny text in bright colours makes sense in certain scenarios but I'm not reading an entire post formatted like that.

I also recommend being very careful about spacing and punctuation. Instead of "what ?" I'd write it as "what?" Remove that space between the last letter and the punctuation mark.

Engage with other authors! Marie gave me a huge leg up when she reblogged my first drabble and it's only grown from there. Your mutuals are there to help you improve and become a better author - remember that.

Edit and spell check religiously. Yes, sometimes mistakes fall through the cracks. But a polished, grammatically correct fic immediately makes you seem like a better writer.

The truth is, I've been writing for years. I've gone through all the awkward stages - from horrid plots to paragraphs of purple prose. Finding my own voice and style took time and practice. And soooo many deleted fics.

It's cliche, but you just need to keep writing.

And I can't wait to read your stuff 😘

[yanderenightmare]

please give us more of the blogs you like<3

Blog Recs

Alright then, since you asked so nicely, I'll put in the effort and just go through my entire following!

Keep in mind that some of these blogs may be inactive, but their old works are definitely worth taking a look at!

Not all of them are yandere, but they are satisfying nonetheless, so check them out!

Also, most of these blogs, and blogs in general, write for fanbases with specific characters. I follow mostly people who write either BNHA, JJK, or Haikyu!! So, if you like that, you'll probably like most of these.

Other than that, sorry, I won't be writing anything specific for each blog. I suggest just checking them out one by one. I'll make an exception to my delete later rule and leave this post up for good, so take your time, people!

My epic mutes:

@mrsdarkandyandere7 @yandere-romanticaa @deathofacupid @elsecrytt @snail-day @madamechrissy @jay-joy113 @depravitycentral @yanderedrabbles @dcsiremc @lymtw @yanderecrazysie @kachowden @moyazaika @suiana @misstycloud @kakushino @envy-of-the-apple @temptacioun @ozzgin @justabratsworld @eevwrites @moechies @youryanderedaddy @moshimochis @aquadenks @ghostsy @cheesecakethots @cursingtoji @mostlyheinous @the-grimm-writer @dilfhos @wilderuby @shaisuki @lewed @dabislittlemouse @mamayan @call-memissbrightside @saintshigaraki @dj--owlixx @athanatoz @yanstan @emperorwriter @its-makonom @unicreamuwu @starcrossedyanderes @sems-diarie @iwasei @ssplague @seiyasabi @potatoes-is-are-food @hotwings0203 @after-witch @tomurasprincess @shinkun @tainted-wine @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love @shorkbrian

Others who also slay:

@casuallyanidiot @gojosoups @what-the-dark-has-foretold @manmuncher777 @frid4y @yeyinde @running-with-kn1ves @ridingthatd @bratbby333 @lamefish @lxnarphase @chososcamgirl @spacelabrathor @angelltheninth @romantichomicide95 @prettyboykatsuki @ceilidho @quarterlifekitty @lady-lauren @zeninsama @specialgradefckr @monstersholygrail @monstersflashlight @depravityfever @arias-diaryy @uvobreakmylegs @shumidehiro @dear-yandere @stickyspeckledlight @the-saltiest-saltine @teabutmakeitazure @sqoa @mellowwillowy @bunnis-monsters @cumtastiics @onmyyan @whore-ibly-hot @allurilove @jessamine-rose @webism @heich0e @lesinquietes @jaegerbby @killsaki for old fics and @kis4kis for new @ghostbeam @bunnirabbits @meo-eiru @yandere-sins @yandere-writer-momo @amusedyan @wri0thesley @kiiozawa @strafepanzer @suguann @alottieluv @suguwu @streimiv @hawnks @katsukikitten @miggiisdumb @iwaasfairy @of-a-darkness-untold @doumadono @jazzthatonewriterchick @kingkatsuki @crybaby-bkg @crikeygatormate @willowser @thecowboykatsuki-anon @cyancherub @oh-katsuki for old fics and @woahjo for new @touyaz @libiraki @angelatsumu @animeyanderelover @yanderemommabean @weebsinstash @inkykeiji @morgana-ren @humanitysfandomhoe @pbelfz @korpuskat @minnie-mei @love-toxin @obscureamor @villain-hotline @ddarker-dreams @your-yandere-kiss @seijorhi @yandere-daydreams

@yanderenightmare-reblogs

[cloudedcreams]

any yan fic rec u got

i barely use tumblr but my mootie @bisou-mwah-xoxo writes AMAZING yandere content ^^ 😚 waah im trynna think also @eevwrites … i have fic recs on quotev if that helps-? </3