#Non Yandere

[thornybubbles]

Another silly Stardust Crusaders Imagine...

Imagine you're with the Stardust Crusaders and you're one of the only members that just loves old man Joseph's stupid dad jokes. You've basically become his adopted grandchild.

Imagine getting a minor injury in a Stand battle and Joseph uses his Hamon to heal you. He makes the end of his finger glow and does a perfect imitation of E.T. that has you giggling.

Joseph: "Oooowch!"

You: *bursting into ugly laughter which causes Joseph to laugh along with you.*

It takes him a good ten minutes to actually heal you because the two of you can take nothing seriously.

Jotaro: *Grumbling under his breath because of the second hand embarrassment of his Grandpa's cringe 80's memes.*

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

How do you think Sanji would react to reader fasting?

Honestly, hard to say lol! Very intriguing though! I feel like it would honestly depend on the reason they’re fasting, as long as they’re doing it in a healthy way, and they promise to eat when it’s time then he’ll be okay with it! but here’s a little something that I wrote for it 💗

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Tapping your fingers nervously on the side of the decks railing you sighed, recently you had started fasting. What was there to be worried about?..the whole crew was very much understanding and it shouldn’t really be that much of a problem at all right?..

Yeahh maybe not..

The only problem was Sanji, the cook of the crew.

Usually with anything else he would be fine with it, Sanji is a very easy going and chill person most of the time, but when it comes to his cooking..and you?..

You didn’t want to upset him at all, his food was absolutely delicious and it’s not like you were doing it out of spite or anything..so why on earth do you feel so anxious?

Well, how bad can it really go? Today is a chill day, despite all the crazy adventures you all go on, you were at sea and not heading anywhere for a while. You definitely had a few hours until the crew usually ate dinner-

“Y/N! Hurry up! Didn’t you hear me yelling dinner was ready? Sanji even made your favorite!”

You jumped slightly, why you?…

Standing behind you was Usopp, hands on his hips and a thick eyebrow raised. He knew about your fasting since you trusted him quite a bit. You glanced away, looking at the beautiful sunset before to try to avoid his stare.

“Uh..well..”

“Wait..don’t tell me you haven’t told him yet?..!”

He said, blinking and speaking in an almost incredulous tone. You e been fasting for about..a month now..he was honestly impressed at how you kept it so hidden.

“I just..haven’t got to it yet okay?!”

You said with a sigh, glancing at him and turning back towards him, leaning against the railing with pursed lips almost.

“Like I said earlier, I don’t think he’ll understand maybe!”

You said, another sigh escaping your lips. Like it was contagious, Usopp let out one as well, a half smile displaying on his lips.

“Oh please..everyone knows you’re practically his favorite..you’ll be fine.”

He said, waving a dismissive hand at you. Looking up at him from under your eyelashes you decided, it was time..he did have a point after all..

As you and the Sniper of the crew approached the dining hall, your thoughts were a bit..cluttered. At the same time you knew you weren’t to be so nervous, why should you be? But you just didn’t know how this was going to play out..you were positive Sanji had never been confronted with his whole life!

The sound of laughing and chatter soon filled the room you were in as you saw everyone eating happily, not a care in the world for them it seemed. Plates being sat on the table, glass clinking together was also heard. Your eyes slowly wondered around the room for your cook with the curly eyebrow.

And then, you spotted him.

He was standing by the sink, finding up something that was covered by the counter walls. Usopp gave you a wink fur good luck and went to go join the rest of the crew, grabbing his plate.

You took a deep breath and then sighed.

Man, you were really doing that a lot today huh?

Once you were behind the sink, you approached him, giving a polite yet sweet smile.

“Hey Sanji!..”

You said softly despite the fact that you were a bit uneasy for obvious reasons..

He took a glance at you and then another, blinking a bit before you saw his eyes light up, a big grin now plastered on his face. Come to think of it, he always had that when he saw you..

“Ah, Y/N-chan~! You’re just in time..I was getting a little worried..but I have your plate right here, ready for you to eat~!”

He said in that sane high pitched tone he used with you that always made you laugh. Now that you think of it, was that what he was doing and why he was standing there? You glanced down to see your plate by his hands at the moment, all fixed up and perfectly positioned.

Your heart almost melted..he was standing here the whole time, waiting for you and guarding your plate from a certain captain with a straw hat..

“Aww, that’s very sweet of you Sanji but..that’s exactly what I came here to talk to you about..I need to tell you something..”

You said, looking over him for a minute to make sure he was paying attention. His gaze was locked on you, rather intently..

Great! Now’s your chance!

“So uh, I’ve recently decided to start fasting..it’s because {your reason}, the reason why I haven’t told you id because well, I didn’t want you to get offended..your cooking is absolutely delicious! I’ve just made this choice..so..I hope you’re okay with it..”

He paused.

You glanced at the smoke spread around him from his cigarette, his blue eyes staring into yours the whole time. He then..chuckled a bit.

He closed his eyes for a moment taking his cigarette out and blowing smoke out almost efficiently.

“Well..Y/N..i cant force you to do anything..I’d just wish you would’ve told me sooner..just promise me that you’ll continue to eat full meals..and stay on the schedule your on..okay?”

You couldn’t have smiled more.

The next day rolled around and you got up early, earlier than anyone else to eat of course. Walking to the kitchen, you opened the fridge to make you something quick yet filling.

There you saw a plate of your favorite foods, covered in plastic wrap with a note attached to it.

“For Y/N, hope you enjoy my dear! ♡”

A/N:Hiiiii!! So sorry for the late notice but I had a busy day yesterday 😭 so this should hold you goes over until I can post the next chapter or Enchanted! It will be posted later tonight or tomorrow at latest! I will warn you guys that it will most likely be veryyy veryyy late! But I hope you liked this little oneshot! It’s a cute story don’t ya think?~ And I will say my writing has very much improved 😋 but I’ll see you later my lovelies! Thank you so much to the person who asked this! 💗🌸

Until next time my lovely petals~! 🪷🌷(by next time I mean like, in a few hours!)

[thebekashow]

Peter breaking the 4th wall.

he's not a yandere btw- he's just being spooky >:D

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Important message

Hi everyone :).

I am posting this for my own safety seeing as this mentioned harasser has gone out of their way to interact with myself, including @luvit and many other dark-fanfiction writers within this fandom.

There also may be more included, which is why I personally have decided to type out a post of my own.

TW: talks about slight discourse on this subject.

Edit: 2/29/2024: I'm on now BREAK. I will not be responding to any messages, asks, or submissions until the 5th.

This person, who originally was named @/bastardsloane (now casual-homosexual-enthusiast), would copy and paste fics and edit them in a way so it’s not "boring" to them.

They also harassed others for not finishing requests; not using the correct pronouns, or stating that the reader uses female anatomy and has gone out of their way to make alt accounts to harass me and others. Furthermore, they will pose as a new follower and interact with me and others to gain attention/validation.

The intention of this post is so that it can be known that they typically have posts regarding Price from COD (Aka: Berry Sloane), any/or male pronouns and MDNI, as well as having the Palestine flag in their bio. They immediately interact, reblog or comment on posts that we have posted.

This is not a post to spread hate — rather a word of caution in case this person has harassed you as well. @luvit, once posting the draft, will have a deeper explanation on why this person is someone you should not associate with.

As of now, I have decided that, a) I will be taking a break. And b) I have contacted Tumblr about this, and I hope to get an email back soon.

In the meantime, I will still be active, but not posting or writing anything relating to the fandoms that I love. My inbox and DMs are open for any messages.

[opallyrie]

Hey is anyone else tired of yandere self aware twisted wonderland head cannons and stories? While people can do what they want I just wish there were more options for those not interested in yandere content. The idea of a self aware twisted wonderland is such a cool concept I just wish there was more exploration into what that would actually entail. Anyway I mostly made this post to rant a little but also to ask for suggestions. If anyone knows of any non yandere self aware twisted wonderland content no matter how small please share it. Have a wonderful day everyone bye 💖👋

[amarias-yandere-blog]

This is not my usual post, but on my Pinterest Account, I have been told several times that Blade from Hsr is gay and that he does not want a woman's "help" or attention. I don't think that this is ok. It's not specifically stated by Hoyoverse that Blade is any specific sexuality, and it's not okay to go pushing an agenda on someone who CLEARLY enjoys the character that may or may not find the topic uncomfortable or unappealing. If you're a follower who is a gay person, then great, I won't bother you.

But please don't go pushing your agenda on others or pushing something that isn't true or untrue just because you want it to be all "yours." I admit that I will joke about being a gatekeeper to close friends on the internet, but it is only a joke. Please stop spreading hate and negativity about a clearly fictional character that we all love and use as a way to comfort ourselves.

It's one of the most annoying things about being in the Genshin and the Honkai Star Rail fandoms. We all have our opinions and we all have our coping mechanisms, but at the end of the day, we need to remember that the characters aren't real, but the people we talk to on the internet are.

If you get mad at me then I won't be upset, but I do hope that you will be able to keep it to yourself, because I am very tired of all the drama and the constant arguing about a character being gay or not. At the end of the day, you're allowed to have your own opinion, but I hope that you won't push it onto someone else.

[bangtan-in-black]

✎ ℳ.𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

☾- Yandere, ✐ - ongoing, ✔️ - completed, ♡ - fluff, ∞ - angst.

𝓞𝓣7 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓪𝓷

Fruits of my labour ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞

VIVE la RÉVOLUTION

𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷

𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲

Sleeping with the enemy ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞

𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷

𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷

Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️

𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴

Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️

[obsessorsobituary]

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[shini--chan]

Hello! I’ve read your Alfred x ColdWarSpy one shot and the oneshot of Alfred x Spy who’s target is England/England x Spay who’s target is America.

I love the way you portray Alfred! Someone on here once described him as: brilliant, ambitious, and ruthless. A combination of the superhero myths: Clark Kent & Lex Luthor, Captain America & Winter Soldier.

I love how you can portray him as still the sunny persona, and some of that may be part of his real self, but also the ruthless superpower that people forget about.

What more thoughts do you have on him?

Quick note: answering asks in a non-chronological order at the moment so that I can get around to emptying the ask box

Ooooo... another person who digs stirringwinds’s stuff. We stan. Also, thank you for the kind words.

In total, I have plenty of headcanons for almost all the Hetalia character’s, partially due to me being quiet the history buff. Warning for plenty of TV Tropes references, because I’m that sort of person that also uses TV Tropes as a Getaway Drug, so links!

Aside from the aforementioned characters that America shares parallels with, I see him having a lot in common with Indiana Jones. They are both the sort of figures that hold strong to a certain code, although with Alfred it often goes into the territory of American Execptionalism – a lot of the Utopia Justify the Means making him in the eyes of plenty of the other nations and even people a Well-Intentioned Extremist. This would also have some truth to it, given that his Puritan background would have left marks. Also has a habit of using Indy Ploys in which he has no concrete plan and just improvises as he goes. Has some negative side effects in larger operations, where he would need a more detailed plan aside from vague goals of establishing freedom and democracy or something of the sort. In simple terms, his thought process would sometimes be like this:

Situation A happens

Stuff happens

Situation B comes into effect.

Big on the Obfuscating Stupidity. On some part he is also very silly, and would just want to have some fun. On the other he would just want people to underestimate him. Think of Zaphod Beeblebrox from Hitchhikker’s Guide to the Galaxy. At times can also be as vain and narcissistic.

On both of the upper points – he has a tendency to over think matters at times, leading to the Centipede’s Dilemma. But because that’s one of the things he is generous enough to share, he loves invoking it in others. May or may not have killed Arthur in the past by yelling “Which foot goes next?” when the latter was running down the stairs, causing his father to stumble and break his neck. Yes, Alfred suffers from Comedic Sociopathy, especially when it comes to people he doesn’t really like.

Apropos people he doesn’t like – while Alfred is at times inclusive and loves experiencing other cultures, that wouldn’t apply to morality. Nations have difference moral nuances, things they consider right and wrong that can differ from their neighbour. America is of the opinion that his way is the right way – other modes of thinking would either be tolerated or outright condemned.

Torn between wanting to have adventure and a desire for a simple life. In that sense, he always functions best while living on a frontier, where he would have a mix of both. Always has new ideas, many seeming hare-brained to outsiders, and even to himself in retrospect. But he loves to be a Pioneer, so he won’t let anybody stop him, until it is too late, that is.

Is a surprisingly good cook, although it often involves things that other people wouldn’t eat. Literally can’t stick to the recipe because he would always want to try out something new. As such, he would seldom make the same thing twice. Except steak – the steak must be rare and the tea of the southern sweet variety or else.

Ranges from being a Southern Gentlemen to a loud and rude New Yorker with all of that Brooklyn Rage and everything in between. Though, aside from that, he would often put on the guise of that All-American Boy and turn up that Hollywood Charm.

I shall finish here before it gets out of hand, though you peeps are free to request more in the future.

[cottoncandyjester]

Whats the non-yandere gang upto? (I miss them so much ;-;)

Decided to do some world building lol

Context needed for this fic: non yandere intro

Warning this contains: mention of a hunt, mention of yandere behavior, a bit of tense atmosphere

“So the mayor is spending the night at our house” taro mumbled out sleepily as he poured himself coffee. Jackson gasped dropping the dish he had in his hand while staring at taro with fear and shock, body shaking.

“T-the mayor? L-like our town mayor? Why would he be spending the night?” Jackson mumbled out eyes prickled with tears as raven cleaned up the glass on the floor and altor was calming him down by pulling him into his lap and rubbing his back.

“Yeah, why is that monster coming to our house?” Altor said softly with a scoff, Sage who by now was more focused on eating shot taro a sharp glare. “You aren’t in love with them right?” She asked out with a worried tone.

Taro expected questions though not so fast, he took a sip of the black coffee “well he was going to take me out to dinner to discuss work and a new case he personally wants me to take but I told him I had plans to spend time with my partners and he invited himself to spending the night. Said it was payment for us not taking any part in any town events like the pride festival or the annual hunt” taro explained in a full tone, staring into his mug.

Taro knew this town was sick, him and his partners were one of the few that weren’t infected. An illness that could be spread through genes or can be given via a drug that taro couldn’t pinpoint where they came from, an illness that made someone so obsessed with another that it would make even the purest person commit a blood bath.

“Well if it’s for one night..should be okay, but we should keep an eye on him” raven mumbled out with a scoff “let’s just be careful, I don’t trust them” raven said and with that the discussion was done, they had almost forgotten the conversation.

When a doorbell interrupted them just as Sage and altor were setting the table for dinner. When raven opened the door he felt his blood go cold at the sight of the mayor infront of him, bright smile widening as they tilted their head to the side with a hushed humming noise.

The mayor looked young late 20s early 30s despite this no one not even the elders could remember a time where he wasn’t mayor. Rumors of him selling his soul to the devil to become immortal or him being some vampire became popular in town, he was tall being maybe 6’4 which only made his smile more intimidating. The male had dark skin that looked almost like it glowed, then again when one was in the spotlight it would be natural that they took care of themselves, his hair was in a messy ponytail with bangs falling over his face a bit, the messy hair being dyed in a ombré style with most of the bright red being in his hangs while the top of his hair was more of a dark crimson.

What unnerved raven the most were his eyes, or lack there of. He had eyes of course but they gave the impression that they were constantly closed, his smile only causing his eyes to squint more making it impossible to see his eye color, to see what his eyes were hiding. Raven only caught his eye color once and it was a time where rage over took him causing his eyes to widen, but raven couldn’t remember for the life of him what that color was.

“Raven! It’s nice to see you again!”

“M-mr. Mayor, come in..” raven stammered out as the male stepped inside. “Please, call me ambrose” he said softly as he noticed altor glaring at him while Jackson hid behind Sage who was much short than he was. “Goodness you would think I’m the devil or something! Relax i come bearing gifts!” He chimed out holding up the expensive looking gift bag “I brought wine for us to drink, I don’t get out of my office too often so this is honestly much needed” ambrose said with a giddy giggle

“Weren’t you seen at the inn like just week?” Sage barked out causing altor to elbow her with a warning glare “save manners..” he hissed making ambrose turn his head away a hand over his mouth shoulders shivering from laughter.

“No no it’s fine! That was more of a business meeting I was simply scoping the place out to see if..”he trailed off shaking his head “I shouldn’t spoil the surprise! Dinner smells really good! Shall we begin?” He cooed out.

To say that dinner was awkward was an understatement, the group who would normally be loud and bombastic were deathly mute, the vibe was tense and Ambrose caught that. “To think my ace detective and his lovers would despise me this much, what a shame” he mumbled out with a sigh twirling his fork to collect the spaghetti they were eating.

“No no no! It’s not that I just, well..we don’t get to see you often that’s all! I mean the events you hold are pretty brutal and we could never take-ow!” Jackson flinched when he felt a kick to his leg. Sage cleared her throat “what my partner meant to say was we don’t really hang around town y’know? With the hunt coming soon we are a little tense” she said with a nervous grin.

“Oh? Well I suppose I understand! Hopefully you all haven’t caught anyone’s eye enough to become a target. Though, altor..a smart man like you would be almost too delicious to turn down hunting for, and Sage..a strong girl like you? Who wouldn’t want to be at your mercy you have the makings of a hunter my dear” the way he spoke was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

“W-we aren’t like that..loving someone so much you would kill for them, I can’t even imagine taking a life..it’s so terrible. I-I find all life valuable, so taking one..feels dirty” Jackson chimed in and the silence that took over made the group realize that his response surprised Ambrose who dropped his fork now clasping his hands together resting his chin on where his fingers intertwined eyes wider than normal showing off his aqua colored eyes that sparkles with curiosity.

“Is that so? How interesting~ you all really are interesting.” He said softly with a soft chuckle that didn’t sound condescending like the others did but instead one resembling a child having fun. “Taro, I want to promote you to chief if you would accept it” Ambrose said softly his response making taro flinch now tensing up “excuse me? But why? I’m just a detective, to make me chief especially with how young I am is just-”

“I believe in you. Is that now enough? If you were chief that would give you special access to closed case information, as well as the ability to assign your own tasks force for whatever you want..even cases that are ten years old and involving a house fire perhaps?” Ambrose said softly knowing he got taro right where he wanted him.

Before taro could respond altor stood up slamming his hands on the table “what’s your game here? You wouldn’t just let someone have that much power.” He said sharply his response making the male in question sigh “you caught me..boo-hoo” he pouted before smiling brightly once more. “I have one single condition. You all must attend the two events I hold every year for our lovely town of kalopsia at least once, I expect to see all of you at pride and as far as the hunt that’s happening soon..” Ambrose paused his talking to stand up now leaning in close to altor who glared at him only to falter when he saw bright aqua eyes staring into his brown ones.

“There are five of you, I expect three of you to be prey and the other two as hunters..don’t care who but please submit your forms to town hall by next week.” He whispers lowly before reaching out and cupping altor’s cheek “I would hate to have to choose for you all, cause if it was up to me…that one right there would be my pick for one of the prey and I know the other hunters would gobble him up like a sweet treat” He said in a low yet dangerous tone as he glanced at Jackson who was shaking and in tears.

Altor felt his anger rise but before he can act on it Ambrose let out a gasp “oh no! I forgot I do have something important to do! Well I’ll let you all think about our little deal, i will have to take a rain check on our slumber party!” He chimed out as he walked towards the door

“Taro, I want you to really think about what’s at stake here. You all know where to find me if you need anything, let’s play again soon~” and just like that the male was gone leaving the intense air to stay.

None of them went to sleep that night, too scared and stressed to sleep. Taro had a tough call to make, he knew it was selfish of him to take that deal but the current chief wasn’t giving him all the info he needed for his sister’s case, taro would die for that information…would kill for it.

[lovemeaishite]

YO????? TYSM???

[thornybubbles]

The Cat Came Back (Followup) The Morioh Gang reactions

Note: This is a follow up piece to “The Cat Came Back” in which the Reader finds themselves in the possession of the Stand, Killer Queen and asks Josuke for help. The following is just showing how the other characters would react. So headcanons I guess… You can find the original story this is based on here: 

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Josuke: You already saw his initial reaction when you told him about your unwanted Stand, but there was a lot that Josuke left unsaid, mostly because he didn’t want you to see just how disturbed he really was. He can’t even imagine what you must be going through. This whole situation is horrific and… well… bizarre. It was bad enough that you were targeted and held hostage by Kira during the final confrontation, but now you’re stuck with Kira’s Stand as your own. He still doesn’t understand how something like that could even happen. How does a living person end up with a dead man’s Stand? It’s even more confusing if you consider how Reimi said that Kira died. If both user and Stand were torn apart by ghostly arms, then how is the Stand still active? And why, WHY, WHY, is it acting as your Stand now? Josuke never wanted you to get involved in the crazy, dangerous world of Stand users, but you are now and he can’t help but blame himself. If he had never become friends with you, then maybe you wouldn’t have run into Kira that day and this wouldn’t be happening to you now. He really, really hopes that Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation can help you with this, because this is one thing he knows he can’t fix. Just like with the death of his grandfather, he feels helpless and frustrated. But to you, he’s a beacon of calm acceptance. He’ll never let you see how shook up he is because you don’t need that right now. 

Okuyasu: He takes it pretty badly. He finds the whole situation to be freaky and incredibly unfair. Expect a lot of angry crying from him in the beginning. 

“Whaaaaat??!!” he shouts. “What the hell is this?! How does something like that even happen?! Can’t that creepy hand-humping bastard go haunt someone else?!” 

He insists that Josuke could probably fix it if he used Crazy Diamond to bring you back to a state before you became a Stand user, but Josuke explains that his powers don’t work like that. Okuyasu is so desperate that he even suggests, to everyone’s horror, that he could use The Hand to erase Killer Queen. That idea is very quickly shot down by Josuke. 

“Think about it, Okuyasu,” Josuke says. “If you erase a person’s Stand it’s like erasing their soul! Do you want to do that to our friend?” 

Okuyasu realizes his idea was awful, but dammit he wants to help okay? He feels helpless and frustrated that he can’t think of anything useful in this situation. He just wants the Stand to go away and leave you alone. He even goes so far as to ask you to summon Killer Queen just so he can say that to the Stand’s face. 

“Listen here you pink cat bastard!” he practically spits at the Stand. “You better fuck off and leave our friend alone or I’m gonna make your life a living hell!!!” 

Killer Queen merely stares Okuyasu down until the delinquent actually starts feeling a little nervous. Then the Stand has the nerve to give him a wry little smile and duck down to nuzzle his head against yours. Freaked out, you dismiss him and Okuyasu rages. It’s going to take a LOOOOOOOONG time for Okuyasu to come to terms with your new status as a Stand user. 

Koichi: Koichi is horrified, not just at the situation, but he is very worried for you. Like everyone else, he’s baffled at how you could end up with someone else’s Stand. Not only that, but Koichi is the first to notice that there’s something different about Killer Queen now that it’s attached to you. The Stand seems more lively and sentient with you than it did with Kira, even going so far as to mock others and show you unwanted affection. It was far, far more reserved with Kira. What did that mean exactly? Did it have to do with your personality having an effect on its behavior? He wants to offer you all the support and comfort that he can as your friend but he can’t ignore the creeping feeling of dread that comes over him when he’s in your presence now. He tries not to let it show, because the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s afraid of you. You have enough to worry about without having to consider if your friends fear you now. 

Koichi starts doing research on Stands and Stand users, hoping to find something he can use to help you. Maybe there’s a way to separate a user from their Stand without hurting them? Of course, he has considered your feelings on the matter. Would you want to be separated from Killer Queen? Koichi will never say this out loud, but he has a terrible fear that a little bit of Kira’s personality has remained within Killer Queen and that there may be a possibility that Kira’s violent tendencies will start to manifest within you. He really hopes that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want Kira somehow hurting anyone else from beyond the grave, least of all one of his closest friends. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you started turning violent…

Jotaro: As per usual, Jotaro’s reaction is minimal when he first finds out, but his eyes are filled with a myriad of emotions: anger, shock, horror, and exhaustion. Especially the last one. Jotaro is so very tired. It’s bad enough that he’s still having to deal with DIO’s evil influence on the world even after the blood-sucking asshole’s death, but now Kira’s Stand has fused itself with your soul and is acting as your Stand. What is it with villains and the need to cling to the living world even after their very deserved deaths? Jotaro is oddly reminded of that stupid old kid’s song he heard when he was very young: 

But the cat came back the very next day

The cat came back, they thought he was a goner

But the cat came back, it just couldn't stay away

That did seem to be the case with Kira. Though, Killer Queen wasn’t Kira’s Stand anymore so it technically wasn’t Kira anymore either. He couldn’t ignore that fact. Killer Queen was your Stand now. Like Koichi, he could sense a difference in the Stand now that it was yours. It seemed more sentient than it was with Kira and he wasn’t blind to the mocking smile the thing would give him and the others. That was worrying. That and how affectionate it seemed towards you. It very clearly recognized and accepted you as its new user. This sudden level of sentience it displayed was disturbing.

The whole thing annoyed him. Just like Koichi, he feared that some of Kira’s influence still lingered within Killer Queen and could have an effect on you. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem to have the best control over the Stand, due to the fact that it sometimes materialized when you didn’t want it to and how it hesitated when you tried to dismiss it. That settles it. He was going to train you on how to control Killer Queen before the thing decided to control you. From now on, you can expect to be dragged along whenever Jotaro is showing Josuke how to better control Crazy Diamond. He would work with the Speedwagon Foundation in order to better understand your condition and help you in any way he could. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let Kira’s influence corrupt you. 

Rohan: Surprisingly, Rohan is the one to take the news the hardest, but he’s also the one to find something close to a solution to your problem. 

Next to Koichi, you’re one of the few people he puts any value in. When you reveal Killer Queen to him his first response is to recoil in fear (let’s not forget the multiple deaths he had to endure because of the Stand’s user). After that he gets angry. 

“If this is supposed to be a prank, it’s not funny! Did Josuke put you up to this? I never realized that low-life had such a demented sense of humor…” he says.

When you explain to him that it isn’t a prank and he realizes that Killer Queen has indeed become your Stand, he starts acting as if you just informed him that you had a terminal illness and only had a year to live. You watch as the poor man goes through all seven stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Denial: “This has to be a joke. I won’t believe that it’s true! Something like this is impossible! How can you have a dead man’s Stand!?” 

Anger: “How could you let something like this happen?! I know it’s not your fault, that’s not the point! Surely you could have done something to stop it?! And where was Josuke or that nitwit, Okuyasu?! Why didn’t they do something?! I’m not shouting, you’re shouting!!” 

Bargaining: “I’ll give you an autograph if you say that you’ve been messing with me this whole time! I won’t even get angry, I promise! What about one of my unpublished manuscripts? One of my figurines? You… you’re really not joking about this are you?” 

Depression: He goes over to his desk and just sits there staring out the window. You don’t get a response out of him but you notice the tears rolling down his face and you’re shocked. The “Great” Rohan Kishibe is actually shedding tears? And on your behalf? After a moment he wipes his face and starts talking to you as if nothing happened. 

Acceptance: “This isn’t ideal, but it isn’t the end of the world. You say that Jotaro’s been teaching you how to better control Killer Queen? That’s good. Now you won’t have to worry about it hurting anyone you don’t want it to.” 

At some point during the conversation, Rohan jumps up from his seat and grabs the sides of his head with disbelief. 

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of this.” he mutters. 

“Think of what?” you ask, hoping he has thought of some kind of solution to your problem. 

“We’ll use Heaven’s Door to prevent you from losing control over Killer Queen!” 

You stared at him, mouth open in surprise. How had no one considered that before now? 

“Give me your hand.” Rohan says and you oblige. 

Heaven’s Door manifests next to him and the little Stand touches the back of your hand. You stare at him amazed, having never seen him up until that moment. You are startled as the back of your hand flips open like a tiny book. You see writing on the inside of it, but don’t have time to read any of it before Rohan grabs a pen and jots something down in the margins of the page. It says, 

“I have complete and total control over my Stand, Killer Queen. It will never harm anyone that is not a threat to me or my loved ones.” 

Then Heaven’s Door flips the book closed and your hand returns to normal. 

“Now, that settles that!” Rohan says with a self satisfied grin. “Really I’m surprised you hadn’t come to me sooner…” 

While Rohan is congratulating himself, you take the time to lean up and give him a kiss of gratitude on his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Rohan!” you say, overflowing with relief and thankfulness. 

Rohan freezes mid-sentence, a stunned expression on his face. For a full minute he just stands there staring with his mouth open in shock and a hint of pink dusting his normally pale cheeks. At first you thought that you might have crossed a line and he’d start shouting at you, but he doesn’t. Then you start worrying if you’ve broken him. 

“Rohan?” You ask. 

This seems to snap the manga creator out of his stunned state. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel, marches over to his desk, plops down in the chair and starts scribbling away in a notebook. 

“....rapid heart beat….feelings of almost unbearable euphoria…” 

He stops to reach up and touch his face then immediately goes back to writing.

“...cheeks feel like they’re on fire….” 

You blink at him, not knowing what to say or do. You guess he’s gone into work mode. There’s not much you can do to break him out of that once his creative juices start flowing. You decide to leave and go tell the others the good news. 

“Okay, well. I guess I’ll go let Josuke and the others know. I’m sure they’ll be relieved.” you say. 

“Later, Rohan.” 

You start to leave when Rohan suddenly turns to you with a serious expression. 

“Before you go, I want it to be known here and now that if you tell anyone, especially Josuke, that I cried, I will never speak to you again.” 

Your lips twitch as you hold back a laugh. 

“You’re secret’s safe with me, Rohan-sensei.” you say.

[konigsblog]

Kidnapper-König and his perverse torture methods. (🌽 link)

CW: NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, DARK FICTION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

König doesn't see anything wrong with his cruel behaviour. Of course, he's not completely oblivious and delusional - he knows that it's illegal, but regardless, he craves control over someone like yourself. You're so meek and quiet, shuffling away from his lustful touch when he attempts to pull you in close. It almost always ends in König's large, gloved hand around your ankle, dragging you in close to hold you down.

To König, you're everything he wants. His heart breaks every time you squirm away from him. All he wants to do is dote on you, kiss your cheeks, and slide into your slick hole slowly and carefully. He'd rut into you while pressing soft, tender kisses down your neck and shoulder, preparing you to take his offspring. That's all he desires, a loving family he can call his own.

But, of course, you put up a fight. König gets frustrated at your behaviour more than he likes to admit. He attempts to hold himself back, but it's inevitable. You're awoken to König's calloused hand slapping your face awake, the tightness on your wrists and ankles already sending you into flight or fight mode. Looking down, you can see that you're chained to a chair, with a vibrator against your little clit, naked and exposed to your kidnapper once again. Your breathing quickly picks up, worry visible across your face. Fuck, König has been so excited to introduce this new form of torture to his beloved captive, to throat fuck you and hear your muffled screams, to feel the vibrations against his swollen cock while you squirm and whimper out pitifully.

Before you're able to react, König turns the sex toy on. The sensitivity slowly begins to increase as he drags his thumb across the remote, placing it in his pocket, out of reach from his victim.

He tightens his grasp on your locks of hair and tilts your head backwards, already shoving his hard, meaty cock down your throat before you can let out a plea for mercy. The sounds of your cries harden König's twitching cock. He gazes down at you, his eyes full of euphoria behind the veil he wears. He knows how much it intimidates you, how you quickly quieten down and become obedient. But, with the vibrator stimulating your sensitive pussy, you can't control the moans that flow from your lips. Your stomach churns with disgust at your body's reaction, your eyes welling with tears and your cunt quickly becoming soaked, juices coating your thighs, leaving your pussy sticky and aroused, a meal for König to devour later.

”That’s it, Mauschen. You’re doing so well.” König's thick length silences your screams, stifling your moans and cries, while the chair beneath you becomes wet with your pussy leaking uncontrollably. His gaze is predatory, stalking his prey, thinking about his next meal when he glances down at your slick hole and the mess you've created between your legs.

Oh, Liebling, give into him. This is your fate, accept it.

[yandere-kokeshi]

I have to be real with you guys. I'm not doing so great atm, and i'm sorry for uploading requests that you guys send in.

Writing block has its ropes on me. My physical health isn't all that great either. I'm not purposefully ignoring requests. I'm just having extremely hard time writing, especially since I'm chronically ill most of the time. It doesn't help that hospital visits are basically my life.

I'm really sorry for disappointing you. I'm trying, I really am.

I understand if you're mad or upset that I'm not uploading things that you had sent in. And I totally get you. I would be, too. Especially if it was a month or more ago.

Honestly, I might just stop writing all together. And come back when I'm in a better place, or focus on one or two Fandoms at a time; take things slow so I won't get overwhelmed.

I'd like your guys' input. But again, I'm sorry.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Exception

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

5.8k wc

Synopsis: You never bothered with Suguru's crush on you, knowing it would fade. After meeting him again years later, you make the horrible discovery that his feelings for you have only festered.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, murder of a side character, slight gore, violence, rape/noncon, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unsafe sex)

When you were in your first year of college, you got a part-time job at a nearby cafe. 

It was easy work. Make coffee. Bake some pastries. Attend to the customers. Nothing too unmanageable. It was an insignificant part of your life. 

Then, Gojo and Geto came along.

 

Insufferably annoying. Especially, the loud one. They always caused a havoc in the cafe, often to the point where the manager had to physically kick them out. It was a turbulent two weeks, until one day you promised them if they kept it down, you'd let them try a few of your experimental pastries. 

Really, it was your own damn fault. They started coming every day after that, mostly to bother you. The only reason management hadn't outright banned them was probably because Gojo made 50% of their entire revenue. 

You warmed up to them eventually. Your fake smiles turned into more amused ones because of their antics. Once or twice, they'd get a good laugh out of you. You've heard rumors of a private, religious highschool nearby. You always assumed they were a byproduct of that. 

Eventually, Gojo becomes Satoru. Geto becomes Suguru. Nice kids, if not a bit overzealous. Despite refusing to hang out with them after work, you had to admit, you grew a bit attached to them. You found yourself asking about their day, hiding sweets for the two of them, sometimes you'd even let them steal a croissant or two. 

You bet the reason they hung around you was because, to them, you were some cool college student. Secretly, you found it a little flattering. Some days, their friendship was the highlight of your shift. It's clear Satoru is always the instigator, always looking like he's about to bounce off the walls (you have told him to lay off the sugar), it's not like Suguru was any better. He tried to act like he was the more refined part of the friendship. He often fails, at least in your eyes. 

It becomes pretty apparent that Suguru had a crush on you. You're not sure when exactly you started to notice the bashful looks, the slight flush on his cheeks whenever you accidentally brush his hand, the fact that he visits far more often (even though Satoru has the sweet-tooth) but you can't unsee it now. It doesn't help that Satoru looks downright giddy whenever his friend talks to you, barely controlling his giggles in the background. His reaction and Suguru's irritation often start a few skirmishes right outside the cafe doors. You've told them multiple times to take their fights in the alley at least. They never listened. 

For his sake, you don't acknowledge it, already knowing what it is. A schoolyard crush. Harmless, it'll pass. Eventually, when you're a distant memory to them, Satoru will tease him about it and Suguru will give a playful elbow nudge. Much to your relief, Suguru doesn't pull you to the side and confess. He's refined, in that way, never giving too much until you have the evidence and clues yourself. 

It continued like that for months. And then, something changed. 

They stopped coming around as much. Daily visits turned weekly. Weekly turned to every so often. Their energy felt off too. Satoru seemed the same as always, if not a bit more mellowed out. It was Suguru you mainly worried for. Each time he returned, he looked worse and worse. Darker circles. Eyes filled with exhaustion. 

You pull him aside eventually, asking if anything is going on, asking if he's okay, asking if he wants to talk. As sincerely as you can, you tell him that you're here for him. He at least attempts to smile at that. When you press, he shakes his head. 

"It's nothing," you both know he's lying, "it's just....it's nice to see that there is one exception." 

A little while after that, they stop coming entirely. You notice, but you aren't able to focus on it. School gets harder, you're cutting back your work to focus on it. You don't even recognize Satoru at first when he walks in nearly a year later. 

He's different. So much taller. Despite being a few years younger than you...he doesn't feel like a kid anymore. An easygoing smile is pulled on his face when he sees you, giving a lazy wave. You return it, though a bit hesitant. He talks to you as though no time has passed at all, asking what you made for him this time. He talks fast. His voice is too laid back. Too casual. Like he's avoiding something. You think you know what. 

"Where's Suguru?" you ask when you glance behind Satoru for the third time, "I haven't seen him around lately." 

He freezes, like he's been dreading that question ever since he came in. Finally, he shrugs, making a noncommital hum. His sunglasses obscure his eyes but it isn't enough to hide how cold he suddenly turned. Satoru seems to realize that too. His answer is pulled by reluctance. 

"We don't talk anymore." He doesn't say anything more. You don't need him to.

When he pulls out his wallet, you tell him it's on the house. He looks at you then. His mouth opens, searching for the right words. He waits too long. His mask slips back into place. 

Gojo grins at you, painfully fake. 

"Take care of yourself, will ya?" 

You never see him again after that. You know it's your fault. 

You think about them every so often when you can, Suguru especially. He rests in the back of your mind like an old piece of furniture you can't bring yourself to throw out. Suguru sometimes haunts your dreams with his darkened eyes and the pure brokenness on his face. For some reason, you think you failed him somehow. You felt like you could have done more. Maybe, if you'd tried harder to reach out, things would have been different. Two boys wouldn't be utterly heartbroken. 

Years pass by. You quit working at the cafe. You graduate college. You move cities. You get a job. Eventually, you settle into a nice apartment. You forget all about your days in that quaint little restaurant, your attention hogged by a couple of annoying high schoolers. You don't think about Satoru for years. You don't think about Suguru for years. 

Until one day, when he calls your name in the street. 

He was bigger now, towering over you with broad shoulders. His hair was longer, darker too, less of a green, more black. He's ditched his school uniform, trading it for a more casual outfit. It's his face that makes you hesitate before you use your voice, that same smile, physically at least. He looks the same, but then he doesn't. 

"...Suguru?" It's a question because you're still not sure. 

He smiles wider. 

"Long time, huh?" 

Somehow, your reunion culminates in a restaurant. You still feel out of it, somehow, like you're watching yourself in an out-of-body experience. Between the food and him, you're not sure if you can even believe it. 

He tells you he heads a temple now. A pious man. You shouldn't be surprised, considering his education, but you never knew he was so invested in religion. The two of you converse about other meaningless things. The conversation becomes less stilted. More sincere. You learned your lesson from last time. You don't bring up Satoru unless he does. 

Much to your disappointment, he doesn't. 

Compared to yours, his life is so crazy. Not just with the temple. Suguru tells you he's a father now too. Adopted two little girls. He's barely 22. You can barely hold your disbelief, shaking your head as you take another sip of your coffee. 

"In any case," you say when the conversation draws to a lull, "I'm just really glad you're happy, Suguru. You deserve it." 

When Suguru gives you a questioning look, you continue. 

"The last time we saw each other, you looked miserable." 

 His eyes widen in realization before a laugh bubbles out of his throat. Deep, rich like chocolate. 

"Back then, I was going through a lot." He sighs. "I was figuring out what I wanted. It...it was a tough time for me." 

You nod along, hoping you aren't forcing him to pry. However, the Suguru you're faced with now doesn't seem like that type of person anymore. He won't give if you press. He talks on his own terms. You never once thought of him as a pushover, but he's less open now. Perhaps it's because he's no longer a child. 

Suguru smiles then, a little more sincere than his first. 

"You know...I've always wanted to thank you." 

You tilt your head. "What for?" 

He plays with his empty cup like he's searching for the answer himself. "You gave me hope when no one else did. Everyone was so quick to tell me if I was wrong or right."

He leans back on his chair, eyes drifting towards the ceiling, "Other humans, they're always so enraptured by their own lives. You were the only person who reached out. At least, who cared enough to." 

The guilt from years ago slipped back into your throat. So he had been suffering. You should have done more. He was just a kid. They both had been. You could have done something. Maybe you could have saved a little more.

His hand finds yours on the table. They're rough, calloused. You can feel the scars. He squeezes your fingers. 

"Thank you," he murmurs, "For being an exception." 

You squeeze back. 

It's a tumultuous friendship, at first. It's much like a burn. Sensitive, it hurts at first. The wound is too fresh. Eventually, dead skin and memories fade away. You find yourself texting him. Once a week. Maybe a little more, if you get brave enough. 

Once, he sends you a picture of a white cat lounging in a sunbeam.

looks like Satoru, he types. 

(You stare at the caption for a long longer than necessary.)

It does, you send back.

You visit his temple once. He invited you, actually. A free tour, he had joked. It was beautiful. A large expansive garden filled with all types of flowers. The courtyard felt like it stretched for miles. That was just the outskirts of the temple. The building was something else entirely. A large ceiling. Expansive walls. White pillars that keep going higher and higher and higher. 

You notice his followers are everywhere. Most carry the same smile on their face. Bright, happy, cheery, but too strained. Like it's a job for them. It feels weird to say, but he fits nicely here. You think that because this wasn't the place you thought Suguru would end up. He dons the traditional clothing perfectly. Like they were made for him. They probably were, considering how high his reputation was. 

If he hadn't had the same face, the same hair color. You wouldn't have recognized him at all. He's managed to replace every single thing in his life with something new. It doesn't go unnoticed by you that you're the only thing he keeps from the past. A momento of sorts. You're a keepsake, for him. You don't mind the symbolism. You've always been easily flattered. 

You just failed to realize that not all of his feelings had changed. 

It was in front of your house. After, yet another visit to the temple (much at Suguru's insistence), he'd offered to walk you home. You would have declined if it wasn't so dark out. In the end, you accept his offer. 

"The girls have come to like you," Suguru says after a lull of pleasant silence. When you glance at him, you find his eyes on you. 

"Have they?" you prod. 

In all honestly, you didn't think they liked you at all at first. You don't have that much experience with young children, but you found it odd how unnerved Nanako and Mimiko seemed to get around you, practically hiding behind their father's figure, peeking out with untrusting eyes. Suguru had to gently coax them out with soft words, insisting that you were a close friend of his, you were 'different'. 

"Yes, they talk about you all the time," he continues, rolling his eyes in affection, "Mimiko especially gets very animated." 

Your heart skips a beat at his answer. You never felt one way or the other about children, but it felt nice when two little girls felt so highly about you. Those two especially. 

"It must be from all the sweets I bribed them with," you say, jokingly, "Please tell me I didn't cause them any stomach aches." 

He laughs, light and pretty. 

"It's not that," he responds, "it's because of you, mostly. You're different from the others."

You smile, but it's half-hearted, an attempt more than anything. It takes you a while for you to work up for the question. For some reason, you feel a bit nervous, like you're stepping on something you shouldn't be. 

"Different," you start, "you keep saying that. What does that mean? What am I different from?" 

He stops, just at the entrance of your flat. Suguru's fingers drum on his pants. You stare at him. He stares right back. 

"You are different, in so many different ways," he says, though it feels as though he's speaking to himself, rather than you. 

He takes a step forward. Tiny, he barely even moved. And yet, the distance between the two of you has vanished completely. 

"You've always been. Different from everyone else. The only one." You can't tell if he cut himself off, or if there was truly nothing else to say. 

It was barely a kiss. His lips brushed against yours, barely touching. Soft, like he cherished you the most out of all his possessions. The gentleness of it all is enough for you to freeze. 

Then his hand curls around your waist, and you jolt back into your body. 

You splay your hands on his chest, pushing him away until you have enough momentum to step back. His loose hold on you falls away. You can't look at him, even when you can feel his stare burn into you. 

"Suguru," you say, because you're mind is still running to catch up to your heart, "I-we-" 

Your name being called stops your babbling. You don't think he saw, god you hoped he hadn't. When you look over, he's smiling, so you don't think he did. He was never one to hide his feelings. Still, you step away from Suguru, ignoring how stiff the man had become. 

"Hey," you say, mostly out of relief because you couldn't deal with this anymore. When he wraps you into a hug and a chaste kiss, you wordlessly accept. Suguru's gaze on your back only gets stronger. 

"Who's this?" he asks, gesturing at Suguru. Your smile falters as you glance at Suguru. His face was blank. He wasn't even smiling anymore as he continued to stare at your man. 

"A friend," you say before Suguru can make this already worse, "and he was just leaving." 

"Oh," he says, before smiling down at you. Delightfully oblivious. 

"We'll talk later, okay Suguru?" You send Suguru a hurried smile before dragging him into your shared flat. 

You lock the door behind you. He says something just then, you laugh, trying so hard not to sense Suguru's presence through the door. You don't think he leaves. Not for a good long while. 

You don't speak to Suguru, after that. 

You wince whenever you see his name through your contact list now, as though even seeing a remnant of him is painful. You don't go to the temple anymore. Your communication with the girls turns nonexistent. 

Suguru hasn't said anything to you either. The line has grown dead both ways. 

You feel guilty, even though you know it wasn't your fault, you still can't help but wonder if you could have done something different. Did you do something that made him think you were interested? You probably had, knowing how unaware you could be, sometimes. You couldn't help but feel ecstatic when the two of you reconnected again. You'd been so excited for Suguru, happy for him because he'd finally found his way. You didn't know he still liked you after all these years. It was a schoolyard crush, at least, it was supposed to be.

Looking back, you didn't think you'd even told Suguru that you were already seeing someone. One blunder after a blunder. 

It must have been embarrassing for him, you can't help but think. Even when he was younger, Suguru had always held onto his pride dearly. You don't know if your friendship could ever be the same after this, but you'd like to extend the olive branch. If he'd take it. 

You tell your boyfriend about the incident eventually. You know it's not your fault, but you still feel like it is. He takes it well, once you explain, looking at you sweetly. 

"I could tell something was going on between you and him," he says, "but thanks for telling me." 

"You aren't mad?" you ask, half-afraid of the answer. 

"At you? Course not. Him, however"- he made a swing motion with his fist "-he does something like that again and I'll punch his lights out." 

You laugh, knowing it's a joke, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He beams. 

It takes a week of radio silence to forget about the mishap. You're humming a song you've forgotten the lyrics to when you arrive at your apartment. Your boyfriend said that he was coming home early tonight. You'd planned something quiet for the evening. A movie, cheap drinks. 

"Welcome home." Suguru grins. You freeze. 

He sits on the couch, splayed out like he belonged there. He's not wearing his priest garment, now garbed with a simple shirt and jeans. It takes a minute for you to figure out what you're looking at. Slowly, you close the door behind you. 

"Hey," you say, hoping your tone doesn't indicate just off-put by this encounter you are.

Suguru doesn't seem to mind your reluctance. 

"He let me in." Suguru points to somewhere behind you. Oh, your boyfriend is probably in the bathroom. "He was such a nice man. You were very lucky." 

"Thank you," you find yourself saying, "I am." 

His smile grows bigger, and you wonder if there's a joke you aren't let in on. Like he's saying something that's going right above your head. 

When you take a glance behind you, your partner is nowhere to be seen. It makes you wonder if you should say something to Suguru right now. Mend the bridge that's shattered between you. Currently, he seemed to be in a good mood. 

"Suguru," you start, taking a tiny step forward. You twiddle with your fingers. 

"Listen, I'm really sorry for how things went the last time we met. I just-" He hushes you, putting a finger to his lips. 

"You shouldn't air out your affairs in front of him like that," he tells you, "you might hurt his feelings." 

What? You look behind you again. Nothing. 

Suguru laughs. It sounds off. Wordlessly, he points behind you again but angles his finger a tiny bit higher. You follow his direction. 

Immediately, you wish you hadn't. 

He's in pieces, scattered all over the ceiling. A hand is above the door, a leg is above the kitchen. It's like his appendages were chopped before being glued onto the ceiling. There's no blood, just body parts. 

The worst part was that he was still alive. His head was still attached to his torso, the only part of him that was still intact. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and it took you a second that he was trying to tell you something. Repeating a word over and over. 

Run. 

Your hand covers your mouth as you continue to stare up at him. What was left of him. You think your knees are threatening to give before Suguru's holding you up. You can feel him lead you towards the couch, sitting you down in the plush mattress. He curls an arm around you, letting out a sigh.

"I meant what I said." Suguru adjusts your hair. "He was such a nice man, for a monkey anyway."

It doesn't occur to you that Suguru had done this until he speaks. You'd known Suguru said he performed exorcisms in his temple. You didn't-you couldn't-

"You?" you can barely push the wavering words out, "you-how-Suguru-" 

He hushes you, drawing you closer to his body. You're completely dwarfed by him as he rests his head on your neck, breathing in your scent. You are barely coherent, sucking in air as your voice dissolves into sobs. 

"I would have liked it if things hadn't turned out this way," he sighs, "but I don't believe it would have turned out any differently." 

His tone is almost pitying. 

"You may be the exception, but you are still one of them. Unaware of the true hierarchy." Suguru hums. 

"That's alright. It wasn't your fault. You were simply born this way," he continues, "I don't mind teaching you." 

You wiggle, trying your hardest to get out of his grip. Suguru only clicks his tongue. A harsh grip on your waist is enough to still you. You can't understand what's going on, maybe you never will, but you know one thing. You let a monster back into your life. Geto Suguru was not the same person you knew when you were younger. 

Or perhaps, he was always this way. He was just better at hiding it, back then. 

"I'm sorry," you finally let out, "Suguru, I'm-I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever-whatever you want. Anything just please please please-" 

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for him," Suguru doesn't sound too apologetic, "though, I could put him out of his pain. Would you like that?" 

You didn't need him to elaborate. Suguru would kill him. Or perhaps he was already dead. His moving eyes, his twitching lips, were all just muscle memory. The last of his brain synapses. There was no science, no magic, that could bring him back from this. 

And maybe, that tiny selfish part of you wanted to stop seeing his mangled body. 

You nod and you can feel Suguru's grin. He snaps his fingers. The thing disappears, vanishes into mist. 

"All gone!" Suguru declares. "There. Isn't that better?" 

You wince when he touches your face, brushing away the tears. You're too scared to do anything more. You don't fight when he kisses your neck. You don't fight when he kisses your jaw. You don't fight when he kisses your lips. 

It's with the same gentleness as the last time he'd kissed you, right outside of your apartment. Soft, warm, loving. 

You start sobbing then. Ugly, heaving, heartbroken. He takes it in stride, humming as he pushes your body down until your back is pressed on the couch. His lips brush your damp cheek. 

"There's no need to be afraid." Through your tears, you can see him smiling down at you. "The worst has passed. I'll take care of you from now on." 

The worst part about all of this is how honest he sounds. Like he truly believes he's doing this for your good. It makes you wonder who the delusional one is. Him or you. 

He's tuts in sympathy as you lay there, shivering underneath him.

"You must be so confused, poor thing." He tilts his head, the back of his fingers stroking your cheeks. "I should explain, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, I'm more interested in other things right now."

You must look horrible, but Suguru doesn't seem to mind, bending down, melding your lips with his. He sighs, like he'd waited eons for this. You stiffen when you feel his hands play with the band of your skirt. As if he can feel your beginnings of struggle, he pulls back, staring you down. Brown, almost black, eyes peer down at you. There's a hint of a warning curling on his lip. 

You still immediately. If he could do that, what could he do to you?

"None of that," he chides, and yet he's so painfully gentle about it, "be good." 

What was he? How did he do this? How could he? You want to ask them all but you can only get one out when you lift your head, getting your voice to work. 

"Why?" 

You don't know what you're asking. He clearly does. Another soft smile. You wish you could tear it off his face. 

"You were always the exception, even back then," He says quietly into the stale air of the apartment. His eyes drift and you wonder if he's remembering the you all those years ago, secretly passing pastries to him and Satoru, giggling at jokes only a highschooler could make. "The only one of the humans who didn't utterly disgust me." 

Fingers reach for the hem of your skirt, pushing it up your bare legs. 

"And it's natural, isn't it? To protect the exceptions, the rarities of the world," he says, "To keep them away from the impure." 

You start crying again. He patiently hushes you, kissing away your tears. This time, you don't bother putting up a fight. You just squeeze your eyes closed, flinching when he reaches to your inner thighs, feeling the cotton of your panties. His breath hitches. So does yours. 

He bypasses the cloth with two dexterous fingers. When he touches the skin, you flinch, trying to squeeze your thighs closed. It doesn't help. Suguru leans forward, you can feel his breath on your cheek as you shiver underneath him. He finds your clit, teasing it with a calloused thumb. You think you're mouthing it, even when you can't bring yourself to say it. Don't touch me don't touch me don't touch me. 

He doesn't listen. You don't know if he heard it or not. It didn't matter, either way. It wasn’t like he was planning to stop.

Despite how much you don’t want this, your body doesn’t listen. His touch is gentle, soothing on your pussy despite the horrors you’ve seen him do. It doesn’t take long for your cunt to adjust, dripping.

There’s a satisfied sigh above you and you know Suguru had felt it too.

One finger pushes into you. You gasp, curling your back, unprepared but Suguru’s giving a pleasant hum, easing you into it. Despite how humiliating this entire situation is, your one reprieve is being able to bury your head into his neck, keeping yourself there as he continues to have his way with your body. You can feel him kiss the crown of your head, an action that completely juxtapositions another finger entering your wet hole.

He’s gentle, but not slow. He fingerfucks you with earnestness, curling his fingers when your walls tighten around him. Your crying is interrupted by the reluctant moans and gasps every time he presses deeper into you, finding a spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. You bit your lip, keeping the noises inward. He tuts at that.

“Don’t be shy,” he coos in your ear, “it’s okay to enjoy it. I want you to.”

As if to highlight his words, he gives another particularly intense push, you wince when you can hear the wet squelch of his fingers.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Suguru asks, “I could always be this nice with you.” You let out a squeak when his thumb presses against your clit, unable to keep it in. Suguru gives a breathy laugh.

His other hand starts to explore, reaching up to your button-up, flicking them off with a single-experienced hand. The bra you wore is barely seductive, but Suguru’s tracing the ends of it anyway, touching the fabric just by your skin before pushing the undergarment down.

Whether it’s from the air or his fingers fucking your pussy, your tits are already sensitive. You let out a breathy whine when Suguru grips on of them too hard, squeezing the fat in his large hands.

“So sweet for me.” You can hear the smile on his lips.

Everything becomes too much, and before you can think, your hand is shooting down, grabbing onto his wrist, squeezing as hard as you can, your nails digging into his skin. Your other is pushing against his shoulder. He barely seemed to even notice, holding you down with his weight, thrusting in his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

“Suguru I-” It’s supposed to be another plea for him to stop, but your weak voice calling out his name only seems to excite him further. His thumb dances on your swollen clit, his fingers never relenting until he’s pushing you higher and higher until you fall.

White hot electric pleasure snaps within you, forcing your body to jolt, as you curl up from the sofa. You think he’s saying something, words of comfort as though he could be any crueler, but you’re not listening. You came so hard you almost forget where you are, who you’re with. You can feel Suguru watching until you fall against the cushion again, utterly spent. Your grip slackens against his wrist, before falling away completely.

“See? Didn’t I say I’ll take care of you?” You don't even have the energy to glare at him.

He’s giving another laugh, kissing your cheek before he’s leaning back. His fingers slip out of you, and then there’s a sucking sound. You can’t help it, blinking open your eyes. Suguru stares back at you, eyes half-mast, a pink tongue flicking out to lick at his fingers before he puts them in his mouth completely, swallowing down the evidence of your orgasm. A lewd moan escapes him, muffled. You once again wished you hadn’t looked.

You’re already expecting it, but you still flinch when you hear the zipper loud and clear. He moves his jeans low enough to pull out his cock. He’s already hard, a bead of precum right at the tip as he gives a few cursory pumps. He’s big, you blearily realize. Despite the mind-numbing orgasm he’d just given you, you doubt it’d be enough to even take him.

“It won’t fit,” you find yourself whispering.

Suguru just hums in acknowledgement, giving you a knowing look as he finishes tugging off your panties. The fabric slides off your shaking leg before dropping onto the carpeted floor.

It’s too late for a fight, but you’re rising anyway, pressing your hands against the cushions, trying to create some space. Suguru is quick to shut it down again, leaning back into you as he palms himself some more.

“You’ll be alright,” he assures but it doesn’t help the panic the fear in your soul, “I cherish you too much to break you.”

With little effort, he spreads your thighs. His cock rubs against you once, twice, before entering your throbbing pussy.

Already it’s too much. He’s thick, stretching out your walls, threatening to rip you in half. You close your eyes again, squeezing them shut as the pain starts to edge a little too close to bloody. Helpless, your hand finds his shoulder, not pushing but digging your nails into his shirt. He purrs when you grip him tighter, moving until he’s seated fully into you.

He stays like that, keeping himself there as your walls squeeze him tighter. It’s almost a relief that it ended, but now, he’s taken everything.

“Look at me.”

His voice is rough, almost a rasp, an order. You find yourself obeying. Through your tears, you blink up at him, finding his gaze.

He stares down at you, a look of satisfaction in his eyes and you don’t think you are yours anymore.

He pulls back, your cunt tries to suck him back in, but he drags his cock out anyway until only his head is barely inside.

“Perfect,” Suguru murmurs as though it’s a secret not even you should hear, “absolutely perfect.”

You cry out when he pushes back in. It’s a gentle pace, slow and steady like he’s easing you into it. He’s being kind, you finally realize, a thought that makes your skin crawl. It’s so much worse than if he had been nasty. Harsh and biting with thrusts that would make your body sore and weak afterwards. If he was abusive, not caring about you, just his own pleasure. You wish Suguru was being mean, being cruel. At least then, you wouldn’t like it.

Despite the unexpected size, your body is adjusting. Pain ripples into reluctant pleasure, numbing your mind as his hips meet yours. It gets even worse when Suguru leans down, biting and sucking at your tits, enough for there to leave a mark. Something that will bruise and remind you of what he did.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this,” he’s saying somewhere above you but your head is swimming and you can’t focus where you want to, “how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

Suguru sits up again, grabbing one of your legs, hiking your hips up so his cock can go that much deeper inside of you. You babble something that you yourself can’t decipher. Suguru’s lips curl into another painfully soft smile.

“Ever since highschool,” he’s confessing like he’s a sinner and you’re his God but you know that isn’t true because what sort of god would be humiliated like this? “Remember that apron you wore?”

His hand reaches over, spreading over your pussy, stretching the fatty part of your cunt so he can have a better view of him disappearing inside of you.

“I always wondered what you’d look like wearing nothing but that on, spread out on the counter for me.”

He flicks your clit, and for the second time that day, you can feel yourself crashing. As though he can sense it, his thrusts shorten, grinding against your pussy and there’s a hand catching your chin, forcing you to look.

Suguru’s smile is gone, replaced by a snarl that promises to eat you alive. His eyes are blown wide, and he’s gritting his teeth, barely holding control by a hair.

“Come for me.”

You’re too far gone to do anything but listen.

You stutter in his grasp, arching your back, cumming with a breathy whine. It’s like a tide, pushing you out into sea, refusing to take you in. Unconsciously, the leg he holds tightens around his waist as you pulse around his cock.

He follows after, barely holding himself together, not when your cunt is milking him for all its’ worth. There’s a few particularly harsh thrusts before something warm and sticky fills your battered pussy before he's falling into you, pressing your body against the soft cushions.

You lay there, panting with him on top of you. Slowly, you come back to yourself, feeling your arms your legs. Your brain resets, and you’re suddenly remembering that you have a murderer’s cock inside of you.

Suguru’s face is buried in your neck. He gives a shaky kiss to your jaw; another on the corner of your lips. You can only stare at the ceiling, where the remnants of a body used to be.

"You know, the girls have always wanted a mother," Suguru's saying into your skin.

"I'm sure they will be very pleased with my choice."

[angelyuji]

some yandere stan and ford thoughts:

tw // stalking, nonconsensual picture taking, breaking and entering, general yandere themes

18+!!!!!

saw someone say stan would take polaroid pics of you after fucking you and im gonna take that and go further with yandere creepy boss stan taking pictures of you. like remember when i said he would call you into his office to make u do stupid tasks for him? he would sooo take upskirt/ass pics of you when you’re bent over. if we’re at the stage of him manipulating you into having sex or something, when you’re not looking, he’s taking pictures of you naked or while you have his dick in your mouth. for blackmail (and to “rub one out” to later)



yandere ford, who’s trying to get used to life back in gravity falls, sees you and realizes you’re perfect to stalk watch (for science!! to see how regular people behave in society these days). he writes notes in his journal about you. these notes start off innocent like “they say good morning and smile at everyone they pass - this is behavior the average fall’s citizen exhibit” to “they waves hello to me today when i passed them at their work - my careful scheduling is working” to “the door to their home was open and i carefully catalogued every article of clothing they own- *lists your sizes in underwear, tshirts, and more*”